All language subtitles for S03E03 - Slave of Duty

[theme music]

- Afternoon, Doug. - Hey.

What are you doing here?

I heard you got a body.

Now who told you that?

- Jeff Bard gave us a call. - Jeff Bard.

Oh, he's having you on.

No, it's just the car. - Ah.

Somebody saw it this morning, reckoned it was dumped

over the cliff last night.

Anything suspicious?

I don't think so.

The doors were all shut.

And there's no one inside.

Oh, we've traced the owner, a local man, Mr. Jay Yelland.

He's a freelance diver.

Apparently, he was at the muni theater all week.

That's just down the road.

Why don't I see if he's there and have a word.

You lot must be pretty short of work down there at HQ.

Ey?

It's a long drive just to chase

up a bit of dodgy parking.

Yeah, all right.

Yeah, they're doing an office reorganization,

whatever the hell that is.

Old Jeff phones up and says that you found a car.

And I just let it slip that there might be a body.

That there might be a body, you sly old bugger.

Well, if I get to Yelland before you,

I'll let you know what's going on, how's that?

Oh, very kind of you, I'm sure.

Pop in for a drink if you're around our way.

All right, don't tempt me.

[dog barking]

Kevin.

Kevin, come here.

Come here.

[dog barking]

Going round in a circle.

Loosen up.

Trust, trust.

[inaudible] trusting.

They will be there for you, cold wet, dark trust.

Excuse me.

What?

Can I help you?

Detective Inspector Kersey.

Take a five minute break, everybody.

Yes?

I'm, uh--

I'm looking for a Mr. Yelland.

- Jamie? - Mm-hm.

Well, he's not here.

What's he done?

Well, his car has been found at the bottom of the cliffs

near Gwennap Head.

Good God.

When is the last time you saw him?

Last night's performance.

His girlfriend is in the cast.

She hasn't seen him either.

Yeah, well, if he does turn up tonight, could

you get him to give Inspector Murrish a call in Penzance

on this number.

The odd crisp packet over the cliff we don't mind,

but a BMW is a totally different ballgame, OK?

Yes.

"Tristes Tropique," mine or yours?

Yours.

How are the kids?

Fine.

"Encounter with Anthropology," definitely mine.

When can I see them?

When you start paying.

Look, we could move, get away from here,

give things another go.

No, I'm not unsettling the children anymore.

They've been through enough.

I need to see them.

I've got nothing else left.

I'll have to think about it.

Maybe in a few days.

Bit of a mess.

Do we know who he is?

Hm-mm.

There's no ID.

Well, this will have to be a dental job.

Not a full set, unfortunately.

Single shotgun blast at close range.

All the front teeth are gone, but we should have enough left.

It could have been done deliberately

to hide his identity.

Strange place.

It isn't very deep, either.

That's fascinating.

Legs folded up, head back, arms out to the side a bit.

Looks like he's in a bath.

It looks recent.

It could be a rush job.

Well, I wouldn't want to be tied down,

but I'd say early hours of this morning, no later than that.

He wasn't killed in the immediate vicinity,

as far as we can tell.

We found no bone or brain tissue.

What about your car over the cliff?

What, Jamie Yelland?

I don't know, it could be worth a try.

He is missing.

We could get a provisional ID from his girlfriend

at the theater if it is him.

Can Lucy take his jacket?

Yeah.

You're not going to do it?

No, I think the feminine touch would be better, don't you?

Are you sure you didn't hear anything?

Like I said, not a sound.

Sorry.

There's no access by car, though, to that part

of your land, is there?

No.

But if the body was transported here,

they'd have driven right past you.

Well, if they did, I didn't notice.

You said you went out, Mrs. Hobden.

When was this?

About 7:00.

Sheila said to come over for half 7:00.

It's usually a good half hour on that road.

And you were back at?

Oh, when was it, Dan?

11:30, I should think.

Yeah.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

I remember Sheila saying it was nearly 11:00

and joking that you'd be in bed.

But he wasn't, he had the TV on full blast.

As the body was found on your land,

Mr. Hobden, if you have any guns,

we'll need to take them away with us

for forensic examination.

Oh, of course.

We'll get them back to you as soon as we can.

Sarah Penna?

Yeah.

Detective Inspector Lane.

Sorry to drag you away.

I thought it best we did this away from the others.

Can I ask if you recognize this?

Oh my God, Jamie.

What's happened to him?

Where is he?

Cartridge cases, sir, lots of them about.

Thanks.

Doug.

Yeah?

There's something odd here.

The victim appears to have been lying on pieces of rotten wood.

What do you think it was?

I don't know yet.

Had Jamie Yelland been with the group long?

About six months, I believe.

We've been doing a series of historical plays and Jamie

would get us props, costumes, whatever we needed really.

How'd he get involved?

He came to watch his girlfriend Sarah

and offered to help out.

I see.

Was there anyone else he was particularly friendly with?

Jamie was the type who would chat

to anyone, quite chummy with Donald, our writer, I believe.

Is he here?

No, he's at his house doing his research.

He's an historian.

God, he doesn't even know.

It's just so awful.

Have you any idea what happened?

Not yet, I'm afraid.

Would you have known if Jamie had

been in any kind of trouble?

No, not really.

He's a bit of a chancer, into everything.

No, nothing like this.

OK.

Thank you very much, Mr. Morva, very helpful.

NEWSCASTER (ON RADIO): And our top story on the hour

is the discovery of the body of a local man James Yelland.

Police reports confirm that he was

found buried in a shallow grave on farmland near Porthcono.

More on this and our other stories

in the main news at 7:00.

WYCLIFFE: It's a nice place to be.

SARAH: Yeah, it's only rented, but Jamie loved it.

I was just thinking about moving in.

My God.

WYCLIFFE: Please don't touch anything, Sarah.

You all right?

I need some air.

Yelland didn't have keys on him, did he?

No.

Better call forensics.

Metal detector, well used.

Designer labels, it's expensive stuff.

I just can't believe it.

We did all this together.

He'd bring stuff back from a dive and show me,

all excited like a big kid.

Did he make his living out of diving?

Mostly.

He took parties of people around wrecks,

did bits of salvage, freelance, anything that was going.

Did he have a regular diving buddy?

Adam Nankivell, until they argued.

What about?

They used to be in business together, diving trips.

Jamie wasn't a businessman.

He never settled to a regular job.

Why would anyone do this?

He never hurt anybody.

Some of this stuff looks valuable.

So what were they looking for?

Whatever it was, they were clearly desperate.

Gunwalloe Cove.

I think it's some sort of shipwreck.

Yep.

Dr. Treloar?

Yes.

I'm Detective Superintendent Wycliffe.

This is Detective Constable Potter.

Is this about Jamie Yelland?

Yes.

We're just trying to get some background on him.

Could we go inside?

Sorry if this is an inconvenient time for you?

Are you moving out?

No.

My wife left a few weeks ago with the children.

I'm trying to sort things out.

Right.

How well did you know Jamie Yelland?

Not very well, through the theatre group, really.

And did you see him outside the group?

Oh, he came to a few of my talks.

On tin mining, yeah?

Well, I give a lot of different talks on Cornish

history.

Mr. Yelland seemed very interested in Gunwalloe Cove.

Did he?

Yeah, we found maps and pictures at his house.

It's a shipwreck, isn't it?

Yes, Spanish treasure ship.

Well, that explains it, well, him being a diver.

Could he have dived there?

I shouldn't think so.

There's nothing much to see.

A-hoo.

Then why should he bother if there's nothing to see?

Well, some people think the treasure is still down there.

And is it?

Who knows.

If it is, no one can get at it.

See where the firing pin is struck?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's left a unique mark made by a well-worn firing pin.

And usually I'd only expect to see that much misalignment

in a very old gun.

So it's definitely not Mr. Hobden's, is it?

Well, no, normally only damage or faulty manufacture

would produce a result like that in a modern shotgun.

Anyway, Hobden's hasn't been used recently.

Yeah.

And it doesn't look as if any of these cartridge cases

have been fired in the last 10 days.

So no cartridge case and no murder weapon.

Great.

Adam Nankivell?

That's right.

I'm Detective Inspector Lane.

This is Detective Sergeant Dixon.

We're investigating the death of Jamie Yelland.

I was wondering how long it was gonna take you to get here.

Why is that?

Everyone knows we fell out.

I had to start legal action against him.

What did you fall out about?

We were partners in this business.

We were running lots of trips, but we weren't

making much of a profit.

One day, I found out Jamie had been helping himself

to the petty cash, and not so petty either,

hundreds of pounds and all.

Do you know what he wanted the money for?

I don't know.

Fancy car, fancy clothes.

Look, I didn't want to start proceedings,

but I'm not so flush I can let that sort of money go.

When was the last time you saw Mr. Yelland?

I don't know exactly, not in the last couple of months.

What kind of people did he hang out with?

All sorts.

You never really knew what he was up to.

Look, don't get me wrong, he was

a lovely bloke, just a bit hopeless,

that's all, a bit of a dreamer.

DIVER: Adam.

Look, I'm sorry about this.

I'll have to get on.

We're sailing in half an hour.

Where are you going?

Gull Rock.

Oh, the Hera.

That's right.

You dive?

When I can.

Well, come along, if you want.

I haven't got my gear with me.

I'm sure I can find something.

Some other time, maybe.

I'm not sure about him, mum.

Hm.

See you back at the office.

[music playing]

Oh.

That's fantastic.

It's so beautiful down there.

I didn't know you could see so much.

Thanks.

This is a real treat for me.

You on or off duty?

We're never completely off duty.

Jamie seemed to have a lot of information

about Gunwalloe Cove.

Oh, that old favorite.

We took a few parties down there.

But there's nothing much to see.

The wreck is under deep sand.

So no one could have got the treasure out?

Not a chance.

The coins do turn up on the beach every once in a while.

That's where the nickname comes from, Dollar Cove.

Oh.

There is a story though.

What kind of a story?

It's a wonderful story about the treasure, how

someone might get a hold of it.

Well, go on.

That would take a long time to tell.

I'm listening.

Why don't I tell you over a bite to eat?

What are they up to now?

I've just taken them a cup of tea.

What are they doing?

They've been there all day.

Something forensic they said.

I don't know.

Not likely to tell me, are they?

Evening.

Evening, Mr. Hobden.

It's good news.

Your gun is cleared.

So we should get it back to you quite soon.

Right.

Uh, there was something, though.

We found quite a lot of empty cartridge cases

that weren't fired by your shotgun.

So?

Well, so I was wondering who else might shoot in your land?

Well, I have no idea.

You've seen the acreage.

Can't be watching over all of it.

No, no, I suppose not.

No, um--

Now, if you don't mind, I have to get on.

ADAM: Jamie and I had some close shaves.

But diving still gives me a buzz even after all this time.

Did he really make his money out of diving?

He seemed to have incredibly expensive taste.

Yeah, probably paid for out of my petty cash.

To tell you the truth, he made most his money

out stripping old wrecks.

It was robbery, I suppose.

You mean protected wrecks?

Yeah, yeah.

You know the system.

If you find anything, you report it.

To the Receiver of Wreck?

Yeah.

I don't think her Britannic Majesty's Receiver of Wreck

saw much of what Jamie landed.

Everyone cheats a little, don't they?

Small things, you're right.

I mean, everyone does it.

How small?

I don't know, brass fittings, old pistols.

Between you and me and strictly off the record,

if I didn't earn a bit that way, I'd be in a lot of trouble.

I mean, the diving trips hardly cover the interest payments

on the overdraft.

Well, I've been waiting all evening

to hear this wonderful story about the Dollar Cove treasure.

Right.

It was a dark and stormy night some time in the 1780s.

Can't you be more specific than that?

Well, no one really knows what happened

or even what she was called.

But we do know that it was a dark--

And stormy night, yes, I think I've got that bit.

But on her way to South America,

she went down between Porthleven and Predannack.

Look, this is the ship, right?

Right.

And this is the headland.

Well, she was bound towards the shore--

Mm-hm.

--till she was up against the rocks.

And then, bang.

Bang?

Well, she struck below the cliffs and tons of silver

spilled down into this gully.

Between two piles of napkins?

You're not taking this seriously.

Why do you think that?

So what's that then?

That's the salt. And there it is.

There it lay for years.

Until-- now this is the story bit.

Oh, good.

Now, someone got the bright idea of hiring a gang of tin

miners to cut a passage down the cliff

and under the gully to try and mine the silver.

From below-- very clever.

It gets better.

They managed to dig their tunnel,

but they didn't find anything.

And they almost drowned when the tunnel collapsed.

How is this better?

Well, some years later, Victorian times, right,

someone else had a brain wave.

They reckoned if they pumped out the collapsed tunnel

they'd get all the silver.

Did they?

No.

I don't believe this.

It makes sense, doesn't it?

If they pumped everything up, they'd get the silver.

But all they got was the miner's old tools

abandoned when the tunnel collapsed.

This is the wonderful story?

No, the best bit is that there is

this theory that by then there was

no silver there to be pumped.

You see, long before the tunnel collapsed,

the miners had secretly smuggled it to the shore.

So it's not in a gully under 40 feet of sand?

Nope, all this time, it's been somewhere on land.

So someone could have found it?

Nah, I shouldn't think so.

It could be anywhere.

It could have been melted down years ago.

And that very silver could have been transformed

into one of these earrings.

I doubt it, not at 9.99 from [inaudible] market.

Maybe not.

We better get the bill.

I've got an early start in the morning.

Oh, right.

Let's go do this again sometime.

Yeah.

Our first thought, then, was that the face

had been shot away to conceal the identity of the victim.

But we now know from the pathology report

that more than one shot had been fired.

Summing up then, this was a particularly savage murder.

We're looking for somebody ruthless enough to kill Yelland

by blasting away his face.

He definitely wasn't shot anywhere

near where he was buried.

We're still looking for the actual murder site.

OK.

Now, from what we know, Yelland was

popular, but a bit of a rogue.

So I think we should be looking into the possibility

that he'd got out of his depth on one of his business deals.

Drugs maybe?

Perhaps, though there was no evidence of that at his house.

Lucy, anything from his diving business?

Oh, not really.

He left after an argument about petty cash.

Uh, sir, we found Yelland's diary in the search.

Now, three days before he was killed,

Yelland wrote, "Janne VDH," and that could

be Janne van-der-something.

And a KLM flight time from Amsterdam to Heathrow.

Good.

Check the passenger lists.

If we're lucky, he'll have been traveling under his own name.

Sarah Penna might be able to throw some light on that.

Then let's have another talk to her.

Anything else?

Uh, forensics came up with something interesting.

The rotten wood under Yelland's body is over 100 years old.

And there were also traces of silver oxide.

And what did they conclude from that?

Well, they didn't.

But I was thinking about the silver in Gunwalloe Cove.

I thought that was under 40 foot of sand.

Well, it is, but Yelland had so much information on it.

Yes, he did.

Well, see if forensic can be a bit more specific on that,

Ian, would you?

And in the meantime, let's all of us

get what we can on his business contacts.

Lucy?

Let's you and I go and see Sarah Penna.

All right, everybody, back at 5:00.

Have you been researching the ship wreck?

Well, yes, a bit.

It's just that there's this theory about how

the silver got to land.

Tin miners.

Yeah.

Well, how'd you know that, mum?

I heard about it on the dive.

Well, what do you think about the foreman Barnicoat?

Oh, I don't know about that.

Ah, well, I found this article written by Dr. Treloar where he

traced back the family trees of all

the former members of the mining gang

to check for any unexplained wealth.

Well, nothing out of the ordinary

turned up, except for the foreman of the gang Barnicoat,

he left his wife and then disappeared.

Well, it's Treloar's theory that if you can find Barnicoat,

you can find the silver, all two and a half tons of it.

Treloar knew Yelland from the theatre, didn't he?

Yeah.

And when we went to see him, he didn't seem too keen to talk

about the ship wreck.

So how was your diving with Jacques Cousteau?

Very interesting.

Oh, yeah, I spent yesterday afternoon

collecting witness statements.

Each to their own.

Yeah.

I can't exactly see you in a wet suit anyway, Doug.

WYCLIFFE: Lucy.

Sir.

[phone ringing]

Look, you've got to stop calling me.

I don't know anything, I swear to you.

Yeah, yeah.

The police have been here.

Oh, I had nothing to do with that.

For God's sake, it's gone.

There's nothing we can do.

Look, look, I'm going to tell them, I've got to.

Sarah, where did Jamie get his money from?

I told you, diving.

But is that all?

Whoever ransacked his house was searching for something.

Could he have been involved with drugs?

No, never.

Are you quite sure about that?

Of course, I am.

About the diving, Adam Nankivell said that Jamie used

to plunder protected wrecks.

Why are you getting at him?

We need to know, Sarah.

Did he?

Sometimes.

OK, now, if he found something really valuable,

what would he have done with it?

Jamie is dead.

What does it matter now?

Sarah, it could help us find out who killed him.

He used to go to a couple of dealers.

But he found out they were stitching

him up, cutting the costs and splitting

the profit between them.

Uh-huh.

So what happened then?

Well, that's when he went to Dr. Treloar to value stuff.

Really?

He never said anything to us about that, did he?

No, he didn't.

Could there have been anyone else involved,

someone from Holland maybe?

Yeah, I think so.

Jamie said he was meeting a Dutch bloke last week, him

and Treloar.

I don't know what it was about, though.

I should be getting back.

Yes, of course.

Thanks for your help.

You think they might have found this Gunwalloe treasure,

don't you?

Well, it is possible.

Apparently, the silver could have been smuggled

on shore in the 1840s, right?

Now, we've got old wood stained with silver oxide

that we found on Hobden's land.

The treasure has been a family myth for generations.

See, Daniel's great-great-grandfather

always swore he'd lost something valuable on the land.

He claimed he'd buried it somewhere

and couldn't remember where he put it.

Of course, no one believed him.

By the time he was in his 40s, he was completely obsessed.

Isn't that right, Dan?

Ah, supposedly.

Here he is.

In the end, the family had him carted

off to the asylum in Bodenham.

Only way the farm could keep going.

Did he ever say what he'd lost?

No.

No, he didn't tell anyone.

It was a secret, apparently.

Do you know when he moved here?

He was born and raised in Porthleven.

Then, around the late 1840s, he left his wife

and bought this land.

Did he change his name?

Yeah, from Barnicoat, wasn't it, Dan?

So his first wife wouldn't find him, we always thought. .

He was the foreman of the mining gang.

Are you saying we might have had

two and a half tons of silver at the bottom of that field

all this time?

Uh, not necessarily.

A lot of it was probably used to buy this land.

One large wooden chest, we reckon,

big enough to fill that hole.

Hm.

Has anyone been asking questions, snooping around?

About the farm?

LUCY: Maybe about your relative?

No, Dan?

Not that I recall.

Have you ever come across a man called Dr. Donald Treloar?

Local historian, isn't he?

About a year ago--

yes, here it is, this small ad to reply to a box number.

Someone wanted information about Joshua Barnicoat,

gave him the dates and all.

I was gonna reply, but never got around to it.

I thought it must be one of those tedious Americans,

tracing their family tree.

Virtually move in, they do.

They should have said it was about two and a half

tons of silver, shouldn't they?

May I keep this?

Yeah.

At the moment the spirit, power,

the lifeblood of this proud nation within a nation

ebbed slowly away.

Thank you.

[applause]

[chatter]

Good afternoon, Dr. Treloar.

That was very good.

I enjoyed that.

Thank you.

Is this is a lecture you give regularly at the university?

Huh?

Unfortunately, they weren't very supportive of my research.

I lost my job a few months back.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Will you be able to earn a living

from writing, do you think?

Oh, don't know.

It seems a shame not to capitalize

on all that knowledge.

You do a bit of valuation work, though, don't you?

What do you mean?

We were told that Jamie Yelland sometimes brought

things for you to value.

Is this true?

Ye-- um, once or twice.

What kind of thing?

Nothing of any consequence.

You have any connections with dealers from the continent,

in Holland, for example?

[laughing]

No, it's just that we had this idea that, uh, Jamie had

discovered the Gunwalloe Cove treasure, maybe using

that metal detector of his.

Well, it's not very likely.

Excuse me, Dr. Treloar, could you possibly sign this for me,

please?

Oh, yes.

I hope you enjoyed it.

Yes, thank you.

Cheers.

Jamie's body was found on top of a pile of wood

over 100 years old stained with silver oxide.

Now, that could have been of chest, don't you think?

Well, it could be anything.

Possibly, except for your theory about the coins

being smuggled ashore.

The land belongs to a man called Hobden.

His ancestor was a tin miner who went by the name

of Joshua Barnicoat.

You placed an ad in the local paper,

didn't you, asking for information?

Yes, I did. .

But Mr. and Mrs. Hobden say they

couldn't be bothered to reply.

No, that's right.

Well, it's good news.

It's very good news.

It looks as though my theory was correct.

Well, I'm sorry, but I've really got to get going.

I've arranged to pick up my children.

What do you want?

Just a word.

According to the Dutch police van der Hallen--

oh, thank you-- van der Hallen has convictions

for handling stolen goods.

He specializes in antiques, jewels, and precious metals.

The problem for us though is that he

was being questioned in Amsterdam the night

Yelland was killed.

And he's still in custody.

Which leaves Treloar.

Who could have killed Yelland after he'd

shown him where the silver was.

Oh, excuse me a minute.

We still need evidence to place

him at the scene of the crime on the night of the murder.

And the murder weapon.

OK.

That was Dixon. Treloar is dead.

It doesn't look like suicide.

There's no note, sir.

Exactly.

He's an academic.

He'd want to explain himself.

It's almost exactly the same MO as Yelland's murder.

That shotgun looks like an older model.

I'll get it tested against these cartridge cases we found.

Uh, sir.

Yes?

The next door neighbor heard an argument about an hour ago.

- Did she hear a shot? - No, sir.

She was on her way out.

But as she was leaving, she recognized

a vehicle parked outside.

Poseidon Adventures, it's owned by Adam Nankivell.

All right, better bring him in.

Lucy, you know where he is, don't you?

Sir.

You OK?

Of course I am.

Why shouldn't I be?

I'm sorry you had to be the one to find him, Mrs. Treloar.

Do you feel up to answering a few questions?

Yes.

Good.

Um, have you seen this before, this gun?

No.

Can you see Donald with a shotgun?

He wouldn't kill himself, you know.

However bad things got, he wouldn't do that.

We think he got himself mixed up with someone who discovered

the Gunwalloe Silver.

Gunwalloe Cove.

Gunwalloe bloody Cove, it's ruined

the last 10 years of my life.

He's thrown everything away for that stupid silver.

We found this coin in your husband's pocket.

It's from that shipwreck.

[sobbing]

I went for evaluation, pure and simple.

What of?

Does it matter?

Oh, yes, it does, if I've asked you, yeah.

A small brass cannon, a couple of chronometers.

Could you speak up for the tape, please?

A small brass cannon and a couple of chronometers.

And you argued about it?

Well, he said he hadn't time to look at anything.

But I'd driven all the way from Falmouth.

- And you phoned him first? - It's not like that.

I mean, he's always there.

I just-- I just drop in when I feel like it.

But things weren't as normal, were they, ey?

No.

No, I mean, he seemed edgy.

Perhaps you were making him feel edgy, Mr. Nankivell.

You think I'm gonna shoot him because he won't do evaluation?

Depends how desperate you are.

I understand that your business isn't

in very good financial shape.

Who told you that?

Maybe you needed to make a quick sale

to keep the bank quiet or maybe you thought of a better way

to make some money?

Get hold of the shipwrecked silver, hey?

Ah, I don't believe this.

What kind of an idiot do you think I am?

Look, he helped me make money.

Why should I kill him?

Treloar and Yelland were in it together.

But obviously, there's got to be someone else, our killer.

The Dutchman's out of the frame.

But what about Mr. Nankivell?

I don't think he's got anything to do with it.

Oh, Treloar obviously didn't commit suicide.

It doesn't mean that Nankivell killed him.

Two and a half tons of silver, Lucy,

it's a pretty powerful motive.

Nankivell Isn't a murderer.

Any joy on van der Hallen?

Uh, no, sir.

He's been in custody for four days

and no phone calls in or out.

Sir.

Yeah.

That was ballistics.

The gun that killed Dr. Treloar matches up with the cartridges

we found on Hobden's land.

Yeah, but Hobden only has one gun registered in his name.

That's the one we tested earlier.

This one dates back to 1910.

It could be that it was never registered in the first place.

Could be.

I didn't realize it was like that.

It's not like that.

I had dinner with him, that's all.

It could be a bit dangerous, couldn't it,

a bit compromising? - Nothing was compromised.

He was, though, wasn't he?

Well, that'll teach him to wine and dine someone in the force.

I bet he thinks twice before he does that again.

[phone ringing]

Lane.

Right, sir, we're on our way.

What is it?

Charlie wants us to meet him at Hobden's place.

The empty cartridge cases we found here match.

Good.

So Hobden's our third man?

We'll see.

Good evening, Mrs. Hobden.

Can we come in?

Dan's in the barn tidying up.

No, that's all right.

It's you we'd like to speak to first.

Oh, come in.

How can I help you?

Have you ever seen this gun before?

Yeah, it's Dan's.

It belonged to his grandfather.

Where'd you get it from?

Thank you, Mrs. Hobden.

You've been very helpful.

Thank you.

In the barn, did you say?

That's right.

Hang on, Doug.

Hang on.

Let's talk to him first. - What's this about?

Uh, look, uh, why don't we stay

here and have a cup of tea, eh?

Evening, Mr. Hobden.

Working late, I see.

Yeah.

What do you want?

Your wife tells me this belongs to you.

I believe so.

Where'd you get it?

It's the gun that killed Treloar.

I lent it to him for valuation.

It's a family heirloom.

Now, when I was here before, I got the impression

that you'd never met Treloar.

No, that's right.

I think one of my farmhands took it for me.

You're lying to us, Mr. Hobden.

You met Treloar after answering his newspaper advertisement,

didn't you?

I really don't know what you're talking about.

I think you agreed to let Treloar's friend Yelland search

your land with a metal detector and Yelland found the silver.

Then what happened?

Disappear with it?

It had nothing to do with me!

You killed Yelland here, didn't you?

Scrubbing is not going to do any good, you know?

Our forensic experts can find blood and brain

matter inside of a pin prick.

They were cheating me!

Him and Treloar, they both tried to cheat me.

In it together, were they?

We agreed to hide the silver while we waited

for the Dutchman to price it.

But it was taking too long.

I went to check.

And it had gone.

And you blamed Yelland?

Oh, he came around, smooth as butter, saying he

didn't know what had happened, telling me not to worry.

And you didn't believe him?

We argued.

And he tried to get away.

He didn't believe I'd really shoot.

And you'd killed the only man who knew where the silver was.

I searched everywhere.

It belongs to my family.

The others had no right to a share of it in the first place.

I should never have trusted them.

It's not Treloar's fault, you know.

He knew what had happened to Yelland.

He was going to go and tell you.

[gun cocking]

Put the gun down.

Put the gun down.

I'll have no difficulty in using it.

We want to help, you know?

There's nowhere you can go.

[gunshots]

Stay here!

[screaming]

Daniel Hobden, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention when questioned something

you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say will be given in evidence.

I'm very sorry, Mrs. Hobden.

Another day, another box file.

Well, you look happy, Lucy.

I'm just glad this one is over.

I wonder where that silver ended up.

It could be anywhere.

Probably end up on the black market in Amsterdam.

We could always ask Adam Nankivell.

Very funny.

Hi, how's it going?

Fine.

I got some time off next week.

I thought I might come diving.

You can if you want.

I'm taking a party out on Tuesday.

I was thinking maybe just the two of us.

You thought I'd killed him.

I knew you hadn't done it.

I was just doing my job.

Anyway, it's gone.

It's over.

Yeah, it is.

You can come on a dive if you want.

But that's it.

Everything is strictly on the record.

See you around.

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