All language subtitles for Wycliffe - S02E07 - Wild Oats

- There.

- Is it him?

- It's him, all right.

What the, come on, let's
get out of here.

Are you sure
this is the way we came?

- You're the blasted
game keeper.

- Maybe if you hadn't
dropped it.

- Maybe if you hadn't run.

It was only Old Agnes.

- Old Agnes and a 12 bore.

- Come on, sun will
be up in a minute.

I ain't facing him if
we don't find it.

- Treangrove.

The village is part
of the estate.

- Where's the archeological
site?

- Just beyond.

Ancient Celts been
murdering each other then, sir?

Not quite.

But it's unusual enough.

Can you drop me near
the village?

I'd like to get quiet
and walk through it.

Okay sir.

- Oy, Sleeping Beauty?
- What?

- We're here.
- Where?

- The pack'll be on,
by the looks of it.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Constable Mundy.
- Yes, Dixon.

- How do you do?

- D.C. Potter.
- Very nice to meet you.

Now why didn't
we think of that?

- Okay.

- Oh, shall I show you around?
- Yep.

- Right, this way.

- How long have you been working
the site, Professor Tynk?

- Only a few months, and
already we're being plagued

by bloody grave robbers.

- You said a Miss Currow
chased them off?

- Agnes, yes, caught
them in the act.

Pity she missed.

They're the bane of my
profession, these people.

Cause nearly as much damage
to a site as all you coppers.

- And this Miss Currow,

she owns this site
you're digging up?

- Yes.

Gave us carte blanche when
the site was discovered.

She's a lovely, old dear.

Lovely,
old dear who saw off

your grave robbers with
a 12 bore shotgun.

- Well, she puts up
a feisty front,

but the whole affair
obviously upset her.

- In what way?

- Well when I told her it
wasn't an ancient grave,

she reckoned we should
just fill it in again.

Probably knew the trouble
you people would cause.

Oy, you, get out of there!

- How many bedrooms did you say?

- Six, Sarge.

Used to serve two officers
and their families.

Now it's just me
rattling around.

- Shall I set up the
incident room in here, Sarge?

- Uh, yeah, where ever
you can find a space.

Have we got Superintendent
Wycliffe side?

- Oh, right here, Sarge.

- Good, good.

- Tilly?

What are you up to, my girl?

- Nothing, Agnes.

- What have you got there?

- They're fresh this
morning, Agnes,

just the way you like them.

- Cousin Giles will skin you
if he finds you in his coop.

They can hardly feed
themselves up at the manor.

- Can we have tea in here today?

- Yes.

We just have to get rid
of somebody first.

- Miss Currow?

- I want you to keep out
of sight until I get back.

- Is it a game?

- If you like.

- Shh.

- Miss Currow, Detective
Inspector Lane.

May I have a word?

- I've got a license for it.

- I'm not here about your
shotgun, Miss Currow.

I'd like to talk to you
about the two men

you saw disturbing the grave?

- Never saw nobody.

- Professor Tynk said
you saw two men,

one of whom you, you've
recognized as Jack Choak?

- She's mistaken, it
were pitch dark.

- Miss Currow, Professor
Tynk was--

- It was dark, I'm telling you.

- Ah, Charles, how
nice to see you.

I'd heard you were off
talking politics

with the commissioner.

- I was until I heard
about this.

Can we?
- Sure.

- Even the Home Secretary
couldn't have kept me away.

You're not gonna disappoint
me, are ya?

- No, no, no, no, no.

The archeologist is quite right.

He's certainly not ancient Celt.

More 1960 than 960.

- He?

- Mm, going by the
pelvis, I'd say so.

It's all guesswork at
the moment, I'm afraid.

The skull is missing.

- Question is, was he
buried without it?

- Judging by the depression
at the top of the grave,

I'd say it's been removed.

The clothes have rotted.

Just a few buttons, I'm afraid.

And this survived.

Looks military.

- Hmm, and these seeds.

Maybe they were on his
clothing, in his pockets?

It might give you a clue
as to which time

of the year he was planted.

- Bit of a strange
combination, though, isn't it?

Patriot buckle, seeds.

- A mercenary farmer, perhaps.

Good morning.

- Right, I'll be
back in a minute.

- Her name's Agnes Currow.

I did try to speak to her,

but she gave me the door
in the face routine.

- Losing your charm, Lucy?

- Yeah, I must be.

She's hiding something.

Apart from wanting the
grave filled in again,

she identified one of the
grave robbers as Jack Choak,

a local publican, only
now, she's denying it.

- Do you know how long
she's owned the land?

- Been in the family for
generations, apparently.

Professor Tynk reckoned
some of these ancient Celts

could be Agnes' forebearers.

- So she would have been
certainly around

when this body was buried.

- Yes, sir.

I've asked Potter to
check on any other members

of the family who were
around at that time.

- The missing person's
file, sir.

How far back should
I be looking?

- Franks reckoned 30 years.

- Think yourself lucky the
computer's doing the walking,
eh?

- Yeah, okay, thank you.

Cheers, Mundy.

Okay, thank you much.

- Good morning, Mundy.

- Right, I've just faxed
the details of the buckle

to the Imperial War Museum
in London, sir,

and we're running a check on
all military bases in the area.

- Good.
- Yeah.

- Any progress on finding
the skull, Andy?

- Yeah, the special
services called.

They've already covered
the first three quadrants,

but their corpse is proving a
little difficult, I'm afraid.

- Could just be an
unlawful burial, of course.

- What, do you mean Agnes
Currow buried her old man

to save on funeral expenses?

- She never had an old man.

According to Ian's search,
she's lived there on her own

since her parents died, a
bit of a recluse, apparently.

- Professor Tynk said
that, yes, thank you,

she said that Miss Currow
mentioned two grave robbers.

So let's check out Choak,
and any known friends.

It may give us a lead on
why she changed her mind

about what she saw.

- What about the seeds, sir?

- Well, there's never
been an attempt

to cultivate the dig site.

And at the depth
they were found,

well those seeds didn't
just fall there.

They had to be on the victim.

- Unlikely to be a
local farm worker,

otherwise he'd be
missed in a place

like Treangrove, surely.

- Not if he was an itinerant.

- There must have been
hundreds of those through here

in the last 30 years.

- Yes, but there'd only
be one employer, Doug.

The local lord of the manor.

- Yeah.

- 30 years.
- Yep.

- Can't imagine we'll tie
this up in a couple of days.

- You're missing Simon, are you?

- Just making a general
observation, Doug.

- Where is he, anyways?

Off chasing another
exclusive with action shots

of prize winning leeks?

- Very funny.

- Doug?
- Yep.

- You've seen him, then?

- Oh, fit to burst, he was.

He'll see you later, he reckons.

- What does he want
to see me for?

It wasn't our fault.

- Try telling him
that to his face.

- Mrs. Choak?
- Uh-huh.

- Inspector Lane.

- Something I can help
you with, my dear?

- Yes, I just wanted to ask
you a few questions, if I may.

Were you and your husband
here last night?

- Yes.

- 'Til what time?

- Well I went up about midnight.

Left Jack down here with
Bill Marrack, as usual.

- Bloody hell, Jack.

What if Old Agnes recognized us?

- Just keep your
damn mouth shut,

or you'll do for the
two of us, no mistake.

- Mr. Choak?

- And what can I do for
you, my handsome?

- Inspector will do fine, sir.

Somewhere we can
talk in private?

- Why don't we step
through into my office.

- Giles?

Have you spoken to Gilbert yet?

- I'm busy!

I've got more to worry
about at the moment.

- Those grant applications
have to be in this month.

You must speak to him.

- I'll try, damn it.

It isn't easy getting
someone to recognize the EC

when they're still having
difficulty accepting the
tractor.

- If you don't care about us,

then at least think
of you and Geoffrey.

This estate is their future.

- What else do you think
keeps me going lately?

- That old bat?

Agnew Currow couldn't
tell a pig from a person

in broad daylight, never
mind 1:00 in the morning.

- You'd be pretty hard
to miss, Mr. Choak.

- Yeah, well, they breed
us big in these parts, see.

I was where I am at 1:00 am
most mornings, in my bed.

- You can substantiate
that, of course?

- Well you can always
ask the wife.

I'm sure she'll remember.

- I already have.

She doesn't.

Mrs. Choak says she went
upstairs shortly after midnight.

You stayed down in the
bar with Bill Marrack,

the man you were talking
to when I came in.

- Now that you mention it, Bill
did stay behind that night.

Didn't leave 'til well
after 2:00, as I recall now.

- And Mr. Marrack will
corroborate that?

- I doubt if Bill
will remember much

about anything that night.

He was pretty soused
when he left.

- Why don't I ask him anyway?

- Looks like you
just missed him.

- They've got their mark
everywhere, haven't they, hey?

- Well.

Not the force they
once were, though.

Can I help
you gentlemen?

- Yes, I'm Detective
Superintendent Wycliffe.

This is Detective
Inspector Kersey.

- How do you do?

And
you'd be Giles Rawle?

- No, Giles is my nephew.

He runs the estate for me.

I am Gilbert Rawle.

So how can I help you?

- We're trying to trace
a missing person.

The chances are maybe
he was a farm worker,

so we thought with you
owning the land.

- Well I'm afraid I haven't
heard of anyone going missing.

- Oh.

- Although, of course, we
don't run a daily checkup.

- No, well, this
wasn't recently.

We think maybe sometime
in the '60s.

- And does he have a name,
this missing farm worker?

- No, not at the moment, no.

This may be asking a lot.

- Well there's nothing wrong
with my memory, Inspector.

In fact, I know every
worker on this estate

by his Christian name.

And I must say I can't remember
anyone ever going missing.

- What about itinerant workers?

You do use them, don't you?

- Of course, for planting
and harvesting, mostly.

- And do you know all of them
by their Christian names?

I'm afraid
by their very nature,

itinerant workers are here
today and gone tomorrow.

But you would
have records for tax purposes.

Yes, we would.

- Is this a family heirloom?
- Yes.

- That was worn by
Sir Geoffrey Rovle,

known as Iron Fist, at
the Battle of Hastings.

- One simple task, one,
and you blew it.

It was no one's fault.

- Now we've got the
police all over the place.

- Around here talk
to the coppers.

You'd been better off
worrying about Silly Tilly.

For God's sake, take
it easy, take it easy.

Everyone calls her that.

- Not to my face they don't.

- Okay, okay, I'm sorry.

- I'll look after Tilly
same as I've always done.

You make sure nobody
opens their mouths.

I hear so much as a whisper,
I'll come looking for you.

- Given these lands in West
Cornwall for his bravery

against the Saxon Herald in
the year of our Lord, 1066.

A direct line for
nearly 900 years.

- Incredible.

And after you?

- Giles and his sons.

- You've no family of your own?

- My wife died a long time ago.

I never had the desire
to replace her.

- Mr. Rawle, you mentioned that
I could borrow those books.

- Oh, of course, excuse
me, Superintendent.

- Gilbert, I didn't
know we had guests.

- Giles' wife, Elizabeth.

These gentlemen are from
the police, my dear.

- Yes, I heard there was
some bother on our dig site.

Though why people want
to bury themselves

in the past is beyond me.

- As you see, Elizabeth hasn't
got my penchant for history.

- Has he been boring you to
death with the family history?

- No, no, no, it was
very educational.

According to the family
tree, you've got a daughter.

Is that her?

- Matilda, joy of my life.

- But you said that Giles
and his sons would inherit.

- Matilda had a breakdown
in her youth.

- Oh, I see, thank you.

- I'm sure Giles and Elizabeth
will take good care of her.

- And the family name
will survive.

- As it always has done,
Superintendent.

- It's very good of you to
let us borrow your books.

We'll have them returned to you

just as soon as we've
done with them.

- Thank you.

- What's going on, Elizabeth?

- Going on?

- I may be aging, my
dear, but I am not senile.

If there's a problem--

- If there's a problem, Gilbert,

you really must let
Giles deal with it.

- Tilly?

- Mr. Marrack, Inspector Lane.

- I know who you are.

- Of course, you were in the pub

when I interviewed your
friend, Mr. Choak.

- Who says he's my friend?

I know Jack, that's all,
and I worked with him.

- Your son confirmed your
whereabouts night before last.

- Stayed half the time
at The Iron Fist.

Jack and I had a session.

- Session?

Sounds pretty friendly to me.

What time did you leave?

- Well after 2:00 it was.

- Funny, you know, that's
exactly what Mr. Choak said.

- There you are, then.

Satisfied?

- Only he said you wouldn't
remember what time you left

'cause you were so drunk.

Mrs. Choak says she
left you both in the bar

round about midnight,
can you confirm that?

- I guess so.

- So between 12:00 and 2:00 am,

you and Mr. Choak were together?

You sure about that?

- I wasn't that drunk I
didn't know who I was with.

- Then you won't mind giving
me a statement in writing?

- I'll do it now if you like.

- Good, so is there being
any doubts later on.

- What do you mean, doubts?

- About 1:30, night before last,

two men were seen
digging up a body

on the archeological site.

We have an eyewitness who
claims one of those men

was Jack Choak.

If they're right, by
your own admission,

you've just established
you were the second man.

- An eyewitness?

Old Agnes Currow?

- I never said who the
witness was, Mr. Marrack.

Shall we?

- You could have been
badly burned, or worse.

Whatever possessed you
to tackle it yourself?

- Well you know what she's like.

She'll come here any
hour of the day or night

just to sit in there.

I thought maybe she'd lit
a candle and fell asleep.

But when I saw that burning--

- Why the doll, Agnes?

- It was a warning.

They know I'll guess
who's body it was.

But what galls me, Will, is
that they buried him on my land,

on my land!

- What of their identifier
remains?

- We'll keep our mouths shut,
William, that's what we'll do.

We have to protect Tilly.

- Hello there.

Have you
any idea who might have

started the fire, Miss Currow?

- Vandals, I expect.

I've had me problems
over the years.

It's not easy for an old
woman living on her own.

- Didn't stop you seeing
off the grave robbers,

though, did it, hey?

- I said I was old
and on me own.

I didn't say I was incapable
of looking after meself.

So why are
you so scared of Jack Choak?

- Who said I was scared
of that tub of lard?

- What's that?

Go on.
- Excuse me.

- Now, you told Professor
Tynk it was Jack Choak

that you saw, and then
you denied it.

Was the fire a warning?

Miss Currow, if someone
is threatening you,

you should tell us.

Was Jack Choak at the grave?

Was Marrack the second man?

- I won't be able to swear it.

The
fire doesn't seem

to have touched it at all.

You could use it as a
vase by the look of that.

- Oh, it's beautiful.
- Pack it up and I'll take it.

- Here you go.

- No! No!

- Stop this, now, come on,
you can't come in here.

Come on, you're okay,
you're okay.

Shh, it's okay.

- Shh, it'll be all right.

- Sir.

- That's Gilbert
Rawles' daughter?

- Yes, Agnes lets her use
the outbuildings around.

I'll get her home, she'll
be fine there.

- Might I have a word first?

- Oh, I don't think so.

I only
need a moment, Miss Currow.

- It's all right, Tilly, dear.

Mr. Wycliffe's a policeman.

- Hello, Tilly.

Now Dr. Angwin says that the
barn up there is your place.

- My special place for
keeping special things.

For having friends to tea.

- And has it been your place
for a long time, Tilly?

Forever.

- And was the skull one
of your special things?

- I found it in the copse.

- Can you remember when?

- Yesterday.

- And could you show me later

just where it was you found it?

- Are you a real policeman?

- Well, yes.

- Somebody...

Somebody stole my baby.

- Well the doll was
very badly burned.

I don't think anyone can--

- We'll get you a new
doll, Tilly, dear.

- I want my own baby.

- I really should get
her home, Superintendent.

- I want my own baby.

I want my own baby.

I want my own baby.

- Why is it such a special
place for her?

- She just likes to
come and sit here

with all her things
round about her.

- Miss Currow!

If Matilda Rawles had
spent the night in there,

we may well have been
dealing with a fatality now.

Was it Jack Choak you saw
disturbing that grave?

- Yes.

- Was Bill Marrack
the second man?

- The God's truth
is, I don't know.

- She's fine, she's settled now.

- What were you thinking about,

letting the police
interview her?

- Maybe we should be thinking
about Endsdale House.

- Yeah, she needs to be away
from here for a week or two.

For her own sake.

- Don't you think the
poor woman's had enough

of sanatoriums in her life?

- I'll think about it.

- You cannot put her
back in there.

She hates the place.

- Don't you ever imply
that I don't know

what's best for my daughter.

According
to forensics,

it was started deliberately
and without much care.

- It has to be a warning
from Choak to Agnes

for identifying him as
one of the grave robbers.

- Yet Marrack's statement
says that he was with him

the night the grave got dug up.

- Claims they were both
in the pub 'til 2:00 am.

- Confirmation of the seeds
found in the grave, sir.

- Wild oats?

- Yeah, used to be
a real problem

before these high-tech
chemicals they have nowadays.

Grew up amongst the wheat
and barley, choking them.

Had to be rogued out,
pulled out by hand.

- Anything from those
itinerant records yet?

- None of them showing
up as missing persons.

Mostly it's the same families
coming back year after year.

- What's the latest
on the belt buckle?

- I reckon it's U.S. Army issue.

The American Museum in Bathe
are having a look at it first.

- Curiouser and curiouser.

- Not necessarily, Potter.

Okay, let's go with
what we've got.

Let's put Marrack on the back
burner for the time being,

and let's talk to Choak,
Lucy, this time under caution.

- My pleasure.

Dixon.

- It's the way forward, Gilbert.

- Then why do I feel
that I'm capitulating?

- You're not signing a
surrender, Gilbert.

We've been part of Europe
for 20 years.

- The Rawles have stood on
their own feet for centuries.

Oh, well.

- The Rawles are on
their last legs, Gilbert.

- Have you made a decision
on Endsdale House yet?

- I said I'd think about it.

- It's a purely temporary
arrangement.

It's a rest.

I'm only thinking of Tilly.

Giles Rawles speaking.

Gilbert?
- Mm-hmm?

Why don't you speak
to her about it now.

Break it to her gently.

Stop gibbering man, I can't
understand a damn word!

- They're all over the
place, I tell you.

They've got the skillet and
now they're dragging off Jack.

What are we gonna do?

- Just listen, Marrack,
everything's in hand.

Jack won't give them
the time of day.

Make sure you don't, either.

- Must have brought quite
a few into the world

at your time here, doctor.

- Most of the population
under 40, I'd imagine.

- Seen a few out,
too, I suppose.

One theory at the moment is
if we might just be looking

at an unlawful burial.

- That's possible, I'd suppose.

- But unlikely to go
unnoticed in a small village,

is that what you're saying?

- You know what small
communities are like.

- Well it's just a theory.

How's Miss Rawle?

- Tilly?

Her family are taking
care of her.

- Her breakdown must have
been quite a tragedy for them.

- Yes.

It affected everyone, she
was a vibrant personality.

A free spirit was the term then.

- A bit wild?

- Oh, no more than anyone else.

It was the days of flower
power, remember?

- Peace and love.
- Yes.

- The psychedelic '60s.

- Is that what caused
her breakdown, drugs?

- Sorry, Tilly, Miss
Rawle, is my patient.

I can't discuss her
medical history.

- Of course, I understand.

- I was nowhere near Agnes
Currow's outbuilding.

- We have your clothes,
Mr. Choak.

- What's that got to
do with anything?

- What are the chances
of us finding traces

of petrol on them?

Fire kills, Mr. Choak.

- What are you talking about?

You told me the worst they
could do is criminal damage.

- Intentionally setting
fire to a building

or property is arson.

- No, no, it wasn't like that.

- You tell me how
it was, Mr. Choak.

- Okay, okay, I had too
many pints of me own ale,

if the truth be told.

I let it get to me,

her telling you that I was
going around, robbing graves.

She's an old gossip,
Miss Agnes Currow,

and not right in the
head, if you ask me.

- Where did you get
the petrol from?

- Old Agnes just leaves it
lying around, doesn't she?

So it couldn't have been
premeditated, could it?

Just a daft, spur of the moment
notion caused through drink.

There's no jury in the land

going to hang me for
that, are they?

- Was Bill Marrack with
you when you set fire

to the outbuilding?

- I don't need any help
putting the likes

of Agnes Currow in her place.

- Detective Inspector Lane
leaving the room at 13:02.

- Jack Choak, you've
admitted the offense

of criminal damage,

and you will be charged
with that offense.

- I hope it fits.

- Nasty.

Well I can tell you one
thing about this poor chap

just by looking at him.

The femur pointed to it,
but the skull confirms it.

- He's got a hole in his head.

- It's almost as obvious,
Inspector.

He was black.

- Sid Morgan came up
with five possibilities.

All AWOL around the time
we believe our victim died.

- One of those can
be accounted for

as being recaptured in the '70s.

- Leaving four, one
of whom was white.

- Given the size of the
skeleton, however,

Franks has narrowed it
down even further to two.

- These two, sir.

- Nothing yet, ma'am.

- Mr. Marrack, would
you like to have a look

at these for me?

Anyone you recognize?

You know we only need to prove
you dug him up, don't you?

Then we'll know who put him
there in the first place.

- It won't be for long,
my dear, I promise.

Just two or three weeks,
at the most.

And when you come back,
it'll be midsummer,

and you'll have the flowers
that you love.

- Can you spare a minute?

She's had her medication,
Gilbert.

I think she'll be all
right for five minutes.

- My treasure.

- Are you serious?

- I'd like you to take a
proper look, Mr. Rawle.

- Take a proper look
yourself, damn you.

This is an arable estate,
not a cotton plantation.

- Superintendent.

- I've been showing your
nephew these photographs,

the ones I showed
his wife earlier.

- Not your typical farm
worker around here,

even in these enlightened times.

- American servicemen, both
missing since the late '60s.

- And you think one of them
could be the chap you're after?

- Mm-hmm.

- I'm sorry, I don't recollect
having seen either of them.

- Perhaps your daughter, Tilly.

- Absolutely not.

- According to reports,

she had a good many
lovers in her youth,

not only from around Treangrove,

from other parts of the country.

- Are these the same reports

that refer to her
as Silly Tilly?

- My daughter had many
friends before her breakdown,

of all nationalities.

But I'm afraid now
Matilda wouldn't remember

who she saw yesterday,
let alone 30 years ago.

- I'd still like to show
her the photographs, though.

Talk to her.

- Last time you talked to her,

she had to be brought
home by the doctor.

You've had your answer.

- All right.

No need to knock the door down.

- Sorry, Miss Currow.

Just wanted a quick word.

- Well what is it this time?

- It's a couple of photographs

I'd like you to take a look at.

Anyone you recognize?

No.

This one?

- They'll be back.

- I won't have the poor girl
interrogated by the police.

- Then put her somewhere
where they won't allow it.

Can
you also confirm

the name, Miss Currow?

- Josh, Joshua Perry,
from the bases at Morgan.

Came here every chance he got.

Fell in love with the
remoteness of the place.

- Not to mention the local lass.

- He was always smiling.

A city lad looking for a
bit of peace and quiet.

- Yeah, well, he certainly
found plenty of that

in Treangrove, didn't he?

- Agnes, you knew, didn't you?

When you realized it wasn't
an ancient Celt in that grave,

you knew it was Joshua Perry.

- I wasn't certain.

Most thought he deserted her.

- Who killed him, Miss Currow?

Was it Tilly Rawle?

- How can you think that?

Tilly worshiped the very
ground he walked on.

She loved Josh with a passion

that was almost frightening
at times.

That's why they turned on him.

- Who, Miss Currow?

- The whole damn village,
that's who.

All true enough to carry
a favor with the Rawles.

- Everybody except you, that is.

You let them use the
barn, didn't you?

Her special place.

- They needed somewhere
where they could be alone.

- That means you must have
known he'd been murdered.

- No, when he disappeared,
and Tilly was affected,

everybody thought he
just deserted her.

That was the story
that went round.

He broke her heart,
destroyed her mind.

- And you believed that?

- Truth was, we didn't
know what to believe.

All we knew was that he'd gone,

and the Tilly we knew and loved
never'd be the same again.

- It was a bloody imbecelic
thing to do.

- I was only warning her off.

- Except you brought
more attention on us.

- All they've got on
me is criminal damage.

- And set that fool
Marrack off in a panic.

- Bill won't say anything.

He's in as deep as we are.

- Maybe you should remind
him about that.

- When her lover was murdered,
Tilly had a breakdown.

Was it during this time
that she gave birth?

You see, when Tilly told me
that her baby had been stolen,

she wasn't really talking
about the doll, was she?

Did she have her child while
she was being hospitalized?

- Yes, a boy.

- And what happened?

- Dr. Angwin.

- He was put up for adoption.

You must remember her condition.

She couldn't care for
herself, let alone a child.

- A black child.

- Believe me, it was better
for mother and child.

At least he's had a decent life.

- Are you telling
me you kept track?

- He's a fireman, in Newquay.

Married with children
of his own.

- A son.

- Puts a new light on
everything, doesn't it?

- Certainly puts Giles
Rawle in the frame.

Tilly's lover dead,
her mind destroyed,

and any threat to his
chance of inheriting

disappearing with the kid.

- That's a solid motive,
but where is the proof, hmm?

I mean, Choak and Marrack are
covering up for each other.

Tilly can't say.

And Giles Rawle isn't gonna
up and confess, is he?

As long as they all stay silent,

there's not a hope
of conviction.

- No, Doug's right.

We need to break the
bond that's between them.

Our only hope is to bring
one of them in to us.

- What about Marrack, sir?

If we brought him in again,

have him go over his statement?

- And if he still holds out?

When I
showed him that photograph

of Josh Perry, he went
positively white.

He's on the edge.

- Lord, save us, Bill.

- What are you doing
creeping about up here?

- The man's concerned
about you, Bill.

We all are.

We can't have you cracking up,

not now everything's
been taken care of.

- You're too bloody cocky, Jack.

They've got his photograph.

- They've got them old
bones, too, mate,

but that's all they've got.

So long as friends stick
together, it'll be all right.

- Didn't have to burn
her place down.

- That little old love nest?

Just serving Old Agnes
a warning, that's all.

- I thought when I saw them
haul you in the gang was up.

- Criminal damage, that's
all they've got.

Nothing else, Billy
boy, bugger all.

- Mr. Marrack?

- What, what is it now?

- Just a quiet word,
if you don't mind.

- No, I gave you my statement.

- Yes, we'd just like
to go over it again.

- At the station.

- You can't order
us in there, man.

- Just a few points we'd
like to get absolutely clear.

- Well can't we do it here?

- It won't take long.

- I'll take that, thank you.

Come on.

Just don't know, sir.

No, this is
not formal identification,

just want to see what
reaction we get, okay?

- Sir.

- It can't.

No, it, it can't be.

Well I never killed that boy,

I never laid a finger on him.

Mr. Marrack,
I must caution you that--

- As God is my witness,
I only helped bury him.

- Tilly?

I can't find her anywhere.

We could have done without
telling her where she was going.

- Agnes Currow's, that's
where she'll be.

- Giles Rawle.

That's the last thing
you need, Mr. Rawle.

- I'll tell you what
I need, Mr. Wycliffe.

I need you and that
bastard off my land.

- He's not worth it, mate.

- It's over.

Marrack is giving you
up as we speak.

- Don't be stupid.

This won't help.

Don't say anything, I'll
call a solicitor.

- Giles Geoffrey Rawle,

I'm arresting you for the
murder of Joshua Perry.

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

If you do not mention
when questioned

something that you may
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may
be used against you.

- Where is he, Mrs. Rawle?

- Isn't my husband enough?

He's at Saint Petroc's Pulpit.

- We knew he'd enter
their love nest

over at Agnes' sooner or later.

It was the only place
safe to him in the end.

We'd just lay up in the
wheat field near her farm.

He was coming back with
Tilly when we cornered him.

That was it then.

I held Tilly while
Giles and Jack

dragged him off through
the wheat.

He was on his knees, Choak
holding him from behind,

and Giles finished him
with his hammer.

- Superintendent Wycliffe,
another history lesson?

- You might say that.

We've arrested your
nephew, Giles,

for the murder of Joshua Perry.

- The locals call this
place Saint Petroc's Pulpit.

It was here that they
watched and trembled

as Iron Fist came ashore
and raised his standard.

- Did you hear what
I said, Mr. Rawle?

- Do you call what
Giles did a crime?

- What your nephew
did was heinous,

but you drove him to it.

Matilda Rawle was pregnant
with Joshua Perry's son,

so that was not just an
American, but an ethnic African,

would one day inherit
the Rawle Estate.

That's what decided you to
make Giles your heir, isn't it?

- It was his duty, his right.

- For the family name?
- Yes!

- What else are we if
we're not guardians

of our history, our culture.

Giles will linger in prison.

I shall die there,
in all probability.

But Giles' sons will rule.

The Rawle line will
not be broken.

- No, the law precludes anyone

from standing to
gain from murder.

Matilda's son will inherit.

Oh, yes.

Your nephew killed the wolf
at the drawbridge, Mr. Rawle,

but he spared the cub.

Hubert Geoffrey Rawle, I'm
arresting you for complicity

in the murder of Joshua Perry.

You do not have to say anything.

- And where would you
be going, me handsome?