All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S13E04 - The Silent Land

(gentle piano music)

♪ Drink to me only ♪

♪ With thine eyes ♪

♪ And I will pledge with mine ♪

♪ Or leave a kiss within the cup ♪

♪ And I'll not ask for wine ♪

♪ The thirst that from
the soul doth rise ♪

(Cully sighs)
♪ Doth ask a drink divine. ♪

(bird squawking)

- This dark and forbidding thoroughfare

is Chain Alley.

(suspenseful music)

If you could all please gather here.

And this is the very spot

where poor Lucy Law was murdered

on November 3rd, 1831.

(crowd murmuring)

Feel the chill in the air?

That's because Lucy's ghost
still walks the alleyway,

and that icy coldness is always here,

even on a summer's day.

Death by fright, madame,

are you insured against it?

- I don't think so.

- Then you had better keep up, hadn't you?

(birds crying)

- I'm sorry if the
concert disappointed you.

- It's just not my kind of thing, Mum.

All that folky stuff.

- What do you mean, folky?

Those are traditional songs.

They're part of our heritage.

- Right.

(suspenseful music)

- Be careful where you walk.

We don't want to disturb the residents.

This graveyard once
belonged to the sanatorium.

They were both closed
down 60-odd years ago.

But the spirits of long-dead patients,

have often been seen here.

(group murmuring)

(woman gasps)

(ominous music)

- What?
- I saw something.

Over there.

(gentle music)
♪ In the north far to thee ♪

♪ Oh the oak and the ash ♪

♪ And the bonny rowan tree ♪

♪ Do flourish at home
in the north country ♪

(Joyce screams)
(brakes squealing)

(Joyce gasps)

(car thuds)
(car horn wailing)

(haunting music)

(van doors banging)

- You doing the Causton run?

- Oh, I'll do it later, Dad.

The road's closed.

There's been an accident.

- [Mechanic] You know, stick one there,

and the other side there.

(sirens wailing)

(police radio chattering)

(birds chirping)

(car door bangs)

- [Mechanic] Yeah, it's
ready to go now, Steve.

(collar jingling)

- [Child] Come on, Mum, hurry it up.

- You should have been taking more care.

And what were you and Cully doing?

Chattering, I suppose.

- She was asleep.

- It is only a matter of
luck neither of you was hurt.

- How many times do I
have to tell you, Tom?

I swerved to avoid someone.

And I'm just not sure
whether I hit them or not.

(Tom sighs)

(dog barking)
(birds chirping)

(car door rattles)

- Oh, morning, Mary.

(door handle rattles)

No one opened up yet, then?

- No.

- So who's librarian on a Thursday?

- Gerald.

- Not like him to be late.

(Mary sighs)

- Not the end of the world, is it,

just because the library's not open?

- It is, if Gerald's got
anything to do with it.

He's the first to
complain when other people

are late for things.
- Mm.

(car horn honks)

- (sighs) Hi, love.

- Hi, Dad.

- Talk to your father, will you?

He won't listen to me.

- We've just been back to
March Magna, searched the area.

- But she's still convinced
she could have hit someone?

- Yeah, she is.

But there's no bloodstains on the road,

and the only marks on the road

are the skid marks from her car.

And I ran a check, (sighs)

no reports of anyone injured
or missing in the village.

(birds chirping)

(van door bangs)

- Hey, guess what?

Gerald's gone missing.

- Eh?

- He hasn't turned up for
his shift at the library.

- Well, I expect he's sick or something.

- Gerald, he's sick all
right, he likes them dead.

- Liam, please.

Don't you dare talk
about people like that.

(van door grinds)

- I suppose your luck's in
at the library now, then?

- Don't know what you mean.

- The way you hang around there.

Would have thought you got
better things to be doing.

(trays clattering)

(gentle music)

(birds chirping)

(dog barking)

- Echo.

(birds chirping)

(suspenseful music)

- Do you want a coffee, Dad?

- No, I've got no time.

Um, I've lost a folder, green folder.

- You took it upstairs.

- Yeah?

- I was telling Mum, I've
got the use of Simon's car

while he's away, so she can borrow mine.

- Well, that's very kind of you, Cully.

(cellphone ringing)

Uh-oh, what now?

Barnaby. (clears throat)

(footsteps thumping)

- I hit someone, Cully, I know I did.

- Mum, will you stop worrying about this?

- I can't.

- But we checked the road
last night, remember?

We both climbed out of
the car, and we looked.

There was nothing, there was no one.

- Whoever it was could have been injured.

- Will you listen to me?

- And could have crawled
away somewhere to die.

- Oh, for goodness sake.

What do you think Dad's been doing?

He's been asking around.

If anything bad had happened,
he would have been told.

(sombre music)

- What is it?

- March Magna.

A body's been found.

(Joyce gasps)

(sirens wailing)

(birds chirping)

(Jeffrey sighs)

- Morning, sir.
- Morning.

(police radio chattering)

- His name's Gerald Ebbs.

- [Tom] Who identified him?

- The person who found him, Mr. Kent.

He's over there.

(birds chirping)

(police radio chattering)

- [Policeman] Eh, 94,
nine four, Albanny Road.

- Morning, Tom.

- [Tom] George.

- Well, he would have died
sometime during the night.

First impressions suggest
that he choked to death,

but then, there is this.

Hardly a penetrating wound.

Nevertheless, a blunt force injury.

It's weird, isn't it,
the way he's lying there?

It looks as if he's kissing
and cuddling the grave itself.

- Can he have, um,
tripped or fallen somehow?

Cracked his head against the stonework,

and then rolled over, face downwards?

- Possible.
- Or, George,

I need to ask you this.

Could he have been involved
in a road accident,

and then somehow made
his way here, to die?

- Well, I can't tell you at the moment,

but, I suppose it could
have happened, yes.

- Hmm.

It's freshly turned, isn't it?

This grave's been tended recently.

- Well, it's a bit of a forgotten place.

Those are the only flowers here.

- Well, at least someone's
kept it all tidy.

(gentle music)

(lively clarinet music)

(dog barking)

- Johnny, heard some police cars earlier.

What's going on?

- No idea.

Maybe if you got up at a
respectable hour once in a while

you'd learn a thing or two.

(birds chirping)

(Jeffrey exhales sharply)

(Alice tuts)

- I'll be back later.

I've just got the Watsons'
garden to do, won't be long.

- Got any more work this week?

- No, nothing 'til Monday.

(teacup rattles)

You shouldn't have to wait
on him at this time of day.

- I don't mind.
- Well I do.

If he can't get up in time for breakfast

like other paying guests,

he should be made to go without.

- We don't have any
other guests, remember?

Anyway, he was working last night.

- (scoffs) You call that work?

(coughing) Him and his ghosts.

(sirens wailing)

(birds chirping)

- [Gail] Is there anything
else you can remember?

Anything at all?

- Yeah, well, that's all really.

- Mr. Kent?

Thank you, thank you so
much for notifying us.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby, from Causton CID.

Mr. Gerald Ebbs, did he have any family?

- There was his mother,
she died a few years ago.

- Work colleagues?

- There's only Sarah,
it's a small library.

It caters for those of
(scoffs) limited taste.

She and Gerald worked separate shifts.

- Sarah's second name?

- Sharp, she lives on Castle Street.

I suppose I better let her know.

Someone has to open the library.

- Yeah, don't leave.

Can you tell us anything
more about Gerald Ebbs?

- He wasn't liked by many people.

- Was he not, why?

- He was clerk of the parish council.

Enjoyed making decisions

whether the village wanted them or not.

- Did you like him?

- No.

He hated anyone interfering
with his precious cemetery.

- His cemetery?

- He managed to get a
job here as caretaker.

He used to work here,
on a voluntary basis.

(sombre music)

(sirens wailing)

(camera whirring)

(camera shutter clicking)

- [Tom] And you come here
most days, do you, Mr. Kent?

- [Ian] Uh.

- [Ben] This cemetery, Mr. Kent, it's odd.

Everything's old.

There are no new graves here.

- That's right.

Present day burials and
cremations take place at Causton.

It causes a lot of resentment.

- Why is that?

- People who've lived
here all their lives,

they like to think

they have the right to lie
here when they're dead.

- But all the people buried
here, no one's died of old age.

- That's because most
of them were patients.

- Patients from where?

- The old hospital.

It had its own chapel.

- The hospital's on the
edge of the village, sir.

The one with the long wall.

- My wife could tell you more about it.

We're both historians.

She specialises in local history.

- Was it a good ghost walk last night?

- No, it was hard work.

People with no imagination
are always hard work.

Difficult to scare.

- I think it's wonderful what you do,

working with ghosts.

How many have you seen?

- Um, over the years,
(dishes clattering)

quite a few.
(tea burbling)

- [Alice] Good ones or bad ones?

- Mostly good.
(tea burbling)

At first, I thought there was
one out and about last night.

- Where?

- In the cemetery.

(ominous music)

A woman thought she saw something.

But there was nothing,
because if there was,

I would have sensed it.

- I don't know how you do it.

(whimsical music)

John doesn't believe in ghosts.

Then again, he doesn't
believe in most things,

except moaning.

- I hope he believes in you, Alice.

Because I certainly do.

(lively music)

- Give me a shout if there's
anything else you need.

(birds chirping)

(clipper thuds)

- Not good news.

Poor Gerald's dead.

His body was in the graveyard all night.

- Oh, no.

- There was one of those ghost
walks last night, remember?

- What's that got to do with it?

- Maybe something frightened him to death

while he was digging
up a grave. (chuckles)

(Jessica scoffs)

Jess, what's the best
thing about necrophilia?

Well?

You don't have to say you're sorry.

(lively music)

- [Man] We have these.

- [Woman] Wait, pull up.

Sir!

(suspenseful music)

- Hello, Mr. Kent.
- Hello, Sarah.

I um, I wonder if I might
come in for a moment.

- Yeah.

(door bangs)

Anything wrong?

- Uh, yes.

It's the library.

I'm afraid someone's going
to have to open it up.

- But it's Thursdays,
Gerald does Thursdays,

it's the way he's always wanted it.

(sighs) He's not doing a number is he?

'Cause if he's being
difficult again I'll--

- He's dead.

I found his body, in the graveyard.

- Oh, no.

But I don't understand, I mean how,

how did he die?

- I don't know.

I imagine that he fell.

- Poor Gerald.

I mean, I know we had our
differences, but this is,

look, don't worry, Mr. Kent.

I'll open up the library.

It's the least I can do.

I thought I better--

- Yes.

(suspenseful music)

(door bangs)

Yes. (gasps)

- [Woman] Just there sir, there.

(door knocker banging)

- Mrs. Faith Kent?

- Yes?
- Good morning.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby, Causton CID.

- Oh, well, please come in.

- Thank you.

- It's about Gerald, is it?

My husband told me the sad
news, only he isn't here.

- Well, that's okay.

I can talk to you.

- Ian's gone to the pub.

Said he needed a drink
after what's happened.

Any excuse.

- He also said that, uh,

Gerald Ebbs wasn't liked by many people.

- Ian said that?

- Mm.
- How dare he.

What right has he got to
say that about someone?

- So how did you get on with Gerald?

- Let's say I put up with him.

He was a bit of a fusspot.

But I agreed with some of
the things he believed in.

- Like what?

- Looking after the cemetery.

- Apart from, um, keeping it tidy,

did Gerald Ebbs have any
other special interests

in the March Magna cemetery?

- (scoffs) None that I can think of.

- That interesting one
particular grave, perhaps?

- (scoffs) No.

(gentle music)

(birds chirping)

- Huh!

- [Tom] That is the, uh,
the hospital, isn't it?

- It was always known
as the Saint Fidelis.

- Saint Fidelis, eh?

- I'm dong a paper on it.
- Oh.

Your husband and you, do work together?

- Ian, oh no, far too lowbrow for him.

Talk to him about the Tudor Constitution

or renaissance English literature

and you'll have a friend for life.

- God, it's a forlorn looking place,

that.
- Mm.

People came from all over the UK

to be treated for tuberculosis.

- And I take it, they died?

- TB was incurable in
those days, Mr. Barnaby.

Hence, the cemetery.

(birds cawing)

(sombre music)

(lively music)

(birds chirping)

- After you, sir.
- Thank you.

(glasses clattering)

- Hello again, Mr. Kent.

- Mr. And Mrs. Bishop?
- Yes.

- I'm Detective Sargent Jones,

and Detective Constable
Stephens, Causton CID.

I take it you were open last night.

- Wouldn't be much of a pub if we weren't.

- Who was in?

- Just the locals.

- Was Gerald Ebbs a local?

- No, he never used to drink.

- Perhaps, he should have.

Might have livened him up.

- So apart from the locals,
were there any strangers in?

- No.

- Well, there were some
in the village last night,

on the ghost walk.

- On the what?

- The ghost walk.

Mr. Bowmaker, our celebrated ghost guide

up to his tricks again.

And when I say tricks, I mean tricks.

That man's a fraud, he makes
it up as he goes along.

One more.
(glass thuds)

- And he don't care how many
lies he tells in the process.

Just because something bad
happened in here a long time ago,

he makes out it's worse than it is.

And he tries to make
out the pub's haunted.

- Which isn't exactly good for business.

- So there are no bad vibes here then?

- Oh, of course not.

Do you see those beams?

Years ago, a landlord
hung himself from here.

After he'd killed his wife and
daughter with a meat cleaver.

(scoffs) Just a domestic
tiff that got out of hand.

Does that make the place haunted?

- The poor man hasn't
been dead five minutes,

and there you are maligning
him to complete strangers.

- They were not just strangers,
they were the police.

- Was this before you went
to the pub, or afterwards?

- Well, does it matter?

Look, I'm just as shocked
by the death of Gerald

as the rest of the village.

I found his body, remember?

- (scoffs) I shouldn't think anyone

will be allowed to forget that.

- But the fact remains

that he was a sad and
annoying little nobody.

- He was also lonely.

- Do you wonder why?

Are you finished with that?
- Yes.

God, you're such an old woman!

(door bangs)

(gentle music)

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping)

- Good afternoon.

Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby, Causton CID.

- Is it about Gerald?

- Yes, it is.

- Was it the weather that killed him then?

- I'm sorry, what?

- Well, only it got quite cold last night,

and he wasn't the
healthiest of individuals.

Sometimes he'd spend the
whole night in that cemetery.

- Ah, he told you that, did he?

- He didn't tell me, I just knew.

People talked about it.

- And your names are?

- I'm Adam Peach, and this
is my daughter, Jessica.

- So when did you last see Gerald Ebbs?

- A few days ago.

He came in here to buy a
small spray of flowers.

- Did he say who they were for?

- No, he didn't need to tell me.

He's bought flowers here before,

and he always takes them to the cemetery.

God knows why.

No one else puts flowers on those graves.

All the people buried there

have been dead and forgotten for years.

Anyway, I've got deliveries to do.

- Huh, a dedicated worker.

- Has to be, it's a family business.

- Mr. Peach, I am forever hearing

that Gerald Ebbs annoyed a lot of people.

- More than a few.

- Anyone in particular?

- Well, him and Jeff were
threatening each other last week,

all because Jeff's lot were
leaving litter in the cemetery.

- Who's Jeff?

- His full name's Jeffrey John Bowmaker.

Stephens ran a check on him.

He's obviously some kind of con artist,

but there's no convictions under the name.

Here we are, sir.

- Jones, there's something
I think I should tell you.

- Sir?

- It is just possible that, uh,

our dead man was the
victim of a car accident.

- But, surely--
- I said just possible.

And if that's so, it's also possible

that the driver of the car that
hit him, was Joyce Barnaby.

Yeah.

- What are you up to?

- I had to contact the insurance company.

- Leave that for now.

Why don't you let me
take you out somewhere?

- Not today, thanks.

- We could get a bit of lunch.

A spot of shopping?

- I have to be here, Cully.

I have to wait for your
dad to get back to me.

Good news or bad, I need to know. (sighs)

- Mm, (inhales sharply) we met up at 7:30.

- Who's we?

- Me and my customers.

Met at the usual place,
Marsh Lane, opposite the pub.

Here, it's in my brochure.

(cutlery clanging)

- [Ben] On that night?

- [Jeffrey] On my ghost walk.

- [Ben] Well, if you
and your customers did--

- This is all we need,

police questioning him on our premises,

with all the world to see.

- The police have been
questioning a lot of people,

it's their job.

- (coughing) All this is making me ill.

I want him out.

- He pays his rent.

- (coughing) I still want him out!

- And we need all the money we can get.

I mean, your earnings

don't exactly keep the wolf
from the door, do they, John?

- So what time did you
and your, uh, clients,

your customers, get to the cemetery?

- Um, I'd say just before nine.

- Did you see Gerald Ebbs there?

- No.

Mm, one of them thought she saw something.

I looked, but I couldn't see anything.

- [Ben] What's the name of this customer?

- Absolutely no idea,
never seen her before.

You see, they're not locals.

I put adverts out, and people
come in from other villages.

- A spine-chilling journey into terror.

- I do my best.

Only, I don't think the spirits

fancied coming out last night.

It was a bit nippy. (chuckles)

(Jeffrey laughs)

(door bangs)

Sorry, I've been asked
to leave the village.

- Oh no, why?

(Jeffrey sighs)

- Just kidding!

- Oh.
- I'm here to stay.

You've got me here forever, Johnny.

(Jeffrey chuckles)
(Johnny coughing)

- About time they bulldoze
that monstrosity, isn't it?

(keyboard clatters)

(chuckles) How I despise
everything Victorian.

Attitudes, the kitsch, the
cloying sentimentality.

(chuckles) Still, wouldn't
do for us all to appreciate

the exact same things in life, would it?

- No, it wouldn't.

(keyboard clattering)

- Been a grim day.

I need cheering up.

Do you fancy going for a
drink at the March Magna Inn?

- (scoffs) You call that being cheered up?

I'm surprised you don't take
up residence in that hell hole.

(keyboard clattering)

- Got some news for you.
- Yeah?

- We found the murder weapon.

- You found what?

- This was found in the undergrowth

some distance from the body.

It's a piece of edging, you know,

part of the grave where he was found.

And incidentally, where he was killed.

It matches the wound, and
there are traces of blood,

and I'm sure they'll match as well.

You seem relieved, Tom.

- Yes.

- You look very smart.

- I'm off to do some research, Alice.

- For your work?
- Oh, yes.

Never stops.
- Mm.

- Mind you, I'd rather
be here alone with you.

- Now, don't be silly.

- (smacks lips) You be good.

(Johnny coughing)

(door bangs)

- I told Vic, I'm not
going out anymore at night.

Not 'til they find who's done it.

- Jeff Bowmaker said there
could have been someone

hanging around the cemetery last night.

He told Alice.
- Well, he'd say anything.

You should know that.

- Anyway, police have questioned him.

- All this is not going to
do our old historic village

a lot of good, is it, Mr. Kent?

(patrons muttering)

- March Magna, historic?

- So they tell us.

- Whoever they are, they are wrong.

Over the centuries,

this village has achieved
precisely nothing of note.

(patrons murmuring)

Those poor lost souls at the hospital

are the only reason this
place is on the map.

(door bangs)
(gentle music)

♪ I'll do as much for my true love ♪

♪ As any young man may ♪

♪ I'll sit and mourn all on her grave ♪

♪ For a twelve month and a day ♪
- Joyce.

- Well?

- The body we are dealing with

is that of a man who was
murdered in March Magna.

- Murdered?
- Murdered.

And listen, Joyce, his death had nothing,

nothing whatsoever, to
do with your accident.

You understand?

- (exhales sharply) Thank god for that.

- Mm-hmm, let me get you a drink.

- No thanks.
- No?

- I still saw someone,
Tom, before I crashed.

- Yes, so you say.

And I am perfectly willing to believe you,

because that could very
well have been the murderer.

(latch clangs)

(gate squeaking)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(gentle music)

(both laughing)

(lively music)

(lock clanking)

- Gerald's mail.

(door bangs)

(suspenseful music)

- Mm, nice place.

(lively music)

- So Gerald was murdered, then?

- Yes.

- Who could have done such a thing?

Like me in this, do you?

(Liam sighs)

- You look fantastic.

- Well, I'm the boss now.

Boss in this place, I've got
to dress the part, don't I?

Like that, do you?

Like me being the boss?

I see you've been nicking the
best blooms again. (chuckles)

There's a jug in the washroom.

Go and put them in water.

Get a move on.

I've got a library to run.

(door bangs)

- Just bills, and a couple of
brochures for a dating agency.

- [Tom] Oh, dear, (chuckles) hm.

- And there's all this.

He must have been a bit
of a historian as well.

He's made a lot of notes.
- About what?

- March Magna in the 1870s,

and Sutton on the Hill,
Derbyshire, same period.

- [Tom] The place mentioned
on the grave stone.

- March Magna as it was.

- Yeah, and Sutton on the Hill, hm.

- [Ben] Same two places, same time period.

- He seems to have a real
fixation on that grave.

- Could the dead girl have
been a long lost relative?

- I have no idea.

(suspenseful music)

- [Tom] Where's that?

- [Gail] It says the old hospital.

And back to the graves again.

- [Tom] Caroline Maria Roberts.

Stop there.

Not dead, but sleepeth.

(ominous music)

- (sighs) Here you are, Mum.

Just don't go driving
into any more bushes.

- Thank you.

- I was sorry to hear about
the murder victim, Mum,

but at least that means you can relax now.

You're not responsible
for someone's death.

Mum!

- I'm sorry, Cully, I
just can't forget it.

- You have to.
- No.

No, I saw someone.

(Joyce screams)
(brakes screeching)

Nothing and nobody will
ever make me change my mind.

What's that?

- Oh, it's just the March
Magna ghost walk guide.

It's nonsense.

Just brought it to show you.

You know there were people in
March Magna that night, Mum.

Tourists.

Maybe that's what you saw.

- A tour like this, it could help.

Maybe I could find out something.

- Oh, no you don't.

Don't even think about it.

Any coffee going?

- Miss Sarah Sharp?

- Yes.
- Good morning to you.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby

from Causton CID.
- Oh.

- Do you mind if I ask
you a few questions?

- About what?
- Mr. Gerald Ebbs.

- No.

- When did you last see Mr. Ebbs?

- Um, must have been Saturday morning.

He passed by my house.

- Was he alone?

- He was always alone,
especially since his mother died.

- Yeah, when did you do
last have a conversation

with Mr. Ebbs?

- Oh, I gave up talking to him

a long time ago.
- Why?

- Because he liked to
think he ran the village.

Wasn't even born here, I was.

- Where was he from?

- I think he and his mum
moved here from Oxford

when he was a child.

- Did he travel much?
- Gerald?

Hardly ever left the village.

Why are you asking me this?

- Ah, well, it's all to
do with the cemetery.

Gerald Ebb seems to have
had a peculiar interest

in the occupant of one of the graves.

Did he ever say anything

about having relatives up in Derbyshire?

- Not that I can remember.

- Or an interest in genealogy, perhaps?

- Well, if he did, he never told me.

In fact, from what I hear,

the only thing that seemed to interest him

was that creepy graveyard.

- Hm, okay, thank you very much.

(ominous music)

(Alice screaming)

- It's all right, Alice.

It's me!

- (gasps) Oh!
(Jeffrey laughing)

Oh, Jeff!

Oh, how could you do such a thing?

- I'm sorry, Alice.

- Oh, you frightened the
life out of me. (chuckles)

- (laughs) It's just a bit of fun.

- Fun, (chuckles) you call that fun?

(both laughing)

(lively music)

(Jeffrey chuckles)

- Mm.

- It ceased being a hospital
in the late 1940s, sir.

- [Tom] Yeah, and then what?

- A private school.

Then a visitor centre
up until the late '80s.

After that, it became too difficult

and too expensive to maintain.

So, what are we looking for?

- Well, perhaps Joyce
really did see someone.

- The murderer?
(glass clinking)

- It's possible.

And if she did, that someone, he or she,

might be hiding somewhere in here.

(suspenseful music)

Just like it was in the photographs.

(glass clinking)

Go have a look upstairs.

See what you can see.

- No one here, sir.

And no sign of anyone using it as a squat.

- This must have been a busy community.

Full of hope, full of despair.

Can almost feel it, can't you?

- Not me, sir.

A place like this just
gives me the creeps.

(lively music)

(birds cawing)

(ominous music)

(knocker banging)

(Faith sighs)

- Oh, Mr. Barnaby.

- Is this an awkward moment?

- Yes, work to do.

- I'm sorry, uh, just a
couple of minutes, please.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

Um, I've just been looking
around the old hospital.

It's a fascinating place, isn't it?

- That's right,

but it's long been regarded
as an unlucky place.

- Ah, why?

- In the late 1800s,
a young female patient

leaped to her death from
the top of this staircase.

She wanted to end her suffering.

And a few serious accidents
have been recorded since then.

- Involving the same staircase?

- Yes, look, I really must go,

I want to catch the afternoon light.

- Hang on, eh, in the, um, look,

in the wall that's
surrounding the hospital,

I came across what seemed
to be an old archway,

that had been bricked up.

- Oh, that, yes, it
used to be an entrance.

- Leading where?

- To the hospital.

The entrance was for members
of staff, doctors and nurses

in particular.
- Why?

- Their accommodation was across the road,

and they weren't allowed
to be seen entering

through the main gates of the hospital.

- I'm sorry, I don't understand.

- There was a certain stigma

attached to TB in Victorian
times, Mr. Barnaby.

So not only do the poor patients

have the illness to worry about--

- They had to suffer the shame,

as well.
- Right.

- When was that archway bricked up?

- Just after the first world war.

- What you up to?

- I thought I'd try my
hair a different way.

- Why?

- Just felt like a change, that's why.

- And makeup?

- I just told you, I'm
trying something different.

- Then you're wasting your time.

(Johnny coughing)

- Well, one thing's for
sure, you'll never change!

You'll always be a bitter, angry man!

(Johnny coughing)
(door bangs)

(Alice sighs)

(door bangs)

- Jones.

- Sir, I found out a couple of things.

There's nothing to suggest

Gerald Ebbs was related to
the girl in the cemetery.

- Oh, so they're saying.

There was just a morbid
fascination on his part.

That he was fixated on a dead woman?

- Seems that way, yeah.

It's like a, well, it's almost
like a one-way love affair.

And there's this.

A patient committed suicide

by throwing herself from the staircase

at the Saint Fidelis Hospital.

- Yeah, I knew about that.

- Her name was Caroline Maria Roberts,

the girl in the cemetery.

- That cemetery's always been unlucky.

John was hoping to get the
gardening contract there

when the old gardener died,

but Gerald volunteered
to do the job for free.

I mean, the parish council
couldn't refuse that offer,

could they?

- John must have been upset.

- Upset?

He was furious.

(ominous music)

(water dripping)

(camera shutter clicking)

(glass crunching)
(stairs creaking)

(footsteps thumping)

- [Jeffrey] What's a nice girl
like you doing in a place--

- What do you want, Jeff?

- Tonight's ghost walk,

it's going to be here.

- (sighs) Yes, so I've heard.

- I'm on a bit of a recce here,

make sure of a safe route.

Don't want some old biddy suing me

if she falls through the floorboards.

And, there's the historical side of it.

Thought you might be able to help.

- I helped you once before, never again.

- Oh, come on, Faith.

- No, it means I supply
you with historical facts,

and you bend the truth to make a profit.

- It's called poetic licence.

I've heard there's a strange aura,

right here, around this staircase.

This will be where I do my big number.

- I've already explained to someone,

this area is supposed to be cursed,

but there are no ghosts here.

- Well, that's okay.

I'll fill in the missing bits.

(Jeffrey laughs)

(birds chirping)

- Hi, Dad.
- Hey.

Have you seen that order for Marsh Farms?

- The roses, no, why?

- It's gone missing.

- Hm, those blooms are expensive.

- Yeah, I know.

Well, never mind,

I'll make up the order
with something else.

- What about the wreath for Mum's grave?

- Ah, that's not a problem.

I put her favourites aside for that.

Only the best for her.

Will you be coming with me tomorrow, love?

- I can't, sorry, Dad.

You prefer to go and talk to
her on your own, don't you?

No, Jess.

I don't.

- So, when are you gonna get rid of him?

- Get rid of who?
- Your old man.

I'm sick of living in a B&B.

We could set up home together.

With your expertise, and my showmanship,

we'd make a great team.

- You've got to stop
kidding yourself, Jeff.

Faith by name, but not
necessarily by nature, that's me.

You're nothing more than a diversion.

- Been a few of those, have there?

- Oh, yes, and each time
there's a bit of a risk.

- Why?
- He lashes out.

(suspenseful music)

- Gerald's obsession with
this particular grave,

why would that get him killed, you think?

- Sir.

- Ah, Mr. Bowmaker.

(birds cawing)

Mr. Bowmaker, what can we do for you, sir?

- [Ben] Is the ghost
walk still on tonight?

- Oh yes, but don't worry, it
won't be taking place here.

I'll be scaring them
silly at the old hospital.

- Have you got permission to go in there?

- No, that's part of fun.

I'll be making sure no
one comes to any harm.

- Have you got something to tell us?

- John Carver.

- [Ben] What about him?

- He wanted the job as gardener here,

but Gerald beat him to it.

John's wife told me it
almost destroyed him.

- Thank you, Mr. Bowmaker.

Find out what you can about this cemetery

in the parish records.

- Right.

(suspenseful music)

(door bangs)

(birds chirping)
(lively music)

- Those flowers for Marsh
Farm didn't turn up, then?

Then again, (sighs) I don't
suppose they ever will.

(book thuds)

- So why are you looking at me?

- Because you bloody took them, Liam.

- Don't be stupid.

- And I bet I know what you did with them.

You gave them to that
jumped-up cow in the library.

She's nobody.

I remember when she used to
work in the post office shop.

- So why would I want to give her flowers?

- Because you're obsessed
with her, that's why.

And you can't leave her alone.

You'd do just about anything
for her, wouldn't you?

So tell me something,

would you kill for her?

- Good evening.

I was just on my way home
from work, and I thought...

I was just passing,

and I thought I'd like to
buy my wife some flowers.

Oh, they're beautiful.

- Yes, sorry, but they're not for sale.

- A work of art.

Who are they for?

- My mum.
- Oh.

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that.

- Well, when it's her birthday,

Dad makes a special wreath for her.

From us all, so we never forget her.

- And when is her birthday?

- It's tomorrow.

She's buried in Causton.

- Causton, that's a
long way away, isn't it?

How often do you manage to visit her?

- Not enough, I'm always busy.

Anyway, um, what flowers would you like?

(door bangs)

(broom scratching)
- Liam!

May I have a word, please?

- About what?

- I'm sorry, but I
couldn't help but overhear

that conversation you
had with your sister.

Sarah Sharp, eh?

She's a remarkable girl, isn't she?

She's actually made the
library look welcoming.

- She likes her job.

- And Liam, there were some
magnificent flowers on display.

Liam, when did you last see Gerald Ebbs?

- I don't know, three days ago,

something like that.

- Did you speak to him,
talk to him at all?

- Why would I want to talk to that man?

The man was a perv.

- My son's not an easy person
to talk to, Mr. Barnaby.

He keeps a lot of things to himself.

- Yeah, that's all right.

Can't be easy for a lad of any age to, um,

you know, lose his mum.
- Yeah.

- Um, I suppose it must be, um,

difficult for Liam, you know,

having his mum buried so far away.

- At his age, who knows
what's on his mind.

But it's more likely to be

that young woman in the
library, than his mother.

- (chuckles) Yeah, and I
don't suppose it helps,

having these ghost walks
through the village, yeah?

With their promise of an afterlife.

- No, but no one should ever believe

what Jeff Bowmaker says.

Wouldn't you agree with that?

- Oh, I couldn't possibly comment on that.

- All right, then.

Can he be done for fraud?

- (chuckles) I don't think so.

- I thought I saw a ghost once.

A real one.

It was at night on the
road by the old hospital.

It was only for a split second,

but I could have sworn it was a nurse.

(suspenseful music)

Then again, it was probably
a trick of the light.

- Yes, probably right.

These things usually are.

Thank you.

(birds chirping)

(latch clicking)

(door bangs)

Hello, Cully.

- Flowers for Mum?

I'll put them in a vase or something.

Here.

- Thank you.

(ominous music)

(water burbling)

♪ When the twelve month and one day ♪

♪ Was past ♪
(gentle music)

♪ The dead began to speak ♪

♪ Oh, who sits weeping on my grave ♪

♪ And will not let me sleep ♪
- Oh, please Dad.

Not more of Mum's boring music.

♪ And will not let me sleep ♪

- The lyrics, Cully, to this song.

♪ Cold blows the wind to my true love ♪

- Very strange, aren't they?

They're kind of a warning.
- Of what?

- That too much grieving
will disturb the dead.

And after the last couple of
days, I'm inclined to agree.

And the wreathes, flowers,
and memorial stones,

what do they do?

(sombre music)

They keep grief alive.

Where is your mum?

- No idea, I let myself in.

Thought you might know.
- No.

(gentle music)

- Wait a minute, it's Friday.

- [Tom] What's special about Friday?

- (scoffs) It's gone.

- What's gone?

- The brochure, for the
March Magna ghost walk.

(cash register beeping)

- Dad?

Where's Liam?

- Uh, no idea love, why?

- Oh, I haven't seen him
since that policeman was here.

(cellphone beeping)

- Jones?

(ominous music)

- [Liam] Sarah?

(water burbling)

(Sarah sighs)

(lively music)

- There's a good boy.

(water splashing)

(Sarah sighs)

(suspenseful music)

(lantern rattles)

- Jeffrey!

- Alice, what are you doing
there hiding in the shadows?

- I need to talk to you.

- Oh, not now, sweetie, gotta rush.

- Oh, but what about us?
- Hm?

- Well, what happens now between us?

- Well, um, could we, uh,

could we perhaps talk
about this some other time?

(Alice gasps)

(Alice sighs)

- All right, time to go.

Open the door, then.

(door bangs)

(patrons muttering)

- Any of you locals fancy
joining tonight's ghost walk?

- (sighs) No thanks.
(patrons murmuring)

- [Man] Thinks he's so funny,

doesn't he??
- Yeah, I think he does.

- You don't know what you're missing.

(patrons muttering)

A large scotch and a smile please, Mary.

If you can manage both.

(Johnny coughing)

I suppose you all know tonight's tour

is through the old hospital.

I've also been making
plans for the future.

I was thinking of holding
the next JB Ghost Experience

in this pub.

- It's not haunted.

- I know, but it is weird.

And my involvement

could bring in much
needed business for you.

- We don't need your help.

- Mm, I could lead my customers
through here, up the stairs,

through the upstairs rooms,

and it won't matter if
you're shagging Mary

in bed.
(patrons gasping)

Might make it even more weird.
- Right, that's it!

(Jeffrey laughs)

Get out, I've had enough!

(patrons murmuring)
Get out!

Go!
- Good riddance.

- You are barred for life.

(Johnny coughing)

- Really?

Oh, and Johnny, you must do
something about that cough.

Like, die.

(patrons gasping)

(door bangs)

- [Woman] Oh, no.

(dog barking)

- Jeff!

Have you seen Ian?

- Yes, he's in the pub.

- Well, be careful, he's been watching us.

- What's that bastard done to you?

- Just, um, be careful, will you?

(door squeaking)

(ominous music)

I have to go.

(footsteps clacking)

(suspenseful music)

- We've come to the end of Chain Walk.

Which is haunted by the ghost of Lucy Law,

who hung herself from this tree,

mourning the loss of her
lover who never returned

from the Crimean War.

Her ghost can be seen on
Saint Valentine's night.

- Come on.

(glass clinking)

It's about time someone
livened up these ghost walks.

(glass clinking)

(suspenseful music)

- Liam.
- Sh!

I heard something.

- Heard what?

- I don't know, footsteps?

- (tuts) Well, I didn't
hear anything, come on.

- The Saint Fidelis Hospital
is an unlucky place,

and well past its prime.

So, once inside, I would ask
you all to stay close to me,

for safety reasons,

and for whatever else may occur.

(group murmurs)

- Oh, look, oh, that's perfect.

Yeah.
(floorboard creaks)

Oh, that will do.

Oh, for goodness sake, Liam.

Liam?

Ah, come back here.

Liam?

(sighs) You sod.

(footsteps thumping)

- That's the ward
remaining by the patients.

Where the grand belong.

Picture, if you will,

this building in days gone by.

- I had a look at the parish records, sir.

It makes interesting reading.

- Hey, you two, have
you arrested my brother?

- And why would we do that, Miss Peach?

- And here, rising above us,

is the staircase of the damned.

Follow me.

(suspenseful music)

(stair cracking)
- Oh!

- Be careful.
- Thank you.

- Please, wait here.

Perhaps, we can hear the
rustle of long skirts,

and starched aprons,

the rattle of enamel cans, and pans,

the chink of medicine bottles.

And always the groans,

the sad cries,

and the telltale cough of the dying.

(Sarah groaning)

(group gasping)

(group screaming)

(Sarah moaning)

(door bangs)

(Jeffrey grunts)

(group shrieks)

(Jeffrey screaming)

(all screaming)

(group muttering)

- [Tom] Joyce.

(group murmuring)

- I didn't mean for this
to happen, I really didn't.

- Give me that.
- I didn't--

- Jones, get these people out of here.

- Okay, everyone, this way, follow me.

(group muttering)

Come, come, come.

(door bangs)

- Liam?

(suspenseful music)

- I can't get any sense out of Liam.

- Where is he?
- Well, he came home,

but he's hiding.

He's around here somewhere.

Look, please don't frighten
him any more than you have to.

He's scared enough already.

- It's all right, he's not
the one we've come to see.

Adam Peach.

We've just been talking to your daughter,

and Jessica is very
worried about her brother.

And we can understand
her concerns very well.

Because that young man

witnessed a terrible event tonight.

He saw his father kill a man.

And that will be with him forever.

Is that your wife?

- [Ben] She's beautiful.

- Gerald Ebbs, he also
had someone to mourn.

- No, he had no one.

There was no one for him.

- Yes, I agree, he was a sad, lonely man.

Yet in a strange way,

he found a way to deal
with his loneliness.

He got himself a companion,

a girl who died 130 years ago.

And he also had the local
cemetery to grieve in,

all to himself.

- He had no right.

He didn't belong in the village.

- Yes, I understand you,

whereas your wife?

- She was born here.

Our family have lived in
March Magna for generations.

- And yet you had to travel all
the way to Causton cemetery,

halfway across the county,
to visit her grave.

I know Causton cemetery,
big ugly, noisy place.

Right up against the ringway there.

Not a place to leave your loved ones, eh?

Not fair, Mr. Peach, is it?

Not fair at all.

I mean, Gerald Ebbs' girl,

she was complete a
stranger to the village.

And yet you still tried to
put things right, didn't you?

- Mr. Peach, three years ago

you made two applications
to the parish council

for your wife to be buried in March Magna.

On both occasions, you asked
for a special concession,

because of your family's
long standing in the village.

But on both occasions,

someone managed to have
your request turned down,

by insisting there were no burial plots,

and the site was of historical importance.

- And that someone was Gerald Ebbs,

the parish clerk.
(suspenseful music)

He really put a stop to
things for you, didn't he?

And that, Mr. Peach, that
is why you killed him.

(ominous music)

You must have been so hurt,

so angry when you saw him kneeling there.

Kneeling in worship in that, um,

beautiful, peaceful place.

While denying you the
right to do the same thing.

(Gerald grunting)

(Gerald gasping)

(Gerald screaming)

(brick thuds)

I supposed you'd forgotten

that there might be other
people about that night.

They must have come as
a bit of a shock to you.

- But the spirits of long dead patients

have often been seen here.

(group murmuring)

(leaves rusting)

- (gasps) I saw something, over there.

- As a matter of fact, Jeff
Bowmaker hadn't seen you.

Hadn't seen you at all.

Yet you couldn't be absolutely
sure of that, could you?

Especially not with a
man of his character.

So Jeff Bowmaker had to die.

And the old hospital?

(ominous music)

Ideal place.

And yet this time, someone did see you.

Liam saw you.
(floorboards creaking)

Your son saw you.

- Oh, for goodness sake, Liam.

- [Adam] Liam!

- Dad?
- Sh!

- [Jeffrey] This
building, in days gone by.

- Also, I suppose you might say

that all that talk about the, uh,

the staircase being unlucky,

all that was true.

(ominous music)
- And always the groans,

the sad cries, and the telltale cough

of the dying.

(Sarah moaning)
(group screaming)

(pipe bangs)

- Dad, Dad!

(Adam screaming)

- [Liam] Dad stop, stop, please!

(Jeffrey screaming)

(group shrieking)

(Jeffrey thuds)

(Grace screaming)

- Jessica,

come in, come in, please.

(sombre music)
Jessica,

I think your father has
something to tell you.

- Dad?

- I'm sorry I made such a fool of myself.

It won't happen again.

I just had to know.

- That you were seeing things?

(Grace chuckles)

It's a sad place this, isn't it?

- [Grace] Well, most graveyards are.

- Yes, but this one in particular.

I mean, all the people
are no older than Cully,

(scoffs) and each one a stranger.

One to the other,

except for Caroline Maria Roberts.

Come on, love, home.

(ominous music)

(brakes screeching)

- Tom?

What is it?

- [Tom] Eh, nothing.

Let's go home.

(lively music)