All language subtitles for S02E07 - Wild Oats

[theme music]

[grunting]

Is it him?

That's him, all right.

[gunshot] - What the--

Come on!

Let's get out of here!

[gunshot]

[laughter]

Are you sure this is the way we came?

You're the blasted gamekeeper.

Maybe if you hadn't dropped it.

Maybe if you hadn't run.

It's only Old Agnes.

Old Agnes on [inaudible].

Come on.

Sun will be up in a minute.

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

Free and go.

The village is part of the estate.

Where's the archaeological site?

Just beyond.

Ancient Celts been murdering each other, then, sir?

WYCLIFFE: Not quite.

But it's unusual enough.

Can you drop me near the village?

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

OK, sir.

Oi.

Sleeping Beauty.

- What? - We're here.

Where?

The back of beyond, by the looks of it.

- Good morning. - Morning.

Constable Mundy.

DS Dixon.

How do you do?

- DC Potter. - Very nice to meet you.

Right.

Now, why didn't we think of that?

Hey.

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

Right. This way.

How long have you been working this site, Professor Tynk?

Only a few months.

And already we're being plagued by bloody grave robbers.

You said a-- a Miss Carrow chased them off?

Agnes. Yes.

Caught them in the act.

A 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 Carrow-- she owns

this site you're digging up?

Yep.

Gave us carte blanche when the site was discovered.

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.

Hey!

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.

Let's set up the incident room in here, Sarge.

Uh, yeah. Wherever you can find the space.

Right.

We've got Superintendent Wycliffe's bag?

- Oh, right here, sir. - Good.

Good.

Tilly?

What are you up to, my girl?

Nothing, Agnes.

What have you got there?

[gasp]

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.

I just have to get rid of somebody first.

I want you to keep out of sight till I get back.

Is it a game?

If you like.

Miss Carrow, it's Detective Inspector Lane.

May I have a word?

I've got a license for it.

I'm not here about your shotgun, Miss Carrow.

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

you saw disturbing the grave?

Never saw nobody.

Uh-- Professor Tynk said you saw two men.

One of whom you--

you recognized as Jack Choak?

She's mistaken.

It was pitch dark.

Miss Carrow, 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.

[inaudible]

Even the home secretary couldn't have kept me away.

You're not going to disappoint me, are you?

No. No, no, no.

The archaeologist was quite right.

He's certainly not ancient Celt. More 1960 than 960.

He?

Mm.

Going by the [inaudible],, I'd say so.

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

Skull is missing.

The question is was he buried without it?

Well, 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, uh-- this survived.

Looks military.

Hm.

And these seeds.

Maybe they were on his clothing.

In his pockets?

They might give you a clue as to which time of the year

he was planted.

It is a strange combination, though, isn't it?

Military buckle, seeds?

A mercenary farmer, perhaps.

Good morning.

Right. I'll be back in a minute.

All right.

The name's Agnes Carrow.

I did try to speak to her, but she gave me

the door in the face routine.

Losing your charm, Lucy?

Yeah, must be.

She's hiding something.

Apart from wanting the grave filled in again,

she identified one of the graverobbers

as Jack Choak, a local publican.

Only now she's denying it.

Do we know how long she's owned the land?

Been in the family for generations, apparently.

Professor Tynk reckons some of these ancient Celts

could be Agnes' forebears.

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 persons file, sir.

How far back should I be looking?

Franks reckons 30 years.

Think yourself lucky the computer's doing the walking,

eh? - Yeah.

OK. Thank you.

Cheers, Mundy. OK.

Thank you.

Morning.

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.

Any progress on finding the skull, Andy?

Yeah.

The, um-- the special search called.

They've already couple the first three quadrants,

but their corpse is proving a little bit difficult,

I'm afraid.

Could just be an unlawful burial, of course.

What, do you mean Agnes Carrow 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.

Ah.

Professor Tynk said that--

yes, thank you-- she said that Miss Carrow

mentioned two grave robbers.

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

It may give us a lead on why changed

her mind about what she saw.

What about this seed, sir?

There's never been an attempt to cultivate the dig side.

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 [inaudible],, surely.

Not if he was an itinerant.

Oh, 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 well tie this up in a couple of days.

You're missing Simon, are you?

Just making a observational observation, Doug.

Where is he, anyway?

Off chasing another exclusive with action

shots of prize winning leaks?

Very funny.

Doug?

Yep.

You've seen him, then?

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.

Till what time?

Well, I went up about midnight.

Left Jack down here with Bill Marrack, as usual.

Bloody hell, Jack.

What-- what if old Agnes recognized us?

Just keep your damn mouth shut here.

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've tried, dammit.

It isn't easy getting someone to recognize

the EC when they still have difficulty

accepting the tractor.

If you don't care about us, then at least

think of Hugh and Jeffrey.

This estate is their future.

What else do you think keeps me going?

That old bat?

Agnes Carrow couldn't tell a pinch

from a parsnip in broad daylight, never mine at 1:00

in the morning.

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

Yeah, well, [inaudible] 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 on in the bar with Bill Marrack.

The man you were talking to when I came in.

Now that you mention it, Bill did stay beyond that night.

Didn't leave till well after two, as I recall now.

And Mr. Marrack will corroborate that?

I doubt if Bill will remember much about anything that night.

He was pretty sauced 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?

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'll be Giles Rawle?

No, Giles is my nephew.

He runs the estate for me.

I'm Gilbert Rawle.

So how can I help you?

Well, 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--

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

Well, of course, we don't run a daily check on them.

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, but--

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.

And what about itinerant workers?

You do use them, don't you?

Of course.

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 Jeffrey Rawle, Known as Iron Fist,

at the Battle of Hastings.

One simple task.

One.

And you blew it.

It was no one's fault.

Now the police are all over the place.

Round here, talk to the coppers.

You'd be better off worrying about silly Tilly.

God's sake!

Everyone calls her that.

Not to my face, they don't.

OK, OK.

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 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're done with them.

Thank you.

What's going on, Elizabeth?

Going on?

I may be aging, my dear, but I'm not senile.

If there's a problem--

If there's a problem, Gilbert.

You really must let Giles deal with it.

[dog barking]

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 work with him.

Just trying to confirm your whereabouts night before last.

Stayed after time at the Iron Fist.

Jack and I had a session.

Session?

Sounds pretty friendly to me.

What time did you leave?

Well after two, 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,

because 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 do know who I was with.

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

Do it now, if you like.

Good.

Saves 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 archaeological 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 Carrow?

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

Shall we?

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's a warning.

They know I'll guess whose-- whose body it was.

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

On my land.

What if they identify the remains?

[knocking]

We'll keep our mouths shut, Will.

That's what we'll do.

We have to protect Tilly.

Hello there.

Have you any idea who might have

started the fire, Miss Carrow?

Vandals, I expect.

I've had me problems over the years.

Not easy for an old woman living on her own.

Didn't stop you seeing off the grave

robbers, though, did it, eh?

I said I was old and on me own.

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

So why are you so scared of Jack Choak?

Who said I was scared of that tub of lard?

Sir?

Excuse me.

Now, look-- you told Professor Tynk it was Jack Choak that you

saw, and then you denied it. Was the fire a warning?

Miss Carrow-- if someone is threatening you,

you should tell us.

Was Jack Choak at the grave?

Was Marrack the second man?

I-- I wouldn't be able to swear it.

MAN: Quite a bit of luck, sir.

The fire doesn't seem to have touched it at all.

Could use it as a vase, by the look of it.

Yeah.

It's beautiful.

Bag it up, and I'll take it.

Here you go.

No!

No!

Hey! Stop!

Stop! Come on!

You can't come in here. Come on!

No!

No!

You're OK.

You're OK.

Shh.

[crying]

Sir?

Gilbert Rawle's daughter?

Yes.

Agnes lets her use the out building as her own.

I'll get her home. She'll be fine then.

Might I have a word?

Oh, I don't think that--

I'll need a moment.

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 [inaudible].

Can you remember when?

Yesterday.

And could you show me later just--

where it was you found it?

Are you a real policeman?

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 Carrow!

If Matilda Rawle had spent the night in there,

we may well have been dealing with a fatality now.

Now, was it Jack Choak you saw disturbing that grave?

Yes.

And 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 [inaudible] 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 has had enough

of sanatoriums in her life?

I'll think about it.

You can't 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.

Must 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 was dug up.

Claims they were both in the pub, until 2:00 AM.

A confirmation of the seeds found in the grave, sir.

Wild oats?

Yeah.

Used to be a real program before these high tech chemicals

they have nowadays.

Grew up amongst the wheat and barley, choking them.

Had to be rogued out.

Pulled up 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.

And what's the latest on the belt buckle?

Our lot reckon it's US army issue.

The American Museum in Bath are having a look at it for us.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Not necessarily, Potter.

OK, let's go over 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 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 Rawle speaking.

Gilbert?

Mhm?

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 skull, and now they're dragging off Jack.

What are we going to do?

Just listen, Marrack.

Everything's in hand.

Jack won't give 'em the time of day.

Make sure you don't, either.

You must have brought quite a few into the world

in 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 that we might just be

looking at an unlawful burial.

That's possible, I 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 Carrow's out building.

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 it 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.

OK.

OK.

I had two many pints of me own ale, as the truth be told.

I let it get to me, her telling you lot I was

going around robbing graves.

She's an old gossip, Miss Agnes Carroll.

And now right in the head, if you ask me.

Where did you get petrol from?

Well, 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 cause 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 out building?

I don't need any help putting the likes

of Agnes Carrow in her place.

Detective Inspector Lane leaving the room at 1302.

Jack Choak, you've committed 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 at the skull confirms it.

He's got a hole in his head?

That's almost as obvious, inspector.

He was black.

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.

[knocking]

[inaudible], please, sir.

Nothing yet, ma'am.

Thank you both very much.

I'm sorry to have bothered you.

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?

Them 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 all 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.

Yes.

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 a honorably 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?

Mhm.

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 [inaudible],,

but 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 a few 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.

[knocking]

All right.

No need to knock the door down.

Sorry, Miss Carrow.

Just wanted a quick word.

What is it this time?

There's a couple of photographs

I'd like you to take a look at.

Anyone you recognize? AGNES: No.

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 Carrow?

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 a local ass.

He was always smiling.

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

Yeah, well, he certainly found plenty of that in [inaudible],,

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 Carrow?

Was it Tilly Rawle?

How can you think that?

Tilly worshipped 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 Carrow?

The whole damn village, that's who.

All queuing up to curry favor with the Rawles.

Everybody except you, that is.

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

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'd 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

would never be the same again.

It was a bloody imbecilic thing to do.

I was only warning her off.

Instead 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 we 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 [inaudible].

Married, with children of his own.

A son?

That puts a new light on everything, doesn't it?

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's the proof?

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

Tilly can't say, and Giles Rawle isn't going to up

and confesses, is he?

As long as they all stay silent, there's

not a hope of conviction.

That's right.

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

Our only hope is to bring one of them into 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 was positively white.

He's on the edge.

[crack]

Lord save us, Bill!

What are you doing creeping, creeping about out 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, game was up.

Criminal damage.

That's all they've got.

Nothing else, Billy boy.

Bugger all.

Mr. Marrack?

Whoa!

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 go on arresting the man!

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

Well, can't-- can't we do it here?

- Won't take long. - I'll take that, thank you.

Come on.

It's no matter.

And this is not formal identification.

Just want to see what reaction we get, OK?

Sir?

God-- no.

It-- it can't be.

I never killed that boy.

I never laid a finger on him.

Mr. Marrack, I must caution you that--

As God as 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 Carrow's.

That's where she'll be.

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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 the solicitor.

Giles Jeffrey 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 later rely on court.

Anything you do say will--

Where is he, Mrs. Rawle?

Isn't my husband enough?

He's at St. Patrick'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 just lay up in the wheat felt, near her farm.

He was coming back with Tilly, and we cornered him.

That was it, then.

By old Tilly-- well, 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.

I've arrested your nephew, Giles,

for the murder of Joshua Perry.

The locals call this place St. Patrick'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.

Matila Rawle was pregnant with Joshua Perry's on.

So that was not just an American,

but an ethnic African that 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 are not guardians of our history?

Of our culture?

Giles we 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.

Gilbert Jeffrey 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.

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