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♪ Heaven's morning breaks ♪

♪ And earth's vain
shadows flee ♪

♪ In life and death, O Lord ♪

♪ Abide with me ♪

In the regrettable absence
of my older brother Lucian,

it falls to me to
say a few words

about our dear late father,
Henry Ignatius Shirewell,

a man who will be much
missed by those who knew him,

and whose last whose
last...

whose last, difficult
months were made comfortable

by the devoted care
of my sister, Ursula.

Carry on.

United in... in heaven

for all eternity with our
dear mother, Clarissa,

his one true love,
lost too soon.

You were always such a
brilliant liar, Francis.

Better late than never.

Make sure he's actually dead.

It's not too late to
make your peace, Lucian.

May you rot in Hell!

Mummy's going to
make me this. Is

Is she now?

What about you, Paddy?

Do you want a
lovely costume, too?

Thanks a lot. Right, I
think that's all I need.

You can go watch some
TV before dinner.

What's all this in aid of?

Oh, Betty's class are
having an Elizabethan day.

They've got to go in costume.

A serving girl's outfit might
be more straightforward.

That's what I said,

but she's set her heart
on Good Queen Bess.

It's all very admirable,

but I see one tiny
flaw in your plan.

You can't sew.

Well, I've always
liked a challenge.

That's why I marriedyou.

No, no, for God's
sake, Ursula, have one.

It'll calm your nerves.

No!

This meeting is for family only.

We made that perfectly clear.

Um, she's not family.

As good as.
Everything's ready.

Shall we?

After you, dear brother.

I do apologize for my
family's appalling rudeness.

I can assure you, it
will never happen again.

I'm going to enjoy
living here.

You do know we still
sleep together?

Lucian's a free spirit.

And you're just a
fleeting amusement.

Well, circumstances
alter cases, so...

Oh, no wine for me.

I suggest you go easy
on the hard stuff.

Don't want to say anything
else you'll regret.

You know regret, Frankie.

Don't call me that,
and please sit down.

Well, I would, but
you're in my place.

You've been all your life.

I think we should make a start.

Please.

Oh, thank you.

You should have
been there, Gideon.

I've never been a hypocrite.
I'm not going to start now.

Tenants of the estate are
expected to pay their respects.

Got none to pay.

Do you think old man Shirewell
would have come to my funeral?

Where's Caleb? We
got fencing to do.

No idea. He wasn't
at the funeral.

You all thought you could
prevent me from inheriting,

but I'm afraid the little
plan you cooked up with father

isn't legally binding.

Well, the trust was set
up by you, Mr. Inkerman,

and it was agreed I would
run the estate in perpetuity.

My father signed
the document in front of you.

On the understanding that
this was agreed by you all.

This letter of wishes
confirms my right

to inherit the whole shebang
unless I choose to decline,

which, of course, I won't.

In simple terms,

the traditional
order of inheritance

cannot be altered without
the consent of all trustees.

And now Stourwick is mine
to do with as I see fit,

I've made a decision.

The Shirewells'
tenure ends with me.

What does that mean exactly?

Well, it means the
estate will become home

to a free-thinking artists'
community.

Long Cross Farm will be
converted into a solar park.

But the Blundells have
farmed here for generations.

Oh, it's not just them, Ursula.

The dower house will
be an artist's retreat

and the chapel will be
converted into a gallery

and shrine for my work.

You can't do that.
It's consecrated.

Well, I'll deconsecrate it.

Don't worry.

There's still a
chapel in Toulouse.

That's where you'll be
moving to, by the way.

And Francis and Davina,

you'll be moving to
the flat in Marylebone.

And how am I to manage
the estate from there?

Oh, sorry. Didn't I tell you?

You don't work here anymore,

so you won't be
managing anything.

What's that?

Your eviction notice.

What?

So the yurt
and totem poles

were just the start
of his desecration.

What are you going
to do about it?

It seems our hands are tied.

Your father wanted you to be
the guardian of his legacy.

We have to find a way
of making that happen.

Hmm?

Lucian?

Double espresso. You look
like you could do with it.

Thank you, sir.

Phone's been
ringing all morning.

Anything I should know about?

Ah, I've had a call about
the late Henry Shirewell.

I read his obituary.
Wasn't he buried yesterday?

Yeah, he was, but his family
now suspect foul play.

A doctor must have signed
the death certificate.

Yeah, he did.

His GP, and in it, he states
he died of natural causes.

So what's this
got to do with us?

Well, a document has
since been discovered,

allegedly written
by Henry Shirewell,

in which he claims that his
life is in imminent danger.

This prompted his family to
request further investigation,

which has now been authorized.

What do we know about them?

The Shirewells are a
prominent local family.

They've lived on
the Stourwick Estate

since the 16th century.

Henry Shirewell's
wife, Clarissa,

had a history of mental
instability and alcoholism

and died after a tragic fall.

When was this?

Nearly 40 years ago.

Well, what do we know about
the Shirewell children?

Two sons and a daughter who
both still live on the estate,

and the eldest son,
Lucian Shirewell,

is an acclaimed ceramicist.

His work is controversial,
but highly regarded.

Not exactly Clarice
Cliff, is he?

No. No, I guess not.

Yeah, it's really important
that we speak to him.

I appreciate that. Thanks.

Henry Shirewell's doctor

is out at surgery at the moment,

but they're trying
to track him down.

Good.

We need to know if he might
have missed something.

Inspector Barnaby?

Ursula Shirewell.

Thank you so much for coming.

Please, follow me.

When did you find this
note? Ms. Shirewell?

After the funeral.

It was the first time I was able
to face going into his room.

Where was it?

Inside his bedside table.

How was your
father's mental state

in the days before he died?

Better than it had been in ages.

He seemed to have more
energy than usual.

We had hope he'd rally.

Which is why I allowed
Lucian to see him.

Was that unusual?

Sadly, yes.

They'd been estranged
for many years.

And Ursula was easily taken in.

I wanted to give them time alone

in the hope of some
kind of reconciliation.

But when she went back to
give him his medication,

Lucian is gone,
our father is dead.

It's not rocket science.

So why wait until now
to raise your concerns?

Because there was no evidence.

But the note changes everything.

Ah, DCI Barnaby, Causton police.

And you are?

Caleb Blundell. I help
Lucian out sometimes.

And where might I find him?

Thank you.

DCI Barnaby, Causton Police.

Drink?

I'm guessing they told
you I killed my father?

And did you?

Wanted him dead as long
as I can remember...

but no, I did not
have that pleasure.

Your sister has said that you
and your father were estranged.

May I ask why?

He destroyed my mother's life
and set out to destroy mine.

I had to cut him out
in order to survive.

So what made you go and
see him on the day he died?

I needed to tell him
how much I despised him

before it was too late.

You seem very calm,

considering your siblings
are accusing you of murder.

They conspired with our father

to deprive me of my birthright.

Accusing me of patricide
is the logical next step.

What do you mean?

Their attempt to disinherit
me from Stourwick failed.

Turns out they can't do that
legally without my permission.

But if I was serving a
life sentence for murder,

then they would get
what they wanted.

But they'll never
be able to prove it,

because it's not true.

Henry Shirewell's doctor
finally got back to me.

In his opinion, there's
no evidence of foul play.

Ursula Shirewell was
alarmed when she found

that his pillows and
bedding were in disarray,

but apparently, a patient
can experience a sudden surge

of energy just before they die,
which would seem remarkable

if they've been
immobile for some time.

Lucian Shirewell
denies any involvement.

He claims he's being
set up by his siblings

to stop him inheriting...
their word against his.

There is someone
outside of the family

that helps out at
the house part time,

and they were working
the day that he died...

a Sorrel Watkins.

Let's talk to her.

You've not messaged me.

I just need to know
that you've got my back.

Why should I when
you don't have mine?

There've always
been other women.

You know the deal.

Jordana seems to think that
she's moving into the house,

that you're going
to be a family.

Well, that's never
going to happen.

Look, you've got the cottage
because I need you close to me.

I always will, no matter
who is in my life.

I've come too far to
give up on you now.

What do the police want?

I've answered too many
questions for one day.

Looking for a Sorrel Watkins.

Her mother said
she might be here.

Yeah, in the snug,
just through there.

Thanks.

We need to ask you
a few questions

about Henry Shirewell.

I just help out
with the cleaning.

I had nothing to
do with his care.

Well, he left a note
intended to be discovered

after his death.

In it, he suggests that he
feared someone meant him harm.

Did he talk to you about that?

Or maybe you saw him writing?

Erm, you're absolutely
sure he wrote it?

Why do you ask?

Well, he just didn't
seem capable to me.

After the funeral, Ms.
Shirewell asked me to stay on.

She wanted help cleaning
her father's rooms.

I started in the bathroom
en suite to his bedroom

and heard someone come in.

Did you see who it was?

Davina Shirewell.

The door wasn't quite closed.

What was she doing there?

She got something out of her bag

and put it in the
bedside drawer.

Did you see what it was?

It looked like a letter, but
it wasn't my place to check.

Are you sure about that?

I keep notes when anything
interesting happens.

Any particular reason?

I want to be a writer one day.

If I don't take
notes, I forget stuff.

Look, there it is.

Let me stay in the studio,
you know, just for one night.

Please, I really, really
don't feel safe here.

Well, maybe it's time
you found somewhere else.

I need you to
protect me, Lucian.

From what?

A dead bird, a
papier maché doll?

Someone's playing games.

What if they're not?

Please, Lucian.

You said that you loved me,

that it felt
different this time.

I say a lot of things. I
never made you any promises.

What if I were pregnant?

I wouldn't want to
inflict the life I've had

on another generation.

No. It ends with me.

Well...

maybe it's too late for that.

Yeah.

I don't believe this!

I told
you I don't want a child!

You'll change your mind!

How could you be so
stupid?

Wait, wait, wait!

Yes, I wrote the note,
and I don't regret it.

Even if you got the result
you wanted by deception?

The offense was real.

I was just speeding
things up a little.

What you believe is of no
consequence without evidence.

Well, then we must
exhume the body.

That would require a
coroner's instruction.

As yet, we have no
grounds. So that's it?

You've already wasted enough
of our time, Mrs. Shirewell.

But...

Why on earth didn't you
tell me what you were up to?

Because you'd have stopped me.

What did the police want?

Turns out the note was
not written by our father,

but by my wife.

Someone had to do something.

All you've done is draw
negative attention our way.

Then what do you suggest?
We're running out of time.

We appeal the will
on the grounds

that Lucian is mentally
unstable, paranoid,

delusional, like our mother,
and therefore unfit to inherit.

But we have to do
it by the book.

So the family think the
old man was murdered?

Oh, they didn't say, but
they must be suspicious.

Which makes Lucian
prime suspect.

He never hid how much
he hated his old man,

but he'd never do
anything like that.

Well, you can't
know that for sure.

And what are you even
doing here, anyway?

I thought you were going
to tell them tonight.

I was, but...

I'm a coward. I couldn't
face hurting them.

You're hurting
them more by lying.

Your mum keeps asking
me what's wrong.

"You're his best
mate You must know."

And I do,

but it's got to come from you.

Go home, Caleb. Tell them now.

Hello?

Who's there?

Boss is here.

What have we got?
Victim's Jordana Linsbury,

Lucian Shirewell's latest muse.

Who found her?

Gardener on his way to work,

alerted Francis Shirewell.

He called us just after 8 a.m.

What are you thinking, Fleur?

Tragic accident or
something more sinister?

It looks like she tried

to pull herself up on
one of the guy ropes

supporting the totem pole.

It came away and the pole fell,
striking her right temple.

What time did she die?

Somewhere between
11 p.m. and 2 a.m.

But I'm not sure
that's what killed her.

Then what?

The victim displays signs of
carbon monoxide poisoning.

Cherry red lips,
peripheral cyanosis,

retinal hemorrhages.

A tox report should
give us some answers.

Oh, and this was on a
table beside the bed.

Check out the yurt.

If it is carbon
monoxide poisoning,

we need to find the source.

Sir.

What can I do for
you, Mr. Shirewell?

Well, Lucian and Jordana had
a row yesterday afternoon.

Thought you should know.

What was it about?

Well, it was too far
away to really hear,

but he left in a fury
a few minutes later.

What time was this?
Just after 1:00.

I didn't really know the girl,
but I still feel sorry for her.

Why is that?

Well, they all think

they're going to be
the one to change him.

Of course, it invariably
ends like this.

Well, not quite like
this, obviously.

And you think their
argument had something to do

with her death?

The man's a psycho...
borderline lunatic.

Not his fault, I suppose.

Insanity runs in the family
on our mother's side.

But if there's one thing
he does care about,

it's his own personal freedom,

and he will do anything...
and I mean anything...

to protect it.

When bad things happen,
work is my only salvation.

My mother taught me of
the joy of creativity,

its power to take you from
the darkness into the light.

But Jordana's
accident is something

I can never come to terms with.

We think it could
have been murder.

Why?

We thought maybe you
could help us with that.

My family didn't like
her living in the yard,

and they can be pretty extreme,

but murder?

Even they have their limits.

Did she have any other enemies?

Sadie saw her as a rival,

my former assistant and
lover of over 20 years.

So Miss Linsbury was
just one of your lovers?

I don't believe in
monogamy, Inspector,

but that doesn't diminish
the love I have for Sadie.

She just has difficulty

controlling her
jealousy at times.

Maybe she had good reason.

Did Sadie know that Ms.
Linsbury was pregnant?

I've never wanted
children, Inspector,

and I told her I never would.

A baby would be a problem

to anyone who values personal
freedom above all else.

Where were you last night
between 11:00 and 2:00 a.m.,

Mr. Shirewell?

I was at the inn with
Sadie. She works there.

She knows I keep
irregular hours,

and she's not averse
to bending the rules.

You can check with
her if you like.

I will. Thank you
for your time.

This is an odd one, sir.

Forensics reckon that
the stove in the yurt

hasn't been used for months,

so there's no obvious source
of the carbon monoxide.

Well, let's keep
looking. Anything else?

Tech pulled these images
from Ms. Linsbury's phone.

More macabre artwork? Or
a warning of some kind?

Well, she told Ursula
Shirewell that she felt unsafe,

that she thought someone
was stalking her.

But why didn't she
call the police?

Apparently, Lucian
Shirewell told her not to.

He said it was just
someone playing games

and named Sadie Rowcroft
as chief suspect.

Anything to back that up?

Caleb Blundell claims
he saw Ms. Rowcroft

close to the scene
at about 11:20 p.m.

He lives at the farm and
works part time for Lucian.

Well, that fits the time frame,

but he didn't see
Ms. Linsbury's body.

Apparently not.

Lucian didn't deny that
he and Ms. Linsbury

had argued earlier in the day.

He's adamant he never
wanted children.

Ms. Linsbury wasn't
happy about it,

which chimes with Francis
Shirewell's statement.

Well, perhaps Ms.
Rowcroft feared

that he'd change his mind
once the baby was born

and cut her out of
his life forever.

Never underestimate
the destructive power

of jealousy, Winter.

Oh.

Fleur's got the
autopsy report...

says that it makes
interesting reading.

Okay, let's head
over to the lab,

and then you can pay a
visit to Sadie Rowcroft.

This case takes me
right back to Pablo.

Peruvian potter with
the hands of a god,

immortalized my
breasts in porcelain,

sold them to a Saudi
prince for a small fortune.

Truly magnificent. I
think you'll agree.

You said you had
an update for us?

The victim's blood
contains high levels

of both carbon monoxide
and hydrogen fluoride,

a gas produced when
certain clays and glazes

are fired in a kiln.

Lucian Shirewell said there
was a firing last night.

We need to know
what was in there.

Carbon monoxide starves
the body of oxygen.

At high enough concentrations,
the victim suffocates.

She managed to make it outside.

By which time, the damage
had already been done.

Before she died,
she'd have experienced

weakness, dizziness,
disorientation,

so I stick with my
earlier assumption.

In a state of confusion,
she crawled out of the yurt,

destabilized the totem pole in
an effort to get to her feet,

and then it was,
"Goodnight, Vienna."

Sadie Rowcroft was

Lucian's studio assistant
back in the day,

so she'd be aware of the toxic
gases produced in a kiln.

How were they
delivered to the yurt?

Don't ask me. That's your job.

But there is one more thing.

Jordana Lansbury
wasn't pregnant.

In fact, her medical notes

reveal she had a condition
that made her infertile.

She faked the pregnancy
test with a felt tip pen.

And you wanted me
to pay my respects?

What respect are
they showing us, eh?

Throwing us off our farm.

This farm isn't
just our livelihood,

it's our home!

I was born on this farm.

My father was born on this
farm, and his father before him.

And what about Caleb?
It's his birthright!

What choice do we have?

There's always a choice.

This is an interesting color.

Is it?

Someone left a dead
raven outside the yurt.

Its feet were bound with
twine identical to this.

It was also tied around
the neck of an effigy

made in the image
of Ms. Linsbury.

So? You can buy
that anywhere. Hmm.

Lucian Shirewell said that you
were jealous of Ms. Linsbury,

that he suspects you of
wanting to cause her harm.

Lucian thinks I killed her?

Our witness insists that they
saw you close to the yurt

around the estimated time
of Ms. Linsbury's death.

Were they mistaken,
Ms. Rowcroft?

Jordana said she was going
to have Lucian's child.

I didn't want that to happen.

I believe in the
power of the universe,

the dark and the light.

So you decided to invoke
the power of the dark

to end her pregnancy?

I needed to see
Jordana face to face.

It was the only way
to make things right.

But when I got there,
she was already dead.

I panicked. I ran and tripped.

There was a hose
across the path.

I nearly broke my wrist.

Francis says this
is all down to you.

Well, for once, he's not lying.

The world is changing, Gideon.
Renewable energy is the future.

We're not leaving.
You can't do this!

You'll be well compensated.

Nothing could compensate us
for losing our family home,

not to mention 200
years of history.

And what am I supposed
to say to Caleb?

He's expected to
take over Long Cross

since the day he was born.

I don't want it, Dad.

Sorry, Dad.

Lucian's been letting me
help out for a while now,

and it's... it's
where I feel happy.

I know I belong.

I've never felt that
way about farming.

Caleb's a very
talented young man.

I've asked him to be
my studio assistant.

So you're not just
taking my farm,

you're taking my son and all.

Over my dead body.

Have you no respect?

Jordana's only been
dead a few hours.

She'd want me to carry on.

She couldn't wait to give

this anachronistic
monstrosity a facelift.

A facelift? This
is desecration.

Hey, careful.

Like it or not, my work
is highly sought-after.

What have you ever done for
this family except leech off it?

Who on earth are
all those people?

Oh, didn't I tell you?

I invited the local community
for an open afternoon.

I thought it was only fair after
shutting them out for 500 years.

You need to get rid of them now.

Something like this
requires planning...

security, at the very least.

Not your problem.

Haven't you got
some packing to do?

You ought to
be ashamed of yourself.

Not the chapel, please, Lucian.

Ms. Rowcroft said that she
tripped on a hose in the path.

Maybe that's how the
gas was delivered.

Get uniform to conduct
another search.

Is that Sarah and Betty?

Daddy! Hello.

What are you doing here?

It was an alert from
The History Society

about an open afternoon.

Stourwick is the perfect
example of an Elizabethan house,

so I thought Betty
should see it.

We're, erm, investigating

rather a serious
incident in the grounds,

so I'd rather you took her home.

Sir, the scene is out here,
and it's fully secured.

If it's just the house, then
I can keep an eye on her.

We'll have a quick look?

Please, John? She's dying
to see the priest hole.

We might not get another chance.

Okay, but I'm coming with you.

It's all gone.

Crucifix, chalice,
pattern, ciborium.

Was the chapel open?

Lucian agreed it
would be kept locked,

but when I came down
for afternoon prayer,

the door had been forced.

Did you see anyone? No.

Where does that lead?

Upstairs, but it's bolted
from the other side.

There are no other exits? No.

They must have gone straight
out into the grounds.

DS Winter, I need backup.

So the priest would hide in
that tiny space for days,

sometimes weeks at a time.

Some of them died of
starvation or lack of oxygen.

What about cramp?

There have always been
rumors of another priest hole

somewhere in the house,
but it's never been found.

And there's a ghost
who wanders the attic,

clanking their chains.

Whoa.

Can we try and find them?

Yeah.

Excuse me, sir?

There's been a
break-in at the chapel.

You're gonna have to leave now.

If everyone could make
their way outside,

ladies and gentlemen, thank you.

Do they know what was
taken? Religious artifacts.

They've been in the
family for centuries.

Ms. Shirewell's devastated.

God, they'll be worth a fortune.

Have you called for backup?

It's on its way now.

Betty, we need to leave now.

Bet... Betty?

Betty?

Betty?

Betty?

Betty?

Shut up!

Sniveling.

Beginning to grate.

I'm sorry, Francis, but
those sacred objects

haven't left the chapel
since it was built.

They're irreplaceable.

We all know who's to blame.

Ah, here he is, the
hero of the hour.

I told you we needed security.

I'm not interested in
scoring points, Francis.

I just need the keys
to the estate office.

Why?

The police need to look at
the house insurance inventory.

Alright, I'll...
I'll handle that.

You're utterly clueless

when it comes to
running the estate.

Keys.

I'll see if the
police... Sit down!

God's sake.

But I might be able to help.

The police have got a job to do.

They don't need
you wittering on.

Just let her go, Francis.

We've got to do something.

Betty?

Betty?

Betty!

She must be here somewhere.

But what if she's not?

Has she still got your phone?

Yes.

Betty? Betty!

Oh, God.

Oh, darling, come here.

I wanted
to find the ghost.

It's okay. No harm done.

I found the inventory
in Father's desk.

The valuable items
have already been sold.

Did you know
anything about this?

No. You must have
got it wrong.

I need the password
to the computer.

Sarah has taken Betty home.

Gave us quite a scare.

All's well that ends well, sir.

What's the latest on the theft?

No witnesses have come forward,

and the visitor search
gave us nothing.

The house was full of people.

Someone must have
seen something.

Why don't you get off, sir?

The silver collection
and the Hunt tapestry

have the highest value, so
let's get these out first.

I'll bring the car around.

Erm, Francis.

Francis? What?

So this is where
you keep your stash.

This estate requires a
huge amount of money.

If it doesn't go through
the books, we avoid tax.

The money doesn't go into
the estate's account.

It goes straight into yours.

Yes, I can explain.

I also found the file
of so-called evidence

you're planning to use to prove

that I'm unfit to inherit
on grounds of insanity

so you can get what you
want, like you always have.

Well, I'd rather kill
you than let that happen.

All that sanctimonious lecturing
about me destroying Stourwick,

and you're planning to sell it
the minute you win your case.

I found those files
on the computer.

If I am mad, I can't be held
responsible for my actions.

Don't think this is
the end of it, Frankie.

I'll show you what real
madness looks like.

You said you had
everything covered.

How was I to know Ursula
would give him the password?

Because you didn't know
we had anything to hide?

You're even more
stupid than I thought.

If he goes to the
police, we're finished.

Or maybe we already are.

Betty doesn't want to talk
about it, but she seems fine.

That was quite a
fright she gave us.

Yeah, I think she was even
more scared than we were.

At least she won't run
off again in a hurry.

Cheers to that.

Mm.

How are you getting
on with the costume?

It's not long to go now
until the Elizabethan Day.

Yeah, really well, actually,

I think you'll be surprised.

Francis, darling?

Francis?

Not a pretty sight, gentlemen,

but better than it was.

We found this plunged

into his eye with such force,
it fractured his skull.

I saw Lucian using a
similar tool in his studio.

So what was the
actual cause of death?

It's not entirely
straightforward,

but looking at the
lesion across his throat,

I'd say someone's surprised him
from behind and garroted him

with a medium-gauge wire,

such as one would use
in cheese or clay.

Mm.

The victim lost consciousness,

giving the perpetrator time
to pose him at the table,

place the ceramic face over his,

and plunge the blade
into his brain.

Classic Gothic horror.

Sir Francis Shirewell's death
was carefully staged. Why?

Some kind of punishment?

It's a pretty
humiliating way to go.

Who found the body?

His wife. She's
waiting for us.

Of course it's Lucian.

Do you have any evidence
of that, Mrs. Shirewell?

He threatened Francis
in the cellars...

became very aggressive.

It was clear he
meant to do him harm.

Were there any other
witnesses to this?

Sadly, no.

I... I was there too.

Were you? You
were spying on us?

I heard voices in the cellar.

I came down to see
what was going on.

And?

When Francis and Lucian fight,
it can get very intense.

I was too much of a
coward to reveal myself.

What were they fighting about?

Lucian found out that Francis
was going to appeal the will

on the grounds of Lucian's
mental instability.

His behavior was
to bear this out.

In what way?

He threatened Francis
physically, then let him go,

but he said this
wasn't the end of it...

that he'd show him what
true madness looked like.

Lucian murdered his father

then poor Jordana,
and now Francis.

Well, you better watch
your back, Ursula.

He'll be coming for you next.

There's been a development, sir.

Uniform checked out this area.

The hose wasn't visible until
the water level dropped.

Looks like you're
wrangling a giant eel.

Makes a change from
wrangling the deceased.

Glad we're keeping
you on your toes.

Those must weigh a ton.

You'd need a transport

to get them this
far from the scene.

We found distinctive
tire marks by the weir.

Excellent disposal
point, one would think.

The river was in
spate that night

due to recent heavy rainfall.

So what happened?

Got snagged in this tree
only 200 meters downstream.

Terrific bad luck.

What are the chances of
recovering any DNA evidence?

Slim to zero.

DNA and water aren't
the best of friends,

but we'll give it a go.

You're going to have to let
Caleb decide this for himself.

And let him regret it
for the rest of his life?

He's obsessed with that
lunatic, same as you were.

That was a long time ago.

I have had nothing
to do with him since.

Yeah, don't stop you
taking sides with him now,

though, does it?

'Cause part of you's
still in love with him.

You're certainly
not in love with me.

Caleb is not a child.

He is a man of 19 with
a mind of his own.

It is his future, not ours.

I had to do what
was expected of me

for the good of this
family, and so will he.

Where were you last night?

Walking. Where?

I don't remember.

Ms. Shirewell?

I was told I might
find you here.

I always find peace here,
even at this time of year.

Not quite sure how
I'll manage without it.

How can I help you, DS Winter?

I was just wondering where you
keep your garden machinery...

lawnmowers, trolleys,
that kind of thing?

In the old stable behind
the greenhouses there.

Is it locked?

There was no need to lock
anything until yesterday.

If you need anything
else, I'll be here.

Thanks.

I've never been a
hypocrite, Inspector.

I hated my brother quite openly.

Both your sister and
sister-in-law claim

you attacked him
hours before he died,

warned him there'd
be more to come.

Completely true and
entirely justified.

I found out that
my brother had been

selling the family heirlooms

to a dealer in London and
pocketing the cash himself.

But they didn't tell
you that, did they?

No, they didn't.

Or that they were
planning to disinherit me

on the grounds of me
being a basket case?

Not because they love Stourwick,

but because they want to sell
it once they regain control.

How did that make you feel?

Enraged, but not surprised.

Where were you yesterday evening

between 9 p.m. and
11:00, Mr. Shirewell?

I was here in the
studio with Caleb.

So you see, Inspector Barnaby,
it couldn't have been me.

Hi, can I have an orange
juice and a lemonade, please?

Okay. Thanks.

Not working today then?

The police charged me with
stalking and harassment.

Oh, and that's not all.

Lucian is chucking me
out of the cottage.

20 years of love and loyalty.

What have I got to show for it?

I'm so sorry,
Sadie. I really am.

Yeah, I'll get my own back.

Don't worry about that.

Here you are.

Thanks.

Yeah, that's right, Inspector.

I came in around 8:00,

And...

And then we both worked
until the morning.

Sure.

Caleb?

I suppose Dad sent you?

He doesn't even know I'm here.

I... I just wanted you to
know that I understand.

You have to be true
to yourself, Caleb.

I wasn't when I was
your age, and...

I've regretted it ever since.

Oh...

We found a motorized
trailer that's a match

for the tire prints
down at the weir.

Forensics are
checking it out now,

but it looks like it's
been power washed.

We might get lucky. Mm.

And uniform found a
hose connector screwed

into the external outlet of
the kiln ventilation unit.

They've confirmed that
it's identical to those

joining the lengths of hose
that washed up on the shore.

So Fleur's hunch was right.

The toxic gases that
killed Jordana Linsbury

came from the kiln.

Anything else?

The finance checks came
back on Francis and Davina.

There are large,
regular deposits

into their joint account
from a London dealer,

and the amounts
correspond to the value

of the items missing
from the house.

It adds up to over £1 million.

Which Davina would
inherit, giving her motive,

and she has no alibi.

Is she capable of killing him

in such an extreme
and violent way?

They plotted together to
frame Lucian as a madman.

If she did kill her husband,
it would make sense to stage it

as if it had been executed

by a psychopath to
implicate Lucian.

Which would tie in with how
easily these were discovered

by uniform...
ceramic wire cutters

found in the shrubbery

underneath the
dining room window.

And you were right
about this, sir.

The object in his eye is
a ceramic hole cutter.

Lucian confirmed that these
and the ceramic wire cutters

are missing from his studio.

Is there any evidence to
link him to the scene?

Not as yet, and his
alibi checks out.

Should we bring him in?

First we need to talk
to Davina Shirewell.

It's called stealing,
Mrs. Shirewell.

Francis worked like a slave
for his father for nothing.

Everyone thinks people like
us are dripping in money,

but the truth is, we're
poor as church mice.

Any spare money had to
go back in the estate.

Apart from the regular
and significant amounts

transferred into the
joint account you shared

with your husband.

I was promised the
good life, inspector,

a life I was brought
up to expect.

What were we supposed to do?

We could barely afford a
decent bottle of Chablis.

Is that why you staged
the robbery in the chapel?

No, that had absolutely
nothing to do with us.

The investigating
officers will decide

whether or not charges
will be brought.

But I've already explained.

No one is above the
law, Mrs. Shirewell.

I don't remember their
face. I'm so sorry.

I'm not being very helpful.

Take your time.

It must have been a very
frightening experience,

Ms. Shirewell.

They were wearing gloves.

I remember the
roughness on my mouth.

Where were you
when this happened?

Here. I was cutting a spray of
winter roses for the chapel.

Did they speak at all?

No.

Davina suggested you might be
in danger from your brother.

Lurking in the shrubbery
isn't Lucian's style.

But you can ask him yourself.
He's been at the house all day.

Sorry, Mr. Shirewell.
I didn't realize.

No, no, Lucian, please.
And don't worry.

I'm not here to pray.

Francis went straight
to hell anyway,

so that would be pretty
pointless, wouldn't it?

I'm turning this old relic
into a gallery for my work.

Planning a private view.

I'll leave you to it.

You have a fascinating
face, Sorrel,

exquisite bone structure.

How would you like to be
immortalized in porcelain?

Mr. Shirewell?
We'd like a word.

Somewhere more private?

Sure.

Of course I didn't
attack my sister.

Did she tell you that?

As a matter of fact,
she thought it unlikely.

But you could be a
potential witness.

Well, I didn't see any
menacing strangers,

if that's what
you're getting at.

Did you see anyone at all?

Only Gideon Blundell...
I saw him from over here,

striding across the lawn.

Thought he was coming to berate
me about losing the farm.

He'd threatened me before, so
I was determined to evict him.

And?

He never materialized.

I was here, working,
just like every day,

at the farm down by myself.

Are you sure about
that, Mr. Blundell?

Because a witness places you in
the grounds of Stourwick Hall

around the time Mrs.
Shirewell was assaulted.

What were you doing there?

I was walking.

You just suggested that you
were too busy to leave the farm,

and yet today, you had time to
go for a walk and lied about it.

I had to think. About
what, Mr. Blundell?

I just wanted to talk to her.

Then why didn't you?

Because I knew she'd say no.

And why is that?

We were together once,

Ursula and I, when
we were very young.

I asked her to marry me,

but her father just...
laughed in my face,

ordered her to cut me out
of her life there and then,

and she felt like she had no
choice but to agree, so...

I had to respect her wishes.

And what changed?

I was desperate.

I had to talk to her
before it was too late.

What have you done?

I just wanted her
to talk to Lucian.

She was the only one that
could make him see reason.

I had to try and do
something to save the farm.

If what Gideon
Blundell says is true,

then his attack on
Ursula Shirewell

has nothing to do
with the murders.

So what are we missing?

Any updates on the chapel theft?

Well, given the total
lack of evidence,

they reckon that it's
a professional job.

They've notified dealers
in the area that are likely

to be approached,
but nothing so far.

We did have another development.

We had a call from
Sadie Rowcroft

withdrawing her alibi
for Lucian Shirewell

on the night of
Jordana's murder.

Did she say why?

She said that Shirewell
told her to lie.

But why would he do that when
he's got nothing to hide?

He also has an alibi

for the night of his
brother's death...

Caleb Blundell, who works
for him, clearly admires him,

and we know Mr. Shirewell
can be manipulative.

How far would Caleb
go to please his boss?

Well, let's talk to him in
the morning and find out.

But right now, I have a
very important appointment

with an authentic Elizabethan
dinner cooked by Betty.

Wish me luck.

I'm not sure how long he'll be,

but you're more than
welcome to wait.

Oh, I don't want to
impose. I'll come back.

No, Stay, please.

I know it hasn't always been
possible for us to be friends,

but now that your father is no
longer with us, I thought...

maybe we could start again?

Yes, I'd like that.

And I can only apologize for
what Gideon put you through.

The prospect of losing the
farm has driven him half mad.

He thought that you might
be able to get Lucian

to change his mind,

but he should never have
frightened you like that.

I'm so sorry.

I tried talking to him myself,

but he won't listen.

But it's not just Gideon

who's losing everything
he's ever known.

I'm being moved to
the house in France.

But Stourwick's your life.

You know more than most
how ruthless Lucian can be.

I know how much you loved him.

But he never loved me,

so I just had to
make the most of it.

I'm grateful it's come to this.

I can finally address
the elephant in the room.

Gideon's never
really been happy.

Neither of us have...

I only started seeing Gideon
to make Lucian jealous,

but he had already
moved on with Sadie,

so I suppose we just
made the best of it.

But it was you
Gideon really loved.

I've always known that.

But you have Caleb.
It's such a blessing.

Of course, and we're
so very proud of him.

But he and Gideon are two
very different people,

always locking horns.

I suppose I knew it would
come to this one day.

I never allowed
myself to believe it.

Ah, well...

what exactly is it?

Whelk and periwinkle stew.

Elizabeth's
favorite, apparently.

Well, ta.

It smells... unusual.

Well done, Betty.

Aren't you having any?

It's okay. We hated it too.

Blech.

I've ordered fish and chips.

Oh, thank God for that.

Blech. Ew.

That's everything dipped.

Get them in the drying room.

I want cobalt, manganese

and chromium oxides
ready on the bench.

We'll have to work 24/7

if we're to get these all
fired before the private view.

I had a call from the police.

They want me in first
thing for an interview,

but I can come straight back.

You need to take a break.

You'll burn yourself out.

I can handle the firing.

What did they want?

Don't worry. I
won't say anything.

Just get your head down
for a couple of hours.

Okay.

Keep the doors
locked at all times.

Are you in danger?

I'm not taking any chances.

Hey.

Lucian's just
crashing for a bit,

so if I just get the
first firing done,

I can meet you at the tree.

Yeah, I got you a
little something.

Er, 20 minutes.

Hello?

Hey, help! Help!

Help!

Help! Help me!

How was dinner?

Have you ever eaten whelk
and periwinkle stew?

I can't say that I have.

It lingers in a
most unpleasant way.

Not the best time
to be sharing a car

with you then, sir?

For which I can only
apologize in advance.

Winter.

Okay. The studio,
not the house?

Yeah, we're on our way.

I thought we were
interviewing Caleb Blundell.

Yeah, that was the plan,

but turns out he's gone missing.

When was the last
time you heard from him?

Just before 7:00.

He said he had something for
me and asked me to meet him

by the old oak tree,
but he never arrived.

I tried calling, but
he didn't pick up.

We found his phone
in the studio.

There were lots of missed calls.

We found
this in his jacket.

What's he so grateful for?

Uh, he's been having
some problems at home.

I've just had his
back, that's all.

When he failed to arrive,

why didn't you
come and find him?

I knew how busy he was.

I just thought there must be
some problem at the studio,

so I went home.

But before I did,

I saw Lucien hurrying across the
back fields in the silver suit.

Where was he headed?

Here. Stourwick Hall.

When was the last time
you saw Caleb Blundell?

About 6:37.

He said he was going
to do the first firing.

So he left you here
to go to the kiln?

Is that where you keep the suit?

I'll show you.

Should be here.

Everything all
right, Mr. Shirewell?

Caleb would never leave
the dial set this high.

None of this makes sense.

When did you last wear the suit?

Yesterday morning. We
were doing a glaze test.

Are you sure you put it back?

Of course I'm sure.

Ms. Watkins claims
that she saw you

walking back to the house in
the suit at around 7:30 p.m.

Well, she's mistaken.

According to Lucian,
he was the last person

to see Caleb Blundell alive.

Claims he was on
his way to the kiln,

but no one saw him come in here.

And nobody saw him leave.

What if someone was
waiting for him,

someone he didn't realize was
here until it was too late?

That's too horrible, sir.

It's a rather genius
plan, if true.

A kiln like this burns
at temperatures similar

to a crematorium furnace,

between 1,000 and
1,500 degrees Celsius.

So if he ended up inside,
we'd struggle to prove it.

No DNA recovery?

I will be sifting through the
ashes for any bone fragments,

but burning at that
intensity would make

any DNA identification
almost impossible.

Sir, tech managed to retrieve
Caleb Blundell's mobile data,

mainly calls from Sorrel
Watkins and his parents.

Anything from Lucian Shirewell?

A few texts about work,
but nothing incriminating.

There's a voicemail from his
mother, asking him to call her.

That's it.

According to Ms. Watkins,
Lucian Shirewell is lying,

but if my hunch is
right and Caleb Blundell

ended up in that kiln,

then why would
Lucian want him dead?

Caleb was his protege.

According to Sorrel,

Lucian would do
anything for him.

Well, the timing's interesting.

Maybe he heard that Caleb
was coming in for questioning

and couldn't risk
the truth coming out.

The truth coming out about what?

The station had a call
from Sadie Rowcroft.

She also says that she saw
Lucien heading towards Stourwick

in the suit at 8 p.m.

Or maybe that's what
she needs us to believe.

Sadie Rowcroft has
lost everything

because of Lucian Shirewell...

her job, her home, her life
partner of over 20 years.

We know she's
vindictive, unstable.

He's still alive, sir.

But what if in a state of
desperation, Ms. Rowcroft

mistook Caleb for
her former lover,

pushed him into the kiln, and
used the suit as a disguise?

Well, it's possible.

Hell hath no fury, Winter.

Let's get her in for
interview.

Oh, Fleur's had a breakthrough.

What exactly are we looking at?

Titanium. We found
it in the ash.

It's one of the few elements

that can survive the
cremation process.

Caleb Blundell had a
titanium joint replacement

after shattering his
ankle, farm accident.

Part of the serial number
is still visible here

and matches his medical records.

I also fast-tracked
DNA from glasses

we found in his jacket pocket,
in case by some miracle,

they managed to extract DNA
from any of the bone fragments,

but that's a far longer process.

But what would that give us now?

We know that it's him.

We already had Lucian
Shirewell's DNA on file.

Turns out he and
Caleb are a match...

for father and son.

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Blundell.
I'm afraid there's no doubt.

I see.

The forensic investigation
revealed something else...

something I imagine
you already know.

That Caleb is Lucian's son.

Yes, I've always known.

The older he got,

the more like him he
became... to me, anyway.

He and Lucian were so alike.

You chose to keep it secret.

I knew Lucian never
wanted to have children

and that Gideon would
always be the better father.

Did Caleb know?

I tried calling him last night.

I had decided to leave
Stourwick, and I...

I needed to tell him the truth.

But now it's too late.

Did you share this
with anyone else?

I had to tell someone,

and there was only one
person I felt I could trust.

Sir, Sadie Rowcroft's waiting
for us at the station.

Tell them to let her go. Why?

That something that
we've been missing

that connects all our victims,
it's just become crystal clear.

Because Lila Blundell confided
about Caleb to Ursula Shirewell?

In noble families, succession
still passes down the male line.

Jordana Linsbury lied
about being pregnant

with Lucien's child,
50% likely to be male.

Francis was Lucien's brother,
and when Lila revealed

that Caleb was Lucian's
son, he had to die, too.

You think Ursula Shirewell
killed all of them?

I'm sure of it.

And there's still one person

who can prevent her
achieving her goal.

Lila told me the
truth about Caleb.

I'm so sorry.

I haven't felt this much
pain since Mummy died.

Being told you've lost your son
on the anniversary of her death,

it's almost too much to bear.

The son I never knew I wanted.

The police have been
asking questions, Lucien.

They think I killed him.

They think I'm responsible
for all this horror.

I know you're not.

There are witnesses.

Pray with me, Lucian,
for Caleb and Mummy.

It will bring you comfort.

I don't believe in
prayer, you know that.

A toast to their memory then.

But not here.

Please, Lucian. I'm
leaving tomorrow.

There's no sign of
her at the studio.

Uniform are
searching the grounds

and the outbuildings now.

They must be here somewhere.
Keep trying their mobiles.

Yes, sir.

Oh, darling, that's brilliant.

Oh, that should be
the front cover.

Right, you'll need some
photos to go on the inside,

so I've downloaded the file.

Should we have a look?

Oh, where's that? I
don't remember that room.

You found the
second priest hole?

Why didn't you say anything?

The lady said it was our secret.

They're still not
picking up, sir.

Keep trying.

Sarah, I can't...

What?

Send it to me now. Thank you.

When Betty went
walkabout, she found this.

That's Ursula
Shirewell's bedroom.

I recognize the
painting of her mother.

So she's our thief.

But how did she get up
there without being seen?

There must be another way out.

This door is usually bolted
from the other side, sir.

Sir.

After you.

This is one of the last
bottles of her favorite Chablis.

Seems rather appropriate.

To poor, sweet Caleb
and darling Mummy.

May they rest in peace.

I failed both of them.

You were a child
when Mummy died.

I should have protected
you, loved you,

been the older
sister you needed.

But I was too weak.

You'll never know
how much I regret it.

That's
something else, sir.

So we have all the
evidence we need.

But where's our suspect?

Sir, today is the anniversary
of her mother's death.

Do we know where she died?

The old wine store.

We came up those stairs,

but there's another
flight going down.

That must lead to the cellars.

Which is the only place
that we haven't looked.

It was like she never existed.

Father got angry if I
ever mentioned her name.

I hardly knew her.

I wish I could say the same.

I think it's this way, sir.

I was with her that day.

In here?

She and father
had been fighting.

I knew this is where
she came to escape,

so I followed her.

She was even more
drunk than usual,

screamed that she didn't
want me anywhere near her,

said that she never wanted
me because I was a girl,

that she could never love me.

And in that moment,
I felt such hatred.

For her...

And for you...

Her firstborn son.

Because you never had
to fight for her love,

but I knew I was
better than you...

better than all of you,

and that my day would come.

She couldn't find any more
of her precious Chablis.

I knew there was
more in the cellar.

She ordered me to fetch it.
I told her to get it herself.

Mummy didn't fall down
the stairs, did she?

You were never going
to leave Stourwick,

were you, Ms. Shirewell?

It's my home. I belong here.

You realized that if you
could secure your position

as the legitimate heir,
you wouldn't have to.

But that meant eliminating all
those who stood in your way.

But this wasn't the first time
you'd used murder as a solution,

was it?

Your mother didn't die
in a tragic accident.

She was pushed to
her death by you.

And my entire life has
been spent in penance

for that terrible day.

It didn't deter you
from doing it again.

Your father died
of natural causes,

but Jordana Linsbury's
death was at your hands.

I knew she'd stop at nothing
to be mistress of Stourwick.

What made you think that?

She messaged me in a panic,
said she was being stalked.

I went to the yurt,
but she wasn't there.

That's when I found
the pregnancy test.

So you had to act fast.

But that was your first mistake.

There was no baby.

But the test was positive.

She faked it, Ms. Shirewell.

Jordana Linsbury was
unable to have children.

I had to make painful
decisions for the greater good,

to save Stourwick,

the estate, our family legacy.

Lucian was firing
the kiln that night.

I knew Jordana would be alone.

There was a time, years ago now,

when the extractor
failed at the studio.

Lucian almost died.

That's how I knew how
toxic those gases could be.

I thought it would be peaceful,
that she'd never wake up.

I didn't want her to suffer...

but she did.

When I saw Caleb
walk across the lawn,

I thought he'd find her,

but something in the
trees distracted him.

Giving you time to
retrieve the hose

and dispose of it in the river.

I thought it would get
swept away, but I was unlucky.

Why didn't you just return
it to the garden store?

Things hadn't gone to plan.

I'd forgotten my
gloves in the panic,

left my fingerprints
all over it.

Next on your list was
your brother Francis.

Francis was a
criminal and a liar,

planning to betray me
and our family name.

You'd agreed to fight
Lucian's succession together,

but then you discovered
that if Francis won control,

he intended to sell.

You couldn't allow that.

Francis always drank heavily
after a row with Davina.

I just had
to watch and wait.

I knew a lifetime
of self-indulgence

had left him weak.

Years in the garden
had made me strong.

I knew I could overpower him.

But your brother didn't
die of suffocation, did he?

You went out of your way
to humiliate him in death.

Just as he humiliated
me in life.

Poor, pathetic Ursula.
She'll never notice.

She won't mind.

But I did notice and I did mind.

This was my way of showing it.

You knew your method of killing

would point the
finger at Lucien.

You stole tools from his studio

and then disposed
of the wire cutters

where you knew they'd
easily be found.

But then you came across
an unexpected obstacle...

Caleb Blundell.

I didn't want to hurt him.
He'd done nothing wrong.

But when Lila told me he was
Lucian's son, I had no choice.

I wore Lucien's
suit as a disguise.

And to implicate him.

Can I have a moment in
the rose garden, please?

There's something
you don't understand.

Love can make us do
terrible things, Inspector.

It was my moral obligation to
protect my home and my child.

What child, Ms. Shirewell?

The only man I ever loved
and who loved me in return

was taken from me,
my darling Gideon.

When my father forced
me to give him up,

I discovered I was pregnant.

I managed to keep it a secret,

and then she came early,

out here in the moonlight.

I loved her so much.

She didn't survive.

I'm sorry.

I buried her here...

beneath the roses,
my Rosa Mystica.

My darling, hidden, little rose.

And I've cared for
her ever since.

How could I ever leave her?

We've both felt the
agony of unbearable loss,

the appalling
damage that causes,

the people it's turned us into.

You have to go, but
I've decided to stay.

I'll look after her now.

I never
thought I'd feel sorry for her

after everything she's done.

She could never
abandon her daughter.

She would do anything
to keep her safe.

You'll know what that
feels like one day, Winter.

Mummy, you're
dancing with the Queen.

Your Majesty.

Oh, it seems I underestimated
your sewing skills.

Okay, okay. I got it online.

But at least I tried.

You're in charge of
costumes next time.

Well, I think you
look splendid, Betty,

very regal.

Thank you, Daddy.

Yes, and you look
very nice too, Paddy,

quite the dandy.

This is clearly what he's been
asking for all these years...

a ruff, a ruff-ruff-ruff-ruff.