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Present your muskets!

Charge!

Fire!

The field is lost! Retreat!

Come on, Philip. Don't milk it.

Philip!

Get me a doctor! I've been shot!

We're here, mate. You're back
in the garage. Time to get off.

Detective Sergeant Hathaway!

All right? Yep.

I affirm the evidence I
give shall be the truth,

the whole truth and
nothing but the truth.

The attic was dark, dusty,

confined.

I lifted the lid from the um...

the uh...

water cistern...

and...

Yeah?

You don't remember seeing
him get on the bus?

No, but he could have
got on at any stage.

There's only four stops on the route,

and I usually get
out to have a cuppa.

And the vehicle's not locked?

Some of the older passengers
come along for the views

and prefer to stay on board.

All right. Well, look, you have a
word with Constable Nixon there.

He'll want to take a
full statement from you.

Hi. No James today?

No. He's in court.

Knickers off clotheslines again?
Let's hope the judge shows leniency.

It's the Zelinsky case. Ah.

So, what have you got for me?
A suspicious death.

Middle-aged. Overweight.

A smoker.

Been drinking too.

If I had a pound for
every suspicious

that turned out to be common
or garden heart attack...

What about the blood on his chin?

Could have bit his tongue.
People do.

Any ID on him?

He...found the girl,
didn't he? Hathaway?

He's a big lad.

Oh, you boys. Never let anyone in.

What is that, do you suppose?
Learned behaviour, fathers and sons?

Monkey see, monkey do.

Seriously, has he seen anyone?

Like who? A counsellor?

He'll be all right.
Better than Dr Stephen Black.

Oh, I take it all back.
It wasn't a heart attack.

We need to establish where he
joined this magical mystery tour.

Nobody saw him get on? Well,
you know these tours.

People are busy gawping. They don't
pay heed to their fellow travellers.

I think I might notice if there
was a corpse sat next to me.

There's an itinerary.
See if anybody saw him along the way.

Where will you be?
Kidlington for starters.

Tudor Crescent, where he lived.

I'll try and find out
a bit more about him.

How'd it go?

Zelinsky changed his plea
after all. Result, then.

What?

Remanded for sentencing
pending a social report,

which will probably say he
had a very unhappy childhood.

And did he? Who didn't?

We don't go around abducting
10-year-old girls.

Court's decision, thankfully.

We just nick 'em.

Why God created beer.

Listen... You didn't find her.

No. I know.

Oh, you'll probably bump into
Hooper and some of the other lads.

There was a firearms incident at one
of the staging posts this morning.

Creevecoeur... Crevecoeur Hall.

Oh, stand to. It's the Brains Trust.

Heard you've got a
body on a bus, sarge.

And you? One of that
lot shot one of them.

Re-enactment society, only some
daft sod actually loaded his rifle.

Musket, Hooper. Huh.

Apparently there was a battle here,
back in the day.

God knows what it was about.
The divine right of kings.

English Civil War. It wasn't a battle,
it was a skirmish.

Third Siege of Oxford, May, 1646.

Graduate entry scheme,
eh? Where would we be?

The house is up there,
if that's what you're looking for.

Can't miss it, great big ship of a place.
Never seen anything like it.

You have one message.

Stephen, it's me.
It's gone 11. Where are you?

'You've reached the voicemail
for Frances Woodville.'

'Please leave a message
after the tone.'

Excuse me!

Why are there police
cars all over the...

James?

My God! It's James Hathaway,
isn't it?

Hello, Scarlett.

There. Good.

Who's that with Scarlett?

Policeman, I expect.

How can you tell?

Looks like a policeman.

The place is rancid with them.
If Billy will go getting shot...

I think perhaps I should call Titus
and see what the hospital says.

What do you think, darling?
You've only just put the phone down.

I'm not asking you to do it, am I?

I'm not sure I can quite
see you as Father Hathaway.

Nor could I in the end.

What about you? What have you
been doing with yourself?

Me? I'm one of the idle rich.
Surely you read about us.

I read that you got married.
Mmm...yes, Fabio.

That was er... Oh,
I'd almost forgotten about him.

We all make mistakes.

You? Mistakes? Plenty, I'm sure.

Of the matrimonial variety? No.

Perhaps we should
compare notes. Sorry.

Of course, well... Call me.

Or not. I... I don't
have your number.

You're a detective, aren't you?

Sir? You're not on piecework,
you know!

'Sir.' So, progress?

No one remembers anyone like
Black at Blenheim or Woodstock.

Might have more luck if we had a
snap of him, if you can find one.

'After here, I'm off to Lechlade.
' Where's here?

Crevecoeur Hall. What about you?
I'm still at Tudor Crescent.

Looks like Dr Black was an academic.
In Oxford? Who would have thought?

Also a crossword fiend, God help us!

We've letters from Lonsdale
College. Is that it?

No. I want you to follow
up a Frances Woodville.

She left a message
on his answerphone.

Oh, and we're going to
want Animal Welfare out.

Yes, sir?

Detective Sergeant Hathaway,
Oxford...Police.

Paul? That's correct, sir.
Hopkiss, sir.

James Hathaway. Good heavens!

Well, bless me. My apologies.
I should have recognised you at once.

How nice to see you again at Crevecoeur,
after all this time.

What's it been now? Oh,
near enough 20 years.

20 years...

Butch and Sundance ride again, sir.

Do your parents still
live at the gatehouse?

Father passed away, I'm afraid,
sir, some years ago.

I'm sorry. Thank you, sir.

Mother remarried.
Lives in Guernsey now.

Sorry, sir! Briony!

I'm sorry, Mr Hopkiss! No, no.
Absolutely my fault.

Very kind of you to say so,
sir, I'm sure.

Don't just stand there, girl.
Clear up. Spit spot!

If you'll come this way, sir?

I'm afraid we're at sixes and sevens

with preparations for Lady
Scarlett's engagement.

Detective Sergeant Hathaway,
my lord.

Hathaway?

Well, I never! James...

James! James the Just.

That's what we used to call you!
I don't remember, sir.

It was a long time ago, wasn't it?

You're here about the
accident, I suppose.

I understand Philip doesn't
want to press charges.

Philip, sir? Coleman,
my late sister's boy.

He was a bit older than you.
No, my lord.

I'm trying to trace a man who may
have been here, Dr Stephen Black.

Titus is back from the
hospital with...with Philip.

Oh, I was just telling James he
doesn't want any sort of fuss.

Please do excuse my husband.
He's terribly rude sometimes.

Selina Mortmaigne. How do you do?

Sergeant Hathaway is
with the police, darling.

Oh. He used to live here.

Well, on the estate, of course.
id you? Heavens. What a small world.

So, are you going to come, darling?

Well, I'm sure the
sight of you alone

will be sufficient to revive
his spirits, my darling,

but yes, I'll be along later.

It's...very nice to
meet you. You too.

So, where were we? Dr Black,
my lord.

Ah, well, there have been a couple
of thousand people here today.

You're best talking to Ralph Grahame,
my estate manager.

He organises these open days.
Damn nuisance!

But still, noblesse oblige.

He er...should be at Lodge Farm,
if you can remember the way,

or I can get Hop... I'll find my way,
sir. Thank you.

It's wonderful to see you again.

A policeman.

Your parents must be
very proud of you.

Sergeant Hathaway, if you'll forgive me,
I took the liberty...

About a 15½, would you be? No.
Thanks, Paul. There's no need.

You can't go about like that,
sir, not on official business.

I'll get it washed and
ironed and sent on. Yes.

Pa. How's my very best girl?

I'm fine. Are you all right?

Me? Well, I haven't been shot, so...

Darling girl, whatever's
the matter? I don't know.

I... I saw the police, and um...

I don't know what I thought,
but you mustn't worry.

It's all going to be all right.
Of course it is. Of course it is.

But...keep it from your intended,
I think. Don't you?

After all, just an accident.

We carry on as if it never happened.
That's the ticket.

Help you with something?

Mr Grahame? Yes.

Sergeant Hathaway, Oxford Police.

I'm trying to trace the movements
of someone who was here today.

The re-enactment, is it? Possibly.

You wouldn't have CCTV here,
would you?

Uh...no, nothing like that.

Briony, can you walk Thimble out?

Dad, Ti was just going
to take me to town.

Well, I'm sure he won't
mind waiting 10 minutes.

Will you, my lord? Not at all.
I'll come with you.

What about the chapel?
Does it still have a visitors' book?

It does, yes, though you'll need
to ask at the house for a key.

Thank you. Unless...
The Folly's closer.

I believe Father
Jasper keeps a spare.

Cheers.

I'm not sure where health
and safety stand on pets.

Ah... Belonged to Dr Black, ma'am.
I didn't like to leave it.

That's what Animal Welfare's for.

A lorryload of hens
went over on the bypass.

A bit of a flap on, you might say.

James back yet?

He's still out at Crevecoeur Hall,
boss, with some posh sort,

one of the family, I think.
She knew him, anyway.

At least that was my
impression. Was it?

Looked right at home, he did,
hobnobbing with Lord and Lady Muck.

Have you got a report
on the shooting?

Yes, ma'am.

And the key was like this?

don't touch anything.

I found this on the pew over there,
today's date and Tudor Cr.

That's Tudor Crescent,
Dr Black's home address.

Is this the murder weapon?
I need a match for blood and hair,

but it's not inconsistent
with the injuries caused.

So he was sitting there waiting,

and somebody clocked him
round the back of the head.

And the killer stuffed the murder
weapon into Black's briefcase.

Anything taken? Couldn't say.

I thought you knew the place?
Hooper said.

Did he? Impression he got.

My father was the
Mortmaignes' estate manager.

I lived here till I
was 12 years old.

So you know them,
up at the hall? Knew, sort of.

Me and some of the other kids here
used to play with the Mortmaignes.

What? Nothing.

Just never had you down as one
of the kids off the estate.

How far are we from the
coach park? Half a mile.

Yeah, which begs the question,

how did the killer get Black's body
from the chapel to the coach park

in broad daylight
without anybody...

What is that? That's a folly.

The present occupant
is a Father Jasper.

I tried to raise him when I first arrived,
but couldn't get an answer.

They do keep their spare key
to the chapel in there though.

I think we'd better knock a bit
harder this time, don't you?

Oh.

It was here. When?

Yesterday. The day before,
possibly. I'm not sure.

Has something happened?
You overlook the chapel.

I do, yes.

You haven't seen anyone
coming or going today?

No. No. I've been at prayer.

Or at least tried to be.

With the noise of the shooting,
I could barely complete my exercises.

Spiritual exercises, sir,

a series of prayers
and contemplations

laid down by St Ignatius of Loyola.

You're a Jesuit, Father. I am.

You haven't had cause to
visit the chapel at all?

No. As I say, I've been
here the whole time.

You wouldn't have seen this man
around Crevecoeur today or...

Father?

No. You sure?

Quite. Right.

Thanks. We'll leave you to your...

If you could spare time
from your devotions

to meditate on when
you last saw the key?

Of course.

The present Marquess Tygon
the 12th is Augustus.

What does he do? Well,
he's a marquess.

Until last year,
he was chair of the family bank.

You won't have heard of it.
Naturally.

Well, it's an investment bank.
Not unless you're into stocks and shares.

Was? Went under.

Lost with all hands, I believe.

Augustus got out before
it turned turtle,

but the vast majority
of shareholders...

Caught a cold, did they?
More like the Spanish flu.

Augustus didn't inherit
until he was in his 40s.

Two children, one from
each of his two wives.

Scarlett from Jacinta, who died,

and Titus, the son and heir,

from Selina, the present
Lady Mortmaigne.

Not much chance of running
into a Joan or a Doreen

round Crevecoeur Hall, eh?

Not above stairs, sir. No.

Will this take long,
gentlemen? I hope not, madam.

Inspector, do you mind
telling us what's going on?

You are who, sir?

Philip Coleman, Lieutenant Colonel,
Oxford Rifles. Retired.

I'm sorry to inconvenience you,

but I will need statements from each
of you as to your movements today.

Our movements? Good heavens,
that sounds terribly sinister!

James?

The man we spoke of,
my lord, Dr Black.

We believe he was
murdered here today.

At Crevecoeur? You're not serious!

Very likely in your chapel.
Good God!

You don't imagine this man's
death has anything to do with us?

It's purely procedural,

but I would be grateful, sir,
for a list of all your tenants.

Also any other members
of staff who live out.

Oh, yes, of course. Of course.

Um...Hopkiss can provide you
with all you need for the staff

and as for the tenants,
Ralph Grahame.

He'll tell you anything
you need to know.

Augustus tells me you knew my
predecessor when you were a boy.

A little, yeah.

People say we look alike.
Do you think so?

I don't remember her well enough,
I'm afraid.

You and his lordship
have been married...

I was 17, and yes, before you ask,
it did cause something of a stir.

That bother you?
Not in the slightest.

When tongues wag, one must
just stare back and smile,

which, of course, usually
annoys people all the more.

We mustered at elevenish.

Began the re-enactment at midday.

Got shot... That's about it.

All in all, I've had better days.

Has it been ascertained yet which of
the re-enactors loaded his musket?

I don't think anyone's
going to own up to it.

I was hoping your lot might help.

But there's no one with whom
you've had a falling-out?

I hope not. Thoroughly decent chaps,
if a little mad.

Mostly culled from the estate.

I say culled - press-ganged
would be closer to the truth.

Grahame, Ralph Grahame,
can be a bit of a tartar, you know.

Besides, I was only pulled
in at the last moment.

Oh, really? Yes.

Scarlett's affianced was due to do
the honours, but he dropped out.

But you definitely never
met Stephen Black?

You're sure about that? No.
Afraid not.

How long have you been at Crevecoeur,
Colonel Coleman?

Um...six months. Circumstances
have been somewhat strained.

I say, can I have another
look at that snapshot?

Do you know, I may have seen him,
down by the lake.

Today? No, a couple of weeks ago.

One morning when I was walking the dogs,
and then later, one evening.

What was he doing?
Just wandering up to the chase.

I took him for staff or a tenant.

I can't be sure it was him,
but pretty certain. Hopkiss will know.

Mr Hopkiss? Yes. He spoke to him.

I didn't attend the
re-enactment myself.

I took his lordship across,
and returned to my duties here.

Did your route back take
you near the chapel?

No, sir. I came back via the chase.

You didn't see anyone
unexpected loitering about?

No, sir. Not a soul.
The place was as quiet as you please.

What about this man?

Have you ever seen him around
Crevecoeur at any time?

Yes, actually. A few weeks ago,

on my way back from the summerhouse.
I saw him crossing the lawn,

so I stopped and asked
him his business.

What did he say? I'm not certain.

I think he said he was
looking for Lodge Farm.

Good night. Ma'am.

Bye now. Present from Mr Hopkiss.

I won't ask.

So?

Selina was due to ride
out with Scarlett,

but she cried off with a migraine,
took some tablets and went to bed.

Anyone vouch for her?

She says she spoke to
a Professor Pelham.

Art historian. He's looking into
some of his lordship's paintings.

He's a fellow of Lonsdale.
College rooms.

What about the daughter, Scarlett?

Er...arrived at the same
time I did this afternoon.

And? Flying visit, apparently.

Selina said she was dropping off
place cards for her engagement.

A big do the day after tomorrow.
So His Lordship said.

You don't think any of
them are involved, do you?

We'll have a clearer idea once we
find out a bit more about Dr Black.

Oh, did you get on
to Frances Woodville?

Oh, sorry, sir.
I haven't had a chance.

No, it's all right. Not to worry.
I'll track her down. You cut along.

What about the estate manager?

Grahame. It's all right.
I'll take it.

You've had a long day,
court and so forth.

All right... You know, James...

I'll go, then, sir,
if there's nothing else.

No, no. Nothing else.

Good night.

I'll say good night here, then.

Thanks for walking me back.

Is everything all right? Yeah.
Why wouldn't it be?

I don't know.
You just seemed a bit...

I don't know, not yourself tonight.
A bit far away.

I'm all right.

I do love you, you know?

Dad might see. He'll be
asleep by now, won't he?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Lodge Farm.

Hang on a minute.
I'll just get him for you.

Dad? Dad!

Hold on. I'll just check the yard.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad...

What's the story?
Body was found in the barn, ma'am.

Looks like suicide,
but can't be sure.

OK.

From all I've been
able to get out of her,

Titus dropped her
off around midnight.

She assumed her father had gone to bed,
so she did the same.

Just her, is it?
No brothers or sisters?

Just her. The mum walked
out nine years ago.

Contact details?
Went without a by-your-leave.

Came back one day,
she'd cleared out.

Hard on the girl, I suppose.

Wouldn't have thought there
was any suppose about it.

Ma'am.

Right, sir. Just hold
it there a minute.

See what he wants.

Been working him a bit hard, ma'am.

The Zelinsky case can't have helped.

I don't suppose so. No, ma'am.

Suicide? 'Good morning'
wouldn't go amiss.

Sorry. I should think so.

I'm a game girl, God knows,
but picking through brain and bone

before breakfast,
I call above and beyond.

But, yes, nothing to say otherwise.

A preliminary swab
for gunpowder residue

suggests he'd recently
discharged a firearm.

I don't suppose he left a note? Well,
nothing in his pockets.

Time of death an hour or two
before 10:00pm, if that helps.

I called in here about eight.
Couldn't raise anyone, so...

Anyway, when you've finished,
I'd like the rest of the estate swabbed.

It's a working estate, sir.

Likely as not, at least half the
subjects will test positive.

Well, that would rule out
the other half, wouldn't it?

I er...I wouldn't read too much

into the absence of a 'goodbye,
cruel world', sir.

Statistically, suicide notes
in Grahame's demographic

are in the 12-20% range.

Where do you get this stuff?

The back of cereal boxes.

What?

Let's just say some days I'm
grateful you're on our side.

Scarlett Mortmaigne's
intended, I believe.

Who's the lucky lad?
Tarek Shimali. City boy.

Shimali? What's that? Saudi? Lebanese.
Father works in shipping.

How had your dad been recently?

Nothing worrying him?

I don't know...financial troubles?

Is there anyone I
can contact for you?

An aunt? Uncle? Grandparents?

No.

No. It's just us.

Anyone I can notify? A school?

I'm waiting to hear back on
a place at music college.

That your thing, is it? Music?

My mum put me to it
when I was little.

We didn't have a piano then,

but his lordship let me practise
on the one in the summerhouse.

That's good of him.

Yeah.

He's been very kind s... since Mum...

She used to take me down there
a couple of times a week.

How old were you when she left?

It was just before
my seventh birthday.

Hey, hey, hey, hey... OK. It's OK.

It's OK.

What have you done to yourself?
It's nothing.

Excuse me.

All right... OK...

We just need to clean
this up a bit. All right?

She might not want to be found.
The girl is 16 years old.

Whatever her mother fell
out with Grahame about,

she has a duty to her daughter.
Find her. Make that clear.

What's bitten His
Holiness's backside?

Same thing as will bite
yours if you don't step to.

Running all the way, boss. Hey...

You realise what's going on there?
Yeah, I have got eyes.

But it's not an excuse for you to
go dishing it out to the troops.

Come on, what's up? I'm fine.

Really.

Well, this is terrible news!

Did he leave any
indication as to why?

I rather hoped you might be
able to help us with that.

Didn't his wife leave him?

That's right. Linda.
Yes, that's right.

He never quite recovered, poor chap.

Wasn't there talk that she'd run
off with one of the labourers?

How was that?

We'd had some chaps working here
on a Millennium Grant Project,

and the rumour was that
she'd become involved...

Backstairs gossip.
I never gave it any credit myself.

Good man, Grahame.
Not many like him around.

Poor Briony.

Well, we shall see she has
all she needs, of course.

That'll be a matter for
social services, your grace.

Well, naturally.
I was just thinking...

Well...

Titus is so very fond of her.

We all are.

Mrs Grahame helped out
sometimes when we were short,

as Briony does now,
but she was never staff.

That's for the Egyptian Room.

Make sure you change the
water for the lilies.

Yes, sir.

It came as a great shock to us all
when she just upped and left, sir.

There's really no need
to call me sir, Paul.

It would be inappropriate for
me to presume to familiarity

on the basis of a
childhood association.

Do you think back much,
sir, to those days?

We all used to play together.
Do you remember?

You, me, Lady Scarlett,
all the other boys and girls,

down in the woods, hide and seek,

in and out of all the
old sheds and barns.

It was a long time ago.

Oh, yes, but...

happy days, as I remember them.

Magnificent, isn't he?

Richard Mortmaigne, 1607-1668,

fourth Marquess Tygon.

Bloody Richard they called him,
and not without cause.

William Dobson?

Allegedly. Hence yours truly.
You have a good eye.

the Oxford connection, and he was
here during the war, wasn't he?

Indeed he was, and painted
most of the leading Royalists.

No signature.

The canvas may have been
reframed at some point,

so we'll give the old
boy a wash and brush-up

and see if we can't
settle the attribution.

There's some doubt, is there? Some.

There's been additional work done.

Retouching? More than that.

Certain details appear
to have been added.

The folly. That's the
most obvious anachronism.

It wasn't built until 100
years after this was painted.

When were they added?
That's what I hope to ascertain.

May affect the price,
you see. Price?

Oh, yes. His lordship is
looking to realise the value

of the greater part of the
Mortmaigne collection.

What are we looking for exactly?

Anything that links Black
with Ralph Grahame.

So, what else did Prof Pelham say?

Well, he confirmed that he saw
Selina yesterday around midday,

and he knew Black slightly.

How was that?
Through Lonsdale College.

As a matter of fact,
he'd sent him a letter recently.

What about? He'd heard
on the bush telegraph

that Pelham was working on
the Mortmaigne collection

and asked if he might see his way
to giving him a private viewing.

Pelham turned him down.
It's not the done thing.

What does he want with the paintings?

James?

We found a bunch of letters
at Dr Black's home.

Love letters. Appear to
be from Linda Grahame.

Appear?

We haven't got any writing
to compare them with,

but there were some snaps
of her in with them,

including one with Briony.

So what's the theory?

Grahame tracks down the
man his wife ran off with,

gets him to Crevecoeur Hall
on some pretext or other,

kills him and then does himself
in before you can put two and two?

What? Well... I don't know, ma'am.

It just seems too neat,
almost. You know?

Murder and suicide? Not uncommon.
No. No. I suppose not.

So that's that, then.

You arranged to meet
Dr Black yesterday.

We found your number
on his answerphone.

He called a couple of days ago,
asked me to meet him at the Turl.

When he didn't turn up, well...

You heard my message.
Now I know why.

What did he want? He wouldn't say.

Fond of a bit of cloak and dagger,
was our Stephen.

You wouldn't happen to know
what he was working on?

By all accounts, he'd been pretty
much living at the Bodleian.

The chief librarian
might shed some light.

When did you last see him?
Two months ago, at a college dinner

to celebrate his appointment
to the Commonwealth Chair.

How did he seem? Tiggerish.

He said in his rather grand way

that his great work was about
to reach its apotheosis.

What did you take that to mean?

Impossible to say with Stephen,
especially in his cups.

Oh, he liked a drink, did he?

I like a drink.

Stephen, it was the real thing.

It doesn't sound like you
thought a lot of him.

We had our moments.

He borrowed much of the work
which underpinned my doctorate

to secure the Commonwealth Chair.

Isn't that against the rules?
Have you been in Oxford long?

Stand us a pint and I'll
give you the grisly.

Damn it! Where's Hopkiss?
Here, let me.

Clumsy bear.

Thank you.

Does it hurt terribly?

I think I'll survive.

Darling, I wonder if
I can persuade you

to tear yourself away from
Philip for just a few moments?

The Shimalis are getting a little
weary of my company, I fear.

All right, what was Stephen like?

That would depend on whether you
mean before or after the accident.

What accident?

About six years ago,
he ran his car into a student,

Freddie Randall.

The boy's fault.
The coroner said as much.

How was that?

The lad had been drinking.
He just stepped out in front of the car.

Nothing he could have done,

but Stephen vowed never to
get behind the wheel again,

and he really started
putting it away.

And is that why you
didn't go public

on his what would you call it,
theft of intellectual property?

What, a few dusty old
lines on John Thurloe?

Hardly worth going to war over.

No. Actually, I felt sorry for him.

He'd been my tutor.

Terrible to watch a brilliant
man fall apart so completely.

Sarge...

Did he ever mention
a Linda Grahame? No.

But, as I say, Stephen's
love life was a closed book.

This work, it couldn't have anything
to do with Crevecoeur Hall, could it?

Possibly.

English Civil War 101.

By 1648, King Charles was
a prisoner of the Scots.

There was always a rumour

that he entrusted Richard Mortmaigne,
fourth Marquess Tygon,

with certain priceless
treasures for safekeeping.

What sort of treasures?
A king's ransom. Literally.

Now, one source alleges

he tried to buy his release

with part of that treasury
in Mortmaigne's safekeeping.

Why do I get the feeling
there's a however coming?

Because I suspect you're
much smarter than you look.

It's a compliment. Aye, backhanded!

When word was sent to Crevecoeur,
Richard Mortmaigne claimed,

with much regret,
that it had been lost.

Richard Mortmaigne
stole the treasure?

And concealed it
somewhere on the estate.

I'm er...I'm not
following you, honestly.

You don't have to deny
it quite so vehemently.

What are you...
Me? Blood Patterning.

And you?

Housman? I mislaid my copy.

You know how one sometimes
has a hankering?

I couldn't remember if it was 'Happy
highways where I walked', or 'went'.

Went, definitely. Went.

It suddenly seemed the most
important thing in the world.

Excuse me. Sorry.

So, how are you? Since yesterday?

It's not been the most
uneventful 24 hours.

Last thing you need,
with the engagement coming up.

Is there any news as to why he did it?
I don't suppose you can say.

No. We're still working on it.
Of course.

Well, it's um... Yeah.
Yeah, you too.

Scarlett!

You left this on the
counter. Thanks.

I thought for a moment you'd chased
me to declare your undying love.

Not sure men do that
nowadays. Do they?

Perhaps they should.

Take me out somewhere.

Tonight. Anywhere. I don't care.

Is that wise?
I don't want to be wise.

I want to be happy.

I want to drink too much
and laugh too much, and...

Please?

SOCO's confirmed traces of blood in
the back of Grahame's Land Rover.

Is it Black's?

No DNA to confirm,
but the blood type is the same,

so now we know how he got the body
from the chapel to the coach park.

How somebody did.

It's a farm vehicle.

Presumably Ralph Grahame wasn't the
only one with access to the keys.

So what are we doing here?

I'm after Dr Black's reading list.

I want you to dig out the records

to an inquest into the death of
a bloke called Freddie Randall.

I thought we were done with this.

Grahame kills Black, then does
himself in a fit of remorse.

That's the official version,
isn't it?

Leaving Briony to fend for herself?

He was a devoted dad by all accounts.
It doesn't sit right.

Balance of his mind.
Well, you saw him yesterday.

How did the balance
of his mind seem then?

Come along. Spit spot.

We're all going to mass
later with Father Jasper.

Perhaps you'd like to
come and say a prayer?

Would you like that?

I didn't think that was
allowed when someone...

You know, your father was...
wasn't himself, Briony.

He was...

He was very unwell, do you see?

God would never condemn someone who
didn't know what they were doing.

His mercy is never-ending.

How is she? Oh...

Well, yes... Of course. Of course.

I thought...

that Titus might take her
over to the summerhouse,

let her play the piano for a while,

take her mind off things?

Titus has gone into town,
hasn't he? Oh, has he?

Yeah. Didn't you hear him roaring
off on that damn motorbike?

No, no. No, I didn't.

Well,

perhaps I'll run her over there.

If you think it would
be a good idea?

Music has charms.

It's very thoughtful, my love,

but I think she's probably
best left to rest.

Well...yes. Yes, you're right.

Just a thought.

What's all that?
Dr Black's reading material.

Photocopies of it at least.
What have you got there?

Inquest into Freddie Randall.
Accidental death.

There is something you should see.

One of the witnesses,
friend of Randall's,

was with him when
he got knocked down.

You were with Freddie Randall
on the night he died, Father.

You gave evidence at the inquest.

The man who was murdered here,
in this very chapel, yesterday,

was Stephen Black.

Anything you'd like
to tell us about that?

What happened to Freddie
was an accident.

Freddie and I were messing about,

as you do when you've
had too much to drink.

Push and shove. He pushed me.
I pushed him back.

And the next thing I know,
he's stumbled into the street

and straight under
the wheels of a car.

Stephen Black's car.

If I hold anyone to blame
for Freddie's death,

it's myself, not Stephen Black.

When I showed you his photograph,
you denied even knowing him.

I'm sorry. Seeing him after
all these years, it...

brought back too many painful
memories, I'm afraid.

You and Freddie Randall
had been close?

When I entered the Church,
I laid my previous life aside.

I've no wish to be
reminded of it now.

But yes, we were good friends.

So he just happens to
be in religious retreat

in the exact place where the man who
ran his friend down was murdered.

It's a hell of a coincidence.

Remind me what is it you've got
against the Grahame scenario?

The way I see it, Dr Black isn't
anyone's idea of a Lothario.

The heart chooses.

All right, suppose Linda Grahame
chose Stephen Black. Where is she?

I take it Hooper hasn't
managed to track her down.

Not yet, but it was nine years ago.
Maybe it didn't work out.

Maybe he was her transition
person. Her what?

Transition person.

Someone who gave her a way out of
a situation she was unhappy with,

but wasn't 'the one.
You been watching daytime TV?

Come on, let's call in at
the Turf on the way back,

worry this through over a pint.

I can't tonight. Oh, right?

Date, is it? I thought you
had a spring in your step.

Anyone we know?
It's nothing like that.

Conversational Mandarin.

And I say po-ta-to. Mandarin?

Of course! What was I thinking?

I know.

Any sign of Scarlett?

Not yet, sir.

Will Scarlett not be joining us?

Apparently, she's booked herself
in for some sort of spa treatment.

She er...wants to look
her best for the party.

In mitigation, milord, I was 17.

Pa was incandescent.

Thankfully the Holy Father saw
fit to grant an annulment.

Was that important to you?

There has to be forgiveness,
doesn't there? Second chance.

I can't imagine you have done
anything that requires absolution.

How do you know?
I might be terribly wicked.

Are you? More than you
can possibly imagine.

We got married. Do you remember?

I was about eight.

The Danver sisters were bridesmaids.
Hopkiss walked you down the aisle.

Yes. That's right.
I'd forgotten that.

What happened to his stammer?
I meant to ask.

Daddy sent him to get
it fixed, I think.

That's nice of him.

Yes. He's always tried to look
out for his staff where he can.

Why didn't you come back?
I don't know.

You know, um...life.

Stuff happens, I suppose.

That last morning you
were at Crevecoeur,

we threw a penny into the
fountain and made a wish.

I always thought you'd come back.

Hoped, I suppose.

Did you think of us ever?

Of you, often.

Well, the fountain's gone,
I'm afraid,

so I suppose all those wishes
are rendered null and void.

Oi! I don't remember
saying you could have any.

Pest.

What are we going to call you anyway?

Monty? You reckon?

You keep eating my tea,
it'll be the full Monty.

Dear God, listen to me!

Right...

Pull yourself together, man.
Where was I?

So why did you become a
policeman? Don't know.

Don't you? I think I do.

I think something in you
wants to save people.

We just pick up the pieces,
try and put them back together again.

Mm-hm... Like Humpty. Yeah.

How will you put Briony
back together again?

We find out why and
how her father died.

It's the not knowing
that eats people.

Do you know why he did it?

I think Dr Black was the man
that Grahame's wife left him for.

Really? What makes you think that?

You probably oughtn't
talk about this with me.

Aren't there rules on
consorting with the enemy,

or suspects or some such?
Is that what we're doing?

I'm serious! I wouldn't get you into
trouble, compromise your integrity.

Probably a bit late for that.

I bet you say that to all the girls.
I don't, actually.

Point of fact,
I don't do...any of this.

Then what do you do?

Work.

There was a case recently...
It was in the papers. Zelinsky.

10-year-old girl went missing,
and um...I found her.

Well, what was left of her.

For four days we questioned him,

and four days of walking around
inside the mind of this...

You get home to your
flat and you're alone,

and you just go, 'Well,
what's the point?'

Are you lonely?

I hadn't thought so.

Will you come in?

You're um... You're getting married.

Do you love him?

Why, then?

You wouldn't understand.

I'm so sorry.

Scarlett... He's rich.

When Daddy's bank...

We didn't come out of it quite as
unscathed as people like to think.

Tarek's father helped. Financially.
There was an understanding.

Quid pro quo. Now you can hate me.
No. Don't do it.

I don't have a choice. You do.

Don't get tangled up with us,
James. Us?

Me and the rest of my damn family.

I mean it, turn your back and run,
for your own sake.

'Into my heart an air that kills

From yon far country blows

What are those blue remembered hills

What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content

I see it shining plain

The happy highways where I went

And cannot come again.'

What's all this?

Stuff recovered from
Dr Black's house.

His notebooks, charts...
What do you want me to do with it?

Well, there's no doubt he was
interested in Crevecoeur,

and the history of the
Mortmaignes in particular.

I can't make head nor tail of it...
You thought I might?

Hoped, actually.

From what I've been able to sort out,

this seems to be some
sort of...cryptogram?

Is that what it's called?
I said you were smart.

It's a code, employed
by John Thurloe's men.

Didn't you mention him in
relation to your doctorate?

I did, yes.

Who was he, John Thurloe?
Spymaster for Oliver Cromwell.

Can you crack it? What's it worth?

My undying gratitude.
Does that include dinner?

Morning, sir. Morning.

It could be Mum's.
I don't know. Sorry.

Is there anything at home

that might have a sample
of her writing on it?

Maybe a birthday card or a diary?

After...

After she left us, Dad boxed
everything up, got rid of it.

Will I have to stay here longer?
Are you unhappy here?

I just want to go home,
to my own room.

It might not be possible for you
to go back to the farm just now.

I'll be taken into care?

I just wanted to go home,
but if I can't do that...

Listen, I...I can't imagine half
of what you're going through,

but if there's anything that
you want to talk to me about...

Lady Mortmaigne thought you might
care for some refreshment, sir.

I'd be grateful if you'd see to it
that we're not disturbed further.

Of course, sir.

Briony.

Did my dad kill someone?

I'm not stupid.
I know I'm only young,

but that doesn't mean I don't
know what's going on. Did he?

We don't know.

Hello. Morning.

Oh, James.

May I introduce Scarlett's fiance,
Tarek Shimali,

and his parents,
Soraia and er...Diab.

James Hathaway. How do you do?

How are you?
James is with the police.

That business I was
telling you about.

Oh, yes, the man who killed himself.

Yes, yes, yes. Come along, James.
We can't keep you from your duties.

Dear boy, I'm so sorry, but,
a time and a place for everything.

We wouldn't want to cast a cloud
on Scarlett's happy day, would we?

No, of course not.
Knew you'd understand.

Good man.

'Seek thou that which was lost
between November and December

between the horseman and the sting.
' What the hell does that mean?

According to this notebook,
Dr Black discovered the original of that

in a cache of Mortmaigne papers
dating back to the 17th century.

I'm not sure I'm following you.

'That which was lost.' Frances
Woodville meant the king's ransom.

You're not serious?

That's just a story to make
tourists keep coming back.

Stephen Black didn't think so.

He seems to reckon that the

Mortmaignes were leaving signposts,
clues as to its location.

What sort of clues?

I don't know, a trail of breadcrumbs,
'X marks the spot'.

What, you think he found it?
I think he died for it.

This is the painting Stephen
Black wanted to see, Inspector,

though, for the life of me,
I can't see why.

Sergeant Hathaway tells me

that certain details of the picture
had been added at a later date.

Is that correct? Yes, yes, it is.

There's the folly, of course,
and I picked up one or two more.

There's the hayrick on the far left

and the bare oak you can see just
past Richard's shoulder there.

It's a visual joke, sir,
the hayrick and the bare tree,

summer and winter at the same time.

Just so.

Hilarious.

Does this look right to you,
the sundial there?

I mean, you've got the
candle over here on the left,

so you'd expect any shadow to
fall to the right, wouldn't you?

The police are back.

I thought they were done.
It would appear not.

The shadow in the painting
fell between the 11 and the 12.

'Seek that which was lost
between November and December,'

the 11th... And 12th
month of the year.

So, what's the next bit?
Between the horseman and the sting.

What the hell are these?
Astrological symbols.

The space between each crenellation

depicts one of the twelve
zodiacal constellations.

There you see Capricorn,
Aquarius, Pisces,

Aries and so on.

It's a commanding view.
It's that all right.

It's not horseman. Why?

'Between the horseman and the sting'
is not horse man, it's horse-man.

Centaur, Sagittarius, and I'm
guessing that sting is Scorpio.

So, if the riddle holds true,
what we're looking for lies out there.

You won't find anything. Maybe.

There's no maybe about it, sir.
You won't find anything.

There's nothing to find.
Trust me. I know this place.

Not this, the folly, the sundial -

none of it was here when
the cryptogram was written.

So what was here? Well, until 2000,

when they got a Millennium grant for that,
a rather ugly fountain.

That's the point.
Everything's changed.

That's not what Dr Black
believed. He was wrong.

A treasure hunt ending at the
Temple of Juno. It's funny.

Funny? Juno and her sacred geese.

You've been had.
You're on a wild goose chase.

What's wrong with Grahame killing
Black for taking his wife?

What's wrong with this being
something to do with the Mortmaignes?

Sergeant Hathaway. Hello again.

Inspector Lewis,
this is Lady Scarlett Mortmaigne

and her fiance Tarek Shimali.

We'll have the pleasure of your
company after all, Scarlett says.

Until this evening. Inspector.

I'm invited to the engagement
party as Scarlett's guest.

'Conversational Mandarin.'

There something you want to tell me?

We're in the middle of
a murder investigation

and you've got yourself what,

involved with one of the suspects?

I thought the inquiry was done.
Yeah, well, it's not!

So now what? God,
are you out of your mind?

If anybody gets wind of this,
you could end up on a disciplinary.

Well, no one is going to.
Oh, really? You sure about that?

Hooper's put it around the nick that
you're cosying up to the nobility.

I'm sure it would break his heart
to lay it before the superintendent

and you'd be busted down to constable,
or even dismissed.

I'm not sure I want to wake up
in 20 years with nothing to show

but a life picking
over people's misery.

OK, I'll make it easy for you.
You're on leave, as of now.

Leave? Yeah.
You're due, aren't you?

What about the investigation?
No longer your concern.

I'm sorry, sir. I didn't
realise there was anyone here.

I came across to get
the place tidied up.

His lordship's going to take
Briony through her pieces.

Is this her? That's right, sir.

That's Briony and her mother,
Mrs Grahame.

Do you play? Oh,
good heavens, no, sir.

His lordship encouraged
me for a while,

but I wasn't a very good pupil,
I'm afraid.

Chopsticks is about all
I can manage these days.

You've got to have a flair,
sir, haven't you?

And Briony has a flair,
does she? I couldn't say, sir.

But his lordship thinks she does.
I believe he does, sir. Yes.

Speaks highly of her abilities.
Good of him to make the time.

He made time for all of us,
sir, when he could.

Encouraged us to make
something more of ourselves.

Why was that, do you think?

It's not for me to say,
sir, of course,

but I think he'd have liked
more children of his own,

to leave something
more of himself behind.

In a way, as I like to think of it,
we're all part of his legacy.

Inspector! Inspector Lewis!

I... I... All right.
Take your time.

After you left,
I suddenly remembered.

The key to the chapel...
I know who came to borrow it.

Why does one usually go to a chapel?

You have the spare key from the folly,
then? May I see it?

No. I'm afraid I don't have it.
I must have left it behind.

Why go to the folly
for the spare at all?

You keep the master key
here at the hall, don't you?

Uh-huh, but I couldn't find it.

I did ask Hopkiss if
he'd seen it, but...

Ah...I believe this
is what you're after.

Philip... The key from the folly.

How did you come by it, sir?

I er...I locked up after us.

I see.

Usually we'd meet
at the summerhouse,

but that wasn't possible.

Why not?

Augustus was there, assisting
Briony with her piano studies.

How long have you been having an
affair with your uncle's wife?

Spare me the lower-middle-class
disapproval, please. My God!

Some time. Selina was always
too young for Augustus.

Philip... It's true.

He married her for one reason,
to provide an heir to Crevecoeur.

After Titus was born... They've
not shared a room in 20 years.

I love her, Inspector.

I always have.

Does Lord Mortmaigne know?

Augustus and I have an arrangement.

Not that it's any of your business.
This is a murder, madam.

I'm afraid that makes
everything my business.

Still here, Inspector?
I was speaking with Her Ladyship.

Indeed. Also with Colonel Coleman.

Is that so?

She tells me that you're aware
of their...relationship.

It seems you're determined to
drag our failings out, Inspector,

all our vulgar little secrets.
And to what end, I ask?

That girl's self-harming.

Your protegee.
Does that not concern you?

I'm old, Inspector,

and all that matters to me is
to see my daughter married,

and by that, to ensure
the future of Crevecoeur.

As long as that happens,
any...truth you may unearth about us

is of no concern to me whatsoever.

You got a minute?

He's just not thinking straight.

The Zelinsky case? Well,
it's partly that, but...

There's something more,
to do with Crevecoeur,

going back there after
all these years.

Whatever it is, it's got
him all bent out of shape.

So how have you left it?

I told him to take some time,
think it over,

come and tell me what he wants.

What do you want him to do?
Me? It's not for me.

Why not? Well...

Oh, he's an awkward sod at
the best of times, God knows,

but he's my awkward sod.

I don't want all the palaver of
house-training another sergeant.

Have you told him?

BLEEPING

Duty calls, I'm afraid.

Well, thanks for...
you know...listening.

Any time.

People don't know how you feel...
unless you tell them.

HAYDN: String Quartet
No.34 Opus 64 No.4

Hi.

You came. I'm glad.
I wasn't sure you would.

You're still going through with it?
It doesn't have to change anything.

We can still...

Don't be difficult, darling.
Not tonight.

KNOCKING

Lord Done A Bunk about?

If you mean Sergeant Hathaway,
Hooper, bloody well say so.

Just a bit of banter, boss,
between colleagues.

Graduate entry though,
got to expect a bit of chaff.

How's that? Fast-track promotion?

They get it handed
to them on a plate.

Everything that man's got he's worked for.
Believe me. Lay off, eh?

If you wonder why you're 20
years older than Hathaway

and still a DC, look in the mirror.
What's that mean?

You've got a small
mind and a big mouth.

You don't know when to keep
one open and the other shut.

If you say so, boss. I do say so.

When it comes to me, I'll have
'Inspector' or 'sir'. Understood?

Sir.

Right. What do you want with him?

We've had a message come
through for him via relay, sir.

Must have his mobile off.
'Meet me in the summerhouse. S.'

Hmm... All right, I'll deal.

Lewis.

I've got the results back
on the key from the chapel.

It's Dr Black's blood.
No surprise there, then.

Yes, but there's something else.

'The tests picked up trace
elements of a polysaccharide.'

'Basically, you're looking for
a linear polymer amylose.'

And in English, we say?

Corn starch. All right?

'Must dash.'

Hooper. It's Hathaway.
Is Lewis there?

Just missed him. Tried his mobile?
He's not answering.

'I need you to do me a favour.'

The guv'nor's got them out
on his desk, as it goes.

What am I looking for exactly?

Good evening, sir.

You were expecting
someone else, Mr Hopkiss?

I was, sir, yes, but I
expect we'll muddle through.

Take your hands off me!

You wrote Linda Grahame's
love letters to Stephen Black.

What?

Save your breath.
Why? Who told you to do it?

Paul. Hopkiss?

What's going on?

Daddy, I'm so sorry. Sorry?

Why should you be sorry?
I don't understand.

James, I'd like you
to leave now, please.

Like all you want. I'm a policeman,
not a member of your staff.

You sent a message,
'Meet me in the summerhouse.'

I didn't. Don't lie.
What are you playing at?

Nothing. Honestly.
I never sent any message.

I've had enough of this.

Come on, Scarlett. No.
She comes with me.

Stephen Black thought he'd cracked
the great riddle of the Mortmaignes,

found the last resting
place of the King's ransom,

but if he'd followed
that trail to its end,

he'd have discovered a
dead body, wouldn't he?

That's what you wouldn't allow.
That's why you killed him, isn't it?

Linda Grahame never did
leave Crevecoeur, did she?

Linda Grahame never had an affair,
with Dr Black or anyone else.

Augustus Mortmaigne might have let
her think he was interested in her,

flattered her even,

but his real fascination
was with Briony, wasn't it?

Piano lessons in the summerhouse?

You'd know all about that,
wouldn't you?

Shut your dirty...m-mouth!

Linda disappeared
right around the time

Lord Mortmaigne had this millennium
project constructed, didn't she?

Didn't she?

Linda found out what was going on,
or at least began to suspect.

Mother's intuition, maybe.

Any rate, no doubt she confronted Augustus,
threatened to expose him.

His lordship? As if he'd
have had any idea what to do.

He believed she'd run off,
the same as everyone else.

Do you know what the
funny thing is? Funny?

It was me she came to for advice.
Linda. To me.

Not Ralph, not her husband,

all for bringing outsiders into the
situation, going to the police.

I couldn't allow that.
So you killed her?

What did you think you were doing? My duty,
protecting my family.

His lordship would be lost
without me to look out for him.

He relies on me. His tower of strength,
that's what he calls me.

His rock. So what happens now?

I'll think of something, sir. Paul!

Get off me! Augustus, help!

All right? I'm fine.

Took a bit of a tumble, old girl.
Knocked the wind right out of me.

I'll be all right in a minute.

Philip...

Such a pretty little thing,

and I've always been
weak in such matters.

Culpably weak.

She was a child,
and you violated her.

I don't expect you to
understand for one moment,

but, to me, she was...

..special.

And Paul Hopkiss?

Was he special? Oh, yes.

I loved them, their innocence,

their grace,

before the world had soured them.

I loved them.

I told you I was bad.

Why? Why did you write the letters?

Hopkiss said Daddy had killed Dr Black.
I had to protect him.

Why did Hopkiss have
to get you involved?

I don't think he meant to.

I just wanted to be alone,
and to think, about the engagement,

so I rode over to the chapel.

Walked in on him?
Black was already dead.

Paul said if I wanted to save Daddy
from being arrested, I should help.

He told me how Daddy had
killed Linda Grahame,

and what he...

What could I do?
It would all come out.

And what about you and me?
What was that?

Your way of getting close
to the investigation?

You didn't really think...

You're not one of us. No.

Black followed the
trail to the statue.

His next step would
have been to excavate,

with or without the
estate's permission.

That was something Paul
Hopkiss just couldn't allow.

He lured Black to the chapel.

With a promise of more information
on the king's ransom, like as not.

Whatever the pretext, it wasn't a
meeting Stephen Black would leave.

And the shooting at
the re-enactment?

It was a diversion to distract
people's attention from the chapel

while Hopkiss moved Dr Black's body.

I reckon he loaded one
or two of the muskets

in the hope that somebody
would have been hurt.

It's a hell of a gamble.

The whole enterprise was make do and mend,
ma'am, from start to finish,

ill-conceived, and poorly executed.

You never bought the love
letters though, did you?

No, ma'am. Too neat by half.

What about the treasure? Gone.
Well, if it ever existed.

Ma'am.

There's remains down
there right enough, sir,

in amongst the footings
of the old fountain.

Human, according to SOCO.
And we found this.

That looks familiar.

Linda Grahame's wearing it in one
of those photos at Black's house.

Better leave it with the SOCO.
Right, sir.

Is James all right? He'll mend.

Tell him well done.

I'll be sure to pass that along.

I'm going to hand in my papers.

Resign?

I compromised the investigation.

You made a mistake. You're human.

Not good enough.
Why do you have to be better?

What happened here...
You're not to blame for any of it.

Not then, not now.

As for handing in your papers,

if it's all the same to you...

Between us, we make
a not-bad detective.

I'm the brains, obviously.

Obviously.

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