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Why does he have to be so stupid?

"Be careful," I say a hundred times.

Just give him something to do.

Mr Barcroft, what can I do for you?

All on schedule, I hope, Nikolai?

It's all good. No problem.

Don't let me hold you up, then.

Are you OK, Raymond?

Mum?

Shit.

- Mum? - Get off me.

- What are you doing here? - Nice to see you too, Mum.

Right, you just stay there, yeah? I'm gonna put the kettle on.

Tripped on that bloody rug, didn't I?

Course you did.

Through that door.

Hold the door. Hold the door, please!

Can you open the door, please?

- You got your...? - Yeah, I left it in the car.

Hello?

Hello?

Sorry I'm late, sir.

I forgot my pass and some idiot wouldn't let me...

- Oh, hello. - DC Diane Fry?

DI Paul Hitchens. This is DS Todd Eland.

- Welcome to Edendale. - Thank you, sir.

You met DC Ben Cooper. Yeah?

Yeah. Just briefly.

There's no time to get settled in, I'm afraid.

Human remains have been found buried in the yard of a nearby farm.

So let me show you to the briefing room.

Yeah.

Sickeningly overqualified,

and yet she willingly swaps the bright lights of Leeds for Edendale.

- Yeah, but why? - I don't know.

Do us a favour, yeah? You find out.

- Ben? - Yeah?

- How's Isobel? - You know Mum - getting on with it.

Tracy Garnett. Intelligence officer. Welcome to the madhouse.

Right.

Firstly, I'd like to welcome Detective Constable Diane Fry

to the Greater Derbyshire Major Crimes Unit.

As you know, it's been difficult to fill the post of DC in these parts,

so I'm very grateful that Diane is here,

and I'm sure you'll all make her feel very welcome.

Now, Tanglewood Farm.

As you know, human remains have been found,

and SOCO are on site excavating to recover those remains.

Obviously, victim identification is the priority,

through DNA and checking if there's anything on the body

to see if we can get a name.

Todd has positive ID on the owner of the property.

Yep, er, Alex Barcroft.

But the farm has recently changed hands,

and it's estimated the burial predates the sale.

Previous owner is Raymond Carlisle,

70s, lives in Lowbridge Care Home.

He's been there about a year.

If the property has been empty for months,

then the body could have been brought in from outside

and, well, buried there.

Well, that's true, Diane,

but it's more likely a connection to the farm.

I want a full sweep, CCTV footage.

Who lived there? Who worked there? Everything.

You can work together with Ben on that.

Can't wait (!)

When will we get the initial forensics report on the body?

Well, why don't you, er,

hurry Dr Taylor along when you're up there?

Things take a little longer around here

in the Greater Derbyshire area, Diane,

but rest assured, this is a top priority.

And until we can prove otherwise, this case is a murder investigation.

Right.

- "Barrel." - It's a nickname.

- Take my car, yeah? - I'd prefer to drive.

Yeah, but you don't know where you're going.

Yeah, that's what satnavs are there for.

This time of day, town's gonna be gridlocked,

and I know the back roads, so...

Fine. Whatever.

Yeah. Wait, wait. OK, let's start again, yeah?

Hello. My name's Ben. Pleased to meet you.

What brings you to Edendale?

I've been paid by the government to expand the gene pool.

- Young Cooper. - Jesus.

Hello.

I wondered if it'd be you.

You know each other?

Aye, I used to play rugby with his dad.

Good player, Joe. Good copper, too.

- Your dad's in the force? - Was.

I take it you don't know the identity of the body, Mr Barcroft?

No. Sorry.

Estate agents forgot to mention any buried corpses.

If the builders hadn't ballsed up, they never would've found it.

Sorry, erm... S...

What do you mean?

Well, that trench, it's not in the plans.

- So who instructed...? - So why were they...?

- Ladies first. - Who told them to dig there, then?

I don't know.

No CCTV.

The Carlisles were a proud farming family.

You just wouldn't let a house get into a state like this.

It's weird.

This whole place stinks.

That's country life. You'll get used to that.

No, no, not that.

It smells like...

like ammonia.

Right. Let's check this farmhouse out.

Shouldn't we be heading to the crime scene?

Definitely a fixer-upper.

So, come on.

There must be some reason you moved all the way out here.

I just fancied a change.

In Leeds, there'd be half a dozen of us sweeping a house this size.

- How do you wanna do this? - Suspect is evasive.

Changes the subject.

It's not an interesting story, and we have work to do.

Let me guess, you saw an influencer growing veg.

You thought, "That's life affirming. I'll give that a go."

So you moved to the country, right?

If you'd like, I can show you the right way round to hold a shovel.

Thank you, but being in this job, I've been around plenty of tools.

We should be systematic.

So do you want to do downstairs and I'll start upstairs?

Let's just look around here.

Looks like the farm accounts.

They were haemorrhaging money.

Salt, nitre, long peppers and... ponie.

What the hell is ponie?

Probably just the wind.

What about that?

Looks like the owner didn't grow out of their teenage goth phase.

They were scared of something.

These signs are to ward off evil.

Special interest of yours, is it?

My mother's.

There's two of them.

If one of these is Raymond Carlisle...

..where's the brother?

Hey, hey!

Oi! Come here!

Stop!

Oi!

Come back!

Could have helped.

She's a person of interest. We need to get ID.

I already know who she is. Her name's Cara Doyle.

She's a regular customer.

Possession of drugs, shoplifting, the usual.

She was probably just squatting.

- You didn't think to say anything? - You were already out the door.

Impressive speed, by the way.

Can I help you, officers?

DC Diane Fry.

When can we get the initial findings?

What my colleague means, Dr Taylor,

is we'd very much like your first impressions

without you committing to any specifics at this early stage.

I see one male adult.

Advanced decay, so no fingerprints.

Forensic archaeologist estimates it's been there 12 to 18 months.

Raymond Carlisle was still living here back then.

Any ID on the body? Bank cards, driver's licence? No?

No. He was wearing that, though.

Mass produced, but might help with identification.

Severe premortem tooth decay,

so possible history of drug use, homelessness, or both.

Oh, there is one more thing.

His left hand is missing.

- How the hell does that happen? - I believe that's your job.

Thank you.

Nikolai Dudzik?

You own the company contracted to do the renovations.

My men are all legal. I check.

You're all right, we're not here for that.

The new owner says that there was no reason

for anybody to be digging in that area, is that right?

My foreman told the boy to dig the trench

to keep him out of the way.

Of all the places he could dig, he happens to hit a makeshift grave.

What are you saying?

I saw the body. It was in the ground a long time.

We've been here a few days.

At this stage, we're just trying to establish the facts, Mr Dudzik.

Here is a fact.

I should have turned the job down.

It's been one issue... then another.

Accident. Broken tools.

The place is cursed.

The carer says he gets confused easily.

Finding out what happened to his brother is a priority.

Raymond? It's Danielle.

Those police officers are here to see you.

Remember? I told you about 'em?

Hello, Mr Carlisle.

We'd like to talk to you about Tanglewood Farm.

Do you know it?

Course I know it.

It's my home.

Can you tell us if anyone's ever been buried on the farm?

Well... some animals maybe.

And what about people?

People? No.

Mr Carlisle...

..this is a picture of you and your brother, isn't it?

Yeah, that's right.

Me and Derek. Yeah.

Can you tell us what happened to Derek?

He...

He'll be looking after the farm.

No. No, Derek isn't there, Mr Carlisle.

He's not...?

No. No.

He left.

What do you mean, "he left"?

Walked out...

..years ago and not heard from him since.

Oh. You've been up there to the farm?

Stay away.

It's not safe.

He... He's not there any more.

He can't protect you. No.

Derek, you mean? Derek can't protect us?

Leave me alone!

- Get out! - It's all right.

Get out!

It's all right.

I don't know. He's pretty distressed.

Let's see what she says. Is he all right?

Raymond gets confused very easily.

He was already very poorly when I started volunteering.

He'd been in and out of hospital.

Can I ask what this is about?

I'm afraid we can't really discuss that.

Do you know of anyone else who was living with him at the farm?

I believe he was by himself up there.

He never has any visitors.

If that's everything?

Yeah, we'll be in touch if we need to speak to Mr Carlisle again.

I don't think that's a good idea.

We wouldn't be here if it wasn't important.

Thank you.

We should have pushed him a bit harder.

No need.

A fiver says the body belongs to this brother, Derek.

He left Edendale for a few years. Comes back out of the blue.

Wants his share of the farm. The two brothers start fighting.

And what about the tooth decay?

Juliana thought the victim was a drug user.

Maybe Derek's not that big on oral hygiene, I don't know.

Anyway, I'll get someone down here to DNA swab Raymond.

Fine.

First, I think we need to pay a visit to your regular customer.

She usually hangs out in this park.

Let me talk to her first, yeah?

All right, Cara?

Look...

Look, I'm not here to give you a hard time, all right?

It's just you might be able to help us with our enquiries.

- Why were you at Tanglewood Farm? - I wasn't.

- Come on, Cara. - Are you deaf? I wasn't there.

Look, I don't want to have to take you down to the police station...

OK, do it. Haven't done anything.

Illegal trespass at the very least.

And, you know, considering your history of drug...

Listen...

..we just need some information.

Fine.

Look, I've been crashing there a few weeks, that's all.

Got kicked out of my flat. Needed somewhere to sleep.

When the builders turned up,

the big fella and Nikolai said I could stay

so long as I kept out the way.

OK.

Did you see what happened there earlier?

Judging by the freaks in paper suits,

I'm guessing it wasn't a dead pig they found.

What about the man that lived there? Raymond Carlisle?

Do you know him or his brother, Derek?

Never met them.

What? I swear.

All right, go on.

- You believe her, do you? - Ah, she's a good kid.

Just trapped.

So, what are we gonna do now?

Cos Hitchens is gonna want some progress.

Well, let's hope for a DNA match.

Until then, we need to find out everything we can

about Raymond Carlisle.

Erm, first day tradition.

That's kind, but no, thanks.

I'm not really a cake person.

All the more for the rest of us. Here.

- Er... - Nice.

Er, right, well, a few of us are going for a drink after work...

I've got plans, so... Thank you, though.

That's a shame.

I'll leave it in the break room in case you change your mind.

Who doesn't like cake?

Listen, we're a close team here.

You might wanna make an effort, you know?

I like to keep my work and private life separate.

- Thank you very much. - All right.

Anyway, come and look at this.

Oh, Raymond was cautioned for the use of red diesel.

Now, red diesel is...

Cheap fuel for tractors, boats, stuff like that.

Illegal for road use. Yes, I know.

That chemical smell on the farm,

what if it wasn't just using red diesel,

but was laundering it and selling it on?

- Possible. - I mean, it's good money.

Gets in with bad people, something goes wrong.

Says the reporting officer is Sergeant Roy Palfreyman.

He's retired now, but I know where to find him.

Diane, any news on our victim?

No ID yet, sir, but I think we might actually have a new lead.

Mm. Good. Getting on all right with Ben?

Yeah. He's making me feel right at home, sir.

Excellent.

I'll let you get on with it, then.

Right at home, eh?

The flat smells like rats and mould, so yeah.

They must really miss you in Leeds.

So, this is The Ram.

Oh, erm... It's quaint.

Mm. Beer's crap. The food's not much better, so...

So you get it all to yourselves? No locals bothering you?

Exactly. There's your man.

You hear about the body up at Tanglewood?

I might be retired,

but nothing happens on my old patch without me knowing.

Hello, Roy.

Who's this?

DC Diane Fry.

- Not from Edendale, then? - No.

We were wondering what you could tell us about Raymond Carlisle.

I know you picked him up a few years back.

Ah. Odd ones, the Carlisles.

Looked alike, yeah, but talk about chalk and cheese.

- Didn't get on, then? - Fought like cat and dog.

Even more when the farm went south. Blamed each other.

I got a phone call from Raymond one day.

He was in a state.

They'd had a row.

Derek had beaten him senseless, broke his jaw.

So, I gave Derek a choice.

Said I wouldn't nick him

as long as he left Edendale and never came back.

The last time I saw him - ten year ago.

Right, so Raymond ran the farm on his own, then?

Aye, well, he got a farm hand in, tried his best till he got sick.

Could Raymond have been laundering red diesel on Tanglewood?

We know organised criminal networks are getting involved in the trade.

You know, someone found out, he shut them up. Wh...?

What's so funny?

Sorry, just the thought of Raymond Carlisle as some big gangster.

Trust me, he don't have it in him. He never has.

But it could be a possibility?

It was a routine check at a cattle market.

Half the farmers round here got caught out.

I made sure they just got a slap on the wrist.

- Sorry, why would you do that? - Look around you, love.

The farmers are all struggling

to make ends meet.

They got all this perfectly good diesel lying around.

Can you blame 'em?

Dr Taylor.

'You need to come back to the farm.'

Right. Yep, be right there.

Anything on our victim?

Wisdom teeth fully developed.

Epiphyseal plates only partially fused.

I'd say early 20s.

Not Derek Carlisle, then?

Actually, that's not why I called.

While we were excavating the remains, we found something.

- Was it the hand? - No.

It's another body.

But this one's missing a head.

They found something else.

I told you... you have nothing to worry about.

Because when I do a job, I do it properly.

More evidence has been discovered.

We just need Mr Carlisle to share what he knows.

It's crucial that we don't disrupt their schedules.

We understand.

He's always better when he's gardening.

Seems more himself.

How are you getting on, Raymond?

Hello. We met yesterday, Mr Carlisle.

We, erm...

We don't want to cause you any distress, but we have to ask...

..were you aware that human remains were buried on Tanglewood Farm?

What do you mean, remains?

We found bodies buried in the yard.

One missing a hand, one missing a head.

I understand that you employed a farm hand.

Farm hand? No, just me and Derek.

No, this would be after Derek left.

I said not to take him.

Take who, Mr Carlisle?

Billy. I told Derek to leave him be.

Who's Billy, Mr Carlisle?

Did Billy work on the farm?

I don't know. Dead before I were born.

We kept him in the house. He protected us.

Derek wanted rid.

He got the copper to help.

The... They were... They were both gone.

I'll be gone too... soon.

Don't talk like that, Raymond.

Any day now. You'll see.

Mr Carlisle...

- I'm sorry. Raymond isn't well. - Yeah, we just need to...

It's OK. I think we got what we came for.

Thank you.

Thank you, Mr Carlisle.

Er, is there a... is there a problem?

Cos you've not spoke to me since Lowbridge.

Yes, there is a problem.

You undermined me back then. "We got what we came for"?

- He didn't tell us anything. - That's not true.

- He told us who Billy was. - When?

Have you ever heard of a screaming skull?

- A what? - A screaming skull.

It's a mummified human head.

Very funny, Cooper (!)

No, listen to me, I'm not joking. Hear me out.

You remember Raymond said Billy was dead

but they kept him in the house, right?

Well, around here, people used to tell stories

about Screaming Billy, Edendale's very own screaming skull.

They used to frighten kids with it at Halloween.

"Get to bed or Screaming Billy's gonna get you."

And I think that's what Raymond was going on about.

You're saying Billy is just an old skull?

- So the headless skeleton...? - Probably just the rest of him.

Oh, this takes me back.

Fond memories.

The barmaid at The Ram passed on your message,

said you want to speak to me again?

Yeah. Yeah, we had another question for you.

What do you know about Screaming Billy?

Ha. Billy?

I was wondering when we'd get round to him.

Yeah, well, we've been to see Mr Carlisle.

Right, well...

A year or so before Derek Carlisle left Edendale,

he turned up on my doorstep with a wooden box.

He asked me if I would dispose of the contents.

Here.

- This is Screaming Billy, I take it? - Aye.

Horrible old thing. Skin like old boot leather.

I didn't see any need for a fuss.

It was clearly ancient, like a holy relic,

so I gave it to the vicar down at St Josephine's.

He buried it in the churchyard in an unmarked grave.

And this vicar can confirm that, yeah?

Oh, aye, he could.

Only he's buried in the churchyard an' all nowadays.

You didn't report the discovery of unidentified human remains?

Look at it.

Belongs in a museum,

not being dissected by some pathologist.

Thank you for your time, Mr Palfreyman.

Please. Roy.

You're a good lad.

I meant to get in touch with you after what happened.

Don't worry about it. Thanks again.

Right, well, I'll be off, then. You know where to find me.

See you, Roy.

Right.

The second headless body cannot be Derek Carlisle

because Derek gave Roy the head.

So it's this Billy person, then.

How are we gonna get a proper ID?

I think I might know someone who could ID him for us.

Just a heads up, she can be a bit... temperamental.

Sorry, love, it's not a good time.

I've got Mrs Gill in there.

Oh. Who's this?

Mum, this is DC Diane Fry.

- Diane, this is my mum. - Hiya, Mrs Cooper.

Oh, call me Isobel. I'm delighted to meet you.

I'll get rid of Mrs Gill. She's a miserable old sow anyway.

She's trying to contact the dead?

More about seeing the future.

Some people find it comforting.

- You all right, Mum? - Yeah.

Can you give me a hand here, love? These books have gone everywhere.

Give us a sec.

What have you done now?

You can just leave them there.

I'll pick them up later. OK?

Thank you. Right.

So, screaming skulls have been found all over the country.

Found under floorboards, bricked up in walls.

They belong to people whose spirits are so rooted

in a place that they refuse to leave, even after they die.

Right. Let's see.

OK, here it is.

"Screaming skulls offer luck

"and protection to all living residents.

"But if the head is removed from a property,

"ill fortune befalls all who live there.

"Furthermore, whoever took the skull is cursed to die within the year."

Er, any idea who this Billy is or when he might have died?

Your grandmother used to say that Billy was a soldier

who took his own life after he returned from the war.

My guess is whoever buried him up there

would be long dead themselves now.

Can I borrow that, Mum?

Sure.

Thank you.

OK, I think I know what happened to the missing hand.

Take a criminal's left hand,

you preserve it in certain ingredients,

make a candle out of it.

Got a hand of glory.

That is disgusting.

Light the candle, and hey presto, you disappear.

Disappear?

Yeah, it means you go undetected by anyone.

Look, here.

It says that criminals used hands of glory

so their evil deeds went undetected.

You have no evidence this hand was taken for that reason.

But I do. Look at this.

Where are we? There.

"Take a felon's left hand,

"put it into a vessel with nitre, salt and long peppers.

"Then make a candle from virgin wax, sesame and ponie,

"with a wick made from the felon's hair."

Recognise those ingredients?

Exactly what I found in the kitchen at Tanglewood Farm.

Thank you very much.

Right, so, we have two victims, both missing body parts

associated with occult artefacts.

The ingredients for making those same artefacts

we found at the farm, along with apotropaic markings.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You what?

It's magic to ward off evil. It's what a screaming skull does.

Hands of glory conceal criminal activities.

I'm aware of the folklore,

but how does this help to ID our victim?

Well, I would wager that the first victim

is probably a known criminal.

Hands of glory can only be made from convicted felons.

And Victim B probably has the first name Billy,

maybe an ex-soldier.

What do you make of this hypothesis, Diane?

This is an area of special interest for Ben.

So maybe his enthusiasm is getting the better of him.

But in my opinion, people are more likely to murder

for money than magic.

My thoughts exactly.

Well, speaking of money, Diane,

the number crunchers have had a look at that ledger you found.

And there are payments from the farm's new owner, Barcroft,

to Raymond Carlisle that predate the sale.

Todd.

Ooh.

Right, so, Diane wins that round.

Er, go find out what Barcroft was paying Carlisle for.

Will do, Sarge.

What was I supposed to say?

Go on, get in! Go on!

Get in, you daft things!

Oh, you daft buggers.

Ah, morning, young Cooper.

- Ah, just Cooper or Ben's fine. - Aye.

We've got some questions for you, if that's all right?

Aye, yeah. Come on.

A second body?

No.

Anything I can do, just let me know.

Raymond Carlisle's financial record shows several large payments

received from yourself over the last few years.

Aye, they were... they were loans.

What for?

Well, Tanglewood was in a bit of a state.

Raymond's bills were piling up, so I offered to help.

So you'll have records of these loans, then?

Ah, somewhere.

Though to be honest, it were more of a gentlemen's agreement.

I find it strange that you'd hand over thousands

in unsecured loans to a rival business

out of the goodness of your own heart.

All right, I admit it. You got me.

I might have had an ulterior motive.

Look, I knew Raymond was getting on.

No children, no family to pass the farm on to.

It's only a matter of time before Tanglewood would be up for sale.

- So in return for the loans, you... - I got first refusal.

Oh, it's good land.

I knew I could expand the place,

develop Tanglewood into a private residence...

..and make a tidy profit.

Roy Palfreyman said Mr Carlisle employed someone to help him out

on the farm, like a labourer.

I don't suppose you know who that is?

There were no records at the farm,

and, well, Mr Carlisle wasn't very forthcoming.

I know who you're talking about.

Though he were more than a labourer, from what I understand.

- More like a farm manager. - So, you met him?

Aye. So have you.

Why didn't you tell us you'd been farm manager at Tanglewood?

What, and now you're a construction manager there?

That's a bit coincidental, isn't it?

When did you start working at Tanglewood Farm?

The first time, with Raymond Carlisle.

Maybe eight years ago.

So you could have been there when Victim A was buried,

even though you told us you'd only been there a few days?

I told you, I know nothing about those bodies.

- Why'd you leave Tanglewood? - To set up my business.

That's what I did before I come to England.

I'm not a farmer.

Mr Carlisle hired me only because I was cheap.

But I just did what he told me.

Fix tractor, mend fence.

- Take animals to slaughter. - Bury corpses?

I'd never hurt anybody.

That's not what I asked.

Did you ever meet Mr Carlisle's brother?

No.

He never mentioned a brother.

What about Billy?

Billy?

I don't know.

Sometimes, we'd get in seasonal workers.

A few days, a few weeks. They come, they go.

OK. How do you know Cara Doyle?

Because I'll tell you this, she seems to know a lot about you.

You let her sleep on the farm.

Isn't that right, Nikolai? Yeah?

- What did you ask for in return? - Not that.

I have a daughter back in Poland.

Everything I do is for her.

Cara reminded me of my Nadia, so I let her stay at the farm.

But I warned her...

..there is evil on that farm.

Evil? What do you mean by evil?

Two bodies, you said?

To sin once is natural. A mistake.

But to commit that sin again?

Evil.

- You talk to the police? - No.

I didn't tell them anything.

Where are we going?

There is something I have to do.

Nikolai, what are we doing here?

Stay in the car.

- Feeling a bit rough this morning? - Fine.

You got here quickly, Doctor.

You know us pathologists, like vultures, we can smell death.

He was found by a couple out running.

Based on body temperature and rigour,

I'd say he's been here all night.

No weapon.

Got a shell casing, though.

.22 caliber. Most likely a hunting rifle.

I don't fancy our chances of finding any witnesses.

SOCOs discovered his vehicle at the edge of the woods.

Ben.

Looks like Mr Dudzik had company recently.

So, as you know, we now have another body to deal with.

Nikolai Dudzik shot in Hogtail Woods.

On the plus side, he's not missing any body parts,

so we don't need to worry about being hexed

by Devil's Kneecap or something.

Safe to say, this case is unusual,

so it's no surprise that the local press

have taken an interest.

And it won't be long before the nationals are far behind.

I want, at the end of the day, to be able to report

that we've made concrete progress.

Ben, Diane, stay on the Tanglewood Farm bodies.

Nikolai's death has to be connected somehow.

- Anything else? - Yes.

We've just had the soil analysis results

from Tanglewood Farm,

but it doesn't state on the email who ordered them.

Soil analysis?!

Oh, come on. Come on.

Who's been wasting our limited resources

ordering expensive tests?

Er, me, sir.

You better have a bloody good reason.

- You write them off now, yeah? - Yeah, I mean...

Any results yet on the hair from Nikolai's van?

Earliest we'll get the DNA results back will be tomorrow morning.

In the meantime, I do want to buy you

a welcome to Edendale drink.

Erm, sounds like a plan.

Erm, Ben, you're in, right?

Sure.

So, are you sorted with somewhere to stay or...?

- A flat in town. It'll do for now. - Oh. All right.

Just you, is it?

Gonna drag some fella out here, t'middle of nowhere?

Just me.

How long are you staying? A few months? Years?

I hadn't really thought that far ahead, so...

No, no, no.

You seem like the type who has a plan.

Just gonna take it day by day.

Mm.

I need a drink.

Thanks for coming.

I didn't really know the whole etiquette

cos we didn't do the after-work-drinks thing in Leeds.

And thanks for covering for me today.

Soil analysis.

In Leeds, that would be considered best practice.

No, I get it.

And partners should have each other's backs, right?

Yeah. Look...

I am sorry about that.

I should have backed you up with Hitchens yesterday.

It's all right.

What are those?

Corn dollies.

My gran used to say the spirit of the corn lived inside them

during the winter.

And in the spring, they were buried in the ground

and brought the spirit back to life.

Right.

People around here like their traditions.

Yeah, I'm starting to notice.

Why don't we talk about summat else? Erm...

OK.

What are you really doing in Edendale?

Cos we don't get many coppers coming here cos they fancy a break.

It's tricky to get noticed in Leeds,

so I thought I'd make my mark out here in the sticks.

Is that so? Hm, OK.

Well, you might be a good city copper,

but this rural policing's... harder than it looks.

Mm.

Look, it's different for you cos...

you got to learn everything from your dad.

Why didn't you say Barrel was your old man?

I mean, actually, I should have guessed

cos Cooper means barrel maker, doesn't it? So...

What happened?

And you are more than welcome to tell me to mind my own business.

Yeah, do that.

Right, Benny boy,

let's, you and me, show this lass how we drink in the country.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Oh, just let me come around and show you my pouring skills.

I'm very good.

Will he be all right getting home?

The road tilts towards his front door. He'll be fine.

That pint's been there all night, surprised it didn't get necked.

It's another local tradition. Don't worry about it.

All right?

Yeah, it's just a mate seeing if I settled in all right.

There you are. That's for you. Your expensive tests.

Thank you.

You do know that all those have agricultural uses, don't you?

I used to work on my grandparents' farm.

All right. Hydrogen peroxide, that's hair bleach.

Added to feed to help fibre digestion.

- Phenylacetic acid, then? - I don't know, probably a fertiliser.

You've a visitor at front desk, Ben. It's Alex Barcroft.

OK. Cheers, Tracy.

Listen, all I'm saying is it's not Leeds, right?

You waste money on stuff like that,

you're gonna have Hitchens on your back.

- Get it. Thanks. - All right.

I go away for 24 hours,

and I come back, and my builder's gone AWOL.

And then I find a note from him

saying that he's been dragged in here by you lot.

- So what's going on? - You haven't heard, have you?

Heard what?

- Don't worry, it's not cake. - Oh, I can see that.

Chicken soup.

Eat it, it'll make you feel better.

- And two decongestants, yeah? - Thank you. That's very kind.

You're welcome.

We're a small team, so we need everyone fighting fit.

Thank you.

- Tracy, can I ask you summat? - Yeah, sure.

How did Ben's dad die?

I mean, judging by the medal,

I'm assuming it was in the line of duty.

Er, yeah.

Erm, Joe Cooper was found beside his car

out at Boggart's Bridge outside of town, beaten to death.

Did they find out who did it?

Well, must have suspects, at least.

Too many. I mean, Joe Cooper put so many criminals behind bars.

Listen, tread carefully, OK?

Ben gets stopped most days by old dears offering condolences,

and he has to walk past that plaque outside.

Can't even go to the pub without being reminded.

- The pint on the bar. - Mm-hm.

The first copper in the bar each night buys a beer for Joe Cooper.

For all he knows, the killer's still walking around Edendale.

Makes it hard to move on. Now, eat your soup.

Thank you.

What happened?

Well, I can't discuss an active case,

but we are treating it as suspicious.

- Are you saying he was murdered? - Like I said, I can't discuss it.

Come on, young Cooper, it's me. Hey?

Your dad used to tell me all sorts about what was going on down here.

I know, and as soon as I have some news,

you'll be the first to know, I promise.

Make sure you do.

- What a mess, hey? - Ta.

Pseudoephedrine nasal decongestant.

How much do you know about decongestants?

Why, are you putting together a pub quiz team?

Most decongestants used to contain pseudoephedrine.

They took it out cos criminals could use it to make crystal meth.

So they had to use another method

involving methylamine and phenylacetic acid,

both chemicals found in the soil analysis.

That is why the farm stank of chemicals.

- I bet Nikolai was involved. - Whoa, hang on a minute, right?

Like most towns, we have our fair share of users, but a meth lab?

Come on.

All the other chemicals are also compatible with drugs manufacture.

No, I am telling you,

someone was making crystal meth on Tanglewood Farm.

Should we tell Hitchens?

There's something you should see.

Shh.

Right, so, I did an ANPR search on Nikolai Dudzik's car.

Got a hit, so I checked CCTV footage.

Shows up on West Street here the day before yesterday.

He said his daughter was back in Poland.

No, that's... that's not his daughter.

- Bring it back a bit. - OK.

That's Cara Doyle. Does Sarge know about this?

No, not yet. He's gone back up to Hogtail Woods.

Hitchens said we need to stay on the Tanglewood Farm bodies.

Like the man said, it's all connected.

No!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, listen to me. Hey, hey, hey. Hey!

Calm down. All right? Calm down.

You need to come with us because of what happened with Nikolai.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

You're coming with us.

Ben.

- Yes? - Look at that.

That's my private stuff.

Now, we know you was with Nikolai the day before yesterday.

You were seen on CCTV cameras in Edendale town centre.

Why were you in Nikolai's van?

We found your hair on the headrest,

so we'll have the DNA evidence to prove that you were there.

We also found Nikolai's wallet in your bag.

Forensics will show a residue of the gunshot on your skin and clothes.

I gotta be honest with you, Cara,

it's not looking good for you right now.

- I didn't kill him. - But you were there, right?

OK. New question.

Can you tell me who he is?

Just some fella I met. I can't remember his name.

Are you sure about that?

Cos you look really comfortable, so boyfriend?

Family, then?

Why do you care?

Cara, a body was found at Tanglewood Farm.

Two bodies, actually. You were staying up at the farm.

I told you, I don't know anything.

We have reason to believe the first body belongs to that man.

Why would you think that?

This crucifix was taken from you when you were arrested.

This crucifix, which is identical, was found with the body.

No. No, it's not him. It can't be. Nikolai said it wasn't him.

What's his name, Cara?

- He lied to me. - Tell us who he is.

Cara, don't you wanna find out what happened to him?

It's Tommy. He's my brother.

Got given these by our foster mum.

Me and Tommy came over from Dublin together.

Tommy got in with this gang, dealing.

He started using. We both did.

Meth?

Tommy owed the gang money. Lots of it.

Told me he'd found a way to pay them back.

Working up at Tanglewood, making meth for this gang?

He'd come home stinking of chemicals.

Then, one day, he just vanished.

Did you ever contact the police, Cara?

Like you lot would care.

Do you think you could identify any of the members of this organisation?

Only Nikolai.

He told me, "Tommy, he walked out one day and didn't come back."

And I was stupid enough to believe him.

Why were you in Nikolai's van the other day?

He saw me on the street,

said I could crash at his for the night.

And then I was supposed to leave Edendale.

Why?

He told me it's not safe for me here.

I fell asleep, and...

when I woke up, we were by the woods.

Nik wandered off.

That's when I nabbed his wallet.

Habit, I guess.

Then I heard the gunshot.

Did you see anyone else up there?

I was scared. I got out of the van, and I ran.

So, as far as we know, Victim A is Tommy Doyle.

He worked on Tanglewood Farm, probably making meth.

He was killed somehow and buried without his hand.

Victim B was older,

possibly this Billy chap, who died on the farm in the distant past.

The head was removed,

it was kept at the property until it was given to Roy Palfreyman,

who had it buried in a local churchyard.

We also have Nikolai Dudzik,

farm manager turned builder, shot in the woods.

Thoughts?

I don't believe Cara shot Nikolai.

She's a mess, but she's not a killer.

Yeah, but we should wait for forensics before we make that call.

So, we know Raymond believed in the power of the screaming skull...

..because he didn't want his brother to remove Billy from the farm.

So, if Raymond was involved in this meth business,

wouldn't he also believe

that a hand of glory would keep his crimes hidden?

Where are you going with this?

Raymond had the ingredients to make a hand of glory.

So if we find it, and if the hand belongs to Tommy...

Ah, it would prove Raymond Carlisle was involved in Tommy's death.

Mm.

Ooh.

Hypothetically speaking, if you're right, and I'm not saying you are,

wouldn't Raymond get rid of the hand when he moved out?

No, no, it was protecting him. He wouldn't have destroyed it.

He went to the trouble of sawing off a man's hand,

so he would have kept it safe.

OK, then, so where is it?

It's hidden. It's hidden in here somewhere.

Trust me, it is more likely

he probably threw it out in the incinerator round the back,

got rid of the evidence before he left.

That's it.

- What? - Fire.

That book mentioned a hall in Leeds where a hand of glory was discovered

in a nook above a fireplace.

Apparently, the smoke disguised the smell.

Go on, then.

OK.

This belonged to Derek Carlisle.

So Derek left Edendale without his watch or his wallet.

I don't think he left at all.

OK. Thank you, Dr Taylor. That's very helpful.

Still running tests,

but she's saying the remains of Victim B

fit the age and build of Derek Carlisle.

And it's feasible that he's only been down there for ten years.

It's a shallow grave, it's damp, which accelerates decay,

and it makes the skeleton look much older.

So not some century-old soldier named Billy, then?

None of this makes any sense.

The headless body can't belong to Derek Carlisle

because Palfreyman told us that Derek gave him the head.

Then there's only one explanation.

Palfreyman must be lying.

Right, so, before he took early retirement,

Roy Palfreyman had a disciplinary case opened against him.

I remember the rumours. What was he accused of again?

Abuse of authority and criminal conduct

in relation to the Bribery Act 2010.

I knew he was corrupt.

Doesn't mean he'd cover up a murder, though.

Why not?

Maybe Raymond Carlisle made it worth his while.

Said, "It's the peanuts, they're complimentary."

Oh, here we go.

Just because I'm retired, don't mean I'm not busy.

- Yeah, you look it - Sorry to disturb you again.

Just one or two things we need to clarify.

Like what?

We've reason to believe that Derek Carlisle didn't leave Edendale

and that he never gave you that head.

How would you figure that? I showed you the photograph.

I mean, you could've got it off of the internet, for all we know.

And why would I do a thing like that?

The headless body found at Tanglewood

wasn't some relic from generations past.

It was buried around ten years ago, the same time Derek disappeared.

- So? - So did Raymond kill his brother

and then pay you off to help cover it up?

What would your dad say to all this, eh?

Accusing a fellow cop. Without evidence, I might add.

He'd tell you to answer the question.

Come on.

Not the first time your ethics have been called into question, is it?

I take it you jumped before you were pushed.

Don't you think you're missing the obvious here? Hm?

Not that I'd tell you how to do your job.

All right, then, humour us.

Oh, I don't know,

a couple of fine young police officers like yourselves,

I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually if you work together.

After all, two heads are better than one, hey?

Now, unless you're intending to arrest me,

I'm gonna ask you to get lost.

- Roy. - Hey...

that's Mr Palfreyman to you, lad. Now, piss off.

What do you think he meant, then?

Lying through his teeth, obviously.

We just need to prove it.

No, he was right.

We're missing something.

But what are we missing?

I've been a fool.

"Two heads are better than one."

Two heads are better than one. We need to go back to Lowbridge.

Well, I don't care about your protocols.

Mr Carlisle?

Mr Carlisle, we'd like to have a look around,

- if that's all right with you. - If you don't want them to...

Yeah, well, we'd just get a warrant, so...

When you told us you'd be gone any day now, what did you mean?

Like I told you, Raymond has been in and out...

It's been 12 months since you left Tanglewood.

Is that right?

DC Fry, can you tell us what happens

when you remove a screaming skull from its home, please?

Yeah, you're "cursed to die within the year".

This is ridiculous.

Mr Carlisle, do we have your consent to search this room?

Do what you like. It won't change anything.

Are any of Mr Carlisle's stuff kept elsewhere?

Everything should be here.

He didn't bring much with him -

just some clothes, a few personal items.

- Cooper! - Yes.

- Cooper. - Yeah?

We're gonna have to open this, Mr Carlisle.

Before we do, is there anything you'd like to tell us?

Open it.

DCI Ben Cooper and Diane Fry interviewing Raymond Carlisle

with legal representation.

Finally, Mrs Danielle Entwhistle is present

at Raymond Carlisle's request to act as an appropriate adult.

Let's proceed.

Mr Carlisle, we have reason to believe that the illegal production

of crystal methamphetamines was taking place on Tanglewood Farm.

Now, this would have been while it was still under your ownership.

I don't even know what that is.

Let's try another one, Mr Carlisle.

The head that we found in your room, who did it belong to?

We believe the skull recovered from your room

belonged to your brother, Derek Carlisle.

DNA tests are underway to confirm this.

How did your brother die, Raymond?

He slipped on the stairs, broke his neck.

I weren't anywhere near him.

Our colleagues did a preliminary examination

of the skull found in your possession.

There are fractures on the rear section

of the right parietal bone,

consistent with being hit on the back of the head

with a blunt object.

Families can be difficult, can't they, Raymond?

Even people who are supposed to love each other can cause so much pain.

Why don't you tell us what really happened to your brother?

No, no.

I killed him, but it was self-defence.

He said he was going to get his gun.

H-He told me he wouldn't be forced out of his own farm.

I panicked.

I hit him on the head with a skillet.

So I buried him in the yard.

Except for the head.

I needed to lift the curse.

Things had been bad since Terry got rid of Billy.

"Billy" being a screaming skull

kept on the property prior to your brother's death?

That's right. The farm needed protection.

And what about the drugs, Mr Carlisle?

He told me we were making our own fertilisers

and pesticides and such to save money.

Who told you that, Raymond?

Oh, what's his name?

Er, Nikolai.

Did Mr Nikolai Dudzik threaten you, force you to keep quiet?

No, he weren't a bad lad.

Just trying to make a better life.

Not pure greed, like some people.

We've been trying to figure out

why you'd take the head with you, Raymond.

Because it would mean you were cursed, right?

To die within the year,

and that the farm was cursed, your family home.

Anybody else moving into the farm, you wouldn't want them to be happy.

Is that right?

No.

Then why did you take it, Raymond?

B-Because...

..he's my brother.

Thank you.

Well?

They've shipped him back to Lowbridge

while the CPS decide what to do with him.

Anything in the PM for Tommy Doyle?

No, just some bone splintering in the wrist where the hand's missing.

Splintering?

I mean, that's the kind of injury you see in soldiers

or victims of industrial accidents.

The chances are he lost his hand in an explosion

whilst making meth at Tanglewood.

Well, even if he did,

we can't be sure that that was the cause of death.

But maybe that's a reason why Nikolai shut everything down.

Didn't want people coming round asking questions.

Who killed Nikolai, then? A rival gang?

No, he's out of the game. There's no point.

Right.

Remember when Raymond was talking about Nikolai?

He said he wasn't greedy, like some people.

What if there was someone else involved in the meth lab

who didn't want Nikolai talking,

who knew Raymond had been arrested?

So they get a lawyer in, a lawyer that Raymond can't afford

because he's got no relatives, he's got no money.

I don't know.

Hang on a minute.

No, it can't...

- What? - Have a look.

That's a bit above and beyond for a volunteer.

Too much of a stretch, the carer?

I mean, every time we turned up at the care home,

she did try to get rid of us.

She did not want us poking around, that's for sure.

Follow me.

Trace, do you know a Danielle Entwhistle,

works up at Lowbridge?

Danielle? Oh, Danni, yeah.

Our Jimmy was seeing her years back. Before she were married, of course.

So Entwhistle is her married name?

Yeah. She'd be Danielle...

..Barcroft.

Alex Barcroft's daughter. Thanks, Trace.

Right.

So you think that Alex Barcroft is the mastermind behind the meth lab,

and that he hired Dudzik to run it?

Exactly that, sir.

According to the manager at Lowbridge,

Danielle started volunteering

only after Raymond Carlisle had arrived there,

said that her father's successful business

allowed her to give something back to the community.

She immediately latched on to Raymond,

paid him a lot of attention.

Now, we think she was originally sent there

by her dad to groom Raymond,

you know, persuade him to sell them Tanglewood Farm.

Well, I thought that's what the money was for -

first refusal to buy the farm.

That's what Alex Barcroft told us.

Now, we believe those payments were in fact bribes

to allow him to manufacture meth on Tanglewood.

I don't know. I mean, why not use his own farm?

Meth production contaminates the land.

Poisons leach into the soil.

Put it this way - you wouldn't want it in your back garden.

I've checked Alex Barcroft's company accounts,

and he generates more income per land

than any other farm in the county.

We think he was laundering drug money on his farm

and used that money to buy Tanglewood.

But this is all circumstantial.

I mean, have you got anything concrete?

Let us have a search warrant for Mr Barcroft's farm.

- Then we will find you something, sir. - No. No.

Stake out the farm.

And if he moves anywhere, follow him.

I'll give you 48 hours to come up with some actual evidence.

Yes, sir.

Do you want me to take over for a bit?

- No, no. I'm good. - Right.

Do you not miss Leeds?

- Yeah and no. - Mm.

I miss the shops.

No, I miss being able to get whatever food I want

whenever I want.

And I really miss proper fried chicken.

What about family? Friends?

- Nah, I'm... I'm fine by myself. - Right.

Fair enough.

Aw, now I'm really hungry.

Yeah, me too.

Look! He's moving.

- That's a dead end. - It must go somewhere.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

I'm going on foot. Don't want him to see us coming.

Shouldn't we call for back-up first?

Let's just go check it out.

You don't wanna get Hitchens out of his bed at this time in the morning.

Place looks abandoned.

Let's just keep our heads down, yeah?

Whoa.

He must have moved the meth lab here after the explosion at Tanglewood.

Let's call it in.

Drop your phone.

Both of you.

What's the plan, Danielle?

We're going for a walk.

Up there.

Up against the wall.

Danielle, whatever your dad's got you involved in,

you don't have to do this, you know.

Dad?!

You think he's got the imagination for all this?

If it was up to him, we'd still be living on government hand-outs.

Are you saying this was all your idea?

Call it diversification.

It was that or bankruptcy.

I'm building a future here!

And I won't let you take that away from me.

Danielle...

Danielle, listen to me. Think about what you're doing.

You're not gonna kill two police officers.

What's the alternative? Jail?

I know you haven't called this in.

With you two gone,

we'll have the time to clean up and clear out.

Danielle!

Move!

Go, go, go. Go.

Split up! Split up! Hide in there. Hide in there.

I'm gonna draw him away.

- You're gonna call for back-up, yes? - Yeah.

Get out of here, Danielle.

Argh!

You can't run forever.

There's no way out, lad.

Shit!

Might as well get this over with.

Alex...

I can't let you put my little girl in jail.

Please, I am a police officer.

Please. You don't need to do this.

You brought this on yourself, young Cooper.

You didn't call for back-up, then.

I got distracted.

Pass me your cuffs.

Where are yours?

We know Tommy Doyle was a user.

Did he help himself to some of the merchandise?

And you felt the need to make an example of him?

- No comment. - Bit medieval, isn't it?

Cutting off a man's hand for stealing.

No comment.

We know Danielle was in charge.

Did she authorise the murder of Tommy Doyle?

No, that were an accident.

No...

The lad, he got careless.

The vat overheated.

It exploded and blew his hand clean off.

He bled out before anyone could call an ambulance.

Doesn't mean she's not responsible.

Nikolai was the one who buried him.

No wonder he got cold feet.

You know, the rifle you threatened us with

was the same type as the one that killed Mr Dudzik.

Couldn't let him rat you out, could you?

The only question is - who pulled the trigger?

No comment.

Forensics can work miracles, Danielle.

Gunshot residue on skin and clothes.

Danielle knew nothing about it. It were me. I shot him.

He told you that, did he?

Fine.

He wanted to take care of it himself,

make himself useful.

What does it matter now?

You know, we're just the same as every other farm out there -

trying to survive.

We are the beating heart of this bloody country,

and you would have us on our knees begging for scraps

or turning our farms into damned eco reserves.

I think that's all we need for now.

Hey, hey.

- Hey. - Well done, you two.

- Well done. - Good job, guys.

Two mystery corpses identified, three unlawful deaths solved,

and a major drugs op taken down.

You two, you make a good team. Well done.

- Thank you, sir. - Thank you.

- Your father's son. - Thank you.

Planning to stick around, then?

Why not?

I could think of worse places to be stationed.

It was brave what you did back there.

Your dad would be proud.

I don't know about that.

He'd had torn a strip off me for not calling for back-up first,

like you said we should.

But thank you.

Not gonna get that?

No, it's probably just my old partner

checking I haven't been trampled to death by a cow yet.

- Pint? - Er, no, not tonight.

I should check on Mum, but thank you.

- Say hi from me. - Will do.

- I'll see you tomorrow, yeah? - Bye.

Mum?

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