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Now, I've asked you once.

Don't make me ask you again.

What can I do for you?

Let's start with you forging your father's paintings,

and we'll go from there, shall we?

You mean my mum could have been originally from here

and went to the Rutland estate to have me?

- A Reverso? - Yeah, that's right.

It was a wedding gift from Jane.

These men, nicknamed the scallywags, were a secret army.

There's going to be a demonstration

outside the hospital later.

It's just going to make trouble.

He is all alone,

and the one person that he wants

in his corner has...

Abandoned him.

Not easily. He was in the water a while.

Right.

Do you want to tell me again what happened?

Uh, I was out early, checking the traps.

Rabbits and such.

I saw something in the water.

I realized, so I dragged him out.

Right.

Um, if you'd like to go with the officer,

we'll need to take a swab and your clothes for testing.

Picking up another lens.

Someone cut his throat.

- Like Anthony? - Similar.

No sign of a fight.

Single wound like before.

More slash, though. Less stab.

That's awful.

Do you think it was the same person?

Chances are. Don't you think?

Whoever it was, they're quite the artist with a knife.

- Any idea when? - Oh, it's hard to tell,

what with the body being in the water.

But at the moment, they're saying

sometime yesterday evening.

And Nathan found the body?

Mm.

Of course, it gave him a good excuse

for any blood found on his clothes.

Look, he wouldn't be the first killer to find the body.

They think it makes them appear less guilty.

Do you ever look for the good in people?

I'll leave that to you.

Have you seen this?

Blimey.

Painted during the war, I'd have thought.

How can you tell?

Crosses of Lorraine.

They were the symbol of the Free French.

Remember, they trained here during the war.

So what?

All hell breaks loose, and these two don't care?

They just dance while the rest of the world burns?

Look at the way he's holding her.

I think it's about the possibility of love

in the midst of despair.

My version is more realistic.

Oh, I'm going to talk to Jane Thwaite.

Can you be there? - She's a suspect?

A person of interest, certainly.

- But-- - She links both men.

She kept her involvement with Anthony a secret,

and we only have her word that they weren't in a relationship.

Maybe Ned did kill Anthony,

and then she killed Ned.

- Why? Revenge? - Why not?

Well, she said she'd forgiven Ned.

She wanted them to try again. - Right.

And she has an alibi, of sorts.

She was with me yesterday evening.

- How long for? - An hour-- more.

She called Ned from the rectory, left him a message.

Okay.

Listen, you might want to look a bit closer at Alex, too.

He was Anthony's forger.

- Was he? - Apparently, he wanted out,

and Anthony threatened to tell his father

if Alex didn't carry on.

Does anyone around here not have a secret?

Neil.

Ned's watch-- the Reverso.

Where is it?

Come.

Pa.

Honor said the police are coming to interview everyone later.

Yeah. That's right.

Only they might want to talk to you

about something else as well.

What do you mean?

About Anthony forging and selling those paintings.

How do you know about that?

'Cause I was the one that forged them.

I'm sorry, Pa.

I wasn't thinking.

It-- It got out of hand.

I never meant to...

Go.

- Pa? - Just go, Alexander.

- Pa. - I swear to...

I am not going to throw away 15 years without a fight.

But mostly...

...it's because I love you, Ned.

Okay, um, just so I'm clear,

you went from here to the rectory to speak to Daniel,

and you talked, and then you made that phone call.

- That's right. - And afterwards?

I came straight home.

But he still wasn't here, so I waited for him to come back.

When he didn't, I got more and more worried,

and... I didn't know what to do.

Any minute,

I expected him to walk through the door,

and we'd talk and we'd sort things out, and...

...everything would be...

Sorry.

It's alright.

When you last saw him,

was Ned wearing his watch?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, I think so. He always wore it.

And it's not here?

No.

Why?

He wasn't wearing it when he was found.

And you think whoever did this, they--

they took it?

It's possible. Yeah.

Ned told us that he was researching a story

about a man called Curling.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. That's right.

It's-- It's all in there.

Do you mind if I take a look?

If you like.

- Alright? - Yeah.

Well, it must have been a bit of a shock finding him, like.

Yeah.

Well, keep busy, that's the thing.

Get your mind off it.

That hedge down behind the stables needs trimming.

Where were you last night?

Ah, out with a couple of mates.

Oh, yeah. Who?

No one you know.

What do you want all that for?

Well, Anthony and Ned were both researching

Champton during the war,

so Jane isn't the only link between them.

Still a bit of a stretch.

Perhaps.

You know, if the murders are connected,

that's you off the hook.

I don't think anyone's out to kill you.

Mm. That's something, I suppose.

Still, keep digging up other people's dirt,

that might change.

What, so the police are just going to give up?

Well, since no one thinks that I was

the intended murder victim,

the letters aren't part of the investigation anymore.

We've been the victims of a vicious

and sustained assault with vile threats.

- We? - Enormous dead rodents

hanging willy-nilly from the rafters.

Another man in charge suddenly turns around

and says, "Sorry, not my aisle."

Well, I'll be having a few words to say to that DS Vanloo

when I next see him. - And what happened to "Neil"?

So, what do we do now?

Well, I've got Ernie Cobb's funeral to get ready for.

Harry's dad?

Died the day you arrived.

You make it sound like the two events are connected.

- You should be there, too. - I don't see why.

I didn't know him from a hole in the ground.

If you see what I mean.

Well, you are my mother.

I think you should acknowledge

that you have a certain standing in the community,

wouldn't you say?

Well, when you put it like that.

Mm.

We have entrusted our brother Ernest to God's mercy,

and we now commit his body to the ground.

Earth to earth.

Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

In sure and certain hope of the resurrection

to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Amen. - Amen.

It was a lovely send-off.

Just a shame there weren't a few more people.

Oh, Audrey, so nice of you to attend.

It's the least I can do.

I'm sure Harry and Katrina are very grateful.

Even though Ernie wouldn't have known

who on earth you were.

As mother of the vicar,

I have a certain standing in the community.

It's important to acknowledge that, don't you think?

I've never been in the boathouse before.

Alex and I used to play there as kids.

Do you know anything about the mural?

Mm, it was painted by one of the French soldiers

who came over to train.

I think he was an artist before the war.

Hervé something.

Pa will know.

He told me once that Hervé had been kind to him and Anthony.

I think he tried teaching them French.

Needless to say, it didn't stick.

Alright, I'm heading off.

If you want to stay-- - Excuse me.

Rector, do you have a moment? - Of course.

I wanted to ask if I could have a look at the parish records.

If you like. Why?

I'm beginning to think my mum

might have originally been from here

and went to Rutland to have me.

Thought there might be something in the records.

You could just ask around.

It's in living memory for a lot of people around here, isn't it?

Anecdotal evidence. That's what you're looking for.

Do you think someone might remember?

In a small community like this?

In my experience,

if some silly little tart gets herself into trouble,

someone always remembers.

Make you think, don't they? Funerals.

What's that bit? Something about shadows fleeing.

"We have but a short time to live.

Like a flower, we blossom and then wither.

Like a shadow, we flee and never stay."

That's the one.

And poor Jane Thwaite knows that

better than anyone at the moment.

I imagine she does.

You know, Honor De Floures was telling me

she was out riding yesterday evening,

and she saw Jane on the path by the lake.

By the lake?

Imagine-- one minute you're enjoying a walk--

hello--

the next, the police are knocking at your door.

Talk about shadows fleeing.

What is it? Not another note?

That's from the diocesan registrar.

I'm facing an allegation of misconduct--

bringing the church into disrepute.

I've been summoned to explain myself to Bishop Cregan.

For getting arrested at that protest.

I told you not to cross him.

So, what are you going to do?

Well, the only thing I can do.

- Accept it. - Fight it!

- How? - It's a ridiculous charge.

Really? 'Cause it's not like you didn't get arrested.

I'm aware of that.

And now you think you can just waltz in

and take on the Bishop of all people?

Don't worry about it.

Is that meant to make me feel better?

I will think of something.

Well, think fast,

because I don't want you making me homeless

for a second time.

Crypt.

No crypt.

- Pa? - Yep.

It's a bit rough, but I...

I thought I'd put my skills to better use.

Right.

I thought perhaps when it's done

and varnished and everything,

we could put it somewhere.

Anyway.

So, look, um,

I've decided it's not good for you

to be messing around all day doing whatever it is you do,

but you're clearly bored and aimless,

and I can't go on.

So, uh...

you need to get a job.

- A job? - Yep, yep.

Earn your keep. See how you like it.

And if I don't?

Alexander, I've had enough of you showing utter contempt

for your birthright whilst enjoying the comfort

luxury that that birthright affords you.

Get a job,

or find somewhere else to live.

Christ.

Mother said you'd be here.

I needed to get out of the house.

"Sulking in the sacristy" was how she described it.

How alliterative.

She also gave me a hard time over your threatening letters.

She seemed to take it quite personally.

Mm. I noticed.

I told him we'd done all we could,

but it's a dead end.

Anyway, here they are.

Okay. Well, thanks for trying.

What are those?

Oh, floor plans. 1726 and 1943.

And you're looking at them because...

Well, look, 1726 shows there used to be a crypt under there,

but during the war in 1943, it's disappeared.

Now, why would anyone hide the existence

of something like that?

I'm guessing you've got an idea.

Well, I told you about the scallywags, didn't I?

Yeah, some sort of guerrilla army

in case the Germans invaded, right?

Right.

Well, Anthony had been looking for their secret bunker.

I-I wonder if that's what he was doing when he died.

And you think it's in here because of those plans?

A bit farfetched, don't you think?

I thought maybe a hidden entrance of some sort.

Right.

Do you fancy a drink?

You make it sound so medieval.

Right now it's just the bishop who decides.

I make my case, and he either dismisses it

or recommends a tribunal.

Let me get this straight.

The bloke you were protesting against

now gets to be your judge and jury?

Okay, that does sound a bit medieval.

Hard to see it ending well for you.

You sound like my mother.

Is that why you had to get out of the house?

Because you had a row?

We don't row, as such.

We exchange a few broadsides and then retreat,

wounded, to a safe harbor.

Until the next time.

Oh, by the way,

you might have been right about Jane Thwaite.

How do you mean?

Well, it's probably nothing, and I only heard it thirdhand.

But according to my mother,

Honor saw Jane on the path by the lake yesterday evening

before she came to me.

- What was she doing there? - I have no idea.

But given the window you've got for the time of death,

she could have killed Ned first

and then used me as her alibi.

Look at you.

We'll make a detective of you yet.

I'm afraid there's nothing more we can do to help.

- Alright. Thank you. - Goodbye.

What is it?

That was the insurance company.

They say we aren't covered.

What?

We don't have accidental damage or something.

We have to pay for everything ourselves.

If we do that, how the hell can we afford to go to France?

Okay, and you still think

the war has something to do with this?

Yes.

You reckon there's a connection between the murders

and something that happened 40 years ago?

- Yes, I do. - I don't see it.

Well, it doesn't mean it's not there.

Okay, you find the connection,

and then we'll talk again.

Do you want a lift home? - No, no.

There's someone I need to see.

Oh.

Hi, Kath. Have you got a minute?

I wanted a quick chat.

Of course.

What about?

Harry Cobb.

Oh.

I may be wrong and if that is the case, I do apologize, but...

Well, earlier today, you reacted...

Oh, it's alright.

Whatever it is, you can say it in front of Dora.

No secrets here.

Well, it was something my mother said,

in her usual warm and understanding way.

She-- She disparaged girls who fell pregnant.

I saw your expression, and it looked like it hurt,

like she was talking about you.

Don't you think it's time Harry knew?

What if he blames me?

For giving him up?

And for lying this whole time.

What if he... doesn't want...

We say hello.

It's nice.

I can see him and the baby...

and nobody knows.

It all works.

I'm not sure I'm ready to risk that.

There you are.

Yeah, I went for a drink with Neil.

Good.

As long as you weren't stewing on your own.

No.

- Have you eaten? - Had some crisps.

I-I could do you a soup. Sandwich?

- I'm fine. - It's no bother.

Then thank you. I'd like that.

Crisps.

Jane, we have a witness

who saw you on the path by the lake

the evening your husband died.

So?

So, I'm wondering why you didn't mention it.

I was looking for Ned.

It's one of his favorite places to go.

He loved taking photos there.

Something about the light.

I thought perhaps I might find him.

But then, to be honest, I had second thoughts.

Why?

Because I realized I was actually afraid.

Of your husband?

Oh, yeah.

And I thought if I'm afraid of him,

what does that say about our marriage?

And that's when you went to see Canon Clement?

Yes.

Why didn't you tell me this yesterday?

I don't know.

I wasn't really thinking straight.

Okay.

For the time being, I think it's best

if you don't leave the area.

I'll show myself out.

You've been out here for hours.

Mm.

I didn't know better. I'd say you're avoiding me.

Harry's going to start asking questions.

You can't stop him.

I know.

And Audrey's right.

Somebody always remembers.

Ernie and Jane are both gone.

You kept your side of the bargain.

And if Harry's asking,

it's because he's ready to hear the truth.

Kath?

Will you come with me?

I think I'm ready.

Sir.

I've been going over Anthony Bowness' bank records.

- Right. - I noticed

he made withdrawals once a month

on or about the same date.

Always the same branch.

So, over a period of six months,

he withdrew £3,000? - In cash.

Regular as clockwork.

Why would he do that?

Blackmail?

Hi, Kath.

You said you were looking for your real mum and dad.

Yeah, that's right.

I can help you with that.

I'm afraid your father died in the war.

I see.

But your mum...

is very much alive.

When I found out I was pregnant,

Lord De Floures sent me to Rutland to have you.

Ernie and Jean worked at the big house there,

and Jean couldn't have babies.

It was the obvious solution.

They were desperate,

so, you know,

it worked out well for them.

Mm.

After a week or so,

I came back here.

That must have been hard.

That was the deal.

I went back to work and did my best to forget.

But then a few years later,

there was a vacancy at Champton House,

and Ernie was sent to fill it.

So, Harry ended up here...

under your nose.

And you didn't say a thing.

No, I promised Ernie and Jane.

I don't think I could have done that.

It was for the best.

And I got to watch my baby grow up.

How many girls like me got to do that?

"D.O.Y."

"D.O.Y."

Corinne, have we got the items

that were in Anthony Bowness' pockets when he died?

Are you looking for something in particular?

This ticket.

Find out where this bus route goes.

Public house.

Yeah, I remember him.

Are you sure?

How many people do you think we get in here,

want Angostura bitters and tonic?

- Was he in here recently? - Yeah.

He'd come in, I don't know, every few weeks.

Always sat over there.

Did he meet anyone?

- Always the same bloke. - Right.

Can you describe him for me?

About 60. Beard. Rough looking.

Big old gray coat.

And he smelt a bit as well.

You know, animals and earth and that.

Quite a day.

Thank you.

For what?

Pushing me.

I was so worried what would happen,

but... it was lovely.

I'm glad.

You know...

there was another reason why I wanted you to tell him.

I needed to know when the time comes that you...

...would have someone,

that you wouldn't be...

I don't like the idea of you being on your own.

You know, with no one to boss around.

Well, I don't boss people around.

Much.

Peas in a pod?

Peas in a pod.

Patrick Liversidge.

Open up! Police!

Open the door!

Noisy bugger, aren't you?

What are you doing?

Dusting for fingerprints.

I saw it on "Juliet Bravo."

Yardley talcum powder?

Better than that imperial leather muck you use.

It's a bit heavy on the scent, but still.

First of all, the police have already looked.

There aren't any prints.

Secondly, and I think the facts will back me up on this,

they don't use Yardley's English lavender.

At least I'm doing something.

Feel free to jump in at any time.

You're right. I'm sorry.

First, I'm going to fix a drink.

Would you like one?

A Noilly. Splendid idea.

I don't know what you're talking about.

The barman says that he saw you meeting

with Anthony Bowness.

Why would that be?

He must be confused.

He says he saw Anthony give you a package

on more than one occasion.

What can I say? Not me.

Sir.

This was in an old tire around the back.

And, um, this was under the sink.

Patrick Liversidge,

I am arresting you on suspicion of the murders

of Anthony Bowness and Ned Thwaite.

You don't have to say anything unless you wish to do so.

Anything you say may be put into writing and given in evidence.

Do you understand?

Come on. - Alright.

That lavender is quite strong.

Well, if you will use half a tin.

Mm. Perhaps you ought to give some to Kath and Dora.

Because?

Well, they were going to visit the lavender fields in France.

But since Dora flooded the house, they can't afford to.

- Aren't they insured? - Apparently not.

We had a flood once when you were little.

Do you remember? - Vaguely.

The tap broke on the kitchen sink.

Water poured out. We couldn't stop it.

Your father was useless, of course.

So, I had to go out into the street

to find the main stop tap

in my dressing gown.

Can you imagine? In front of the whole street.

I was mortified.

- On the street? - What?

The main stop tap. It was on the street?

Of course, so you can get to it in an emergency.

It wouldn't be much good anywhere else, would it?

I have to go.

Gerd Breutner?

Born in Hamburg.

I was right.