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Why does he have to be
so stupid?

"Be careful," I say 100 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.

You okay, Raymond?

Mum?

Shit.

- Mum?
- Get off me.

What are you doin' here?

Nice to see you too, Mum.

Now, 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?

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.

And 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.

Gettin' 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 I.D.
on the owner of the property?

Yeah. Uh, Alex Barcroft.

But the, uh-- the farm
has recently changed hands,

and it's estimated
the burial predates the sale.

Previous owner is
Raymond Carlisle, 70s, uh,

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.

Um, when will we get the initial
forensics report on the body?

Well, why don't you, uh,

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 goin'.

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.
Hey, wait, wait.

Okay, 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 on the force?

Was.

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

Mr. Barcroft?

No, sorry.

State agents forgot
to mention any buried corpses.

If the builders
hadn't ballsed up,

they never would have found it.

Sorry. Um...

so...

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 farmin' 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.

Smells like...

L-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

sweepin' 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 affirmin'.

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, uh, being in this job,

I've been around
plenty of tools.

We should be systematic.

So do you wanna do downstairs,
and I'll start upstairs?

Let's just look around here.

Looks like the farm accounts.

They were haemorrhaging money.

Some nitrate, long peppers,
and... pony.

What the hell is pony?

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 too 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 I.D.

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?

Uh, what my
colleague means, Dr. Taylor,

is we'd very much like
your first impression

without you committin' to any
specifics at this early stage.

I see one male adult, advanced
decay, so no fingerprints.

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

Raymond Carlisle was
still living here back then.

Any I.D. 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 alright.
We're not here for that.

The new owner says
that there was no reason

for anybody to be diggin'
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 tryin'

to establish the facts,
Mr. Dudzik.

Here is a fact.

I should have turned
the job down.

It's been one issue
and another--

accident, broken tools.

The place is cursed.

The carer says
he gets confused easily.

Find out what happened
to his brother is a priority.

Raymond.

It's Danielle.

Those police officers are here
to see ya.

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?

Uh, that's right.

Me and Derek, yeah.

Can you tell us
what happened to Derek?

He'll-- He--
He'd be lookin' after the farm.

Yeah.

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

He's no...

Oh, God.

No. No.

No, he left.

What do you mean, he left?

Walked out...

...years ago and...

not heard from since.

Oh, you've been up there
to the farm?

Stay away.

It's not safe.

He-- He's not there anymore.

He can't protect you.

Derek, you mean?

D-Derek can't protect us?

Leave me alone.

- Get out.
- It's alright.

Get out.

Hey.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's alright. It's alright.

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

Let's see what she says.

Is he alright?

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.

I should have pushed him
a bit harder.

No need.

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

He left Edendale
for a few years,

comes back outta 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?

Alright, Cara.

Look...

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

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

Why were you at Tanglewood Farm?

I wasn't.

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

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

Okay. 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 outta my flat.

Needed somewhere to sleep.

When the builders turned up,
the big fella, Nikolai,

said I could stay so long
as I kept out the way.

Okay.

Did you see
what happened there earlier?

Judging by the freaks
in paper suits,

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

What about the men
that live there?

Raymond Carlisle, do you
know him or his brother Derek?

Never met them.

What? I swear.

Alright, go on.

You believe her, do ya?

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.

Um, first day tradition.

That's kind, but, um...
no, thanks.

I-I'm--
I'm not really a cake person.

All the more for the rest of us, yeah?

- Uh...
- Nice.

Uh, right.

Uh, well, a few of us
go for a drink after work.

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

That's a shame.

Uh, I'll-- 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.

Alright.

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 he 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 reportin' officer
is Sergeant Roy Palfreyman.

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

Diane,
any news on our victim?

Um, no I.D. yet, sir,

but I think we might actually
have a new lead.

Mm. Good.

Gettin' on alright 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, um, it's quaint.

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

So you get it
all to yourselves?

No locals botherin' ya?

Exactly.
There's your man.

You hear about the body
up at Tanglewood?

I might be retired,

but nothin' happens on my old
patch without me knowin'.

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.

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.

It was the last time I saw him,
10 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
launderin' red diesel

on Tanglewood?

We know organised
criminal networks

are getting involved
in the trade.

You know, someone found out.

He shut them up.
What-- 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 strugglin'

to make ends meet.

They got all this perfectly good
diesel lyin' around.

Can you blame 'em?

Dr. Taylor?

You need to come back
to the farm.

Right.

Yeah, 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.

Uh, we understand.

He's always better when he's
gardening, seems more himself.

How are you gettin' on,
Raymond?

Hello. We met yesterday,
Mr. Carlisle.

We, um-- 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 missin' a hand,
one-- one missin' a head.

I understand that you employed
a-- a farmhand.

Farmhand?
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.

Th-- Then 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 okay.

I think we got what we came for.

Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Carlisle.

Uh, 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 screamin' skull?

- A what?
- A screaming skull.

It's a mummified human head.

Very funny, Cooper.

No, listen to me.
I'm not jokin'. 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 ya."

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

You're saying Billy
is just an old skull?

So the headless skeleton--

Probably just the rest of it.

Ah. This takes me back.

Fond memories.

The barmaid at The Ram
passed on your message.

Said you wanna speak to me
again?

Yeah.

Yeah, we had another question
for ya.

What do you know about
Screamin' Billy?

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

Yeah, well,
we'd 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 Screamin' 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 Saint 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 and all nowadays.

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

Look at it.

Belongs in a museum,

not bein' 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 ya, 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 I.D.?

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

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

Sorry. Look,
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.

Hi, Mrs. Cooper.

Oh, call me Isobel.

I'm delighted to meet ya.

I'll get rid of Mrs. Gill.

She's a miserable old sow
anyway.

She's tryin'
to contact the dead?

More about seein' the future.

Some people find it comfortin'.

You alright, Mum?

Yeah. Can you give me
a hand here, love?

Uh, these books
have gone everywhere.

Give us a sec.

What've you done now?

You can just leave them there.

I'll pick them up later, okay?

Thank you. Right.

So screamin' 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.

Okay, 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."

Uh, any idea who this Billy is
or when he might've died?

My 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.

Okay, 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 disgustin'.

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 that 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 nitrous salt
and long peppers.

Then make a candle
from virgin wax, sesame,

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

Recognise those ingredient?

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, um,
conceal criminal activities.

I'm aware of the folklore,

but how does this help
to I.D. 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,

may be 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 gettin' the better of him.

But in my opinion,

people are more likely to murder
for money than magic.

My thoughts exactly.

Well, speakin' 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.

Uh, go find out what Barcroft
was payin' Carlisle for.

Will do, Sarge.

What was I supposed to say?

Get in. Go on.
Get in, ya daft things.

Oh, ya daft buggers.

Ah, mornin', young Cooper.

Ah, just Cooper or Ben's fine.

Uh, we've got some questions
for ya if that's alright.

Ah, yeah? Come on.

A second body?

Well, 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 pilin' up,
so I offered to help.

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

Aye, somewhere.

Though, to be honest, it were
more of a gentleman'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.

Alright, I admit it.
You got me.

I might have had
an ulterior motive.

Look,
I knew Raymond was gettin' on.

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

It was 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 we 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 forthcomin'.

I know who you're talkin' 'bout.

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, innit?

When did you start workin'
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've 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.

Hm.

Sometimes we'd get
some seasonal workers--

a few days, few weeks.

They come, they go.

Okay.
How do you know Cara Doyle?

Because, I'll tell ya 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 Nadya,
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 anythin'.

Where we goin'?

There is something I have to do.

Nikolai...

...what are we doin' here?

Stay in the car.