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Ah, here we are.

This is our place coming up.

You can't see it, but the house
is just behind that red

one that's over the hill.

And this is the view
from the garden.

It's ideal for our retirement.

Of course, it's-- it's
a bit awkward.

They built the pool where
the cesspit used to be.

It's been two hours, dad.

Has it?

You're not bored
are you, Laura?

No, no, no.

It's most interesting, Keith.

Good.

I took a lot of film of
the village, too.

There's an authentic tannery
there where they finish off

the local leather products.

Have a look at the tape here.

We're fine, dad.

It'll only take a minute.

Matty was telling me that
you're running a little

gardening business now.

Yes, that's right,
with a friend.

We don't earn much, but
it keeps us busy.

Ah, well, that's the
main thing in your

situation, isn't it?

Perhaps you could do
the flowers for these

two when they finally get wed.

Mom.

Well, why fritter
away your time?

What do you say, Laura?

I don't know.

I think they should get married
when they want to.

Well, Matty, look at
your own father.

He hasn't let the grass
grow, has he?

Is it one of those tapes
up their case?

Excuse me, what was that
you were saying?

Oh my god, have I put
my big foot in it?

I'm so sorry, Laura.

I thought you knew.

Well, Nick's thinking of
getting remarried.

I can't find it.

I found this one of
our Norwegian

cruise last year there.

We visited a very interesting
herring cannery.

That'd be lovely.

Mum, I was going to tell you.

When's the happy day?

There isn't one.

It's just talk.

Well, it had better be, unless
he's conveniently

forgotten he's still
married to me.

That's exactly what
I told him.

Look, mum, he won't find
another woman like you.

You don't have to go.

If I have to watch another
holiday video--

at least you can leave.

- Are you going to be all right?
- Yes, yeah, fine.

Look, I'm booked into
a hotel tonight.

I'll be back at work tomorrow.

Soon as I get my wellies
on and my trowel in my

hand, I'll be fine.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

A woman was found shot dead in

the grounds of local mansion
Engleton park last night.

Officers were called to the
scene by their house owner,

who identified the body as that
of a horticulturalist

working the grounds--

Dr. Rosemary Boxer.

Dr. Boxer had been
contracted by

Lord Engleton to investigate
a botanical problem.

She was formerly a lecturer at
the university of Malmesbury

And was laterally running
her own company.

A spokesman at Malmesbury said
the whole university community

would be shocked and saddened
by the death of

this popular figure.

Some of the rarest pieces
in the world-renowned--

Laura Thyme.

I spoke to DI Mills
on the phone.

Yes, come this way.

Ballistics are examining
the bullet.

Funny how the eyes follow
you, isn't it?

He could tell us a thing or
two if he could talk.

Well, I can talk.

And I'm telling you that
Rosemary would have said if

she had a job lined up.

Partners don't always tell
each other everything.

Rosemary and I didn't
have secrets.

I mean, why-- why wouldn't she
say if she was working for

this lord--

Lord what's his name?

Engleton.

Ask him yourself.

This is Laura Thyme.

She was ms. Boxer's
business partner.

My condolences.

I wish we were meetingunder more agreeable

circumstances, ms. Thyme.

Thank you.

Mrs. Webb.

Sir.

Some tea for my guest.
Or something stronger, perhaps?

No, tea would be
fine, thank you.

Wh-- what was Rosemary
doing here?

Treating a disease that's
been ravaging the

plants in my grounds.

We were open to the public, but
the damage got so bad

I had to close.

What did you do, find
us on our website?

No, Rosemary knocked on the
door out of the blue.

Said she had seen news
of the closure

in the county magazine.

She wrote the odd gardening
piece for it.

Didn't even want a fee.

Said the joy of restoring
a historic

garden was reward enough.

As I've a garden party
coming up, her offer

was too good to refuse.

I can't believe she's gone.

I ca--

I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to upset you.

Please, have a seat.

Thank you.

Tea.

Drink it. You'll feel better.

How did Mrs. Boxer take it?

Rosemary's mother.

We weren't aware there
were any relatives.

My god.

Who's told her?

I do it myself.

No, no, no.

No, I'll talk to her.

She doesn't live far.

I just hope she hasn't
been watching

television or the news.

Let me give you a lift.

I don't want to put you out.

Oh, please, it's the
very least I can do.

I'm so sorry to turn up out
of the blue like this,

Barbara.

No, no, no, I'm always
glad at visitors.

Who's this?

New chap?

I think you ought to
sit down, Barbara.

Sit down?

No, no.

I'll make a cup of coffee.

Now, please.

I've got some bad news.

Oh.

What do you mean?

There's no easy way
to say this.

I'm afraid--

I'm afraid Rosemary's dead.

No.

Rosemary!

I'm so sorry.

Nothing we can say will
make any sense of this.

But Rosemary is here.

Yes.

I know what you mean.

I can almost feel it too.

It's as if she's just stepped
into another room.

Oh, excuse me.

I was, uh, just in
the bathroom.

Rosemary?

Yes.

Now, shall I put
the kettle on?

Listen to the engine.

Isn't she beautiful?

Positively purring today.

Well, she's just a big cat.

But you have to know
how to tame her.

I've certainly heard her
like this before.

She sounds better today,
because I tuned her carburetor

yesterday, while I was being
murdered and laid out on a slab.

Well, somebody's on that slab,
and they've got your

name on their toe.

It's not my fault the police
took it at face value.

But they were only going on
what Lord Engleton told them.

You've done very well
there, Laura.

He's not my boyfriend.

I've only just met him.

It seemed rather keen.

Look, he's just lonely.

That's probably why the
impostor Wheedle

weasel her way in.

He's desperate for company.

Well, maybe he wants more
company than he was prepared

to give.

Nope.

He's a gent.

If anything, it would the
housekeeper getting jealous.

If looks could kill, I'd
be the one with a

luggage label on my toe.

May I present Dr.
Rosemary Boxer.

Reports of her death have been
greatly exaggerated.

Yeah.

I'm terribly sorry we
made such a mistake.

I'm not, funnily enough.

Oh, yeah, I see
what you mean.

Let's go and see the
body, shall we?

Let's.

These places aren't as bad
as you think, are they?

If they had some
nice curtains--

almost waste of time me
going home, really.

You sure you're
ready for this?

We've seen dead
bodies before.

She looks vaguely familiar.

So she should.

She's been on my sitting room
wall these past 30 years--

from your college photograph,
when you were a student.

Gemma.

That's right.

Gemma Jackson.

I never forget a face.

Gemma might have dug these
looking for soil pests.

But Dr. Jackson was an
academic, wasn't she?

Yes, a lecturer
in archeology.

Rosemary will find out more
when she gets to the dig.

Tell me, what is the history
of this site?

It was virgin forest until
the first Lord Engleton

cleared it in the early
18th century.

Any big changes since then?

Not really.

It's been pretty much the same
for the last three centuries.

The house was connected to the
main drains two years ago.

The concrete shed
was demolished.

That all happened while I was
in America, just before

my father died.

But the new drains can't have
affected the plants

like this, can they?

Excuse me.

This is the Lower Worthington
dig, isn't it?

Right.

Um, I gather from the university
that, um, a Dr. Jackson

was working here
until recently.

Uh, she was working here.

Eh, what is it you want?

Are you a reporter?

No, no, no.

I was an undergraduate
with her years ago.

My name is Rosemary Boxer.

Oh, right.

You must be feeling
pretty weird.

Mm, a little.

I've no idea why she was
impersonating me.

Uh, mr.--

Earle, Dr. Richard Earle.

I was supervising this site
with Dr. Jackson--

until she stopped showing
up, that is.

Do you know what she was
doing at Engleton park?

No idea.

She had been dropping hints
about some important project

she was engaged in.

She was being terribly
secretive about it.

I just assumed it was something
she dreamed up to

impress professor Reeves.

Oh, and who's he?

Head of the faculty.

He's due to retire.

Dr. Jackson probably thought an
academic coup would clinch

her the professorship.

Mind you, she wasn't
the favorite.

She and the professor were
constantly arguing about the

legitimacy of fines.

How are you doing over
here, Richard?

Oh, nothing to get
excited about.

This is the real
Rosemary Boxer.

She was an undergraduate
with Dr. Jackson.

Oh, I see.

Awful business, isn't it?

This is my wife, Valerie, and,
um, mr. Dennis Garner, the new

and most generous sponsor of
our archaeology chair.

It's a privilege.

I love this sort of thing.

I really love it.

I'd better get back
to my students.

We're all in a state
of shock.

Richard and Gemma were
constantly at odds, but

tragedy transcends professional
differences.

The question is, why would an
archaeologist pose as you to

gain entree to this place?

I can't believe the yellowing
on those azaleas.

And the camellias
are just as bad.

We're going to have to take
some soil samples to

match the soil ph.

No, hold on, hold on.

We-- we can't take on
the gardening job.

Why not?

Well, what if the killer was
after the real Rosemary Boxer?

Well, he's not a very efficient
killer then is he?

I've already told them.

I don't want to talk about it
under any circumstance.

What's happened?

Someone keeps telephoning
about

wanting to buy the house.

He won't take no
for an answer.

Anyone you know?

No.

At least, I don't think so.

The agent wouldn't tell
me his client's name.

I have no intention
of selling anyway.

Oh, well, in that case, you'll
still want someone to

sort out the problems in
the grounds, won't you?

Well, yes, I do, rather.

Are you volunteering?

Maybe.

Jolly good.

Shall we discuss
it over lunch?

You must stay on
site, of course.

Mrs. Webb can make
you up a room.

Most of the damaged plants
are lime-intolerant.

There may be an excess
of alkalinity.

Do you ever use a mushroom
compost?

No, all I've ever done
is water everything.

Rainwater?

No, just tap.

Well, that wouldn't
have helped.

No, but that are
pretty peaky, too,

and they're lime-tolerant.

So it does suggest there's
a more complex

problem than soil ph.

So it won't be sorted out in
time for the garden party?

Well, for appearance's sake, we
could take out the damaged

shrubs and replace them
with some bay plants.

I don't want to alter the
character of the grounds.

No, of course not.

We'll store the plants we remove
in your outbuildings,

give them a little tlc,
and then replant them

once they've recovered.

Oh, what a good idea.

The gardens are as much a
part of Engleton park as

the house, you see.

You must be lonely living
here on your own.

No, not at all.

I can still feel them
all around me--

my mother sewing, my father
holding court at the

university parties.

University parties?

Yes, he sponsored their
archaeology chair.

A great history enthusiast,
my father.

The department still uses
the grounds for

some of their functions.

The garden party is for the
new benefactor, some

publishing tycoon called
Dennis Garner.

Dennis Garner--

I was introduced to
him at the dig.

Well, he's coming to
dinner tonight.

Why don't you join us?

Wouldn't miss it
for the world.

You ok?

I'm still recovering from
Mrs. Webb's soup.

I swear I saw something
moving about in it.

Really?

I noticed you managed
to finish it.

I was being polite!

That's Dr. Earle.

I wonder what he's doing
poking around here?

Hello.

We meet again.

What are you doing here?

We're working on the grounds.

What are you doing?

Oh, I just wanted to see what
Dr. Jackson was up to.

You could call it professional
curiosity.

Mm.

And what is your professional
opinion of these?

Well, these are what we
archaeologists would call

Holes in the Ground.

Afternoon.

Clever clogs.

Ambitious, too, as far
as I can gather.

Gemma was in competition
for the same job.

Perhaps he thought that whatever
it was that brought her

here gave her an advantage
and he was checking it out?

The king Alfred jewel.

Found near Athelney.

It's in the Ashmolean museum
in Oxford, now.

You're very knowledgeable.

What I'd give to have this
in my collection, here.

Must be priceless.

Everything's got a price.

That's such a beautiful
necklace.

I have a wonderful little
jeweller in Hatton garden.

Those are very pretty.

It's more flea market than
Hatton garden, I'm afraid.

And who is this?

Lord Engleton's father.

Pity his name is coming off
the chair, but needs must.

It is odd, you know--

Gemma being found dead
here of all places.

I've no answer to
that, I'm afraid.

But it is odd.

I was here arranging the
garden party with Lord

Engleton just a few
days before.

If only I'd seen Gemma, she
might still be alive.

Has anyone seen the research
she's been doing?

Well, the police have been
through it all, and her files

will be returned to her lodgings
this afternoon.

Dinner's served.

Ah, good.

Splendid.

I'm starving.

Do come along.

Didn't you enjoy that, Laura?

No, it was lovely.

Thank you.

You sit here, you seem
to feel the generations

that had lived here.

And in spite of all of the
arguments, the tragedies, and

the violence that must have
happened over centuries--

or maybe even because of it--

it still gives as a great
sense of peace.

This, too, shall pass.

Exactly.

You can't just build history.

I'd give my eye teeth to live
in a place like this.

Aha.

You're not Lord Engleton's
secret buyer, are you?

Maybe I am.

Ah, I commend your taste and
persistence, mr. Garner.

But this is my home.

Well, all you've got to
do is name your price.

Some things are beyond price.

Well, who knows.

You may come to change
your mind about that.

What is Garner up to?

It's a wonderful place, but
it's not Blenheim palace.

It must be rising
damp, dry rot.

And that's just Mrs. Webb.

Oh, dear.

I think we should keep an eye
on this Dennis Garner.

Maybe.

Wish I could have a look
at Gemma's research.

I'm sure that we could
find an answer there.

Ah, won't you join
me for a nightcap?

The madeira needs seeing off.

Oh, thank you, but would
you excuse me.

I'm rather tired.

Perhaps Laura will.
Excellent.

I'll bring it through
to the library.

He's not the catch you think.

I'm sorry?

He's got nothing--

just me and the house.

All he has--

all he needs.

My inheritance was
disappointing.

It certainly disappointed
my wife.

The archaeology chair drained my
father dry, but he blew the

rest on antiquities he simply
couldn't afford.

Perhaps you could sell
some of those.

I think he must have
done already.

There certainly wasn't much
left when I took over.

You know, maybe you should
sell this place.

Oh, I can't.

Engleton park is part of
me, and I'm part of it.

Yes, very happy it's
making you.

I had my own little castle, too,
until it all fell down.

But I made a new life.

Rosemary, Dennis Garner's
out there--

Day six, Lower Worthington.

We've opened four trenches, some
interesting stuff so far,

though nothing spectacular.

Dennis Garner's here again, and
Richard is cozying up to him -

- all for the good of the
department, he'd say.

He really makes me sick.

He's such a creep, Richard.

At last-- a really
exciting find.

I'm guessing it's a
roman-british short sword.

Surely Reeves can't invalidate
this one.

Day seven.

I don't believe this.

My short sword, according
to professor Reeves is a

Victorian ploughshare.

I'm so bloody furious.

For the record,
object 129 was

found in trench d. Dennis
god, back again, I see.

I've offered nearly four
million for Engleton park.

Still no deal.

Sounds interesting.

If this carries on, I'll bloody
well take a shovel down

there myself.

Why didn't he tell
you where it was?

Who's there?

Right.

Engleton park, here I come.

I knew it.

Rosemary?

Rosemary?

You all right?

Yeah.

He got away over the roof.

Someone jumped me.

I was--

I was rewinding the tape.

I'd just got to the
crucial bit.

What?

What are you talking about?

The tape.

It's gone.

You shouldn't have gone off
on your own like that.

I know, I--

I'm sorry.

I just got overexcited.

Are you all right?

I just keep catching the bump
on the back of my head.

Mr. Garner was on the tape
last night, talking about

Engleton park.

I couldn't quite catch all of
it, but whatever it was made

Gemma decide to come here.

Can't you remember anything
about your attacker?

I didn't see him.

Well, a voice or smell
of aftershave?

Mm-mm, nothing.

But I think Garner is the
most likely suspect.

No, it can't be him.

Why?

He sneaked back here
after dinner.

He was, em, looking around
the holes that Gemma dug.

Ladies and gentlemen,
it's wonderful

to be back here at Engleton park.

My happy task today is to
introduce you to the late Lord

Engleton's successor,
mr. Dennis Garner.

The Garner heralds an exciting
new year for all of us--

A prospect so exciting that I
have decided to remain the

incumbent for a little
while longer.

I foresee a relationship with
mr. Garner just us fruitful as

the one I enjoyed with the
late Lord Engleton.

And in that spirit, allow me to
present to a small token of

departmental esteem--

a gladius, a romano-british
short sword.

I am 99% sure that what
professor Reeves presented him

with was the sword that Gemma
found at the dig.

99%?

Well, 75%.

Either way, it's worth asking
some questions.

Oh, there's Dr. Earle.

I think he's the one we should
tackle about stealing

Gemma's tape.

Come on.

You've no right to rescind
your retirement.

You've had a damn good run.

Don't you think it's
time to step aside?

Have you taken leave of
your senses, Richard?

Richard--

Excuse me--

I have every right--

Dr. Earle.

We'd like to ask you some
questions about your movements

last night.

Go to hell, all of you!

What's all this about?

A videotape.

A videotape?

Uh, yes.

Um, a rather interesting one,
as a matter of fact.

It showed Gemma Jackson with
what she identified as a

Roman-british short sword, but
which you, professor Reeves,

dismissed as a victorian
ploughshare.

Dr. Jackson relied on a
somewhat capricious instinct.

I mean, she made some excellent
finds at Lower Worthington,

but also the
inevitable blunders.

But the funny thing is that it
looked identical to the one

you just presented
mr. Garner with.

No, no, no, no.

That was a piece from the
university collection.

Mm.

It looked identical.

I think you would be well
served to guard that tongue

of yours, ms.--

whatever your name is.

Boxer.

You were asking for that one.

I like a good old-fashioned
put down, don't you?

Interesting reactions from one
and all, don't you think?

Yeah.

I wish I could remember what
was written on that videotape.

I think it was a--

a biblical reference.

Ah, mr. Garner.

Oh, ignore me, then.

Ah, are you all right?

I'm fine.

Sorry, leave it.

I made an uncharacteristically
melodramatic gesture, tore it up

and threw it in Garner's face.

What was it?

A check for 4.5
million pounds.

Ah, wow.

He thinks he can force me to
sell, but I'll never leave--

never.

I heard mr. Garner mention
something about a prize in

relation to Engleton park.

Do you know what
he could mean?

I haven't the foggiest.

There he is--

Dr. Earle.

Dr. Earle?

I thought he'd left.

Um, would you excuse me?

I think I'll go and ask
him a few questions.

Earle dashed off like
a scolded cat.

I couldn't find him anywhere.

Maybe he did steal the tape.

Any luck remember what
was written on it?

No.

I'm sure it was something
biblical, though.

You know, the name of the book,
and then two numbers--

the chapter and the verse.

The thing is, if Earle is junior
to professor Reeves,

how can he force
his retirement?

He could threaten him with
Mrs. Webb's cooking.

No, seriously.

Earle told me that Gemma
was onto something big.

So maybe that would undermine
the professor academically.

There's got to be something on
that tape that brought him

to this place just like Gemma.

Oh, this is hopeless.

Lord Engleton's been
watering again.

We're going have to let
it drain overnight.

I swear, she's poisoning me.

I wonder what happened
to mr. Webb.

Killed in an industrial
accident.

Some of her puff pastry
fell on him.

I wouldn't mind,
but I'm not even

interested in Lord Engleton.

Oh, I don't know.

Lady Engleton sounds
rather grand.

Call me old fashioned, but
I can't be as casual about

marriage as some people
seem to be.

Nick's talking about getting
married again.

I mean, I'm over
him, totally.

It's just the idea of--

Oh, I don't know.

Well, just because you don't
want him anymore doesn't mean

you want someone else
to be Mrs. Thyme.

Isaiah 2:4.

Wha--

What's going on?

I need a Bible.

Rosemary, if you feel the need,
you can go to church

in the morning.

No, I remembered what was
written on the tape.

Isaiah 2:4.

It is.

It's a biblical quotation.

A what?

And they shall beat their swords
into ploughshares.

Swords--

I was right.

This sword malarkey's all
very well, but it doesn't

explain why Gemma came here
in the first place.

Or what's happened to
Earle, come to that.

I phoned his office at
the university today.

No one's seen him.

I don't believe it.

Yellowing, just like before.

Look at the lupins.

Those are the first we put in.

I--

But the chrysanthemums are
all right,

and they went in at the same time.

Ah, but they are
lime-tolerant.

But some of the original plants
that were damaged were

lime-tolerant as well.

The blight had almost destroyed
some of the beds.

Yes, and now, what
was your response?

I didn't have a gardener
anymore, but as a layman,

I thought increased watering
might help.

If anything, it's spread across
the entire garden.

Well, now.

These plants are
getting better.

And why?

Because these are the plants
that we took out of your beds.

When you overwatered,
you washed the

magnesium out of the soil.

Result?

Magnesium deficiency, which
causes the same yellowing as

the lime-intolerant plants
and a very confusing

situation for us.

Is there anything we can do?

Well, the predominant soil ph
is fine, so the alkaline

problem must be localized.

Basically, it's your
overwatering that caused the

general malaise.

Oh my god.

Dr. Earle.

What the hell's
going on here?

His flat was burglared
last night, too.

Earle's?

Maybe they were looking
for the tape.

Have we got a time
of death yet?

Late yesterday afternoon,
the pathologist reckons.

So we've got all the guests
at the party to talk to--

all 200 of them.

Let's just that Earle stole
the tape to find out what

Gemma discovered.

And he came here just like
she did, and got killed

just like she did.

So we can say that the mystery
person talking to Garner on

the tape probably
wasn't Earle.

What's this?

Epsom salts-- a solution to
replace the magnesium you

leeched out of the soil.

Right, right.

I see.

That should do it.

Now to tackle the alkalinity.

You are sure that you never
applied any mulches?

No, just good old fashioned
H2O, I'm afraid.

Didn't you say something about
a large concrete shed

being taken down?

Yes, why?

Ghastly 1970s eyesore.

Are you thinking what
I'm thinking?

If I know builders.

The shed was definitely
over there.

The septic tank's somewhere
off this lawn.

I can't recall, precisely.

What are you looking for?

Ah, well, that's very simple.

You asked the builders to
demolish a shed, and at the

same time, you asked them to
fill in the septic tank.

Ergo, the remains of your
shed end up in the tank.

Which is all well and good,
except that concrete

is strongly alkaline.

So what we have to do is to
find the tank and empty the

rubble, and then we can whack
some sulfur powder and iron

into your beds, and that
should improve things.

The problem is, how are
we going to locate it?

Oh, don't worry about that.

Professor Reeves will
find it for you.

Professor Reeves?

Why?

He suspects the site could have
historical significance

after all, given
Dr. Jackson's interest.

He's going to give it
a sweep using

the University's sonar equipment.

Oh, well, that's
fine but, uh--

I think we'll stick to more
traditional methods.

All right.

I'll leave you to it.

Why aren't we waiting
for the sonar?

Because we're not looking
for a septic tank.

We're not?

Professor Reeves didn't suspect
there was something

buried here.

He knew there was something
buried here.

And that's what Garner was
talking about on the tape.

That's what Gemma overheard.

And that must have been the
prize that brought her here.

Well, why hasn't he looked
for it himself before now?

I presume that he was waiting
for Garner to buy the house,

But Lord Engleton was
being difficult.

Oh, so he wants to find the
prize for Garner before Garner

finds out that Lord Engleton
isn't going to sell the house.

Oh, blimey.

It's a wonder that Lord Engleton

has survived this long.

Yes, and wouldn't it be nice
if we could find out

whatever it was before he does.

Three hours of hard graft,
and all we've

got to show for it?

One decomposed budgie.

We'll have to wait
for the sonar.

We're never going to
find it like this.

Look.

Look.

Fungi, yeah.

No, I think that's gymnopilus
penetrans.

Yeah, same to you.

No, no, no.

That's the order.

No, look, look, look!

It's a perfect rectangle.

Yes, if something is buried
underneath, certain fungi will

follow an outline.

Right.

It's locked.

Do you think we ought to--

right.

Yes.

Overbury, december 1969.

We are looking at multiple
robberies from different

archaeological sites.

Look, let's get this hidden
in the outbuildings.

Then we'll come back
and dig this over.

It'll give credibility to our
story of searching for the

septic tank.

Is that the sonar equipment?

It is.

My father would have been
thrilled by all this.

What are they doing here?

Same as us.

Looking for the old
septic tank.

No need for that.

You find anything?

No, barren earth.

How deep did you dig?

Just the one spit.

- Well, I'll try another pass anyway.
- You probably missed something.

Now, this is delicate
equipment.

The greater the number of
people, the more

the sonic disturbance,
so it's better I work alone.

Right.

And professor, what happens to
the finds that you invalidate?

Like the ploughshare that
Gemma found at Lower Worthington,

which was so similar
to the sword that you

gave to--

I've already told you--

Where did you get that?

That old thing?

That's nice.

But it's not as nice as this.

Not Hatton garden, I know.

But where did it come from?

Great burley.

That's impossible.

From the university
dig in 1978.

Gordon.

What's all this about?

The professor has been
suppressing finds.

We think he was selling
them to your father.

You can't afford diamonds and
rollers on an academic salary.

I don't believe it.

I can't believe my father
bought all these things

knowing they'd been
misappropriated.

I'm so sorry.

So that's what Garner
was after.

Yes.

I suppose you told him that
these things were buried

in the ground.

Where was the harm compared to
the good that was coming to

the department?

Try asking Gemma or
Dr. Earle that question.

All I knew about Garner was
that he was a publisher.

How could I know he'd turn
out to be a crook?

I should never have
let it start.

I don't want to be rich.

Until you married me--
is that what you're saying?

Well, you wanted a certain
standard of living.

You're deluding yourself,
Gordon.

I sacrificed myself
for your happiness.

Oh, rubbish.

Where would you be without
his father's influence?

I earned the professorship.

For services rendered.

Don't worry, it'll remain
our secret.

No, I've had enough.

I'm going to the police.

I don't think so.

What are doing?

Preserving your reputation--

or my standard of living.

Take your choice.

Don't be ridiculous, Val.

I'm the one who committed
the offenses.

You've done no wrong.

Well, she's making
up for it now.

You did see Gemma, didn't you?

When you were here arranging
the garden party.

I knew this stuff
was buried here.

I realized she must know too.

So you killed her.

That's all she was--

a troublemaker.

And once you knew Dr. Earle
had seen the tape,

he had to go to.

He was trying to blackmail
Gordon into retirement and

himself into the
professorship.

Give our regards
to your father.

I've called the police.

They're on their way.

That's the best thing she's
done with a pan all week.

Thank you so much.

The gardens look wonderful.

I'll be sad to leave.

You're leaving?

Yes.

I'm taking your advice.

I've decided to sell.

Oh, to mr. Garner?

No, his interest faded,
strangely enough.

What made you change
your mind?

The way my father behaved.

Besides, this last week's been
so exciting, living in the past

seemed rather dull.

Added to which, I've
found someone to

make a new start with.

That's wonderful.

We think so.

Laura, Patricia feels very
badly about her previous

hostility towards you.

She wants you to have this.

What is it?

Upside down cake.

It's actually rather
good, once you--

anyway.

Good bye.

Bye-bye.

Thank you.

Upside down cake.

Bet it's the right way up.

Not a little jealous, are we?

No, not at all.

I hope they'll be very happy.

Nick, too.

Really?

Yes, really.

Do you know, I think I've been
clinging onto to my marriage

the same way that
Lord Engleton's

clung onto that house.

But the path is for
archaeologists.

From now on, I am only
looking forward.

So saddle up and wagons roll.

Oh, please.

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