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A curse!

A curse upon this place!

For all eternity!

A curse!

No!

No!

Emani, it's time.

- Okay.
- Now.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you so much for coming.

So, I hope by now that
you've had a chance

to sample this little guy,

an India pale ale with a
lot of hops thrown in.

I'm really proud to be
launching this product

and I'm delighted to tell
you that we've just got

our first major order
from a supermarket.

Cursed Brew IPA will be on
your shelves from Monday.

I'd like to thank my husband, Paul,

for all your incredible
support on this journey.

And my little sister, Faiza.

You know, in the last three years,

we've gone from a home brew kit

to an award-winning brewery
on a historic site.

I'm really excited about
the next chapter,

and I hope you are too!

Thank you!

Yeah, I forgot to mention
that there will be a

brewery tour with Faiza
in the next ten minutes...

Okay, scruglets, time for bed.

Say night night to Daddy.

Goodnight, kids.
See ya later, alright?

Thanks, Mum.

Available to pre-order soon.

Thank you!

Thanking you for your support?

You made the beer.

You should be up there with her.

No, she can do all the talking.

People seem to like
what they're tasting.

That's all I need.

No attendance from the Oxford branch.

Very disappointing.

It's their loss.

Yes, well,

I shall be e-mailing
their president on Monday.

Old Badger Botherer or
Golden Hopportunity.

I'm starting to regret buying
you that real ale kit.

Two halves of Old
Badger Botherer please.

Coming up.

There's no notes, I'm afraid.

Free samples from your other site.

It's good stuff.

That's an entirely separate event.

Their craft beer has to be given away.

This is real ale.

I was always thought
real ale and craft beer

were the same thing.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Okay, so this is probably my favorite

place in the world.

I love experimenting with
new flavors down here,

perfecting a recipe.

I know Emani said earlier
that we've thrown

a lot of hops at our latest beer,

but it's actually the timing of the hops

that makes all the difference.

I'll explain more about
that in a minute,

but first, I wanted to show you these.

They were found during the excavations.

It's amazing to think that beer has been

brewed here for over 500 years.

Okay, so if you'd like to follow me.

Okay, so back to the barrels.

Sorry, just a sec.

Don't bother will all that.

We've got the cleaners coming tomorrow.

Mum's coming to let them in early.

Where's Emani?

Probably in bed.

Well, I need to speak to her.

Yeah well, she's out of it, so I think

you should wait 'til tomorrow.

I've seen what's in the brew room.

She will speak to me now.

Faiza.

She's had a drink.

I said wait until tomorrow.

Fine.

No! No! No!

I was here yesterday.

They were doing a free beer tasting.

I wouldn't sample their
current batch, sir.

Do we know who he is?

Well, the owners think that
it's local writer Adam Osoba.

He's been working with them
on a book about home brewing.

They've ID'ed him from his signet ring

and his bag's been found,
but the actual body...

What?

Oh, they didn't tell you?

It's not just a drowning.

Looks like he's been boiled to death.

It's a kettle vat, apparently.

It was on it's boil cycle overnight.

Perhaps he was drunk, toppled in.

I wondered that, but then we found

drops of blood down there,

and the lady that found
him said that the hatch

on the vat had been pulled closed.

Somebody shut him in
there and let him boil.

It's medieval.

Yeah, I know.

No, literally.

Death by boiling was used
to execute poisoners

in the Middle Ages.

It's what this place is famous for.

The curse of Brother Jozef.

The what?

One of the monks who
lived here was accused

of poisoning people with his beer.

They boiled him alive
in his own cauldron

and he cursed the place.

Legend has it that anyone
who drinks beer here

will come to a bad end.

Did you seriously just use
the phrase legend has it?

Whoever did this has
gone to lot of trouble

to mimic that legend.

Well, it would explain the
monk costume, at least.

All the bar staff were wearing them,

but one of them was stolen.

Is this his bag?

It seems to be.

In it we found his driving license plus

keys, phone and two of these.

God, it's the boiler suit brigade.

Well, we're gonna need your
help with the press release.

What press release?

Well, news of this could
devastate our business.

We need to be in control
of the narrative.

Emani!

What?

It's horrific.

The poor man.

You sure it wasn't an accident?

This was deliberate.

Did he have any family?

Wife?

Girlfriend?

He never mentioned anyone, but you know,

then it was business relationship.

We had maybe five or six
meetings about the book.

This is your home brew guide?

Yeah.

Well no, it's more of a
lifestyle book, actually.

I worked in PR before
I bought this place

and one of my clients recommended him.

He ghost wrote her autobiography.

Who was that?

Sylvia Reynolds.

She's a stage actress.

So, ghost writing was Adam's thing.

Sports stars, actors,
enough fame to land

a publishing deal, not
enough talent to write it,

that kind of thing.

What time did your event
finish last night?

About 11-ish.

It finished at midnight.

You just don't remember
anything after 11.

It was a booze up in brewery.

I must have put myself to bed.

Can you think of anyone who might

have wanted to hurt Adam?

Not Adam, no.

Meaning?

A man is found dead dressed
as a monk in our vat.

It's hard not to see this as
an attack on our business.

Oh come on, he wouldn't go that far.

Who?

There's this guy who
works on the council

called Russell Grundy.

He runs the Causton Real-Ale Society.

He's not a fan of what we do.

I think I've come across him.

He's a nasty, petty, sexist little man.

He kept us out of his good beer guide.

He scheduled his Real-Ale
Festival to clash

with our launch and he used his position

on the council to stop us
from expanding the brewery.

That's a very long way from murder.

I'm just telling you what I know.

Hello, you must be our new pathologist.

Hello?

I'm DCI John Barnaby.

I was hoping for an
estimated time of death.

Are you a smoker?

Heavy drinker?

No.

Then I give you another 30 years.

Right.

You are Cam's replacement, aren't you?

Fleur Perkins.

I don't know who Cam is, but he or she

obviously wasn't good on boundaries.

This is my time to do my job,

and I won't be whipped up
into hasty conclusions.

I wasn't trying to whip you up.

I'm just after a rough estimate.

Then you can have one this afternoon.

We'll be into dental record territory

for the formal ID, I can
tell you that much.

Boiled human flesh isn't
something I work with every day.

So, I'll need to consult a specialist

and possibly a cookbook.

I was up early for my training.

I'm a fitness instructor, you see.

Mainly chair-based movements
for the over 60s.

Now I'm not usually superstitious,

but as soon as I saw him, I thought,

well, I knew they were tempting fate,

making fun of Brother Jozef like that.

She came round to help
us with the clearing,

and then we could have a lie in.

That's what I've just said.

No, it isn't.

You're telling him some fairy story.

He just needs the facts, Mum.

And I'm giving him the facts.

Patronizing sod.

He cursed this place.

Did either of you know the victim?

No.

I've seen him every day this month.

Have you?

I saw him yesterday morning.

Gave him a jaffa cake.

I live in a very nice retirement complex

and Adam was helping one of the old boys

with his memoir.

They've been sitting in the
residence lounge for weeks

with one of those dictaphones.

What was this resident's name?

Keith Grundy.

He's led what you might
call a colorful life.

He was part of an east
end gang in the 60s.

Very nasty lot.

What did you say his surname was?

Grundy, Keith Grundy.

Wouldn't happen to have a son
called Russell, would he?

So, Emani's pointing
the finger at Russell,

but it was his father that Adam
was spending his time with.

No obvious motive, though.

People don't kill over real ale.

Fleur should have a time of death for us

by this afternoon.

Fleur?

Oh, right, the new pathologist.

What's she like?

Oh, she makes quite an impression.

You'll like her.

Perhaps we should have a little dinner

to get to know one another.

Dinner?

Yeah, I could do that.

Hey, it's okay.

It's okay.

It's not.

You answered their questions, yeah?

You kept it together.

Then it's gonna be okay.

The police are everywhere.

It's finished.

You don't know that.

She has ruined everything.

Stay here, I'll go.

Nothing very personal.

No photos out.

Single man, living alone.

Even so.

Ah, looks like my fridge at uni.

Even then, I drank better beer.

Hi, you've reached Adam Osoba.

Please leave a message.

Adam, it's Dave Reed.

I've been here half an hour
wondering where you are.

Give me a call.

Saturday, 12:01 p.m.

When the tech guys go
through Adam's mobile,

get them to see if there's
a Dave Reed in there.

Will do, sir.

Take a look at this.

Looks like this was
broken quite recently,

but when I ran the
address, nothing came up.

So, he had a break-in
but didn't report it?

Why?

DCI Barnaby and you are?

Get off me!

Nice work, Winter.

Tissue?

Kwame Asante and you
live in Manchester, yes?

I didn't do anything wrong.

Just another innocent man
throwing himself in the river.

I ran because I had to.

I met the guy who lives
here, Adam someone,

at a bar last night.

Ended up staying.

I'm married with a kid.

I can't afford to get
mixed up in anything.

Bit late for that, I'm afraid.

We're investigating Adam Osoba's murder.

He's dead?

And you have keys to his house, why?

Like I said, I came back with him.

And after we, you know, he went out.

Said there was something
he needed to do.

You're saying that Adam left you,

a man he hardly knew, alone in his house

and when he went AWOL,
you just hung around?

Look, my family think I'm
away for a conference.

I need to know they're not
gonna get a knock on the door.

The more you cooperate,
the less chance there is

of that happening.

There's a guest house up the road.

I suggest you stay there
until I tell you otherwise.

So, this is where Adam Osoba
was spending most of his time.

What'd you manage to find
out about Keith Grundy?

He was connected to the Kenton gang.

Racketeering, forgery, extortion.

He was rumored to be
involved in the murder

of a dealer, Charlie Allen.

Right.

DCI Barnaby, hi, I'm Jenny Moss.

I spoke to you on the phone?

He's just through here.

Ronnie, Reggie, shush.

Sorry, they like to sound tough,

but they are pussycats,
really, aren't you?

Just like our own Mr. Grundy.

This is DCI Barnaby and...

DS Winter.

I don't touch coppers.

I always found they bruise easy.

We need to speak to
you about Adam Osoba.

He was killed at the Causton
Abbey Brewery last night.

What do you mean, killed?

My kids are there.

They're staying with my ex.

Paul Taylor?

Yeah.

God, sorry.

Excuse me.

So, my little writer
friend turns up dead

and you're wondering whether I did it.

Well, guess what?

I didn't.

You wanna ask questions about Adam,

you should speak to Jenny.

He was in and out of her
place all the time.

Really?

Night and day.

Lucky boy.

Some men can't resist a nurse.

Tell me about this book
he was writing for you.

It's about a terrifying criminal

who turned himself around
to become the saint

and the member of the British Empire

that you see before you.

Are you aware of my charitable work?

I am, but I imagine that
wasn't the focus of the book.

Was Adam in contact with
your old associates?

No comment.

Was he digging around in
things that made you nervous?

No comment.

Things you did but
never served time for.

Nurse!

Nurse!

I'm unwell.

Having an affair with Adam?

I thought he was gay.

I'm dyslexic.

He was helping me write
a memoir for my kids

for when they're older
and stop graffiti-ing

around the place.

We're you paying him?

What? No.

No, it was just a small project.

He was being nice.

Has Keith Grundy had
any unusual visitors

in the past few weeks?

No, not from what I can remember.

His son, Russell.

He visits quite a lot and Toby,

his grandson helps out in the garden.

Right, that's my relief cover so I can,

can go pick up the kids?

Of course.

Blood found under those steps
is a match for your victim.

An altercation, then?

Possibly.

He's in such a state, it's hard to tell.

Hold on.

Are you one of those?

Those what?

A fainter.

You've got the look of
a fainter about you.

Tell me now and I'll get you a chair.

I'm fine, thank you.

Death was caused by scalding.

The epidermis and dermis have split,

leading to the breakdown
of subcutaneous fat.

Essentially, he's a
piece of boiled meat.

It's only his clothes
holding him together.

Time of death?

Best I can do is between 11 p.m.
and two a.m.,

but that's rough, okay?

In terms of formal ID,
he's had dental work done,

but it was a while ago
and he isn't registered

with a dentist 'round here.

I'll keep looking.

Anything else?

I'll call you if there is.

Great.

Oh, I was wondering, actually.

Do you have any plans for dinner?

Are you now?

With my wife, obviously,
and my sergeant.

Will there be wine?

There can be.

I'm there.

You've got to stop doing this.

It's my weekend.

It's not a case of whose weekend it is.

I don't want my kids
around a crime scene.

She's here now.

Let them go.

I've got a migraine, anyway.

Finn, Tilda, it's time
to go with your mum.

Faz, are you okay?

Can't believe it happened
in the brew room.

He won't tell me anything.

It's not like you to be coy.

Why won't you tell us what she's like?

Because you can find out for yourselves.

Get the door, would you, Winter?

Yes, sir.

Sorry I'm late.

I was removing a chain
saw from a chest cavity.

I wish these farmers wouldn't drink.

Paddie!

I am so sorry.

He's not usually like this.

Still got his testicles,
that's your problem.

Told you, just your type.

Very funny.

If he's aggressive, you need
to think about castration.

Oh, but he's not aggressive.

We've had him for a
year and he's never...

There are all sorts of health benefits.

Ian, my boyfriend's a vet.

I'll get him to give you a call.

Corkscrew?

Right, thank you.

It should be all done by Friday.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Love you, too.

We have to be able to find someone

who knew him well.

No family, no evidence of
a serious relationship.

He was everyone's acquaintance,
nobody's friend.

Clearly made an
impression on our killer.

Someone was willing to
inflict massive pain on him.

To echo the Brother Jozef legend.

I have to assume so for now.

Have you run a check on Kwame Asante?

I'm not buying his one
night stand story.

Me neither, but nothing came back.

No previous.

We did find the guy on the
answer phone, though.

He's a journalist.

Adam called him to say
that he had a story,

but wouldn't give him any details.

They were due to meet yesterday morning

for Adam to bring evidence.

Our ghostwriter was selling a story.

A secret about one of his clients?

I also tracked down some of
Keith Grundy's old gang,

but none of them would admit to having

concert without him.

Of course they won't.

Get the team listening to
Adam's interviews with Keith.

But there's hours of this stuff.

Better get going on it, then.

And what about this actress Adam wrote

a book for, Sylvia Reynolds?

Have we got an address for her?

Should do, she was at the launch party.

We've managed to speak
to most of the guests.

But none of them remember seeing Adam.

One did say that they saw
a light moving around

in the woods behind the abbey.

Get a search team up there.

I'm gonna talk to Russell Grundy.

The real ale nut?

Yes, but not because of that.

His name's come up in the door to doors.

A neighbor saw him arguing
with Adam in the street.

Darn right I argued with the man.

Have you read his book?

Not yet.

He showed me the first draft.

All very distasteful.

My father is a leading lie to
the prison reform movement.

That's what Mr. Osoba was
employed to write about,

but instead, it's for the
most salacious details

of his criminal past,
almost reveling in it.

It's your father's memoir.

Surely, the emphasis is up to him.

A book is an immortal thing.

It could damage my
family for generations.

My son Toby is on track
for a top university.

He's ambitious.

How would it look for him if some

grubby tabloid digs this
up in years to come?

When I met you at the beer festival,

you were very hostile towards
the Causton Abbey Brewery.

They make tasteless pop and call it beer

and expect you to drink
it off a packing crate

they're calling a table.

The owner thinks that Adam's murder

was an attempt to discredit them.

That's preposterous.

I've opposed them,
certainly, but only within

the letter of the law.

Wasn't anywhere near the place.

I didn't ask if you were.

Any news from the search team?

There are dozens of
footprints in the grounds,

it's right away.

Take a while to process.

Oh, hello.

You better come in.

Do come through.

I thought you were the press.

'Cause once they find out
I'm connected to poor Adam,

they'll be camped outside.

Oh, do you like that?

That's my Ophelia.

Stratford 1978.

And here you see my Lady MacBeth.

Would I have seen you
in anything on the TV?

I prefer the stage.

So much more creative freedom,

although I'm preparing a
new role at the moment,

Lady Bracknell and the
director's told me

there's a film adaptation in the offing.

I hate Hollywood, obviously, but they're

desperate for me to do it.

Had you had any contact with Adam

since he wrote your memoir?

Not at all.

That's what made him such a good ghost.

He knew when to disappear.

And besides, it was my book.

He was just an editor.

How does confidentiality
work with these things?

If Adam discovered something
during the writing process

that you didn't want made public?

Well, then it wouldn't go in.

My gosh, you're after a motive.

I'm simply asking the question.

You think I might have played

some devilish part in this?

How wonderful!

But no.

You are aware of Brother Jozef's curse?

I was going to have a
sage cleansing ritual,

just in case.

I'm sure that won't be necessary.

Oh, don't you dismiss it so lightly.

There are more things in
heaven and Earth, Horatio.

It's Jamie.

From Adam's notes, you can tell
he was more than an editor.

He wrote it for her.

Good at keeping secrets, wasn't he?

Imagine having a book in
the best seller chart

and not being able to
tell anyone you wrote it.

Winter?

Fleur's been trying to get ahold of us.

She said there's a problem.

Might have been slightly
out with time of death.

By how much?

About three years.

Our body definitely died
late Saturday night,

early Sunday, but I've tracked
down the dental records.

They're not for Adam Osoba.

They're a match for some
bloke called Adam DuMont.

He's a journalism lecturer.

He went missing from his home
in Manchester in May, 2013.

His car was found parked
at a local suicide spot.

They never found a body or a note.

Was declared dead 18 months
later with an open verdict.

He's been living under a false identity.

Looks like it.

Your ghost writer was literally a ghost.

Mr. DuMont was reported missing by

his civil partner of seven
years, Kwame Asante.

They were in it together.

He faked his own death.

Satnavs from yours and Adam's cars.

Same destination programmed in
on the same day last month.

A caravan site in the Cotswolds.

You met up with him, didn't you?

You've always known that he was alive.

It was all Adam's idea.

We were in so much debt.

Our relationship had broken down.

We needed a way out.

So you reported him missing,
played the grieving

husband and collected
the life insurance.

Why did you meet up with him last month?

We had prepaid mobiles
in case of an emergency.

Suddenly, he called me on it.

Said he wanted to come back to life.

So, you came here to stop him?

I needed him to understand.

I mean, I've got a new husband.

We've adopted a child.

If I had to pay back
the life insurance...

So, how did he think this
resurrection was gonna work?

I couldn't get a clear
answer out of him.

He just kept promising I'd be okay.

He said he didn't have money,
but he had the leverage.

Leverage?

I don't know.

Winter.

His plan to come back to life would have

destroyed your new family.

It's much more convenient for
you if he's dead, isn't it?

Where were you between 11
o'clock on Saturday night

and two o'clock Sunday morning?

I told you.

I was at his house.

Look, everything else is true.

He said he needed to go out for an hour.

The last time I saw Adam, he was alive.

Get Manchester involved.

We need every laptop and phone
removed from his house.

His new husband's gonna get a shock.

When you spoke to Russell Grundy,

did he say if he'd been
to the launch party?

Couldn't pay him to
go to it, apparently.

Well, that was uniform.

One of the bar staff saw
him in the abbey grounds

that night and we just had the
DNA back from Adam's house.

And it's Russell's?

As good as.

Oh, Mr. Grundy.

Counselor Grundy.

Could we have a word in private?

You can have one here.

Anything you want to ask me, you can ask

in front of these gentlemen.

Okay.

Were you or your son in a
relationship with Adam Osoba?

I beg your pardon?

Excuse me.

How dare you?

On what possible basis?

DNA found all over Adam's
house, including the bedroom,

is a familial match for your father.

Keith has no siblings
and neither do you,

so it can only belong to
either you or your son.

Then it's Toby's obviously,

but not for that reason.

Good God.

My son is a budding entrepreneur.

He's done odd jobs for
everyone around here.

That must have included Adam.

I shall be lodging a formal complaint

with the chief constable.

I'm afraid we haven't finished.

You said you weren't
anywhere near the abbey

on Saturday night, but
we've got a witness

who saw you on the grounds at 10:30.

What I said, in fact, was that I hadn't

attended the launch.

I was simply outside the
abbey to monitor things.

To monitor what, precisely?

You saw for yourself
our real ale festival

had a very disappointing turnout.

I suspected some of our members
might have betrayed us.

Now, assuming you're finished,
I'm late for a meeting.

This was two weekends ago?

Wanted to know how much for a re-paint.

Had you met him before that?

No, he'd seen one of my flyers.

Stick 'em through all
the doors around here.

Very enterprising.

Saving for university?

Yes, that's the plan.

Was this already broken?

I don't think so.

But then we never looked
'round this room properly.

This woman showed up,
having a go at him.

Did you recognize her?

Yeah, it was one of the
sisters from the brewery.

I dunno which one, but
she sounded drunk.

And what was she saying?

Well, he sent me to look at the garden,

so I didn't hear much, but she
was properly laying into him.

Sounded like she was
giving him the sack.

I never should have employed
him in the first place.

The book was months behind schedule.

I needed someone passionate or someone

who liked beer, at least.

Adam didn't like beer?

Well, I don't think he
drank alcohol at all.

It's a bit early for
that, isn't it, sir?

I think I know what Adam was
doing in the brew room.

Right.

Kwame confirmed it.

Adam was teetotal all his life,

so why would a non-drinker
take beer from a brewery?

I dunno.

Think about what we do know.

Adam was due to meet a journalist

and he promised him evidence,

so maybe that's what he was
doing in the brew room.

Maybe these beers are the evidence.

He had cheap ale in his
fridge, didn't he?

Mmm.

Now, if I'm right...

Huh.

That one's clearly lighter.

You think they're mislabeling?

If we test these against the cheap stuff

from Adam's fridge, I bet one
of them will be a match.

I can see a newspaper buying that.

Local brewery bottles up cut price ale

and sells it on as the posh stuff.

Question is, did the brewery know

that Adam was on to them?

We didn't want to do it,
but Russell managed

to stall our planning
commission and we just couldn't

expand production in
time to meet our orders.

So, you made up the difference
with cut-price beer?

How many bottles on supermarket shelves

actually contain your product?

About 50-50.

You said you done 10%.

People won't know the difference.

It's like wine.

If it comes in a nice
bottle and it's expensive,

it tastes better.

The whole point was to make something

we could be proud of.

No, Faiza.

The whole point was to
get it on the shelves

and start building a brand.

So, I suppose we'll
have to pay some kind

of fine or something?

That's out of my hands.

I'm more interested in what Adam knew.

What's Adam got to do with this?

We believe that he was
providing evidence

of your fraud to a journalist.

You weren't aware of that?

Adam found out about the
beer a few weeks ago, but,

he wouldn't sell us out.

It wasn't in his interests.

It wasn't until you sacked him.

If he's gone to the press,
it's because of you.

I've got to take this.

Sylvia.

Despite a friendship
spanning three decades,

Sylvia Reynolds pulled no punches

in her assessment of fellow
actress Jemima Chaplin.

She refers to her as a
talentless facelift

and said that she only got her parts

'cause she was married to a director.

With friends like Sylvia...

In an audio file obtained
by this newspaper,

Ms. Reynolds, 68, said
that only blind ambition

or actually being blind could
explain Jemima's decision

to marry such an
unfortunate looking man.

Charlie.

I assume they don't mention
where they got this audio file?

Just says a person trusted
by Sylvia Reynolds.

Well, it has to be Adam, surely.

He told Kwame he didn't have any money,

but he had leverage.

Perhaps this was it.

So, he gets the dirt on people.

Sylvia's comments, their
beer scam and then what?

Blackmail?

Or go straight to the press.

It's the ultimate ghost
writing sin, isn't it?

Selling off secrets to
the highest bidder.

Any luck with the newspaper?

No, they won't reveal their source.

However, they did say
that they never received

a physical recording.

The audio was sent on e-mail.

So why is one of the
Sylvia tapes missing?

Look, it goes from
volume 16, 12th of May

straight to volume 18.

Presumably that's the one

with the character assassination.

Maybe Adam hid it
somewhere for insurance?

Perhaps.

Have the team listened to these?

Not yet, we've asked
them to prioritize Keith

and there's something in his recordings.

It's from last week.

Adam was asking about Charlie Allen,

that old associate that
vanished in the 70s.

They
never found Charlie's body,

did they?

But you're seen making one's
who've told the police

you knew where it was.

Adam, when I tell you

to be careful, you should listen.

Charlie, he was a terrible listener.

Nasty business, that, eh?

We need to know if Adam made
contact with that informant.

I'll put a call into Wandsworth.

Find out who Keith Grundy
was sharing a cell with.

Do it on the way.

We need to speak to Sylvia Reynolds.

Bring that paper.

Oh!

Oh, Jen, Jen.

Do you mind, love?

Is everything alright?

Fine, just busy.

Actually, Keith, next time
you feel like gossiping

about me to the police, try to remember

I've got two kids.

Come on, I didn't mean anything by it.

Anyway, Adam was always
in and out of your place.

He came around twice.

And that's what I saw.

Are you alright, or is it
your time of the month, eh?

Yeah, maybe it is.

Hey, Jen, Jen.

Jenny!

My program's about to start.

Jenny!

Oh, it was the wine talking.

Pinot always makes me so indiscreet.

But you did make these
comments to Adam on tape?

And he promised he'd keep it to himself.

He's made me look dreadful.

People will forget about it soon enough.

Well, Jemima's husband won't forget

and he's the one that
cast me in my new role.

He called this morning.

It seems my services as Lady Bracknell

are no longer required.

The recording Adam made
of your conversation

has gone missing.

Would you know anything about that?

I assume he gave it to whichever

gutter journalist bought the story.

What time did you leave
the launch party?

Oh, 10:30.

I was in bed by 11.

Can anyone confirm that?

That I was in bed?

Sadly not.

Oh, thank God.

It's my agent.

Michael.

I have been calling you all day.

Well, the police are here.

They're just leaving.

Yes, I know, but this was
meant to be my comeback,

my ticket to Hollywood, I...

Sylvia, has Toby Grundy been
doing some work for you?

What?

Out there, clearing the garden.

Hang on.

I'm so sorry, but I
have to take this call.

Do you mind?

Thank you, thank you.

Goodbye.

For 500 pounds?

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out last time.

Breathe in.

Well done, now we're going...

Charlie,
he was a terrible listener.

Nasty business, that, eh?

What?

I told him to stay away from things

that didn't concern him
and it was good advice.

Sounded more like a threat.

Then you're too sensitive.

But Charlie Allen was
killed by the Kenton gang.

Oh, was he?

You know he was and you
know where he was buried.

Did Adam find out about
that before he died?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

And I am a very busy man.

Granddad, Dad says if they're gonna

keep questioning you,
you need a solicitor.

Tell him to calm down.

Anyway, we're finished here.

Isn't that right, Inspector?

For now.

It's a nice little
earner you've got going,

all these odd jobs.

Have you done some work
for Sylvia Reynolds?

Yes, I did her cellar.

She said you did her garden.

It were a deal for both.

I think she paid you 500 pounds
to do another job for her.

Hey, hold on now.

Did Sylvia Reynolds pay you to steal

a tape from Adam Osoba?

Excuse me?

He doesn't have to answer that.

No comment.

That would explain the broken
window, wouldn't it, Toby

and your DNA being all over the place.

Okay, look, I...

No comment.

No comment.

Good lad.

You still chawing through the memoirs?

I'm starting to see double.

Well, you can't expect yourself to read

everything Adam's ever written.

Besides, there's a little girl
upstairs demanding a story.

Apparently, Mummy just can't
do the voices like Daddy can.

Little Red Riding Hood.

Once upon a time, there
was a girl called

Little Red Riding Hood
who lived in a cottage

near the forest.

One day, Little Red
Riding Hood asked if she

could go to visit her grandmother,

as it had been awhile since
they had seen each other.

Hello?

Little Red Riding Hood waved goodbye.

Remember, said her mother, go
straight to Grandma's house.

Don't stop in the woods.

But Little Red Riding Hood
didn't listen to her mother

and strayed from the path.

By the time she reached Grandma's house,

darkness had fallen.

Keys.

And all the creatures of
the forest were sleeping,

all except for the big, bad wolf.

When Little Red Riding
Hood entered the cottage,

she hardly recognized her grandmother.

Grandma, what big ears you have.

All the better to hear
you with, said the wolf.

Grandma, what big eyes you have.

All the better to see you
with, said the wolf.

Hello?

Grandma, what big teeth you have.

What the...

All the better to eat you
with, roared the wolf.

I was on my way to work.

Thought she'd collapsed.

When did you last see Emani?

When I went to bed, about 10 o'clock.

Did Emani come to bed?

No.

I don't know.

I sleep in the spare room if
I have an early start or...

If she'd been drinking, I'd
sleep in the spare room then.

Your wife drank a lot?

Not every day.

But once she did, she couldn't stop.

She'd end up wandering
around the grounds

at three in the morning
with a bottle in her hand.

That must have put a strain
on your relationship.

We were reasonably happy, if that's

what you're gettin' at.

Emani was your second wife?

You were married to Jenny Moss before?

Yeah.

How were things between you all?

Civil.

What happened to your hands?

You serious?

I'm a builder.

We pick up scratches.

Who else was here overnight?

Emani's sister?

I don't know where she is.

I haven't seen her since yesterday.

But you have told her?

She's not answering her phone.

There's no answer, sir.

Her car's gone.

Winter?

Looks like it's been trashed.

Put an all unit call
out for Faiza Jindal.

Sir.

What was Emani's relationship
like with Faiza?

They were sisters.

They loved each other and they
tore strips off each other.

They'd had a disagreement, though.

Paul?

They argued about the
business all the time.

Sweetheart, are you okay?

Not now, Mum.

But it's awful.

I'm so sorry.

Are you?

What?

You hated Emani, just
like you hated Jenny

when I was married to her.

I didn't hate them.

Oh, just forget it.

That's not who he is.

He's upset.

Find out what he was wearing yesterday

and get it over to the lab.

Tell them it's urgent.

I'm not going to ask
what cause of death is.

And I try not to make assumptions,
but yes, that'll do it.

You've got recent bruising
on the arms and legs,

suggesting a struggle and on
this particular occasion,

the stench of alcohol isn't me.

How long do you think she's
been there, approximately?

Eight, maybe 10 hours.

So, killed between 10 p.m. and midnight.

Sir?

One of the neighbors thinks
that they saw a torch

in the abbey grounds last night.

The same thing as the night Adam died.

What time was this?

They wasn't sure, maybe around nine.

We need our search team
to cover this whole area.

Have you seen this?

In memoriam, executed on this
site, Brother Jozef 1539.

These are drag marks, aren't they?

Yes and there's blood over there.

I suspect she was killed
nearby then dragged here.

So somebody was making a point.

She was deliberately left at the site

where Brother Jozef was killed.

Give me hand.

I've never seen anything
quite like this before.

I think I have.

They're brewing tools from the monks

who founded this place.

Brother Jozef again.

This can't be about a monk
from the 16th century.

There must be some link
between Emani and Adam.

Why kill a brewery owner
and her writer-for-hire?

Perhaps we're looking for logic

where there isn't any.

Whoever did this is clearly unhinged.

Or trying to appear unhinged.

I wanted to apologize for earlier.

I was out of order.

Don't worry about it.

Even so.

Was there a rota like this for the night

that Adam was killed?

Yeah, it was on the door.

I assumed you'd taken it for evidence.

Who drew it up?

Emani did.

Why?

I'll be in touch if
there's anything else.

I don't think it's in the evidence room.

I know it's not, but someone's
taken it, haven't they?

Get the tech team to find the
original on Emani's computer.

If somebody was on duty the
night Adam was killed,

we need to know who.

Sir.

Time of death was closer to 10 p.m.
than midnight

and the liver's worth noting.

Cirrhosis, stage two.

She was an alcoholic.

What's that cut on her arm?

She had it bandaged under her clothes.

Fresh bruises on her arms and legs

plus older ones and several healed

and semi-healed fractures,
probably sustained

in the last three or four years.

So, what are we saying?

There could be other explanations,

but I'd say these
injuries are consistent

with long-term domestic abuse.

I'd be speaking to her husband.

We will be.

If anyone can tell us
what he's really like,

it's going to be his ex-wife.

Oh, Keith is in the lounge.

Just been giving him his pain meds.

We're not looking for Keith.

We were hoping to speak to you.

Oh, right.

Well, is everything alright?

Jenny, is it okay for
Finn to open one present?

Oh, hi.

I didn't hear the door.

What's wrong?

She was calling me, but I didn't answer.

What time was this?

I'm not sure.

Probably around 8:30.

It was an hour or so after I came here

and then my phone died.

Were you here all night?

Needed to get away.

We've seen your living room.

What happened?

I don't know.

I lost it.

You did all that?

What did you do to it?

We had an e-mail from the supermarket.

They know.

They've canceled the entire order.

You never agreed to substituting
the cheap beer, did you?

Of course not.

That was my product.

It's the only thing that
I've ever been any good at,

but Emani knew best.

What do you mean?

She could never let me have anything.

Always had to bulldoze her way in.

Did you have a row with
your sister yesterday?

I told her that I wished we'd never gone

into business together and I meant it

and I still mean it, but...

She was my sister.

What sort of a husband was Paul?

Does he have a temper?

If you're asking if he was violent,

then the answer is no.

There's plenty I could accuse him of,

but being a wife beater
is not one of 'em.

He loved Emani.

That was clear even to me.

Were you aware that Emani
had a problem with alcohol?

I thought that she probably did.

It wasn't obvious, but
my mum was an alcoholic,

so I know the signs.

And how were things
between you and Emani?

Not great.

But she was married to
the father of my kids,

so we made it work.

Can you take me through
your movements last night?

I was here, on shift.

I had dinner with Faiza about 8:30.

Then I was in and out
of resident's flats.

I took Keith's dogs for
a walk just after ten.

Where was Faiza at that time?

In my flat.

So, you couldn't actually see her, then?

She was in my flat.

I'd have seen if she'd have gone out.

Thank you.

Over here.

What is it?

I found something.

Sir, there's been an urgent

call from uniform at the abbey.

They think part of the
abbey wall collapsed, sir,

but these rocks have been
disturbed more recently.

Somebody's moved them.

They're right.

You can still see the
tool marks on this one.

Hmm, they've definitely been moved

since the place was
searched last Sunday.

Give me the torch a second.

Sir.

There's some kind of tunnel back here.

Caved in.

Someone's been trying to get access.

Winter.

Seems like it was buried in the wall

and then exposed when
the tunnel collapsed.

How long do you think
it's been down here?

Well, it's fairly intact.

Get forensics on it.

Will do.

What is this place?

I think it's a cell.

Back when the abbey was built.

Mmm.

Well, that doesn't look very medieval.

No.

Someone's had a workshop down here.

And I think we know
what they were making.

Wow, there must be thousands here.

1998.

But this place has been
in use since then.

Sir?

At the beer festival on
Saturday, Toby Grundy

was giving out all his
change in two pound coins.

That proves nothing.

Dad, they've got my tocs, the DNA...

That's enough of that.

That old equipment isn't yours, is it?

It's your granddad's.

Well, he hasn't used it for years.

He asked me to move it out of there.

So you thought you'd have a go yourself.

Let's keep this in perspective.

We're talking about a
tiny number of coins.

I put a stop to it the
second I found out.

We're also talking about human remains.

What?

Our forensic team are examining a skull

found in the rubble.

Okay, look, I never saw
anything like that.

How long have you know about

this little forgery
operation, Counselor Grundy?

Since the entrance caved in.

Toby needed help moving the rocks.

That's the real reason
you were at the abbey

on the night of the launch.

You were trying to get
rid of the evidence.

And last night?

Were you up in the abbey
grounds again with a torch?

Evidently you know that I was.

So you admit that you were
in the exact location

where Emani Taylor was
murdered last night.

Emani?

What?

I didn't know anyone had been murdered.

I was there, but only briefly.

I was forced to abandon
things because...

Oh, oh dear.

I left because I heard
a woman make noise.

What sort of noise?

I thought she was being amorous,

but perhaps I was mistaken.

Oh my God, Dad.

What time was this?

About 10:15.

But look, whatever else
happened up there last night,

I'm sure we can come to
some sort of arrangement

in respect with Toby.

I'd be careful where
you're going with that.

I'm simply saying he's not some yob.

He's going to university.

He's running his own business.

Now that's right, isn't it, Toby?

No job too big or small.

Even stealing a tape to
order for Sylvia Reynolds.

Toby?

I needed the money.

What on Earth for?

Because I'm not going to university.

What are you going to do?

I'm gettin' away from you!

I've tried to tell you this,
but you don't listen.

How can you?

Your head is so far up your own backside

you can't hear when a
woman's being murdered?

Ronnie, Reggie.

Hey, they're a bit ornery
with people they don't know

and coppers they do.

We need to ask you some...

Yeah, Russell called.

It wasn't the boy's fault.

He was just messing about.

So you admit that the
equipment belongs to you?

The entire operation is mine.

My uncle showed me the
place when I was a kid.

Nobody else knows about it,

and then, when I had my accident,

I couldn't get down there anymore.

When was this?

Oh, 2000,

and then when those posers
took over the abbey,

I asked Toby to shift the stuff.

Turns out, he takes
after his old granddad.

I'm actually more interested
in the human remains

that were found down there.

We believe they're male.

Don't know what you're on about.

A man's body was concealed down there

in a place which by your own admission,

nobody else knew existed.

And you told a fellow
prisoner that you knew

where Charlie Allen was buried.

No, no, no.

Can't be Charlie, you're making it up.

But if it was Charlie,
would he be down there

because you buried him personally,

or because you simply provided the site?

Neither.

And if Adam found out about
this from one of your

old associates in the Kenton gang,

what would have happened to you?

It's not Charlie!

Why?

Because you know he's
buried somewhere else?

No.

Because I never knew
what happened to him.

I made it up.

You made it up?

Yeah, there was a guy
called Charlie Allen,

obviously, and he was killed and it

probably was the Kentons

but they would never
have told me about it.

So what exactly was your involvement

with the Kentons?

I knew them, some of them.

I was a gopher, an errand boy.

I used to pick up their
kids from school.

You were their babysitter?

Well, I wanted to do more,
but it never worked out.

What about the rumors?

All the crimes you
never served time for?

Prison is a very frightening place.

What were you doing between
around 10 and 11 last night?

Not much.

I was here.

Ask Jenny.

She saw you?

She popped in about 10:15
to collect the dogs

and then drop 'em back
half an hour later.

Listen, are we, we don't
have to tell Toby

about this, do we?

Tell him what?

That I was never part of the scene

with the Kentons?

He likes the stories, eh?

What Keith says matches what
the other residents said.

They saw Jenny walking his
dogs and heard them barking.

Nobody remembers seeing
Faiza coming or going.

Emani's phone records have just come in.

But one number's been calling her a lot.

Day and night.

Does it say who it's registered to?

Yeah.

Tell me now, my lord.

Why do you keep alone?

Of sorriest fancies
your companions making.

Using those thoughts which
should indeed have died.

With them they think on.

Things

without all remedy should
be without regard.

What's done

is done.

What's done is done.

What's done is done.

What if it is the curse
of Brother Jozef?

I could be next.

What's going on with all your pictures?

I can't stand to see them.

Not now.

My agent thinks we can
ride it out, but...

It's over.

You knew it was coming.

I beg your pardon?

You knew that Adam was
going to the press

long before the story broke.

Why else would you pay Toby Grundy

to break into his house?

I obviously don't know where
you're getting this from.

From Toby.

He's confessed to
stealing the recordings.

Adam was blackmailing you, wasn't he?

He said I could match
whatever the newspaper

was willing to pay or he'd sell it.

I was all for paying.

But I was persuaded not to.

By Emani?

We know she used to be your publicist.

You called her the night
before the story ran.

Well, she said she could stop it.

She gave me her word.

But she didn't, did she?

You must have been furious.

It's an unfortunate situation, isn't it?

Adam sold a story that
threatened your career

and Emani's bad advice let it happen.

Now they're both dead.

Oh that's rather dramatic.

It's true.

Oh!

For goodness sake.

I wasn't even in Causton last night.

He's a London cosmetic surgeon.

And for the sake of
discretion, he said he could

see me in his office before
it opened this morning.

I stayed at the Langham overnight.

And will the hotel confirm that?

They know me there.

I'm not vain, you understand.

But that article said I was 68.

I've only just had my 62nd birthday.

How did the killer know
that Adam would be

in the brew room and that Emani

would be in the abbey grounds?

Followed them?

Lured them there?

You've really narrowed it down, then?

Helpful, thank you.

Full post-mortem for Emani.

I keep meaning to give you this.

I told my boyfriend about Paddie
and his aggression problem.

He doesn't have a problem.

It's a 20 minute operation.

He said he'd do you a discount.

Fleur speaking.

Saved by the bell.

She's right about this lot, though.

We can't even be certain
if Adam and Emani's

deaths are connected.

Have you found that
rota on Emani's laptop?

Yeah, yeah here it is.

Saturday 16th, Emani.

She was due to be in the brew room

on the night Adam died.

You'd only get rid of this if
you wanted to hide that fact.

Have you spoken to the...

So the question isn't
how did the killer know

that Adam would be
there that night, it's

who did the killer expect to be there?

You think Emani was

the intended victim both times?

And Adam was just collateral damage.

Sorry to interrupt your
speculation with a fact,

but have you spoken to the husband?

Because that was the lab.

They've got his jumper
under a microscope

and there are tiny specks of
Emani's blood all over it.

Your wife has unexplained injuries,

bruises, cuts, broken bones
that have never been treated.

What does that sound like to you, Paul?

Doesn't mean anything.

You have no alibi for your wife's murder

or for Adam Osoba's,

and microscopic traces
of your wife's blood

were found on your clothing.

No, no, I loved my wife.

Then why is her blood
all over your jumper?

And those cuts on your hands,

they're not from the
building site, are they?

No.

They're from Emani,
trying to fight you off.

It was Emani, but it's
not what you think.

She had a problem

when she drank.

She was a different person.

She only ever did it when she was drunk.

The next morning, she'd
be so ashamed, in tears.

She couldn't remember any of it.

Does anyone else know about this?

I promised I wouldn't tell anyone.

So the blood on your jumper?

She threw a vase at me.

Big piece of glass came off.

She came at me with it.

I got it off her, but she cut her arm.

Paul, did you kill your
wife in self-defense?

I didn't, I swear I didn't.

But she wasn't in bed with
me when Adam was killed.

I don't know where she
was, neither did she.

She was drunk after the party?

I found her collapsed
on the office floor

the next morning.

She had a complete blackout
about where she'd been,

what she'd done.

There were cuts on her arms, blood.

We thought she'd fallen over

and then when Adam was found...

You were afraid it was her.

Well, we just didn't know.

She asked me to hide her clothes.

Where are they?

Under concrete at one of my sites.

Now, that's a sob story.

Emani's the one with the broken bones.

I don't know.

They could be drunken injuries.

So you seriously think
Emani murdered Adam,

boiled him in a vat of beer

and then couldn't remember it?

No, but I think Paul
was frightened enough

of her to believe it.

So, what?

Then he kills her because
he thinks she's a murderer?

I don't see it.

Pull up those statements
from the residents

at the care home again.

About Faiza?

They just said they didn't see her.

No, about her walking Keith's dogs

through the gardens last night.

Didn't they say the dogs were barking?

Yeah, a couple said
the barking made them

look up and that's when they saw Jenny.

But this was 10 o'clock.

It was dark.

Those dogs wag their tails for Jenny.

They only bark at
people they don't know.

It must have been Jenny walking them.

Keith saw her.

Or did he?

I've already been through this once.

I need you to tell me
exactly what happened.

I was in here reading.

She lets herself in and
takes the dogs out.

Alright, Keith.

Come on Ronnie, Reggie, walkies.

Go on lads, off you go.

Walkies.

Thanks, Jenny.

So you didn't actually see Jenny.

Did she come in here to give you

your pain meds or anything?

No.

And I'm not on pain meds.

Well, she said that you were.

Ha.

Does Jenny give you
injections for anything?

No.

Do you know where she is now?

Yeah, she's at her kid's
party at the village hall.

She lied about where she was when Emani

was killed and she lied
about administering drugs.

So what was she doing with that needle

in her office, then?

Have you looked at the memoir

she was working on with Adam?

Well, there's not much to look at.

It's just a collection of facts,

favorite film, favorite
music, favorite food.

Exactly.

She said she was writing it for when

her children are older,
but they're all things

you'd know about your mother already.

Unless...

Jenny.

What?

Look, I know you have a job to do,

but I'm trying to keep things normal

for my children.

We've got 20 kids turning up any minute.

We need to speak to your ex-wife.

Can you take the kids
into the kitchen for me?

What does he want?

Please, Faiza.

Finny, shall we go grab a sandwich

from the kitchen, yeah?

Come on, darling.

Come on, you too, Tilda.

It might be better if
we talk on our own.

You can say what you
want in front of Paul.

It concerns your health.

What?

Maybe we should go outside.

What's he talking about Jen?

I was gonna tell you
after Finn's birthday.

Tell me what?

I'm not well.

What's wrong?

I'm not well, Paul.

It's the same thing that my sister had,

but it's spread.

How long?

Years?

Months?

Not years.

You were worried about
your children's future,

weren't you, Jenny?

You said your own mother
was an alcoholic.

What's her mother got to do with it?

Because I know what it's
like to live that life.

To be little and scared and not know

what you've done wrong.

I would never let any harm
come to our children.

So why is Matilda wetting the bed?

And Finn coming home
with bruises on him,

talking about Emani being
all whopperly and shouting?

She was never any threat to them.

When she drove them back
to my house last week,

she had alcohol on her breath.

How do you think I can
let a woman like that

raise my children?

What are you saying?

You'd seen the brewery rota.

You knew that Emani would be
in there on Saturday night.

I knew it was a time
when she'd be drunk.

No.

Come on, Jen, no!

What's going on?

Can you just look after
Finn and Matilda please?

Paul?

Just keep them in the
kitchen with Mum, please.

But it went wrong, didn't it?

Because it wasn't Emani who walked in.

It was Adam.

He's the only other person

who knew about the cancer.

I told him everything and
we were writing the book

all about Emani and her drinking.

Jenny?

Adam, no, no.

No, don't come up here.

You can't tell anybody I was here, okay?

Not yet.

He knew why you were there.

It was obvious.

No, it's not what you think.

No, give me the knife.

I told him to back off, but

he just kept coming for the knife.

No!

And then, we were struggling.

I was just trying to get away.

And then he was falling and,

and he was in the vat.

This was not an accident.

When Adam's body was
found, boiled to death,

the lid of that vat was closed.

You shut him in there.

He was never gonna survive that.

I just, I panicked.

You came back for a second
try though, didn't you?

With that thing.

You were still determined
to kill Emani, weren't you?

You wanted to make it look like
the murders were connected.

So you tried to link them
to Brother Jozef's curse.

I didn't know what else to do.

You said nobody else knew
about your diagnosis,

but that isn't true.

You had help.

No.

No, I did it on my own.

You killed on your own.

But somebody helped you
to fabricate an alibi.

Who was walking Keith's dogs?

It was Faiza, wasn't it?

No, Paul.

She was staying with you last night.

She hated her sister
even more than you do!

It wasn't Faiza.

Well, then who was it?

My boy, I'm so sorry.

You made excuses for Emani
over and over again.

But I saw the bruises
on you and on Finn.

I couldn't stand by.

Alright, Keith.

Come on Ronnie, Reggie.

Walkies.

Walkies.

Thanks, Jenny.

I'm your mother.

You helped to kill my wife!

Mum, Mum?

Paul.

Hey.

Hey, let's go and practice
blowing out your candles

before your friends come.

Please.

This is the last birthday I'll ever get

to spend with my kids.

Two minutes.

Thank you.

Come on Finn.

Come on three.

One.

Two.

Three.

So, as you can see over here,

the line of the window...

I'm amazed a few bones under some ruins

get this much attention.

Not any old bones.

Brother Jozef.

If you're going to stick around here,

you'll have to learn the legends.

Yeah, we've got a headless horseman,

a faceless phantom.

A bollock-less dog?

Never!

He helped to solve the
case, didn't you boy?

The least I can do is
protect your manhood.

Well, I thought we could go for a beer.

You know what?

I might prefer a glass of wine.