All language subtitles for Wycliffe - S01E05 - The Last Rites

- Excuse me.

Kersey.
- Yes.

- Thank you.

Aw yes, Dr. Franks, yes.

Yes, I understand that,
but if you don't come down,

then we're gonna have to go
to Exeter or Bristol even.

Yeah.

Look, Mr. Wycliffe's here,
do you want a word with him?

Oh, I see.

Okay.

Dr. Frank, sir.

He's really enjoying his
weekend in Saint-Malo.

- And?

- He'll be here in an hour.

- Good.

And Lucy's on her
way as well, sir.

- Perfect, get these cars moved.

Looks like a circus.

- Nasty, eh?

I wonder why they moved her.

- Yeah.

- Sir?

This is Reverend Jordan.

This is Superintendent Wycliffe.

- Well, Reverend.

Tell me what you know.

- Her name's Jessica
Dobel, she cleans for us.

- On a regular basis?

- Yes, between the
hours of eight

and 10 on Saturday evenings

or any other evening
before there's a service.

Some weddings, funerals,
and lately, we've taken--

- So she was cleaning
the church last night?

- Yes.

- Next of kin?

- Her sister, Katherine
Geach married to Abe Geach.

They live in the old
vicarage next to the church.

That's where Jessica
Dobel lives.

Lived.

Alone?

- No, she has tenants.

The Vinters.

There's a lot of land

and they help on the farm
in exchange for lodging.

I understand that is
the arrangement.

I see.

Now did she clean for
you in a voluntary sense?

Oh no.

Jessica was not a keen
supporter of the church.

She needed the money.

I believe she had a hard
time making ends meet.

- Chocolate biscuit?

- No, thank you.

- My sister, Celia.

Celia, this is Superintendent
Wycliffe.

- I'm very pleased to meet you.

- Now I see the first service
this morning was 8:15.

Why were you at the
church at seven?

- I came to collect
my sheet music.

I'd left it after
Giles's lesson.

He's the son of Jessica's
tenants, the Vinters.

He's a bit of a music scholar
and I give him lessons.

- I see.

What sort of a woman
was Jessica Dobel?

- Well, she was strong.

Independent.

Her life had not been easy

and she faced adversity
with courage.

- And?

- Well, you will hear rumors,

but I would ask you to approach
Jessica without prejudice.

A certain laxness
in sexual matters

doesn't necessarily
mean that someone

isn't at heart a good person.

- Thank you.

- Methodists.

We will be having a
makeshift service

at the vicarage at half past
if any of you would care--

- No, I think we'll be
too busy, thank you.

That's all for now.

Well?

- He's got more to tell us.

- So who's next then, sir?

- I should like to see
Jessica Dobel's house

and meet the Vinter family.

- What about her sister,
Katherine?

- No.

We should leave the Geaches
with their grief for a while.

I understand.

We'll let you know.

- Stephanie Vinter.

- She wanted to know
when we would be

kicking them out of the farm.

- She didn't waste
much time, did she?

- I suppose you can't
blame her, Kath.

- I can blame her for
not letting anyone know

Jessica didn't come
home last night.

- Are you gonna tell me what
happened between you and Jess?

- No.

- Kath.

I think you should.

- You can't imagine how
little I care what you think.

- And hills upon whose sides

the clinging farms hold
Bible Christians.

- Betjeman.

- Who else?

- Suppose I should read
some of his stuff.

- No, he's too nostalgic
for you.

- You from the police?

- Deputy Superintendent
Wycliffe.

Inspector Lane.

- I'm Lawrence Vinter.

Miss Dobel's tenant.

Come on.

- It's the police, dear.

Put the kettle on.

She ate dinner with us and
then went to the church.

At 7:30?

- Yes.

- And she didn't come back?

- No.

- Weren't you alarmed?

- No.

It was not unheard of for Miss
Dobel to be away all night.

- Without warning you?

- Absolutely.

She didn't give a fig about us.

- Was the feeling mutual?

- Well--
- Yes.

Entirely.

- How had you come to
be working for her?

- Lecturer at Bristol
University.

Well, I had a breakdown.

Then, well, through an
advertisement in the local
paper,

we stumbled on this.

- We lost our house.

- I see.

Do you have any income?

- Lawrence owns a little
from translation work.

- Would it be all right with you

if my colleague had
a look around?

- Yes, I suppose so.

- Thanks.

Going back to the church.

- I'll show you her room.

This is Giles.
- Hi.

Oh, nice computer.

- Lawrence scraped
the money together

by doing laboring work for
Abe Geach's building company.

- Oh, Mrs. Vinter, I'm not--

- Cash in hand.

Will you arrest him now?

- Would you like me to?

Can I see Miss Dobel's
bedroom please?

- Sharp blow to the head.

Hammer or something similar.

Left parietal near
sagittal suture.

Death probably sustained
sometime last night.

Her body removed post-mortem.

I do know there be
no sexual assault.

- Would the blow require
much strength?

- Well, I've no scientific
basis for this, but...

- But what?

- There's something odd about
the undressing of the body.

It looks so posed.

It doesn't seem to me
like the work of a man.

Do you know who
will inherit the farm?

- Her sister, Katherine.

They were left it jointly
when their parents died.

- Will she let you stay?

- No.

She'll boot us out
as soon as she can.

Bang goes our motive.

Did any of you
go out last night?

- I didn't.

I had a migraine, went to
bed straight after dinner.

Giles stayed in when he came
back from his organ lesson.

- And your husband?

- He always walks around
the farm after dinner.

In the dark?

- He has a thing about bats.

- Bats?

- Bats.

Do you know anything
about these?

- I knew she'd had one.

She opened it one
day at breakfast.

She showed it to me.

- Was she upset?

- She laughed and
said, "Silly cow."

- So you got the impression
she knew who'd sent them?

- Yes.

I did get that impression.

Mrs. Geach
to see you, sir.

Show her in.

Well, hello.

- I'm Jessica Dobel's sister.

- I know.

- Well, I thought you
would've been to see me.

- Well, you've come to see me.

Sit down.
- Yes.

The Vinters.

Jessica came to see
me last night.

She was considering
chucking the Vinters out.

They were upset, angry.

- When did you see her?

- On her way to the church
about eight o'clock.

- And that was the last
time that you saw her?

- No.

I went to the church bit later.

See, we'd had a bit of a run-in

and I wanted to sort things out.

- I see.

And this would have
been at what time?

- Quarter past eight,
something like that.

- What was she doing?

- Hovering.

- What was your row about?

Get out of
here, come on now.

- What's happening?
- Wait.

- What's going on here?
- He won't let down.

- You'll be Mr. Geach,
I presume.

- Yes, but what's
she doing here?

- Don't just barge
into my office.

- I wanna know what
she's doing here--

- Oh, be quiet!

Your wife came to talk to me.

- I saw Jessica alive.

After Katherine left the church.

- You told me you stayed
in the house.

- Well, I didn't, I came
to look for you.

- For heaven's sake, be
quiet, the pair of you.

We'll call round
tomorrow morning

and take a formal statement
from you both.

- Yeah, but I got
buzzers tomorrow.

- Be there!
- Come on, leave.

- Goodnight.

- Yeah.

I felt sorry for Jess.

That's 4.95, thanks.

She had a tough time and
not just financially.

'Cause of the locals?

- Yeah.

They're a pretty tight-assed
lot mostly.

Thanks.

They didn't approve of her.

I liked her.

She was fun.

- What was it they
didn't approve of?

- Her free spirit.

She didn't have much
time for their piety.

She'd laugh at it.

They thought she was a
Muslim fundamentalist.

Seriously?

- No.

But they didn't like the fact

that she didn't believe
in their god

or that she wasn't married.

- Was she promiscuous?

- Healthy.

Attractive.

One lover a decade would've
been enough

to set the witches clucking.

- Did she have lovers?

- One or two.

Did Jess come
in last night?

- No.

She rarely came in here.

Katherine came in though
for an hour or so.

With her husband?

- No, alone.

- Is that unusual?

- To be honest, she'd
had words with Jess.

She wanted a drink.

And she wanted to talk to me.

- What did she want
to talk about?

- Jess.

She wanted to know who'd
been sleeping with her.

- Did you tell her?

- No.

- Did you know?

Her husband, Abe.

- Lucy.

Should I call the police
officer to get a bed?

This is a murder inquiry,
not a wedding reception.

- Sleep well?

No.

- What is it, Kath?

We must be sure and tell them.

Jess had told the Vinters
she was kicking them out.

I already did.

- Then good.

And we can tell them

Lawrence Vinter had
been sleeping with her.

- What?

- Oh yeah.

- Don't be ridiculous.

With Vinter?

How do you know?

How do you know Lawrence Vinter
was sleeping with Jessica?

- Well, I...

- Get out.

Get out!

She was my sister, you bastard!

Sir.

- Doug.

- Forensic rang.

The boot mark in the mud
was male, size 10 or 11.

They reckon they'll be able
to identify the actual boot.

- That's good.

Doug.

- Huh?

- What are the motives,
do you think?

- Well, there be two
motives I think.

One, the farm, which
puts the Geaches

and the Vinters in the frame

and two, the victim's
promiscuity,

which puts most of
the male population

of Westcott in the frame.

- Not to mention the
wives and girlfriends

of half the male population
of Westcott.

Where did she have resignations
with her many lovers?

And who were they?

Abe Geach.

Lawrence Vinter.

- Reverend Jordan.

- My guess is he swings
the other way.

- If he swings at all.

You been busy?

- Yeah, I've been reading
about this in the papers.

Had an interesting chat
with a woman at the shop.

The amount of information
she has to dispense,

I'm surprised anyone
bothers to buy a newspaper.

She said Jess was
deeply disliked

by the Christian Women's Union.

President Celia Jordan.

Secretary Stephanie Vinter,

who is a sanctimonious
and snotty cow

who is married beneath her

and isn't taken down
and dusted enough.

The Vinter's son, Giles,
is an obnoxious

big-headed mother's boy
who needs a good walloping.

- 'Scuse me a minute.

Reverend Jordan.

- Oh.

Good morning, Superintendent.

Sorry, it's
just a quick question.

By all means, yeah.

- The sheet music.

You came to collect it.

- Yes.

- But what you found was
the body of Jessica Dobel.

- Yes.

- Then you went straight
to the phone and called us.

What then?

- I went back to the
church and I waited.

- You never collected the music?

- No, I suppose I didn't.

- It isn't there.

- Is it not?

- No.

Any idea who might
have taken it?

- No.

- All right, that's
all, thank you.

Lucy.

I want you to go and
talk to Celia Jordan

with particular reference
to the letters.

Do you think they
might have some bearing?

- Don't you?

- Well, they seem unpleasant,

but they're not exactly
threatening.

- What, in a village full
of twitching curtains

and Christian zealots?

A harlot is a deep pit.

She lies in wait like a robber.

The harlot may be hired
for a loaf of bread.

What's going on in this place?

- Do you want me to go and
talk to Abe Geach, sir?

- Yes.

Lucy, is there any word through

from Franks on the post-mortem?

Ah, talk of the devil.

- Charming.

- Well?

- I would regard the
cause of death, et cetera,

all as is per my earlier
predications.

But?

- Two buts.

The woman was a few
weeks pregnant.

- Would she have known?

- I would say so.

- And?

- And there are fingerprints,
careful, on those.

And there was a fourth letter

in the back pocket of her skirt.

It was unopened.

There are no fingerprints
on the note on the inside.

- Thee shall hate the whore

and shall make her
desolate and naked

and devour her flesh and
burn her up like fire?

I'm afraid my
brother's not here.

Oh, that's all
right, Miss Jordan,

it's you I came to see actually.

I hope it's not inconvenient.

- Um...

Well.

Fire away.

Did you know
Jessica Dobel?

- Extraordinary question,
of course I did.

- What did you think of her?

- That's another extraordinary
question.

I thought she was unpleasant
and inherently bad.

I didn't like her.

- Do you have any idea
who sent her these?

- This wasn't set by the same
person that sent those three.

- What makes you say that?

- Because I sent those three.

- I see.

Why did you send them?

- I sent them because I was
offended by her conduct.

- Well, that's not very
Christian of you.

- Young woman, your jurisdiction
is exclusively legal.

Your opinion on matters
moral or theological

is of absolutely no
interest to me.

Have you any more questions?

- Yes.

Do you care that Jessica
Dobel was murdered?

- As you sow, so shall you reap.

So the last time
you saw Jessica Dobel

was when she left here
at eight o'clock?

- No.

Katherine went to speak
to her at the church

and when she didn't come
back, I went to look for her.

- Did you talk to
Miss Dobel, sir?

- No.

I, well, I looked in
at the church door.

I saw Katherine wasn't
there and then I went home.

- Did you actually
go into the church?

- No.

What time was
this then, sir?

- Maybe nine o'clock.

- What was she doing?

- I think she was polishing
the alter rail or something.

Singing to herself.

- I couldn't help noticing
your mode of caravan.

It's very nice.

What do you use it for?

- As a site office and
somewhere to stay in

when the contracts are
a long way from home.

- Must be handy for
entertaining, isn't it?

- What do you mean?

- You know, nights of passion.

- Who the hell do
you think you are?

- I'm a police officer
investigating a brutal murder.

Unfortunately, it's gonna
lead to a lot of dirty linen

being dragged out of
the clothes basket.

That's why I assumed you chose
to be interviewed alone, yes?

- Sorry.

- Now are you gonna tell me?

Did you entertain Miss
Dobel in your caravan?

It would be a simple matter
for our forensic boys

to check the lady had
been in your caravan, sir.

- Spent some nights
in there, sure.

- Does your wife know?

- No.

- Did you know Miss
Dobel was pregnant?

- No.

Well, that isn't mine.

I'm 100% certain of that.

- Who might the father be then?

- Lawrence Vinter.

- Sir?

CRO.

Lawrence Vinter didn't
lose his lectureship

because of a nervous breakdown.

He was sacked.

Some sort of impropriety
with a female student.

- Right.

Go over to the Vinters
and get his boots.

- Right.

- And the boy's.

- Okay.

Talk of the devil.

- Come in.

Giles Vinter.

Let's talk through here.

Well, this must be
your old school.

- No, I went to a private
school in Bude.

Oh, Lawrence didn't pay,
I got a scholarship.

My mother's parents
made up the difference.

- I see.

Why do you come here?

- I wanted to tell
you something.

My parents had a big
row before dinner

the night Jessica was killed.

Lawrence didn't come
back all night.

- Why are you telling me this?

- I thought you'd want to know.

- Oh, I do.

Just tell me.

You left the church when?

- Just before eight.

- Did you bump into Jessica?

- No.

- Anything else your
want to tell me?

- I don't think so.

- Oh, Giles.

Did you take the music with
you after your organ lesson?

- What do you mean?

- You were playing some
Bach apparently.

Did you take the sheet music?

- No, why would I?

It was Michael's.

- Michael?

- Michael Jordan, the vicar.

- That's all, thank you.

- Are we allowed back
in the church?

I need to practice.

- Mrs. Geach?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to startle you.

Is this a bad time?

- No, no, I suppose I'm just...

- Death is a hard
thing to deal with

and murder's close
to impossible.

But Mrs. Geach, if
you could just

help us with a couple
of details,

we can leave the third
degree until later.

- Thank you.

- The night your sister
died, you had a row.

What was it about?

We do know she was pregnant.

Did you think it might
be your husband's?

- Why, you certainly have
learned a lot in a short time.

- Did she suggest that
he might leave you

and move in with her?

- No.

- And you followed
her to the church.

- Yes.

- Straight after she left here?

- Yeah, well, as soon as
I could get my shoes on.

- Was she alone when
you got to the church?

- No.

She was talking to the vicar.

I waited for her to finish

and then went over
to speak to her.

I had to know who
the father was.

Did she tell you?

- No.

- Did she say what she
intended doing with the child?

- Yeah.

She was gonna chuck the Vinters
out, rent out the field.

Bring up the child on
her own at the farm.

- Had she told the Vinters?

- I believe so.

- Did you have any sort of
physical fight with her?

- Lord, no.

I was angry, but

she was my sister.

I loved her.

It's all so confusing.

- Giles.

- Ah, Mr. Vinter.

Hoping we might bump into you.

I was wondering if
you might come in

tomorrow morning to see us.

A few points need clarifying.

- Certainly.

- Go get some air.

Why have we come here?

- There's only two things
I hate, Lucy.

One is irrational phobias
and the other--

- Bats.

- Bats, good.

- It's like a little chapel.

- Yes.

Lawrence Vinter's
home from home.

- That's strange.

- You think so?

If it was a choice between this

and the village, I'd
take this any day.

Life can be quite a
struggle for some people.

Why wouldn't they draw in
their tentacles and retreat?

Well?

- Well, the Geaches are
nicely in the frame, sir.

- How come?

- Well, I've just spoken
to the solicitor

and the Geaches inherit
the farm.

- So?

- Well, it's a motive, isn't it?

I mean, Geach is a builder.

120 acres, few houses,
nice golf course.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Maybe I should arrest them all.

They all have a motive
and they all appear to be

equally inadequate
and unpleasant.

But the noose is tightening

and whoever is the murderer
will be feeling the pressure.

Let's let him stew a little.

- Him?

- Or her.

Notice threats.

Sheet music, there's
something there.

Has to be.

I think I've had enough
for one day.

I'm going home.

Good night.

Sir?

Sir?

- Mm?

All right, all right.

- Sorry, sir.

Lawrence Vinters disappeared.

Doug's gone over to the farm.

He was
out bat-watching

or whatever last night.

When I woke up, I realized
he hadn't come back.

- What was he wearing?

- Ables.

- Did he take any other
clothes with him?

- Not as far as I can see,

but he has taken all
the money from my purse.

- She wanted to know who had
sent the letters to Jessica.

- And was it you?

And did you tell her?

- Of course.

My conscience is clear.

- Oh, Celia.

I do hope we don't
have to move again.

I really have felt recently

that I have begun to
do God's work here.

- If you think doing God's work

is allowing everyone
to do as they wish,

if you think doing God's work
is having no moral stand--

- Celia.

Enough.

I'm terribly sorry.

- That's all right.

Might I have a word?

- Of course.

- Are you going to the church?

- Yes.

- Well, let's walk together.

- Right.

Something
you want to tell me?

- The night she was killed,
Giles was very upset.

There'd been rows and
ructions at his home

between the parents and
some mention of them leaving

and of a relationship between
his father and Jessica.

Giles was trying to work

and all this was distressing
him beyond belief.

He was crying.

- And?

- And I comforted him.

- I see.

And Jessica arrived as
you were comforting him?

- Yes.

I had my arms around him

and sadly, it was a moment
inviting misconstruction.

Jessica seemed delighted.

She laughed.

Made some joke.

Giles was distraught.

I sent him home and then
spoke to Jessica.

- What did you say?

- I said it was innocent

and that she should keep
what she'd seen to herself,

as the pain it would
cause to Giles

if she spread this story around
would be quite unbearable.

- What did she say?

- She said she wouldn't
tell anyone.

- Did you believe her?

- I don't know.

- All right.

Thank you.

Oh, any idea who might
have taken the organ music?

- No.

None, I'm afraid.

- Still nothing?

- No, sir.

Is there anything we
don't know about, sir?

- Like what?

- Well, I don't know, sir.

- Should we be talking to
some of the other suspects?

- Well, I don't think there's
much point really, Lucy.

- No.

- It's a strange jigsaw.

All the pieces fit,
but they don't

seem to make any
sort of picture.

Right, I'll be off again.

I've got my telephone, so
anything important turns up,

just give me a ring.

- If he's up to something,

it's bloody awful to
tell us, you know.

- Weird.

Sorry,
I just put it out.

Calm down, calm, calm
down, calm down.

Take it easy, take it easy.

It's all right.

Give me the bag.

Tell you what.

Let's drink the whiskey and
forget about the asprin.

What do you say?

- All right.

Cheers.

- Cheers.

Where have you hidden
the things?

The hammer?

Thank you.

You didn't really want to
kill yourself, did you?

Well, I decided to.

- That doesn't answer
my question.

- Oh.

I could cope with
prison I suppose.

Peace.

Books.

Food.

No pressures.

- No Stephanie?

- No Stephanie.

- Why'd you kill her?

You're not under caution.

- Anger.

- Was it to help Giles?

Or Stephanie?

In case they did
something stupid?

I mean, they're very
religious, aren't they?

Where does all this wild
fundamentalism come from?

Reverend Jordan?

- More his sister, Celia.

- And you thought Stephanie
might do something

rash?

- Yes.

Jessica had become an
easy target for all them.

A focus for their frustrations.

- Where's the sheet music?

Radio KOMO
News at eight o'clock.

Truro Police have
said that a man

handed himself into their
custody this morning

and is now helping
with inquiries.

They refuse to confirm
that he's Lawrence Vinter

whose description was
circulated yesterday

as a man being sought by
police for questioning.

They did confirm however
that the man's at present

helping them with
their inquiries

into the murder of
Jessica Dobel.

- That's good news.

- Yeah.

- Better get over to
Truro then, sir.

- Let's take a walk first.

Ah, Giles.

The very man.

Just a couple of questions.

- Well?

- Your father's in custody,
do you care?

Do you care that a woman
was brutally murdered?

- If you've got Lawrence,

why are you still
asking questions?

- A policeman's work,
Giles, is never done.

I've just been reading this.

Break their teeth, oh
God, in their mouths.

Smite the jawbones
of the ungodly.

The righteous shall rejoice
when he seeth the vengeance.

They shall wash his feet--

- In the blood of the ungodly.

Truly there is a
God that judgeth.

- Tell me about Jessica.

- What about her?

- Things you hated.

- She was bad.

Evil.

Didn't believe in God and
mocked me because I did.

Do.

- She was a harlot.

- Oh yes.

- And did your father succumb?

- He's a fool.

- That may very well
be your opinion.

I've no doubt it's
your mother's,

but he has other qualities.

Generosity of spirit.

Loyalty.

You're a bright young
lad, Giles.

Tell me this.

He hid the hammer,
the murder weapon,

but he also took the music.

Why would he do that?

- I don't know.

- I'll tell you.

He thought it might
incriminate someone.

Someone he loves.

Someone he saw in the church

standing over the body
of Jessica Dobel.

A body that'd been dragged
right the way up to the alter

and then very carefully
placed on the steps.

He told you to go, didn't he?

Then he attempted to
clear up after you,

but he made a mistake.

He thought the music was yours

when it actually belonged
to the Reverend Jordan.

Covered up for you.

When the chase got close, he
was willing to take the rap

for a spoiled child
that hates him.

Generosity of spirit.

- I told you.

He's a fool.

- He's a good man.

And you,

you're under arrest.

Doug, take him to Truro.

- What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Giles!

What's happening?

Where are you taking him?

Giles!

- Job for you, I'm afraid.
- Giles!

That's my son.