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[crow caws]

[suspenseful music]

I'll be gone half
an hour, no more.

By the time you wake,
I'll have your tea ready.

We'll eat.

We'll go dancing.

[Dougie groans]

[door bangs]

[cutlery clatters]

[fire crackles]

[wine trickles]

[water trickles]

[water splashes]

[footsteps thump]

[suspenseful music]

[crows caw]

[door creaks]

[crow caws]

Where are you?

It's all right.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

[crow caws violently]

[Bella exclaims]

[loud thud]

[crow caws]

[sombre theme music]

[car door bangs]

[Vera] What have we got?

White female, late 50s.

The woman of there
is Anne Preece.

She found the body.

[Holly] She says it's the
woman from the farmhouse.

Black Law Farm?

Yeah.

She did some cleaning.

[Vera sighs]

It's Bella.

Bella Furness.

She's fallen from the
ladder but, cause of death

well you're looking
at it, single blow.

Lump hammer's usual
weapon of choice.

We've got search
trained officers

looking for the weapon.

Cottage, surrounding area.

[Billy] Judging from
the damage, they've used

a fair amount of clout.

Has anyone been up
to the farmhouse?

No, not yet.

Her husband's bedridden.

Go and make sure he's all right.

And try not to alarm him.

Yeah mud on the rungs
corresponds

-with the mud on her shoes.
-Can I?

Yeah, samples all
bagged and tagged.

The mud stops at the sixth rung.

So the killer's up here
waiting for her.

-She gets this far--
-Wallop.

-Why would she wanna--
-Roll in the hay.

No, try thinking with
your brain for once.

Maybe she was going up
there to help somebody.

Yeah that would be Bella.

What's this?

Forensics think it's
juice, some wild berry.

Probably on the killer's shoe.

I was just in the kitchen
and I heard a crash.

I want to say I heard
a yell, as well,

but to be honest, I'm
not sure if I did.

Anyway, I thought I'd
better see what that was.

[Vera] Yes take your time.

I went out to the barn.

Her eyes were closed
but, well, you just know.

You phoned.

Yeah, I drove to the
top to get a signal.

Why didn't you call
from in here?

There's no landline
in the Cottage.

That's one of Constance
Baikie's stipulations.

She wanted this place
to be a retreat.

Did you see anybody when
you were driving up?

Not a soul.

Where did you have
your car parked?

Round the side.

So anyone coming
up the main track

wouldn't have known
you were here?

Why are you here?

I work with something
called the KEA.

Sorry, it's a world of acronyms,

Kemp Environmental Associates.

We're doing an impact
assessment.

Oh this is the new quarry?

Yeah we're looking at
the proposed site

and the areas, well likely
to be affected.

You find a rare termite,
the whole thing's off.

And who's on your team?

Team?

There's no team.

Just me, I'm afraid.

-Oh one-man band?
-Yeah.

Last line of defence, anyway.

Ma'am.

[suspenseful music]

[car engine revs]

Looks heavy enough.

Get it off to forensics.

Ma'am.

It's standard equipment.

-[plastic rustles]
-I need it.

Treat yourself to a new one.

There's a nice drop.

You knock off early today?

Came back for lunch.

Who were you expecting?

No one.

[fire crackles]

Oh well, Bella sometimes
sticks around for a glass.

And you can't think of anyone
who might, wish her harm?

I didn't know her that well.

Now have you got somebody
you can stay with

-for a few days?
-Oh, there's no need.

I wouldn't like to think
of you on your own.

That's touching, but, I
can look after myself.

I used to visit this place
with my dad, as a kid.

[chuckles] Baikie's Cottage.

Constance Baikie was
one of those women

knew everything about nature.

Her egg collection,
second to none.

The look on me dad's face
when he handled those eggs.

Seems an awful long way
to come for a few eggs.

What's that supposed to mean?

She, leave her cottage to
this environment lot, then?

People are more interested
in the local economy

than they are the environment
these days.

Uh, Constance would be spinning.

[car rumbles]

-[door bangs]
-How's Bella's husband?

He's upstairs, asleep.

His son's on his way.

Right.

Wait here for him.

Are you getting anything
on that?

Comes and goes.

See if you can get a background
check on Anne Preece.

Belt and braces on this one.

[sombre music]

[paper rustles]

[drawer rumbles]

[paper rustles]

-What's going on?
-DS Joe Ashworth

-What's he done now?
-Listen I'm afraid,

there's been a bit
of an accident.

I need to sit down and
have a chat with you.

-Mr. Furness!
-He just said

there's been an accident.

Is it my father?

No, your dad's okay.

-It's your mom.
-Me mom?

No, my mother died
when I was seven.

No, it's your stepmother,
Neville.

I'm very sorry.

We found Bella in the
barn at Baikie's.

And we think she was murdered.

[Neville] Have you
tried telling my father?

No, not yet.

Well, I'll do it.

[footsteps thump]

Dad?

Dad, you awake?

It's Neville.

Got a bit of bad news for you.

Bella's been killed.

It's you and me now.

We'll just have to make
the best of it, eh?

Do you understand?

[plastic ruffles]

Shouldn't you ask my permission

before you start gutting
the place?

This is a murder inquiry.

I could always get a warrant.

Have you just come
back from work?

Aye.

[Vera] And where's that?

Kimmerston Pine.

I have a workshop on
Cragvale Industrial.

Ah, plenty to vouch for you?

Aye, probably.

Bella not too keen on
the new quarry, was she?

[sniggers] Bella and her causes.

I had a hard job keeping
up to be honest.

She any family?

Well, I thought you
knew all about her.

Holly.

Ma'am?

Complete background check
on Mr. Neville Furness.

[Vera sighs]

[inhales deeply] No wonder Bella

didn't want a quarry up here.

A quarry might improve it.

All this space will
drive you mad.

Lose sight of this Joe, you
say goodbye to your soul.

[Vera inhales deeply]

-[suspenseful music]
-[car rumbles]

Bella Furness.

Married ten years
to Dougie Furness.

Five years into the marriage,
he's paralysed by a stroke.

She's his sole carer.

Prior to that she was
his physiotherapist,

helping him get up over
a previous stroke.

Yesterday afternoon, she
was bludgeoned to death.

Nothing stolen as
far as we know.

No sign of sexual molestation.

So what are we looking at?

Motive, means, opportunity?

Anne Preece?

She found the body.

With you so far, but why?

Who else did she
spend time with?

And I want names to these faces.

Right, you like a good read.

A woman doesn't write a diary
unless she's got something

worth writing about.

Now, Neville Furness.

He seems happy enough to
be short of the stepmother.

Well, with Bella gone and
his dad incapacitated,

he assumes power of attorney.

Is that a motive?

Farm's remortgaged, worthless.

Plus, he runs his own
business Kimmerston Pine.

There's Slateburn.

Yeah, go on.

Company behind the
proposed quarry.

Slateburn need access
to the new site.

Any feasible road would need
to go through Black Law Farm.

Which Bella would
never contemplate.

She was offered £400,000.

She turned it down.

So Neville and Slateburn
both stood to gain

from Bella's death.

Well only if the quarry
gets the go-ahead.

[Vera] I need background
on all the core staff

at Slateburn.

I can do that.

That's an awful lot of
power in her hands,

don't you think?

Right, we've all got
our jobs to do.

Let's do 'em.

What?

-Overtime.
-Get away, man.

Baikie's Cottage.

It's the arse end of nowhere.

The National Park's
part of our district

the last time I looked.

Well only since they
changed the boundaries.

That's, your old stomping
ground, isn't it?

Back in the day.

Bella Furness.

I thought it might
be worth mentioning

that she was a suspect
in another case.

And is there any evidence
that that's relevant?

No.

Well, let's not over-complicate
things.

Okay.

One-off.

[paper rustles]

[car rumbles]

[heavy vehicle roars]

I'll be back till later.

[door bangs]

Sorry, can I help?

Northumbria Police.

You're boss about?

Did you make an appointment?

No, pet, but I'm here
now, aren't I?

Sorry.

Would you like to
wait in the office

and I'll see if I
can scare him up?

Are you a policeman?

Police officer.

[May] Why are you
dressed like that?

We don't all wear uniforms, pet.

No, I mean like that.

[door rumbles]

Godfrey Waugh?

Chief Inspector Vera Stanhope.

Chief Inspector.

I see you've met May.

This is my wife Barbara.

Oh you work here too?

May wanted to show her face.

A chance to see her
dad in daylight.

I'm not that bad.

Yes, you are.

-Grace, could you--
-See?

Come on.

[paper rustles]

[Vera] Bella Furness.

Yeah, I was sorry to
hear about that.

[Vera] You knew her, of course?

Sure.

Where were you yesterday
lunchtime?

I was with the head of KEA.

He was telling me how
much this environment

survey's gonna cost.

Great, isn't it?

I'm the one who loses out
if they find rare grass

or some such, but I've
got to pay for it.

And this road you want
built, past Black Law Farm.

Access to the new quarry.

Seven heavy truck movements
passing Bella's house

every hour.

400 new jobs versus a
bit of double glazing.

Oh, there's more to it
than that, Mr. Waugh.

Or so Bella thought.

Yeah, well she had her
head turned, didn't she?

Edmund Fulwell.

Man breaks windows for a living.

Opposes every new development.

It's like a form of Tourette's.

I'm sorry, what's the
connection to Bella Furness?

Well, he's her Heathcliff,
isn't he?

Well I don't blame her for
getting a bit carried away

she was married to some sort
of paraplegic type, wasn't she?

Oh, it's a condition, Mr.
Waugh, not a lifestyle choice.

Still, good news for you,
now the property passes

on to the next of kin.

Been in touch with
the family at all?

We dropped a card round
this morning,

condolences and so on.

Get the ball rolling.

Listen, it's all one to me.

She would have sold
up sooner or later.

-Oh.
-Everyone has their price.

-[heavy truck rumbles]
-I need you and Holly

to find Edmund Fulwell.

Him and his blue blood.

Bring him in for a chat.

Edmund Fulwell's old man,
was one of the Holme Park

Fulwells.

Used to own half of Kimmerston.

He was disinherited when
Edmund was a kid.

[Joe knocks on door]

Edmund!

Police!

-Open up!
-Go away!

Come on, Edmund, don't
play silly beggars.

Section six, mate.

Section six, you know
what that is?

I've got a bloody legal
right to be here.

Who do you think the
Queen got her land from?

Stole it from idiots like you.

Go and evict her!

[door bangs]

We just wanna talk to ya.

You try coming in here,
you're committing an offence!

We're not here to evict you.

We just need you
to come with us.

-[door creaks]
-What for?

Slateburn.

Slateburn?

And Bella Furness.

I'm not in the mood for this.

And you think we are?

What you been using
that for, Edmund?

I said I'm not in
the bloody mood!

-[low thud]
-[Edmund grunts]

Get off!

I haven't done anything!

[book pages rustle]

[dramatic music]

[door creaks]

[wind howls softly]

[bird coos]

[footsteps thump lightly]

Let's talk about the
break-in at Slateburn.

It wasn't me this time.

Oh.

These papers, in your home.

What you break in,
help yourself?

Look I don't know why you're
wasting your time with this

when you've a murder
on your books.

Well, let's just start
with these papers.

I'm not gonna press charges.

Prison would be like
a health farm to you.

I'm not the only one who feels
strongly about the quarry.

But for you it's personal?

It's personal for
a lot of people.

That land should've been yours?

People with land fence
themselves in.

The whole of England
belongs to me.

You and Bella, you were close?

There were none of that, if
that's what you're implying.

We were mates.

We walked the Black
Law hills together.

They were sacred to us.

Why sacred?

People have been burying
their dead on Black Law

for centuries.

A lot of the stones you find
there come from Holy Island.

Carried 70-odd mile to
make burial cairns.

Those people respected nature.

We should be learning from
that, not destroying it.

Who do you think killed Bella?

You've seen what those
quarries do.

It's violent.

It's a rape of the earth.

And people who profit from
violence are never above using
it

for their own interests.

She...

She was a good person, you know.

I don't need to tell you that.

We're having a memorial
for her at the church.

You should be there.

[door knocks]

Ma'am.

Miss Preece!

Miss Preece!

Intruder?

A bit like, this poor thing.

Peck each other to
death in there.

Go on, bugger off.

[crow caws]

What's wrong with that one?

Why won't it go?

Learned to love its captivity.

Well they use a tame bird
to lure in the wild one.

[crow caws]

[wood cracks]

You okay?

Keeping busy.

So, this woman at the window?

That's right.

-Can we take a look?
-Sure.

I had a look around,
but she'd already gone.

Could you describe her?

Small, thin, mid-30s.

Dark hair, dark eyes, very pale.

You asked me yesterday
if I'd seen anyone

around the cottage,
I made a mistake.

I saw a woman when
I was driving down.

The same woman?

Yeah, I'm sure of it.

[gurney rumbles]

Off to the stepmother's
memorial?

What for?

He'd only get worked up.

I daresay that sounds
hard-hearted to you, does it?

And does your dad
not have a say?

How can he?

He can't even speak.

Anyway, there's a
vacancy come up.

Decent place, good place.

No use hanging around.

We won't keep you.

We just wondered if you
saw a woman round here

earlier today.

Maybe coming back up the road?

Short, dark hair, 30s.

Can't help you, sorry.

Why?

So where are you taking him?

Riverdale.

Hmm, expensive.

I am trying to do the
decent thing here,

in me own half-cocked
fashion, all right?

I mean, what's he gonna
do stuck out here?

I don't know what else to do.

Go on.

Silver lining.

We can drink what we
like now, can't we, Dad?

She was his wife, Mr. Furness.

[ambulance doors bang]

And if anything gives
me comfort,

it's knowing that Bella
were loved and not,

just by Dougie, but
by, anyone who met her.

So...

thanks so much for coming.

To Bella it would
have meant a lot.

[footsteps thump lightly]

[Bev] Finally got what
was coming to her.

[Vera] Bev MacDonald!

I knew you'd be here.

[door creaks]

You don't mind, do you?

[Vera] It's bad for your health.

[inhales] Me health!

That's a good one.

Bev, where were you
yesterday afternoon?

I'm a suspect?

Should you be?

Used to it.

Your lot treated me like
dirt when my little boy

-disappeared.
-I didn't.

[Bev] You're all the same.

Around the time Bella
Furness was killed.

Bella Furness.

She had nothing to do with
your son's disappearance.

You would say that,
wouldn't you?

You're the copper that
let her get away.

Do you remember that?

July 25th, 1999, the
day my life ended.

She had an alibi.

From a man who later
married her.

That's not an alibi.

Our failure to find
your son is a raw nerve.

Tell us about your pain.

That's what I really
wanna hear about.

A witness saw you near
Baikie's Cottage

-yesterday afternoon.
-She's lying.

Who said it was a she?

Bella Furness has been murdered.

I'm glad.

Glad it was her.

Did you kill her?

When Lee went missing,
you lot wasted hours

interrogating me and Greg.

You really put us through it.

And now you want my help?

Hey, I got these things made up.

-[paper rustles]
-Look.

Do you know who that is?

It's my Lee.

What he'd look like,
alive, today.

But do you know what?

When I see him, and I do,
he hasn't grown an inch.

And every time I see a
copper, near me house

I'm hoping that he's
bringing news.

It's not much to ask, is it?

Something to bury,
something to say goodbye to.

Every night I pray to
God he was carried away

by the river and not
taken by evil people.

Can you imagine what it's
like, that the last prayer

left in your heart, is a prayer

that your little boy is dead?

[bangs table] I am asking
you a question!

No.

No, I can't.

Right.

Are you gonna charge me or
are you gonna to let me go?

Keep it.

Maybe you wanna charge him.

[door creaks]

[background chatter]

[paper rustles]

[plastic rustles]

[sombre music]

[door knock]

Five years old.

Front door open.

Mom asleep on the sofa.

And off he trots.

Goes for a little walk.

He must have got lost.

Anyway, cases like these,
nine times out of 10

it's the parents, and
we're thinking,

perhaps they wanted to get rid.

It's precious time those
first few hours.

You don't get 'em back.

Bella was out on the
moor, same time.

Interviewed her myself.

Bev, she just wouldn't
let it go.

She was so sure Bella
had taken her lad.

Scapegoat?

Yeah, along with yours truly.

What did I miss, Joe?

You weren't the SIO.

Oh that makes it all
right, does it?

If it were you?

-We all make mistakes.
-I didn't make a mistake!

Bella Furness had
nothing to do with

that lad's disappearance!

You're very smart, aren't you?

[plastic rustles]

What do you want, anyway?

Holly's got the results.

You're not going to like this.

I never do.

No prints.

Nothing distinctive in the barn.

No trace of anything
out of the ordinary

on the trees or bushes
and the hammer

that we took from Anne
Preece was clean.

Wait so let me get this right.

What you're saying is
we've got nothing.

Ah but remember the stain
in the hayloft?

Well, maybe if you
hummed a few bars.

What!

Forensics say it was
rowan berries.

Rowan?

Bright orange berries,
apparently.

Okay.

Take what scraps I can.

[Kenny clears throat]

Ma'am, I've tried talking
to Neville Furness

about his business but
he never seems to be in.

But I did talk to a couple
of his suppliers though.

Kimmerston Pine haven't
been paying their bills.

One of the suppliers is
threatening legal action.

Wee motive there.

Right.

[paper crumples]

Guess what that was?

What?

Overtime.

I liked her better when
she was sulking.

-[door knock]
-Hello?

Who's that?

Clearing out the farmhouse.

I, thought you might be
able to use some of this.

-Sorry about your--
-Step-mother.

You found her, didn't you?

Aye, yes.

Yeah, I did.

Why are you still here?

Killer out there.

You alone in here.

Not quite alone.

You met the wee smurfs outside.

Anyway, I'm here to do a job.

I saw you at the church.

I watched you.

Well, what did you see?

Front door was open.

Oh come in.

Well, fancy seeing you here.

Better go.

Be seeing you.

Oh did I spoil the moment?

There was no moment.

[clears throat] Has
that woman been charged?

Ah now, you know I can't
tell you that.

No, I'm here to take
a fresh statement.

Everything you can remember
about the day of Bella's murder.

And don't leave anything out.

I didn't leave anything out.

I'm sorry.

I've work to do.

Right, well, I'll
just tag along.

Nothing deters you, does it?

Sooner this job's finished
the better.

So did you find that woman?

Nah we talked to her.

Was it her?

[soft thud]

This all part of the survey
or are you just having fun?

You want a go?

Quite good at throwing
me weight around.

[soft thud]

You examine what's inside
the quadrant.

It's called ground truthing.

Well there's nothing
here but grass and weeds.

Cross-leaved heath.

Round-leaved sundew.

-Bog asphodel.
-[hammers nail]

Things get more interesting
beneath the surface.

You should know that.

Found what you're looking for?

-As in?
-Well, you know,

as in stop the quarry.

I'm a scientist, you
know, last time I looked.

Neutral party.

Anyway, I'm not done yet.

Nobody's gonna scare me off.

See any rowan trees
in your travels?

-On the moorland edge?
-Hmm mm.

No reason why not.

With bright orange berries.

Is that normal?

Not really.

Not here.

That's an ornamental rowan.

It would have to be introduced.

You mean someone would
have to plant it?

Basically.

Right.

Thanks.

-Enjoy your--
-Ground truthing.

And call off your little
watchdogs, would you?

Don't like being spied on.

You'll get the invoice
in the morning.

-May,
-Thank you.

[Barbra] Come here.

May!

Dress rehearsal, come on.

-I think just take it up.
-[May mumbles]

Just a couple of inches,
you'll soon grow into it.

Hey!

Do you mind?

Now just turn round for me.

-Turn slowly...
-All right?

Yeah.

Just finishing up.

Stay for a drink?

Oh, sorry.

Running late as it is.

Story of my life.

[Barbra] Thank you.

[book pages rustle]

[printer hums]

[papers rustle]

Celine's gonna forget
what you look like.

Okay.

Night.

Night.

[suspenseful music]

[car rumbles]

[car engine roars]

[car rumbles]

[ominous music]

[seagulls squawk]

[suspenseful music]

[Vera knocks]

[Vera chuckles]

How is the bed?

Excuse me?

Upstairs.

Well I used to come here, oh
a lifetime ago now, did I say?

Me dad and Constance Baikie
had that much in common.

Birds, eggs, you name it.

Otters.

Mad about otters [laughs]

Me sergeant's smiling,
look at him.

He knows what's coming [laughs].

Tremendous aphrodisiac,
otters, or something, anyway,

cause sooner or later,
up they'd go, two by two,

for a little forage
on their own.

Sorry, what?

I'm sorry, pet, no.

I just wondered if you
changed the bed at all.

You know, you and Godfrey Waugh?

Oh.

It's just the same,
as a matter of fact.

I do pick 'em.

If it's any excuse I've
been trying to break it off

but he just won't have it and I,

I get suckered in every time.

Work know?

-he, what is it?
-KEA.

God, no.

Who else?

Bella?

No!

Now something's troubling me.

You see, you had
two wine glasses

on the table the day she died.

-Well, Bella and me--
-Bella didn't like to drink.

So either Mr. Waugh was
here, was on his way,

or had just passed through.

I'm afraid the timings
don't work out.

All day meeting in Alnwick
granted, but according

to your very lovely
assistant outside,

you broke for lunch around 12.

Which leaves you minus an alibi.

Look, I love what I do.

I'm proud of what I do.

What, for an access road?

She would have sold in the end.

I do have some moral
handbrake, believe it or not.

No it's downhill all the
way with Anne Preece.

Oh.

And you think I, what, just to--

Put her little report to bed.

Well, I can't deny
it crossed my mind.

Annie's all right.

Her strength, makes a change.

Oh.

Anything to report?

Thanks for your time, Mr. Waugh.

Bella Furness was in every week.

What if she saw them?

What if she found out?

Being passionate
about her causes,

Stop The Quarry.

And here's Anne Preece
shacked up with the enemy.

Mean that's a motive
to shut her up.

-If.
-If.

What?

It might be nothing. I'm just--

Oh, don't tell me it's
all in the bloody diaries.

It's not as simple as
that, I'm afraid,

but I photocopied everything
that I thought was relevant.

Look at this, "Dougie said I
was the most beautiful woman

he'd ever seen."

Dougie said this, said that.

I think Dougie can
communicate better

than his son seems to think.

Or it could be the
fantasies of a lonely woman.

Oh I'd better pay him a visit.

Well done, Joe.

Hmm, what have you
got in your bait?

She's put bugger
all in my butty!

Not even a scrap of butter.

[Holly laughs]

Oh she's got a lot on her mind.

Me sister, when she
had the twins

she was a right basket case.

She left them outside
the post office [laughs].

Well, Celine's not
like your sister!

Celine's fine.

All right.

I'm taking her out tonight.

Right.

Well, I'm off.

Just wanna talk to your dad.

This is ridiculous, I'm his son.

If he can talk, he'd talk to me.

Oh would he?

Of course he would.

I don't want him upset
with this nonsense.

Does he know how Bella died?

I have no idea.

He just lies there.

Have you tried asking him?

He can't communicate!

By the way, when you
told him Bella was dead,

did you have to be so blunt?

-Well I don't think--
-"Just have to make

the best of it," I
think that's blunt.

Yeah?

Yeah, well, it was
pretty much word

for word how he told
me my mother died.

More warmth in a statue.

[Neville sighs]

If he can talk, why
won't he talk to me?

These might help.

People can change.

Now, don't make me have
to go back for an order.

Dad?

You remember Chief
Inspector Stanhope.

She has a few questions.

Godfrey Waugh.

Trying to curry favour.

Not exactly subtle, is he?

Will you sell?

That's the plan.

All eyes on Anne Preece, then.

Meaning?

Well that land of yours
will be worthless...

if her report blocks the quarry.

I suppose.

Do you mind if I talk
to your dad alone?

[door creaks]

Hello, Dougie, remember me?

It's Vera.

I helped you that time
when Bella was in trouble.

But now, unfortunately, I'm
investigating her death.

And I need you, to talk to me.

I know you can communicate.

I've read Bella's diaries.

I'm sorry, Dougie, it's me job.

I said to my colleague,
"Women don't keep diaries

unless they've got
something to write about."

Oh she had something to
write about, didn't she?

She had you.

I know it's hard, but
if there's anything

at all you can tell
us, to help us to catch

Bella's killer.

Don't matter how trivial.

Or perhaps a little bit of
gossip where she worked?

You...

know.

You show me.

[Dougie taps]

Godfrey Waugh.

Anne Preece.

She knew.

What, did she confront them?

[Dougie grunts]

No, right.

Did she, talk to Mrs. Waugh?

[Dougie groans]

Right.

But she told you.

So how did she seem?

Angry?

I mean, Anne Preece was
compromised, wasn't she?

The work on her survey.

[groans] No.

For me...

she did it...

for me.

What?

I said no...

sell.

But she wouldn't listen?

In the end, I heard her,
talking on the phone.

[car rumbles]

-[phone beeps]
-Holly.

[Holly] Ma'am, CSI say
no trace of a phone,

but it's like her husband said.

40-second call made to
Waugh's office number

at Slateburn quarry.

Thanks, pet.

[door bangs]

Well, obviously, if I'd known!

No, it's true.

Network just confirmed we
took a call from her number.

[Godfrey] So why did
nobody tell me?

40-second call.

Answer machine!

No I check all messages
every night, last thing I do.

Who else has access
to these phones?

Well, apart from
Grace and myself,

one of the lads could
have come in, I suppose.

It's possible.

-It's Grace?
-Bishop.

And how long have
you worked here?

Six months, why?

She came highly recommended.

Yes. I'll bet.

I'll check who was clocked
in that day.

If you'd be so kind.

[door bangs]

Grace Bishop.

26 years old.

Is there a criminal record?

Not a squeak.

Degree in catering,

Coventry University.

Various hotel jobs.

London, Toulouse, Singapore.

That's exciting.

Well, what's she doing
stuck in that Portakabin?

And would she have buried
that message?

Joe.

No, Holly.

Drop in tonight.

Ask her nicely who else could
have heard that message.

Who does she trust?

Background on the boss,
that sort of thing.

See what comes out.

Meanwhile, Kenny, 18
staff on site that day.

Background checks
on all of them.

-Ha ha, gutted [chuckles].
-Yeah, and you can help him.

No but I'm going to
Grace Bishop's!

No clubbing for you tonight.

I don't like clubbing.

Well, there's a stroke of luck.

Now, then, who else knew
about Bella's change of heart?

Apart from Dougie, of course.

Her stepson.

He never said anything.

Nah, but we can still ask.

No, who else?

-Edmund Fulwell?
-Right.

He and Bella, comrades in arms.

Now, how's he going to react
when he hears she's sold out?

Two prison terms for
alcohol-related violence.

Well he's on a hat-trick.

Well, thank you, Kenny.

And she never said anything
to you about selling up?

No.

We never said anything, really.

I had nothing against
her, you know.

I just...

didn't want him to be happy.

[scoffs] What a thing
to say out loud, eh?

I mean, look at him.

And yet, he was.

She made him happy.

You read those pages
I gave to you?

From the diary?

It's not the man I knew.

I can't imagine how he
must be suffering.

A son with any love
in him would end it.

Or give him something
to live for.

Hey, who's the lucky fella?

We had a deposition.

Godfrey Waugh sent the
fragrant Barbara around

with a bunch of flowers.

They don't give up,
I'll say that for them.

Any second thoughts
about selling?

I didn't till she showed up.

It felt sort of tacky,
to tell you the truth.

Selling the family silver.

Anyway, I'll talk to me dad.

[door creaks]

[soft piano music]

[car engine rumbles]

Quick half?

Dutch courage?

Nah, I've not got time.

What?

Out with it.

She's dead clever,
isn't she, Holly?

-If you say so.
-Oh you think so.

I mean sending her around
to chase up Grace Bishop,

you must think she's
got something.

Oh right.

-[Vera giggles]
-You're loving this,

aren't you?

She's young, female.

She can play the sister card.

You can't.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Yeah, I thought that
was the case.

[door creaks]

Night.

[door bangs]

Wait!

I need your help!

What's going on?

-Celine's not there.
-What?

Jessie and Michael are in.

The doors unlocked,
there's no-one with them.

[car door bangs]

[crows caw]

[rubber glove squeaks]

You hungry?

I've got, some, they're
quite nice.

Take a bit of getting used to.

[plastic rustles]

A Fisherman's Friend?

No?

All right.

Are you Mussolini?

I beg your pardon?

Mussolini.

The lady that Dad works for.

Well, yeah, I expect that's me.

Is that what your mom calls me?

We all do.

Oh that's nice.

Here they are now.

[sombre classical music]

Oh guys, come on.

[door bangs]

No.

No sign.

She left work around three
hours ago, apparently.

Hang on, what's that?

Grace?

Grace Bishop?

[Holly pants]

Forensics came through.

There's blood on
the wheel brace.

Right.

Sorry to wake you up.

I want a full description
and photo of Grace Bishop

circulated.

Usual warnings.

And if you were halfway
fit, we wouldn't be going

to this trouble.

Where's Joe, anyway?

Probably stopped off
for a decent sandwich.

[drawer rumbles]

[papers rustle]

What have you got?

Local history thing.

Hey.

Don't say anything.

[Vera] "To Grace with love."

Any news?

This one of yours?

Listen, you've got it wrong
about Grace, you know.

If there was anything
going on she.

She's part of the
furniture, really.

May is devoted to her.

Your daughter?

How about you, Mr. Waugh?

Oh I think she's more
May's generation than mine.

Well that's a relief
to hear you say that.

Did Grace have any friends
that you know about?

We wondered about a
boyfriend but I don't know.

She was always out walking.

She never mentioned anyone
in particular?

You might try Barbara.

Not to me.

No, sorry.

[Joe] Girl in a hurry.

Smells good.

Trying to get a head
start on supper.

Why?

-Do you?
-Oh no, no, thank you.

-I'm...
-Are people

always feeding you up!

-[Joe laughs]
-One of those faces.

Your wife much of a cook?

I saw the ring.

Well, small baby, you know.

Oh.

How old?

Four months.

There's never any time,
that's the trouble.

She gets so tired.

It's quite normal.

Yeah.

I know.

Do one thing for me, would you?

Take her to a doctor.

Kick her through the
door if you have to.

Oh no, it's nothing like that.

She's just a bit done
in, you know.

Sorry.

I'm so sorry, dishing
out free advice.

No, no.

Enjoy your dinner.

[car doors creaks]

-Any use?
-Aye.

Nah, not really.

She gave us a bit of a pep talk.

Busybody.

Well, I'll go to the
foot of our stairs!

What you got there?

Golden oldie.

Edmund Fulwell with
a little boy.

You think that's
your missing lad?

Lee?

What, Lee MacDonald?

No, it's a little girl, look.

But what's it doing there?

Unless...

What do we know about
Grace's family?

You think that's her?

You think that's Grace?

She's Edmund's daughter?

We could ask.

[Grace] I don't know, do I?

Someone must have
seen us together.

When?

How should I know?

Police were asking questions.

It won't take long, will it?

Can we please just come clean?

If we go in together,
it'll be all right.

It's a bit late for that now.

Why did I let you
talk me into this?

Because this is my land!

They bloody well
stole it from me!

That was a lifetime ago.

Well, if you're not going.

No, don't.

No, no, don't, please!

This'll finish me!

There's plenty of other jobs!

-I don't want another job!
-Where's your bloody loyalty?

-[Grace screams]
-[Edmund exclaims]

Don't say that like
you know what it means!

Those people you hate,
they're a real family.

And the way they are
with that little girl.

[sobs] You're so blind
you don't even know

who your real friends are.

All those years, [sobs]

not so much as a birthday card!

Christmas parties I
spent sitting in the hall

in case you came
and I missed you.

[Grace sobs]

Some dad!

[door creaks]

[Edmund pants]

[door bangs]

[car rumbles]

[doors bang]

[Edmund groans]

[glass shatters]

[Edmund pants]

What do you want?

We just wanna talk
to you, Edmund.

We're looking for Grace Bishop.

Your daughter.

Well, she left.

Where is she?

I don't know.

How did you get that
mark on your face?

[panting] I don't know.

Branch, probably.

So why have you trashed
your lovely home?

It's my home.

I'll do what I like with it.

Something she said?

Close, are you?

I hardly knew her when
she was growing up.

Her mother looked after her.

I used to visit, try
and help with her.

But when it came down
to it, I was...

too bloody selfish.

You give her this?

No.

No?

Still, she took that job
here for you, didn't she?

At the quarry.

Help with your crusade,
a spy in the camp.

Some spy.

She settled in up
there, didn't she?

Handing over documents
of the firm, wasn't she?

Wanted to be needed, I expect.

First your soul mate betrays
you, then your daughter.

What?

Well Bella changed her
mind and all, didn't she?

Called Godfrey Waugh.

Left a message consenting
to the sale.

-Two hours later--
-No!

No.

No, never.

Bella would never do that.

Not in a million years.

Grace never said
anything to you?

She must have heard
that message.

Someone wiped it, you see.

She said something about, not
knowing who my friends were.

Is that what she meant?

Did Bella betray me?

Did she? [pants]

[sombre music]

Four minutes past one.

Time of death.

[Billy] You'd think she'd
have treated herself

to a decent timepiece.

I bet she never treated
herself to anything.

Looks like a hammer again.

Blow delivered with
considerable force.

Doesn't mean that she
didn't kill Bella.

Two killers employing the
same method, it's possible.

However unlikely.

Yeah, way above my pay grade.

Can I have that in writing?

[chuckles] There's lots
of little scratches.

[Vera] Crows.

Ta.

A murder of crows.

Collective noun for
crows, a murder.

Right suit yourselves.

I've been saving the
best till last.

Trace of blood and, there.

What are they?

Some kind of seed, again.

See if these are the
same as last time.

Rowan.

[car rumbles]

Our rowan tree?

Well, how did ya find it?

[Joe] I used a bit
of this, you know.

The ancient knowledge.

That Anne Preece found
it, didn't she?

Technically, yeah.

She phoned to tell me when
we were at the quarry.

[doors creak]

[door bangs]

Maybe somebody's nurturing it.

People used to plant
them to ward off witches.

Not working, then, is it?

Here I am.

And to stop the dead
haunting the living.

How old is it, do you think?

Right.

Now this is complicated so get
your brains out of neutral.

Item number one.

Now, some of us assumed
that Grace Bishop

used this to kill Bella Furness?

Kenny, take us through
the forensics.

Fox blood.

Fox hair.

Fox DNA, lots of fox-related
stuff.

Probably ran over
a fox, used that

to put the fox out
of its misery.

Well there could
be two murderers.

Kenny?

Bella Furness.

Grace Bishop.

Now, the shape and extent
of the damage

is pretty much identical
in both cases.

But when we cleaned
the blood away,

we found that there was
a distinctive nick

on the face of what we
assume was a hammer.

Here...

and here.

Different victim, same
weapon, same method.

Now, we've been working
on the theory

that Bella Furness was murdered

because of her opposition
to the quarry.

[taps lightly] She
changed her mind.

Decided to sell the
access route to Slateburn.

Left a message saying as much.

But somebody heard that
message and wiped it.

What if Grace Bishop
found the message,

wipes it, has a change of heart,

big fight with her father.

Her father.

Motive and means for both
Bella and his daughter.

Now if anyone's gonna kill
for a pile of rocks, it's him.

But his own daughter?

Or, park the phone message.

These two, Anne and Godfrey.

Now Bella knew their
little secret.

What if Grace found out?

Hmm?

And was easy enough.

She worked for him, fancied him.

Allegedly.

What if...

What if she was jealous, hmm?

Picked a fight with Anne Preece?

Grace, she knew about
you and Godfrey Waugh.

Please don't waste your breath.

Did she ever lean
on you to stop?

Grace?

No.

Was she attracted to
the boss you think?

No.

No, she indulged him, but she
didn't fancy him or anything.

She did come here once though.

When?

A few days ago.

It was more of a
warning, really.

-Oh.
-Well, the survey.

Basically, just cause
you fancy the guy,

make sure you write
a fair report.

I thought, good for you.

Though I was kind of
insulted at the same time.

I mean work comes first.

You understand that, don't you?

Aye.

Although what she'd have
made of this, I don't know.

-The report?
-All done.

I'm out of here, as you can see.

Is that it?

My life in a box.

I travel light.

That's the best way.

And I have to ask.

-The report?
-All clear.

Send in the diggers.

Godfrey's doing cartwheels,
no doubt.

Still, this whole place.

Isn't there a tiny
part of you thinks,

tear it up, let it go?

This land, the way
it sucks us all up.

Once it's gone, it
won't come back.

Yeah that's true.

Still at least that
poor wandering ghost

can put her feet up.

My face at the window.

I saw her again earlier.

Today?

-Hmm mm.
-You were seen

out past Black Law!

What were you doing there?

Fancied a stroll.

Bev, two women are dead.

I am not in the mood for this.

Did you see her?

Look!

This woman, out on the moor?

Do you think I killed her?

[Vera sighs]

What has dragged you
back to this place?

You know.

The quarry.

I read about it online.

I thought, go back.

One last look before they tear
these hills to kingdom come.

Thought maybe he'd
feel the same.

Lee's dad?

I thought maybe he'd see me.

See what I'm going through.

And realise he should
never have walked out.

Sacred ground.

To me, anyway.

Up near Black Law, there's
a rowan tree.

Pretty orange berries.

Did you plant it?

In memory?

No.

Well, someone did.

A rowan tree?

Thanks for your help.

Holly Lawson.

OK, I'll let her know
straightaway.

[knocks] Ma'am, I think
you need to hear this.

[Edmund] It's your fault!

Do you hear me?

It's your fault!

You're not looking so
clever now, are you Fulwell?

I'll rip your bloody head off!

Get off!

No!

I'm gonna rip your head off!

I'm gonna rip your
bloody head off!

You hear me!

He was threatening to kill me.

I'm coming for you!

Should have been dealt
with a long time ago.

Mr. Waugh, come on wait inside.

Get off my property!

Watch your head as
you're going in.

[pants] Bastard!

[Police Officer] Get him in.

Forensics called.

The blood under Grace
Bishop's fingernails,

it was Edmund Fulwell's.

[metal door bangs]

[car doors bang]

That scratch on your
face, you never got it

from a branch, did you?

[sobs] I can't remember.

Now, I need you to
think, Edmund.

And I need you to
tell me the truth.

You and Grace had a fight.

Did you hurt your daughter?

Down at the quarry?

No.

No, it was in the shack.

[sobs] I grabbed a hold of her.

I didn't want to let her go.

So you had your fight.

And what was it she said?

"You don't know who
your friends are."

Is that right?

I don't know!

I don't know, I can't
remember. [bangs table]

Now, Edmund, I need
you, to think.

[sobs] She said she needed
to see someone.

She said she needed to get
something sorted out in her
head.

Okay who?

See who?

[Edmund] She never said.

Well, if it's him,
all well and good.

But if it's not, [sighs].

Crow trap!

Hang out one bird,
to catch another.

Maybe we've set a trap
and we don't even know it!

If there's somebody
killing to save these hills

from the quarry, if that's
what we're looking at,

Anne Preece alone
in that cottage.

She's finished the survey.

Green light to the diggers.

What's our murderer
going to say about that?

I'll talk to Godfrey
Waugh, see who else knows.

Keep an eye on Edmund.

Joe, Anne Preece now!

[door knocks]

Your mom and dad not about?

[May] You're the detective.

Would you mind giving one
of them a shout for me, pet?

Mom!

[Joe knocks]

I can see you haven't
changed much.

[May] That's not me.

[Vera] Oh.

[May] That's Josh.

[Vera] Who's Josh?

[May] My brother.

And where's he now?

He died before I came.

He didn't last very long.

Oh I'm sorry to hear that.

Your parents must have been
glad when you came along.

That's how I got my name.

Mum said she thought the
winter was never gonna end.

What you up to?

[May] Making a card.

Oh for Grace?

Listen, you wouldn't run up
and get them would you pet?

[suspenseful music]

[footsteps thump]

[May] They've gone out.

-[water splashes]
-[pots clangs]

Oh.

You gave me a start.

Sorry, I did knock.

I just brought these over.

To say goodbye, you know.

I was about to put
the kettle on.

[kettle clangs]

[Holly] GP confirms Barbara
Waugh had a son, Joshua.

Four weeks old when he died.

She suffered from acute
depression had to be
hospitalised.

When, Holly?

[Holly] On and off through '99.

Oh, Lee MacDonald!

[Voicemail] Sorry, the number
you are calling cannot be--

[Vera moans]

Where's Anne?

Oh she just went to stock
up on firewood.

[suspenseful music]

I spoke to my wife.

Your wife?

About, you know.

Oh, the baby.

Well, that's good, isn't it?

-Sorry, is this the--
-The old report.

For the KEA?

Old?

Anne had a change of heart.

She feels perhaps she's
been in too much of a rush.

Since when?

One more week, she said.

Just to be sure.

I think I might go and
help with that firewood.

Oh don't go.

[Anne] Help!

Help me!

Hello?

I'm here!

-[Barbra exclaims]
-[loud crash]

[tense music]

[door bangs]

[door lock clicks]

[car rumbles]

[door bangs]

Joe!

[suspenseful music]

Joe?

[Vera breathing heavily]

[floor creaks]

Barbara?

I know you're here.

I know about your little boy.

[Anne] We're down here!

[Vera pants]

[Vera grunts]

[lock thuds]

[door creaks]

He won't move.

Oh I'm so sorry, pet.

Joe!

Joe.

Joe, lad.

Oh come on, Joe, wake up!

Come on.

Come on, Joe, come on.

[door creaks]

Joe, come on, son.

Wake up, wake up!

How am I going to look Celine
in the face after this?

Joe, please wake up.

Come on, come on,
lad, it's Vera.

-[Joe coughs]
-It's Vera.

Look at me.

-[Joe coughs]
-There's a good lad.

There's a good lad!

Good.

Don't let him move.

[Barbra pants]

[car rumbles]

Somewhere...

must be...

Joshie...

-[dramatic clang]
-Who are you?

Is this where you put him?

Under a tree?

It's all right.

I kept him safe.

He's down here.

I'm just getting him now.

What's he doing down there?

Sacred ground.

And you found him, didn't
you, Barbara?

You found Lee.

[panting] He'd got
lost, down by the river,

and I took him home and I said,

said, "It's okay, Joshie,
you're home now.

There's no need for all
that", but, [sobs]

he wouldn't have it, you see.

-He kept saying--
-"I want to go home."

I just got confused, you see.

I'd lost my own little
boy and I was...

[sobs] well, he kept fighting.

He kept saying he wanted to go--

Home.

And I just, [sobs]

he wouldn't stop screaming.

And I, I just, put
my arm across him,

across his...

I just wanted him to be quiet.

And then...

he just lay there.

And I shook him.

He just wouldn't move.

I'm so sorry.

[sobs] There's not a day
goes by that I don't, [sobs].

But I kept him safe, [sobs]
for you, [sobs] for us.

Only, they wanted to dig him up.

The quarry.

I couldn't have that.

[sobs] I mean, I couldn't
have that.

It's his home.

This tree.

He just wants a bit of peace.

[sobs] You do see
that, don't you?

[sobs] If we can just
find him, maybe.

[shovel scrapes]

That's it.

That's enough.

What about me?

What about my peace?

[Joe] Did Barbara say
anything about Grace Bishop?

-No.
-I mean, why did she have

to kill her and all?

Oh well, Bella leaves
the message

on the office answer machine.

Barbara and Grace
are both there.

Both hear it.

"Let me tell my husband,"
says Barbara.

"And don't breathe
a word of this

till we know the
woman's serious."

Wipes the message.

Then Bella dies.

Days pass.

Godfrey's still none the wiser.

And Grace, she's
fond of Barbara.

The mother she never
had, I suppose.

She gets to thinking, "Why
has she buried that message?"

She confronts her.

In the end asks her why.

"Why have you not
told your husband?

He should know!"

Out by the quarry,
where we found her.

Why didn't she tell her
husband to set up a quarry

somewhere else?

Nah, desperate for her
husband's good opinion.

Terrified he'd realise
what she'd done.

To her, this was sacred ground.

Depression?

All of this?

Nah there was more to
it than that, I think.

Hey, come on, get home.

Stick that wife of
yours in a frock.

Give her a treat.

I'll baby-sit if you like.

I don't think that's
gonna happen.

Fair enough.

Last thing they need is me
goose-stepping round the house.

Mussolini?

I'm sorry about that.

Jessie cannot keep
her mouth shut.

Get in.

[door bangs]

The Lord is full of compassion
and mercy.

Slow to anger and
of great goodness.

As a father is tender
towards his children,

so is the Lord tender
to those that fear him.

For he knows of what
we are made.

He remembers that
we are but dust.

Our days are like the grass.

We flourish like a flower
of the field.

When the wind goes over
it, it is gone.

And its place will
know it no more.

But the merciful goodness
of the Lord

endures forever and ever
towards those that fear him

and his righteousness upon
their children's children.

Amen.

Into your hands, oh
merciful saviour,

we commend your servant.

Acknowledge a lamb
of your own flock,

a sinner of your own redeeming.

Enfold him in the
arms of your men,

in the blessed rest of
everlasting peace.

To the glorious company
of the saint.

Amen.

[sombre theme music]