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I'm sorry to bother you,

but how many students make it through to the next round?

-It's usually a dozen for the Winters School,

and then three are chosen for the master class.

-Thank you.

Good luck, darling.

-Sorry.

I Excuse me.

Just so you know, my daughter has been waiting here

for the best part of an hour.

I'd like to speak to Sir Michael.

-He's not here today.

The auditions are going overseen by his daughters

Miriam and Constance.

-I'm losing the will to live.

-Please, Miriam, he's almost finished.

Thank you very much.

We'll be in touch.

-Very memorable.

Like witnessing genocide.

-And next, we have Zoe Stock.

Oh!

-Oh my goodness.

-Zoe.

-If we could just have .

What's wrong with me?

-It doesn't matter.

We're going home.

-Zoe, Zoe.

Please don't be upset.

You have enormous talent.

We're both stunned.

-Really.

-There's a place for you at the Winters School if you want it.

-When you're feeling better, please think about it.

We'd be so thrilled if you said yes.

-Damn!

-My slight lapse of concentration

can only mean that it's lunchtime.

Back here at 2:30, please.

-Um, Sir Michael.

Could I just ask how you went about tackling

the second section?

-I think I always approach each work in the same way.

These two arabesques are very early works

composed when Debussy was not much older than you are.

-Really great.

I've learned so much already.

-I'm going for a stroll by the river after lunch

if you fancy coming with me.

-Um.

Maybe.

I'll wait for you there.

SIR MICHAEL: Tempo is certain.

music should reflect that like rain

falling on the surface of the water.

-Thank you.

-Oh, Zoe!

How are you getting on?

-Good, I think.

Really good.

-I'm so glad you decided to join the course.

How are you feeling about the concert tomorrow?

-Constance has shown me some breathing

exercises to help with my nerves.

I think I'll be all right.

But even if I don't get through, this has been so much fun.

-Well, if there's anything I can do, let me know.

-Thank you.

-I'm so looking forward to tomorrow.

-Yes, it'll be good when the dross are gone.

-Thank you.

-Has Sir Michael made any decisions

yet about the chosen three?

-Oh, no.

It all depends what happens on stage.

If they can't cope with the pressure--

-Well, it's tough, but the winner is virtually

guaranteed an international career.

-Are not.

-Zoe!

Hey.

How are you?

-I'm fine, thank you, Benedict.

-I was thinking we could practice together.

I'm actually a bit tied up at the moment,

but I'll see you later.

-Oh, come on, Zo.

It'd be nice.

And besides, we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other

in the next couple of weeks.

-Well, we'll both be getting through to the master class.

You know it, so do I. Most of this lot

will end up playing dinner dances.

-I wish I had your confidence.

-Zo.

GIRL'S VOICE: 15, 16, 17, come on, three more, you weed.

Oh, that was rubbish.

-Yeah, you try it.

-Zoe, hi.

-Hi.

-Hey, Zoe.

No, thanks.

Uh, Zoe and I arranged to go for a walk.

-Actually, I have to, um, practice the Beethoven.

Why don't you two go.

-OK.

See you later.

-Hey!

Hey.

Hang on, I'm coming.

Help!

Someone help!

-You must dry your hair properly,

or you'll catch a chill.

Zoe.

Zoe, are you hurt?

-No, it's just that time of the month.

-Ladies, this way, please.

-We'll see you back at the house.

Come along, Constance.

CONSTANCE: What she needs is a warm bath

and a bed with a hot water bottle.

MIRIAM: Yes.

-Nothing downstream.

-No sign.

-Sorry, I'm Detective Chief Inspector

Barnaby, of Causton CID.

-I saw her sinking under the water.

And she had a baby.

-Look.

Why don't we go back to the house,

and we can have a chat there, OK?

Nobody believes me.

-I've learned to keep a very open mind.

Come on.

-I saw her.

MAN'S VOICE: Excuse me, what's going on?

-We're doing a search at the river.

There's been a report of a possible drowning,

a young woman.

-Oh, God, no.

-Um, I'm Connor Gregory, rector of St. Cecilia's.

MAN'S VOICE: It's an old eel trap.

Leave it.

BEN: And you didn't see anything?

-No.

No, I , I didn't see a thing.

Come on, Jake.

Who was that?

-Uh, said his name was Gregory, sir, Father Gregory.

-Oh, yeah.

Thought I recognized him.

What does he want?

-Nothing.

He just wanted to know what was going on.

Good question.

-See you at the manor.

-I've spoken to your parents, Zoe.

They'll be arriving shortly.

-Thank you.

-Oh, I'm Constance Fielding, Sir Michael's daughter.

-Zoe, go and get changed.

We need to talk while it's still fresh in your mind.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barn--

-Oh, I know who you are.

You're Joyce's husband.

She's been helping us with the arrangements

for tomorrow's concert.

-Yes.

-Can you tell me anything about her, how she looked?

How she was dressed?

-Um, she had a pale dress, and, uh, she

had the most beautiful blond hair.

Long, down her back.

-And you actually saw her go under.

-She was choking, gasping for air.

Then she was gone.

I tried to save her, but the current was so strong.

-Well, I'll say you did a very brave thing there.

Look, tell me, you say there was a child.

How old was that child?

-A baby.

-It was just a baby.

-I'm so sorry to interrupt, but your parents have just arrived,

so--

-Oh, good.

Well, we'll, we'll leave it there for the time being.

-Thank you.

ZOE'S MOTHER: Zoe, love.

ZOE'S FATHER: You all right, love?

ZOE: Mom, Dad.

It was awful.

I saw this woman--

-So unnecessary.

Parents fussing around.

-Excuse me, this is my sister Miriam.

-Afternoon.

-Listen, tell me this.

Do you remember anything about a drowning that took place

in the same spot about 20 years ago?

I'm very struck by the similarities

with this incident.

No.

I was a junior officer at the time,

but I, I interviewed both of you.

-I thought I recognized you from somewhere.

Don't you remember, Constance?

Mr. Barnaby came to the house.

-Oh, yes.

Vaguely.

I'm sorry, Mr. Barnaby.

I have a memory like a sieve.

-Well, I will leave you in peace.

-Well, if there's anything else that we can do to help.

BARNABY: Actually, do you have a spare ticket for the concert?

-Oh, but of course.

After everything Joyce has done for us.

-Thank you.

Anything?

-No.

-Well, keep looking.

-A drowning here, 21 years ago.

Young woman.

Body was never identified.

You go through the records and see what you can find.

-Yes, sir.

-Well, it's just, the water boys have

searched all the way down to the weir.

She's lovely and that, but she's not all there, is she?

.

She saw something.

-I'm telling you, a goose chase.

-You just play the music.

-Breathe.

-Next, we have Orlando Guest.

-If you'd just take your eyes off him for one moment

and concentrate on the job in hand I would be grateful.

Francesca, take this seriously.

-I am.

Just wish you would lighten up a little.

-After what I've sacrificed to get you here?

-Dad, what is it you want from me?

-I want you to go on that stage and play the right note,

in the right order, in the right time.

That's what I want.

Do you understand? -Perfectly.

Where are you going?

You're on next.

-Away from you.

-Yeah.

-You don't have to.

We're proud of you just the way you are.

We couldn't love you better.

-You sure you're all right, love?

-I feel fine.

-Come on.

-There you are.

Come on.

Zoe Stock's on next.

You won't want to miss her.

-Oh, no.

Coming.

-I am looking at a photograph of Sir Francis Galton.

-Francis Galton perfected the science of fingerprinting.

Got it established as admissible evidence in the court of law.

He revolutionized policing, that man.

-Very interesting, now come on.

-I wonder what a musician like Sir Michael

is doing with a photograph of a 19th century

criminologist hanging on his wall.

-And in with the golden air, and out with the thick black smoke.

And now our final student today is Zoe Stock.

-Mm.

-Night.

-I don't believe it.

Is he ever wrong?

This is so weird.

-There was another drowning, 18 years

ago at the very same bridge.

-Ladies and gentleman, we've heard

some magnificent performances tonight.

I could speak at length about every student.

But I think it fairer to announce immediately.

The names of the three who will join my master

class, in no particular order.

They are Francesca Sharpe.

Zoe Stock.

And Orlando Guest.

Thank you all for coming.

And I look forward to seeing you in two weeks when the winner

of the Fielding Prize will be announced.

-Congratulations.

-And you.

-You must be so proud.

-I don't know where she gets it from.

Certainly not from me.

-Well done, Zoe.

Well done.

I'm Connor Gregory , rector of St. Cecilia's.

And this is our organist Gordon Pope.

-Just marvelous, Miss Stock.

-Thank you.

CONNOR: We'd like to invite you to the abbey.

We have one of the finest organs in the country,

which you can play.

-I'm not sure that's a good idea.

I'd hate Zoe to lose her touch on the piano.

-Oh, I play the church organ all the time at home,

I'm sure I'll cope.

-Well, we were thinking of attending a mass tomorrow.

Perhaps Zoe could play afterwards.

-Perfect.

We'll see you then.

JOYCE: I love that piece, and you played it so well.

ZOE: It's one of my favorite pieces.

-Zoe Stock is good, but you can beat her.

In this life, the tortoise always wins.

So take your eyes off that young man, roll out your sleeves,

jolly good, well done.

-Zoe.

I thought you were brilliant.

-You weren't so bad yourself.

-We're going to have so much fun.

-Penelope.

Congratulations.

Orlando's done so well.

-Ah, thank you.

Will you be staying in town for the master classes?

Yes, yes, I will.

-Uh, Sir Michael, this is a great honor for us both.

Francesca is going to work very hard.

-I'm sure she will.

-Sir Michael, could we speak.

-Not now, Benedict.

-How could you put Orlando through over me?

If you'd just give me a chance.

-I've made my decision, excuse me.

-My performance was outstanding!

You are making a mistake, you can't do this!

I will prove you wrong.

I'll prove you all wrong!

-Congratulations, Orlando.

-Stop.

What are you thinking about when you're playing?

-Um.

I'm just concentrating.

A string of pearls first?

-Good.

MAN'S VOICE: Don't worry, Mrs. Stock.

We've got a lovely room for you that won't break the bank.

The manor's only five minutes away.

MR. SHARPE: Good afternoon.

-Mr. Sharpe.

-Ah, yes, uh.

We didn't get a chance to say hello yesterday.

-We did enjoy Francesca's performance, Mr. Sharpe.

-Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

And how's Zoe?

I do hope she's recovered after that unfortunate

incident by the river.

-No, no, she's fine.

Thank you.

Excuse us.

-Here we are.

En suite.

-Oh, yes.

Yes, it seems very nice.

-Ah!

-Oh.

I'm sorry.

-It's all right, I'm OK.

I Have a condition.

I'm very sensitive to light.

There.

I'm fine.

Please.

Don't worry.

Enjoy your stay.

-Ah, sir.

I found the case.

Your reports were very detailed.

-Yes, well I was very keen junior officer.

-There was a body found down by the river.

Blond woman, early 20s.

She was never identified.

-That's right.

And she was buried in Causton Cemetery.

-Do you remember who reported the incident?

The reverend Gregory.

-I couldn't get away.

I want you to, to be my first.

-Zoe.

How did it go?

-Fantastic.

-Oh, I'm so pleased.

Are you off into town now?

-My parents are waiting for me at the pub.

We're driving to the abbey.

-Zoe, I don't think it's a good idea for you to play the organ.

I don't mean to sound negative, but it

could really damage your touch.

-I'll be fine.

And please don't worry.

I'll see you later.

-Ah, good afternoon, Ms. Fielding.

-Ah, Mr. Sharpe.

Francesca's about to start her master class

with Sir Michael in a few minutes.

-Yes, I'm just about to make sure she isn't late.

Have you seen her?

-Oh, I think she went for a walk in the woods.

With Orlando.

-Thank you.

-She knows Sir Michael's expecting her.

I'd try one of the bird hides.

-Benedict.

What are you doing here?

-You have to speak to Sir Michael for me.

-Benedict.

-How could he have chosen Orlando over me?

-I have to go.

-It's just not fair.

I'm not like you.

I don't have a family to support me.

I'm self-taught.

I've killed myself to get this far.

-Benedict.

You have real talent.

I'm sure that eventually you'll succeed,

but you just have to accept that it won't be here.

-No.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm going to, I'm going to make him change his bloody mind.

-Benedict!

-I'm going to miss you, Zo.

You all right?

-Yeah, I'm fine, thank you.

-What's Benedict still doing here?

-No.

Please don't.

-All right.

Be careful.

-Francesca!

Francesca.

Francesca!

What are you doing?

You've got a class in ten minutes.

-I know.

-Yes.

Absolutely fantastic.

MAN'S VOICE: The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

WOMAN'S VOICE: The blood of Christ.

MAN'S VOICE: The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

WOMAN'S VOICE: The blood of Christ.

-Come in.

Francesca.

-Hello.

-We are so looking forward to your class, Sir Michael.

-Good.

Let's make a start.

Mr. Sharpe, my master classes are held in private.

-I always attend Francesca's classes.

It can be so useful.

-I'm sorry, but I insist.

Please leave.

-I'll see you later.

-I'm sorry.

-He's not the worst I've known, by any means.

Play that for me.

-Yes.

-I dug out some scores you might fancy.

Take your pick.

-Great.

Mom, why don't you go and sit down?

-Right, come on.

-Hello.

-Hey.

-Well, actually, we came for a word with Father Gregory,

but don't let us stop you.

-There is something I wanted to mention to you,

if you have a moment afterwards.

-Of course, of course.

WOMAN'S VOICE: What are those policemen doing here?

-I don't know.

It's her.

-She's the spitting image.

-You must be absolutely certain.

MAN'S VOICE: That's it.

-Father Gregory.

Uh, we have met.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby, Causton's CID.

-Yes, at the concert the other night.

-No, no.

Much before that.

I took a statement from you in 1993,

when you reported a woman struggling in the river.

Do you remember that?

-That's right.

Gosh.

That was a long time ago.

-Indeed, it was.

And I understand that you have spoken to my colleague

here, down by the riverside, a couple of days ago?

-Oh, yes, the woman with the baby.

Hello again.

-Hello.

-Father Gregory, were you struck by the similarities

between the two incidents at all?

-No.

Now you mention it, it is rather uncanny isn't it?

-It is a wonder, is it not where talent like that comes from?

-As a man of the cloth, I'm obliged to say from God.

But I'll concede that nurture has

something to do with it, too.

Well, I'll leave you to enjoy the music.

-He remembers more than he's letting on.

He said the woman with the baby.

I never mentioned the baby.

-Eh, it's not my kind of music, sir.

-Then go wait in the car.

-Oh, Zoe.

I am so impressed.

You must know this, the Fantasia Jesu, meine Freude?

-Yes.

-Of course.

Just a moment.

-But, Zoe, I--

-Mr. Barnaby.

Mr. Barnaby.

-Oh, my God.

-Well, with the building work, tradesmen

come and go all day long.

-I'll need written statements from everyone

who was in the abbey at the time.

You included.

-Will you all go into the house, please?

Zoe, not you.

I will talk to you on you own.

Zoe, what was it you wanted to tell

me down there at the abbey?

-Oh, it's really nothing.

-Well, I'm sure he had nothing to do with it,

but Benedict Marsh hasn't left.

He's hanging around.

-As I was leaving for the abbey.

He's convinced Sir Michael will change his mind.

-What's the matter with your neck?

It's nothing, it's the communion wine.

I'm allergic to alcohol.

-Oh, I see.

All right, Zoe.

That's all.

Mr. Sharpe.

Mr. Sharpe.

Would you mind telling me where you've

been for the last two hours?

-Oh, I've been listening to Francesca play.

-Just the two of you.

-No, well.

Francesca had a class with Sir Michael.

-I wasn't in the room, exactly.

But I was listening.

Look, would you mind telling me what's going on?

-Not at all, someone has just tried to kill Zoe Stock.

-You don't think I was involved, do you?

-Well, it would help, Mr. Sharpe,

if you had a better alibi.

-Well, I can tell you exactly what they played.

What they discussed.

I can even tell you the snide remarks

Sir Michael made about me.

-Inspector.

I, um.

I don't like to interfere, but I think

you should talk to Benedict Marsh.

-I witnessed a rather ugly encounter between he and Zoe

this morning as I was arriving.

-And you were here the whole time, were you?

-Yes, I was in the library rehearsing with my son.

The housekeeper did see us.

-Yes.

Thank you.

-I was only trying to help.

--poisonous.

-Oh, it was just an unfortunate accident.

-I simply cannot believe that anyone--

-Please, can we all just sit down

and think about this rationally?

-Please.

I have been hard on Zoe.

Too hard, perhaps.

But I've done so because I truly believe

that Zoe has a very special gift.

I'll be frank with you, Mr. and Mrs. Stock,

I have not come across anyone like Zoe.

I mean she's--

-World class.

-It's as if she was born with music inside her.

-Sir Michael, sorry to butt in, but, if that is the case,

surely you could put the other students out of their misery,

and award the prize to Zoe now.

-I have to be absolutely sure that Zoe can

cope with the pressure at the top.

If she can't, awarding of the prize is absolutely pointless.

-She's been making huge strides forward here.

The panic attacks have stopped.

And she's been so happy with us.

-What about the threat to her life?

Mr. Barnaby, do you think our daughter Zoe is in any danger?

-It seems so, yeah.

-I don't know the answer to that question,

but I do know that her talent is stirring up

very strong feelings.

-That's it then, come on, love.

-Oh, Zoe.

Zoe, your father and I want you to come home with us.

No.

I'm going to stay.

-It's not up for discussion, love.

-But it's my decision, Dad.

I'm 18 years old.

I can't explain it, but there's something about this place.

I know I must stay.

-That's your talent talking, Zoe.

You'll be quite safe with us.

-Sorry, Dad.

I know you've always wanted the best for me,

but this is something I've just got to do.

-I could arrange protection for Zoe to set your mind at rest.

-I was a special for 12 years, Mr. Barnaby.

I'll be keeping an eye on her.

I want you to come and stay with us at the pub, then, Zoe.

-But she'd be so much happier here with us.

-It's not negotiable.

-Come in.

-No, I'm going to stay at the local pub with my parents.

They're worried about me.

-I heard what happened.

You OK?

-Why would anyone want to kill me?

It was an accident.

It must have been.

-Zoe.

-Zoe.

ORLANDO: She's not giving up.

-She will.

Have you kissed her?

-Yep.

She's falling in love with me.

-Good.

But take it slowly.

We women are vain.

We like to think that we're the ones doing the choosing.

Zoe's bound to find out I had her.

-So much the better.

Winning you from her rival will prove an intoxicating thrill.

She'll feel confident in your love and give you her heart

completely.

Then when you break it, she'll be destroyed.

-Sir Michael favors Zoe.

-He's asked me to dinner tomorrow night.

I really wouldn't worry about him.

-I do hope that young man isn't going to mess things up.

-With his looks, I would say it was inevitable.

-Keep an eye on him.

You can't have him ruining our Zoe.

-Ah, Jones.

-Sir.

-Are you sure you don't want an officer here.

-No, no.

I'll just take a suitcase up and check the room.

-OK.

But you call if you need help, all right?

Anything from the abbey?

-No doubts, no footprints, no witnesses.

-Very upset.

Or using that as an excuse for not telling us everything.

What's going on here?

-Oh, she's staying here with her father.

-He used to be a special.

-All right, that's enough of that.

There's ladies present.

-That's Jonas Slee.

Didn't we arrest him a few years ago for distilling brandy?

-Amongst other things, yeah.

-He's not bad at the old joiner.

-Oh, that's your kind of music.

What is it, Zoe?

-It's her.

The woman who jumped into the river.

-But that's dated 1990.

-It's her.

-Why don't you go upstairs with your parents, Zoe?

It's all clear.

-Mr. Slee.

I'm sorry, could we have a word, please?

-Gentlemen.

-Mr. Slee.

Who is this?

-That's Mad Molly.

-Just Mad Molly.

Something of a character, she was.

Lived a shack in the woods.

I think I took that photograph at the Harvest Festival.

Haven't seen her for years.

BEN: Why Mad Molly?

Was she ill?

-Well, she had bad days.

Sometimes, she'd come in here blabbering

on about evil spirits and all that.

Around here?

-No one really knew.

There were some gypsies camped in the woods for a while.

People thought she might have got

left behind when they moved on.

-No idea.

-As you know, Chief Inspector, over the years,

I've been away from time to time.

-Oh, Jonas.

May I borrow this?

-Be my guest.

Get them in, Rosie.

-It's a biography of Sir Francis Galton.

-Ooh, the fingerprint man.

-Among other things.

He had some very dubious ideas about genetics.

He believed that imperfections could

be bred out of a population.

Apart from you, his biggest fans seem to have been the Nazis.

Goodnight.

-That's better.

BARNABY: Do you remember anything

else about the woman you saw?

-Well, I got a sense of her.

She was desperate.

But I think she was kind.

-Now, Zoe, you say, you've never been here before.

Well, there's something I want to show you.

Come on.

Ah.

-I'm with you.

Stay calm.

-I want to go inside.

Who lived here?

-The woman in the photograph.

It looks as if she was very afraid of something.

Ah.

-When you pull the string, she says, who's a good girl?

DOLL: Who's a good girl?

Who's a good girl?

Who's a good girl?

Who's a good girl?

Who's a good girl?

-Is there any possibility that she could have visited

that old house sometime before.

I mean, did you ever come down on a day trip, perhaps?

-No, no.

The only time that we've ever been here before

is when we brought Zoe down for an audition.

-She recognized that house, I know she did.

-As you've already witnessed, Zoe

does have a very vivid imagination.

-She does indeed.

-Look, you strike me as being very decent people.

And Zoe's very lucky to have such loving parents,

but, for some reason, you are not telling me everything.

Why is that?

-We want to help you.

-Then help us persuade Zoe to come home.

-What is it that you fear so much?

-If we've done anything wrong--

-Please, Mr. Barnaby.

Don't push any further.

-It's with love in our hearts.

-I don't doubt that, Mr. Stock.

But I have a very strong feeling that this

is not going to end well.

-Very good, Zoe.

Let's keep it there, for now.

I've never known anyone make so much progress.

Just leapt ahead.

I thought I'd reached the point when

life no longer held surprises.

But when I hear you play, I feel like a young man again.

-I'm glad.

-We're going to work like demons.

By the time we've finished, you'll

be ready to take the world by storm.

Go and rest now.

After lunch, we'll look at the prelude and fugue.

-Zoe.

What's up?

You seem spooked.

-Oh, nothing.

I'm fine.

-Kiss me, please.

-Oh, I thought you were in love with Francesca.

The dullest girl in England?

-Don't be so horrid.

-Meet me tonight.

At the hide in the wood?

-I can't.

My dad's got me under house arrest at the pub.

-Please.

-I might try and sneak out, if I can.

-10.

Francesca.

-You utter bastard.

-Ah.

Um, Orlando, have you seen Francesca?

-Yeah, uh.

I think she, um, went upstairs.

She, um.

She seemed a little upset.

-He doesn't love me.

He used me.

-Oh.

What did I tell you?

I mean, you don't seriously think

that he's interested in you, do you?

I mean, can't you see?

All he cares about is the prize.

-Well, I love him.

-There's no such thing as love.

We have come too far, so you stop your crying,

get down to the studio, and you practice.

You leave Orlando Guest to me.

-Oh.

STEPHENS: Never mind, thanks.

Sir, I've spoken to every hotel, B&B, and hostel in the area.

No sign of him.

-Oh!

I've already found out where Benedict Marsh is sleeping.

I found out this afternoon.

I should have told you sooner.

Sorry, Stephens.

-Benedict Marsh is, uh, sleeping rough.

In fact, All right, thank you, Stephens.

You go home now and call it day.

-Thank you, Sir.

-Not you, Jones.

Come with me.

-Penelope.

-Sir Michael.

-I think I'll turn in.

-Night night, love.

-Be sure to lock the door, love.

-I will.

-I know Orlando is extremely grateful for all

that you're doing for him.

-Well, he's a very talented young man.

And you're a very beautiful woman.

-Oh, Benedict!

Don't run away.

Come back here!

Jones, after him.

-Orlando.

Are you there?

Orlando?

Orlando!

-I lost him, sir.

-Jones, what do you make of this?

something?

I'm getting scared.

-Zoe.

Zoe.

Come on, love.

Up you come.

Stephens, I need you here, now.

Devington Manor.

-Emergency services, full monty.

Devington Woods.

-Sir Michael!

-Oh, you poor thing.

--lie down on her own.

-Yes, but of course, but what on earth happened?

-Get her a hot cup of tea, please.

No one is to talk her, right?

No one.

-Outside, uh, please.

Come on.

Come on.

Is Mrs. Guest in the house?

-Wait!

Barnaby.

-Mrs. Guest, Would you come with me, please?

-I've got some very bad news.

It's Orlando.

-No.

No!

-We've combed the woods, and I've

put out an all-points call.

GEORGE: Classic, star shape, fractured at the skull.

Result of a massive blow with a blunt instrument.

So was he dead before he was strung up?

-Probably not.

Looks like he died of suffocation.

But his neck isn't broken, so he certainly didn't jump.

-George, while you're there, tell me what this is?

What's that stuff do?

-Heme arginate.

Yeah, it's used in the treatment of a group

of conditions known as porphyria.

-It affects the autonomic nervous system.

Could produce hallucinations, paranoia.

WOMAN'S VOICE: Pray we've made a mistake.

-No mistake.

It's her.

-We must phone the police.

No, no.

We must speak to her parents.

Tell them the truth!

-Wouldn't say.

This is Connor Gregory, Rector of St. Cecilia's.

We need to speak urgently.

It's about Zoe.

-Meet me at St. Cecilia's shrine in, uh, half an hour.

-Oh, god.

We've got to go.

-Terry.

What is it, Terry?

Father Gregory.

Hello, Father?

-Father Gregory.

Father?

-Oh my god.

What do we do?

-Come on.

WOMAN'S VOICE: He was the most decent man I've ever met.

-And he didn't tell you who he was meeting?

-No.

-And you didn't see anyone entering or leaving the shrine?

-No.

-Sir.

Have a look at this.

What's a priest doing with the results of a DNA test?

-Oh, he sent two samples And got a match.

Get hold of the lab.

Find out where the samples came from.

-We need to speak to Zoe in private.

-I'm afraid you can't.

-We're her parents, for god's sake!

-Mr. Stock!

-Zoe, love.

We're going home, love.

-I can't.

Inspector Barnaby said--

-I don't care what Barnaby said.

Let's just get you in the car.

-But after all they've done for me here, I can't just walk out.

-There's been another murder, Father Gregory.

He's dead.

What?

-Look, I don't know how to say this, sorry love, but.

The killing, yeah?

It's all about you.

-We'll tell you when we get home.

You tell me now.

Well, we, um.

-We're not your real, we're not your biological parents, love.

We adopted you.

That's what all this is about.

-What!

This is a joke, right?

-No, come with us, and we'll tell you everything.

-No!

-For god's sake, Zoe.

These people, they don't have your best interests at heart.

-What are you saying to me, you're liars.

-Zoe, please, love.

-Ugh, leave me alone.

-Zoe!

-Whoever you are, go.

Go on, go.

-I'm afraid you must leave, now.

-Thank you.

Father Gregory asked the lab to compare two DNA samples, one

from a strand of hair, the other--

-Saliva.

-Come on.

-We have to speak to the police.

-And admit we adopted her illegally?

-But we might lose her.

-Better we loser her than she ends up dead.

-What her soul needs now is music.

-Yes, sir.

-She's gone home.

-Looks like I won the prize after all, then, doesn't it?

-We've decided to abandon the prize.

I've spoken with Miriam and Constance.

There won't be another school.

-You can't stop teaching.

-I can't go on.

You'll be my last student.

-Sister Agnes.

What was a priest doing making DNA checks?

-I don't know.

-I saw you, Sister Agnes, take the one DNA sample

from the chalice when Zoe was receiving communion.

Where did the second sample come from?

Please, don't make me break my vows.

I just can't tell you.

-We've spoken to the lab.

We know they match.

What is so special about Zoe?

-When we spoke to Father Gregory,

about the woman Zoe saw a jump from the bridge,

he said there was a baby.

-And we didn't mention any baby.

No baby has been found.

So what baby was Father Gregory talking about?

-Please believe me.

-Both father Gregory and I acted in the best

interests of the child.

I can't tell you anymore.

Sir.

-First Zoe, now her parents.

Or induced?

-No sign of skidding, sir.

-I'll get forensics to look at the breaks.

No, no, Zoe, wait, wait.

-No, they're alive.

-I want to see them.

-And the medics are doing their best work.

-If I hadn't rejected them--

-They said that they'd explain everything when we got home.

-OK.

Listen, let's get them to the hospital first of all,

and when they're comfortable, when they can talk,

then we'll find out exactly what--

-Mama!

-Zoe, they're in good hands.

There's nothing more for you to do here, now.

Stephens, take her back to the manor.

-No!

-Gail will take you back to the hospital,

as soon as they are conscious, as soon as they can talk.

-Come on.

You need to rest.

-You sure she's going to be safe there?

-I'm pretty sure she wasn't the target in the abbey.

I don't think anyone's trying to kill Zoe.

Stephens can stand down.

-My darling girl.

-Home at last.

-Sister Agnes, two people have died.

Another two are seriously injured in the hospital.

Now, you must tell me the truth about this.

Molly was Zoe's real mother, wasn't she?

And Father Gregory recognized Zoe down by the riverside

because she is the spitting image of her mother.

And you did the DNA test to make sure.

But tell me, where did that second sample come from?

-This locket belonged to Molly.

She'd interwoven a strand of her own hair with that of Zoe's.

Father Gregory kept it in his safe.

When the DNA test matched, we knew

that, somehow, Zoe had come back to Midsomer.

-Father Gregory had found the baby Zoe down by the riverbank

18 years ago after her mother had

thrown herself into the water?

-Zoe's visions, they must have been triggered

when she returned to the river.

I think she sees things as though they're real.

-Why didn't Father Gregory hand the child over to the police?

-I don't know.

He'd learned the full horror of Molly's circumstances

in the confessional.

He would never have violated its sanctity.

-Oh, excuse me.

Barnaby.

Ah, George.

Just the man.

Porphyria.

-The disease that gave rise to the vampire legend.

-Oh, the medicine bottle.

Had to talk to Bullard, again.

Apparently, it's hereditary.

Mad Molly certainly had it.

It causes stomach pains and allergies,

especially to alcohol.

-Zoe's allergic to alcohol.

-And Sir Michael suffers from stomach cramps.

WOMAN'S VOICE: He's in and out of consciousness.

-I don't know why you bother with me.

Compared to you, I'm ordinary.

-No.

You'll be much greater than me.

Very soon, the world will recognize your talent.

Zoe, I've a confession to make.

-And don't be shocked.

But I've fallen in love with you.

There, I've said it.

Now don't be angry with me.

With your talent, it was inevitable.

And your beauty.

-No.

We have a connection.

I feel it, too.

-Oh, you don't know how happy you've made me.

Will you bless me with a night together?

-Barnaby.

-Mr. Stock.

-He's a monster.

-Sir Michael.

-You must stop him.

-Zoe.

She's not ours.

Not by birth.

-Yeah, I know that.

-Molly, she was her mother.

Sir Mi-- Sir Michael is her grandfather.

-I thought as much.

-No.

You don't understand.

She's his daughter.

-No.

Zoe.

-I'm sorry, daughter or granddaughter?

-Both.

Just stop him, Barnaby.

You must stop him.

-Come on.

-We need back up.

Devington Manor.

-Now, phone Zoe.

-Leave it.

-It might be the hospital.

-Leave it, Zoe.

-Zoe, it's the Ashons.

Get out of the house.

We're on our way.

What do you mean?

-Give it here.

-Zoe, Sir Michael is your father.

-And your grandfather.

Get out of there!

Zoe?

Zoe, can you hear me?

Zoe.

-Let me go.

-Don't be silly, Zoe.

You'd be making history.

-Imagine the talent your baby will inherit.

-Let me go!

-Zoe!

-Stop her!

-Zoe, come back.

We're your real family!

-Come back.

-We've given you everything, you ungrateful little bitch.

-Right.

Search inside, upstairs, as well.

No sign of life.

-The river, the bridge, the shack?

-River.

-Zoe, come back.

-You've nothing to fear.

-Ah!

-Hello, Zoe.

-Police!

I need to call the police. -Whatever is the matter.

-Please help me.

They killed Orlando Guest, and they killed the priest,

and they tried to kill my parents.

They're absolutely demented. -You're safe now.

Come on.

I'll take you.

-This is the way back to the manor.

What are you doing? -Don't you worry, my girl.

-Stop, please.

I said let go of me!

-Oh, Zoe.

That's no way to talk to your brother, now, is it?

-Zoe!

ZOE: Help!

JONAS: See.

We're going home.

ZOE: No!

No, let me go!

-There you are, Zoe.

-You ungrateful little horror.

-Very disappointed, Zoe.

-Stop there.

Stay exactly where you are.

-Ah!

-Come on.

Get up.

On your feet.

-Mummy.

Mummy.

Run, mummy, run.

-Bring these three.

The two women will be charged with murder.

Caution them.

-Yes, sir.

-Goodbye, my love.

-Always remember that--

-Always remember that I love you.

-That I love you.

-Don't cry out, now.

-You mustn't cry.

-Stay silent.

-Run, Mummy!

-There she is!

Molly.

Where's the baby?

Can you see her?

Where is she?

-Zoe.

Baby Zoe.

Where are you?

-Zoe.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's over now.

Have you nothing at all to say, Sir Michael?

-Nothing that you'd understand.

-Oh please, sir, try me.

I'm now very familiar with the works of Sir Francis Galton.

-People don't understand that the human race

is heading for catastrophe.

If we lose the good genes, we're finished.

-Why don't you start with the incident at St. Cecilia's?

It was me you were after, wasn't it?

-We were anxious that you were taking

too much interest in Molly.

-Well done.

-And Orlando Guest was proving to be an impediment.

-He was a nice boy.

With the utmost dreadful left hand.

Zo.

Zoe.

-Did rather feel for his mother, though.

She was very attractive.

-Must have been quite an effort, you

know, stringing him up under the hide.

-Hm.

My son Jonas may not be very bright,

but he's just as strong as an ox.

-Did the loss of Molly cause you suffering?

-Molly was born an idiot.

It was for the best that she drowned.

The loss of Zoe causes enormous pain.

-Oh, we'd always suspected him.

I mean, who's he to take our child away from us?

The girls took such pleasure in giving

the reverend Gregory what he deserved.

-Those people.

We were hardly going to let them take Zoe back to wherever

it was they came from, were we?

It's a miracle they hadn't ruined her.

-Terry.

Terry, oh!

Ah!

-Bloody Miriam.

Made a proper job of it, we wouldn't be sitting her now,

would we?

-So you are admitting to incitement to murder?

-British people are degenerating into a nation of half-wits.

Someone had to act.

My child of Zoe would have been special.

I heard her playing on a radio program

for talented young musicians.

That's how we discovered her.

There she was.

As soon as she touched the keys, I knew that she was a Fielding.

It's in the genes, you know.

-I'll get her a new stone.

-Good evening, Sir.

-Good evening.

Barnaby is the name.

-That's really lovely.

Wonderful.

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