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DIGGING SOUNDS

HEAVING AND STRAINING

There!

Is it him? It's him all right.

GUNSHOT

What the...? C'mon! Let's get out of here!

SHE LAUGHS

You sure we came this way? You're the blasted gamekeeper.

If you hadn't dropped it! Maybe if you hadn't run!

It was only old Agnes. Old Agnes and her 12-bore!

Come on, sun will be up in a minute.

I ain't facing him if we don't find it.

Treangove.

The village is part of the estate.

Where's the archaeological site? Just beyond.

Ancient Celts been murdering each other, then, sir?

Not quite. But it's unusual enough.

Can you drop me near the village?

I'd like to take a quiet walk through it.

OK, sir.

Oi, sleeping beauty.

What? We're here.

Where?

In the back of beyond, by the looks of it.

Good morning! Morning! Constable Mundy.

DS Dixon. How do you do?

DC Potter. Very nice to meet you.

HELICOPTER WHIRRS

Now, why didn't we think of that?

OK. Shall I show you around? This way.

How long have you been working the site?

Only a few months,

and already we're being plagued by bloody grave robbers.

You said a Miss Currow chased them off?

Agnes? Yes. Caught them in the act. Pity she missed.

They're the bane of my profession, these people.

Cause nearly as much damage to a site as all you coppers.

And this Miss Currow, she owns the site you're digging on?

Yes, gave us carte blanche when the site was discovered.

She's a lovely old dear.

Lovely old dear who saw off your graverobbers with a 12-bore shotgun.

SIGHS

She puts up a feisty front,

but the whole affair obviously upset her.

In what way?

Well, when I tole her it wasn't an ancient grave,

she reckoned we should just fill it in again.

Probably knew the trouble you people would cause.

Oi! You, get out of there!

How many bedrooms did you say? Six, sarge.

Used to serve two officers and their families.

Now it's just me rattling around.

Shall I set up the incident room in here, sarge?

Yeah, wherever you can find the space. Right.

Have you got Superintendent's Wycliffe's bag?

Oh, right here, Sergeant. Good. Good.

Tilly?

What are you up to, my girl?

Nothing, Agnes.

What've you got there?

AGNES GASPS

They're fresh this morning, Agnes, just the way you like them.

Your cousin Giles'll skin you if he finds you in his coop.

They can hardly feed themselves up at the manor.

Can we have tea in here today?

Yes.

I just have to get rid of somebody first.

Miss Currow?

I want you to keep out of sight till I get back. Is it a game?

If you like.

Shh...

Miss Currow?

Detective Inspector Lane. May I have a word?

I've got a licence for it.

I'm not here about your shotgun, Miss Currow.

I'd like to talk to you about

the two men you saw disturbing the grave. Never saw nobody.

Uh, Professor Tynk said you saw two men.

One of whom you recognised as... Jack Choak?

She's mistaken. It were pitch dark.

Miss Currow, Professor Tynk was... It was dark, I'm telling you!

Ah, Charles!

How nice to see you.

I'd heard you were off talking politics with the commissioner.

I was, until I heard about this.

Can I...? Sure.

Even the Home Secretary couldn't have kept me away.

You're not going to disappoint me, are you? No. No, no, no.

The archaeologist was right. He's certainly NOT an ancient Celt.

More 1960 than 960.

He? He.

Going by the pelvis, I'd say so.

It's all guess work at the moment, I'm afraid.

The skull is missing.

Mm. The question is, was he buried without it?

Judging by the depression at the top of the grave,

I'd say it's been removed.

The clothes have rotted.

Just a few buttons, I'm afraid.

And, er... this survived.

That looks military.

Mm. And these seeds.

Maybe they were on his clothing. In his pockets?

Might give you a clue as to which time of the year he was planted!

Mm...

Bit of a strange combination, though, isn't it?

A military buckle. Seeds.

A mercenary farmer, perhaps?

Good morning.

Right, I'll be back in a minute.

Her name's Agnes Currow.

I did try to speak to her,

but she gave me the door in the face routine.

Losing your charm, Lucy? Yeah, must be.

She's hiding something.

Apart from wanting the grave filled in again,

she identified one of the graverobbers

as Jack Choak, a local publican.

Only now she's denying it.

Do yo know how long she's owned the land?

Been in the family for generations, apparently.

Professor Tynk reckons some of these ancient Celts

could be Agnes' forebears.

So she would've been certainly around when this body was buried?

Yes, sir.

I've asked Potter to check on any other members of the family

who were around at that time.

The missing persons file, sir. How far back should I be looking?

Franks reckons 30 years.

Think yourself lucky the computer's doing it!

Yeah, OK. Thank you. Cheers, Mundy. OK, thank you.

Morning. Morning.

I've just faxed details of the buckle

to the Imperial War Museum in London, sir.

And we're running a check on all military bases in the area.

Good. Any progress on finding the skull, Andy?

Yeah, the Special Search Squad

have already covered the first three quadrants.

But the copse is proving a little difficult, I'm afraid.

Coould just be an unlawful burial, of course.

What, you mean Agnes Currow

buried her old man to save on funeral expenses?!

She never had an old man.

She's lived there alone since her parents died.

A bit of a recluse, apparently.

Professor Tynk said that...

Yes, thank you.

She said that Miss Currow mentioned TWO robbers.

So let's check out Choak and any known friends.

It may give us a lead on why she changed her mind about what she saw.

What about these seeds, sir?

There's never been an attempt to cultivate the dig site.

And the depth they were found -

well, those seeds didn't just fall there.

They had to be on the victim.

Unlikely to be a local farm worker

Would've been missed in a place like Treangove, surely?

Not if he was an itinerant.

There must've been hundreds of those through here in the last 30 years.

Yes. But only one employer, Doug.

The local lord of the manor.

Yeah.

30 years.

I can't imagine we'll tie this up in a couple of days.

You're missing Simon, are you?

Just making a general observation, Doug.

Where is he anyway?

Off chasing another exclusive with action shots of prize-winning leaks?

Very funny.

Doug?

Yep.

You seen 'im, then? Ooh, fit to burst, he was.

He'll see you later, he reckons.

What's he want to see me for? 'Twasn't our fault.

CACKLES

DOOR OPENS

Try telling him that to his face.

Mrs Choak? Uh-huh.

Inspector Lane.

Something I can help you with, my dear?

Yes. I just wanted to ask you a few questions, if I may.

Were you and your husband here last night? Yes.

Till what time?

I went up about midnight,

left Jack down here with Bill Marrack, as usual.

Bloody hell, Jack!

What if old Agnes recognised us?

Just keep your damn mouth shut

or you'll do for the two of us, no mistake!

Mr Choak?

And what can I do for you, my handsome?

Inspector will do fine, sir.

Somewhere we can talk in private?

Why don't we step through into my office?

Giles! Have you spoken to Gilbert yet?

I'm busy! I've got more to worry about at the moment.

Those grant applications have to be in this month.

You MUST speak to him! I've tried, damn it!

It isn't easy getting someone to recognise the EC

when they still have difficulty accepting the tractor!

If you don't care about us, then at least think of Hugh and Geoffrey.

This estate is their future!

What else do you think keeps me going, Libby?

'That old bat?'

I reckon Miss Currow

couldn't tell a pig from a parson in broad daylight,

never mind one o'clock in the morning.

You'd be pretty hard to miss, Mr Choak.

Yeah, well...

They breed us big in these parts, see.

I was where I am at 1am most mornings - in my bed.

You can substantiate that, of course?

Well, you can always ask the wife.

I'm sure SHE'LL remember.

I already have.

She doesn't.

Mrs Choak says she went upstairs, shortly after midnight.

You stayed on in the bar with Bill Marrack -

the man you were talking to when I came in?

Now that you mention it, Bill did stay behind that night.

Didn't leave till well after two, as I recall now.

And Mr Marrack will corroborate that?

I doubt if Bill will remember much about anything that night.

He was pretty sozzled when he left.

Why don't I ask him anyway?

Looks like you just missed him.

Got their mark everywhere, haven't they, eh?

Well... Not the force they once were, though.

Can I help you, gentlemen? Yes...

I'm Detective Superintendent Wycliffe.

This is Detective Inspector Kersey.

How do you do?

And you'd be Giles Rawle?

Giles is my nephew. He runs the estate for me.

I'm Gilbert Rawle.

So, how can I help you?

Well, we're trying to trace a missing person.

Chances are, maybe he was a farm worker,

so we thought with you owning the land...

I'm afraid I haven't heard of anyone going missing.

Although, of course, we don't run a daily check on them!

Well... this wasn't recently.

We think maybe some time in the '60s.

And does he have a name, this missing farm worker?

No. Not at the moment, no.

This, erm... this may be asking a lot.

There's nothing wrong with my memory, Inspector.

In fact, I know every worker on this estate by his Christian name.

And I must say, I can't remember anyone ever going missing.

And what about itinerant workers? You do use them, don't you?

Of course. At planting and harvesting, mostly.

And do you know all of them by their Christian names?

I'm afraid, by their very nature,

itinerants workers are here today and...

gone tomorrow.

But you would have records, for tax purposes?

Yes, we would.

Is this a family heirloom? Yes.

That was worn by Sir Geoffrey Rawle, known as Ironfist,

at the Battle of Hastings.

One simple task.

One. And you blew it. It was no-one's fault.

Now we've got police all over the place.

Who round here'd talk to coppers?

You'd be better off worrying about Silly Tilly.

For God's sake! Take it easy! Everyone calls her that.

Not to my face they don't.

OK, OK. I'm sorry.

I'll look after Tilly.

Same as I've always done.

You make sure nobody opens their mouths.

I hear so much as a whisper I'll come looking for YOU!

Given these lands in West Cornwall

for his bravery against the Saxon Harold

in the year of our Lord 1066.

A direct line for nearly 900 years.

Incredible.

And after you?

Giles and his sons.

You've no family of your own?

My wife died a long time ago.

I never had the desire to replace her.

Mr Rawle, you mentioned that I could borrow those books?

Oh, of course. Excuse me, superintendent.

Gilbert, I didn't know we had guests.

Giles's wife, Elizabeth.

These gentlemen are from the police, my dear.

Yes, I heard there was some bother on that dig site.

Though, why people want to bury themselves in the past is beyond me!

As you see, Elizabeth hasn't got my penchant for history.

Has he been boring you to death with the family history?

No, no, no. It was very educational.

According to the family tree, you've got a daughter. Is that her?

Matilda.

Joy of my life.

But you said that Giles and his sons would inherit...

Matilda had a breakdown in her youth.

Oh, I see. Thank you.

I'm sure Giles and Elizabeth will take good care of her.

And the family name will survive.

As it always has done, superintendent.

It's very good of you to let us borrow your books.

We'll have them returned to you just as soon as we've done with them.

Thank you.

What's going on, Elizabeth?

Going on?

I may be ageing, my dear, but I'm not senile.

If there's a problem...

If there's a problem, Gilbert,

you really must let Giles deal with it.

DOG BARKS

HEAVY FOOTSTEPS

Tilly?

Mr Marrack. Inspector Lane.

I know who you are.

Of course. You were in the pub

when I interviewed your friend, Mr Choak.

Who says he's my friend?

I know Jack, that's all. And I've got work to do.

Just trying to confirm your whereabouts night before last.

I stayed after time at The Ironfist.

Jack and I had a session.

A session? Sounds pretty friendly to me.

What time did you leave? Well after two, it was.

Funny, you know, that's exactly what Mr Choak said.

There you are, then. Satisfied?

Only he said you wouldn't remember what time you left

cos you were so drunk.

HE CHUCKLES

Mrs Choak says she left you both in the bar round about midnight.

Can you confirm that? I guess so.

So between 12 and 2am, you and Mr Choak were together?

You're sure about that?

I wasn't that drunk I don't know who I was with.

Then you won't mind giving me a statement in writing?

Do it now, if you like. Good.

Saves there being any doubts later on.

What do you mean "doubts"?

About 1.30, night before last,

two men were seen digging up a body on the archaeological site.

We have an eyewitness...

who claims one of those men was Jack Choak.

If they're right, by your own admission,

you've just established you were the second man.

An eyewitness? Old Agnes Currow?

I never said who the witness WAS, Mr Marrack.

Shall we?

You could have been badly burned, or worse.

Whatever possessed you to tackle it yourself?

You know what she's like,

she'll come here any hour of the day or night just to sit in there.

I thought maybe she'd lit a candle and fell asleep,

but when I saw that burning...

Why the doll, Agnes?

It's a warning!

They know I'll guess whose body it was.

What galls me is they buried him on my land. On my land!

What if they identify the remains?

KNOCK AT DOOR

We'll keep our mouths shut, Will Angwin. That's what we'll do.

We have to protect Tilly.

Hello there!

KERSEY: 'Have you any idea who might've started the fire?'

Vandals, I expect.

I've had my problems over the years.

Not easy for an old woman living on her own.

Didn't stop you seeing off grave robbers, though, did it?

I said I was old and on my own.

I didn't say I was incapable of looking after myself.

So why are you so scared of Jack Choak?

Who said I was scared of that tub of lard?

Sir?

Doug.

Excuse me.

Now...

you told Professor Tynk it was Jack Choak that you saw,

and then you denied it.

Was the fire a warning?

Miss Currow.

If someone is threatening you, you should tell us.

Was Jack Choak at the grave?

Was Marrack the second man?

I wouldn't be able to swear it.

Bit of luck, sir. Fire doesn't seem to have touched it at all.

Could use it as a vase by the look of it.

Eurgh. It's beautiful (!) Bag it up and I'll take it. OK, guv.

NO!

NO! Hey!

Stop, stop, come on. You can't come in here.

SHE WAILS Come on.

Come on, you're OK, you're OK.

SOBS HYSTERICALLY

SHE SOBS

Shh... You'll be all right.

SOBBING

Sir.

Gilbert Rawle's daughter?

Yes. Agnes lets her use the outbuilding as her own.

I'll get her home, she'll be fine then.

Might I have a word first? Oh, I don't think...

I only need a moment, Miss Currow.

It's all right, Tilly, dear. Mr Wycliffe's a policeman.

Hello, Tilly.

Now, Dr Angwin says that the barn up there is your place.

My special place.

For keeping special things.

For having friends to tea.

And has it been your place for a long time, Tilly?

SHE GIGGLES For ever.

And was the skull one of your special things?

I found it. In the copse.

Can you remember when?

Yesterday.

And could you show me later just where you found it?

Are you a real policeman?

Yes.

Somebody...

Somebody stole my baby.

SOBS

Well, the doll was very badly burned.

I don't think anyone can...

We'll get you a new doll, Tilly, dear.

I-I-I want my own baby.

I really should get her home.

I want my own baby.

SOBS: I want my own baby!

SOBBING

Why is it such a special place for her?

She just likes to come and sit here, with all her things round about her.

Miss Currow!

If Matilda Rawle had spent the night in there,

we may all have been dealing with a fatality now.

Was it Jack Choak you saw disturbing that grave?

Yes.

Was Bill Marrack the second man?

The God's truth is I don't know!

She's fine. She's settled now.

What were you thinking about?

Letting the police interview her?

Maybe we should be thinking about Ensdale House.

Yes, she needs to be away from here. For a week or two. For her own sake.

Don't you think the poor woman's had enough

of sanatoriums in her life?

I'll think about it.

You can't put her back in there. She hates the place!

Don't you ever imply

that I don't know what's best for my daughter!

According to forensics, it was started deliberately

and without much care.

Must be a warning from Choak to Agnes

for identifying him as one of the graverobbers.

Yet Marrack's statement says

that he was with him the night the grave got dug up.

Claims they were both in the pub till 2am.

A confirmation of the seeds found in the grave, sir.

Wild oats? Yeah.

Used to be a real problem

before these hi-tech chemicals they have nowadays.

Grew up amongst the wheat and barley, choking them.

Had to be rogued out, pulled up by hand.

Anything from those itinerant records yet?

None of them showing up as missing persons.

Mostly it's the same families coming back year after year.

What's the latest on the belt buckle?

Reckon it's US Army issue.

The American Museum in Bath are having a look at it for us.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Not necessarily, Potter.

OK, let's go with what we've got.

Let's put Marrack on the back burner for the time being

and let's talk to Choak, Lucy. This time, under caution.

My pleasure (!) Dixon.

It's the way forward, Gilbert. Why do I feel I'm capitulating?

You're not signing a surrender, Gilbert!

We've been part of Europe for 20 years.

The Rawles have stood on their own feet for centuries.

Oh, well.

The Rawles are on their last legs, Gilbert.

Have you made a decision on Ensdale House yet?

I said I'd think about it. PHONE RINGS

It's a purely temporary arrangement. A rest.

I'm only thinking of Tilly. PHONE RINGS

Giles Rawle speaking.

Gilbert. Hmm?

Why don't you speak to her about it now?

Break it to her gently...

Stop gibbering, man! I can't understand a damn word!

They're all over the place, I tell you!

They've got the skeleton, now they're dragging off Jack.

What are we going to do?!

Just listen, Marrack. Everything's in hand.

Jack won't give them the time of day.

Make sure you don't either.

You must have brought quite a few into the world in your time here?

Most of the population under 40, I'd imagine.

Seen a few out, too, I suppose.

One theory at the moment...

is that we might just be looking at an unlawful burial.

That's possible, I suppose.

But unlikely to go unnoticed in a small village -

is that what you're saying?

You know what small communities are like.

Well, it's just a theory.

How's Miss Rawle?

Tilly? Her family are taking care of her.

Her breakdown must have been quite a tragedy for them.

Yes.

It affected everyone. She was a vibrant personality.

"A free spirit" was the term then.

A bit wild?

Oh, no more than anyone else.

It was the days of flower power, remember.

Hm. Peace and love.

Yes.

The psychedelic '60s.

Is that what caused her breakdown? Drugs?

Sorry. Tilly, Miss Rawle, is my patient.

I can't discuss her medical history.

Of course, I understand.

I was nowhere near Agnes Currow's outbuilding.

We have your clothes, Mr Choak.

What's that got to do with anything?

What are the chances of us finding traces of petrol on them?

Fire kills, Mr Choak.

What are you talking about?

You told me the worst it could do was criminal damage.

Intentionally setting fire to a building or property is arson.

No, no! It wasn't like that. You tell me how it was, Mr Choak.

WHISPERS

OK, OK.

I had too many pints if me own ale, if the truth be told.

I let it get to me, her telling you

that I was going around robbing graves.

She's an old gossip, Agnes Currow.

And not right in the head, if you ask me!

Where did you get the petrol from?

Agnes just leaves it lying around, doesn't she?

So it couldn't have been premeditated, could it?

Just a daft spur-of-the-moment notion, caused through drink.

No jury in the land'll hang me for that, are they?!

Was Bill Marrack with you when you set fire to the outbuilding?

I don't need any help putting the likes of Agnes Currow in her place.

Detective Inspector Lane leaving the room at 13:02.

Jack Choak. You've admitted the offence of criminal damage

and you'll be charged with that offence.

I hope it fits.

Nasty.

Well, I can tell you one thing about this poor chap

just by looking at him.

The femur pointed to it, but the skull confirms it.

He's got a hole in his head.

It's almost as obvious, Inspector.

He was Black.

St Mawgan came up with five possibilities.

All AWOL around the time we believe our victim died.

One of those can be accounted for as being recaptured in the '70s.

Leaving four, one of whom was white.

Given the size of skeleton, however,

Franks has narrowed it down even further, to two.

These two, sir.

CHATTER

Nothing yet, ma'am.

Thank you both very much. I'm sorry to bother you.

Mr Marrack.

Would you like to have a look at these for me?

Anyone you recognise?

You know we only need to prove who dug him up, don't you?

Then we'll know who put him there in the first place.

It won't be for long, my dear, I promise.

Just two or three weeks at the most.

And when you come back it will be midsummer!

And all the flowers that you love... Can you spare a minute?

She's had her medication, Gilbert.

I think she'll be all right for five minutes.

My treasure.

Are you serious?

I'd like you to take a proper look, Mr Rawle.

Superintendent?

I've been showning your nephew these photographs.

The ones I showed his wife earlier.

Not your typical farm worker around here.

Even in these enlightened times.

American servicemen. Both missing since the late '60s.

And do you think one of them could be the chap you are after? Mm-hm.

I'm sorry.

I don't recollect having seen either of them.

Perhaps your daughter, Tilly? Absolutely not!

According to reports, she had a good many lovers in her youth.

Not only from around Treangove, but other parts of the country.

Are these the same reports that refer to her as Silly Tilly?

My daughter had many friends before her breakdown.

Of all nationalities.

But I'm afraid now Matilda wouldn't remember who she saw yesterday,

let alone 30 years ago.

I'd still like to show her the photographs, though,

talk to her.

The last time you talked to her,

she had to be brought home by the doctor.

You've had your answer.

INSISTENT KNOCKING

All right.

No need to knock the door down. Sorry, Miss Currow.

Just wanted a quick word. What is it this time?

There's a couple of photographs I'd like you to take a look at.

Anyone you recognise? No.

This one?

They'll be back.

I won't have the poor girl interrogated by the police.

Then put her somewhere where they won't allow it.

And can you also confirm the name, Miss Currow?

Josh.

Joshua Perry. From the base at St Mawgan.

Came here every chance he got.

Fell in love with the remoteness of the place.

Not to mention a local lass.

Always smiling.

A city lad. Looking for a bit of peace and quiet.

He certainly found plenty of that in Treangove, didn't he?

Agnes.

You knew, didn't you?

When you realised it wasn't an ancient Celt in that grave,

you knew it was Joshua Perry.

I wasn't certain. Most thought he'd deserted her.

Who killed him, Miss Currow?

Was it Tilly Rawle?

How can you think that?

Tilly worshipped the very ground he walked on.

She loved Josh with a passion that was almost frightening at times.

That's why they turned on him.

Who, Miss Currow? The whole damn village, that's who!

All queuin up to curry favour with the Rawles.

Everybody except you, that is?

You let them use the barn, didn't you? Her special place.

They needed somewhere where they could be alone.

That means you must have known he'd been murdered

No.

When he disappeared and Tilly was affected,

everybody thought he'd just deserted her.

That was the story that went round.

He broke her heart.

Destroyed her mind.

And you believed that?

The truth was, we didn't know what do believe.

All we knew was that he'd gone,

and the Tilly we'd knew and loved would never be the same again.

I was only warning her off.

Instead you brought more attention on us...

All they've got on me is criminal damage.

..and set that fool Marrack off in a panic.

Bill won't say anything.

He's in as deep as we are.

Maybe you should remind him about that.

When her lover was murdered, Tilly had a breakdown.

Was it during this time that she gave birth?

You see...

when Tilly told me that her baby had been stolen,

she wasn't really talking about the doll, was she?

Did she have her child while she was being hospitalised?

Yes. A boy.

And what happened?

Doctor Angwin?

He was put up for adoption.

You must remember her condition.

She couldn't care for herself, let alone a child.

A Black child.

Believe me, it was better for mother and child.

At least HE'S had a decent life.

Are you telling me you kept track?

He's a fireman. In Newquay. Married with children of his own.

'A son.'

That puts a new light on everything, doesn't it?

It certainly puts Giles Rawle in the frame.

Tilly's lover dead, her mind destroyed,

and any threat to his chance of inheriting

disappearing with the kid.

A solid motive, but where is the proof?

Choak and Marrack are covering up for each other.

Tilly can't say. And Giles Rawle isn't gonna up and confess, is he?

As long as they all stay silent, there's not a hope of conviction.

Right. We need to break the bond that's between them.

Our only hope is to bring one of them in to us.

What about Marrack, sir?

If we brought him in again, have him go over his statement?

And if he still holds out?

When I showed him that photograph of Josh Perry's,

he went positively white. He's on the edge.

CRACKLE OF TWIGS

Lord save us, Bill!

What are you doing, creeping about up here?

The man's concerned about you, Bill. We all are.

We can't have you cracking up,

not now everything's been taken care of.

You're too cocky, Jack. They've got his photograph!

They've got them old bones, too, mate, but that's all they've got.

So long as friends stick together, it'll be all right.

Didn't have to burn her place down. That little ol' love nest?

Just serving old Agnes a warning. That's all.

I thought when I saw them haul you in, the game was up.

Criminal damage - that's all they've got.

Nothing else, Billy-boy.

Mr Marrack? What? What is it now?

Just a quiet word, if you don't mind.

No. I gave you my statement!

Yes. We'd just like to go over it again. At the station.

You can't go on harassing the man!

Just a few points we'd like to get absolutely clear.

Well , can we do it here? It won't take long.

I'll take that, thank you. Come on.

No matter.

Andrew, this is not a formal identification.

We just want to see what reaction we get, OK?

Sir.

God...

No...!

It... It can't be...!

What...?! I never killed that boy.

I never laid a finger on him.

Mr Marrack, I must caution you... As God is my witness!

I only helped bury him.

Tilly!

I can't find her anywhere.

We could have done without telling her where she was going.

Agnes Currow's. That's where she is.

Giles Rawle!

That's the last thing you need, Mr Rawle.

I'll tell you what I need, Mr Wycliffe.

I need you and that...

He's not worth it, mate.

It's over.

Marrack is giving you up as we speak.

Don't be stupid.

This won't help. Don't say anything. I'll call a solicitor.

Giles Geoffrey Rawle, I'm arresting you for the murder of Joshua Perry.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention, when questioned,

something that you later rely on in court.

Where is he, Mrs Rawle?

Isn't my husband enough?

He's at St Petroc's Pulpit.

We knew he'd head for their love nest over at Agnes's

sooner or later.

It was the only place safe to him in the end.

We... we just lay up in a wheat field near her farm.

He was coming back with Tilly when we cornered him.

That was it, then.

I held Tilly while...

Giles and Jack dragged him off through the wheat.

He was on his knees, Choak holding him from behind...

..then Giles finished him with his hammer.

Superintendent Wycliffe?

Another history lesson?

You might say that.

I've arrested your nephew Giles for the murder of Joshua Perry.

The locals call this place St Petroc's Pulpit.

It was here that they watched and trembled

as Ironfist came ashore and raised his standard.

Did you hear what I said, Mr Rawle?

Do you call what Giles did a crime?

What your nephew did was heinous, but you drove him to it.

Matilda Rawle was pregnant with Joshua Perry's son.

So not just an American,

but an ethnic African would one day inherit the Rawle estate.

That's what decided you to make Giles your heir, isn't it?

It was his duty.

His right! For the family name?

Yes!

What else are we,

if we're not guardians of our history, our culture?

Giles will linger in prison.

I shall die there in all probability.

But Giles's sons will rule!

The Rawle line will not be broken.

No.

The law precludes anyone from standing to gain from murder.

Matilda's son will inherit.

Oh, yes.

Your nephew killed the wolf at the drawbridge, Mr Rawle.

But he spared the cub.

Gilbert Geoffrey Rawle...

I am arresting you for complicity in the murder of Joshua Perry.

And where would you be going... "me handsome (?)"

Oh...

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