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Ready, Matthew.

Ready for whatever
this day may bring.

For Lord Cromwell.

How dare they?

My commissioner.

My representative.

My voice!

It is Cromwell they have dared to
silence! This cannot go unpunished!

It must not, my Lord.

I would say urgency is required.

Precision is required.

Come with me. I'll show you
what this magical bird can do.

Tabitha, the English-speaking bird
from the Indies. From Peruland.

Stay back. Stay back. Do not crowd
her. She does not like to be jostled.

Throw a farthing at her feet...

What's this?

- And Tabitha will speak.
- Devil knows.

Trickery it will be.

God save King Harry.

- God save King Harry.
- Ha!

See?

That's a miracle,
wouldn't you say?

A trick.

Tabitha, say, "Death to the pope."
"Death to the bishop of Rome."

Death to the pope.

What? A trick, you say, sir?

- I believe so.
- Ah, but the bird spoke.

The bird merely repeated a
phrase first uttered by the crow.

If you would kindly repeat
after me, Master Shardlake,

"God bless Lord Cromwell".

He will see you.

And you are?

Master Jack Barak,
sir. At your service.

I have legal papers to
present to the court.

I've spoken to the court.
Your papers can wait.

Whereas my Lord
Cromwell will not.

Come on.

Come on.

Keep up.

You there!

You shall give me the damned address,
and I shall go at my own pace.

Oh, I'm sorry. Am I going
along too quickly for you?

New boots.

They pinch.

Up these steps and
through a door.

There's news of a
death awaits you.

A murder, it would seem.

And the poor victim?

He was a friend of yours.

Poor Master Singleton.

Robin Singleton?

Ah, Master Shardlake,
he is expecting you.

This way, sir, when
you are quite ready.

I am ready.

Lord Cromwell instructed me
personally to watch for your arrival.

I think he will know I have a
full day of business ahead of me.

Quite.

Matthew, come here next to me.

My Lord, how good it
is to see you again.

When did I see you last?

Oh, quite some months ago.

I did attend Anne
Boleyn's execution.

Public witness.

So you did.

Well, she did accept her guilt.

She had little choice,
given the evidence.

Anne Boleyn was an adulteress.

These trinkets will be of
interest to you, Matthew.

Holy relics brought
especially to my attention.

Look at that. There.

"Barbara Santissima".

It is the skull
of Saint Barbara.

Never heard of her.

A young virgin murdered by her
pagan father in Roman times.

'Tis most holy.

And this, this here,

is also the skull
of Saint Barbara.

From Boxgrove Nunnery
in Lancashire.

A two-headed saint.

Little wonder she was a virgin.

But I-I must say, I now find myself
curious as to who they both were.

And that, Master
Barak, is my Matthew.

Always after an
answer for everything.

Precision.

We have business.

I have a task for you.
A most important task.

Jack.

A task you cannot fail.

You've heard of the
Monastery of St Donatus

at the channel port Scarnsea?

I have not.

St Donatus is a
Benedictine house.

It has a history of vice
and, like all monasteries,

a gift for greed and deceit.

Show him the letter.

Read it. Read it now.

It concerns the murder,
Master Shardlake.

Dr Goodhap, you're needed.

This is something I cannot describe.
It is something you must see.

Concerning Master Singleton?

You will need a lantern.

St Donatus is not the cause. That,
I can assure you, Dr Goodhap.

It is the work of
the evil-minded.

Bear witness, please.

Who did this?

What person would...

Stand back! Back!

I will not be next!

You knew him, of course.

- I did, my Lord.
- Mmm.

I knew his methods.

Not the best lawyer, but Master
Singleton was a forceful man.

Which is why he was chosen.

To confront the abbot
and win a surrender.

Surrender, my Lord?

We are doing it, Matthew.

Finally reforming
a corrupt church.

There are certain noblemen who
remain steadfastly against me,

but I have agreed
with King Henry

a list of 12 monasteries
that are to close.

St Donatus shall be the
first, evidence permitting.

This is good news, my Lord.
Good news for the public purse.

Uh, the wealth these
closures will bring is...

You would think an emissary
of the king being murdered

would be reason enough
for closure, but no.

The guilty man must be
identified and evidence listed.

If that man is a Benedictine
monk, all well and good.

If not, then the
order of St Donatus

must be proven to be papists,
thieves or sodomites.

Or all three.

Each and every case
supported with evidence.

I am not above the laws
of England, Matthew.

Why no, my Lord. As
no man should be.

All of that said,
the house must fall.

It is the purpose of
the reforms, is it not,

to rid the land of men
who grow fat on sin

while ordinary folk do
suffer cold, hunger?

And the author of
the letter, my Lord?

Is a Dr Goodhap.

There solely to assist
Master Singleton.

He has the heart of
a mouse, it seems.

The people, Matthew, have been
exploited for long enough.

A murderer is to be found.

The monastery's to close, its
wealth surrendered to the Crown.

To the people.

A beginning.

You will not fail
me. Neither of you.

I shall not fail you, my Lord.

I am to travel with you.

I would rather choose
my own assistant.

I'm not your assistant.

I'll collect you from
your house at noon.

I have no need
of your company.

Oh. Well, take the
matter to Lord Cromwell.

Walk through that
door, go up the stairs,

and enter the room to your
left, Master Shardlake.

My Lord of Norfolk.

What a pleasure.

You were summoned most urgently
to meet with Thomas Cromwell.

I should like to know why.

Or must I have you
followed and watched daily?

I am to go to a place
called Scarnsea, my Lord.

St Donatus?

Yes.

You are to obtain its
surrender and its wealth.

I feel that some of my conversation with
Lord Cromwell should remain private,

my Lord.

But I must say, you
are a most astute man.

Nobleman.

Who will benefit
from this wealth?

The king. Cromwell himself.

The people shall
see not a penny.

It is theft in the name of God.

You will write to me, Master Shardlake,
the very minute your wicked deed is done.

Understood, crook back?

Alice, you walk careful now.
There is ice about the place.

Thank you, Master Bugge.

Dr Goodhap. It's me, Alice.

I have your meal.

I do worry that Dr Goodhap will convey
the thoughts of the previous commissioner

onto the next commissioner
without annotation.

Of course he will.

Then there is no respite.

All we can do, Brother
Edwig, is hold our calm.

Is he here yet?

No, sir, he's not.

You must eat something.

Eat and risk losing
my life to a poison?

Satan has taken
control of this place.

I will not be next!

Sir, there is a distracting
codpiece at the door.

Is it alone?

It is worn by a young man.

Let him in. His name
is Master Barak.

You're eating. I'd hoped
to leave immediately.

If we are to ride through the
night, I shall require fuel.

Hmm. And furthermore,
I'm not packed.

Sit.

I will.

Sir, would the codpiece
like a bowl of broth?

He would.

Thank you.

Well, she has confidence.

- She does.
- Is she your housekeeper?

Why exactly are you here, Master
Barak? Why exactly do I need you?

Well, I assume Lord Cromwell does
not wish to lose another lawyer.

Ah, you are to protect me.

I am capable of
protecting myself.

You are? Hurrah!

Milady, I, uh, I did
not catch your name.

It is Joan.

Joan.

Thank you.

- She's married.
- I'm not surprised.

She's a very well-built woman.

I do not like you.

Admittedly, I do not know you,

but my first impressions
are rarely incorrect.

Is it me or my attire
you do not like?

If you are here to
spy, then say it.

Mmm.

That's excellent broth.

You know, in time, I too hope to
have a well-built housekeeper.

What is this? What?

Well, you know what it is. It is
childish, Matthew. It is pathetic.

Well, I am educated and
respected. So, there.

Although I cannot wear a codpiece
that would catch the eye.

Well, I could, but it'll catch
the eye for no good reason.

As others are noted for their
something, I'm noted for my gait.

Well, it is I, and I embrace it.

It's my disguise.

Ready once again.

I am ready for Scarnsea.

It's commissioners!

- Open up the gates.
- It's commissioners!

Come on! Get those gates open!

They said they were commissioners
for the king, Brother.

Thought it best we let them in.

Sir, we've been expecting you.

Are you the Abbot Fabian?

I'm Brother Mortimus of Kelso,
the abbot's assistant in command.

The abbot is where?

The abbot is engaged.

Then you will fetch him for us.

We have been riding
for two days.

To whom am I speaking?

- Master Jack Ba...
- Master Matthew Shardlake.

Emissary of Lord Cromwell.

Master Jack Barak. Also
Lord Cromwell's man.

King's man.

Master Bugge, tend
to the horses please.

I'll take good care
of them, Brother.

Gentlemen.

Will you kindly tell me,
is Robin Singleton dead?

He is.

Struck down by invaders.

Invaders, he claims.

Well, then we shall see him.

Just as soon as we are fed and
met with our partner, Dr Goodhap.

Who remains alive, we trust?

Whelplay, you fool.

Why must everything you
touch descend into chaos?

- Brother Mortimus, I swear I did nothing.
- It was accidental, Brother.

Must I starve you
further? Must I whip you?

Please, Brother. I did ba...

Is that the only
instruction you understand?

- No, sir.
- You have been heard, Brother Mortimus.

Of that, I am certain.

You will be calm with the boy.

His error was not intentional.

Was me own fault, sir.

I am clumsy.

There, by his own
admission, the boy's a fool.

Well, perhaps because you
have told him so and often.

Now, you will fetch
me Dr Goodhap.

Alice, tend to this carnage.

Yes, Brother.

I shall fetch Dr Goodhap
for our important visitor.

Uh, important visitors.

- Alice, I'm s-so sorry.
- It's not important to me.

Think he likes you.

You curious?

I am an emissary of the king.

Do you wish to speak to me?

The abbot would like to
see us tonight for dinner.

- Very well.
- Master Matthew Shardlake,

this is canon lawyer Dr Goodhap.

Good evening to you, doctor.

I will say that I am here very much
against my will, Master Shardlake,

and I would prefer
not to leave my room

until the very moment I'm
leaving this place permanently.

He's a friendly sort.

Good evening to you.

Sir, I would like you to calm yourself
and tell me exactly what has happened.

Oh, you know what's
happened here.

A lawyer has been
murdered as my letter.

Now, all I wish
to do is to leave.

You will leave when
I deem you can leave,

and not before you have imparted
every ounce of your knowledge.

However limited.

Now, each monk of
interest shall be named,

and every thought and theory that
Master Singleton had shall be shared.

Every thought, you say.

Well,

examine Master Singleton's head,
sir, and you shall find it hollow.

He had no thoughts.
He had no theories.

He had bluster. Wind.

He was chosen personally
by Lord Cromwell.

What I'm saying is that he had no
thoughts that he did care to share.

Ah.

And, regretfully, his unwillingness
to take me into his confidence

has made the task of
closing this house

impossible.

As the French would say.

His discoveries did die with him,
as was the intention, I'm sure.

No, no, no, Brother.
You'll do that later.

They are for evening prayer.

Later.

He is Brother Gabriel.

I'm sorry... Is your intention
to eavesdrop, Brother?

No, sir. This is a task I carry out
at this time each and every evening.

You have been told.

Later.

Come on.

Was it you up in the
gallery just now?

It was not, sir.

The gallery and rooftop,
they're closed for repair.

Master Singleton did keenly examine
the monastery's record of accounts.

The sale of land and such.

Land and such?

He did not share his
findings, if any.

However, you... you must understand,
Abbot Fabian is a clever man.

He knows there can
be no forced closure.

He knows there must be proof of a
misstep, which I doubt you will find.

He has his brethren
well-schooled.

He's also got one
dead commissioner.

Outsiders, he will claim.

Invaders.

Because it cannot
be proven otherwise.

The monastery is enclosed and isolated
from the town by marshland and distance.

Access for invaders would
be difficult, I would argue.

But not... ... impossible.

Do not be fooled by the robes.

These are ruthless, determined
men, bound together not by God,

but by preservation and greed.

You will learn not
to stare, Brother.

What's that?

You dine well, Abbot Fabian.
You're most hospitable.

We work hard, Master Shardlake.

We grow our own vegetables.
We rear livestock.

Everything on our table is
a product of St Donatus.

And the wine is from where?

We trade, sir, with France.

Mmm.

Scarnsea is not the port it
once was, but it remains a port.

He is Brother Edwig.
The bookkeeper.

I am.

To whom Master Singleton
paid much attention.

He did,

and was satisfied with the
records kept, I believe.

God rest his soul.

Brother Edwig had the good
fortune of being away on business

the night Master
Singleton was slain.

The business of
barley and yield.

Brother Gabriel, you
are the sacrist, I see.

Yes. Yes, I am.

And a sodomite.

Of course, he is a
sodomite. He is a man.

That is not true.

We are all sodomites, Brother.

Sodomites, gluttons
and hoarders.

- It is not true.
- Thomas Cromwell did say so.

- You should enjoy your food, Brother.
- Thomas Cromwell is never mistaken.

He is the Antichrist.

Take a sip of wine.

I condemn him to hell.

- There, I've said it aloud.
- Brother Jerome, you will cease now.

He is unwell.

Thomas Cromwell, his
king and his followers...

- Brother Jerome.
- I damn them all.

Jerome, please. You
must calm yourself.

Why should I not damn each
and every one of them?

He did murder his queen

with lies.

Sir, he is disturbed
by his past.

Does my oath offend you?

Does my faith, which was
once your faith, sicken you?

Brother Mortimus.

If you are indeed Cromwell's man,
then, like the wretch before you,

an axe will find your neck.

- Jerome!
- Please!

Take your hands from me.

- I am torn and broken enough.
- Now, stop this! You are a good man.

A man of peace. A man of God.

Cromwell is of the devil.

He is of the devil himself.

Away with him. Away!

Please, Brother. Please.

Master Shardlake,
I must apologise.

Brother Jerome is
not of our order.

He does not belong here.
He was forced upon us.

He's a cousin to the
new queen, Queen Jane.

And we care for him as...
as a favour, you could say.

He's Carthusian.

The rack has left its mark.

It is not our
concern, Brother Guy.

He is someone we
could do without.

Was that a confession
we did hear?

He spoke of an axe.

What you heard was the
ramblings of a tormented mind.

Regardless, I shall
need to speak with him.

As you wish.

I wish.

You keep your brethren
well-schooled, Lord Abbot.

Strict rules.

Obey or be punished.

The boy is a trial.

I can assure you.

Why, in this house of God,
do I smell secrets and fear?

We have no secrets.

And with respect, Master Shardlake, it is
of you and Lord Cromwell we are afraid.

Well, if you've
committed no crime,

you've no reason to be afraid.

Forgive me, sir, but
that is never true.

You're not from these
shores, Brother Guy.

I was born in Málaga, Spain.

Somehow, you washed up here,
to Scarnsea-by-the-silt.

There are worse places.

London, for one.

If the monastery were to close,
Brother Guy, to where would you travel?

- Home?
- This is my home.

My work is my home, sir.

There is no need for the
monastery to close. None.

It was Brother Guy who first did
discover Master Singleton dead.

I did.

He has lain here for four days.

The cold should
have kept him fresh.

Let us have the lid off.

That's not so fresh, I fear.

What would you say about
the manner of his death?

Well, I mean, I'd
say what is obvious.

His head's been taken
from his shoulders.

Well, I did not think
he died of a cough.

But there is more to see.

Now, I would guess that the assailant
is... Was of at least medium height.

- Possibly taller.
- How can you say that?

Master Singleton was a tall man.

Well, without a head,
it's hard to tell.

See how the neck
is cut at an angle?

The head sits
unevenly on the stone.

It does.

Further, observe how
clean the wound is.

That, too, is
difficult to achieve.

It could not be
done with an axe.

It's a swordsman.

Most definitely a sword.

Sharp and effective.

Singleton was executed
as if he were royalty,

like Queen Anne Boleyn.

God rest her soul.

Sir, I can state this as a fact.

There are no swords
here at St Donatus,

and there are
certainly no swordsmen.

There once were men who were
soldiers within your ranks, surely.

Some, myself included.

But this is not the work
of a principled soldier.

It is the work of the devil.

You will tell the abbot that
I have seen Master Singleton.

He can now be buried
as a Christian.

I believe I have
a vocation, sir.

- Say again?
- Brother Andrew...

I believe I have
a vocation, sir.

Boy, you can never be a priest.
Do you not realise that?

You know the book of Genesis says that
God made us in his own image, do you not?

Yes, Brother.

To serve the church, you
must conform to that image.

Look at yourself.

Hmm?

Boy.

Huh?

I-I'm sorry, I was thirsty.
It's just a mouthful.

A sip of water is allowed.

Now, I will need no
more than a moment.

Did you know Master Singleton?

Did he speak with you?

Well, did he?

I imagine he would.

He did, sir.

And what did he ask you?

What did you speak of?

You can talk to me,
boy. I do not bite.

He asked if I'd been
affectionate, sir.

I've not. I swear.

I see.

Affectionate with whom?

- With a brother?
- I have not.

I do believe you.

What else did he ask?

We've been told to take
care with our words.

- May I go, sir? I feel sickly.
- Told by whom?

Told by the abbot?

Or Brother Mortimus?

Does the brother beat you often?

I can help you.

Please.

I have nothing to tell.

My role is to prevent people in
power from abusing that power.

Sir.

I can help you, and I
would like you to help me.

There are those who would do their best
to deceive me, I'm sure, but not you.

I know it.

You will speak the truth.

What's this?

Is it a gift for someone?

It's just something I made, sir.

May I go now?

Yes, you may go now.

Think on what you know.

And what you have seen.

Yes, sir.

Why is it you feel you must
hide in the shadows, Brother?

Please, show yourself and speak.

If you have something
to say, then say it.

You're here. I know it.

If you have something to say

facts to offer...

Fetch him.

Yes, sir.

Master Shardlake.

Master Shardlake.

- Commissioner.
- Uh, one moment.

Simon, drink.

He has a fever.

He's weak and confused,
as you'll see.

I found him, sir, lying on the refectory
floor when I was doing me rounds.

- What ails him?
- Mighty blow to his head.

There's that, but what concerns me is a
congestion of the lungs and the fever.

I did carry him here on me back.

He needs rest, but insists
upon speaking with you.

- Then I shall need privacy.
- Sir, if you could be brief.

I have given him a potion...

If you would all stand
back. Further back.

Uh, his name? Christian name.

It is Simon.

Simon.

Commissioner, is that...

You're here?

I am.

You wish to speak to me.

You were sent here
to do justice.

I am. Truth and justice
are my currency.

He is not the
first to be killed.

Not the first. Master Singleton?

Not the first.

I did warn her of the danger.

Did warn her? You
did warn Alice?

You warned her of what?

So sweet.

I want to be gone from here.

Take me with you.

Simon. Simon, if Master Singleton
was not the first, then who was?

I cannot say.

Simon, I can protect
you. Do you hear me?

I can help you.

- Master Shardlake.
- Yes, yes, yes. I know.

His fever will either
break, or it will kill him.

What is it you do
not want me to hear?

And why give him a potion?

Sir, he wants to rest.

We all need our rest.

It is the middle of the night.

Alice, if I may
have a quiet word.

The boy did say
that he warned you.

About what?

That's what I'm asking.

He's warned me of nothing, sir.

Think on your past
conversations.

There are none. I've... I've
barely spoken to the boy.

Alice, I would not like
to think of you in danger,

and I do not mean
to frighten you.

The fever may well have addled his
mind, but danger is what he said.

From who? From where?

You do not feel
yourself threatened?

No, sir.

Yeah, from time to time, I've
had hands and approaches,

but, like all women,
I must deal with it.

Why must you deal with it?

Because it is nuisance.

Well, I am here for
you if you need me,

is what I'm trying to
say without clarity.

Thank you, sir. I'm grateful.

A pretty face, Matthew, and
you're a bumbling fool. Fool!

God save me.

The whole investigation
becomes secondary.

Yes, I shall protect you, lady. I
shall sweep you off your dainty feet,

and we shall marry,

and we shall have a
son or two... Ten!

Think of what you must do.

Find this swordsman.

Unmask this deadly monk.

They will misjudge you, Matthew.

No matter.

It will be their own bad luck.

St Donatus shall be the first.