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What did you
actually say to him?

I told him he was
no good at his job.

No, Barbara, you told him he
was incompetent and amateurish,

your DI.

Your boss.

He bungled the bloody arrest!

So, you thought you'd
publicly humiliate him?

How many enemies are
you planning to make

in this department?

Look, I get it, but...

I wanna transfer off his team.

There's not many
places I can put you.

There's a new DI,

just starting,

I can pair you up with him.

But this is your last chance.

Well?

What happened?

What do you think?

I got read the riot act
and assigned a new DI.

-Seriously?
-Mm.

-Who?
-Dunno, some new bloke.

Probably wet behind the ears.

Been warned to behave myself
and not speak out of turn.

Oh, yeah, well, not much
chance of that, is there?

Thanks, mate.

You know what?

I'm gonna end up as nurse maid

to some fresh-faced city boy,

who doesn't know his
arse from his elbow.

-What?
-Watch where you're going.

Can I help you?

I'm DI Lynley.

Do you know where I
can find my office?

-Oh, you're the new...
-Fresh-faced city boy

who doesn't know his
arse from his elbow.

Oh... Yeah, it's that way.

Um, I'm DS Havers, Barbara.

Thanks.

Oh, and I, uh, won't be
needing a nurse maid.

Oh, what now?

Oh, I was... I was
told this is my desk.

Well, Barbara, nobody mentioned
an office share but, err...

I see you two have already met.

Good.

Barbara Havers is
your assigned DS.

Great.

A call just came into the
station, suspicious death.

Salcott Island.

I need you two to
get down there.

Play nicely, yeah?

Okay.

Shall we?

I'm okay to drive,
I know the area.

Let's take my car.

Okay.

You're kidding me?

Whoa, slow down, mate!

So, err, where were you before?

-Met.
-Train at Hendon?

Yeah.

And before that?

University.

-Right, where?
-Oxford.

Balliol College. And you?

Swaffham High, then
Swaffham Tech. Yeah.

Norfolk, Norfolk born and bred.

Anyone else in your
family in the force?

Oh, actually we're
big in iron and steel.

Really?

Yeah, my mother irons

and my dad steals.

Good one.

Nice wellies. Left
mine in my car.

None spare, I'm afraid.

Sorry about that.

-Morning.
-Good morning.

-Salcott Island?
-Yeah.

-Morning, Dev!
-Alright?

Yeah.

We got an ID on him?

White male named Brouard.

Guy Brouard. B-R-O-U-A-R-D.

-59.
-Who found him?

Bird watcher from the mainland.

Err, this is Detective
Inspector Lynley by the way,

err, Sergeant Ellis.

Do we know anything about him?

Owns the big estate
on the island,

retired here a few years ago,

groundsman came
and identified him.

You wanna wait for me here?

-No.
-Are you sure?

Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks, Dev.

DI Lynley.

I'll take it from here.

No problem, Sir.

Blow to the skull.

Pretty deep.

Well, maybe he slipped
and fell off the sea wall.

Err...

No, these could be
defensive wounds.

He's damp but not wet through,

he ended up here when
the tide was out.

Sergeant Ellis?

I need you to call
the coroner's office,

we need to arrange
a post-mortem.

Thank you kindly.

Where'd you find Beau Brummell?

Isn't he something?

Havers?

There's a blood trail.

We need forensics to
examine this whole area.

Maybe someone attacked him here,

hurled him over the wall.

Need to shut the
whole place down.

On it.

How long have you
worked for Mr. Brouard?

Ever since he came here.

11 years, 12 nearly.

And you're the housekeeper,
Valerie, is it?

Layton.

Oh, and Paul, he's
our groundsman.

You're the one who
identified him?

Why don't you take
this up to her?

He doesn't like to talk much.

There's some fancy name for it.

You both live here?

Mm.

When did you last
see Mr. Brouard?

Err, last night when I
was clearing the dinner,

about 10.

He didn't want much,

tin of soup, some fresh fruit.

I washed up quick and,
err, went upstairs.

Anyone else in the house?

My niece, Cynthia.

Comes to stay
during the holidays.

She and I sat and
watched a movie.

We were together the
rest of the evening,

-Paul joined us.
-Who was the tray for, Valerie?

Oh...

Please, follow me.

Mrs. Brouard? You
have some visitors.

Oh, thank you.

Osteosarcoma.

May have only a
week or two left.

Nurse comes in
three times a week.

Were they here yesterday?

No. Paul and I manage the
other days between us.

Does she know what's happened?

-Has someone told her?
-I did try.

But, err...

she didn't register it.

Her son knows though...

driving up from the south coast.

Nasty wound.

Not a knife, a blunt object.

You can tell by the
surrounding abrasion.

Look.

Definitely our cause of death?

Difficult to say at this stage,

but blood loss can be heavy.

I'll need to do an
internal examination.

Do you have anything
else for us?

Oh, there's these.

Intriguing.

In his pocket, not
sure what they are.

Family icons.

Romans used to carry them...

for luck.

No sign of a weapon?

No, nothing yet.

Probably at the
bottom of the estuary.

What about suspects?

Well, it's a private island.

Everyone travels there by boat,

there's no casual footfall.

Is there anything else, Sir?

It's just, I'm expecting
forensics to brief me, so...

Havers...

Could you wait outside?

Presumably when
you took this job,

you didn't know that I'd
been transferred here.

A pleasant surprise for us all.

So...

We're gonna try to...

reset our relationship?

Forget everything that
happened between us in London?

Because I could make things
quite uncomfortable for you.

I hope that you appreciate that.

Pax vobiscum.

I'm agreeing to a truce.

Lynley?

-Mm?
-Keep me informed.

Yes, Sir.

Well, what was that about?

Nothing.

I wouldn't worry about it.

You're the only other person
who lives on the island?

I own this row of cottages.

They're all empty right now.

You must've known
Mr. Brouard quite well,

was he a good neighbour?

Well, he seemed alright to me.

Made his money in
the city they say.

Retired out here, still in
his fifties, lucky bugger.

Sorry.

Shouldn't speak ill of the dead.

Got your work cut
out for you, Paul.

How long have you
worked here, Paul?

Since I left school.

What about your parents?

My mum's dead.

And your father?

He was glad to see me gone.

The Brouards are kind of...

-you know...
-Family, huh?

Yeah.

You know any Roman history?

Let's assume I don't.

During the time of Hadrian

-there was a villa here.
-Okay.

Some students are here
working on it, digging it up.

Maybe the Roman emperors
are what inspired him...

Inspired him to do what?

Emperor Tiberius had
a palace at Capri,

an island paradise,

naked girls running
round like nymphs.

I don't quite get you.

Wife dying of cancer?

So, he liked to bring people
here to entertain him.

Anything else you think
we need to know, Paul?

What is it?

I saw them together.

You saw them?

Err, Mr. Brouard
and a young woman.

They were wearing masks,
and they were dressed up.

Can you give me a
description of her?

Her hair colour, height?

Well, she was in a mask,
like I said, and it was dark.

And where were you?

I was over by the gate.

I was only there for a moment...

...he was touching
her, kissing her.

Then I went in. I watched
TV with Cynthia and Val.

Anyone else you saw?

No, but...

Who was she, Paul?

Who was the woman in the mask?

No one gets on or off the island

without the harbour
pilot knowing.

No launches recorded here.

And I always keep
very good records.

So, no one sailed over
to the island yesterday?

Just some people coming back.

What about private launches?

This is the only route,

and they always keep
the slipway chained up.

Hey, do you mind if I
borrow those records?

A bit of bedtime reading.

Not at all.

Do me a favour,

bring 'em back will ya?

I like to keep a tight ship.

Thanks.

A young woman, you reckon?

I think you're
talking about someone

who was already over there.

-Well, thanks.
-His neighbour mentioned

something about some students.

...we'll have to pick
up where we left off

-yesterday, yeah?
-I'll just carry on.

-Who are these guys?
-No idea.

I'll talk to them.

Hi, can I help?

Inspector Lynley, Three
Counties, Major Crime.

You know there's been
a death on the island?

Yeah, yeah, we...
we just found out.

Are you in charge here?

Yeah, I mean it... it's
just a student dig.

Yeah, but on
Mr. Brouard's estate.

That's what we were
just talking about,

he's our benefactor, he
financed the work we're doing,

fed us, provided accommodation.

Were you all here last night?

No, not everyone stayed
over, just me and Sofia.

How well did you
know Mr. Brouard?

You socialise with him?

Yeah, sometimes.

We went for dinner at the house.

He was... he was
kind, really generous.

Where are you guys from, Sofia?

We're at Cambridge.

Just going into third year.

Archaeology is it?

-Mm.
-That's fascinating.

Oh, I watched some
documentaries on the telly.

You ever done those, um,
what are they called,

-re-enactments?
-Sorry how... how do you mean?

Well, like dressing
up, masks and that.

Mm, no that's...

that's not really our scene.

-Why'd you ask her that?
-What do you mean?

The witness said he'd
been with a girl.

So, you thought you'd share
his statement with her?

Did you see her eyes?
She would not look at us,

-she's hiding something...
-She isn't even a suspect yet

and she isn't under caution.

One step at a time, okay?

Let's not get
ahead of ourselves.

I finished all the planting.

It's gonna look
really beautiful.

I think you're gonna love it.

There you go, Sir.

Thank you.

Adrian.

I'm so sorry.

Carmel, welcome back.

Hello, Valerie.

I've made your room up.

Err, how long will
you be staying?

You're welcome, of course.

Well, we have to talk
to the lawyers first

and then... see about a funeral.

How's Mum doing? Can we
go up and sit with her?

Oh, yes.

Sorry.

What?

I'm not stupid, you know.

What do you mean?

I see stuff.

You're a dark horse, ain't ya?

Promise me you're not
gonna say anything.

I've seen what you're up to.

Know what my price is, yeah?

Hi.

That packet of gram flour
expired over a year ago.

-Are you having a clear out?
-Mm-hmm.

How was your day?

You don't wanna know.

I checked the ferry log.

The tides were out.
-Mm?

No vessels went
across that evening.

Whoever the woman was,

she was already on that island.

Okay. Am I coming with you?

Yeah, chop, chop.

Ah, ah, not in the car.

Those students are the only
other people on the island.

You might wanna
hold your breath.

They're a bit messy.

They're only using it temporary.

This place has been
here since the war.

How did they make
contact with you?

Wrote to Mr. Brouard.

We've had groups
working here before.

Ah, well, it's a tiny island.

It certainly seems to have
its fair share of history.

Roman villa,

also a World War II
military installation.

Taking your life in
your hands there, mate.

Yeah.

What you got?

-What's taking so long?
-It's ridiculous.

-How much...
-Hi, Sofia.

Thanks for coming in.

Err, is, is she under arrest?

No, you're free to
leave whenever you want,

this is just a
voluntary interview.

You are entitled to
legal advice, though.

Oh, well, my Dad's a barrister,

so, maybe I should call him.

No, no, it's okay,
Sam, don't worry.

Alright, Sofia, if
you'd like to follow us.

-Sure.
-Will this take...

Oh, Sam, you can wait here.

Your name's Sofia
Cullen, is that right?

-Mm-hmm.
-You're a student of Cambridge.

Second year. Me and
Sam share a house.

And how well did you
know Guy Brouard?

Not that well.

He was hosting us,
funding our dig.

And what was the nature
of your relationship?

Friends, I guess.

Yeah, he gave me
a nickname, China.

That's my specialism, pottery.

I make clay reproductions,

and he let me look
through his catalogue.

Well...

would you recognise these, then?

Yeah.

I made them for Mr. Brouard.

-You made them?
-As a thank you.

They're supposed
to be house guards,

they're supposed
to ward off evil.

Well, we have a witness
who says Guy Brouard

was intimate with someone
in the hours before he died.

Well, what's that
got to do with me?

I'll ask you again,

what was the nature
of your relationship?

That yours?

Mm-hmm.

Bit of an unusual garment.

Plus, we found blood on it.

Oh, I cut myself...

see? Here, a couple
of days back.

I was using an old trowel.

Sorry, is that what
all this is about?

Just a couple spots of blood.

Did anyone see that happen?

No.

Well, we'd like you to agree
to give us a DNA sample.

If the blood matches, you've
nothing to worry about.

Sure.

-Alright?
-Yeah.

Have you heard
about Mr. Brouard?

Everyone's gossiping.

Dirty old sod.

It was gonna happen eventually.

Well, he was kind to me.

Yeah, well, you wasn't his type.

And there's something else.

What?

Something come up in the nets.

He was wearing this
the night he died.

Looks like he was making movies.

Do you think we should give
it to the police officers?

No.

And why not?

What's up?

Barbara?

Fancy a quick chat and a coffee?

Err, yeah.

Great.

Come in.

Well, shut the door.

I've got one of these
new espresso machines,

anniversary gift from my wife,

just gotta learn to
work the bloody thing.

How's it going?

Well, I'm supposed to
be behaving myself.

You did warn me to knuckle down.

Well, you can speak freely.

It's just us.

He's a bit of an
arrogant sod, isn't he?

Well, he was your only
option, you do realise.

Take a seat.

You mean there's
nowhere else to put me?

That's about the size of it.

Do you take sugar?

No, thanks.

There we go.

So, what's happening,

err, with the case I mean?

We've got a suspect.

-Yeah, a student, Sofia Cullen.
-And?

Lynley's not so sure.
She's one of his kind,

you know, blue stocking.

But I reckon she's lying to us.

You think he's
reluctant to arrest her?

Maybe.

This DI Lynley,

I've encountered him
before, you know.

Four years in the Met together.

Really?

Oh, how can I put this?

He's not really a 'team player'.

Ha.

If he ever puts a foot wrong,

I'd be glad if you
come tell me...

hmm?

Biscuit?

You've lucked out there.

Your new partner, nightmare.

-Sorry, I don't follow.
-Well, you will be sorry.

You should've seen how things
ended with the last DI.

Anyway, good luck, mate,
you're gonna need it.

Thanks.

It's a local brew.

Cheers.

Are you gonna be writing
a novel all evening then?

Case notes don't write
themselves, Sergeant.

Come on then.

What'd you think?

What about?

About the girl?

I reckon a man like Brouard,

a man obsessed with
owning beautiful things,

I reckon he'd be drawn to her.

Sofia's the only young woman
on the island that night.

Cynthia and Valerie were there

but they both have an
alibi in each other.

So, Sofia...

she's the closest thing
we've got to a suspect.

You really think so?

Yeah, don't you?

I think if you murder someone
and their blood splashes about,

you don't stuff your
clothes in a laundry bag.

-You burn them.
-Mm.

Maybe she didn't
notice the blood.

Plus, you know, people
panic and do stupid things.

No, she doesn't
really seem the sort.

What's that supposed to mean?

She seems smart.

Cambridge educated.

Yeah, I suppose.

Tell me something, do you
really think that posh people

don't commit murders,
it's just the plebs?

Do you want a hand brushing
that chip off your shoulder?

What?

If you've got a problem
with me, just say so.

I can take it.

Come on.

Go for it, Havers, don't be shy.

What is a bloke like you
doing in a job like this?

Oh, that old chestnut.

Well, I've been
asked so many times.

-Everyone's gotta earn a living.
-That's not an answer.

Your family has money.

You've been asking
questions then, have you?

Some of the lads
have been talking.

But I just don't know

what it is you're
doing here, that's all.

I'm doing my job.

Same as everyone.

I'm a career officer.

I'm not just amusing myself till
something better comes along.

Cynthia?

-Hiya.
-Hey.

What's this?

Don't know.

What's that smell?

You been smoking in here?

Err, it's incense.

Oh, well, don't
burn the place down.

It's all quite straight forward.

There's money set
aside for a funeral.

He asked to be cremated,

and for his ashes to
be interred in an urn.

How very Graeco-Roman.

And what about the estate?

I, I know he, he
changed the will

after my mother became ill.

It's to be sold.

And the money
given to a charity.

British Heritage.

What?

Also... a large sum is going
to one private individual.

And you don't mean me?

Oh.

How much?

You little worm!

Argh.

-Urgh.
-How'd you do it?

Huh? You start
calling him Daddy?

I am going to have lawyers
crawling right up your backside!

Adie!

What?!

Stop it!

Paul, no! Don't!

-Cyn, quick, call the police!
-Argh.

You really think you're
up to this, little man?

Adie!

That is enough!

Stop it right now!

Adie, stop it!

-He's just a kid!
-It's not him, it...

It's got nothing
to do with Paul.

I got a letter from the
solicitor, it... it's me.

He left me an endowment.

Where's Adrian now?

Station, Horsford.

He's under arrest for assault.

We need you to give
us a statement.

Paul?

I can't.

His family has looked after me.

It doesn't matter
what he's done.

Cynthia?

Hello, you.

Do you have any idea
why he chose your niece

as a beneficiary?

Err, sorry, I'm as
surprised as anyone.

Sir? I need to see you.

Excuse me a minute.

Wait for it.

Who do you think that is?

Ah, struth.

We've seen the film.

You and Guy Brouard.

A sexual encounter, pretty wild.

Pretty unusual.

When was the film made?

Alright, Cynthia.

I know that this is difficult.

I don't understand
what I did wrong.

You didn't do anything wrong.

We're just asking questions.

You're not under arrest
or anything like that.

I need you to
cooperate here, Carmel.

When was the film made?

About a month ago.

He said he liked
to keep mementos.

He used to make
these little jokes.

Mm, what sort of jokes?

Well, he called me Diana.

He said I was a
goddess, you know.

Did he ever touch you, Cynthia?

He must've paid you
some attention, though,

if he said that you
were attractive.

I didn't do nothing
to lead him on.

We know that, love.

Did you know he was gonna
leave you all that money?

We were staying at
Salcott for the weekend.

Adrian had to shoot
down to London.

He's an investment banker.

I was in the house
working at my laptop.

I'm a solicitor.

And, what...

Mr. Brouard suggested
a way you could...

amuse each other?

It was a private encounter
between two adults.

How exactly is this relevant?

It's relevant because he's dead.

We're still trying to
establish a motive.

Guy was very charismatic.

He said that he was
the Emperor Augustus,

that the island was his empire.

Yes, okay, I had
intimate relations

with my husband's father

and, yes, he kept a record.

It's embarrassing, nothing more.

I know the law, Inspector.

Why would she do that?

Not for the sex...
or the attention.

Certainly not from
her father-in-law.

Well, either way we've
got a second suspect.

-Adrian?
-Violent temper.

If he knew about this...

We need to put him
on that island.

Shall we request the
pleasure of his company?

Okay.

We need to know your
movements on the 14th,

the day your father
was murdered.

And if you want a solicitor,
you are entitled to one.

You think I was
involved in his death?

That's completely ridiculous.

I was at work...

at the bank...

a normal day.

Train home from Blackfriars.

The next morning, I got
the message he was dead.

Is there anyone who
can verify that?

Carmel was at home.

She'll back me up.

Time of death I'd estimate

somewhere between
10:00 and 11:00pm.

What about the weapon?

A blunt metal object,
used with force,

some sort of hitting motion.

And then there's these...

Metal shards in the wound.

If you find it, we
can try to match it.

It's likely he was
knocked unconscious,

left bleeding,

but the wound wasn't fatal,

which brings me to this.

Interesting.

Chalky residue found
inside his stomach,

only partially dissolved,
but suspicious.

I'll order a toxicology report.

Where's the so-called Chief
Forensics Officer around here?

I was having such a
good day up until now.

Haven't they fired you yet?

Well, you know how it
is, someone's gotta

keep this place going.

Havers, this is my
friend, Simon St. James.

-Hello.
-Si, DS Havers.

Oh, God, poor you,

you've been saddled with
this arrogant tosser.

Ah, thank you.

They're the words
I was looking for.

Glad to be of service.

-It's good to see you too, mate.
-Yeah.

So, what brings you over here?

I'm the new DI, Three Counties.

Ah, so, you're on
the Brouard case?

-Keep up, dear.
-Oh...

They send you over
the blood samples?

Yes, yes, I, err,
have the reports here.

The traces on the dress
are the same DNA profile

as the blood from the deceased.

Seems like Sofia
was lying to us.

Yes, it does.

Are you gonna let me
take the lead this time?

Why?

New boss, eager to impress you.

I did eight years in CID,
I know what I'm doing.

Just tread carefully, will you?

This... found in
your laundry bag,

Guy Brouard's blood was on that.

We got a match
back from the lab.

Now you said the
blood was yours,

you said you cut yourself?

I... I was confused.

Okay, well, take a minute,

see if you can
unconfuse yourself.

Because you were seen
wearing it that night.

You were seen being
intimate with Mr. Brouard.

Mm?

It... it started as a
joke, that's all it was.

-What was?
-I'd read about them,

a sort of, err...

celebration.

What exactly are
you talking about?

A bacchanal.

You mean like the
Ancient Romans,

a sort of ritual?

Yeah, he joked about
it, he said, err,

he said this was his
own private island.

Guy Brouard persuaded you to
take part in a re-enactment?

He said we could do
anything we want.

There were no rules.

He joked he was the
only god on Salcott.

And what happened?

We dressed up.

Me and him.

Costumes, masks, torches.

Wine.

He chased me from the
house through the forest

and then onto the sea wall.

That's where it happened.

-Sorry, err, chased?
-It's a sort of... hunt.

It's part of the game.

Did you have sex with him?

Out loud, please,
for the recording.

Yes.

Why...

why did you go with him?

He's old enough to be your dad.

He was very persuasive.

He was looking after us.

That's not an answer, Sofia.

Money, okay?

I want to do a master's degree,
and I can't get the funding.

It's really hard to get
sponsorship these days.

My parents have just divorced,

all the money's gone, they
can't afford it, so...

Guy offered.

But there were strings attached.

Am I right?

Yeah, it was really stupid.

I never should've
done it. I can't...

I can't imagine what
my family will say.

What about your boyfriend?

What does he reckon?

He never knew.

I left him sleeping.

So, after the intercourse...?

Mr. Brouard...

he fell down and cut himself.

He was really...
drunk at this point.

Yeah, that must be the
blood on my clothes.

Okay, and then what?

He left.

He, he seemed okay.

I, I walked back
to the bunk house.

Yeah, I stripped off my clothes,
put them in the laundry,

that was the last I saw
of him on the beach.

Honest.

-We need to let her go.
-What?

The Crown Prosecution would
throw it straight out.

Urgh.

You think she's innocent
just because she talks posh.

No, I think the CPS will say

we don't have enough
to charge her.

She admits they had sex,
she lied about it before.

But that's because her boyfriend
was working right alongside her.

Oh, come on, we can
put her on the beach,

we've got blood on her clothes
consistent with delivering

-a blow to the head.
-It could be a fall,

-just like she said.
-Okay, well,

then how do you explain
the metal shards?

None of the evidence
is conclusive.

Why are you so keen
for her to be guilty?

Why are you so keen
for her to be innocent?

Alright, what's her motive?

Err, I dunno, maybe
he went too far

and attacked her during
one of their little games.

Too many maybes.
The boyfriend has

more of a motive than she does.

Maybe she wasn't the last
one to see him that night.

Don't you just ever
go with your gut?

No.

Nor should anyone.

Hi, Mrs. Brouard.

Time for lunch.

You okay?

Here you are.

Thank you.

Sam?

What's happening?
What are you doing?

I'm going.

Going where?

-I don't understand.
-Yes, you do.

You think I'm staying
here any longer?

Did you have an affair with him?

-Did you?
-No.

Did you?

-It was one night.
-Ah, I'm going.

-I was stupid, it was one night.
-Get off me.

-Sam! Sam!
-Get off me!

Hear me out!

This, this is, this
is pretty clear.

She admits that
she was with him,

she admits that they had sex.

That's hardly enough for
the CPS to charge her.

Well, isn't it?

We know she's lied before...

at her first interview.

Has someone already
briefed you, Sir?

Well, didn't she begin by
giving us a false statement?

No sexual relationship.

Keep up.

Well, she didn't
want to admit it

in case her
boyfriend discovered.

Well, it, err...

looks like you need to dig
a bit deeper, Inspector.

Do me a favour, would you?

If you're gonna make
a report to DCI Nies,

at least have the courtesy
to warn me in advance.

He asked me a direct
question and I answered it.

And? You didn't think it
would be best to alert me?

Oh, look, whatever's going
on between you two, yeah,

it's got nothing to do with me.

Okay, yeah, I see, he's
given you the full low-down.

No, he just said that you guys
had worked together before,

-that's all.
-And then he asked you

for a case update and
knowing he was out to get me,

-you happily provided it.
-It wasn't like that.

Look, there's one quality I
value above all others, okay,

-and that's loyalty.
-Hang on,

you do not get to question mine.

No, you hang on, I've stood
by you since I got here.

What the hell's that
supposed to mean?

I see the lads smirking

when I turn up with you.

They think you're
a pain in the arse,

they feel sorry for me
being paired up with you.

Who said that? Tell me a name.

If I'm prepared to
take you as I find you,

you should extend me
the same courtesy!

Urgh, listen to yourself,
Mr Lord of the Manor.

You're not a team player

and I'm not your
bloody maidservant!

Well, I'm not sure there's
much point in us continuing...

you and I, I mean.

Perhaps you should put in for
reassignment after this case.

-Wait, hang on.
-Better for both of us.

Wait! Hang on!

Oh, how you doing?

-No don't, don't get up.
-Oh, I'll make your tea.

-I'd like to see you try.
-It's no bother.

-Don't be daft.
-We're going out, love.

We're going to the cemetery.

-You're driving us.
-I'm tired, Dad.

-Anniversary.
-I know, but...

For your mother.

I keep it in my own way.

Hi, Mum!

Hello.

Thanks so much.

Thank you.

-Morning.
-Hi.

I just got a call from
Adrian Brouard's boss,

she's willing to talk.

Oh, I'd better head
down there then.

Okay, I'll hold the fort, and
I'll text you the address.

Well, you're the
point of contact,

-you should probably come.
-I thought you told me

to put in for reassignment?

Let's leave that for now,

till after we've
solved the case.

This from the 14th, look, see?

There's Adrian leaving.

And then...

17:01 out the door.

That's plenty of time for
him to get down to Salcott.

Well, check CCTV from
the train platform.

So, how's it going?

Very insightful. Thank
you for the access.

It was only a matter of time
before you guys turned up here.

Oh, really?

Adrian likes to
overstep the boundary.

You don't like him?

Thinks the world
owes him a living.

You're only as good
as your last deal,

and Adrian's been
losing money lately.

-How?
-He burns through

everything he
earns at top speed.

He brought us a new bond scheme,

people failed to invest,

all very embarrassing.

His father was on the
board here for years.

What, you didn't know?

Adrian tried to persuade him
to come out of retirement,

help fund it.

-And?
-And it didn't happen.

His father refused to help him,

left him to drown.

Well, thank you.

So, he's a screw up.

Basically.

Pisses his money
away at the bank,

tries to drag his dad
into it to bail him out.

No dice.

He needed that inheritance
more than ever.

Coupled with the fact his
father's screwing the wife.

Certainly paints a picture.

Toxicology report just came in.

Oxycodone.

There's a thriving black market.

People take it for
just about anything.

Enough in his bloodstream
to sink a battleship.

If it was self-administered,

he was careless,
would've caused him

to go into respiratory failure.

I don't understand, I
thought you said he bled out.

It was hard to ascertain
what took him first.

Well, we'd better check
with Mrs. Brouard's doctor.

-They might be the source.
-Already done that.

She's only prescribed morphine,

and there was nothing else
found in the house search.

So, where'd it come from?

You reckon Adrian might
have a drug problem?

Burns through his
money, she said.

Yeah.

-Email this to us, would you?
-Sure.

So, you left work early
on the day he died.

-Now hang on...
-Do you think Adrian

was involved, Inspector?

Mrs Brouard, please,
don't interfere.

It all comes back to that film.

They found it.

The film with Guy
and I together,

they know all about it.

Somehow Cynthia found the DVD.

Oh, Jesus.

You're making a
mistake, Inspector.

You think my
husband was jealous.

-Look...
-You think this was a crime

-of jealousy?
-Mrs. Brouard, please...

Adrian knew everything.

He agreed to let me do it.

Adrian had lost money...

...a lot of money.

He bankrupted us.

We were completely washed up...

-Carmel, they don't...
-No, they need to hear this.

So of course,

we went to Guy.

Begged, pleaded for his help.

But he wouldn't budge.

He enjoyed having
control over everyone.

He relished every
little weakness.

So, I suggested it.

We all know the kinds of
games that Guy liked to play.

I suggested that I
prostitute myself,

and Adrian agreed.

-Carmel...
-Now it was an idea

that we cooked up
between the two of us.

So, the notion
that he killed him

in some sort of jealous fit,

well, it's absurd.

And do you have any
evidence for this?

I made him sign a contract.

I drafted it myself.

His money, my body.

Sir? Just got a text.

Confirmation.

CCTV at Brighton.

He took the early train home.

Oh, damn it.

Adrian Brouard's
not responsible.

Though he might've paid
someone to do it, I suppose.

Someone could've easily
waited till Sofia was gone

and attacked him
when he was helpless.

Now let's get back to base.

Christ.

What time's the ferry?

On this island, it
comes when it comes.

Hah. What you thinking?

Well, we still don't know

where the hell he
got the drugs from.

Oh, look who it is.

Leave it to me.

-Hi, Cynthia.
-Mm, hello.

Can I ask you a question?

Well, you already
interviewed me.

No, yeah, I know that.

I just wanna know
where'd you get the weed?

We don't wanna arrest
you, okay, we just...

we just need the name of
your supplier, that's all.

It's just some bloke I know.

Okay, can you give me the name?

Come on, Cynthia,
where'd it come from?

It's...

Look, you need to talk to Paul.

Okay...

He has this little hideaway
where he keeps it all.

Thank you.

I guess it's not back
to base after all.

Paul?

Paul!

We need to have a word, Paul.

-Why? What's happened?
-Err, why don't you come inside,

-yeah, we'll have a chat.
-Why?

We have reason to believe you've
been selling illegal drugs.

I, I haven't, I haven't touched
anything like that at all, so...

-No, no, we know.
-I don't know

what you're talking about.

Argh! Oh, just come right
out with it why don't you!

Paul!

Paul! Ah!
-Paul!

Paul, stop!

Paul!

Urgh! Come on!

Keep up, Havers. Argh!

Paul!

Ah!

Paul!

Paul!

Paul!

Stop!

Paul!

Stop!

Paul, not that way!

There's nowhere to go, Paul!

Paul!

-Paul!
-Argh!

-Ah!
-Ah, ah!

Havers!

-You took your time.
-You got some power

in them legs of yours.

And a pretty good tackle too.

Rugby.

-First fifteen.
-Of course.

Here we go. We don't want you

going home in your
dirty pants, do we?

Stop smiling, would you?

Right, the kid's being
looked over by a doctor,

but we have to wait till
his solicitor gets here.

And I've sent someone
round to go search through

his little den.

Come on, hurry up, cupcake,

let's get you a sandwich.

You know what, I don't
know anything about you.

Well, like, where
are you living?

Are you back at
your family estate?

In my old teenage bedroom?

No, just...

No, I've got a
place on the coast.

Just renting.

Hmm...

I couldn't really go
back home again, so...

-nope.
-Is that a sorer subject?

There's a lot of
history in my family.

Well, the eldest son's
supposed to take over, but...

So, what's your story?

How did you end up a, what
was it, career officer?

Well, I did a law
degree at Oxford.

Of course.

My uncle was a
barrister, a silk.

Everyone expected me to
follow in his footsteps.

But, ah... well, I got
obsessed with criminology.

Just the way the
whole system's set up.

And I knew I didn't wanna
spend my life in a courtroom.

I wanted to be on
the front line.

Did your family kick off?

Yeah, they didn't speak
to me for a while.

And I love this job.

It gives me some sort of purpose
that I never really had before.

Mr. Brouard had opiates
in his bloodstream.

We believe they were
a factor in his death.

How'd they get on
the island, Paul?

She kept asking for
stronger medicine.

And you knew someone
who could help?

-Who could supply you?
-Yeah.

Well, how did Mr. Brouard
get hold of it?

You buy some for him as well?

I had... I had no idea
that he knew about it.

We found these, Paul.

Cynthia told us about
your little hiding place.

What were you doing with them?

I swear to you, I don't
know why I kept them,

please believe me,
I, I, I, I found 'em.

This camera tripod's been
identified as the weapon

that caused his head injuries.

He was clubbed with it.
The camera's broken,

the film's destroyed,

-can you tell us what's on it?
-No.

The water's made the
film unretrievable.

It's not looking very
good for you is it, Paul?

No.

You're in possession
of the murder weapon,

the drugs that
were in his system.

It wasn't me.

Believe me, it wasn't me,

I didn't have anything
to do with it.

Who supplied the
oxycodone, Paul?

Rob Palmer?

Hi, Mum, hi.

Yeah, yeah, I'm,
err, I'm well enough.

You?

Sure, yeah.

So, you think you can just
walk into my room, do you?

Well, say what you're gonna say.

Come on.

I knew it was only
a matter of time.

As soon as you started visiting,

I knew he'd become obsessed.

New toy.

It's a shame it didn't
work out for you.

I guess you're going to have
to kiss all this goodbye.

Aren't you?

Please leave.

You alright?

Yeah, it's just, um...

Well, we're nowhere.

And Nies is gonna be
snapping at my heels.

Oh, I don't know how
you can eat that stuff.

What even is that?

What these?

Figs, food of the gods.

-Hang on.
-Hmm?

He said he was Augustus.

Who?

Guy Brouard.

You know your Roman history?

Emperor Augustus?

One of my current favourites.

What is it with men, and
why are they so obsessed

-with the Roman empire?
-No, no, no hang on, listen.

I read about it last night.

Naturally.

Augustus thought he
was being poisoned,

he thought someone was
trying to kill him,

so, he changed his diet,
ate figs from the trees,

plucked his own fruit
from the orchard.

-Where, where's this going?
-Tinned soup.

-What?
-That's what Guy Brouard ate.

You can't tamper with a
tin, it's safe to eat.

And fresh fruit.

We're looking at
the possibility that

his food or drink
might've been spiked.

As a precursor to
murder, perhaps.

Maybe a way to pacify him.

He was fussy about
his food, I told you,

it usually came from a tin.

Not much of a banquet
for Bacchus, is it?

What about the wine then?

Opened an hour or so beforehand,

then it sits on the
dining table to breathe.

Easy enough to tamper with.

Where's the bottle now?

There were shards of
glass out by the sea wall.

Okay so,

let's assume for a moment

that's how it got
into his bloodstream.

The person responsible
would've had to know

that bottle would be there.

Everyone knew, it was
his regular routine.

Augustus.

That's what he called himself.

He's hinting at something.

Okay, so, who was it trying
to poison Augustus back then?

Livia.

And who was she, professor?

Mrs. Brouard? We
need to talk to you.

We're police officers.

Where's the boy?

Where's Paul?

Well, we're holding him.

He was supplying you
with illegal drugs.

I don't have much time.

Here, take a sip.

I begged him to help me.

Well, they found their way
into your husband's wine.

He was drugged, Mrs. Brouard.

We need you to tell us
exactly what happened.

Someone... went into the garden

and spiked your
husband's wine bottle.

Hmm.

He always opened it

hours before his dinner,

paranoid about being spiked,

but he would never
drink red wine...

without letting it breathe.

I knew I'd have the opportunity.

You know how many
nights I endured

listening to the voices,

laughter from the gardens?

I put up with it for
such a long time.

I was ill, so I allowed it.

When you love somebody,
you want them to be happy.

Then it all started
getting out of hand.

He went with poor Adie's wife.

I could hear them
together through the wall

and it was more than
I could stomach.

She's not strong enough
to wield a weapon.

We're looking at two
different crimes here.

The blow to the head
wasn't enough to kill him,

but together with the drugs,
it was a lethal combination.

Paul thought she
was responsible,

that's why he hid the
mask and the camera,

in case there was
something on it.

But he's wrong.

There's someone else
who's implicated.

Okay, so what are
we trying to do?

Get CPS to charge her
with manslaughter?

-No, no.
-Err, Sir, Sir!

A crime was committed here.

That woman lay there
night after night,

knowing her husband was on
the other side of the wall

-having sex with God knows who.
-Don't you think I know that?

What you're saying
is true, Havers,

a crime was committed there.

There's someone else
who's implicated, okay?

Let's just wait till we've
got the full picture.

Understood?

Morning.

Morning.

I spoke to Maia.

-Oh, and...?
-I was right.

Hair analysis.

Evidence of other
drugs in the system.

Morphine, Diazepam...

She'd tried this before
on several occasions.

Okay, so, what do you
wanna do about it?

We hold off on the arrest

until we know who attacked him.

Until we get the full picture?

So, what are we missing, then?

Well, there's something.

Something passed us by.

We need to go back
to basics, Havers.

Start again from scratch.

Okay, well, what about
this collection of his?

What about it?

Well, you said he model
led his life after people

in ancient history, yeah?

Huh, I dunno, you tell
me, who were they all?

Sofia said she'd
seen a catalogue.

-That's 27.
-Mm-hmm.

Okay, 28, statue of an
aristocratic Roman boy.

I guess that's him.

29, early 20th century
naked woman bathing.

Yeah, here.

Not a looker, is she?

Err, okay 30, Roman red
glazed pottery bust, Diana.

Something used to be here.

-Hmm?
-Has 30 gone missing?

Roman red glazed
pottery bust, Diana.

Diana.

That's what he used to call her.

Cynthia said that name,

said it was the
nickname he gave her.

What's going on, Valerie?

A piece of art
from the catalogue

appears to have gone walkabout.

It was broken, Sir.

The bust was smashed.

Did you keep the pieces?

Can you show us?

The face, it...
doesn't it look like...

Cynthia.

Her mother, my sister, Rose,

she's in a bad way.

Cyn has to run things at home,

do all the cooking and
change her mother's sheets

when she wets herself.

It's the drink that does it.

Cyn's at college most days,

but over the summer,
it gets harder for her.

I told her she could come
and stay here with us

in the holidays.

She's content up in her room
just listening to music.

And then there was this
stupid thing with the bust.

Well, just a coincidence, but
Mr. Brouard, he noticed it,

he kept going on about
it, kept making comments.

We all knew what he was like,

but when it's your own niece

and you're supposed to
be looking after her.

You felt uncomfortable with the
things he was saying to her.

He said that having
her in the house

was like having a
real work of art here.

That Diana had come to life.

Goddess on earth, a divine form.

I saw the way he looked at her.

And you were torn.

You wanted her here with you,

but you didn't want him
getting close to her.

Made me shudder every
time he said anything.

So, you broke it?

That's an expensive
fit of anger.

I thought he'd be angry
when I told him about it.

He was at first, but...

then he seemed to
forget about it.

Spoke to some insurance firm.

I'll need to take these pieces.

She said he didn't seem
too upset about it.

In the catalogue, this is
valued at five figures.

It's a reproduction... fake.

Yeah.

That's what I reckoned.

I didn't think the
Romans had nose studs.

Inspector. What's going on?

Can we take a look around?

We need to see inside.

What, do you have
a warrant or...?

Well, we could come back
with one if you like.

I assume you wanna see
Sofia's pottery workshop?

Look at all this stuff.

It's a regular little factory
you've got going on here.

Forgeries.

Ah, well, reproductions.

You say potato...

Did you know what was going on?

Tell us the truth, Sam.

How deeply involved were
you in this little scam?

You weren't honest
with us, Sofia.

What?

Oh, we've done our homework.

We went to Cambridge.

Saw your studio.

China, isn't that
what he called you?

Creating fake masterpieces.

You stole a priceless
piece of art

from Mr. Brouard's collection,

replaced it, so he
wouldn't notice,

just bad luck for you
that it got broken.

No, no, wait a second...

What happened when he
discovered the theft?

Did he confront you?

Threaten you with the police?

And then it spiral
led into violence?

He had no eye at all, you know.

He collected art
with enthusiasm,

but actually had no
concept of what was good

and what was garbage.

The man wasn't a true collector.

It was a sham.

So, you thought you'd relieve
him of his masterpiece,

replace it with a replica.

Is that why you left Cynthia's
little nose stud there?

A little joke at his expense.

Where's the original
Diana statue?

Sold to fund your research?

Tell us what happened when
he realised it was stolen.

He came to find me.

He said he would expose me...

unless I...

Unless you consented to
his little role play.

So...

that was the reason you did it.

He was twisted.

He enjoyed playing his
little power games.

You had sex with him
just to silence him.

But I didn't know
the whole thing

would be filmed.

And now everything I did
will forever be on film.

It just happened
in... in the moment.

I felt humiliated,
I felt powerless.

Argh!

Mr. Brouard: Argh!

When I came to Salcott,
I was someone else.

My tutors, they said
I had a great future.

This island, it's...

it's destroyed me.

It's time for us to go, Sofia.

No.

Sofia.

Sofia, it's time to go.

Sofia?

-Hey, hey...
-Woah, woah, woah,

woah, woah, woah, woah, woah.

I can't do this.

Sofia, look at me...

A trial and prison.

This doesn't have to
be the end of the road.

You're bright...
and you're talented.

What the hell does any
of that matter now?

-It matters.
-No, no, Sofia, no.

It matters because you were
manipulated by that man,

any jury would see you
didn't plan to kill him.

You gotta be strong.

Look at me.

It's alright.

Hey, hey, hey.

I got it.

Keep it pressed down.

Sofia, it's okay.

Ah!

Oh!

Oh, uh, Paul, we need to
get that picture down.

Right.

The estate is up for sale.

What a relief, really.

All those monstrosities
up for auction.

Most of the money will
go to charity but...

Cynthia gets a decent
slice of the pie.

What will happen
with Mrs. Brouard?

Err, the CPS have said
they won't prosecute.

We're finished here.

Brouard...

there was no one there
to stand in his way,

to tell him no, show him
where the boundary lies.

Life's supposed to be a battle.

Is that your way of telling
me I'm still on the team?

Hmm.