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(dramatic, sweeping music)

(grass rustling)

(geese honking)

(waves lapping)

(gannets cawing)

(sinister music)

(water splashing)

(dramatic music)

(seabirds twittering)

(car rumbling, roaring)

(suspenseful music)

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?

DS HAVERS: Look, I get it, but...

I wanna transfer off his team.

There's not many places I can put you.

(sighs)

(dramatic music)

There's a new DI,

just starting,

I can pair you up with him.

But this is your last chance.

(up tempo music)

(exhales)

Well?

What happened?

What do you think?

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

- DC BEKELE: 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.

(office chatter)

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.

(clears throat)

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?

(dramatic music)

Okay.

Shall we?

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

Let's take my car.

Okay.

(door unlocks)

- You're kidding me? - (car revs)

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.

(dramatic music continues)

Nice wellies. Left mine in my car.

None spare, I'm afraid.

(boot slams)

Sorry about that.

(soft sigh)

- Morning. - DI LYNLEY: Good morning.

- Salcott Island? - Yeah.

(boat rumbles quietly)

(wake ripples)

(gull cries, birds singing)

- Morning, Dev! - 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.

(dramatic music)

(camera clicking)

DI Lynley.

I'll take it from here.

No problem, Sir.

(sinister music)

DI LYNLEY: 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? - (scoffs)

Isn't he something?

DI LYNLEY: Havers? (mysterious music)

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.

(dark crescendo)

(trees rustling, birds singing)

(dramatic music)

(crow caws)

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.

DS HAVERS: 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?

VALERIE: 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...

(tense music)

Please, follow me.

(door squeaks open)

Mrs. Brouard? You have some visitors.

Oh, thank you.

(whispers) 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.

(whispers) Does she know what's happened?

- Has someone told her? - VALERIE: I did try.

But, err...

she didn't register it.

Her son knows though...

driving up from the south coast.

(suspenseful music)

CORONER: Nasty wound.

Not a knife, a blunt object.

You can tell by the surrounding abrasion.

Look.

DI LYNLEY: Definitely our cause of death?

CORONER: Difficult to say at this stage,

but blood loss can be heavy.

I'll need to do an internal examination.

DI LYNLEY: Do you have anything else for us?

Oh, there's these.

(box clattering)

- DI LYNLEY: Intriguing. - (dark music)

CORONER: In his pocket, not sure what they are.

DI LYNLEY: 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.

(background chatter)

Is there anything else, Sir?

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

Havers...

Could you wait outside?

(tense music)

(door opens)

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.

DI LYNLEY: Yes, Sir.

DS HAVERS: Well, what was that about?

Nothing.

I wouldn't worry about it.

(high tempo music)

(seagulls crying)

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

I own this row of cottages.

They're all empty right now.

DS HAVERS: You must've known Mr. Brouard quite well,

was he a good neighbour?

TONY: 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.

(brush cutter buzzing)

(engine cuts out)

Got your work cut out for you, Paul.

(dove cooing)

How long have you worked here, Paul?

Since I left school.

What about your parents?

(mysterious music)

My mum's dead.

DI LYNLEY: And your father?

(sighs) He was glad to see me gone.

The Brouards are kind of...

- you know... - Family, huh?

PAUL: Yeah.

TONY: You know any Roman history?

Let's assume I don't.

TONY: 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.

TONY: Wife dying of cancer?

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

(sinister music)

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.

DI LYNLEY: 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...

DI LYNLEY: Who was she, Paul?

Who was the woman in the mask?

No one gets on or off the island

without the harbour pilot knowing.

(suspenseful music)

(seagulls crying)

(water rippling)

TED: 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?

TED: 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.

(dramatic music)

(grass rustling)

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

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

- Who are these guys? - SAM: 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.

DI LYNLEY: 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.

DI LYNLEY: How well did you know Mr. Brouard?

You socialise with him?

SAM: 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. - DS HAVERS: 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.

SOFIA: Mm, no that's...

that's not really our scene.

(dramatic music)

- 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.

(sweepingly dramatic music)

(birds singing)

PAUL: I finished all the planting.

It's gonna look really beautiful.

I think you're gonna love it.

(suspenseful music)

(fades to high tempo music)

(boat splashing)

BOAT DRIVER: There you go, Sir.

Thank you.

(suspenseful music)

VALERIE: 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.

(mysterious music)

Sorry.

- (scoffs) - PAUL: What?

I'm not stupid, you know.

- What do you mean? - (water running)

I see stuff.

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

(sinister music)

PAUL: 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? - AMANI: Mm-hmm.

How was your day?

(sighs) You don't wanna know.

(dramatic music)

(television playing in background)

- (car rumbling) - (waves crashing)

(light music plays)

(sighs)

(phone pings)

(dramatic music fades in)

(waves crashing)

(tin rattles)

(car lock beeps)

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. - (car doors open, close)

- Ah, ah, not in the car. - (grunts)

(car engine starts)

(up tempo music)

(waves lapping)

VALERIE: Those students are the only other people on the island.

You might wanna hold your breath.

They're a bit messy.

- (lock rattles) - (door squeaks)

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.

VALERIE: Roman villa,

also a World War II military installation.

Taking your life in your hands there, mate.

- (dramatic music) - Yeah.

- What you got? - (suspenseful music)

(door opens)

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

- How much... - Hi, Sofia.

DS HAVERS: 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.

DI LYNLEY: 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.

(laughs)

Well, we have a witness who says Guy Brouard

was intimate with someone in the hours before he died.

(suspenseful music)

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.

(waves crashing)

(footsteps crunching)

- ROB: Alright? - PAUL: Yeah.

Have you heard about Mr. Brouard?

ROB: 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.

(sinister music)

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?

(dark music)

(footsteps receding)

(people chattering)

DCI NIES: Barbara?

Fancy a quick chat and a coffee?

DS HAVERS: 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. (chuckles)

How's it going?

DS HAVERS: 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?

DS HAVERS: 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.

(tense music)

DCI NIES: This DI Lynley,

I've encountered him before, you know.

Four years in the Met together.

Really?

DCI NIES: 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.

DS HAVERS: 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. - (dramatic music)

I'm a career officer.

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

(officers chuckling)

(curious music)

(heavy sexual breathing)

- (woman moaning) - (laughs)

(knocking on door)

VALERIE: Cynthia?

- Hiya. - Hey.

(suspenseful music)

What's this?

VALERIE: Don't know.

What's that smell?

You been smoking in here?

Err, it's incense.

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

- (laughs softly) - (dark music)

THEA: 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.

(dramatic music)

British Heritage.

What?

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

And you don't mean me?

Oh.

How much?

(screaming) You little worm!

Argh.

- PAUL: Urgh. - How'd you do it?

Huh? You start calling him Daddy?

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

(screams) Adie!

- PAUL: (groans) - What?!

VALERIE: Stop it!

- Paul, no! Don't! - (screaming, hitting)

(grunting, struggling)

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

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

- (grunts) - VALERIE: Adie!

- (men struggling) - That is enough!

Stop it right now!

Adie, stop it!

- (screams) - (suspenseful music)

- VALERIE: 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.

(treacherous music)

Where's Adrian now?

DI LYNLEY: 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.

- (poignant music) - (knocking on door)

DS HAVERS: Cynthia?

Hello, you.

(sexual moaning)

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.

(sexual moaning)

DS HAVERS: Wait for it.

Who do you think that is?

Ah, struth.

(sinister music)

We've seen the film.

You and Guy Brouard.

A sexual encounter, pretty wild.

Pretty unusual.

(suspenseful music)

(sighs)

When was the film made?

DS HAVERS: 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.

DI LYNLEY: 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.

DS HAVERS: Why would she do that?

Not for the sex... or the attention.

Certainly not from her father-in-law.

(sexual moaning)

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

- Adrian? - Violent temper.

If he knew about this...

DS HAVERS: 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.

(dramatic music)

CORONER: 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...

(mysterious music)

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. - DI LYNLEY: 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.

(puzzling music)

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.

(sinister music)

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.

(dark music)

And what happened?

We dressed up.

- Me and him. - (gate clangs)

Costumes, masks, torches.

Wine.

(creepy whoosh)

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.

(eerie music)

It's part of the game.

Did you have sex with him?

Out loud, please, for the recording.

(flames whoosh)

Yes.

(wine sloshing)

- (sinister music) - (bottle smashes)

DS HAVERS: 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...?

SOFIA: 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?

SOFIA: 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. - DS HAVERS: What?

The Crown Prosecution would throw it straight out.

DS HAVERS: 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.

DS HAVERS: 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?

- (keyboard clacking) - No.

Nor should anyone.

(dramatic music)

(birds twittering)

(door squeaks)

Hi, Mrs. Brouard.

Time for lunch.

You okay?

Here you are.

MRS. BROUARD: Thank you.

SOFIA: Sam?

(grass rustling)

What's happening? What are you doing?

I'm going.

Going where?

- I don't understand. - SAM: 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. - SAM: Get off me.

- Sam! Sam! - SAM: Get off me!

Hear me out!

(poignant music)

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? - (file flaps)

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.

- (sniffs) - (disquieting music)

(office chatter)

DI LYNLEY: 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?

DI LYNLEY: 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.

- DS HAVERS: Wait! Hang on! - (door slams)

(sport playing on television)

(soft snoring)

(soft music)

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!

(people chattering)

(mobile phone rings)

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.

(upbeat music)

(traffic humming)

This from the 14th, look, see?

There's Adrian leaving.

- And then... - (key clicks)

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.

- DS HAVERS: How? - SUSAN: He burns through

everything he earns at top speed.

(suspenseful music)

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? - SUSAN: And it didn't happen.

His father refused to help him,

left him to drown.

Well, thank you.

DS HAVERS: 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. - (phone pings)

Toxicology report just came in.

CORONER: 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. - DS HAVERS: Already done that.

She's only prescribed morphine,

and there was nothing else found in the house search.

DI LYNLEY: 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.

(mysterious music)

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.

ADRIAN: Oh, Jesus.

You're making a mistake, Inspector.

You think my husband was jealous.

- DI LYNLEY: 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...

- (dramatic music) - ...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.

(treacherous music)

(birds twittering)

(crow caws)

(door opens)

DS HAVERS: 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.

(sighs heavily)

Now let's get back to base.

(foreboding music)

Christ.

DS HAVERS: What time's the ferry?

DI LYNLEY: On this island, it comes when it comes.

DS HAVERS: Hah. What you thinking?

DI LYNLEY: Well, we still don't know

where the hell he got the drugs from.

DS HAVERS: 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.

(mysterious music)

Thank you.

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

Paul?

Paul!

(motor cuts)

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. - PAUL: I don't know

what you're talking about.

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

DI LYNLEY: Paul!

DS HAVERS: Paul! Ah! - DI LYNLEY: Paul!

DS HAVERS: Paul, stop!

(heavy breathing, panting)

- DI LYNLEY: Paul! - (gate clatters, clangs)

Urgh! Come on!

(high tempo music)

Keep up, Havers. Argh!

Paul!

Ah! (sploshes)

Paul!

(splashing)

Paul!

(men grunting, straining)

Paul!

Stop!

(foreboding music)

Paul!

Stop!

Paul, not that way!

There's nowhere to go, Paul!

Paul!

- Paul! - PAUL: Argh!

- DI LYNLEY: Ah! - PAUL: Ah, ah!

- (men groaning) - (climactic music)

Havers!

(Paul grunting)

- 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.

(people chattering)

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?

DS HAVERS: No, just...

DI LYNLEY: 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...

DS HAVERS: So, what's your story?

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

(laughs)

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.

(suspenseful music)

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.

- (packets rustling) - (sinister music)

DI LYNLEY: 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.

DI LYNLEY: 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?

(suspenseful music)

(door opens)

Rob Palmer?

(sighs)

(relaxing classical music playing)

(phone buzzes)

Hi, Mum, hi.

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

You?

Sure, yeah.

(classical music intensifies)

(door squeaks)

(door squeaks quietly)

(ominous music)

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

Well, say what you're gonna say.

Come on.

(Adrian scoffs)

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.

(threatening music)

(office chatter)

(keys jangle)

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. - DS HAVERS: Hmm?

He said he was Augustus.

Who?

DI LYNLEY: 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.

(dramatic music)

DS HAVERS: 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.

(treacherous music)

DS HAVERS: Easy enough to tamper with.

Where's the bottle now?

There were shards of glass out by the sea wall.

- (bottle shatters) - 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.

DS HAVERS: And who was she, professor?

Mrs. Brouard? We need to talk to you.

We're police officers.

Where's the boy?

(soft music)

Where's Paul?

DI LYNLEY: Well, we're holding him.

(sighs)

He was supplying you with illegal drugs.

I don't have much time.

DS HAVERS: 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.

(suspicious music)

We need you to tell us exactly what happened.

Someone... went into the garden

and spiked your husband's wine bottle.

MRS. BROUARD: 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.

(gate squeaks noisily)

- (sinister music) - (Mrs. Brouard struggling)

DI LYNLEY: 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?

(scoffs)

- (wind whistling) - (grass rustling)

(dramatic music)

(trowel scraping)

(sieve rattling)

(suspenseful music)

(vacuum cleaner whirring)

Morning.

DS HAVERS: Morning.

I spoke to Maia.

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

- Hair analysis. - (suspenseful music)

Evidence of other drugs in the system.

- Morphine, diazepam... - (keys jangling)

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?

- (dramatic music) - (birds singing)

So, what are we missing, then?

Well, there's something.

Something passed us by.

We need to go back to basics, Havers.

(mysterious music)

Start again from scratch.

Okay, well, what about this collection of his?

What about it?

Well, you said he modelled 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.

- (thud) - (dramatic music)

- DS HAVERS: That's 27. - DI LYNLEY: Mm-hmm.

DS HAVERS: Okay, 28, statue of an aristocratic Roman boy.

I guess that's him.

29, early 20th century naked woman bathing.

DI LYNLEY: Yeah, here.

DS HAVERS: 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.

DS HAVERS: 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?

(pottery clanking)

(dramatic music)

(keys clacking)

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.

(sighs) 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.

(sinister music)

So, you broke it?

That's an expensive fit of anger.

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

He was at first, but...

then he seemed to forget about it.

(loud shattering)

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.

(dramatic music)

(traffic humming)

(door bell rings)

Inspector. What's going on?

DI LYNLEY: Can we take a look around?

We need to see inside.

(scoffs) 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?

(door squeaks open)

(high tempo music)

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?

- (wind blowing) - (grass rustling)

(door opens)

You weren't honest with us, Sofia.

What?

DI LYNLEY: Oh, we've done our homework.

We went to Cambridge.

Saw your studio.

China, isn't that what he called you?

Creating fake masterpieces.

(tense music)

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 spiralled 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?

SOFIA: (laughs)

DI LYNLEY: 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.

DS HAVERS: 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.

- (whacking) - Argh!

Mr. Brouard: Argh!

SOFIA: When I came to Salcott, I was someone else.

(grunts)

(distant splash)

My tutors, they said I had a great future.

This island, it's...

it's destroyed me.

(begins to sob)

It's time for us to go, Sofia.

No.

(sinister music)

Sofia.

Sofia, it's time to go.

(dark music)

Sofia?

(high tempo music)

- Hey, hey... - DS HAVERS: 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.

(Sofia sobs)

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

What the hell does any of that matter now?

- DS HAVERS: 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.

(high tempo music continues)

- You gotta be strong. - (Sofia whimpers)

DA HAVERS: Look at me.

It's alright.

DI LYNLEY: Hey, hey, hey.

I got it.

Keep it pressed down.

- (panicking, crying) - DS HAVERS: Sofia, it's okay.

- DI LYNLEY: Ah! - (high tempo music crescendo)

(explosion)

DS HAVERS: Oh!

(dramatic music)

(plastic sheeting rustles)

(gentle music)

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

Right.

(rustling)

(birds singing)

(workmen chattering)

VALERIE: 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.

(poignant music)

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.

(melancholic music)

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

Hmm.

(dramatic music)

(keys jangle)

(engine roars to life)

(dramatic closing music)