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Margaret Portis seemed
to think that you didn't get on.

Is that right?

Mixing with people like that,

it's upsetting
the congregation.

But how did he convince the
gallery owner they were genuine?

Because they were.

The secateurs.
Where are they?

That's where we're gonna find
the killer, Daniel.

In your congregation.

I'm sure you told them
about seeing Anthony

the night
before he died.

Anthony Bowness was a pain,

on and on about his bloody
"Champton at War" stuff.

Ned, please.

I'm sorry.

When do you think
they'll be finished?

Should be back to normal
by tonight.

You know, that bit's easy.
The mess you can see.

It's the mess you can't.
That's the problem.

I'm going back to the rectory.

Breakfast?

Just a quick coffee.

What?

Oh.

How generous.
You really shouldn't have.

Nonsense.

I know a trencherman
when I see one.

My mother believes in
three square meals a day.

- Nothing wrong with that.
- On the same plate?

You're very kind.
Thank you, Mrs. Clement.

Oh, and please,
do call me Audrey.

Okay.

I made you some toast.

- No time.
- Not even for a few minutes?

No, sorry. I, uh...
I'll see you later.

Ned...

I really am sorry.
- I know.

You know I couldn't tell you
about Anthony.

You understand that,
don't you?

Look, you've explained it all,
and I really have to go, okay?

Just...

Just tell me
nothing's broken.

Nothing that can't be fixed.

You know,
if the gallery owner's right,

then something happened
to Anthony six months ago

which meant
he suddenly needed more money.

It's the bacon she likes.

Right.

You know, there is someone

who might know what happened
to Anthony.

I'm pretty sure he didn't
forge the paintings himself.

He must have had a partner.

Find them, and we might find out
what happened.

Should get to Roddenham
in about two hours.

You know, this might be
a colossal waste of time.

Roddenham's where I was born.

And what do you expect
to find?

Something. Anything.

I don't suppose
anything's jumped out

of Anthony's notebook?

No, not really.

It's not like a code
you can crack.

It's just a mixture
of sketches,

sort of shorthand,
and inconsistent abbreviations.

Thank you again
for breakfast.

It was delicious.

Oh, lovely to be
appreciated.

I'd quite forgotten
what it was like.

Oh, remind me--

You saw Stella Harper
the night of murder, didn't you?

That's right.
On a bike.

She couldn't get away from me
fast enough.

- Why?
- No real reason.

Only she didn't mention it
when I spoke to her.

Well,
she probably just forgot.

Yeah, maybe. See ya.

- That's ridiculous.
- Absolutely.

I didn't mention Daniel

because it didn't
seem important.

And you should absolutely try
telling the police that.

It's just a shame, that's all.

What do you mean?

Well, that you look so...
well, guilty.

And the thing is,
Neil's not one to let it slide.

Like a dog with a bone,
that one.

Neil?

Oh, I'm sorry.
Detective Sergeant Vanloo.

We were discussing the case
this morning over breakfast.

Breakfast?

Yeah. We've built up
quite the rapport.

The thing is,
leaving out seeing Daniel

raises the question of what else
you left out.

- But--
- And the next thing you know,

the police will be here
wanting an interview,

maybe even dragging you in
in full view of everyone,

doing that thing
so you don't bang your head

as you get in the car.

On the other hand,
you could tell me everything,

anything you might have
missed out,

and I'm sure I could
clear it all up for you

the next time
I see DS Vanloo.

Neil.

It wasn't just Daniel I saw.

Stella saw Edgy
the night of the murder.

- Edgy?
- He was hanging around
the graveyard, apparently.

Really?

Stella says that
he stepped out of the bushes

just as she cycled past.

Scared her stupid,
she says.

Anyway,
that's why when you saw her

she was in such a hurry
to get home.

- Edgy was at the church?
- Lurking with intent.

You don't know that.

Why else would you lurk?

I mean,
no one says that he was lurking.

Except you.

What's known is that he was
at the scene of the crime

about the same time
as the murder was committed.

We know
he's handy with a knife,

and he'd rowed with Anthony
earlier in the day.

Means, motive,
and the other one.

Opportunity.

Solves itself, doesn't it?

You're welcome, by the way.

Edgy?

You got a moment?

- Yeah, I was there.
- Why?

You know, I don't
have to tell you anything.

Of course you don't.

Perhaps you'd prefer
to talk to the police.

All right.

I was there
because he pissed me off.

Wanted me to put all
this stuff away

from his World War II thing.

Like I worked for him.
I told him I was busy.

How did he react?

Well,
he started yelling at me.

That I should
show some respect.

Know my place.
That sort of thing.

And then?

Well, I just walked away.
I had better things to do.

Not to speak ill of the dead
or nothing,

but he really was
quite a twat.

What happened after that?

It was the end
of the open day, and...

I'd had a beer or two.

Like, not drunk or nothing,
but you know.

And I was on my way home, and I
seen him coming out of the pub,

going to the church,
so I thought I'd follow him.

I don't know, maybe spook him up
a bit or something.

Like I said,
I'd been drinking.

Did you?

Spook him?

He didn't see me.

He was more interested
in the gravestones,

which was a bit weird.

Anyway, I thought to myself,
sure, I could--

I could scare the shit
out of him.

But what would be the point?

He'd still be a twat
in the morning

and I'd probably get sacked.

So I went home.

Okay.

Any particular gravestone?

Not that I could see.

Old ones, though.

Overgrown like.

Is that it, Reverend?

I best get back.

Of course.
Thank you, Edgy.

What did he want?

Someone's been shooting
their mouth off.

Daniel.

Bernard.
Getting some exercise?

God forbid.

No, no, I've just, um--
I've come from the tennis court.

They're resurfacing it
at the moment,

so the, um,
children of primary school

have somewhere to--
somewhere to play.

I'm sure they're
very grateful.

Oh, well, let's hope so.

I can't imagine why, though.
I hate tennis. Always have.

But, um, no, we've let the--

we've let the children play
there for years.

A sort of de Floures
family tradition.

Oh, this place, though.
Bloody money pit.

I know the feeling.

Mind you, if you do have
a spare 5,000 knocking around,

the church roof
needs repairing.

Well, I'll check
my other trousers.

So, look, I, um--
I gather the church is open.
Is that true?

- Yes.
I'll be taking evensong later.
- Oh, great.

Um, does that mean we could
talk about Anthony's funeral?
- By all means--

It's just I've got a couple
of ideas I'd really like
to run by you.

Well, it's just
rather up to the police.

Oh, right. Yes.
Yes, of course.

Oh, sorry.
Rather getting ahead of myself.

Look, why don't I check with
DS Vanloo, get back to you?

Would you? Thank you.
That'd be, uh...

Thanks.

Sorry, darling. This, uh--
this really isn't a good time.

I'm completely snowed under.

You know, if you'd have rung,
I would have said...

What is it?

I found the remains
of the pictures you burnt too.

You were spying on us.
- Oh, come on.

Following me.
Months and months.

You knew...
- What else was I supposed to
think, Jane?

...and you pretended
like I was the guilty one.

Hushed phone calls?
Secret meetings?

All this time following me
with your-- your little camera

like I'm some
bloody news story!

- You lied to me, Jane!
- I had an excuse!

What was yours?

Look, do we really
have to do this?
This isn't the right time.

This is exactly
the right time.

- Jane...
- Don't.

You know...

there were things from
that evening when Anthony died.

I mean, I had a migraine, remember?

I went to bed, and when I got up
to get a drink of water,

you weren't there.

Well, then, I was probably
in the darkroom.

No.

No, no,
you weren't in the darkroom.

Well, then I was
probably in the garden.

No, you weren't
in the garden either!

I looked around the house...

and you weren't there.

Where were you, Ned?

- I think you should leave.
- Just tell me where you were!

Get out! Now!

"The five towers."

The dogs need walking.

And you can't because...?

I don't do dogs.

So you're gonna do nothing?
- About?

- Edgy being the killer.
- Well, I'm not sure
that he is.

- You think he just went home?
- It doesn't matter what I think.

Canon Clement.

Yes, sorry, James.
Go on.

What's up?

Prison just called the house.

It's about your mum.

She's died, Nathan.

I took the Land Rover out
this morning.

That gearbox is
on its last legs.

What have you done to it?
The whole thing needs stripping.

What is it?

That was, uh, James Hascombe,

the chaplain
at St. Christopher's Hospital.

Where you were photographed
with the...

The AIDS patients, Yes.

His permission to officiate
has been revoked by the bishop.

It means that he can
no longer perform his duties.

He's...

He's out.

Why?

He doesn't have to
give a reason,

But it's not hard
to join the dots.

There's gonna be a demonstration
outside the hospital later.

- Which you're going to?
- Of course.

It's the right thing to do.

The prison said
she just... just stopped caring.

Not about anything.

I'm sorry.

The last time I saw her,

I tried telling her
the things I'd done.

You know, to cheer her up.

But she just cried.

At the end, when they said
we had to leave...

...I asked her what I could do
to make her feel better.

She said...

..."Don't come back."

The "old ones."

Come on, you two.

Nathaniel Tower.

His wife, Mary,
and their three children.

The five Towers.

Reverend?

It's not what it looks like.

I'm an alcoholic.

And I was Anthony's sponsor.

At AA?

He joined
soon after he arrived here.

I think he really wanted to,
you know, change.

I was two years sober,
and I was happy to help.

The trouble was
he saw me as some sort of...

It happens sometimes.
Uh...

You help someone, they--
they get their lives back.

They're grateful,
and they think you're...

like you're their savior,

and they confuse those feelings,
and, uh...

He fell in love with you.

Yeah.

Well, I tried
to tell Anthony it wasn't real,

but he wouldn't listen.

Did Ned know about this?

No, not at the beginning.

Then Anthony started
calling at all hours, uh,

leaving messages,
even following me.

So I had to tell Ned
what had happened.

I couldn't keep it
a secret anymore.

Well, how did he react?

Well, he understood.

At least I...
I thought he did,

But he didn't want me

to have anything more
to do with Anthony,

which is how I felt,
to be honest.

So I told Anthony
he needed to find a new sponsor.

- Did he?
- No.

Instead he stopped coming
to meetings.

I was afraid for him
that he might go and...

After all that effort.

So I started
helping him again.

We'd meet.

Secretly.

But Ned didn't know?

No.
No, I didn't dare.

And bloody Stella,

she-- she said she saw
me and Anthony together,

and it was in front of Ned
and...

So helpful.

Oh, I mean, she knew what
she was doing, didn't she?

I'm scared.

I'm afraid he thought
I was having an affair

and that...

What?

Well, the night
Anthony was killed, um...

...Ned wasn't at home.

And I don't know what to do.

I think you do.

Mrs. Thwaite.
What can I do for you?

It's about my husband.

You're not wearing that.

Of course I am.

You're going to
a demonstration wearing that?

- Why wouldn't I?
- Because you'll be seen.

Isn't that the general idea?

Don't be obtuse.
It's unbecoming.

Look, if you have to go,

just keep a safe distance
from the action.

And how far would that be, exactly?

How do you feel
about Kidderminster?

See you later.

Yeah, yeah.
No, I think that should be fine.

We can make that work.

Sorry. I'm, uh--
I'm gonna have to call you back.

Mr. Thwaite.

Can we have a word?

AIDS isn't
prejudiced, the Church is!

Fight AIDS, not gays!

AIDS isn't prejudiced,
the Church is!

Fight AIDS, not gays!

AIDS isn't prejudiced,
the Church is!

Fight AIDS, not gays!

AIDS isn't prejudiced,
the Church is!

Fight AIDS, not gays!

AIDS isn't prejudiced,
the Church is!

Fight AIDS, not gays!

AIDS isn't prejudiced...

So, I've booked the two of you

on the overnight train
from Calais to Aix-en-Provence.

Very good.

And can you arrange
the hire car in Aix?

They say it's the best way
to get around.

Of course. If I could just get
your driving license.

Now?

Well, I need the number
for the hire car.

Oh, I didn't realize.
It's at home.

Could I use your phone?

Um...

Thank you.

Ah!

Ow!

Probably in the garden.

We printed these from
the negatives your wife found.

Did you take these pictures?

Yes.

Why did you burn
the originals?

I'm here outside
St. Christopher's Hospital,

where a protest
is taking place

following the recent sacking
of Chaplain James Hascombe.

Get out of the way.

...his work
amongst AIDS patients.

Hey!
Move, you poofters!

Yeah, you heard me.
- Have you got a problem?

We've got as much right
to be here as--

take your bloody hands off!

Aah!

Please.
This is really unnecessary.

I wasn't even doing anything.

Get!

Where were you the evening
Anthony Bowness was killed?

I was out walking.

Did anyone see you?

Not that I know of.

Look, I'd been in the darkroom
developing the pictures

that I'd taken
at the open day.

But I needed some air,
so I went for a walk.

Pictures like this, hmm?

So we know you thought
your wife was having an affair.

We know you'd spent some time
gathering, as you saw it, proof.

A photographic record
of her infidelity with a man

you've already admitted
you didn't like,

who you thought was arrogant, entitled.

No. That's not--

I'm thinking how angry, how
resentful you must have been.

And then you develop
this picture of them both

together in plain sight.

I'm wondering
how much that hurt.

Oh, no.

You believed
Anthony Bowness

was having
an affair with your wife.

And you can't account
for your whereabouts

at the time
of Mr. Bowness' death.

So I'm asking myself
if you confronted him...
- No.

- And in
the heat of the moment...
- No.

And afterwards
you burnt the pictures

so you could feign ignorance
of your wife's friendship!

Because if you didn't know,
you couldn't have a motive.

No.

Look, you're right.

I didn't like him.

And I was angry, and I
needed to get out of the house.

And if I had met him, then who
knows what I would have done?

But I didn't.

Once they're signed in,
put them in holding

while they're being processed.

That'll shut 'em up.

Even the vicar?

Especially the vicar.

What are you doing here?

It's a long story.

She, um...

She turned me in.

They think I might have killed
Anthony because she...

Jane didn't do it lightly, Ned.
Believe me.

- What?
- Try to see it from--

Wait. You knew?

It's a bloody conspiracy.

Oh!

Oh, Dora!

Finally.

Oh. Uh... don't move.

Is that a joke?

I'll be right down.
Oh, Dora.

Oh, no. Look at this.
Oh, no!

Oh, Dora!

Hello.
It's the Champton One.

Very funny.

Heh.

Cheers.

Now, quick.

I'll create a distraction,

and you can climb
out the window in the gents.

You're enjoying this,
aren't you?

Actually, I'm here
to say you're free to go.

You're just getting a caution.
- Really?

A slap on the wrist.

Next time you won't get off
so lightly.

What makes you think
there'll be a next time?

Come on.

Saw Ned Thwaite earlier,
when I was being booked.

- Yeah.
- And?

Well, he stuck to his story,

even though he hasn't got
an alibi

and definitely had a motive.

At least he thought
he had one.

I had to let him go.

I've got no proof.

There's no physical evidence,

and I can't place him
at the scene.

But you still suspect him?

Right now,
yeah, I think I do.

Right.

Come on, Al Capone.

I'll buy you a drink.

Thanks.

So, do you maybe
want to tell me

what the hell you were thinking?

You'll have ruffled
a lot of feathers.

- I know.
- Including your letter writer.

Any word from the lab?

Sorry.

Whoever it is
is still out there,

and we're no closer
to knowing who they are.

Well, between them
and the bishop,

it'll be a race to see who
can stick the knife in first.

Oh, um, Bernard was asking me
about Anthony's funeral.

He'll have to wait,
I'm afraid.

I can't release the body while
the investigation is ongoing.

- He won't like that.
- Yeah, well...

Did you know
that Edgy was at the church

the night Anthony died?

No, I didn't.

I still think
I should call a doctor.

It's just a sprain.
Last thing I want.

Just let him take a look.

No!
No doctors.

That's right, because they
don't know anything, do they?

- That's not what I meant.
- What were you thinking?

I told you to rest.

All I did was run a bath.

I thought it would
make me feel better.

But what if you'd felt worse,
needed help?

You could have drowned.
- Well, I didn't.

No, you left it running
to answer the phone.

Because you were ringing.

Oh, don't blame me for this.
Look at it.

The carpets, the woodwork,
the electrics.

Which the insurance
will cover.

I'm sorry.

It was a stupid thing
to do.

You scared me.

I know.

Sorry, so Anthony's gonna have
to just stay like that until...

- I'm sorry.
- Do you know how it's going?

I'm not sure.

It just seems you're
very tight with this detective.

Does this chap have
any theories, suspects?

You can't ask him that, Pa.

Besides, even if he knew,
he couldn't tell us.

That's right, isn't it?

- It's not really my place.
- Why not?

Does the man think
we're all suspects?

Anyway,
I just wanted you to know.

Right. Thank you.

Why don't I show you out.

It really is very good.

If you say so.
Not my sort of thing.

Something funny?

No, actually.

Not really.

♪ You left,
taking your only possession ♪

♪ Your culture ♪

♪ To enter a world
known for hacklings ♪

♪ In abundance, yeah ♪

Reverend.
What can I do for you?

Well, let's start with you
forging your father's paintings,

and we'll go from there,
shall we?

Anthony always fancied himself
as a bit of an expert.

And mostly
what he came up with

was "Look and Learn"-level
bollocks.

Anyway, he was whanging on
one day

about the Impressionists,

showing off his knowledge
about their technique,

or trying to.

And I said, "It's not so hard
if you know what you're doing."

He said, "You art students.

You don't know what
you're talking about."

So I copied one
of Monet's "Water Lilies."

It was pretty good.

Good enough to shut him up,
at any rate.

And I thought that was that
until a few days later.

He came in here all excited,

wanting to know
if I can copy anything.

And you can?

Pretty much.

I mean,
I couldn't trick an expert,

but Anthony said
that didn't matter.

He had a plan, see?

The only person
I had to trick--

Was your father.

Yeah.

So what happened?

So the first one we did,
uh, a "Rouen,"

sold really quickly.

And it felt kind of good
replacing the original

with something I'd done
and getting away with it.

But it wasn't just one.

If only.

We did another
and then another.

And I liked getting
the extra dosh,

but after a while
it all got a bit... boring.

So I started
doing little things.

Just to keep it interesting.

It was funny,
all this art on the wall

and no one looking
at any of it.

Like putting a Walkman
into a Parisian street scene.

I'm sorry
it was a wasted journey.

I had to go.

If only to prove to myself
it was a dead end.

What now?

There's no records,
no leads, nothing.

Forget the needle,
I can't even find the haystack.

The only thing
I did find out,

there's a big house
at Roddenham.

Used to be owned by a cousin
of the old Lord de Floures.

Really?

I was asking around, you know,

just in case anyone remembered a
local girl getting into trouble.

Got chatting to this old lady

who'd worked there
before the war.

Seems he had quite
a good system.

If any of the staff
got pregnant at Roddenham,

they'd cart them off down here

where she could safely have
the baby without anyone knowing.

Maybe that's what happened
with you.

How do you mean?

Well,
what if it worked both ways?

If girls went from Roddenham
to here,

then why not in
the other direction?

You mean my mum could
have been originally from here

and went to the Roddenham estate
to have me?

I mean, it's a possibility,
isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah.

The gallery owner said
that Anthony

suddenly needed money
about six months ago.

Do you know why?

All I know is he wanted
to sell even more paintings.

I told him he'd have to wait,

I wasn't
a bloody miracle worker.

I bet he didn't like that.

Yeah, but there wasn't a
whole lot he could do about it.

Didn't stop him from pushing, mind.

Even when Pa found out.

He told me at the open day.

To be honest, I was relieved.

I thought that would
definitely be the end of it.

But it wasn't?

He told me Pa
wasn't going to do anything.

We might have to wait a bit,

but then we'd just pick up
where we left off

like nothing had happened.

I told him again
to find someone else, but he...

he said Pa didn't know
I was involved.

He said if I didn't carry on,
he'd tell him about me.

Sounds a lot like blackmail.

Yeah.

And that's what you were
arguing about at the open day?

So... what now?

Well, the police
should be told.

Why?

You have a motive, Alex.

Wait a minute.
You can't possibly think--

Uh, what do you mean,
he has a motive?

You just know
he's gonna go back

and tell the cops everything,
don't you?

They'll ask you
where you were.

You'll have to tell them.

No.

Alex.

No.

Jesus.

Alex.

Jane?

Jane?

What have you done?

Blustery old evening,
isn't it?

It is, isn't it?

I had a visit
from the reverend today.

We had a nice chat.

- Oh, yes?
- Yeah.

About how you said
you saw me in the graveyard

the night of the murder.

You shouldn't have done that.

Well, I don't see why not.

If you've done nothing wrong,
you've got nothing to hide.

No, no, no.

You see, what I do,

where I go,
that's my business.

And you need
to keep out of it.

- If you think for a moment
you can threaten me.
- Shh. Shh.

Now, I've asked you once.
Nicely.

Don't make me ask you again.

The demonstration
started quietly enough,

but things soon
got out of hand.

Scuffles broke out between
protesters and the crowd

until the police were forced
to intervene.

They made several arrests,
detaining the ringleaders

and some of
the worst troublemakers,

including a local vicar,
Canon Daniel Clement,

whose parish
is in nearby Champ--

Don't start.

I'm not saying anything.

Good.

I mean, I could say
you didn't need to be a genius

to see this was
all going to end in tears,

that even as we speak,

Bishop Creggan
is doubtless deciding

how best to rid himself
of yet another turbulent priest.

I could say I told you so.

Then again, I'm not the type.

Came to say goodbye.

I wanted you
to hear it from me.

Because you're going to need
another organist, I'm afraid.

I'm going to stay
with my sister in Leeds.

Well, how long for?

I don't know.

I don't know
if I'll come back.

I don't even know
if I have a marriage anymore.

Have you spoken to Ned?

Shouldn't he at least
be given the chance

to tell his side of the story?

Not if he's a murderer.

You know,
I don't really think

that you came here
to tell me to my face

that I was losing
my organist.

You could have
easily phoned.

I think you came here
looking for someone

to tell you you're doing
the right thing.

Well?

Am I?

Only you can decide.

But the police haven't
charged Ned with anything.

And they may never.

He still lied to me.

As you did to him.

Right now he is all alone

with the police
breathing down his neck.

And the one person
in the world

that he wants
in his corner has...

Abandoned him.

What more do you think
I should do?

I think that if you decide

that you want to try
and save your marriage,

it'll be a lot harder
to do it from your sister's.

Do you still love him?

Hi. We're not in.

Please leave a message
after the tone.

It's me.

Listen, I'm sorry about
everything that's happened.

Remember how we used to be?

We were a team.

I want us
to be like that again.

So can we just...

Can we just
sit down and talk?

'Cause I don't believe
you could have done

something like that,

and I am not going to throw
away 15 years without a fight.

But mostly...

it's because I love you, Ned.