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Somehow all of this-- the war, the Scallywags,

the Free French, Kerling--

they're the reason why Anthony and Ned were murdered.

I get the chance to-- to show shunned and forgotten souls

that they are loved,

even when they don't love themselves.

Bob Monkhouse is one of my favorites.

But not yours? My son is a cultural snob.

That's us.

Is that you riding the horse?

Yeah. I used to ride all the time.

Anthony Bowness wasn't killed with a hunting knife.

He's covering for someone.

For his grandson.

If I go to the police, they'll ask questions.

Your father died in the war,

but your mum is very much alive.

Registrars, Inc.

Now all we have to do is find out who else uses it.

When I showed Neil, he said it was a waste of time.

What do you think?

That there's something down there I've missed.

Oh, no.

Sorry, ladies.

Excuse me. Sorry. Thank you.

Stella?

I found her-- dead as a dodo.

But why are you here?

Because Stella was the one writing the letters.

I worked it out using your water trick.

And then I called Mrs. Braines to confirm it.

She got Stella that registrar's ink, too.

So I came over here to have a few words.

Too late.

What, had she been murdered?

Not that I could see. No gaping wounds,

if that's what you mean.

I did find out something, though.

Stella was also the one

who complained about you to the bishop.

I found a draft of her letter on the side.

She had quite the turn of phrase.

Didn't have you down as one of the rubberneck brigade.

Well, given that Stella was the one threatening me,

which my mother uncovered...

When no one else did.

Yes, you've already mentioned that.

I'd say that makes me more than a rubbernecker,

wouldn't you?

We were wondering if Stella is the latest victim.

Doesn't look like it. Heart attack, apparently.

You should go home and leave the police to do their job.

Heart attack? Codswallop.

Stella was fit as a fiddle.

That's what the police said it was.

Because that's what they want us to believe.

So there's no panic.

Because, you know,

the murderer could be anywhere.

- Ladies. -Hello.

Awful news about Stella.

Oh, yes. Really shocking.

So unexpected.

Exactly.

And this ID was on the body?

Mm.

So I went back to Ned Thwaites' file on Kerling.

Somewhere in here is the reason why Ned was killed.

What's this?

Oh, that I do know.

That was how the observers delivered their reports.

No. Lost me.

I found it in here.

It's the book Anthony was writing--

about Champton at war.

See, in the early years of the war,

the home defense scheme had two concerns.

One, the Germans would parachute in small groups of soldiers

to hit key targets and pave the way for an invasion.

And two, the ever-present danger of German spies.

So, er, a network of observers was created,

made up of civilians

who could move around without attracting attention. From the village?

That's right.

They were called the Special Duties Branch,

and they would make a note of anything unusual.

I mean, imagine-- all over the country webs of observers

and at the center,

secret radio stations transmitting

their findings to HQ.

Now, the observers would conceal their reports in a tennis ball,

and then leave it at one of several

secret drop points in the area.

And when the threat of invasion

receded, the network kept going

because the threat of spies never went away.

But they weren't much good then,

if they missed Kerling, were they?

What if they didn't?

And what if someone, an observer, say,

had rumbled Kerling?

But instead of just filing a report,

they decided to do something about it.

What about Neil?

What about him? You are going to tell him about the dead body,

'cause it's the sort of thing he finds interesting.

- When I'm ready. - Daniel.

Well, the thing is, he was right, Mother.

I need more than just what ifs. And he's made it perfectly clear

that if he's to take any of this seriously,

I need something or someone

that links whatever happened 40 years ago

to what's going on now.

Right. You can go.

What?

You heard.

What happened?

Finally decided I was telling the truth?

Alex de Floures gave you an alibi.

Don't leave the area.

Are you okay? You told him?

Yes.

What, everything?

Well-- I had to.

They haven't charged you, have they?

'Cause they haven't got anything.

It's over.

You haven't got a clue, have ya?

Let's get a forensic team to look at this shepherd's hut.

If those two were there, they'll have left traces.

Evidence.

Are you still seeing that fella at the lab?

On and off.

See if he can call in a favor.

I want a tox report on Stella Harper as soon as possible.

I thought it was natural causes.

Yeah, well, I'm not buying it.

Two murders and a sudden heart attack?

Doesn't really pass the smell test, does it?

The bunker has to be the key.

Because the killer knew it was there.

But they knew about the radio room, too.

I'm missing something.

Anthony Bowness was thorough. I'll give him that.

He went all over, interviewing all kinds of people.

Here's one with a retired school mistress

who was a radio operator.

She died last year.

Here's a bloke who hid stuff in his chicken hut.

And an old doctor over in Badsaddle, who's also dead.

Now, he's awfully chatty for someone

who was sworn to secrecy.

He says, "There were lots of us dotted about, all sorts.

There was even one boy over Champton way

who went around delivering his messages on his horse,

because no one would think twice about some brat

on a horse, would they?"

Oh, Lord.

It's Bernard.

So you could convert the stables to the tea room

and the gift shop could go there. Pa.

What sort of gifts? What is it?

Jams, pickles. Anything in a jar.

I need to tell you something.

And it's better you hear it from me.

Well, can't it wait? You can see that I'm busy.

- Pickles? - Not really.

Nathan was released this morning. So?

And who's going to be paying for all this?

They let him go because I gave him an alibi.

I-I wasn't sure at first what the best thing to do was,

but I talked to Daniel.

And... You talked to Daniel?

So last night, I went to the police station.

I'm pretty sure I've done the right thing.

Forgive me, Alexander, for not entirely understanding.

You're telling me you lied to the police?

No. It's the truth.

I was with him most of the night.

We were together.

Alone.

Canon Clement is here to see you.

Right.

Pa-- do you want to talk about it?

No, I don't think that'll be necessary.

Hey.

Come here.

Daniel.

What can I do for you?

During the war,

were you an observer for the Special Duties Branch?

I remembered the photo of you and Anthony as kids,

and you were riding a horse.

Yeah. So did lots of people around here.

Yes, but in the picture you've got a tennis ball.

You hate tennis.

Ah. Aren't you the clever one?

Hmm.

I was recruited. 1943.

We were given a bunch of things to memorize--

vehicles, German insignia, stuff like that.

My job was to keep my ears and eyes

open and, you know, report anything unusual.

And you didn't think to mention any of this

to Anthony or anyone? No.

Well, I was bound by the Official Secrets Act.

And for what it's worth, Daniel, I still am.

Did you know Philip Kerling?

No. Not really. I mean, I knew him by sight.

I'd see him most days,

either up at the house or over in the stables

where the offices were.

Anywhere else?

Oh, for God's sake, Daniel, come on.

It was over 40 years ago. No, no, I don't remember.

This is a copy of the statement

that you made to police after Kerling disappeared in 1944.

Where'd you get this?

It was in Ned Thwaites' research.

In it, you say that you saw Kerling the night of the plane crash,

that he was near the aircraft several hours before it took off.

Well, if you say so.

Well, was that unusual?

What, that he was there?

I don't know, maybe.

Kerling was top brass.

Planning. So, yes, he was normally tied to his desk.

Would you have included it in your daily report?

I expect so, yes.

I put in anything that was slightly unusual,

let the others decide it was important or not.

I think we're done now here, Daniel, don't you?

What do you think happened to Kerling?

You know, Daniel, perhaps you should concentrate

on things that concern you.

Keep your nose out of other people's business,

including my family.

What are you talking about? Alexander told me.

He told me what he'd done, and he told me--

He told me what he is and that he talked to you about it.

Stay away.

You probably know I let Nathan go this morning.

I heard. Which means I have no further leads.

Which means I'm as close today to solving this case

as I was the night we met,

when you rather bizarrely complimented me

on the pencil I was using.

The Pentel P205.

Right, the Pentel. Yeah.

Actually, I was quite impressed.

Well, never underestimate the ice-breaking power of stationery.

So, I'm sorry.

I was wrong.

I think the bunker and the whole World War II thing

is worth exploring.

That's great, because--

So I've arranged for a forensic team

to come first thing tomorrow.

I want to go over every inch.

Right.

It's a long shot, but right now, it's the best I've got.

Where will you go?

I've got a cousin down in Taunton.

Maybe I can get a job at his scrapyard.

You're being ridiculous.

Am I?

Well, what about the police?

Yeah. Gotta catch me first.

Please, Nathan, don't do this.

You can't go. Can't stay here, can I?

What will I do?

You're stronger than you think.

I think I know how to link Kerling's body to the murders.

From the start,

this has all been about the murderer keeping the bunker

and Kerling a secret.

And right now, they don't know that I've found either.

Which gives me an advantage.

In what way?

They think they're safe.

And as long as they think that, I can flush them out.

How?

By giving them a good reason to move the body.

But it has to be tonight.

Why?

Well, I was going to tell Neil everything.

And then he said he was going to turn the bunker

into a crime scene.

But when he does that,

the murderer will know that it's been found

and we'll lose whatever advantage we've got.

So you're going to lure the killer out into the open?

And it all starts with an announcement at Evensong.

Anthony Bowness. Ned Thwaite. And now Stella Harper.

Friends who've been taken from us so tragically.

This has been a difficult time for us all,

and I'm sure it's taken its toll.

So I look forward to the Champton at War celebration tomorrow

and being reminded of the importance

of friendship and community

and the strength that comes from that.

Also, some good news.

Our refurbishment plans have been agreed,

which include the new toilet,

and work will begin tomorrow

with the temporary removal of the font

to accommodate the plumbing.

It'll only be for a few days

and I'm hoping it won't have too big of an impact.

Bishop.

Didn't know you were coming.

That's because I didn't tell you.

I've thought a lot about what you said yesterday.

And I must say, I was impressed.

Very erudite and passionate.

We can always use passion,

provided it's channeled the right way, obviously.

Obviously.

So. I've decided

Not to pursue this matter any further.

Thank you.

You clearly wish to make a difference.

Well, I try.

Indeed you do.

To that end...

here are a dozen or so committees

that I think you should be on.

Doing good work across the whole diocese.

I see.

This is a wonderful opportunity.

It's also a greater responsibility.

It will necessitate longer hours, of course,

less time for other pursuits.

But if you want to make a difference...

Well.

When you put it like that, what choice do I have?

None.

♪ Somewhere else, someone else is crying too ♪

Alexander. Can I come in?

♪ I bet he feels the way I do ♪

You don't have to worry, you know.

Nathan and me are finished.

So-- you're okay.

There's no danger of me embarrassing you.

Ah. No more than I do already.

♪ Come rushing back to me ♪

♪ As I watch the sun go down ♪

Actually, I was wondering if you still had that painting

you did of Anthony.

Er-- yeah.

It's here somewhere.

Right.

Yes, I-I thought I might hang it in my study.

♪ I'd remember how we'd march ♪

Right. Well, er...

It'll need to be varnished.

- Yes. Right. - Erm...

And that's-- that's something you can do?

Of course.

Splendid.

Pa, I--

♪ A battle I have found ♪

♪ And all the dreams we had, I will carry on ♪

♪ As I watch the sun go down, watching the world fade away ♪

♪ All the memories of you come rushing back to me ♪

Right then.

♪ As I watch the sun go down ♪

♪ Watching the world fade away ♪

♪ All I want to do ♪

♪ Is kiss you once goodbye ♪

Have you seen my Rennies?

- Indigestion? - Stress.

I blame you.

To be honest, I never did like him much.

I'm sorry.

You gotta watch ones like Creggan.

"One may smile and smile, and be a villain."

Macbeth knew what he was talking about.

Hamlet. Whatever.

I knew it was foreign royalty.

Ah!

Mm! I should go soon.

Do you really think they'll come?

I'm counting on it.

Well, be careful, won't you?

I had a feeling it would be you.

Why don't we start at the beginning?

♪ Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me ♪

♪ Anyone else but me Anyone else but me ♪

♪ No, no, no, don't sit... ♪

All alone, mademoiselle?

I'm with my sister.

Dora, the singer.

♪ 'Til you come marching home ♪

She sings beautifully.

I'll tell her.

I'm Hervé. Hervé Gauchet

Kath Sharman.

Older Kath: Hervé was the most handsome man I'd ever met.

He was from the Free French Army.

He'd escaped France after Dunkirk and joined the SOE.

After that, he'd been in and out of France several times,

helping the Resistance.

Brave man.

I was a member of the Special Duties Signals Unit.

Dora was, too.

And the only other person

who knew was Hervé.

I told him the night he showed me the mural.

He painted it for you, didn't he?

You're the woman dancing with her back to us.

How did you know?

The Abbaye Notre-Dame de Sénanque.

It's in the mural. And I remembered reading

a newspaper report about the crash, that--

Hervé came from Beaumont.

It's a little village a few miles away from the abbey.

He painted the countryside that he loved.

And it's where he's buried.

We promised each other...

♪ You'll never know just how much ♪

...after the war...

♪ I miss you ♪

...we'd live there. A new life.

♪ You'll never know ♪

I thought we were blessed.

♪ Just how much ♪

What's the old joke?

If you want to make God laugh,

tell him your plans.

A couple of months later, we got word from France

that the Germans had rounded up whole networks

of SOE and Resistance members.

They'd all been shot.

They'd been betrayed.

First, we didn't know who the traitor was.

But then, Hervé heard from someone in France

who said there was a traitor

high up in the SOE here at Champton,

and the whole operation was compromised.

Hervé decided to fly to France to meet him.

By then, I'd found out I was pregnant.

I'd tried to tell Hervé before,

but he'd been so busy, there hadn't been a chance.

I promised myself

I'd surprise him when he got back.

God bring you home to me.

In that one moment...

...my future was taken from me.

But you carry on.

There was a war to be won.

Which is how you found out about Kerling

being seen near the plane.

Bernard de Floures was one of your runners.

Did you know that?

No. I didn't.

He saw Kerling that night

and he put it in his report.

He didn't realize the significance.

But-- you did, didn't you?

I knew that Kerling had somehow sabotaged the plane

to protect himself.

He was a traitor

and a murderer,

and I was going to prove it.

I waited until I knew he'd be working late

and broke into the house where he'd been billeted.

Only he came back.

Ah, you worked it out.

That you're a traitor.

Depends whose side you're on, doesn't it?

Older Kath: The phone rang, distracting him.

I threw the desk lamp at him.

I got hold of the lamp,

and I hit him over the head.

I killed him.

I didn't know what to do.

And then you thought about this place.

It was about to be decommissioned.

The Scallywags had already been stood down.

The observer networks were being wound up.

This place would soon be abandoned

and no one would ever know.

And the theory that Kerling had fled?

It wasn't hard.

I added his name to the flight log of a mission

that flew out the night he died.

But surely they investigated his disappearance.

I wanted them to.

Because then the truth would come out.

If I'd found his radio, I knew they would.

Which they did.

And everyone believed the story

of Kerling the spy.

Because it was true.

All it took was a nudge to get them to believe he'd fled.

The years went by...

...the memories of war faded.

Eventually, it felt like those few days in 1944 were just a dream.

Until Anthony Bowness arrived.

Mm. He started digging around,

asking questions about the Scallywags.

He was convinced there was a bunker in or near the church.

I knew he was getting close...

...that if he found this place, he'd find the body...

...and I'd be sent to prison.

They'd trained us, all those years ago.

One-to-one combat.

Aah! Aah!

But it didn't end there, did it?

Ned Thwaite was doing a piece on Kerling.

"The One That Got Away."

If only.

Did he ask you about this?

It was in his file.

It's the flight log that says that Kerling flew to France

when he was actually here-- dead.

His name was typed on a different machine.

See? The L's wonky.

Don't miss a thing, do you?

Well-- neither did Ned.

It was bad enough he'd managed to find the actual flight log,

but then he noticed that it had been doctored.

He was a good journalist.

I was afraid it would only be a matter of time.

So, later-- I phoned,

told him I'd found something interesting.

I arranged to meet him.

You're very calm.

Considering.

I don't think you'll kill me.

Why not?

Because I've left detailed notes

which will send any investigation directly to you.

You know I have to turn you in, don't you?

Dora saved my life.

After Hervé, I just...

...couldn't see the point of anything.

when she was first diagnosed with cancer...

I knew it was my turn.

My chance to balance the books.

I knew if Anthony was successful,

the end of Dora's life would be ruined

by my arrest and trial.

Just when she needed me the most,

I'd be behind bars.

I couldn't let that happen, could I?

I'll do everything you want.

I'll make a full confession.

But first, let me see Dora.

Kath, I can't do that.

Please.

It's all I ask.

A few minutes to say goodbye.

♪ Break of day, they're up and away ♪

♪ Into the gray clouds flying ♪

♪ Flying forth, away to the north ♪

♪ Sound of their engines sighing ♪

Good morning.

We got the weather, didn't we?

I'm Hervé.

Enchanté.

♪ Here come the Spitfires back from patrol ♪

♪ Look up quick, the victory roll ♪

Come on, Kath.

Daniel?

DS Vanloo?

Audrey Clement.

Listen, there's something you ought to know.

Kath.

Oh!

Almost like the real thing.

Hello.

Aww...

Can I? Of course.

Oh, look at you.

Ooh!

Oh!

Kath.

Bye-bye, little one.

Come on, then.

Jesus!

Corinne.

Now!

Okay. Thank you.

Thank you.

He knows everything.

That was the lab. You were right.

Stella Harper was poisoned.

They found traces of oleander.

It's a shrub-- easily grown, apparently.

Don't tell me--

it was in the cake. No.

The tea.

So you knew, then?

Only last night.

I told her what had happened

and that I was going to move Kerling's body.

I see. Otherwise she's completely innocent.

There is one thing I'm confused about.

Well, you told me that you hit Kerling over the head

with the desk lamp.

Mm.

H-he was going to shoot me.

Only, you also said that you threw it at him

when you started to fight.

How did you manage to get hold of it again to kill him with it?

It was you, wasn't it?

Kath told me she was going to Kerling's that night.

I was worried, so I followed her.

Oh!

Two murders.

And all to protect Dora, not you.

Three.

What?

Three murders.

Stella, too?

Wasn't her fault.

Edgy threatened her.

The night Nate was killed.

Well, she rang us,

and Dora went round to make sure she was all right.

She was planning to go to the police first thing

and tell them about it.

Only-- I'd already told the police

that we were both home that night.

Stella didn't realize it, but--

if she went to the police...

...she'd ruin my alibi.

I did it for you.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Drink your tea. Before it gets cold.

We'll try the church first.

If they're not there, then the Sharmans.

It was always us against the world, wasn't it?

Yes, it was.

It's better this way.

What have you done?

One of you two stay at the gates.

Yes, sir.

Don't worry.

I made yours separately.

There's nothing you can do.

I'm glad you're here.

You're wasting your time.

It'll be over before anyone can get here.

Hello, Emergency. Which service do you require?

I can't feel my legs.

It won't take long now.

Pray for us, Daniel.

Will you?

Pray for our sins and our forgiveness.

I see.

Then stay with us, will you?

Couldn't you at least do that?

The bunker's empty. Come on.

Down there.

♪ You'll never know ♪

Oh, Listen. ♪ Just how much ♪

♪ I miss you ♪

♪ You'll never know ♪

♪ Just how much I care ♪

♪ And if I tried ♪

Into your hands, O merciful savior,

we commend your servants, Kath and Dora.

Enfold them in the arms of your mercy.

♪ You ought to know ♪

♪ For haven't I told you so ♪

♪ A million or more times ♪

♪ You went away ♪

♪ And my heart ♪

Peas in a pod.

Peas in a pod.

Police! Open up!

They're in there.

Go on.

Daniel.

Why didn't you tell me it was Kath?

Would you have believed me if I had?

I heard what happened.

You know...

Kath asked me to pray for her at the end.

But for a while I...

After Anthony was killed, I...

...stood up in front of everyone

and talked about mercy for the killer.

Even told Neil I didn't believe in retribution.

I even lectured the bishop about God's love

and how it was for everyone,

without judgment or blame.

But when it came to it, I didn't want to be merciful.

I just wanted to punish her...

the only way that I could.

But you didn't, did you?

No.

But there was a moment.

Judgment and blame was all I wanted for her.

What does that say about me?

Come on.

Sometimes I wonder if it'd be better

if the past stayed in the past.

I'm not sure that's possible.

or even desirable.

Sometimes facing up to the past is a good thing.

Even if it means pain and mess?

Yeah. Even then.

Don't tell me-- it's how we grow.

Something like that.

Growing old is compulsory.

Growing up is optional.

What?

You're not the only one who can find

an apposite quote when they need it.

No, I-- I like it.

Oscar Wilde?

Bob Monkhouse.