Original subtitles

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.

[Choir singing]

♪

♪

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.

[Dog whining]

It's the bacon she likes.

Right. [Clears throat]

♪

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.

[Chuckles]

[Clears throat]

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.

[Door opens]

-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.

[Classical piano music playing]

♪

[Door closes]

[Footsteps approaching]

♪

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.

♪

[Door closes]

[Vacuum cleaner whirring]

[Switch clicks, whirring stops]

♪

[Men grunting and speaking indistinctly]

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?

[Chuckles] 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.

[Chuckles]

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. [Chuckles] 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!

[Dog barking]

"The five towers."

[Door opens]

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.

[Phone ringing]

Canon Clement. [Dog barks]

Yes, sorry, James. Go on.

[Indistinct conversation]

♪

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."

♪

[Birds chirping and cawing]

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.

[Door opens]

♪

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?

[Chanting] AIDS isn't prejudiced, the Church is!

Fight AIDS, not gays! [Siren wailing]

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...

[Bell tolling]

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.

[Humming tune]

[Phone ringing]

Ah! [Groans]

[Ringing continues]

Ow!

[Line ringing]

Probably in the garden.

[Both chuckle]

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!

[Thud] -Aah!

[Indistinct shouting]

Please. This is really unnecessary.

I wasn't even doing anything.

Get!

[Shouting continues]

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.

[Groans softly]

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.

♪

[Screaming]

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.

[Door opens]

[Door unlocking]

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.

[Door unlocks]

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.

[Mid-tempo pop music playing]

♪

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.

-[Chuckles] -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.

[Sighs]

♪

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.

[Doorbell rings]

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?

[Phone line ringing]

[Click, beep]

Hi. We're not in.

Please leave a message after the tone.

[Beep]

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.

♪

♪