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regrettable absence of my old brother Lucian, it falls to me to say a few

about our dear late father, Henry Ignatius Shirewell,

a man who will be much missed by those who knew him and whose last

difficult months were made comfortable

by the

Devoted care of my sister Ursula.

United in heaven for all eternity with our dear mother, Clarissa,

is one true love lost too soon.

You're always such a brilliant liar, Francis.

Better late than never.

Make sure he's actually dead.

It's not too late to make your peace, Lucy.

May you rot in...

Mummy's going to make me this.

Is she now?

And what about you, Paddy? Do you want a lovely costume too?

Thanks a lot.

Right, I think that's all I need. I'm going to watch some TV before dinner.

What's all this in aid of?

Oh, Bessie's class are having an Elizabethan day, so I've got to go in

A serving girl's outfit might be more straightforward.

That's what I said, but she set her heart on good Queen Bess.

It's all very admirable, but I see one tiny flaw in your plan. You can't sew.

Well, I always liked the challenge.

That's why I married you.

Oh, no, no. For God's sake, shall I have one?

Keep calm your nerves.

This meeting is for family only. We've made that perfectly clear.

Um, she's not family.

Good add.

Everything's ready, shall we?

How do you do, brother?

I do apologise for my family's appalling rudeness. I can assure you it will

never happen again.

I'm going to enjoy living here.

You do know we still sleep together.

Lucien's a free spirit.

And you're just a fleeting amusement.

Well,

circumstances alter cases.

Oh, my wife and me.

I don't want to say anything else you regret.

Je ne regret rien, Frankie. Don't call me that and please sit down.

Well, I would, but you're in my place.

You've been all your life.

I think we should make a start.

Please.

Oh, thank you.

You should have been there, Gideon.

I've never been a hypocrite. I'm not going to start now.

Tenants of your state are expected to pay their respects.

They're not to pay.

You think old man Starwell would have come to my funeral?

Where's Caleb? We've got fencing to do.

No idea.

He wasn't at the funeral.

thought you could prevent me from inheriting.

But I'm afraid the little plan you cooked up with father isn't legally

Well, the trust was set up by you, Mr. Inkerman, and it was agreed I would run

the estate in perpetuity.

Find the document in front of you.

On the understanding that this was agreed by you all.

This letter of witness confirms my right to inherit the whole shebang, unless I

choose to Climb with you? Of course I won't. In simple terms, the traditional

order of inheritance cannot be altered without the consent of all trustees.

And now Starwick is mine to do with as I see fit. I've made a decision.

The Shirewell's tenure ends with me.

What does that mean exactly?

Well, it means that the estate will become home to a free -thinking artist

community.

Long cross, my friend. will be converted into a solar park.

But the Blundells have farmed here for generations.

Oh, it's not just them, Ursula. The Dow House will be an artist's retreat, and

the chapel will be converted into a gallery and shrine for my work. But

you can't do that. It's consecrated. Well, I'll deconsecrate it.

Don't worry.

There's still a chapel in Toulouse. That's where you'll be moving to, by the

way. And, Francis and Vina, you'll be moving to the flat in Marylebone.

And how am I to manage the estate from there?

Oh, sorry, didn't I tell you?

You don't work here anymore.

So you won't be managing anything.

What's that?

Your is it.

So the yurt and totem poles were just the start of his desecration.

What are you going to do about it?

It seems our hands are tied.

Your father wanted you to be the guardian of his legacy.

We have to find a way of making that happen.

This end.

Nothing to stress out.

You've got what you can do with it.

Thank you, sir.

The phone's been ringing all morning.

Anything I should know about?

I read a call about the late Henry Shirewell.

I read his obituary. Wasn't he buried yesterday?

Yeah, he was, but his family now suspect I'll pay.

The doctor must have signed the death certificate.

Yeah, he did. He's a GP, and in it he states he died of natural causes.

So what's this got to do with us?

Well, a document has since been discovered, allegedly written by Henry

in which he claims that his life is in imminent danger.

This prompted his family to request further investigation, which has now

authorised. What do we know about them?

The Sharwells are a prominent local family. They've lived on the Stalwick

since the 16th century.

Henry Sharwell's wife, Clarissa, had a history of...

mental instability and alcoholism, died after a tragic fall.

When was this?

Nearly 40 years ago.

And what do we know about the Shirewell children?

Two sons and a daughter who both still live on the estate, and the eldest son,

Lucian Shirewell, is an acclaimed ceramicist.

His work is controversial, but highly regarded.

Not exactly Clarice Cliff, is he?

No. No, I guess not.

Yeah, it's really important that we speak to him.

I appreciate that. Thanks.

Henry Sharwell's doctor's out of the surgery at the moment, but they're

to track him down.

Good. We need to know if he might have missed something.

Inspector Barnaby?

Ursula Sharwell.

Thank you so much for coming.

Please, follow me.

When did you find this note, Miss Shirewell?

After the funeral.

It was the first time I was able to face going into his room.

Where was it?

Inside his bedside table.

How was your father's mental state in the days before he died?

Better than it had been in ages.

He seemed to have more energy than usual.

We had hoped he'd rally.

Which is why I allowed Luthien to see him.

Was that unusual?

Sadly, yes.

They've been estranged for many years.

And Ursula is easily taken in.

I wanted to give them time alone, in the hope of some kind of reconciliation.

But when she went back to give him his medication, Luthien is gone, our father

is dead.

It's not rocket science.

So why wait until now to raise your concerns?

Because there was no evidence.

But the note changes everything.

DCI Barnaby calls some police, and you are?

Caleb Blundell.

I help Lucien out sometimes.

Where might I find him?

Thank you.

CCI Barnaby, Causton Police.

Drink?

I'm guessing they told you I killed my father?

And did you?

wanted him dead as long as I can remember.

But no, I did not have that pleasure.

Your sister said that you and your father were estranged.

May I ask why?

He destroyed my mother's life and set out to destroy mine.

I had to cut him out in order to survive.

So what made you go and see him on the day he died?

I needed to tell him how much I despised him before it was too late.

You seem very calm considering your siblings are accusing you of murder.

They conspired with our father to deprive me of my birthright.

Accusing me of patricide is the logical next step.

What do you mean?

Their attempt to disinherit me from Stalwick failed. Turns out they can't do

that legally without my permission.

But if I was serving a life sentence for murder, then they would get what they

wanted.

But they'll never be able to prove it.

Henry Sharwell's doctor finally got back to me. In his opinion, there's no

evidence of foul play.

Alessia Sharwell was alarmed when she found that his pillows and bedding were

disarray, but apparently the patient can experience a sudden surge of energy

just before they die, which would seem remarkable if they've been immobile for

some time.

Lucian Sharwell denies any involvement. He claims he's being set up by his

siblings to stop him inheriting. Their word against his.

There is someone outside of the family that helps out at the house part -time.

They were working the day that he died.

A, uh, Sorrel Watkins.

Let's talk to her.

You've not messaged me.

I just need to know that you've got my back.

Why should I when you don't have mine?

There have always been other women.

You know the deal.

Jordana seems to think that she's moving into the house.

That you're going to be a family.

Look, you've got the cottage because I need you close to me.

I always will, no matter who is in my life.

I've come too far to give up on you now.

I've answered too many questions for one day.

We need

to

ask

you a few questions about Henry Shirewell.

I just helped out with the cleaning. It had nothing to do with his care.

He left a note intended to be discovered after his death.

In it, he suggests that he feared someone meant him harm. Did he talk to

about that?

Or maybe you saw him writing.

You're absolutely sure he wrote it?

Why do you ask?

He just didn't seem capable to me.

After the funeral, Miss Jayawell asked me to stay on. She wanted help cleaning

her father's room.

I started in the bathroom, ensuite to his bedroom.

and heard someone come in.

Did you hear what?

The Venus IOL.

The door wasn't quite closed.

What was she doing there?

She got something out of her bag and put it in the bedside drawer.

Did you see what it was?

It looked like a letter, but it wasn't my place to check.

Are you sure about that?

I keep notes when anything interesting happens.

Any particular reason?

I want to be a writer one day.

If I don't take notes, I forget stuff.

Look. There it is.

Let me stay in the studio.

You know, just for one night.

I really, really don't feel safe here.

Well, maybe it's time you found somewhere else.

I need you to protect me, Lucien. From what? The dead bird?

Papi Amache doll?

Someone's playing games.

What if they're not? Please, Lucien.

You said that you loved me.

That it felt different this time?

I say a lot of things.

I never made you any promises.

What if I were pregnant?

I wouldn't want to inflict the life I've had on another generation.

No. It ends with me.

Well... Maybe it's too late for that.

Yeah.

I don't believe this!

I told you I never want a child!

You're lying! I can promise you I won't!

How could you be so stupid?

Yes,

I wrote the note.

And I don't regret it.

Even if you got the result you wanted by deception?

The offence was real. I was just speeding things up a little.

What you believe is of no consequence without evidence.

Well, then we must exhume the body. That would require a coroner's instruction,

and yet we have no ground.

So that's it?

You've already wasted enough of our time, Mrs Shirewell.

Didn't you tell me what you were up to? Stop me.

What did the police want?

Turns out the note was not written by our father, but by my wife. Someone had

do something. All you've done is draw negative attention our way.

Then what do you suggest?

We're running out of time?

We appeal the will on the grounds that Lucien is mentally unstable, paranoid,

delusional, like our mother, and therefore unfit to inherit. But we have

it by the book.

Does the family think the old man was murdered?

They didn't say, but they must be suspicious.

Which makes Lucian prime suspect.

He never hid how much he hated his old man, but he'd never do anything like

that. Well, I mean, you can't know that for sure.

And what have you been doing here, anyway?

I thought you were going to tell them tonight.

I was, but... I'm a coward.

I could have heard hurting them.

You're hurting them more by lying.

Your mum keeps asking me what's wrong.

You're his best mate, you must know.

Well, and I do, but it's got to come from you.

Go home, Caleb.

Tell them now.

Who's there?

Boss is here.

What have we got?

Victim is Jordana Linsbury.

Lucian Shirewell's latest muse.

Who found her?

Gardner, on his way to work, alerted Francis Sharwell. He called us just

8am.

What are you thinking, Fleur? Tragic accident or something more sinister?

Looks like she tried to pull herself up on one of the Gaia ropes supporting the

totem pole.

It came away and the pole fell, striking her right temple.

What time did she die?

Somewhere between 11pm and 2am.

But I'm not sure that's what killed her.

Then what?

The victim displayed signs of carbon monoxide poisoning, cherry red lips,

peripheral cyanosis, retinal hemorrhages.

A tox report should give us some answers.

Oh, and this was on a table beside the bed.

Check out the yurt. If this is carbon monoxide poisoning, we need to find the

source. What can I do for you, Mr.

Shirewell?

Well, Lucien and Jordana had a row yesterday afternoon.

We should know.

What was it about?

I was too far away to really hear, but he left in a fury a few minutes later.

What time was this?

It was start of one.

I don't really know the girl, but I still feel sorry for her. Why is that?

Well, they all think they're going to be the one to change him.

Of course, it invariably ends like this. Well, not quite like this, obviously.

And you think their argument had something to do with her death?

The man's a psycho.

Borderline lunatic.

No, it's not his fault, I suppose.

Insanity runs in the family on our mother's side, but...

If there's one thing he does care about, it's his own personal freedom. And he

will do anything, and I mean anything.

When bad things happen, work is my only salvation.

My mother taught me of the joy of creativity.

It's power to take you from the darkness into the light.

But Childana's accident is something I can never come to terms with.

We think it could have been murder.

Why? We thought maybe you could help us with that.

My family didn't like her living in the yard.

And they can be pretty extreme, but murder... Even they have their limits.

Did she have any other enemies?

Fadey saw her as a rival.

My former assistant and lover of over 20 years.

So Miss Linsbury was just one of your lovers?

I don't believe in monogamy, Inspector, but that doesn't diminish the love I

have for Sadie.

She just has difficulty controlling her jealousy at times.

Maybe she had good reason.

Did Sadie know that Miss Linsbury was pregnant?

I've never wanted children, Inspector, and I told her I never would. A baby

would be a problem to anyone who values... Personal freedom, above all

Where were you last night between 11 and 2 a .m., Mr. Shirewell?

I was at the inn with Sadie. She works there.

She knows I keep her regular hours and she's not averse to bending the rules.

You can check with her if you like.

I will.

Thank you for your time.

This is an old one, sir.

Forensics record that the stove in the yurt hasn't been used for months, so

there's no obvious source of the carbon monoxide.

Well, let's keep looking.

Anything else?

Yeah, Tech pulled these images from Ms Linsbury's phone.

More macabre artwork, or a warning of some kind?

Well, she told Ursula Shirewell that she felt unsafe, that she thought someone

was stalking her, but why didn't she call the police?

And apparently Lucian Sharwell told her not to. He said it was just someone

playing games and named Sadie Rowcroft as chief suspect.

Anything to back that up?

Caleb Blundell claims he saw Ms Rowcroft close to the scene at about 11 .20pm.

He lives at the farm and works part -time for Lucian.

Well, it fits the time frame, but he didn't see Ms Linsbury's body.

not.

Lucian didn't deny that he and Miss Linsbury had argued earlier in the day.

adamant he never wanted children. Miss Linsbury wasn't happy about it, which

comes with Francis Shirewell's statement.

Perhaps Miss Rowcroft feared that he'd change his mind once the baby was born

and cut her out of his life forever.

Never underestimate the destructive power of jealousy, Winter.

Fleur's got the autopsy report.

Said that it makes interesting reading.

OK, let's head over to the lab and then you can pay a visit to Sadie Rowcroft.

This case takes me right back to Pablo.

Peruvian potter with the hands of a god.

Immortalised my breasts in Portland.

Sold them to a thirdy prince for a small fortune.

Truly magnificent. I think you'll agree.

You said you had an update for us?

The victim's blood contains high levels of both carbon monoxide and hydrogen

fluoride, a gas produced when certain clays and glazes are fired in a kiln.

Lucy and Shirewell said there was a firing last night. We need to know what

in there.

Carbon monoxide starved the body of oxygen.

At high enough concentrations, the victim suffocates. She managed to make

outside. By which time, the damage had already been done.

Before she died, she'd have experienced weakness, dizziness, disorientation. So,

I stick with my earlier assumption.

In a state of confusion, she crawled out of the yurt, destabilised the totem

pole in an effort to get to her feet, and then it was goodnight, Fiona.

Sadie Rowcroft was Luthien's studio assistant back in the day, so she'd be

of the toxic gases produced in a kiln. How were they delivered to the yurt?

Don't ask me.

That's your job.

But there is one more thing.

Jordana Linsbury wasn't pregnant.

In fact, her medical notes reveal she had a condition that made her infertile.

She faked the pregnancy test with a felt pit pill.

And you wanted me to pay my respect?

What respect are they showing us? They're throwing us off our farm.

This farm isn't just our livelihood. It's our home.

I was born on this farm. My father was born on this farm and his father before

him.

And what about Caleb? It's his birthright. What choice do we have?

This is an interesting colour.

Is it?

Someone left a dead raven outside the yurt. Its feet were bound with twine

identical to this. It was also tied around the neck of an effigy made in the

image of Miss Linsbury.

So? You can buy that anywhere.

Lucian Shirewell said that you were jealous of Miss Linsbury, that he

you of wanting to cause her harm.

Lucian thinks I killed her.

Our witness insists that they saw you close to the yurt around the estimated

time of Miss Linsbury's death.

Were they mistaken, Miss Rowcroft?

Jordana said she was going to have Lucien's child.

I didn't want that to happen.

I believe in the power of the universe.

The dark and the light.

So you decided to invoke the power of the dark to end her pregnancy?

I needed to see Jordana face to face. It was the only way to make things right.

But when I got there, she was already dead.

I panicked.

I ran.

I tripped.

There was a hose across the path.

I nearly broke my wrist.

Francis says this is all down to you.

Well, for once, he's not lying.

The world is changing, Gideon.

Renewable energy is the future.

We're not leaving.

You can't do this.

You'll be well compensated.

Nothing could compensate us for losing our family out.

I mentioned 200 years of history, and what am I supposed to say to Caleb?

He's expected to take over Longcross since the day he was born. I don't want

Dad.

Sorry, Dad.

Lucian's been letting me help out for a while now, and it's where I feel happy.

I know I belong.

I never felt that way about farming.

Caleb's a very talented young man.

I've asked him to be my studio assistant.

So you're not just taking my farm.

You're taking my son and all.

All over my dead body.

Your darling's only been dead a few hours.

She'd want me to carry on. She couldn't wait to give this anachronistic

monstrosity a facelift.

Facelift? This is desecration.

Hey, careful!

Like it or not, my work is highly sought after.

What have you ever done for this family except leech off it?

Who on earth are all those people?

Oh, didn't I tell you?

I invited the local community for an open afternoon.

Thought it was only fair after shutting them out for 500 years.

You need to get rid of them now.

Something like this requires planning.

Security at the very least.

Not your problem.

Haven't you got some packing to do?

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Not the chapel.

Please listen.

Miss Brocroft said that she tripped on a hose in the path.

Maybe that's how the gas was delivered.

Get your uniform to conduct another search.

Is that fair and better?

Daddy! Hello.

What are you doing here?

There was an alert from the History Society about an open afternoon.

Dalwick is the perfect example of an Elizabethan house, so I thought better

should see it.

We were investigating rather a serious incident in the grounds, so I'd rather

you took her home.

The scene is out here, and it's fully secure.

We'll tip the house, and I can keep an eye wherever we put it.

Please, John, she's dying to see the priest, Tom.

We might not get another chance.

Okay, but I'm coming with you.

It's all gone.

Crucifix, chalice, pattern, ciborium.

Was the chapel open?

Lucian agreed it would be kept locked, but when I came down for afternoon

prayer, the door had been forced.

Did you see anyone?

Where did that lead?

Up there, but it bolted from the other side.

There were no other exits?

Oh.

They must have gone straight out into the ground.

It's winter.

I need backup.

So the priest would hide in that tiny space for days, sometimes weeks at a

Some of them died of starvation.

Or lack of oxygen.

What about cramp?

There have always been rumours of another priest told somewhere in the

but it's never been found. And there's a ghost who wanders the attic, clanking

their teeth.

Can we try and find them? Yeah.

Excuse me. Sir.

There's been a break -in at the chapel. You're going to have to leave now.

If everyone could make their way outside, ladies and gentlemen, thank

they know what was taken?

Religion. Artifacts. They've been in the family for centuries. Miss Sharwell's

devastated.

God, they'll be worth a fortune. Have you called for backup?

It's on its way now.

Betty, we need to leave now.

Betty?

Betty? Betty?

Betty?

Snivelling.

Getting to great... I'm sorry, Francis, but those sacred objects haven't left

the chapel since it was built.

They're irreplaceable.

We all know who's to blame.

Ah, here he is, the hero of the hour. I told you we needed security.

I'm not interested in scoring points, Francis. I just need the keys to the

estate office.

Why?

The police need to look at the house insurance inventory.

All right, I'll handle that.

You're utterly clueless when it comes to running the estate.

Please.

I'll see if the police... Sit down!

For God's sake.

But I might be able to help.

The police have got a job to do. They don't need you wittering on. Just let

go, Frances.

For you want to do something.

Betty?

Betty?

Betty!

She must be here somewhere.

Yeah, but what if she's not?

Has she still got your phone?

Yes. Betty?

I wanted to find the goat.

It's okay.

No harm done.

I found the inventory in Father's desk.

Most of the valuable items have already been sold.

Did you know anything about this? No, you must have got it wrong.

I need the password for the computer.

Sarah's taking Betty home.

It was quite a scare.

All's well that ends well, sir.

And what's the latest on the theft?

No witnesses have come forward, and the visit to the search gear was nothing.

The house was full of people. Someone must have seen something.

Why don't you get off, sir?

I'll bring the car out.

Um, Francis.

Francis. What?

So, this is where you keep your stash?

This estate requires a huge amount of money. If it doesn't go through the

we avoid tax.

If money doesn't go into the estate account, it goes straight into yours.

Yes, I can explain that. I also found the file of so -called evidence you're

planning to use.

To prove that I'm not fit to inherit on grounds of insanity.

You can get what you want like you always have. Well, I'd rather kill you

let that happen.

All that sanctimonious lecturing about me destroying Dalwig.

And you're planning to sell it the minute you win your case.

I found those files on the computer.

If I am mad, I can't be held responsible for my actions.

Don't think that at the end of it, Frankie, I'll show you what real madness

looks like.

You said you had everything covered.

I was like to know Ursula would give him the password.

Because you didn't know we had anything to hide.

You're even more stupid than I thought. If he goes to the police...

finished.

Or maybe we already are.

Betty doesn't want to talk about it, but she seems fine.

That was quite a fright she gave us.

Yeah, I think she was even more scared than we were.

At least you won't run off again in a hurry.

Cheers to that.

How are you getting on with the costume?

It's not long to go now till the Elizabethan day.

Yeah, really well, actually.

I think you'll be for bride.

Not a pretty fair gentleman, but better than it was.

They found this plunged into his eye with such force it fractured his skull.

I saw Lucian using a similar tool in his studio.

So what was the actual cause of death?

It's not entirely straightforward.

But looking at the lesion across his throat, I'd say someone surprised him

behind and garrotted him with a medium gauge wire, such as one would use in

cheese. Or clay.

The victim lost consciousness, giving the perpetrator time to hold him at the

table, place the ceramic face over his and plunge the blade into his brain.

Classic Gothic horror.

Sir Francis Sharwell's death was carefully staged.

Why?

Some kind of punishment?

It's a pretty humiliating way to go.

Who found the body?

His wife.

She's waiting for us.

Of course, it's Lucien.

Do you have any evidence of that, Mrs. Shywell?

He threatened Francis in the cellars.

Became very aggressive.

It was clear he meant to do him harm.

Were there any other witnesses to this?

Sadly, no.

I was there too.

You were spying on us? I heard voices in the cellar. I came down to see what was

going on.

And?

When Francis and Lucian fight, it can get very intense. I was too much of a

coward to reveal myself.

And what were they fighting about?

Lucian found out that Francis was going to appeal the will on the grounds of

Lucian's mental instability.

His behaviour was to bear this out.

In what way?

He threatened Francis physically and then let him go.

But he said this wasn't the end of it, that he'd show him what true madness

looked like.

Lucian murdered his father?

Then poor Jordana, and now Francis.

Well, you better watch your back, Ursula.

He'll be coming for you next.

There's been a development, sir.

I thought Uniform checked out this area.

The hose was invisible until the water level dropped.

Looks like you're wrangling a giant eel.

Makes a change from wrangling the deceased.

Glad we're keeping you on your toes.

Those must weigh a ton.

You'd need a transport to get them this far from the scene.

We found distinctive tyre marks by the weir.

Excellent disposal point, one would think.

The river was in spate that night due to recent heavy rainfall.

So what happened?

God snagged in this tree.

Only 200 metres downstream.

Terrific bad luck.

What are the chances of recovering any DNA evidence?

Limb. To zero.

DNA and water aren't the best of friends, but we'll give it a go.

You're going to have to let Caleb decide this one, Sal.

I'll let him regret it for the rest of his life.

He's obsessed with that lunatic thing as you were.

That was a long time ago.

I have had nothing to do with him since.

Yeah, don't stop you taking sides with him now, though, does it?

There's part of you still in love with him.

But he's not in love with me.

Caleb is not a child.

He is a man of 19 with a mind of his own. It is his future, not ours. I had

to do what was expected of me for the good of his family, and so will he.

Where were you last night?

Morgan. Where?

I don't remember.

Miss Sharwell.

I was told I might find you here.

I always find peace here.

Even at this time of year.

I'm not quite sure how I managed without it.

How can I help you, D .S. Winter?

I was just wondering where you keep your garden machinery.

Lawmowers, trolleys, that kind.

In the old stable.

Behind the greenhouses there.

Is it locked?

There was no need to lock anything until yesterday.

If you need anything else, I'll be here.

Thanks.

I've never been a hypocrite, Inspector.

I hated my brother quite openly.

Both your sister and sister -in -law claim you attacked him hours before he

died, warned him there'd be more to come.

Completely true and entirely justified.

I found out that my brother had been selling the family heirlooms to a dealer

London and pocketing the cash himself.

But they didn't tell you that, did they?

No, they didn't.

Or that they were planning to disinherit me on the grounds of me being a basket

case. Not because they loved Dalwick, but because they want to sell it once

regain control.

How did that make you feel?

Enraged, but not surprised.

Where were you yesterday evening between 9pm and 11, Mr. Shirewell?

I was here in the studio with Caleb.

So you see, Inspector Barnaby, it couldn't have been me.

Hi, can I have an orange juice and a lemonade, please?

Thanks.

Not working today, then?

The police charged me with stalking and harassment.

Oh, and that's not all.

Lucian is chucking me out of the cottage.

20 years of love and loyalty.

What have I got to show for it?

I'm so sorry, Sadie. I really am.

Yeah, I'll get my own back.

Don't worry about that.

Here you are.

Yeah, that's right, Inspector.

It came in around eight.

And then we both worked until morning.

Sure.

Suppose Dad sent you.

He doesn't even know I'm here.

I... I just wanted you to know that I understand.

You have to be true to yourself, Caleb.

I was not when I was your age, and... I've regretted it

ever since.

We found a motorized trailer that could match for the tire print down at the

weir. Forensics are checking it out now, but it looks like it's been power

washed. We might get lucky.

An uniform found a hose connector screwed into the external outlet of the

ventilation unit.

They're confirming that it's identical to those joining the length of hose that

washed up on the shore.

So Fleur's hunch was right.

The toxic gases that killed Jordana Linsbury came from the kiln. Anything

The finance checks came back on Francis and Davina. There are large, regular

deposits into their joint account from a London dealer, and the amounts

correspond to the value of the items missing from the house. It adds up to

a million pounds. Which Davina would inherit, giving her motive, and she has

alibi. Is she capable of killing him in such an extreme and violent way?

They plotted together to frame Luthien as a madman. If she did kill her

it would make sense to...

stage it as if it had been executed by a psychopath to implicate Lucian. Which

would tie in with how easily these were discovered by uniform and ceramic wire

cutters found in the shrubbery underneath the dining room window. And

right about this, though. The object in his eye is a ceramic hole cutter.

Lucian confirmed that these and the ceramic wire cutters were missing from

studio. Is there any evidence to link him to the scene?

Not as yet. And his alibi checks out.

Should we bring him in? Well, first we need to talk to Davina Shirewell.

It's called stealing, Mrs. Shirewell.

Francis worked like a slave for his father for nothing.

Everyone thinks people like us are ripping in money.

But the truth is, we're poor as church mice.

Any spare money had to go back in the estate.

Apart from the regular and significant amounts transferred into the joint

account you shared with your husband.

I was promised a good life, Inspector.

A life I was brought up to expect.

What were we supposed to do?

We could barely afford a decent bottle of Chablis.

Is that why you staged the robbery in the chapel?

No, that had absolutely nothing to do with us.

The investigating officers will decide whether or not charges will be brought.

But I've already complained. No one is above the law, Mrs. Shirewell.

I don't remember their face. I'm so sorry. I'm not being very helpful.

Take your time.

It must have been a very frightening experience, Miss Sharwell.

They were wearing gloves.

I remember the roughness on my mouth.

Where were you when it happened?

Here. I was cutting a spray of winter roses for the chapel.

Did they speak at all?

No. Davina suggested you might be in danger from your brother.

Lurking in the shrubbery isn't Lucian style.

But you can ask him yourself.

He's been at the house all day.

Sorry, Mr. Shirewell. I didn't realize.

No, no, no, Lucian, please. And don't worry, I'm not here to pray.

Francis went straight to hell anyway, so that would be pretty pointless,

wouldn't it?

I'm turning this old relic into a gallery for my work.

Planning a private view.

I'll leave you to it.

You have a fascinating face, Laurel.

Exquisite bone structure.

How would you like to be immortalized in porcelain?

Mr. Chiawell, we'd like a word.

Somewhere more private?

Sure.

Of course they didn't attack my sister. Did she tell you that?

As a matter of fact, she thought it unlikely.

But you could be a potential witness.

Well, I didn't see any menacing strangers, if that's what you're getting

you see anyone at all?

Any Gideon Blundell.

Someone from over here, striding across the lawn.

Thought he was coming to berate me about losing the farm. He threatened me

before, so I was determined to evict him.

And?

He never materialized.

I was here, uh, working.

Just like every day.

Farm don't run itself.

Are you sure about that, Mr Blundell?

Because a witness places you in the grounds of Stourwick Hall around the

Miss Gyrewell was assaulted.

What were you doing there?

I was walking.

You just suggested that you were too busy to leave the farm, and yet today

had time to go for a walk and lied about it.

I had to think.

About what, Mr Blundell?

I just wanted to talk to her. Then why didn't you?

Because I knew she'd say no.

And why's that?

We were together once, Esther and I, when we were very young.

They happened to marry me.

But her father just...

Laughed in my face.

Ordered her to cut me out of her life there and then, and she felt like she

no choice but to agree, Bill.

I had to respect her wisdom.

And what changed?

I was desperate.

I had to talk to her before it was too late.

Gideon, what have you done?

I just wanted her to talk to Lucy, and she was the only one that could make him

see reason. I had to...

Try and do something to save the farm.

If what Gideon Blundell says is true, then his attack on Ursula Shirewell has

nothing to do with the murders.

So, what are we missing?

Any updates on the chapel theft?

Well, given the total lack of evidence, they reckon that it's a professional

job. They've notified dealers in the area they're likely to be approached,

nothing so far.

We did have another development.

We had a call from Sadie Rowcroft withdrawing her alibi for Lucid

the night of Jordana's murder.

Did she say what?

She said that Shirewell told her to lie, but why would he do that when he's got

nothing to hide?

He also has an alibi for the night of his brother's death, Caleb Blundell, who

worked for him, clearly admired him, and we know Mr Shirewell can be

manipulative. How far would Caleb go to please his boss?

Well, let's talk to him in the morning and find out. But right now, I have a

very important appointment with an authentic Elizabethan dinner, cooked by

Betty.

Wish me luck.

I'm not sure how long he'll be, but you're more than welcome to wait.

I don't want to impose.

I'll come back. No.

Stay.

Please.

I know it hasn't always been possible for us to be friends.

But now that your father's no longer with us, I thought... ..maybe we could

start again.

Yes, I'd like that.

And I can only apologise for what Gideon put you through.

The prospect of losing the farm has driven him half mad.

He thought that you might be able to get Lucien to change his mind, but he

should never have frightened you like that.

I'm so sorry.

I tried talking to him myself, but he won't listen.

But it's not just Gideon who's losing everything he's ever known.

I'm being moved to the house in France.

But Starwick's your life.

You know more than most how ruthless Lucien can be.

I know how much you loved him.

But he never loved me.

make the most of it.

I'm grateful it's come to this.

I can finally address the elephant in a run.

Gideon's never really been happy.

Neither was I.

I only started seeing Gideon to make Lucian jealous.

He had already moved on with Sadie, so I suppose we just made the best of it.

But it was you Gideon really loved. I've always known that.

That you have Caleb.

Such a blessing.

Of course.

And we're so very proud of him.

But he and Gideon are two very different people.

Always locking horns.

I suppose I knew it would come to this one day.

I never allowed myself to believe it.

What exactly is it?

Welk and periwinkle stew.

Elizabeth's favourite, apparently.

Well,

unusual.

Well done, Betty.

Aren't you having any?

It's okay.

We hated it too.

I bought a fish and chip.

Oh, thank God for that.

Not bad.

That's everything.

Dipped. Get them in the drying room.

I want cobalt, manganese and chromium oxides ready on the bench.

I'm going to have to work 24 -7 if we're to get these all fired before the

private view. I had a call from the police. They want me in the first room

an interview, but I can come straight back.

You need to take a break or you'll burn yourself out.

I can handle the firing.

What did they want?

Don't worry, I won't say anything.

Just get your head down for a couple of hours.

Keep the doors locked at all times.

Are you in danger?

I'm not taking any chances.

Hey, Lucian's just crashing for a bit, so if I just get the first firing done,

can meet you at the tree.

Yeah, I've got you a little something.

20 minutes.

That was dinner.

Have you ever eaten Welk and Periwinkle stew?

Can't say that I have. It lingered in a most unpleasant way.

Not the best time to be sharing a car with you, then, sir. For which I can

apologise in advance.

Winter.

OK, the studio, not the house?

Yeah, we're on our way.

I thought we were interviewing Caleb Blundell. Yeah, that was the plan, but

turns out he's gone missing.

When was the last time you heard from him?

Just before seven.

He said he had something for me and asked me to meet him by the old oak

but he never arrived.

I tried calling, but he didn't pick up.

We found his phone in the studio, so there were lots of missed calls.

We found this in his jacket.

What's he so grateful for?

He's been having some problems at home. I've just had his back, that's all.

When he failed to arrive, why didn't you come and find him?

I knew how busy he was. I just thought there must be some problem at the

so I went home.

But before I did, I saw Lucien hurrying across the backfields in the silver

suit. Where was he headed?

Here?

Stalwick Hall.

When was the last time you saw Caleb Blundell?

About 6 .37.

He said he was going to do the first firing.

So he left you here to go to the kiln?

Is that where you keep the suit?

I'll show you.

It should be here.

Everything all right, Mr. Shirewell?

Caleb would never leave his dial set this high.

All this makes sense.

When did you last wear the suit?

Yesterday morning. We were doing a glaze test.

Are you sure you put it back?

Of course I'm sure.

Mrs. Watkins claims that she saw you walking back to the house.

In the suit at around 7 .30 p .m. What if he's mistaken?

According to Lucian, he was the last person to see Caleb Blunder alive.

Claims he was on his way to the kiln, but no one saw him come in here.

Nobody saw him leave.

What if someone was waiting for him? Someone he didn't realize was here until

it was too late?

Not too horrible, is it?

It's a rather genius plan, true.

A kiln like this burns at temperatures similar to a crematorium furnace,

1 ,000 and 1 ,500 degrees Celsius.

So, if he ended up inside, we'd struggle to prove it. No DNA recovery?

I will be sifting through the ashes for any bone fragments, but...

Burning at that intensity would make any DNA identification almost impossible.

Sir.

Tech managed to retrieve Caleb Blundell's mobile data.

Mainly calls from Thora Watkins and his parents.

Anything from Lucian Shirewell?

A few texts about work, but nothing incriminating. And there's a voicemail

his mother asking him to call her.

According to Ms Watkins, Lucian Shirewell is lying. But if my hunch is

and Caleb Blundell ended up in that kiln, then why would Lucian want him

Caleb was his protégé.

According to Sorrell, Lucian would do anything for him.

Well, the timing's interesting.

Maybe he heard that Caleb was coming in for questioning and couldn't risk the

truth coming out.

The truth coming out about what?

The station had a call from Sadie Rowcroft. She also said that she saw

heading towards Stalwick in the suit at 8pm.

Well, maybe that's what she needed to believe.

Sadie Rowcroft has lost everything because of Lucian Shirewell, her job,

home.

life partner of over 20 years.

We know she's vindictive, unstable.

He's still alive, though.

But what if, in a state of desperation, Ms. Rowcroft mistook Caleb

for her former lover, pushed him into the kiln and used the suit as a

Well, that's possible.

Hell hath no fury, Winter.

Let's get her in for interview.

Fleur's had a breakthrough.

What exactly are we looking at?

Titanium. We found it in the ash.

It's one of the few elements that can survive the cremation process.

Caleb Blundell had a titanium joint replacement after shattering his ankle

farm accident.

Part of the serial number is still visible here and matches his medical

I also fast -tracked DNA from glasses we found in his jacket pocket, in case, by

some miracle, they managed to extract DNA from any of the bone fragments.

But that's a far longer process.

But what would that give us now? I mean, we know that it's him.

We already had Lucian Shirewell's DNA on file.

Turns out he and Caleb are a match.

For father and son.

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Blundell.

I'm afraid there's no doubt.

I see.

The forensic investigation revealed something else.

Something I imagine you already know.

That Caleb is losing son.

Yes, I've always known.

The older he got, the more like him he became.

To me, anyway.

He and Lucian were so alike.

You chose to keep it secret?

I knew Lucian never wanted to have children and that Gideon would always be

better father.

Did Caleb know?

I tried calling him last night.

I had decided to leave Stalwick.

And I... I needed to tell him the truth.

And that was true.

Did you share this with anyone else?

I had to tell someone.

And there was only one person I thought I could trust.

First Lady Rowcroft's waiting for us at the station. Tell them to let her go.

Why? That's something that we've been missing that connects all our victims.

It's just become crystal clear.

Because Lila Blundell confided about Caleb to Earthy Oshawa? In noble

succession still passes down the male line. Jordana Linsbury lied about being

pregnant with Lucian's child, 50 % likely to be male. Francis was Lucian's

brother.

And when Lila revealed that Caleb was Lucian's son, he had to die too.

You think Esther Shirewell killed all of them?

I'm sure of it.

And there's still one person who can prevent her achieving her goal.

told me the truth about Caleb.

I'm so sorry.

I haven't felt this much pain since Mummy died.

Being told you've lost your son on the anniversary of her death is almost too

much to bear.

The son I never knew I wanted.

The police have been asking questions, Lucy.

They think I killed him.

They think I'm responsible for all this horror.

I know you're not.

There are witnesses.

Pray with me, Luthien.

For Caleb and Mummy.

It will bring you comfort.

I don't believe in prayer. You know that.

A toast to their memory, then.

But not here.

Please, Lucien. I'm leaving tomorrow.

There's no sign of her at the studio.

The uniformer's searching the grounds in the outbuildings now.

She must be here somewhere. Keep trying to mobile us. Yes, sir.

Oh, that should be the front cover.

Right, you'll need some photos to be on the inside, so I've downloaded the file.

Shall we have a look?

Oh, where's that?

I don't remember that ring.

You found a second preschool.

Why didn't you say anything?

The lady said it was our secret.

Still not picking up, sir. I'll keep trying.

Sarah, I can't... What?

Send it to me now. Thank you.

When Betty went walkabout, she found this.

That's the earth to your shower's bedroom. I recognise the painting of her

mother. So she's our thief.

But how did she get up there without being seen?

There must be another way out.

This door is usually bolted from the other side, sir.

After you.

One of the last bottles of her favourite Chablis.

Seems rather appropriate.

To poor sweet Caleb and darling Mummy, may they rest in peace.

I failed both of them.

You were a child when Mummy died.

I should have protected you, loved you, been the older sister you needed.

But I was too weak.

You'll never know how much I regret it.

So, we have all the evidence we need, but where's our suspect?

Sir, today's the anniversary of her mother's death.

Do we know where she died?

The old wine store.

We came up those stairs, but there's another flight going down. That must

to the cellar. Which is the only place that we haven't looked.

It's like she never existed.

Father got angry if I ever mentioned her name.

I hardly knew her.

I wish I could say the same.

Hey, this way, sir.

I was with her that day.

In here.

She and father had been fighting.

I knew this is where she came to escape.

So I followed her.

She was even more drunk than usual.

screamed that she didn't want me anywhere near her, said that she never

me because I was a girl, that she could never love me.

And in that moment, I felt such hatred

for her.

And for you.

You never had to fight for her love.

But I knew I was better than you.

Better than all of you.

And that my day would come.

She couldn't find any more of her precious Shably.

I knew there was more in the cellar.

She ordered me to fetch it.

I told her to get it herself.

Mummy didn't fall down the stairs did she?

You

were

never going to leave.

Stourwick, where are you, Miss Shirewell?

It's my home. I belong here.

You realise that if you could secure your position as the legitimate heir,

wouldn't have to.

But that meant eliminating all those who stood in your way.

But this wasn't the first time you'd used murder as a solution, was it?

Your mother didn't die in a tragic accident.

She was put to her death by you.

And my entire life has been spent in penance for that terrible day.

It didn't deter you from doing it again.

Your father died of natural causes, but Jordana Linsbury's death was at your

hands. I knew she'd stop at nothing to be mistress of Starwick.

What made you think that?

She messaged me in a panic.

Said she was being stalked.

I went to the yurt, but she wasn't there.

That's when I found the pregnancy test.

So you had to act fast.

But that was your first mistake.

There was no baby.

But the test was positive.

She faked it, Miss Shirewell.

Jordana Linsbury was unable to have children.

I had to make painful decisions.

For the greater good.

To save, Starwick.

The estate.

Our family legacy.

Lucian was firing the kiln that night.

I knew Jordana would be alone.

There was a time, years ago now, when the extractor failed at the studio.

Lucian almost died.

That's how I knew how toxic those gases could be.

I thought it would be peaceful, but she'd never wake up.

I didn't want her to suffer, but she did.

When I saw Caleb walk across the lawn, I thought he'd find her.

But something in the trees distracted him.

Giving you time to retrieve the hose and dispose of it in the river?

I thought it would get swept away, but I was unlucky.

Why didn't you just return it to the garden store?

Things hadn't gone to plan.

I'd forgotten my gloves in the panic.

Left my fingerprints all over it.

Next on your list was your brother Francis.

Francis was a criminal and a liar, planning to betray me and our family

You'd agreed to fight Lucian's succession together, but then you

if Francis won control, he intended to sell.

You couldn't allow that.

Francis always drank heavily after a row with Delina.

I just had to watch and wait.

I knew a lifetime of self -indulgence had left him weak.

All years in the garden had made me strong.

I knew I could overpower him.

But your brother didn't die of suffocation, did he?

You went out of your way to humiliate him in death.

Just as he humiliated me in life.

Poor pathetic Ursula.

She'll never notice.

She won't mind.

But I did notice.

And I did mind.

It was my way of showing it.

You knew your method of killing would point the finger at Lucian. You stole

tools from his studio and then disposed of the wire cutters where you knew

they'd easily be found.

But then you came across an unexpected obstacle.

Caleb Blundell.

I didn't want to hurt him.

He'd done nothing wrong.

But when Lila told me he was Lucian's son, I had no choice.

I wore Lucian's suit as a disguise.

and to implicate him.

Can I have a moment in the rose garden?

Please.

There's something you don't understand.

Love can make us do terrible things, Inspector.

It was my moral obligation to protect my home and my

child.

What child, Miss Shirewell?

The only man I ever loved, and who loved me in return,

was taken from me.

My darling Gideon.

When my father forced me to give him up, I discovered I was

pregnant.

I managed to keep it a secret.

And then she came early.

Out here, in the moonlight.

I loved her so much.

But she didn't survive.

I'm sorry.

I married her here.

Beneath the road.

I rose a little girl.

My darling, hidden little rose.

And I've cared for her ever since.

How could I ever leave her?

We both felt the agony of unbearable loss.

Appalling damage our causes.

The people it turned us into.

You have to go.

But I've decided to stay.

I'll look after him.

I never thought I'd feel sorry for her after everything she's done.

She could never abandon her daughter.

Wouldn't have anything to keep her safe.

You know what that feels like one day, Winter.

with the Queen.

Your mask.

Oh, it seems I underestimated

yourself.

Okay, okay, I got it online. But at least I tried.

You're in charge of costumes next time. Well, I think you look splendid, Betty.

Very regal.

Thank you, Daddy.

Yes, and you look very nice too, Paddy. Quite the dandy.

This is clearly what he's been asking for all these years.

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