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Please?

I don't feel... I'd like to report a murder.

Will!

On the road from Gethsemane to Calvary, I lost my way.

Oh, for God's sake, Will, please!

And now we've reached the end of our journey, Reverend King.

Morning.

Where's your better half?

By that you mean Sergeant Hathaway?

I was going to say your mini -me, but I didn't think you'd get the pop culture

reference. Don't be daft, woman.

Even I've seen the Italian job.

Dear God.

This was his 999 call.

But this was definitely self -inflicted.

No doubt.

He shot himself.

Mind you, push someone hard enough in the right direction and suicide becomes

murder weapon.

He lined up the fatal shots that deliberately defaced the altar.

Is that what this is about? An extreme grudge against the church? Also, this

the brunt.

The God.

Christian answers to contemporary questions.

Hardly a suicide cult.

Sure, he's stopped for the day.

Do you have an idea?

Yes. His name's Will McEwan.

Lewis, do a side note in his pocket.

Pack up a photograph.

On the road from Gethsemane to Calvary, I lost my way.

Gethsemane is... The Garden of Gethsemane. Christ lost that behind you,

And Calvary's the site of a crucifixion.

Had to be biblical, didn't it?

Path away all right?

I'm not sure.

Yes. He just

shot himself right in front of me.

Did you know this boy, Will McKeon?

Yes, many years ago when he was a student.

I was, until recently, dean of Mayfield College Chapel.

Will was part of my wider flock, extremely devout.

And a pleasure to know.

Did you ever hear of a Christian group called The Garden?

I can't say it rings any bells. Why?

Do you know who this is with, Will?

Oh, yes, yes, that Fiediker Fuhlen, also a Mayfield scholar.

I haven't seen him in years.

He's a troubled boy.

Would you say the name again, sir? Yes, it's an odd spelling here.

Fiediker...

It's all such a waste.

Do you know where we could contact it, Peter Kittler?

No.

No one does.

About three years ago, at least, he just disappeared.

Were you, uh... Yeah.

We were close.

Let's get off home, then. There's a conflict of interest.

We were close, yeah.

Went to the same school together.

Hung out a couple of times in Oxford when I was in the seminary.

Hasn't been a year.

Well, if you're sure.

Yeah, we're fine.

Have you ever heard of this group?

The Garden?

No, what is it?

Not sure yet.

Apparently Will was very devout.

Not surprised.

Did he desecrate a church?

Well, you can believe in God and still be angry with him.

His friend's Fiediker Phelan. You know him?

Vaguely.

Met him a couple of times.

Suicide. Not usually out of business, but... I just know there's something

at the back of it.

Will was driven to what he did.

On the road from Gethsemane to Calvary, I lost my way.

The Garden of Gethsemane. That's where this group, the Garden, gets their name.

I need to know what they're all about.

Christian answers to contemporary questions. I could mean anything.

What do you know about his family?

Only child.

Parents were local. Divorced when we were kids.

Gethsemane. You sort of explained the Garden a bit, but what's Calvary all

about? I don't know, but I doubt it's got very much to do with his subsequent

resurrection.

Harry.

I have nothing to say to you.

It's Will McEwan.

He killed himself last night.

God forgive me. I lied to the police. I just didn't know what to say.

Harry.

Harry, please.

I spoke to your doctor and he told me that you were aware how little time you

had left.

I go to my God.

With a good conscience.

Please. If this is the last time we speak... Oh?

You want me to forgive you?

Judas.

Henry...

McEwan is a big property developer. He's a local entrepreneur.

So Will had a rich dad.

Yeah, they were very different people. Will was very gentle and softly spoken.

And he was a little bit more... Listen, you dickless little inbred.

Can you hear that?

That's nothing.

That is the sound of nothing. That is the sound your phone is going to make

rest of your professional life unless you get this sorted now.

What?

Listen, McEwan.

It's about Will.

It was his birthday last month. I thought I should call him.

My last chance.

I could have just said hello. I could have just... Will rang 999 to tell us

he'd planned.

Can you think why he'd have done that?

I don't know him.

Not anymore.

You and your son weren't on speaking terms?

No. He made certain choices.

Life choices, and I wasn't where do I know you from I?

Was a friend of world You came to stay with us yeah, yeah, I

remember yeah, he thought the world of you So why wasn't he happy?

What was wrong with him?

I don't know him in a while, but you live in Oxford, huh?

Yeah And when I found out what he was

I couldn't look him in the eye anymore.

You stayed with the family?

Yeah, one summer when we were 14.

I should have told you, I'm sorry.

What did Henry mean? What he was doing?

I think Will was gay.

You think?

Well, he didn't wear a badge or anything, but yeah, I think I could

So is this... Feardickery's boyfriend, then?

Maybe. Maybe that's what caused the rift between Henry and Will.

What a shame.

My boy was... It just wouldn't matter.

This is blatant homophobia, Lady Hugh.

I am not homophobic. It is a question of health and safety. Don't give me that,

please. Just because you don't want to listen, young lady, doesn't make it any

less the truth.

You couldn't wait.

New chair of university grounds get to ban everything that offends your

Christian sensibilities. My faith has nothing to do with anything. It is

and safety.

Banning gay pride.

You are free to assemble anywhere you wish, but not on university land. Health

and safety. I know what goes on behind closed doors.

Set thine own house in order.

And get out. I am the best barrister in this city, and I will slaughter you in

court.

Oh, and do have a leaflet.

You're my best friend. I miss you.

Give me a call, please.

You OK?

Uh, yeah.

It's just, um... Rose Mum was such a lovely lady.

Mrs McKeon, Inspector Lewis.

Yes, please. Come in.

I'm sorry about the mess. I'm usually very... If I'd known I'd have

come... I'm very sorry about Will.

I don't know whether you remember me. I was a friend of Will's from school.

He was...

James Hathaway.

I'm sorry, Mrs McKeown.

Oh, Sadie, please, you're old enough and big in this. Look at the size of you.

I remember that summer when you came to the day.

I think you were the politest boy I've ever met.

Thank you.

Such a shame you and Will fell out.

It wasn't really a falling out.

Oh.

Mothers always get the wrong end of the stick.

You think you know what's... Someone's doing, and...

And it turns out that...

And after he met that lovely girl... What girl was that?

Fleury Kenneth.

She was Will's girlfriend.

Girlfriend? How does that fit in?

It doesn't. Will was gay.

Or in denial.

Putting on a fake relationship just for show.

Why did Sadie think you two fell out?

We did different GCSEs, that's all.

Then I saw him again when I was going through my priestly phase in Oxford.

He was still such a sweet guy.

But you lost contact again.

I was training to be a priest. Kind of closes your life down a bit. And then I

was training to be a policeman.

Closes your life down even more.

Thank heavens we found each other, sir.

Lewis.

Yup.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

No, I'll come over tomorrow.

Early, yeah.

Everything all right?

Got myself a new hobby.

What hobby's that, then?

Never your mind, Sergeant.

We'll have to have our little secret.

Alexandra, I'm afraid I'm dead.

But there's something I need you to do.

You better come in.

to leave a message. Cheers.

Veronica? Hello?

Do you understand the responsibility of what you're taking on? I do.

It's not one to be undertaken lightly.

I know.

I've been on the waiting list over a year. Ah, competitive world a lot,

you?

Early retirement, is it?

Excuse me?

Your retirement, are you taking it now? Oh, no, I'm not retired.

I'm just... I don't know, I wanted something to do that wasn't work.

Ah, well, here we are.

You know what you're going to grow yet?

Vegetables.

Peas. Marrow, I think.

Drainage is wrong for peas.

Oh, right.

Marrows. I wouldn't risk it. Exposure's wrong for marrows.

Carrots?

Carrots.

Well, enjoy.

Lewis.

I'll be right there.

Morning. Coincidence?

He's only vicar of St Mark's Church, where your friend killed himself.

Yeah.

The Reverend Francis King?

You know him?

Yeah, I did. Not well. He was very active in the local church community.

Did you like him?

Bit too hang -em -a -bog -em for me.

Shall we go in?

I'd gladly club you to death with a blunt instrument.

Or poison, maybe.

Or a knife through the heart.

But what I wouldn't do is stick a red hot poker inside your brain by your eye

pocket. Too good.

For a start, I meant more, it isn't an efficient way to kill somebody. This was

the act of someone who enjoyed the process of killing.

It's pretty certain that King knew his killer.

A social drink together before the killing started.

And there's enough saliva on the glass, which is interesting.

Should be able to get your DNA sample.

That's too hot for a fire last night.

It's the start of that, especially.

Firebird suite.

Stravinsky.

Firebird? Fire?

Polka? Do you think there could be a connection?

Oh, yes.

As they say in pantomime, it's behind you.

Life -born file?

Hell, does that mean?

I was just going to say that I don't envy the fella who's got to sort through

all of this, and then I remembered that it would be me.

I thought I was volunteering.

Good man.

Keep an eye open for anything else that might link King to Will McEwan.

They're connected.

The phoenix.

The firebird.

Life born of fire.

Good morning, lady here.

Thank you.

Apparently we're using too many paper clips to be reprimanded by doors.

I'll take that very seriously, sir. From now on, I'm a staples man.

I found this highlighted among things, sir.

Last week's hero, Charlie Newton.

Bit of a character assassination on King. An angel can fall from grace. Take

Reverend Francis King, once a devout darling of Mayfield College and a mover

shaker in their outreach programmes. Having fallen foul of the Oxford Godset,

King is now definitely out the fold and in the cold.

He's done this with a bee in his bonnet.

Outreach programmes.

Could that mean the garden?

Excuse me. Is this a Newton?

Has he offended you with his writing?

No. In which case, then, yes, I am.

Inspector Lewis, Oxford. The ID. This is Sergeant Hathaway.

Charmed. Now, how can I help you? And is there a story in it?

We're interested in the Reverend Francis King.

Ah, my favourite subject.

I've read your article.

You sound a bit angry.

I'll lay my cards on the table. I've no time for organised religion or the

organisers of it. King's a hateful little man.

The good Samaritan wouldn't have crossed the road for him.

What do you know about the garden?

Not much, though I'd like to. The trouble is, those involved are pretty

-lipped, and the whole thing folded about five years ago. King was one of

main organisers.

Told us he'd never heard of it.

Well, then, if I was you, Inspector, I'd go and ask him why he's lying.

Oh, my God.

He's dead.

Wow. I wonder which one of them did it. Which one of what, sir? The Oxford

Godset. King fell foul of his clergy comrades in a big way.

I don't know what, but he did something heinous in their eyes.

So it stands to reason, doesn't it? Some mad old crusader playing the avenging

angel goes and bumps him off.

God, they're all so messed up.

Still, here's to the start of a good story.

The Reverend King runs a Christian youth group, which Will McHugh is a member

of. The boy commits suicide in King's church.

24 hours later, King's dead.

Thoughts?

Fire. Significant.

Red hot poker cauterizing the brain. King is essentially burned to death.

It could be about revenge.

Someone blames King for Will's state of mind.

Just for the record, Sergeant, is there anything I ought to know about you and

Will McEwan?

Like what, sir?

Anything relevant to the case.

No.

Look.

It's like he was filming something.

Himself, maybe?

I wonder what happened to the DVD.

What does this flat tell us about Will?

Well, the Will I used to know was fastidiously tidy. This mess... This

sign of his... Distress.

Crucifixes and Bible in pride of place.

Still believed.

Bit of a Brazil thing going on.

Last holiday?

No, no visa.

In fact, the last time he left the EU was for Morocco four years ago.

Same design of glass as the Reverend King's.

Pretty generic.

Ikea, I think I've got some.

On the road from Gethsemane to Calvary, I lost my way.

Will was comparing his journey with that of Christ to the cross.

Except Christ made it to Calvary, Will lost his way.

Life born of fire.

I bet that means something in Latin.

What makes you say that?

This is Oxford.

Everything always means something in Latin.

Hello?

Hello, mate.

I was sorry about Will.

Yeah. But listen, I thought you should know.

King's dead.

Good.

How are you doing with King's paperwork?

Nothing yet. He was a bit of a hoarder.

I haven't been able to find out anything about Zoe Kenneth, Will's alleged

girlfriend.

Oh, maybe she's new to Oxford.

Did a check on Fiediker, Will's ex.

They split up three years ago.

Family filed a missing persons report at the time, but last they heard of him,

he's off to Brazil.

Well, that Brazil tourist off at Will's flat could be from him.

Try the Brazilian police.

It could mean that he was or was back in Oxford.

Well, his number wasn't on Will's phone.

I'll speak to a couple of Will's old friends, see if I can get a hold of it.

Yeah, good.

I'm going to phone trace on it. It would save us a lot of legwork.

Church St. Mark's has just reopened.

I don't know if you wanted to pay your respect.

Hello. Hi.

You're a friend of Will's?

Well, you don't look like a churchman, so I'm guessing you're police.

Thank you, Sergeant Hathaway.

I hate churches.

Trust Will to finally get me back in one.

I didn't catch your name.

I didn't drop it.

But it's Zoe.

Zoe Kenneth.

Will's girlfriend?

If only it were that simple.

How did you know?

I was Madame Sadie.

God, I should go and see her, poor woman.

Will was the light of her life.

The light of all our lives.

Yeah, I knew him from school.

Hathaway. James Hathaway. I don't think he mentioned you.

Oh. But I'm not very good with names.

Ironic thing is I'm a semiologist.

William from Wilhelm, meaning desire and protection.

So, you and Will. I was in love with him.

Will tried to be in love with me, but of course, he was gay, so you can imagine

how well that worked out.

Have we met somewhere before?

Did you drink in the mulcters?

That's it.

Faces across a crowded room.

It's funny you never bumped into Will. He was always out and about.

Well, here, if you need...

Do you know Federica Phelan?

Will's ex.

I knew of him.

I don't think he's around anymore.

Find the bastard who did this.

Will may have jumped, but someone drove him to the edge.

James? John Joe.

I thought you were in South America.

I came back.

So Will's dead, then?

I'm sorry.

Yeah, I'd imagine you must feel pretty guilty about that. I had no idea Will

suicidal. How could you possibly know, James?

You had to be around to see it.

We haven't seen each other in a while. I know.

It's complicated.

I'm sorry.

Really bad day.

You staying around?

Hello?

Hello?

The full DNA profile on the saliva's going to take a while. But we can safely

rule out 51 % of the population from the inquiry.

So there's a man?

Yeah, chromosomes 1X, 1Y.

On the top, and this hair.

Stuck in the red paint at the Reverend King's house. So assuming that that and

the saliva come from the same person, we're looking for a man with dark hair.

Not Will's dad, then.

Oh, I met Zoe Kenneth at the church today.

She's a bit upset. Maybe I should interview her alone.

If you think that's best.

Enjoy your reading.

One group photo has it going.

Isn't she the warden of Mayfield College?

Lady Hugh, yes. This is Dr. Kerry Melville. He was dean of Mayfield before

Reverend King.

Now, the garden is run through Mayfield.

Lady Hugh, Melville, and King must be the organisers.

Look at this.

Written to King.

From the desk of Lady Hugh, in reference to your previous letter, the decision

to remove you from the college committee on which you served was mine and mine

alone. Your rights of attendance were entirely in my gift, a confidence which

now have no hesitation in withdrawing.

Charlie Newton was right. King was losing friends.

Interesting header. May I see your college coat of arms?

Phoenix. That's where the garden got their logo.

Good work, Hathaway.

See what else you can find out. I'm going to talk to Lady Hugh.

My knight in shining armour.

Detective Inspector Lewis, lady here.

Inspector Lewis, I can't thank you enough.

The Assembly of the Wicked have enclosed me.

Please, what have I done to deserve police protection?

Oh, actually, I just happened to be popping, ma 'am. The merciful man doeth

to his own soul.

And that deserves a cup of tea, at least.

Oh, thank you, ma 'am.

So, what brought you to Mayfield in the first place, Inspector?

Oh, Robbie, please.

Robbie.

Well, I was doing some background research into the Reverend Francis King.

I don't know if you knew him.

That's a terrible business, his murder.

Well, apparently he worked with a group called The Garden, which was run by my

field colleague.

Oh, The Garden, yes. Well, that was one of our projects from many years ago now.

Could you tell me a bit about it? Well, it acted as a sort of mutual support

group, young people and their problem.

Christian answers to contemporary questions. Quite, yes.

I didn't have a hands -on role, you understand.

That was the Reverend King's department.

And Dr. Carey Melville?

Well, the garden was Carey's brainchild, but perhaps you know all this already.

You had a falling out with the Reverend King, is that right, ma 'am?

I wouldn't say that, no.

We found this.

It had no bearing on his death.

I'll be the judge of that, ma 'am.

I didn't kill him, and I wrote this letter. The two are not connected.

Lady Hugh, it wouldn't be difficult for us to find out what caused the rift

between you and Francis King.

Whatsoever a man soweth, so shall he reap.

An eye for an eye?

Well, I wouldn't go that far.

I decided that King was not of good character.

I have no concrete evidence to support my suspicions, and therefore my personal

opinions are of little use to the police.

Please feel free to contact me if you require anything else, but I would be

grateful if you did not, Inspector.

On the road from Gethsemane to Calvary, I lost my way.

Does that mean anything to you, ma 'am?

Nothing at all. What is it?

Will McEwan's suicide note.

Dear Hathaway, you knew Will McEwan and both his parents, as well as Cleodica

and the Reverend King?

Yes, ma 'am.

And you're okay with this, Lewis?

Yes, ma 'am. Should I not be?

A conflict of interest?

Sergeant Hathaway assures me not, ma 'am.

Right, what else?

Possibility that the murder's connected with Will McKeown's suicide.

I managed to find some financial documents.

There's a lot of money coming in recently.

It's not a fortune, in fact. I've heard from an accountant, UBF, in Switcourt.

Possibly he was blackmailing somebody or being bribed.

I also looked into Will McKeown's finances.

He had large regular cash payments going out of his account in the last three

years. He could have been buying King off.

Peter Cuthelan? No -one's had any contact with him?

No, Mum, but I was able to get his mobile number.

From who?

Zoe Kenneth, Will's friend.

It's a non -registered page you go mobile, so there's no postal address,

network rebels tell me that he was in the Oxford area in the last 24 hours.

Or at least his phone was.

The blackmail angle's a good one.

King was being paid from an account at UBS. That's unplaceable.

But which of our suspects would have a third bank account?

I bet you Will's dad does.

Thunder Fitch from the lab.

The dark hair at the Reverend King's house was dyed.

Difficult to say what the natural colour was because it's almost too small, but

it was a lot lighter.

Blonde, maybe red -headed, or grey.

Men who might have dyed their hair, Henry McEwan, Charlie Newton?

We're assuming the hair and saliva at King's place are from the same person.

Well, King might have had a drink with one person and then been murdered by

another. So the hair could have come from a man or a woman?

Or two or more people working together.

Are you overestimating the connection to Will's suicide?

No, the phoenix, that's the link.

Life born of fire, I mean, that's the killer telling us that King's death is

linked to the garden and it's phoenix and to Will.

I assume there was an accomplice and it's a woman.

Lady Hugh, maybe?

Will's mother?

What, Sadie McEwan?

Who knows, a case like this.

Zoe Kenneth? What colour's her hair?

Black, but you don't think that she... Let's find out more about her. Let's

out more about everybody.

You plan to go to Will's funeral?

Yeah. Keep your eyes and ears open.

Funerals and weddings, people tend to let their guard down.

Right.

Fedeca Phelan.

He's a redhead. Could have died it since.

Keep an eye open for him.

On the road from Gethsemane to Calvary, I lost my way.

Can that really be true?

If you do.

Hello, Mr. McKeown. Give me one of those.

Help!

Get off me!

I don't need anybody's help.

What's wrong with him?

He's been drinking.

If we all were here, he'd have died of embarrassment.

Hurry. James.

It's James, isn't it?

Terrible name, she said.

He's wrong, doesn't he?

Laughing at a funeral.

I can't imagine how she feels.

Will was wonderful.

I know at least ten people who, if ever they were in trouble, would have called

him first.

How do you mean?

That bathtub.

Number 96.

Started dating, which lasted all of six weeks.

So, Romeo and Juliet...

Will and Grace.

He was my best friend.

So mature.

Such a sweet boy.

Sweet.

So tragic.

Tragic how, sir?

Caught between two stations.

Who he was and who he should be.

Could you be more specific, sir?

Life born of fire.

He was losing his faith.

His heart was empty.

Such a sweet boy.

What did the Reverend King do to upset you so much?

Thirty pieces of silver.

For money lends.

What? Temple, Dr. Melville.

Dr. Melville.

There was quite simply the nicest person I knew.

Everyone who knew him said the same.

And something changed.

And that wonderful light we all saw in him just faded.

Sorry. Will said he believed in God as strongly as ever, but he truly wished he

didn't.

Faith, he said, is a curse.

He wanted me to read this poem.

The boy stood on the burning deck when Saul but he had fled.

The flame that lit the battle's wreck shone round him, oh, the dead.

Yet beautiful and bright he stood.

He was born to rule the storm.

A creature of heroic blood.

A proud, though childlike form.

That's a beautiful car.

James. John's there.

If you'll excuse me, I'm just going to say hi to Sadie.

That was a lovely reading, John.

Public school nonsense, really.

The world seemed to like it.

But it's all the way in the end for her.

It's Will's funeral.

Let's leave the formal police interview for another day, shall we? Yeah, no,

sorry.

I'm upset, you know.

Why is that?

Trying to avoid me.

You know what you did, don't you?

Unform.

You two friends?

Not really.

Close to Will?

Yeah, very.

You don't think he's worth interviewing?

Yeah, you're right. I should have said something before. I'm sorry.

Not like you can top the form.

It's just today, you know.

I'll speak to him.

Are you sure?

James, thank you for coming.

I'm glad to have caught you in the picture. I wondered... Maybe speak.

He loved Oxford.

He loved his life here.

And he brought his boyfriend home. That was a bit of a shock. But he was happy.

So I was happy too.

And then something had changed in him.

They growled endlessly until finally Peter could disappear.

Will faded away.

When did Will start seeing Zoe Kenneth?

A few months ago.

His first ever girlfriend.

He seemed more optimistic.

I really hoped it would work.

But then they split up and... Can you think what might have started Will's

deterioration?

New Year's Eve 2001.

That's the first time I really noticed it.

It must have been over the course of that year that Will started this self

-loathing.

And something else happened that year. Will joined a group called The Garden.

Not that he told me anything about it, but the timing, it all fits.

What if they did something to him?

John Joe said that faith is a curse.

And is it?

No, but it can make things difficult sometimes.

Why did you... I don't know my bit.

Leave the priesthood?

Yeah. None of your business.

Zoe Cannopham feared that your feeling never met, did it?

Nope.

But she gave you his number.

Basically gave it to her.

Oh, he gave her his ex -boyfriend's number? I don't know, why?

You'd say you got the number from Zoe and that you only knew... John Joe

slightly, I believe it. What is it?

Timing.

Will started to get depression, and you left the priesthood around the time the

two of you met up again in Oxford.

Something happened between the two of you that I don't know about?

No.

Lots of reasons folk take on allotments.

boredom's one, obsession's one.

Most common, though, frustration.

Nagging wife, noisy kids, trouble at work.

My kids are grown up.

My wife's died.

Ah.

Work, then.

I was retired. This could mean me every day.

Well, why don't you, then?

How do you trust somebody you don't really know?

You trust what you really know about them.

So why do you do it then?

The allotmenting?

I like beans.

Is Lady Hugh about?

I'm sorry, sir. She's not been in today.

Oh, OK. Thanks.

Excuse me. Got a light?

Sorry, don't smoke.

No one does these days. Now you look like a policeman.

What gave me away?

Your shoes.

Plus, I think I recognise you from court.

Oh, I'm a barrister, Nova Rose.

Sorry, is that a...? My real name, yeah.

Mother was a romantic.

Father was a Jew, Rosenbaum contracted Rose, Nova meaning new.

Mother's attempt at zeitgeist.

My mum only managed a Robert for me.

Not very edgy, I'm afraid.

Well, you could be a Rob or a Robbie or a Bert or a Bertie.

Splits in so many interesting ways.

Now, Bertie, tell me you've come to Mayfield College to arrest that old bag,

Anna Hugh.

I couldn't possibly comment, but no.

Well, you definitely should.

Homophobic old witch, can't stand her.

But then she can't stand me either, so we probably cancel each other out on

universal scale.

You never look at her and think, that has to be a man in drag.

I don't suppose you happen to know anything about Lady Hugh falling out

Reverend King, do you?

Oh, I might, as it happens.

Do you know, you're the second person to ask me that today.

Charlie Newton from the Herald, he's been sniffing around the same story.

If I were you, I'd speak to the owner of Communion.

Communion? The hot new ticket.

Oh, a nightclub.

The nightclub, Bertie.

And tell them I sent you. They owe me a favour.

Oh, that's me.

Yeah, I've got a desk.

Bertie, it's been a slice.

Mr. McEwen.

So, you're the owner of this club.

Yeah. Where else could I get this drunk for free?

I'm trying to establish a connection between Lady Hugh and the Reverend

King. I'm told you might be the missing link.

Told by whom?

Nova Rose.

Ah, Nova Rose.

What a peach.

She said you owe her a favor.

You try and buy a church from an Oxford college, there's a whole lot of

problems. All those saintly people in the way of the sale.

But Nova made them all disappear.

And at a discount, too.

Why would she do that, sir?

Old scores, old wounds.

Her and Lady Hugh.

That's a bad blood under that bridge.

Oh, shit, did I mix a metaphor?

Needs tequila.

Drink?

No, thank you. I have nothing to say to you, Sober.

I told you.

The building used to belong to Mayfield College.

Yeah, and her ladyship was most displeased that I was turning a house of

into a den of sin.

Money landed in the temple.

That's why the Reverend King fell foul of Lady Hugh, wasn't it then?

You bribed him to approve the sale of this building.

Ah, find us fair.

Perfectly standard in my line of work. I did nothing wrong.

He, on the other hand, violated all he held sacred as he handed me this

place for 30 pieces of silver.

And all it took was a little push.

But nothing faster than a fall from grace.

Do you know why I love this place?

God killed my son.

But in these four walls, I killed God.

He was my son.

My little boy, my little William.

Here's to my boy.

My queer little boy.

My beautiful baby.

I think you called and mysteriously forgot to leave a message.

I didn't know it was me, though. I don't know anyone else who'd listen to

chamber music.

Well, you should be a detective.

Let's go clubbing.

I can't.

I'm sorry.

I really can't.

I think I was trying to steal him away, which isn't true, but... Nova Conan, hi,

this is Jane Papaway. Nice to meet you.

Aren't you tall?

You were at the funeral, weren't you?

Yeah, I'm sorry about Will. That bloody God's what I blame.

Guilt tripping him to the edge.

Don't get me started, I'll ruin the night.

Drinks, anyone?

Come on, let's have some drinks.

Small, fabulous drinks with a little umbrella in them.

Did I mention I was gay?

Does it show?

I couldn't believe you got a phone!

The Warden of Mayfield College is barring us from using university land

assembly. Let her try.

It's one thing seven years at God awful public school taught me. You don't let

the bullies win.

I'm burning!

I'm burning!

Good night.

Eyes hurt, skin hurts, tongue too big for mouth.

Yeah, that's a good night.

Same killer, do we think?

Life's born of fire, definitely.

Death caused by magnesium sulfate.

It gets into the bloodstream. Feels like you're burning up from the inside.

Death by fire again.

There's a puncture in the drip bag.

Magnesium was diluted, so it would have taken time to reach the lethal dose.

And... There's a fingerprint, too.

Match that to the DNA on the wine glass at the Reverend King's. We've got our

man.

A few questions for you, Lady Q.

I didn't expect to see you at Will's funeral.

Who are you? What is all this?

I'm casting you in the leading role of my next film, Lady Q.

Alongside Reverend King.

King's dead?

I've got all the footage I need of him already.

So, how does it feel to have Will's blood on your hands?

Will's suicide is a tragedy. How am I involved with that?

On the road from Gethsemane to Calvary, I lost my way.

I think we both know what that means.

I have nothing to say to you.

You have no right to invade my privacy. I have every right.

I have the highest authority.

What do you mean by that?

Message from the grave, ladies.

Oh.

Will died with unfinished business.

Got it. The ID on our killer.

Took a bit of chasing down, but he's on the Northern Ireland system.

It matches the DNA from the saliva on the wine glass at the Reverend King's to

the fingerprints on the syringe at Dr Melville's. So who is it?

For your dick of feeling.

Our killer.

on this afternoon or later today.

No comment.

Life born of fire.

He's carved it with his paper knife and cut himself.

Look, left a blood sample.

It's handy.

Several blows to the head. First couple would have knocked her out.

Phoenix. Must have gotten Mayfield College.

It's a firebird treat like at King's.

Running out of ideas. That wasn't death by fire this time.

No, he hit her with Vulcan, Roman god of fire and volcanoes.

The phoenix killer strikes again.

Phoenix killer.

Don't have to start calling him that.

I'll bet you the fortune I'll never have, that blood's fear to kiss.

The messages, the fingerprints, the DNA evidence.

Why's he making it so obvious that it's him?

Lady Hugh's secretary's adamant that no one matching his description has been

anywhere near here.

Could someone have, I don't know, got a hold of some of Fiedecker's blood?

What about the saliva on the wine glass?

Oh, we don't know that the glasses belong to King. Someone could have

them to King's house, having had a drink with Fiedecker first to get the saliva

from him.

It all brings us back to the same question. Where is Fiedecker? Why does

ever see him?

Calm yourself down. No, I will not. Look, I'm a filmmaker. That's what I do.

make films. It's not a crime yet, is it? It's all right, Martin. I'll take it

from here. All right, Sarge.

Thank you.

Thanks, guys.

What are you doing?

Murdering bigots, according to your colleagues.

Before you asked, no, I didn't know it was going to happen.

If I had, I'd have brought a longer lens.

I need to show you something.

It's never wrong.

What was Fedeke's sacrifice?

I don't know. I haven't seen him in ages.

And I'm pretty sure Will still did.

He talked like Fedeke was still living around the corner.

I don't think he ever left Oxford.

Go on.

Wasn't really around that much.

The last few months, Will really kept us at arm's length.

I don't know why.

Maybe it's to spend more time with Zoe Kenneth.

Maybe he didn't want us to get to know her.

What did you make of all of that?

Weird.

Not to mention unhealthy.

How's your film going?

The ending breaks your heart.

You can use that clip of Will.

Make a film why love is never wrong.

Hey, why don't you talk to me about love?

Love? Me?

Yes, James, even you.

That little middle -aged heart of yours. No, don't patronise me just because I

don't go shagging every Friday night.

I love the bells of Oxford.

On the hour, every hour, like a soundtrack.

Yeah. I love the bells of Oxford.

And that's not middle -aged?

I'm happy with my life.

Yeah, right.

I'm very involved with Oxford Gay Rights, and Lady Hugh is very anti them,

clashed on several occasions.

But I didn't kill her.

No, we're pretty sure who did.

Theodica Phelan.

Who? Will's ex -boyfriend.

Oh, the Irish nutjob.

Sorry, Bertie, before my time.

Nutjob?

Well, from what Charlie and Conan say, he had a bit of a mad dog temper about

it. Could he have been blackmailing Will?

Large amounts of money going out to Will's account.

I doubt it. From what I heard, they were very much in love.

But as I say, before my time... So where did Will's money go?

I don't know.

Maybe Fiatica needed it. Maybe Will gave it to him willingly.

Maybe it was true love after all.

Not everything has to be cheapened by the exchange of funds.

I'm a lawyer with paying clients, I should know.

King was cheapened.

Henry McEwan's 30 Pieces of Silver.

King was greedy and about to retire.

Church pension would not keep him in the style to which he had become

accustomed.

It's all so pointless.

Will dead, then these church types?

I mean, just because I'm not down on my knees in prayer doesn't mean I wish them

dead.

1964 we abolished hanging. We're supposed to have moved on since then.

Fedeke, you think he's the killer?

Possibly not working alone.

Bertie, I like you.

So I hope you won't think this needlessly antagonistic. But if you're

to arrest me, you have to let me go.

And you're not going to arrest me, are you?

Kind of confess and get it over with.

I killed them. I killed them all. There you go.

Got a date waiting outside.

You know that. Six foot four. Brazilian. Oh.

This is police harassment.

Obstructing Rodrigo. Would you just drop the act? Just for a moment. Look, I

didn't kill anyone.

I've got the absolute right to act however I choose. That's freedom of

A freedom which you were prepared to fight Lady Hugh for? Oh, yes. I led a

legitimate protest against Lady Hugh, therefore I must have murdered her. No,

know who murdered her. Ferdica Phelan.

Ferdica?

Is he back in Oxford?

Has he been in contact with you?

No, he's not made contact with me.

Because the funny thing is, you're not the only person not to have seen him. In

fact, no one has seen him. And yet we have fingerprint and DNA evidence

him to the murder.

Oh.

Maybe he's got an invisibility cloak.

Or a very good accomplice.

How do you know Will?

Clumsy one -night stand at Freshers' Week, which turned into a lifelong

friendship.

I wasn't madly psychotically in love with him, if that's what you're asking.

The journalist Charlie Newton and you both ushered at Will's funeral.

He's my best friend.

We're the odd couple. And he hates the Reverend King and the organisers of

organised religion, as he put it, which includes Dr Melville and Lady Hugh.

OK.

OK.

You want the truth?

I just don't have it in me.

Murder.

But when you've got God on your side, you can do anything.

For me.

I just don't have the faith.

You do have a cause, though, don't you?

I'd say that's pretty much the same thing.

Well,

I finally heard back from the police in Brazil.

Bit of a problem with the translator, but basically the trail goes cold there.

He flies in three years ago and never leaves, or he leaves on a different

passport. How likely is that? An identity change?

Well, on the record, they're keen to flag up their progress in the fight

identity fraud. Off the record, they accept that it's right there.

He must be back in the country.

But then he's living under an assumed name.

Why did you and Will McEwen fall out when you were kids?

It's not relevant to the case.

He came out to me that summer when we were 14.

I think he thought that the kiss and everything would be roses, but...

But, you know, we were kids, and kids are stupid. I couldn't be anything other

than a horrible teenager.

So what did you do?

I laughed at him.

Might as well have shot him in the face. He hated me for that.

Don't blame him.

Are you... I'll go and ask.

No, it doesn't matter.

You've been dying to ask.

No, it's none of my business.

Maybe you really want to know.

Well, okay.

What?

Are you?

What?

Are you gay?

What does that mean?

You know what that means.

What, there's boys and girls in a nice neat straight line down the middle end?

Gays will be like shoes in musicals and straights will be reloaded and eat

Yorkie bars. No, no.

We've got some finer definition then, sir. Loaded in Yorkie bars? How stupid

you think I am, man? I just... That's none of my business.

You're right.

Wonder what I know.

All three of the victims were well known in the Oxford area.

We're asking that anybody who may know the whereabouts of Fedeca Phelan should

contact us immediately.

One at a time, please.

Charlie Newton, Oxford Herald. How much do you think these killings have been

motivated by the suicide of Will McEwan?

Mr.

Newton?

Hang on, I'll call you back.

How do you know that you're not telling us?

I got sent this today. It's from Will.

He wants me to expose the garden.

blow the lid off their lies, and this is supposed to help me. The trouble is

that it's the ramblings of a deranged soul, and I'm still not actually sure

they did.

I did make sense of this bit, though.

The garden based their method on the stations of the cross, a bit like the 12

-step program.

And the final stage is resurrection, your problem solved.

But in order to get there... You have to go through Calvary.

Yes.

The crucifixion.

The hard has passed.

Will lost his way before then.

Why did Will go to them? I think he and Fiedeke were having problems and they

were using it as some sort of relationship counseling.

I know he left the group, but then changed his mind and went back. I don't

why.

But it wasn't suicide.

I'm sure of that.

They killed him, Inspector.

Yeah. They're kind of close to meet us.

I didn't realize we were linking those murders to Will's death.

Well, it's one avenue we're exploring.

I know you were very close to Will. I mean, more than just friends.

Very private.

Yeah, I understand that.

But if you could... Sir, maybe it's not relevant.

No, it's fine.

This Fedeca Phelan could be a suspect. I mean, if he thinks the garden was

responsible for Will's death. Will said Fedeca killed himself.

He couldn't cope with being gay the same on his family.

That's why Will wanted the suicide kept secret.

And that's why Will was so depressed.

It had nothing to do with the garden.

And you think Federica's dead?

He sent Will a letter.

Suicide note.

I don't know if he really went through with it. There was no body found.

But Will believed it.

Federica's sacrifice, he called it.

Can you believe Peter is dead?

Maybe. But if you wanted to disappear, fake suicide's the perfect way, so keep

your eyes peeled.

Percy!

You look like a fish out of water.

I feel like one.

They just love it, though.

I was supposed to be in court, but my partner insisted on pain of death.

Is she here?

She?

Inspector. Sergeant. Hello. Mr. Newton.

So am I right in thinking that if Lady Hill hadn't been killed, you'd have had

to cancel the gay pride march?

Yep. Ding dong, the witch is dead.

Hey, look at you two all casual.

This is us dressing down.

We're not very good at it.

What do you make of our streaming spires?

Interesting. Can I have everyone's attention?

Yeah,

just wait. I want to hear what this blog's got to say.

Well, it nearly didn't happen.

I'd love to dedicate this year's streaming fires to my good friend Will

Will couldn't be here today.

Here's one.

I have to tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there were two men in love.

They were nice men, never hurt anybody.

But they rowed sometimes, as lovers do, so they joined a group, a bit of

couples' council.

The group was called The Garden.

And it lived for one reason.

Pure gays.

Like with some disease.

And they got inside the head of this man.

And they made him hate himself and his one true love.

I reached out. I did.

I asked a good friend.

I said, is this really what God wants for me? And he said, yes. So I went

And they ripped me apart.

But I'm telling you now.

Because I can see it so clearly.

Love is never wrong.

The friend Will went to, was that you?

You knew what the garden did.

You knew why Will killed himself all the time.

I didn't care.

By the way, why Born of Fire?

All along you knew.

It wasn't like that. What do you mean it wasn't? What was it if it wasn't like

that? It wasn't planned. You lied to me.

I didn't. How old are you? You lied.

Sir. I trusted you. I always trust you. You sent me to my face.

I don't know what the garden is, didn't you? Sir. Didn't you?

Yeah. At times I gave you the chance. I asked you the question. You could have

said. You've no idea what this would be like, me. Why is that then, do you

think? Well, you're lying and you cover up. You're not listening to me.

I never meant to hurt Will.

Hurt him?

How? Oh, with kids, you know. Kids are stupid. You can forgive kids, but

You ever been so sure that you were right and then you look back and you

believe what you thought?

Tell me. I was training to be a priest. It was so exciting. I was surrounded by

people that thought just like me and I thought just like them. But then these

things that they say, it's so easy. Like breathing, you just believe it. And I

believed that being gay was wrong.

Will came to you for advice.

I didn't understand what he was asking. I was just bloody sure I was right.

He said to me, can God love me without change? And I said...

Men who commit indecent acts with other men will receive due punishment for

their perversion.

So Will went back to the garden.

And they ate him up.

And I could see that it was my blind faith that had destroyed any chance of

ever allowing himself to love.

And that's why you gave up the priesthood.

You always understood his suicide note. Yeah, but I had to see the case through

the garden. I denied it. You could have told me. I wanted to, but...

Born of fire. What does it mean? I don't know. I promise.

Well, I'm sorry, Sergeant. It's not that easy to believe you anymore.

Sir. You lied to me. Forget Will. Forget the case. You lied to me. To me.

Please. No.

Just... No. Go away. I don't want to see you.

Bad day?

Like you wouldn't believe.

You know the problem with living on your own. What's that?

You're on your own.

Come back to mine.

I don't want to be on my own.

What, what? Mum, come in.

Just checking on your progress today.

Well, no sightings on Fedeca Freeland, but some activity.

He seems to have set his sights on Sergeant Hathaway.

Good God, why?

Because of his friendship with Will.

Anyway, I've got a protection team keeping tabs on Hathaway, so if Fedeca

a move... Well, maybe he'll show his face tonight.

Lewis, you and Hathaway, have you fallen out? It's fine, but thanks, Mum.

So what's your lead now?

Well, Fiatica's prints are on this, too.

So either he's the killer or he's been set up.

If it's the latter, that'd be somebody we've already met.

How can you be certain?

Well, only a handful of people know enough about Hathaway and Wilde to have

reason to do this.

But... But what?

I've drawn a blank.

I don't know.

I haven't told you this, but you remind me of my inspector when I was a

sergeant.

Felt like half the time I was just there for him to bounce ideas off. And

mostly, that was enough.

I'm sure you've got the time.

Well, my busy, exciting, so -called life.

Drink?

Yeah, why not?

I think I've ever drunk so much in my life.

I'm trying to make myself cry.

What's wrong with me?

There's nothing wrong with you.

There's nothing wrong with me.

So there are three options.

One, Fyrdek is the killer.

Two, he's being set up and he's alive.

Three, he's being set up and he's dead.

I think not.

Of course, there is a chance the fourth option, which is that he's alive and

working in cahoots with somebody else.

What does this mean?

The significance of names?

Well, the killer's obsessed with symbolism. I just wondered if there

double meaning in a name or something.

Fyrdek using an alias or working with somebody else who is.

I know this great sight.

My sister's having a baby.

Look, we have.

Now, if we put in, let's say, Robert, it means... Right thing.

I know.

Try the names of some of the other here suspects.

If that's all right with you, Mum.

Yeah, Lewis.

What?

When?

Uniform of lost Hathaway, somewhere in Jericho.

I really like you, James.

You're trembling.

It's been a while.

It doesn't matter.

If you're not ready, then that's fine.

Hold on.

Music. Especially for you. I need to get the iPod. Don't go anywhere.

Charlie.

Charles, meaning man, army or warrior. Any of you? No. Try Henry.

From Heimrich, meaning home ruler.

How about Conan?

Little wolf or hound.

Is there any way of doing it the other way around? Putting in the meaning

Yeah. Hang on.

Okay, go on.

Put in life born of fire.

I'm going to break it up. Let me put life in separately.

Come on.

Zoe means love. Try Kenner.

And the Gaelic Kennaid and Kennaid means... Born of

fire. Zoe Kenner. I'm born of fire.

bit drunk.

Just a sedative.

Don't worry.

I didn't want the flames to hurt you.

Despite it all, I like you.

In fact, I always did.

Really?

Not my real name.

I'm afraid you don't know me at all.

I do know every twisty founder of that hateful garden.

Because I loved Will and they destroyed him.

Will wouldn't have wanted you to... I didn't do it for him, I did it for me.

But if he couldn't love me, because of them, every time I tried to touch him

he'd pull away, and that look in his eyes, that... And what I

did to make him happy, you can't imagine.

You can't imagine.

It all began with you, James.

Twice, Will reached out to you. Twice, you turned away.

One word from you and none of this would have happened.

No garden, no suicide, no life born of fire.

Fedeca DNA, how?

Fedeca was here all the time.

He's in this room now, standing right next to you.

He went to Brazil, but he didn't come back.

My sacrifice, James.

I'm the fear to go.

I should be in here somewhere.

Wait.

Wait. Yeah, I knew it.

Zoe Tennant, 31 Dalton Street, Jericho. 31 Dalton Street, Jericho, now.

Brazil, the thick -chained capital of the world.

Imagine that, because I loved him so much.

And he... He could finally be with a woman.

Well, almost bankrupted himself paying for it.

New chin, new cheeks, new nose, dye the hair, lose the accent.

I am the phoenix, James, rising from the ashes.

That's better.

The firebird's free.

I lost the man I love, and I killed the people I hated.

And now there's only you and me, and the cleansing fire.

Life born of fire, James.

You and me.

Get her in the car.

They're going to need an ambulance for this one.

Get up.

Come on.

Thank you.

Hello, Sergeant.

How long have I been there?

Quite a while.

You were drugged.

Sorry.

She didn't.

I'm sorry.

You saved me.

Call me some melodramatic.

So, how are you feeling?

Hungover.

Well, I just wanted to make sure you...

Here.

I'm giving up the allotment.

Why is that, then?

Too relaxing.

I'll save all that for me retirement.

Is that going to happen any time soon?

Not for a little while.

Mr Lewis.

Mr Cooper.

Your work problem, that all sorted out?

It is, yeah.

Mind you are.

Folks have lots of reasons for giving up allotments.

Some can't hack it. Some get bored.

Some don't like being outside in our glorious British weather. And others,

just remember they're needed somewhere else.

Goodbye, Mr Lewis.

50 o 'clock.

There are interviews with the cast of Lewis and more at itv .com forward slash

drama. After the news, next here on ITV1, a trip behind the scenes at the

Opera House in Covent Garden.

Acclaimed director David McVicar is the subject of tonight's Southbank show at

ten past eleven.