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Don't milk it.

Fill it.

Get me a doctor.

I've been shot.

We're here, mate. We're back at the
garage.

Time to get off.

All right?

Yep.

I affirm the evidence I give shall be
the truth, the whole truth, and nothing

but the truth.

That it was dark, dusty, confined.

I lifted the lid from the...

Uh, the, uh... water system.

And, uh...

Yeah.

You don't remember thing and get on the
bus.

No, but he could have got on at any
stage. There's only four stops on the

and I usually get out to stretch my legs
or have a cuppa.

And the vehicle's not locked. Some of
the older passengers just like to come

along for the views and prefer to stay
on board.

All right, well, look, if you have a
word with a comfortable Nick from there,

he'll want to take full stay.

Hi.

Is that James today?

He's in court.

Nick is off clotheslines again.

Let's hope the judge shows leniency.

It's a Zielinski case.

So, what have you got for me?

Suspicious death.

Middle -aged?

Overweight?

Smoker?

Been drinking, too.

Have I had a pound for every suspicious
that turned out to be a common garden

heart attack?

How about the blood on his chin?

Could have bit his tongue, people do.

Any idea on him?

He, uh...

Found the girl, didn't he? That boy.

He's a big lad.

Oh, you boys.

Never let anyone in.

What is that, do you suppose?

Learned behaviour, father and son?

Monkey see, monkey do.

Seriously?

Have you seen anyone?

Like who?

A counsellor. He'll be all right.

Better than Dr Stephen Black.

Take it all back.

It wasn't a heart attack.

We need to establish where he joined
this magical mystery tour.

Nobody saw him get on?

Well, you know, these tours, people are
so busy gawping, they don't pay much

heed to their fellow travellers.

I might notice that there was a colt sat
next to me.

There's an itinerary. See if we can find
out if anybody saw him along the way.

Where would he be?

Kidlington, for starters.

Tudor Crescent, where he lived.

I'll try and find out a bit more about
him.

How'd it go?

Selinsky changed his plea after all of
that.

Result, then?

What? Remanded for sentencing pending a
social report which will probably say he

had a very unhappy childhood.

And did he?

Who didn't? We don't all go around
abducting ten -year -old girls, do we?

Court's decision, thankfully.

We just nick them.

My God created beer.

Listen... You didn't find her?

I don't know.

Oh, you'll probably bump into Hooper and
some of the other lads on your travel.

There was a firearms incident at one of
the staging posts this morning.

Creveco... Creveco Hall.

Oh, stand two. It's the Brain's Trust.

Heard you got a body on a bus, Sarge.
And you?

One of that lot shot one of that lot.

Reenactment Society.

Only some daft sod actually loaded his
rifle. Must get Hooper.

Apparently there was a battle here back
in the day.

God knows what it was about, though.
About the divine right of kings, English

Civil War.

It wasn't a battle, it was a skirmish.
Third Siege of Oxford, May 1646.

Graduate entry scheme, eh? Where would
we be?

The house is just up there, if that's
what you're looking for.

Can't miss it. It's a great big ship of
a place.

You've never seen anything like it.

You have one message.

Stephen, it's me.

It's gone eleven.

Where are you?

You've reached the voicemail for Frances
Woodville. Please leave a message after

the tone.

Excuse me?

Why are there police cars all over
the... James?

Oh, my God.

It's James Hathaway, isn't it?

Let's call it.

Yeah.

Who's that with Scarlet?

This one, I think.

How can you tell?

Looks like it was this one.

Places were answered with them.

Well, if Philip will go getting himself
shot.

You know, I think perhaps I should call
Titus and see what the hospital says.

What do you think, darling?

Only just with the phone down. I'm not
asking you to do it, am I?

Not sure I can quite see you as a
father, Hathaway.

Nor could I, in the end.

What about you? What have you been doing
with yourself?

Me? I'm one of the idle rich.

Surely you've read about us.

I read that you got married.

Yes, Fabio. That was... I'd almost
forgotten about him.

We all make mistakes.

You? Mistakes? Plenty, I'm sure.

Of the matrimonial variety?

No.

Perhaps we should compare notes?

Sorry.

Good. Well, it's, uh... Would you call
me?

Or not?

I don't have your number.

You're a detective, aren't you?

Sir? You're not on piecework, you know.
Sir?

It's all progress.

No one remembers anyone matching Black's
description at Blenheim or Woodstock.

Might have more luck with the other
staff of him, if you can find one. After

here, I'm off to Letchley.

Where's here?

Cravecore Hall.

What about you?

I'm still at Tudor Crescent.

Looks like our Dr Black was an academic.

In Oxford?

Who would have thought?

Oh, it's our crossword fiend. God help
us.

And there's some letters here from
Lonsdale College.

Is that it?

No, I'm going to want you to follow up
a, um...

Francis Woodville. She left a message on
his answer phone.

Oh, and we're going to want animal
welfare out.

Yes, sir?

That's correct,

sir. Hopkins, sir. James Hathaway.

Good heavens.

Oh, bless me, my...

Apologies, I should have recognized you
at once.

How very nice to see you again at
Kravka, sir. After all this time, what's

been now?

Oh, near enough 20 years. 20 years.

Well, butchering Sundance right again,
sir.

Your parents still live at the
gatehouse?

My father passed away, I'm afraid, sir,
some years ago.

I'm sorry.

Thank you, sir.

Mother remarried.

Lives in Guernsey, you know.

I'm sorry, sir.

Blimey. I'm sorry, Mr. Hopkins.

No, no, absolutely my fault.

Very kind of you to say so, sir.

Just stand there, girl. Clear it up.
Spit spot.

If you'll come this way, sir, I'm afraid
we're all sixes and sevens at present

with preparations for Lady Garlick's
engagement.

Detective Sergeant Hathaway, Mr...
Hathaway?

Well, I... James?

James!

James the Just. That's what we used to
call you, wasn't it?

I don't remember that. That was a long
time ago, wasn't it?

You're here about the accident, I
suppose. I understand Philip doesn't

press charges.

Philip. Oh, Philip Coleman, my late
sister's boy.

He was a bit older than you.

No, my lord, I'm trying to trace the man
who may have visited here today, Dr

Stephen Black.

Titus is back from the hospital with
Philip.

Oh, I was just telling James he doesn't
want any sort of fuss.

Please do excuse my husband. He's
terribly rude sometimes.

Selina, what name?

How do you deal?

Sergeant Hathaway is with the police,
darling.

Oh. He used to live here.

Well, on the estate, of course. Did you?

Good heavens, what a small world.

So you're going to come, darling?

Come see him?

Well, I'm sure the sight of you alone
will be sufficient to revive his

my darling.

But yes, I'll be along later.

It's very nice to meet you.

You too.

So, where were we? Dr Black, my lord.

Ah, well, there have been a couple of
thousand people through here today.

best talking to...

Ralph Graham, my state manager. He
organizes the open day. Damn you, Soots.

Bless you.

No bless you, please.

He should be at Lodge Farm.

If you can remember the way, or I can
get... I'm sure I'll find my way, sir.

Well,

it's wonderful to see you again.

A policeman.

Your parents must be very proud of you.

Oh, forgive me, I took the liberty.

About a 15 and a half, would you be?

No, thanks, Paul, it's no need. Can't go
about like that, sir. Not an official

business. I have this washed and ironed
and sent on.

Here.

as my very best girl.

I'm fine.

Are you all right?

Me? Well, I haven't been shot, so...

Darling girl, whatever's the matter?

I don't know.

I... I saw the police and, um... I don't
know what I thought.

But you mustn't worry.

It's all going to be all right.

Of course it is.

Of course it is.

But, Jim, keep it from your intended, I
think, don't you?

After all, it's just an accident.

We'll carry on as if it never happened.

That's it.

Help you with something?

Mr Graham?

Yes? Sergeant Hathaway, Oxford Police.
I'm trying to trace the movements of

someone who was here today.

The reenactment, is it?

Possibly. You wouldn't have CCTV here,
would you?

No, nothing like that.

Briony, can you walk Thimble out?

Dad, Ty was just going to take me to
town.

Well, I'm sure he won't mind waiting ten
minutes, will you, my lord?

Not at all, Mr Graham. I'll come with
you.

What about the chapel?

Does it still have visitors, Bug? It
does, yes.

Although you'll need to ask at the house
for a key.

Oh, unless the folly's closer, I believe
Father Jasper keeps a spare.

Cheers.

I'm not sure where health and safety
stand on pets.

Belonged to Dr Black, ma 'am. I didn't
like to leave it.

That's what animal welfare's for.

There was a lorryload of hens went over
on the bypass.

Bit of a flap on, you might say.

James back, yeah?

He's still out at Cravecore Hall, boss.
And some posh sort.

One of the family, I think.

She knew him, anyway.

At least that was the impression I had.

What was that?

Yeah, look, right at home he did.

Hobnobbing with Lord and Lady Muck. Have
you got a report on the shooting for

me? Yes, ma 'am.

And the key was like this.

Page one, junior detective's manual.
Don't touch anything.

I found this on the queue over there.

Today's date and Tudor CR.

Tudor Crescent, Dr Black's home address.

This is a murder weapon.

I'll need a match for blood and hair,
but it's not inconsistent with the

injury's cause.

So he was sitting there, waiting.

Somebody clocked him round the back of
the head.

After it's the killer stuffed the murder
weapon back into Black's briefcase.

Having taken?

Couldn't say.

I thought you knew the place.

Hooper said.

Did he?

Impression he got?

My father was the Mortmain's estate
manager. I lived here until I was 12

old.

So you know them then, up at the hall?

Knew, sort of. Me and some of the other
kids off the estate used to play with

the Mortmain.

What?

I just never had you down as one of the
kids off the estate.

How far are we here from the coach park?

Half a mile.

Yeah, which begs the question, how did
the killer get Black's body from the

chapel to the coach park in broad
daylight without any... What is that?

That's a folly.

This prison occupant is a Father Jasper.

I tried to raise him when I first
arrived but couldn't get any answer.

keep a spare key to the chapel in there,
though.

I think we'd better knock a bit harder
this time, don't you?

Oh.

It was here.

When?

Yesterday. The day before, possibly. I'm
not sure.

Has something happened?

You overlook the chapel?

I do, yes.

You haven't seen anyone coming or going
today?

No. No, I've been a prayer.

Or at least tried to be.

With the noise of the shooting, I could
barely complete my exercises.

Spiritual exercises. A series of...
prayers and contemplations laid down by

Saint Ignatius of Loyola. You're a
Jesuit, Father.

I am.

You haven't had cause to visit the
chapel yourself at all?

No. As I say, I've been here the whole
time.

You wouldn't have seen this man around
Craig Coor today, or...

Father?

No. Are you sure?

Quite.

Thanks. We'll leave you to your room.

If you could spare some time from your
devotions to meditate on when it was you

lost all the key.

Of course.

The President Markquist tied in the 12th
is Augustus. What does he do?

He's a Marquess.

And until last year he was chair of the
family bank.

You won't have heard of it.

Naturally. Well, it's the investment
bank, not an issue in stocks and shares.

Was? Went under.

Lost with all hands, I believe. Augustus
got out before it turned turtle.

But a vast majority of shareholders...
Caught a cold, did they? More like the

Spanish flu.

Augustus didn't inherit until he was in
his forties. Two children, one from each

of his two wives.

Scarlet from Jacinta, who died, and
Titus, the son and heir, from Selina,

present lady mortmain.

Not much chance of running into a Joan
or a Doreen round Cravker Hall, then,

Not above stairs, sir. No.

Is this going to take long, gentlemen?

I hope not, madam.

Look, Inspector, do you mind telling us
what's going on?

You are who, sir?

Philip Coleman, Lieutenant Colonel,
Oxford Rifles.

Retired. Well, I'm sorry to
inconvenience you, but I will need

each of you as to your movements today.

Our movements? Good heavens, that sounds
terribly sinister.

James?

The man we talked about earlier, my
lord, Dr. Black, we have a strong reason

believe he was murdered here today.

At Gravecourt? You're not serious.

Very likely in your chapel.

Good God!

Surely you don't imagine that this man's
death has anything to do with us.

It's purely procedural.

But I would be grateful, sir, if you
could give us a list of all your

Also, any other members of staff who
live out.

Well, yes, of course, of course.

Um, Hopkins can provide you with all...
You need for the staff, and as for the

tenants, Ralph Graham.

He'll tell you anything you need to
know.

Well, Gus has told me you knew my
predecessor when you were a boy.

A little, yeah.

You know, people say we look alike.

Do you think so?

I don't remember well enough, I'm
afraid.

You and his daughter have been married?

I was 17.

And yes, before you ask, it did cause
something of a stir.

That bother you?

Not in the slightest.

When tongues wag, one must just stare
back and smile.

Which, of course...

Usually are nice people, all the more.

We mustered at her leverish.

Began the reenactment at midday.

Got shot.

That's about it.

All in all, I've had better days.

Has it been ascertained yet which of the
reenactors loaded his musket?

Well, I don't think anyone's going to
own up to it.

I was rather hoping you were a lot of my
help with that. But there's no one with

whom you've had a falling out or a...
Oh, hope not.

Quite a decent chap, if a little mad.

Mostly culls from the estate.

When I say cull, press gang, to be close
to the truth.

Graham, Ralph Graham, can be a bit of a
carter, you know.

I was only called in at the last moment.

Oh, really?

Yes, Scarlet Appiance was due to do the
honours, but he dropped out.

You've definitely never met Stephen
Black. Are you sure about that? No, I'm

afraid not.

How long have you been at Kreb Kerr, is
that what they call it?

Six months.

You're being somewhat strange.

I think never to look at that snapshot.

Do you know, I may have seen him down by
the lake.

Today? No, no, this was a couple of
weeks ago.

Early in the morning I was walking the
dogs, and then a few days later in the

evening. What were they doing?

Wandering up to the chase.

I took him for staff or a tenant.

Can't be sure it was him, but pretty
certain.

Hopkins will know.

Mr. Hopkins?

Yes, he spoke to him.

I didn't attend the reenactment myself.

I took his lordship across, of course,
and then returned to my duties here.

Would you root back of taking you
anywhere near the chapel?

No, sir, I came back by the chaise.

You didn't see anyone unexpected,
loitering about?

No, sir, not at all. The place was as
quiet as you pleased.

What about this man?

Have you ever seen him around Creve Coe
at any time?

Yes, actually, a few weeks ago.

I was on my way back from the summer
house and I was going crossing the lawn.

So I stopped and asked him his business.

What did he say?

I can't be 100 % certain, but I think he
said he was looking for Lodge Farm.

Hmm.

Goodnight. Mum.

Bye now.

A letter from Mr Hopkins.

I won't ask.

So?

Selina was due to ride out this morning
with Scarlett, but she cried off an

amygdala and took a couple of tablets
and went to bed.

Anyone vouch for her?

She says she spoke to a Professor
Pelham, art historian. He's looking into

of his lordship's paintings. He's a
fellow of Lonsdale College Room.

What about the daughter, Scarlett?

I write at the same time as I did, so I
think.

And? Flying visit, apparently, according
to Suna. She was dropping off some

place cards for engagement and having a
big do day after tomorrow.

So as Lordship said.

You don't really think any of them are
involved, do you?

Well, we'll have a clearer idea once we
find out a bit more about Dr Black.

Oh, did you get on to Francis Woodville?

Oh, sorry, sir, I haven't had a chance.

No, it's all right.

Not to worry, I'll track her down. You
cut along.

What about the estate manager?

Graham, it's all right, I'll take it.

You've had a long day.

Caught himself off.

You know, Jake.

I'll go then, sir. Nothing else.

No, no. Nothing else.

No.

I'll take a night here, then.

Thanks for walking me back.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, why wouldn't it be?

I don't know, you just seemed a bit... I
don't know, not yourself tonight, a bit

far away.

I'm all right.

I do love you, you know.

Dad might see.

He'll be asleep by now, won't he?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Lodge Farm?

Hang on a minute, I'll just get him for
you.

Dad?

I just checked the yard.

Look, Dory.

Body was found round a corner in the
barn here, Mum.

Looked like good a sight, but can't be
sure.

OK.

From all I've been able to get out of
her, Pikes has dropped her off around

midnight. She assumed her father had
gone to bed, so she did the same

Just her? Is that no brothers or
sisters?

Just her. The mother walked out on them
nine years ago.

Contact details?

Remembered me how to buy your leave.
Came back one day and she just cleared

Hard on the girl, I suppose.

Wouldn't have thought there was any
suppose about her.

Mum?

I'll see what he wants.

I've been working him a bit hard, Mum.

This Zielinski business can't have
helped.

I don't suppose so, no, Mum.

Suicide? A good morning wouldn't go
amiss.

Sorry. I should think so.

I'm a game girl, God knows. But picking
through brain and bone before breakfast,

I call above and beyond.

But, yeah.

Nothing to say otherwise.

A preliminary swab for gunpowder residue
suggests he'd recently discharged a

firearm. I suppose he left a note.

Nothing in his pockets.

Time of death an hour or two before
10pm.

Does that help?

I called in here about eight. Couldn't
raise anyone, so... Anyway, when you

finish here, I'd like all the rest of
the estates swabbed.

The working estates, sir, likely is not
at least half the subjects you'll test

positive. Well, that would rule out the
other half, wouldn't it?

I wouldn't read too much into the
absence of a goodbye cruel world, sir.

Statistics in the suicide notes and
Graham's demographic is in the 12 to 20

range. How did you get this stuff?

The back material boxes.

What?

Let's just say some days I'm very
grateful you're on our side.

Garlic walkings intended, I believe.

Who's the lucky lad?

Tarek Shamali, city boy.

Shamali? What's that, Saudi?

Lebanese. Father works in shipping.

How had your dad been recently?

Nothing worrying him or... I don't know.

Financial trouble.

Is there anyone I can contact for you
and Aunt, Uncle, Grandparents?

No.

No, it was just us.

Anyone I can notify of school?

I'm waiting to head back on a place at
Music College.

That your thing, is it?

Music?

My mum put me to it when I was little.

We didn't have a piano then, but his
lordship used to let me practice on the

in the summer house.

That's good of him.

Yeah.

He's been very kind.

Since mum... She used to take me down
there a couple of times a week.

How old were you when she left?

It was just before my seventh birthday.

Hey, hey, hey.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's nothing.

Excuse me.

Oh, okay.

I need to clean this up a bit. All
right.

You might not want to be found.

The girl is 16 years old. Whatever her
mother's fallout with Graham was about,

she's a duty to her daughter. Find her.
Make that clear.

What's bitten his holiness' backside?

I don't think it'll bite yours if you
don't step to.

Running all the way, boss.

Hey, you do realise what's going on
there? Yeah, I've got eyes.

But it's not an excuse for you to go
dishing it out to the troops.

Come on, what's up?

I'm fine.

Breathe in.

Well, this is terrible news.

Did he leave any indication as to why?

I rather hoped you might be able to help
us for that.

Didn't his wife leave him?

That's right.

Linda, yes, that's right.

He never quite recovered.

Poor chap.

Wasn't there talk at the time that she'd
run off with one of the labourers? How

was that?

Oh, we'd had some chaps working here on
a Millennium Grant project.

The rumour was that she'd become
involved.

Backstairs gossip. I never gave it any
credit, Michelle.

Good man, Graham.

Not many like him around.

Poor Briony.

Well, we shall see she has all she
needs, of course.

That'll be a matter for social services,
you're right.

Well, naturally.

I'm just thinking... Well, Titus.

He was so very fond of her.

Miula.

Mrs. Graham helped out sometimes when we
were short, as Briony does now, but she

was never starved. That's for the
Egyptians.

Oh, and make sure you change the water
for the lilies. Yes, sir.

Jim was a great shock to us all when she
just upped and left, sir, I must say.

Free no need, call me sir, Paul.

It would be inappropriate for me to
presume to familiarity on the basis of a

childhood association.

Do you...

Think back much, sir, to those days?

We all used to play together, do you
remember?

You, me, Lady Scarlet, all the other
boys and girls.

Down in the woods, hide -and -seek, in
and out of all the old sheds and barns.

So long time ago.

Oh, yes.

Happy days, as I remember them.

Magnificent, isn't he?

Richard Mortmain.

1607, 1668, Fourth Marquess of Tygen.

Bloody Richard, they called him, and not
without cause.

William Dodson?

Allegedly. Hence, yours truly.

You've a good eye?

That's more a process of elimination,
really, the Oxford connection, and he

both here during the war, wasn't he?

Indeed he was, and painted most of the
leading royalists.

No signature.

Well, the canvas may have been reframed
at some point, so we're going to give

the old boy a bit of a wash and brush up
and see if we can't settle the

attribution. There's some doubt, is
there?

Some. There's been additional work done
to the canvas.

For retouching. More than that, certain
details appear to have been added.

Folly. That's the most obvious
anachronism, yes. It wasn't built until

after this was painted.

When were they added?

Well, that's what I hope to ascertain.

May affect the price, you see. Price?

Oh, yes.

His Lordship is looking to realise the
value of the greater part of the

collection.

What are we looking for in such thing?

Anything that links Black with Ralph
Graham.

So, what else did Pop Pelham say?

Well, he confirmed that he saw Senior
yesterday around midday, and he knew

Black, slightly.

How was that?

Through Lonsdale College. Matter of
fact, he'd sent him a letter recently.

What about?

Well, he'd heard on the British
Telegraph that Pelham was working on the

collection, and he asked if he might see
his way clear to giving him a private

viewing. Pelham turned him down.

It's not the done thing.

What did he want with the paint?

James.

I found a bunch of letters at Dr.
Black's home.

Love letters.

Appeared to be from Linda Graham.

Appeared? Well, we haven't got any
writing to compare them with, but there

some snaps of her in with them,
including one with Bryony.

So what's the theory?

Graham tracks down the man his wife ran
off with, gets him to Cravecore Hall on

some pretext or other, kills him and
then does himself in before you can put

and two.

What? Well, I don't know, Mum.

It just seems too neat, almost, you
know? Murder and suicide, it's not

No, no.

Of course not.

So, that's that, then.

You arranged to meet Dr Black yesterday.

We found your number on his answer file.

Yeah, he called a couple of days ago.

Ask me to meet him at the tower.

When he didn't turn up, well... You
heard my message.

Now I know why.

What did he want?

He wouldn't say.

Fond of a bit of cluck and dagger was
our Stephen.

You wouldn't happen to know what he was
working on?

By all accounts, he'd been pretty much
living at the Bodleian.

Chief librarian.

Might shed some light.

When did you last see him? A couple of
months ago.

College dinner to celebrate his
appointment to the Commonwealth Chair.

Now, how did he seem?

Tiggerish.

He said in that rather grand way he had
that his great work was about to reach

its apotheosis.

And what did you take that to mean?

Impossible to say with Stephen.

Especially in his cup.

Oh, he liked a drink, did he?

I like a drink.

Stephen, it was the real thing.

Doesn't sound like you thought a lot of
him.

We had our moments.

He borrowed much of the work which
underpinned my doctorate to secure the

Commonwealth Chair.

That's against the rules, isn't it? Have
you been in Oxford long?

Stand as a pint, I'll give you the
grizzly.

Here, let me... plant the bear.

Thank you.

It doesn't hurt terribly.

I think I'll survive.

Darling, I wonder if I could persuade
you to tear yourself away from Philip

just a few moments.

These Shimalis are getting a little
weary of my company, I fear.

All right.

What was Stephen like?

Well, that would depend on whether you
mean before or after the accident.

What accident?

About six years ago, he ran his car into
the student, Freddie Randall.

The boy's fault, the coroner said as
much.

How was that?

Loud had been drinking. He just stepped
out in front of the car.

Nothing he could have done, but Stephen
Vardy would never get behind a wheel

again.

And he really started putting away.

Is that why you didn't go public on his,
what would you call it, theft of

intellectual property?

What, a few dusty old lines on John
Furlow?

Hardly worth going to war over.

No, actually, I felt sorry for him.

He'd been my tutor.

Terrible to watch a brilliant man fall
apart so completely.

Sol.

Did he ever mention a Linda Graham?

No. But as I say, Stephen's love life
was a close book.

This work couldn't have anything to do
with Crevecoire Hall, could it?

Possibly.

English Civil War, 101.

By 1648, King Charles was a prisoner of
the Scots.

There was always a rumour that he
entrusted Richard Mortmain, 4th

certain priceless treasures for
safekeeping.

What sort of treasures?

A king's ransom, literally.

Now, one source alleges he tried to buy
his release with part of that treasury

in Mortmain's safekeeping.

Why do I get the feeling there's a
however coming?

Because I suspect you're much smarter
than you look.

It's a compliment.

I'm backhanded.

When word was sent to Kravka...

Richard Mortmain claimed with much
regret that it had been lost.

Richard Mortmain stole the treasure.

And concealed it somewhere on the
estate.

I'm not following you, honestly.

You don't have to deny it quite so
vehemently.

What are you? Me?

Vlad Patny.

And you?

Houseman. I'm a slave, Michael P.

You know how one sometimes has a
hankering?

I couldn't remember whether it was happy
highways where I walked or went. Went,

definitely.

Went.

Silly, I know, but it suddenly seemed
the most important thing in the world to

me that I knew.

Sorry.

So, how are you?

Till death do they.

Well, it's not been the most uneventful
24 hours.

Last thing you need, what, with the
engagement coming up?

I only knew this the way he did it.

I don't suppose you can say. No, I'm
still working on it.

Of course.

Well, it's, um... Yep, yep, you too.

I thought for a moment you chased after
me to declare your undying love.

Not sure men do that nowadays, do they?

Perhaps they should.

Take me out somewhere.

Tonight.

Anywhere. I don't care.

That wine.

I don't want to be wine.

I want to be happy.

I want to drink too much and laugh too
much.

And...

Soco's confirmed traces of blood in the
back of Graham's Land Rover.

Is it black?

Your DNA's confirmed, but the blood type
is the same.

So now we know how he got the body from
the chapel to the coach park.

Somebody did.

It's a farm vehicle.

Presumably Ralph Graham wasn't the only
one with access to the keys.

So what are we doing here?

I'm after Dr Black's recent reading
list. I want you to go and dig out the

records to an inquest into the death of
a bloke called Freddie Randall.

I thought we were done with this.

Graham kills Black for running off with
his wife and then does himself in a fit

of remorse. That's the official version,
isn't it? Leaving little Brianie to

fend for herself.

He was a devoted dad, by all accounts.

Doesn't sit right.

Balance of his mind.

You saw him yesterday.

How did the balance of his mind seem
then?

Well, that's a good spot.

Do you think that was allowed?

When someone... You know, your father
was... He wasn't in health, Riley. He

very unwell, do you see?

And God would never condemn someone who
didn't know what they were

doing.

His mercy has never ended.

How is she?

Well, yes, of course, of course.

I thought Titus might take her over to
the summer house.

Better play the piano for a while.

Take her mind off things.

Titus has gone into town, hasn't he?

Has he?

Yeah, didn't you hear him roaring off on
that damn motorbike? No, no, no, I

didn't.

Well...

I'll run her over there.

If you think it would be a good idea.

Music has charms.

It's very thoughtful, my love, but I
think she's probably better left to

Yes.

What's all that?

It's a black reading material.

Photocopies of it, at least.

What have you got there?

Inquest into Freddie Randall. Accidental
death.

There is something you should see.

One of the witnesses at the inquest,
friend of Randall's, but who then many

knocked down.

You were with Freddie Randall on the
night he died, Father.

You gave evidence at the inquest.

The man who was murdered here, in this
very chapel yesterday, was Stephen

Anything you'd like to tell us about
that?

What happened to Freddie was an
accident.

Freddie and I were messing about, the
way you do when you've had too much to

drink.

Push and shove.

He pushed me.

I pushed him back.

And the next thing I know, he's stumbled
into the street and straight under the

wheels of a car.

Stephen Black's car.

If I hold anyone to blame for Freddie's
death, it's myself, not Stephen Black.

When I showed you his photograph, you
denied even knowing him.

I'm sorry.

Seeing him after all these years, it
brought back too many painful memories,

afraid. You and Freddie Randall have
been close.

When I entered the church, I laid my
previous life aside.

I've no wish to be reminded of it now.

But yes, we were good friends.

So he just happens to be in religious
retreat in the exact place where the man

who ran his friend down was murdered.
It's a hell of a coincidence.

Remind me again, what is it you've got
against the Graham scenario?

The way I see it, Dr. Black isn't
anyone's idea of a Lothario.

Well, the heart chooses.

All right.

Suppose Linda Graham chose Stephen
Black.

Where is she?

I take it Cooper hasn't managed to track
her down. Well, not yet, but it was

nine years ago. Maybe it didn't work
out. Maybe he was her transition person.

Her what?

Transition person.

Someone who gave her away out of a
situation she was unhappy with, but

ultimately the one.

You've been watching daytime television?

Come on, let's call in at the turf on
the way back, worry this through over a

pint. I can't, Mike.

All right.

Dave, is it?

I thought you had a spring in your step.

Anyone we know?

It's nothing like that. Convertational
Mandarin.

It's on you. And I say potato.

Mandarin. Of course.

What was I thinking?

I know.

New sign of Scarlet.

Not yet, sir.

Will Scarlet not be joining us?

Apparently, she's booked herself in for
some sort of spa treatment.

She wants to look her best for the
party.

In mitigation, my lord, I was 17.

Pa was in Camp Death.

Thankfully, the Holy Father still fit to
grant an annulment.

How important, dear?

That'd be forgiveness, doesn't it?
Second chance.

Well, I can't imagine that you have done
anything that requires absolution. How

do you know? That might be terribly
wicked.

Are you?

More than you can possibly imagine.

We got married.

Do you remember?

I was about eight.

There were bridesmaids and a hot kiss
watered on the arm. Yeah, that's right.

I forgot all that.

What happened to his stomach? I meant to
ask.

I think Daddy sent him to get it fixed,
I think.

Well, that's nice of him.

Yeah, he's always tried to look out for
his staff where he can.

Why didn't you come back?

I don't know, you know, um... Life.

Stuff happens, I suppose.

That last morning you were at Craveco,
we threw a penny into the fountain and

made a wish.

Do you remember?

I always thought you'd come back.

Hoped, I suppose.

Did you think of us, ever?

Of you, often.

Well, the fountain's gone now, I'm
afraid, so I suppose all those wishes

rendered null and void.

Oi!

I don't remember saying you could have
any.

Pest? I thought we were going to call
you anyway.

Monty, you reckon?

On you.

Keep eating my tea, you'll be the full
Monty.

Do you think I'll listen to me?

Right.

Put yourself together, man. Where was I?

So why did you become a policeman?

Don't know.

Don't you?

I think I do.

I think something in you wants to save
people.

I wouldn't say that. We just pick up the
pieces, try and put them back together

again. Make up to you. Yeah.

How will you put Briony back together
again?

We find out why and how her father died.

It's the not knowing that eats people.

Do you know why he did it?

I think Dr Black was the man that
Graham's wife left him for.

Really? What makes you think that?

You probably wouldn't talk about this
with me.

Aren't there rules about, I don't know,
consulting with the enemy or suspects or

something? Is that what we're doing? I'm
serious. I wouldn't want to get you

into trouble or compromise your
integrity.

Oh, probably a bit like that.

I'll bet you say that to all the girls.

I don't, actually. Point of fact, I
don't do any of it.

Then what do you do?

Work.

There was a case recently.

It was in the papers, Zelinsky.

Ten -year -old girl went missing, and I
found her.

Well, what was left of her.

For four days, we...

We questioned him and four days of
walking around inside of the mind of

You get home and you're flat and you're
alone and you just go, well, what's the

point?

Are you lonely?

You come in.

You're getting married.

Do you love him?

Why?

You wouldn't understand.

I feel sorry.

Scarlett. He's rich.

When Daddy's bank, we didn't come out of
it quite as unscathed as people like to

think. Tarek's father helped out
financially.

There was an understanding, quid pro
quo. There, now you can hate me. No, no,

don't do it. I don't have a choice. You
do have a choice.

Don't get tangled up with us, James.

Us? Me and the rest of my damned family.

I mean it. Turn your back and run, for
your own sake.

Into my heart an air that kills.

From yon far country blows.

What are those blue remembered hills?
What spires? What farms are those?

It's the land of lost contempt.

I see it shining plain.

The happy highway is where I went.

What's all this? Stuff recovered from
Dr. Black's house.

His notebooks, charts.

What do you want me to do with it?

Well, there's no doubt he was interested
in Krevker and the history of the

Mortmains in particular.

I can't make head nor tail of it, but...
You thought I might?

Hoped, actually.

From what I've been able to sort out,
this seems to be some sort of

Is that what it's called?

I said you were smart.

It's a code.

Employed by John Thurlow's men.

Didn't you mention something about him
in relation to your doctorate?

I did, yes.

Who was he, John Thurlow?

Spymaster for Oliver Cromwell.

Can you crack it?

What's it worth?

My undying gratitude.

Does that include dinner?

It could be mum's.

I don't know.

Sorry.

Is there anything at home that might
have a sample of her writing on it?

birthday card or a diary?

After... After she left us, dad boxed
everything up.

Got rid of it.

Would I have to stay here much longer?

You unhappy here?

I just want to go home.

To my own room.

It might not be possible for you to get
back to the farm just now.

I'll be taken into care.

I just wanted to go home, but if I can't
do that... Listen, I can't imagine half

of what you're going through, but if
there's anything that you want to talk

me about... Lady Mortmain thought you
might care for some refreshments. I'd be

grateful if you'd see to it that we're
not disturbed further.

Of course, sir.

Ready?

Did my dad kill someone?

I'm not stupid.

I know I'm only young, but that doesn't
mean I don't know what's going on, did

he?

I don't know.

Hello?

Morning.

Hi, James.

May I introduce Scarlett's fiancée,
Tarek?

and his parents, Soraya and Dyer.

James Passaway.

How do you do?

How are you? Well, James is with the
police, that business I was telling you

about. Ah, yes, the man who killed
himself.

Yes, yes, yes. Well, come along now,
James. We must give you some of your

duties.

Dear boy, I'm so sorry, but, well, time
and place are everything, isn't it?

We wouldn't want to cast a cloud on
Scarlet's happy day, would we?

Good. Knew you'd understand.

Good man.

Seek thou that which was lost between
November and December, between the

horseman and the sting. What the hell
does that mean?

According to his notebook, Dr. Black
discovered the original of that in a

of mortmain papers dating back to the
17th century.

I'm not sure I'm following you. That
which was lost.

Francis Woodville was talking about this
King's ransom?

Oh, come on, you're not furious. That's
just a story they tell to tourists to

keep them coming back.

Stephen Black didn't think so.

He seems to reckon that the Maltmains
were leaving signposts, clues as to its

location. What sort of clues?

A trail of breadcrumbs leading to Ex
-Marx's spot.

Don't you think he found it?

I think he died for it.

This is the painting Stephen Black
wanted to see, Inspector, though for the

of me I can't see why.

Sergeant Hathaway tells me that certain
details of the picture have been added

at a later date.

Is that correct?

Yes, yes, it is.

With the folly, of course, and I picked
out one or two more. The hayrick on the

far left and the bare oak you can see
just past Richard's shoulder there. Two

visual jokes, sir. The hayrick and the
bare tree, somewhere I went at the same

time. Just so.

Hilarious. Does this look right to you?
The sundial there?

When you've got the candle over here on
the left, so you'd expect any shadow to

fall to the right, wouldn't you?

Please, the man.

What they were done.

Would appear not.

The shadow in the painting fell between
the 11th and the 12th.

Seek thou which was lost between
November and December, the 11th and 12th

of the year.

So, what's the next bit?

Between the horseman and the sting.

the hell are these?

Astrological symbols.

The space between each crenellation
depicts one of the twelve zodiacal

constellations. There you see Capricorn,
Aquarius, Pisces, Aries, and so on.

It's a commanding view.

Is that all right?

It's not horseman. What? Between the
horseman and the sting, it's not

it's horseman.

Centaur, Sagittarius, and I'm guessing
the sting is Scorpio.

So if the riddle holds, True, what we're
looking for lies out there.

You won't find anything.

Maybe.

There's no maybe about it, sir. You
won't find anything because there's

to be found. Trust me, I know this
place. Not this, not the folly, not the

sundown. None of it was here when the
cryptogram was written.

So what was here?

Well, until 2000, when I believe they
got a millennium grant for that, a

ugly fountain.

That's the point. Everything's changed.

Well, that's not what Dr. Black
believed.

He was wrong.

A treasure hunt ending at the Temple of
Juno, it's funny.

Funny? Juno and her sacred geese, you've
been had, you're on a wild goose chase.

What have you got against Graham killing
Black for running off with his wife?

What have you got against this being
something to do with the Mortmains?

Sergeant Hathaway.

Hello again.

Um, Inspector Lewis, this is Lady
Scarlet Mortmain and her fiancé, Tarek

Shamali. We're having the pleasure of
your company after all, Scarlet tells

Until this evening, then.

Inspector. I invited the engagement
party of Scarlet Guest.

Conversational Mandarin.

There's something you want to tell me.

We're in the middle of a murder
investigation and you've got yourself

Involved with one of the suspects?

I thought the investigation was done.

Yeah, well, it's not.

So now what?

God, are you out of your mind?

If anybody else gets wind of this, you
could find yourself on a disciplinary

charge. No -one else is going to. Oh,
really?

You sure about that?

Hooper's already putting it around the
neck that you're cosying up to the

nobility. I'm sure it would break his
heart to lay it before the

and you'd be busted down to constable.

Maybe even dismissed.

To be honest with you, I'm not sure I
want to wake up in 20 years' time old

with nothing more to show than a life
spent picking through other people's

misery. OK, well, I'll make it easy for
you. You're on leave, as of now.

Leave? Yeah, you do, aren't you?

What about the investigation?

No longer your concern.

I'm sorry, sir. I didn't realise there
was anyone here. I just came across to

get the place tidied up.

Lordship's going to take Branny through
her pieces.

That's right, sir.

That's Branny.

And her mother, Mrs Graham.

Do you play?

Good heavens, no, sir.

His Lordship did encourage me to it for
a while, but I wasn't a very good pupil,

I'm afraid.

Chopsticks is about all I can manage
these days.

You've got to have a flair, sir, haven't
you?

And Briony has a flair, does she?

I couldn't say, sir.

But his Lordship thinks she does. I
believe he does, sir, yes. Speaks very

highly of her abilities.

Good of him to make the time.

He made time for all of us, though, when
he could.

Encouraged us to make something more of
ourselves.

What was that, do you think?

Well, it's not for me to say, sir, of
course, but I think he'd have liked more

children of his own, to leave something
more of himself behind.

In a way, as I like to think of it,
we're all part of his legacy.

Take your time.

After you left, I suddenly remembered.

The key to the chapel?

I know who came to borrow it.

Well, why does one usually go to a
chapel?

You have the spare key from the folly,
then. May I see it? No, I'm afraid I

don't have it. I've left it behind.

Why go to the folly for the spare at
all?

You keep the master key here at the
hall, don't you? But I couldn't find it.

I did ask Hopkins if he'd seen it,
but...

I believe this is what you're after.

The key from the folly?

Did you come by it, sir?

I locked up after us.

I see.

Usually we'd meet at the summer house,
but that wasn't possible on this

occasion.

Why not?

Augustus was there, assisting Briony
with her piano studies.

How long have you been having an affair
with your uncle's wife?

Spare me the lower middle cloth
disapproval, please. My God.

Some time.

Selina was always too young for
Augustus. Philip.

It's true.

He married her for one reason, one
reason only, to provide an heir to

After Titus was born, they've not shared
a room in 20 years.

I love her, Inspector.

I always have.

Does Lord Mortmain know?

Well, Cuthbert and I have an
arrangement.

Not that I fear any of your business.

This is a murder, madam.

I'm afraid that makes everything my
business.

Still here, Inspector?

I've been speaking with her ladyship.

Indeed.

Also with Colonel Coleman.

Is that so?

She tells me that you're aware of their
relationship.

It seems you're determined to drag all
our shortcomings into the light,

Inspector. All our vulgar little
secrets.

And to what end, I ask? That girl's self
-harming.

Your protege, does that not concern you?

I'm old, Inspector.

And all that matters to me is to see my
daughter married. And by that, to

ensure... The future of Cravecrow.

As long as that happens, any truth you
may unearth about us is

of no concern to me whatsoever.

You've got a minute.

He's just not thinking straight.

Was the lint kicking?

Yeah, well, it's partly that, but...
There's something more to do with Crave

Kerr going back there after all these
years.

Whatever it is, it's got him all bent
out of shape.

So how have you left him?

I told him to take some time, think it
over, come and tell me what he wants.

And what do you want him to do?

Me? It's not for me. Why not?

What?

Ah,

he's an awkward sod at the best of
times, God knows.

But he's my awkward sod.

I don't want to go through all the
balala of getting another sergeant house

trained.

You told him?

Duty calls, I'm afraid.

Well, thanks for, you know... Any time.

People don't know how you feel.

Unless you tell them.

I'm glad.

I wasn't sure you would.

You're still going through with it.

I don't have to change anything.

You can still... Don't be difficult,
darling.

done a bunk about?

You mean Sergeant Hathaway, Hooper?
Bloody well said, sir. Just a bit of

boss, between colleagues?

Graduate entry, though. Can't expect a
bit of chat.

How's that?

Fast -track promotion.

They get it handed to them on a plate.

Everything that man's got, he's worked
for, believe me.

So just lay off, eh?

If you're wondering why you're 20 years
older than Hathaway and still a DC, take

a look in the mirror.

What does that mean?

It means you've got a small mind and a
big mouth.

And you don't know when to keep one
open, the other one shut.

You say so, boss. I do say so. And when
it comes to me, I'll have inspector or

sir. Understood?

Sir?

Right.

What do you want with him?

I've got a message come through for him
via relay, sir. Must have his mobile.

Meet me in the summer house S.

Lewis. Thought you'd like to know. I've
got the results back on the key from the

chapel. It's Dr. Black's blood.

No surprise there, then.

Yes, but there's something else.

Test picks up trace elements of a
polysaccharide.

Basically, you're looking for a linear
polymer amylose.

And in English, we say?

Cornstarch. All right?

Hooper? It's Hathaway. Is Lewis there?
No, he just missed it. Have you tried

mobile? No, he's not answering. Can you
do me a favour?

Neil, the government's got him out on
his desk as it goes.

What am I looking for exactly?

Good evening, sir.

You're expecting someone else with the
Hopkins.

I was, sir, yeah.

That bit will muddle through.

Oh, Hans, not me.

You wrote Linda Graham's love letter to
Stephen Black.

What?

Save your breath. Why? Who told you to
do it?

Who? Hopkins.

What's going on?

I am so sorry.

Sorry? Oh, why should you be sorry? I
don't understand.

James, I'd like you to leave now,
please.

I don't like all you want. I'm a
policeman, not a member of your staff.

You sent me a message. Meet me in a bum
hour. Ed, why?

I didn't. Don't lie to me. What are you
playing at? Nothing. Honestly, I never

sent you any message. You have to
believe me. No, I don't know this. Come

No. She comes with me.

Stephen Black thought he'd cracked the
great riddle of the mortmain.

Found the lost resting place in the
king's ransom.

But if he'd followed that trail to his
end, he'd have discovered a dead body,

wouldn't he?

That's what you wouldn't allow.

That's why you killed him, isn't it?

Linda Graham.

Never did leave Crave Cur, did she?

Linda Graham never had an affair, not
with Dr. Black, nor anyone else come to

that.

Oh, Guthbert Mortmain might have let her
think he was interested in her.

Flattered her even.

But his real fascination was with
Bryony, wasn't it?

Channel lessons in the summer house.

You'd know all about that, wouldn't you?
Shut your dirty mouth!

Linda disappeared right around the time
Lord Mortmain was having this.

Millennium Project constructed, didn't
she?

Didn't she?

Linda found out what was going on. At
least began to suspect.

Mother's intuition, maybe.

At any rate, it's not actually
confronted, it's got the threat to

As if he'd have had any idea what to do.
He believed she'd run off the same as

everyone else.

Do you know what the funny thing is?
Funny?

It was me she came to for advice. Linda
to me.

Not Ralph, not her husband. All for
bringing outsiders into the situation,

to the police. I couldn't allow that.

So you killed her.

Why? What did you think you were doing?
My duty.

Protecting my family.

His lordship would be lost without me to
look out for him. He relies on me. His

tower of strength.

That's what it caused me.

It's wrong.

So what happens now?

I'll think of something, sir.

Hall!

Get off me!

Augustus Hall!

All right. I'm fine.

Took a bit of a tumble, I'll go.

Knocked the wind right out of me.

Such a pretty little thing.

And I've always been weak in such
matters.

Culpably weak.

She was a child, and you violated her.

I don't expect you to understand for one
moment.

But to me, she was...

Was he special?

Oh, yes.

I loved them.

Their innocence, their grace.

For the world, it saddened.

I told you I was bad.

Why? Why did you write the letters?

Hopkins said Daddy had killed Dr. Black.

I had to protect him.

Why did Hopkins have to get you
involved?

I don't think he meant to.

I just wanted to be alone and to think
about the engagement.

I rode over to the chapel.

You walked in on them?

Black was already dead.

Paul said if I wanted to save Daddy from
being arrested, I should help.

He told me how Daddy had killed Linda
Graham.

And what... What could I do?

What about you and me? What was that?

Your way of getting close to the
investigation?

You didn't read it.

Stephen Black had followed the trail as
far as the statue, and his next step

would have been to excavate, with or
without the estate's permission.

That was something Paul Hopkins just
couldn't allow.

He lured Black to the chapel?

Yeah, with the promise of more
information on the king's ransom, like

Whatever the pretext, it wasn't the
meeting that Stephen Black was going to

leave.

And the shooting at the re -enactment?

It's a diversion.

to distract people's attention away from
the chapel while Hopkins moved Dr.

Black's body.

I reckon he loaded one or two of them
muskets in the hope that somebody would

have been hurt.

A hell of a gamble.

The whole enterprise would just make
doing men, Mum, from start to finish.

Ill -conceived and poorly executed.

You never bought the love letters,
though, did you?

No, Mum. Too neat by half.

What about the treasure?

Gone. Well, if it ever existed.

Well...

There's remains down there, right
enough, sir.

In amongst the footings of the old
fountain.

Human, according to Socko.

And we found this.

That looks familiar.

Linda Graham's wearing it in one of
those photos we found at Black's Head.

Better leave it with her, Socko.

Right, sir.

Is James all right?

He'll mend.

Tell him well done.

I'll be sure to pass that along.

I'm going to hand in my papers.

Resign?

Confirm I see investigation.

You made a mistake.

You're human.

Not good enough.

Why do you have to be better?

What happened here?

You're not to blame for any of it.

Not then, not now.

That's for handing in your papers.

It's all the same to you.

Between us, we make a not bad detective.

I'm the brain, obviously.

Obviously.

Well, we're heading back off down the
world's largest river tomorrow and where

it all begins in the last in the series
of Joanna Lumley's Nile at 9 o 'clock

for your Bank Holiday Monday.

After the news tonight here on ITV1, as
he prepared to take over the Royal

Academy in 2012, David Hockney is the
subject of tonight's South Bank Show

Revisited.