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Yes.

They're in a pair.

Yes.

And your valuation?

Good for you.

Excuse me?

Well, women priests.

I'm not really a priest.

Morning, sister.

Good morning, Bishop.

Everyone.

What's up here?

Your favorite's Mrs. Goff.

Garibaldi's.

How reassuringly traditional.

I didn't think Verona was too much a cop, though, as it goes.

But it was years ago, and I was working.

I suppose we could give it a look.

What about Pisa or Florence?

As we now depart, it falls to me to express our gratitude to both Caroline

for organizing, and to you, Vice -Regent, for hosting this voyage of

discovery. I hope our brief presence within your hallowed walls was not too

alarming. St. Gerard survived the Black Death, the Reformation, the Counter

-Reformation, and Vatican II.

A woman bishop is not such a threat.

You've been terrific.

If anyone can blow the cobwebs off of this place, it'll be you.

Do you know, Helen, I think I damn well will.

We're going to enjoy a jolly Oxford picnic before we go. Won't you join us?

Or are you busy prepping that lecture for tomorrow?

I am, yes.

Sorry. Well, take good care.

Thank you.

Bishop Helen Parsons.

Died in the ambulance, Ma.

Is that some colloquium? Which is posh for a conference of going to Hathaway.

Looks like a poisoning.

Right, Ma.

All three had the food, only she drank the wine.

So who brought the wine to the picnic?

Well, she packed everything, but the first that Sister Gloria and Lama Torku

knew of any wine was when they saw her drinking. They assumed she was bought it

by someone they saw her with, but by the time they mauled their punt, he was

gone.

Description? They couldn't see the trachea of his hood up.

What, a young lad?

Not that sort of hood.

Lots of wonder about this place, and all the monks.

They're friars.

Go on, enlighten me.

You first.

Monks stay in a chub's lot and friars get out and about.

An interesting chapel, apparently.

Ah, you're the police.

Detective Inspector Lewis, this is Sergeant Hathaway. I'm Father Moreno

Vice Regent.

I've asked Caroline Hope to join us.

She organised the colloquium and she spoke to the bishop just before she

This way.

How old's the college, Father? Not a college, to be precise.

We're a permanent private hall operating under licence.

But the students count as members of the university.

In every respect, yes.

Wasn't there a St Gerard's Priory in Oxford, 13th century?

Indeed. Ah, Cadillac.

Thank you. Caroline Hope, English department.

What happened?

She was fine this morning.

We think she might have been poisoned.

She drank from this bottle of wine.

Oh, it's a Gerard's Chianti. Do you make the wine here?

We buy it from Tuscany when it's given our own label.

We have strong Italian connections.

Is it available outside St. Chariton?

Death shop or something.

It is strictly for us alone, so it must have come from here.

You can ask Brother Stephen. Stephen Blackmore. He is responsible for our

Did Bishop Parton say anything to you about arranging to meet someone else

St. Gerard's at the picnic?

No. It was just a last -minute idea.

How many men here wear the robe and hood like yours? Oh, not all. Staff or

students are.

members of the order, so only the ordained friars, the lay friars, the

undergraduate friars.

Approximately 35.

Can't wait for the identity parade.

Sir, can you give me five minutes? I'd love to take a look at this chapel.

Yeah, OK.

I've got to pick up my gizmo from the Italian trip with Lynne, so... I'll see

you at the hotel.

Hello. Who are you?

Sir, Felix.

I'm not waiting any longer.

Are there any further details?

All they're saying is that she died before they could get her to hospital.

God moves in a mysterious way.

Now, now, Signora.

Sorry, Father.

The police closed off the riverbank. I had to go the long way.

Oh,

avocado, my favourite.

Did she drown or what? Caroline Hope says it was poison.

In St. Gerard's wine.

Good heavens.

Lightning doesn't strike twine.

We'll pray for her soul.

After pudding.

Hello, Barry Winter.

Yeah, yeah, I just got back.

Yes, I did. It's in the paper.

Funny you should mention her.

Don't see me off, but I haven't checked train times yet.

And the gym will get crowded.

Find someone to go with tonight. Don't waste my ticket. What time will you be

back? Early. My breakfast.

I want to be fresh for the lecture.

You will come, won't you? Oh, what? I get nothing. You're a rabbit, aren't I?

Are you okay?

It's just... This is... Helen.

I really liked her.

Hello.

Oh, this thing works.

Smooth and fruity.

Hmm?

Off that wine bottle.

Morbido -y frutato.

Doesn't do pronunciation, then.

No. Just translation.

Didn't get no smartass.

I'll shut that.

Better. I'll check the bathroom.

So, you think I should take early retirement?

What? You'd be riveted by that notice.

What if it was the voluntary redundancy that caught my eye?

No.

No? What else would I do?

When's the husband arriving from the state?

First thing in the morning. That's his last minute.

I'll get a reasonable pension.

Lynn says go for it.

She thinks I should slow down.

What do you think?

I think...

I should stop thinking too much.

Could be a nice step up for you, mind?

White Devil.

Horror story?

Of sorts.

It's a revenge tragedy.

Jacobean?

Yeah.

Recommended reading for yesterday afternoon's session.

Justice and Redemption in Jacobean Revenge Drama.

A lecture by Caroline Hope.

He's given her a phone number. Shall I try it?

Yeah, go on.

Forensics could be finished with her phone by now.

Stephen Blackmore.

Brother Stephen Blackmore of St. Gerald's.

Who is this?

Oxford Police.

About the death of Bishop Harsin.

Yes?

Doubt if I can help, but as you wish.

Come to St. Gerard's at five.

Thank you.

By the way, when was the last time you spoke to or saw Biff at Parsons?

We were introduced when she arrived, but I wasn't a participant in the

colloquium, so that was it.

OK, we'll see you later.

Felix?

Mother.

Is that where the bishop died?

Oh, is it?

I'm often here.

What?

You all right?

Go away.

The Signora's touchy today.

The Signora's busy.

What did the scene search turn up?

Nothing. Oh, except they found a trace of superglue on the neck of the wine

bottles and screw tops.

So there'd be enough resistance not to give the game away when it was opened

again once the poison was in.

Intelligence report on the bishop's phone.

Anything on there worth following up?

She made three calls this morning, one to Blackmore.

That's Brother Stephen Blackmore from St Gerard's. We're meeting him later. When

did he call her?

20 minutes before the picnic.

He told us he hadn't spoken to us since they met.

Who else?

Landline for Caroline Hope.

That's an English lecture, Mum.

Organise the conference.

Anna J. Pinnock.

Professor Joanne Pinnock, Theology, Justice and Forgiveness in the Coptic

Church, A .D. 42, first day seminar.

I'll get too excited. You've missed it.

I met her.

You thought?

Instinct.

We weren't talking about the case.

Professor Lewis, I am so sorry, I really am. Professor Finnegan.

Guilty. My son's getting married and we're having the reception of the

Ashmolean. Would you mind if we talked inside?

I'm meeting him in there.

The Goff family built Hall House in 1608.

And they've been the main benefactors of St Gerard's ever since.

Mrs Goff and her daughter live here.

So does the vice -regent and a couple of the academic staff, including Caroline.

We were all very shocked to hear about the bishop.

Had you met her?

Hmm.

Nice woman.

How'd that go there?

Um, you know when the police want information and they say, let us decide

it's important or not, who would I tell?

Have you information?

No, but if.

You call me, but, uh, Felix Lansome.

Yep.

Police. Caroline.

Yeah. Sergeant Halfway.

May I?

Carrie's in Cardiff. Back tomorrow.

I'm her partner, Alistair Darlow. Yeah, I know. I've just finished reading New

Situational Criminology.

Copper who reads serious books.

Villain who writes them. X.

Come in.

I've got something for you.

Bishop Parton phoned you this morning after the last colloquium session.

Why was that?

To say goodbye.

I'd missed her because I was meeting Ben.

I never thought it was a good idea to stand for election at the same time as

getting him married.

What election, sir?

Father Mancini stepping down as vice -regent after, ooh, must be 35 years at

least. Long time.

Who's the regent if he's vice -regent?

King James II was unasked. Ah.

Can you think of any reason why the bishop might have been killed?

It's terrible, isn't it?

She was a sweetheart, too. A breath of fresh air.

So drearily conservative, St Gerard.

And you'd like to change all that?

Oh, I won't win the election.

Caroline Hope is fan favourite, but I'm still going to give it my best shot.

Look, as you hear, I'm anxious about a colleague, another candidate, actually.

Jeremy Swain. He's Ben's godfather.

He was due back from holiday yesterday.

And, well, I think he would have phoned if he'd changed his plans.

Was he with anyone?

No, just walking in the Lake District alone.

His phone's off. I checked his flat.

And he definitely hasn't been back there. But his car's gone.

And I know that he went away by train.

Well, if you have the registration number of the car, we'll keep an eye

Kate. It's been stolen. But I expect he's just enjoying another day away.

Oh. Where's Ben?

I'd better not keep Sergeant Hathaway waiting or I'll be in trouble. What an

interesting young man he is.

Why did he leave the seminary to become a policeman?

Didn't he tell you? No.

Me neither.

Hello, Barry Winter.

Oh, hello again.

What about?

Fair enough.

Very mysterious.

I'll be here.

James, may your policeman's lot be a happy one.

Al Darlow. Didn't ask for it.

Is it all about his personal road to Damascus? Or did he mention the bank

manager that he tortured to get into the safe?

He was never violent.

His associates were.

Two of them are still doing life for killing that off -duty constable at the

building society.

I think you'll find that Darlow is still in prison, then.

Are you for me, Stephen Blackmore?

Don't have to. We spoke earlier with Inspector Lewis.

About St Gerard's wine?

Father Mancini tells us that it's only available actually here in St Gerard's.

Is that right?

Absolutely. It's supplied direct from Italy, and I handle all that.

Where does it live?

In our cellars, but they're not secure, and we operate a trust system.

Someone wants a bottle, they take one and leave the money.

Did you by any chance join Bishop Parton for a picnic?

I'm the last person to share an egg sandwich with a lady bishop in the

ecumenism, if you know what that means.

Is it a striving towards Christian unity, as well as sometimes referring to

shared spirituality with the other two Abrahamic faiths?

Sorry.

Amazing what you pick up in this job.

You're a traditionalist, brother.

For 400 years, we were Catholic in here.

Then, since 1968, merely Christian.

And now, if Caroline Hope becomes vice -regent, we'll be open to all faith and

none.

Druids, for all I know.

That's why I'm standing myself.

You told me that you last spoke to the bishop when she arrived, but that's not

quite true, is it?

She called you this morning before the picnic.

So she did.

Yes, it was to ask about a thing about a prayer resource.

In Greek, which is my subject.

Look, I'm rather behind. I'm collecting work to take home. You don't live in?

God made the country, and man made the town.

I value the quiet life.

Well, we're done here, sir. Goodbye.

Something to say when you've been caught out.

You don't have the toxicology result yet?

No. I just wondered if you fancied a bite to eat on the off -chance.

Oh, sorry. I'm booked.

Ah.

Never mind.

You want to cook?

No, I'll keep it.

How could a native body for medical research?

I just picked it up in reception.

How are limbs on a meat? It's all about me will.

First part of being a financial advisor.

Some cultures believe you can't go to heaven without all your bit contact.

Some of us don't believe in heaven.

You know who asked me about donating their body?

Morse. I told him he should help the living and consider donating his organs

instead. He said he wouldn't inflict his organs on anyone.

All those years.

Phil?

Things have changed, haven't they?

Won't you do your car at least?

Amen. Amen.

There is one item only on the agenda.

The election of the Vice -Regent.

The processional route has been agreed by the authorities and there is a map

included in your details of the day's arrangements.

So, I can now formally confirm the four candidates as follows.

Brother Joanne Pinnock.

Miss Caroline Hope.

Brother Jeremy Swain. Is there any sign of Brother Jeremy?

No. I did mention his absence to the police.

Miss Johnny's not missing. No, no, no. We all know Brother Jeremy. He's just a

little late.

By two days.

And Brother Stephen Blackmore.

Confirmo?

I confirm, and may God bless your endeavours.

Thank you, Inspector.

The bishop's husband.

Not something you hear every day.

According to him, she was looking forward to renewing a friendship in

With who?

She just mentioned it in passing, he said, and then changed the subject.

But this was her first trip to the UK.

She told in Europe, though.

Studied in Italy for three months. Tuscany.

Where the wine came from.

Yeah. Mind you, whoever it was, she could have met them in the States.

Caroline Hope's back.

Alistair Darlow called.

Don't forget your autograph book.

Brother Stephen will be representing the dark forces on his own.

Jeremy's your friend.

I know, darling.

He's still a reactionary old misogynist. They both are.

They all are.

I wouldn't be surprised if Mancini poisoned the wine himself.

Do we both really need to stand? We might split the progressive vote.

I know. You think it risks letting in a dinosaur.

But we do have our differences, Caroline.

I still want St. Gerard's students to be practicing Christians.

I'm not stepping aside.

Well, then.

I suppose we'll just have to wait and see what happens.

How can we maximize the chance of it being me who carries forward your

I shall give the question some consideration.

And the Italian project?

Any news on the paintings?

What's

that?

It's for you.

Father Mancini is the devil.

Don't trust him.

Why shouldn't you trust him?

Who'd do this?

Oh, many are my persecutors and mine enemies.

Carrie works on a prison outreach project from St Gerard's.

Five years into my sentence for the Bristol job.

She always been at St Gerard's, then?

She read English here straight out of sixth form, got a first, then her

doctorate. Now she's a senior lecturer.

She directed my energy to a better place.

She reckoned I was pretty bright.

And I reckon she was pretty and bright.

So the criminal career was just you being over -energetic.

Clearly there was more to it than that, Inspector.

Sorry.

Arrangements for this afternoon.

I'm giving this year's Goff Memorial Lecture.

First woman ever, too.

Come along if you want to give your intellect an aim.

His intellect's busy this afternoon working.

Quite.

We're following up on some phone calls the bishop made just before she was

murdered. One of them was to you.

Not me, no.

I last spoke to her when I saw her before the picnic.

Yes, I missed her. This was to your landline.

Maybe she left a message.

Margaret checking, then.

I didn't give her that wine. I didn't give her anything.

She'd mentioned she liked it, but no.

Play it again, louder.

Carrie, what a great surprise gift. At least, I guess it's you.

I'll drink your health on the banks of the Charwell with a taste of Italy.

God bless.

Piped music.

The wine must have been left at the hotel.

I've never been to her hotel.

Where were you before you said your goodbyes and she went back there?

Here, at St Gerard's, after the last session, with her and all the others.

So, if the wine had been left to her before the session, she'd have thanked

Carrie in person?

Yes, Mr Darlow, I had got there.

Why is a woman like that hitched up to Darlow?

Maybe she sees something in him that you don't, sir.

Violent criminal.

And shoving a thorn off in a cashier's mouth till she wets herself, he's

violent, gets a degree in prison, starts writing a book telling us where we've

gone wrong.

It's safer with a pen in his hand than a gun.

Where's the repentance?

Repentance?

Oh, it's this place.

I like it here.

I did see a monk out of the corner of my eye, but I couldn't see his face.

It's a friar, not a monk.

Are they different?

No, not really. Then that's who it was.

He just wrote the room number and left it with the wine. Room 507.

And I gave it to Bishop Parsons when she came in.

And the... There was nothing

else he put on the note, apart from the room number. No.

Another week of that.

The bishop wanted to change rooms, but we'd already moved one guest from 507

we were chock -a -block.

What, you mean somebody else should have been in room 507?

Who?

Um... Mr Barry Winter from Bristol. He checked

in four days ago and then we moved into a quieter room after his first night.

Was he on his own?

Yes. On business or what? Just by seeing. Said he was being treated to a

break. Who paid his bill?

Uh... He used his own credit card... through the reservation and then use

yesterday when he checked out.

If our mystery friar left a bottle of wine for this winter bloke, why was he

the river with the bishop?

Well, maybe they realised it was in the wrong hands and they wanted to get it

back.

It's a message from Mr Barry Winter to call Sergeant Hathaway Oxford Police as

matter of urgency.

Number 07700900457.

Mind you, just because he dresses as a friar doesn't mean that he is one.

He or she.

Could be anyone under that hood.

Could be the chief constable.

Too tall.

We'll look into it now.

Thank you.

Over and out.

Your turn.

I hate surprises.

I'll be a sec.

Madness and murder.

Poisonings, stabbings, suffocations and stranglings.

Unspeakable mutilations and catastrophic carnage. Just a

good night out in the theatre, circa 1600.

And an opportunity for Jacobean audiences to gawp at foreigners.

Especially... the duplicitous Italians.

But beyond the grisly and the gruesome lies an exploration of revenge.

Our avenging hero, or very occasionally heroine, pursues a justice

that has been denied them by authority.

The deceased is Jeremy Swayze.

The address?

Leightonburg 5846. Copy?

Copy. Over and out. He's out of the ground, but I'll need to get him away to

take a proper look.

And, um, he's got a finger missing.

When you say missing... Someone hacked it off.

What's the Italian mean?

According to this, a kind of wild justice.

Revenge?

Francis Bacon 1625 he wrote revenge is a kind of wild adjustment

Mancini wants to see you later.

What about?

Calling off the election.

There's still three candidates.

Come on.

Swain's death is unspeakable, but... You know how much it means to me now.

Let me know.

With the vice -regent.

Right.

Be sober, be vigilant, because your adversary, the devil, as a

roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour. This thing.

Brother Stephen will still fight these women, will he not?

Seek help me, Signor.

I brought the flowers yesterday as a welcome back.

Jeremy loved flowers.

I may as well take them back.

Where do we start?

We need to know how long he spent in the Lake District and why he didn't make it

back here before we found him.

I'll check the bedroom.

Oh, and get on to Bristol CID. I think they'd do us a favour and check on Barry

Winter, since he hasn't got back to us.

Professor?

Where were these taken?

Tuscany.

That's Jeremy with the Vice -Regent.

They were looking at a possible site for the Italian Study Centre.

For the Mancini's retirement project.

Perhaps if St. Gerard's can raise the money, Mancini wants to run it in

accordance with traditional values.

No more cosying up the Lady Bishops, eh?

No more 21st century.

Looks like he never made it to the latest trip.

Well, where was he?

Did you hear nothing from him all the time he was away?

No, but I wasn't expecting to.

I just knew he'd be back in time for the election.

I'm due to meet Dr Hobson. Can you finish up here?

Thanks, Professor.

I'll wrap those flowers.

Or shall I just burst into tears?

I could wrap them while you cry.

Are you used to it by now?

Violent death?

Yes, sadly.

What sort of priest do you think you'd have been?

Wrestler.

Too thoughtful.

And what sort of policeman are you?

Ask my boss.

What about promotion?

That's a possibility, but I'm not sure it's worth it. I mean...

What are we really for?

There is a junior research fellowship coming up in theology.

Well, lousy money, of course, but... Sorry.

Hathaway. Yeah, no, I remember.

St Gerard's still owns pieces of Oxford all over.

This was the original priory here, which is why I always say it's good growing

soil. Years and years of dead and... ..dead and buried friars,

but what's happened... There's two things. It's up to you if you think

important. I'll let you decide that.

Thanks. First?

Mrs Gough got this anonymous letter yesterday.

What do you think?

I think that if Mrs Gough wants to get in touch, then we'll talk to her.

I put it in the bag for fingerprint preservation.

I noticed. Thank you. Second.

On Monday afternoon, soon after Bishop Parsons was killed, I met someone

at where it happened.

Brother Stephen.

It was very odd.

Not that unusual in my experience. No, he said he often went there. Now, I've

been going that way nearly every day since I came to St. Jerry's, which is

getting on for three years now.

Well, I've never seen him.

He was lying.

Mr. Winter?

Mr. Winter?

Prepare for the weird, Robbie.

Jeremy Dwayne's cause of death.

It's the first for me in a homicide.

Starvation.

Starvation? And or dehydration.

How long would that take?

Oh, they say three minutes without air.

Three days without water and three weeks without food.

But it's a movable feast, to coin a phrase.

And his live body weight and general health, I am estimating he died between

four to ten days ago.

And he last ate at least two weeks ago, closer to three.

That would fit with when he disappeared.

But he can't have been in the ground that long.

He must have been kept hidden somewhere, tied up and gagged.

What about this missing finger?

Left hand with a finger, severed at the base of the proximal phalanx. There.

After death.

More mercy.

There's something else if you've got five minutes.

The election's going ahead.

Good.

However...

I must confess to reservations about your suitability.

Not because of what you represent, but because of what you are.

What I am is what I am now, not what I was.

Perhaps... Perhaps you should consider withdrawing from the contest.

Not in a million years.

Why now, suddenly?

Because of these killings.

Because Stephen Blackmore's got cold feet about his chances, you mean?

Questions may be asked.

What are you saying?

Ever since you came here as a young woman, I have protected you.

But if you are to become vice -regent, I would consider it my duty

to tell Alistair the truth.

To avoid that unpleasant possibility, withdraw now.

No.

Do you really think Alistair will understand?

Caroline?

What about Jeremy?

Unbelievably appalling.

More about Bishop Parsons and what you were doing at the murder scene.

Do you mind Sergeant Hathaway looking in there?

I'll lock up for you.

Don't you ever feel isolated?

Solitary. The place belongs to some gerrards and I rent it. What's your

colleague looking for?

Anything that could help us.

What do you keep out there?

Whatever doesn't fit in here.

Did you spend time in the States?

I studied there for a year, but I didn't much like it.

In Boston, which, to save you the trouble, is 3 ,000 miles from Portland,

Oregon, where Bishop Parsons comes from.

Have you been back there since?

I planned a visit last year, but there were visa problems, so I cancelled.

I met the bishop briefly for the first time in Oxford, and there's no law

against being on a bridge looking at a view.

Felix Sansom is a tiresome, busybody.

Nobody's accusing you of anything.

All right, Nathan. How do you do?

I'm a born -again declutterer.

Bristol's the idea.

Hathaway.

DC, Karen Middleton.

Welcome to Bristol.

Sergeant Hathaway.

He was suffocated with that pistol.

From St. Gerard's.

St. Gerard's?

Yeah.

Take a look at this.

Was Winter a cop, eh?

Retired. Detective inspector here before my time.

Here.

Bristol's pension scheme must be a lot better now. That's a fair few bucks.

What's the connection?

I left that, Karen, and you get first prize.

Did their neighbours pay anything?

The lady across the street saw someone going in the night before yesterday

9 .30.

Description? Couldn't see his face, but he was a monk.

After you, sir.

Right.

Sleep well, Mrs Gough.

To speak out.

Please, mate.

I've lied.

I'm telling you now.

Because... I thought you could understand.

May I speak with Professor Pinnock, please?

I'll leave a message. It's James Hathaway.

So what are these strings you want me to pull?

American ones.

I need to know why Stephen Blackmore had a visa problem.

Why Blackmore? Now we know the bishop wasn't the intended target.

Yeah, I think he's lying.

We still don't know who the friar was at the picnic or why he was there.

Oh,

I'll have to look in on this wedding.

Professor Pinnock's son, Ben.

He's just a bit nervous.

Fine, I suppose.

What are you doing?

May I read you some things, dear?

If you must.

Tithes Andronicus, the emperor condemning the villain to death.

Hit him breath deep in earth and famish him.

What's why?

Tithes Andronicus is a real horror fest.

Queen of the Gulf eats her own children baked in a pie. Not deliberately.

Oh, good.

Rarely performed.

Do they wonder why?

What? Well, it's a revenge play.

Revenge, as in Caroline Hope's colloquium lecture?

Justice and... Justice and Redemption in Jacobean revenge drama.

Poison wine feature in any of these plays by any chance?

Frequently. Often Italian.

I'm not easily frightened.

I imagine not, Mrs Goff.

But I am easily annoyed, Sergeant.

Father Mancini is a trusted friend and confidant.

Who would call him the devil and why would they warn you not to trust him?

Do I bear even the slightest resemblance to a detective?

No.

I'm not sure you do, to be frank.

You might be right.

Must have been a tough call to go ahead.

Sometimes you just soldier on.

Like the election.

Exactly.

Oh, you must see the procession on Saturday.

Should be quite something.

Have you and Caroline Hope always been friends?

Ever since she joined the staff.

As a student, she kept herself very much to herself.

Oh, James.

I got your message.

Can we, um, talk later?

Yes. Yes, of course.

The note was with it.

I could not get the ring without the finger.

De Flores says it in The Changeling.

Is that a Jacobean revenge play?

Yes. So I take it you've made the Titus Andronicus connection?

We have.

What about the cushion at Barry Winter's place?

There's an ex -policeman in Bristol being suffocated with a cushion.

Thy treacherous breath with silken cushion I stop and that's avenge.

the devil's friar.

Why is this happening?

What are you thinking? Why is my field of study chiming so precisely with these

killings so far?

So far?

These things only stop when a mad person dies.

Yes, Mum.

Well, now.

Right away.

The highest level of confidentiality applies to this conversation.

Minister of Justice made that crystal clear when they called me.

Yes, Mum.

Do you remember the Sally Bond case?

The name rings a vague bell.

1982. Sally Bond was a ten -year -old child in Gloucester.

Yeah.

Terrible. She and another girl viciously assaulted an elderly couple during the

course of a burglary. The wife, Mrs Napton, managed to knock out Sally's

using her walking stick.

Sally panicked and set fire to the house before running away.

The three of them died.

Mrs Napton was in a wheelchair. She stabbed his arm.

Sally Bond was released on licence with a new identity at the age of 19.

Sally Bond is Caroline Hope.

The only person in Oxford meant no is Father Mancini. He was told when Sally,

Caroline, won her scholarship to St Gerard's. When they caught the ten -year

-old Caroline, she had a thick -knit ring she'd forced from Mick de Napton's

little finger.

No -one saw who left that envelope.

And look who it was that caught her.

Detective Sargent.

Barry Winter.

Why are you only late? Sorry, Mother.

Be a dear.

Get me one, too.

Pleasure.

All this and the election on Saturday.

Oh, I wish you well.

But not too well, naturally.

Naturally. Have you seen Ben anywhere?

Be at home.

Professor Pinnock's son.

The ligature of the friar's waist cord.

We're waiting on Dr. Hobson's prelim.

How long was it before he was missed?

Well, you know these dudes.

His mother said ten minutes, but who knows?

Where are we going with this, Robbie? Four murders in five days?

Yeah, I can't count, ma 'am. And Jeremy Swain's been dead for at least nine

days.

Well, Hathaway had to call in favours from forensics to get the test done on

Swain's car, cos we can't fast -track it. You know the budgetary constraints

under. Dead right I do. I'm at the sharp end.

God, if this carries on, you won't have to ask for volunteers to jack it all in.

People will be queuing up.

Are you thinking of going?

Well, I won't be around forever.

Sir?

Caroline Hope is here. Sergeant Hathaway said she wanted to clear the air.

Aye, just me, but rum's fine.

You won't sound stoned if you look at me.

I'm not a monster.

Even if I am a living legend.

It's what they called it, my new identity.

My legend.

And... I am living it.

Has he ever shouted at you, James?

Anyway, it was the right thing to do, Mum.

He needs his holiday or something.

The fire was accidental.

I knocked over the oil heater and it just all went up. Both you and your

Jackie had the sort of abusive childhood most of us couldn't even imagine.

It still left all three of them to burn to death.

I was frightened.

I didn't know what to do. He's not as frightened as Mr Napton, I bet.

In his wheelchair, 17 puncture wounds in his arms where you poked him with a

penknife just for fun.

He was eight and he was.

I was ten.

And it was Jackie with the knife.

That's not what you told the police.

She was dead.

It was the start of my atonement.

I wanted all the blame.

And she got it.

Maybe she deserved it.

And that's what St Gerard's offered?

Atonement? No.

You have to have a faith to atone in their sense. And I never had one.

You?

Once.

I lost it.

And I don't miss it either.

Do you remember Detective Sergeant Winter?

What he was like with you?

There wasn't much gentleness from any of

them. Not that I knew what gentle meant for the child.

I had to wait for Al.

Did he understand?

I only told him yesterday.

Who have you got?

A couple of grown -up kids.

No one else.

Do you see much of them?

Spending time with my daughter, Sam.

On Monday night, you were in Cardiff, is that right?

It's a per -of -the -moment thing. I went to see my nan in her nursing home.

Where did you stay?

In a hotel.

And yes, Bristol.

Where Winter lived isn't that far away, but I had no idea where he was after 30

years. And no idea what he was doing in Oxford?

No.

What?

How did she know Winter was in Oxford?

How do you know Winter was in Oxford?

I saw him on Monday.

I think he was watching me.

tracked you down after 30 years?

I don't know.

Blackmail?

Do you have any history of corruption?

I'll check why you left the Gloucester Force.

I was ten.

Ben was strangled with two cords tied together in parallel. It's called a

lover's knot.

Caroline's recommended reading for the colloquium was The White Devil. In the

final act, a bridegroom is strangled as his murderer says, this is a true love

knot.

Somebody's trying to make me look like I'm a killer.

There's another line in The White Devil.

There's nothing sooner dry than women's tears.

Yes?

Yes?

Moreno Mancini.

I

don't

understand.

Where did you have this?

Did they?

I should have done something.

It was something.

Yes. I'd go easy on the Benedictine.

We don't want to lose the vice -regent before the election.

You all right?

Yes.

Yes, thank you.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

That was the general idea.

What the hell are you doing?

I did it for us.

What?

You were like a tiger with me.

Regina, what happened last night?

I've got a lot to offer, Felix.

Not just... It could change your life.

For me? No, I've been arranging to talk to some probationers to explain my job.

Explain mine.

Have you told James your news?

Not yet.

Don't leave it too long.

No.

I'm sorry for shouting, ma 'am. I didn't notice.

Thanks. Don't do it again.

Moving on.

Professor Pinnock's withdrawn from the election for vice -regent.

Understandably.

So I was wondering if these lost killings might be to do with election

There are just two candidates left.

Caroline Hope, Stephen Blackmore. Whether either of them are ambitious

to... But why murder Ben Pinnock in order to get his mother to withdraw? Why

just kill her, like Jeremy Swain?

Maybe so the method fits with yet another of these revenge plays, Ma.

brings us back to Caroline Hope.

She says somebody's trying to recriminate her.

You'd have a grudge.

Families of her victims from 30 years ago.

Where would you start?

We've got quite a strong new lead on that, Ma.

The Napton, the old couple that died, they had a daughter.

Now, other ways just found out that Barry Winter left the Gloucester Force

a cloud because he'd had an affair with her during the case.

Family liaison that went too far.

Where is she now?

Well, working on that, but she's moved away from the area.

Any joy on Blackmore's visa problems, Mum? I'm expecting a call.

Horrendous.

Louise?

Yeah?

Oh, right.

Right, thanks.

A soil analysis on Twain's car tyres has found traces of chicken weight.

hen dropping.

Lab reckons a farm.

I can hear you tutting, even if you're not.

I don't like this place to cost you a thing.

Yes, ma 'am.

They were there now.

What will you do?

Help me.

Get them off.

Leave it.

What's down there?

Room for a prisoner.

Prisoner? Not amongst this lot.

Cases of it.

Belongs in St Gerard's cellar.

What's it doing there?

Last night a gentleman telephoned me to ask where he could buy some more of St.

Gerard's Chianti because he'd enjoyed it in a restaurant in Scotland.

Brother Stephen has been selling our wine for his own benefit.

Do you want to prep, Sergeant?

Our Lord forgave the thief.

He wasn't running for Vice -Regent. You're protecting your boy.

How well you express the matter.

Now, unless there is anything further... Sergeant Hathaway would like a word

outside.

After you, Father.

You lied.

You didn't cancel your trip to America.

You were forbidden entry because of an undeclared criminal conviction in

Portland, Oregon, where Bishop Parsons lived.

What was that for?

It was a steamy night in a steamed -up car.

The cop smelled marijuana.

It was hers.

She was still at theological college, so British chivalry to the rescue.

I said it was mine.

Did you know she was coming to Oxford?

Well, I saw the list of delegates, but she had no idea about me until she

arrived.

We avoided each other.

Then on Monday she called and said, why not meet her at the river to say

goodbye?

How serious was this relationship?

Helen was the only woman who ever really did it for me.

But she chose God.

We lost touch.

Though I followed her progress.

Why didn't you join her in a glass of wine?

Did you know that it was poignant?

I don't drink.

I haven't done for nearly nine years now.

You do know about Caroline Hope?

Sally Bond?

Ah, yes.

Of course.

Is there anybody else?

Not from me.

Was Jeremy Swain ever out here?

Yes. When was the last time?

A bit monthly.

Are you sure?

We know a car was written here on a farm.

Do you know how many farms there are in Oxfordshire?

Tommy!

How do you fancy your chances at vice -regent? Now it's just a two -horse

I'm a thoroughbred.

The nag will fall.

So Blackmore was the pro at the pit, but was he the one at the hotel and in

Bristol?

If it is just one, then we're not looking for a double act.

Blackmore and Mancini?

Well, I'd buy Blackmore being...

Unstable enough to eliminate rival candidates.

But why would he kill Winter?

Unless it was to frame Caroline, but then he'd have to know she was Sally

Mancini could have told him.

Hathaway.

Mrs. Gough?

Father Mancini?

Well, what exactly have you found out?

Mrs. Gough?

Are you there?

Yes, she knows why she was told not to trust Mantini.

I wrote that note.

I didn't want Mother selling the paintings to pay for Mantini's Italian

Center. Our loyal Felix discovered the truth.

The best to clear the air.

The secret's faster.

Those exquisite Castelli's are my only liquid assets of any note, you see,

but... She'll inherit this house when I go, which is worth far more than they

are. I can't wait for that.

I want to marry Felix.

Get away from this godforsaken place.

Godforsaken?

Shame Felix doesn't share your bizarre ambition.

I do.

Mrs. Goff, marrying Gina answers a deep -seated need for her and for

me.

It makes perfect and joyful sense.

So... I may yet dandle a grandchild on my ancient

knee. I don't think this is a police matter, is it, sir?

No.

Thanks.

Delightful.

Funny thing, Kate.

His?

Hers.

Though Sensen did seem heartfelt about needing her.

Listen, I might as well tell you.

Dr. Hobson knows already, but I asked her to keep it under her hat, so I went

public. What?

Our Lynn's pregnant.

Oh.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

That's why she wants me to slow down.

This Italian trip's meant to be the sort of start of that.

It's nonno, I think, Italian for grandpa.

Yeah, yeah.

Thing is, my dad died young.

Not much older than I am now.

I want longer with me grandchild.

Lynn says retire now, move up near them.

So what do I do?

Stick it out?

Take this chance to chuck the job in.

Is it heavy?

Only at first.

South Island leave a message and I'll get back to you.

Please I'll call me

Sergeant

Hathaway, I'm looking through winter things and I found a stack of

photos or Caroline hope long lens stuff

Oh, and his neighbours say that he was spending like it was going out of

fashion. When they asked him, he winked and said, there's a fortune in secret.

Making money from a secret doesn't have to be blackmail, though. He could have

sold Caroline's true identity.

Well, let's have her in on suspicion, at least. She had no alibi for Winter's

murder.

Stop. Cut through the tail and meet her back at St. Gerard.

When

you're

married to Gina, perhaps you won't need to worry about money.

Although...

Father Mancini and his plans would have to wait.

I give it to him for you.

Much appreciated.

Another one.

I never even noticed apostrophes before I met you.

Pass away, yeah.

When?

How old?

No, thanks, yeah.

The Neptune's daughter killed herself four years ago.

Never came to terms with her parents' death, but she had a son.

Do we know his name?

No, but he'd be in his 40s now.

This is about revenge.

It's always been about revenge.

The signs at the farm, remember?

Yeah, beans, tomatoes.

Those ones for fertiliser. And who's the obvious customer for fertiliser?

I have my camera.

What do you think?

Serious dick, Felix, yeah?

A death as full of horror as my life of sin.

Practicing a confession of suicide now.

Consider it. Not here.

Caroline.

You'll walk it.

Get this stuff off.

Stay.

I won't be long.

He's got a confessing to all of them.

Winter for blackmailing her, the bishop by mistake, Swain to eliminate him from

the election, and Ben so that his mother would stand down.

Then he put, even if I win, I can't hide my true nature anymore.

And I know that I am beyond redemption.

That's why I must take my own life.

dad who couldn't live with mum's grief and walked out on us.

And then my mum killed herself after years of nothingness and you

sailed alive thinking all the bad stuff's behind you. Well, it's not.

Winter thought you were a horrid little girl.

I paid him to help me trace you.

But then he was curious to get a look at you, all grown up. So I treated him to

a little ox of brake.

See, if I'd just killed you, then you'd have died Caroline Hope,

turned the life around, instead of Sally Bond.

The same horrid little girl who just couldn't stop herself from killing again

and again to get what she wanted. What you did made me what I am.

And now I can't get on with my life while the world spits on your memory.

In the atheist tragedy, Levi Dolcea gets a final speech before she commits

suicide.

You won't?

You didn't even note that.

You will.

Excuse me.

Where's Caroline?

Detestation of my deed.

I've seen it with a death as full of horror as my life of sin.

Stage direction.

Stab this hell.

Proceed with the sale of the castells.

And may God bless your Italian endeavors.

Grazie mille, signor.

Have

you informed

that woman that she's won?

Not yet.

Thank you.

Revenge is a kind of wild justice which the more man's nature runs to, the more

ought law to weed it out.

Maybe that's what we're for.

Change of direction opportunity for me with Professor Pinnock.

It depends on whether you take early retirement.

Well, I wouldn't bank on there being an inspector vacancy if I go.

Gene Ennis might just decide not to fill it.

Still, you stay if I go, fair enough.

That's not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is, if you go, I go.

Who else would then?

Look at that.

What do you need God for when we've got that?

God is in everything.

Do you know what St. Thomas Aquinas said?

Was it, same again, please?

Near enough.

Una birra, per favore.