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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.