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Midsomer Murders[s03e04]
Beyond the Grave

ALAN
...by 3:30 that afternoon,

August 1st, 1644
the fighting was over.

The Battle of Aspern Tallo
had been lost.

Royalists had falle
around the king like ripe corn.

But Jonathan Lowrie was no
among the dead.

Now, this way, please.

And keep up if you will.

Ah. Follow.

He had fought that day bravely
for king and country,

paying dearly for the privilege.

But who would care?

He was a wealthy man
much in the king?s favor,

and had few friends in thi
Roundhead part of the world.

He made his wa
down this very lane

and paused her
to gather strength

and draw water from the well.

[ Bell chiming ]

Stand aside, please
I?m coming through!

Do mind the gradient
Miss Bunsall.

He drank and moved on.

Follow, follow.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

When he reached this point,

Cromwellian thugs on the rampag
caught sight of him from yonder.

For the first time in his life
Jonathan Lowrie ran.
Cromwellian thugs on the rampag
caught sight of him from yonder.

For the first time in his life
Jonathan Lowrie ran.

Blood poured from a wound to hi
left shoulder, leaving a trail.

But on he pressed...

...until here before hi
stood the family home,

Aspern Hall.

Afternoon.

And as he entered the grea
hall,

he called out to his wife.

"Florence! Florence!"

And as he reached this spot,

so a Roundhead musketee
at the door shot him...

dead.

And in accordance with his wish

to be buried where he fel
that day...

...this becam
his last resting place.

Though I know for a fac
he is not at peace.

You?re not trying to sell u
a ghost, are you, Mr. Bradford?

Why?

Don?t you believ
in such things?

What, have you seen it?

Many have.

And before he walks abroad
he gives fair warning,

tolling the church bel
mournfully.
And before he walks abroad
he gives fair warning,

tolling the church bel
mournfully.

We are blessed wit
a fine portrait of Jonathan,

crafted at the heigh
of his powers

by the artist Robert Walk--

You?re a policeman.

Do something!

[ Birds chirping ]

Who says justice is dead?

George Burton fell off the twig

while being interviewe
about his book.

JOYCE: I gather you and Georg
weren?t close.

Last of a gang.

Hijacked four lorries in Dover
1985.

Nailed one of the driver
to a fence.

Ooh
And then wrote a book about it?

That?s all the rage, isn?t it?

What time did Cull
eventually get in?

Two...ish.

They?ve got a favor to ask you.

They?

But, Dad, the lease on Nico?
flat has just run out.

I don?t care
He?s not moving in.

What about the box room, Tom?

I mean, we could put your stuf
in the garage.

"Stuff"?

It?s only for two weeks.

Why is it when I say "no,
you both hear "yes"?

Oh
Good morning, Nico.

-There?s something else
-There always is.

He?s got a part in a soap opera.

Is it a speaking part?

I-It?s a police drama.

I?m a detective sergeant.

We were hoping you?d let hi
shadow Gavin, see how it?s done.

JOYCE
[ Chuckles ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Door opens ]

I suppose a nice, juicy murde
is too much to hope for, then?

The best I can offe
is a vandalized painting

at Aspern Tallow Museum.

But so fa
your detective sergeant

is absolutely believable.

Terrific.

Why?

You?ve observe
rule number one --

always keep the governo
waiting.

Oh, Charlie.

You?ve nearly finished.

Oh, I don?t hang about.

Oh
It?s perfect.

Oh!

It?s much better tha
that poky attic in my house.

Oh!

Oh
Careful. Careful.

[ Chuckles ]

Oh.

Oh, I never reall
thanked you enough

for doing all that you?ve don
for me --

moving me in here with you.

Well, I?m gla
it?s all worked out.

And as from Monday morning,

"Sandra MacKillop.

Paintings restored, framed
cleaned --

You name it, she can do it."

Actually, I?ve -
I?ve had a phone call

from Aspern Tallow Museum.

Alan Bradford wants me to d
a job for him.

Tell me.

Well, there?s a portrai
he wants me to repair.

He wants me to go down ther
as soon as possible.

And what are you waiting for?

I was hoping that...

...that you?d come with me.

Give me five minutes.

Morning, sir.

Yes. Morning, Angel.

No wonder they broke in, sir.

Fake alarm system
single mortise lock on the door,

windows that don?t clos
properly.

Where?s Sergeant Troy?

Inside, sir.

This way, sir.

Yes. Thank you, Angel
I can manage.

Right, sir.

Someone?s had a g
at this painting, sir.

Rule number two.

Always treat the bos
as if he?s blind and stupid.

Troy, Nico will be following yo
around for a week.

What for, sir?

I?ve been cas
in a police drama.

I?m Inspector Barnaby
And you are, sir?

Alan Bradford, curator.

I?m surprise
you?ve got anything left

to curate, Mr. Bradford.

Fake alarm syste
on the front wall,

single mortise lock on the door,

windows that won?t shu
properly.

Why don?t you hang up a notic
saying "Please burgle me"?

It?s a question of the readies
Inspector.

We?re not everyone?s ide
of a fun day out.

-Give it a go
-What would that mean, then?

Tell me what happened her
yesterday, then.

I was doing the Jonathan Lowri
death tour

with half a dozen or so punters.

The portrait was fin
when we left.

Hi, Alan.

Oh, I?m sorry.

Sandra, wonderful to see you.

Come on in.

This is...

Inspector Barnaby.

That?s Detective Sergeant Tro
behind you.

Hello.

Oh
Um, uh, Sandra MacKillop.

I?m here to repair the painting.

MacKillop
As in MacKillop Software?

That?s us
I?m Charles MacKillop.

I?m Sandra?s brother-in-law.

SANDRA
And guardian angel.

Why do you need one
Mrs. MacKillop?

Uh...

Well, m-my husband die
last year and, um...

Sandra, you said it.

It?s marvelous.

Brilliant.

Oh
Sorry, Inspector.

[ Chuckles ]

Alan, Charlie?s turning a roo
into a studio for me,

but it isn?t quite finished.

Is it okay if I start work here?

It?s marvelous.

We can rope you off
turn you into an exhibit.

[ Chuckles ]

Jonathan Lowrie.

Royalist, philanthropist
classical scholar,

and all ?round excellent egg.

Yes
1591 to 1644.

How do you know?

It says so over there
where he?s buried.

Somebody really meant business.

-ALAN: Can you fix it
-CHARLES: Of course she can.

TOM: What did he look like
as a matter of interest?

We turned him into a postcar
one year.

Sold like hotcakes.

You all right?

Yes.

Yes.

When do I start?

There?s nothing here for us
Troy.

File it under "forget."

Did you notice the smel
in there, sir?

Well, it?s a museum, Troy.

It?s full of stuf
long past its sell-by date.

I did, Sergeant.

Fish.

Your average villain?
gone soft.

Carving up paintings?

They?ll be breakin
the speed limit next...

or dropping litter.

You know
why choose that picture?

Why not one of the others?

And having broken in
why not nick something?

Have you got something agains
us having a quiet day, sir?

What?s your opinion, Nico?

-Me
-Come on, man.

You?ll be doing thi
for semi-real

in a couple of weeks? time.

NICO: Maybe it?s a grudg
against the Lowrie family.

Going back 350 years
Never.

A man dies.

His wife?s a picture restorer,

trying to get bac
into the game.

Lo and behold
a portrait is damaged

and she?s called in to fix it.

Job creation?

Or is that my nasty
suspicious mind?

No comment, sir.

Have you got a comment on that?

Yeah.

Someone took a shortcu
across the graveyard

and it fell ou
of their shopping bag.

Shortcut where?

The museum?s a dead end.

Sir, two minutes ago
there was nothing here for us.

Now the world turns on a packe
of smoked mackerel.

Put it in the canteen freezer.

Label it carefully
or it?ll end up on the menu.

Look after this.

ANNE
Morning, Jim.

Morning.

Anything in the papers?

None of it worth reading.

Come and sit down.

Tell me all the new
from the village.

All the gossip, you mean.

Oh. All right
Tell me all the gossip.

And if there isn?t any
you can make some up.

Well, the shop?s had her baby.

And he certainly doesn?t loo
like anyone I know,

least of all her husband.

They?ve called him Leonardo
after that actor.

And then there?s the painting
of course.

-That?s got people going
-What?s the feeling about that?

Is it deliberate or casua
or a ghost from Alan?s past?

Well, kids is favorite.

Where do you want me to star
today, Jim? Up or down?

Why don?t we start with coffee?

George Burton.

All things com
to him who waits.

A book?

What book?

Basically, the job of a D.S.

is to keep a chec
on his governor.

I mean, I?m lucky. Old Tom?
a good bloke to work for.

But he does look for troubl
where there isn?t any.

He?s also coming this way.

Troy, what do you thin
of Alan Bradford?

I?ve handed it back to uniform
sir.
Troy, what do you thin
of Alan Bradford?

I?ve handed it back to uniform
sir.

I thought it wa
no further action.

I want to show Nic
how we work --

you know
the free exchange of ideas.

Bradford?

Over the top, easily rattled
born to carry the can.

Otherwise harmless.

Nico?

He?s a bit theatrical.

But yeah, I agree with Gavin -
harmless.

Well, I?ve got new
for you both.

The excellent, wonderful
marvelous Mr. Bradford

has got a record.

Sir, you said, "Troy
there is nothing here for us.

File it under ?forget.?"

That was before we foun
the smoked mackerel.

[ Door opens, closes ]

-JAMES: Morning, ladies
-WOMAN: Good morning.

What?s all this?

A piece of local history, Jim.

A suit of armor take
from the battlefield in 1644.

The dead man?s descendan
has sent it back to us.

All the way from Champagne
Illinois.

[ Laughs
Well, I?ll be damned.

How?s Sandra doing?

Marvelous
Quite a hit.

In fact, I think we could buil
on this, Jim.

Open a craft section.

You know, real peopl
doing real things.

Come on
Get your jacket.

I?ll buy you a pin
and talk you out of it.

[ Wood creaking ]

Alan!

Alan!

[ Door opens ]

What?s wrong?

I?m going outside.

I?ll be all right
I?m sorry.

I thought you sai
she was better.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Telephone ringing
indistinct conversations ]

CHARLES
Hiya. How did it go?

-It went well, yes
-Good.

There?s only a couple of thing
for you to sign.

Won?t take a minute.

Must be a nice place to work
the museum.

If you like ghosts, yes.

Not that old chestnut, surely.

I?m trying to be sensible
Charlie, but look at him.

Is it just me?

Oh, come on, Sandie.

The set of the eyes
I grant you.

-But there the similarity ends
-The nose, the chin.

The way he?s standing.

No
You?re making too much of it.

In any case, even if he doe
look a bit like David, so what?

So now you think he does!

Come on
Let?s go home.

I?ll cook you something exotic.

Or would you rather talk it ove
with Linda Marquis first?

I mentioned to this policema
that David had died.

And Alan Bradford was thrille
just because I used the word.

And then it all cam
flooding back?

Yes. And then he showed u
this postcard.

I?ve known that portrai
all my life,

but I?ve never mad
the connection.

Does it remind you of anyone?

Well, yes.

David.

Vaguely, I suppose.

But, Linda, Charlie says no.

Which is it, for God?s sake?

It doesn?t matter.

The point is it triggere
your memory,

not of the good times that yo
and David had shared together,

but of the months of agony whe
you couldn?t accept his passing.

You forgot the "3D" mantr
that we worked out

should his name be mentioned.

Can you say it for me now?

David. Delight. Departed.

Now mean it, Sandra.

David.

Delight.

Departed.

And again
with no doubt whatsoever.

David.

Delight.

Departed.

There are no ghost
in Aspern Tallow museum.

Not in paintings, in rockin
chairs, or under stone slabs.

They?re only in your mind.
Not in paintings, in rockin
chairs, or under stone slabs.

They?re only in your mind.

[ Latch clicks ]

[ Knock on door ]

A gentleman calle
at this time of night?

That?ll give my neighbor
something to talk about.

[ Chuckles
I won?t keep you, Annie.

Don?t be daft, Jim
[ Chuckles ]

What can I get you?

No. I-I just want to say thi
and I?ll go.

I?m selling the cottage, Annie.

Well, what for?

Oh
It?s a long story.

For one reason or another, I?v
missed out on certain things,

like a wife and family.

I regretted it.

Well, I?m too old for kids
but not for a wife.

Good-looking man like you, Jim
you could take your pick.

I have done.

[ Bell tolling in distance ]

Jonathan Lowrie?

You don?t believe in ghosts
do you, Jim?

It?ll be the wind.

Those bells must weigh a ton.

Jim...you mustn?t.

[ Bell tolling in distance ]
Jim...you mustn?t.

[ Bell tolling in distance ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Grunts ]

JOYCE
So, what?s it like?

The chap I?m playing doesn?
have much to say for himself.

His boss has masses.

Look at it.

On and on and on.

-They got that bit right, then
-Yes.

Except, unlike Tom,

this bloke doesn?t see crim
with a capital K in every --

-Morning, Dad
-TOM: Morning, Cully.

Morning, Nico.

You were saying?

The difference between yo
and the Chief Inspector here.

He?s not nearly so...

s-so thorough.

Doesn?t see crim
with a capital K

in every packe
of smoked mackerel?

Is that it?

Sorry.

You?re sitting in my place.

-TOM: Thank you
-Dad, it?s for you. Gavin.

It was just here.

I took a few steps forward
paused, looked ?round, and wham.

Fist to the face.

Did you see the owne
of that fist?

Not really.

Dark hair, I think.

Dark features
Dark clothe.

But it was dark.

Why were you her
in the first place?

I heard the church bell.

It?s the sign Jonathan Lowri
is up and about.

And you came to meet him?

Of course not.

But someone was ringin
the bell.

Who were they
What did they want?

Mr. Tate
You found him, yeah?

That?s right.

And what were you doing here?

Bit of a party, was it?

We heard the same thin
that Alan did,

so we came over to investigate.

I?m sorry. I don?t thin
I?ve had the pleasure.

Anne Quarritch.

Ah, yes
You clean the museum, yeah?

And before you ask if I?ve seen

any dodgy character
hanging around -- No, I haven?t.

Mr. Bradford.
any dodgy character
hanging around -- No, I haven?t.

Mr. Bradford.

Till just now.

TOM: Things are warming up
Mr. Bradford.

First the painting, now this.

You think they?re connected?

300 years of peace and quiet
and then two crimes in two days?

-Of course they?re connected
-[ Dog barking ]

We?re pulling a crowd, sir.

Oh, God.

ELEANOR: I didn?t realiz
you were so out of condition.

Take some deep breath
before we get down to business.

TOM
Can I help you?

Yes. You can chain my tricycl
to that fence.

[ Chuckles ]

Actually, that -
that was a polite way

of asking yo
what are you doing here.

We?re police officers.

Really?

Then you?re the one
who need help, not me.

Do let me kno
if I can be of assistance.

You can
With names.

What?s yours?

I am Marcus Lowrie,

Jonathan?s great-great-great-

great-great-great-great-great
great-grandson.

Close, were you?

What are you doing here
Mr. Lowrie?

The bell tolle
in the middle of the night.

Jonathan is risen.

And we have a questio
to ask him.

Well, tough. The museu
is closed, and you can?t go in.

Alan, dear, don?t be peevish
What would your mother say?

She?d say, "Leave me alone
I?ve been dead for 10 years."

"Dead" is an un-word
as well you know.

Your mother is right her
with us now,

and she says
"Don?t be unkind to Eleanor.

Let her into the museum."

And I can hear my old mothe
too, saying,

"Don?t let this lad
come the old acid

until you know who she is."

You?re in the presenc
of Eleanor Bunsall,

self-appointed quee
of Aspern Tallow.

What was the questio
you wanted to ask Jonathan?

Is that any of your business?

Oh, please
Indulge me.

I need to know what he di
with the family?s money.

I?m sorry?

It went missin
shortly after he died.

We?ve scrimped and save
for 300 years.
It went missin
shortly after he died.

We?ve scrimped and save
for 300 years.

But not anymore.

In that case, be my guest.

Thank you.

Jonathan Lowrie.

I am Eleanor Margaret Bunsall.

What have you got to sa
for yourself?

Do you believe in lif
after death, Mr. Bradford?

Of course not.

You told one of my colleagues
P.C. Angel, that you did,

that you?d see
this Jonathan Lowrie.

Strictly for the punters
They love it.

Shh!

I know you?re there, Jonathan
so don?t let?s play silly games.

Yes. Go on
Speak to her.

Quiet, Marcus.

We need your help wit
the family silver, Jonathan.

Any ideas?

I know where it is.

Shh.

[ Sighs ]

Oh, really
This is too much.

Noises off from you, Marcus,

chattering in the stalls
and now a late entrance.

Sandra, quickly, take a seat.

Sorry, Miss Bunsall.

Sorry.

MARCUS
He?s here!

TOM
Everybody out.

Oh, what is it?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Fire extinguisher.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Just when we were gettin
somewhere.

Let?s hope it works.

Mrs. Bunsall, out -- now!

Is that clear?

It?s under control.

-You all right
-Yeah.

It was a bit of a shock.

-Where did she go
-Who?

Sandra MacKillop.

She?s down there.

Troy. Troy.

Who do you want --

Eleanor Bunsal
or Alan Bradford?

-Bradford, sir
-Good man.

Ask her how she starte
the fire.

-Oh
-Go on.

Mr. Bradford
A word, if I may.

Would this be a good tim
to mention your criminal record?

Not if I have a choic
in the matter, no.

You mean that Mr. Tate
chairman of the trustees,

doesn?t know about your passio
for valuable bronzes?

I didn?t thin
he?d be interested.

I think he?ll be fascinated.

No, Inspector
Please.

But you stole a bus
of Oliver Cromwell

from an auctioneer in Bristo
valued at ?13,000.

Not for money.

For love.

Oh, it?s the old crim
of passion, is it?

Who was she?

Not that kind of love.

Love of one?s subject.

History, the Civil War
"Cromwell, Our Chief of Men."

Mr. Barnaby wondere
if you had any ideas

on how the fire started
Miss Bunsall.

Heat, Sergeant.

Yes, but did you have anythin
to do with it,

is what he meant, I think.

Do I look like a pyromaniac?

I?m not sayin
you?re the The Brink?s-MAT type,

but you did spend six month
inside Reading Jail.

Did you make any friend
while you were there?

Or more importantly
any enemies?

You mean you think I?m a target
Inspector?

Someone doesn?t like you
do they?

I mean, the painting, the nose.

Perhaps that?s why they move
the packing case.

The packing case, Inspector.

It?s not where I left i
last night.

Nico.

Sir.

I-I mean yes, Tom?

"Sir" will do just fine.

The Marcus family silver
You said you know where it is.

The inscriptio
on the burial slab.

It?s Greek.

"Jonathan Lowrie -- kai pant
ta chremata enthade taphentes."

"Here lies Jonathan Lowri
and all his worldly goods."

Sir.

You tell Marcus?

NICO
He wanted to know.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Would this b
a typical sort of day, Gavin?

Yep. Nutters
Then more nutters.

Inspector, I gather you?ve ha
quite a day.

We certainly have.

-Let me get you a drink
-Oh, please.

Why did you let old Miss Bunsal
loose in the museum, Inspector?

Professional curiosity
I suppose.

See, I don?t believe in ghosts
just people with dark motives.

Is that how you explai
the burning packing cases?
See, I don?t believe in ghosts
just people with dark motives.

Is that how you explai
the burning packing cases?

At the moment
I don?t explain it at all.

But I can tell you it was helpe
along with a little paraffin.

[ Chuckling
Hardly the work of a ghost.

It?s not a joke, Charlie.

Something?s going on in there.

Otherwise, why i
Inspector Barnaby here?

Actually, I came to ask you --

Why did you rush awa
in such a hurry this afternoon?

Is that a crime?

I?m sorry
I?m so sorry.

I-I was frightened
I was --

I needed to find Charlie.

Anything else?

Yes.

Why did Mr. Bradford choose yo
to repair the painting?

Because I?m the only restore
within 30 miles.

Just seems od
that as you?re trying to get

back into the swing of things
someone wrecks a painting.

I resent that!

Resent what?

-His implication
-Which is?

You saw what happene
this afternoon, Inspector.

-I?m in no mood -
-Oh, come on.

-They have to ask these things
-Well, I don?t have to listen.

Will she be all right?

The short-term answer is yes.

As regards the long term
I really have no idea.

[ Birds chirping ]

Why is she like she is?

When David, my brother, died
Sandra couldn?t believe it.

Literally.

She had a kind of breakdown.

So I moved her in here with me

and tried to protect her
if you like.

From what?

Oh, you know
Garden-fence gossip.

David was the fittest ma
you?d ever meet.

Some people suggested he migh
have taken his own life.

-But he didn?t
-No.

He wasn?t the sort, Inspector.

You and he wer
business partners, yeah?

Yeah. And he left quite a gap
I can tell you.

Sandra may have lost a husband,

but I lost somebody who mean
more to me than I realized.

Tell me about Eleanor Bunsall.

Rider of broomsticks and minde
of other people?s business.

She harmless, do you think?

So long as you don?t liste
to the rubbish she talks.

Unfortunately, Sandra think
the world of her.

[ Door opens ]

JAMES
Hello.

What?s that, Jim?

Oh
It?s a metal detector.

I want to put an articl
in the parish magazine --

"There is no silve
in Jonathan Lowrie?s grave,

so don?t waste your tim
digging it up."

I love this place, Annie.

I don?t really want t
leave it.

ANNE
Then why are you going?

No choice.

I?m going to France.

I?ve got a house ther
in the south.

It?s miles off the beaten track.

There?s olive trees for shade
vineyard for wines.

The sea?s just a stone?s throw.

What do you say?

Me?

JAMES
Think it over.

[ Beeping ]

[ Beeping rapidly ]

Sounds lik
I?ve just struck gold.

[ Door opens ]

[ Beeping continues ]

Buried treasure?

JAMES: Yes. You come to clai
your share, Inspector?

No.

My sergeant here is a ver
practical man, as a rule.

But there?s a tiny piece of him

that?s willing to believ
in ghosts --

and their ability to set fir
to packing cases.

And it?s almost this tim
yesterday, almost to the minute.

Troy, give me your hand.

Pardon?

Give me your hand.

[ Inhales sharply
Ooh.

That?s how it happened.

Old glass
Maybe 200 years old.

Uneven, with a prism in it.

Which means...

What?s that mean, Troy?

Whoever moved the packing cas
knew this place very well.

Like a curator.

Or a trustee.

Or a cleaner.

The police thin
I cut the portrait myself

to get the job of repairing it.

I?m sure they don?t.

And I must finish the job
for Alan?s sake.

For your own sake.

Yes. Yes.

Yes. Of course.

Is it a problem?

I-I don?t know where to do it -
at home or at the museum.

Oh, I see.

The museum has taken o
another dimension.

I keep thinkin
I see David standing over me,

that he?s actually there.

Well, let?s tackle that.

If you stay awa
from the museum,

your imagination will mak
that feeling worse.

If you go there
you can deal with it.

Do you feel the need to prove

that you?re not actuall
going mad?

I need to see David.

That?s what frightens me.

WOMAN: Right, boys and girls
Finish up what you?re doing.

Time we moved on now.

If you?d like to follow m
to the upstairs room.

Sandie, I need some rivet
for this chap?s gauntlet.

I?ll be across in my office -
two minutes.

[ Door slams ]

David?

David?

Is that you?

MAN
Sandra?

Sandra?

You all right?

[ Sighs ]

Yes.

Yes
Of course.

You were quite righ
to call me in on this, Sandra,

but why didn?t you do s
earlier?

I should have.

I know.

I used to tell you everythin
in the past, but...

It?s Charles, isn?t it?

Typical man.

Thinks he?s the only on
who can help.

Well, even he think
I?m going mad.

He?s too polite to say.

"Madness" is an un-word, dear.

It does not exist.

There are only varying degree
of sanity.

Yours and mine just happen to b
more varied than most.

Now, what can I do for you?

Well, all these strange thing
that have been happening --

the portrait, the rocker moving
the bell, the fire.

People say it?s Jonathan Lowrie,

but I think David is trying t
reach me.

Well, we?ll soon find out.

David!

What the devil is going on?

Out with it, man.

[ Door closes ]

Bastards!

You stole it.

You stole my inheritance!

Give it to me.

Give it to me, I say.

Aah!

Aah!

[ Thudding, Marcus grunting ]

SANDRA
Eleanor, no.

ELEANOR
We are modern women, Sandra.

We fear nothing
Follow me.

[ Door opens ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Inspector, who has don
this terrible thing?

I don?t know, Mr. Bradford
I?ve only just got here.

To think..
I could be lying in there.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

It?s Marcus Lowrie, sir.

Came to dig u
the family fortune.

Someone got there before him.

Only I don?t thin
there was a fortune, Tom.

Pennies in a leather bag
though.

Oh, God. They?ve made a mes
of him, haven?t they?

What with?

Corner of something soli
and square.

He?d been hit six times.

But not with this?

No blood
and it doesn?t match the dents.

Who reported it?

Eleanor Bunsall, sir.

Oof
Break out the body armor, Troy.

[ Indistinct conversations
dog barking ]

Lowrie?s dog, sir
Can?t just leave him here.

Put him in the car.

Put him in the car.

Come on.

A security system, Mr. Tate
I believe I did mention it.

I could hardly get it installe
overnight.

Nevertheless, I?d like a prope
chat with you, please, sometime.

What for?

Well, you thought there wa
money in that grave, didn?t you?

Your metal detector told yo
as much.

You?ll need a statemen
from me as well, Inspector.

Why
Did you kill him?

N-No
Of course I didn?t.

Brilliant at making you fee
guilty, isn?t he?

TROY
Why pennies in the grave, sir?

NICO
For the ferryman.

TROY
He what?

NICO: This Jonathan Lowrie
Greek scholar.

He?d have taken some coins

to pay the ferryma
to row him over the River Styx.

Why didn?t you know that, Troy?

Do a left here.

[ Tires screech ]

Rule number -
Where are we up to now?

Uh, seven, sir.

Rule number seven
Never use the indicator.

Keeps the other driver
on their toes.

That right, Troy?

TOM: What were you doin
in the graveyard

at midnight, Miss Bunsall?

Is that any of your business?

Oh. Indulge me
Again.

Insomnia
I often walk at night.

In a graveyard
Alone?

I have so many friends there.

So there you are, chatting awa
with a few old friends.

You hear Marcus scream.

You run inside
and there he is, dead.

Not dead, Inspector
Merely murdered.

Oh, I?m sorry.

"Dead" is an un-word.

Did you see anyone else?

Such as?

Well, I had in min
his "un-killer."

He must have still been there
in the museum.

If I?d known that, I?d hav
stayed on, had it out with him.

I?m very glad you didn?t.

I was armed, Inspector.

Sir, this is CS gas.

Yes. I picked it up in France
at the World Cup,

where it came in very handy
I can tell you.

Miss Bunsall
it is illegal in this country.

And I?m confiscating it.

In that case, I shall refus
to cooperate further.

TOM
It?s too late.

You?ve already told u
all we need to know.

Except, of course
for who was with you last night.

My lips are sealed

in accordance with my versio
of the Hippocratic oath.

Oh, the Hippocratic oath, eh?

So you were ther
professionally.

Who with?

Any more questions
Sensible ones.

Yes.

Does nothing die in your world
Miss Bunsall?

You know, people, plants
animals?

You?re smarter than you look
young man.

We are all par
of an endless saga.

We fade, yes,

but only to reappea
in ever brighter colors.

So you can tal
to Jonathan Lowrie,

the dickie birds, or -
or even a Christmas tree

just as easily as you can tal
to us?

More so, because they appreciat
what I say.

TOM
Oh, right.

Well, thank you
Thank you, Miss Bunsall.

Thanks for your time.

You?re not going already
surely.

Why? Is there something els
you want to tell us?

No, but he hasn?t finishe
mending my puncture yet.

God spare m
from little old ladies.

She?s a cantankerous old ba
and daft as a bloody brush.

I don?t know, Troy
I rather like her.

Some of what she sai
does make sense.

I mean, we are all par
of an eternal pageant.

If you say so, sir.

And on her own admission,

she doesn?t see murde
as killing someone, does she?

TROY: Ah.

And she was ther
when Marcus copped it, you mean.

[ Birds chirping ]

Oh, hello
What are those two up to?

Inspector.

Come and join us.

If I were to ask yo
where your sister-in-law was

at midnight, sir
you?d say in bed, I take it.

Well, she was.

Wasn?t she?

We think she was in th
graveyard with Eleanor Bunsall,

trying to contac
her dead husband.

CHARLES
Oh, please, no.

Inspector, have you ever know
anyone like Sandra?

with her symptoms, I mean.

What exactly are they?

The usual stuf
associated with a breakdown.

Mood swings, uncertainty
sudden panic.

But that?s so unlik
the real Sandra.

I mean, I?ve alway
thought of her as --

as strong, determined, capable.

People change.

Especially after losin
a partner.

But you told us, Charlie -
Sandra told us herself --

that she was getting stronger.

In the space of a few days
all that is gone.

Can you explain that?

Not really, but..
one or two things do bother me.

Like what?

The portrait gets slashed.

Sandie?s the obvious choic
to fix it.

Put that the other way ?round
though.

She?ll be chosen to repair it
so let?s cut one up.

Are you saying you thin
there might be some purpose

in all this?

Go on, Mr. Bradford.

And what?s more,

it?s a portrait that reminds he
of her dead husband.

You were there the day I showe
her the postcards.

You all right?

Yes.

Yes.

When do I start?

The portrait does bea
an uncanny resemblance to David.

Which puts him firmly bac
in her mind.

But she?s known that portrai
all her life.

Why is it suddenly so important?

Because of other thing
that happen around it.

Bells ring in the night.

The packing cases catch fire.

Yesterday I left her alon
in the museum for two minutes,

during which time a bus
of Charles I fell to the ground.

Sandra says it move
of its own accord.

And she went straigh
to Eleanor Bunsall, Troy.

She did too.

How do you know?

Because I?ve bee
following her around

for the past couple of days.

I?m worried.

[ Door closes ]

Sandie?

[ Exhales deeply
Thank God you?re here.

What on eart
are you doing here?

Miss Bunsall?

Is he dead?

Yes, but how
There?s no one here.

Leave, both of you.

Quickly and quietly
Quick!

TOM
You were there, Mr. MacKillop.

Thank God.

Supposing he?d lashed ou
at Sandra or even Miss Bunsall.

In Miss Bunsall?s case
he?d have regretted it.

-Where?s Sandra now
-CHARLES: In bed.

-I can go and wake her if you -
-No, no. Don?t.

Thank you gentlemen.

We?ll leave it for now.

So now Sandra?s being got at
is she?

But not in your book
obviously, Troy.

Right.

Okay. Tell me this
Why Marcus was killed?

-For the family dosh
-There wasn?t any.

Well, the kille
didn?t know that.

He would?v
by the time Marcus walked in.

He?d got dow
as far as the skeleton.

Hadn?t found so muc
as a gallstone.

All right, then
He was pissed off.

All that work for nothing.

So he swings around, clobber
him, turns him into cat?s meat.

The way you tell it, Troy
so graphically,

one might almost be there.

Annie, I don?t mean to -
to push you on this, but...

It?s all right, Jim
I?ve thought it over.

The answer is yes -
I?ll come with you.

You won?t regret it
I promise you.

When do we leave?

Well, I-I thin
we should go soon.

Like in a couple of days.

Why
What?s the panic?

Barnaby wants to talk to me.

Oh, Jim, you haven?t don
anything daft, have you?

Like killing Marcus
No, no.

I-I just don?t want the polic
tramping all over my past life.

There?s one or two thing
you should know about me

before we go, Annie
just in case you disapprove.

Why don?t you tell me about the
somewhere more comfortable?

[ Keys jingle ]

Who the hell are you?

The point is, who are you...Jim?

I reckon you were the banker fo
George Burton and his cronies.

You shafted them.

And now they?re all dead
you can spend the money.

[ Paper rustling ]

On your bike.

100 quid?

With all the plans I?ve got?

100,000, more like.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Both laughing ]

[ Thud, man grunts ]

Aah!

[ Both grunting ]

[ Clattering ]

We?re not going to se
Miss Bunsall again, are we, sir?

-We can if you want
-No.

It?s just that afte
the puncture,

I had to unblock a drain
putty a window,

and rehang a tile.

That?s police work for you --

helping old ladie
across the road.

I?ll have egg and bacon bap,

a large white coffe
with two sugars,

and whatever you fanc
for yourself.

Sir?

Um, coffee
Black.

If you wanted somethin
more substantial,

I wouldn?t rat on you.

Back home, I mean.

No sugar.

Nice lad.

But get a load of this.

He?s going to be paid mor
for playing me

than I am for being me.

It?s a funny old life, Troy.

Listen.

I want you to find out how muc
Sandra MacKillop is worth.

You can lean on our old frien
Mr. Jocelyne.

According to this
he is the company solicitor.

Hop in, Anne.

Ta.

[ Birds chirping ]

Oh! Ah.

TOM
Hold on.

There you go.

Elbows.

Jim
Mr. Barnaby?s here.

Jim, where --

TROY: Blimey. They?ve been goin
at it some, whoever they are.

Troy, upstairs
Go on.

Nico, front room.

Is he going on holiday?

Kind of.

He was going to take m
with him.

What do you think has happene
to him?

Where to?

France.

France, for good.

What, he?s leaving all this
Selling up?

-NICO: Sir
-Yeah.

Who he is, Annie?

I?ll bet you money his nam
isn?t really James Tate.

It?s a mess upstairs as well
sir.

They?ve really turned it over.

But he?s not there?

No.

What is going on, Annie?

He?s in that book.

George Burton, last of a gang

on whom our Mr. Tate was keepin
a very close eye.

Suitcase packed
ready to got to France, you say.

Whereabouts in France?

South.

Olive trees
Vineyard. Sea.

That?s what he promised me.

And that takes money.

Lots of it.

[ Door opens ]

It doesn?t seem real, does it?

No.

But he was there
We all saw him.

Marcus was a greedy
lazy old man, Sandra.

If he hadn?t been
he?d still be alive.

Hello, you two.

Hi, Alan
Um, we?ve come for the painting.

I?m going to finish it of
in my studio.

Ah
Morning, Inspector.

Morning.

Sergeant Troy.

That piece of china that go
broken --

Where did it live?

ALAN
Right here.

Landed there in a dozen pieces.

And you?ve no idea why it fell?

None whatsoever.

Mrs. MacKillop?

Do you have any ideas?

Uh, sorry
No.

Just in case you had any doubts
there are no ghosts here.

Just human being
with all the usual foibles --

greed, envy, malice.

Someone opened this windo
from the outside.

And then they pulle
on a nylon thread --

bit of fish line, maybe --

which was looped around the to
of the figure.

And when the figure smashed
they pulled the thread clear.

Simple as that?

But why, Inspector?

You smell anything?

Fish.

[ Whispering
Do you have a cellar here?

Mm.

Well, show it to me.

Oh. Right.

[ Footsteps ]

Here we are.

[ Grunts ]

[ Hinges squeak ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Grunts ]
[ Screaming ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Metal clanging ]

Oh. Oh!

SANDRA
[ Gasps ]

You all right, sir?

-Get after him
-TROY: Come on.

-Who is he
-I don?t know.

You must have known he was here!

I didn?t
I swear it.

TROY
We?ve lost him, sir.

You?re paid to catch him, Troy
not to lose him!

Rule number 24
Don?t expect any sympathy.

Who was he, sir?

He, Nico, was a ghost.

With a weakness for fish.

No real damage, Tom.

You?ll have a nasty bruise
though.

Arnica.

A spade, you say?

I didn?t know gardening could b
so dangerous.

This was ghostbusting, Cathy.

Thanks a lot, Tracy
I?ll call you next week, okay?

Old friend?

New friend.

Right.

Well, give my lov
to Joyce and Cully, won?t you?

Cathy, I wouldn?t ask thi
unless it were important.

And I know you?ve go
a waiting room full of people.

But if I wanted to..
drive someone over the edge,

could I do it?

-I?m living proof of that, sir
-Seriously.

Yes
Of course you could.

Even to suicide?

That would depen
on your victim.

But you can induce paranoi
in all sorts of ways --

psychologically, chemically
surgically.

Who are we talking about?

Sandra MacKillop.

Ah.

That?s why you came here
not to Causton General.

Well, Sandra, as I?m sur
you know, is a patient of mine,

so don?t expect any details.

Even though she might b
in danger?

I would like to help you, yes
but...

[ Sighs ]

I did send her to a counselo
over the death of her husband.

Now, she might be less ethical.

What?s her name, Doctor?

Linda Marquis.

She?s good at her job, but sh
may already be known to you.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Knocks on door ]

I?ve had a word with David
by the way.

Have you?

What did he say?

Oh, he didn?t say anything.

But I thought you?d just sai
you?d spoken to him.

No, no. You don?t understan
how it all works, dear.

The Davids of this worl
don?t actually speak to me.

I just put myself in their shoe
and speak for them.

It?s a rather one-side
conversation,

something like being bac
in the classroom.

Well...

what do you say, then?

I say that David wants you to b
the fun-loving,

confident girl you always were.

So, down to business.

What?s made you change?

His d--

His departure.

Well, that?s par
of the problem, certainly.

What about diet, though?

Diet?

We are what we eat, Sandra
Everyone knows that.

But who carries i
to its logical conclusion?

Did you know, for instance,

that spinach can b
a very depressing vegetable?

Or that fennel is uplifting?

No.

Um, Charlie doe
all the cooking.

And I-I don?t thin
he?d be very...

Take me throug
a typical day?s menu.

Breakfast.

The cellar dweller?s gear, sir.

TOM: Aha!

Have you got a name for him?

No, nor any sig
of the murder weapon.

Pencil and paper, Nico.

Here.

One round of sandwiches
pilchard,

going off with a vengeance.

You think Sandra MacKillop?
life is in danger, sir,

or just her sanity?

That?s a good question, that
Troy.

One pocket knife, army
Swiss thereof.

Have you heard bac
from the MacKillops? solicitor?

No
He?s playing hard to get.

One donkey jacket, blue.

Then lean on him.

Look, sir.

We?ve got a real body
Marcus Lowrie,

and a couple of real suspects
favorite being this geezer.

Shouldn?t we find out who he i
and where he?s gone?

He has gone to ground, Troy
Don?t ask me where.

But I think I know who he is.

-You do
-Yeah.

And if someone would d
a spot of housebreaking for me,

I could prove it.

You?re too kind, Troy.

[ Birds chirping ]

Sir.

Have you heard anything
Mr. Barnaby, about Jim?

I?ve had a forensic tea
in his cottage, Annie.

They found some bloo
on one of the chairs.

There was a fight, certainly,

but we don?t know the exten
of it.

So where is he, then?

He?s ditched me, hasn?t he?

Like every man I?ve ever met.

I?ll let you kno
the moment we hear anything.

Now, give us a pin
and a white wine.

There you go.

-Why this pub, Tom
-Why? What?s the matter?

-Don?t you like it
-I love it.

Now you answer my question.

I?m meeting Troy here.

If he doesn?t get caught
that is.

Doing what?

Breaking int
Anne Quarritch?s house.

It?s delegation, Joyce.

Troy doing that
Nico and Cully...

Yes
Where are they this evening?

Jim Tate?s cottage
in search of his past.

Evening, Mrs. B.
Jim Tate?s cottage
in search of his past.

Evening, Mrs. B.

Hello, Gavin.

We?re on, sir
With a slight variation.

Which is?

The smoked mackerel.

I did put i
in the canteen freezer,

and I did label it clearly.

Don?t worry.

I nipped into the supermarke
on the way here,

bought us some more.

Won?t be a moment.

Go on.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

ANNE
Oh, ta.

What can I get you?

I?ll have a large
straight answer.

This is a till receipt.

I found it pinned to a boar
in your kitchen.

On it
you?ll find smoked mackerel

at 2 pounds, 13 P.

That is a packe
of smoked mackerel,

price 2 pounds, 13 P
found in the graveyard.

You were taking it to the man

who?s been hidin
in the museum cellar.

You should have turned him in
Annie.

Why didn?t you?

Because he threatene
to kill me.

Who is he?

[ Sighs ]

I was once married to him.

Ralph Edward Bailey.

Doing 10 year
for manslaughter.

Absconded from Durham Jai
four weeks ago.

You divorced him June 1987.

Went back to usin
your maiden name.

And he?s killed again
by the looks of things.

Marcus Lowrie.

You?ve been harborin
a very dangerous man.

How did you know it was me
Inspector?

Remember when we gave you a lif
to Jim?s cottage?

Dropped your shopping.

A bit heavy on the smoked fish.

Who was it for?

-Me
-TOM: No.

It?s for Ralph at the museum.

Well, he?s not there now.

So where is he?

He?s hiding ou
at Jim Tate?s cottage.

[ Plastic rustling ]

NICO
There we go.

I?ll say one thin
for that scene-of-crime lot.

They sure can tidy up.

You should?ve seen it.

What exactly are we looking for
though, Nico?

I don?t know.

What are you looking for?

Only, uh, I might just have it.

Let?s start at the to
and work our way down.

[ Footsteps ]

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

[ Siren stops ]

Cully?

Cully!

Dad.

-Where is he
-Attic.

[ Door closes
engine turns over ]

[ Engine revs, tires screech ]

It?s all right.

It?s only a car.

No Nico, sir?

No
Not this time.

Don?t want him to se
our darker side.

I?m not sure I want to see tha
myself.

Last night you got from th
station to Jim Tate?s cottage

in four minutes flat.

Everything I ever sai
about your driving,

I take back, unreservedly.

-[ Keys jingle
-Where are we going, sir?

To see Linda Marquis.

[ Tires screech ]

TROY: Can I get breakfas
on the way, sir?

TOM
On me.

So Marcus was kille
by Ralph Bailey,

who also robbe
Jonathan?s grave.

If there was money there
I?m sure he did.

But why play the ghos
to Sandra MacKillop, then, huh?

To get her out of the museum?

Her presence was crampin
his style.

Bradford?s there all the tim
as well.

Didn?t try getting hi
out of the way.

No, but he did smack him one.

Then off he wen
to see James Tate

because Annie said he had money.

[ Engine turns over ]

TOM: It hangs together, Troy
I grant you that.

But it?s too clear-cut.

TROY
Is that wrong, sir?

No, but life is not like that.

So to beef things up
we call on this Linda Marquis.

Not for the hell of it, Troy.

Sandra MacKillo
is at the bottom of all this,

and Linda Marqui
is her confessor.

As indeed I am yours.

[ Thud ]

How many fried eggs a week

should you not have more than
then?

I?ve no idea, sir.

Four.

Bacon roll is just as bad.

I spy with my little ey
something beginning with "C."

Yeah. All right, sir
I know.

-Cholesterol
-No.

Charles.

[ Gate closes
vehicle door closes ]

TOM
Good morning, Mr. MacKillop.

You?re up bright and early.

CHARLES
Morning.

Um...must look odd, Inspector.

But, um, Sandra?s not the onl
one who?s needed counseling.

It?s been a tough tim
for me, too.

I can imagine.

[ Doorbell rings ]

LINDA
Is this a professional matter

or a personal one, Inspector?

I?d like to know who?s got it i
for Sandra MacKillop.

I thought you were investigatin
a murder.

Oh, we are.

What sort of a busines
do you think I?m running here?

A very successful one
by the looks of things.

First client, half past 8:00
eh?

Mr. MacKillop?

People have busy lives
I try to accommodate them.

And I never betra
their confidence.

Oh, no, no, no. You ar
very good at keeping secrets.

Especially your own.

Do I have any?

Oh, you have a humdinger.

And you fit the descriptio
so perfectly.

Heroin chic.

It was a long time ago.

A short two years ago.

All right.

But it?s over now.

For that, more power to you
elbow -- or just above it.

But what would the likes o
Charles MacKillop and Sandra say

if they heard about that?

They?d say it makes m
more understanding,

more of a human being.

Oh, right.

I?ll ask them.

No.

If I tell you something, wil
she know that it came from me?

[ Scraping ]

TOM
Mr. Bradford.

I?m keen on history, too.

Especially yours.

It seems that in the dim an
distant past,

you and Sandra MacKillo
were an item.

Then David MacKillop stepped in
pots of money,

and you were sidelined.

We?d like to kno
how that made you feel.

Bitter
Angry?

Vengeful?

Not so long ago
you saw me as the victim

in all this, Inspector.

Slashed portrait
fist in the face.

I?ve changed my mind.

How did it make me feel?

Relieved.

Oh, come on.

Passionate romanc
with a beautiful woman.

Suddenly drops you
You were beside yourself.

You?ve been trying to get bac
at her ever since.

That is simply not true
Inspector.

Yes, I did once throw my ca
at Sandra,

but mainly for my father?s sake.
Yes, I did once throw my ca
at Sandra,

but mainly for my father?s sake.

I?m sorry?

He was forever nagging m
to find a girlfriend.

And I did try and fall in lov
with Sandie, I promise you,

but my heart just wasn?t in it.

And why was that?

If sexuality were the Civil War,

I?d be a Cavalier
not a Roundhead.

You what?

I?ve never been attracte
to the opposite sex.

I don?t think we need troubl
you any further, sir.

Just a sec.

Charles MacKillop.

No girlfriends, no wife.

In this, um, civil war o
sexuality, where does he stand?

On your side, Inspector.

Which is also mine.

I never doubted it for a moment
Gavin.

Sir, Sandra MacKillo
and her will.

Mr. Jocelyne drew it up for her
in favor of a sister in Canada.
Sir, Sandra MacKillo
and her will.

Mr. Jocelyne drew it up for her
in favor of a sister in Canada.

Say what she?s worth?

Well, she owns half the company,

which is value
at just over ?10 million.

That?s worth fighting about.

MAN: "I am the resurrectio
and the life," saith the Lord.

"He that believeth in me
though he were dead,

yet shall he live.

And whosoever livet
and believeth in me

shall never die."

"I know that my redeemer liveth

and that he shall stand at th
latter day upon the earth."

Vicar, halt.

What?s wrong?

I?m sorry.

False alarm
Carry on.

MAN: "And though this body b
destroyed, yet shall I see God,

whom I shall see for mysel
and mine eyes shall --"

No
I?m right!

Inspector.

All is not well down there.

Bring it up.

Right, Troy
Off you go.

What am I looking for, sir?

Squatters.

Go on.

TROY: Oh.

-[ Screams
-[ Gasps ]

TOM
Who is it?

James Tate, Inspector
Who else would it be?

It is James Tate, sir.

[ Sobs ]

You are sitting in my chair.

And you?re probably wearin
my socks.

Aren?t you, eh?

Come, come, come.

Who did you sa
is coming to take him?

-It?s a young P.C. called Angel
-Ah.

He?s coming down today.

Tom, I think we?ve foun
James Tate for you.

George Burton and Co
stole ?3 million worth of stuff.

It cashed in at ?1 million.

They hired an accountant
Michael Whistler,

to pay off safe houses
car dealers, lawyers...

Bent cops?

Yep.

And invested what was left over.

But one or two of the gang
who were all inside by now,

wondered whether it really ha
boiled down to a million.

Or was it a ?1.5 million?

And if so, what happene
to the other half million?

They sent a heav
to see Whistler, and he?d gone.

-Disappeared into thin air
-[ Telephone ringing ]

JOYCE
And you think he?s James Tate.

With the gang all inside, he ha
time to reinvent himself --

plastic surgery if necessary --

then pop up five years late
in Aspern Tallow.

Well done
Both of you.

Phone, Tom.

Barnaby.

Yeah
I?ll be there in 10 minutes.

They found him and my ca
on a dockside in Hull.

He was trying to get wor
on a Polish trawler.

Just mad about fish, eh?

Okay, Ralph.

What?s your bee
with Sandra MacKillop?

You what?

If he knew any French now, he?
point at himself and say, "Moi?"

Christ, where?d they dig you up?

We?ll come to the digging later.

In the meantime, what?s you
grudge against Sandra MacKillop?

I don?t have one.

Convicted killer
Escapes from Durham Jail.

Comes all the way back her
just to admire the scenery.

Oh, do us a favor.

You had an old score to settle.

So you tried to drive her nuts.

Bells in the night
breaking china,

burning packing cases.

If you must know,

I?ve always ha
the highest regard for Sandra.

-Ask her
-No.

You?ve been playing ghosts.

In between killing Marcus Lowri
and James Tate.

That?s it. I?m done
Solicitor.

It?s got to be him, sir
Or is that still too clear-cut?

Just a little.

Motive -- money.

Opportunity -- bags of it.

On top of which, since w
found him in the cellar,

all this ghosty stuff stopped.

Sandie, are you sur
you don?t mind me rushing off?

The meeting?s in half an hour.

You go ahead, Charlie.

Alan must be here by now.

-Thanks
-Pleasure.

Oh, and call in at the offic
later on.

There?s a heap of stuf
for you to sign.

Ta.

[ Hinges creaking ]

[ Screams ]

Sandra
Sandra, what is it?

What --

I...

TOM: Michael Aron Whistler
who became James Tate.

Look at his form, sir.

Oh
Spoken like a proper copper.

[ Door opens ]

Hello, Cathy.

Nico, a chai
for Dr. Bullard.

Tom, it?s abou
Sandra MacKillop.

You know you asked if it wa
possible to drive someone mad?

Well, at 10:00 this morning,

Anne Quarritch brought Sandr
to my surgery

as near to the edg
as I?ve seen her.

Why
What has happened to her?

She claims to have seen writin
on the museum wall.

"David. Delight
Departed."

-Should that mean something
-Thank you.

It?s a mantr
which Linda Marquis taught her.

Which brings me to why I?m here.

[ Birds chirping ]

TOM: Mrs. MacKillop
it?s Chief Inspector Barnaby.

I?d like us to meet, please.

I need your help.

Hello
Are you still there?

Yes.

Somewhere private
and I?d like you to come alone.

Do you know the lak
at Martyr Warren?

[ Footsteps ]

Two people have been killed
both by Ralph Bailey.

But there?s a problem.

He couldn?t have put the writin
on the museum wall.

He was locked up at the time.

I don?t think anyone livin
did it, Inspector.

Sandra, you are as sane as I am.

I can prove it to you.

"David, delight, departed"?

You saw it because it was there.

-But when Alan went to look..
-...it wasn?t there.

You?re the one with any fait
left in me, Inspector.

What?s happening to me?

At first, I thought someon
wanted you dead.

But now I believe that?
the last thing they?d want.

Will you help me?

Sandra?

Come in.

Come in.

Close your eyes, Sandra.

What do you see?

Darkness?

SANDRA
Images of this room.

The windows, plants, you.

So it can be with our thoughts.

They can appear on the wal
of our mind.

I saw those words at the museu
because David put them there.

No, Sandra
You put them there.

He?s telling me something
and I?m refusing to listen.

Linda, you?re the only perso
that really understands me.

You?ve got to help.

There are no ghosts there.

They?ve been conjured u
by the likes of Alan Bradford

for the sake of his visitors.

And now by you.

I will take you to the museum
and I?ll prove it.

When can we go?

This evening.

[ Door opens ]

I?ve got that stuf
from Dr. Bullard, sir.

The drug stuff.

George Bullard lent me that.

Knocked up the slide for me
too.

How does it tie i
with the murder?

I?ll tell you in the car.

There?s one or two loose end
to tie up.

We?ll have the coffee later
Come on.

Well, tell them that Ralp
threatened to kill you.

At the very least
he?d have beaten you up --

-yet again
-[ Doorbell rings ]

All the more reason to have gon
to the police.

That?s what he?ll say.

Won?t you.

I?m sorry?

Harboring a criminal.

You just tell me the truth
Annie,

and I promise I?ll do my bes
for you.

Can?t say fairer than that
can I?

Hello, Mr. Bradford.

Hello.

How did Ralph kno
that Jim Tate had money?

-Did you tell him
-No.

He must have overheard Jim

talking about his plac
in France one day in the museum.

Can I ask something?

Mm.

How did old Bunsall kno
it was Jim in that grave?

The power of extended logic -
ultra common sense, if you like.

We?ve all got it
but she uses it.
The power of extended logic -
ultra common sense, if you like.

We?ve all got it
but she uses it.

You mean it?s no
a special gift,

-like she?d have us believe
-Of course not.

Bags you be the on
to tell her, sir.

In the meantime,

you didn?t know that Ralp
was hiding in your cellar?

No.

That makes you either very naiv
or stupid.

How about engrosse
in other things?

Such as?

My work.

Trying to shine a ligh
in dark places.

Like Aspern Tallow.

That much we have in common
Mr. Bradford.

Anything else?

Troy?

Yes, sir.

Since when have you two bee
so, um, friendly?

I?m here to give Anni
her wages.

I do so every week
and she makes me a cup of tea.

It?s called a ritual.

And so far as I know
it?s perfectly legal...

Gavin.

[ Door opens, closes ]

-[ Switch clicking
-Oh. Why is that, I wonder.

See?

No words on walls.

No moving china.

It?s funny
I?ve never noticed it before.

But you?re quite right.

It?s just like him.

And Jonathan Lowri
back in his place.

How are you, Jonathan?

If only you kne
what you?d put us through.

[ Rustling ]

It?s the wind.

What?s wrong?

Look.

What?

There.

Can?t you see him?

See what?

It?s David.

Look!

Sandra.

You and I are the only peopl
here.

David is dead and burie
and over in the graveyard.

Then who is that?

Where?

What are you talking about?

Are you sure you can?t see him
Linda?

Sandra, you need serious help.

And this was not a good idea.

Can you see me, Miss Marquis?

Troy, see that ghost over there?

[ Metal scrapes ]

Go and run him throug
with that.

Go on.

Charlie.

Charlie.

What have I ever done to you?

Hey.

[ Sighs ]

[ Door opens ]

I?ve been 25 years in this game,

and I have never laid a finge
on a prisoner.

But today I think I understan
why some people do.

All right. So the joke got a bi
out of hand.

Joke
A joke?

Well, how about this for a deal?

You make me laugh

and you can wal
through that door, scot free.

Better still, tell us wh
we?re here in the first place.

Directors Sandra MacKillop
Charles MacKillop...

...in equal measure.

David left his shar
of the business to Sandra,

and you wanted it.

You couldn?t kill her, becaus
then it would go to her sister.

So you tried to ge
power of attorney over her

by driving her mad.

TROY
What for, Mr. MacKillop?

So you could flog it?

Run off wit
Miss Needle Features here?

I resent that.

The clinic you were in say yo
weren?t hooked just on heroin

but also on a drug calle
zolazepam.

That?s a mind bender.

And you kept back a suppl
of it, just in case.

And you hooked Sandra MacKillo
on it.

Not me.

TOM: Ooh. Watch out, Charlie
She?s jumping ship.

Go on, Linda.

Do yourself a bit of good.

How did he do it?

In the meal
he?s always cooking her.

TOM: And then
a couple of months back,

according to my medical expert
you withdrew it.

Now, it?s a drug that?s harde
to kick than heroin,

with 54 known side effects.

Paranoia, confusion, insecurity,

panic, disorientation -
the lot.

There you are
Read all about it.

You know, Charlie, if you?
stayed away from this woman,

we might never have got to you.

What?

Remember that mornin
we found you outside her house,

pretending there was nothin
between you?

Except for a spot of counseling
which had gone on all night.

Inspec-
[ Clears throat ]

Inspector, before we g
any further,

none of this was my idea.

Oh, it was her fault, was it?

She counseled you to driv
your sister-in-law insane?

Split them up Troy
Put her in a cell.

Stay where you are.

Feel free.

Why?

Because you ar
one of those women

who?s had everything throw
your way, from love to money.

I just wanted a little of both.

Right. Let?s clear u
the details, shall we?

The slashed painting.

That was Linda.

Chosen for its likenes
to David?

Yeah.

And the bell at night
the broken china?

That was me.

The packing cases, too.

I spent a lot of tim
in the museum as a kid,

so I knew the hot spot.

The writing on the wall?
so I knew the hot spot.

The writing on the wall?

Linda.

But I hit Alan Bradford...

something I wanted to d
for a long time.

Can I go now?

This isn?t some sor
of priestly confession

where I give you 10 Hail Mary
and send you on your way again.

You mentally torture
your brother?s wife.

But can you go to prison for it?

Playing the caring relativ
certainly made a fool of me.

I doubt if I?ll do tim
for bruising your ego.

Oh, maybe you?re right.

But I have a big fat car
up my sleeve.

I?m holding a man dow
the corridor for two murders.

Ralph Bailey
Yeah.

Ralph Bailey
Yes.

Ralph says you?re the ma
I?m after.

He saw you bury James Tate.

And the idea really appeal
to me.

I mean, he?s going back to jai
anyway.

And, like you say
you might get off.

So why don?t I fit you u
with murder?

Or even two.

Now look, Inspector.

He?s the on
who buried Jim Tate.

I watched him do it.

In the absence of any proof
I prefer his version.

But I can help you.

Not with Marcus -
I wasn?t there.

But a couple of nights later
I was on my way to the museum,

2:00, 3:00 in the morning.

[ Shovel scraping ]

At the gate
I could hear digging

over at Marcus? grave.

It was Bailey.

Before he dumped Ji
in the grave,

he stole his watc
and a gold chain.

[ Thud ]

Find them...

and that?s proof enough
isn?t it?

Why don?t you write it all down?

Then what happens to me?

Oh, then I don?t charge yo
with a murder you didn?t commit.

[ Latch clicks ]

I said solicitor.

They?ve all gone to the moon
Ralph.

But there?s a bloke upstairs b
the name of Charlie MacKillop.

Do you know him?

Since we were kids.

He says he saw yo
beat Marcus Lowrie to death.

And you believe him?

We can point the evidenc
your way if we need to.

Well, you don?t need to.

I?d heard Jim Tate run a meta
detector over Jonathan?s grave.

So that night
I lifted the slab.

[ Stone sliding ]

[ Footsteps ]

Halfway through
in walks Charlie MacKillop.

He set something up.

Slide projector.

He was testing i
when Marcus bowls up.

TROY: And you?d chose the plac
for peace and quiet.

[ Door closes ]

TOM
What did Charlie do?

RALPH
Hid in the shadows.

Bastards!

You stole it.

You stole my inheritance!

Give it to me.

I said give it to me!

Aah!

Aah!

[ Grunting ]

The projector.

Go take his office apart
then his house.

But find it.

I am a fair man, Ralph.

You write all this down for me,

and I?ll see you don?t los
parole.

TROY
Any luck upstairs?

Sorry
No.

That?s everywhere -
house, office, studio.

What now?

Now I tell Barnaby, then duck.

[ Sighs
So, where is it?

NICO: Well, he -- he could hav
chucked it anywhere.

TROY
Oh, great.

NICO: Sort of random
Over a hedge, in a tip.

TROY
Over there, I suppose.

NICO
Yeah. Sure. It?s a start.

-[ Laughing ] Oh
-[ Laughs ]

You little beauty!

TOM
Guess what.

Ralph now say
that you murdered Marcus Lowrie.

Which, of course, I already kne
but was unable to prove.

What are you talking about?

He saw you do it.

Then he?s lying!

TOM: No, I think you?ve bot
been very honest,

you, with your descriptio
of Jim Tate?s unofficial burial,

and Ralph, with his story of ho
you beat Marcus Lowrie to death
you, with your descriptio
of Jim Tate?s unofficial burial,

and Ralph, with his story of ho
you beat Marcus Lowrie to death

with this.

No matter how wel
you cleaned it up, Charlie,

there?ll be bits of hi
on it somewhere.

[ Latch clicks ]

Guess what.

Charlie now say
he saw you bury James Tate,

and he?s made a statemen
to that effect.

-Yeah, which you wrote for him
-Oh, come on, Ralph.

What do you take me for
a cheat?

Don?t worry.

I?ve got a forensic tea
taking that grave to bits.

If you were there
they?ll find something.

I wasn?t
He?s lying.

And if you weren?t, they won?t.

However...

Your personal belongings,

taken off yo
when you were recaptured.

[ Clattering ]

Tell me -- Why has that go
James Tate?s fingerprints on it?

You pair of bastards.

Oh, Ralph
That?s been said before.

And I sincerely hop
it?ll be said again.

All right
I give up.

You stay there
I?ll make do over here.

Dad, you?re talking to a dog.

Yeah, I know
And he?s talking back to me.

-Aren?t you, Spot
-[ Doorbell rings ]

That?ll be the me
in white coats, then.

I?ll get it.

CULLY
I?ll miss him.

He?s really settled in
don?t you think?

Not Nico
Spot.

-Good morning, sir
-TOM: Hello, Kevin.

-Oh, yeah. He?s a beauty
-[ Spot barks ]

Mum will be well pleased.

-Give her my regards, will you
-KEVIN: Yeah. Thanks.

Oh, sorry I didn?t come ?roun
yesterday.

-I was off sick
-Oh. Are you better?

Yeah, yeah
Touch of food poisoning.

Canteen grub, sir
Know what I mean?

Got any idea what it wa
disagreed with you?

I think it was the fish p?t
Wednesday.

Smoked mackerel.

Yeah
Well, that?s the trouble.

You never know where they?v
been, do you, Troy?

Uh, no, sir.

By the way, we?re on page
of the Mail.

Is that good or bad?

"Last night police in Causton

charged two local me
with the murders

of Michael Stuart Whistler
also known as James Tate,

last surviving membe
of the George Burton gang,

and of Marcus Jonathan Lowrie."

And then it goes o
about the ghost.

God. What?s the worl
coming to, Joyce?

Half a paragraph on the crime

and a whole page on somethin
that doesn?t exist.

[ Bell tolling ]

[ Wood creaking ]