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Ah, here we are.

This is our place coming up.

You can't see it, but the house is just behind that red

one that's over the hill.

And this is the view from the garden.

It's ideal for our retirement.

Of course, it's-- it's a bit awkward.

They built the pool where the cesspit used to be.

It's been two hours, dad.

Has it?

You're not bored are you, Laura?

No, no, no.

It's most interesting, Keith.

Good.

I took a lot of film of the village, too.

There's an authentic tannery there where they finish off

the local leather products.

Have a look at the tape here.

We're fine, dad.

It'll only take a minute.

Matty was telling me that you're running a little

gardening business now.

Yes, that's right, with a friend.

We don't earn much, but it keeps us busy.

Ah, well, that's the main thing in your

situation, isn't it?

Perhaps you could do the flowers for these

two when they finally get wed.

Mom.

Well, why fritter away your time?

What do you say, Laura?

I don't know.

I think they should get married when they want to.

Well, Matty, look at your own father.

He hasn't let the grass grow, has he?

Is it one of those tapes up their case?

Excuse me, what was that you were saying?

Oh my god, have I put my big foot in it?

I'm so sorry, Laura.

I thought you knew.

Well, Nick's thinking of getting remarried.

I can't find it.

I found this one of our Norwegian

cruise last year there.

We visited a very interesting herring cannery.

That'd be lovely.

Mum, I was going to tell you.

When's the happy day?

There isn't one.

It's just talk.

Well, it had better be, unless he's conveniently

forgotten he's still married to me.

That's exactly what I told him.

Look, mum, he won't find another woman like you.

You don't have to go.

If I have to watch another holiday video--

at least you can leave.

- Are you going to be all right? - Yes, yeah, fine.

Look, I'm booked into a hotel tonight.

I'll be back at work tomorrow.

Soon as I get my wellies on and my trowel in my

hand, I'll be fine.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

A woman was found shot dead in

the grounds of local mansion Engleton park last night.

Officers were called to the scene by their house owner,

who identified the body as that of a horticulturalist

working the grounds--

Dr. Rosemary Boxer.

Dr. Boxer had been contracted by

Lord Engleton to investigate a botanical problem.

She was formerly a lecturer at the university of Malmesbury

And was laterally running her own company.

A spokesman at Malmesbury said the whole university community

would be shocked and saddened by the death of

this popular figure.

Some of the rarest pieces in the world-renowned--

Laura Thyme.

I spoke to DI Mills on the phone.

Yes, come this way.

Ballistics are examining the bullet.

Funny how the eyes follow you, isn't it?

He could tell us a thing or two if he could talk.

Well, I can talk.

And I'm telling you that Rosemary would have said if

she had a job lined up.

Partners don't always tell each other everything.

Rosemary and I didn't have secrets.

I mean, why-- why wouldn't she say if she was working for

this lord--

Lord what's his name?

Engleton.

Ask him yourself.

This is Laura Thyme.

She was ms. Boxer's business partner.

My condolences.

I wish we were meetingunder more agreeable

circumstances, ms. Thyme.

Thank you.

Mrs. Webb.

Sir.

Some tea for my guest. Or something stronger, perhaps?

No, tea would be fine, thank you.

Wh-- what was Rosemary doing here?

Treating a disease that's been ravaging the

plants in my grounds.

We were open to the public, but the damage got so bad

I had to close.

What did you do, find us on our website?

No, Rosemary knocked on the door out of the blue.

Said she had seen news of the closure

in the county magazine.

She wrote the odd gardening piece for it.

Didn't even want a fee.

Said the joy of restoring a historic

garden was reward enough.

As I've a garden party coming up, her offer

was too good to refuse.

I can't believe she's gone.

I ca--

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.

Please, have a seat.

Thank you.

Tea.

Drink it. You'll feel better.

How did Mrs. Boxer take it?

Rosemary's mother.

We weren't aware there were any relatives.

My god.

Who's told her?

I do it myself.

No, no, no.

No, I'll talk to her.

She doesn't live far.

I just hope she hasn't been watching

television or the news.

Let me give you a lift.

I don't want to put you out.

Oh, please, it's the very least I can do.

I'm so sorry to turn up out of the blue like this,

Barbara.

No, no, no, I'm always glad at visitors.

Who's this?

New chap?

I think you ought to sit down, Barbara.

Sit down?

No, no.

I'll make a cup of coffee.

Now, please.

I've got some bad news.

Oh.

What do you mean?

There's no easy way to say this.

I'm afraid--

I'm afraid Rosemary's dead.

No.

Rosemary!

I'm so sorry.

Nothing we can say will make any sense of this.

But Rosemary is here.

Yes.

I know what you mean.

I can almost feel it too.

It's as if she's just stepped into another room.

Oh, excuse me.

I was, uh, just in the bathroom.

Rosemary?

Yes.

Now, shall I put the kettle on?

Listen to the engine.

Isn't she beautiful?

Positively purring today.

Well, she's just a big cat.

But you have to know how to tame her.

I've certainly heard her like this before.

She sounds better today, because I tuned her carburetor

yesterday, while I was being murdered and laid out on a slab.

Well, somebody's on that slab, and they've got your

name on their toe.

It's not my fault the police took it at face value.

But they were only going on what Lord Engleton told them.

You've done very well there, Laura.

He's not my boyfriend.

I've only just met him.

It seemed rather keen.

Look, he's just lonely.

That's probably why the impostor Wheedle

weasel her way in.

He's desperate for company.

Well, maybe he wants more company than he was prepared

to give.

Nope.

He's a gent.

If anything, it would the housekeeper getting jealous.

If looks could kill, I'd be the one with a

luggage label on my toe.

May I present Dr. Rosemary Boxer.

Reports of her death have been greatly exaggerated.

Yeah.

I'm terribly sorry we made such a mistake.

I'm not, funnily enough.

Oh, yeah, I see what you mean.

Let's go and see the body, shall we?

Let's.

These places aren't as bad as you think, are they?

If they had some nice curtains--

almost waste of time me going home, really.

You sure you're ready for this?

We've seen dead bodies before.

She looks vaguely familiar.

So she should.

She's been on my sitting room wall these past 30 years--

from your college photograph, when you were a student.

Gemma.

That's right.

Gemma Jackson.

I never forget a face.

Gemma might have dug these looking for soil pests.

But Dr. Jackson was an academic, wasn't she?

Yes, a lecturer in archeology.

Rosemary will find out more when she gets to the dig.

Tell me, what is the history of this site?

It was virgin forest until the first Lord Engleton

cleared it in the early 18th century.

Any big changes since then?

Not really.

It's been pretty much the same for the last three centuries.

The house was connected to the main drains two years ago.

The concrete shed was demolished.

That all happened while I was in America, just before

my father died.

But the new drains can't have affected the plants

like this, can they?

Excuse me.

This is the Lower Worthington dig, isn't it?

Right.

Um, I gather from the university that, um, a Dr. Jackson

was working here until recently.

Uh, she was working here.

Eh, what is it you want?

Are you a reporter?

No, no, no.

I was an undergraduate with her years ago.

My name is Rosemary Boxer.

Oh, right.

You must be feeling pretty weird.

Mm, a little.

I've no idea why she was impersonating me.

Uh, mr.--

Earle, Dr. Richard Earle.

I was supervising this site with Dr. Jackson--

until she stopped showing up, that is.

Do you know what she was doing at Engleton park?

No idea.

She had been dropping hints about some important project

she was engaged in.

She was being terribly secretive about it.

I just assumed it was something she dreamed up to

impress professor Reeves.

Oh, and who's he?

Head of the faculty.

He's due to retire.

Dr. Jackson probably thought an academic coup would clinch

her the professorship.

Mind you, she wasn't the favorite.

She and the professor were constantly arguing about the

legitimacy of fines.

How are you doing over here, Richard?

Oh, nothing to get excited about.

This is the real Rosemary Boxer.

She was an undergraduate with Dr. Jackson.

Oh, I see.

Awful business, isn't it?

This is my wife, Valerie, and, um, mr. Dennis Garner, the new

and most generous sponsor of our archaeology chair.

It's a privilege.

I love this sort of thing.

I really love it.

I'd better get back to my students.

We're all in a state of shock.

Richard and Gemma were constantly at odds, but

tragedy transcends professional differences.

The question is, why would an archaeologist pose as you to

gain entree to this place?

I can't believe the yellowing on those azaleas.

And the camellias are just as bad.

We're going to have to take some soil samples to

match the soil ph.

No, hold on, hold on.

We-- we can't take on the gardening job.

Why not?

Well, what if the killer was after the real Rosemary Boxer?

Well, he's not a very efficient killer then is he?

I've already told them.

I don't want to talk about it under any circumstance.

What's happened?

Someone keeps telephoning about

wanting to buy the house.

He won't take no for an answer.

Anyone you know?

No.

At least, I don't think so.

The agent wouldn't tell me his client's name.

I have no intention of selling anyway.

Oh, well, in that case, you'll still want someone to

sort out the problems in the grounds, won't you?

Well, yes, I do, rather.

Are you volunteering?

Maybe.

Jolly good.

Shall we discuss it over lunch?

You must stay on site, of course.

Mrs. Webb can make you up a room.

Most of the damaged plants are lime-intolerant.

There may be an excess of alkalinity.

Do you ever use a mushroom compost?

No, all I've ever done is water everything.

Rainwater?

No, just tap.

Well, that wouldn't have helped.

No, but that are pretty peaky, too,

and they're lime-tolerant.

So it does suggest there's a more complex

problem than soil ph.

So it won't be sorted out in time for the garden party?

Well, for appearance's sake, we could take out the damaged

shrubs and replace them with some bay plants.

I don't want to alter the character of the grounds.

No, of course not.

We'll store the plants we remove in your outbuildings,

give them a little tlc, and then replant them

once they've recovered.

Oh, what a good idea.

The gardens are as much a part of Engleton park as

the house, you see.

You must be lonely living here on your own.

No, not at all.

I can still feel them all around me--

my mother sewing, my father holding court at the

university parties.

University parties?

Yes, he sponsored their archaeology chair.

A great history enthusiast, my father.

The department still uses the grounds for

some of their functions.

The garden party is for the new benefactor, some

publishing tycoon called Dennis Garner.

Dennis Garner--

I was introduced to him at the dig.

Well, he's coming to dinner tonight.

Why don't you join us?

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

You ok?

I'm still recovering from Mrs. Webb's soup.

I swear I saw something moving about in it.

Really?

I noticed you managed to finish it.

I was being polite!

That's Dr. Earle.

I wonder what he's doing poking around here?

Hello.

We meet again.

What are you doing here?

We're working on the grounds.

What are you doing?

Oh, I just wanted to see what Dr. Jackson was up to.

You could call it professional curiosity.

Mm.

And what is your professional opinion of these?

Well, these are what we archaeologists would call

Holes in the Ground.

Afternoon.

Clever clogs.

Ambitious, too, as far as I can gather.

Gemma was in competition for the same job.

Perhaps he thought that whatever it was that brought her

here gave her an advantage and he was checking it out?

The king Alfred jewel.

Found near Athelney.

It's in the Ashmolean museum in Oxford, now.

You're very knowledgeable.

What I'd give to have this in my collection, here.

Must be priceless.

Everything's got a price.

That's such a beautiful necklace.

I have a wonderful little jeweller in Hatton garden.

Those are very pretty.

It's more flea market than Hatton garden, I'm afraid.

And who is this?

Lord Engleton's father.

Pity his name is coming off the chair, but needs must.

It is odd, you know--

Gemma being found dead here of all places.

I've no answer to that, I'm afraid.

But it is odd.

I was here arranging the garden party with Lord

Engleton just a few days before.

If only I'd seen Gemma, she might still be alive.

Has anyone seen the research she's been doing?

Well, the police have been through it all, and her files

will be returned to her lodgings this afternoon.

Dinner's served.

Ah, good.

Splendid.

I'm starving.

Do come along.

Didn't you enjoy that, Laura?

No, it was lovely.

Thank you.

You sit here, you seem to feel the generations

that had lived here.

And in spite of all of the arguments, the tragedies, and

the violence that must have happened over centuries--

or maybe even because of it--

it still gives as a great sense of peace.

This, too, shall pass.

Exactly.

You can't just build history.

I'd give my eye teeth to live in a place like this.

Aha.

You're not Lord Engleton's secret buyer, are you?

Maybe I am.

Ah, I commend your taste and persistence, mr. Garner.

But this is my home.

Well, all you've got to do is name your price.

Some things are beyond price.

Well, who knows.

You may come to change your mind about that.

What is Garner up to?

It's a wonderful place, but it's not Blenheim palace.

It must be rising damp, dry rot.

And that's just Mrs. Webb.

Oh, dear.

I think we should keep an eye on this Dennis Garner.

Maybe.

Wish I could have a look at Gemma's research.

I'm sure that we could find an answer there.

Ah, won't you join me for a nightcap?

The madeira needs seeing off.

Oh, thank you, but would you excuse me.

I'm rather tired.

Perhaps Laura will. Excellent.

I'll bring it through to the library.

He's not the catch you think.

I'm sorry?

He's got nothing--

just me and the house.

All he has--

all he needs.

My inheritance was disappointing.

It certainly disappointed my wife.

The archaeology chair drained my father dry, but he blew the

rest on antiquities he simply couldn't afford.

Perhaps you could sell some of those.

I think he must have done already.

There certainly wasn't much left when I took over.

You know, maybe you should sell this place.

Oh, I can't.

Engleton park is part of me, and I'm part of it.

Yes, very happy it's making you.

I had my own little castle, too, until it all fell down.

But I made a new life.

Rosemary, Dennis Garner's out there--

Day six, Lower Worthington.

We've opened four trenches, some interesting stuff so far,

though nothing spectacular.

Dennis Garner's here again, and Richard is cozying up to him -

- all for the good of the department, he'd say.

He really makes me sick.

He's such a creep, Richard.

At last-- a really exciting find.

I'm guessing it's a roman-british short sword.

Surely Reeves can't invalidate this one.

Day seven.

I don't believe this.

My short sword, according to professor Reeves is a

Victorian ploughshare.

I'm so bloody furious.

For the record, object 129 was

found in trench d. Dennis god, back again, I see.

I've offered nearly four million for Engleton park.

Still no deal.

Sounds interesting.

If this carries on, I'll bloody well take a shovel down

there myself.

Why didn't he tell you where it was?

Who's there?

Right.

Engleton park, here I come.

I knew it.

Rosemary?

Rosemary?

You all right?

Yeah.

He got away over the roof.

Someone jumped me.

I was--

I was rewinding the tape.

I'd just got to the crucial bit.

What?

What are you talking about?

The tape.

It's gone.

You shouldn't have gone off on your own like that.

I know, I--

I'm sorry.

I just got overexcited.

Are you all right?

I just keep catching the bump on the back of my head.

Mr. Garner was on the tape last night, talking about

Engleton park.

I couldn't quite catch all of it, but whatever it was made

Gemma decide to come here.

Can't you remember anything about your attacker?

I didn't see him.

Well, a voice or smell of aftershave?

Mm-mm, nothing.

But I think Garner is the most likely suspect.

No, it can't be him.

Why?

He sneaked back here after dinner.

He was, em, looking around the holes that Gemma dug.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's wonderful

to be back here at Engleton park.

My happy task today is to introduce you to the late Lord

Engleton's successor, mr. Dennis Garner.

The Garner heralds an exciting new year for all of us--

A prospect so exciting that I have decided to remain the

incumbent for a little while longer.

I foresee a relationship with mr. Garner just us fruitful as

the one I enjoyed with the late Lord Engleton.

And in that spirit, allow me to present to a small token of

departmental esteem--

a gladius, a romano-british short sword.

I am 99% sure that what professor Reeves presented him

with was the sword that Gemma found at the dig.

99%?

Well, 75%.

Either way, it's worth asking some questions.

Oh, there's Dr. Earle.

I think he's the one we should tackle about stealing

Gemma's tape.

Come on.

You've no right to rescind your retirement.

You've had a damn good run.

Don't you think it's time to step aside?

Have you taken leave of your senses, Richard?

Richard--

Excuse me--

I have every right--

Dr. Earle.

We'd like to ask you some questions about your movements

last night.

Go to hell, all of you!

What's all this about?

A videotape.

A videotape?

Uh, yes.

Um, a rather interesting one, as a matter of fact.

It showed Gemma Jackson with what she identified as a

Roman-british short sword, but which you, professor Reeves,

dismissed as a victorian ploughshare.

Dr. Jackson relied on a somewhat capricious instinct.

I mean, she made some excellent finds at Lower Worthington,

but also the inevitable blunders.

But the funny thing is that it looked identical to the one

you just presented mr. Garner with.

No, no, no, no.

That was a piece from the university collection.

Mm.

It looked identical.

I think you would be well served to guard that tongue

of yours, ms.--

whatever your name is.

Boxer.

You were asking for that one.

I like a good old-fashioned put down, don't you?

Interesting reactions from one and all, don't you think?

Yeah.

I wish I could remember what was written on that videotape.

I think it was a--

a biblical reference.

Ah, mr. Garner.

Oh, ignore me, then.

Ah, are you all right?

I'm fine.

Sorry, leave it.

I made an uncharacteristically melodramatic gesture, tore it up

and threw it in Garner's face.

What was it?

A check for 4.5 million pounds.

Ah, wow.

He thinks he can force me to sell, but I'll never leave--

never.

I heard mr. Garner mention something about a prize in

relation to Engleton park.

Do you know what he could mean?

I haven't the foggiest.

There he is--

Dr. Earle.

Dr. Earle?

I thought he'd left.

Um, would you excuse me?

I think I'll go and ask him a few questions.

Earle dashed off like a scolded cat.

I couldn't find him anywhere.

Maybe he did steal the tape.

Any luck remember what was written on it?

No.

I'm sure it was something biblical, though.

You know, the name of the book, and then two numbers--

the chapter and the verse.

The thing is, if Earle is junior to professor Reeves,

how can he force his retirement?

He could threaten him with Mrs. Webb's cooking.

No, seriously.

Earle told me that Gemma was onto something big.

So maybe that would undermine the professor academically.

There's got to be something on that tape that brought him

to this place just like Gemma.

Oh, this is hopeless.

Lord Engleton's been watering again.

We're going have to let it drain overnight.

I swear, she's poisoning me.

I wonder what happened to mr. Webb.

Killed in an industrial accident.

Some of her puff pastry fell on him.

I wouldn't mind, but I'm not even

interested in Lord Engleton.

Oh, I don't know.

Lady Engleton sounds rather grand.

Call me old fashioned, but I can't be as casual about

marriage as some people seem to be.

Nick's talking about getting married again.

I mean, I'm over him, totally.

It's just the idea of--

Oh, I don't know.

Well, just because you don't want him anymore doesn't mean

you want someone else to be Mrs. Thyme.

Isaiah 2:4.

Wha--

What's going on?

I need a Bible.

Rosemary, if you feel the need, you can go to church

in the morning.

No, I remembered what was written on the tape.

Isaiah 2:4.

It is.

It's a biblical quotation.

A what?

And they shall beat their swords into ploughshares.

Swords--

I was right.

This sword malarkey's all very well, but it doesn't

explain why Gemma came here in the first place.

Or what's happened to Earle, come to that.

I phoned his office at the university today.

No one's seen him.

I don't believe it.

Yellowing, just like before.

Look at the lupins.

Those are the first we put in.

I--

But the chrysanthemums are all right,

and they went in at the same time.

Ah, but they are lime-tolerant.

But some of the original plants that were damaged were

lime-tolerant as well.

The blight had almost destroyed some of the beds.

Yes, and now, what was your response?

I didn't have a gardener anymore, but as a layman,

I thought increased watering might help.

If anything, it's spread across the entire garden.

Well, now.

These plants are getting better.

And why?

Because these are the plants that we took out of your beds.

When you overwatered, you washed the

magnesium out of the soil.

Result?

Magnesium deficiency, which causes the same yellowing as

the lime-intolerant plants and a very confusing

situation for us.

Is there anything we can do?

Well, the predominant soil ph is fine, so the alkaline

problem must be localized.

Basically, it's your overwatering that caused the

general malaise.

Oh my god.

Dr. Earle.

What the hell's going on here?

His flat was burglared last night, too.

Earle's?

Maybe they were looking for the tape.

Have we got a time of death yet?

Late yesterday afternoon, the pathologist reckons.

So we've got all the guests at the party to talk to--

all 200 of them.

Let's just that Earle stole the tape to find out what

Gemma discovered.

And he came here just like she did, and got killed

just like she did.

So we can say that the mystery person talking to Garner on

the tape probably wasn't Earle.

What's this?

Epsom salts-- a solution to replace the magnesium you

leeched out of the soil.

Right, right.

I see.

That should do it.

Now to tackle the alkalinity.

You are sure that you never applied any mulches?

No, just good old fashioned H2O, I'm afraid.

Didn't you say something about a large concrete shed

being taken down?

Yes, why?

Ghastly 1970s eyesore.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

If I know builders.

The shed was definitely over there.

The septic tank's somewhere off this lawn.

I can't recall, precisely.

What are you looking for?

Ah, well, that's very simple.

You asked the builders to demolish a shed, and at the

same time, you asked them to fill in the septic tank.

Ergo, the remains of your shed end up in the tank.

Which is all well and good, except that concrete

is strongly alkaline.

So what we have to do is to find the tank and empty the

rubble, and then we can whack some sulfur powder and iron

into your beds, and that should improve things.

The problem is, how are we going to locate it?

Oh, don't worry about that.

Professor Reeves will find it for you.

Professor Reeves?

Why?

He suspects the site could have historical significance

after all, given Dr. Jackson's interest.

He's going to give it a sweep using

the University's sonar equipment.

Oh, well, that's fine but, uh--

I think we'll stick to more traditional methods.

All right.

I'll leave you to it.

Why aren't we waiting for the sonar?

Because we're not looking for a septic tank.

We're not?

Professor Reeves didn't suspect there was something

buried here.

He knew there was something buried here.

And that's what Garner was talking about on the tape.

That's what Gemma overheard.

And that must have been the prize that brought her here.

Well, why hasn't he looked for it himself before now?

I presume that he was waiting for Garner to buy the house,

But Lord Engleton was being difficult.

Oh, so he wants to find the prize for Garner before Garner

finds out that Lord Engleton isn't going to sell the house.

Oh, blimey.

It's a wonder that Lord Engleton

has survived this long.

Yes, and wouldn't it be nice if we could find out

whatever it was before he does.

Three hours of hard graft, and all we've

got to show for it?

One decomposed budgie.

We'll have to wait for the sonar.

We're never going to find it like this.

Look.

Look.

Fungi, yeah.

No, I think that's gymnopilus penetrans.

Yeah, same to you.

No, no, no.

That's the order.

No, look, look, look!

It's a perfect rectangle.

Yes, if something is buried underneath, certain fungi will

follow an outline.

Right.

It's locked.

Do you think we ought to--

right.

Yes.

Overbury, december 1969.

We are looking at multiple robberies from different

archaeological sites.

Look, let's get this hidden in the outbuildings.

Then we'll come back and dig this over.

It'll give credibility to our story of searching for the

septic tank.

Is that the sonar equipment?

It is.

My father would have been thrilled by all this.

What are they doing here?

Same as us.

Looking for the old septic tank.

No need for that.

You find anything?

No, barren earth.

How deep did you dig?

Just the one spit.

- Well, I'll try another pass anyway. - You probably missed something.

Now, this is delicate equipment.

The greater the number of people, the more

the sonic disturbance, so it's better I work alone.

Right.

And professor, what happens to the finds that you invalidate?

Like the ploughshare that Gemma found at Lower Worthington,

which was so similar to the sword that you

gave to--

I've already told you--

Where did you get that?

That old thing?

That's nice.

But it's not as nice as this.

Not Hatton garden, I know.

But where did it come from?

Great burley.

That's impossible.

From the university dig in 1978.

Gordon.

What's all this about?

The professor has been suppressing finds.

We think he was selling them to your father.

You can't afford diamonds and rollers on an academic salary.

I don't believe it.

I can't believe my father bought all these things

knowing they'd been misappropriated.

I'm so sorry.

So that's what Garner was after.

Yes.

I suppose you told him that these things were buried

in the ground.

Where was the harm compared to the good that was coming to

the department?

Try asking Gemma or Dr. Earle that question.

All I knew about Garner was that he was a publisher.

How could I know he'd turn out to be a crook?

I should never have let it start.

I don't want to be rich.

Until you married me-- is that what you're saying?

Well, you wanted a certain standard of living.

You're deluding yourself, Gordon.

I sacrificed myself for your happiness.

Oh, rubbish.

Where would you be without his father's influence?

I earned the professorship.

For services rendered.

Don't worry, it'll remain our secret.

No, I've had enough.

I'm going to the police.

I don't think so.

What are doing?

Preserving your reputation--

or my standard of living.

Take your choice.

Don't be ridiculous, Val.

I'm the one who committed the offenses.

You've done no wrong.

Well, she's making up for it now.

You did see Gemma, didn't you?

When you were here arranging the garden party.

I knew this stuff was buried here.

I realized she must know too.

So you killed her.

That's all she was--

a troublemaker.

And once you knew Dr. Earle had seen the tape,

he had to go to.

He was trying to blackmail Gordon into retirement and

himself into the professorship.

Give our regards to your father.

I've called the police.

They're on their way.

That's the best thing she's done with a pan all week.

Thank you so much.

The gardens look wonderful.

I'll be sad to leave.

You're leaving?

Yes.

I'm taking your advice.

I've decided to sell.

Oh, to mr. Garner?

No, his interest faded, strangely enough.

What made you change your mind?

The way my father behaved.

Besides, this last week's been so exciting, living in the past

seemed rather dull.

Added to which, I've found someone to

make a new start with.

That's wonderful.

We think so.

Laura, Patricia feels very badly about her previous

hostility towards you.

She wants you to have this.

What is it?

Upside down cake.

It's actually rather good, once you--

anyway.

Good bye.

Bye-bye.

Thank you.

Upside down cake.

Bet it's the right way up.

Not a little jealous, are we?

No, not at all.

I hope they'll be very happy.

Nick, too.

Really?

Yes, really.

Do you know, I think I've been clinging onto to my marriage

the same way that Lord Engleton's

clung onto that house.

But the path is for archaeologists.

From now on, I am only looking forward.

So saddle up and wagons roll.

Oh, please.

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