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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 ]