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I've found her.

I think I've found her!

Zoe.

Let me see.

Penny, move!

And Alex is missing.

It's her! It's Cicely!

(Whooping)

Congratulations.
What happens now?

Get the damn thing
out of the ground.

Carefully.
Right.

Well done.

You know what this means?
What we've found.

What we've found?

I didn't see you
in the trenches, Christopher.

Well, no.

Why don't you leave things
to the professionals?

Three cheers. Hip-hip...
Hooray!

Hip-hip...
Hooray!

(Lively chatter and laughter)

Jared, I'd like to buy everyone
in the place a drink.

(Cheering)

What would you like?

Congratulations.
Another triumph, I hear?

Darling... when did you get here?

Not a moment too soon,
apparently.

So... who wants a drink?

I'm buying.

We don't want a drink.

We don't want your stupid dig.

And we don't want you.
Whoa, whoa.

Let's keep our hands
to ourselves.

Rhiannon, please.

Not joining in the celebrations,
Peter?

I suppose you haven't got much
to celebrate.

No, but don't let that stop you.

Although, aren't you, um...
just a guest at this party?

Champagne for everyone.
(Cheering)

(Clapping)

(Vehicle approaching)

(Engine off)

(Vehicle door shuts)

You took your time.

(Muffled screams)

(Engine starts)

No!

(Bleeps)

(Bleeping stops)

(Barks)

15-40. Two match points.

Kam, I thought you just wanted
a bit of a knock-up.

Yeah, I'm just clearing
a few cobwebs

before I face a real opponent.
Who's that, then?

Just someone I've never
managed to beat before.

Now, are we playing
or are we talking?

All right.

(Phone rings)

Game, set, match, Karimore!

I don't think so.

DS Nelson.

I'm on my way.

Sorry, Kam. Gonna have to
finish this another time.

What do you mean "finish"?

I won!

Charlie!

(Phone rings)
(Groans)

Tennis?
Mm.

At this ungodly hour?

Every morning this week.

Although probably not
after today.

Kam will be too busy.

Harry arrives tonight.

Harry?
Her boyfriend.

He's one of your lot.

A police officer?
Mm.

I had no idea.

She's going to be showing him
the bright lights of Causton.

Both of them?

It all sounds very energetic.
Let's leave them to it.

How about we don't
waste our morning?

Mm?

We could do
all those little jobs.

Kitchen cupboard, porch light.

Wobbly chair.

(Groans)

Just five more minutes.

Maybe ten.
(She laughs)

(Phone rings)

(Both groan)

What?

(Chatter)

The victim is Dr Zoe Dyer -

lead archaeologist on
the Midsomer Cicely dig.

What are they digging for?
The last resting place

of the Protestant martyr
Cicely Milson.

Hence the name of the village.

Dr Dyer had a room in the local
pub, The Rose & Chalice.

The archaeology team went there

for a drink last night
before turning in.

Everyone assumed
she'd done the same thing.

But she came up here. Why?

We're looking for her phone
to shed some light on that

but uniform found a half empty
bottle of champagne over there.

Do we have a time of death?

Well, based on the body
and ground temperatures,

I'd say between 11 and one.

And do we think this was
an attempt to conceal the body?

No, I think it was how Dr Dyer
was actually killed.

Making the digger
the murder weapon.

Who had access to it?
Everyone.

The keys had been left
in the site office.

We're hoping for some forensic
evidence from the cab.

There are signs of struggle but
no obvious defensive wounds.

She was unconscious?
Probably.

I'll know more later.

Thanks, Kam.

She's all yours.

Who found the body?
Dr Penny Henderson.

Do you have any idea why Dr Dyer
would be here late at night?

That was Zoe. First on site
and last to leave.

And she'd just had
the find of her career.

The remains of Cicely Milson.

It's a very significant find.

We should have kept it quiet.

This site was already
attracting attention

from the wrong sort of people.

And who are
the "wrong sort of people"?

Do you know what
"night hawks" are?

Illegal metal detectorists.
We get them on every dig.

It gets worse every year
and we should have known

this site would be
particularly plagued with them.

Why would that be?

Because they think there is
actual buried treasure here.

And is there?

Cicely Milson was executed
for heresy.

The family fled to France and...

The rumour is, they buried
their money, the Milson hoard,

in the grounds of their house
but they never returned.

You think Dr Dyer disturbed
someone treasure hunting?

It's possible.

The campsite down the road
is full of the usual sorts.

Er, your team told me about an
incident in the pub last night.

One of the locals went for Zoe.

Our dig assistant Dexter
got involved.

The locals have made it clear
that we're not welcome here.

I've never been on a dig
this important before.

I didn't know things
could get so heated.

What happened?

We were celebrating
finding Cicely

but the villagers weren't.

The woman who runs the campsite
where I'm staying

had a bit of a go. Quite nasty.

What time was that?

Early on.

It was just after Zoe's husband
arrived.

Why was this woman so upset?

Because we'd found Cicely.

Isn't it good news
for the village?

No. They already claim
to have their own Cicely.

I'm sorry?

On display in the church crypt.

It's a pretty big deal
around here.

Hiya.
Hi.

I'm sorry. We're actually full
at the moment.

No, love. We've had a couple of
people move on this morning.

I've got a lovely pitch for you.
Top corner of the field.

Nice and quiet.
Great.

Why did you do that?
You know why they're here.

So?
So...

I don't want their sort
on my site.

We can't afford
to turn anyone away.

It's nearly Cicely Day.

We'll soon have plenty of guests
and they'll be the right kind.

Anyone who pays,
that's the right kind.

My Dyer, can you tell us

why anybody
might want to harm your wife?

Absolutely not. She lived
and breathed archaeology.

It was our life.

We'd done over 15 digs together.

But not this one?

What do you mean?

You only arrived
in Midsomer Cicely last night.

Not all archaeological work
takes place at the dig.

There's research
and lab-work as well.

Did your wife tell you she was
coming up here last night?

No.

It was you and your wife's
first night together for weeks.

But she came up here
apparently alone.

She'd had a big find.
She was excited.

And when she didn't join you
in your room...?

We actually had separate rooms.

Why was that?
It's quite simple, really.

When Zoe's on a dig,
she gets up very early.

We didn't want to
disturb each other.

Hm. I realise you're eager
to carry on your work

but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to
ask you to close down

and leave the site.
It is now a crime scene.

Any physical activity could
compromise physical evidence.

Can we at least photograph
and catalogue

our finds from yesterday?

We can do that
away from the trenches.

I am prepared to allow one
member of your team on site

but they must confine their
activities to the site office.

Some of my men will be here
to make sure that happens.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

I'm going to speak to
the landlord of the pub

and find out exactly
what happened last night.

I'll go to the campsite.

I'm sorry she's dead.

But I'm not sorry I gave her
a piece of my mind.

Can I ask why?
She had no respect.

Respect for what?
The village.

The things that make
our village special.

Like our church and Cicely Day.

They're the things we care
about. But Zoe Dyer didn't.

You seem to have taken this
very personally.

She's not the only one.

We're all upset.

For Peter.

Peter Corby, the vicar?

He made this village what it is.

Where did you go after you left
The Rose & Chalice last night?

Straight home.
Mr Sawney?

Yeah. I came home too.

Let's see if there's
anyone about.

Looks like you've got a few
amateur archaeologists

to go with
the professional ones.

Everyone should have a hobby.

As long as they keep it legal.

(Birdsong)

There's police everywhere.

All over the village.

Up at the dig.

Don't worry, Mum.

They'll lose interest
and move on.

Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby, Causton CID.

Your mother seemed
really upset by recent events.

Everyone has been.

Can you tell me what happened
here last night?

Not much. People were trying
to have a quiet drink.

But the dig lot had other ideas.

Was there hostility
towards the archaeologists?

Look, this is a really big week
for the village.

It always is when we're
getting ready for Cicely Day.

Now, if Dr Dyer had thought
about that for one second,

then maybe she'd have been
a little bit more sensitive.

But I get the feeling that
wasn't really her strong suit.

She seemed to enjoy
ruffling feathers.

Cicely is quite
the tourist attraction.

I can see why Zoe Dyer's dig
isn't popular.

Uniform have
recovered her phone.

They're sending it to Tech
for analysis.

Very good.

I think it's time we
spoke to the Reverend.

Hello again, Mrs Horton.

I wonder if we could speak
with Reverend Corby.

I'm sorry. I'm afraid that's
not possible at the moment.

He's leading
a private prayer group.

I'm sure he could make time.

He's with some pilgrims
here to see the holy relic.

Still, I'm sure he won't mind
being disturbed

on this occasion.

Follow me.

(Man speaking nearby)

Cicely spent three weeks at
the hands of her interrogators.

We can only imagine
what they subjected her to.

As you can see, they maimed her
by taking away one of her toes.

But we know she suffered
a great deal more besides.

Yes. Zoe Dyer's presence
did cause some disquiet.

And some embarrassment,
I should imagine.

She claimed she'd uncovered
the remains of Cicely Milson.

I don't know who the poor
unfortunate at the dig is

but it's not Cicely.

Are you an archaeologist,
Reverend Corby?

No.

I'm a man of faith.

A faith that was rewarded
at a moment of great need.

By finding Cicely?

I inherited All Souls
in a very poor state.

I worked night and day
to win back my congregation

and I decided a community
project might help.

A flower bed.

A gift that everyone
might enjoy.

The rose garden
as you come into the village?

A memorial to Cicely.

That was where we found her.

Whilst gardening?

I understand your scepticism.

But the Church has long survived
its cynics and doubters.

Indeed, one of them
is my own brother.

Christopher is the reason
Dr Dyer was here.

And why is that?

Like you, he struggled to
believe my version of events.

He's determined
to prove me a liar.

Surely he must think
he's achieved his goal.

A hollow victory, I suspect.

Christopher was never very good
at sharing his toys.

No, you don't understand.

It's my find, my research.

So I will be writing
the damn book.

Listen, you have to excuse me.

I couldn't believe it
when I heard.

She was such an inspiration
and now...

One can never underestimate
how far these fanatics will go.

It's this way.

Much as it pains me to believe
that my own brother

would preside over
this kind of violence...

Well...

So much for brotherly love.

Let me assure you, Peter doesn't
love anybody except himself.

He's only interested in people
who have something he wants.

Such as?

This.

My research into Cicely Milson.

Peter was utterly indifferent
to it.

Until he realised that he could
use it to save his damn church.

You feel Peter appropriated
the legend?

Suddenly there were sermons
about the poor martyred Milsons.

And then he discovered
the miraculous bones.

20 years of research
turned into a side show.

So you must have been pleased
to have Dr Dyer's team

take a genuine interest?

Oh, yes, absolutely.

Although I suppose Zoe Dyer
was also using your research

to further her own interests,
just like Peter.

No. Entirely different.

Her interest
was purely academic.

So this was quite a find.

The culmination of
20 years' work.

(Dog barking)

Out you get.

Out, now!
All right, all right.

Get a move on!

I don't want to see
your ugly faces again.

Come on.

Caught another couple
of your mates on my land.

I warned you what'd happen
the last time.

They're not my mates.
They're guests.

Paying guests.

I know who they are.

And I know what they're up to.

I'd better not catch them
on my land again.

(Dog barks)

So it seems that Zoe Dyer

was poised to debunk
the village's holy martyr.

Did the killer
want to silence her?

Reverend Corby worked very hard
to build the legend of Cicely.

He has a lot to lose.
As do the villagers.

Cicely Day is
big business there.

Could one of the parishioners

have proved their loyalty
with murder?

Perhaps.

But the discovery
of the skeleton

constitutes a significant find.

So, we can't rule out
professional rivalry.

No.

And I get the feeling that Zoe
Dyer's professional success

wasn't mirrored
in her relationships.

We need to take a closer look
at her private life.

(Hum of generator)

(Generator cuts out)

(Thud)
(Gasps)

Hello?
(Footsteps)

Is someone there?

Hey!

Oh...

Sir, is everything all right?

God, you really gave me a...
(Crashing)

Hey! Get out of there!

Oh, no.

What the...

♪♪

You'll find them inside, sir.
Thank you.

This is disgraceful.

You had officers here and
we're still coming under attack.

I advised that the site
be cleared, Mr Dyer.

Just doing our job. Don't think
that's too much to ask. Do you?

Not in the slightest.

Did you see anything at all?
It was pitch black.

Any idea what they've taken?

Hard to tell without a full
inventory,

but some of the coins
we've excavated

and some of our equipment.

Thank God
they didn't get Cicely.

They're trying to scare us off.

If you were to concentrate
on excavating the skeleton,

what would that involve?

Once she's been exposed
and photographed,

we can get her out of the ground
fairly quickly.

48 hours.

Alex, I don't think...

It's 48 hours but no-one comes
here after dark or alone.

And I'll want a list of
what was stolen.

As much detail as possible.

Listen, I want to push ahead
with the new surveys.

Existing trenches will need
to be picked over again.

They just said...
I heard.

48 hours. No time to waste.

Thank you.

There was a complaint
made to the local station

about Hannah Dewsbrough,

the farmer who owns this land.

What's the nature
of the complaint?

She frogmarched two men
back to the campsite

with the aid of a shotgun.
A couple of night hawks.

Take some officers up there
and conduct a search.

Find out where people were
at the time of the murder

and late last night.

I'll speak to Miss Dewsbrough.

Right.

(Siren wailing)

Search the tents and vehicles.

You know what to look for.
What's happening?

There was an attack
on the dig site.

I'd be surprised
if anyone here did it.

Anything we can do to help?

Let's look at
your guest register

and we'll take it from there,
shall we?

I never would have said yes
to that damn dig

if I'd known how much trouble
it would be.

When you say "trouble",
what do you mean?

It's been like Causton High
Street here since they arrived.

They were supposed to
stay out of my way.

"They" being the archaeologists?

They'd only been here
five minutes

and I was chasing those
other beggars off my field.

The metal detectorists?

They've been here at all hours.

So I had a word
with the boss lady.

Zoe Dyer?

How did that conversation go?

Perfectly civil.

Where were you last night?

Where I am every night, at home,
reading the Good Book.

Are you a member of
the All Souls Congregation?

Since I was born.

Probably till they fit me
for my pine box.

Thank you.

Oh, I understand
you own a shotgun?

Yes, and a licence for it. I
keep it under lock and key.

Please make sure you do,
Miss Dewsbrough.

I don't want any more complaints
about threatening behaviour.

(Dog barks)

Doesn't anybody think that we
should discuss recent events

and their impact on our plans
for Cicely Day?

Someone has died!

Whilst I don't
suggest this lightly,

we should scale back
on celebrations this year.

What do you mean, scale back?

We should consider
what is appropriate.

Appropriate? I see.

Obviously I have no issues
with anything religious in tone.

I just feel that anything
jubilant is in poor taste.

You've got to be joking.

Some of us have been working
on all this for weeks, months.

And you just want to cancel.

He never said
he wanted to cancel.

You're being hysterical.
Hysterical?

Bartholomew makes a good point.
We wouldn't want it to look like

we were celebrating what's happened.

Oh. What, we?
Valerie, someone...

Ladies...

please.

First of all, I'd like to
thank Bartholomew

for both his honesty
and his courage

in speaking up.

Thank you, Peter.

We are indeed living through
some dark times.

However, I feel we should
carry on as we always have,

with joy in our hearts

and with a warm welcome

for everyone wishing
to thank Cicely.

All those in favour

of carrying on as planned
with Cicely Day?

Good.

Nice to see
we're all in this together.

As it should be.

It's a troubled path you're
choosing, Bartholomew.

I'm not the one in trouble.

Be sure that your sins
will find you out.

What you have to appreciate
is now that we've found Cicely,

this project
has international significance.

I understand that.
That means dealing with

academic establishments
from around the world.

We'll need to apply
for more funding,

perhaps set up
a Cicely Milson legacy fund.

Sounds eminently sensible.

Well, I'm glad you agree.

I know it must be disappointing
to have come so far with us...

Sorry?

I don't understand.

I'm still part of this.
In many, many ways.

But I think... going forwards...

You can't do this to me.
I wish I didn't have to.

It's my research
that brought you here.

It's not just time
I put into this.

I put my money in.

Those aerial photographs...
I lost my wife.

I'm sorry, Christopher,
you just don't have the skills,

or the contacts,
to finish what you started.

Excuse me.

She was incapacitated with
chloroform before she was buried

but appears to have regained
consciousness before she died.

There was soil in her trachea
and her lungs.

She would have suffocated
within minutes.

Suggests a certain amount
of premeditation.

Still, a nasty way
to kill someone.

A planned murder suggests that
they knew she'd be up there.

We've got two sets of prints

from the champagne bottle
found near the body -

the victim's and an incomplete
set that we've yet to match.

We need to know
who she was sharing with.

(Text alert)
I'll try and get some DNA

from the neck of the bottle.

Let me know
as soon as you have anything.

Tech have managed to download
Zoe Dyer's voicemail.

They've sent through a file.
Let's hear it.

PENNY: I don't ask for much,
Zoe...

It's Penny Henderson.

Please don't take me
off this dig.

Please let me see this through.

Why was it so important for you
to stay on this dig?

After Christopher contacted Zoe
about his research,

she really wasn't that enthused.

It didn't catch her imagination.

But it caught yours.
Well, I did my PhD thesis

on the Milson family.

So Zoe was about to kick you
off your dream project.

It really wasn't like that
at all.

After I left that message
she called me straight back

and we sorted things out.

Over a bottle of champagne
perhaps?

No, she really didn't do
that sort of thing with me.

But she did with other people?

I wouldn't know.

I'm sure Zoe valued your
discretion, Dr Henderson.

But can I remind you, your
employer has been murdered.

I really think you should
talk to Alex about this.

I can't imagine it's easy

being married to someone
as in demand as your wife.

It must have put a great deal of
pressure on your relationship.

Not at all.

No, we thrived on it.

We made it work.

Ours wasn't simply a marriage.
It was a partnership.

In every sense of the word.

Still, your wife
was working so hard

you were sleeping
in separate rooms?

I've explained that.

I spoke to
your wife's publishers.

They inform me that her book
about this very dig

will be out
just in time for Christmas.

How is she still able to
write this book

given her recent murder?

Like I said, we were partners.

I would pull together
the research

and write the rough drafts
of her books

and Zoe would give things a
polish when she got the chance.

For which she took full credit
and all the royalties.

Doesn't sound like a very fair
partnership to me.

Well, you don't understand.

Perhaps you could illuminate

a different aspect
of your marriage.

On the night she died,

your wife was sharing a bottle
of champagne with somebody.

Mr Dyer, did your wife
have a lover?

Probably.

It wasn't what you...

It would have been
another one of her flings.

Another?

It was usually
one of the dig assistants.

They never meant anything
and they never lasted long.

At the end of the day,
I still loved my wife...

..and she still loved me.

I thought we had
all this sorted.

What's the problem? Bartholomew
causing trouble again?

I can handle my curate.
It's the archaeologists.

They've resumed work.
There's still time.

They're concentrating
on the skeleton.

She'll be out of the ground
in a matter of days.

I'm not being funny
but this is your problem.

I rather think it's our problem.

Don't you?

How close was your relationship
with Dr Dyer?

On the night she died,

Zoe came up here
with a bottle of champagne

to celebrate finding Cicely.

Were you with her?

No.

There were two sets
of fingerprints

on the bottle, Dexter.

Now, we could take you down to
the station and take your prints

but...

OK. I was with her.

It started out as a fling

but people didn't understand how
much pressure she was under.

She just wanted someone
she could be herself with.

So why did you come up here?

To drink the fizz
and, er, well...

You know.

And then I went
back to the campsite.

She was fine when I left.
Honestly.

We'll need you to
make a formal statement.

We'll also need access to
your phone and computer.

It appears you were the last
person to see Zoe Dyer alive.

48 hours!

Alex is talking about
strip mining, not archaeology.

I'm not sure what I can do.

Alex made it clear he
thinks I'm only good enough

to scrabble around the archives

amongst the paper mites
and the mouse droppings.

He's only good enough
to fill out funding applications

and write up
other people's work.

You are twice the historian
he will ever be.

Thank you.

Thank you.
That means a lot to me.

Without you on site...

The barbarians are at the gate

and I'm not sure I can
hold them back alone.

You won't have to.

I'll talk to Alex.

(Birds twittering)

Alex, I hear you're
winding up the dig?

I'm not sure there's
anything left to day.

Look, I get that you don't
want me around.

And yet here you are.

I really care
about this project.

And if I could see it through,
it would mean a lot to me.

I've learnt so much
working with Zoe.

I bet you have.

Did she tell you
you were talented?

That you had a great future
in archaeology?

Something like that.
You're just her type.

Young, dumb
and easily expendable.

Don't let me see you
at the site again.

She came on to me.
It's not my problem if...

She was my wife, you little...
Hey, that's enough!

Take it outside.

And you.

So it's fair to say there
were tensions at the dig,

most of them
created by Zoe Dyer.

What brought things to a head?

What was the catalyst?
I spoke to Zoe's solicitor.

Three weeks ago
she filed for divorce.

Alex stood to lose everything.

What about the night hawks?

Nothing significant

from the people we spoke to
at the campsite.

But the Milson hoard
is infamous.

There are loads of theories
about its whereabouts.

Most of them revolve around
this picture.

A 15th-century portrait
of Benedicta Milson,

Cicely's mother.

The necklace alone could be
worth close to a million.

Whether real or not,

that kind of reward can make
people do desperate things.

(Wood clatters)

Hello, I'm back.

Hi.

I thought it was just
a wobbly leg.

Yeah, well, turns out
that wobbly leg

was merely symptomatic of
a greater structural problem.

I see.

It's all under control.

I didn't doubt it for a second.

Wine?
Yes, please.

(Clattering)

You're a history buff.

Did you ever come across
Zoe Dyer?

Yeah, I heard her speak
at a conference once.

What did you think?

Not much.
Her books are well written

but in person she didn't seem
very articulate.

It's not unusual for someone to

express themselves better
on the page than in person.

Maybe "articulate"
is the wrong word.

She didn't seem to have
a total grasp of the facts.

So, was Kam excited?

Well, she was at a murder scene,
so she wasn't exact...

Oh, you mean the boyfriend?
She never mentioned him.

Interesting.
Is it?

Well, they haven't seen
each other for a while

and he is thinking about
moving here.

Oh, good.

Isn't it?

What is it you want to
talk about?

Oh, OK, I'll meet you there.

(Choir singing within)

(Foliage rustling)

(Muffled protests)

(Earth being dislodged)

(Wheezes)

♪♪

(Ratchet clicking
and chains rattling)

(Clanking)

Careful.

No obvious signs of a struggle.

I suspect he was incapacitated

before the gravestone
was pushed onto him.

All the hallmarks
of Zoe Dyer's murder.

Any idea of the time of death?

I'd estimate between
nine and 11.

Also, the earth
is very disturbed

around the base of the grave.

The stone was very old.

Easy to push over.

I'll get a report to you
as soon as I can.

Thanks, Kam.

Why on earth was Alex Dyer
even in the graveyard?

Was he meeting someone?

Organise a search of his car
and his room at the pub.

We need to know
what he was up to.

Thank you.

Reverend Hines, you found
the body early this morning.

That's right.

I don't think I've ever
seen anything quite so...

I can only hope
that he didn't suffer.

What were you doing
in the graveyard?

Trying to find a little peace.

Things get hectic
at this time of year.

Can you tell me what
your movements were

yesterday evening?

Yes.

Choir practice ran
till about ten o'clock.

And then I went straight home.

Did you see Alex Dyer in the
church grounds at that time

or anyone else?

No.

Sorry. Didn't realise
anyone was in here.

We just need to...
Go ahead.

We want the church
looking its best

for the Cicely Day services.

Although you probably think we
should cancel the whole day now.

You wanted to cancel Cicely Day?

No, I just felt that
in light of recent events...

It doesn't matter.

Peter has spoke.

Sir, a word.

Thank you, Reverend Hines.

Alex Dyer had big plans
for Cicely Milson.

He was fielding offers from
universities all over the world

who wanted to invest
in the find.

Teaching positions,
research grants...

all generously remunerated.

Was he?

Our prayers will be
given over to the Dyers

and their poor families.

What a terrible tragedy.

I've already contacted
the church estate office.

They take safety very seriously.

I can assure you that Alex
Dyer's death was no accident.

He was murdered.

Where were you last night?

At home.

I had my Cicely Day sermon
to write.

Can anyone confirm that?
No.

I was alone.

Would you agree that Mr Dyer's
death is convenient for you,

Reverend Corby?

I don't understand.

If it's proven that the skeleton
they've found is Cicely Milson,

then you will have some
very uncomfortable questions

to answer
about who is in your crypt.

And I shall answer them happily.

Really? Haven't you
staked your reputation

on the provenance
of those bones?

Now, it may be
that you genuinely believe...

It doesn't matter
what I believe.

That's what
you don't understand.

All that matters
is what they believe.

The village believe in Cicely.

Peter, is everything OK?

Yes.

You don't have to worry,
you know.

Everything's in hand.

It's going to be
the best Cicely Day yet.

I'm sure it is.

I need you to
tell Jared something.

Tell him he's done enough.
I'll handle things from here.

Do you understand?

Zoe and Alex Dyer

were both threatening
what Peter holds most dear.

But would Peter be bold enough
to kill someone on his doorstep?

Literally on church grounds.

Bold, no.
Desperate enough, maybe.

Let's not forget
the archaeologists.

It seems being head of the dig
is a dangerous position to hold.

I'll find out
who's in charge now.

(Text alert)

Oh, they've downloaded the data
from Alex's phone.

The last call he received was
from The Rose & Chalice.

Haven't you got something
you should be doing, Noah?

You sound like the wife.

What do you want me to do?
I've tried.

Really?
It doesn't seem like it to me.

I have, Jared.

It's all
I'm flaming thinking about.

We'll both lose out
if you don't get a shift on.

Make yourself useful.

Take that to the village hall.

Mr Horton.

See? Anybody could have
called him from here.

But it wasn't me.

Did you speak to Mr Dyer
before he left?

Didn't get a chance.

He was too busy putting
the younger lad in his place.

Do you mean Dexter Ingram?

Yeah, that's him.

It did not look like
a fond farewell.

Isn't she beautiful?

Incredible.

I promise you,
she's in safe hands now.

I know that.

Inspector Barnaby, Sergeant.

Tragic news.

I understand you've assumed
leadership of the dig.

Reluctantly.

We must see this work through.

Mr Ingram, can we talk?

You had a row at the pub
last night?

Alex turned it into an argument.

I just wanted to talk,

tell him that I wanted
to stay on the dig.

After the argument,
where did you go?

For a walk.
Needed to clear my head.

Perhaps Mr Dyer
thought that he should

carry out his wife's wishes.

What do you mean?
We found Zoe's email to you

on your computer.

She wasn't planning on
extending your contract.

You were soon going to be
out of a job.

Did you fall out with Zoe
as well?

No, that came out of nowhere.

I thought I was
doing a good job.

If I'd known the other stuff
would affect my career, I...

You're still here despite being
given your marching orders

not once but twice.

Of course, both people

who tried to terminate
your employment

have ended up
being terminated themselves.

It seems you were
the last person

to see both of them alive.

The world of
archaeological study

has lost
two important advocates.

And I have lost
two dear friends.

And gained control of a dig
and a historical artefact

that's very desirable.

Personal gain is of
so little interest to me,

it's inconsequential.
I find that hard to believe.

Looking for someone who gained
from Zoe and Alex's death?

You need look no further
than my brother.

How do you mean?

He knows that his pernicious
lies are about to be exposed

and he will do anything
to delay the inevitable.

So when Alex died,

so that Peter could
protect his secret,

well... be assured
the storm clouds are gathering.

(Door opens)

(Thudding)

(Wind blows)

(Vehicle engine starts)

(Thud and creaking)

Oh, my God.

♪♪

(Police radio chatter)

So far they haven't managed
to find any prints.

Just like the burglary
at the dig.

The night hawks strike again?

It's possible.

Mr Corby.

I have to hand it to him.

He has surpassed himself
this time,

really hit me where it hurts.

Do you mean your brother?
Who else?

Do you have
any evidence it was him?

No, of course not,
and you won't find any.

He always knew
how to cover his tracks.

Who else would have wanted
my research?

(Bells ringing)

(Shocked gasps)

Someone's destroyed
the memorial.

Oh, my God.

Who would do
something like this?

Valerie, are you all right?

Peter, why?

Get them to me
as fast as you can.

Will do, sir.

This is a disgraceful attack
on everything we hold dear

in Midsomer Cicely.

An outrage timed to cause
maximum distress.

We'll do everything we can
to bring the culprit to justice.

Then I suggest you
pay my brother a visit.

Funny you should say that.

He said the same thing about
an incident at his house.

I'll need to speak to you later.

Busy morning.

First a burglary and now
an act of mindless vandalism.

I'm not sure it was mindless
or vandalism.

They took out the memorial

but I think they were after
what was underneath it.

And they brought in
some heavy machinery to do it.

Tractor tyres?

Yes. Coming from the direction
of Hannah Dewsbrough's farm.

Now, I also found this.

I'll take it in and see
what Kam makes of it.

So, is this more
night hawk activity?

Or someone wanting to wreck
Peter's Cicely Day celebrations.

Brothers at war?

Let me know what Cam has to say
about your find.

I'm going to speak to a lady
about a tractor.

Thank you. Leave it with me,
I'll see what I can do.

Oh... by the way,
when's the big match?

Last night.

Oh... I take it
your new opponent won.

No, I did. Straight sets.

It's just...

..he's a terrible loser.

Unlike you.

Jared.
Down here, Mum.

Jared!

Oh, God. Jared!
What's going on?

It's gone. It's all gone.

You've got to do something.

They've gone and dug it up.

Morning, Miss Dewsbrough.

Not joining the
Cicely Day celebrations?

Oh, missed it again, have I?
Silly me!

We've already had
a little bit of excitement.

Someone dug up
the Cicely memorial last night.

Good. Ugly thing.

Nevertheless,
it's not far from here.

I wondered whether you'd seen or
heard anything late last night.

No. Didn't hear a thing.

Oh? That surprises me.

Whoever attacked the memorial
used some heavy-duty equipment.

I'm sure you're familiar
with the noise

that agricultural vehicles make.

You've obviously
got some yourself.

I've just been on to your lot.
What do you mean?

My digger.

It was nicked from
the bottom field yesterday.

Bring it back when you find it.

(Dog barks)

It looks like whoever
dug up the memorial

used Hannah Dewsbrough's digger.

She's reported it stolen.
Anything interesting?

Maybe. This isn't the first time
All Souls has been

at the centre of
a police investigation.

Or Peter Corby, for that matter.

How so?

The previous vicar,
Reverend James,

was nearly killed interrupting
a burglary back in '02.

An altar set was stolen.

A chalice. Some candlesticks.

Were there any arrests?
None.

Reverend James retired
soon after

and never identified
his attacker.

How long was that
before Peter found Cicely?

Er, a few months.

Dig out the old case files.
Sure.

Oh, and um... I spoke to
the choirmaster.

Yes?
Bartholomew Hines.

He didn't show up
for the choir practice

he claimed to be at whilst
Alex Dyer was being murdered.

So he gave us a false alibi.

I'd love to know why.

(Faint choir singing)

# Praise Father, Son
and Holy Ghost...

# Forgive me, Lord,
for thy dear son

# The ill that I this day
have done

# That with the world,
myself and thee...

(Chatter)

You know, next year...

we'll be spending Cicely Day
together.

Maybe even as... you know...

Reverend Hines.
Is there somewhere we can talk?

Of course.

And the pale ale!

I'll bring a couple more crates
up. We're gonna need them.

We've spoken to the Bishop.

He described your feelings
toward Cicely Day

as bordering on the obsessive.

I didn't touch the memorial.
I was heartbroken

when I saw what happened
to Mrs Horton's roses.

I was at home all night.

In the same way
that you were at choir practice

the night
that Alex Dyer was killed?

In other words, not at all.

So where were you
on the night of Alex's murder?

I was at home... alone.

So you don't have anyone
who can corroborate that?

Unfortunate,
in a murder inquiry.

I was with Rhiannon Sawney.

Am I to assume
that you and Mrs Sawney

weren't meeting for Bible study?

No. We were not.

How long were you together?

An hour or so.

She had to go home before...

Before her husband missed her.

Doesn't that make you
something of a hypocrite?

I'm sorry?

You've called the Bishop's
office on a regular basis

to complain about
Reverend Corby's conduct,

and all the while, you've...
I freely admit to my sins.

Not that freely.

Reverend Corby is selective
in his application of the Bible.

Lying is also a sin, gentlemen.

And, in closing, I would
just like to say thank you

to everyone who made this
a very special Cicely's Day,

despite some attempts
to ruin it.

MAN: Yes, yes.

As ever, you rose
to the challenge...

and showed them that we are
made of much sterner stuff.

(Applause)

(Chuckling)

I think we did
the great lady proud once again.

And now... light the fire

which represents
the burning faith...

that Cicely displayed...

throughout her incarceration.

(Crowd gasps and applauds)

No, no, no, no, no. Wait.

Wait.

You...

This is my research.
How could you?

Are you quite all right?

You think this'll stop me?

You think this'll stop
the truth coming out?

You've been under
a dreadful amount of stress.

Why don't we find the ladies
to make you a nice cup of tea?

This is what he does!
This is what he always does!

The "innocent" act -
and it's always worked for him.

It worked at school.
It worked with Mother.

Look, look.
And it works with you idiots.

(Gasping)
Well, fine.

You worship at the altar
of Peter Corby.

I hope you're not
too darn disappointed

when I show him up for the fraud
and the charlatan

that I know he is.

Burn. Burn it all.
I've got Cicely.

The real Cicely.

Peter.
No, no, I'm fine. I'm fine.

I just...
How dare he!

I just feel so very sorry
for him.

Oh, Christopher, I can't
tell you how sorry I was

to hear about the break-in.

Did they really take...
They? He.

My fanatical brother.
Really?

I can't begin to imagine
how you must be feeling.

I am absolutely fine.

If anything, the research
was getting in my way.

And there is plenty of new data
that needs my attention.

Of course. And if there's
anything we can do to help...

Let's start with
the dig records.

This can wait.

Pack up everything we've got
so far, bring it to my house.

Soon as possible.

You heard him.

Yes.

I was with Bartholomew.

But I couldn't stay long.
I was there about an hour.

And after that?
I went straight home.

Would your husband
be able to confirm that?

No. He was out.

Thank you, Mrs Sawney.

You have to understand.

We resisted our feelings
for as long as we could.

But, as Bartholomew says...

..the Lord saw fit to put us
in each other's paths.

Who are we to question Him?

Still, I assume Reverend Hines
would prefer it

if your relationship
was kept secret.

We're waiting
for the right moment.

It's not been easy, the waiting.

But when you love someone...

you'll do anything for them,
won't you?

I thought I'd better
return these.

I don't think
I'll need them again.

Really? I heard you've been
a worthy opponent.

More like a moving target
for her serve.

I pity her latest victim.
Maybe she'll go easy on him.

Wouldn't want to spoil
their week.

You know who she's playing?
Yeah. Didn't John say?

Harry's visiting.
Her boyfriend's here.

Oh.

Well, these will definitely be
surplus to requirements, then.

Bye.

What?
Dinner's in ten.

(Sykes barks)

Oh, thank God.

I didn't think I was gonna
be able to see you.

Hey.

I'm here now.
But not for very long.

I'm sorry.

Oh, Bart.

So hard.

We've talked about this.

But there's still things
I must do.

I know.

But every time I look at
Noah's stupid face...

Even the way he breathes
annoys me.

I just...

I don't know
how much longer I...

I know.

I know.

Couldn't be more pleased.
(Chuckles)

Trust me, this find is huge.

The bones are nothing.

We are talking about a fortune
in Medieval times.

16th-century family fortune.

God knows what it's worth now.

And I believe there's something
even better to be had.

The stuff of best-sellers.

Listen, I'm not gonna say
any more over the telephone.

Can I come to the office?

Excellent. Tomorrow, then.

(Chuckles)

Argh!

♪♪

Morning, sir. The cleaner found
him first thing this morning.

The murder weapon
was a 16th-century pike,

part of the victim's
own collection.

Historically appropriate,
I suppose.

(Footsteps on stairs)

There's no evidence the victim
was incapacitated this time.

He was attacked from behind.

One decisive penetrating blow
done without hesitation.

Perhaps in anger?
Perhaps.

It would have taken some force.

The other murders were planned.

The victims were lured
to the scene.

This was spontaneous.

Done on the fly
with what came to hand.

You think our killer's
become desperate?

Maybe.

I certainly think
they'll be on the move now.

We need these packed up
and brought to the station.

No problem.

Apparently the Corby brothers
had an exchange of views

at the Cicely Day celebrations
yesterday.

Was it a heated exchange?
Sounds like it.

It was round the bonfire.

I always thought
there'd be a chance.

A chance for us
to put the past behind us.

Behave like brothers again.

Is that so?

There was nothing I wanted more.

He accused you
of burning his research.

How would that bring about
this rapprochement?

A wild accusation.

You weren't escalating
the conflict

with tit-for-tat acts of
aggression, then?

What do you mean?

He debunks your holy relic,
you steal his research.

He ruins Cicely Day,
so you go to his house...

No.

What did you do
after your clash?

I admit I... had to calm down.

And that's exactly what I did.

I took a moment of prayer.

With your permission,
one of our officers

will be taking your fingerprints
and a DNA sample,

Reverend Corby.
Why?

Because anyone
who questions your story

about Cicely's remains
is not long for this world.

Moving on, Dr Henderson?

Oh... everyone's pretty spooked.

We just want to get finished up
as soon as we can.

You've heard about
Christopher Corby?

All I want to do now
is honour Christopher's work.

This find is all down to him.

What happens to the remains
you've found here?

Uh, well, Exeter University
has the best storage facilities,

so I'll take her there myself.

Christopher was examining
the dig records

on the night he was murdered.
Do you know why?

Well, he was probably trying
to get up to speed.

Christopher was meticulous.

It's hard to catalogue properly
without them.

I'm afraid they've been taken
from the scene as evidence.

I understand.
Keep us informed

of your whereabouts while
the investigation is active.

Of course.

All right, guys.
I'll do the rest.

Out again?
I won't be long.

You gonna tell me
where you're going?

Nowhere. You don't need to know.

This place
is crawling with police.

We've had Hannah Dewsbrough
turn up. I do need to know.

Just know that I'm doing this
for the business.

For us.

I've heard it all before, Noah.

So much of this case seems to
centre around Peter Corby

and the bones in his crypt.

Do you want me
to cast an eye over them?

Yes, thank you.
I'll go later.

Also, I've got an update on that
piece of fabric you dropped off.

It's linen, it was
hand-embroidered,

but with synthetic silks.

And I found traces of silver.

Could it have been
part of an altar cloth?

Like the one that was stolen
from All Souls

in the attack back in '02?

It's possible.

There were also traces of blood.

I got two DNA samples
and a database hit on both.

The first one was
a Reverend Wilfred James,

now deceased.

The victim. And the other?

Jared Horton.

So it was the stolen altar set
hidden under the memorial?

Evidence that links Jared
to the attack on Reverend James.

Why conceal it unless he was
responsible for the assault?

And if Zoe Dyer's find
was actually verified,

it was only going to get worse.

The village
would become a magnet

for people
digging into the past.

(Birds twittering)

He didn't say where he was
going, and even if he did...

Don't you think it's time you
stopped covering for your son?

He had nothing to do
with the murders.

Unless you tell me where he is,
I only have your word for that.

Sir.

In the cellar.
Part of the stolen altar set.

Mrs Horton,

you're only going to
make things worse for Jared.

We know about the attack
on Reverend James.

You wanted to talk!

Let's talk!

I need you at Milson Woods -
and fast.

You're looking for Jared Horton.
Be careful. He may be violent.

Is there really any need
for all this?

We're old friends.
We just need to talk.

Oh, really?

What sort of conversation
were you thinking of having?

I just need you to give it back,
mate. Really.

You don't know
what you're dealing with.

Oh, I do.

I know exactly what this is...

..and whose blood it is.

♪♪

Proceed with caution.

Causton Beer Festival.
I remember that day.

It was a good one.
Started out all right.

How many pints do you reckon
we had between us?

Too many.
Know the other reason

that day sticks in my mind?

It was the day
the church got done over

and the old vicar
got his head stoved in.

It must have been a right mess.

Guess you banked on
no-one finding this.

Whoa! (Laughs)
Easy.

So... between old friends...

..how much is this t-shirt worth
to you and dear old Valerie?

Careful, Mr Horton.
You could hurt someone.

You can't just
abandon Jared now.

We all have to pay for our sins,

whether it be in this life
or the next.

He's not the only sinner,
though, is he?

Understand this.

I will do all within my power

to protect Cicely
and this church.

I see that.

I've got officers
searching your campsite.

Care to place a bet
on what they'll find?

A metal detector, perhaps?

Like I said before,
it's not a crime.

True, but theft, criminal damage
and blackmail are.

You must be exhausted,
Mr Sawney.

You've been working all hours.
When do you sleep?

I don't much.
Will our search

recover the items stolen
from the dig site?

That was Jared's idea.
Really?

He wanted it made clear that the
archaeologists weren't welcome.

He was paying me
to scare them off.

Make their equipment disappear.
That sort of thing.

Jared Horton didn't ask you
to dig this up, though, did he?

No. That was my idea.

I got chatting to some blokes
on the site about the hoard.

So I bought myself
a metal detector.

Cost me a bloody fortune.

Went all over the village -
not a peep.

Until I tried the Cicely memorial.

You were so eager
to get to your find,

you stole Hannah Dewsbrough's
ditch digger.

But instead of the hoard,
you dug up the altar set.

I still thought I could make
a bit of money.

And then him from the dig turns
up and threatens to turn me in.

Who? Dexter Ingram?

He took it off me.

All that digging in the dark
and where do I end up?

In a hole.

We need to speak to
Dexter Ingram again.

(Footsteps)

I did it.

I finally did it.

It must have been
an uncomfortable feeling,

all that digging going on
when you literally had

a secret buried in the village.

No comment.

We have DNA evidence linking you
to the attack on Reverend James

and the burglary of the church.

And Noah Sawney has told us
about your scheme

to get rid of
the archaeologists.

Just how determined were you?

Now, what I can't figure out,
though,

is why you would attack
Reverend James.

You and your mother lived
with him. How does she fit in?

She had nothing to do with this.

She provided a false statement.

Reverend James treated her like a
skivvy,

spoke to her like one, too.

Should've heard how he spoke to
her that night - a man of God!

I was young. I was angry.

I lost it. I...

Next thing I remember,
I'm standing over him with a...

candlestick in my hand.

I'm covered in blood.

Mum freaked out,
started screaming.

And that's when Peter came in.

And what was his reaction?

Calm.

Perfect calm.

He called the ambulance

and told the police
there'd been a robbery.

It was his idea
to hide the altar set

when the rose bed was dug?

He said he needed help
with a project.

I couldn't say no.

So we buried the stuff,

and he made out
we'd unearthed Cicely's bones.

He told me he needed me
to back up his story

the way he'd backed up mine.

The story about him
finding Cicely?

I thought you'd be happy.

I thought
this was what you wanted.

What I want is my own parish.

If you knew how close I was, you
wouldn't try and ruin things.

Ruin things?

You said you loved me.
I love all my congregation.

How many of them
have you slept with?

I am not gonna let you do this.

Not when the truth about Peter
is so close to coming out.

Because that's all I have to do.

Expose that supercilious
old fraud for what he really is.

He's not the only fraud
about to be exposed!

Jared's been charged for
the assault on Reverend James,

but I doubt he's behind
these murders.

We're missing something.
What else have we got?

Plenty. These are the items
stolen from the dig site

and recovered at Noah Sawney's
premises.

Also, I spoke to the British
Archaeological Society.

According to them, Dexter Ingram
looks like this.

So who's our Dexter Ingram?

His fingerprints were on
the champagne bottle.

I ran them through the system.

Turns out he's got previous.

He's not an archaeologist.
He's a night hawk.

We need to find him. Put a call out.

I already have.
I'll see how they're getting on.

Tell me, Nelson, where have we seen
this before?

It's the lock from the chest
in the Milson painting.

She said that?

Well, you can assure the Bishop
it's nothing to worry about.

She's a very vulnerable member
of my congregation

who has some mental health issues.

I understand.

Whatever you think is appropriate.

Do give my best to...
(Beep)

I'm sorry. Can I help you?
I'm with the police.

Dr Karimore.
I'm a forensic pathologist.

I need access to the remains of
Cicely Milson.

Of course.

I think I know where
Reverend Corby keeps the key.

Great.
Follow me.

The hasp was found
on the same day

that Cicely Milson
was unearthed.

Dexter Ingram logged it as
"unidentified metal object".

It's vague enough for it not to
attract any attention.

But it clearly did.

The academic work on the hoard

centred on the location
of the jewellery box.

Find it and you find the treasure.

Someone clearly recognised its
significance.

Or found where it came from.

Either way, the Milson hoard was
discovered.

Someone's trying to keep that secret.

Zoe Dyer evidently found out,

as did Alex Dyer and Christopher
Corby.

And it cost them their lives.

I think we need to get back to the
dig site.

(Banging)

He calls himself Dexter Ingram.

Yes. Arrange for backup to meet us
there.

(Banging)

What are you doing here?

(Lock clicks)

Hey!

What do you think you're doing?

No!

(Car engine starts)

Hey! What the hell
are you doing?

No!

♪♪

(Siren wailing)

(Siren off)

Secure the area!

OK, spread out.

You're looking for anyone left on
site.

Sir, you should see this.

Someone's bashed the door in.

So, what happened here?
(Phone rings)

Nelson.

Sir. Uniform have Dexter Ingram.

He was trying to leave
by a back road.

The remains are female.

However, the discolouration suggests

the skeleton cannot have been in the
ground

for more than 100 years -
certainly not 500.

What do you think you're doing?

You really shouldn't be here.

There's only the stolen altar set.

The one Noah dug up.

What?
The Milson hoard.

There's no such thing.

Then why go to the trouble of
assuming someone else's identity

and conning your way onto the dig?

I've asked myself that question.

You really don't know?
Know what?

"Unidentified metal object"?
Sorry, I don't...

You discovered the location of the
hoard.

What do you mean?

If that was unwitting on your part,

then I need to know who did
recognise its significance.

I don't believe it.

Do you know Penny Henderson's
whereabouts?

No, I've not seen her.

I've seen her car, though.
What do you mean?

She wasn't driving it. Reverend
Corby was.

Like a lunatic! He nearly ran me off
the road.

Get him to the station.

The charge is receiving stolen goods.

He's just a small-time thief.

We need to track down Dr Henderson.

I'm not doing this for me, you
understand.

I'm doing it for the village,
for everyone.

Especially after the Reverend
James drove so many people away.

But I've changed all that.

It's a red Volvo estate.

The driver is a Reverend Peter Corby.

We also need to know the
whereabouts of the car's owner,

Penelope, or Penny, Henderson.

Can you issue that now?
Right.

OK. I'll hold.

Why would he steal
Penny Henderson's car?

He's not stealing the car.
He's stealing what's in it.

The bones?
He's going to swap them

for the ones he's got in his crypt.

Kam said she was heading over there.

Sir?

Yes, I'm still here.
It was "Henderson"?

That's right. Henderson.
That's not the name I've got.

Who is the registered owner?
The name I've got is "Milson".

The village will be lost without
her.

Cicely is what they need.

And now I can give her to them
again.

Get away from the box.

Dr Henderson, it's fine.

I said leave the box alone!

Did you double check? You're sure?

OK.

I'll need a copy sent through.
Thank you.

It's as we thought.

The birth certificate confirms it.

PENNY: I've waited years for this
moment.

Nelson.
My career

has been spent searching.

Cicely must be given
the resting place she deserves!

She belongs with me.

People today need more than faith.

They demand proof. This is where she
belongs.

Don't you dare.

Give it to me now!

I don't think so.
(She gasps)

This man is a thief!

But he's not a killer, is he?

(Kam gasps)

You're an intelligent woman,
Dr Henderson.

You must know
that this is not a good idea.

I only want what's in the box
and then I'll go.

I can't allow that to happen.

I'm only taking what is rightfully
mine.

Your birth right?

Yes. How did you...

Your real name is Milson.

You didn't write your thesis
on the Milsons

out of academic interest.

You wanted to study your family.

I imagine that was very upsetting.

Upsetting?

Finding out your ancestors were
persecuted, tortured, killed

and exiled?

Just a little.

Still, there was the chance
of a happy ending for the...

remaining Milson.

The family fortune.

When did you realise it was real?

When I read
Christopher's research.

He really was
a very talented historian.

Then, of course, Zoe exploited him.

Just like everyone else.

Like she exploited you?

Except this time
it was going to be different.

She could have the bones and the
glory.

This time, I was going home with the
real find

and she would be none the wiser.

But things didn't go to plan.

Was that thanks to Dexter's find?

No.

I interviewed Dexter.

I knew he wasn't an archaeologist.

Still, he was pretty enough
to keep Zoe out of my way.

But that backfired.

She called me.

Told me she'd found something
extraordinary.

So I told her I'd come straightaway,

just like I always did.

I couldn't let her have it.

(Muffled screams)

But even with her
out of the way...

Alex should have
left the dig to me.

He hated getting his hands dirty,

so... when he started talking
about expanding the dig...

..I knew he knew.

(Thud)

And then there was just Christopher

between you and your family's
fortune.

I was going to tell him.

Christopher was a true historian.

He understood how important it was

that things were kept in their
proper place.

Trust me, this find is huge.
But he was like the others.

The bones are nothing.

We are talking about a fortune
in Medieval times.

16th-century family fortune.

God knows what it's worth now.

Millions. (Chuckles)

Argh!
You killed my brother.

You burnt his research. Philistine!

What do you think you're doing?

No!
Argh!

No! No!
I've got her!

No!
She's secure.

It's mine!

The Milson hoard.

So many people in this village tried
to live a lie.

It doesn't matter how deep
you bury it. The truth will out.

Oh, Kam.

We'll see to it that the remains
are properly taken care of?

Yes, and we'll make sure
the fake Cicely

is reburied somewhere appropriate.

Hopefully they won't be disturbed
this time.

Had me worried for a moment there.

(Grunts)

Yes!
Well played.

I seem to have found my form.
I hope you don't mind losing.

Not in the slightest.
I'm just enjoying the game.

Have they declared a truce?

Yeah. Peace in our time.

Oh, by the way, Harry's move to
Causton is off.

Oh, that's a shame.

Isn't it?

Ooh!

(She grunts)

And again!
(They chuckle)

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