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He's here.

You've got to shape yourself
up now, John Betterton,

as our mother would say.

No hiding.

You have nothing
to be ashamed of.

We are stronger than he is.

Aggie.

No, we're not.

It's really
picking up, isn't it?

It is.

Who on Earth is she?

Nice weather for it.

Archdeacon.

Good morning.

Good morning.

This is Dr. Lavenham
of Wyndham's

Auction House in London.

She'll be staying the night.

I trust we'll make her
welcome.

Father Sebastian.

Hello.

Our warden,
and Father Peregrine.

Nice to meet you.

Dr. Lavenham has
kindly agreed to assess

the altarpiece for us.

The doom?

With a view to what?

Insurance, I assume?

Actually, with a
view to selling it.

So that's our new trustee.

I wonder where
he hides his horns.

Who's the woman?

I don't know, sir.

You coming to this meeting?

Not invited.

You should have been.

It's your home
we're discussing.

Poor John.

This will be
bringing it all back.

He's arrived.

The archdeacon.

Finally.

You need to be careful.

Please, can we
simply be transparent?

Father Peregrine.

You mean to close Saint
Anselm's after almost

100 years of excellence.

One scandal involving
one man and we're

to be thrown to the wolves.

You are absolutely wrong.

Neither I nor any of
my fellow trustees

have the least intention
of closing Saint Anselm's.

You know how I
revere this place.

Even at school, I used to say
that if I could train anywhere,

it would be here.

Well, then what
is this all about?

Change.

A swingeing program of changes
to the way the college is run.

Democratization is the word.

We may be two years on
from the first headlines,

but I'm afraid, given
Father John Betterton's

continued regrettable
presence on staff,

Saint Anselm's remains
lodged in the public psyche

as representative of everything
which is wrong with the church.

It's my intention to use that
profile to prove to the country

that we are listening
and that we can change.

So you're suggesting what?

He means to make
an example of us.

We increase the
number of scholarships

for state educated boys?

We've already been
discussing it.

But that's exactly
the kind of thing.

I'd certainly back
that, as would the other

lay members of staff.

And then there's the estate.

I've had preliminary
conversations

with the county council.

They're keen to get their
hands on any tracts of land

we care to sell.

We keep the car park, of
course, a walled garden,

perhaps, where the boys
can stretch their legs,

but what need do we
have of groundsmen?

100 acres?

This is our sanctuary.

Which brings me to the doom.

It's my understanding that if
the panels can be attributed

beyond doubt to Van
Leeuwen, it could fetch

close to 2 million pounds.

Now, there is our
publicity campaign.

Tangible sums to invest in
outreach work and inner city

parishes suffering acute need.

The doom is the spiritual
heart of this seminary.

The doom is 2 million
pounds' worth of salvation.

Margaret Thatcher is
a woman on a mission.

She believes this
election is her one

and only opportunity
to become Britain's

first female prime minister.

Her campaign has been
designed for the media.

A controversial brand of
free enterprise politics,

along with her
strong personality,

have kept her the
center of attention,

whilst her husband,
Denis Thatcher,

is consigned to a
supporting role.

On the campaign trail,
there have been two

very distinct Mrs. Thatchers.

The first is--

Son.

I hope you don't mind.

If it's a bad time--

Come in.

Wow I've seen this place
from the outside, of course.

Single malt. My dad rates it.

I've been accepted on the
senior command program.

I found out two hours ago.

Ah.

I'm guessing that's
mostly down to you.

A glowing reference.

An honest account.

I'm sure you'll do well.

I just wanted
to say thank you.

I start in two weeks.

I'm not sure we'll fit
another one in before then.

And I wanted to say
that once I'm through,

I'd like to come back and
keep working with you.

I know it's not
official, that you only

do the high profile stuff--

Sensitive cases.

But I can't see myself going
back to the bog standard stuff.

So whoever comes
in, maybe you could

see them as a placeholder.

Let's see what happens.

By the time you come back, you
might be running the force.

Might it be Kate Miskin
back from the wilderness?

She's not in the wilderness.

Anne said she's
doing very well.

Have you heard
from her lately?

No.

Cheers.

And thanks.

Congratulations.

Keep watch, dear Lord, with
those who wake or watch--

with those who wake or
watch or weep this night.

Give your angels charge over--

Oops.

John.

It's good that you came.

Well done.

Dear boy.

He'll be gone soon.

I wouldn't spit on
him if he was on fire.

Neither would
I. But it doesn't

help you showing John up.

Oh, don't start.

You stink of booze.

And where have you
been all day when you

knew what a state he'd be in?

Staying away from you.

I told you, until you stop,
you don't get to see me,

which means he
doesn't see me either.

Arrogance?

Is that what they teach you?

It's called
tough love, Aggie.

What about all the love
that we poured into you?

I want you back.

I want the old you.

Sebastian

I'll go along with your
plans, Matthew, your reforms,

but I want you to
admit the truth.

In this place, with no
one else to hear but him.

This is personal, isn't it?

Finally, after all these
years, you've gained

a position of power over me.

And now you mean
to humiliate me.

Astonishing that
you would think that.

Because she
chose me over you.

Remember the look
on your face when

you realized you'd lost her.

What?

It wasn't even
about her, was it?

It was me.

Because you always thought
you were better than me.

Always thought you'd win.

That was the natural order
of things in your head.

Are you serious?

Now you can walk
into my domain

and dismantle everything
I've worked for.

Raze my life to the ground and
tell the world how I failed.

This is arrant nonsense.

I've told you how much I
respect the work you do here.

Yes, easy to pay lip service.

Am I asking you to resign?

Am I closing the place?
No.

Because you want me
here to torture me.

The only criticism I can
level against your leadership

is your reinstating
John Betterton

when I expressly recommended--

Why wouldn't I have done?

It was your inquiry which
dismissed the claim.

For lack of evidence.

You know as well as
I do he was guilty.

I don't know that!

You should have moved him--

Perhaps I'm more
charitable than you.

--and the spotlight would
have fallen elsewhere.

Closeted away here,
it's impossible for you

to see the way the
world is changing.

You can dress it
up how you like,

but if you had the courage
to look into your own soul,

you'd see exactly what I see.

If you hate me, just say it.

Don't take it out
on Saint Anselm's.

Sebastian?

What have we done?

What have we done?

What have we done?

Oh my god.

What have we done?

Is the church
normally locked?

No, sir.

Where is he?

He's literally got
blood all over his hands.

In shock.

Claims he doesn't
remember anything.

I had to prise his
sister's arms from him.

She was hysterical.

I had her locked in her flat.

It was the only way to
get her off the scene.

She smelt of alcohol.

Oh, SOCO have been held up.

Apparently flooding.

Pathologist's coming
from Chichester.

Who found him with the body?

A woman, art expert.

Here to look at that.

Dr. Lavenham.

Commander Dalgliesh,
Scotland Yard.

Thanks for your patience.

I know you spoke to
my sergeant already,

but if you wouldn't
mind telling me again

what happened this morning.

Sure.

Well, I didn't sleep
very well last night.

I never do in strange places.

I heard the bell
ringing, and I was

glad of an excuse to get up.

It's strange, so early, 6:30.

I could see the
church from my window.

I don't know why I came here.

It just seemed odd.

Bells are like
summonses, aren't they?

Yes.

I got here.

The bell had stopped.

I went in, walked up the
nave, and I saw the archdeacon

on the ground with the
priest, Father John,

kneeling in front of him.

As I got nearer, I
could see the blood.

You think Father
John rang the bell?

Yes, I think he
must have done.

There was no one else around.

Do you remember
where the candlestick

was when you approached it?

Not exactly.

But I do remember seeing it.

It must have been
on the ground.

Did Father John say anything?

I think he was
talking to God.

He said, "What have we done?"

over and over.

"What have we done?"

Father John.

I'm sorry you've had to
stay like that for so long.

I'm going to ask
you some questions.

It would be helpful if
you could talk to me.

How did you come
to be in the church

this morning with the body
of Archdeacon Crampton?

I came in and he
was lying there.

I pray early in the morning.

When you first
entered the church,

was the door open or closed?

Closed, how it always is.

And inside were
the lights on or--

I don't think so.

I must have turned them on.

I understand you've had
some past difficulties

with the archdeacon.

He led the inquiry
which examined

your conduct in relation
to one of the pupils

here who took his own life.

He recommended your dismissal.

It must have been
hard for you when

you learned he'd been appointed
trustee of the college.

Was yesterday the first time
you saw him since the inquiry?

Did you speak to him
yesterday about the inquiry

or anything else?

Is it possible that the
archdeacon was also praying

here this morning and that you
spoke to him, argued with him,

that you grew angry
or distressed,

and that you struck him?

No!

No.

When you were kneeling by the
body, you were heard to say,

"What have we done?"

What did you mean by that?

I don't know.

Did I?

Can I see him?
Is he all right?

Raphael.

You can't question
him on his own.

- He's not strong enough.
- It's okay.

Let them do their job.

They're going to blame him.

Look at me.

You need to keep calm
now, for John's sake.

Go back inside, please.

Trust me to deal with this.

Raphael Arbuthnot.

John and Agatha Betterton
are his guardians.

He is bound to be upset.

Father Sebastian is
in charge here, sir.

Arbuthnot.

Related to the founder?

Yes, yes.

He's an ornament here,
one of our finest.

He's a sensitive boy, so--

Who else was here last night?

George Gregory you
saw, Latin tutor,

Father Peregrine, and myself.

Oh, and the lady from
the auction house.

It's the holidays, so--

Cook?

Domestic stuff?

Agatha manages by
herself out of term time.

There's a groundsman,
Eric Surtees,

but he's in a cottage
near the woods.

His sister might be with him.

She often is.

Gather everyone
together, please.

15 minutes.

Miss Betterton.

Miss Betterton, I'm
Commander Dalgliesh.

I'm leading the investigation.

What is happening to John?

I need you to know
that my brother

would never hurt anyone.

He goes to church
every morning.

We'll be taking a
statement from you soon,

so you can tell us
anything you want to say.

We need to send your
brother's clothes

for forensic
examination, so I need

you to find him something to
change into, something warm.

And then you can see him.

Let's get you home.

Time of death?

Tricky with it
being so cold in here,

but I'd say he's been dead
between 9 and 12 hours.

Well, that doesn't fit.

That's around
midnight last night.

Doesn't fit.

Sorry about that.

Yeah, no.

Just-- unless Betterton
sat there all night.

First impressions,
pretty much as it looks.

Two hard blows to the skull.

Almost certainly with that.

First to the right of the
cranium, above the ear.

Would probably
have felled him.

Second to the
center of the head.

The assailant was facing him?

Yes.

The first blow would
have caused bleeding

into the cranial cavity.

Second blow might have
caused spattering.

If the assailant
were right-handed,

I'd expect their right arm,
perhaps even the chest,

to be bloodied.

It's quite a place
to meet your maker.

You will all know by now--

you will all know by
now about the passing

of Archdeacon Crampton.

I ask that you
join me in prayer.

Father of all, we pray to
you for our brother, Matthew.

Grant him eternal rest,

let light perpetual shine
upon him,

and may his soul, through the
mercy of God, rest in peace.

Amen.

Amen.

We'll be taking witness
statements from you

all, and we also ask
that you consent to have

your fingerprints taken.

I understand the archdeacon
arrived here at around 4

o'clock yesterday?

Yes.

Yes, he called for a
meeting with the staff.

He joined us for dinner
in the refectory,

and he joined us for compline.

Did anyone see
him after that?

I saw him in the
corridor upstairs.

He-- I assumed he
was going to bed.

He said good night.

It was about half-past 9:00.

Once we've spoken
to you, you are

free to go about your
business, but you

will need to remain
within the gates,

and the church is closed.

Start work on the statements.

Oversee the prints.

Have you checked
Crampton's room yet?

No, not yet.

He obviously felt
his proposed reforms

weren't well received.

Well, no.

That's not how I saw it at all.

I mean, we were shocked.

The changes are ambitious.

But, in fact, we were relieved.

We'd been anticipating he
might try to close us down.

He notes that you in
particular, Father Peregrine,

were opposed to the
potential sale of the doom.

Yes, I was.

I am.

It belongs here.

I told him that in
no uncertain terms.

The meeting lasted
around an hour, I assume?

- Yes.
- What happened then?

Still a couple of
hours before dinner.

I showed him to his room.

He asked to see
plans of the grounds,

and he asked for the
groundsman, Surtees.

He wanted me to talk
him through the estate,

the different areas,
what they're used for,

what the grounds are like.

Did he explain to you
that he was planning

to sell some of the land?

Yes.

Would that have included
the land this house is on?

Yes.

He told me it would
most likely go.

He told me I'd be
losing my job unless

I wanted to stay on as
a live-in caretaker,

which I don't.

How long have you lived here?

Eight years.

It's been good, but
nothing lasts forever.

Typical bloody church.

It's all about the money.

After the meeting,
what did you do?

Storm was starting
up, so I had to secure

some of the saplings.

Did you see the
archdeacon again?

No.

You don't take your
meals at the college?

- No.
- Evening prayers?

No.

Once a year.

Christmas Eve.

I like the carols.

What about you, Ms. Surtees?

Never set foot in a church.

Not even christened.

Badge of honor.

You know, we were just
saying, couldn't it

be a robbery that went wrong?

People break into churches
all the time, don't they?

We're not ruling
anything out at this stage.

There's only
one set of gates.

I'm careful, but I can't
stop people climbing fences.

Back when all that stuff
happened

with the boy who died,
quite a few press got in,

taking photos,
collaring the boys.

All it takes is
the wrong person

to hear a story about valuable
stuff in Saint Ansem's.

One story in the village
about a posh auction house

taking an interest.

Are you basing this on
any specific information?

No.

Just seems pretty obvious.

Can I speak to you?

Of course.

Thought I'd try and carry on.

Not exactly concentrating.

Might be academic now, anyway.

Was yesterday the first time
that you've seen the doom?

Yes.

There have always been rumors
about the panels being here.

These ones are in
the Reicharts Museum.

Three in the church here,
and the remaining two

somewhere else
waiting to be found.

It doesn't happen very
often, finding something

that makes your heart race.

You are satisfied
it's Van Leeuwen's work?

Yes.

I'd want to do
further analysis,

but I've been doing
it a long time.

It's right.

Provenance is looking
remarkably sound as well.

The founder, Louisa
Arbuthnot, her brother,

was a merchant and collector.

This letter mentions
having the panel

shipped over from Rotterdam.

Your estimate of its worth?

1.5 to 2.5 million.

Museum's going to want them.

Did you get a chance to
tell the archdeacon that?

Yes.

He came to the church
before he went for dinner.

Did anyone else
know you were coming

here, apart from colleagues?

Did you book accommodation
in the village?

No.

I still can't quite
believe it's happened.

I wish I could tell you that
the images will soon fade.

The emotions at least
will become less raw.

Oh, that's Louisa's will.

Something else I have to do.

Prove the college to
actually own the panels.

Does it?

Yes, as long as it exists.

The will is typical
of the period.

Specific.

Full of caveats.

This hill, though
high, I covet to ascend.

The difficulty will not
me offend, for I perceive

the way to life lies here.

Come, pluck up heart.

Let's neither faint nor fear.

Better though difficult.

They're asleep.

Can this wait?

It's you I've
come to speak to.

Raphael Alexander Arbuthnot.

Is there a problem?

I understand you're a direct
descendant of Louisa Arbuthnot.

Yes.

Are there other descendants?

Not that I know of.

Last of the Mohicans.

Has anyone made you
aware that if the seminary

were ever to close--

Oh, I get it now.

--you'd almost
certainly stand to inherit

the building's land, contents.

Wrong.

I've only seen the will once,
but I read it very carefully.

If Saint Anselm's
closes, everything

passes to the closest
legitimate heir,

provided they're confirmed
in the Church of England.

I'm very much not legitimate.

My mother was the Arbuthnot.

I was given her
name because no one

had a clue who my father was.

I say mother, but she was just
the woman who gave birth to me

and left me in a box
outside the gates.

Left a pretty sarcastic
note, I'm told, telling

the priests to look after me.

So the Bettertons
took you in?

They're my mum and dad.

Even if you'd got
your facts straight,

I'm training for the
priesthood, Mr. Policeman.

I'm not mercenary.

I didn't go near
the archdeacon.

None of us did.

Last person to see
him, George Gregory,

passes him at the far end of
this corridor at around 9:30.

Yes.

Crampton says good night.

He comes back here, writes
up his notes from the meeting,

gets changed for bed.

In bed for, say, 11:00.

At some point between 11:00 and
1:00, for some reason, he gets

up and goes to the church.

Why?

Sudden need to pray.

He could pray beside his bed.

In his bed.

Someone came to
fetch him, unexpected?

Same person who
searched in here?

But for what?

Thanks.

Okay.

Right.

Print matches on
the candlestick.

Agatha Betterton and Father
Sebastian Damn, no Father John.

Agatha probably
cleaned it once a week.

Sebastian probably lit
it almost every day.

Fingerprints from
around the church,

we've got pretty much
everyone, as you'd expect.

Fresh prints on the light
switch, Father John.

Fresh prints on the front
door, Agatha Betterton again,

and Father Sebastian, Father
John, Surtees, Dr. Lavenham.

Which Surtees?

Uh, Karen.

First time in church?

It must be fascinating.

I was exaggerating.

Showing off.

I do that.

I have been in
here once or twice.

The prints found on the
door and on the plaque

there, they're fresh.

Yesterday or this morning.

Eric was pretty upset after
he spoke to the archdeacon.

Distressed sort of
upset, not angry.

I knew he'd just accept it.

He looks like a wolf, but
actually, he's a lamb.

So I'd had a vodka
after dinner last night,

fatal, and I came up here
to find the archdeacon,

ask him to think again
about the cottage I saw

the light on in here,
came inside to look,

and I lost my nerve.

So he was in here?

Yes, but he was with
someone, the warden.

Sebastian, is it?

They were talking.

I gave up and left.

Thought I'd speak
to him today, but--

Your home address
is in London,

but you're here quite
often, I understand.

So?
I like Eric's place.

I go for walks.

What do you do for a living?

Hours must be flexible.

I do some
waitressing, shop work.

Seasonal.

I didn't tell you because,
well, pretty obvious.

I knew it wouldn't look good.

What time did you arrive
back at the cottage?

22, quarter to 10:00.

DS Tarrant is going to
telephone your brother

and see if he can confirm that.

He will, because it's true.

Now, why were they
talking to her, I wonder?

Yesterday, after
compline, what did you do?

I came back here.

We came back together.

Did either of you leave
the flat for any reason

between arriving here and
when you went to the church

this morning?

No.

How are you feeling now?

Exhausted.

At this point in
time, we have no cause

to charge you with anything.

How much more is
he supposed to take?

You know he never
touched that poor boy.

You know that there was
no criminal prosecution

because there was no evidence.

I read the report,
Miss Betterton.

There was only him, the
archdeacon and his witch hunt.

Because that's what it was.

We should have left here then.

I wanted to.

But there was Raphael.

You don't know.

You didn't see us, how
happy we used to be.

We were good parents.

Your cleaning duties, do they
include cleaning the church?

Yes.

Why?

This should be
suitable for you.

There's a telephone.

Thank you.

We'll be back at 7:00 AM.

After compline
last night, did you

leave the church immediately?

No.

No, not immediately.

The archdeacon and I
stayed on for a brief time,

talked a little further
about his plans.

Then we left.

Any worries, call.

I will.

You don't think we should be
bringing Karen Surtees in, sir?

There isn't enough evidence.

Priority tonight,
background checks, starting

with her and the brother.

Agatha Betterton's name
keeps coming up, doesn't it?

I'm sorry you have to stay.

Hopefully we'll be able
to release you tomorrow.

Gives me a chance to
finish my research, at least.

Well, we're just
in the village,

and there'll be
officers on the gates.

Thank you.

Good night.

Good night.

I take it we're not
looking at her as a suspect?

Include her in the checks,
but I can't see any reason

to think she's involved.

Need any help, Aggie?

Raphy.

Chess later?

I mean, if you're--

if you feel up to it.

Yes, sir.

Need to get my revenge.

Dr. Lavenham,
you'd be welcome to join.

Oh, I don't play.

We could teach you.

You've had enough.

This is very nice, Agatha.

Thank you.

One of us should have cooked
if we'd-- if we'd thought.

Difficult day for all of us.

Quite a bunch of
hypocrites, aren't we?

Sitting here all somber, as
if we care that he's dead.

I suggest you control
yourself, madam.

Why don't we have
a little dance?

Ding, dong.

The witch is dead.

Stop it, please.

You wanted him dead.

Coming here, the wrecking
ball, tearing everything down.

None of us wished him harm.

Oh, come on.

Would you like me to
walk you to your flat?

Of course she wouldn't.

She's only just started.

She's only just started.

Boo, hoo, hoo.

I know one of you.

I know.

I have proof.

And it is a good job,
it's a bloody good job

that they're not
blaming John anymore,

because I would shout
it from the rooftops.

But maybe I'll just
shake the hand.

Shake the hand of the
one that wipes him out.

Get out, now.

Happy, were you, when
you thought that my brother

was taking the blame?

You have never shown him
an ounce of kindness.

Your brother has
brought disaster--

You are a shriveled--

--upon disaster.

--vindictive soul, And
there is no God in you.

That's enough!

You don't get to say enough.

Look at you.

All high and mighty
and above it all.

You're not, are you?

You're just like anyone else.

You sin like anyone else.

Get out, now, or
we will all leave.

Hypocrites.

Be present, O merciful God,
and protect us through this--

We shouldn't have lied.

You'll be all right.

Hello?

I'm here.

You said midnight.

Hello?

Are you down there?

Hello?