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PANTING

GUNSHOT, BIRDS CAW

BIRDS TWEET AND CAW

BELLS CHIME

CLOCK CHIMES

CLOCK TICKING

BIRDSONG

INDISTINCT TALKING

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.

WHISPERS: We're 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.

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, our warden. How do you do? Hello.

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.

Hmm. Who's the woman?

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.

FAINT MUSIC

MUSIC GETS LOUDER

MUSIC STOPS

He's arrived... the Archdeacon.

WOMAN:Finally. You need to be careful.

Please, can we simply be transparent?

Father Peregrine. You mean to close St Anselm's

after almost a hundred 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 St 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 programme of changes to the way the college is run.

"Democratisation" 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...

St 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!

Increase the number of scholarships for state-educated boys?

We've already been discussing that.

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? A hundred 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.

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 two million pounds' worth of salvation.

Wow.

TV:'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.

'Her controversial brand of free-enterprise politics,

'along with her strong personality,

'have kept her the centre 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 "Our Maggie"...' TV OFF

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sergeant? Hope you don't mind.

If it's a bad time...

Come in.

Wow.

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

Ah. Single malt.

My dad rates it.

I've been accepted on the Senior Command Programme.

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.

I understand she's doing very well.

Have you heard from her lately?

No.

Cheers.

And thanks.

Congratulations.

Good night.

THUNDER RUMBLES

Keep watch, dear Lord,

with those who wake, or watch... DOOR OPENS

WIND GUSTS

..with those who wake, or watch, or weep this night,

and give your angels charge over... PRAYER BOOK THUDS

Oops.

WIND GUSTING INCREASES

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've poured into you?

I want you back.

I want the old you.

THUNDER RUMBLES

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.

I remember the look on your face when you realised you'd lost her.

What are...?

It wasn't even about her, was it? 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?

And 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've 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 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 claims.

For lack of evidence! You know as well as I do he was guilty.

I don't know that! You should have moved him on...

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.

Oh, 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 St Anselm's!

DOOR OPENS

FOOTSTEPS RECEDING, DOOR CLOSES

THUNDER CRASHES

CLOCKS CHIME

FOOTSTEPS CREAKING

FOOTSTEPS

THUNDER CRASHES

Sebastian?

DOOR CLOSES

BELL RINGS CONTINUOUSLY

FATHER JOHN: What have we done?

What have we done?

DRIPPING

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've had her locked in her flat.

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

She smelt of alcohol.

Oh, erm... 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've spoken to my sergeant already,

but if you wouldn't mind telling me again what happened this morning?

Sure. Erm...

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 was strange.

So early - six thirty.

I could see the church from my window.

I don't know why I came here.

It just seemed odd.

And... bells are like summonses, aren't they?

Yes.

I got here, erm...

The bell had stopped. I went in, walked up the nave,

and then 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? 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?"

DOOR OPENS

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 OK, 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's bound to be upset.

Father Sebastian's in charge here, Sir.

Arbuthnot?

Related to the founder? Yes.

Yes, he's an ordinand 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 staff?

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. Fifteen minutes.

KNOCK AT DOOR

TARRANT: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.

AGATHA: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 nine and twelve hours.

TARRANT:Well, that doesn't fit.

What, so around midnight last night? It 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 centre of the head.

The assailant was facing him? Yes.

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.

SEBASTIAN:Erm... CLEARS THROAT

..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.

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 four o'clock yesterday? Yes.

Yes, he'd 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, erm...

I assumed he was going to bed. He said good night.

It was about... half past nine.

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.

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.

CHICKENS CLUCK, DOG BARKS

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?

SHE SNICKERS No.

Once a year - Christmas Eve.

I like the carols.

What about you, Miss Surtees? Never set foot in a church.

Not even christened. Badge of honour.

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, and 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 St Anselm's.

One story in the village

about a posh auction house taking an interest.

Are you basing this on any specific information?

No. No.

Just seems pretty obvious.

Can I speak to you?

Of course.

Thought I'd try and carry on.

I'm not exactly concentrating.

It'd be academic now, anyway.

Was yesterday the first time that you'd seen The Doom?

Yes.

There've always been rumours about panels being here.

These ones are in the Rijksmuseum. Three in the church here.

The remaining two somewhere else, waiting to be found.

It doesn't happen very often...

finding something that makes your heart race.

You're 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 panels

shipped over from Rotterdam.

Your estimate of its worth?

£1.5 to £2.5 million.

The museum's gonna 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.

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, er, that's Louisa's will. Something else I have to do.

Prove the college actually own the panels.

Does it? Yes. As long as it exists.

The will's typical of the period - specific, full of caveats.

READING: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...

KNOCK AT DOOR

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.

Hmm.

Has anyone made you aware that if the seminary were to close...

Oh, I get it now.

You'd almost certainly stand to inherit

the buildings, land, contents...?

Wrong.

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

If St 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 gate.

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.

DOOR OPENS

Last person to see him, George Gregory,

passes him at the far end of this corridor

at around nine thirty.

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. Mm.

At some point between 11 and one, 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? KNOCK, DOOR OPENS

Ah.

Thanks.

OK.

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.

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

Which Surtees?

Er... Karen.

First time in a church?

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?

Twenty to, quarter to ten.

DS Tarrant is going to telephone your brother

and see if he can confirm that.

He will. Cos 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?

HE INHALES DEEPLY Exhausted.

At this point in time, we have no cause to charge you with anything.

HE SIGHS SOFTLY

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.

It was only him, the Archdeacon, and his witch hunt.

Cos that's what it was.

Should've 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. Er, there's a telephone.

Thank you. We'll be back at 7am.

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 gate.

Thank you.

Good night. 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?

Raffy!

Chess later? I mean, if you're, er, if you feel up to it?

Yes, sir. Need to get my revenge.

HE CHUCKLES

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 thought.

Difficult day for all of us.

Quite a bunch of hypocrites, aren't we?

Sitting here all sombre, 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 MOCK GASPS

WHISPERING: "She's only just started."

Boo-hoo-hoo.

I know one of you...

I know. I have proof.

And it's a good job,

it's a bloody good job that they're not blaming John any more,

because I would shout it from the rooftops.

But maybe I'll just shake the hand,

shake the hand of the one that wiped 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 shrivelled...

..upon disaster to St Anselm's! ..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.

HE SIGHS

HE BREATHES SHAKILY

HE MUTTERS PRAYER

You shouldn't have lied.

It'll be all right.

CLATTERING

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

LIGHT FOOTSTEPS

CLOCK CHIMES

AGATHA:Hello? I'm here.

You said midnight.

HEAVY FOOTSTEPS, DISTANT CLATTERING

Hello? Are you down there?

CREAKING

Hello?

HEAVY THUD, SHE CRIES OUT

SHE GRUNTS