The prison just called the house.
It's about your mum. She's died, Nathan.
Patrick Liversedge, I am arresting you on suspicion of the murders
of Anthony Bowness and Ned Thwaite.
That was the insurance company.
We have to pay for everything ourselves.
I've been summoned to explain myself to Bishop Creggan.
Ned told us that he was researching a story
about a man called Kerling.
The main stop tap. It was on the street?
Of course, so you can get to it in an emergency.
I was right.
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What is it?
Come and see.
Okay.
But if we get chased by an enormous rolling boulder,
I'm blaming you.
It's incredible.
I don't think anyone's been down here for 40 years.
And this is where the secret army you were talking about
- would have hidden. - The Scallywags, yes.
- It's quite a find. - Oh, it's more than that.
I also found this.
Some sort of German ID.
Alright. What's it doing here?
Well, Ned Thwaite was writing a story about
- Philip Kerling. You remember? - Yeah.
The double agent who fled to France.
That's right.
I'm thinking that this has something to do with him.
I don't follow.
Well, Kerling disappeared two days
after that plane exploded, right?
What if those two events were actually connected?
Okay.
See, at the time,
the official cause of the explosion was an electrical fault.
But say it wasn't.
I think it was actually sabotage,
and Kerling fled before being exposed.
And what if somehow all of this...
the war, the Scallywags, the Free French, Kerling,
they're the reason why Anthony and Ned were murdered.
Anthony had been looking for this bunker.
So someone killed him to stop him from getting in here?
- Exactly. - Why?
I don't know,
but maybe Kerling wasn't the only double agent.
Now, what if there were others accomplices?
What if one of the Scallywags was himself a spy
and this was their I.D.?
- What's that? - Testing. Testing?
She sells seashells by the seashore.
_
Mrs. Clement.
Can I interest you in some cold Woolton pies
in honor of Champton at War Day tomorrow?
All home made
using an original wartime recipe.
Thank you, but no. Tempting as it is.
I've got surprise potato balls, too.
How delightful.
Alas, I just came for a copy of the Racing Post.
- Really? - Yes, it's Grand National day.
One should always have a bet on the Grand National.
But you can't just do it blind.
You have to study the form,
assess the going, make an educated decision.
I'll just open the paper and put a pin in.
I'd stick to the potato balls.
Find a connection you said
between the murders and the war...
and we'll talk again.
Yes, I did.
So?
So I think you've made an interesting discovery.
I think finding it was impressive,
but it's not a breakthrough.
Well, of course it is.
Face it, Daniel. What have you got?
Well, the German I.D.
- Doesn't mean anything. - Seriously?
Do you even know it's genuine?
How do you know it's not a forgery?
Something the Scallywags are issued with
in case they got caught.
Well, I mean... Well, look at where Anthony was murdered.
I mean, how could that not have something to do with the bunker?
Because there's nothing in the bunker.
Even if he was on the verge of finding it,
you can't tell me why he was killed.
- And the same for Ned Thwaite. - But Kerling spies.
Who, right now, only exist in your head.
Okay, maybe not that,
but what if Kerling himself was still alive?
Afraid of being revealed after all this time?
Look,
I know you really want a eureka moment, but this is...
You said you'd found something important.
- It is important. - It's a tourist attraction.
Why aren't you taking this seriously?
Because you're not a detective, Daniel.
I'm going back to the station now
because I've got someone in custody
who is blackmailing Anthony Bowness
and had Ned Thwaite's watch.
Motif, physical evidence.
The sort of thing that stands up in court.
I spoke to the house insurance people again,
- see if they changed their mind. - And?
Going to France was a nice idea while it lasted.
Mrs. Clement.
Kath.
Hello, Dora.
No Stella. Just me for now.
- If that's okay. - It's much better.
I should go. Mrs. Clement.
I'll see you at the pub later, though, won't I?
For the Grand National?
- I'm not really in the mood. - Nonsense.
Nothing like a little flutter to take your mind off things.
Mrs. Clements right. We could do with a bit of fun.
I'll think about it.
You haven't got these in a six, have you?
I'm afraid that's all we've got.
Shame.
The brogue is always in vogue, don't you think?
- Can I try this on? - The Tricoville.
Very nice.
There's a fitting room at the back.
Dora, hold the fort a bit longer, will you?
I have some business to discuss with Mrs. Porteous.
- But... - "But me," no buts, Dora.
Business is business.
Now, your slate is currently
at £482.
Give or take a few pennies.
I thought maybe if I paid cash...
Well...
I suppose I could make it £450.
I can only run to £400.
Try running a bit harder. £450.
That'll do nicely, as they say.
Thank you.
Everything will be fine.
You know what grandad used to be like.
The things he did when he was collecting money.
- That was ages ago. - So?
They'll still use it.
Come on. The police wouldn't...
You want to bet?
They'll try and pin it on him for sure.
But if prejudice and ancient history is all they've got...
That is all they've got, isn't it?
Yeah.
Then there's nothing to worry about, is there?
What are you doing?
It's dripping down the gearbox.
The bearings are completely worn out.
So you decided to mend them?
- Someone needed to. - Right this minute?
A useful byproduct from all that ambulance driving during the war,
which you scoffed at I'd like to point out.
I have my tribunal in front of the bishop this afternoon.
Will you be finished in time?
- When do you need it? - A couple of hours.
- How long will you be? - About five.
So that would be no.
I'm so sorry. I completely forgot about your meeting.
I'll ask Honor if she can give me a lift.
Oh, Daniel, wear your charcoal suit.
You look quite presentable in that.
These items were found during a search of your property.
£2,700 in cash
and a watch we've identified as belonging to Ned Thwaite.
Can you explain how these items came to be in your possession?
Mr. Liversedge?
Yeah, I can.
I'll tell you what.
I can save us all a lot of time here,
all those clever questions trying to trap me.
No one's trying to trap you.
Well, get you a pen and paper ready.
I killed them.
Anthony Bowness and Ned Thwaite?
That's right.
I killed them both.
_
You were blackmailing Anthony?
I'd found out he was scamming his lordship.
How?
I saw him leaving the house one night,
walking out with a painting under his arm.
- Really? - I know.
- Bold as you like. - Go on.
Well, I asked him where he was going with it.
He gave me some old flannel,
but it wasn't hard to get him to tell me what he was really doing.
Just like that?
I'm good at persuading people.
And this went on for how long?
About six months.
Every time he sold a painting, I got a cut.
Then his lordship found out,
and suddenly I didn't have anything over Anthony.
Nothing to threaten him with.
No more meetings in the pub.
He told me he wanted the money back.
Otherwise he'd tell his lordship what I'd done.
He figured he couldn't get any worse for him,
but he could make things bad for me.
In what way?
Well, I'd be out of my ear, wouldn't I?
No job, nowhere to live, nothing.
So later,
when I saw him going into the church...
You followed him inside.
And killed him.
There you go.
- Yes, love. - Rhyme and Reason...
- to win. - Alright.
Tell me about Ned Thwaite.
Well,
he was writing a story
linking me to some bloke who disappeared
years ago.
- When you were a debt collector. - It was a load of bollocks.
But I didn't want your lot digging all that stuff up again.
So...?
I told him if he was writing about me,
then he needed to hear my side of the story.
Told him to meet me.
And what happened?
Well, I warned him.
Told him to leave me alone.
- And he refused? - That's right.
And then, well...
one thing led to another.
Just so I'm clear.
You killed Anthony Bowness
- because he threatened to blackmail you. - Yeah.
And you killed Ned Thwaite
because he was going to write about your past.
That's what I said.
Two murders,
two different motives in quick succession.
What of it?
It's unusual.
Well, that's what happened.
- How did you kill Ned? - I cut his throat.
- And Anthony Bowness? - Same thing.
You slit his throat?
With my hunting knife.
I've had a lot of practice.
It's a lie.
Anthony Bowness wasn't killed with a hunting knife.
It was a pair of secateurs.
And I bet Eddie's lying about Ned, too.
- He's covering for someone. - For his grandson.
- Strands of Gold. - I'm sorry?
I like Strands of Gold for the National.
Ah, yes. The one day of the year that you become a pundit.
His form's good.
The ante post prices are attractive,
and Scudamore is always a safe pair of hands, don't you think?
- If you say so. - Not just me.
"The Racing Post."
Of course. None of which will mean anything
if he falls at the first.
You've no sense of adventure. That's your problem.
Honor will be here soon.
- How do I look? - Very respectable.
Now all you have to do is not upset the bishop.
Take my lumps you mean.
Mother, last week when the bishop was here,
he said that you were talking about me before I arrived.
I dare say.
It was just chit chat.
Really?
Because when he was leaving,
he said something about getting some context.
- What did he mean by that? - I have no idea.
What did you tell him, mother?
We were just talking about the family.
And?
And about how things were hard.
- And? - Alright.
I might have said something about how you weren't there,
how you'd run away to follow this dream of yours.
Is that what you really think?
- That I ran away? - I shouldn't have said that.
- Let's forget it. - No, I don't want to.
Because this is not the first time that you have accused me...
- Daniel. - Why do you do it?
You can't just say something like that
and expect me not to care.
He needed you, Daniel.
That's why.
Your grandfather built that company up from scratch
and handed it on to your father.
Your father wanted you to take over a proper family business.
I didn't know anything about making shoes
- or running a business. - You could have learned.
For two years I worked there,
and the only thing I learned is that dad was running the place into the ground.
That wasn't his fault.
Oh, he was a bad businessman, mother.
No, it didn't take a genius to see all those high street shops
and cheap shoes from abroad were gonna hit us hard.
But instead of dealing with it, he drank.
- Nonsense. - And because he drank,
things got worse.
You know, he fought every day to make those sums add up
so that you could keep up appearances,
so that he wouldn't be a disappointment to you every day
- And it killed him. - That's a lie.
How would you know?
You only ever saw what you wanted to see.
But I was there day in, day out.
And how come it fell to me to take over anyway?
How come he never asked Theo?
- He had his reasons. - Or because I was the oldest?
- No. - No, because it was my duty.
Meanwhile, Theo could just swan around trying to be an actor.
- Of course not. - Then why?
Because you were his favorite.
He loved Theo, obviously, but...
but, what, with the acting and everything?
He's just... he's just not a serious person.
But you...
You were the one he was proudest of.
The one he could see himself in.
He wanted you to take over the business.
Not because you were the oldest or because it was your duty,
but because he knew he could trust you.
He never said.
There was never any sign.
That wasn't his way.
He felt it all the same.
And you repaid him by abandoning him when he needed you the most.
I wanted to become a priest.
Yes. More than you wanted to help us.
There wasn't anything I could have done.
You could have tried.
At the very least,
you could have done that.
It wouldn't have changed anything.
Well,
we'll never know, will we?
You broke his heart, Daniel.
Nathan!
Hey! Get after.
Go this way.
Nathan, stop!
Stop moving.
Come on.
Did you hear? They arrested Edgy yesterday.
Yeah.
- Do you think he did it? - No idea.
Okay, I'm gonna go out on a limb here
and say that from my extensive knowledge of human behavior
and my uncanny ability to pick up on signs,
you're a little pissed off.
Nothing gets past me.
Now, I'm waiting.
Where do you want to start?
- You haven't written it down. - No
Good to soft. Which will make a difference...
- Dora. - Mrs. Clemens.
Can I get you a drink?
I'll have an T&T, please.
Oh, yes.
I rang round and I found a pair of those brogues in a six.
Lovely shop on the side of Braunstonbury.
That's good of you.
Won't Stella mind you taking business from her?
Only if she finds out.
- There you go, ladies. - Thank you.
Here, I'll give you the number.
Probably won't need this anymore.
Is it always like this?
Oh, yeah.
Grand National Day is a bit of a tradition around here.
We have a sweepstake, too, if you fancy a flutter.
I've already placed a bet.
Frankly, I always think the sweepstake is for amateurs.
Me too.
- I did try to warn you. - I know.
Living under the same roof as your mother.
Just thought it'd be a little longer before we fired the big guns.
Sounds like she blames you for everything.
As always.
Well, is she right?
Hi.
- Oh, you came. - You were right.
There's no point staying at home feeling sorry for myself.
Dora's been telling me she's put a little bet on.
Quite the expert, isn't she?
Well, she's always liked the horses.
Ever since we were kids.
What is it? Usual 50 pence each way?
Let's go over there.
Will you excuse us?
You said in your statement
you saw Ned's body in the water.
You pulled him out, but it was clear
- he was already dead. - That's right.
Must have been upsetting.
It was.
So upsetting you stole his watch.
I know it was a really bad thing to do.
I wasn't thinking.
I saw it, I knew it was valuable.
I thought it's not like he's going to need it.
But you have to believe me.
That's all I did.
A bit bigger than the rectory.
In case I'd forgotten who's boss.
Thank you, Honor.
Daniel.
What you did,
spending time with the AIDS patients, protesting,
it makes a difference.
You've got nothing to apologize for.
Does the name William Brotherton mean anything to you?
Yeah.
- My mum worked for him. - Yeah.
The Gazette ran a campaign to expose Brotherton.
Months and months. Proper investigative stuff.
- _ - Until eventually
the police and CPS took over
and Brotherton was charged
along with your mum.
And even though she claimed she was innocent,
the account said different.
He went down, but he took her with him.
She trusted him.
- He used her. - The jury didn't think so.
Your mum looked after you on her own.
Yeah,
and my dad buggered off when I was about two.
After that it was just her and me.
It must be really hard...
The trial,
watching her get sent to prison.
Where she died last week.
So the question I'm asking is,
who did you blame for that?
- Do you mind? - Fancy your chances, do you?
Good luck.
Earlier, I went to the building society.
Right.
You know the money I put by
for when things get difficult?
Your safety net.
What about it?
Now, please don't go off the deep end.
I know it's my fault we're not going to France.
- Dora. - So I wanted to try
and put things right.
- How much? - I did it for us.
And it's not like Rhyme and Reason's a rank outsider.
- His form's good. - How much?
All of it.
Stella,
you alright?
It's Edgy.
I think he just threatened me again.
What did he say?
He said good luck.
It's not what he said, it's how he said it.
I'm going to tell the police.
Good. I said you should.
Only this time I'm going to tell them everything.
How Edgy threatened me with a knife
the night that Ned was killed.
It may even have been the knife that killed Ned.
That's awful.
Yeah. I was really terrified. You can vouch for that.
That's why I asked you to come round.
You were in a proper state.
I was with you a good hour before you calmed down.
And you didn't mention any of this to the police before?
No, I didn't dare.
But you can't let someone like that win, can you?
I suppose not.
You see, I think you felt that the trial,
your mum being sent to prison,
none of it would have happened
if The Gazette hadn't run that campaign.
Your mum died Wednesday morning, didn't she?
You heard about it a few hours later.
And a few hours after that,
Ned Thwaite was killed.
So?
Can you read me the name of the man
- who wrote all these articles? - Okay.
- It was Ned Thwaite. - Yes.
It's understandable. You blamed him for what happened to your mum.
You wanted revenge.
You arranged to meet him at the boathouse.
You killed him, then pretended you'd found the body.
Prove it.
- Pa. - Yeah.
I hear that Nathan's been arrested.
Yeah, that's right.
Well, I was wondering if...
Cos they can't really afford, you know? I was wondering if we could...
maybe they could use your solicitor.
- My solicitor? - Yeah.
Right. And who's going to pay?
- Well, we would. - Why on earth would we do that?
Because he works for us, because he's in trouble.
He's in trouble with the police, then that's his own lookout.
- But... - And if it turns out that he's the murderer,
I'm certainly not going to subsidize his defense.
No, they can throw away the key for all I care.
Thank you.
How's the campaign to save the flower room going?
Found any more imaginary investors recently?
Oh, I don't think that's going to be an issue much longer.
- No? - I hear Daniel
is in trouble with the bishop.
I'd say his days are numbered.
Whilst I've got you,
can I ask your advice?
It's for a friend of mine.
I suppose so.
Well, she runs a small business, a bit like yours.
And the thing is, she's been rather naughty,
and she's been offering cash settlements to customers
so she can avoid paying tax.
And now she's worried that the Inland Revenue might find out.
And how would that happen?
Well, you know how it is.
You could be as careful as you like.
There's always a fly in the ointment somewhere, isn't there?
And I'm told that the taxman can be quite brutal
to people who cheat.
But the taxman hasn't found out yet?
Not yet.
Will they?
Who knows?
Perhaps she'll just have to keep her fingers crossed.
In the meantime,
I think you're right about the flower room.
I don't believe there's going to be an issue at all.
The facts of this matter aren't really in dispute.
The complaint would seem to have some merit, wouldn't you say?
However, this process allows
for the right of reply.
So, Canon Clement.
The floor is yours.
You made me wait just now.
Out there.
Subtle way, I'm sure, of reminding me of my place
and an opportunity to reflect on my shortcomings
as a representative of the church.
Well,
I did,
but perhaps not in the way that you intended.
You see, someone I care about accused me today
of running away to join the church.
And there's some truth in that, but...
but I think now, if I was running away from something,
I was also running towards something.
Wearing this collar,
I've seen people at their worst,
their most scared, confused.
I have seen people at their loneliest,
and still I have been able to help them.
I get the chance to show shunned
and forgotten souls that they are loved,
even when they don't love themselves.
And that God's love is asymmetrical
without any expectation of being returned.
And that's what I ran to all those years ago.
God's love
without judgment.
Without blame.
Yes, they're running.
Come, Strands of Gold.
West Tip towards the outside.
And Insure on the inside is in the lead.
Sacred Path and Gee-A on the outside,
- Is Strands of Gold still going? - I think so.
Where's Rhyme and Reason?
Last.
Reverend.
Alex?
Nathan's been arrested
for Ned's murder,
and I know he couldn't have done it.
How?
Because I was with him.
We were together...
all night.
And now it's Little Polveir here in the center,
Strands of Gold going really well on the inside course.
Come on, Strands of Gold. Come on.
On the inside, Strands...
Oh, Strands of Gold is down.
- Little Polveir is in the lead. - My horse is third.
Maybe sticking a pin in works after all.
He was on his knees and got up again as they jumped the 23rd...
He's there. He's there.
In second.
Come on, Rhyme and Reason!
- Rhyme and Reason... - Come on.
Rhyme and Reason running it down.
Come on. Come on, Rhyme and Reason.
Come on!
On the near side is Rhyme and Reason.
Come on, Rhyme and Reason! Come on!
He's gonna win it!
Rhyme and Reason has won the National!
Dora!
It's won, it's won. It's won.
He's won.
So, where were you and Nathan?
There's an old shepherd's hut up towards Birchard Hill.
Until when?
Dawn.
We walked back through the woods.
I went home and he took the path by the lake.
Which was when he saw the body.
If I go to the police,
they'll ask questions.
"What were you doing?"
"How come your friends." "What sort of friends?"
I'll have to tell them,
then everyone will find out and I'll be...
hated.
You don't know that for sure.
You've seen how people like me are treated.
Pa is no different.
And after the paintings,
he'll definitely throw me out.
Doing the right thing usually comes at a cost.
And only you can decide if it's a price worth paying.
So, you think it went all right?
Who knows?
Creggan will let me know his decision when he's ready.
But you didn't do anything to antagonize him?
I was just honest with him.
Why does that not make me feel better?
How'd you do on the National?
Don't ask. Racing journalists...
What do they know?
I need to write tomorrow's sermon.
To join the Ballet Russe de Monte Carlo,
which you did in 1925.
- Daniel? - Come and see.
I've got something to show you.
Two letters written a few months apart.
Look at the ink on the most recent.
Blue black.
And this, the oldest?
Completely black.
- Maybe they just used different ink. - I don't think so.
If you look at the intervening letters,
they're gradually changing color, too.
- So? - There's only one type of ink
I know of that does that.
Watch.
An ordinary ink...
smudges,
as you'd expect.
But if I'm right...
Registrar's ink.
It's used for official documents...
births, deaths, marriages.
It can't be rubbed out or washed off,
and it's not widely available.
Mrs. Braines' gets mine for me.
Registrar's ink.
Now all we have to do is find out who else
uses it in the Greater Braunstonbury area.
Back to the sermon, then.
Even if it's a bit smudged...
That's your father's pen.
It's the only thing of his I have.
Actually it's not.
You've got his talent for stubbornness, too.
It wasn't my intention to hurt you or dad.
I know.
But I realize I did all the same.
It wasn't just you.
What you said earlier about me putting pressure on him.
The truth is...
I was angry a lot of the time.
Angry that my life wasn't what I'd imagined.
Angry your father wasn't the businessman I thought he was,
angry I couldn't change him.
I think a little bit of me is still angry.
Today I told the bishop that I joined the church
because I was drawn to the idea of God's unconditional love.
But there was something else.
Something... more.
I wanted to help people
because I couldn't help dad.
I don't mean cure him or... or bail him out, but just...
just tell him.
What would you tell him?
If he were here now,
what would you say?
You're not alone.
You never were.
And of course, he'd tell me to pull myself together
and stop being a daft apeth.
Probably.
- I suppose he was a bit stubborn. - A bit?
He you could teach mules.
"Always go with your gut."
That's what he'd say.
You know, his instinct was not to compete with the high street shops.
He wanted to go upmarket.
But everyone said he'd be mad to do that.
It's one of the few times he didn't trust his own judgment.
Who knows?
Maybe if he'd stuck to his guns...
I'm not sure instincts all it's cracked up to be.
Mine told me that finding the bunker
would be the secret to everything.
But when I showed Neil, he said it was a waste of time.
What do you think?
- He's probably right. - Liar.
What do you think?
That there's something down there I've missed.
And what are you waiting for?
_
A bit of an emergency I'm afraid, Mrs. Braines.
Daniel's just spilt his bottle of registrar's ink.
That's right, but he needs some straight away.
So, I was just wondering if there's anyone else around here who...?
Oh, do they?
- No. - That's very, very helpful.
Thank you.
If you're looking for cheese, you're out of luck.
I'm not sure even God provides down here.
Oh, God.
There's the cue ball.
Stella.
_
Philip Kerling.
Stella?
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