♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Keys jingle ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -[ Sighs ] ♪♪ [ Birds chirping ] -Oh, don't, Darren.

Come away from the edge.

-Whoo, whoo, whoo!

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -That's odd.

♪♪ Father Barnes must be here.

Father Barnes?

-Can I have 50p for the Blessed Virgin?

-50?!

10p is enough, you know?

♪♪ -Thanks.

-Good boy.

♪♪ ♪♪ Father Barnes?

[ Knock on door ] ♪♪ Father Barnes?

[ Knock on door ] ♪♪ [ Coin rattles ] Father Barnes?

[ Knock on door ] Father Barnes?

[ Gasps, screams ] Darren!

Darren!

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Door closes ] -Sir.

-Morning.

-[ Clears throat ] Vicar reckons this is someone called Sir Paul Berowne.

-It is.

I was once on a policing committee he addressed.

He was an MP until a few weeks ago.

-Is he the one who got mixed up with that pregnant girl?

The one who drowned?

Was it Jeannie something?

-She worked in his house, but there was no proven connection between them.

-Stark naked, wasn't she?

Skinny dipping in the Thames?

This is Harry Mack.

He was a tramp, needless to say.

Vicar says he usually bedded down outside.

Yeah, there's a case for that through there.

I can't believe anyone still uses them.

-Mr. Berowne was staying here?

-Yeah.

Vicar says he's taken to staying the odd night.

Pretty weird.

Nothing in the bag, except a change of clothes.

There's a fountain pen in his jacket.

Bit of cash.

Nothing else, no sign of a note.

That's some sort of diary.

So what do you reckon then, sir?

Tabloids are right -- Sir Paul's been a naughty boy?

Career's kaput, comes here to top himself.

Burns that first, 'cause he don't want the world knowing his dirty secrets.

Bet he cut his own throat own when Worzel Gummidge walks in.

Harry Mack, Mr. Harry Mack.

[ Sniffs ] So he does for him, too.

-Did the vicar find them?

-Nah, some old woman and a kid.

They're with the new...

Your new DS.

-Thank you.

I called out to Father Barnes, but he didn't answer.

And then, um... I-I knocked on the door, [Stammers] and then I opened it.

-No one should have to see something like that.

Was the light in the room on or off, Miss Wharton?

-On.

-Did you go in?

-No, no.

I stopped in the doorway.

-Darren, did you go in?

-Darren was next to me.

-Never did nothing wrong.

-Father Barnes.

Chief Inspector Dalgliesh, I'm leading the investigation.

I understand you were able to identify Sir Paul Berowne.

-Yes.

-When did you first meet him?

-About three weeks ago, he came to the vicarage for the key.

The church is kept locked unless there's a service.

Sign of the times.

He said that he was in the area visiting a friend in the hospital, and he said that he was interested in church architecture.

-Was the key for this door?

-No, for the Little West door around the other side.

We only use this one for -- for services.

He returned the key about an hour or so later, and then the following day he came back and asked if he could spend the night in the church.

I suppose that he'd seen the camp bed.

It's been there since the war.

-An unusual request?

-Now, I realized who he was.

I'd seen him on the news about his resignation.

I-I got the impression that he needed to be alone to have some peace.

So I didn't tell anyone that he was staying, anyone at all.

-And Harry Mack?

-Ah, dear Harry.

He usually bedded down over there.

I tried to help him.

I got him a place in the hostel, but when it came to it, he wouldn't go in.

He could be rather cussed.

Do you know what I mean by that word?

-Yes.

-But he never showed the slightest sign of being violent.

-I finally got an address out of Darren.

He was very reluctant.

-Did you get the impression he was on his way to school?

-No.

Maybe that's why he's worried.

She doesn't know anything about him.

There's a canal just behind here, and he started following her along the towpath one day, and now he's always there waiting for her.

[ Whispers ] Poor little kid.

-You alright?

Baptism of fire, I'm afraid.

-Fine.

-What now, then, sir?

-I take it the two of you have met?

-Yes.

-I've had the pleasure.

-Get an address for Sir Paul.

Go and break the news to his next of kin before the press do.

-I could do that.

-No details yet.

I'll join you once I've seen the pathologist.

-Yes, sir.

-Take a full statement from Father Barnes, then I want you to take the boy home.

Speak to a parent.

Track one down if you have to.

-I think she's the one who's been dealing with him, sir, and I'm useless with kids.

-Talk to him.

[ Door opens ] He could be holding something back.

♪♪ -[ Sighs ] ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Doorknob rattles ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -This isn't our perpetrator.

These hands haven't been washed for many a day.

-Agreed.

-First impressions, the pattern of the blood in the front hair suggests his head was pulled back and the throat cut from behind.

Same as the tramp.

Very likely to be the weapon.

And yes, it's in his hand.

But there's no kind of spasm around it, which I would expect in a suicide.

Possibly too much blood if we're to believe he had the razor grasped in his hand.

The tramp was murdered.

Berowne, I can't rule out suicide yet, but this could be a murder rather badly disguised as a suicide.

-Time of death?

-Between 7:00 p.m. and 10:00 p.m. yesterday evening.

There may be defensive wounds under all the blood.

-Or the killer surprised him?

-Yes, indeed.

Mid-morning tomorrow soonest I can do, okay?

It's good to see you.

I haven't seen you since... Well... -Thanks, Miles.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Sighs ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -We've got his wife, Lady Barbara, his mother, Lady Lavinia.

Both of them live here.

Different floors.

And two of the wife's relatives just arrived.

This is Miss Matlock, sir, the housekeeper.

-I'm sorry for your loss.

-It's hardly mine, but yes, I was fond of him.

Follow me, please.

-Has the house been in the family long?

-Four generations.

It was designed by the second Baronet.

Chief Inspector Dalgliesh.

-My sincere condolences.

-I'm Stephen Lampart.

I'm Lady Barbara's cousin.

-Dominic.

Dominic Swayne, Barbie's brother.

-Please.

-Did he kill himself?

-Say if it's too much for you.

-She said there were injuries to the throat.

-I'm not able to say at this stage.

-And the man he was found with?

-His name was Harry Mack.

He was a vagrant.

-So, he could have killed Paul?

-He didn't, that's something we're certain of.

-Could someone have come in off the street?

Was anything taken?

We're considering all possibilities.

Did Sir Paul have any enemies that you're aware of?

-He was a politician.

I dare say he had his share of cranks.

But your people will know more about that than I do.

Personal enemies?

No.

-Lady Barbara?

-No.

-Paul got on with everyone.

I've known him a long time.

-Mr. Lampart is the expert on my son, you see?

Do please direct all questions to him.

-But I was only trying.

-I need to piece together a picture of his movements yesterday.

When did you last see him?

-Yesterday morning at 8 o'clock.

He brought in my breakfast tray.

He seemed perfectly alright.

A little bit subdued.

He said he had an appointment at 10:00, but he didn't say with whom, and I didn't ask.

-In my room, before he went out.

I don't know where he was going.

-Is it possible he came back to the house later in the day?

-I don't know, I was out all day.

Mattie will probably know.

-Miss Matlock.

-I was out.

-You came home to change, I think.

-Oh, yes.

Around 4:00, for an hour.

But I didn't see Paul.

-Barbara came over to the clinic I run.

In Hampstead, about 5:30.

We went for dinner.

[ Dog barking ] [ Indistinct conversations ] [ Muffled shouting ] -Hello!

Your mum not in?

-She's out.

-What about your dad, is he around?

Yeah, of course not.

Is she hardly in, is she, your mum?

-That's not her real name.

-Keep it tidy, don't ya?

Always keep my room tidy.

Learned it in the Scouts.

You in the Scouts?

-Did you know that Sir Paul recently spent the occasional night in St. Matthew's Church in Paddington?

-No, I didn't.

Until recently, he often stayed in his constituency.

-But Sir Paul resigned as an MP a few weeks ago.

Do you know why?

-Paul resigned because of differences with the party leadership.

-The vicar at the church thought he might be in search of peace.

Did either of you have the sense that he was troubled?

-No.

-The stories in the newspapers linking him to Jeannie Travers, the woman who died at your birthday party, is it possible that it affected him?

-Those stories were trumped up by the gutter press!

That girl, he had no more to do with her than I did.

She was some sort of failing actress.

-She wasn't failing.

Look, I'm sorry.

She was a close friend of mine.

We are both actors.

All actors have periods in and out of work.

Barbie was sweet enough to offer her part time job here, doing some cleaning.

-Cleaning?!

Precisely.

Nothing whatsoever to do with my son.

-I'd like you both to look at this, please.

-It's Paul's appointment diary.

-It was in the grate in the vestry where he was found along with some other papers which were also burnt.

Would he normally have carried it with him?

-Of course not.

It's a desk diary.

It's kept in the study.

-Do you happen to know if it was there yesterday?

-No, I don't.

-What happened to it?

-Why would he...?

I don't -- [Sobs] I don't understand.

[ Sobbing ] -Sit down.

Eat.

Look, I know it wasn't nice what you saw today, but I do need you to think and see if there's anything else that you remember about arriving at that church.

-I ain't done nothing wrong.

-Yeah, I know that.

You're not my chief suspect, believe it or not.

Nor was your mate.

But if you do know something and you're not telling me, I will find out, and then you will be in trouble.

Big trouble.

Do you understand?

Tell your mum to call me when she gets in, yeah?

[ Door opens, closes ] -The diary was always in there.

It was useful for us to know where he was.

-When did you last see it?

-Probably -- Must be days ago.

-And when you say "us", who do you mean?

-All of us who live here.

Her Ladyship, Lady Barbara, Halliwell.

-Who's that?

-Gordon Halliwell.

He's a driver, he lives in the flat at the back.

Does odd jobs as well.

He went away for the night, he should be back by 5:00.

-We'll need to speak to him.

When did you last see Sir Paul?

-In the kitchen at around 9:15 yesterday morning.

-Is it possible he came back to the house later in the day without you seeing him?

-No, I was in all day, and I always hear the doors.

I was here all evening, too, in the next room, most of the time with Dominic.

He came round about 6 o'clock.

-When his sister was out?

-Actually, he came to see me.

We're good friends.

He often comes over and we watch TV and there's no bath in the house he lives in, so he likes to have a bath here, and I make some supper.

He left around 10:00.

-And how about Stephen Lampart, does he also make himself at home in the house?

-He used to be around quite a lot, but he's hardly been here lately.

-Wow.

-How did the two women respond when he broke the news?

-We couldn't tell Lady Barbara.

Lady Lavinia insisted on doing it in private.

Lady Lavinia, well...

It's not the reaction you'd expect of a mother.

She went very quiet and then said... "After the first death, there is no other."

-Right.

It's a quotation from a poem by Dylan Thomas.

-What does it mean, exactly?

-It means...she must already have lost someone she profoundly loved.

♪♪ ♪♪ Berowne was a junior Treasury minister under Heath.

Special Branch, had him on security detail until last year's defeat, but they never considered him a target.

Not prominent enough, but tipped for higher things.

He inherited the Baronet seat from his older brother, Sir Hugo, a major in the Coldstream Guards.

He was shot in Northern Ireland a week after Bloody Sunday.

-That could be who Lady Lavinia was thinking about.

-Yes.

Sir Paul lost his first wife in the same year -- car crash.

He was driving, but wasn't found to have been at fault.

-Well, blaze only tragic death.

I've asked around about Mack.

We found one other tramp who knew him, but said Mack was a complete loner.

Wasn't even sure Harry Mack was his real name.

And -- Oh, also did background on your people at the house.

There's nothing on the women.

The men...there's a negligence case against, yes, Stephen Lampart, and his maternity clinic.

-Kate.

-Psst.

Kate.

[ Film projector clicking ] -What do you think of the verdict, Sir Paul?

-Well, I would have preferred a more definite finding, of course.

For the sake of Miss Travers' family.

-Are you going to resign?

-Lady Barbara.

Do you stand by your husband, Lady Barbara?

-Miss Travers, an actress and model had worked as a cleaner in Sir Paul's household.

It was on March the 28th at a birthday party being given for Sir Paul's wife, that she was found dead in the River Thames.

An autopsy revealed that she was in the early stages of pregnancy.

[ Film projector stops ] -It's an open verdict, then.

-The coroner was concerned about some bruises to her upper arms and shoulders, most likely caused by attempts to drag her from the water.

But he couldn't be certain.

-Was Sir Paul at the party?

-No.

He said he tried to get there, but he didn't.

The last person to see Jeannie alive was Dominic Swayne.

He'd swum out to the rest of their group.

They saw Jeannie was in trouble, did their best to reach her, but it was too late.

-Yeah, look, I get the possible connection that Sir Paul topped himself, but if he was murdered, then... -Sir Paul didn't need to resign following Jeannie's death, but he did.

There's a secret at the heart of this.

It may well start with her.

-I told Halliwell to expect you.

-I didn't see Sir Paul yesterday.

Last I saw him was the morning before, saw him leaving the house.

-And how long have you worked for him?

-I work for Lady Lavinia.

She hired me, she pays me.

-So you never drove him?

-Once or twice if he knew he'd be having a drink, but he had the ministerial car until last year, and that one's his.

-So were you in the house at all yesterday?

-For two minutes.

10 o'clock in the morning, when I went to help her ladyship out of the car.

We were out till 6:00.

-Then what were you doing for the rest of the evening?

-Why?

-Because we're asking, Mr. Halliwell.

-I made myself some tea, watched the box.

Her ladyship called a couple of times , once to say I could take the Merc to Suffolk, then about 8:30 to talk about her plans for the week.

-So what's in Suffolk?

-My kids, my ex.

We're thinking about giving it another go.

I left at 10 o'clock last night.

I waited until the traffic's quiet.

-Your pin, it's Coldstream Guards, isn't it?

Did you serve under Sir Hugo Berowne?

-Yeah.

Got out a month after he was killed.

Couldn't stomach it any more.

-Is that how you came to meet Lady Lavinia?

-I thought she should know how much her son meant to his men, which was a lot.

She offered me a job and I bit her hand off.

-Jeannie Travers.

You there the night she died?

The party at the Black Swan in Hampton?

-No, I don't get invited to stuff like that.

-You got any idea who the father of her baby was?

-None.

-So, Lady Lavinia's given him an alibi, and he's given her one.

It's convenient, especially seeing as we ain't asked for any yet.

-There's a strong loyalty there.

It wouldn't be easy to break.

-Alright, was it, the interview?

Only, you seem to have me down for baby-sitting duties .

-We work as a team, Sergeant.

Is it because Miskin's a woman or because you don't like the color of her skin?

-[ Scoffs ] -I won't tolerate prejudice of any kind.

-As long as you trust her to do the job.

-I trust her.

How did you get on with Darren?

-Yeah, fine.

Reckon he's just scared of us.

Pretty sure his mum's at home.

-Did she understand what he'd been through?

-Yeah, yeah, I reckon.

♪♪ ♪♪ -How many keys are there to the West Door?

-Three.

Mine, Miss Wharton's, and the spare.

-And for the main doors?

-One, I take good care of that.

It wouldn't be easy to replace.

-Do you think Sir Paul would have locked the West door overnight?

-Oh, yes, I impressed upon him that he should.

And even if he'd opened it to let Harry in, I'm quite sure that he would have locked it again.

-You said earlier that you thought Sir Paul was in search of peace.

-Yes.

He looked haunted.

Almost.

I felt that he was deeply unhappy.

He didn't say that, but I wish I had said more to him now.

I really do.

You see, I went through something of a crisis when I was around his age.

You realize that life just goes on and on and doesn't get any easier or make any more sense.

I think you know what I mean.

♪♪ ♪♪ -I'll have a Piña Colada.

-...off!

[ Indistinct conversations ] ♪♪ -Hi.

-Oh, you came.

That's good.

What will it be then?

-I can get it.

-Nah, come on.

-Vodka tonic, then.

Thanks.

♪♪ -So, where have you come from?

-Dorset, six years on the force.

-Fancied a change, did you?

Bright lights, actual crimes.

-I met the boss at a job down there.

-Is that right?

He take a fancy to you, did he?

-I think he just wanted a woman on the team.

-[ Snickers ] So that's where you're from, then?

Dorset?

-Yeah.

Well, Southampton, really.

-Nah, it's just that we've be taking bets.

So, is that where your mum's from?

-Yes.

-But not your dad, right?

Nah, docks, make sense.

Like, um... [ Snapping fingers ] ...Shirley Bassey.

Yeah, three pints, three doubles, and a vodka tonic.

-Actually, don't worry.

-What?!

Oi, Miskin!

Kate!

[ Sighs ] ♪♪ [ Rattling, man moaning ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -When the attack comes from behind, the injury's usually longer.

Starting to below the ear, running obliquely downward and immediately straight across the midline of the neck and ending on the opposite side, lower than the point of origination.

Deeper the start, tailing off towards the end.

And that's what we've got here.

In both cases.

-Two murders, then?

-Yes, indeed.

As we suspected, right-handed assailant using the razor found at the scene.

No defensive wounds in either man.

There's a small bump on the back of Berowne's head, but that was caused when he hit the floor.

They were both conscious when their throats were cut.

-I think Sir Paul knew his killer, admitted him or her and brought them in here.

I think it was someone who knew him well, knew he'd be here.

Knew they'd find a cut-throat, razor ready and waiting.

And most importantly, someone who brought the diary with them in order to stage the suicide.

-It has to be someone with access to Campden Hill House.

-Yes, it does.

-Then why didn't Berowne put up a fight?

Mack, I get, he's 10 sheets to the wind.

-I think the killer made an excuse to go to the washroom, took off their jacket, coat, shirt, whatever they were wearing, put gloves on, picked up the razor.

Berowne's standing here, facing towards the bed, possibly.

The killer comes back in, attacks from him behind.

-The Mack walks in, shocked, drunk, and the killer's surprised.

Adrenaline fueled, attacks him here.

-Then he wipes Berowne's hand with his own blood, smears some on the sleeve, puts the razor into the hand.

-Brutal.

Calculated.

-Lampart trained as a doctor, didn't he?

Got to be used to cutting flesh.

Then you've got Halliwell, ex-army.

-We ruling the women out, sir?

-We're not ruling any of them out.

Step up door to door and we check and double check the alibis they've been so keen to give us.

And we dig down for motive.

There's hatred here.

-We need to see Stephen Lampart, please.

♪♪ [ Indistinct conversation ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Murdered?

Christ.

Christ!

-We need to ask a few questions, sir.

What time and where was your dinner reservation on Monday night?

-You don't seriously see me as a suspect, do you?

Or is it Barbara?

-The reservation was for 8:00 at the Black Swan in Hampton.

-Where Jeannie Travers drowned?

-It's a favorite of ours long before Jeannie Travers.

-You said that Lady Barbara arrived here at around 5:30.

So what did you do before you left?

-We had coffee.

I have an apartment here on the top floor.

We must have left for the restaurant around 7:15.

-Did anyone see you arrive?

-The owner, er, the doorman.

Harry, Henry, whatever.

We didn't leave till after 11:00, and neither of us nipped out between courses to commit murder.

-Mr. Dominic Swayne?

-I'm so sorry.

Bruno's set.

He's not a very tidy bunny.

Neither of us are, to be honest.

Please.

-You're an actor, right?

-That's right.

-Should I recognize you?

-Well, that depends.

Do you see a lot of fringe?

Actually, no.

I-I recently picked up some small TV roles.

Thank God!

Artistic poverty, it's not as romantic as they make out.

-We now have reason to believe that Sir Paul Berowne was murdered.

-Wow.

-Where were you on Monday night?

-I'm sorry.

Uh, it's just unbelievable.

I was at Campden Hill House.

I'd had an audition, flunked it, so I ran to Mattie.

Um, Miss Matlock.

I got there just after 6:00, I think.

Stayed till around 10:00.

-Were you together the whole time?

-Yes, we had dinner and watched TV.

-What did you watch?

-Um... Well, we watched "Angels" first.

Yes, Mattie and I love our dramas.

-What did you think of Sir Paul?

-I liked him.

Yes, he was a very, very nice brother-in-law.

-What about Miss Matlock, what did she think of him?

-Well, she liked him, too.

I'm sorry, is this because of the thing with her father?

Because she didn't bear a grudge about that.

-What thing?

-When did you last see Sir Paul?

-Uh, about two months ago.

-A long time, given that you were good friends.

-We've been busy.

-I understand you've stopped going to Campden Hill House lately?

-As I say, I've been busy.

-But not too busy for Lady Barbara?

-What's that supposed to mean?

I'm not going to dignify that with an answer.

-Paul was a barrister for a while before he became an MP, and Mattie's father was up in a murder charge.

Paul made a hash of the defense, apparently, and the poor man ended up killing himself in prison.

Paul blames himself, and he took on Mattie as a housekeeper.

I know, it's terribly du Maurier, but I promise you she really didn't bear a grudge.

-Did Sir Paul ever speak to you about Jeannie Travers?

-No.

-Did Lady Barbara ever talked to you about her?

-No, we hardly knew her.

She was Dominic's friend.

-You stopped the attempts to resuscitate her, didn't you, on the river bank?

-Yes.

But it was wrong to go on, it was obvious she was dead.

-Jeannie Travers actually told you she was pregnant?

-I don't think she knew.

I think she would have told me.

I do blame myself for what happened.

We were ridiculously drunk.

-Is there any truth in what the press has said about Sir Paul being the father?

-He wasn't her usual type.

-What about someone else at the house?

Maybe Gordon Halliwell?

-Halliwell?

Ah!

Well, all that pent up masculinity, she'd noticed him.

I mean, who wouldn't?

But I'm sure she would have told me, such a coup.

[ Birds chirping ] [ Indistinct conversations ] -Henry Yates?

We're told you were on the door on Monday night.

-Yeah.

-Mr. Lampart and Lady Barbara Berowne dined here that night.

Do you remember what time they arrived?

-Middle of the evening, 8:00-ish.

-And did you see them leave?

-About 11:00.

-Did either of them leave the restaurant between those times?

-Not that I saw.

-The night Jeannie Travers drowned, Lady Barbara's birthday party, you told the inquest that you were speaking to Stephen Lampart when you realized there was a problem.

-That's right.

John Paul, boss.

He came running out calling for help.

Mr. Lampart's some sort of doctor.

We ran straight down to the river -- -Why was Mr. Lampart outside at that time?

-He was about to leave, him and Lady Barbara.

He'd asked to have his car brought around.

-You'd parked the guests' cars for them?

-No.

Well, occasionally.

I think he might have had a driver.

-Do you remember the driver's name?

-I don't know.

I mean, the drivers usually sit in the kitchen.

-Had you seen him before?

-I don't know.

-Do you remember what he looked like?

-No.

-Could it have been Halliwell?

Gordon Halliwell?

-Maybe, I'm not -- -Chief Inspector, there is a phone call for you.

♪♪ ♪♪ -I don't think we'll get anything off it.

It's spotless.

Stood here and watched him bloody clean it.

-There's more than one black Mercedes.

-What's going on?

-A local resident reported seeing a car like this parked outside St. Matthew's church at 6:50 on Monday night.

-Not this one.

Halliwell was here, I spoke to him.

-Could anyone have driven it without you noticing?

-No.

-We're going to need the name and address of your ex-wife.

-The Black Swan.

You were there the night Jeannie Travers drowned.

A witness says you drove Lady Barbara that night.

-Yeah.

What witness?

-The doorman at the restaurant.

A man called Henry Yates.

-The inquest wasn't told you were there.

-It wasn't relevant.

-You lied to me, why?

-Can I take it from all this nonsense that you believe my son was murdered?

-Yes, you can.

And I should think you would support any nonsense that led to us finding his killer.

-I'm calling my solicitor.

-We won't be taking him in just yet.

We'll start with the car.

Don't leave London.

-Yeah, because you got nothing on me!

-Sir.

Will someone tell me what's going on?

-I want to see what he does next, where he goes.

-And what if he does nothing?

-Then we bring him in tomorrow.

You two, watch the gates from the road.

I'll cover the back.

[ Engine starts ] CI3 to Control.

-Control receiving.

-Request urgent background check.

-Bloody waste of time.

Missing a darts match for this.

You're a bundle of laughs, ain't ya?

-Didn't know I was supposed to be.

-You taking a leaf out of his book?

Strong and silent, it's actually strong and bloody irritating.

If this is about last night, it was just a laugh, alright?

-I haven't got a problem with you.

Have you've got a problem with me?

-... -TI10 to Control.

-Receiving.

-Message for Sierra-3.

Suspect's on the move, over.

♪♪ -You put me in the frame!

What were you thinking?

-Get off him!

-It's alright, he didn't -- -Step back.

-You went to that church, didn't ya?

-Let him go.

-Leave it!

-Sergeant Halliwell, Corporal Yates, I can only assume you're in this together.

-We're not in anything.

-Shut up, Casey!

-Just tell him, will you?

Or I will!

-Major Hugo wasn't your usual top brass.

He was one of us.

A few weeks before he was killed, we all had a week's leave.

We went out for the night and he introduced us to his girlfriend, Barbara Swayne.

-Lady Barbara?

-He was smitten, we could all see that.

Then Major Hugo dies.

Next thing Sir Paul's wife dies in the car crash.

Nice woman.

Sir Paul's at the wheel, but he walks away.

Three months later, he's introducing his fiancée, Barbara Swayne.

-So suddenly he's got everything -- title, house, the sexy wife.

-She obviously didn't care which one of them she married as long as he had "Sir" in front of his name.

I looked into her.

She and her brother of hers were drugged up in Walthamstow.

Drunk mother, no dad.

-Are you saying you think Sir Paul killed his first wife?

-We'll never be able to prove it.

There's something else.

He was here the night the girl died.

-Go on.

-We saw him.

He walked from here, up towards the road, straight past the car park.

He was soaking wet.

He'd been in the river.

We both saw it straight away.

It was only 10 minutes before the alarm went up about the girl.

-Christ.

-And you didn't tell the inquest about this, why?

-Because Lady Lavinia has been through enough.

It almost finished her, Major Hugo.

I held his hand when he was dying.

Promised him I'd watch out for her.

-Well, why should we believe you?

-The only reason I'm telling you is so you know that Sir Paul is not who you think he is.

And nor is Barbara Swayne.

♪♪ ♪♪ -So many more than usual at the service.

-Yes, it seems murder is something of a draw.

You know, if you ever need to talk.

-Thank you, Father.

I only hope Darren's alright.

[ Indistinct conversations ] -Cod and chips, please?

-You sure you're good enough for that?

[ Siren wailing ] ♪♪ [ Keys jingle ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Darren?

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Bang in distance ] ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Door opens ] -What are you doing here?

What are you looking for?

[ Indistinct shouting ] -[ Groans ] [ Thudding ] -[ Footsteps receding ] -[ Man gasping ] [ Door opens ] [ Door closes ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪