This stretch of the river
can be unpredictable after so much rain.
I suggest we get a move on before it floods.
Yeah, we could be standing on what was once the pilgrim route
to Causton Abbey.
Maybe today's the day, Vicar.
I might finally find the Thomas Becket badge
- to complete my collection. - That's a rare badge, Jonny.
Let's pray it's in here somewhere.
The Mudlarks are up to something at Hollybrook.
Reckon they must have had a tip off.
Yeah. Say no more, mate. Yeah, yeah.
We'll meet you down there.
Rufus, get that down your neck. We've got work to do.
- Gemma. - Hmm?
Get the van loaded up.
Mudlarks are at Hollybrook.
What about the bar?
Well, Gary can cover for a couple of hours,
but we need to get there now.
They must be onto something.
Dad, he's done it again.
Hmm?
Oh, not again, Paddy.
That's the third time this afternoon.
How much stuff have you got buried out there?
I'm sorry, Sarah. I couldn't stop him.
Oh, never mind that now. I've got some exciting news.
I have just been asked
to do some local research for "Past Times".
- The ancestry show? - Yeah.
They got in touch through the Historical Society.
- Are you going to be on TV? - Well, it looks like it, yeah.
And who's the subject?
Oh, I'm sorry, darling, but, uh,
it's a need-to-know basis only.
But if you wouldn't mind clearing this mess up,
I've got some work to do.
Last time, okay, or I'm calling the pound.
Everything all right, Richard?
Some ghastly ancestry show keeps calling me.
Hannah's daughter is now a well-known actress.
Apparently, they want my help to find Jessica.
As if I'd have the first idea.
As if the day couldn't get any worse.
This is a historical site of great interest
to the Dean of Causton.
We're here at his official invitation.
Last time I heard,
this stretch of the river is on Jacob Mitchell's land.
It's nothing to do with the dean.
Nevertheless, your high-strength magnets
can do untold damage.
You have no business here.
If you're so sure about that, Rev,
call the police.
We already know Jonny's a grass.
He's probably called them already.
If you're intent on being unreasonable,
I suppose I can't stop you.
Glad to see we're on the same page, Vicar.
Good one, Gem.
Let's get organized, lads.
Damn cheek. Who do they think they are?
Oh, we just have to do our best to avoid them.
Easier said than done.
Ready, Gem?
I was born ready.
Hello, guys, and welcome back
to the Midsomer Magneteers' Channel.
and what a lovely day for it.
I'm afraid this is
the only family photograph my mother kept.
Those are my grandparents with my mother, Hannah,
her sister Jessie, and their brother Richard.
She was estranged from all of them.
It's something she never talked about.
So what made her change her mind?
She knew she didn't have long left.
Wanted to get her house in order before it was too late.
But I could see how painful it was for her to go back there.
Why is that?
Jessie was her baby sister,
the only member of her family she ever cared about.
But she felt she had to cut off from all of them
in order to survive.
That's why I'm doing this, to honor mom's dying wish.
To find Jessie and tell her how much she loved her,
and how guilty she felt for abandoning her.
Well, all we know so far
is that your family came from a village called
- Goldsworthy in Midsomer. - Okay.
Your uncle still lives there,
but he's-- he's reluctant to get involved.
Ah, so, where do we go from here?
- To Goldsworthy. - Okay.
So I've booked us into the village pub
and set up a meeting tomorrow with the local historian.
Just asked her to see what she can come up with.
And your uncle, I'll just keep trying.
I don't want to upset him.
It's a bit of a bolt from the blue.
Yeah.
Look, sometimes, people, they just need a bit of a nudge.
All he can say is no.
If you insist on being here,
the least you can do is stick to your own area.
I'll go wherever I like.
He's just trying to wind us up, Richard.
Don't give him the satisfaction.
Rufus used to be a friend.
Can we all just try and be civil?
I can't be civil with these barbarians.
Hey! What the hell are you playing at?
Sorry, mate. Didn't see you there.
Is that right? Come on then, let's have it.
See who comes off worse.
- Get off me! - Steady.
Richard...
I need your expert opinion.
My God,
looks like an ampulla from the Thomas Becket shrine.
That was in my bucket. It belongs to me.
You only found it by chance. Lead isn't even magnetic.
Finders keepers, Jonny boy.
And by the way you're all looking at it,
must be worth a bob or two.
The ampulla and the Thomas Becket badge
are often found together.
Where were you casting when you found it?
And why would I tell you that? Might be loads more of them.
Well, then I'll tell the police about the old gun
you found in the lake and didn't declare.
You're still out on license, aren't you, Cole?
They'll send you straight back.
Jonny.
I'll kill you first.
It's not worth it, Jonny. If it's here, you'll find it.
- Let's have a look. - What do you think?
- Well, he's right, it is lead. - That's good one.
Richard?
Don't open it!
Oh! Oh, gosh!
Oh.
It's a Wiccan jar. Also known as a witches jar.
Probably 17th century, unopened.
They were thought to protect against the spirits of evil,
but if the seal was broken,
the forces of evil were believed to be set free.
So I've unleashed evil... on myself.
That's just superstitious nonsense.
It gets worse.
If the jar is opened near water,
it's said that the ghosts of the foreshore come back to life
to take their victims with them.
Don't listen to him, Jonny.
Thanks for watching, guys.
And if you haven't already,
don't forget to like and subscribe.
All merch available via the link.
Happy magneteering.
Bye, then.
See you tomorrow.
Thinking of coming to the blessing of the river ceremony.
I've seen the light at last.
Now, that would be a miracle.
But if there are blessings to be had,
then why shouldn't we have some of them?
No, it you lot who need to get lucky, not us.
That's just unfair. I'll never get up in time.
One can but hope.
I'm heading back.
Yeah. Me too. I'm getting cold.
- I can give you a lift. - Thanks. I'd rather walk.
Oh.
Jonny?
William, shall I take the jar?
Someone needs to report it.
The jar? Yep, yep. That being much appreciated.
William, is there something wrong?
No, no. Everything's fine.
Yeah, thanks for letting me know, Jacob.
Yeah, yeah, of course, of course.
I'll make sure everyone's aware. Okay, bye.
Damn.
The sermon.
Alice!
I'm gonna find her, mom.
I promise.
Hello?
Oh, hello.
What? Wait.
Are you sure about that?
No, oh, no, no. Hold on a second.
I just need to write this down.
Hang on. Heh.
Help!
Somebody help me! Please!
♪ When we reach the shining river ♪
♪ Lay we every burden down ♪
♪ Grace our spirits will deliver ♪
♪ And provide our robe and crown ♪
♪ Yes, we'll gather at the river ♪
♪ The beautiful, the beautiful river ♪
♪ Gather with the saints at the river ♪
♪ That flows by the throne of God ♪
Morning, Vicar!
♪ Soon we'll reach that silver river ♪
Did you see that look? He's really not happy.
Judge not, lest ye be judged. Isn't that what the Bible says?
Yeah, but the man's a hypocrite.
Preaches one thing, does the opposite.
♪ Yes, we'll gather at the-- ♪
Well, at least he's not a Judas like Jonny.
Talking of Jonny, where is he?
Well, we've made our point. Let's go to the pub.
We're here now.
A blessing won't do any of us any harm.
Especially you, Cole.
Gracious God,
we pray for all those poor souls lost
to our rivers and waterways who these flowers represent.
In Christianity, water can symbolize
both life and death,
and is a central symbol in the sacrament of baptism.
A moment of spiritual purification.
Oh, morning, Jamie. John will be down in a second.
Thanks.
Oh, you're looking very glamorous for a school day.
Ah, but it's not a school day, Winter, far from it.
Mom's going to be on TV.
Oh. That's exciting. What's the show?
Ah, "Past Times".
They've asked me to advise on some local history.
I just hope mixing with the glitterati
doesn't turn your head.
It will be Hollywood next, sir.
Oh, I quite fancy a life of sun, surf, and celebrity drama.
What do you think?
You'd give any film star a run for her money.
Well, I don't know about that, but thank you.
All right, sir.
Time we left for our decidedly unglamorous day job.
Oh, I don't know.
There's always the potential for a bit of real-life drama.
Can you get your stuff together?
Careful what you wish for, sir.
- Got it? - Yeah, get up a bit.
DCI Barnaby. Good morning.
Not so good for our victim.
- Cause of death. - Drowning.
And by the look of him,
I reckon he'd been in the water no longer than 24 hours.
There have been reports of a sinkhole
in this stretch of river.
And sinkholes combined with silt
can be a particularly dangerous combination.
- So no evidence of foul play? - Not obviously.
Then, um, what am I doing here?
According to witnesses on the scene,
the victim was a local man last seen alive yesterday evening.
His jacket was found along
with a bag containing a phone, a wallet, and a notebook.
They confirm his identity as Jonathan David Hoxham.
This was found in the pocket.
Memento mori is Latin.
It means remember that you have to die.
Who knew Winter could speak Latin?
You're wasted as a plod.
I'm not a... I'm a detective.
- Detective Sergeant. Sir. - He's so easy to wind up.
It's delicious.
If we could possibly get back to the matter at hand.
I won't know any more until I've done the post-mortem.
I'll be in touch.
So our victim had a reminder of the inevitability of death
- and then turns up drowned. - Mm.
Why did he come here? Was he meeting someone?
Digital forensics are trying to unlock his phone.
Where exactly was the body found?
End of the jetty, sir.
Reverend William Gideon was conducting a river blessing
when his wife saw the body in the water.
He and his mudlarking group were here yesterday afternoon
and Jonny Hoxham was a key member.
According to Mrs. Gideon,
there was another mudlarking group here at the same time,
but they left before he did.
Were the Gideons the last people to see Mr. Hoxham alive?
Yeah.
He said he was going home and left alone.
Mrs. Gideon can't understand why he came back.
Well, let's talk to both groups.
Find out if anything happened yesterday
that might, um, shed some light.
Yes, sir.
Dan Peacey. Gemstone Television.
Uh, we're here to see Richard Clissold.
- So he's expecting you? - Absolutely.
He's not back yet.
We're happy to wait.
Thank you.
Jonny Hoxham was a devout member of Saint Leonard's family
and a passionate member of the Midsomer Mudlarks.
His loss is a tragedy for the whole village community.
Did Mr. Hoxham have any enemies?
But it was an accident, surely?
Yeah. We have to keep an open mind at this stage, Mrs. Gideon.
I understand you were the last people to see Mr. Hoxham.
Well, technically, that was William.
I started walking home while they were still at the river.
Yeah. Jonny left soon after, and Richard Clissold had offered
him a lift earlier, but he declined.
And Richard Clissold is...
He's a fellow Mudlark and an old family friend.
I took over the ministry when his father retired.
And did anything happen at the river
that could have upset Mr. Hoxham?
Uh...
New research suggested
that there could have been a pilgrim hostel near Hollybrook.
Jonny was hoping to find a rare Thomas Becket badge
to complete his collection.
Then an ampulla badge was found by Cole Densmore,
a member of the Midsomer Magneteers,
another mudlarking group in the area.
The Ampulla and Thomas Becket badge are often found together,
so Jonny got excited that he might find one
in the same location,
but Cole refused to tell him exactly where he'd found it.
In fact, Cole seemed to be enjoying taunting him,
but that wasn't unusual, so...
What do you mean?
Well, the Mudlarks are keen historians and ecologists.
We research respectfully for evidence of the past
in order to build collections of local historical importance.
And the Midsomer Magneteers?
Well, they use heavy, high-strength magnets to amass
large quantities of metal for cash.
Yeah, their gung-ho attitude causes untold damage
to the environment.
Which is a source of conflict?
Yeah. Unfortunately, yes.
There was something else.
Jonny found a rare Wiccan jar in the river.
Which is what exactly?
A sealed 17th-century witches jar
believed to curse whoever opens it.
Sadly, that was Jonny.
Yeah, as a Christian, I abhor superstition,
but it's an unfortunate coincidence
that Jonny died later that day.
Hmm.
Where is this jar now?
Richard took it with him.
Significant artifacts need to be registered.
Where might I find him?
They're waiting in the sitting room.
What on earth are they doing here?
They said you were expecting them.
I didn't know what to do.
Go home, Mary. I'll deal with this.
Mr. Clissold.
I thought I made myself perfectly clear.
We were in the area and your niece was very keen to meet you.
Uncle Richard.
I'm Lucy.
Hannah's daughter.
Fine. I'll answer your questions.
But under no circumstances
will I appear on your television program.
Is that understood?
Perfectly.
These bills need paying today.
It's all under control, Gem. Our contact's on his way.
What if you get caught? Things are getting out of hand.
They're fine.
Mr. and Mrs. Westcott. DS Winter, Causton CID.
What can we do for you?
A body was found in the river this morning.
I know. I was there. No one knew what was going on.
He's now been formally identified as Jonny Hoxham.
He drowned near where you were mudlarking yesterday afternoon.
Jonny? But why would he go back in there after the warning?
What warning?
I got a call from Jacob Mitchell.
He farms the land around Hollybrook.
One of his lads had seen us heading down there.
Jacob's lost sheep to a sinkhole in the river,
and he wanted us to know exactly where it was.
So I put an alert on the Magneteer's chat.
Did you share that information with the Mudlarks?
Well, I didn't have to.
Jacob said he'd already told the vicar.
We understand that there's some unfriendly rivalry
between you and the Mudlarks.
Was there any friction at Hollybrook?
Just the usual sparring banter.
I see you've got your own channel.
- Over 5,000 followers now. - Hmm.
Did you film any content yesterday?
Yeah, but nothing interesting.
I'll still need to see it.
It's so strange.
My mother grew up in this beautiful house,
but I had no idea it even existed until yesterday.
Unfortunately, your mother rejected our family
in the most hurtful and destructive way.
Jessica always admired her, so followed suit.
How can you be sure Jessica didn't want to come back?
She left a note, making herself very clear.
My father kept it...
...in case there was ever any doubt.
Thank you.
As you can see, she despised us and everything we stood for.
And states quite clearly she wishes no one to come after her.
- Here. - Yeah.
But the letter is signed, Leo.
She saw herself as a lion caged here against her will.
Calling herself Leo was another way
of further distancing herself from us.
- Is it okay if I photograph it? - No, it is not.
Did your parents notify the police when she left?
My father was obliged to report it,
but since there were no suspicious circumstances,
that was the end of it.
And they never tried to contact her?
My parents had to draw a line.
We had to get on with our own lives.
What exactly happened the night she left?
If you'll excuse me,
I need to talk to a police officer
about the tragic death of a friend.
I'm so sorry, but thank you for seeing us.
- Um, I'd love to talk more if-- - There's nothing more to say.
Forgive my skepticism,
but you're clearly just doing this to increase
your celebrity profile. I want no part in it.
DCI Barnaby, do come in. They're just leaving.
The art of mudlarking lies in the ability
to spot things invisible to others.
What we call getting your eye in.
The mistake is in looking too hard.
Very much like my own job.
How well did you know Mr. Hoxham?
We were more colleagues than friends.
Both fascinated by the history attached to objects we found.
Hmm.
I understand there was some conflict
between the two mudlarking groups yesterday afternoon.
Did any of that involve Mr. Hoxham specifically?
Not that I'm aware of.
Reverend Gideon told us about the discovery of the Wiccan jar.
- I believe you have it. - Ah, yes, the jar.
Here it is.
Not very pleasant, I'm afraid.
I've reported it to the Portable Antiquities Scheme.
They'll be taking it off my hands.
Could it have been deliberately placed
for Mr. Hoxham to find as a warning of some kind?
Highly unlikely.
But it's clear Jonny saw it as a bad omen.
Which makes it all the more puzzling
why he should choose to return.
There's a history of rivalry and antagonism
between the Mudlarks and the Magneteers.
But apart from the discovery of the Wiccan jar,
both sides seem to agree nothing unusual happened yesterday.
I'm not sure they're being entirely honest, sir.
This footage was downloaded from Gemma Westcott's phone.
It was intended as content for the Magneteer's channel.
Where were you casting when you found it?
And why would I tell you that?
There might be loads more of them.
Well, then I'll tell the police about the old gun
you found in the lake and didn't declare.
You're still out on license, aren't you, Cole?
They'll send you straight back.
I'll kill you first.
This was witnessed by both groups.
Why didn't anyone mention it?
Well, Mrs. Gideon said that Cole enjoyed taunting Jonny,
so it's possible nobody took it seriously.
We need to talk to Cole Densmore.
And there's another thing.
Freddy Westcott said that a local farmer called him
to warn him about the sinkhole.
When was this?
After they got back from the river,
Freddy said that he circulated it on the Magneteer's chat,
claimed that the farmer made the same call to Reverend Gideon.
He didn't say anything to me.
Oh, yeah. And finally...
Thank you.
A digital managed to access Jonny Hoxham's cloud.
Someone called him at 18:34.
Then, according to his notebook,
27 minutes later, he was back at the river.
So whoever called Jonny told him
that they'd seen a Thomas Becket badge
and pinpointed its exact location.
Is the number traceable?
It was from an old phone box in the village.
So...
Jonny Hoxham was deliberately lured to his death. Hmm.
This-- This is great.
Do you have any information on Jessie, specifically,
apart from the birth certificate?
Well, her leaving was reported in the local press.
Oh, wow.
As vicar of Goldsworthy, your grandfather was a powerful
and highly respected figure in the village.
Jessie's decision to leave so soon
after your mother's disappearance was
of great interest to the community.
According to this article, she caught the London train
at 7:35 p.m. on Wednesday the 14th of May.
She left with her bike and whatever she could fit
into her panniers,
as witnessed by Mary Hamble, the housekeeper's daughter.
Sources close to the family
confirmed that Miss Clissold had threatened to leave before.
A note was found,
leaving them in no doubt that she left of her own free will.
- Richard Clissold still has it. - Oh.
And after she left?
Well, the trail goes cold, I'm afraid.
If Jessie changed her name or she left the country,
it could be very difficult to trace her.
I'll get our team to look into it.
What about friends?
She may have stayed in touch with someone outside the family.
Well, I can find out which school she attended
and take it from there.
And Mary Hamble, she might be able to help you.
She was of similar age, and knew the family.
Yeah, we met her briefly earlier.
She, um, she cleans for Richard Clissold.
And I think she still lives at this address.
- Oh, this is... - Thank you.
Thank you.
- You know? - Yeah.
DCI Barnaby has a few more questions, William.
Uh, the church flowers are all done, Alice,
so, uh, I'll leave you to it.
I'm sorry to disturb you again so soon.
This is my colleague, DS Winter.
Yeah, of course, uh, anything to help.
We understand you received a warning about the sinkhole
from a local farmer, Jacob Mitchell.
You failed to share this warning
with other members of your group.
You also failed to share it with me.
Yeah, I'm ashamed to say that's true.
Um...
No, when Jacob rang, I was--
I was writing my sermon for the river blessing,
and I hung up, clumsily spilling tea everywhere,
so I'm afraid the call went clean out of my mind.
Freddy Westcott received the same warning
and immediately circulated it amongst the Magneteers.
If you'd done that, Jonny Hoxham might be alive now.
Yeah. Which, uh... which I'll regret till the end of my days.
But it-- it didn't occur to me
that anyone would return to the river that night.
So which is it?
Did you forget,
or did you think no one would return to the river?
Jonny wasn't the only one there.
When I was walking home,
I saw Cole Densmore on the opposite bank,
heading back towards Hollybrook.
We need to talk to Cole Densmore.
At the very least, he could be an important witness.
Unless William Gideon used the farmer's warning
to lure Jonny Hoxham to his death.
And Mrs. Gideon's statement is just a lie to protect him.
A sudden recollection is rather convenient.
But why would Reverend Gideon want Jonny Hoxham dead?
Hmm. No idea.
Cole Densmore is still our only suspect with a motive,
but he hasn't responded to any of our calls
requesting an interview.
Then Mohammad will have to go to the mountain.
- Mrs. Hamble. - I don't like being lied to.
I understand.
If you could just give us five minutes, we can explain.
You knew my Aunt Jessie.
Were the last person to see her.
I made my statement at the time.
It's all on record. There's nothing more to say.
- Yes-- - Mrs. Hamble, if you--
My loyalty is to the family that stayed.
Not to those that walked away.
And I certainly don't approve
of raking all this up again for a TV show.
No.
Time for a little fire, Bobby.
Turns out Cole Densmore is Goldsworthy's resident bad boy.
Currently out on license for theft.
Get off my property before I call the cops.
Yeah, we are the cops, Mr. Densmore.
I'm not talking out here, so you better come in.
But I'm not making tea.
I assume you've got a license
for that rather antiquated firearm.
Don't need one.
Got a collector who's going to take it off my hands.
Yeah, it still needs to be registered,
as I'm sure you're aware.
But it's an antique. It's been underwater for years.
There are rules, Mr. Densmore.
Okay, I'll report it if it'll get you off my back.
What do you really want?
We understand you had an altercation with Jonny Hoxham
just hours before he died.
That was just banter.
It looked like a bit more than that
from the footage we saw.
If you'd like me to refresh your memory.
Okay.
So, I wouldn't give them the ampulla for epoxy collection.
Why should I?
I knew I could get decent money for it.
You threatened to kill him, Mr. Densmore.
But I didn't.
Does the, um, expression,
memento mori mean anything to you?
The river isn't far from here.
Did you go back there after everyone left?
No. Why would I?
Well, we have a witness who claims
that they saw you on this side of the river,
heading towards Hollybrook.
Then they need to get their eyes tested.
And if you're looking for someone with real beef
with Jonny, talk to Rufus Coulter.
He was a Mudlark until Jonny grassed him up
for not reporting any of the stuff he found.
What happened?
The vicar threw him out on his ear
after God knows how many years.
Rufus never forgave Jonny for that.
So he joined the Magneteers.
He's a hoarder. Total weirdo.
But they'll take anyone.
So it seems.
We'll be in touch, Mr. Densmore.
If you hear the police have been up here,
don't panic, okay?
They got nothing on me.
I suppose those tears are for Jonny.
Of course they are. He was a good friend.
Yeah, the way you were together made that perfectly clear.
Oh, William, please, not this again.
I cared about him, that's all.
Just wish you cared about me like that.
I'm not sure you ever have.
I know who your celebrity is. We crossed paths earlier.
Anything to do with your murder investigation?
Sorry. Strictly need-to-know basis.
It is intriguing, though, isn't it?
Our paths crossing professionally like this.
Yeah.
Investigating the same case from very different angles.
Hmm.
We could both end up on telly at this rate.
No. My show will only get made if the story has enough layers
to keep the viewers intrigued, which, unless there's
a massive plot twist, is looking very unlikely.
In my experience, that can happen when you least expect it.
And what exactly was found?
The hilt of a sword, possibly eighth century.
Oh, there was an Anglo-Saxon settlement in this area.
So potentially very exciting.
But should we really be out so soon, mudlarking?
It's what Jonny would have wanted.
If we find something special,
we can make sure it's dedicated to his memory.
Yeah, and as Sir Henry's
given us exclusive rights to investigate--
You're just in time for tea, Vicar!
Leave now or I will call the police!
Oh, that's not very nice, Reverend.
This is private land,
and you don't have permission to be here.
Says who?
Sir Henry's gamekeeper is one of our regulars.
Cleared it with his boss for us to check it out.
He said we might find some Anglo-Saxon gold.
Gold isn't magnetic, so you're wasting your time.
Anglo Saxons were con artists and made coins
that looked like gold,
but were mostly bog-standard metal.
Still worth a bob or two.
You should know that, Dickie being an historian.
Any news on who killed poor old Jonny?
Last we heard, they were questioning you, Vicar.
They've been to see you twice, I believe.
If you're implying I had something to do with it--
William, let it go.
Hasn't there been enough trouble?
Let's start on the foreshore.
Sorry to keep you.
I couldn't get Paddy in from the garden.
He's become obsessed with digging.
Well, I can see that.
Any developments I should know about?
Cole Densmore's phone places him home all evening.
Just because his phone was there, it doesn't mean he was.
But the background check on Rufus Coulter
is much more interesting.
Jonny Hoxham lodged an official complaint against him.
- Accusing him of what? - Harassment.
He'd been receiving anonymous hate mail.
He suspected Rufus Coulter, but nothing was ever proved.
Here are some examples.
Hmm. Rufus Coulter blamed Jonny Hoxham for shaming him
within the mudlarking community he loved.
Question is, how far would he go to exact revenge?
Gem?
Gem, make sure you're getting this.
Cole, get over here. Cole!
Oh, if this is Anglo-Saxon gold, we're billionaires.
Fourth bloody bike this week.
Take it to scrap, Cole. It's rusted to hell.
Never mind, love, I'll make us some tea.
- Where are you going, mate? - Home.
Not that it's any business of yours.
Weirdo.
Richard.
What is it?
Richard?
That bicycle.
I think it's Jessie's.
Quiet, Bobby.
It's unbelievable. How can anyone live in there?
Hopefully we'll find out.
Mr. Coulter, it's the police.
Just a minute.
Bobby, come back here now!
He'll come home when he's hungry.
Sorry to keep you.
It's my heart. It slows me down.
Come through.
What's this all about, then?
We understand that you and, um, Mr. Hoxham
were involved in an ongoing feud.
And you're putting two and two together
and thinking I killed him.
Well, no one said that, Mr. Coulter.
Good.
Because, like I said, I've got heart problems.
Ask my doctor.
I'm not capable of hurting anyone.
But Mr. Hoxham believed you were capable of seeking revenge
by sending anonymous notes designed to frighten him.
The man was deluded.
Nothing was ever proved.
Well, this was found at the scene in Mr. Hoxham's jacket.
Doesn't mean it's from me, does it?
You knew about the sinkhole from the Magneteer's chat group.
So did everyone else. So why pick on me?
The last call that Mr. Hoxham received
was from a phone box. Was that you, Mr. Coulter?
No. So you're wasting your ti--
I'd like you to go now.
I need to rest.
I can't handle the stress.
If you think of anything else, give us a call.
I've told you everything I know.
I'll just-- I'll just leave it there.
You can see yourselves out.
Come on, Vicar, pick up.
Please.
Freddy, babe, what are you up to?
This little beauty is an Anglo-Saxon figurine.
Extremely rare, apparently.
You're gonna have to declare it.
We're-- We're already in way too deep.
It'll be fine, babe. We just need to hold our nerve.
Production want me back in London.
Look, it's okay.
I can, um, I'll get the team to check out whether Jessie,
you know, changed her identity or moved abroad.
And if that doesn't work,
we can look into other members of your family
and see where that takes us.
Finding Jessie's the only reason I agreed to do this.
And I'm not ready to give up yet.
Okay.
Vicar. Thank God you're there now.
I really need your help.
Yeah, I called Freddy, but the police don't trust him.
You're the only one I can turn to.
Hi.
Um, I'd like to stay another night, if that's okay.
Oh. No problem. Um, I meant to ask you.
Um, I heard you talking about Jessie Clissold?
She's my aunt.
People seem to think we found her old bike
this morning in the river on the estate.
But that's not possible.
Maybe they got it wrong. Just thought I'd say.
Yes, of course. Thank you.
Vicar.
Thank God.
I'm in the kitchen.
Vicar?
So, Jessie went to Everglade House.
It was a Catholic school
for what used to be called "troubled girls."
- Oh. - I'm still trying to get ahold
of the old school roll, but I did manage to find this.
It's a copy of her last school report.
Oh, wow!
"Jessica is extremely intelligent,
but her rebellious nature makes her stubborn
and hard to control."
She sounds just like mum.
Well, that's all I have so far. Any developments your end?
Yeah. Um...
a bike was found in the river today.
People believe it could be Jessie's,
but that doesn't make any sense.
Can you ask your Uncle Richard about it?
He made it very clear that the door was closed.
But I refuse to give up hope.
With or without him, we're getting closer.
Is it a coincidence that a suspect in Jonny Hoxham's murder
is now a victim himself?
Statistics would say no, sir.
Let's find out.
Um, Reverend Gideon,
we understand that you raised the alarm.
Yes. Rufus called me. Sounded dreadful.
Although we'd had our differences,
he-- he wanted my help.
Did he say why?
Uh, the magneteers pulled a bike
out of the river this morning,
and Richard Clissold recognized it.
He said it belonged to his younger sister, Jessie.
Sure of it.
Why is that significant?
Oh, it-- it was the bike
that Jessie was meant to have left with.
According to Richard, her bike had a pair of tartan panniers,
and, uh, when it was pulled out of the river, only one remained.
Rufus told me that he'd found the other pannier
in exactly the same part of the river over 30 years ago.
Which would be 10 years after Jessie left the village.
Yeah, yeah. I believe so.
Why would Mr. Coulter be interested
in an old bike pannier?
Well, Rufus-- he collected everything,
but this time, he got lucky.
Inside the pannier, he said he found a necklace.
How is that relevant?
Um, you were already questioning him
about Jonny's murder,
and he worried that if it was found in his possession,
it could connect him to whatever happened to Jessie,
that he'd be accused of killing her, too.
So he asked me to take it.
And where has the necklace been all this time?
His gallery.
His gallery? What-- What does that mean?
I have no idea. Um...
He-- He promised to tell me everything
when I came to the house.
But I was too late.
And where is the necklace now?
Rufus said he brought it up from storage,
but I-I couldn't see it anywhere.
Breathe in, gents.
It's a bit of a squeeze.
He mentioned cardiac issues. Is that what killed him?
An arrest has no visible signs,
so we'll have to wait for the P.M.
But I'm concerned that the pile that crushed him
was deliberately destabilized.
I just need to prove it.
Is that what all those equations are for?
It's all about angles, Winter.
I once had a lover who was a champion skier.
Of course you did.
We went off-piste in St. Moritz and discovered a man
who supposedly had fallen to his death.
I knew immediately it was foul play.
How?
It's called the physics of a fall,
based on analysis of the trajectory and
impact-site, angles, laws of motion.
And you can calculate all of that with a tape measure?
Laser distance meter.
I'm not that much of a Luddite, Winter.
What happened to your relationship with the skier?
I'm afraid that all went rapidly downhill.
Nice abs, but dreadfully dull.
I moved on with a handsome snowboarder.
Not a clue that he was a senior member of the royal family.
Who was it?
They made me sign an NDA, I'm afraid.
But it'll all be in my memoirs.
She never ceases to amaze.
Sir, Rufus Coulter told William Gideon
that he brought the necklace up from storage.
But up from where?
It could be an outbuilding or garage further down the hill.
Yeah, or...
A cellar.
The cellar.
Well done, Winter.
Down you go. - Oh...
I think we found Rufus Coulter's gallery, sir.
Classic serial-killer behavior, sir.
Trophies kept to symbolize the killer's conquest
over their victims.
Could Jessie Clissold be one of them?
Fleur's trying to
I.D. the recovered body parts from their DNA.
It's a long shot, but we might get lucky.
We seized the bike
that the magneteers pulled from the river,
and contents of the pannier confirm that
it belonged to Jessie Clissold.
Anything of interest?
An I.D. with her purse,
some cash, and some degraded items of clothing.
She clearly intended to leave that day.
Richard Clissold said that his family reported
Jessie's disappearance to the police.
See if there's any evidence of that in the archive.
Yes, sir.
Any news on the missing necklace?
Our team is still searching the property for it.
I don't envy them sifting through that lot.
If, as we now believe,
that Rufus Coulter went down to his cellar
to retrieve the necklace...
why wasn't it found on his person?
And how does this connect to Jonny Hoxham's murder?
Mm...
Well, sir, Fleur's got something for us.
Results show that Mr. Coulter did, indeed,
suffer a cardiac arrest at the time he was crushed.
And my measurements came good, Winter, as you can see.
Physics suggest the tower was deliberately pushed.
But, uh, that's not all.
Mr. Coulter had an implantable cardioverter defibrillator, uh,
a preventative measure for those at risk of cardiac arrest.
But the device had been deliberately disabled...
How?
By being in close proximity to a powerful magnet.
Like a large fishing magnet.
- Gold star, Winter. - Thank you.
It would need to be positioned less than 6 inches away
from his heart, but no magnet was found close to the body.
Could it be anything else?
Traces of neodymium, iron, and boron
were found on his chest area, so, in my opinion,
a magnet was held over the victim's heart
while he was still alive.
Rufus Coulter's background check has just come in.
- And? - Nothing remarkable, other than
how minted he was, given the squalor he lived in.
But legal has come up with something interesting.
Rufus Coulter left everything in his will
to Freddy and Gemma Westcott.
Oh, sorry-- so sorry to bother you, Mrs. Gideon.
Um, your husband said you might be here.
I'm Lucy Weaving.
Yes, of course. How can I help?
I'm trying to trace my Aunt Jessie.
Jessica Clissold.
I understand you were there when her bike was found.
Yes. It was a bit of a shock.
Poor Richard seemed very upset.
It's probably just a coincidence,
but I worry that the recent murders and Jessie's
disappearance might be connected somehow.
I'm assuming you knew her.
I knew of her, but I didn't really have
any friends in the village, apart from William.
I spent my youth combing the river,
collecting whatever I could find to use in my artworks.
That's-- That's one of mine. All made from mudlarking finds.
The river drew William and I together.
He's a little bit older than me,
but we shared a passion for mudlarking.
It's beautiful.
Oh, thank you.
There's something wonderful about bringing new life
to things that would otherwise be lost forever.
You didn't seem very upset about Mr. Coulter's death,
Mr. Westcott.
Well, it was expected, given his heart condition.
But you must have been close
for him to make you the sole beneficiaries of his will.
And given the state of your business,
the timing seems pretty convenient.
It's not what you think.
Rufus had never been popular in the village.
Mm. He was eccentric, harmless.
He just couldn't let anything go.
Which is why he was so angry when Jonny grassed him up.
The Heritage lot confiscated loads
of his most treasured finds.
He was distraught.
Rufus knew he'd never make old bones,
so he asked us to take care of the rest of it after he'd gone.
I said yes. - And will you?
You're joking, aren't you?
Uh, I'll sell anything that's worth something,
take the rest to the dump.
What he doesn't know won't hurt him.
But he was hurt, Mrs. Westcott.
Quite deliberately.
I thought he had a heart attack.
He did, but his defibrillator implant failed
because someone held a magnet over his heart to disable it.
Just like the ones you use.
Oh, hang on a minute.
And you clearly had motive,
given the state of your business,
and you knew that the inheritance would solve
all your problems. - And you had the means.
Rufus had his own magnets.
Anyone could have done it.
Ah, DCI Barnaby. Lucy Weaving.
We met briefly on my uncle's doorstep.
I remember. This is my colleague, DS Winter.
How can we help?
I'm concerned that my digging into Aunt Jessie's past
might have something to do with the recent murders.
Why would you think that?
No one in the village seems to know anything.
Or, if they do, they won't talk to me.
The vicar's wife says she barely knew her.
My Uncle Richard refuses to talk about it.
And when I tried to speak to Mary Hamble about her,
she shut the door in my face.
I'm pretty sure she's hiding something.
Well, thank you, Miss Weaving.
Leave it with us.
The police are onto me. Gonna have to do this now.
I don't think the Westcotts realize
how rich they're gonna be.
Not much to spend it on in prison.
They both have motive for Rufus Coulter, but not--
thank you-- Jonny Hoxham,
and there's no evidence to place them at either murders.
Well, let's keep an open mind for now.
Just got the initial tests back on the body parts in the cellar.
It seems they date back to way
before Rufus Coulter was even born.
Backing up the Westcotts' assertion
that he treasured everything he found, however macabre.
So they were telling the truth about that, at least.
Leave you to it, gentlemen.
This is from archives about Jessie Clissold's disappearance.
It seems the Clissolds accused her of stealing family jewelry,
notably a very valuable 17th century posy ring.
Made a note of the engraving to help identify it,
should it be found.
"United hearts death only parts."
Several people said that they saw Jessie Clissold
leave the village on her bike,
but only Mary Hamble made a statement saying she saw her
at the station, which Mrs. Hamble refused to
discuss with Lucy Weaving-- why?
We need to talk to her.
In your statement, you claim that Jessie Clissold
got on the train to London with her bike.
The same bike that was found in the river this morning.
Maybe I was confused.
Jessie was never without a bike.
It was such a long time ago.
But you saw her at the station. You're absolutely sure of that?
Of course I'm sure.
Well...
if you think of anything else, then give us a call.
Thank you for your time.
Mary Hamble doesn't strike me as a person who gets confused.
I agree. She knows exactly what she saw that day.
That's Tech.
Looks like Rufus Coulter called the vicarage
twice before he died.
Gideon's phone records reveal
that the first call went to voicemail,
but was subsequently deleted.
And the second call was answered.
Reverend Gideon didn't mention a voicemail.
Let's see if he's at home.
Reverend Gideon.
Sorry to disturb you.
We tried the house, but there was no answer.
Oh, I lost my vestry key.
Uh, Alice keeps spares here somewhere, but no luck so far.
How can I help?
The calls you received from Rufus Coulter.
There seems to be some discrepancy.
Two calls were made to the vicarage
from Mr. Coulter's mobile.
The first one went to voicemail.
A message was left that lasted over a minute.
The second call was answered.
You mentioned the call, but not the message.
I never heard it.
Genuinely, I have no idea how that could have happened.
My wife was here. I was alone in the house.
I see. Um, well, thank you for your time.
We'll see ourselves out.
William, I'm so sorry.
There's something I haven't told you.
I deleted that voicemail.
- Why? - Rufus was so awful to Jonny,
and I didn't see why we should help him.
I need to tell them the truth. - No, no, no, no.
Okay, uh...
I'll handle it.
Up to your old tricks, Cole?!
Reverend Gideon was the last person
to have seen Jonny Hoxham alive
and the first person to have seen Rufus Coulter dead.
Or so he claims.
He had no explanation for the deleted voicemail
and he failed to pass on the warning about the sinkhole.
He had means and opportunity to kill both victims, but...
DS Winter.
...what's the motive?
Yeah. Okay. Alright. We'll be right down.
Cole Densmore is in custody.
He was caught red-handed stealing lead
off the church roof, but says he wants to talk to us.
Why?
Well, apparently, he saw Reverend Gideon
acting suspiciously in the churchyard,
says he thought he saw him hiding something.
Did he, now?
Cole Densmore said it was on the far side.
An old grave under a tree with an urn.
Could it be that one?
Must be the necklace
Rufus Coulter found in Jessie Clissold's pannier.
What was Reverend Gideon doing with it?
And why was he hiding it out here?
Reverend Gideon.
You have some explaining to do.
I've been praying for guidance, Chief Inspector,
and God's answered my prayers.
The time has come to confess the truth.
Which is what, exactly?
Jessie's death was a terrible accident.
I, uh...
I hit her with my car on the way to the station.
I knew I was over the limit, and if the truth came out,
then I'd be finished.
So you covered it up.
Yeah, I, uh...
I disposed of her and her bike
in the deepest part of the river.
I had no idea that the necklace was in her pannier.
Why did that matter?
Uh, well, Jessie had always admired the shilling,
so I had it made into a necklace for a 16th birthday present.
So you knew the family well.
Yeah, my, uh...
my family had always attended St. Leonard's,
as had the Gazards, Alice's parents.
It was then they encouraged me to follow Reverend Clissold
into the ministry.
But prior to my ordination,
I-I had taken up a curacy in London
and I'd found the coin, a-a rare 1819 George III
gold-plated shilling mudlarking in the Thames,
where one is obliged to have all significant fines
officially recorded.
So I knew, when Rufus found it,
that it could be traced back to me.
And rather than help Rufus,
you decided to retrieve the necklace and silence him.
Yeah, he wanted to tell the police.
And I couldn't let that happen.
And Jonny Hoxham?
Jonny was in love with my wife,
and I feared that she felt the same
and I-I-I was terrified of-- of losing her.
So you lured him to his death.
Yeah.
I've no excuse for any of it, Chief Inspector.
It was all a kind of madness,
for which I know I have no hope of forgiveness.
You don't buy it, sir.
Not entirely.
It just seems too studied, too neat.
Like the last act of a play.
If he is telling the truth, then we know someone else
who must be lying.
That statement I made 40 years ago...
it was a lie.
I never saw Jessie at the station.
So why make that statement?
Because I was asked to.
But when Lucy Weaving started raking all this up again,
I didn't know what to do for the best.
Reverend Gideon advised me to follow my conscience.
Is that who asked you to lie?
No.
It was Richard Clissold.
Can you tell us why?
Richard caught Jessie stealing their mother's jewelry.
She told him she was leaving, said if he stopped her,
then she'd make it her business to bring shame on the family.
Well, Richard couldn't risk that happening.
So he let her go and then asked me to say
I'd seen her at the station to stop people asking questions.
Why did you agree to it?
At the time, I half-believed I was in love with him.
I'd have done anything he asked.
But now I'm wondering if I helped him get away with murder.
So William confessed to killing Jessica.
He's also confessed to the murders
of Jonny Hoxham and Rufus Coulter.
So he lied to everyone.
As did you, Mr. Clissold.
40 years ago.
You asked Mary Hamble to give a false statement
about your sister Jessie's departure.
Mary came to me this afternoon.
She said she would tell you the truth if I didn't.
I asked Mary to lie to stop any further questions being asked.
Why would you do that?
My father was the subject of some vile rumors.
Jessie threatened to tell the church community
that they were all true.
What did you do?
I tried to persuade Jessie to stay,
but she said she would only do that
if our father's hypocrisy was exposed.
The coward in me couldn't face the truth,
so we struck a deal.
I would allow her to leave without raising the alarm,
but she could never return.
I blamed it all on her, but, in truth...
my parents were to blame for all her pain.
- What do you mean? - They should have tried to
understand Jessie instead of farming her out to
a school for girls with troubled,
often violent backgrounds.
It was then she started calling herself Leo.
Leo? Why?
Because lions are wild, powerful, brave,
all the things she needed to be in order to survive.
I loved my father too much.
If the truth came out, it would have destroyed him.
But that poor girl was my sister.
Innocent of any wrongdoing.
I should have protected her, not him.
I was too weak.
- Here you go, love. - Thank you.
Oh, and, uh, this came for you, Miss Weaving.
Okay.
- Who delivered it? - No idea.
Found it on the table outside.
The vicar's been arrested.
Seems the old hypocrite's behind all of it.
Including what happened to your aunt.
I always knew that man was a wrong'un.
- Are you absolutely sure? - 100%.
I saw the coppers take him away.
And after all that finger-pointing at me.
Yeah, we're on our way there now.
I'll let them know to expect you.
That was the Heritage Crime Unit.
Our search into Freddy Westcott brought them to us.
Looks like his dodgy deals are about to catch to him.
Oh. Let's give him the good news.
I'll try and get hold of Sarah, see if she's got anywhere
with Jessie Clissold's school records.
We know that she was mixing with troubled, violent pupils,
but who were they?
Did she have any particular friends or-- or enemies?
Sarah might have some answers. - Mm.
Ah. You find your real murderer, then?
Told you we had nothing to do with it.
And we are gonna be very rich through no fault of our own.
Indeed, though you might have to serve a prison sentence
before you can enjoy it.
Remember that man
that you sold the Anglo-Saxon figurine to?
The same man you and Cole Densmore had on speed dial
to offload all your mudlarking contraband?
Well, it turns out that he works undercover
at the Heritage Crime Unit,
and they've been following your
under-the-counter dealings for months.
In fact, they're on their way here now.
Hello?
Oh, I'm so sorry to bother you, but I heard about your husband.
It must have been a terrible shock.
It's almost impossible to believe.
William's just not capable.
Someone just left me this.
"Leave now or you'll be next."
If William was already in custody when it was delivered,
then it can't be him.
And why would he threaten me if he was just about to confess?
It doesn't make any sense.
- Have you told the police? - Not yet.
Well...
why don't I call them and make us some sweet tea.
I think we could both do with it.
Thank you.
Let Lucy Weaving know about Reverend Gideon's confession
before the press get hold of it.
Hey.
I finally managed to speak to one of the nuns
who taught at Everglade House.
She remembered Jessie well, but when I asked her
about friends, she said she only had one--
Alice Gazard.
Gazard? That's Alice Gideon's maiden name.
She told Lucy Weaving that they barely knew each other.
Well, according to Sister Maria,
they were kindred spirits.
Both had experienced painful rejection by their families
and became inseparable.
But Alice still lived with her parents.
No, her adoptive parents.
Alice was abandoned at birth
and taken in by the Catholic school attached to the convent.
Sister Maria handled her first fostering placement.
It was terminated after an act of extreme violence.
What happened?
"The incident took place after Mrs. Marchmont
informed Alice that she would be returning her to the convent.
She told Alice she had been a great disappointment
and not the daughter she wanted.
As Mrs. Marchmont walked away,
Alice picked up one of Mr. Marchmont's golf clubs
and struck her across the back of the head with such force
that it fractured her skull."
She was only 8 years old.
It says here that the Gazards took her in within weeks.
I mean, how's that even possible?
Well, a decision was made not to reveal what happened.
Sister Maria thought that was wrong,
so she kept a copy of her records.
The Gazards were advised to keep Alice at the same school
to avoid further disruption,
and Jessie Clissold joined her there when she was 13.
So Alice Gideon lied about everything.
And her husband's confession seemed too studied, too neat
because it was.
He was lying to protect Alice.
Mrs. Gideon?
Mrs. Gideon!
The house is all locked up. There's no answer.
Let's try the studio.
Lucy's in there. Get in there.
- Ambulance. - Stay there, sir.
The vicarage, Goldsworthy.
Lucy!
Come on!
Blunt-force trauma to the head,
with a dose of gas-induced asphyxiation for good measure.
This bottle of ammonia is the culprit.
Go on.
When boiled, pure ammonia becomes
a highly concentrated gas
and extremely dangerous to inhale.
When diluted with water, it can also be used to strip metal.
Something Alice Gideon might use to clean
her mudlarking finds.
What are you thinking, sir?
Well, to quote Richard Clissold,
I'm getting my eye in.
Mudlarkers look for treasures that are unseen by most,
but not invisible to all.
And I think I've found one-- Leo.
Sir?
Jessie Clissold's alter ego was a lion.
She called herself Leo.
The jewelry that Jessie stole on the day she left
included a posy ring.
And a part of this lion's eye
is a ring displaying the French word "mort."
"Death."
Well, the wording on the stolen ring was in English.
Ah, but these rings were often engraved in French
on the outside and English on the inside.
as in this case, "Unis le coeurs la mort ne fait ca séparée."
And on the inside...
"United hearts death only parts."
Jessie Clissold had the ring in her possession
when she left for London, so what is it doing
in Alice Gideon's studio?
We need to ask her before she does any more harm.
Sir.
Lucy Weaving's going to live,
Mrs. Gideon, despite your best efforts.
We found the ring that Jessie Clissold
stole from her mother on the day that she left home.
We need to understand how it came to be in your possession.
You need to tell us exactly what happened, Mrs. Gideon.
Before I do...
I need you to know that I loved her and that she loved me.
We could never be together here, so we'd made
a plan to leave, go somewhere they'd never find us.
But I couldn't go through with it.
I was only 17.
William and I were already engaged.
He offered me safety and stability.
Things that had eluded you as a child.
We know that you were rejected by your birth mother
and then by your foster family.
I started to think...
"What if Jessie abandoned me, too?
I'd have no one."
So I panicked, begged her to stay.
I needed more time.
No one knew we were even friends.
But she said it was too late, that if I didn't go with her,
she was going to tell William the truth.
I thought she was bluffing, but she was deadly serious.
William had given me the necklace
as an engagement present, a talisman to keep me safe.
Jessie said she was going to give it back to William,
tell him I didn't need it.
What do you think you're doing?
She was my lover and protector now.
Give it back! Give it back! - No! Leave me alone!
Stop it! Get off! What are you doing?
You struck her violently from behind,
just as you'd struck Mrs. Marchmont,
almost killing her, too.
I felt no remorse for what I did to that woman.
But I didn't mean to hurt Jessie. I loved her.
Could have come clean about it,
but, instead, you decided to cover it up.
I knew that the water was deepest under the bridge.
But your necklace was still in the jacket
in the pannier bag-- evidence that you feared might
put you at the scene of Jessie's death.
By the time I realized that, it was too late.
I-I still had to hide her body.
And you knew the river like the back of your hand.
I remembered there's a deep hollow in the bank
just around the bend in the river.
I...
I dragged Jessie's body to the water
and, uh, I floated her downstream
and I managed to push her body deep inside the hollow
and weigh it down with rocks.
And that's where she has remained?
But when Lucy Weaving started asking questions,
I needed to check that her remains were still well-hidden,
and that's when Jonny saw me.
We'd been mudlarking at Hollybrook.
I told William that I wanted to walk home.
I thought that Jonny would go back over the bridges,
but he didn't.
- Alice? - Oh!
What are you doing?
Oh, um, I thought
I saw something in the water,
but it was just a trick of the light.
Oh, well, it's not a bad idea looking here, though.
The current flows this way from Hollybrook.
I'll come back here tomorrow.
Come with me if you're free.
Sure.
Good idea. - Great.
And you couldn't let that happen,
knowing what he might discover.
I didn't have a plan
until William got the call about the sinkhole
by the jetty.
He had no idea that I was listening in
on the conversation.
You called Jonny Hoxham from the phone box
and lured him to his death.
It seemed like the easiest solution,
but it was so hard.
Help! Help!
Somebody! Please!
Help me! Please!
First, you tried to implicate Cole Densmore
by saying that you'd seen him at the river.
And then you got lucky.
Rufus Coulter sent Jonny Hoxham a memento mori that evening,
making him our prime suspect.
You heard the message that Rufus left at the vicarage.
You knew that he'd found the necklace,
which he feared might wrongly connect him to Jessie's death.
But in reality, it connects you.
What happened, exactly?
William was just coming out of evensong that night,
and I was leaving to-- to meet Jessie.
I told him that I was going for a bike ride,
and he was worried it might not be safe.
It was getting dark.
I told him that as long as I was wearing his necklace,
I would always be safe.
He kissed it just to make sure.
And when I returned hours later, I was in a terrible state.
I told him the necklace was lost,
that the clasp must have come undone or something,
that I'd been desperately trying to find it all this time.
And now you had to recover the necklace from Rufus Coulter
to stop William finding out the truth.
Vicar?
And you didn't leave anything to chance, did you?
You found one of Mr. Coulter's fishing magnets
and placed it on his chest to ensure his silence.
What...
But then your husband found the necklace by chance.
William had lost his key.
He knew that I kept spares in the studio.
He must have been looking for mine when he found the necklace.
Reverend Gideon.
And when he found it, your husband realized
that you'd got to Rufus Coulter before he did,
that you'd lied to cover your tracks,
and that you'd been with Jessie Clissold when she died.
And so he confessed to all of it in order to protect you.
And you let him.
But you knew you were still in danger
as long as Lucy Weaving was still asking questions.
That's why I wrote the note-- to frighten her into leaving.
But while you were out delivering your note,
your husband was making his confession.
That wasn't part of the plan.
Lucy realized that if William had been arrested,
then he couldn't have left the note.
Just needed to buy myself some time,
so I told her that I would make tea, call the police.
Then, as I left, I saw her staring at Leo.
I knew in that moment that she was close to the truth,
that there would be questions
that I wouldn't be able to answer.
It was too late to stop.
Your husband's been released.
He'd like to talk to you, but you're under no obligation.
No, I want to.
I always thought you were fragile, Alice,
needed my protection.
But the woman you've become I don't recognize.
She's not my Alice.
She's always been there, William.
I just learned how to keep her well-hidden,
because no one's ever loved or wanted that Alice.
Except Jessie.
You'll need to tell us exactly where she is.
She's downstream...
in the hollow.
I've already said my goodbyes.
I am so sorry, William.
You're a natural detective, Sarah.
Well, only if it's history-related.
But when it is, you're like a dog with a bone.
Oh, not again, Paddy. Oh!
We're gonna have to get rid of that rug, Sarah.
Hey!
It's the silver eternity bracelet
you got me when I had Betty!
But you lost that years ago.
Oh, and I'm very grateful to have it back. Good boy!
Seems like Paddy's good at solving mysteries, too.
Well, maybe you should take him mudlarking.
He might be able to help you find that watch you lost
when you went fishing.
Oh, that's a great idea.
What do you say, Detective Paddy?
Do you want to go fishing again?
Go on, then. See if you can find my wellies.