We can make a sale maybe twice a week until it's all gone.
You miss a payment, you pay me anyway.
He'll keep coming back for more.
I have a small collection myself. And I'm looking to sell.
I'm happy to have a look. Leave all this with me.
I promise you, I will give you a fair price.
If you truly believe I have something that belongs to you,
why don't you go and call the police?
Dishonest are remarkably easy to steal from.
They have no recourse.
Is he...?
I don't even know if I'm doing this properly.
I'm gonna google it. For God's sake, Martin!
Just give me a minute.
We've gotta get out of here. I think I'm gonna be sick.
Ashley. Ashley!
Hiya!
Got the kettle on. How'd it go?
Martin?
For God's sake, was he breathing or not, Martin? No.
Right. And you've told me...
everything, and I mean... nothing - nothing - left out?
Because if you lie to me one more time,
I swear I will walk out that door,
and I will never, ever come back. No.
No more lies. I promise.
This Rocky bloke.
You think that he took Laura because of all this?
Ashley's being sick.
What's going on?
I'm sorry.
Please, love.
We didn't mean any of this.
We have to tell the truth.
We have to tell the police now.
Then your father will rot in prison. Is that what you want?
No.
What is this?
Sherry? I use it for the trifle. Now, listen to me, Ashley.
There is a way out of this,
but we're gonna need you to stay calm.
I didn't do anything.
None of this is my fault. He did it.
Look, no-one is saying that you did,
but you were there when the crime was committed,
so that would go down as accessory to murder.
Joint enterprise, I think.
Either way, going to the police is not gonna help you or any of us.
You'll both go to prison for a very long time, Ashley.
What for? I... I didn't touch him.
Look, they're not gonna care who did what.
A man is dead. That's all that matters.
I just wanted to sell it.
That's all. Just...
..get money for the wedding.
Look, I know that, love. I know.
Look, none of this is anyone's fault.
But if you want all this to go away,
we are gonna need to stick together.
Family. Right? Exactly. So...
..this is what we're gonna do.
Martin, you're gonna call Rocky.
Tell him this Denys has stolen the hoard from you
and won't return it. You don't know what to do.
So... you're gonna ask him to help you to get it back, tonight.
Well, the money's gone.
All of it. Every penny.
That's it. And the body?
Well...
The sneaky old bastard, eh?
You can't trust anyone these days. I blame the parents.
Has he been drinking? I gave him a sherry.
He was upset... about being ripped off.
Why should I help you? It's your problem.
Nothing to do with me. I asked for it back.
I'm just not very good at intimidating people.
Look, without it, there's nothing. No treasure, no money.
We can't let him get away with it. I mean, he's taking the piss.
OK. Come on.
Can I just... use the loo first? Hurry up.
Every drawer. Every cupboard.
Once we're done with this room, we move on.
What if HE wakes up? Then we'll deal with him.
Anything? No, nothing at all.
Rock.
Rain Man.
Is it all there? I think so.
Yeah. That's it.
I've got it. It worked.
How old IS it? A thousand years? Maybe even more.
And to think all this time, it was right under our noses.
Yeah, and on my own brother's farm.
Well... at least I'm inheriting SOMETHING.
If you'd have declared it, would Nick have got half?
That's the law.
I'm sorry.
For all of this.
I know.
Oh, shit.
Shit! Fuck!
Fuck!
This is a murder inquiry now.
None of your official beeswax, I'm afraid.
What - even though it's clearly connected
to the illegal sale of antiquities?
Correction -POSSIBLY connected.
You said there was evidence of a break-in?
A door was forced, yes. Naughty boys.
Sorry. Shouldn't assume they were boys.
This isn't the Met. Naughty individuals. Um...
Can I let you in on a secret, sir?
I'm not really an antique detective. Back home, I was all about murder.
Gangs, domestic - don't really matter.
If this was Mastermind,
violent death would be my specialist subject.
Also, I know exactly who did this and why.
Look... if I give our best case of the decade to Lovejoy of the Yard,
they're all gonna make my life a living nightmare.
So I'm afraid it's a "no" from me.
Come in.
Sorry, sir.
There's someone at the front desk wants to talk to DS Doyle.
Says he's got information about a possible robbery.
Well, we're in the middle of something here.
It's Martin Stone.
I blame myself for all of this,
but, at the time, I had no idea that his friend was...
well, not to put too fine a point on it, a known criminal.
And your daughter overheard
Rock talking about Mr Elland... in the pub?
The Plough. That's right.
I can only assume that Ashley mentioned Denys's collection to him.
We were both there the other night, you know.
To discuss the dig.
Exactly. Denys was sponsoring it. It's very exciting.
So kind of him.
So, when Laura told me
that this Rocky was openly planning to rob him, I...
I felt I had to come forward. And, so, here I am.
And if I asked, your daughter, Laura,
will confirm all of this?
Absolutely. Would you like me to call her?
That won't be necessary.
Denys Elland was found dead this morning. What?!
Oh, my... God! I...
I don't know what to say. You just said "was".
I-I'm sorry? "Denys WAS sponsoring it."
Past tense, which... implies that you knew he was dead.
I don't think I did.
'To discuss the dig. Exactly.
'Denys was sponsoring it. It's very exciting. So kind of him.'
Yes. Right.
Just a figure of speech, I suppose.
Poor Denys.
It's really awful.
How did he die?
Thank you for coming forward. If we need to speak to you again,
I'll be in touch. That's it?
For now.
And that's where we lose him.
But he's within a mile of the property.
Timeline? Yeah, fits perfectly with the preliminary forensic reports.
Sounds like we should have a word with Mr Rock.
You know he has a son?
Really? Yeah. They call him...
Rocky II.
Nice and clear.
37.2. Tiny bit high.
But nothing to worry about?
When I was a very young doctor, I learned a valuable lesson.
Never ignore a mother's instinct.
We'll check a urine sample
and start him on a short course of antibiotics.
With luck, this shouldn't be a problem.
OK. That's great. And... thank you for coming out so quickly.
So, you're actually going?
Yeah. You know what Mum said. "Stick to the normal routine."
Yeah, I know, I just...
I just thought maybe we could have a talk.
No, I've got a strategy meeting at 11,
and if I'm not there, it'd be weird. Course. Erm...
Can I just say that... I'm really sorry.
About... the money and... everything.
I fucked up.
But this whole thing has taught me just how...
important you are to me.
And how the ONLY thing...
that is good in my life is... is you.
OK, well, I'm really late, so...
we can talk about this when I get back from work.
OK. Before you go, just...
Just know that...
..I love you... so much.
And I know I don't deserve you.
From now on, I am going to be a better person for you.
Thanks.
OK. I'm gonna... I've gotta go. Um...
I'll speak to you later.
You're unusual. You know that?
Having Josh back at home.
We didn't want this for him. Neither of us did.
We just didn't have another option.
Look, it's a decent enough place, but it's not home, is it?
I'm, er, not accusing you.
I was just trying to say I think you're doing the right thing.
And that makes you a good person.
That what you think? Am I wrong?
You don't really know me.
Sorry. You're right. I don't.
But, um... I think I'd like to get to know you better.
I don't think that's... a good idea.
Sorry.
I'll, erm...
I'll go and give this to the staff.
One more thing. Why did you break into Denys Elland's property
on the night of the 22nd?
You were overheard boasting about your plans
in the Plough Inn the evening before.
My... My client has made his position quite clear.
He has nothing more to add.
But the doctor's happy with him? Thinks it's an infection.
He's on antibiotics. Good.
Did she believe you?
Honestly... I don't know.
But you told them
EXACTLY what we discussed? Yeah.
And if they ask Laura? She knows what to say.
Have you heard?
Denys is dead, and... and I found him.
It's a fucking disaster. But there's no need to panic.
There is alternative funding for the dig we can try and access.
I've... I've drawn up a list. Listen, would you like a drink?
It must have been quite a shock. Oh. Yes, it was.
Ghastly. I saw them pull him out.
He was all curled up like one of those bog bodies.
He was such a kind man.
I cannot understand what sort of thug would do that sort of thing.
But, first and foremost, Denys was a lover of antiquity.
He wouldn't want us to give up at the first hurdle.
OK. Here's the plan.
We start from the top,
I contact my old colleagues at the British Museum.
And we take it from there.
Can you believe it?
Denys is barely cold,
and she's carrying on as if none of this ever happened.
That's dedication for you. A real professional (!)
It's just common decency.
I mean, you give it a week, maybe two.
I know. It's shocking, isn't it?
But at least she didn't stove in his head
with a valuable chess piece. Shift.
I've been thinking.
Traditionally my department. No, I'm serious.
Will you please just listen to me?
What if... I just handed myself in -
came clean, said it was all me? It's not too late.
I can say it was nothing to do with any of you...
Shut... Shut up, OK? ..and I made you all lie for me.
Just shut the fuck up. We are in this.
All of us - you, me, Laura, bloody Ashley -
up to our bloody necks in it
because of what you and that idiot did.
So don't you dare try and back out now. Don't you dare.
Cos we are gonna see this through - all of us... together.
Understood?
Now make yourself useful.
Sir?
Never seen it before.
We found it concealed at your property.
The filing cabinet in your office.
That's impossible.
We've completed the initial forensic testing.
They've confirmed it as the murder weapon.
Um...
we're going to need copies of those reports.
Of course. Nah.
Nah, this is all bollocks. You're lying.
You don't need to respond to this. This isn't right.
THEY'RE doing this.
I'm being set up here.
Can I just use the loo first?
He's the one who shopped me, isn't he?
Martin Stone.
We should discuss this. Fucker!
Talk to him. Ask him what he was doing last night.
Do you want to make a further statement? Yeah.
Yeah. I do.
New pad. Go ahead.
Full name? It's me, Martin.
Martin Crispin Stone.
Interview commenced at 15:05.
Are you sure you're happy to proceed without a solicitor?
I have nothing to hide. Why did you kill him?
I didn't. I've just spoken to someone who claims you did.
Sorry. Are you talking about Rocky?
Are you referring to Mr Greg Rock? Yes, I am.
Well, there you go.
Can you clarify exactly what you mean by "there you go"?
I don't think he's a very trustworthy individual.
Oh, but he's a friend of yours, surely?
He's a friend of Ashley's. Or ex-friend, I should say.
He's finally seen the light.
Rocky says he knows you well.
In fact, he was trying to help you sell certain artefacts
that you and Ashley Taylor found
and then concealed from the authorities.
That's not true.
It would explain a lot of your recent behaviour.
Yeah, a... a trip to London to visit a dealer in antiquities.
I already explained about that. Yes, but I think you're lying.
I-I'm sorry. Was that a question? Because it seemed like a statement.
You went to London
with the express intention of selling artefacts illegally?
No, I didn't. Greg Rock says you did.
I refer you to my previous answer. "Well, there you go."
Scene-of-crime officers have examined Mr Elland's house.
Your DNA was found there. Well, that's no great mystery.
I was there the night before, having drinks. Ashley too.
Sam Barnes will confirm it.
We also found your DNA on the murder weapon.
Do you recognise this?
It's a chess piece, equivalent to our rook.
You know, the little castle. I know what a rook is. Mm.
Mid-medieval period.
Denys was very proud of it. He showed it to me.
So you touched it? Yes.
And, again, Sam Barnes will confirm all of this.
You should know that now he's facing a murder charge,
Greg Rock has told us exactly what happened last night.
And I believe every word.
There are still, oh, a few gaps, but...
can I tell you my own personal theory,
see what you think of it? Be my guest.
You tried to sell the artefacts that you and Taylor found to Mr Elland.
There was some sort of disagreement that ended up getting physical.
The result was a helpless old man
with a three-inch hole in his skull.
You decided to try and blame Rock for the crime.
After all, he's the one with a history of violence.
Also, you're pretty sure that he was responsible
for the abduction of your daughter,
which was clearly designed to intimidate you.
Frame him for this and you've got a nice little BOGOF deal.
So, you asked Rock to help you find the artefacts
that Denys Elland had taken.
But, before that could happen,
you needed to return to the scene of the crime.
'You concealed his body in the outhouse
'so Rock wouldn't see it
- 'and hid the rest of the evidence.' - 'Hurry up.'
'Then you took the murder weapon with you
'and left it in his office.
'Then it was easy enough to play the concerned citizen
'and to accuse him of robbery, guessing we'd pick him up...'
and find the murder weapon you planted on his property.
You know what I think? Mm?
I think you watch too much television.
I still don't understand why you think Martin Stone's lying.
Real crime is messy. This is too neat.
Nothing wrong with neat if it gets you a conviction.
Stone killed Denys Elland. I'm absolutely sure of it.
Why would Rock hide the murder weapon on his own property?
Because real criminals are stupid, which is why they're criminals
and not up at Musgrove doing brain surgery. Look...
..I know it's unfashionable to lecture,
especially when you're as stale, pale and male as me,
but would you object if I gave you the benefit of my experience?
Martin Stone is a pillar of the local community.
He's a churchgoer, he volunteers.
Never even been on a speed-awareness course.
A defence barrister's dream.
Rock, on the other hand, is a violent criminal
with a warehouse full of stolen goods,
which we've never been able to pin on him.
We've got CCTV of his van en route to the crime scene.
The murder weapon was found in his possession.
With no trace of his DNA on it.
Because he was going equipped and wore gloves,
like the seasoned professional he clearly is.
It's the 90th minute, you've beaten the keeper,
there's an open goal in front of you,
and your name is Harry Kane.
Sorry. Do you know who he is? Yes, sir.
Let Stone go, charge Rock with murder,
run to the corner flag and celebrate with the crowd, then go home.
Congratulations. You've won.
I'm sorry? You and hubby - you've won.
It's over. Um, c-catch you in a sec.
But I want to make it clear that... you haven't fooled me.
I know exactly what happened.
But thanks to the cynical idiot men
that run this sorry excuse for a police force, you're...
You're both gonna get away with it.
Honestly, this isn't a trap. I'm not that clever.
Well, I might be, but... er... this isn't one of my cunning plans.
Sometimes, the bad guys win.
My husband isn't a bad guy.
Yes, he is.
And so are you. You just haven't... realised it yet.
I love my family.
That isn't a crime.
Hiya.
Laura?
And you believe her? They're not charging me? She's gone.
It's over, Martin.
For God's sakes, we talked about this.
We just need to keep everything as normal as possible.
All Mum's saying is that the timing isn't ideal.
If Ashley decides to talk to the police about any of this...
Why would he do that? He'd be incriminating himself.
When people are upset, they can be irrational.
Especially if their fiancee's just dumped them.
Laura!
I don't want to see him.
Laura, please! Laura!
I'm sorry. I just... I just wanna talk.
Get him out of here. Take him to the pub!
Whatever. Calm him down,
and just make him understand what the situation is.
I will talk to Laura.
We have to be absolutely certain
that Ashley's not gonna do anything stupid - not now.
Do you really think that's likely?
I mean, if he just thought things through, he'd realise...
Well, the man is an idiot!
Do you really think he's thought through anything in his entire life?
Talk to him, take him out, calm him down.
Hey! Ash.
Cheers.
So, they're definitely charging him, then? Mm-hm.
Yeah. Murder. No chance of bail. Brilliant.
So, it's all ours - the hoard.
Well, yeah, but...
..obviously, we can't do anything in the foreseeable future.
Well... see, that's a problem, Martin, cos...
you know, me and Laura, we're getting married, and...
I need the cash. We... We have to sell it.
I don't think you understand. No. Listen to me, all right?
All this... leaving-home stuff is nonsense, all right?
Laura's confused. She's got this... fucked-up idea of me,
and that's not who I am.
I need to prove to her once and for all that I can deliver.
I think the best thing we can do with Laura is just...
give her a little time.
A little space, you know? I haven't got time.
Right? I need to get this sorted.
I'll get the money, and...
I'll book the venue, get her everything she wants -
the caterers, the Rolls.
Or the... Was it a Jag?
Well, anyway, her first-choice car. And then...
Then we can go back to the way things were. Ashley...
..we're not selling the gold.
In fact, I've decided the best thing we can do is to get rid of it.
What... What are you talking about?
We could have gone to prison... for a hell of a long time.
We have another chance.
It has to go back - all of it - into the ground,
exactly where we found it.
Martin, what the fuck are you talking about? Oh, come on.
What bloody good has it done us? Either of us?
A man's dead. It all went wrong.
We should never have taken it.
Sorry. Are you trying to tell me that...
after everything that's happened...
..you wanna bury it all again, back in the field?
It's the only thing we CAN do. No.
You can't do that to me. I need this fucking money.
Hey, hey. I need Laura back.
Yeah, just calm down, OK?
Listen, if... If you don't want it, that's fine.
I'LL take it. I'll sell it.
But I'm not losing Laura. You understand that, right?
Won't make any difference.
It's not about the money. With Laura, I mean.
So, what's it about?
I dunno. People...
People change, I suppose.
What, she doesn't love me any more? Is... Has she said that?
No, not in so many words, but...
whatever this is, it's not about the money.
Where is it?
What have you done with it?
I'm not gonna tell you. What the fuck have you done with it?
Oh, you smug old prick.
I know what you're doing.
You want it for yourself. You think I'm a fucking idiot!
Hey. Don't touch me.
I've made my mind up. It's going back.
That's the end of it.
So, what do we do if he comes round here?
Keep the doors locked. Don't answer to anyone.
If Ashley tries anything, then call the police.
Seriously? They'll be giving us a loyalty card next!
Then just... I don't know. Stay upstairs.
I'll be back in an hour. You sure about all this?
We've got a second chance.
If we get back the money Jack stole, we can keep the business going.
Or I'll just sell it - whatever it takes.
But this... This isn't ours to keep.
Is that it?
I put it back... like I said I would.
I'm taking it.
Let's... just go home, huh? Come on.
You don't understand, OK? You've never fucking understood.
Martin, I'm taking it. No. No.
Get out of the way. Get out the way!
Martin, move out of the way.
I'm warning you, Martin. Please... get out the way, OK? I need this.
I'm taking it. I've gotta make things right.
I need it for Laura. OK? So move out the way.
Don't make me do this. Right? Cos I'll do it.
I'LL FUCKING DO IT!
He was gonna do you.
I followed him. He had no business being here.
That's Laura's lad. Aaron?
Ashley.
Right.
What's going on?
I-It was him.
H-He was obsessed with finding more treasure.
He... He didn't wanna wait for the official dig.
I-I tried to reason with him, but he wouldn't listen.
When he told me he was coming down here, I...
..I tried to stop him.
We argued about it, and then he...
He just went crazy and... went for me.
He WAS gonna do you, right?
Yeah. You stopped him just in time.
Well, fuck me!
Could be more here.
Get him out the way.
Fuck me. There's loads of stuff.
You were right.
It was all here...
..all the time.
How much is it worth?
I'm not sure. Millions, right? Must be.
Nobody else around? Museum buddies? No. Just me.
Let's get him moved, then. Nick, no, we can't.
We have to tell someone.
The police. They need to know, even if it was self-defence.
You're right. We COULD do that.
But the way I see it...
is if some smart bastard was trying to do me
and he got what was coming to him, then all bets are off.
Fair's fair, see?
We found this together, you and me.
So we split it 50-50. All declared legally, mind.
But we don't need any complications.
Just you, me, Annie.
These young ones disappear all the time.
Especially if they're about to get hitched.
Cold feet, and... off they jolly well fuck.
Thailand, somewhere like that. Never hear from them again.
Ain't no bugger digging here.
Not while the two of us are above ground.
Swing a left!
Here we are!
Home again! Let's go and see your room.
So, we're getting it all back? Mm.
Forensic accountants verified it was all taken from the company.
It turns out Jack had a few wins in the casino.
Actually made a small profit. Go on, Jack!
Oh!
Still no word from Ashley? No, nothing.
What is it they call it nowadays, when someone just disappears?
Ghosting. That's right, isn't it?
Yep. Mm-hm.
Suits me. New job, fresh start.
I just wanna forget all about it.
OK. Yeah, yeah. I'll have one of those.
Is this it? That's it.
I'm gonna head back home.
If you're gonna be late, I'll leave your dinner out.
What is it? Well, it's Friday, so... lasagne.
Course! Ooh, lovely. Thanks, love.