Presence of Snowgood, The (2025)

[bunniefuu]

Robert!

Robert, for pity's sake, let's hold for

a moment!

We're too far for them to catch us now.

How do you know they haven't been following

us? [Sound of distant g*n fire]

They may have been coming from the church.

Father Brendan was right

when he said it wouldn't be

long before the pirates got here.

With all the raids going up the coast.

Yes he said the church would be the first

place they would come to

and that we must not let the crown fall

into their hands.

Otherwise England will be lost.

So come, let's get a move on.

But we've been going for ages.

Did he at least tell you where he wants it

buried, just like you said to the others?

At the giant tree, just pass the Foreways.

But you must not tell anyone where it is.

Michael and Peter have also sworn

to keep their hiding place secret.

Come.

Wait for me.

The Foreways.

Just like Father Brendan said.

Look!, there's the tree.

He told us to bury it by the root

good and deep.

You know it's real honour.

That us Hagar's have the task of hiding

this crown.

Let's just hope none of the crowns are

found.

Come on Beth,

let's go to the old Jacob's farm.

We should be safe there.

[Dear Mr Knightley.]

[Having obtained your details]

[from an old family friend, ]

[I'm writing to you with a proposition.]

[I'm the wife of Doctor Blackman.]

[He disappeared last year in Snowgood]

[whilst on a short solo break.]

[You may have read about it in the press.]

[Whilst there he befriended]

[a gentleman called Peter Rattlebone, ]

[an amateur archeologist, ]

[who also went missing at the same time.]

[Apparently Mr Rattlebone had found some

old maps]

[in a local antique shop]

[that showed the whereabouts]

[of an ancient hidden Saxon crown.]

[The police have closed]

[the investigation into the

disappearances, ]

[concluding no foul play.]

[According to various locals, both men]

[had been drinking heavily in the village

pub]

[and then had gone down to the nearby

beach]

[for a night-time swim.]

[The police decided]

[that they must have got into difficulty

and drowned.]

[I'm very doubtful of the police

conclusion]

[as my husband didn't even drink.]

[So I'm writing to see if you'd run]

[a private investigation on our behalf.]

[You also might like to know that]

[another man went missing 12 years before,

in Snowgood.]

[Frederick Osgood, ]

[also an amateur archeologist.]

[We'll pay substantially for your

services.]

[Yours sincerely, Dolores Blackman.]

[P.S. more information]

[will follow in due course, should you

accept, ]

[including where my husband's friend]

[thought the crown might be found, ]

[although the exact whereabouts are

unclear.]

[sound of phone ringing and type writer

keys]

Molly, can you pop in

here a moment, please?

Righto Guv. Coming!

Yes Guv?

Can you dig out the file from the Snowgood

case, from about a year ago.

And find the coroner's report?

And while your at it,

give the chaps in records a bit of a chase.

I asked for some information a couple of

weeks ago.

Wasn't that case closed Sir?

You've a good memory, Molly.

Yes. It was.

I just want to check something.

Thanks Molly.

It's me.

Yes.

Something's not right.

I think the case is being reinvestigated.

Yes, of course I still have it.

But I'm only going to destroy it

when you cough up what you've promised.

Snowgood, half a mile!

[Tyres screech]

Jesus!

What the hell are you doing?

I could have k*lled you.

You alright?

Do you want a lift to the village or

something?

What the hell were you thinking?

If you want a lift,

just stand at the side of the road with

your thumb out like everyone else.

Turn back or die

like the others.

[Tyres screeching]

Get out Now!

[Drivers door opens]

I said

Get out!

What the hell!

[Breathing heavily]

Did that really happen?

Mary Harvey, 1860.

Good evening, sir. You must be

Mr. Knightley.

We've been expecting you.

Oh, yes, I am. Thank you.

I'm Abigail Harvey, the owner of the hotel.

But call me Abigail.

You look wet through.

Come, sit by the fire.

I'll show you to your room in a minute.

Thank you, that'll be lovely. Call me John

by the way.

I'd rather keep my side of things more

formal, if you don't mind.

Please, sir.

OK. Fair enough.

Who's the imperious

looking old woman in the corner, then?

Oh that, family portrait.

That's my great Aunt Mary, many times over.

She lived here

back when this hotel was a grand house.

My family owned a gunpowder factory

here back in Napoleonic times,

when Mary was a little girl.

Did our bit for King and country.

Blimey, this place has seen some history.

Abigail,

when I first made my booking here,

you seemed uncertain as to whether the two

men

who went missing in Snowgood

last year actually stayed here.

Did I?

Well,

that's because I don't know anything about

it.

My father, Arnold took the booking.

You're in room four sir.

Upstairs, end of the corridor, on the

right.

Breakfast at 7.30 suit you?

[distant sound of thunder]

Ok!

[seagulls crying]

[sound of laughter from women on next

table]

Oh. Thank you.

You mentioned last night

you had no recollection

of the two men who stayed.

You know, the two men that disappeared last

year?

I mean you must have known them, you must

have spoken to them?

As I said last night, sir,

my father dealt with them.

I was in the kitchen.

I've only just taken over the running of

the hotel you see.

Since my father died earlier in this year.

Oh, good God, I'm sorry, I had no idea.

Forgive me!

It's okay, sir.

You weren't to know.

Well, we did talk a little bit about the

two men.

And to be honest, sir,

if you drank as much as they did,

well, tragic accidents will happen. I

mean, taking a swim on a stormy night.

What can you expect?

You really think that's what happened? I

mean

I don't think the doctor was a drinking

man.

Well, that's what the police thought, and I

think they're right.

Our own policeman, Sergeant Finch,

saw them drinking down the pub.

And if you can't believe

him, who can you believe?

The village needs to move on, Mr Knightley.

Such events are bad

for business, however tragic.

And if you want to get to the village by

foot,

take the path up at the hotel entrance.

Yeah.

Thanks.

[mysterious girls laughter]

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

I just didn't see you there.

The name's Anton, by the way.

Anton Bartholomew

I own the local antique shop,

although some call it junk shop.

Is this your first time in the village?

It's perfectly alright, Mr. Bartholomew.

Yes, it's my first time.

Actually, it's Doctor Bartholomew.

I'm so sorry I didn't realize.

I'm just kidding.

I was the local doctor here,

but I retired a few years ago.

You know, it's much easier

looking after old relics

that don't move or complain.

They do drag you back from time to time.

But tell me, are you staying here for a

while?

Oh, just a few days.

I'm actually here to investigate

the disappearance of two men in the village

last year.

Ah, yes. Such a terrible business,

real shame I never met the men.

Of course, but now the police

have closed the investigation,

there won't be much for you to go on.

I was led to believe,

by the family of one of the disappeared men

that you told the police you'd seen them

drinking heavily in the village pub.

That is, of course,

if you were the only retired

doctor in the village at the time.

In fact, I think one of them

might have even visited your shop.

They did mention a

legend associated with the village.

Something to do with three crowns that,

I think Doctor Blackman had told them

about.

It's three Saxon crowns that

were buried in the early 1700s,

around the time of Good King George.

Buried out there somewhere.

But where?

Nobody knows.

They were never found.

We hold a ceremony every year to remember

the life of William Hagar,

the last protector of the Crown,

who sadly died a few years ago.

He allegedly knew

where one of the crowns was actually

buried.

The other two crowns

we think have probably been lost forever.

Do you really think there's no truth?

I mean, it seems to attract a lot of

amateur treasure hunters.

Oh, no, no, no,

the ceremony is just a fun thing, really.

By chance, we're actually holding a

ceremony

this afternoon in our church at 3:00.

You must come along.

We do try and keep William alive, so to

speak.

Anyway, I must go.

I've got a few errands to run

before I open the junk shop. Good day to

you.

[phone ringing]

Snowgood Police station.

Sergeant Finch speaking.

How may I help you?

Angus, we need to talk, it's me

[voice on phone]

As Abigail thought, he's a private

detective. [Voice on phone]

He seems to be talking to one of the

mens families. [Voice on phone]

Are you sure the police report you filed

will be enough to [voice on phone]

Just, Just calm down.

It'll be fine.

We'll talk later.

[Sound of dialing a number on a phone]

[sound of door bell tinkling]

Ahhh, here you are.

William Hager, died in 1974,

aged 35.

Loving brother to Alice.

Oh. You didn't have much of a life, did

you?

I wonder what secrets you took with you?

Records have just come back with the extra

Intel on Snowgood

you wanted, Guv.

Loads of stuff on legends and so on.

Oh sorry, Guv.

It's fine now he's going to trial,

but we have to stand our ground.

Thanks, Molly. Just leave it with me.

I know it's going to be difficult.

Hang on a second Jim.

Molly?

Yeah.

You can take the coroner's report back.

Nothing I didn't already know.

Anyway, as I was saying, Jim,

we really had to stand our ground.

[sound of branch snapping]

On your own?

You lost?

If you are,

you might want to be careful which way you

go.

These woods are more dangerous

than you think.

Thank you for the warning,

but I think I'll just be fine.

Tell me what dangers

actually lurk in these woods?

Just be careful here, mister.

People have a nasty habit of vanishing.

Wouldn't want that would we?

I asked you what dangers?

You don't want to know.

[sound of branch snapping]

It's safe to say there's something

not right about this place.

I need a pint.

[sound of blues harmonica playing]

I hope that silly old fool

doesn't give anything away.

He's a loose cannon that one.

We can't trust him to keep his mouth shut.

He'll be fine.

The detective won't find a thing.

Besides, if he does get his hands

on that coroner's report from Brighton

it'll tell him nothing.

Remember how many strings I had to pull

to get the real police report swapped for

mine.

As for the crown?

Well, he'll think it's a silly myth like

everyone else.

Besides, Tim here, paid our guest a

little visit earlier didn't you?

Yeah, he won't be a problem.

Are you sure that police reports been

destroyed?

Not a chance it'll be found.

Oh, I saw to that.

Well, let's keep an eye on him anyway.

And our Anton, he worries too much.

I'll keep an eye on him.

Don't you worry about that.

While I'm at it, I'll make sure

our verger behaves himself as well.

Afternoon, sir.

Good afternoon.

What will it be?

I'll have a pint of pale ale I think

please.

Sure.

Is one of those a cheese roll?

Yep!

I'll have one of those as well thank you.

Be right up!

Sandra? Cheese and chutney, please love.

Thanks.

Thanks.

So you're here on business then?

I don't think I've served you before?

I get to know all my regulars.

Well, I am here on business, I mean.

Tell me who's the chap down there talking

to the policeman.

That's Tim that is.

That's Tim Driscoll.

Local farmhand. Why?

Well,

I just ran into him this morning, that's

all.

Not the nicest of people.

I think you'd probably say.

Yeah, well

That, though.

It's a lovely pint of ale. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

We do our best, and

No, he's not the nicest of

people, you are correct there.

However, he is harmless enough.

Thank you love.

Okay.

Enjoy.

Thank you.

So, you staying at Courthopes then?

Where?

The Crown Hotel, in the village?

Oh, yeah, I am.

Strange place to say the least.

You picked up on that then?

Yeah.

Well,

it's supposed to be haunted, by Mary Harvey

her family lived in the house for

centuries,

and Abigail who you've probably already

met.

Now, she runs it as a sort of I suppose

guesthouse, stroke hotel.

So what line of business you in?

I mean, sorry, if you don't mind me asking.

It's just we don't get that many business

people around here.

I don't mind you asking at all.

I'm just trying to find out if there's any

more

to the disappearance of those two men in

the village.

Last year.

I'm, I'm a private detective.

Oh, really?

Oh, that is impressive.

I've never met a P.I. before.

And so you discovered anything new then?

I mean, other than what was already in the

papers?

It was a terrible business, by the way.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

The place was swarming with coppers.

Sorry. No offense.

No, no offense taken, don't worry.

No, no leads at all.

I think they were looking for

some kind of hugely valuable Saxon crown.

Some kind of treasure

that William Hagar was supposed

to be guarding before he died.

Well, that's the story right?

Now William, he was an odd one.

He was, what do you call it,

a bit of a loner.

Kept himself to himself.

Mind you, he was a very nice man

once you got to know him.

Anyway, some say that he has not even died,

that he still walks the streets of

Snowgood. [Barmaid speaks quietly]

It's all a bit, you know, spooky.

But errr

Well I know he did die.

Because I was at his funeral.

Right. Right.

There you have it.

But he died of TB, believe it or not.

It was a really miserable end.

TB in this day and age.

Of TB?

Gosh!

You must have known him well though, right?

I mean, I think I saw you this morning

putting flowers on his grave.

Yes. You did.

He was a friend once.

A close friend.

Miss, can I get the bill, please?

Sure.

Thank you.

Please just call me Lyn.

I imagine I'll be serving you again.

Oh, I hope so.

Listen,

There's something that is not quite right

here.

It just doesn't all add up.

What the Bill?

No!

The men who vanished.

It's just a bit bloody strange.

That's all.

Do you know

about the ceremony

in the church this afternoon?

The Society Of The Crown. I do.

Your esteemed ex local GP told me all about

it.

I think I'll go along. My name's John by

the way.

Oh, good.

Thank you John.

I will see you there then.

I'll see you later then.

Thank you Lyn. Keep the change by the way.

Thank you.

[Girl's laughter in the wood]

Oh Christ!

I'm sorry I didn't see you there.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Thank you.

I'm fine. Yes.

I just bumped into someone I thought I

recognized.

He gave me a bit of a fright, that's all.

William.

Don't worry.

He means you no harm.

He only wants you to leave for your own

good.

So you saw him?

I mean, you know him. Who is William?

Know him? Oh, yes.

If you don't go looking for you know what?

You will be fine.

I'm Alice, by the way.

What?

Alice?

Alice, wait.

I need to ask you something.

[Alice laughing]

[Phone ringing]

Hello?

Hey, Mike. Good of you to call.

It's your lucky day.

New information has recently come to light

from another source.

Some old documents

have just been donated to another nearby

parish office

by relatives of a previous vicar.

They include information on Snowgood

Church.

I've just been handed the file.

Go on. [Voice on phone]

One document

clearly shows that back in the early 1700s,

the church priest

at the time gave three families the task of

hiding

and protecting three Saxon crowns,

one per family.

Pirate raids were a problem then.

Is there any mention of the names of the

families involved.

We can just make out the names

of "Barth" something "Mew".

Definitely Harvey.

And what looks like.

Hagar.

Really, is there more?

It goes on to say that two of the families

lost their crowns.

The third crown, guarded

supposedly by the Hagar family,

is still out there somewhere.

What? It's interesting.

So the legend is actually true then. Carry

on.

One of the crowns that was lost around

the early 1800s

was thought to have been stolen

and melted down.

The Bartholomew's never forgave themselves.

Second crown lost around the same time

was in more tragic circumstances.

It appears it caused the drowning of three

out of five of the Harvey family children

after they attempted to rescue the Crown

from an eroded cliff face

that fell away into the sea.

Mary Harvey and her younger brother were at

the home

at the time when it happened.

She remained in the house

until her death in the 1870s.

Fascinating. Is there any mention of

William Hagar?

Parish records stop at about 1940,

but a certain William Hagar

is shown to be the only surviving

living relative of the Hagars' left in

Snowgood.

Assuming he's still alive.

Oh, and get this [voice on phone]

there was an exorcism [voice on phone]

that took place at the Harvey's house

to try and send the soul of Mary

Harvey to final rest.

It doesn't say if it was successful or not.

Yeah. Thanks, Look Mike.

The thing is, Hagar died 13 years ago,

right?

Interestingly, the information I receive

from.

Blackman's wife says that the chap who

vanished

not long after Hagar's death in 74,

and Blackman and his friend Rattlebone

last year were all looking for the Crown.

But the local police report

that was handed into the coroner's office

makes absolutely no mention of it.

Blackman actually wrote to his wife

on the morning of his disappearance.

He was worried,

I think, about what the locals thought

he and his friend were up to.

But they said he may have found something,

he even detailed,

where it might be and a possible

hiding place, I guess.

I thought I might go and take a look in

some of the woods later on.

The ones that are mentioned in the letter.

Really, well just be careful John,

remember, you need to look after yourself.

I'll call you back later [voice on phone]

There might be something more I have to

tell you. [Voice on phone]

I'm just not certain yet.

Alright. Intriguing?

Thanks, Mike.

Hiding place of the crown.

And to preserve the legend.

That Snowgood.

Has the honor to uphold.

We also vow

never to use the crowns for our own use,

but only for the good of England.

May the legacy left by William

[Voice fades into background]

Not sure all of you see it that way.

Did I just catch you talking to yourself

then John? First sign you know!

Hello Lyn.

So what do you think to all this then hey?

Where did William Hagar live before he

died?

Yeah, he lived at

what is now Lily Ramsbottom's Farm.

When he died,

his house was unsold

for a good ten years and sort of fell into

wrack and ruin

and sort of became a bit derelict, really.

And then, Lily

and her family came down from London and

took it on.

Mind you, old Tim Driscoll over there.

He wasn't too happy about it.

He's the one we were talking about in the

pub earlier.

Yeah.

He, he worked for Hagar for Oh, I don't

know, from childhood, really.

He practically lived there.

And so when Lily came down,

they had to turf him out.

He was squatting when she got there.

Well, maybe that explains why he's so

unpleasant then.

Are you friends with Lily?

I just thought I might wander up there,

tomorrow morning and ask a few questions.

Yeah, yeah, I know Lily.

Well, yeah.

Yeah, I mean, I don't know.

Do you want me to introduce to you, take

you up there?

I mean, it's not far.

I'll give you a lift if you like.

Actually, as it happens,

I'm not working tomorrow's lunch shift.

What, 9ish?

That would be great. Thanks Lyn. I really

appreciate it.

Is there someone called Alice

who lives in the village?

Not that I can think of. Why?

Well, I swear

I'm being followed by someone who's,

frankly, not very good at hiding

themselves.

Really?

Well, when I started

walking back to the hotel,

I bumped into this young girl,

I don't know, 15, 16, probably.

Said her name was Alice.

She said to me something like,

William Hagar will not hurt you if you

just drop it and go home.

What did this girl look like,

I don't know,

pretty, petite,

dressed in a kind of like 1950s sort of

way.

It can't be!

Actually, I have got to be somewhere.

I've just realized I'm late, so I'm

gonna have to say goodbye.

Hey, Lyn, Lyn! What is it?

This is going to sound really ridiculous,

but the only young girl,

the only Alice I know of in Snowgood.

Who meets your description.

Well, she died over 30 years ago.

What?

What?

What do you mean?

She was, William Hagar's sister.

I mean, I knew her really well.

She was a few years younger than me.

When she was 15, she died of TB.

The same strain of TB that nearly got me.

And I told you before that William also

died of TB. But,

but that was several years later.

It's ridiculous.

It must be somebody else.

[Sound of background applause from crowd]

Anyway, yeah, I will, I'll see you

to mm or row John.

Oh, good evening Mr Knightley. Good day?

Strange day, if I'm honest.

Abigail, what can you tell me about

William Hagar?

Did you know him?

What was he like?

Total wastrel.

Oh, is that the time? I must have cook

prepare supper.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

There's a message for you to call.

Chief Inspector Webb.

He's out tonight, but call him mid morning.

Okay.

[Knocking at the door]

[Even louder knocking at the door]

Who's there?

Who are you?

Do you need to ask me something?

Oh, come on, what are you doing?

There's no one there John.

There's no one there.

[Loud scream]

Morning!

Did you get a good night's sleep?

Not seen any more of my old, dead school

chums have we?

Not really.

And no.

Oh it's like that then is it?

Shall I shut up? Yeah.

Alright, come on, let's get in.

It's not far.

Just a couple of minutes up the road.

Lyn?

How well do you know Sergeant Finch?

What Finchy? Well, it's no secret.

He's not the easiest of men to like.

He's, well,

I've known him for years, you know?

I mean, he's like most people.

Once you get to know him, he's alright.

Thick as thieves and his mates at the pub.

Unfortunate turn of phrase for a policeman.

Do you think they might know more about the

disappearance

of these men than they're letting on?

Well, do you think

William Hagar might be involved?

Ay?

You're making it sound as if

you think William might still be alive.

What do you think it might be? I mean, a

headstone means nothing.

What?

No, no, I mean, how can he be?

I should know I was at the funeral.

Look, it's

no secret that William was obsessed

with the whole Crown legend thing.

But even if it did exist, does.

Whatever.

It's lost now, isn't it?

It's gone forever.

William is dead.

And I know that the society harp on

about keeping the crown safe

and everything, but

it's all just very nonsense, isn't it?

I mean, it might be good for tourism,

but that's about it,

You're not thinking

that William might actually help them

find the crown, are you?

I mean, that might be a bit tricky.

Seeing as he's six feet under.

Yeah, true.

Lyn look, are you sure you're happy helping

me with this?

I don't want you getting upset, and I

really don't

want you getting into danger

if things are not You know not what they

seem.

I do agree that

there is something a bit fishy.

There's something not quite right,

but I honestly don't think

it has got anything to do with my boss

or his mates.

I mean, have you seen them?

They're too stupid, for starters.

All talk and no trousers

and as for Sergeant Finch.

I've known him a long time.

Yeah, he's a rough diamond.

[Sound of branch snapping behind]

But I can't believe he's

rotten though

I mean, I think I'd have had an inkling, by

now.

[Distant girls laughter]

I've know him for so many

John!

[Girls laughter]

Where do you keep running off to?

It's nothing Lyn. Seriously.

It's nothing, okay.

Go on, let's go.

Yeah, oh look, there's Lily, I'll introduce

you.

Hi Lily!

Pleased to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

Lyn! Good to see you again.

I must pop, down to the pub for a catchup.

It feels like it's been ages.

It has been too long.

Call me John, by the way.

And, look, thanks,

both of you, for agreeing to meet like

this.

I really appreciate it.

What can we do to help?

Now, I know you want to talk about William

Hagar.

I do, I just want to know

anything you can tell me about him.

Well, as you know, he died

ten years before we moved onto the farm.

It is weird, though,

because I still feel

his presence on the farm.

It's like he's never left.

Probably something to do with the fact

Oh Lily, what are you like? You're as bad

as the others.

Something to do with what, Lily?

Oh it's nothing.

Mum, you're being weird again.

It's just you and your imagination.

Oh, I suppose so

but as for that, Tim Driscoll,

the bloke that worked for Hagar.

What about him?

Well, proper thug if ever there was one.

Do you know he was squatting on the farm

when we bought it?

I told him to get lost,

but he just keeps coming back

and watching us.

Oh, Sergeant Finch seems to do absolutely

nothing about it.

You've seen him haven't you Fred?

Yeah. Nasty piece of work.

I think he's alright.

You know, they were great friends.

They practically grew up together.

I bet he just misses the old times.

I do get it though.

That you can't just have him marching onto

your land whenever he feels like it.

Maybe so.

Look, I don't suppose either

of you saw anything strange around here

last year when the two men disappeared, did

you?

No, nothing?

Oh, one of the men did pay us a visit

though, didn't he?

And he was asking about Hagar.

I mean, just like you are.

I just think It's really sad those two men

just vanishing like that.

Their poor families.

It is.

It is sad.

Look, I think I've taken up enough of your

time.

Thank you both very much.

And if anything else occurs to you,

if you think of anything that might be

relevant, would you let me know.

I'm staying in the village at The Crown.

Yeah, of course.

[Sound of typing]

You're not going to believe this.

But someone in my office has been arrested

for hiding the official Brighton police

report.

The one that went missing,

before the coroner's court could convene

that meant they only had the local police

report to go on.

Which, as we know now is complete tosh.

We're questioning her now, but she hasn't

said anything yet.

Get this, it was Molly Cheeseman of all

people.

What! Surely not. I got her promoted.

Why and how did you find out?

Silly woman raised suspicions yesterday

when she started buying things

that were way above her pay grade.

She was then seen yesterday

by a couple of my team

taking files out the back of her car and

into her house.

When asked what the files were,

she told them to mind their own business,

but they managed to retrieve the files

before she got rid of them.

And guess what? They contained the original

Snowgood report.

Bloody hell Mike, what was she doing?

She must have had some connection

with someone who doesn't want the truth

to come out about what happened to those

missing men.

What does the file say?

The file insists

that the case was not conclusive

and should not be closed.

It also links the earlier Fredrick Osgood

case

to Blackman and Rattlebone.

The Brighton Police report quite rightly

states, there's more to it.

Too bloody right there is!

Be careful John.

Whatever the men were looking for

has real value.

I think there are some

who will commit m*rder to

stop people getting their hands on it.

Keep this under wraps at the moment.

If that's alright?

I'm not officially allowed to help you,

but if needs be, I'll send backup.

Thanks Mike, I owe you one.

And I will as I get more information,

I'll let you know.

But seriously, it's great to know my old

colleagues have my back.

Although to be honest, I'm not quite sure

how,

under wraps my investigation has been so

far.

I'm being followed by what I think

must be a local journalist.

Probably, after a story for the local rag.

He's got reporter written all over him.

Well let me know if I can do anything.

John.

Thanks, Mike. Bye.

[Sound of pips on phone]

Can I help you?

Well yes, as a matter of fact, I was

wondering

if you had any actual record of William

Hagar's burial.

Why? I mean, you are standing in front of

his grave.

I'm just interested that's all. I'm

looking into the disappearance

of two holidaymakers in the

village last year.

I thought you might know something about

it.

So you're the private detective.

Anyway, what could I tell you

that the police didn't already know?

True. How do you know I was a private

detective, by the way?

I mean friends in the society tell you?

Now, look, I really need to be getting on.

Mr Mr?

Knightley!

It was awful what happened to those two

men, quite frankly.

We all just want to try and move away from

it, if we can, as a community.

And this silly legend and the belief

that the crowns must be protected at all

cost

and may have something to do

with the disappearances,

well, it's just senseless

You see, that is interesting.

You see, recently unearthed

documents would suggest different.

And I have no recollection

of the legend of the Three Crowns

being associated with the disappearances at

all.

What documents?

I mean, what have you been told?

You should stay out of things that don't

concern you.

What?

I'll talk to you later.

Oh no, not again!

[Sound of thunder and rain]

And the rain!

Alice!

I told you,

if you carry on, you'll wind up like the

others.

Are you William's sister?

Be careful John Knightley.

These people mean you harm, William

doesn't.

But he must do what he's told

until he is free.

Only when someone he trusts

can take on the burden, or it is destroyed,

can he truly be free from the oath

he swore that even binds him in death.

You can help him by destroying it.

But how? How?

Find it and do what is necessary

before it is too late.

Especially for you.

Neither he nor I can destroy it.

It is now a curse to him.

He can never truly die.

Help him! John Knightley.

My God!

But be careful.

Mary will not understand

if you harm the crown,

even if it is the only way that she can be

free.

[help him, John Knightley]

[Help him]

God did that really happen?

I've got something to tell you.

Hagar is buried on my farm.

What?

Yes, the grave at the graveyard is empty.

Some of the locals, they put it there

to stop potential treasure hunters

coming to my farm

and digging him up, looking for Saxon

treasure.

If he was buried

at the graveyard, then they believe that no

one

would ever try and dig him up.

Oh, of course, it's all down to the

society.

I've only just recently found out myself

when I was clearing some undergrowth.

What are they up to?

And you can imagine how shocked I am.

My God, this is news.

Well, I reported it to Angus Finch.

He told me to keep it quiet

for the good of the village.

I agreed of course,

but I feel really uneasy about it.

For every now and again

the society, they meet at the graveside.

I keep well away,

what do you think they're doing.

I don't know,

But I'm damn well going to find out!

[Phone ringing]

Hello?

It's me.

David.

I think he's getting closer to the truth.

He may even find it.

The crown?

I have to go.

David!

David?

Wait a minute.

I know you.

You're No it can't be.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm just cleaning, sir.

Will you be staying for supper tonight? Or

will you be leaving?

What?

You can decide later.

I swear I had more.

Hi. Yeah, Mike Webb, please.

Thanks.

Mike.

Hey. Yeah.

Yeah, fine, fine.

Listen, how quickly

can you get here with an exhumation order

for William Hagar?

What? That fast?

That's great, how come?

Wait, another file found in Molly's flat?

All of them.

Every report has been changed.

Yeah.

Look, Mike, here's the thing.

Hagar is not buried in the cemetery as he

should be.

How the hell did all these people

find out about this so quickly?

It doesn't matter though, it's not going

to effect what we find.

Davey, get the digger ready.

Put it down there.

Let it down.

Yeah.

Good.

It's William Hagar.

Oh, well, at least that's what it says on

the bracelet.

To my son William.

From your loving mother, Beatrice.

Satisfied, Knightley?

Done your job!

You've dug up Hagar.

You haven't heard the last of this.

Thanks for today, Mike.

Thanks for coming all the way over.

I know it's a big favour to ask.

How quickly

do you think the pathologist is going to be

able to I.D.

the body?

It'll be at least a couple of weeks.

Oh God.

You told me John, that Hagar died of TB.

Looking at that chap's skull,

it seems to me he died of something

much more violent.

Yeah.

I mean,

yes, he died of TB, but,

to be honest,

I don't know what's going on here.

Are you alright John?

You not overdoing it, are you?

It's not going to be a recurrence of

You know what?

Those pills won't do all the work.

You need to avoid some stress.

Or you're going to go over the top or

worse.

Look, Mike, seriously.

I'm fine, alright.

Alright, well, you must take it easy.

You let me know if there's

anything that you find.

I'll get back to you as quickly as I can.

As soon as we know the identity of that

body.

And if you should happen to

literally dig up any information

about the crown, that seems to be at the

heart

of what we're doing here,

you let me know.

But for now,

you should get back to the hotel and rest

up.

And that's an order.

Thanks, Mike.

John, can I have a word?

Look, I

I just wanted to say sorry

for deceiving you.

It's just my boss, well all of them.

They've just been so desperate to keep

William's

resting place a secret.

You've done a pretty good job of fooling

me.

And you shut Lily up this morning

pretty quickly when she tried to tell me.

But it's not as simple as you say.

Until we identify who that is in that

coffin.

Actually, I just want to say I'm sorry,

alright?

I know I should have trusted you.

Listen,

actually I've got something that might be a

help.

The Society

are going to be meeting here, later

tonight,

well just to discuss what to do

as everyone knows now that William's

not at the cemetery.

Well, I just thought it might be useful.

You know, if you were to be

a fly on the wall, so to speak.

You know, I mean, you never know.

You might learn something.

Thanks, Lyn.

Yeah, I might just do that. Although

Why they all want to come here

in the dead of night and stand around

William Hagar's empty grave

I can only imagine.

Listen, John, erm,

there is one thing I've been thinking that

if you do decide to come along later,

can you,

can you just not mention it

to any of the villagers?

Why?

Do you know, I think we owe it to the

society

just to keep a lid on things.

Just until they've worked out

how to move forward.

Now that everybody's going to know that.

William's been dug up.

I just think it'd be a kindness, you know.

Anyway, I have to go.

But I'll catch you later. Alright.

John!

[Ghostly girls voice]

You've not looked closely enough.

Dig, John. Dig!

Wait.

Wait, don't go!

[Sound of spade hitting grave floor]

Oh my!

Both of you!

Buried under Hagar's coffin.

Very clever.

Right.

I'm gonna cover you up, gents,

I'm afraid.

[Sound of typing]

So you're sure he'll come along tonight?

He will.

Just got to make sure he doesn't have any

back-up with him, that's all.

That friend of his, what's his name

again?

Webb?

Is it?

He could be back at any minute.

Spoken to old your old boyfriend lately?

You know, ghost boy?

Asking him for the keys to the castle, so

to speak?

Aren't you funny!

You know full well he doesn't talk to us.

How can he, he's dead.

We have, however,

seen his spirit a few times,

in spite of what you might think.

And we know that he's doing our bidding.

Well, we hope he's

doing our bidding by keeping the crown safe

for us,

but he don't actualy speak to us.

He's hardly gonna tell us where it is now

is he?

You honestly believe that his spirit guards

that crown?

All that mumbo jumbo

about the power of life and death that

crown holds.

Yeah, your as bad as that idiotic brother

of yours, Roger.

Do you really think that apparition we see

from time to time is William,

come back from the grave to do our dirty

work?

When are you all going to get it in your

thick skulls that he's not dead?

He's grave was empty, for Christ sakes.

When we dropped that archeologist in there

all them years ago,

there was nothing there.

Although looking at him

You'd probably think he was dead.

He's just a psycho.

Luckily on our side.

What if he really has come back from the

dead?

What if

What if all he wants to do

is just keep his promise

like he made all those years

ago and keep the crown safe?

What, then?

Look, I've read up on all of this stuff.

If we take it away from him,

he's got nothing left.

He can't

He can't really pass over properly.

Well, not until it's destroyed anyway.

And by the way,

will you not be rude about my brother

again, please?

It's thanks to him that you're working

your poxy office station from here. Not

down in Kingston like you should be.

Don't think of trying anything funny Lyn.

You want the wealth that crown will bring

as much as the rest of us.

You know it's worth over a million quid.

And that would be really handy for all of

us.

Yeah, well, what about Anton and Abigail?

Well, they don't want to sell it. They want

to keep it hidden.

Rubbish!

All that crap about restoring family

honour.

When they see the pound notes,

they'll be only too happy to toe the line.

As for Abigail thinking

that while getting rid of the crown she'll

get rid of Mary Harvey.

Like you think you can send lover boy to

eternal peace.

Mary Harvey does not exist.

Yes, I'll admit there's something strange

about that place.

That affects people's minds.

But honestly, Mary Harvey?

Even If she was real,

I'm sure she wouldn't want to be got rid

of.

Abigail might have a bit of a shock trying.

Do you know something?

I don't even know why I took up with you.

Your just a b*stard aren't you!

The history I have on you Lyn Belchor.

You'd be lucky not to do 15 years

running that club,

even if it was all those years ago.

My mates in Brighton would love to talk to

you.

So stop your whining!

Stop telling me you want the crown to

release spooky boy.

You really are stupid.

[Sound of dead phone line]

Damn it!

Abigail, what the hell are you doing?

But never mind.

The phone in my room is dead.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry, sir, the whole village is down.

There's a problem with the line a couple of

miles

away at Kingston.

It won't be up again until tomorrow

morning I'm afraid at the earliest.

Christ!

Will you be needing supper tonight, sir.

Abigail, you lying

Oh God! I've left it too late.

This is hopeless.

[Sound of branch snapping]

Wait.

Wait a minute.

By the

By the Foreways.

A large fallen tree just off the path

Dolores, you clever girl.

Here we are.

Right you're here somewhere, I know you

are.

Tree, fallen tree, just off the path.

You are here somewhere.

This is crazy.

This is crazy.

It's like looking for a needle in a

haystack!

I'm not even sure the needle is even here.

Oh, God!

So everything's in order for tonight, is it

Abigail?

You know, once we have him and all that?

All is in hand.

Mary is very active at the moment.

She seems to know that that detective is a

real threat.

Exposing us all will put the crown in a

really vulnerable position.

Mark my words, by the time she's finished

with him,

he will have lost his mind. We won't need

to do anything.

And Anton says that without

his pills is a dead man.

And the others? Are they ready?

I think so, I just saw

Tim cutting the line.

Although, I only just stopped Knightley,

putting a call through earlier.

[Sound of door opening]

We may have a problem.

Why? What's happened?

Oh, I just seen someone that, looked like

you know, one of the men that we had, you

know

When was this?

This morning.

Oh, why are you only just telling us now?

Because I thought I must have been

mistaken.

But on thinking about it.

It was him!

Who?

Blackman!

Oh, don't be ridiculous. He's dead. You

know he is.

And?

I mean, being dead doesn't seem to make

much difference in this village anymore.

William, I don't know what your

friends in Snowgood told you,

but those men

I don't think they're trying to protect the

crown at all.

I think that

they want to keep it for themselves.

I think they're using you.

It's here isn't it?

The crown, it's here.

[Sound of dead phone line]

[Sound of phone slammed down]

[Sound of old time swing dance music]

[Sound of dog barking outside]

[Sound of dog barking outside]

[dog barking]

[Woman's laughter in background]

[Sound of nails screeching down glass]

[Womans ghostly voice]

Leave the crown alone!

Leave it!

Hello?

Hello Jane, it's me.

It's me.

I don't quite know what's happening at the

moment,

but I keep, I keep seeing things,

and hearing things.

Yeah, yeah,

no, I don't I don't know, but I'm just

not

I'm not in a very good place at the moment

and I need you here.

Could you, could you come and see me, I

really need you here?

Thank you Jane Bye.

Oh Mother Earth and all you Saxon gods.

Bring your brother William Hagar to us.

And the Crown of all England.

Rid us from those

who will take the crown from us

and destroy our society.

Which only

[Voice fades into background]

Help William Hagar to understand

that we only

[Voice fades into background]

Christ Lyn!

Sorry. We closed early. What's going on?

God, Christ knows what they're up to.

Your brave. No Coat?

Yeah. Left it in the car.

I was rushing to get here.

Regretting it now, though.

I'm bloody freezing.

I don't know what they're doing.

I, Roger Hopeman,

do swear as one of the founding families

of Snowgood, to help this group

protect the crown.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Hello? Show yourselves.

Is anyone there?

Who's there? Show yourselves.

[Scream]

It's ok, it's me, Anton. What happened to

you?

You okay?

It was Hagar. It was Hagar! He was here!

Oh, well,

if it was him,

look what he's left behind.

I don't believe it, it's the crown!

Why? Why?

Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

He finally trusts us to either hide it

or make sure it's never found again.

Was that really Hagar?

It means I'm not going mad.

Other people can see him.

He's real.

Only then will he finally pass over.

God, you lot

are pathetic.

All these talk about ghosts.

Hagar's not dead. He's just bloody good

at hiding.

He believes we're going to keep it

[Laughing]

But what about our agreement?

We promised to keep it safe.

Alive or dead it was Hagar who k*lled all

those people

to save the crown from being found.

All we did was clear up his mess.

Then shove all those bodies in the grave.

Anyway,

we all know how much that crown's worth.

But do our family pledges

mean nothing to any of you?

Not to my bank manager they don't

[Laughter]

Alright. I've heard enough

I'm going back to the hotel to get the car.

I'm going to go for help.

It's never, ever found again

Well done Lyn, looks like our plan worked.

Oh, this is madness!

Pity, I quite liked him really.

But this is crazy.

The police will be back soon.

They collected a body, remember?

Oh, relax.

As you said, a night in the cellar

with no pills and he'll be dead

in the morning anyway.

Massive heart attack.

That's what the police will conclude.

And if they do identify

that body they took away

and even find the other two underneath

the coffin,

what will it prove, Hagar's alive out

there committing murders at will.

Well, I suppose so, but,

but what happens when Hagar

finds out he's been tricked?

None of us are going to be safe.

Hagar is gone!

He's not coming back. Alright?

For gods sake, get him back to Abigail's

place.

Hagar?

No! Lyn, what have you done?

Where am I?

What are you gonna do to me?

Well, we've taken

you back to your hotel, Mr Knightley.

To, shall we say, one of the less

comfortable rooms.

You won't be needing these anymore.

Oh, Lyn.

I'm sorry John, really I am.

Oh, it's nothing personal.

[Loud knocking at door]

I've seen your little ceremony Anton

and I know you don't want any of this,

but you've got to do something.

I saw it all, and I watched Knightley

be dragged away.

Oh, where are they taking him?

Mum, you've got to calm down.

Lily, wait.

Please, I can explain.

Explain? Explain what?

I knew something was going on

when I heard the rumours.

Oh, what have I done?

They've taken him back to the hotel.

Oh, we've got to call the police.

But we can't.

They've cut the lines to the village.

But we've got to do something.

We can't just leave him.

[Loud thumping at the door]

[distant banging]

[Woman's faint laughter]

[distant banging]

Who is it?

Is that anybody?

He's here.

[Help him!]

Come on.

We've got no time to lose.

We must help.

Now Anton!

And bring the pills he needs.

[Sound of banging]

Who is it?

[Sound of banging]

[banging]

You! I told you to go!

[Woman's laughter]

Leave him alone Mary!

[Ethereal ghostly loud whisper]

Alice?

Thank god!

Help me, please.

[faint snoring]

Oh my god! What are we doing?

Lyn?

Has Lyn been in?

No, why, I thought she was with you.

What's going on, had a row?

Mistreating my sister again,

have you, Sergeant?

She just got up and ran out.

Don't worry, it's fine, she'll be back.

You know what she's like.

Probably been to see Abigail's hotel guest.

Just sit down.

You lot k*ll me.

As if Mary Harveys ghost or whatever's

going to finish him off.

Think what a stress he's had over the past

few days.

And having no pills left.

He'll be dead by the morning anyway.

Found dead in his hotel room.

Another tragic but explainable death.

Keeping it hidden I see?

Oh, Sandra, what are you doing up?

Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you boys, I

couldn't sleep,

I just came down for cuppa.

[Scream]

[Sound of screaming and violent activity]

[Sound of woman weeping]

Where the bloody hell did you go?

I've been to see Abigail, at Courthopes.

Angus! What happening?

No! No!

Roger?

Roger.

Roger!

Roger!

My guess is in the cellar. You know, out of

the way.

But surely we should wait until the morning

when we can get help.

For pity's sake, Anton!

We need to help him now!

Although how we get into the cellar?

I've no idea.

We can't just march in to the hotel

and look for the entrance. Even if it is

1:00 in the morning.

We might not have to.

What?

My mate Digby worked here last year for a

bit,

and he told me about this secret entrance

behind the old loos

and it never got sealed off.

And since the proper toilets

got built over a hundred years ago,

everyone's forgotten about it.

Be careful and don't take any chances.

The stairs are so steep.

Slow Down!

Anton! Just wait there.

I'll find him.

But I'll need your help later.

Just stay there.

Oh, yes.

Of course.

Golly, his coat!

He must be here.

[Woman's faint laughter]

There you are!

It's okay. Let's just get you out of here

mate.

Come on.

Come on mate, come on.

Wait there, your coat. Hang-on.

Here we go.

You're alright.

Come on.

[Louder woman's laughter]

Give me a hand!

There's something down here!

Hurry! It's behind me!

Oh my God!

Come on.

Where is he? Where's Freddie?

Freddie!

Wait, get him to the car.

There's no way to get through.

The phone lines are still down?

No, don't contact the local police,

whatever you do.

Finch must not know we're on our way.

With what we know now, I'm concerned John

might be in danger.

I just hope we're not too late.

What do you mean sir?

Well even though the pathologists only got

the body yesterday afternoon,

they've already identified it as that of

Frederick Osgood.

The chap that disappeared in 74?

Crickey! So he was m*rder*d and dumped in

Hagar's grave then sir?

Certainly looks that way.

And with everything that was said at the

exhumation,

I'm concerned John might go that way, too.

Maybe that's what happened to the other two

guys.

But what happened to Hagar?

I've no idea.

Maybe he's not as dead as John says he is.

But a ghost. Really? I don't get that.

Yeah Webb here?

[Responding to radio call]

Oh, as the telephones still aren't working,

I'm going to take a drive into Kingston in

a minute

and see if I can get some help.

Anton. Can you stay here and look after

John?

Oh and Freddie be an angel and make us a

cup of tea, will you?

But, mum, it's already six in the morning

and I haven't even gone to bed yet.

Oh, I'm too exhausted to argue.

Oh, John.

Oh, John.

It's me,

Lily! Listen, you're safe now.

Come on, let's have a look at you.

Get off, I'm alright!

Well, what did they do to you?

Oh, God.

They just left me there with her.

Oh, God, it was in my head.

You're okay, it's alright.

And you've got your pills.

You're gonna be okay.

She's gone.

Oh, God.

I couldn't move.

I couldn't do anything.

If Alice hadn't come, she would have

Alice?

William's sister

she saved me.

Are you sure it was Alice?

You see,

she died over 30 years ago.

Oh, my God!

[Banging at door]

Who is it?

Is anybody here?

[Sound of door slamming]

[Sound of police siren in background]

Open up!

It's the police!

No sign of John.

I've just been to his room.

No Mary, you don't understand.

[voice from other side of door]

Oh, please!

[voice from other side of door]

Sir, quickly!

Just had reports of screams coming from the

village pub!

We'll come back to this later Smith.

Follow me!

Don't let anyone in or out until we return.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

I know what he wants me to do.

Whatever it is, I'm coming with you.

It's the least I can do.

[Sound of police siren]

Oh my God!

Sorry sir, I just had a message on the

Christ!

What the?

It was him.

It was awful.

Who did you see?

Hagar.

He took something from them.

He had to take it home to the farm.

Lily Ramsbottom's, up on the cliffs.

You find him up there?

Was there anyone else here?

Sergeant Finch.

He got away.

And Lyn.

Roger's sister.

She got here just after Hagar left.

But she ran away when she saw what had

happend.

Oh, why did she leave me?

Smith?

Yes sir?

You lot wait here with the ambulance.

Toogood, give me your keys. I'll take your

car up to the farm.

Why is Constable Banks here?

I specifically told him to wait

in the hotel with Jones.

I thought we could use him sir.

We'll sort that out later,

you're not to come unless I radio for help.

Understood?

Yes sir.

Here we are. At the end.

So much trouble for so small a thing.

May you do your duty

to protect and let the souls of William

and Mary rest in peace and release

them from their burden.

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Please!

Please stop that.

Doctor Blackman! It can't be? You're,

you're

Who the hell are you?

Why have you been following me?

Stop! I'm

I'm Doctor Blackman's brother. His twin

brother.

Dolores Blackman. You're her brother in

law?

Yes

I'm sorry. This has to be done.

No, no, no, no!

He's got a g*n John. He's got a g*n!

No, I'm not afraid to use it.

My brother was so hopeless with money.

Dolores and I think this is the right thing

to do.

Just, just hand it over.

Have you really got what it takes to k*ll

us?

Because that is what it's going to take

Surely we can come to some

Mike! Careful, he's got a g*n.

I should imagine he would have John.

See David, he's quite serious about this.

As am I, I'm afraid.

John, you can't imagine how much I need

my share of the value of what's in that

bag.

So you're the family friend

that gave Dolores Blackman my details?

You're not going to get away with this,

Mike.

Your team will be here soon, and then what?

How are you going to explain this?

David and I couldn't get here in time,

Anton tried to finish you off to keep the

crown for himself.

Lies, lies!

Then Hagar, who must still be alive

turned up and pitched both of you over the

edge

and sent the crown after you.

Tragic really.

David and I saw it all from afar.

By the time we got here,

Hagar, or someone who looked like him, had

run off.

We put a manhunt in place for Hagar.

After all we know his grave is empty.

The truth will never be discovered.

The remaining society members

What do you mean remaining society members?

You don't know, do you?

Hagars already finished off two of them.

They'll have no problem believing that he's

finished

you two off as well.

Now back towards the fence please

and make this as painless as possible.

Mike, you don't have to do this.

David, give me that.

Dolores said you might not have the stomach

for it, when it came to it.

Who the devil are you?

Alice, of course.

[Loud terrifying scream]

Blackman, no!

Jesus!

[Sound of police siren in distance]

See you soon, John Knightley.

You might need help on your journey.

Oh, no!

The outgoing tide will have that out to sea

and buried in no time.

Detective Inspector Webb!

I know you said you'd radio sir.

You alright, sir?

Seems your boss is not what he appears to

be.

Webb is as guilty as the rest of them.

He just tried to k*ll me

and the doctor and take the crown,

which is well on its way out to sea by the

way.

Jesus Christ, the boss?

I don't believe it!

Oh, my God!

Oh, and you'll find Blackman

dead on the rocks below.

Banks! You go back to the hotel in

Toogood's car and check on Jones.

Sir.

Guys, I need a favour.

We've got to get back to the farm.

There's something I've got to show you.

Back up will be here in a couple of minutes

and we'll go then.

And we've arrested the verger.

Caught him trying to leave.

Snowgood in that flashy motor of his.

Abigail Harvey is still at the hotel,

locked in her room.

It sounds like she's completely gaga

banging on about Mary or something.

Anyway, we're waiting for reinforcements

to come and break the door down and arrest

her.

Angus Finch is under arrest in hospital,

babbling about how it's all William Hagar.

And he also said the Hagar's responsible

for k*lling Rattlebone and Blackman.

Although where their their bodies are.

Lord only knows.

I can only conclude that William Hagar

must still be alive.

After all, it wasn't his remains, was it?

It was Osgood, the previous archeologist.

Yeah, and Lyn Belchor.

We caught her trying to board the milk

train at Kingston station.

Yeah.

Car broken down, run out of petrol.

Anyway, she's in a right old state.

She's telling us nothing.

Bartholomew, on the other hand,

is telling us everything.

Saying he's being coerced.

So the question

is, where do we find all these other

bodies?

And where's William Hagar?

Right there back in his grave

where the coffin would have lain.

Mother of Jesus!

God, where did that come from?

How do you know sir?

I know, and I'm pretty sure

that the tests will prove that I'm right.

He's finally returned home.

Quest done.

The crown will never be recovered.

So you really do believe in all this ghost

stuff?

Oh, yes.

You'll also find the bodies of Blackman

and Rattlebone about a foot underneath

poor William.

The Society

thought it would make the perfect hiding

place.

Very neat.

Oh my God!

But look guys, I'm

gonna head back to the hotel, get my things

together,

freshen up a bit before I head home.

I'll see you both back there?

Yeah. Did you want a lift, sir?

It's very kind of you, but

no, I think I probably need the walk.

Sir, excuse me.

We found your bag in the woods.

I can drop it off at the hotel for you if

you like.

That would be fantastic.

Thank you, Constable.

Oh, and gentlemen,

I assume you'll be paying

Dolores Blackman a visit?

Yeah, tomorrow, I think sir.

Excellent. I'll see you there.

Down to you

I believe.

Why's it always me!

There you go Constable. Good job.

Thanks.

What a night, eh?

Morning.

Morning sir.

Hello again fellas.

Thanks for popping over Lily.

To be honest, I thought you'd have gone

straight to bed

after last night's fun and games.

I just wanted to see you off

and make sure you're okay.

Thank you.

It's really kind.

I'm going to have a bath.

Get my things together, and I won't be

long.

And I'll leave you all to it.

I just need to get home.

I can wait for you if you like?

I've got nothing better to do today.

Well, apart from sleep.

Thank you

Lily.

Is Harvey still locked in her room?

Yeah, I'm afraid so Sarge.

Just waiting on a battering ram.

It's the only way we're going to get in,

that door is solid.

Gents? Do me a favour

when you finally get her out of there,

will you let me know what she's got to say

for herself.

Yeah, sure.

Thank you.

[Woman's laughter]

[Faint squeak of door handle turning]

You have destroyed it!

[fading heartbeat]

[Woman's laughter]

Oh, Christ!

These damn dreams.

Right.

Alice, what are you doing here?

To thank you for what you did.

My brother is now free.

And to help you on your journey.

I know William is free.

I saw his remains returned to where

they should be.

And what about Mary?

She was angry and she took it out on you.

Although in time

she will pass over to our side

whether she wants to or not.

What do you mean, our side?

John, look in the bathroom.

Something's not right.

Oh, I might have to call you back.

Follow me.

Oh my God!

Mary did this to me.

The crown gone, William saved.

You couldn't stop her doing it, could you

Alice?

It's my time, I understand.

Toogood!

John! John, are you in there?

John?

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

I think he's had a heart attack and drowned

the poor sod.

[Sound of woman shrieking in background]

It's that Harvey woman.

I don't believe it.

[Sound of door creaking open]

Abigail?

It's me.

Lily.

What's happened to you?

Don't think I'm ready to go yet.

I'm not ready.

Noooo!

Can I help you?

Morning Miss

I'm Detective Constable Toogood.

This is my colleague, Detective Sergeant

Smith.

We're looking for a Dolores Blackman.

Does she live here?

Yes, but the police What's going on?

Who might you be miss?

I'm her granddaughter. Why?

What is it dear?

How can I help you?

Mrs Blackman? Would you perchance be

related to a David Blackman at all?

Yes. I was married to his brother.

Look, what's all this about?

I'm afraid Mrs Blackman

there's been an accident

and David Blackman has

God what? What's happened to him?

Is he okay?

Is he alright? Tell me.

I'm afraid Mr Blackman has been k*lled.

We wanted to inform you and ask you to

No!

Oh my God!

I told him to be careful

and not to take any risks.

He didn't listen to me.

He just didn't listen to me.

And now

And now He's such a stupid, stupid

man.

I just don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do and now I've lost

them both.

Mrs Blackman, we'd like to take you down to

the station and ask you a few questions.

Come on.

Don't you touch me!

I can manage by myself.

Don't worry my dear, I'll be back soon.

This is ridiculous.

Please don't forget to feed the cat.

Granny!

Why do you still come here mum?

Poor soul he had no family or friends.

Who else would do it for him?

That's why he's buried here.

No one else claimed him.

Rest in peace John.

You at least deserve that.

His headstone should arrive soon.

Who are they for?

Abigail.

Really? After what she did?

It wasn't her fault.

They made her do it.

She just wanted to see Mary rest in peace.

I'll never forget seeing

the poor woman possessed by Mary's spirit.

It was horrible.

No one could have survived that.

When Abigail died,

Mary passed over.

She over there, come on.

[Woman's ghostly laughter]

[Musical outro song] As I reach out to you

and you appear to me

and as I touch your skin

you adhere to me

we're one and the same

though you're gone you'll remain

you'll never be far

from me

you'll never be far from me

your beautiful face

and I can still trace

and I miss so much

it's only a touch away from me

it's only a touch away from me

and as I look to the stars

you shine through the night.

Oh I wish I was in the sky with you

until the morning