11x04 - Legacies

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♪ Why does a love kiss

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You need the street first on the left, mate.

Cheers. Thanks a lot.

ALF: But if he's a probationer, why's he coming here?

They're usually sent to bigger stations, with more supervision.

It's probably a vote of confidence in you, Ventress.

Me?

I assume you'll want to look after his progress.

- Well... - Good.

Will he need a desk, sarge?

Only we're a bit cramped in here already.

There's no need for you all to congregate in here.

You're beat bobbies, not bell-ringers.

Morning. I'm Nicholson, Sergeant. PHONE RINGS

CRADDOCK: Come through, Nicholson.

- Ashfordly Police Station. - Put your bag there for now.

ALF: It's Lord Ashfordly, for you, sarge.

I'll take it in my office. Make yourself at home, Nicholson.

Lord Ashfordly!

- What is it, Mrs Kellett? - Would you come, please, sir?

Morning, Mrs Parker.

Hello.

It's David, from Scripps Taxis.

Yes, of course.

You called us to come and pick you up, remember?

Yes, but I've forgotten where I wanted to go.

Oh. Shops.

Ah, yes, of course. I'll just slip a coat on.

Oh, you'll need your purse, and your keys,

and your shopping list, Mrs Parker.

Right.

Got your keys and your money?

Yes, in my handbag.

Where is it?

Just a second.

DOOR SHUTS

Just two cells?

PHIL: Yeah.

They must get crowded.

Not really.

You might find it a bit quiet after Scarborough.

Yeah. Right, Scarborough.

Sin City! - Oh, come on.

You must have had mods and rockers kicking over sand castles.

Yeah, true.

So why here, then?

Just following orders.

- That's about it, Tom. - Thanks.

Oh, feel free to look through the files.

Right.

Where do I sit?

Well, this is my desk.

And this is mine.

And that one?

Yeah. Good choice.

Settle yourself in. - Oh, just one more question.

Where's the old...

It's back through there in the cells.

He seems right enough.

Do we know anyone in Scarborough?

I'll make enquiries.

Thank you. Very kind. Thank you.

And you're sure all the pieces were here yesterday?

Positive. I came in to help prepare for the party

and I'd see straight away if anything were missing.

- And the doors were locked? - No.

- Why not? - It's never been necessary.

I see.

Right. Well, could you describe to me the missing objects?

Well, they're sort of carved figures, darkish...

Foreign.

Not very nice, to be honest.

Search me why he wanted to show them off.

Right. I see.

It's not the first time things have gone missing?

No. Lost some pieces after a party a couple of weeks ago.

- You didn't report it? - No, it was a dinner party.

Friends, acquaintances.

Didn't want to offend anyone, and I still don't.

I don't follow.

I don't want you questioning my guests, Craddock.

I just want the items listed and looked out for.

I see. Were the objects valuable?

I've no idea, but they were to me,

because they've been handed down through generations.

So you'll be able to describe them?

Ah.

Carved figures, dark wood, crudely made.

That's it?

If you need some more, have a word with Patrick Mason.

- Patrick Mason? - Yes.

Postgraduate student, up from London.

He's doing a thesis on my family history.

He's been cataloguing my collection,

rootling around in the attic.

DOOR OPENS

You've taken your time.

Oh, well...

I had to take Mrs Parker to t'shops.

As long as you've added the waiting time to her fare.

Oh, well, I would have done, only...

Only what?

- Didn't come back. - Didn't come back?

You mean she...

Yeah.

She... went home on the bus.

You what?

Well, she must have forgotten that I was waiting for her.

David, I'm trying to run a business here.

I can't help it, can I?

Look, just go and ask her for the money.

I can't do that!

Why not?

Because she'll have forgotten that I took her anywhere!

Well, tell her. Go on.

Now! And if she wants to go shopping, do the job properly.

Go shopping with her.

- CRADDOCK: Mr Mason? - Hello.

It's Sergeant Craddock

and Constable Bradley, Ashfordly Police.

Hello. Mind the floorboards.

Right. Thank you.

Lord Ashfordly's asked us to look into the disappearance

of some artefacts from his cabinets. - Really?

He thought you might be able to describe the missing pieces.

Oh. Er...

Well, that depends on whether I've catalogued those display cases.

I spend most of my time rooting around here.

Looking for what exactly?

Pictures, books, relics.

Anything that might shed light on the family's colonial past.

I wasn't aware they had a colonial past.

Most landed families in this country have.

MIKE: So why come here?

I thought there was a fair chance nobody had got here first.

You're probably right.

And Lord Ashfordly offered me free accommodation,

so it wasn't a hard choice.

I think he's hoping I'll find something valuable up here.

CRADDOCK: He's got to be a suspect.

- Patrick Mason? - He's got access

and knows what he's after.

He just didn't seem a likely villain.

You get anything from the staff?

No. They didn't know why anyone would nick them.

Someone has, so you'd better get looking.

- Well, where is he? - In the cells.

What for?

Shoplifting, with an accomplice.

This accomplice wouldn't be an -year-old

with the memory of a goldfish, would it?

You've got it. Her daughter came to collect her.

You're not charging him, are you?

No. Just teaching him not to mix with hooligan grannies.

Phil, go and let David out, will you?

If we keep him any longer, he'll be expecting his dinner.

KEYS RATTLING

Yeah, but it was you that said take her shopping!

I know what I said, David.

She didn't remember putting the things in her pockets.

She certainly had you in her pocket, and she forgot to pay!

- It's not her fault. - David.

What?

Shut up.

- Right. - And tomorrow, I'll do the driving.

- Settling in all right, are you? - Yeah, Sergeant.

Constable Ventress been showing you the ropes?

Yes, sarge. He can find the toilet and the teapot blindfold.

Ventress knows I'm all for a joke, on an occasional basis.

PHIL: What's going on at Ashfordly Hall?

Some family heirlooms have disappeared.

- Break-in? - No, apparently not.

They went missing after two parties there.

Only Lord Ashfordly does not want his guests bothered.

He would rather we traipse round the antique shops.

I hope you told him we've better things to do.

He wouldn't have believed me.

The search starts here.

African carvings and masks.

Ugly things, according to Mrs Kellett, the cleaner.

Said they gave her the jitters.

- Jessie Kellett? - Yes.

Said they gave her the jitters?

- Mm. Why? - Well, she reckons she's a medium.

- A spiritualist, you mean? - Yes.

Mrs Ventress saw her, to get in touch with her mother.

And did she?

No. She got a whiff of her uncle, though.

He was a spiritualist himself. A bottle a day.

I take it you don't take Mrs Kellett's powers very seriously?

I wouldn't say that. People swear that she's genuine.

Did she have access to any of these missing pieces?

Mm-hmm.

- I put her in the frame, then. - Why's that, then?

She probably wanted to save Lord Ashfordly from a haunting.

Sorry to trouble you again, Mrs Kellett.

What is it?

I'd like to ask you a couple more questions.

Oh?

Do you mind if I come in?

More questions, you say?

Yes. Patrick Mason couldn't give a much better description than you.

Oh?

I wondered whether you'd try again for us.

Well, like I said, they were wood sculptures.

One was so high, and the others smaller.

They weren't lifelike.

They had big heads and hands, but little legs.

You've told me that they gave you the jitters.

They didn't belong there, not to my way of thinking.

Does anything else in the Hall give you the jitters?

Why?

What's this about, Constable?

I've just explained.

No, you haven't. You're up to something.

Well, when I spoke to you last,

you seemed to react rather strangely.

What do you mean?

You weren't unhappy to see them gone. Almost relieved, in fact.

Are you saying I took them because I didn't like them?

I'm not suggesting anything, Mrs Kellett.

I've told you what I know,

so if you've done, I'd like to get on.

Where is he?

Nipped out. What have you dug up?

A friend in Scarborough sent me this.

- Our sprog made quite a splash. - Go on.

He got carried away on Scarborough Skipping Day.

Well, daft, but harmless.

Maximum penalty, drinks all round for looking a loon.

Hold on. This is what really put the skids under him.

His helmet?

Yes, he gave it to a kid to hold while he skipped.

Hey presto, the face of law and order, Scarborough style.

Oh, dear!

Yeah, as sergeants go,

we could do a lot worse than Craddock.

What do you say, Alf? - Worse, but not a lot worse.

Oh, come on, Alf. He's not a bad skipper.

Skipper?

Of the team.

Oh.

Has he got any pet hates? - One or two.

Don't be late. - Right.

And don't be early. Makes us look late.

Right.

Er... He hates bad spelling.

PHIL: Long hair, weak tea, dirty boots...

Smoking in the station.

Right.

PHIL: Worst of all,

he hates defence solicitors who get villains bail,

so they can do more jobs while they're waiting to be sent down.

The law's a donkey, he says. - Donkey?

- He means ass. - What?

The expression is, "the law is an ass."

All right, keep your helmet on!

LORD ASHFORDLY: Morning, Patrick. Hard at it again?

Mm.

Sooner you than me.

I only have to open one of these blighters, I'm fast asleep.

Thought I'd show you a letter I got today, from a...

Daniel Moketso. Ever heard of him?

Moketso? No, no. I don't think I have.

Well, he was born in South Africa but now lives in London

and succeeded his father as the chief of the Xhosa tribe.

Says he's travelling north and wants to meet me.

I was rather hoping you might be able to mark my card.

I'll... see what I can find.

Good man.

MUSIC: 'You're Driving Me Crazy' by The Temperence Seven

And I'm not coming back!

Don't think I want you back!

- Hang on a minute, mate. - MAN: And another thing!

Your mother is not coming for Christmas.

- VERNON: Flippin' 'eck! - Don't you talk about my mother!

She's the cause of all our problems!

Get in the car, will you.

I've had enough of you and your mother.

Hang on a minute. It's me down here.

Will you knock it off!

♪ You left me sad and lonely

♪ Why did you leave me lonely?

♪ Cos here's a heart that's only for... ♪

- Hiya. - What have you got in there?

Oh, just me snake.

♪ I'm burning like a flame, dear

♪ I'll never be the same, dear

♪ I'll always place the bla-a-me, dear... ♪

I think me snake's gone!

What do you mean, it's gone?

It's gone!

TYRES SCREECH

♪ What did I do?

♪ Oh, what did I do?

♪ My tears for you

♪ Make everything hazy

♪ What did I do to you-ou-ou? ♪

There we are, young man.

Oh, I'll make a fresh pot, if you like.

No, thanks. This suits my mood.

- Why's that? Quiet day, was it? - If only.

Never mind. Got some bookings for tomorrow.

One of them looks right important.

Oh. Well, you'd better hose down the car, then.

- Eh? It's spotless. - Not inside, it isn't.

Take a mop, and a bucket,

and a wallpaper scraper.

NICHOLSON: How many more?

PHIL: Eh? Oh, about half a dozen or so.

African figures with big heads and little legs?

Who'd be daft enough to try selling them locally?

They'll be in the smoke by now.

Not the point. Have to be seen to be doing the job.

Because he's lord of the manor?

No, because he's Chairman on the Bench.

You got a thing about authority, have you?

- What do you mean? - Like to cock a snook, do you?

- Not especially. - That's not what I've heard.

- Who told you? - About what?

About Scarborough.

Oh, yeah. Hee-haw!

Yeah, Nice one.

Come on, lots to do.

Scripps Taxis?

Oh, yeah. Mr...er...

Mo... Mo...

Moketso.

Yeah.

If you don't mind.

MIKE: Lord Ashfordly remembered this picture in his family album.

This piece and this one are missing.

Where's your description again?

I'm no expert on African stuff,

but I don't think your postgrad student is, either.

If you can leave this with me,

I'll show it to someone who knows what they're talking about.

Thanks very much for your help.

What is it?

A messenger brought this from Ashfordly Hall.

It's addressed to a "Chief" Daniel Moketso,

care of the Aidensfield Arms.

Is someone having us on?

I've no idea. Who've you got booked in for B&B?

Mr and Mrs Bannister, and a Mr Kitson.

Mr Kitson?

I think that's what he said on the phone.

Kitson. Moketso.

It could be him.

Hello!

This is Mr Mo...

- Moketso. - He's booked in here.

Ah, Chief Moketso, welcome to the Aidensfield Arms.

- Chief? - Yes, David.

I'm sorry, but how did you know I was a chief?

There was a letter for you, from Lord Ashfordly. This is Gina.

Hiya. PHONE RINGS

Excuse me.

Aidensfield Arms?

Pleased to meet you, Your Highness.

Please call me Daniel.

I'm a chieftain but I was educated in this country.

- OSCAR: Will you just hang on? - I'm actually an accountant.

I go to work on the tube.

Honestly.

- OSCAR: Chief, telephone. - Thank you.

Hello?

Daniel, it's me, Patrick.

Hey! How are you?

I'm fine. Why are you here, Daniel?

'You know why.'

It's not here. I've looked.

Lots of other stuff, though.

Sounds promising. When are we going to meet?

I don't know.

'Won't your thesis even allow you one drink?'

No. It's best if we don't meet.

Why not?

Look, trust me, Daniel.

Till you hear from me again, you don't know me, right?

- Sergeant Craddock, sir. - Thank you.

LORD ASHFORDLY: Ah. News, Craddock?

- No, I'm afraid not, sir. - My photograph not much help?

It's too soon to tell. An expert's looking at it.

Mr Mason's descriptions were a bit wide of the mark.

He's a history student, not a dealer.

I suppose so.

Sir, have you thought of having the grounds searched?

What do you mean?

Some of your staff have said the parties were a bit boisterous.

Boisterous?

The sort of do where things get misused.

What about dredging the fountain?

The fountain?

For heaven's sake! This isn't some rugby clubhouse!

Most of my guests are the epitome of good manners.

As you'd see if you came this evening.

This evening?

I'm holding a reception for a distinguished guest.

Chief of the Xhosas.

My family were involved with his forbears in the Eastern Cape.

South Africa, Sergeant.

Yes, sir, quite. I was wondering about security, actually.

Whether it might be advisable to have a police presence.

Bobbies at a party?

What sort of impression would that make?

Well, I was thinking plain clothes.

Most of my guests would recognise your men.

That's true, I suppose. Except for one.

There you go. Some mustard.

- Where is he? - Who?

His Highness!

He doesn't want to be disturbed by riffraff.

Oh, well, that clears me, then.

Oh, there he is.

- How did you know that was him? - Easy.

You've splashed out on a serviette for him.

Pardon my interruption,

but I believe my driver had the pleasure of your custom today.

David, was it?

Yes. Vernon Scripps of Scripps Taxis.

Might I have a word? - Please.

First off, were you happy with our service?

- Mm. Perfectly, thank you. - Oh, good.

Only it's my company's first brush with royalty.

- Oh. - You're a chieftain, I understand?

Yeah, but I wouldn't let that worry you.

Worrying about the comfort and convenience

of our customers is what we get paid for.

And, since I hear that you're to be guest of honour at Ashfordly Hall,

it would be my pleasure to chauffeur you there at no cost to yourself.

Well, of course you can take me, but I'm not looking for a free ride.

Well, it wouldn't be free, exactly.

You see, I'd like your royal seal of approval in return.

Hm.

ALF: How do you spell that?

X-H-O-S-A.

Xhosa.

Yeah, and the other bit?

Oh, ta. Thank you.

- Trouble? - I'm going undercover.

Undercover? Where?

To a party, at Ashfordly Hall.

Why you?

Nobody knows me round here.

I'll deal with this.

Sarge, news on the identification of Ashfordly's pieces.

They're South African in origin.

Either Zulu or...er...Xhosa.

Seems that Patrick Mason isn't such a good judge of artefacts after all.

Unless he's deliberately misled us. Get the new descriptions circulated.

Right.

Oh, um...

Sarge...

Don't you think Nicholson's a bit... green for solo undercover work?

Very probably. What's your point?

I just wondered if somebody should go with him, sarge.

Fellow guest, sort of thing.

He's going as a waiter, not a guest.

Oh, a waiter.

- But if you have a suggestion? - No, no, no. Waiter's... perfect.

So this Xhosa king is Chief Moketso's ancestor?

Yeah.

And would have known my grandfather.

On and off the b*ttlefield.

The last Frontier w*r, , ended with the king's death.

The tribe was disarmed,

and their land incorporated into the Cape Colony.

Brought into the fold, eh?

Fascinating. Thank you.

What is "that"?

It's your transport. Stealth on wheels.

It's a museum piece.

Well, do you want to go on this, or a bus?

I'll think about it.

All right!

As long as it's after dark.

Thank you.

LORD ASHFORDLY: Welcome, Chief Moketso.

Thank you for the invitation.

Honoured and delighted to have you as my guest.

Do come through.

General Archibald Ashfordly of the Frontier Light Horse.

My grandfather.

- An impressive portrait. - Indeed.

I read some of his letters about his time in the Eastern Cape.

Spent a lot of it defending your people from the Dutch, I believe.

Is that so?

A man of high principle, it was always said.

As a boy, I'd look up to this portrait,

wonder how I could ever match up to him.

Sorry. I came in. Couldn't resist.

Yeah, right.

I'm Patrick. Patrick Mason. I'm staying over at the lodge.

- Don't worry. - Me and His Lordship are like that.

So why aren't you in there?

- Good question. I'm too busy. - Yeah. Me too.

Sorry.

Haven't seen you before.

- Yeah. I'm new here. - Oh.

Maybe see you around, yeah? - Yeah. Right.

What else are you planning to do while you're in Yorkshire?

Oh, nothing else. To meet you was my goal.

My father promised the people he'd make the journey.

When he died, I felt it was up to me to keep his promise.

Well, I'm flattered, I must say.

MUSIC: 'Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood' by The Animals

♪ Baby, do you understand me now?

♪ Sometimes I feel a little mad

♪ But don't you know that no one alive

♪ Can always be an angel?

♪ When things go wrong I seem to be bad

♪ But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

♪ Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

♪ Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree

♪ With a joy that's hard to hide

♪ And sometimes it seems that all I have to do is worry

♪ And then you're bound to see my other side

♪ I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

♪ Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

♪ Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

♪ Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

♪ Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

♪ Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood... ♪

When I wrote, I didn't mean to put you to so much trouble.

Nonsense. Dare say I'm only repaying an old family debt.

Maybe so,

but I have another request that may impose on your generosity even more.

Oh, what's that?

The Xhosa people say that the general brought back...

trophies of his military campaigns.

- You mean mementos and such? - Mm. Masks, sculptures,

and other items containing the spirits of our ancestors.

Things of a deep cultural significance to the tribe.

I see.

Well, my father promised his people that, one day,

he would repatriate them.

- Repatriate them? - Yes.

- And that's why you're here? - Yes.

If you're asking me to hand over treasured family possessions,

I'm going to have to disappoint you.

I'm sorry. I put it badly. I...

No, no. You've made yourself very clear, Chief Moketso.

And I don't think that the general would be in the least bit impressed.

Delta Alpha to control. Receiving?

Thank you for your hospitality, Lord Ashfordly.

My pleasure.

I'm sorry if what I said earlier... offended you.

- Forget all about it, shall we? - I wish I could.

I do hope you will reconsider my request.

Then I'm afraid there's nothing more to be said.

Excuse me.

- Thank you. - Till tomorrow, Your Majesty.

- Around : . - I'll bring a photographer.

And if you could wear what you're wearing now.

Was that part of the deal?

Pomp and splendour by the bucketful, that's what we want.

I'll see you in the morning.

- Daniel. - Patrick! Good to see you, man.

- You too. - How are you doing?

I'm doing well. Come and see how well.

What?

Patrick, what have you done?

Back to their rightful owner.

Right. Stay exactly where you are.

Student life seems to have loosened your grip on reality, Mr Mason.

- It wasn't stealing. - So you say.

It's the Ashfordly family who've done the stealing.

I doubt if a court will see it like that.

KNOCK AT DOOR Come in.

- Sergeant, Lord Ashfordly's here. - Ah.

- Good morning, sir. - What's good about it, Craddock?

You put this young man on the job,

and things still went AWOL.

Plus glass breakages and a stain on the carpet.

Ah, yes. Sorry about that, sir.

But you'll find Constable Nicholson hasn't been wasting his time.

LORD ASHFORDLY: Good Lord!

- Is this all your property, sir? - Well, I assume so.

Don't you know, sir?

I have cellars and attics full of junk, Craddock.

I can't be expected to recognise everything.

Thank you.

So you didn't know what Mr Mason was doing?

- No. - But you say you're to blame?

When we were students,

I took him home to South Africa on vacation.

I introduced him to the people, their way of life.

It made him passionate about our cause.

But you didn't conspire with him to steal.

No.

So why did you come here?

To ask Lord Ashfordly to give back

something that belonged to my ancestors.

The dead Xhosa king.

Something of no monetary value,

but of great spiritual importance to our people.

I thought if I explained, he'd do the honourable thing.

You planned this from the beginning?

Yeah.

- Together? - No.

Hard to believe.

Deception's not in Daniel's nature, or his people's.

That's why they've been so easily double-crossed.

- Double-crossed? - By the British.

After men like Archibald Ashfordly put them to the sword,

we took their land, drove them into labour for white farmers.

It's still going on.

ALF: I don't doubt your sincerity, Mr Mason,

but you're going about things the wrong road.

Ashfordly would never give the stuff back of his own free will.

MIKE: So you took it?

And I didn't have to k*ll or mutilate anyone to do it.

I'm shocked. I gave both men my hospitality.

All the time, they were planning this.

Mason claims he was recovering items looted by your grandfather.

I see. Caught in the act, so he tries to blacken a proud name.

Well, I've no fears on that score. Throw the book at them, Sergeant.

Hello!

Shop!

Oh, hello, Gina, love. - What do you want?

Chief Moketso's agreed to do a publicity shot for me.

Is he ready? - I don't think so.

What's he doing?

Porridge.

Oh, well. A man deserves a good breakfast.

I mean, he's in the nick, behind bars.

Yes. Look, we'll take a good look round and we'll get back to you.

Thank you for calling. Bye-bye.

Moketso's statement. I believe him.

Yes. So do I.

But we don't count, do we?

That was Mrs Parker's daughter.

The old lady we brought in for shoplifting.

She said she's lost a valuable ring

and wants to know if we've found one.

Right.

Good news, Mrs Kellett.

The police have detained Mason and Moketso.

What for?

Stealing my African artefacts.

- Surely not, sir? - Caught with the booty, Mrs K.

It'll all be coming back as soon as the court has dealt with them.

- Five minutes! - No.

- One photo is all I need. - Mr Moketso's in custody.

He isn't available for personal appearances.

Look, all I need him to do is stand in the yard.

You can cuff him to the taxi if it makes life easier.

I'm perfectly at ease with the way things are.

Just my flaming luck!

Is your car the one David drove Mrs Parker to the shops in?

You what?

Mrs Parker, the old lady we brought in for shoplifting.

Did she ride in your car? - Why?

She's misplaced a ring. Prized family heirloom.

Her daughter asked if she lost it here.

Very interesting.

ALF: There's a £ reward for the finder.

Oh, aye?

Oh.

Hello, Mrs Kellett.

Hello. I hear you've arrested Patrick and Mr Moketso.

Yes, we're questioning them now.

I've got to know Patrick a little, Constable,

and I'm sure he thinks what he did was for the best.

I can't comment on that, I'm afraid.

No, I suppose not.

I've got something for them to eat. Is that allowed?

Just to cheer them up? - Well...

Would you do that?

MUSIC: 'I'm Gonna Find Her' by The Hollies

♪ I'm gonna find her

♪ I'm gonna find her, yeah

♪ Now, searchin'

♪ Yeah, searchin'

♪ I'm searchin' everywhe-e-e-re

♪ I'm gonna find her

♪ Oh, yeah, I'm going searchin'

♪ Come on!

♪ Yeah, searchin'

♪ Well, searchin' every whe-e-e-re

♪ I'm gonna find her

♪ I'm like that northwest Mountie

♪ I'm gonna bring her in some day... ♪

Bradley, you stay here with Mr Moketso.

Nicholson, get the spade.

What is this nonsense, Craddock?

It may be nonsense, but it's best to clear it up,

rather than let false allegations fester.

Search the house, but my guess is that anything relevant

is already in the van you impounded.

- We won't need to search the house. - What?

Over there, I think.

Over here, I think.

You can't go rootling around in there! It's a pet cemetery.

Care will be taken, My Lord.

Dig, please, Nicholson.

There we are.

Well done. And the lock, please.

NICHOLSON: What is it, sarge?

It's a head.

A what?

- A severed head. - Who is it?

Well, according to Mr Moketso, it's the head of his ancestor.

Severed by Archibald Ashfordly

in , and brought back here as a souvenir.

♪ Cos I've been searchin'

♪ Whoa, Lord, I'm searchin'...

Hey, come and look at this.

♪ I'm gonna find her

♪ I'm like that northwest Mountie

♪ You know I'll bring her in some day

♪ Gonna find her

♪ I've been searchin'... ♪

Found it in the attic, more than years ago.

No idea who it was or where it came from,

just wanted to get it buried.

The press are going to have a field day.

The more grisly the story, the better they like it.

Is publicity absolutely necessary, Craddock?

It'll come out when Mr Mason and Mr Moketso appear in court.

I appreciate it puts your family name in a less than savoury light.

- That's not my main concern. - Oh?

No, the dignity of the victim must be uppermost in our minds.

Yes, of course.

And that won't be best served in a lurid Sunday rag.

The fact is, this has not only turned my stomach,

it's also changed my mind.

In what way, My Lord?

I'd like to make restitution to Chief Moketso and his people

by returning the head and artefacts to their rightful homeland.

Thank you, My Lord. Such statesmanship is rare.

Do you intend to press charges, sir?

Of course not, Craddock.

- And Mr Mason? - He's a different matter.

I'm sorry, sir. I cannot accept your offer if Patrick stays in custody.

What he did was misguided, but not for personal gain.

Be lenient,

and your name will be revered forever in our folklore.

LORD ASHFORDLY: Tell me, if I agree,

will this whole ghastly business remain a private matter?

Of course. Everyone should be allowed to worship their ancestors.

You're off, then?

- Yeah. - Mind how you go.

Thanks.

How did you know?

About the head? - I saw him bury it.

I didn't know what it was, but whenever I went near that spot,

I knew something was amiss.

I've never felt such a powerful presence.

He's going home now.

Yes.

I knew someone would come for him.

Let's hope the poor soul can find some peace at last.

Cheerio, then.

Is there any chance of you two lending us a hand, here?

We've done our share of looking, in there.

- What are you doing, Mr Vernon? - What does it look like, David?

Looks like you've had a car crash, but from the inside out.

VERNON: I am looking for a lost ring

belonging to the batty old girl you went shopping with.

What, Mrs Parker?

Yes.

There's a reward going begging.

- A reward? - Yes.

There's no need for that.

I was saving that until I saw her.

Oh...