16x20 - The Medium Is The Message

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

BELL TOLLS

MUSIC: 'Soon I Will Be Gone' by Free

♪Watch my hand

♪ Writing this last letter

♪ Watch my hand

♪ Knowing I won't forget her...

Louise!

♪ No, I won't forget her

♪ Take my things...

Louise?

♪ Everything is over ♪

Go on through, Sarge.

- What's the story? - The vicar, the Reverend Thwaite,

came home about six. Found his wife Louise.

She'd been stabbed. It looks like she disturbed a burglar.

Have we got the m*rder w*apon?

It's probably a Kn*fe.

There's one missing from a set. We haven't found it yet.

Do you know them?

Jacob's been the vicar here in Eltering for years.

Louise did charity work, ran jumble sales, that sort of thing.

Pillars of the community. Let's take a look.

It's not a very pleasant sight.

Hee-hee. This calls for a drink.

Ooh. Why's that, then?

Well, you know that hotel in Scarborough

that was gonna buy all them turkeys that we don't talk about.

Well, I've sold them trout instead.

Oh.

- What trout? - The ones we're gonna catch.

?

Well, they would have bought more but we don't want to be greedy.

Cheers!

Are you up to answering a couple of questions?

It would help us.

You got home about six, you said?

Five past.

Where had you been?

With Terry Thorne. He's the organist.

He lives up the road.

And how long were you there for?

All afternoon.

Then I came back here directly.

Do you have any photos of your wife?

No.

From the parish magazine or anything?

She didn't like photographs.

There's something not right there.

- He has just lost his wife. - Even so.

It takes more than a couple of hours to get over, you know?

I didn't mean that.

I'll check whether the neighbours saw anything.

No, David. David be careful with that.

You'd better let... No!

SCREAMS

You could have k*lled us!

How?

Well, you don't go throwing gelignite around like that.

Gelignite?

Where've you got that from?

A nice man at the quarry gave it to me

and that's our little secret, all right?

No, it's not all right! What have you got that for?

Well, do you remember your great-uncle Eric?

He were in the trenches in the Great w*r,

and he used to tell us

about watching the shells dropping into the River Somme

and all the fish being blown up into the air...

Oh, hang on. I am not blowing fishes up in the air.

David, it's quite safe, as long as you know what you're doing.

Yeah, which you don't!

I'm having nothing to do with it.

What time did Reverend Thwaite get here?

Half-past three on the dot. He's very punctual.

Oh, you were expecting him?

Yes. We meet every week

to go through the hymns and anthems for Sunday.

And what time did he stay till?

Six. We have a sherry at . and he leaves at six.

That's our routine.

Did he strike you as being agitated at all?

He's not really that sort.

I suppose not.

Have you noticedanyone suspicious near the vicarage today?

Well, there are people coming there all the time, vagrants and so forth.

Louise was always ready with a cup of tea and a hand-out.

Have you seen anyone today?

This morning, yes! And he was having a good look at the vicarage.

Can you describe him?

I wasn't that close, but he looked like a tramp

and I think he was wearing an old army greatcoat.

Thank you, Mr Thorne. You've been very useful.

♪ MUSIC: 'Black Magic Woman' by Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac

♪ I got a black magic woman

♪ Got a black magic woman

♪ Yes, I got a black magic woman

♪ Got me so blind, I can't see ♪

Have we been here before?

Not in this life.

Ah, morning, ladies. What can I do for you?

We'd like a twin room. Away from the road and near the bathroom.

Yes, well, that's Gina's department.

Just the one night is it?

Well, that depends.

Well, if you could let me know.

I see blue.

- Oh, is it a man in blue? - A policeman maybe?

- Must be you, Oscar. - Yes. He's close to you.

Or Phil, my husband.

And I have a letter.

No, it's someone else very close to your heart.

B, or could it be a D?

- No. - Are you sure?

Maybe someone who passed over not so long ago.

- Daniel? - Daniel, yes.

He says you're not to worry. He's happy now.

That's enough. I don't know what you're playing at.

We don't want any more of that nonsense.

- I'm sorry, dear. - Are you psychic?

I just drive the car, but Rosa is. That's why we're here.

How's it going?

We've got every available bobby out.

Volunteers from the village, too.

But your mysterious tramp's vanished into thin air.

But other people in the village have reported seeing him.

Well, while we're looking, I'd like to know more about Reverend Thwaite.

He has an alibi. Time of death was at four at the earliest.

We know he was with Thorne then.

If Thorne's telling the truth.

Why wouldn't he be?

We have no reason for suspecting Thwaite.

You don't think there's something odd about him?

Like what?

His whole attitude. He should be falling over himself to help us,

but he's not.

I want to know why.

♪ Give us another off of the bar

♪ Cos I'm a drunken guitar, oh yeah

♪ Ay, it's lovely... ♪

TYRES SCREECH

Are you all right? Are you all right, mate? Eh?

You all right? Oh!

Bit early in the day, isn't it?

Look, where were you going? Where do you live?

♪ There's an old mill by the stream, Nellie Dean

♪ Where we used to sit and dream ♪

Look, look, look, I tell you what.

Why don't I take you to the station, yeah?

And you can sober up a bit.

- Have a nice, little relax, eh? - Oh, right.

Big congregation. Must be a popular vicar.

I imagine there's quite a few wanting to pay their respects.

Word gets round quickly in these parts.

- Are we too late? - For the Sunday service.

Sorry. You've missed it.

- Are you friends of the family? - No. Rosa here wants to help you.

In what way?

To find the m*rder*r.

As soon as I heard about it, I knew her spirit would make contact.

Thanks, but no, thanks.

That's him, isn't it?

Hello.

You don't know me. My name's Ivy Green.

What do you want?

Rosa has a message for you from Louise.

Louise is dead.

Well, she's passed over but she's still very close.

WALKER: This is not the time or the place.

We're at the pub. You can see us for a consultation.

Would you leave now, please?

You could come to a seance at the village hall, this evening at seven.

I'm sorry about that. They're probably after some cheap publicity.

I would think so.

If they give you any trouble, let me know.

That's just what we need, a load of old crystal balls.

- DRUNK MAN: I don't live here. - BELLAMY: Come on.

All right now.

I know you. Charlie Phillips.

Have you come for the rent?

That'll do.

Sorry about that, Sarge.

I thought for his own safety

he'd better sleep it off in one of the cells.

Put him in the interview room. I'll handle this.

Are you sure, Sarge?

Right. Come on, then. This way.

See you later, Charlie.

Younger, your father's in the interview room.

- What's he want? - He's drunk.

I'm sorry.

I'll turn a blind eye to this if you get him out of here fast.

- Yes, Sergeant. - And I mean fast.

We have a m*rder inquiry on our hands.

Dad?

Have you come for rent?

Come on. I'll take you home.

I know you. Charlie Phillips.

No, Dad. It's me. It's Geoff.

I've got a brother called Geoff. Big strapping lad, he is.

Not like you.

You wouldn't want to pick a fight with our Geoff, whoever you are.

- DAVID: Someone's gonna hear us. - PEGGY: Oh, don't fuss!

There. Chuck that in the lake for us.

Well, how's that gonna work?

- It's on a detonator. - It's got no air in it.

David, it's set for five seconds!

♪ Oh, my, said the mama fish you'll get lost

♪ But the three little fishes didn't want to be bossed

♪ They swam and they swam and they swam and they swam

♪ And uh they swam right over the dam ♪

I told you.

Now, I would imagine that somebody might've heard that.

LAUGHS

Well, don't just lie there. Pick 'em up!

I have a message from a sea-faring man passed over during the w*r,

and I'm getting the letter J.

J? Yes?

It's John.

No, I'm sorry dear. It's Jack.

Jack.

- What are you doing here? - Just keeping an eye.

Some of the things she says, really scary.

I'd take it with a pinch of salt.

She knows things about people that she couldn't possibly guess.

In red. Does that make sense, dear?

And he misses you, too,

but you'll be together one day.

Who's that?

Oh, I have a...

I have a young woman with blonde hair.

Louise, is that you?

"I need to tell someone."

GASPS

Tell me.

"It hurt so much."

"There was so much blood!"

The pain's over now.

"He took my Kn*fe. My kitchen Kn*fe."

"It's under the signpost down the road."

Who did?

"I can't say. I'm too frightened."

"Don't make me say!"

GROANS

I cannot believe we're doing this.

Well, you could call it information received.

What's that?

Looks like we may have found our m*rder w*apon.

Let's see what forensics say.

Or have we just been had?

David, Peggy? What are you two doing here?

Ah, well er, we was a bit worried, you see,

because we thought we heard a b*mb go off

and we wondered if we might be able to help somebody.

- Well, did you see anyone? - No.

David, are you all right?

Ah, he needs the little boys' room.

It's these cold nights.

Right well, you, you know, better...

Just get on with it.

Right!

That is it! I am not having fish down my trousers anymore.

LAUGHS PEGGY: David...

Who's that?

We'll just have to fetch these in the morning.

♪ Life goes on day after day

♪ Hearts torn in every way... ♪

Eh up, Mum.

Aren't you supposed to be at work?

Oh, I am. I was just passing and I wanted to see how Dad is.

As I said this morning, he's having a bit of a lie-in.

Can you tell him something for me?

Those bottles of whisky in the cupboard.

I poured them down the sink.

Those are your father's.

I know. I'm sorry, but after yesterday, I had to do something.

It's a bit embarrassing for me, Mum, down at the station.

You're embarrassed of your own father. That's nice.

I didn't mean that.

There's a m*rder*r on the loose.

What are you doing, picking on a decent man who's worked hard.

It wasn't me. You know how he can get.

I don't think this conversation is getting us very far, do you?

I'm sure you've got plenty to do.

David, come with me, quick.

What did Mr Bellamy want?

Oh, he's got it into his head

that we had something to do with that expl*si*n.

We need to get these fish delivered,

before he puts two and two together.

And then we need to get rid of the rest of that gelignite.

What did you do with it?

Well, I haven't got it.

Oh, we must have left it down by the lake.

- Oh, we'll have to go and find it. - What?

Well, we don't want it falling into the wrong hands.

MAN: As far as I'm concerned, you're dead. Understand that? Dead!

GLASS SMASHES

WOMAN: Temper, temper.

- Everything all right? -Oh...

- I'll do that. - I knocked it over.

It was an accident. Let me pay for the damage.

Don't worry. It was only an old thing.

Mr Thwaite wanted to arrange a private session with Rosa.

He'll be back this afternoon.

He will not!

I won't have anything to do with this superstitious claptrap.

Louise would want you to come, wouldn't she, Rosa?

She does have things to tell you.

- Here. - That's far too much.

Apparently, I can afford it.

I wish he hadn't broken the mirror.

It's never good.

- Aha! - Have you found it?

It's a wing-nut. I've been looking for one of those everywhere,

Never mind wing-nuts. Eh, sometimes I think you've got a screw loose!

What about the gelignite?

Oh, I haven't found that.

Well, you'd better find it.

There's enough there to blow up half of Aidensfield.

Shut the door, please.

It's none of my business, but have you got a problem at home?

I haven't.

Yesterday was a one-off, was it?

Yes, Sergeant.

I've done some asking around.

I understand your father lost his job earlier this year.

And that he likes a drink or two. Well, that's up to him,

but it could put you in an awkward position if he causes more trouble.

Yes, Sarge.

You just need to bear that in mind.

It sounded like the vicar was threatening them.

There's nothing I can do unless they make a complaint.

I did tell her that. How's the investigation going?

You found that tramp yet?

No. It's as if he's vanished into thin air.

That keeps happening since they've been here.

Maybe we've got a ghost.

Maybe you should get your wiring checked.

We were expecting you.

Then you'll be ready to tell me

why you've been asking questions about the m*rder.

Is it against the law?

Well, it is if you're trying to take advantage of a man

whose wife's just been k*lled.

We'd never do that, dear.

All right. Then what happened this morning?

With Jacob? It was just a misunderstanding.

What is it about Louise's m*rder? Why are you obsessed with it?

I didn't choose Louise, dear. She chose me.

She's here now.

Here in the room.

"Find the letter."

The letter?

"Jacob wrote a letter. I had to hide it."

Where?

"In the kitchen cupboard under the lining paper."

"Jacob, he... He did what he said."

Very impressive.

It sounded just like Louise.

Oh, it was her. She talks to me all the time.

How do you recognise her?

- It's her voice. - Well, how can you be sure?

She's got that Liverpool accent.

Did Louise come from Liverpool?

Yes, it was in the papers.

No, it wasn't.

- Did you two know Louise Thwaite? - IVY: No.

Are you going to look for that letter?

Yeah, I suppose so. But just to let you know,

conspiracy to pervert the course of justice,

including fabricating evidence,

is a serious offence with a heavy sentence.

Someone's been doing their homework.

For his exam.

No, you're the ones that have been doing your homework.

I'm not impressed. You've had your last warning.

Bobby.

Eh, it's him off the wrestling. Mick McManus!

Look. No, Bobby,

was that you I saw up near Lord Ashfordly's trout lake last night?

Show us your flying drop-kick. Go on. I dare you!

Look, I'm not talking about flipping wrestling!

Did you.. Well, did you find anything while you were up there?

Like what?

Er, gelignite. Er...

Oh no! He's Honeyboy Zimba! Run! Go!

Do you recognise this letter?

No! There's some mistake.

But that's your handwriting and your signature?

Yes. But that can't be right.

It's to Louise,

and you're clearly very angry.

You say you're scared that one day

you'll lose all control and k*ll her.

This is outrageous.

Is that what happened the other night? You k*lled Louise.

Or would you like to speak to your solicitor before you answer that?

How do you explain the letter?

It's years old. It's got an old address on it.

- How old? - years.

I checked Crockford's.

You left that parish ten years ago.

Your wife must have been very young.

She was.

It was a terrible, cruel mistake,

putting my feelings down on paper like that.

I have to ask again.

Did you k*ll your wife?

No.

No, I didn't k*ll her.

That's all I know, all I can tell you.

Did Rosa Briers and Ivy Green know Louise?

No.

They know a lot about her. What she looked like, how she talked,

where she hid letters.

Unless they're the ones who hid the letter. Are they blackmailing you?

No!

WALKER: They keep telling us where to find this so-called evidence.

You were overheard threatened them

and they clearly believe you m*rder*d your wife.

- I don't know what they're doing! - No idea?

None.

Well, that's a shame. You're free to go, Mr Thwaite.

WALKER: I'll show you out.

I can find my own way.

Thank you.

There's something very cold about him.

He's used to being in control and for once he's not.

That doesn't make him a m*rder*r.

Maybe not, but he's one of at least three people

who know more than they're telling us.

So, what do we do about it?

SIGHS

Let's go back over everything we've got so far.

No, this isn't a good idea.

Bobby's got the gelignite.

What if he blows himself up? Will that be a good idea?

Not if they find out where it came from.

We're gonna tell Mr Bellamy the truth

and that is that. - No. Leave this to me.

Shop!

Here's a surprise.

Now, look. Nobody likes a tittle-tattle,

but I feel it is my solemn duty

as a good citizen,

to grass up a juvenile delinquent for his own good.

Meaning?

Bobby Smithson...

He's the lad that blew up the lake and he needs locking up.

Right. I'm off, Oscar.

You gonna be all right driving back on your own?

I'll be fine.

The bloke who k*lled the vicar's wife is still out there, somewhere.

- So, you be careful. - Good night.

Night.

SCREAMS

What was that?

GINA: What's happening?

Someone else is going to die!

I told PC Walker, the Vicar was at my house

from half-past three until six.

It's the same every week.

Were you with him the whole time?

Yes. I mean, nearly.

I went to collect some music.

So, he would have had time to go back to his house

without you knowing?

"I'll just nip out and m*rder the wife?" Is that what you mean?

Most murders are committed by close family members.

Jacob Thwaite is a good man and a good Christian.

Not like these wishy-washy,

anything-goes type of vicars you get nowadays.

He's a rock.

Of course. And he's got an alibi from you, hasn't he?

Let me get this straight, you're here to report a m*rder.

I don't know if it's happened yet.

And you don't know who the victim is,

whether it's happened, whether it's about to happen?

It... It's too soon to say.

So, what exactly is it that you're trying to tell me?

I saw it in a dream.

Someone was beaten to death.

I've never been so sure of anything in my life.

That's why I'm here.

Because of a dream.

You've got to do something!

Oh, I promise you we will take the appropriate action.

Oh.

Thank you so much.

Oi!

- Bobby. - Not you again.

Look, I've come to warn you.

The police know you've got that gelignite.

What you talking about?

If you don't hand it over, you're gonna be in dead trouble.

I'm not scared of the police.

Bobby, if you... If you don't do it,

I'm gonna tell your dad!

You don't know him.

No, but I know somebody who does.

And I know where you live, Honeyboy Zimba!

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police.

Oh, aye. Decided to take the day off, have we?

Yeah, hold on.

Sarge, it's Geoff. Said it's urgent.

Hello.

I'm sorry I'm late in, I don't know what to do.

You wait there. I'll be right over.

Did you get the message? I spotted him, that tramp you're after.

Where was this?

Walking along the railway track, a mile from the station,

heading for Whitby. - Sure it was him?

- Oh, pretty much. - Thanks, Bernie.

MUSIC: 'Nothing Is Easy' by Jethro Tull

♪ Nothing is easy

♪ Though time gets you worrying my friend

♪ It's OK

♪ Nothing is easy... ♪

TRAIN WHISTLE

We want a word with you.

I think you know what it's about, don't you?

Now, Bobby...

You're not in trouble. I just need to find that gelignite.

- I haven't got it. - OK.

Who has?

That bloke that drives the taxi.

David?

Yeah, I heard him and Mrs Armstrong talking.

She told him to hide it in their shed.

She wasn't very polite about you, neither.

She said you were that daft you'd never think to look there.

Right.

He's never done anything like that before.

If you could just talk to him.

Sounds as though it's gone beyond that.

CRIES

Mrs Younger.

Oh, for goodness sake!

MILLER: Geoff phoned. He was worried about you.

There's no need.

- Can you tell us what happened? - It was an accident.

No, Mum, it wasn't. I heard Dad shouting.

You don't know what you're talking about.

MILLER: Go and see if the ambulance has arrived.

I don't like to interfering,

but if there's anything you want to tell me.

It's like I said, it was an accident. I dropped a pan.

I see.

I don't know what Geoff's been saying but it's not very fair if...

He was worried about you and Mr Younger. Understandably, I'd say.

It's here. Mum?

You'd best go with her. I'll tell your husband.

Leave him be!

Oh, Geoff.

Mr Younger?

How are you? Take a seat and have a brew.

Your wife's been taken to hospital.

I understand there was a fight.

Where?

I think you'd better come with me.

I'm not going anywhere.

Sling your hook!

His name's Arthur Budd. He only got out of Armley three weeks ago.

He's been living rough ever since,

and he's got form for burglary and GBH.

How come we missed him?

He's been commuting.

Living in Whitby and doing burglaries along the railway line.

We found all this property from the vicarage on him and...

...this Kn*fe.

You won't be surprised to hear the Kn*fe we found by the road

had no traces of blood on it.

Let's see what he's got say for himself.

Where did you get this from?

I can't remember.

We found a Kn*fe like this at the vicarage.

There were fingerprints there, too.

We'll check to see if yours match.

There's no shortage of evidence.

Tell us what happened, Arthur.

I hadn't had any food for two days.

All I wanted was something to eat.

I didn't know anyone was there.

But she was.

Did you k*ll Louise Thwaite?

Louise. Was that her name?

Nice name, Louise.

She started screaming. I had to do something.

What did you do?

k*lled her.

I didn't hear that.

I k*lled her.

Mum,

why didn't you tell Sergeant Miller that he threw that pan at you?

He didn't.

He's never laid a finger on me.

Look at you!

I mean, you didn't throw a pan over your own head, did you?

Will you let it be?

You've done enough harm as it is.

I'm never gonna be able to walk down that street

with my head held high again.

I'll make sure you get the credit for this one.

I'll have to watch my back when you get those sergeant's stripes.

I'm not counting any chickens.

How was the exam?

Put it this way, a lot ofwhat I revised the night before

came up on the paper, so...

You are such a teacher's pet!

LAUGHS

Right. Let's see if you can answer this one.

These are the post-mortem results.

No surprises there except for one thing.

They estimate Louise's age as .

Sounds about right.

Can't be.

Thwaite told us they'd been together years.

So, I got a copy of her birth certificate,

which tells us Louise Thwaite was .

That must mean the woman who was m*rder*d wasn't Louise.

She can't have been.

I think we should go and see the Reverend Jacob Thwaite.

MUSIC: 'Ballad Of An Elder Woman' by John Martyn

♪ Now, woman, don't you feel sad

♪ When you see your life go round?

That's Ivy's car.

Just can't keep away.

♪ You've been gambling with time

♪ And you know you just can't win

♪ But still you feel that somehow you've just got to keep on trying...

Oh, my!

♪ Woman, it's your heart...

She's dead.

♪ I hear crying ♪

Rosa came into the police station this morning

and told Sergeant Miller there'd be another m*rder.

See if you can find her.

Right now, I'm more concerned with tracking down Thwaite.

IMITATES BARKING

What are you messing about with this thing for?

Well, I've got it working, haven't I?

KNOCKS ON DOOR

You don't mind if I have a look around, do you?

- What for? - expl*sives.

There's no expl*sives here.

And I suppose I'd be too daft to find any if there were.

- He's going to see the fish! - No, no, they've all gone.

Hotel gave me a case of whisky for 'em.

Well, it saves on all that book-keeping palaver.

Mind your head in there!

Yes, thank you!

Get back, get back behind the wall!

What you talking about?

That gelignite, it's sweating. Anything could set it off.

David, go and get my whisky, there's a love.

David, don't you dare.

Nobody goes near that shed except the b*mb disposal unit.

Get back behind the wall! Panda One to Control, over.

When did you last see Ivy?

Not since last night. I can't believe she's dead, Rob.

Hello, dear.

I've got some bad news, I'm afraid. Ivy's dead.

Yes, I'm afraid she is.

I tried to persuade her not to go over there,

but she wouldn't listen.

We'll need you to identify her.

Ivy's not her real name, is it?

No, it's Louise.

Louise Thwaite.

They've taken my dad to the hospital.

Not the General, the psychiatric one.

Sit down.

The doctor said he's probably suffering

from some sort of alcoholic dementia.

He was quite blunt about it. He won't get better, apparently.

The worst thing is, his memory's all but gone,

unless it's something that happened years ago.

I always hoped he'd be proud of me one day.

Now he doesn't even know who I am.

I'm sure the hospital will do everything they can for him.

Can I put in for some leave? I know it's short notice.

Take all the time you need.

Oh, it's just this afternoon.

Only, I've got to go and tell my mum.

I'm not sure what to say to her.

Do you want me to come with you?

-Pardon? - I'll give you a lift.

Right, the b*mb squad'll be here in half an hour.

Where's Peggy?

I told her not to go.

Down!

COUGHING

I thought you were in here!

No, but I still dropped my flamin' whisky.

Peggy Armstrong, you are under arrest.

What for?

We found this in Ivy's bag, her marriage certificate.

It confirms that her name was Louise

and that she was married to Jacob Thwaite.

Yes.

The woman who was living with Jacob,

who was she?

Her real name was Jane. Jane Smith.

She was in the choir at his last church.

Ivy found out that Jacob had been sleeping with her

and walked out on him.

Did you know Ivy when all this happened?

Er, no. I met her some years later.

I needed help driving around and organising myself

and she needed a job, a home, everything really.

Was it Ivy's idea to find Jacob again?

She didn't need to, dear. We've been coming here for years.

There was plenty of work for me,

and Ivy always liked to keep an eye on Jacob.

He never knew, of course.

Why would she do that, keep an eye on him?

She never got over it, dear,

him wanting somebody else more than her.

But what could she do?

Anyway, this time we came back and everything was different.

Poor Jane had been m*rder*d.

We're looking for the vicar.

I'll show you.

- Did he tell you what happened? - I had the full confession.

"Thou shalt not k*ll. Neither shalt thou commit adultery."

How many times have we heard that?

And then of course, there's "Thou shalt not bear false witness."

Ever since he set foot in this parish,

his whole life's been a lie.

Louise was never his wife.

Why did he pretend she was?

People round here don't want their vicar to be living in sin.

He's inside.

I said I'd leave it a few minutes before I phoned you.

I needed a moment.

I've worked in prisons.

I know what they're like.

Did you k*ll Ivy? The woman who called herself Ivy.

My real wife.

Till death us do part.

Yes, I did.

Was she blackmailing you?

No.

No, it wasn't blackmail.

She was mad.

You know, our marriage was a terrible mistake in the first place.

It was obvious, almost at once, that she was fragile mentally.

I tried to get her help,

but she ran away several times and finally...

...she didn't come back.

Is that when you moved here?

Yes.

I was offered this parish.

It seemed like a God-send.

No one knew us here.

So, poor Jane pretended she was my wife.

Pretended she was Louise.

Why did Ivy come here today? What did she want?

She thought, with Jane dead...

...I'd have her back.

She said she was tired of living hand to mouth.

She wanted a nice home, some sort of security,

for her and for that awful, second-rate old woman.

She thought she could be my wife again.

Madness!

Bye, Mum.

I'm not sure she understood.

Give it time.

Yeah, I suppose so.

I'm not sure I'm up to this.

You are. For the same reason that you make a good copper.

You stick at a job until it's done

and don't expect to be thanked for it.

That's not a fashionable quality nowadays,

but I've never doubted that you've got it.

You can do it.

- All ready? - Yes, thank you, dear.

Can I ask you something?

Well, everyone always does, but I'll tell you the truth.

Sometimes I fake it.

I have done for years.

But suddenly,

the spirits have started talking to me again.

You can really talk to dead people?

They're with us all the time.

But you know that, don't you, dear?

There you go.

Oh, I need this after the day I've had.

First, I see me profits go west and then I have Sergeant Miller

treating me like I'm some kind of criminal.

Well, possession of expl*sives is against the law.

Only if they can prove that I knew they were there, which I didn't.

Wait till I get my hands on that Bobby Smithson.

LAUGHS

And what are you so cheerful about?

It's just that, er, magic lantern.

I keep telling you, you should chuck it out.

Yeah, well, I was going to.

Only now this, er, bloke in Ashfordly's

just given me five quid for it.

It's a good job I found that wing nut.

Fitted perfectly. Cheers!

- GINA: Hiya, Rob. - OSCAR: Ah, what'll it be, then?

A spirit or perhaps a medium sherry?

I see what you did. Very funny.

Or you could trust my psychic powers.

You read my mind. Cheers!