13x05 - Master Class S

[bunniefuu]

Um... I'm sorry to bother you.

How many students make it through
to the next round?

Usually a dozen
for the winter school.

And three are chosen
for the master class.

Thank you.

Good luck, darling.

Excuse me. My daughter
has been waiting
for the best part of an hour.

I'd like to speak to Sir Michael.
He's not here today.

The auditions are being overseen by
his daughters, Miriam and Constance.

♪ PIANO

I'm losing the will to live.

Please, Miriam.
He's almost finished.

Thank you very much.

We'll be in touch.

Very memorable.

Like witnessing genocide.

Next, we have...

Zoe Stock.

Oh.

BEETHOVEN: Appassionata

Oh, goodness!

Oh, love!
Is she all right?

Can we just have a moment?
Why does this keep happening?

What's wrong with me?
It doesn't matter.

We're going home.
Zoe, Zoe.

Please don't be upset.

You have enormous talent.

We're both stunned.
Really.

There's a place for you at
the winter school. If you want it.

When you're feeling better,
please think about it.

We'd be so thrilled if you said yes.

♪ DEBUSSY: Arabesque No.

♪ OFF NOTE

Damn!
(LAUGHTER)

My slight lapse of concentration
can only mean that it's lunchtime.

Back here at : , please.

Sir Michael,

could I just ask about how
you tackled the second section?

I approach each work in the same way.

These two Arabesques
are very early works,

composed when Debussy was
not much older than you are now.

He's great, isn't he?

Really great.
I've learned so much already.

I'm going for a stroll by the river
after lunch, if you fancy
coming with me.

Um... Maybe.

You know the hide in the wood?

I'll wait for you there.

..like rain falling
on the surface of the water.

Thank you.

Oh, Zoe! How are you getting on?

Good. I think. Really good.

So glad you joined the course.
How are you feeling
about the concert tomorrow?

Constance has shown me
some breathing exercises to help
with my nerves. I'll be all right.

Even if I don't get through,
this has been so much fun.

If there's anything I can do,
let me know.

I'm so looking forward to tomorrow.

It will be good
when the dross have gone.

Thank you.

Has Sir Michael made any decisions
yet about the chosen three?

Ooh, no. It all depends
what happens onstage.

If they can't cope
with the pressure -

It's tough, but the winner's
virtually guaranteed
an international career.

And the two runners-up?
Are not.

Zoe! Hey!

How are you?
I'm fine, thank you, Benedict.

I was thinking
we could practice together.

I'm a bit tied up at the moment.
See you later.

Oh, come on, Zo. It'll be nice.

Besides, we're going to be seeing
a lot more of each other
in the next couple of weeks.

Oh?
Well...

We'll both be going through
to the master class.

You know it. So do I.

Most of this lot will end up
playing dinner-dances.

I wish I had your confidence.

Zo?

... ... ...

Three more, you weed!

(LAUGHS)

That was rubbish!
Yeah? You try it.

Zoe, hi.
Hi.

Hey, Zoe.
Fancy a drink?

No, thanks.

Zoe and I arranged to go for a walk.

Actually, I have to practice the
Beethoven. Why don't you two go?

OK.

See you later.

(SPLASH)

Hey!

Hey!

Hang on! I'm coming!

Oh!

Help! Somebody help!

Zoe? Zoe, are you hurt?

No. Just the time of the month.

Ladies, this way, please.
We'll see you back at the house.

Come along, Constance.

What she needs is a warm bath
and bed with a hot water bottle.

Nothing downstream.
And the child?

No sign.

Zoe, I'm Detective
Chief Inspector Barnaby.

Causton CID.

I saw her sinking under the water.

And she had a baby.

Look,

why don't we go back to the house
and we can have a chat there?

You don't believe me, do you?
Nobody believes me.

I've learned to keep
a very open mind.

Come on.

I saw her.

Excuse me, what's going on?

We're doing a search of the river.

There's been a report of a possible
drowning. A young woman.

Oh, god, no.

Can I take your name, sir?

I'm Connor Gregory.

Rector of St Cecilia's.

There's an old eel trap!

And you didn't see anything?

No.

No, I... I didn't see a thing.

Who was that?

Said his name was Gregory, sir.
Father Gregory.

Oh, yeah. I thought I recognised him.

What did he want?

Nothing. Just wanted to know
what was going on.

Good question.

See you at the manor.

Are you all right?
Do I look all right, Orlando?

I spoke to your parents.
They'll be arriving shortly.

Thank you.
And you are?

I'm Constance Fielding.
Sir Michael's daughter.

Zoe, get changed. We need to talk
while it's still fresh in your mind.

I'm Detective Chief -
I know who you are.

You're Joyce's husband.

She's been helping us with the
arrangements for tomorrow's concert.

About years old, you say?

Yes.

Can you tell me anything about her?
How she looked. How she was dressed.

Um... She had a pale dress.

And... She had the most beautiful
blonde hair.

Long. Down her back.

And you actually saw her go under.

She was choking.

Gasping for air.

Then she was gone.

I tried to save her
but the current was so strong.

You did a very brave thing there.

Tell me, you say there was a child.

How old was that child?

A baby.
A baby?

It was just a baby.
(KNOCKING)

I'm sorry to interrupt.
Your parents have arrived, Zoe.

Good. We'll leave it there
for the time being.

Thank you.

Zoe, love!
Mum! It was awful!

I saw this woman...

So unnecessary.

Parents fussing around.

How do you mean?
Excuse me.

This is my sister Miriam.

Afternoon.

Tell me this.

Do you remember anything about
a drowning that took place
at the same spot about years ago?

I'm very struck by the similarities
with this incident.

A drowning? No.

Are you sure?

I was a junior officer at the time.

But I interviewed both of you.

I thought I recognised you
from somewhere.

Don't you remember, Constance?

Mr Barnaby came to the house.

Oh, yes. Vaguely!

I'm sorry, Mr Barnaby.
I have a memory like a sieve!

That's all right.

I will leave you in peace.

If there's anything else
that we can do to help.

Actually...

Do you have a spare ticket
for the concert?

Oh, but of course!

After everything Joyce
has done for us.

Thank you.

Anything?

No.
Oh.

Keep looking. But there was
a drowning here years ago.

Young woman.
Body was never identified.

Go through the records.
See what you can find.

Yes, sir.

What's the matter?

It's just that the water boys
have searched all the way
down to the weir.

She's lovely, but she's not
all there, is she?

Jones, she saw something.

I'm telling you, goose chase.

♪ DEBUSSY: Ad Parnassum

Don't just play the music.
Breathe it.

Next, we have Orlando Guest.

CHOPIN: Etude No.

If you'd just take your eyes off him
for one moment and concentrate on
the job in hand, I'd be grateful.

Francesca, take this seriously.
I am!

I just wish you'd lighten up
a little.

After what I've sacrificed
to get you here?!

Dad, what is it you want from me?

I want you to go on that stage and
play the right notes in the right
order in the right time!

Do you understand?
Perfectly.

Where are you going? You're on next!
Away from you.

♪ SCHUMANN: Arabesque Op

Are you sure you want to do this?
Yep.

You don't have to. We're proud
of you just the way you are.

We couldn't love you better.
Are you sure you're all right?

I feel fine.

There you are! Come on!

Zoe Stock's on next.
You won't want to miss her.

Oh, no. Coming.

What are you looking at?

I am looking at a photograph
of Sir Francis Galton.

And who might he be?

Francis Galton perfected the science
of fingerprinting.

Got it established as admissible
evidence in a court of law.

He revolutionised policing, that man.

Very interesting. Now come on!

I wonder what a musician
like Sir Michael

is doing with a photograph
of a th century criminologist
hanging on his wall.

And in...
with the golden air.

And out...
with the thick black smoke.

And now our final student today

is Zoe Stock.

♪ BEETHOVEN: Sonata No.

Night.
I don't believe it.

Is he ever wrong?

It's so weird.

What's weird?
There was another drowning.

years ago,
at the very same bridge.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we've heard some magnificent
performances tonight.

I could speak at length
about every student.

But I think it fairer
to announce immediately

the names of the three
who will join my master class.

In no particular order,

they are...

Francesca Sharpe.

Zoe Stock.

Well done, love.

And...

Orlando Guest.

Thank you all for coming.

I look forward to seeing you
in two weeks

when the winner of the Fielding
Prize will be announced.

Thank you. I'm very happy.

Thank you very much indeed.

Congratulations.
And you.

You must be so proud.
I don't know where she gets it from!

Not me.
Well done, Zoe.

Can I introduce myself?

I'm Connor Gregory,
rector of St Cecilia's.

And this is our organist,
Gordon Pope.

Just marvellous, Miss Stock!

Thank you.

We'd like to invite you
to the abbey.

We have one of the finest organs
in the country. Which you can play.

I'm not sure that's a good idea.
I'd hate Zoe to lose her touch
on the piano.

I play the church organ
all the time. I'm sure I'll cope.

We were thinking of attending
a Mass tomorrow.
Perhaps Zoe could play afterwards.

Perfect. We'll see you then.

I love that piece.
You played it so well.

It's one of my favourite pieces.

Zoe Stock is good,
but you can b*at her.

In this life,
the tortoise always wins.

So take your eyes off that young
man, roll up your sleeves.

Jolly good, well done.

Zoe.

I thought you were brilliant.

You weren't so bad yourself.

Friends?

We're going to have so much fun.

Penelope, congratulations.

Orlando's done so well.

Thank you.

Will you be staying
in town for the master classes?

Yes. Yes, I will.

Sir Michael, this is a great honour
for us both.

Francesca is going to work
very hard.

I'm sure she will.

Sir Michael, could we speak?
Not now, Benedict.

How could you put Orlando through
over me?

If you just give me a chance!
I made my decision. Excuse me.

My performance was outstanding!

You can't do this!

I will prove you wrong.

I'll prove you all wrong!

Congratulations, Orlando.

Stop.

What are you thinking about
when you're playing?

Um... I'm just...

concentrating.

What does it sound like?

A string of pearls perhaps?

Good.

Don't worry, Mrs Stock.
We've got a lovely room
that won't break the bank.

The manor is only five minutes away.
Good afternoon!

Mr Sharpe.

Ah, yes. We didn't get a chance
to say hello yesterday.

We did enjoy Francesca's performance.

Thank you, thank you.
And how is Zoe?

I do hope she's recovered after that
unfortunate incident by the river.

She's fine. Thank you.

Excuse us.

Here we are. En suite.

Oh, yes. Yes, it seems very nice.

Aaagh!

I'm sorry.
It's all right. I'm OK.

I have a condition.

I'm very sensitive to light.

There. I'm fine.

Please, don't worry.

Enjoy your stay.

Ah, sir. I found the case.

Your reports were very detailed.

Yes, well, I was a very keen
junior officer.

There was a body found
down by the river.

A blonde woman, early twenties.

But she was never identified.

That's right. And she was buried
in Causton cemetery.

Do you remember who reported
the incident?

The Reverend Gregory.

Did he?

Where have you been?
I couldn't get away.

I want you to...

To be my first.

Zoe! How did it go?

Fantastic!
Oh, I'm so pleased.

Are you off into town now?
My parents are at the pub.

We're driving to the abbey.

I don't think it's a good idea
for you to play the organ.

I don't mean to sound negative,
but it could damage your touch.

I'll be fine. Please don't worry.

I'll see you later.

Good afternoon, Miss Fielding.

Ah, Mr Sharpe.

Francesca's about to start
her master class with Sir Michael.

I'm about to make sure
she isn't late!

Have you seen her?

I think she went for a walk
in the woods.

With Orlando.

Thank you.

She knows Sir Michael's
expecting her.

I'd try one of the bird hides.

Benedict!

What are you doing here?

You have to speak to Sir Michael
for me.

Benedict!

How could he have chosen
Orlando over me?

I have to go.
It's just not fair!

I'm not like you. I don't have
a family to support me.

I'm self-taught.

I've k*lled myself to get this far.

Benedict.

You have real talent.

I'm sure that eventually
you'll succeed.

But you just have to accept
that it won't be here.

No.

I'm not going anywhere. I'm going
to make him change his bloody mind.

Benedict!

I'm going to miss you, Zo.

Zoe?

Are you all right?
Yeah, I'm fine, thank you.

What's Benedict still doing here?

Should I call the police?
No. Please don't.

All right. But be careful.

Francesca?

Francesca?

What are you doing?

You've got a class in ten minutes.
I know.

Everything all right?
Yes.

Absolutely fantastic.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The blood of Christ.
The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.
The blood of Christ.

(KNOCKING)
Come in.

Francesca.
Hello.

We're so looking forward
to your class, Sir Michael.

Good. Let's make a start.

Mr Sharpe, my master classes
are held in private.

I always attend Francesca's classes.
They can be so useful.

I'm sorry, but I insist.
Please leave.

I'll see you later.

I'm sorry.

He's not the worst I've known
by any means.

Play that for me.

♪ CHOPIN: Etude No.

All done with God?

Yes!

I dug out some scores
you might fancy.

Great. Mum, why don't you
go and sit down?

Right. Come on.
Hello. What are you doing here?

I came for a word with Father
Gregory. But don't let us stop you.

There is something I wanted
to mention to you, if you have
a moment afterwards.

Of course, of course.

What are those policemen doing here?

I don't know.

It's her.
How can you be sure?

She's the spitting image.

We must be absolutely certain.

♪ BACH: Prelude and Fugue in E minor

Father Gregory. We have met.
I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby, Causton CID.

Yes. At the concert the other night.

No, no. Much before that.

I took a statement from you in ,

when you reported a woman
struggling in the river.

Do you remember that?

That's right.

Gosh! That was a long time ago!

Indeed it was. I understand that
you spoke to my colleague here.

Down by the riverside
a couple of days ago?

Oh, yes. The woman with the baby.

Hello, again.
Hello.

Father Gregory, were you struck
by the similarities between
the two incidents at all?

No.

But now you mention it,
it is rather uncanny, isn't it?

Isn't it.

It is a wonder, is it not,

where talent like that comes from.

As a man of the cloth,
I'm obliged to say from God.

But I'll concede that nurture
has something to do with it too.

I'll leave you to enjoy the music.

He remembers more
than he's letting on.

He said, 'The woman with the baby.'

I never mentioned the baby.

Good. Very good.

She plays well, doesn't she?

It's not my kind of music, sir.

Well, go and wait in the car.

(MUSIC FINISHES)

Oh, Zoe, I am so impressed.

You must know this.
The Fantasia Jesu, Meine Freude.

Yes.
Would you play it for me?

Of course. Just a moment.
But Zoe!

RADIO: (MUSIC)

Mr Barnaby!

Mr Barnaby...

Oh, my god! Zoe!

What was it?
Sweetheart!

Who has access to the tower?

With the building work, tradesmen
come and go all day long.

I need written statements
from everyone who was in the abbey
at the time.

You included.

Will you all go into the house,
please?

Zoe, not you.

I want to talk to you on your own.

Zoe, what was it you wanted to tell
me down there at the abbey?

Oh... It's really nothing.

Nothing?

Well... I'm sure he had nothing
to do with it,

but Benedict Marsh hasn't left.

He's hanging around.

You spoke to him?

As I was leaving for the abbey.

He's convinced Sir Michael
will change his mind.

What's the matter with your neck?

Oh... Is it my rash?

It's nothing. It's the Communion
wine. I'm allergic to alcohol.

I see. All right, Zoe. That's all.

Mr Sharpe.

Mr Sharpe, would you mind telling me
where you've been
for the last two hours?

I've been listening
to Francesca play.

Just the two of you?

No. Well, Francesca had a class
with Sir Michael.

And you attended?
I wasn't...

..in the room exactly.

But I was listening.

Through the window?

What's wrong with that?

Would you mind telling me
what's going on?

Not at all. Someone has just tried
to k*ll Zoe Stock.

You don't think I was involved,
do you?

It would help, Mr Sharpe,
if you had a better alibi.

I can tell you exactly
what they played!

What they discussed.

I can even tell you the snide
remarks Sir Michael made about me.

Inspector!

I... I don't like to interfere,
but...

I think you should talk
to Benedict Marsh.

Oh?

I witnessed a rather ugly encounter
between he and Zoe this morning,
as I was arriving.

And you were here the whole time,
were you?

Yes, I was in the library,
rehearsing with my son. I...

The housekeeper did see us.

Yes. Thank you.

I was only trying to help.

The atmosphere is poisonous.

She was almost k*lled.
It was just an unfortunate accident.

I simply cannot believe
that anyone would make a deliberate
attempt on her life.

They're all cranked up here
as if nothing else matters!

Who cares about a damn prize?!

Please, can we sit down
and think about this rationally?

Please.

I have been hard on Zoe.

Too hard, perhaps.

But I've done so because
I truly believe that Zoe
has a very special gift.

I'll be frank with you,
Mr and Mrs Stock.

I have not come across
anyone like Zoe.

She's -
World class.

It's as if she was born
with music inside her.

Sir Michael, sorry to butt in.

But if that is the case,

surely you could put the other
students out of their misery
and award the prize to Zoe now.

I have to be absolutely sure
that Zoe can cope
with the pressure at the top.

If she can't, awarding her
the prize is absolutely pointless.

She's been making huge strides
forward here.

The panic att*cks have stopped.

And she's been so happy with us.

What about the thr*at to her life?!

Mr Barnaby,

do you think our daughter Zoe
is in any danger?

It seems so, yeah.

From whom?
I can't answer that question.

But I do know that her talent is
stirring up very strong feelings.

That's it. Come on, love.

Oh, Zoe. Your father and I
want you to come home with us.

What? No!

I'm going to stay.
It's not up for discussion, love.

But it's my decision.
Dad, I'm years old.

I can't explain it, but there's
something about this place.

I know I must stay.

That's your talent talking, Zoe.

You'll be quite safe with us.

Sorry, Dad.

I know you've always wanted
the best for me.

But this is something
I've just got to do.

I could arrange protection, Zoe.
If that will set your mind at rest.

I was a Special for years,
Mr Barnaby. I'll be keeping
an eye on her.

I want you to stay with us
at the pub, then, Zoe.

But she'd be so much happier
here with us.

It's not negotiable.

(KNOCKING)

Come in.

Are you leaving?
No.

I'm staying at the pub with my
parents. They're worried about me.

I heard what happened.

Are you OK?

Why would anyone want to k*ll me?

It was an accident.

It must have been.

Zoe...

Zoe.

She's not giving up.

She will.

Have you kissed her?

Yep. She's falling in love with me.

Good. But take it slowly.

We women are vain.

We like to think that we're
the ones doing the choosing.

What about Francesca?

Zoe's bound to find out I had her.

So much the better.

Winning you from her rival
will prove an intoxicating thrill.

She'll feel confident in your love
and give you her heart completely.

Then, when you break it,
she'll be destroyed.

Sir Michael favours Zoe.

He's asked me to dinner
tomorrow night.

I really wouldn't worry about him.

I do hope that young man
isn't going to mess things up.

With his looks, I would say
it was inevitable.

Keep an eye on him.

We can't have him ruining our Zoe.

♪ SINGING

♪ They came to the door
of a wayside inn, parlez-vous♪

Ah, Jones.
Sir.

Are you sure you don't want
an officer here?

No, no. I'll just take her suitcase
up and check the room.

OK. But you call if you need help,
all right?

Anything from the abbey?

No dabs, no footprints,
no witnesses.

Father Gregory?
Very upset.

Or using that as an excuse
for not telling us everything.

What's going on here?
She's staying here with her father.

Oh?
He used to be a Special.

That's enough of that!
There's ladies present!

(JEERING)
That's Jonas Slee.

Didn't we arrest him a few years
ago for distilling brandy?

Amongst other things.

He's not bad on the old Joanna.

Oh, that's your kind of music, is it?

What is it, Zoe?

It's her.

The woman who jumped into the river.

But that's dated .

It's her.

Why don't you go upstairs
with your father, Zoe?

Zoe, it's all clear.

♪ JAZZ

That's the woman Zoe said she saw
in the river.

Mr Slee.

I'm sorry.
Could we have a word, please?

Gentlemen.

Mr Slee...

Who is this?

That's Mad Molly.
Mad Molly who?

Just...Mad Molly.

Something of a character, she was.

Lived in a shack in the woods.

I think I took that photograph
at the harvest festival.

Haven't seen her for years.
Why 'mad' Molly?

Was she ill?
She had bad days.

Sometimes she'd come in here
babbling on about evil spirits
and all that.

Was she a local? From round here?

No-one really knew.

There was some gypsies
camped in the woods for a while.

People thought she might have got
left behind when they moved on.

What happened to her?

I've no idea.
Are you sure?

As you know, Chief Inspector,

over the years, I've been...away
from time to time.

Jonas, may I borrow this?

Be my guest.

Get 'em in, Rosie!

What's that you're reading?

It's a biography
of Sir Francis Galton.

Ooh, the fingerprint man.

Among other things.

He had some very dubious ideas
about genetics.

He believed that imperfections
could be bred out of a population.

Apart from you, his biggest fans
seem to have been the Nazis.

Let's have a look. Ta.

(YAWNS) Good night.

♪ CHOPIN: Etude No.

SIR MICHAEL: (SPEAKING)

That's better.

Do you remember anything else
about the woman you saw?

Well, I got a sense of her.

She was desperate.

But I think she was kind.

Zoe, you say you've never been here
before, right?

There's something I want to show you.
Come on.

Where are we going?

Oh!

I'm with you. Stay calm.

I want to go inside.

Who lived here?

The woman in the photograph.

It looks as if she was very afraid
of something.

Ah.

When you pull the string,
she says...

'Who's a good girl?'

Who's a good girl?
Who's a good girl?

Who's a good girl?

Who's a good girl?
Who's a good girl?

Is there any possibility
that she could have visited
that old house some time before?

Did you ever come down here
on a day trip perhaps?

No. The only time we've ever been
here before was when we brought Zoe
for an audition.

She recognised that house.
As you've already witnessed,

Zoe does have a very vivid
imagination.

She does indeed.

You strike me
as being very decent people.

Zoe's very lucky to have
such loving parents.

But for some reason,

you are not telling me everything.

Why is that?
We want to help you.

Then help us to persuade Zoe
to come home.

What is it that you fear so much?

If we've done anything wrong -
Please.

Mr Barnaby, don't push any further.

..it's with love in our hearts.
I don't doubt that, Mr Stock.

But I have a very strong feeling

that this is not going to end well.

Very good, Zoe.
Let's leave it there for now.

I've never known anyone
make so much progress.

Just leapt ahead.

I thought I'd reached the point
where life no longer held surprises.

But when I hear you play,
I feel like a young man again.

I'm glad.

We're going to work like demons.

By the time we've finished,

you'll be ready to take the world
by storm.

Go and rest now.

After lunch, we'll look at
the Prelude and Fugue.

Zoe.

What's up? You seem spooked.

Nothing. I'm fine.

Kiss me, please.

I thought you were in love
with Francesca.

Francesca?
The dullest girl in England.

Don't be so horrid.

Meet me tonight.

At the hide in the wood.
I can't.

My dad's got me under house arrest
at the pub.

Please.

I might try and sneak out if I can.

Ten.

Francesca -
You utter bastard!

Ah, Orlando.
Have you seen Francesca?

Yeah, I think she went upstairs.

She um... She seemed a little upset.

Whatever's the matter?

He doesn't love me. He used me.

Oh... What did I tell you?

You don't seriously think that
he's interested in you, do you?

All he cares about is the prize!

I love him.

There's no such thing as love.

We have come too far.
So you stop your crying!

And get down to the studio
and practice!

You leave Orlando Guest to me.

Oh.

Never mind. Thanks.

Sir, I've spoken to every hotel,
B&B and hostel in the area.

No sign of him.

Oh...

Already found out where
Benedict Marsh is sleeping.

I should have told you sooner.
Sorry, Stevens.

So where is he, then?

Benedict Marsh is sleeping rough.

In fact...

Thank you, Stevens. Go home now.
Call it a day.

Thank you, sir.

Not you, Jones.

Come with me.

Penelope.
Sir Michael.

I think I'll turn in.

Night-night, love.

Be sure to lock the door, love.
I will.

I know that Orlando
is extremely grateful
for all that you're doing for him.

He's a very talented young man.

And you're a very beautiful woman.

Would you play for me?

No.

Benedict! Don't run away!
Come back here!

Jones, after him!

Orlando, are you there?

Orlando?

Lost him, sir.

Jones, what do you make of this?

Haem something?

Please don't do this.

I'm getting scared.

(SCREAMS)

♪ LISTZ: Wagner's Liebestod

Zoe?

Zoe?

Come on, love. Up you come.

Stevens, I need you here now.
Devington Manor.

Emergency services. Full monty.

Devington Woods.

Sir Michael!

Oh, you poor thing!

She wants somewhere she can
lie down on her own.

But of course! What happened?

Just get her a hot cup of tea,
please!

(SOBS)

Look after her, Stevens.
No-one is to talk to her. No-one.

Zoe?

Outside, please.

Come on.

Is Mrs Guest in the house?

(KNOCKING)

Wait!

Barnaby.

Mrs Guest...

Would you come with me, please?
Whatever is the matter?

I've got some very bad news.

It's Orlando.

No. No!

Any sign of Benedict Marsh?

We've combed the woods and
I've put out an all-points call.

Classic star-shaped fracture
to the skull.

Result of a massive blow
with a blunt instrument.

Was he dead before he was strung up?
Probably not.

Looks like he d*ed of suffocation.

His neck isn't broken,
so he certainly didn't jump.

George, while you're there,

tell me what this is.

What's that stuff?

Haem arginate.

It's used in the treatment
of a group of conditions
known as porphyria.

Symptoms?

It affects the autonomic
nervous system.

Could produce hallucinations,
paranoia.

Pray we've made a mistake.

No mistake.

It's her.

We must phone the police.

How can we?!

No, no.

We must speak to her parents.

Tell them the truth.

Who is it?
Wouldn't say.

Hello.
Mr Stock?

This is Connor Gregory,
rector of St Cecilia's.

We need to speak urgently.

It's about Zoe.

What is it, love?

What?!

Meet me at St Cecilia's shrine in...

half an hour.

What?

Oh, god.

We've got to go.

Terry?

What is it, Terry?

Father Gregory? Hello, Father?

Father Gregory?

Father?

Oh, my god!

(DOOR)

What do we do?!

Come on.

He was the most decent man
I've ever met.

He didn't tell you
who he was meeting?

No.

And you didn't see anyone entering
or leaving the shrine?

No.
Sir.

Have a look at this.

What's a priest doing with
the results of a DNA test?

He sent two samples.

And got a match.

Get hold of the lab. Find out
where the samples came from.

(BANGING)

We need to speak to Zoe in private.
I'm afraid you can't.

We're her parents, for god's sake!
Mr Stock!

Zoe, love!

We're going home, love.

I can't. Inspector -

I don't care what Barnaby said.
Let's go.

After all they've done for me here,
I can't just walk out.

There's been another m*rder.

Father Gregory. He's dead.

What?!

What?
I don't know how to say this, love.

But the k*lling,

it's all about you.

What do you mean?

We'll tell you when you get home.
No! What are you saying?

Tell me now.

We...

We're not your real...

We're not your biological parents,
love.

We adopted you.

That's what all this is about.
What?!

This is a joke, right?

Come with us and we'll tell you.
No!

For god's sake, Zoe. These people,
they don't have your best interests
at heart.

You're liars!
Please, love.

Leave me alone! Whoever you are, go!

Go on, go!

I'm afraid you must leave. Now.

Thank you.

Father Gregory asked the lab
to compare two DNA samples.

One from a strand of hair.

The other -
Saliva.

How did you know that?

Come on.

We have to speak to the police.
We adopted her illegally!

What choice do we have?
We might lose her!

Better we lose her
than she ends up dead!

What her soul needs now is music.

Yes, sir.

What happened to Francesca?
She's gone home.

Looks like I won the prize
after all, then, doesn't it?

We've decided to abandon the prize.

I've spoken with Miriam
and Constance.

There won't be another school.

You can't stop teaching.

I can't go on.

You'll be my last student.

♪ BACH: Solfegietto

Sister Agnes.

What was a priest doing
making DNA checks?

I don't know.

I saw you, Sister Agnes,

take the one DNA sample
from the chalice

when Zoe was receiving Communion.

The body of Christ.

Where did the second sample
come from?

Please,

don't make me break my vows.

I just can't tell you.
We've spoken to the lab.

We know they match.

Why? Why did you do this?

What is so special about Zoe?

When we spoke to Father Gregory
about the woman Zoe saw jump
from the bridge,

he said there was a baby.

Did he?
We didn't mention any baby.

No baby has been found.

So what baby was Father Gregory
talking about?

Please believe me.
(PHONE)

Both Father Gregory and I acted in
the best interests of the child.

I can't tell you any more.
What?!

Sir.

(ELECTRIC SAW)

First Zoe, now her parents.

Accident?
Or induced?

No sign of skidding, sir.

Get Forensics to look at the brakes.

No, Zoe! Wait!

They're dead, aren't they?
No, they're alive.

I want to see them!
The medics are dong their best work.

If I hadn't rejected them...

What do you mean?

They said that they'd explain
everything when we got home.

Let's get them to hospital
first of all.

When they're comfortable,
when they can talk,

then we'll find out
exactly what happened.

Mum!
Zoe, they're in good hands.

There's nothing more
for you to do here now.

Stevens, take her back to the manor.
No!

Gail will take you to the hospital
as soon as they're conscious,
as soon as they can talk.

Come on.

You need to rest.

Are you sure she's going to be safe
there?

I'm pretty sure she wasn't
the target at the abbey.

I don't think anyone's trying
to k*ll Zoe.

Stevens can stand down.

(CREAKING)

My darling girl.

Home at last.

Sister Agnes, two people have d*ed.

Another two are seriously injured
in the hospital.

You must tell me the truth
about this.

Molly was Zoe's real mother,
wasn't she?

And Father Gregory recognised Zoe
down by the riverside

because she is the spitting image
of her mother.

And you did the DNA test
to make sure.

Tell me, where did that
second sample come from?

This locket belonged to Molly.

She's interwoven a strand of
her own hair with that of Zoe's.

Father Gregory kept it in his safe.

When the DNA test matched,

we knew that somehow

Zoe had come back to Midsomer.

Father Gregory found the baby Zoe
down by the riverbank,

years ago, after her mother
had thrown herself into the water.

Zoe's visions,

they must have been triggered
when she returned to the river.

I think she sees things
as though they're real.

Why didn't Father Gregory hand
the child over to the police?

I don't know.

He'd learned the full horror
of Molly's circumstances
in the confessional.

He would never have violated
its sanctity.

(PHONE)
Excuse me.

Barnaby.

Ah, George. Just the man.

Porphyria.
Sir?

The disease that gave rise
to the vampire legend.

Oh, the medicine bottle.

Had a talk with Bullard again.

Apparently, it's hereditary.
Mad Molly certainly had it.

It causes stomach pains
and allergies.

Especially to alcohol.

Zoe's allergic to alcohol.

And Sir Michael suffers from
stomach cramps.

Is he awake?
In and out of consciousness.

♪ SCHUBERT: Impromptu Opus No.

I don't know why you bother with me.

Compared to you, I am ordinary.

No. You'll be much greater than me.

Very soon, the world will recognise
your talent.

Zoe, I have a confession to make.

What?

And don't be shocked.

But I've fallen in love with you.

There, I've said it.
And don't be angry with me.

With your talent, it was inevitable.

And your beauty.
No.

We have a connection.

I feel it too.

Oh, you don't know how happy
you've made me.

Will you bless me
with a night together?

(GROANS)

Barnaby.
Mr Stock.

He's a monster.

Sir Michael?

You must stop him.

How do you mean?

Zoe. She's not ours.

Not by birth.
I know.

Molly. She was the mother.

Sir Mi...

Sir Michael is her grandfather.

I thought as much.

No, you don't understand.

She's his daughter.

M-Molly?
No.

Zoe.

I'm sorry.
Daughter or granddaughter?

Both.

Stop him, Barnaby.
You must stop him.

Come on.

(SIREN)

We need back-up! Devington Manor.

Now phone Zoe!

(SIREN)

(PHONE)
Leave it.

It might be the hospital.
Leave it, Zoe.

Hello.
Zoe, it's DS Jones.

Get out of the house!
We're on our way.

Why?

What do you mean?
Give it here!

Zoe, Sir Michael is your father.

What?
And your grandfather.

Get out of there!

Zoe!

Zoe, can you hear me? Zoe!

Let me go!
Don't be silly, Zoe.

Don't you see?

You'd be making history!

Imagine the talent
your baby will inherit.

Let me go!
Zoe!

Stop her!

Zoe, come back!

We're your real family!

(SIRENS)

We've given you everything,
you ungrateful little bitch!

Inside! Upstairs as well!

No sign of life.
Where is she?

The river, the bridge, the shack?

River.

Zoe, come back!

You've nothing to fear!

Oh!
Hello, Zoe.

Police! I need to call the police!

Whatever's the matter?
Please help me.

They k*lled Orlando Guest and they
k*lled the priest. They tried
to k*ll my parents.

You're safe now. I'll take you.
This is the way back to the manor.

Don't you worry, my girl.
Stop, please!

Let go of me!

Zoe, that's no way to talk
to your brother now, is it?

(SCREAMS)

Zoe!

We're going home!

No! Let me go!

There you are, Zoe.

You ungrateful little horror!

I'm very disappointed, Zoe.
Stop there!

Stay exactly where you are!
Agh!

Come on. Get up. On your feet!

Mummy.

Mummy.

Run, Mummy! Run!

(SIREN)

Bring these three! The two women
will be charged with m*rder.
Caution them.

Goodbye, my love.

Always remember...
Always remember that I love you.

..that I love you.

Don't cry out now.
You mustn't cry.

Stay silent.

Molly, where are you?

Run, Mummy!

There she is! Molly!

Where's the baby?

Can you see her?
Where is she?

Zoe! Baby Zoe!

Where are you?

Zoe, it's all right.

It's all right.

It's over now.

Have you nothing at all to say,
Sir Michael?

Nothing that you'd understand.
Oh, please, sir. Try me.

I'm now very familiar with the works
of Sir Francis Galton.

People don't understand
that the human race
is heading for a catastrophe.

If we lose the good genes,
we're finished.

Why don't you start with
the incident at St Cecilia's?

It was me you were after, wasn't it?

We were anxious that you were
taking too much interest in Molly.

Well done.

And Orlando Guest was proving to be
an impediment.

He was a nice boy.

But he had the most dreadful
left hand.

Orlando!
Zoe?

Zo?

Zoe?

Did rather feel for his mother
though.

She was very attractive.

Must have been quite an effort.
You know, stringing him up
under the hide.

My son Jonas may not be very bright,
but he's as strong as an ox.

Did the loss of Molly
cause you suffering?

Molly was born an idiot.

It was for the best
that she drowned.

The loss of Zoe caused us
enormous pain.

And Father Gregory?
Oh, we'd always suspected him.

I mean, who's he to take our child
away from us?

Oh, the girls took such pleasure
in giving the Reverend Gregory
what he deserved.

♪ WAGNER: Siegfried's Funeral March

And Zoe's adoptive parents?

Those people...

We were hardly going to let them
take Zoe back to wherever it was
they came from, were we?

It's a miracle
they hadn't ruined her.

Terry? Terry!

Bloody Miriam.

If she'd made a proper job of it,
we wouldn't be sitting here now,
would we?

So you are admitting
incitement to m*rder?

British people are degenerating
into a nation of half-wits.

Someone had to act.

My child of Zoe
would have been special.

I heard her playing
on a radio programme
for talented young musicians.

That's how we discovered her,
where she was.

As soon as she touched the keys,
I knew that she was a Fielding.

It's in the genes, you know.

I'll get her a new stone.

♪ CHOPIN: Nocturne No.

Good evening, sir.

Barnaby is the name.

I'll just check, sir.

That's really lovely. Wonderful.

Do you know anything
by Lionel Richie?

Three Times A Lady?

Fancy a takeaway?