18x01 - Habeas Corpus

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Craig.

I'm so sorry.

Top of the stairs, first door
on the left. Thank you.

Right.

Felix.

I'm so sorry, darling.

You're too late.

Mrs Lancaster?
A word, please.

Where's the body?

Come on, Betty.

And pink Ted.

Morning, Charlie.
Morning.

You're here early, aren't you?

I had to drop Kate's keys
into the estate agent

and get the rest of my stuff
into storage, so...

Back at the B&B?

Our loss is Brighton
University's gain.

And how is our new
Professor Wilding getting on?

Good. Good.
She's loving the job.

You know she's staying with Ben
Jones while she's house-hunting?

No.

John never tells me anything.
Yeah.

He looks good with a beard.

Looks like
they're having a ball.

I'm sure she's missing you, too,
Charlie.

How's her replacement
settling in?

Kam? Yeah, she's very um...

Very efficient.

Dr Karimore
keeps Nelson on his toes.

I don't think
she likes me very much.

That's not true. You just need
the right case to break the ice.

Which is exactly why I'm here.

There's been an incident
over at Little Malton.

An incident?
A dead body has... vanished.

So, Gregory Lancaster, ,

d*ed at home last night
from pneumonia

attended by his doctor
and surrounded by his family.

When the undertakers arrived,
he'd disappeared.

It's a first, isn't it?

Question is, are we dealing with
a body snatcher or a m*rder*r?

Looks like Kam and her team
b*at us to it.

No need to feel threatened,
Nelson.

- Dr Karimore?
- Hello.

Few seconds.

You can get one of the team
to do that, you know?

There's no substitute
for personal investigation.

Please, call me Kam.
Hi, Charlie.

Sorry, Kam. Don't suppose
there's much you can tell

from an empty room?
Quite the opposite.

Right.
Let's start with the bed.

The undersheet
has been pulled to the right,

suggesting the body was removed
from this side.

And see this?
The weft of the carpet.

It's flattened in the same way.

And these unusual fibres
were on the floor and pillow.

All suggesting the body may have
been removed via the window.

Exactly.
Morphine?

Is it unusual to prescribe that
for pneumonia?

Not unheard of if the patient
is in severe distress.

Don't worry,
I've already dusted for prints.

Oh.

Can I touch this?
Yep, it's been processed.

No handy trees or drainpipes.

No access to the terrace.

It would have been difficult
to get a ladder up here.

Rigor mortis
wouldn't have set in.

The corpse
would still be pliable.

So it could have been taken
by somebody acting alone

in a fireman's lift,
for example?

I think that's possible.
Thank you, Kam.

Linda.
Ma'am.

So, the body was either
taken through the window

or carried through the house.

Either way it's insanely risky.

Whoever did this
isn't afraid of risk.

Did your husband's death come
as a surprise, Mrs Lancaster?

Yes. And no.

Two weeks ago,
he contracted a chest infection

which turned into pneumonia.

He was vulnerable,
so we knew the dangers.

Vulnerable why?
He wasn't very old.

Gregory broke his pelvis
in an accident years ago.

He was never
really well afterwards.

You, your daughter and your
son-in-law were all in the room

when Dr Vernon pronounced
your husband dead? Correct?

Yes.

Although Craig and Rose
are not married,

so technically
he's not my son-in-law.

I'm a midwife
based at Causton Hospital.

My mother phoned
to say Dad was...

..sinking fast.

So I abandoned my shift
and came home.

So at least
I got to say goodbye.

What did you do
after your father passed away?

We came downstairs.

I went out into the garden to...

sort of clear my head.

I should have stayed with Daddy.

Then none of this
would have happened.

But you had no reason to believe

anything like this would happen,
did you?

No.

We'd like to speak
to Craig if he's around.

Oh. He's at work.
He's a tree surgeon

but he won't have gone far.

It's just he finds trees
less stressful than people.

Were Rose and her father close?

Rose was devoted to her father.

And your son?

Well, he travelled for hours
to get here in time.

Unfortunately, he was too late.

He arrived a few minutes
after the undertaker.

I assume Mr Lancaster
left a will?

Would you mind
telling me what's in it?

I get an annuity
and a cottage in the village.

Everything else goes to Felix.

Father to son, the way we've
always done it in this family.

And your daughter?
Does she get anything?

No.

I'd just flown back
from Buenos Aires.

I'm a polar expedition leader.

I spend most of my time
in Antarctica.

I was just about to go
into the Vinson Massif

when I got the message
to say that my father was ill.

How did you get from
the airport to Little Malton?

I hired a car.

I drove far too fast, but I...

I still got here too late.

I'd been in the house
for less than a minute

when the undertakers discovered
my father's body was missing.

What's going on, Inspector?

Is this some sort of
monstrous practical joke?

It's possible, Mr Lancaster,
but I doubt it.

Do you realise that with
the investigation underway,

your inheritance is on hold?

This is hardly the time
to be discussing that.

Right now my only concern
is getting my father back.

That sounds like
our not-quite son-in-law now.

How does a tree surgeon bag the
daughter of the local squire?

Nelson, I do believe the
countryside's getting to you.

You're turning into a snob.

Hi.

You wanted to speak to me?
Yes, please, Mr Coffley.

I'm DCI Barnaby, Causton CID.

This is Sergeant Nelson.

Would you mind telling us
what you did last night

immediately after Dr Vernon
pronounced Mr Lancaster dead?

We all came downstairs.

Rose wanted to be alone,
so I left her to it.

Did you get on well
with Mr Lancaster?

He was civil enough.

Let me live in his house.
I can't complain.

And Mrs Lancaster?

How long have you lived
at Malton Hall?

Nearly four years. Came to do
a bit of work on the estate.

Met Rose. Just never left.

Not that that's
going to last much longer.

What do you mean?

Felix isn't going to hang around
and run the place

whatever Hermione thinks.

He'll have it on the market
the first chance he gets.

What are they all still doing
poking around here?

They should be out
looking for Dad.

They think it's one of us.

That's absurd.
Have you any other ideas?

A disgruntled tenant,
an old enemy of Dad's...

This day just keeps
getting worse.

Your father didn't have
any enemies, darling.

He'd barely
left the house for years.

Mrs Lancaster, I was so sorry
to hear about your husband.

Thank you.

Relieved, too, I'm sure.

You don't seriously imagine
I'd take pleasure

in an outrage like this?

Mr Lancaster understood
my point of view.

Which is more than I did.

Regardless
of past disagreements,

please accept
my sincere condolences.

And if there's anything
I can do...

I think you've done enough,
Reverend Ackers.

My officers and the forensics
team will be finished here soon.

Thank you.

Mr Lancaster,
I assume you will remain

in Little Malton
for the time being?

Well, of course he will.

He's got an estate to run.

What exactly are your plans,
Felix?

Don't you think
you should be straight with Mum?

What are you two talking about?

It may not be possible
for us to keep the hall on.

You can't be serious?

Well, this place eats cash.

Plus, there are
the death duties on top.

But whatever happens,
I will make sure

you are very well looked after,
you know that.

I don't usually doubt
your information, Nelson,

but are you sure?

This is Dr Vernon's home address,
according to his receptionist.

At least we can k*ll two birds
with one stone.

I'll take the doctor.

You take the undertaker.

Had Dr Vernon warned you

that Mr Lancaster was likely
to die at any moment?

Not at all. We operate on
the Chinese walls principle.

Isaac doesn't tip me off
about possible clients.

I wasn't suggesting he does,
Mr Southwood.

It's just you seem to have
got to Malton Hall very quickly.

Well, we always respond swiftly

to requests for our services,
Sergeant.

Tell me what happened
when you got there.

Craig let us in and directed us
to Mr Lancaster's room.

But it was empty.

Did you notice
anything else odd?

Was the bedroom window
open or closed?

Open.
Closed.

Oh, you're right. It was open.

Were you completely satisfied

that it was pneumonia
that k*lled Mr Lancaster?

Of course.

What else are you suggesting?

An overdose of morphine perhaps?

The quantity of morphine
left in the bottle

wasn't consistent
with an overdose.

Once again, the answer
to your question is yes.

I'm satisfied that Gregory
Lancaster d*ed of pneumonia.

Thank you, Doctor.

It's rather an unusual set-up
you have here, isn't it?

Doctor and undertaker
living together, you mean?

We get the occasional joke
about a one-stop shop. Yes.

But I can assure you that our
partnership is purely personal.

We keep our professional lives
entirely separate.

Hello?
Hello, darling.

Betty's not asleep yet?
No, she wouldn't settle.

Pink Ted's gone missing.
Another missing body?

That's all I need. Long story.
I'll tell you over supper.

Not unless we find
this missing toy, you won't.

How's Charlie getting on? He
seemed a bit down this morning.

He's fine.
His new landlady's spoiling him.

Her son has just left for uni.

Still, I think we should
have him round for dinner.

Have you looked in Betty's room?

Genius
Why didn't I think of that

Aha.
Where was it?

Under the cushion.
How on earth did he get there?

These things
have a mind of their own.

Should we take this opportunity
to permanently disappear it?

No!

Coming, Betty.

Well... you weren't much help,
were you?

Eve!

Come back!

Eve?

♪♪

Good morning, ladies.

Morning!

Is Violet any better?
No.

I've been up half the night
with her.

Going to have to call the vet.

Poor Violet.
Poor me!

You should have been a vet,
not an undertaker.

You'd make a fortune.
Bye, Mum. Bye, darling.

Hello, darling.
Have you seen pink Ted?

He's gone missing.
Missing again?

Yeah, afraid so.
I'd notice if I'd brought

a pink teddy bear
to work with me.

Good luck.
Bye.

Someone's going to great lengths

to ensure
I don't get my hands on a body.

Don't take it personally.
What do we know?

Lydia Mary Dryfield.

d*ed five months ago
at the age of .

Lived in the village.
Never married.

And until she retired
years ago,

she was
the Lancaster family's nanny.

So this was aimed at them?

Or that's what
we're supposed to think?

There's only one set
of footprints from the grave.

A single perpetrator.

Looks like we could be
dealing with the same person.

What state would the body
be in after five months?

The coffin's solid oak.

And if the body was embalmed,
that would delay putrefaction.

In layman's terms
she could look quite fresh.

It looks as if the coffin was
smashed open with an axe.

With a blade
centimetres by .

Thickness of... . millimetres.

That's very accurate.

Absolutely. Digital calliper.

Anything unusual
about those measurements?

Unfortunately not.
It's a standard axe head

sold in any DIY shop.

But once they move the coffin,
I can get in there

and have a closer look.

It's all much more crude
and obvious

than the Malton Hall incident.

Find out if there's anyone else

connected to the
Lancaster family buried here.

We need to know if there are
other potential targets.

Felix, my friend.
Good to see you, Sonny.

And you.

But this is a sad time.

Yep. Sad and grotesquely
complicated.

We'll find a way through.

I promise.

Mrs Lancaster.

Good heavens!

Sonny Desai.

I'm so sorry.

Gregory's death was bad enough,
but now this.

It's all absolutely ghastly.

Except for seeing you,
of course.

But I can't believe you came
all this way

just to pay your respects.

I'm sorry, I thought you knew.

I'm buying Malton Hall.

Reverend Ackers.
DCI Barnaby, Causton CID.

This is DS Nelson. Mr Coffley.

Craig was passing
and saw all the activity.

Mel was a bit shaky
so I stayed with her.

I'll be off, then.

This morning's been
a bit of a shock.

Quite sickening actually.

Have there been
any other incidents lately?

Graffiti on the graves,
vandalism of any kind?

Nothing.

Did you know Lydia Dryfield
well?

She came to church regularly.

And I visited her a bit
when I first came to St John's.

But she wasn't
terribly welcoming.

Made it clear she didn't approve
of female clergy.

You weren't very welcome at
Malton Hall either, were you?

Come and look at this.

The Lancaster Chapel.

All Gregory Lancaster's
ancestors are buried here.

Inside the church?

Quite. I had to make it clear
to Gregory

I wasn't going to allow
the practice to continue.

It's profoundly undemocratic.

Against everything Christianity
ought to stand for.

How did he take your decision?

Pretty well, really.

Unlike his wife and daughter,
who've frozen me out ever since.

I wonder if her stand
over the chapel

is the only reason
the Reverend Ackers

is persona non grata
at Malton Hall.

She and Coffley did seem
quite close, didn't they?

I'm off back to the lab
unless there's anything else?

Oh.
What's wrong?

Nothing. Betty's favourite
cuddly toy has somehow

found its way
into the back of my car.

Ructions at nap time?
Probably.

This is the second time
in hours it's gone missing.

Look out for any links with the
crime scene at Malton Hall.

Of course.

Can I drop the toy off anywhere
on my way to the lab?

That's very kind.
If you could leave it

at the front desk
at the station,

my wife can pick it up later.

No problem.

Put it in that.

Stop smirking, Nelson. Come
with me to the undertaker's.

Was there anything unusual
about Miss Dryfield's funeral?

Er... not in the least.

I'll get the file for you.

Who made the arrangements?
Mrs Lancaster.

Miss Dryfield
had no close family, you see.

Did the Lancasters
cover the costs as well?

Yes, but Miss Dryfield
had made her wishes clear.

It's such a comfort to the dying
to know that

everything
will be taken care of,

just the way they want.

And Caleb never lets them down.

Are you all right?

Dr Vernon, thank you for coming.

I assume Lydia Dryfield
was a patient of yours?

Yes.

What did she die of?
A massive stroke.

Following several minor ones.

You signed
the death certificate.

Naturally.

Given that she was interred,
only one signature was needed?

That's correct.

Thank you.
Mr Barnaby.

I've a funeral booked
for tomorrow at St John's,

a burial service nowhere near
Miss Dryfield's grave.

The family will be devastated
if we have to postpone.

You can go ahead, but there'll be
a police presence at the church.

Of course.

Lovely.

Thank you.

Cheers.
Cheers.

I wanted to come yesterday

but I thought
you'd rather be left in peace.

I wish everyone was
as considerate as you.

Annie called.

She said she saw a helicopter
land here on her way to work.

Sonny Desai,
old school friend of Felix.

Stinking rich.

And single.

It's a bit of a showy way to
come and offer condolences.

She said it made
a heck of a racket, too.

The village is going
to have to get used to that.

Sonny is going to be
the new owner of Malton Hall.

Felix is selling?

Already?

That's his plan.

Steady, darling.
It's not lunchtime yet.

Be nice to me.

I've just lost my husband.

I can't believe
you're buying the house.

I've always loved this place.
I know you have.

More than Felix anyway.

I hope you realise
what you're taking on.

Of course he does. I wouldn't take
his word for it, Sonny.

No, the attics
are riddled with dry rot.

The roof needs replacing. The
guttering's hanging on by a thread.

I suggest
you get the surveyors in.

Money has been tight for years.

We've been keeping up
appearances...

Well, you won't have to worry
any longer.

I will spend whatever it takes

to restore Malton Hall
to its former glory.

I had no idea that you and Felix
were still in touch.

I'm sure I mentioned it.
No, you didn't.

But then, Felix
was never one for chit-chat.

Oh, no.
Very much a man of action.

Even when he was ten.

Do you both remember
the pontoon across the pond?

Oh, my God, yes. Yes!

Felix just wouldn't give up,
would he?

Oh, I've missed you, Rose.

I'll take good care
of your home.

You'll always be welcome here.
Please know that.

What's the best way
to tell a family

that a beloved old retainer
has been dug up?

Well, that is sick.

Who would do
something like that?

Poor Felix.

How long did Lydia Dryfield
work for you, Mrs Lancaster?

or years.

And of course we stayed in touch
after she retired.

Were any of you with her
when she d*ed?

No.

You all attended the funeral,
though?

Only me, I'm afraid.

Oh, I wish I'd known.
I would've come.

Did you know Lydia Dryfield,
Mr Desai?

Oh, yes.
I stayed here often as a boy.

She was always...
very kind to me.

She was, wasn't she?

Kinder than she ever was to me.

Have you received
any demands for money?

What do you mean?

Bodies are sometimes stolen,
dug up even,

so that the families
can be held to ransom.

That's vile.
Indeed.

And if it's happening
in this case, you must tell me.

Please don't be tempted
to keep quiet and pay up.

I wouldn't dream of it.

No, this isn't about money.

Someone is out
to make our lives hell.

There's no love lost between
the vicar and the Lancasters.

Not unless Craig Coffley
counts as a Lancaster,

which he clearly doesn't.

Sonny Desai introduced himself

as the prospective purchaser
of Malton Hall,

but he seems
almost like one of the family.

See what
you can find out about him

and his connection
with the Lancasters.

Sir.

We must. We'll be careful.
It's too risky.

The police have already
searched the mortuary once.

Which means
they won't do it again.

The embalming fluid's arrived.

Oh, thank you, Ellie. Thank you.

That was delicious, Hermione.
Thank you.

All Rose's work.

When I'm away, I sometimes dream
about your rabbit stew, Rose.

Remember when Dad
used to sit on the terrace

downing gin and tonics
taking pot sh*ts at rabbits?

I was so shocked
the first time I saw that.

You won't remember that, Craig.

He was too ill
the last few years.

I think we should have a toast.

Now, I brought this with me
and took the liberty

of requisitioning
one of your decanters.

It's a rather fine port
made in the same year

as Gregory's birth.

Goodness.

How delicious.

Not for me.
Can't stand the stuff.

Felix?

You don't know
what you're missing, Craig.

Thank you very much, Sonny.
That's very generous of you.

Pleasure.

To Gregory.
Dad.

To Dad.

To Gregory.

It's such a shame you
couldn't get home sooner, Felix.

It would have meant such a lot
to him to see you one last time.

I'm sorry, I... I did my best.

I know you did, darling.

I had some of the happiest times
in this house.

You're all so good at making me
feel like part of the family.

Didn't you have
a family of your own?

Well, India is a long way away
and my parents travelled a lot.

Holidays were much more fun
when you were here.

Oh, now.
Remember the climbing game?

We've not played that in years.

I bet the ropes are still there.

No.

Well, come on.

Let's do it.
No, Felix.

Ha-ha! You're on.
No.

No! Felix.
Boys!

Felix!
Come on, out!

Hey, that's cheating.
Says who?

Stop!

Felix, you mustn't.
You promised.

Come on!
This isn't funny.

Will you just stop?
It was easier as kids.

You're showing your age.
You're scaring me.

Felix! Sonny!

First to the top.
Felix, get down!

Just get down.
You're going to fall.

Sonny, please.
Come on!

Mummy! Come out here!

I don't like it.
You know I don't like it.

Felix!

Felix, this isn't funny.

Prepare to lose, Desai.
Stop it!

Stop them, Mummy!

Boys.

Boys! Come down now.

♪♪

No.
I'm not joking. It's a crumb.

Here, let me. Come on.
No.

What a difference.

Hey.

Do you want some coffee?

No, thanks.

You're going back to work today?

You sure you're ready?
It's nothing strenuous.

Just visiting
some new mums at home.

Sounds marvellous,
knowing you've helped bring

new life into this world.
It does, mostly.

I must get going.

Oh, I was hoping
we'd have breakfast.

I wanted to make an early start.

Mm.
Well, I'd better be off, too.

Thought I might take a walk
around the estate.

Ah, survey your new domain.

In a manner of speaking.

I'll set you
on your way if you like.

It's not necessary.
It's no trouble.

What is it?

It's a pathogen analysis
of tawny mohair.

OK...

It's a control sample.

I'm testing bacterial profiles

from samples
found in artificial hair.

What's that got to do
with the graveyard?

Nothing at all.
It's a different case.

Hi, Inspector.

Shall I talk you through
the Malton Hall findings?

Please.
Look at... this.

It came from the grave.

And these came from the
windowsill outside the bedroom

at Malton Hall.

Clothing?
Probably rope, coated nylon.

Probably part of the sheath,
in that case.

It's hard to tell
from such a small sample

but I'd say it was strong,
expensive stuff.

The kind of thing an
experienced climber might use?

Absolutely.
Or a tree surgeon.

Could be.

You think you know Rose,
but you don't.

Deep down, Rose is very fragile.

She needs to be taken care of.

I'm the one who does that.

And if anyone ever hurt her...

I'd take care of them, too.

I have no intention
of hurting Rose.

Good.

Enjoy your walk.

Morning, Ellie. Could you count
out the orders of service?

Then pop over to the church
and check the flowers.

Don't you need me
to seal the coffin first?

All done.
But I was going to do it.

I got in early.

Can I help you?

Mrs Loxley, isn't it?
Yes.

I'm Sonny Desai.

I know who you are.

You used to play here years ago
with the Lancaster children.

You're buying the estate?
Yes.

Let me buy the farm off you,
please?

Well, make me an offer,
by all means.

I've got to go to the bank,
see about a mortgage.

You're not a serious buyer,
then?

My family has farmed this land
for generations.

I'd like to be able to leave it
to my daughter.

Does she want to be a farmer?

I'd be very careful,
if I were you.

Do you think it's a coincidence
that bodies started disappearing

the moment Felix
came into his inheritance?

Mr Coffley, good morning.

Do you mind if we take a look
in your truck?

Be my guest.

Is that all your equipment?

You don't have storage
anywhere else?

No, just the truck.

You seem to spend quite
a lot of time at the church.

I do a bit of work for Mel,
that's all.

In the graveyard?
Mostly.

Do you always work alone?
I prefer it.

Isn't that dangerous
for a tree surgeon?

Not if you know
what you're doing.

Thank you, Mr Coffley.

We'll let you get on.

Sir.

Jesus said to his disciples,

"I will make you
fishers of men."

Eric Jenkins, whose life
we are celebrating today,

wouldn't have approved
of that at all.

Trout, perch and even, I'm told,
the odd salmon.

But if he'd have ever
hooked up a man

from his beloved Devil's Lake,

Eric would have thrown his catch
straight back.

We will now sing hymn number ,
Abide With Me.

Ah, didn't realise
you'd gone out.

I've had an interesting morning.

Not everyone appears to be happy
that I'm buying the estate.

Well, do you expect them to be?

You're not having
second thoughts, are you?

Not at all.

I hope you're not either.

Because if you pull out now,

there's
a heavy financial penalty

I won't hesitate to invoke.
I'm aware of that.

And if you're hoping
to make me change my mind,

you won't succeed.

Personal feelings aside,

Gregory's death was good news
for Felix and for Sonny.

But not for Hermione
or for Rose and Craig,

because they're all
going to lose their homes.

But why take Lydia Dryfield?

To scare Sonny off? Or distract
us from what's really going on?

The Lancasters' tenants must
be worried about the sale, too.

Which means most of the people
who live in Little Malton.

Including Caleb Southwood
and Isaac Vernon.

I still don't like
the set-up there.

Isaac certifies them dead.
Caleb buries them.

It's a bit close for comfort.

Found anything on either?
Nothing criminal.

No record of misconduct
for Dr Vernon.

I've been checking
his mortality rates.

Very good. If there's anything
unusual, let me know.

Perhaps we need to look
more closely at the vicar.

No, I have done.

When Melissa was a curate, she
was prosecuted for vandalism.

She defaced a monument
to a local dignitary

because his fortune
came from the sl*ve trade.

So she's more than capable
of taking direct action

when there's
a principle at stake.

The question is...
how far will she go?

Thanks so much, Craig. I don't
know what I'd do without you.

You'd manage.
Fancy some tea?

Funerals are thirsty work.
Got to get on.

A quick cuppa?

Haven't had a chance
to talk to you properly in days.

Rose has need of me.

I know that. I just meant...
Leave it, Mel.

I should have been up
at the woods half an hour ago.

♪♪

It's over here.

He's... he's gone.
I swear, he was right...

Stay back.
He was right here.

Stay over here.
What did you see exactly?

Craig was hanging there
upside-down covered in blood.

You're sure
it was Craig Coffley? Yes.

Why did you leave the scene?

Well... I don't take my phone
with me when I go running.

So I went to the farm.

It's closer than the hall.
You didn't try to get him down?

He was dead.
The harness has been cut.

Oh, thank God.

Oh, God.

Oh.

I thought I was going mad.

Right.

Another missing body, Kam.
What can you tell me?

It doesn't look like
an accident.

The blood is concentrated
in two small areas,

but it's present on the blade
of the chainsaw as well.

The amount of blood suggests
the victim didn't bleed out.

The wound may have been
staunched before he was taken.

Or he was put in a body bag.

I want all available manpower

for a search
of the surrounding area.

A mile-radius to begin with.

Then work outwards
for as long as daylight lasts.

Now, I'm going to give you
some antibiotics to clear it up.

And they won't harm the baby.

Thank you.

There you go.
Thank you.

She's doing brilliantly.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

I don't understand.

Is Craig dead?

We can't be sure without a body

but your son thought so.
Where is Felix?

At the station
making a statement.

Poor Felix.

Who is putting us
through this hell?

I'm sorry but I have
to ask you some questions.

When was the last time
you saw Craig Coffley?

This morning,
about nine o'clock.

And everything was all right
between the two of you?

We've been...
having some problems.

He said he wasn't ready
to start a family, but I am.

And Sonny being here
seemed to make matters worse.

Don't they get on?

Craig has been off with Sonny
from the start.

Is that all?

Sonny is charming and rich.

And successful.

Forgive me for asking,

but does Craig have any reason
to be jealous of Mr Desai

apart from his wealth and charm?

No.

Craig doesn't share
your antipathy

to Melissa Ackers, does he?

What do you mean?
I've seen him at the church

a number of times.

He likes talking to her.
Can't think why.

I understand you and Mr Coffley
weren't married.

Who's his next of kin?

His stepmother, I suppose.

She lives somewhere
in the West Country.

His biological mother's dead?

She left, when Craig
was very, very young.

They've never had any contact.

What have you got for me,
Nelson?

Something interesting
from Upper Malton farm.

A karabiner in a feed store
about half a mile from the wood.

The farmer, Mrs Loxley, says

she's never been climbing in
her life, nor has her daughter.

That's Ellie Loxley, who works
at the undertaker's.

Get the karabiner over to Kam.

And then I want you to go
and talk to Melissa Ackers.

I can't believe it.
I was talking to him

just a few hours ago.

And was that the last time
you saw Mr Coffley?

Yes.

Forgive me, Reverend Ackers,
but...

what was the precise nature
of your relationship with Craig?

What's Rose been saying?

Craig is a kind man.

He helps me out, does
little jobs in the churchyard.

It's quite lonely being a vicar
and a single woman in...

..a small village.

Craig hasn't exactly had
an easy time of it

with the Lancasters either.

We both needed a friend.

How did Rose feel
about your relationship?

It's not a relationship.
We've not done anything wrong.

Why am I still here?

Because I want to know why you've
been lying to us, Mr Lancaster.

I haven't lied to you. Everything
happened exactly as I told you.

I'm not talking about your
discovery of Mr Coffley's body.

We just found out
from your car hire company

that you arrived
in the UK five days ago.

A full hours
before you said you did.

Look, I know it sounds bad,

and if I'd known my dad
was going to die when he did,

I'd have come straight home.

But Dr Vernon told you
he'd last a few more days?

We've looked at
your phone records and his.

So, where were you?

I had an urgent meeting
in London with my solicitor.

Why was it urgent?

We can ask your solicitor,
if you'd prefer.

They will be obliged
to tell us the truth.

I had a pre-existing agreement
with Sonny

to sell him the hall
after my father's death.

I was checking for loopholes.

Sir, I've been doing
some digging

on the Desai business empire.
And come up with some dirt?

Not dirt, tantalum.

It's a mineral used in the
manufacture of mobile phones.

A valuable commodity presumably?

Yeah. I imagine Sonny
keeps fairly quiet about it

because it's quite controversial

and he owns several
tantalum mines in Mozambique.

He's been challenged
over his mining activities.

Six years ago,

Sonny Desai offered to fund
one of Felix's expeditions

on condition that Felix sold him

Malton Hall
when his father d*ed.

Question is: would Sonny do that
just to get his hands on the estate?

Antarctica's rich in minerals,
isn't it?

That's what everyone believes
but mining out there is illegal.

Since when did making something
illegal stop people doing it?

We need to talk to Mr Desai.

Oh, and Felix's solicitor
is badgering us to release him.

Let him badger.

I've done nothing wrong.

Legally possibly not.

But do you think it was ethical

to make your funding conditional
on Felix selling you property

that still belonged
to his father?

I know Felix, Inspector.

After Gregory d*ed,
he would have sold

the estate to the first buyer
that came along.

I was doing
the whole family a favour.

By landing in Little Malton the
morning after the body was taken?

Please explain to me why,
after waiting six years

to acquire Malton Hall,

I should slow down the sale by
hiding Gregory Lancaster's body?

And why on earth
would I dig up Nanny Lydia?

Someone is trying
to unsettle the Lancasters

and you have more reason
than most.

And Craig Coffley?

I k*lled him because...?

Because you don't just want
Malton Hall, do you?

You want the whole package,
including Rose Lancaster.

You should consider writing
romantic fiction.

Sir.

Excuse me, Mr Desai. We'll
resume this conversation later.

Kam just called. The karabiner
was covered in fingerprints.

Whose?
Felix's.

Get him here now.

Why don't you call it a day?

I just want to get the invoice
for Mr Jenkins' funeral done.

No, that can wait.
Been a hard week.

OK.
Bye.

Thanks.

Night, Caleb.
Good night.

She's just gone.

I thought she was going to be
on that computer all night.

♪♪

Do you recognise this?
Yeah.

I use it all the time.
It's good all-purpose rope.

But...
But?

Well, there should be more.

Do you keep an inventory?
No, but that box was full.

You wouldn't know for example

exactly how many karabiners
should be in this box here?

No idea. My mother might know.

Does Mrs Lancaster know much
about climbing equipment?

She's been a lifetime member
of the Alpine Club.

She hasn't climbed for years,
but she taught me and Rose.

Your sister's a climber?

Well, not any more.

Why are you so interested
in my stuff?

Traces of rope
very similar to this

were found on the windowsill
of your father's room

and in Miss Dryfield's grave.

And a karabiner
with your fingerprints on it

was discovered
close to the scene

of Craig Coffley's
disappearance.

Wha...? You're going to need
more than that, Chief Inspector.

Anyone could have come in here,
taken what they needed

and left the evidence
lying around to frame me.

Have her call me as soon
as she gets out of the meeting.

How are you?

This... nightmare seems endless.

You need someone
to take care of you, Rose.

I take care of other people.

That's the way it works.

Things change.

Only for the worse, it seems.

Not necessarily.

Right, thanks. Sir.

Ellie Loxley has gone missing.
Her mother called the station.

Her bike's been found
outside the undertaker's

and she's not answering
her phone.

Felix.

Let me get you a drink.
I'll get one myself, thanks.

You don't own the place yet.

Of course not.

I simply meant, what you must
have been through...

Save the charm for Rose,
will you?

And tell me straight.

Is it you?

Or more likely someone you paid?

You wouldn't get
your hands dirty, would you?

Am I stealing bodies?

And murdering
a man I barely know?

Why would I do that?

Because you've been jealous...
all your life.

That's not true.

Somebody's
trying to scare me off.

And I think it's you.

Caleb and Isaac
aren't answering the door.

I've rung Ellie's phone
over and over.

I can hear it in there.

Listen.

That's Ellie's.
Nelson.

She never forgets her phone.

We need to track down
Caleb and Isaac.

Sir, there's another vehicle
registered to Isaac.

The old Volvo.
Put out a call for it.

What is this place?

And what is a fishing fly
doing here?

I need back-up immediately.

All available vehicles and
personnel to Devil's Lake.

Shut it properly next time.

Ellie, it's the police.

You're safe. It's the police.
You're safe.

Ellie, Ellie, Ellie. Come on.

It's me. Remember?
DS Nelson, yeah?

Come on. You're safe now.

Eh?

Come with me. You're going to be
all right. Come on.

You all right?

♪♪

I have three missing bodies
to find.

If you know anything about them,
I'd advise you to say so now.

Nothing at all.

No.

So what was going on tonight?

Eric Jenkins loved Devil's Lake.

After he retired, he spent most
of his time up there fishing.

And it's where he wanted to be
when he d*ed.

It's as simple as that.

Simple and entirely illegal.

And what about yesterday's
funeral at the church?

It's much easier to bury a fake
body than have it cremated.

We put the coffin in the ground.

No-one's any the wiser.

And the vicar, was she involved?

Melissa has nothing to do
with any of this, Inspector.

Good lord, no. No, no, no.
Nor did Ellie.

What other unorthodox
arrangements have you made?

I once buried a couple
side by side...

..in the beauty spot
where they first made love.

A surprising number of people
request a Viking-style send-off.

Mm.

And was it last year...?

Yes, we had a follower
of Tibetan Buddhism

who wanted a sky burial.

We didn't do that ourselves.

We handed the body over to
some of his... co-religionists.

Mm.

I don't know
how you'll fare in court,

but you must realise that you
both face professional ruin.

Why take the risk?

Because we believe people
have the right

to choose
their final resting place.

Do you honestly think
we've done anything wrong?

What I think is neither
here nor there, Mr Southwood.

The law is the law.

Did uniform
get Ellie safely home?

Yeah. I take it there's
no need to drag Devil's Lake.

No, Caleb and Isaac have nothing
to do with our case.

Let's get an update
from the search team.

These bodies
have to be somewhere.

Ssh.

I couldn't get her to sleep
without pink Ted.

He's gone missing again?

Yeah, afraid so.

Should we track down
a replacement?

She won't be fooled.

Long day for you, too?

If you were storing bodies
on a country estate,

where would you put them?
Well...

if I wanted to keep them fresh,
a freezer, obviously,

or a cellar.

Somewhere cold.

A lot of the old mansions
used to have ice houses.

We've scoured every inch
of the Malton Hall estate.

There's nothing like that.

Well, how about looking further?
Boundaries change.

What's Malton Hall today
might not have been in the past.

Rose,
you're not eating anything.

No.

Sonny, can I get you something?

There's some delicious yoghurt
from the local goat farm.

No, thank you, Hermione.

Good morning, darling.

Can I get you
some scrambled eggs, Felix?

I'm going for a run.

Oh, do let's sit down
as a family.

This business with Craig
has unsettled everyone.

You sure about that?

Darling!

Rose, whatever happens...

remember that Felix
is your brother.

What's that supposed to mean?

I think your loyalty will be
tested to the limit quite soon.

Are you saying you think Felix
is responsible

for everything that's happened?

The thought must have
crossed your mind.

No!

If it's crossed yours,
what are you still doing here?

Rose, I -
Save it.

We've already covered
that ground, haven't we?

The boundary of the estate
was changed in the s.

We need to extend our search
into this area,

specifically here.

I'll get on it.
But there's something else.

I've been looking into the
expedition that Sonny funded.

Questions were raised about his
involvement, but that's not all.

Their time out there was
cut short, because a man d*ed.

Richard Melrose.

Team geologist.

Where are you going?
I need to talk to Felix.

I think you should stay here
with Sonny.

Thank you, Mrs Melrose.

And once again,
I'm very sorry for your loss.

As we thought, Richard Melrose
took his stepfather's name.

Right, everyone,
gather round, please.

Right. OK, we've already
searched this area.

We now need an organised search
of this area...

Good morning, Mrs Lancaster.

I'd like to talk to your son.

Oh, he's gone out on his run,
I'm afraid.

What's going on?

We're extending the search
for the missing bodies.

How much do you know about
the death of Richard Melrose?

Oh, the geologist?

That was a terrible tragedy.
He fell down a crevasse

and broke his neck, I believe.
What happened to his body?

I don't know.

Felix didn't seem
to want to talk about it,

so I didn't press.

There's a lot of things
the Lancasters don't talk about.

Isn't that right, Hermione?

Sonny.

This really isn't your business.

I'm beginning to realise that.

I used to think you were
the perfect family.

But you're incapable
of telling each other the truth.

I'm sorry if Rose hasn't fallen
at your feet, Sonny.

Mrs Lancaster, we're dealing
with a very dangerous person.

So if there's something
important you're keeping secret,

I need to know about it.

Tell him about
Gregory's "accident", Hermione.

It was an accident.
But...?

Felix and Rose
were madly competitive.

At everything,

but especially climbing.

I used to take them up
Malton Scar

and they'd race
to get to the top.

That's where it happened?

No.

It happened here.

They used to play
a climbing game

on ropes suspended
in the stairwell.

Rose almost always won.

But one day she froze.

It happens sometimes
in the mountains

to even
the most experienced climbers.

Gregory went up to help her
and he fell.

He never walked again.

And Rose blamed herself?

Yes.

She's not climbed since.

But what neither Gregory
nor Rose ever knew was that...

..Felix had greased the rope.

It was just
a silly prank to b*at her.

Did you confront him?

No.

He was far too young
to understand

the consequences of his actions.

And instead of telling Rose,

you let her retreat
into the shadows

thinking it was her fault!

I didn't want her
to hate her brother.

But things were never the same
between them after that.

Sir. They've found something.

There's a door round here.

Thank you.

Help!

♪♪

Sir.

There are only two bodies.

Is Gregory down there?

Yes, we've found your husband.

You mustn't go down there,
Mrs Lancaster.

What route does Felix take
when he goes running?

Um... down past the farm,

round the south side
of the great wood

and then onto Malton Scar.

And back the same way.

Rose went after him.

Thank you.

Felix!

Rose!

Felix, are you all right?

I can't move my arm!

Rose!

Craig.

I can explain.

I thought you were dead.

What have you done?
Rose! Rose!

Rose!

What have you done?
Rose...

What have you done, you fool?
Rose! Rose!

Sorry.

I couldn't tell you the truth.

Everything's going to be OK now.

Rose! Rose!

You've got to help me!
Don't worry, Felix, I'm coming.

Why are you doing this?

Huh?

Felix is a ruthless, selfish liar.

All his life he's trodden on you
and everyone else

to get what he wants.

He doesn't deserve to live.

Sweetheart,

that's... that's insane.

It's got to look
like a climbing accident.

And then you'll be free.
We both will.

He's my brother.

My brother.

Do you think he cares about you?

Family means nothing to Felix!

But it means a lot to you,
Craig.

You must have loved
Richard very much.

Richard?
Richard Melrose.

Craig's brother.

That's why you stole the bodies
of the people Felix loved, isn't it?

To punish him for not bringing your
brother's body back from Antarctica.

I wanted him
to suffer like I suffered.

To know what it feels like

to not have a body
to bury or a grave to visit.

You used me.
No!

I came to Little Malton
for Felix, yes.

But I fell in love with you,
Rose. I still love you.

You know they couldn't have
brought Richard's body back.

Not without risking
everybody's lives.

That's what they claim.

I know what really happened.

Felix k*lled my brother!

Why do you think that?
Well, they found minerals.

Why else would Sonny Desai
have been involved?

And Richard would never have
agreed to keep that secret.

So you set out
to traumatise Felix?

The last act of your revenge
being to k*ll him,

and disappear,
having faked your own death.

But it doesn't matter.
That hasn't worked out, has it?

Felix will die like Richard.

In agony
at the bottom of a cliff.

No!
No, Craig!

Drop it!

Rose!
Just hold on, Felix!

I'm coming to get you!

Move it!

Come on!

Rose!

Rose?

Here!

There we go.

Craig was right.

I should have done more.
I should have tried.

You did... nothing wrong.

No. He deserves to know the truth.

You both do.

Craig.

I did k*ll Richard.

He fell just like you were told.

And he broke his neck.

But he wasn't dead.

He was paralysed.

There was a storm coming.

And I had the rest of the team
to think of and I...

I climbed down to him.

He was still alive, but...

..there was no hope.

We both knew that.

So you left him there?

I gave him
an injection of morphine.

A lethal dose?

He asked me to do it.

It was the hardest decision
of my life.

Craig...

..I'm sorry.

Kam, so glad you could make it.
Thank you.

Sarah, lovely to meet you.

So how are you finding the job?

It's not what I was expecting
so far.

But I'm enjoying the challenge.

Cheers.
Cheers.

Cheers.

Kam's been a real asset to
the team these last few days.

Is that man-speak for
you've done all the work?

That's not what I meant.
Thank you for returning pink Ted.

Who has now gone missing again.

I'm beginning to suspect
a vendetta.

Maybe this is
the first one of our cases

destined to go unsolved?

Unsolved?

I don't think so.

I'm guessing you have a dog?
Yes, we do.

Sykes!

I took swabs of the toy before
dropping it at the station.

Pasteurella, capnocytophaga
and other pathogens

indicating canine saliva
were present.

And thank you, Sykes.

Nice try, Sykesy,
but Kam has rumbled you.

Find pink Ted!

See, not so unsolvable after all.

Another mystery solved.

And clearly Sykes agrees

that you are very much
part of the team.

Thank you.

Cheers.