Yeah. All right?
I've found her.
I think I've found her!
Zoe.
Let me see.
Penny, move!
And Alex is missing.
It's her! It's Cicely!
Congratulations. What happens now?
Get the damn thing out of the ground.
- Carefully. - Right.
Well done.
You know what this means? What we've found.
What we've found?
I didn't see you in the trenches, Christopher.
Well, no.
Why don't you leave things to the professionals?
- Three cheers. Hip-hip... - Hooray!
- Hip-hip... - Hooray!
Jared, I'd like to buy everyone in the place a drink.
What would you like?
Congratulations. Another triumph, I hear?
Darling... when did you get here?
Not a moment too soon, apparently.
So... who wants a drink?
I'm buying.
We don't want a drink.
We don't want your stupid dig.
- And we don't want you. - Whoa, whoa.
Let's keep our hands to ourselves.
Rhiannon, please.
Not joining in the celebrations, Peter?
I suppose you haven't got much to celebrate.
No, but don't let that stop you.
Although, aren't you, um... just a guest at this party?
Champagne for everyone.
You took your time.
No!
15-40. Two match points.
Kam, I thought you just wanted a bit of a knock-up.
Yeah, I'm just clearing a few cobwebs
- before I face a real opponent. - Who's that, then?
Just someone I've never managed to beat before.
Now, are we playing or are we talking?
All right.
Game, set, match, Karimore!
I don't think so.
DS Nelson.
I'm on my way.
Sorry, Kam. Gonna have to finish this another time.
What do you mean "finish"?
I won!
Charlie!
- Tennis? - Mm.
At this ungodly hour?
Every morning this week.
Although probably not after today.
Kam will be too busy.
Harry arrives tonight.
- Harry? - Her boyfriend.
He's one of your lot.
- A police officer? - Mm.
I had no idea.
She's going to be showing him the bright lights of Causton.
Both of them?
It all sounds very energetic. Let's leave them to it.
How about we don't waste our morning?
Mm?
We could do all those little jobs.
Kitchen cupboard, porch light.
Wobbly chair.
Just five more minutes.
Maybe ten.
What?
The victim is Dr Zoe Dyer --
lead archaeologist on the Midsomer Cicely dig.
- What are they digging for? - The last resting place
of the Protestant martyr Cicely Milson.
Hence the name of the village.
Dr Dyer had a room in the local pub, The Rose & Chalice.
The archaeology team went there
for a drink last night before turning in.
Everyone assumed she'd done the same thing.
But she came up here. Why?
We're looking for her phone to shed some light on that
but uniform found a half empty bottle of champagne over there.
Do we have a time of death?
Well, based on the body and ground temperatures,
I'd say between 11 and one.
And do we think this was an attempt to conceal the body?
No, I think it was how Dr Dyer was actually killed.
Making the digger the murder weapon.
- Who had access to it? - Everyone.
The keys had been left in the site office.
We're hoping for some forensic evidence from the cab.
There are signs of struggle but no obvious defensive wounds.
- She was unconscious? - Probably.
I'll know more later.
Thanks, Kam.
She's all yours.
- Who found the body? - Dr Penny Henderson.
Do you have any idea why Dr Dyer would be here late at night?
That was Zoe. First on site and last to leave.
And she'd just had the find of her career.
The remains of Cicely Milson.
It's a very significant find.
We should have kept it quiet.
This site was already attracting attention
from the wrong sort of people.
And who are the "wrong sort of people"?
Do you know what "night hawks" are?
- Illegal metal detectorists. - We get them on every dig.
It gets worse every year and we should have known
this site would be particularly plagued with them.
Why would that be?
Because they think there is actual buried treasure here.
And is there?
Cicely Milson was executed for heresy.
The family fled to France and...
The rumour is, they buried their money, the Milson hoard,
in the grounds of their house but they never returned.
You think Dr Dyer disturbed someone treasure hunting?
It's possible.
The campsite down the road is full of the usual sorts.
Er, your team told me about an incident in the pub last night.
One of the locals went for Zoe.
Our dig assistant Dexter got involved.
The locals have made it clear that we're not welcome here.
I've never been on a dig this important before.
I didn't know things could get so heated.
What happened?
We were celebrating finding Cicely
but the villagers weren't.
The woman who runs the campsite where I'm staying
had a bit of a go. Quite nasty.
What time was that?
Early on.
It was just after Zoe's husband arrived.
Why was this woman so upset?
Because we'd found Cicely.
Isn't it good news for the village?
No. They already claim to have their own Cicely.
I'm sorry?
On display in the church crypt.
It's a pretty big deal around here.
- Hiya. - Hi.
I'm sorry. We're actually full at the moment.
No, love. We've had a couple of people move on this morning.
I've got a lovely pitch for you. Top corner of the field.
- Nice and quiet. - Great.
Why did you do that? You know why they're here.
- So? - So...
I don't want their sort on my site.
We can't afford to turn anyone away.
It's nearly Cicely Day.
We'll soon have plenty of guests and they'll be the right kind.
Anyone who pays, that's the right kind.
My Dyer, can you tell us
why anybody might want to harm your wife?
Absolutely not. She lived and breathed archaeology.
It was our life.
We'd done over 15 digs together.
But not this one?
What do you mean?
You only arrived in Midsomer Cicely last night.
Not all archaeological work takes place at the dig.
There's research and lab-work as well.
Did your wife tell you she was coming up here last night?
No.
It was you and your wife's first night together for weeks.
But she came up here apparently alone.
She'd had a big find. She was excited.
And when she didn't join you in your room...?
We actually had separate rooms.
- Why was that? - It's quite simple, really.
When Zoe's on a dig, she gets up very early.
We didn't want to disturb each other.
Hm. I realise you're eager to carry on your work
but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to close down
and leave the site. It is now a crime scene.
Any physical activity could compromise physical evidence.
Can we at least photograph and catalogue
our finds from yesterday?
We can do that away from the trenches.
I am prepared to allow one member of your team on site
but they must confine their activities to the site office.
Some of my men will be here to make sure that happens.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
I'm going to speak to the landlord of the pub
and find out exactly what happened last night.
I'll go to the campsite.
I'm sorry she's dead.
But I'm not sorry I gave her a piece of my mind.
- Can I ask why? - She had no respect.
- Respect for what? - The village.
The things that make our village special.
Like our church and Cicely Day.
They're the things we care about. But Zoe Dyer didn't.
You seem to have taken this very personally.
She's not the only one.
We're all upset.
For Peter.
Peter Corby, the vicar?
He made this village what it is.
Where did you go after you left The Rose & Chalice last night?
- Straight home. - Mr Sawney?
Yeah. I came home too.
Let's see if there's anyone about.
Looks like you've got a few amateur archaeologists
to go with the professional ones.
Everyone should have a hobby.
As long as they keep it legal.
There's police everywhere.
All over the village.
Up at the dig.
Don't worry, Mum.
They'll lose interest and move on.
Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby, Causton CID.
Your mother seemed really upset by recent events.
Everyone has been.
Can you tell me what happened here last night?
Not much. People were trying to have a quiet drink.
But the dig lot had other ideas.
Was there hostility towards the archaeologists?
Look, this is a really big week for the village.
It always is when we're getting ready for Cicely Day.
Now, if Dr Dyer had thought about that for one second,
then maybe she'd have been a little bit more sensitive.
But I get the feeling that wasn't really her strong suit.
She seemed to enjoy ruffling feathers.
Cicely is quite the tourist attraction.
I can see why Zoe Dyer's dig isn't popular.
Uniform have recovered her phone.
They're sending it to Tech for analysis.
Very good.
I think it's time we spoke to the Reverend.
Hello again, Mrs Horton.
I wonder if we could speak with Reverend Corby.
I'm sorry. I'm afraid that's not possible at the moment.
He's leading a private prayer group.
I'm sure he could make time.
He's with some pilgrims here to see the holy relic.
Still, I'm sure he won't mind being disturbed
on this occasion.
Follow me.
Cicely spent three weeks at the hands of her interrogators.
We can only imagine what they subjected her to.
As you can see, they maimed her by taking away one of her toes.
But we know she suffered a great deal more besides.
Yes. Zoe Dyer's presence did cause some disquiet.
And some embarrassment, I should imagine.
She claimed she'd uncovered the remains of Cicely Milson.
I don't know who the poor unfortunate at the dig is
but it's not Cicely.
Are you an archaeologist, Reverend Corby?
No.
I'm a man of faith.
A faith that was rewarded at a moment of great need.
By finding Cicely?
I inherited All Souls in a very poor state.
I worked night and day to win back my congregation
and I decided a community project might help.
A flower bed.
A gift that everyone might enjoy.
The rose garden as you come into the village?
A memorial to Cicely.
That was where we found her.
Whilst gardening?
I understand your scepticism.
But the Church has long survived its cynics and doubters.
Indeed, one of them is my own brother.
Christopher is the reason Dr Dyer was here.
And why is that?
Like you, he struggled to believe my version of events.
He's determined to prove me a liar.
Surely he must think he's achieved his goal.
A hollow victory, I suspect.
Christopher was never very good at sharing his toys.
No, you don't understand.
It's my find, my research.
So I will be writing the damn book.
Listen, you have to excuse me.
I couldn't believe it when I heard.
She was such an inspiration and now...
One can never underestimate how far these fanatics will go.
It's this way.
Much as it pains me to believe that my own brother
would preside over this kind of violence...
Well...
So much for brotherly love.
Let me assure you, Peter doesn't love anybody except himself.
He's only interested in people who have something he wants.
Such as?
This.
My research into Cicely Milson.
Peter was utterly indifferent to it.
Until he realised that he could use it to save his damn church.
You feel Peter appropriated the legend?
Suddenly there were sermons about the poor martyred Milsons.
And then he discovered the miraculous bones.
20 years of research turned into a side show.
So you must have been pleased to have Dr Dyer's team
take a genuine interest?
Oh, yes, absolutely.
Although I suppose Zoe Dyer was also using your research
to further her own interests, just like Peter.
No. Entirely different.
Her interest was purely academic.
So this was quite a find.
The culmination of 20 years' work.
Out you get.
- Out, now! - All right, all right.
Get a move on!
I don't want to see your ugly faces again.
Come on.
Caught another couple of your mates on my land.
I warned you what'd happen the last time.
They're not my mates. They're guests.
Paying guests.
I know who they are.
And I know what they're up to.
I'd better not catch them on my land again.
So it seems that Zoe Dyer
was poised to debunk the village's holy martyr.
Did the killer want to silence her?
Reverend Corby worked very hard to build the legend of Cicely.
- He has a lot to lose. - As do the villagers.
Cicely Day is big business there.
Could one of the parishioners
have proved their loyalty with murder?
Perhaps.
But the discovery of the skeleton
constitutes a significant find.
So, we can't rule out professional rivalry.
No.
And I get the feeling that Zoe Dyer's professional success
wasn't mirrored in her relationships.
We need to take a closer look at her private life.
Hello?
Is someone there?
Hey!
Oh...
Sir, is everything all right?
God, you really gave me a...
Hey! Get out of there!
Oh, no.
What the...
- You'll find them inside, sir. - Thank you.
This is disgraceful.
You had officers here and we're still coming under attack.
I advised that the site be cleared, Mr Dyer.
Just doing our job. Don't think that's too much to ask. Do you?
Not in the slightest.
- Did you see anything at all? - It was pitch black.
Any idea what they've taken?
Hard to tell without a full inventory,
but some of the coins we've excavated
and some of our equipment.
Thank God they didn't get Cicely.
They're trying to scare us off.
If you were to concentrate on excavating the skeleton,
what would that involve?
Once she's been exposed and photographed,
we can get her out of the ground fairly quickly.
48 hours.
Alex, I don't think...
It's 48 hours but no-one comes here after dark or alone.
And I'll want a list of what was stolen.
As much detail as possible.
Listen, I want to push ahead with the new surveys.
Existing trenches will need to be picked over again.
- They just said... - I heard.
48 hours. No time to waste.
Thank you.
There was a complaint made to the local station
about Hannah Dewsbrough,
the farmer who owns this land.
What's the nature of the complaint?
She frogmarched two men back to the campsite
with the aid of a shotgun. A couple of night hawks.
Take some officers up there and conduct a search.
Find out where people were at the time of the murder
and late last night.
I'll speak to Miss Dewsbrough.
Right.
Search the tents and vehicles.
- You know what to look for. - What's happening?
There was an attack on the dig site.
I'd be surprised if anyone here did it.
Anything we can do to help?
Let's look at your guest register
and we'll take it from there, shall we?
I never would have said yes to that damn dig
if I'd known how much trouble it would be.
When you say "trouble", what do you mean?
It's been like Causton High Street here since they arrived.
They were supposed to stay out of my way.
"They" being the archaeologists?
They'd only been here five minutes
and I was chasing those other beggars off my field.
The metal detectorists?
They've been here at all hours.
So I had a word with the boss lady.
Zoe Dyer?
How did that conversation go?
Perfectly civil.
Where were you last night?
Where I am every night, at home, reading the Good Book.
Are you a member of the All Souls Congregation?
Since I was born.
Probably till they fit me for my pine box.
Thank you.
Oh, I understand you own a shotgun?
Yes, and a licence for it. I keep it under lock and key.
Please make sure you do, Miss Dewsbrough.
I don't want any more complaints about threatening behaviour.
Doesn't anybody think that we should discuss recent events
and their impact on our plans for Cicely Day?
Someone has died!
Whilst I don't suggest this lightly,
we should scale back on celebrations this year.
What do you mean, scale back?
We should consider what is appropriate.
Appropriate? I see.
Obviously I have no issues with anything religious in tone.
I just feel that anything jubilant is in poor taste.
You've got to be joking.
Some of us have been working on all this for weeks, months.
And you just want to cancel.
He never said he wanted to cancel.
- You're being hysterical. - Hysterical?
Bartholomew makes a good point. We wouldn't want it to look like
we were celebrating what's happened.
- Oh. What, we? - Valerie, someone...
Ladies...
please.
First of all, I'd like to thank Bartholomew
for both his honesty and his courage
in speaking up.
Thank you, Peter.
We are indeed living through some dark times.
However, I feel we should carry on as we always have,
with joy in our hearts
and with a warm welcome
for everyone wishing to thank Cicely.
All those in favour
of carrying on as planned with Cicely Day?
Good.
Nice to see we're all in this together.
As it should be.
It's a troubled path you're choosing, Bartholomew.
I'm not the one in trouble.
Be sure that your sins will find you out.
What you have to appreciate is now that we've found Cicely,
this project has international significance.
- I understand that. - That means dealing with
academic establishments from around the world.
We'll need to apply for more funding,
perhaps set up a Cicely Milson legacy fund.
Sounds eminently sensible.
Well, I'm glad you agree.
I know it must be disappointing to have come so far with us...
Sorry?
I don't understand.
- I'm still part of this. - In many, many ways.
But I think... going forwards...
- You can't do this to me. - I wish I didn't have to.
It's my research that brought you here.
It's not just time I put into this.
I put my money in.
- Those aerial photographs... - I lost my wife.
I'm sorry, Christopher, you just don't have the skills,
or the contacts, to finish what you started.
Excuse me.
She was incapacitated with chloroform before she was buried
but appears to have regained consciousness before she died.
There was soil in her trachea and her lungs.
She would have suffocated within minutes.
Suggests a certain amount of premeditation.
Still, a nasty way to kill someone.
A planned murder suggests that they knew she'd be up there.
We've got two sets of prints
from the champagne bottle found near the body --
the victim's and an incomplete set that we've yet to match.
We need to know who she was sharing with.
I'll try and get some DNA
from the neck of the bottle.
Let me know as soon as you have anything.
Tech have managed to download Zoe Dyer's voicemail.
- They've sent through a file. - Let's hear it.
I don't ask for much, Zoe...
It's Penny Henderson.
Please don't take me off this dig.
Please let me see this through.
Why was it so important for you to stay on this dig?
After Christopher contacted Zoe about his research,
she really wasn't that enthused.
It didn't catch her imagination.
- But it caught yours. - Well, I did my PhD thesis
on the Milson family.
So Zoe was about to kick you off your dream project.
It really wasn't like that at all.
After I left that message she called me straight back
and we sorted things out.
Over a bottle of champagne perhaps?
No, she really didn't do that sort of thing with me.
But she did with other people?
I wouldn't know.
I'm sure Zoe valued your discretion, Dr Henderson.
But can I remind you, your employer has been murdered.
I really think you should talk to Alex about this.
I can't imagine it's easy
being married to someone as in demand as your wife.
It must have put a great deal of pressure on your relationship.
Not at all.
No, we thrived on it.
We made it work.
Ours wasn't simply a marriage. It was a partnership.
In every sense of the word.
Still, your wife was working so hard
you were sleeping in separate rooms?
I've explained that.
I spoke to your wife's publishers.
They inform me that her book about this very dig
will be out just in time for Christmas.
How is she still able to write this book
given her recent murder?
Like I said, we were partners.
I would pull together the research
and write the rough drafts of her books
and Zoe would give things a polish when she got the chance.
For which she took full credit and all the royalties.
Doesn't sound like a very fair partnership to me.
Well, you don't understand.
Perhaps you could illuminate
a different aspect of your marriage.
On the night she died,
your wife was sharing a bottle of champagne with somebody.
Mr Dyer, did your wife have a lover?
Probably.
It wasn't what you...
It would have been another one of her flings.
Another?
It was usually one of the dig assistants.
They never meant anything and they never lasted long.
At the end of the day, I still loved my wife...
.. and she still loved me.
I thought we had all this sorted.
What's the problem? Bartholomew causing trouble again?
I can handle my curate. It's the archaeologists.
- They've resumed work. - There's still time.
They're concentrating on the skeleton.
She'll be out of the ground in a matter of days.
I'm not being funny but this is your problem.
I rather think it's our problem.
Don't you?
How close was your relationship with Dr Dyer?
On the night she died,
Zoe came up here with a bottle of champagne
to celebrate finding Cicely.
Were you with her?
No.
There were two sets of fingerprints
on the bottle, Dexter.
Now, we could take you down to the station and take your prints
but...
OK. I was with her.
It started out as a fling
but people didn't understand how much pressure she was under.
She just wanted someone she could be herself with.
So why did you come up here?
To drink the fizz and, er, well...
You know.
And then I went back to the campsite.
She was fine when I left. Honestly.
We'll need you to make a formal statement.
We'll also need access to your phone and computer.
It appears you were the last person to see Zoe Dyer alive.
48 hours!
Alex is talking about strip mining, not archaeology.
I'm not sure what I can do.
Alex made it clear he thinks I'm only good enough
to scrabble around the archives
amongst the paper mites and the mouse droppings.
He's only good enough to fill out funding applications
and write up other people's work.
You are twice the historian he will ever be.
Thank you.
Thank you. That means a lot to me.
Without you on site...
The barbarians are at the gate
and I'm not sure I can hold them back alone.
You won't have to.
I'll talk to Alex.
Alex, I hear you're winding up the dig?
I'm not sure there's anything left to day.
Look, I get that you don't want me around.
And yet here you are.
I really care about this project.
And if I could see it through, it would mean a lot to me.
I've learnt so much working with Zoe.
I bet you have.
Did she tell you you were talented?
That you had a great future in archaeology?
- Something like that. - You're just her type.
Young, dumb and easily expendable.
Don't let me see you at the site again.
She came on to me. It's not my problem if...
- She was my wife, you little... - Hey, that's enough!
Take it outside.
And you.
So it's fair to say there were tensions at the dig,
most of them created by Zoe Dyer.
What brought things to a head?
- What was the catalyst? - I spoke to Zoe's solicitor.
Three weeks ago she filed for divorce.
Alex stood to lose everything.
What about the night hawks?
Nothing significant
from the people we spoke to at the campsite.
But the Milson hoard is infamous.
There are loads of theories about its whereabouts.
Most of them revolve around this picture.
A 15th-century portrait of Benedicta Milson,
Cicely's mother.
The necklace alone could be worth close to a million.
Whether real or not,
that kind of reward can make people do desperate things.
Hello, I'm back.
Hi.
I thought it was just a wobbly leg.
Yeah, well, turns out that wobbly leg
was merely symptomatic of a greater structural problem.
I see.
It's all under control.
I didn't doubt it for a second.
- Wine? - Yes, please.
You're a history buff.
Did you ever come across Zoe Dyer?
Yeah, I heard her speak at a conference once.
What did you think?
Not much. Her books are well written
but in person she didn't seem very articulate.
It's not unusual for someone to
express themselves better on the page than in person.
Maybe "articulate" is the wrong word.
She didn't seem to have a total grasp of the facts.
So, was Kam excited?
Well, she was at a murder scene, so she wasn't exact...
Oh, you mean the boyfriend? She never mentioned him.
- Interesting. - Is it?
Well, they haven't seen each other for a while
and he is thinking about moving here.
Oh, good.
Isn't it?
What is it you want to talk about?
Oh, OK, I'll meet you there.
Careful.
No obvious signs of a struggle.
I suspect he was incapacitated
before the gravestone was pushed onto him.
All the hallmarks of Zoe Dyer's murder.
Any idea of the time of death?
I'd estimate between nine and 11.
Also, the earth is very disturbed
around the base of the grave.
The stone was very old.
Easy to push over.
I'll get a report to you as soon as I can.
Thanks, Kam.
Why on earth was Alex Dyer even in the graveyard?
Was he meeting someone?
Organise a search of his car and his room at the pub.
We need to know what he was up to.
Thank you.
Reverend Hines, you found the body early this morning.
That's right.
I don't think I've ever seen anything quite so...
I can only hope that he didn't suffer.
What were you doing in the graveyard?
Trying to find a little peace.
Things get hectic at this time of year.
Can you tell me what your movements were
yesterday evening?
Yes.
Choir practice ran till about ten o'clock.
And then I went straight home.
Did you see Alex Dyer in the church grounds at that time
or anyone else?
No.
Sorry. Didn't realise anyone was in here.
- We just need to... - Go ahead.
We want the church looking its best
for the Cicely Day services.
Although you probably think we should cancel the whole day now.
You wanted to cancel Cicely Day?
No, I just felt that in light of recent events...
It doesn't matter.
Peter has spoke.
Sir, a word.
Thank you, Reverend Hines.
Alex Dyer had big plans for Cicely Milson.
He was fielding offers from universities all over the world
who wanted to invest in the find.
Teaching positions, research grants...
all generously remunerated.
Was he?
Our prayers will be given over to the Dyers
and their poor families.
What a terrible tragedy.
I've already contacted the church estate office.
They take safety very seriously.
I can assure you that Alex Dyer's death was no accident.
He was murdered.
Where were you last night?
At home.
I had my Cicely Day sermon to write.
- Can anyone confirm that? - No.
I was alone.
Would you agree that Mr Dyer's death is convenient for you,
Reverend Corby?
I don't understand.
If it's proven that the skeleton they've found is Cicely Milson,
then you will have some very uncomfortable questions
to answer about who is in your crypt.
And I shall answer them happily.
Really? Haven't you staked your reputation
on the provenance of those bones?
Now, it may be that you genuinely believe...
It doesn't matter what I believe.
That's what you don't understand.
All that matters is what they believe.
The village believe in Cicely.
Peter, is everything OK?
Yes.
You don't have to worry, you know.
Everything's in hand.
It's going to be the best Cicely Day yet.
I'm sure it is.
I need you to tell Jared something.
Tell him he's done enough. I'll handle things from here.
Do you understand?
Zoe and Alex Dyer
were both threatening what Peter holds most dear.
But would Peter be bold enough to kill someone on his doorstep?
Literally on church grounds.
Bold, no. Desperate enough, maybe.
Let's not forget the archaeologists.
It seems being head of the dig is a dangerous position to hold.
I'll find out who's in charge now.
Oh, they've downloaded the data from Alex's phone.
The last call he received was from The Rose & Chalice.
Haven't you got something you should be doing, Noah?
You sound like the wife.
What do you want me to do? I've tried.
Really? It doesn't seem like it to me.
I have, Jared.
It's all I'm flaming thinking about.
We'll both lose out if you don't get a shift on.
Make yourself useful.
Take that to the village hall.
Mr Horton.
See? Anybody could have called him from here.
But it wasn't me.
Did you speak to Mr Dyer before he left?
Didn't get a chance.
He was too busy putting the younger lad in his place.
Do you mean Dexter Ingram?
Yeah, that's him.
It did not look like a fond farewell.
Isn't she beautiful?
Incredible.
I promise you, she's in safe hands now.
I know that.
Inspector Barnaby, Sergeant.
Tragic news.
I understand you've assumed leadership of the dig.
Reluctantly.
We must see this work through.
Mr Ingram, can we talk?
You had a row at the pub last night?
Alex turned it into an argument.
I just wanted to talk,
tell him that I wanted to stay on the dig.
After the argument, where did you go?
For a walk. Needed to clear my head.
Perhaps Mr Dyer thought that he should
carry out his wife's wishes.
- What do you mean? - We found Zoe's email to you
on your computer.
She wasn't planning on extending your contract.
You were soon going to be out of a job.
Did you fall out with Zoe as well?
No, that came out of nowhere.
I thought I was doing a good job.
If I'd known the other stuff would affect my career, I...
You're still here despite being given your marching orders
not once but twice.
Of course, both people
who tried to terminate your employment
have ended up being terminated themselves.
It seems you were the last person
to see both of them alive.
The world of archaeological study
has lost two important advocates.
And I have lost two dear friends.
And gained control of a dig and a historical artefact
that's very desirable.
Personal gain is of so little interest to me,
- it's inconsequential. - I find that hard to believe.
Looking for someone who gained from Zoe and Alex's death?
You need look no further than my brother.
How do you mean?
He knows that his pernicious lies are about to be exposed
and he will do anything to delay the inevitable.
So when Alex died,
so that Peter could protect his secret,
well... be assured the storm clouds are gathering.
Oh, my God.
So far they haven't managed to find any prints.
Just like the burglary at the dig.
The night hawks strike again?
It's possible.
Mr Corby.
I have to hand it to him.
He has surpassed himself this time,
really hit me where it hurts.
- Do you mean your brother? - Who else?
Do you have any evidence it was him?
No, of course not, and you won't find any.
He always knew how to cover his tracks.
Who else would have wanted my research?
Someone's destroyed the memorial.
Oh, my God.
Who would do something like this?
Valerie, are you all right?
Peter, why?
Get them to me as fast as you can.
Will do, sir.
This is a disgraceful attack on everything we hold dear
in Midsomer Cicely.
An outrage timed to cause maximum distress.
We'll do everything we can to bring the culprit to justice.
Then I suggest you pay my brother a visit.
Funny you should say that.
He said the same thing about an incident at his house.
I'll need to speak to you later.
Busy morning.
First a burglary and now an act of mindless vandalism.
I'm not sure it was mindless or vandalism.
They took out the memorial
but I think they were after what was underneath it.
And they brought in some heavy machinery to do it.
Tractor tyres?
Yes. Coming from the direction of Hannah Dewsbrough's farm.
Now, I also found this.
I'll take it in and see what Kam makes of it.
So, is this more night hawk activity?
Or someone wanting to wreck Peter's Cicely Day celebrations.
Brothers at war?
Let me know what Cam has to say about your find.
I'm going to speak to a lady about a tractor.
Thank you. Leave it with me, I'll see what I can do.
Oh... by the way, when's the big match?
Last night.
Oh... I take it your new opponent won.
No, I did. Straight sets.
It's just...
.. he's a terrible loser.
Unlike you.
- Jared. - Down here, Mum.
Jared!
- Oh, God. Jared! - What's going on?
It's gone. It's all gone.
You've got to do something.
They've gone and dug it up.
Morning, Miss Dewsbrough.
Not joining the Cicely Day celebrations?
Oh, missed it again, have I? Silly me!
We've already had a little bit of excitement.
Someone dug up the Cicely memorial last night.
Good. Ugly thing.
Nevertheless, it's not far from here.
I wondered whether you'd seen or heard anything late last night.
No. Didn't hear a thing.
Oh? That surprises me.
Whoever attacked the memorial used some heavy-duty equipment.
I'm sure you're familiar with the noise
that agricultural vehicles make.
You've obviously got some yourself.
- I've just been on to your lot. - What do you mean?
My digger.
It was nicked from the bottom field yesterday.
Bring it back when you find it.
It looks like whoever dug up the memorial
used Hannah Dewsbrough's digger.
She's reported it stolen. Anything interesting?
Maybe. This isn't the first time All Souls has been
at the centre of a police investigation.
Or Peter Corby, for that matter.
How so?
The previous vicar, Reverend James,
was nearly killed interrupting a burglary back in '02.
An altar set was stolen.
A chalice. Some candlesticks.
- Were there any arrests? - None.
Reverend James retired soon after
and never identified his attacker.
How long was that before Peter found Cicely?
Er, a few months.
- Dig out the old case files. - Sure.
Oh, and um... I spoke to the choirmaster.
- Yes? - Bartholomew Hines.
He didn't show up for the choir practice
he claimed to be at whilst Alex Dyer was being murdered.
So he gave us a false alibi.
I'd love to know why.
♪ Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost...
♪ Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear son
♪ The ill that I this day have done
♪ That with the world, myself and thee...
You know, next year...
we'll be spending Cicely Day together.
Maybe even as... you know...
Reverend Hines. Is there somewhere we can talk?
Of course.
And the pale ale!
I'll bring a couple more crates up. We're gonna need them.
We've spoken to the Bishop.
He described your feelings toward Cicely Day
as bordering on the obsessive.
I didn't touch the memorial. I was heartbroken
when I saw what happened to Mrs Horton's roses.
I was at home all night.
In the same way that you were at choir practice
the night that Alex Dyer was killed?
In other words, not at all.
So where were you on the night of Alex's murder?
I was at home... alone.
So you don't have anyone who can corroborate that?
Unfortunate, in a murder inquiry.
I was with Rhiannon Sawney.
Am I to assume that you and Mrs Sawney
weren't meeting for Bible study?
No. We were not.
How long were you together?
An hour or so.
She had to go home before...
Before her husband missed her.
Doesn't that make you something of a hypocrite?
I'm sorry?
You've called the Bishop's office on a regular basis
to complain about Reverend Corby's conduct,
- and all the while, you've... - I freely admit to my sins.
Not that freely.
Reverend Corby is selective in his application of the Bible.
Lying is also a sin, gentlemen.
And, in closing, I would just like to say thank you
to everyone who made this a very special Cicely's Day,
despite some attempts to ruin it.
Yes, yes.
As ever, you rose to the challenge...
and showed them that we are made of much sterner stuff.
I think we did the great lady proud once again.
And now... light the fire
which represents the burning faith...
that Cicely displayed...
throughout her incarceration.
No, no, no, no, no. Wait.
Wait.
You...
This is my research. How could you?
Are you quite all right?
You think this'll stop me?
You think this'll stop the truth coming out?
You've been under a dreadful amount of stress.
Why don't we find the ladies to make you a nice cup of tea?
This is what he does! This is what he always does!
The "innocent" act -- and it's always worked for him.
It worked at school. It worked with Mother.
Look, look. And it works with you idiots.
Well, fine.
You worship at the altar of Peter Corby.
I hope you're not too darn disappointed
when I show him up for the fraud and the charlatan
that I know he is.
Burn. Burn it all. I've got Cicely.
The real Cicely.
- Peter. - No, no, I'm fine. I'm fine.
- I just... - How dare he!
I just feel so very sorry for him.
Oh, Christopher, I can't tell you how sorry I was
to hear about the break-in.
- Did they really take... - They? He.
- My fanatical brother. - Really?
I can't begin to imagine how you must be feeling.
I am absolutely fine.
If anything, the research was getting in my way.
And there is plenty of new data that needs my attention.
Of course. And if there's anything we can do to help...
Let's start with the dig records.
This can wait.
Pack up everything we've got so far, bring it to my house.
Soon as possible.
You heard him.
Yes.
I was with Bartholomew.
But I couldn't stay long. I was there about an hour.
- And after that? - I went straight home.
Would your husband be able to confirm that?
No. He was out.
Thank you, Mrs Sawney.
You have to understand.
We resisted our feelings for as long as we could.
But, as Bartholomew says...
.. the Lord saw fit to put us in each other's paths.
Who are we to question Him?
Still, I assume Reverend Hines would prefer it
if your relationship was kept secret.
We're waiting for the right moment.
It's not been easy, the waiting.
But when you love someone...
you'll do anything for them, won't you?
I thought I'd better return these.
I don't think I'll need them again.
Really? I heard you've been a worthy opponent.
More like a moving target for her serve.
- I pity her latest victim. - Maybe she'll go easy on him.
Wouldn't want to spoil their week.
- You know who she's playing? - Yeah. Didn't John say?
Harry's visiting. Her boyfriend's here.
Oh.
Well, these will definitely be surplus to requirements, then.
Bye.
- What? - Dinner's in ten.
Oh, thank God.
I didn't think I was gonna be able to see you.
Hey.
I'm here now. But not for very long.
I'm sorry.
Oh, Bart.
So hard.
We've talked about this.
But there's still things I must do.
I know.
But every time I look at Noah's stupid face...
Even the way he breathes annoys me.
I just...
I don't know how much longer I...
I know.
Couldn't be more pleased.
Trust me, this find is huge.
The bones are nothing.
We are talking about a fortune in Medieval times.
16th-century family fortune.
God knows what it's worth now.
And I believe there's something even better to be had.
The stuff of best-sellers.
Listen, I'm not gonna say any more over the telephone.
Can I come to the office?
Excellent. Tomorrow, then.
Argh!
Morning, sir. The cleaner found him first thing this morning.
The murder weapon was a 16th-century pike,
part of the victim's own collection.
Historically appropriate, I suppose.
There's no evidence the victim was incapacitated this time.
He was attacked from behind.
One decisive penetrating blow done without hesitation.
- Perhaps in anger? - Perhaps.
It would have taken some force.
The other murders were planned.
The victims were lured to the scene.
This was spontaneous.
Done on the fly with what came to hand.
You think our killer's become desperate?
Maybe.
I certainly think they'll be on the move now.
We need these packed up and brought to the station.
No problem.
Apparently the Corby brothers had an exchange of views
at the Cicely Day celebrations yesterday.
- Was it a heated exchange? - Sounds like it.
It was round the bonfire.
I always thought there'd be a chance.
A chance for us to put the past behind us.
Behave like brothers again.
Is that so?
There was nothing I wanted more.
He accused you of burning his research.
How would that bring about this rapprochement?
A wild accusation.
You weren't escalating the conflict
with tit-for-tat acts of aggression, then?
What do you mean?
He debunks your holy relic, you steal his research.
He ruins Cicely Day, so you go to his house...
No.
What did you do after your clash?
I admit I... had to calm down.
And that's exactly what I did.
I took a moment of prayer.
With your permission, one of our officers
will be taking your fingerprints and a DNA sample,
- Reverend Corby. - Why?
Because anyone who questions your story
about Cicely's remains is not long for this world.
Moving on, Dr Henderson?
Oh... everyone's pretty spooked.
We just want to get finished up as soon as we can.
You've heard about Christopher Corby?
All I want to do now is honour Christopher's work.
This find is all down to him.
What happens to the remains you've found here?
Uh, well, Exeter University has the best storage facilities,
so I'll take her there myself.
Christopher was examining the dig records
on the night he was murdered. Do you know why?
Well, he was probably trying to get up to speed.
Christopher was meticulous.
It's hard to catalogue properly without them.
I'm afraid they've been taken from the scene as evidence.
- I understand. - Keep us informed
of your whereabouts while the investigation is active.
Of course.
All right, guys. I'll do the rest.
- Out again? - I won't be long.
You gonna tell me where you're going?
Nowhere. You don't need to know.
This place is crawling with police.
We've had Hannah Dewsbrough turn up. I do need to know.
Just know that I'm doing this for the business.
For us.
I've heard it all before, Noah.
So much of this case seems to centre around Peter Corby
and the bones in his crypt.
Do you want me to cast an eye over them?
- Yes, thank you. - I'll go later.
Also, I've got an update on that piece of fabric you dropped off.
It's linen, it was hand-embroidered,
but with synthetic silks.
And I found traces of silver.
Could it have been part of an altar cloth?
Like the one that was stolen from All Souls
in the attack back in '02?
It's possible.
There were also traces of blood.
I got two DNA samples and a database hit on both.
The first one was a Reverend Wilfred James,
now deceased.
The victim. And the other?
Jared Horton.
So it was the stolen altar set hidden under the memorial?
Evidence that links Jared to the attack on Reverend James.
Why conceal it unless he was responsible for the assault?
And if Zoe Dyer's find was actually verified,
it was only going to get worse.
The village would become a magnet
for people digging into the past.
He didn't say where he was going, and even if he did...
Don't you think it's time you stopped covering for your son?
He had nothing to do with the murders.
Unless you tell me where he is, I only have your word for that.
Sir.
In the cellar. Part of the stolen altar set.
Mrs Horton,
you're only going to make things worse for Jared.
We know about the attack on Reverend James.
You wanted to talk!
Let's talk!
I need you at Milson Woods -- and fast.
You're looking for Jared Horton. Be careful. He may be violent.
Is there really any need for all this?
We're old friends. We just need to talk.
Oh, really?
What sort of conversation were you thinking of having?
I just need you to give it back, mate. Really.
You don't know what you're dealing with.
Oh, I do.
I know exactly what this is...
.. and whose blood it is.
Proceed with caution.
Causton Beer Festival. I remember that day.
- It was a good one. - Started out all right.
How many pints do you reckon we had between us?
- Too many. - Know the other reason
that day sticks in my mind?
It was the day the church got done over
and the old vicar got his head stoved in.
It must have been a right mess.
Guess you banked on no-one finding this.
Whoa! Easy.
So... between old friends...
.. how much is this t-shirt worth to you and dear old Valerie?
Careful, Mr Horton. You could hurt someone.
You can't just abandon Jared now.
We all have to pay for our sins,
whether it be in this life or the next.
He's not the only sinner, though, is he?
Understand this.
I will do all within my power
to protect Cicely and this church.
I see that.
I've got officers searching your campsite.
Care to place a bet on what they'll find?
A metal detector, perhaps?
Like I said before, it's not a crime.
True, but theft, criminal damage and blackmail are.
You must be exhausted, Mr Sawney.
You've been working all hours. When do you sleep?
- I don't much. - Will our search
recover the items stolen from the dig site?
- That was Jared's idea. - Really?
He wanted it made clear that the archaeologists weren't welcome.
He was paying me to scare them off.
Make their equipment disappear. That sort of thing.
Jared Horton didn't ask you to dig this up, though, did he?
No. That was my idea.
I got chatting to some blokes on the site about the hoard.
So I bought myself a metal detector.
Cost me a bloody fortune.
Went all over the village -- not a peep.
Until I tried the Cicely memorial.
You were so eager to get to your find,
you stole Hannah Dewsbrough's ditch digger.
But instead of the hoard, you dug up the altar set.
I still thought I could make a bit of money.
And then him from the dig turns up and threatens to turn me in.
Who? Dexter Ingram?
He took it off me.
All that digging in the dark and where do I end up?
In a hole.
We need to speak to Dexter Ingram again.
I did it.
I finally did it.
It must have been an uncomfortable feeling,
all that digging going on when you literally had
a secret buried in the village.
No comment.
We have DNA evidence linking you to the attack on Reverend James
and the burglary of the church.
And Noah Sawney has told us about your scheme
to get rid of the archaeologists.
Just how determined were you?
Now, what I can't figure out, though,
is why you would attack Reverend James.
You and your mother lived with him. How does she fit in?
She had nothing to do with this.
She provided a false statement.
Reverend James treated her like a skivvy,
spoke to her like one, too.
Should've heard how he spoke to her that night -- a man of God!
I was young. I was angry.
I lost it. I...
Next thing I remember, I'm standing over him with a...
candlestick in my hand.
I'm covered in blood.
Mum freaked out, started screaming.
And that's when Peter came in.
And what was his reaction?
Calm.
Perfect calm.
He called the ambulance
and told the police there'd been a robbery.
It was his idea to hide the altar set
when the rose bed was dug?
He said he needed help with a project.
I couldn't say no.
So we buried the stuff,
and he made out we'd unearthed Cicely's bones.
He told me he needed me to back up his story
the way he'd backed up mine.
The story about him finding Cicely?
I thought you'd be happy.
I thought this was what you wanted.
What I want is my own parish.
If you knew how close I was, you wouldn't try and ruin things.
Ruin things?
- You said you loved me. - I love all my congregation.
How many of them have you slept with?
I am not gonna let you do this.
Not when the truth about Peter is so close to coming out.
Because that's all I have to do.
Expose that supercilious old fraud for what he really is.
He's not the only fraud about to be exposed!
Jared's been charged for the assault on Reverend James,
but I doubt he's behind these murders.
We're missing something. What else have we got?
Plenty. These are the items stolen from the dig site
and recovered at Noah Sawney's premises.
Also, I spoke to the British Archaeological Society.
According to them, Dexter Ingram looks like this.
So who's our Dexter Ingram?
His fingerprints were on the champagne bottle.
I ran them through the system.
Turns out he's got previous.
He's not an archaeologist. He's a night hawk.
We need to find him. Put a call out.
I already have. I'll see how they're getting on.
Tell me, Nelson, where have we seen this before?
It's the lock from the chest in the Milson painting.
She said that?
Well, you can assure the Bishop it's nothing to worry about.
She's a very vulnerable member of my congregation
who has some mental health issues.
I understand.
Whatever you think is appropriate.
Do give my best to...
- I'm sorry. Can I help you? - I'm with the police.
Dr Karimore. I'm a forensic pathologist.
I need access to the remains of Cicely Milson.
Of course.
I think I know where Reverend Corby keeps the key.
- Great. - Follow me.
The hasp was found on the same day
that Cicely Milson was unearthed.
Dexter Ingram logged it as "unidentified metal object".
It's vague enough for it not to attract any attention.
But it clearly did.
The academic work on the hoard
centred on the location of the jewellery box.
Find it and you find the treasure.
Someone clearly recognised its significance.
Or found where it came from.
Either way, the Milson hoard was discovered.
Someone's trying to keep that secret.
Zoe Dyer evidently found out,
as did Alex Dyer and Christopher Corby.
And it cost them their lives.
I think we need to get back to the dig site.
He calls himself Dexter Ingram.
Yes. Arrange for backup to meet us there.
What are you doing here?
Hey!
What do you think you're doing?
No!
Hey! What the hell are you doing?
No!
Secure the area!
OK, spread out.
You're looking for anyone left on site.
Sir, you should see this.
Someone's bashed the door in.
So, what happened here?
Nelson.
Sir. Uniform have Dexter Ingram.
He was trying to leave by a back road.
The remains are female.
However, the discolouration suggests
the skeleton cannot have been in the ground
for more than 100 years -- certainly not 500.
What do you think you're doing?
You really shouldn't be here.
There's only the stolen altar set.
The one Noah dug up.
- What? - The Milson hoard.
There's no such thing.
Then why go to the trouble of assuming someone else's identity
and conning your way onto the dig?
I've asked myself that question.
- You really don't know? - Know what?
- "Unidentified metal object"? - Sorry, I don't...
You discovered the location of the hoard.
What do you mean?
If that was unwitting on your part,
then I need to know who did recognise its significance.
I don't believe it.
Do you know Penny Henderson's whereabouts?
No, I've not seen her.
- I've seen her car, though. - What do you mean?
She wasn't driving it. Reverend Corby was.
Like a lunatic! He nearly ran me off the road.
Get him to the station.
The charge is receiving stolen goods.
He's just a small-time thief.
We need to track down Dr Henderson.
I'm not doing this for me, you understand.
I'm doing it for the village, for everyone.
Especially after the Reverend James drove so many people away.
But I've changed all that.
It's a red Volvo estate.
The driver is a Reverend Peter Corby.
We also need to know the whereabouts of the car's owner,
Penelope, or Penny, Henderson.
- Can you issue that now? - Right.
OK. I'll hold.
Why would he steal Penny Henderson's car?
He's not stealing the car. He's stealing what's in it.
- The bones? - He's going to swap them
for the ones he's got in his crypt.
Kam said she was heading over there.
Sir?
- Yes, I'm still here. - It was "Henderson"?
- That's right. Henderson. - That's not the name I've got.
- Who is the registered owner? - The name I've got is "Milson".
The village will be lost without her.
Cicely is what they need.
And now I can give her to them again.
Get away from the box.
Dr Henderson, it's fine.
I said leave the box alone!
Did you double check? You're sure?
OK.
I'll need a copy sent through. Thank you.
It's as we thought.
The birth certificate confirms it.
I've waited years for this moment.
- Nelson. - My career
has been spent searching.
Cicely must be given the resting place she deserves!
She belongs with me.
People today need more than faith.
They demand proof. This is where she belongs.
Don't you dare.
Give it to me now!
I don't think so.
This man is a thief!
But he's not a killer, is he?
You're an intelligent woman, Dr Henderson.
You must know that this is not a good idea.
I only want what's in the box and then I'll go.
I can't allow that to happen.
I'm only taking what is rightfully mine.
Your birth right?
Yes. How did you...
Your real name is Milson.
You didn't write your thesis on the Milsons
out of academic interest.
You wanted to study your family.
I imagine that was very upsetting.
Upsetting?
Finding out your ancestors were persecuted, tortured, killed
and exiled?
Just a little.
Still, there was the chance of a happy ending for the...
remaining Milson.
The family fortune.
When did you realise it was real?
When I read Christopher's research.
He really was a very talented historian.
Then, of course, Zoe exploited him.
Just like everyone else.
Like she exploited you?
Except this time it was going to be different.
She could have the bones and the glory.
This time, I was going home with the real find
and she would be none the wiser.
But things didn't go to plan.
Was that thanks to Dexter's find?
No.
I interviewed Dexter.
I knew he wasn't an archaeologist.
Still, he was pretty enough to keep Zoe out of my way.
But that backfired.
She called me.
Told me she'd found something extraordinary.
So I told her I'd come straightaway,
just like I always did.
I couldn't let her have it.
But even with her out of the way...
Alex should have left the dig to me.
He hated getting his hands dirty,
so... when he started talking about expanding the dig...
.. I knew he knew.
And then there was just Christopher
between you and your family's fortune.
I was going to tell him.
Christopher was a true historian.
He understood how important it was
that things were kept in their proper place.
- Trust me, this find is huge. - But he was like the others.
The bones are nothing.
We are talking about a fortune in Medieval times.
16th-century family fortune.
God knows what it's worth now.
Millions.
- Argh! - You killed my brother.
You burnt his research. Philistine!
What do you think you're doing?
- No! - Argh!
- No! No! - I've got her!
- No! - She's secure.
It's mine!
The Milson hoard.
So many people in this village tried to live a lie.
It doesn't matter how deep you bury it. The truth will out.
Oh, Kam.
We'll see to it that the remains are properly taken care of?
Yes, and we'll make sure the fake Cicely
is reburied somewhere appropriate.
Hopefully they won't be disturbed this time.
Had me worried for a moment there.
- Yes! - Well played.
I seem to have found my form. I hope you don't mind losing.
Not in the slightest. I'm just enjoying the game.
Have they declared a truce?
Yeah. Peace in our time.
Oh, by the way, Harry's move to Causton is off.
Oh, that's a shame.
Isn't it?
Ooh!
And again!