01x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

[wind howls]

[breathes shakily]

[waves crashing]

I swear I could not believe me eyes.

Could not believe my eyes.

Here. Look. See for yourselves.

[horse whinnies]

[whinnies, grunts]

[whinnies]

[crows cawing]

[patient coughs]

[Alice] Good morning, Master Barak.

Did you sleep well?

Master Shardlake is where?

Breakfast, sir. In the refectory.

He is fond of you.

Then he does not know me.

[sighs]

I must apologise.

I should not have said that.

[Guy] Alice?

Brother Mark

has mistaken his bed for a pot.

Perhaps Master Barak

could help you attend to the matter.

[sighs] Another time.

Brother Guy?

Can I ask?

Did you discover the reason why

poor Simon Whelplay did behave as he did?

It is of no concern, Alice.

- May I sit?

- You may.

I've been asked by the abbot to inform you

that Dr Goodhap has departed for London.

His room is empty. His belongings gone.

When was this?

I'm told first light.

You were not told an exact time?

I was not.

The thing I like best about this

monastery is the plentiful food.

It's the fat monks I could do without.

Dr Goodhap has left for London, it seems.

Without permission.

He has?

Says who?

His room is empty.

I take it he did not

inform either of you of his intentions?

Did anyone witness him leaving?

Bugge. The gatekeeper and watchman.

Master Shardlake… [stammers]

…when can I expect

my books to be returned?

When I have finished with them.

They were all in good order, I assure you.

We shall see.

All accounts are good and correct.

No amount of good and correct accounts

are going to save you, Brother Edwig.

You did visit Simon Whelplay at his bed.

To say a prayer, yes. I did.

But you despised the boy.

That is not true.

W-Why pray at his bedside

and not your own? Or at the church?

[clicks tongue]

It is the way of St Donatus.

I hoped he'd be able to join me.

- Which he did.

- He was awake?

Yes.

And we did pray together.

Is that all? Am I free to go?

You are.

But do not wander.

Do not overreact, Jack.

I need us both to be clear-minded.

But there has been another m*rder.

- Who?

- The novice. Simon Whelplay.

Who did fall and crack his skull?

After ingesting a poison.

Ingesting it?

By another's hand.

Laying in the infirmary.

It's Brother Guy.

It's Guy who did discover the poison.

He could easily have kept it secret.

What puzzles me most

is why every senior brother

decided they must attend

the bedside of a novice.

A boy that they had persecuted for weeks,

months before.

If you believe there are answers

in Brother Edwig's accounts,

let us now walk to the stables

and return to the village.

We should press the Justice Copynger.

Five days is too long.

If Singleton was onto something,

we need to act fast.

We have time yet.

Cromwell will not see it that way.

I have been mentally compiling

a list of all anomalies and unknowns.

What, where, why.

What was the boy, Simon Whelplay,

trying to tell me through his fever?

We will never know.

Where lies the relic and the sword?

They must be somewhere.

The sword especially is key.

It's lost to the marshlands.

Why was there

an absence of bloody footprints

when Brother Guy did enter the kitchens?

[Jerome] Two birds together.

The one from Peruland and the peacock.

I shall to check on the horses.

You have barely eaten.

[wind howls]

How can I help you, sir?

We have been taking

good care of the horses.

Sir?

What's this?

Master Bugge?

Yes.

Yeah.

You're the watchman.

The gatekeeper.

Yeah, I am. You know I am.

So tell me… [sighs] …at what time

did you open the gate

allowing Dr Goodhap to leave?

It wasn't quite first light,

but the sun was getting there.

[shushes]

So what time?

Is this a game, sir?

Your last chance.

You think carefully on your answer.

My sword can hear a lie,

and it will respond.

[gulps] I did open the gate for

the doctor just before 6:00.

At first light.

- That is a lie!

- It's the truth!

Look, his stallion's gone.

Master Shardlake, please!

- I swear.

- Jack, lower your sword.

This wretch is lying to me!

Master Barak, lower your sword.

[Barak sighs]

[scoffs]

[pants]

[pants]

[grunts] Jack!

Jack, what is it?

- [stammers] Speak your mind.

- We cannot fail.

And we are failing.

- That is not the case.

- They're laughing at us.

- They're all making fools of us.

- Jack.

No. I will not have

Goodhap and his kind crowing.

Jack. We are close. Believe me.

What if God is with them after all?

No.

No. Listen to yourself.

Listen to what you are saying.

We are close.

This is how an investigation does form.

I cannot go back to what I was.

I will not go back.

When will you accept

that we must find our own truth?

Jack.

We have stirred the waters,

and the answers are there. Swirling.

We are close, Jack!

[breathes shakily]

[sighs]

[Whelplay] Just something I made, sir.

[wind howls]

[choir harmonising]

[birds chirping]

Do you wish to know what I'm doing?

I'm following

Simon Whelplay's instruction.

I'm looking exactly

where he wanted me to look.

Its waters are deep enough

and dark enough to be used as a chest.

Temporary or otherwise.

You, Jack Barak,

shall now search that chest.

- Oh, I shall search it?

- Yes. You.

You should undo your boots and whatnot.

[stammers] W-Why me?

Because I am prone to a chill.

[scoffs]

And, regrettably, you are taller.

I shall hold the pole.

Oh.

[sighs] Well, how deep is it?

It is a pond. Not a lake. Not a sea.

But how deep is it in the middle?

Where an item is more likely to be tossed.

It is a pond.

- Do you swim?

- Not in the depth of winter.

Shall we wait for spring?

[chuckles]

It might be my imagination,

but I swear I saw something.

Something bright possibly.

If only the sun would catch it.

Master Barak?

What is it you are doing?

Master Barak is about to search the pond.

You should keep your boots on your feet,

Master Barak.

Objects found in that pond over the

years have been many and varied, I'm sure.

Ignore him.

Your feet must become your hands.

And there are carp.

[grunts]

[grunts]

Ooh.

For balance.

[grunts]

Feel with your feet.

[grunts]

My feet are sinking into the silt.

[grunts] Must be six inches.

It's deeper than I thought.

The item I thought I saw must be close.

Tread carefully.

Can you feel it?

[grunts] I cannot.

Wait.

Wait, wait, there could be something.

Do you dare to go under?

[groans]

Whatever he has found,

the silt will not let it go.

By Jesu, it's the sword.

- [exhales sharply]

- [Shardlake] It must be.

- [Barak groans]

- [sighs] Good find.

[pants]

Well done, Jack Barak. Well done.

We have a breakthrough.

[grunts]

Outsiders, indeed.

Would an outsider have

left his sword behind him?

He would not.

Never.

It's an important find.

As Mortimus of Kelso will be aware.

It's my robe.

It carries the sacrist's badge.

It's-- It's mine.

I left it with the launderer

to be cleaned.

It was never returned.

I thought it to be stolen.

For-For-For winter warmth.

You left it to be laundered when?

It was the day

that Master Singleton arrived.

The sword I have never seen.

I've never so much

as held a sword in my entire life.

Not even as a boy.

We would make do with sticks.

Take hold of it now.

Go on. [sniffs]

[Barak] Ooh.

It's heavy?

[chuckles] One hand, yes.

Two hands, it's easier.

It's an odd sensation.

Now show us how you took off

Master Singleton's head.

You are capable.

You have the strength

the m*rder*r did require.

That I cannot change.

The novice, Simon Whelplay.

He knew the pond held a secret.

[sighs] Wh-- How is that possible?

Could he be the m*rder*r I am seeking?

Simon? Never.

[chuckles]

I say that without hesitation. Never.

Not even a reluctant k*ller,

executing the orders of another?

No. No. He would not. Could not.

He did not have the strength.

More than that,

he was a boy with a good heart.

He was capable of love.

And yet I only looked to the pond

because he sent me there.

I can only conclude

that he knew what was hidden.

I am not investigating

the deeds of outsiders.

You must see this now. You know this.

Is there anything more you know?

Help me.

Lord Cromwell shall hear of it.

There's nothing more I can tell you.

[crows cawing]

[Abbot Fabian] Drain the pond, he says.

Like it's a simple feat.

Please tell me Master Bugge

did not drop Dr Goodhap into the waters.

- He did not.

- Thank the Lord.

The good doctor

is at peace in the marshlands.

I did say a prayer for his soul.

I cannot help but wonder who did slay him.

Who?

Who amongst us?

Abbot, we must persevere.

- We are not done yet.

- Not yet.

He has found the sword.

[Mortimus] He has found a sword.

Which could have been lying

in the silt for many years.

And that is what we must claim.

'Tis a sword from nowhere.

Its owner unknown.

He will find something more.

Thomas Cromwell demands it.

There can be no surrender.

What else is there for us

besides St Donatus?

[footsteps approaching]

A warming drink for you.

Thank you.

That's gold upon the handle?

It is. It's a handsome piece.

[Alice] Impressive.

[Barak] It's a gentleman's sword.

Unlike my own. [chuckles]

How could it have ended up in a monastery?

Why are you not married?

Why do you believe

it's your business to know?

[chuckles] It's not my business,

but it is a puzzle.

I was to marry.

But he died.

Suddenly. And without warning.

[inhales sharply]

And soon after,

my mother succumbed to her own illness.

And that's when I came here.

Where I'm surrounded by monks.

- I do not wish to marry a monk.

- [chuckles]

Why are you not married?

[stammers] That is a puzzle.

Handsome pup like myself.

[chuckles]

The truth?

Yes.

[sighs]

I'm an impostor.

I call myself an emissary of the king.

Cromwell's man.

I dress in what I consider

to be fine clothes,

but I'm always a breath away from rags.

A wife, therefore, is out of the question.

Until when?

Until I have the money saved.

Until I find someone I cannot do without.

It's an interesting and admirable truth,

Master Barak.

Jack.

I've met fine and honest people

who've had no choice but to dress in rags.

As well as liars and cowards

cloaked in finery.

Same.

My lady.

My lady.

[thunder rumbling]

[thunderclap]

We shall soon need torches,

Brother Mortimus. I shall see to it.

Do that.

Didn't I just say that I would?

[sniffles]

[bell tolling]

It is a fine sword.

Well balanced.

Made by a craftsman, most definitely,

who would leave his mark.

- Which he did.

- [clicks tongue] So he did.

"JS 1507."

Hmm. And an effigy.

Four pointed towers.

Is this the sword that k*lled

Robin Singleton?

- It must be.

- Without a doubt.

An important find.

And something Goodhap

will not know and cannot tell.

[groans]

You did well.

How are you feeling?

Drier. [chuckles]

Warmer.

You have not been your annoying,

c*ck self today.

- [chuckles]

- Why's that?

I must be missing the stench of London.

[sighs] Nothing more.

The draining of the pond,

it'll take how long?

Some hours yet.

[Barak] What about the poor fish?

[chuckles] There are buckets. And bellies.

[chuckles]

And what is it you're hoping to find?

Is it the relic?

No. I am hoping to not find the relic.

See, the brethren of St Donatus

would cast a sword into the water,

but the hand of the Penitent Thief?

Never.

[groans] We will find whatever it is

Simon Whelplay intends for us to find.

Sword may be all there is.

I salute your cleverness,

Master Shardlake.

And sadly there are times

I would exchange such cleverness

for the ability to wear a fancy codpiece.

[thunder rumbles]

[sighs]

- [horse groans, whinnies]

- [Shardlake mutters]

[Alice] Your supper, Lord Abbot.

I shall leave it on the table.

Have I not treated you well, Alice?

You have, sir, yes.

Have I not dealt

with the would-be molesters?

You have.

I have.

It is my duty.

Should you be asked,

please tell that to the crookback.

Yes, sir.

[Shardlake] Stop now. Stop the work.

There. There is something there. A form.

Bring me a bucket of clear water.

And a torch.

Give me some light here.

This is a woman's necklace.

Fetch Brother Guy. And a stretcher.

We remove this poor creature

carefully and respectfully.

- [breathes deeply]

- [footsteps approaching]

The senior brethren are here.

Step inside, please.

Close the door.

She was the first.

This pendant would have

been given as a gift.

Representing love.

From a mother, father, swain.

And worn with pride because she was loved.

She had value.

This death has angered me.

As long as it does not distract you.

[door closes]

[Guy] I have examined the body carefully.

From the height, size,

the length of the remaining hair,

and from the chain found around her neck,

it can only be my former assistant.

The girl named Orphan Stonegarden.

Each of you knew this poor girl,

of course.

She was a thief, sir.

And this was her punishment?

Not at all. She must have

stumbled and fell, or some such.

Perhaps it was the stones in her pockets

that did cause her to stumble.

It was thought she had stolen

two golden chalices and fled.

They were of some value

and remain missing.

Brother Guy, can you remind us

of the cause of her death?

Her neck is broken.

She was m*rder*d, weighted,

tossed in the water, and forgotten.

Within this house of God.

God's punishment perhaps.

How dare you!

Is it not enough for you that she is dead?

Must you continue to trail her

through the dirt?

I beg your pardon, sir.

It was thought she was a thief.

This discovery pains me

as much as any man.

So what of these golden chalices

that she did steal? Where are they?

They are not in the fish pond.

They are not in her pockets.

If these objects remain missing,

it is the man who k*lled her

who is the thief.

And I shall tell you all now.

There are three murders to consider.

Three?

There is Robin Singleton,

Orphan Stonegarden and Simon Whelplay.

The novice fell. People saw it.

The novice was poisoned.

- He fell.

- Brother Guy?

It is true.

Belladonna was found in his gut.

The boy fell, and the boy died.

That is what happened.

Well, before he died,

he dared to tell me a secret.

What secret is this?

We are looking at her.

Simon knew where she lay.

He told me he warned her of danger.

Those were his exact words. He knew.

It is my summation that whoever k*lled

this girl did also k*ll Simon Whelplay.

Preposterous.

Lord Abbot Fabian,

I hereby invite you to surrender

the Monastery of St Donatus,

its land, and its entire wealth

to the Crown of King Henry.

In return, all brethren shall receive

their due pension in full.

Master Shardlake,

a pension is a meal a day.

[Shardlake] And my work will be done.

Bodies shall be buried.

I cannot disagree with you

about this poor wretch being m*rder*d.

She lies here before us.

I remember her

as a pleasant and pretty girl.

But many men did come in the time

she was here. Many men.

Monks, travellers, servants, tradesmen.

You cannot say with any certainty that we,

St Donatus, are responsible for her death.

Nor can you say it was a poison

that did k*ll Simon Whelplay

when you yourself witnessed his fall.

And his death did follow that fall.

What was the cause of death, Brother Guy?

A-A broken neck, my Lord Abbot.

Which leaves us

with the m*rder of Robin Singleton

to which I say again, we are innocent.

- There are no swords kept in this house.

- We have found a sword.

[Abbot Fabian] Belonging to whom?

You do not know.

Abbot Fabian,

do you voluntarily surrender to King Henry

the lands and wealth of St Donatus?

I do not.

And you cannot force closure.

Nor have I any good reason

to surrender closure.

Then my investigation shall continue.

And I promise you, all of you,

men shall hang.

Master Shardlake,

I would wish to speak with you.

In private.

In private, Brother Gabriel?

We are brethren, you can speak freely now.

Thank you, Abbot.

But I would prefer greater privacy.

This is a confession I must make.

[breathes shakily]

[Gabriel] This girl, Orphan,

she arrived some years ago.

She did her work well,

but she was never happy.

[Shardlake] Why was she never happy?

[Gabriel] She was bothered. Continually.

Women, they tempt men.

As Adam was tempted by Eve.

And who exactly

did bother this young girl?

I will need names.

I will not do that.

Several monks were named as molesters,

both senior and less senior.

The abbot warned each of them.

Sternly.

And his words had effect?

Yes. He is the abbot.

I'm telling you this

because temptation is one thing,

and to molest a certain wrong,

but to k*ll?

m*rder?

I cannot believe

any of my brethren capable.

And yet she is dead.

[sighs]

Imagine the terror.

The fear she must have endured.

I am to blame as much as any man.

For I did nothing.

I stood by in silence whilst

knowing she lived a life of misery.

[sighs]

[Shardlake] This is not what you promised.

Did promise?

A confession you said.

Help her now.

What do you know?

I know she did speak often with Simon.

I can believe he would watch for her.

It is therefore possible

he might know who k*lled her.

It's possible that knowledge

did cost him his life.

Then you agree it can only be someone

from within and still present.

This is why I struggle.

To reconcile the act of m*rder

with one of my brethren.

What twisted and broken soul

in search of his God--

[grunts, pants]

- Help! Somebody help me!

- [straining, groaning]

[Shardlake] Help!

[choking, gasping]

[choking, gasping continues]

[Abbot Fabian speaking in Latin]

[door opens]

[wind howls]

[Barak groans]

I must return to London.

[groans, chuckles]

You must return.

You shall remain here

and await news of the land sales.

Hell's teeth, you foolish man.

We cannot move for the dead,

and yet you harp on about land sales.

I do.

They remain our best and possibly

only chance of success and closure.

The order of St Donatus must be

proven to be guilty of doing wrong.

Who was the intended target,

you or Brother Gabriel?

[sighs] I have no idea.

Well, what did he tell you?

He reaffirmed his faith in St Donatus,

monasteries, and monks.

And was then silenced

before another word was spoken.

And now you must return to London. Why?

I should find the owner of the sword,

and to do that, I must return to the city.

Whilst I sit here

awaiting news of land sales.

It's not the most exciting task,

but it is important.

Lands are being sold,

monies gathered, but why?

I am hopeful.

Is that Jerome's writings you're holding?

- It is.

- [sighs] I did advise you to burn it.

It paints a poor picture of Lord Cromwell.

It is treacherous even.

It's not safe to hold that. It's not safe

to even admit it was ever written.

Do you believe it's true?

I do not.

I do not know of its existence.

[chuckles]

He will be here by now, Cromwell's lawyer.

He was seen on the road.

He must not see these remaining

receipts for the full five days.

- As agreed.

- I shall keep one and one only.

He will not complain.

Thank you, sir.

- [people chattering]

- [dogs barking]

[patrons chattering]

Arranging passage will not be

a problem, sir. Consider it done.

She sails with the tide

just over an hour from now.

You'll be in London in half the time.

Excellent. Thank you.

- It'll be my pleasure.

- And the receipts for the land sales?

Will be here soon as promised.

Of that, I am certain.

[inhales sharply] Do you know

somewhere in town I can stable my horse?

There are good stalls

at the rear of the church.

He will be well taken care of.

- Uh, she is a mare. Chancery.

- Ah.

I shall see to it myself.

- A good evening to you, Master Copynger.

- And to you, sir.

I shall be gone for a matter of days,

my girl.

- [whinnies]

- You shall be well fed.

- Be certain of that.

- [grunts]

And not once do you complain.

Not once have you ever let me down.

You shall have company.

This charming stallion.

I have seen you before, have I not?

You're Goodhap's mount.

Then where is your master?

[choir harmonising]

[harmonising continues]

- [sighs]

- [footsteps approaching]

Brother Guy's at prayer still.

And will be for some time, yes.

Master Shardlake's taken himself

away to London for a few days.

Why's that? Can you say?

To identify the owner of the sword.

So, you see, Alice, I'm all alone.

- [giggles]

- We're all alone.

[sighs]

Yesterday I said that he was fond of you.

Master Shardlake.

You did.

Even if that were true,

puzzled as to why

you'd betray his feelings.

Because they are my feelings.

This monastery will close. It must.

I worry what will happen to you.

Where will you go?

- You worry for me?

- [chuckles] Yes.

I am fond of you…

more.

Are your feelings true, sir,

or are you simply alone?

I say they are true.

What do you say?

I say you should close your door.

How is it?

Oh, I am grateful for it, Master Copper.

- It's lacking meat.

- Yes, and flavour.

[both chuckle]

We'll sail through the night,

but we shall land you

right in the stinking heart of London.

How many passengers have you had

these past weeks, Master Copper?

I've not had a passenger in months, sir.

And tonight,

as you can now see, I have two.

Master Shardlake, this is Master Crowe.

- Pleasure, Master Shardlake.

- Likewise.

In addition, I was asked

to carry a horse this very journey.

Declined.

The beast would've been distressed.

Quite.

He would've been

sh1tting and pissing all over my decks.

- You declined.

- I did.

You were asked to carry only a horse?

No rider? For what purpose?

Sell, sir. Told the old abbey-lubber

to do his own selling.

The horse belonged

to a person of the monastery?

"Belonged", you say.

- That is one explanation.

- [sailor] Master Copper!

If you will excuse me.

You had business in Scarnsea?

I did not. I have business in London.

Private business.

Of course.

[sighs] I don't know why I'm eating this.

I know I shall lose it.

A sailor, I am not.

[thunder rumbles]

[people chattering]

[groans]

[grunting]