- You all right?
- Brush my teeth and call me pearly.
- Hey, aye-aye, mate.
Hello, Morse says congratulations are in order.
- Ah, tah very much.
Well, you'll be very welcome to join us on the day if you're still here.
- [Man] All right, I will, yeah.
- Engagement announcement's just come out in the "Mail," actually.
It's a bit late, but a decent best man of mine told me it's the done thing.
- Traditionally, I think you'll find it's the bride's parents that take out the notices.
- Oh, I've done it in their name.
Look, you only do it once, don't ya?
- All right, cheers.
I'll see you there.
Old mate of mine from Cable Street, DI Finch.
Might have something on Mickey Flood.
- Do you want me to run you?
- He's spooked enough as it is.
I'm to go alone.
- Well, it's probably for the best.
I've a sudden out in North Oxford.
Nothing suspicious, but uniform want me out there just to be on the safe side.
- It's good you took Jakes to Blenheim Vale.
He always thought a lot of you.
- That's not quite how I remember it.
- That's as may be, but it's your doorstep he turned up on.
- Hm.
- Any sign yet of Peter Williams' remains?
- No, no, not yet, but the dig's ongoing.
- Maybe he's just not there.
- Or maybe we just haven't found him there yet.
- Anything further on who owns the place now?
- It's companies within companies.
Closest I've got is a firm called Centerville Holdings, registered out in Bermuda.
One owner of Lionel Godfrey Chambers.
- Can see why someone would hold onto the place.
Private land, your own personal graveyard.
- If you had somewhere that you could bury all your secrets and mistakes you would, wouldn't you?
- Someone always finds 'em in the end.
Nothing stays buried forever.
