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[atmospheric music starts]
[disturbing sounds]
- Hold her still.
[music fades]
- Sybil?
Sorry, you look just like her.
- Samron, right?
She talked about you.
- You shouldn't be here.
- And yet, here I am.
- You need to leave.
They won't accept your kind around here.
- And what kind is that?
- [Toby] All I'm saying is we need
to be more aggressive when it comes to investments.
Conveyancing and litigation is your bread and butter,
but focusing on those simply limits expansion.
Just my view.
- This isn't The City, Toby.
We have a robust financial base for expansion,
but there's only so much land we can have.
- [Karen] Our records indicate
that we've expanded well over the last two years.
Because of...
- Not if we're careful about how we do things.
You brought me in for a reason, Stanley.
I know how to move money under the radar.
Let me do this for you.
- No hold fire. I want Lauren in on this.
[footsteps on gravel]
[flask lid opening]
- The figures indicate we've expanded.
- You want some?
Take it.
Take it!
[lighter strikes]
[dark music starts]
- You'll be safe here, maybe for a night.
Please avoid being seen in the village.
- You have kind eyes, Samron.
You should go.
- What the fuck's that on your breath,
aviation fuel?
Stan filled me in on your conversation.
Are we certain
that there's no electronic trail if we move
such large sums of money?
- Of course it's what I do.
Stanley, I know you're on the legals,
but you have to trust me on this.
- He's a stickler for details, Toby, you've got to be sure.
- This village, there's not enough hunger around.
No ambition.
Those fossils at the Russell estate around the corner,
they're our targets.
Sitting around waiting to die,
but before they do, we need their investments.
- No, I'm with them on this one.
Let's compete.
Montagu-John & Partners is your creation.
30 years.
- Okay. Okay, let's be levelheaded.
Lauren, earlier you mentioned shell companies.
- Oh, it seems to be the obvious route.
It's easy. In the US it's harder
to get a library card than it is to set up a shell.
- Is this strictly legitimate?
- Define legitimate.
I mean half of London is cocaine money, right?
And they can't track that back to the shells.
Small fry like us will just pass under the radar.
- We're not small fry. Don't use that term again.
- Are we going to the gala every year to be upstaged
by the cronies at Peters & Craig?
- [Toby] She's right.
They took a big chunk of your client base,
and called you a childish prick when you dared to object.
Don't forget that.
- [Stanley] Bugger,
I'm in a meeting five minutes ago.
Okay, I'll authorize it. Prepare the paperwork.
- Will that be all, Mr. Vass?
- Maybe.
[solemn music starts]
[music fades]
- [Claire] After this, please don't follow me again.
I can't be seen with you.
- Tell me what you know,
what they didn't tell the police.
- The company have so much power
you would not believe.
- What's going on in the company, Claire?
- Hello Mr. Robbins.
- Claire.
- [Scottish accent] So I'm looking to move down south,
get some work in a different environment.
Nothing long term, you understand?
All that city life just got the better of me.
- Sorry I have to get back to work.
[chink of cup]
[rustle of newspaper]
- We need to clear the meadow to build the car park.
But the local greens are up in arms.
My strategy would be to cite unemployment.
Boost the local economy and so on.
- Absolutely.
They'll come around.
Money talks at the council.
It always does.
Anything else?
- Saw a new woman in the village earlier.
In the tea rooms.
- Really?
Why didn't you say before?
- Well, because I was distracted
by you throwing those bloody things at me.
- God Robbins you are such a crushing bore.
So this new woman.
Do we have to worry about her?
- Some drifter looking for work.
Scottish. Thirties maybe.
- Hot was she?
- I'd say so. Didn't see her legs though.
She was wearing trousers.
- Shame. Where's she staying?
- I don't know. She was talking to Claire.
Must know her somehow.
- You don't know. Okay, well
go ask Claire.
- [Stanley] All I'm saying is,
he's become a lot more manic of late.
He's shifting money left, right and center.
Can we really trust him?
- Toby's lifting us up out of the mire, Stan.
Let him do his thing.
- But I'm the one that's in charge.
It's my head on the block, not his.
I'll speak to him, settle him down.
He knows his stuff
but he just needs to understand
to tread carefully.
- There, you see. My calm Stanley.
Is Hazel gonna be off to play bridge tonight?
- Let's not talk about this here.
The car's gonna take a while. Shall we go back to mine?
[foreboding music]
- [Stanley] Saw a new woman in the village yesterday.
Tall. Blonde.
- God you sound like Robbins.
Yes I heard, Scottish apparently.
Where did you see her?
- Oh somewhere in the village.
- Right?
Robbins saw her with Claire yesterday
but we don't know where she's staying
or anything really.
Just someone she bumped into apparently.
- Hmm.
Send someone to check her out will you?
- Yes sir-reee.
[alcohol splashes]
[hip flask snaps shut]
Monty saw the new woman.
He wants her checked out.
Claire?
- Like I said to Mr. Robbins,
I bumped into her in the village.
She seemed lonely so we had a coffee.
We didn't talk for long.
- So she didn't tell you where she was staying?
- No,
just that she's looking for work.
Judging for her accents she's...
- Scottish.
Yeah. Goodbye Claire.
Why do I get the feeling
that sometimes people lie to me?
You wouldn't lie to me, would you Robbins?
- Certainly not, sir.
I'm all about loyalty
and I will go to the ends of the earth...
- Oh, shut up, you idiot.
Look, take the morning off.
Go find our 'hot Miss Scotland'.
Monty's right.
It's just a precaution
but we need to keep our eyes on her
until she leaves the village.
Got it?
- Leave it to me sir.
I'll leave no stone unturned.
- Karen. Diary.
What am I doing today?
[dark atmospheric music]
[sounds of cleaning]
[Samron blows dust away]
- Oh shit.
Samron!
- I'm around the back.
[spanner clunks]
- Ah, Samron.
How's the repair going with Stanley's car?
- Not too bad. You might need a respray
and some rewelding though.
- Yeah, hell of a prang.
And you know he hates running
around in that bloody shopping car.
Incidentally, you will keep quiet about picking it up from
Miss Oakes place, won't you?
- Of course.
- Good chap.
Moving swiftly on.
Have you seen a new woman in the village?
Pretty thing.
Blonde hair. Wear's a long coat.
- I ain't seen no new woman in the village
for a while, Mr. Robbins.
- Right.
Well, we like to keep an eye on things
around here to keep the equilibrium.
So you will let me know if she turns up, won't you?
Good to see you, Samron.
[wind rustling in the trees]
[birds tweeting]
[low music tone]
- Hello Mr. Robbins.
- I didn't mean to startle you.
- You didn't. - Right.
Well we don't get many strangers in this village.
Especially young attractive women.
Can I ask why you're here?
- I've come here to ask some questions about my sister.
- What questions? What sister?
What's your name?
- You work for Montagu-John & Partners don't you?
- Hang on,
you're supposed to be Scottish.
Don't play games with me or you'll regret it.
- [Scottish accent] Oh goodness,
I forgot I was identifying as a Scot today.
Silly old me.
- Very funny.
- [Welsh accent] Or maybe I'm from across the bridge
from a family of coal miners and rugby players.
[English accent] Poor boy. All stuffed up in that suit.
[mystical sound]
Collar itchy is it?
Do you know what I'm sensing?
You're married but yearning for a little extra
entertainment on the side.
Am I right?
- This has gone far enough.
- You've been fantasizing at night whilst your wife
sleeps next to you.
I can tell.
You want a playful mistress, don't you, Robbins?
- What?
- Ah, ah. - Stop this.
- [Scottish accent] This is how it works.
I'm gonna be asking some questions of you
and your colleagues at that company.
Understood?
[English accent] Because my sister Sybil was murdered two
years ago and ditched in a lake
and I'm here to find the fucker who did it.
[loud smooch]
- [Karen] So I think we're nearly here with this one.
It's all complete apart from there's a small piece.
- Oh, here and there...
- Come here.
- Bethany returns soon.
I don't think this is a good idea.
- I said come here.
Do you know what interests me about you?
All the other women at the
firm and most of them in the village,
they yearn to be with me.
But not you.
You resist me.
That's what interests me about you.
- But I haven't resisted you, have I, Toby?
I gave myself to you.
- Then why don't you show me you want me like the others do?
- You've been with Bethany for over a year now.
She wants to get engaged. She told me.
- This isn't about Beth.
Men, powerful men.
We all a little something extra.
Look at any of them.
Leaders, billionaires, politicians.
We all need something more.
- Please. Toby.
I don't want to.
You're too rough. It hurts.
- Oh, don't start fucking crying.
Take this off now.
I need to see more of you today.
Do you know why any of us are still here?
Me!
And if I want a little appreciation
from the women I employ.
Some fucking affection...
What do I get?
[padlock snaps locked]
[footsteps]
[dogs barking]
[birds tweeting]
[muttering]
- Hello again, Mr. Robbins.
[sad music]
- Ah, Robbins. Excellent.
- What are you doing?
You look like you're waiting to salute me.
Take a seat, you idiot.
Drink?
- No thanks.
- You need to learn to lighten up, Robbins.
Retirement's quite a way away yet.
You look like you've been running
or you're about to have a coronary.
You find her?
- I, I did.
- And?
- Well she's a bit of an odd one, sir.
- Really?
- I'd say we have a mild cause for concern.
- And how's that?
- Well, she seems interested in a case from two years ago.
- Robbins, what on earth is wrong with you?
- Nothing. Nothing.
- Well pull yourself together, man.
Monty's coming in later
and quite frankly you seem weird to say the least.
So which case?
- It's a bit sensitive, sir. The Revan girl.
Remember?
Apparently this new woman is her sister.
- I see.
[dream-like sounds]
- Poor boy.
All stuffed up in that suit.
Your collar itchy is it?
[erotic female sounds]
[descending drone sound]
- Robbins?
[silence]
Kindly tell me what the fuck is wrong with you.
- Sorry sir, it's a stress thing.
- Quaaludes more likely.
You still on those? Never mind.
You said this woman is Scottish?
- Sometimes she was.
- Sometimes?
This is bullshit.
I'm gonna have to get Pugh involved
because quite clearly you're not firing on all
fucking cylinders.
- Oh no, she was English,
but then I heard Welsh, I swear.
- Robbin's, go get Pugh.
- English, Scottish.
Welsh.
Then I...
- Go get Pugh!
[low moody music]
- [Toby] Apparently Claire was the first to see her.
Said she's a drifter, but now we know more.
- Claire. Why is there a problem?
We could escort her out like we do
the others that are non-compliant.
- She's the sister of Revan.
Appears to have an agenda, sniffing around the case.
- Right.
And has Robbins met this woman?
- Oh he has.
Talking like a blithering idiot.
More so than usual.
We failed to get anything concrete from him.
My guess,
his wife found out about his extramarital affairs.
Well that sent him off the rails.
He'll bounce back.
Bloody fool that he is,
but he's not right for this task, Pugh.
Hence this meeting.
- Well in my book,
Robbins has always been a bit soft.
It's all about attention to detail.
If needs be,
how much control am I permitted to use, sir?
- Get physical if you must.
But avoid scars,
especially on the face for now.
If we need to go further, we'll talk.
- Right, sir.
This woman, she's Scottish, yes?
- Do me a favor, Pugh.
For the sake of this assignment,
let's just assume she's from somewhere in the northern
fucking hemisphere.
- Right you are, sir.
- Oh, and Pugh.
Two years ago the Revan sister had it coming.
But we don't want any of that resurfacing
because of this new woman, do we?
- Leave it to me, sir.
- [Stanley] With this new venture,
I want 80/20 with Toby.
I'm the major shareholder. I'm in control.
- Yeah, but you just still gotta be sweet on him.
You know he is gonna ask for 70/30, don't you?
- Ah, Robbins.
Ah, Pugh.
- Busy morning, isn't it?
- Must be.
[birds tweeting]
- The way you looked at me yesterday.
There was something between us wasn't there?
- Behold!
He standeth before the woman whenst he should kneel.
Tell me.
[mystic sounds]
Names.
I need names.
In the village, in the company.
Who is involved, Robbins?
What am I looking for?
- I will tell you, but I've been thinking
of when you kissed me. What that means.
- Someone in the village killed her, didn't they?
- It's not that simple.
I don't know for sure who was involved.
They keep me on the outside.
- So it was people within the company.
Watch my lips carefully, Robbins.
I want you to give me names.
[mystic sound]
- Tell me!
You were seen. You know her.
What's her name? Where is she staying?
Tell me, otherwise I'll break your wrist.
- I don't know her. I only met her once.
Donna. Donna Revan.
- And where's she staying?
- Daggers. Daggers Inn.
- [Bethany] Oh I have so missed you.
But I had like such a blast.
- And you are gonna tell me all about it
and I can't wait to hear all the details.
Especially the juicy ones.
- I will.
Helen was a total bitch throughout the week,
and she got plastered. I so couldn't believe it...
- Babe.
Lauren has been floundering without you.
Go and report in so that I can talk to Pugh.
Love you. Kiss kiss kiss.
- Don't be long.
- You look like an undertaker come to put me in a box.
What's up?
- You were right, sir. We could have an issue
with this new woman.
- Go on.
- Apparently she's staying at the inn.
- The Daggers?
This is the very fucking situation
I wanted to avoid.
Were there others like the last time or just her?
- Just her as far as I know.
- I'm gonna have to tell Monty and he'll not be happy.
- I'm not afraid to go in, sir.
I could sort this for you.
- Don't be a moron. We need to think this through.
Find her. Get answers.
But be discreet will you?
- Got it.
- People are talking about you.
You've been seen with Claire and Mr. Robbins.
The firm are worried about your motives.
What are you here for?
Be careful. They're not to be messed with.
- Everything leads back to that company.
- Nobody is saying anything.
They won't tolerate anyone who mentions it.
- They feared what she discovered so they killed her.
- Maybe. I didn't know Sybil that well,
but she's just like you, stubborn.
Asking all these questions.
She got others like your kind to help her.
- How many? - Two or three.
They disappeared.
- And what about you, Samron? You're still here.
They could come for you.
- As long as I'm here, I can do good in the shadows.
You...
Need to go. Leave the village.
Save yourself before they get to you
and you meet the same end as your sister.
- [voice from outside] Samron?
[Lauren] Samron!
- Miss Oakes.
Good to see you again.
- You never call me Lauren though I've asked you to.
- I'm kind of formal.
Old school like my dad, I suppose.
- Yes, of course. Of course you are.
And honest and a man of faith.
Last time I was here there was a woman.
Tall like me.
She's been asking questions of our employees.
I'm concerned about Stanley.
He gets worried when the company he's built
from the ground up is threatened.
Who is she?
- I don't talk to her much, Miss Oakes.
All she told me is that she'll be moving on in a day or so.
- What is she, a traveler?
A tourist perhaps?
- She needs to get around.
She's thinking of buying a car.
- So you've only spoken to her the once?
- Just once.
- Be calm.
We only wanna talk to her.
Promise me, won't you that if you see her again,
you'll come to me first?
You won't be in trouble. I'll make sure of it, okay?
- Yes, of course. I will.
- You wouldn't lie to me now would you?
I'll tell Stanley.
He'll be very relieved.
[sighs]
[dark music begins]
[rustling paper]
[wind through trees]
[crunching footsteps]
- Yes?
- My name is Pugh.
Mr. Pugh.
Representing Stanley Montegu-John & Partners,
a law firm here in Haxanbury.
- And what might Mr. Pugh from this law firm be doing
following me down a remote footpath?
- Your presence in Haxanbury is causing some consternation.
I need to ask you some questions.
What is your motivation?
What is your purpose?
Darling...
It would be appreciated if you showed some respect.
Turn around to face me and answer my questions.
Let me give you some advice, sweetheart.
I've been sent here to find out what you know.
So. I suggest you fucking tell me.
[stabbing sound]
- Naughty Pugh.
Touching the lady is not permitted.
Oh poor Pugh. You want me to kiss it better?
Not going to happen today.
- You better watch yourself, lady.
- Tell me about the company. Who's in charge?
What are they up to Mr. Pugh?
- You are messing with the wrong people.
- Is Mr. Pugh naughty like Mr. Robbins?
[dark music]
- Be serious.
- Mr. Robbins likes this sound...
[erotic sounds]
Ah, ah.
Names.
Give me names, Pugh, of who's in charge.
Tell me about Sybil Revan.
What did she find out about the
company that got her killed?
- I'm asking the questions.
- We're not getting anywhere are we?
Until next time.
Mr. Pugh.
[crunching footsteps]
- [Bethany] Anyway, then I said to her,
get your face out out that pizza
and go and talk to him.
And she did just that.
Turns out this random guy had just got divorced
and was out like celebrating or something.
- A woman with balls.
Ah, Pugh. Excellent.
You look flustered.
So what did you dig up about this new woman?
- What new woman? - Just a tick, Beth.
- I met with her, sir.
She didn't give much away to be honest.
- So what did she say?
- Well, like Robbins reported,
she's here to find out about the Revan case.
She's particularly interested in this company
and who's in charge.
So I'm guessing that you and Stanley
are in her crosshairs.
- Do you mind leaving us to it?
Maybe you can order the food and I'll just have my usual
Pugh.
You're not paid to guess.
Did you get any solid information at all?
- Well I couldn't...
It was wasn't that simple.
She...
- What the fuck is wrong with you, Pugh?
I send you out to discreetly deal with this woman
and you've come back looking like a schoolboy who's
wet his shorts.
- Well I've had...
I've had a bit of a day of it, sir.
- Yes, it seems like you have
And what's happened to your hand?
I must say this is very out character for you.
You realize we may have to use someone else?
To escalate things.
- Do you want me to start proceedings, sir?
- I don't want to go down that route again,
but we may have to.
Go get Monty's take.
- Understood, sir.
[heels on tarmac]
- It's going to be okay.
- Well, I'm off to organize the office party.
So, you behave and I'll see you later.
Oh, what was that thing with Pugh by the way?
He seemed weirder than usual.
Playing with his neck like that.
- I'm curious too.
- Hmm. Gotta go.
Love you.
[clunking heels]
[birds tweeting]
- Excuse me?
- Mm, I love a jammy scone in the morning.
- I should ask who you are, but I'm guessing you're the
multi-accented woman who's been
prowling around the village.
Staying at the Daggers, correct?
- Correct.
I'm Donna and you're Toby Vass.
- Hmm, you've done your homework.
Wonderful.
Well now you can leave.
And don't go thinking you can find a job
and money at Stanley Montagu-John
because there are no vacancies
and I dare say you lack the necessary skills.
Goodbye.
- The inn. it's so cold.
I thought I'd come in here for some warmth
and a cup of hot tea.
- I dunno what I'm gonna do.
[sobs]
- Forgive me.
Miss...
Donna.
I had no idea things were so tough for you.
This village can be a hard place to get by for outsiders.
Maybe I can help with a little cash
before you continue your journey.
- Sorry.
I just couldn't resist doing that.
It's a bad trait of mine.
I do apologize.
So.
You know about the Sybil Revan
case from two years ago, right?
Well, cold case or not,
I'm here to find out a little more.
She worked for you, right?
And that boss of yours,
this Stanley Montagu-John. Correct?
- My dear Miss Revan.
Let me explain something to you.
I cannot divulge any information about a case
that was extensively investigated by the local
and national police force
and was lacking in any major evidence connecting
to anyone in the vicinity.
As was detailed in the report,
the killer was likely some wayward lunatic
roaming from town to town
and who is waiting for his chance to attack again.
It is most unfortunate
that your sister was found dead at the bottom of a lake.
But that has nothing to do with me,
Montagu-John or anyone around here for that matter,
so I suggest you take your tinpot sleuthing elsewhere.
- Her arms and legs were bound to a chair
and she was thrown into the lake and left to drown,
Mr. Vass.
So make no mistake, I'm digging around
for answers until I get them.
And get your facts right.
Sybil wasn't found at the bottom of the lake.
She floated to the surface.
[eerie music begins]
[disturbing sounds]
[men grunting]
[dragging sounds]
- [Stanley] Tastes like watered-down apple juice.
Can we change it?
- No. Robbins ordered it.
- That figures.
Robbins seems to have lost the plot recently.
Keep an eye on him, will you?
- Will do.
- Ah, Pugh.
Just the man.
Just being discussing about Robbins.
He's a bit under the weather at the moment.
Need someone to man the helm on a few things.
- Yes sir. - Oh good.
What can I do for you?
[apple crunching]
- [Pugh] Well, I spoke to Mr. Vass
and there's a sensitive matter
that I need to talk to you about.
- Sensitive?
- It's a matter that needs to be dealt with swiftly
and I need your approval before proceeding.
- [Stanley] Concerning that new woman, I'm assuming.
- Yes it is, sir. - Let's have a meeting.
30 minutes, boardroom.
- Right sir.
- Pugh.
Everything okay? With you, I mean?
- Yeah. Yes, of course.
[footsteps]
[birds tweeting]
[dogs barking]
[footsteps crunching]
[distant voice]
- Donna, I need to see you.
I've been thinking about what you said.
Maybe I can help you with some information.
Look, I can't come in there.
Please come out and see me, Donna.
Why? Why are you ignoring me?
[apple crunch]
- What you doing?
- I need to see her.
- She in there?
[fingers thumping]
- [Pugh] She's kinda special, isn't she?
- She is.
- What's she done to us? To make us feel this way?
- I don't know.
I'm not sure I can take much more of this.
We need to go, come on.
[tense eerie music starts]
[blow torch burns]
[silence]
[jazz piano plays]
[people chattering]
- Would you like a drink?
- I am fucking certain that Peters & Craig
are still poaching our clients.
- That's what happens when you do favors.
You need to close ranks and keep them closed.
- You are so right.
Monty's being far too lenient on them.
- Oh, I think the word is 'weak',
isn't it?
- Steady on Susie.
Let's keep it positive, shall we?
[crunching sound]
[trad jazz music plays]
- Do you have an invitation, Madam?
- May I take your photo?
- Of course. With him.
- [photographer] In you get, Scott.
Fabulous.
Thank you very much.
- What fun.
- All I'm saying is that he lacks,
the aggression needed to compete.
- And that's why I'm here.
Oh you know you've got something on your face.
- Are you trying to cause trouble for us?
- Who's that with Vass?
- That's Bethany, his girlfriend.
- Best go sort it out.
Oh, thank you.
- [Donna] Do you know who this is?
- That is the new woman I heard you mention.
- [waitress] Can I take your coat, please?
- She looks just like, you know...
- That's Taneth Trethowan.
She was top dog at Peters & Craig
who are rivals of Stanley.
- That's her sister.
- Her fucking sister.
- She was practically village royalty.
Her family have lived here for generations.
- What's she doing here? Does she know?
- Toby said she was a weirdo.
He called her TT but pronounced it 'titty'.
Which he thought was hilarious but it was just cruel.
- Where is she now?
- She drowned.
Her body was found floating in the village pond.
- When?
- About three months before Sybil was killed.
So two years ago.
- Two years ago?
[silence]
[jazz music]
- I haven't seen you around here before.
You sure you're not with the competition?
- Is that for me?
Thank you.
[Donna] Ah Toby,
thank you so much for inviting me.
- I didn't.
- And who is this handsome gentleman?
- This is Stanley Montagu-John,
founder and CEO of Montagu-John & Partners.
- Oh clever boy. I love your waistcoat darling.
- Quite, madam.
May I ask what brings you to Haxanbury?
- Toby here can let you know,
and so can Mr. Robbins and Mr. Pugh.
Ah, here they are now.
- The devil's up with them two?
- Mm, too dry.
Get me something else, darling.
- Pugh?
- Yes sir? - Everything okay?
- Absolutely sir, yeah.
- Our meeting?
- Oh, I do apologize.
I had something urgent to attend to in the village.
- Oh, naughty Pugh.
Anyway, must mingle.
- I am sorry, madam.
I'm afraid this is a private party.
- That's okay. I've got this.
Must be exciting for you to come to a new place
with all these wealthy men,
however they're out of your league, pumpkin.
- But I love digging up old fossils in the village.
Don't you?
- I won't tolerate anyone snooping around this company.
So I have a bit of advice for you, sweetie.
Take that cute little derriere of yours
and go find a 20-year-old college kid
and blow him in the car park.
Then leave Haxanbury for good.
- Such fabulous advice.
And you should take up that dried-up
old vagina of yours
and go to work on Stanley over there,
'cause I know you fucking him.
- Such good advice.
- Would you like some wine? - Yes, I certainly will.
Well, you know what would be fun
if you seek to threaten the company?
- Serving me more wine? Hardly a punishment.
- Oh, I was thinking this implement would be nice
to take out your brains through your nose.
- Oh, but that would tickle. But you know what, Lauren?
It is Lauren, isn't it?
I could chat to you all evening,
but I'm sensing you really don't know what kind
of sick stuff is going on here.
Do you?
Toodle-oo.
[tense music]
- There's something I have to tell you.
I can't prove it,
but I think Bethany was responsible
for the death of your sister.
- You need to tell me everything.
- Sybil always suspected that Toby
had something to do with the drowning
and that Bethany lured Taneth to him at the pond.
Bethany was crazy for him. She still is.
- Why did they want her dead?
- Because she was different. Like Sybil, like you.
Taneth was a powerful woman in the village
and in business.
Toby thought she was the reason
the firm was struggling.
[man coughs]
- [Toby] You're a vision tonight, Karen.
Excuse me, Miss Revan, I'd quite like to speak
to my secretary in private.
[crowd chattering]
What were you telling her?
- Nothing.
- I'm like my eyebrows.
I just can't get them right at all.
- You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Karen?
- I just told her how much Bethany loves you.
- Well, that I know to be true.
Do me a favor.
Don't talk to that woman again.
She's trouble and can't be trusted
and that, dear girl, is an order.
[harsh grating sound]
[tense music starts]
[heels on stone]
[gate creaks open]
[party music continues]
- Move.
[crescendo sound]
[muffled party sounds]
[foreboding music starts]
[heels on stone]
[ethereal music plays]
[high-pitch tone builds]
[party music continues]
[footsteps on gravel]
- Ah!
[dark music]
[piano melody starts]
[water lapping]
[leaves rustling]
[hard breathing]
[gasps]
[screams]
[thud]
[hard breathing]
[sinister music starts]
[sobbing]
- Morning Stanley.
Good party last night, seemed to go well.
[sighs]
- It was a bit odd if I'm honest.
And who invited that bloody woman, Donna?
I told you to check her out.
Not invite her into our social circles.
- She invited herself it seems.
She's a danger.
I'll speak to Pugh and report back promptly.
Look...
Bethany seems to have gone missing.
I don't suppose you know anything?
She doesn't always stay with me,
but she'd usually let me know.
- No idea.
That thing between you and Robbins last night.
I'm aware that one's interests can be somewhat...
ambiguous as we navigate our way through life.
Like me,
Robbins was a boarding school lad.
And things can change at that age.
- I have no idea what you're talking about.
- I'm just trying to say, I understand.
And that my door is always open to talk if you need to.
Anyway, change of subject.
Confidentially, I'm thinking of letting Robbins go.
He seems to have lost his marbles
and Pugh is testing my patience as well.
Keep an eye on him. Come see me later.
- What the hell is happening to us?
[footsteps on gravel]
- Mr. Vass? You alright?
- Just come to collect Stanley's car.
Assume it's ready?
Yesterday.
Did you see my girlfriend, Bethany?
Or that new woman, Donna?
- I haven't seen these people, Mr. Vass.
- Hmm.
Tell me.
Do the people of Haxanbury like me?
- I think they respect you, Mr. Vass.
- You wouldn't lie to me Samron.
Would you?
- I wouldn't lie to you, Mr. Vass.
I, I'll get the keys.
[solemn music starts]
- I'm just going to do some filing.
- You know what forgiveness is,
don't you?
Someone in my position needs to take certain actions.
to protect against outside threats.
You understand?
- I'm not sure what you mean.
- Donna Revan. How well do you know her?
That woman is destroying everything we have here.
She's in my head meddling with my thoughts.
You need to stop her.
- I dunno what you mean.
I can't help you if I don't understand.
- No, you don't understand.
You weren't there to witness it.
When they came to our village, joined her to destroy us.
We had to take measures.
- Who? Who came?
- I'm so sorry.
[sad music]
- This Revan woman's not gonna go away, is she?
- She's looking for answers.
[crunching]
- We need to nip this in the bud,
before the situation escalates.
Do you still have contact with your man, Shark?
- Pugh does.
You give authorization?
- I do.
But don't screw it up.
This keeps happening.
It needs to end now.
- You can count on me.
[eerie music plays]
- Well, you're always a few minutes early.
Impressive.
- Sign of a man happy in his work.
So, what are we doing?
- I assume Pugh has informed you of the new woman
in the village causing us issues.
- He did.
The sister of Sybil Revan, no less.
- Are you aware she's staying at the Daggers Inn?
- Most men go funny color when talking about that place.
But I'll happily go inside if necessary.
- We need her to meet the same end
as her sister within 24 hours.
Can you oblige?
- My fee will be the same as before.
Plus 40%. Inflation, you see.
- Very well.
- And, Mr. Vass?
I wonder if I may have a little pleasure
with this female before I send her on her way?
Call it a bonus.
- I'm not interested in your sexual perversions.
Do what you have to. Just don't mess up.
We're done, I believe.
Oh, answer me this.
Why do they call you Shark?
- Well, Mr. Vass.
Most people say it's because I can smell
the blood a mile off,
but they're wrong.
Wanna know why?
- Please humor me,
I can hardly bear the suspense.
- Because it's not blood I can smell.
It's fear.
[laughing]
[dark music starts]
[lighter strikes]
It went out.
I thought I'd bring it back to life for you.
I like watching you sleep. Peaceful.
- How long have you been in here?
- Don't worry, you won't suffer.
Your sister, Sybil, she didn't either.
Not for long, anyway.
Seems you've caused quite a stir in the village, Donna.
So much so that they called me.
Ask me why I am special. Go on.
Because they fear this place.
They fear women of your kind who they see as evil.
I'm special because I'm not afraid.
[foreboding music]
[music builds to crescendo]
[footsteps on stone]
Mr. Vass.
- What the hell are you doing?
I expressly forbade you to come here.
Pugh. Get Robbins.
Block the entrance and clear this away
before anyone else arrives.
Now!
[dogs barking]
- It's just a paper knife.
A toy. What the hell was he doing?
- He screwed up.
She's slippery.
- I said don't screw up. You screwed up.
Now what?
- We have to do this ourselves.
- Maybe.
- There's no maybe about it. She has to die.
- You. It's you that has to do this.
Leave it to me. I'll talk to the others.
- Hello Monty.
That's what they call you, but you don't like it, do you?
I wonder what else they say about you.
- How did you get in here?
- It must be lonely at the top,
even for a big boy like you.
- Your games are becoming intolerable.
- Sybil Revan, you murdered her.
- Not me.
- Then you need to tell me who did.
Think about it, Monty.
Otherwise I will call it your house sometime.
Maybe say hello to your wife.
I'm sure she's sweet.
Does she know Lauren?
[threatening music]
- What were you doing over at the offices?
- Ah, the token female board member.
- I repeat. What was your business there?
- Are you aware that the CEO
of your competitors was found drowned in an alleged accident
in the village pond two years ago?
Or that six months later, the body of my sister
was discovered floating in the lake,
bound by the hands and feet to a chair.
The killer never found.
- Mere coincidence I'm sure.
Just like any other village,
we have our crimes and our accidents.
- I don't believe in coincidences
and I also don't believe you are that naive.
Or are you complicit?
Stanley's involved whether he did the deed or not.
Someone has to take responsibility
for the murder of my sister.
- I'd be careful what you say.
We're a law firm don't forget.
- Mm, not for long.
If Stanley goes down, no Stanley,
no law firm, no job.
- Get in Robbins, close the door.
This woman has caused the problems of the past to return
to the village.
She has to go and we have to do it.
Toby Vass has become unreliable.
Irrational.
- Does she, does she have to die?
Maybe there's another way.
- No.
Yes. She could live.
No. Why am I even saying this?
She sent you here with that notion.
Didn't she?
- No, she did not.
But I, I could go and see her again.
- I'll go.
She likes to see me.
- If I might suggest,
she wants the person directly responsible, sir.
Shark has gone, so...
- She wants Toby.
- Well, Toby is the genesis of all this.
So we need to move in that direction, sir.
Otherwise, the problem won't be solved.
We kill Donna, but we don't kill the problem.
First there was Taneth Trethowan.
Then Sybil Revan.
Donna Revan.
Who's next?
More of their kind will follow seeking the truth.
I'm sure of that.
- I need to figure this one out.
Leave it with me. I'll call you.
[footsteps]
[birds tweeting]
- Lauren. Surprise.
What brings you here?
- Well, I was looking for you. Thought you'd be here.
Look, I see a real threat to the company,
to Stanley, to all of us.
My priority is what we...
what you've created in the village.
- A threat.
From one woman.
How's that even fucking possible?
- She's got to go and we've devised
a way to make that happen.
No mistakes.
Want another drink?
I could use one.
- I think this Donna has something to do with Beth.
Well, you haven't seen her.
I haven't seen her.
She just vanished, poof, into thin air.
[alcohol splashes]
If that bitch has something to do
with it, I'll make her suffer.
I promise you.
[eerie music starts]
- I heard about your associate, Shark.
I'm guessing you had a similar idea to make her pay?
- Shark got lazy.
She's a cobra and he let her strike.
I won't make that mistake.
[disturbing sounds]
[glass chinks]
- We're good?
[glass chinks]
[water lapping]
- Don't leave.
- I have to go.
You should leave too. Get away from this place.
- Where would I go? My only option is the city.
- Then go to the city.
- I have enemies there.
I can work here.
Plus, things will be better.
Now that you've rid the village of evil.
- For now, maybe. It will rise again.
[poignant music]
- [Lauren] I'm taking a more prominent role in the company,
particularly in investments and finances.
We had to let Toby go
and with Bethany to the wind, you'll be reporting to me.
As you may know, I have certain standards
and ways of doing things.
[glass strikes]
[moody music plays]
[silence]
[running footsteps approach]
[upbeat dance music plays to end]