- 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.