Damian Lewis sports vibrant Tudor costume as he get into character as King Henry VIII for highly anticipated BBC drama Wolf Hall
There have been several famous on-screen portrayals of King Henry VIII.
And Damian Lewis is sure to give another memorable performance as the infamous British royal in the new BBC series, Wolf Hall.
The Homeland actor was pictured in his full period costume on Friday as he filmed scenes for the anticipated new drama at Gloucester Cathedral.
Royal style: Damian Lewis is sure to give another memorable performance as the infamous British royal in the new BBC series, Wolf Hall
The 43-year-old certainly looked regal in his attire as he got into character for the show which is based on the award-winning historical novel of the same name.
Inspired by the fictional biography written by Hilary Mantel, the story is centred more on the rapid rise to power of Sir Thomas Cromwell in King Henry’s court.
Period set: The Homeland actor was pictured in his full period costume on Friday as he filmed scenes for the anticipated new drama at Gloucester Cathedral
His royal highness: Damian joins the many actors who have portrayed King Henry VIII on screen
Cromwell had been the right-hand man of Cardinal Thomas Wolsey, special adviser to the King, but soon Sir Thomas took his place to become the most powerful of Henry’s ministers.
Thomas played a key part in overseeing Henry’s divorce from Catherine of Aragon and subsequent marriage to Anne Boleyn, and the English reformation whereby the country went from Catholic to Protestant.
Playing the role of Cromwell is the award-winning stage actor Mark Rylance, who recently won the Tony for Best Featured Actor in a play for his role in William Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night.
Not so mellow yellow: The 43-year-old certainly looked regal in his attire as he got into character for the show which is based on the award-winning historical novel of the same name
Details: Inspired by the fictional biography written by Hilary Mantel, the story is centred more on the rapid rise to power of Sir Thomas Cromwell in King Henry’s court
Drama: Cromwell had been the right-hand man of Cardinal Thomas Wolsey, special adviser to the King, but soon Sir Thomas took his place to become the most powerful of Henry’s ministers
Jonathan Pryce is to play Cardinal Wolsey, Anton Lesser as Sir Thomas More, with Claire Foy as Anne Boleyn.
Mark Gatiss, Edward Holcroft, Ed Speeler, Elaine Caulfield, Jessica Raine and David Hobb make up the ensemble cast for the drama which will air later this year.
The title of both the series and book comes from the name of the Seymour family seat at Wolf Hall or Wulfhall in Wiltshire, though none of the action occurs there.
Vibrant: Thomas played a key part in overseeing Henry’s divorce from Catherine of Aragon and subsequent marriage to Anne Boleyn, and the English reformation whereby the country went from Catholic to Protestant
Accuracy: Playing the role of Cromwell is the award-winning stage actor Mark Rylance, who recently won the Tony for Best Featured Actor in a play for his role in William Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night
It also alludes to the old Latin saying ‘Man is wolf to man’ in that Cromwell’s navigation’s are dangerous and opportunistic in nature.
The novel was previously adapted into a successful stage production by the Royal Shakespeare Company earlier this year.
In good company: Jonathan Pryce is to play Cardinal Wolsey, Anton Lesser as Sir Thomas More, with Claire Foy as Anne Boleyn
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Set in 1932 Post Edwardian
Set in the 1932, the story takes place in an old-fashioned English country house where a weekend shooting party is underway. The story centers on the McCordle family, particularly the man of the house, William McCordle. Getting on in years, William has become benefactor to many of his relatives and friends. As the weekend goes on, secrets are revealed, and it seems everyone, above stairs and below, wants a piece of William and his money, but how far will they go to get it?
Directed by: Robert Altman
Writer(s): Julian Fellowes, Robert Altman, Bob Balaban
Cast: Maggie Smith, Helen Mirren, Michael Gambon, Kristin Scott Thomas, Jeremy Northam
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The beginning of the contest month was almost at hand and Margaret started having meetings with all her people on all shifts.
“All right, ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow we enter the month you’ve all been waiting for. I feel very good going into this month as I know we have done all we can to prepare. We are ready and the orders are as steady as they have ever been. I think the difference we will make this month, over other months and perhaps all the other mills, is our preparedness. The machines are going to be running at peak performance. You, the workers, are going to make the difference. You are trained, you will be punctual and present, but most of all, you have the heart to stand above the others who do not consider us real competitors in this Master dominated industry. Now, I have had inquiries into what we have or will be doing to achieve our goal since we have boasted that we wanted a challenge. Let us please keep our strategy to ourselves. I have spoken with Mr. Thornton and he has given me an idea of what type of numbers we will be facing. The average mill’s profit, over last year, is already below our own normal achievements but like he said, the mills entering the challenge know those numbers and also feel they can best them. But I have complete faith in us. If we do not win we will certainly be able to hold our heads very high at the end and have proven we are a mill to be reckoned with, a mill that is proud of our work, and I am a Mistress that is proud of her workers. As a side note, I will be introduced to the Chamber at the Winner’s Meeting, being its newest member and the one who brought on the contest. I will be most proud to tell them about this mill and its outstanding people who make it all happen. Then they will announce the winner. Since Lady Mills is being introduced, any worker that wants to attend is welcome.”
Margaret finished to a loud and proud round of applause. Her audience of workers stood at the end and absorbed each other’s enthusiasm. Margaret perceived they were prepared for the battle, with soaring spirits and confidence on high.
Margaret had had two banners made, one of paper and the other of canvas. They were huge! The canvas one covered the entire length of the main mill shed which faced the road. In huge letters, the banner read ‘Milton’s Finest Team’. As each member filed out of the meeting, they painted their name on the banner. She knew if the workers felt like a team they would help each other and there would be fewer arguments between them.
She gathered her management staff together for their final duties.
“Well, lads, are you as excited as I am?” Margaret asked, strolling the room looking at each one.
Everyone shook their heads in agreement, as hands clapped and smiles broadened. There was a cat whistle in there somewhere too.
“Bring ‘em on,” Mark said. “We will show Milton what we’re made of.”
Margaret continued as their enthusiasm quieted. “I know we go over the Profit and Loss statement at the end of each month and you know that we have been running at 14% – 16% increases for over a year, and that is without the new international orders. Last month alone, with all the issues of the move and bringing international orders to the books, we still managed to maintain 13%, which I think is extraordinary. Mr. Thornton does well above average at 9%. I really think we have a good shot at winning.
“William and Hodge, your responsibilities will change little. Just do not hesitate to speak up if you have any issues brewing. If you see a worker coming down sick, send them home and we will replace them with the extra’s we have as back up. You need to ensure that everyone is working at 100% capacity.”
“Sam and Mark, you two will plan the overnight shift if we need one, even on the smallest scale. Mark, you will oversee Dying and Shipping and Receiving. Carlton, I know you’ll have your hands full, and again, do not you hesitate to ask for more help. I will be with you at times to help with the counting and weighing of the incoming merchandise, comparing it to billing. Mark, you will ensure that Carlton has no hitches getting the freight sent off to the ships and railroads. Sam, you will oversee any problems in the milling sheds and help Hodge if he needs it. You will also see to the smooth running of the stables and canteen. Thane, you will oversee the standby crew that we have hired. Be ready with names to switch to night shift for experience stability and bring the new ones onto day time work. You will also oversee our accounting and work with Mr. Latimer’s accountants when they come weekly to check our books. We are to have absolutely no questionable entries in our books. I will have zero tolerance on that score. Thane, you might want to also see if we have any volunteers to work a Sunday, instead of going to a third shift. All of us, here besides Carlton, will be at the ready to repair any downed iron, but let us train a few other workers, too. I assume we have on hand plenty of the spare parts that wear out faster than others?” Margaret waited for a response.
“Yes, we are well supplied there,” said Thane.
“Are there any questions?”
“Yes, where is our paper banner for our slogan?”
“Oh, yes. Thane, see if you can find the paper one. When all the names are on the big canvas one, hang it outside under our Lady Mills sign tomorrow, on opening day, for all to see. The other hangs in the canteen where all the workers will see it when they eat.
Everyone felt like they were well informed and had no questions. Her staff was mesmerized by all the knowledge she had locked in her head.
“Finally . . . communication will be all important. We will have two meetings a day. We will have one in the morning and a short one just after second shift gets underway. We will discuss everything. I want all of us to know what each one is doing, where potential problems may lie. None of us are in this alone. I will be in the office to handle the post, the day to day visitors and all the office work, unless Carlton needs me. I guess That is it, lads. Good luck to us all. We start tomorrow. Oh, one more thing before you leave this room. First of all, I must say, make sure I do not get these back.” Margaret walked around and opened her desk drawer where 7 boxes rested. Margaret handed each one of the management team a box, telling them, “Do not open it yet.” She handed a box to Thane, Mark, Sam, William, Hodge, and Carlton. After depositing a box in each man’s hand, she retrieved a seventh box for herself. “I have had these made for my appreciation in all your hard work for this challenge and especially for successfully bringing Lady Mills to Milton, without much guidance from me. You may open your gift.” There were smiles and sincere appreciations around the room as each man was given a gold circular pin, about the width of a man’s ring, to wear daily. It said – ‘#1 Mill – on the first line, – Lady Mills – on the second line, and – Management Team – , on the last line. Margaret’s own pin was only slightly larger and had Mistress of the Mill on the bottom line.
“Mistress, I think I speak for all us in thanking you and expressing our gratitude in your confidence in us. We will wear theses pins daily and proudly,” Thane said.
Before Margaret could let her tears flow at this auspicious moment, she said, “You are welcome, and thank you. Now get on with your work.” Margaret could not help but laugh at herself, remembering how she had interrupted her most precious night with John, accusing him of going into battle, and here she was leading the cavalry herself with her own battle cry.
That evening, on the eve of the contest, John invited Margaret to dinner at his home. John had been to Margaret’s home several times, but there was never the privacy as they had at John’s.
Dinner was over and they sat relaxing. Margaret was starting to tremble at the prospect of having some private time with John, who looked very collected.
“So, Margaret, do you feel your workers are ready and up for the stress that they may be carrying?”
“John, my workers are holding their breath, waiting to hear the gun shot that marks the start of the race. You certainly do tend to underestimate them. Remember, it was mostly their idea of this challenge.”
“Margaret, I know how we love to jest with each other but in all seriousness have you prepared them to lose?”
“Not exactly. I have prepared them not to win but we will still be able to stand proud of what we accomplish. What have you done with your people?”
“Nicholas and I have been having meetings with them, letting them know that the challenge will be fun, but I didn’t put any pressure on them. They are good workers at any time.”
“Oh . . . so you have done nothing to prepare, except meetings?” Margaret inquired.
“Margaret, we need no plans; we always try to stay ahead of issues.”
“Well, I hope all the Masters competing are as well prepared as you are,” Margaret said, not hiding that twinkle in her eyes and a smile.
“I see that smarmy look. You do not have to tell me the plans that you have discussed but tell me how many. Can I ask that?”
“All right.” Margaret thought to herself and counted her fingers. “Probably a dozen.”
“A dozen! You’ve made a dozen plans over and above your normal work practice?” John paused at his own surprised outburst. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean for it to sound incredulous. Certainly, you’ve made extra plans. You’re new here, you’ve hardly settled into a routine, yet. I do hope you have a good showing. How about telling me of just one of your plans, since the contest begins tomorrow and there is little time to implement something new.”
“All right. I think I can do that much. Let me think. We have ordered an abundance of the top five pieces of the looms which could wear through or break. If something breaks, we have the replacement on hand. We have them in abundance right now.”
“Top five? Hmm . . . Yes, I’d say that is a good plan. I think we’re set for the top one piece.”
“Mr. Thornton, I know you have severe doubts about our ability to fair well in this. I think you question our challenge and even my own intelligence to lead, although I know you would not admit to that. How about a little side wager if you’re man enough?”
“I think I have shown you, I am man enough but What is your wager?” John asked smiling and threw in a little wink, which surprised even himself. Margaret brought out a happy side of him which his life rarely displayed.
“Why should not we each devise a wager?” she suggested.
John reacted to this side challenge with delight. “All right, Miss Lady Mills, since you are so sure of yourself . . . if Marlborough Mills beats you, you will marry me within a week of the contest. If Marlborough Mills does not best you, then you can pick the date.”
“Agreed,” said Margaret. She was ready to marry him tomorrow, but thought she had have a little fun with this and she hadn’t found her ring pebble yet.
“You will agree to that?” John asked in surprise. “I didn’t think you’d be that easy.”
“I will show you how confident I am in my team and my love for you . . . if Lady Mills wins, I will marry you that night! How’s that?”
“You know I do not think you can win, so I do not find that much of a wager, but I will agree. There is always that small chance.”
“Very good, then. Bring a ring to the meeting,” Margaret chided.
John smiled as he walked over to where Margaret was sitting, and pulled her into a standing position. He urged her towards his chest, wanting to sense her acceptance for what he wanted for both of them. There were several reasons a woman would not want to begin a passionate evening, knowing where it would lead. Finding her eagerly trembling, he tugged her hips to him, while devouring her mouth with his tongue. Sliding one arm to her bottom drawing her to his arousal, his other arm held the back of her hair. Clutching a hairpin found, he pulled it out and let it drop to the floor thus releasing a cascade of her rich thick hair. It tumbled down, assailing him with her magical scent.
“Oh God, how I love you,” he whispered into her ear. He then began to claim her neck with his lips and tongue. He loved all of her, but her long neck would always draw him in. He could always see it when people were around and if he stared at her neck too long, he would have to adjust himself. He knew she loved it too when he kissed her there, for it seemed to make her knees buckle every time. It was a very erotic place for both of them.
Margaret caught herself as her knees went weak and she felt John’s hand in hers. He led her to his bedchamber. She was already distracted by his body being next to hers and the heat rising in both of them. No words needed to be said, it was all in their eyes.
“Speaking of man enough,” he smiled, letting her think what she wanted.
John laid her on his bed and removed her shoes and then his own. Instead of completing the disrobing, his mouth went back to her neck; he needed to quench his thirst that had been building all evening looking at her ivory skin.
The room wasn’t as dark as it had been the other time Margaret was with John. He had left the door open, allowing soft light to filter in from the parlor’s low-lit gas lights. Margaret was a little distracted by that but it lasted only a moment. She threw her arms around the nape of his neck, finally tugging his hair, pulling him away from her neck and to her lips. While he swept her mouth with his luscious tongue, she unknotted his cravat, signaling her hunger.
John pulled her to a sitting position as they undressed each other. A shock ran through Margaret as his hands found her breasts, as he laid her back down. “I would appreciate it my love, if you didn’t hurry me this time. Let me love you like I need to love you.” Margaret easily saw John’s smile in the dim light.
“Whatever you say, John. I am somewhat understanding of the process now.”
“Must you call it a process?” John chuckled. “Can the business lady go away for a while so I can make love to my woman?”
“Please forgive me, John. Your woman is eagerly here, believe me; she just has to learn these new words of love,” Margaret said laughingly, letting John know she was playing with him.
Margaret shivered with pleasure as John found his way to her breasts that were hard. He suckled each nipple and then nipped lightly at them.
“Barbarian,” she called him.
“Flatterer,” he responded.
A small gasp escaped her when John slid his hand between her legs and began to caress her there. She clung to him as he teased her with his fingers. He slowly kissed his way down her body and Margaret began to blush with embarrassed anticipation. It was all too intimate to contemplate, but the first warm touch of his mouth and tongue removed all thoughts and inhibitions. She shuddered violently, staggered by the sensation. She wanted to pull him away from his shocking seduction, but she could not –– and didn’t want to.
His mouth began to pay sweet tribute to her femininity. John had to hold her hips down to steady her, so he could love her the way he wanted to. She bleated and moaned, as she gave of herself and opened to him. He savored every part of her womanhood, as she reveled in his licks and kisses. Within moments, he felt her tensing, as she teetered on the brink of release. He moved up her body and quickly entered her, thrusting deeply to quell his need to bury himself deep within her warm body. Her contractions tortured him and he began to drive hard. In only moments, he kissed her, and took her cry of release into his mouth. At that moment, they fell together into the well of ecstasy. He shuddered from the force of his release as his seed flowed into her depths. He continued to move and rock against her as Margaret’s body strained to find the end of her climax. Even though John was totally spent, he loved the way Margaret’s pleasure continued, many moments longer than his own. He loved this woman like no other and she would be his forever. He had found his spirited equal, his wife and his lover, all in this one little woman. God had granted him everything.
John guided the rest of their night into everything they could want.
We were completely out of breath, Douglas and I, by the time we managed to pull the massive stone block aside. It showed a small entrance to a dug-out passage, shored-up by wooden planking which did not seem at all sturdy.
“By Jove!” Douglas wheezed, “It seemed much larger when I was ten!”
I do not know how but I found some breath and laughed weakly.
Soon we were crawling through a pipe that was so low and narrow we were forced to go single file. Douglas went first and I followed.
“Mind you stay close to me, Miss Dashwood,” he said. “This torch is not going to last much longer and we do not want to lose each other. Here, hold this.” He removed his belt, trusted one end into my hand and took the other himself.
The going was difficult as the passageway floor was bumpy and littered with cave-in debris. At least the passage was straight. Soon our progress came to an end when we reached a solid wall of earth where the tunnel roof and walls had collapsed.
“Damnation!” Douglas hissed and tried to sit up but could not because the ceiling was barely three feet high. He only managed to lay on his side and I noticed his face was grey under the torch light. He was covered in streaks of dirt and perspiration and undoubtedly I looked the same. I realised we were both too exhausted to continue our laborious journey. Although I was aching to touch him and have him touch me, I did not dare to move toward him; I was no longer sure of Douglas’ feelings for me, after he was forced into signing those dreadfully final estate documents. However, my mind was in such turmoil about the recent revelations about Wilkinson that I could not stay silent.
“Mr Spencer, would you please consent in telling me what has transpired this past week? I … we have been seriously concerned about you when we learnt that you had disappeared.”
“I might as well tell you, Miss Dashwood, since I know all too well you will not stop harassing me about it! It must have certainly occurred to you that my cousin is not, to say the least, an agreeable man. We never got along well but the difference in our ages could have been the cause for that, since Phineas was already a grown man of twenty-two by the time I was born. Although I cannot recall having done him any wrong, he always showed an aversion to my person and has forever treated me with contempt. Yet never had I imagined that he hated me so much that he wants me dead all these years .”
“Oh, no, you are mistaken!” I said vehemently. “It does not signify whether you are dead or alive, Mr Spencer. All he wants is your property, your title and your money! Surely you must see this clearly now your premature return to England is what urged him into action. He never expected you to turn up before your thirtieth birthday, the day on which he would become the legal owner of your father’s wealth, unless you married. He has been plotting to kill you since that moment and nearly succeeded when he shot you on the moors.”
“Yes,” Douglas replied, raking a hand through his hair and mussing it even more. “I think that is sufficiently clear, although I fail to see why he had to go to such lengths to accomplish his goal. He would have gotten his wish soon enough, since I had no prospects of marrying before August 22nd.”
“There are a number of unexplained parameters in this case, Mr Spencer. Col. Brandon, who suspects financial difficulties are at the base of them, has gone to Liverpool to sort them out. We might be able to find prove of Wilkinson’s premeditation to your downfall and death.”
“Ah … well, my dear Miss Dashwood, if we do not succeed in getting out of here, that would be of no use, would it?”
He rose onto his knees but wavered and shook his head to dispel some dizziness.
“We should go back,” I urged. “You do not look well at all, Mr Spencer.”
“No, confound it! We will dug ourselves out of this rat hole or die trying!”
With that, he started digging with the help of a piece of wood he picked up from the floor. I followed his example by shoving the earth he had removed behind me. We managed to proceed for about ten feet when it happened – the ceiling came crashing down on my head and dirt filled my mouth and nose.
Strangely enough, I felt no fear at all. It was like a warm blanket covering me on a cold winter night, except that there was no air to breathe. I would soon be gasping for air so I abandoned myself to the warm darkness of death in which I had fallen.
Suddenly I felt a forceful slapping on my back which caused me to cough hard.
“Excellent! Keep coughing and do not forget to breathe!” I heard a voice say and found myself lying on my side, draped over Douglas’ arm while he was trying to make me spit out the dirt I had swallowed. I threw up violently and then gasped for air, wheezing like an old woman and feeling nauseated. After a few moments, just as I began feeling better, I realised Douglas was caressing my neck and shoulders with gentle, soothing strokes.
“There, there, my darling … better now?”
“Yes,” I croaked, “how did I get here? I thought I was buried for good.”
Since I was much shorter than Douglas, I managed to sit and was able to lean my back against the passage wall. Only then I saw we were still buried, more or less, for we were in a kind of cubbyhole between two barriers of earth. Fortunately our makeshift torch was still burning.
“You were still clutching my belt,” Douglas replied, “so I was able to pull you out. Are you well, Meggie?”
“Ah, we are back on first name terms, I see. That is a true relief, since I have been living under the impression that we were no longer friends because of your return to formality.”
“Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”
The situation was ridiculously hopeless. I was half lying, half sitting, against the wall. Douglas lay propped up on his elbow, his head half a foot from mine. For the first in a long time, I looked Douglas in the face, but was at a loss for words. He tried to flash me a smile but it was a shaky one at best.
“Well, Meg, that is what you wanted, is it not? You needed me to say it aloud so I graciously obliged.”
“And here, here of all places, you are actually asking me to leg-shackle you? Me half choked and you half starved?”
His arm went up and he drew me to him, hard and swift. His mouth was equally hard and so demanding I was aroused in two seconds. I pressed against his iron chest; my body crushed against his – I was lost! Suddenly I remembered I wore no corset under my breeches and shirt, just a thin chemise, which caused our bodies to touch more intimately. Douglas must have noticed it too for his hands stroked me in various places. A devastating desire for him threatened to overwhelm me. When, finally, we had to come apart to draw breath, we were in a black, stifling darkness because the torch had gone out.
“My God, my loveliest Meggie! Will you give me an answer before we both perish here? I love you, for God’s sake, as I always have since the first moment I set eyes on you.”
“If you can free us from this hell, Douglas Spencer, I will be your wife. You have my answer. Now let us get digging again before the air runs out in this confined space.”
With desperate tenacity we tried to dig through one side of the cubbyhole. I could feel my hands bleeding from the effort but in the darkness could not see them. In my recollection this was the worst experience that had ever happened to me in my whole life and the whole time I was terrified the ceiling would collapse and bury us both alive. The only way to bring this off with success was to shut our mind off from the horrible consequences and keep shoving and passing the earth from the front to the back of this impossibly small space we crawled into. We were forced into coughing and wheezing from the lack of oxygen, while we performed in deep suffocating darkness.
I was becoming dizzy and light-headed and so worn out that I was working like an automaton, no longer capable of doing anything except shoving the earth behind me as Douglas passed it to me. Then with a jolt, the wall of earth collapsed and cool, fresh air rushed into what could have been our temporary grave. Douglas burst through the hole and dragged me with him. Gasping for air, I lay on top of him and did nothing more than just gulp in that wonderful, clean night air.
After a while I became aware of Douglas’ hands caressing my derrière, chuckling as he did so. “You know, Miss Dashwood, I find the image of you in breeches and coat a very thrilling one. To my delight, I found out you are not wearing your corset. It is a most wonderful feeling, your body beneath those breeches.” His wonderful smile had returned, causing my heart to stutter. I brushed the hair from his dirty face and kissed him, an act which seemed to please him very much, judging by the reaction of his body.
“Why have you tortured me for so long, Douglas Spencer? Why did it take you almost to the point of death before you fully accepted me?”
With a sigh, Douglas sat up and embraced me while I was still sitting on his lap.
“My dear heart, in that dreadful moment when I realised I could lose you forever, only one thing seemed to be the right one to do. I had to have you in my life, forever, for as long as we both shall live.”
“So if I had been buried alive sooner, you would have asked me sooner?”
I started to laugh but stopped when I saw his earnest face.
“No, my love, you are mistaken. I have said it many times already but I will say it many times again until you realise it – I have loved you since the moment I saw you. I ultimately resigned myself to have you for my wife when Dobson’s blade was on your throat. That was when I gave in, Margaret, when I was on the verge of losing you.”
He took my face between his hands and, in the light of the full moon, his eyes shone dark and deep.
“My darling Meggie, here I am, with no fortune or property. I have no idea how we are going to make a living but I promise you I will find a solution.”
“We will find a solution together, Douglas. We will be together and that signifies it all.” Tears welled up in my eyes and I had no desire to stop their flow.
Lost in our kiss, we did not immediately hear the voices until they were upon us. Douglas, whose hearing was keener than mine, suddenly pulled me down beside him. An angry, all too well-known voice rang nearby.
“Search, you stupid oaf! They must be here somewhere! I must find them and kill them!”
It was Wilkinson and his accomplice! I could see them clearly now, firearm in hand, only twenty yards away. For some reason, they must have gone back to the crypt. Douglas’ voice was a breathless whisper in my ear.
“Hide yourself in the passage, my love. I will try and distract them and then you must go for help.”
“Douglas, no …”
“Please, my darling, do as I ask. Run from here as quick as you can. I could not bear to have you killed, my love. Promise me you will run?”
“Very well, I promise.”
Douglas waited until I had crawled backward into the hole so that I would be able to come out swiftly when the time was right. He then began stealing to the left in the opposite direction of our attackers, on hand and feet and keeping low to the ground. I watched him disappear into the thick undergrowth and my heart inexorably sank. To my right I could now see Wilkinson, shoving tree branches aside, but where was Dobson? Slowly it dawned on me that I might have a good chance of luring Wilkinson away from Douglas if I could make him believe that we were still in the passage. I had to do it! I could not bear that Douglas might be caught again and most certainly killed.
When Wilkinson was almost upon me, I rose from the hole, screamed, and threw myself back into the tunnel’s gaping darkness.
See a scene from Hercule Poirot: The Big Four, adapted by Sherlock’s Mark Gatiss, and premiering Sunday, July 27, 2014, 9pm ET on MASTERPIECE Mystery on PBS.
Barry Allen was just 11 years old when his mother was killed in a bizarre and terrifying incident and his father was falsely convicted of the murder. With his life changed forever by the tragedy, Barry was taken in and raised by Detective Joe West, the father of Barry’s best friend, Iris.
Now, Barry has become a brilliant, driven and endearingly geeky CSI investigator, whose determination to uncover the truth about his mother’s strange death leads him to follow up on every unexplained urban legend and scientific advancement that comes along. Barry’s latest obsession is a cutting edge particle accelerator, created by visionary physicist Harrison Wells and his S.T.A.R. Labs team, who claim that this invention will bring about unimaginable advancements in power and medicine. However, something goes horribly wrong during the public unveiling, and when the devastating explosion causes a freak storm, many lives are lost and Barry is struck by lightning.
After nine months in a coma, Barry awakens to find his life has changed once again – the accident has given him the power of super speed, granting him the ability to move through Central City like an unseen guardian angel. Though initially excited by his newfound powers, Barry is shocked to discover he is not the only “meta-human” who was created in the wake of the accelerator explosion – and not everyone is using their new powers for good. In the months since the accident, the city has seen a sharp increase in missing people, unexplained deaths and other strange phenomena.
Barry now has a renewed purpose – using his gift of speed to protect the innocent, while never giving up on his quest to solve his mother’s murder and clear his father’s name. For now, only a few close friends and associates know that Barry is literally the fastest man alive, but it won’t be long before the world learns what Barry Allen has become…The Flash. (Source: The CW)
Genre: Action | Crime | Drama | Super Heroes
Status: New Series
Network: CW ( USA)
Airs: Tuesdays at 08:00 pm
Runtime: 60 Minutes
Premiere: October 07, 2014
Episode Order: 13