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- Mr Carnarvon.
- Kevin.

I see a lot of empty glasses. Would you
make sure that everyone's topped up?

Good lad.

- Absolutely.
- Thank you.

Come on, relax. It's going perfectly.

She's late.

She always is.

Mother.

Here.

Thank you.

Hello.

- Good turnout. William must be over the moon.
- Well, you'd think.

Ripped By mstoll

Brilliant.

I'm still struggling with the middle movement.

You just need to concentrate.

You've always been too easily distracted.

Nadia.
I was beginning to think you weren't coming.

Well, I'm here now, aren't I?

Good to see you. Good to see you.

Um, this way.

I'll do a little intro,
and then we can get on with the tasting.

Ladies and gentlemen,

first of all, thank you for coming to the launch
of our new sparkling vintage.

Um, I hope you will be as excited
by our new wine as we are.

Now, I know you've all had a chance
to taste the wine

but I thought I'd invite one of the most refined
and respected palates in the business.

Miss Nadia Simons.

Oh, yes.

Miss Simons.

Thank you.

Good colour and effervescence.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have tasted
some great English wines in my time.

Unfortunately, this is not one of them.

It's cloyingly sweet
with no complexity of flavour.

I suppose I'd drink it at a wedding but I certainly
wouldn't insult the bride by toasting her with it.

How can you say that?

Sorry, William. Better luck next time.

Grandma!

- Grandma?
- Mum?

- Are you all right?
- Mum.

Oh, no. Are you all right?

Everyone's a critic.

We're not investigating
some dodgy catering here, are we?

It's looking like there was something
in the wine.

I'll know more when I get back to the lab.

William Carnarvon, the owner of the vineyard,
claims that it was a deliberate attack.

Why would he claim that?

Apparently it's the latest in a series of incidents.

He thinks someone's
out to destroy his business.

My mother has angina and the doctors think it
made her vulnerable to the effects of the poison.

I really should be at the hospital with her.

Just a few questions, then we can let you go.

How long have you been running the vineyard?

15 years.

We wanted to build something
that we could pass on to our son.

It has perhaps been
a little harder than we thought.

But our first wine was a hit and,
in my opinion, this new wine is even better.

But you think someone's
taken against you and your vineyard?

Some people just don't like change.

And you think they're behind the poisoning?
That's quite a leap.

Not for those FWA lunatics.

FWA?

- Sounds like a terrorist organisation.
- That's exactly what they are.

The Farmers' Wives Association.

They've been running a campaign against us
for the last five years.

It started with posters, protests,
letters to the local paper.

That's not my definition of terrorism.

When that didn't work they started
taking down signs to the vineyard,

giving visitors the wrong directions,
writing nasty reviews on websites.

Then we had our tyres slashed,
our windows broken.

And then there's what happened today.

They could have killed someone.
Well, they could have killed my mother.

Metaldehyde.

It's an organic compound.

Doesn't taste of a great deal
and it's readily available.

- How?
- Slug pellets.

A small dose is very unpleasant
and can be much more serious.

12 people were treated at Causton Hospital
with nausea.

But only a Matilda Stowe
needed to be admitted.

We were very lucky.

Could easily have been a death.

Are we really thinking
that this was attempted mass murder?

I hope not but I'm pretty sure it was deliberate.

If someone's been trying to drive the winery
out of business,

a sudden vomiting epidemic
is a good way to do it.

How did the slug pellets get in the wine?

We opened five random bottles
but found no trace in the wine itself.

Five bottles?
Just another week night for you, then.

But we found traces in some of the glasses
from one particular box

which explains why only
some of the party-goers were affected.

The glasses were on loan from a local hotel.

I'll speak to the owner.

I'll get the full report to you by the end of day.

I'll put it on your desk
if I can find it in my drunken stupor.

- Adam.
- Mr Paynton.

Oh, Mr Paynton.

Are there any more guests at the hospital?

Mr and Mrs Evans from Room 4
but they'll be back later.

Have some water and fresh towels
sent up to their room.

Anything else to report?

I've got it under control. Mostly.

- Tina.
- It's just that there's no-one to look after the bar.

Then close it.
Who the hell wants to drink after today?

Who do you think?

I helped myself. I hope you don't mind.

I'll add it to the bill.

We haven't had a chance to catch up.

Drink to the old times.

Not sure they were worth drinking to.

Do you have any idea how much work
Diana had put into today?

Uh, of course.

Diana.

Still carrying that torch.

Maybe it's time to go back to an old favourite.

Bar's closed.

Don't bother. Apparently this is a dry county.

Thankfully this time no-one ended up dead.

But that's probably more luck than judgement.

And I'm sorry, but we can't have
this kind of thing happening on our doorstep.

So I propose
that we speak to Councillor Jeffries

and request that he withdraw
the vineyard's alcohol licence.

All agreed?

Against?

- This wasn't William and Diana's fault.
- Sorry, Kevin, but we've heard that one before.

- They're just trying to run a business.
- And we're just trying to protect our community.

The Carnarvons made it clear
when they came here

that they didn't care about the village
or the people in it.

And now there's been an actual poisoning...

You've got to be joking. This wasn't
carelessness. It wasn't even an accident.

You know someone did this deliberately.

We don't know that at all!

Actually, I think we do.

Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

I wonder if I might have a word?

The kitchen's usually busier

but, funnily enough, most of our guests
don't have much of an appetite this evening.

We also host weddings, functions.

Need a good stock of plates,
glasses, cutlery.

How long have you owned the place?

I inherited it
as part of my family's farming estate.

Sir.

I also inherited the family debt.

I could have farmed all the hours God sends
and still not have broken even.

- Well, it seems to be paying off quite nicely.
- It has been.

The vineyard pushes
a hell of a lot of business my way.

Really?

Well, Diana runs tours
and wine-tasting weekends.

I provide the accommodation.

So you have a good relationship
with the Carnarvons?

Yeah, of course.
This is where we keep the champagne glasses.

OK.

Where would you keep your slug pellets?

There they are.

- Half full.
- Yeah.

But a long way from where I keep the glasses.

Who has access to this greenhouse?

Well, everyone who works here.

In which case I'm going to need the list.

Excuse me.

I'm not sure I understand what your objections
to the vineyard actually are.

Look, when they first arrived
we were happy to welcome a new business.

But we didn't realise the impact
they'd have on the village.

The chemicals they use on the grapes,
the extra traffic, the...

trees they cut down
and the hedgerows they ripped up.

I mean, look what they've done
to the local pond.

And what have they done?

They diverted the stream that fills it
without a word of consultation.

I've been monitoring the water levels
and if they carry on dropping at this rate,

there won't be a pond this time next year.

So the Carnarvons are bad neighbours?

Jessica Tyler died because of them.

Just 10 years old.

Her whole life ahead of her.

Perhaps you could expand on that.

Perhaps you could ask the Carnarvons.

Roger? Is everything all right?

That woman,
she's already three sheets to the wind

and she's just about to get in her car and drive.

Someone needs to call the police.

Well?

Do you think she should be driving?

Excuse me.

Oh.

How can I help you, Officer?

By not getting behind the wheel of that car.

Of course not. I wouldn't dream of it.

I was just putting away my... shopping.

Who'd have thought you can get
a decent Burgundy around here?

Well, why don't I take your key
just to be on the safe side?

You can pick it up from Causton Police Station
tomorrow morning.

If I could give your name
to the desk sergeant?

It's Nadia Simons.

Miss Simons.

I was actually hoping to speak with you.

I hear your latest review was rather scathing.

Could have saved my breath.

It sounded very unpleasant.

Unpleasant? It's virtually undrinkable.

May I offer you a lift somewhere?

I'll call a friend.

You're late. Have you any idea
what sort of day I've had?

I'm sure you coped. You always do.

Well, you should have a quiet shift.

The bar's closed
and most of the guests have gone to bed.

Mum's waiting for you.
You are going straight home, aren't you?

Where else would I go, Dad?

Good girl.

I'll see you in the morning.

Right.

- I'm home, Mum.
- Oh, good.

You're back.

I was just doing a bit of dusting.

I can see that.
How long have you been at it this time?

Not long. Honest.

All done.

I'm going to have a bath.

- Night.
- Good night.

- Ready for our big night?
- Yes.

Let's do it.

So, darling, I think a lift
is the least you can offer me after today.

I'll be waiting.

Ready?

Yes!

Only five episodes
until Detective Ostergard cracks the case.

Help me.

Please.

Help me.

Please.

Mr Paynton found the body
when he arrived for work this morning.

I knew something wasn't right.
The vent system was off.

I thought someone from the village
must have been playing silly buggers again.

You were at the public meeting yesterday,
Mr Paynton.

Well, someone had to speak up for this place.

- How long have you worked here?
- Since I left school.

I started out picking the grapes
and then William took me on as his apprentice.

Now I'm the assistant vineyard manager.

Never thought it would involve
finding dead bodies.

I suppose not.

Can you tell me where you were last night?

At home.

Thank you, Mr Paynton.

By the way,
are you any relation to Louis Paynton?

He's my father.

Why?

CO2 levels were too high.

Victim was showing
all the signs of hypocapnea.

Thank you. We'll check that
when we get her back to the lab.

Carbon dioxide levels are falling.

Shouldn't be long now.

All clear.

- Safe to come in.
- Here we go.

All clear.

You can come in.

- Thanks, guys.
- No worries.

Cause of death is ostensibly hypocapnea.

Carbon dioxide poisoning.

CO2 is a by-product of fermentation.

Places like these usually have
pretty efficient ventilation systems.

- Somebody turned it off.
- Carbon dioxide is heavier than air.

Our victim was left already incapacitated
on the ground.

We need to get this dusted for prints.

When you say incapacitated...

She wasn't bound or restrained
but there is a head wound.

I'll know more when I do the PM.

Time of death?

It's difficult to say.
Temperature fluctuates in here.

I'll do the maths when I get back to the lab.

I'll check with the hotel,
see if we can account for her movements.

We already know she was on
Midsomer Vinae high street at around seven.

Do we?

That's when I suggested to Miss Simons
that drunk driving wasn't a positive life choice.

She said she was going to phone someone
to pick her up.

Who was the last person she called?

Er, I didn't get the call at the time.

We were at the hospital.

Miss Simons had called you several times
over the last few days.

We were making arrangements for yesterday.

She called you?

I can't believe she had the gall to
after what she said.

I had no intention
of giving her a lift anywhere.

So you were both at the hospital all evening?

Till what time?

Late. We went straight to bed
when we got back here.

Didn't notice anything amiss?
Didn't hear anything?

Not until Kevin got here.

And you don't lock the outbuildings?

Usually, yes,
but yesterday was an unusual day.

Of course. Thank you.

That was embarrassing.
You never tell me anything.

I thought I was protecting you.

I'll check with the hospital,
see how late the bedside vigil ran.

After we visit Miss Simons' hotel room.

Then I'll need you to look into another death
that was apparently connected to the vineyard.

The victim was a child. Jessica Tyler.

Who's this coming from?

Elspeth Rice, leader of the FWA.

Morning.

Grandma.

Hello.

I got to the hospital
and they said you'd discharged yourself.

Hospitals are full of germs.

They're also full of doctors.

I'm a resident at this hotel for a reason.
They have everything I want.

Yes, I understand.

Ah.

Room service, Mrs Stowe.

Sorry, we're a bit understaffed at the moment.

Thanks.

You're a good boy.

You have your secrets, though.

- Milk?
- Mm.

Promise me you'll be careful.

Yes, of course. I promise.

There are people who'd be very upset
if they found out.

Very upset.

When did you last see Nadia Simons?

Last night.

I'm still in shock.

We were told not to let Housekeeping in.

That's OK. I've seen worse.

Did Miss Simons have any visitors,
any calls to her room?

Not as far as I'm aware.

This room, is it expensive?

It's the best room in the hotel.

Diana Carnarvon made Nadia Simons'
travel arrangements.

Did that include picking up her hotel bill?

Diana Carnarvon booked the room.
The vineyard is picking up the tab.

That must be a bitter pill for them to swallow.

Or another nail in their coffin.

Are they in financial difficulties?

William's tried his best but how much money
do you think you make from a small vineyard?

His last wine got good reviews
but he only sold a few thousand bottles

and that was five years ago.

Why so long between wines?

He's a perfectionist.

He was waiting for the right growing season.

Wanted the perfect vintage.

But you think he waited too long.

Doesn't look good, does it?

Can you open this?

Certainly.

Thank you, Mr Paynton.
We can take it from here.

Sir, look at this.

Nadia Simons was supposed to
fly to the south of France tomorrow.

And that's quite a lot of spending money.

I'd say we're talking a couple of thousand.

How much do wine journalists earn?
I wouldn't have thought it was that much.

I'll speak to the magazine she worked for.

Do that. And find out whether
she filed any copy before she died.

You mean her review of the new vintage?

Badmouthing the wine to a small gathering
is one thing.

Putting it all into print is quite another.

I wonder whether someone
wanted to stop that happening.

Look at you.

- I love a girl in uniform.
- Shut up.

It's hideous.

You make it look good.

Oh, you never change, Kevin.

Still full of it.

How's your mum doing?
I should go round and see her.

I'm not sure you'd be that welcome.

Considering where you work.

Well, if I'm honest,

it wouldn't really be her I was coming to see.

That's so sweet of you, Kevin, but...

You're not still seeing Ryan, are you?

No. No, that's ancient history.

Good, you're here.

I'll see you after.

- In the office.
- I'm going on my break now, Mr Paynton.

OK.

We need to have a serious conversation.

Another one.

Let me save you the effort, Dad.

I'm a massive disappointment to you.

You didn't work day and night to put a roof
over my head and shoes on my feet

so that I could waste my life
working at the vineyard.

You want me to pack it all in
and come and work for you.

Does that about cover it?

Good. See you next time.

When are you going to understand
this is just a holiday job, Kevin?

Well, the holiday's over.

- You don't take my career choice seriously.
- Career? Don't make me laugh.

I work hard.

I've learnt more from William in the past
couple of years than you ever taught me.

You should be proud of me.
I'm good at what I do.

Not that good.
We all know what Nadia had to say.

I'll be doing William a favour
when I buy that place.

What the hell are you talking about?

- You're not...
- Yes, I am.

So you'll be working for me after all.

You know I won't let this happen.

Don't you?

You won't be surprised to hear

that there was an impressive
amount of alcohol in the victim's system.

Not in the slightest.

Well, her drinking was killing her.

She had alcohol-induced sclerosis of the liver.

According to her medical notes, she'd been
told she had less than a year to live.

An alcoholic wine critic. A bit of a clich�.

It's her other injuries
that I think may be of interest to you.

I believe she was hit by a car
and dragged up to the vineyard.

A car?

Primary injuries
suggest a car moving at slow speed.

Then there's the head wound.

Secondary injuries sustained
as she was knocked over.

There is also bruising consistent with her
wrists being gripped and her being dragged.

There were two crime scenes...

Where Nadia Simons died
and where she was first attacked, with a car.

I also found these in her hair...

...and caught up in her clothes.

I don't remember seeing anything similar
up at the vineyard.

I suppose driving a car at someone
is a pretty effective way of incapacitating them.

It's also a good way to kill them.

Why not put your foot down,
get it over and done with?

Why go to all that trouble
to get her up to the vineyard?

Sir.

According to our records, Jessica Tyler
was killed in a hit-and-run five years ago

just after the vineyard's first wine launch.

OK.

Interesting coincidence.

Officers went to the Vine Hotel to question and
breathalyse guests who'd been at the launch,

including Nadia Simons.

Right, thank you. Thanks.

That was Nadia's editor.
Or should I say ex-editor.

Nadia was sacked from the wine magazine
three weeks ago.

- Her drinking?
- Accepting bribes.

She was selling her good reviews
to the highest bidder.

- The editor wanted it kept hush-hush.
- Understandably.

If the Carnarvons were her last big pay day,
they didn't get value for money.

Look into the details.

And talk to the investigating officers
on the hit-and-run.

Good afternoon, Mrs Carnarvon.

Tina.

Declined.

I'm so sorry, Louis.

Come with me.

I thought I'd be at least able
to cover Nadia's bill.

What's happened?

The bank called and we can't
service our debts again this month.

There must be something you can do.

We were banking on new orders
from the new wine.

Once the bean counters take over, you'll be
at the bottom of a very long list of creditors.

I don't care about the damn money.

I just care about you.

I'd do anything for you.
You do know that, don't you?

I have to go.

Have a nice day, Mrs Carnarvon.

- DS Nelson?
- PC Florrie?

Yeah. I was told you wanted to speak to me.

Yes. You'll have heard about the murder
at the vineyard.

I understand that the victim was a suspect
in a hit-and-run you investigated.

- Nadia Simons?
- Yeah. I hadn't realised that she was the victim.

I'm surprised she showed her face here
after what happened.

Go on.

Well, her vehicle matched the description
of a car seen at the accident.

Witnesses described a black car
driving like a bat out of hell.

According to the case file, there was also
a red car seen in the vicinity.

We couldn't trace it
but Nadia failed a breath test.

She also had a previous for drunk in charge.

You brought her in for questioning?

She called her solicitor
before we got her into the interview room.

He advised her to keep her trap shut
and that's what she did.

SIO said unless I could prove she was driving
at the time of the accident, I couldn't charge her.

Any CCTV?

That's a bit of a sore point.

There were cameras at the Vine Hotel carpark
but the proprietor, a...

- Louis Paynton.
- Yeah.

He claimed that the system
was broken that day.

Did you believe him?

I had a strong suspicion
that Paynton was trying to protect Simons.

When I arrived at the hotel,
he was in her room.

I think he'd been there all night.

And without the CCTV evidence,
Simons walked away. No charges.

How did Jessica's parents react?

Roger was waiting at the station
when Simons was released.

It got heated.

So someone did lose their temper?

He was just letting off steam.

You know, it was all bark and no bite.

Thank you.

- DS Nelson...
- Oh, call me Charlie.

Charlie.

The Tylers have been through enough.
If you could tread carefully...

I'll keep that in mind.

Thank you, PC Florrie.

- Carolyn.
- Carolyn.

- PM reports.
- Thanks.

So the introductions are out of the way.

"I'm Carolyn." "I'm Charlie."

I don't know what you...

That's ridiculous.

Oh!

Quick, my dad's in today.
He'll kill me if he sees us.

Oh...

Oh, I see. So you're only interested in me
because I'm forbidden fruit.

Well, you really are...

Morning... everyone.

How do I look?

The picture of professionalism.

I'm just pleased not to be
covered in pureed carrot.

Any first day nerves?

Only lots.

You'll be fine.

Come on, then, boy.

Sykes, walkies.

It's OK. He's already been out.

Ah, right.

Well, I'll relieve you
of the mashed banana duty.

No need.

All done.

Well, then,
we'll just have to have a bit of a cuddle.

Oh, actually, it's unstructured playtime.

Not cuddle time.

I'm sorry?

Darling, Ida's just trying to get Betty
into a good routine.

So no unscheduled cuddles?

Please, Mr Barnaby,
I have everything under control.

There's no need for you to even be here.

Well, I'll get off to work, then.

See if I can find something useful to do there.

Have a lovely first day.

Three nights in the Vine Hotel
with room service and full use of the hotel bar.

That's what it costs to get someone like Nadia
out to the middle of nowhere

to come and taste your wine.

And what's included in the price?

I'm not sure what you're suggesting.

I'm wondering whether you were also expecting
a more glowing review from Miss Simons,

considering her reputation.

Hang on. We don't need to buy good reviews.

Our wine speaks for itself.

A first-class plane ticket
and a substantial amount of cash.

But perhaps even that wasn't enough.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Maybe someone paid for a hatchet job.

That could be anyone in the village.
The only thing we gave Nadia was hospitality.

We didn't give Nadia any money.

We don't have any money to give.

If you don't believe me, you're quite welcome
to look at our bank statements.

Thank you.

I was just going to ask for those.

There's plenty of water. What's the worry?

The level's getting significantly lower
each week.

We've barely had any rain. It'll chuck it down
next week and be back to normal.

And what if it doesn't rain?

It's England. It always rains.

I'm glad you find this funny.

Because I certainly don't.

She seems determined.

It's just a pond.

Ah. It's clearly still a bone of contention
in the village.

Everything's a bone of contention
to Elspeth and her mates.

If only they knew their history.

- The village is called Midsomer Vinae.
- Ah.

The Romans grew grapes here. All William
did was to turn the land to its natural use.

You're very loyal to your employer.

William taught me everything I know about wine.

I've barely scratched the surface
of what I could learn but...

I'm good at this.

Even if I'm not good at anything else.

What about the hotel business?

Any plans to take over from your father?

There are plans.

It's just not me making them.

Let's send some cases to other critics.

Get second opinions, get the orders in.

It won't help.

What about your mother?
She can afford to live in that damn hotel.

You were with me when I asked her last time.

She made it pretty clear that the only member
of this family getting any of her money is Ryan.

If he pursues his music
then the whole world can open up for him.

And if he gets a place at the Royal Academy
he's going to need every penny of his trust fund.

Trust fund? Pretty funny name for it considering
Matilda clearly doesn't trust us in the slightest.

- She trusts Ryan.
- Even he has to wait for another three months.

Look, if we could just hold on till then...

I'm not even sure we can make it
till the end of the week.

It's over, William.

- Hey, is everything all right?
- Everything's fine. I don't want you to worry.

If it's about the money I could help you.

Oh, you know what would help, Ryan,
is if you spent a little more time with your piano.

You haven't touched the keys since the launch.

Well, we've all been a bit busy.

OK, OK.

Give me strength!

- Diana, can we talk?
- It's really not a good time.

I know, and I'm sorry.

But... I saw my dad yesterday.

And he said something...

I just need you to know
that I'd do anything to keep this place going.

Cos it's the only place
that I've felt like I belonged.

Kevin, it's just a job.

Just brings it all back.

I know.

But I'm here.

You've no idea what that means to me.

Knowing that someone's on my side.

You'd be surprised how many people
are on your side.

Hi, love.

Elspeth.

Hope you're not neglecting your other patients.

We do seem to take up a lot of your time.

Well, you know me.

Never really off duty.

Excuse me.

Mr Tyler?

She was the light of our lives.

Always smiling.

And laughing.

And she was so clever.

All her school reports were so glowing.

Since she's been gone
there's been a massive hole in my life.

I understand you work at the hotel,
Mr Tyler.

Yeah. Just a few nights a week.

The night that Nadia Simons died,
you were on duty.

Did you leave the hotel
at any point that evening?

I wouldn't be much of a night porter if I did.

Can anyone verify that?

Er, Room 5 ordered a ham sandwich
at about three in the morning.

Thank you.

Apart from that, it was a quiet night.

And Mrs Tyler...

where were you?

I was here. I'm always here.

I'm sorry?

Judy's not very well.

It's her nerves.

Roger, we've talked about this.

Judy suffers from a panic disorder, DS Nelson.

Symptoms include compulsive behaviour,
acute anxiety and agoraphobia.

I see.

It started after the funeral.

I tried to go back to work but I just couldn't
set foot in that place any more.

She used to do the books for the vineyard.

But we've been working hard
on getting things back under control

and keeping things calm.

Like when we're out in the garden.

I just can't get beyond it.

Beyond what they did to my little girl.

If they'd got whoever did it...

Unfortunately hit-and-runs
can be quite hard to investigate.

So everyone kept saying.

It must have been quite a shock to hear
that Nadia Simons was back in the village.

Some people might think the Carnarvons
were being insensitive inviting her back.

I stopped caring about what the Carnarvons
get up to a long time ago.

They're going over it all again. The accident.

- When are they going to let it go?
- Look, listen, love, they're not.

Not unless we give them something else
to talk about.

What do you mean?

This place is absolutely beautiful.

How did I not know this was here?

You've been inside the house
for God knows how long.

See, this is what I missed.

A civilised lunch.
No need for anyone to be wearing a bib.

And when I get home,

dinner's in the oven,
the washing's in the machine

and my daughter is in a bath.

But...

Well, I might be happy to be made
domestically obsolete but I don't think John is.

You know why women
make the best ballet dancers?

Because we're always
tiptoeing around the male ego.

And how is Charlie?

I think I've broken him.

What?

I'm perfectly happy with my life.

Work, TV, takeaways,
fairly lax attitude to housekeeping.

But I didn't think it was contagious
and I didn't think that Charlie would succumb.

- You think he needs to get out more?
- Yes!

And someone's offering him
the chance to do that.

On a plate.

But he's not even looking at the plate.

Well, you'll have to
make him think it was his idea.

- If you force the issue...
- I can be subtle.

I can!

Ah, William.

Thanks for coming. Why don't you take a seat?

Why don't you just get on with it?

As you wish.

What's this?

Open it.

That's what I'm prepared to pay you
for the vineyard.

It's a final offer.
I'm not interested in negotiation.

And from what I hear,
you're not in a position to haggle.

The money can be in your account
by the end of the week.

What do you say?

I'm sure it makes you feel better to act outraged
but we both know this is your best option.

It's your only option.

It's not an option, it's an insult.

I've given everything I had to that vineyard.

Shame it wasn't enough.

Says who?

Who do you think?

You stay away... from my wife.

I've tried, but if you can't make her happy...

Fine. It's your vineyard... for the time being.

I'll just buy it for half the price
when you finally go bankrupt.

I'll take the whole package.

Er...

How many times? Don't bring rubbish
through the guest areas.

- I was just...
- Where's that useless daughter of yours?

I pay her to make the guests happy.

If only she paid them as much attention
as she does to Ryan Carnarvon.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- For God's sake.

Can't you see what's going on
under your own nose?

Roger Tyler had access to the glasses
that the vineyard borrowed from the hotel.

The slug pellets I found there
were metaldehyde-based.

He would have had time
to slip away from his shift.

And he'd had an encounter with Nadia
just before she died.

Her turning up in the village must have
felt like a replay of his daughter's death.

And he didn't just lose his daughter,
he lost his wife to the grief.

We need to know what his movements
were last night.

I'll drop by the hotel and ask for any CCTV.

- How long have we got?
- Not long.

I hate keep having to look at my watch
and over my shoulder.

Well, when we get away
the only thing you'll have to look at is me.

What's wrong?

Mum and Dad.

Once they realise we've gone,
well, they won't understand.

Well, neither will mine.

They shouldn't have stopped us
seeing each other in the first place.

What was Louis thinking of?

It's barely enough to cover our debts.

Obviously he was trying to humiliate me.

Shame me into giving up on this place and...

And what, William?

You promise me,

whatever happens, whatever I decide,
you'll stand by me?

You don't even have to ask.

- Where's Ryan?
- William, please, just...

If we're going to save this business, we all
need to make sacrifices. That includes Ryan.

Hello. Front desk.

Um, sorry, I'm having trouble hearing you.

No, I'm sorry. I still can't hear you. I'II...

I'll come up to your room.

Hello. Louis Paynton here. Manager.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

I'm looking for Louis...

Everybody stay back, please.
Clear the area.

Stay well back.
Sir, sir, will you move back?

- So much for the CCTV.
- Mm.

The Tech Department might be able to
salvage something from the hard drive.

Look at this.

Any witnesses?

Thank you.

Louis was very kind to me
when I first came here.

After my husband died.

My condolences.

Widowhood proved to be surprisingly dull.

I like company.

Kept plenty of it here.

You see all the comings and goings, then?

What have you observed
since you got out of hospital?

Well, my son-in-law came.

This afternoon, to see Louis.

And to judge by the expression on his face,
it wasn't a social call.

There is an overlap in their business interests.

It's rather more than an overlap.

Was something going on
between your daughter and Mr Paynton?

Well, I'm not quite sure, really.

Diana is devoted to William
but he doesn't always make it easy for her.

How do you mean?

Well, the vineyard was his dream, not hers.

She went along with it
every step of the way but...

Louis was everything William is not.

Who else was around this afternoon?

Er... Roger.

He got caught in the crossfire with William.

Louis was rather rude about Tina.

I'm sure I saw Kevin's van at some point.

I do hope his last words to his father were civil.

No love lost there.

Let's see what Mr Tyler has to say.

Good morning.

Looks lovely.

Didn't seem a lot of point going into work,
so I thought I'd come and give it a tidy.

Looks like someone beat me to it.

I have to ask, Mr Tyler,
where were you last night?

At home, in bed.

Can Mrs Tyler confirm that?

She takes sleeping tablets. I could come
to bed playing the trumpet, she wouldn't stir.

You don't seem very upset
by Louis Payton's death.

He was my boss. We weren't close.

We hear you didn't part on good terms
yesterday. What did he say to you?

Nothing that bears repeating.

Mr Tyler...

He was in a bad mood
and he needed someone to take it out on.

I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He had a problem with William Carnarvon,
not me.

The question is,
whether you had a problem with Mr Paynton?

Do you think he was the reason that
Nadia Simons was never brought to justice?

Well, that was the rumour.

But I thought that was your job
to work that out.

Now, is that it?

Cos I need to get home to my wife.

Thank you, Mr Tyler.

Right.

A decent Burgundy, I believe.

One, two, three, four...

six, seven, eight, nine...

10...

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, 10.

One, two, three...

It's me. Promise me
you'll be there this afternoon.

There's no turning back.

Don't let me down.

10, 11, 12.

What did you and your father
talk about yesterday?

What we always talked about.

The vineyard.

Your father had a problem
with you working there?

Was part of that problem William?

You and your father argued yesterday.

Do you have any idea what the argument
may have been about?

Well, it wouldn't have been about me.

He knew I was never going to
come and work here.

Might it have been about Diana Carnarvon?

Diana wasn't interested in Dad.

But your dad was interested in Diana.

Dad would never take no for an answer.

He always got what he wanted in the end.

Apparently so.

How's that?

Well, he wanted you to take over
the family business.

And I presume that you are now
the owner and proprietor of the hotel.

Look, I'm not trying to deny it.

Yes, things between Louis and myself
got a little heated.

I'd very much like to know why.

Well, just business.

He offered to buy the vineyard.

Er, but for half of
what the place is actually worth.

Obviously, he'd heard about our recent
problems and decided he could capitalise.

- He thought you were desperate?
- Well, we weren't that desperate.

And for the record I'd just like to say that I was
just as angry as William was when I heard.

I thought Louis was a friend.

He thought a great deal of you, didn't he?

Louis?

I suppose so.

What are you saying?

Did Mr Paynton's feelings towards you
go beyond friendship?

Well, if they did
they weren't reciprocated, I can assure you.

I still think that Jessica's death
is a factor in all this.

Roger Tyler's alibi
wasn't particularly convincing.

But then neither were the Carnarvons'.

Midsomer Vinae is a village
of unreliable witnesses, apparently.

The hit-and-run statements
don't exactly stand up to scrutiny.

If we could rely on the public,
you and I would be out of a job.

The only consistent detail seems to be

a speeding black car
and the untraceable red car.

And without the hotel CCTV, you can
understand Roger Tyler's frustration.

Revenge is a strong motive.

But then so is wounded pride.

- William Carnarvon?
- Mm.

Nadia Simons damaged his reputation
as a vintner.

Louis Paynton tried to kick him
while he was down,

possibly whilst making a play for his wife.

But where does the poisoning fit in?

Would William sabotage his own wine launch?

Why would he guarantee the failure
of his own business?

Come on.

- William.
- Kevin.

I didn't expect you to come in today.

I'm sorry to hear about your dad.

Were you? I know he was trying to
buy the vineyard from under you.

Kevin, that was just business.
I wouldn't wish your dad...

I understand why you told him to stick it.

I know how hard you've worked.

And that's why I want to make you
a better offer.

Listen, I can't touch Dad's money
until all the legal stuff is sorted.

But once it is, I reckon I'll have enough
to keep this place afloat.

What do you think?

I think you're a godsend.

I promise I'll pay you back every penny
with interest.

I'm not suggesting a loan.

I want to be a partner.

I want a say in how this place is run.

You do?

I've learnt so much from you.

Well, why don't you buy yourself
your own vineyard?

This place has been my life for 15 years.

You've been here five minutes and you think
you can run the place better than me.

Like father, like son, eh?

Where is she?

Where's Tina? She should be back by now.
I called the hotel.

- She's not there.
- I know.

Well, where is she?

- Roger.
- She's in Brighton.

On a training course.

- What?
- Come on, sit down.

Paynton had already paid for it,
so I said she could go.

What?

Well, I didn't know. That's a really long way
away. No, I would never have let her go.

And that's why she didn't come to you, Judy.

Look, I know you can't help it.

But if you don't give her some slack,
we're going to lose her.

You do see that, don't you?

That'll be Elspeth.

Of course it is.

Is she here?

No, she's staying away from you.

- I don't believe you. Tell her I'm here.
- There's no point.

Tina! Tina, please!

Go home, Ryan!

There's nothing for you here.

Tina!

Do you want your usual tonight?

- What?
- From the Silver Dragon.

It's my turn to get the Chinese. I thought
I'd do it on the way home. So, usual?

No.

OK, well, I could go to the Raj
if you fancy a curry.

Chicken biryani and a naan?

What about pizza?

OK, great. I'll go to Angelo's.
A medium meat feast, extra olives.

Do you not think it's a little disturbing
you know our takeaway order by heart?

No. Should I?

When was the last time you had a night out?

- Er...
- Other than the pub quiz.

It's the countryside.
There's not much happening.

There's plenty happening.

Right under your nose.

I had a look at Jessica Tyler's post-mortem.

Er... And?

Well, obviously this is just conjecture.

Having said that, looking at the pathology report
in isolation from any of the other evidence,

I'd say Jessica was knocked over
in a low-speed collision.

Primary injuries suggest she wasn't struck
head on, wasn't thrown over the windscreen.

If so, she'd have sustained
consistent secondary injuries.

- You have been listening to what I say.
- Every word.

There are very few secondary injuries.

No embedded gravel or glass.

Very few contusions.

Jessica died from internal injuries.

That's because you're saying
it was a low-speed collision?

Yes.

Witnesses saw a black vehicle
being driven like a racing car.

That might not have been the vehicle
that killed Jessica.

Hi, it's Tina. I'm not here right now.

Please leave a message after the beep.

The least you can do if you're going to
dump me over text is to pick up your ph...

Tina?

Tina?

We need to make sure we rule everything out.

I understand that.

I hope they don't find anything.

Who's with the Tylers?

Keep breathing, long and slow. That's it.

- These the ones?
- I'm going to need two.

No, I don't want them. Not now.

- I need to know what's going on.
- Just do as you're told!

Can't go on like this, Judy.

OK, Judy. Just concentrate on your breathing.

Roger,
why don't you go and put the kettle on?

- Tina...
- I know. I know.

Don't worry, I'm here for you.

I'm always here for you.

They've found something.

We spoke to the hotel in Brighton.
Tina cancelled her training course.

They weren't expecting her.

So where the hell is she?

In the vast majority of cases like this, the missing
person turns up as if nothing had happened.

They've usually gone somewhere
to cool down after an argument.

What, with me?

No. Everything was good between us.

You need to talk to the Carnarvons.

Ryan obviously knows
more about my daughter than I do.

Don't worry.
We'll be finding out what they know as well.

And I'd like to speak with Judy.

I don't want her upset.

- I appreciate that.
- She's been through enough this week.

They're lovely.

Oh, thank you.

They flower all summer if you look after them.

Judy finds her gardening very therapeutic.

Six months ago
we couldn't even get her out here.

And she has you to thank for her progress?

I do what I can.

Sir, can I have a word?

Mrs Tyler, I'm going to
leave PC Florrie here with you.

- She'll let you know of any developments.
- Hi.

They checked the CC TV at Causton Station.

- Tina didn't get on the train.
- Her phone?

Switched off immediately after sending the text.

The company are trying to triangulate the signal
to work out where she was when she sent it.

If she sent it.

- And the car from the black lagoon?
- No number plates.

They're trying to trace
the vehicle identification number.

So we're assuming that this car
is the same car that killed Jessica Tyler?

I can't think of any other reason
to drive it into a pond.

I don't want any details of what we found
at that pond getting back to the Tylers.

- Have you briefed PC Florrie?
- Don't worry. She knows what she's doing.

We were going to get on a flight
to somewhere warm

where we could think, talk,
figure out what we were going to do next.

Ryan, you have to appreciate
how this would have looked.

There've been two murders
and you were just going to disappear.

We didn't have anything to do with that.
It was someone else's trouble

and we were caught in the middle of it.
As usual.

- Selfish, thoughtless...
- Oh, William, please!

He's right.
That boy was going to give up his music.

- He was going to give up on his family.
- Tina's going to be my family!

And I suppose it didn't cross your mind
for a second

that you might be the only one
in a position to help us.

- Help? How?
- He's talking about my trust fund.

- Fine, you can have it.
- Oh, you stupid boy!

Your grandfather left that money for you.

That's enough.

This can be of
no interest to Inspector Barnaby.

I wouldn't say that.

A poisoning, two murders
and now an abduction.

We hope.

Who would take this young woman and why?

Someone wants to split
her and Ryan Carnarvon up.

So both sets of parents have to be in the frame.

Would Roger Tyler kidnap his own daughter?

If he caught wind of their plan.

What if the text was from Tina?

Teenage love. It's a fickle thing.

And Ryan wouldn't take no for an answer?

- Sarge.
- Thank you.

Well, maybe. But do you see him
as the poisoner and the killer as well?

We've been thinking all this is an attack
on the Carnarvons and their business.

Maybe we need to think again.

If this was an attack
on the Carnarvons' business,

whoever did this probably didn't know that
the vineyard applied to the courts for bankruptcy

a month ago.

William Carnarvon doesn't strike me
as a man who wants to go out of business.

The application was turned down.

The court ruled they had enough in assets
to service their debts.

What assets?

The wine.

Which is now worthless
thanks to Nadia Simons.

The plane ticket and the money weren't
paying for a good review from Nadia.

They were to make sure
she gave a terrible review.

Someone was forcing the business
into insolvency.

Whose name is on that bankruptcy application?

Diana Carnarvon.

Things looked grim
when I made the application

but then William
wanted to launch the new wine.

There was a chance.

So you planned a party
and called in Nadia Simons?

She was one of the most
respected wine critics.

No, she wasn't. And you knew it.

You knew that she would say
whatever you wanted for the price.

That's why you used Louis.

He didn't just put her up in the lap of luxury.

I think he bought the plane ticket
and supplied the cash.

- Nadia and Louis used to be close.
- Not as close as you and Louis.

We were never lovers. We never...

Was that going to be his reward
after he bought the vineyard?

How dare you. I love my husband.

Louis thought that he was helping to
save you from bankruptcy.

But he couldn't resist
getting one over on William.

His offer on the vineyard
threatened to ruin your plan.

- You must have been...
- No, wait, wait...

I didn't kill him. I didn't kill anyone.

But you did put your mother in hospital.

I never meant to hurt her.
I never meant to hurt anyone.

It was supposed to make people feel queasy,
no lasting damage.

- Only to your husband's reputation.
- I just needed him to give up.

That vineyard has sucked us dry.

Every penny, every ounce of energy.

It was too late for us but I wasn't going to
let him drag Ryan down as well.

Sir, can I have a word?

We've traced
where Tina's text message was sent from.

The vineyard.

DCI Barnaby.

What year was the car registered
to that owner?

- Did you know?
- Of course not.

But if I had known
I'm not so sure I would have stopped her.

She was doing it for you.

To stop you wasting your life.

Wasting my life on what?

On this place.

This pipe dream.

You're a failure, William.

Everything you've done so far
has been a failure.

And I'm not going to let you
touch Ryan's trust fund.

Not while I'm alive.

Yeah, well, we'll see what my solicitor
has to say about that.

Let's see who he thinks
should be in charge of the family fortunes.

The poisoner, the senile old bat
or the lovesick teenager?

You call me a failure?

I'm still with the family, sir.

Good. I need you to bring Roger and Judy
up to the vineyard.

Well, I'm not sure that's possible.

Judy Tyler is really fragile.

- Is Elspeth Rice still there?
- Yes, sir.

Ask her if she'll help,
in her professional capacity.

Whatever it takes.

Mr Carnarvon,
we need to search your premises.

We have reason to believe that Tina Tyler
was here around the time she disappeared.

- Do you think she's still here?
- Search the outbuildings.

What's this?

Oh, God.

It's locked.

It shouldn't be.

Nelson.

No, no!

What have you done?

Quiet, quiet.

What was that?

For God's sake, get her out of there.

- I've got you. You're all right.
- Come on, love. It's all right.

Right. Mind your head.

Come on, love. Here we go. Up.

I've got her, I've got her.

Come on.

Come on. Are you OK?

How could you?
There's something wrong with your family!

- I could have died down there.
- It's nothing to do with my family.

Well, what am I doing here?

I'd like to know that.

Outside.

Ryan...

Well, what a relief,
getting Tina out and not a moment too soon.

Ingenious place to hide her.

Only someone who worked here
would know it was there.

So the question now is whether to charge you
with abduction or attempted murder?

How was I supposed to know
it was going to be flooded?

I was just trying to help.

Did you do this on your own?

It depends what you mean.

I was asked to help split them up.

- Is she all right?
- Where is she?

This way.

- Tina.
- She's there.

- Tina!
- I'm sorry I lied.

I'll never lie to you again.

I'll never see him ever again.

Tina, please.

You... You did this, you stupid...

I think that's enough, Mr Carnarvon.

Ryan, perhaps you should
take your grandmother outside.

- PC Florrie.
- Come on, let's get you outside.

I had no idea. I'm so sorry.

Well, I hope you're proud of yourself.

You've set Judy back months
by demanding she come here.

Don't you understand how vulnerable she is?

And the Carnarvons
just tried to kill her daughter.

- Now, hold on a minute...
- Haven't you taken enough from us?

Wasn't Jessica enough?

For the last time,
we had nothing to do with the accident.

You were the one who invited Nadia here.

You were the one
filling all the glasses with your wine.

And then you just watched everyone
drive away.

Diana and I were devastated
when we learned what had happened.

Why? Because you knew
you were responsible for a little girl's death

or because you thought
it might be bad for business?

You watched our family go through hell
and you didn't raise a finger to help us.

Can we go now, please?

We don't have to stay here another second.

The Carnarvons are terrible people,
aren't they?

Isn't that obvious?

I certainly understand
why you didn't want your daughter near them?

Just like Kevin understood.

And that's why he kidnapped Tina for you.

He knew you'd do anything
to ensure they split up.

What are you talking about?

Kevin just told me that he came to see you
to tell you Tina and Ryan were an item again.

I didn't ask him to kidnap Tina.

You didn't have to ask him.

You just had to let him see how distraught
you were about the thought of Tina leaving.

You knew that Kevin would then do
exactly what you wanted.

The same with the Farmers' Wives
Association and their campaign.

They wanted to help.

People always do.

People love to root for the underdog.

The victim in the story.

It's not a story.

It's the truth.

I know that you believe that.

Because that's what someone
needed you to believe.

That's enough.

I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't take
my patient out of this stressful environment.

Mr and Mrs Tyler, you should know that
whilst we were looking for your daughter

we found the vehicle that killed Jessica.

Where? Where was it?

In the local pond.

I'm not sure this is the right place
for that sort of news.

- I need to get Judy somewhere safe.
- No, tell me now. Whose car was it?

I had wondered why you were so concerned...
about a pond.

- Judy...
- No.

I'm so sorry.

You?

You killed our daughter?

- It was an accident.
- No.

I'd only bought the car that day.
I was looking for the lights.

She must have stepped out
in front of the car.

- Why are you telling lies?
- You have to believe it was an accident.

No. No, I can't.

Because it wasn't you, it was Nadia.

- Why are you desperate to believe that?
- Because it has to be true.

- Why?
- Because if it's a lie... lie...

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, God.

If it's a lie, you killed two innocent people.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Not you, Mum?

Judy?

It must have been devastating to hear
that Nadia Simons was back in the village.

And then you saw her,
sitting on your daughter's bench, drinking.

Right next to the flowers
that you'd been tending so carefully.

I felt so useless.

Stuck at home.

If I could just get to the bench...

Just a little drive,
look after the plants and then home.

And it got a bit easier every day.

And then I saw her.

Nadia.

And for the first time in years
I didn't feel scared.

I felt angry.

It was like someone turned on the lights
and I knew what had to be done.

So I drove straight at her.

Just like she had driven at my Jessica.

Or so you believed.

Just as you believed that Louis Payton
had been a part of the cover-up.

And that's why you smashed up
the CCTV system at the hotel.

After you killed him.

Why?

For us.

I just wanted to protect you.

Like I should have protected Jessica.

Please. Please tell me
that you understand. Please!

- I do.
- Stay away from her.

- She needs me.
- No.

You need her to need you,
so you don't feel like a monster.

Which is what you are.

Elspeth Rice, I'm arresting you
for causing death by dangerous driving

and perverting the course of justice.

Come with me.

You do not have to say anything but...

Mrs Tyler.

I'm afraid you have to come with me now.

Hey...

- Dad...
- Mm?

- I won't if you don't want me to.
- What?

Go on.

Oh, Ryan.

Young love.

Teenage hormones.

You've got all that to look forward to.

Well, at least I've grown out of them myself.

Wow, we're all here.

- Where's Wonder Woman?
- If you mean Ida, I gave her the evening off.

- How will we manage without her?
- You're going to have to pull your weight.

Sykes needs a walk, Betty will need a bath

and you know she only really likes
bubbles with Daddy.

And dinner won't cook itself.

I see.

- Are you joining us, Charlie?
- A previous engagement.

And it's not the pub quiz.

Hey.

How are you?

So?

Cheers.

Oh, baby.

Oh, come on.

Look, aw...

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