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Stop! Please, the...

Please, stop. This is crazy.

- Say it! You killed my sister! - No! I am innocent.

- The truth, Toby. That's all we want. - Harry!

- Say it, Toby. "I killed Viola." - No!

Georgie, you... you have to believe me.

- Say it! - Mimi...

We've been married for years. You...

You know that I'd never hurt anyone.

Tell them, please.

If he won't confess, just set the dogs on him.

No! No, no!

Ooh!

Paddy, what's got into you?

Well, I think he can smell your lunch.

Mm?

Here.

Oh!

Oh, that's, er... very green.

I hope you got his number plate.

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Men! Men!

Men! Men!

Men! Men!

- Men! - Good morning.

- Men! - Morning.

- Cooper. - Harry.

- Have you been smoking? - Yes.

Smoking as in smoking hot.

Men! Men!

Men! Men!

Won't you ever listen?

When you've been given a second chance... you take it.

And then it takes you! Oh...

Yeah.

Oh... Your scar is knitting together nicely.

- Yeah, it is, isn't it? - Men! Men!

Men! Men! Men! Men!

Wow, back off, Mimi!

What's the matter, Rueben? Can't take a little extra thrust?

Oh, Uncle... Can you check this over?

It's the insurance policy for our new member.

New member? Ha... Is it a she, and is she gorgeous?

No-one told me about a new member.

Everyone, I'd like to introduce our latest recruit.

- Get him out of here! - What on earth were you thinking?!

- All right, everyone, just calm down. - Calm down?!

- I'll kill him! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

There's no need for this, not any more.

- Rueben! - Just put the stick down, Georgie.

I know this is hard, but we'll talk later, OK? I promise.

Toby is not what you think he is.

- Alberta, please... - Of all the things you could do to me!

I tried to warn him.

And you still went along with it?

- Seriously? - Don't bother answering that question.

You're no longer managing the club. I'm sacking you.

Wait, you can't do that! I've got ideas, plans.

That's exactly why I'm sacking you.

I need somebody I can trust!

Mother!

Of course, yes, clear.

OK.

Yeah.

OK. I'll see you soon. Yeah.

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Argh! Oh!

Argh!

Argh!

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Fleur?

Judging from the rigor mortis, he's been here all night.

Do we know who he is yet?

Rueben Tooms, 68 years young.

- What's that? - A shinai stick.

With modifications.

They use it in kendo.

I once shacked up with a local champion.

When in Japan...

CCTV?

Sadly, Big Brother wasn't watching.

They also found this mobile phone.

I'll get onto the service provider, see what it throws up.

Also find out who practices kendo around here.

I'll go and speak to the victim's relatives.

Arigato. Ogenki de.

Agh!

I'd had an early night.

I didn't realise Rueben hadn't come back.

Not even when you woke up this morning?

Rueben has...

... had... insomnia since his operation.

He didn't want to keep disturbing me,

so he moved into a spare room.

Oh, God, has Gideon been told?

- Gideon? - Our son.

- Sorry, sir, you can't... - Alberta, I've just heard.

- And you are? - Harry Marx. Solicitor.

I am not going to allow you to go through this on your own.

Save it, Harry.

We both know you need the work.

Mrs Tooms, do you know if your husband

had made any enemies recently,

perhaps upset someone, had an argument with them?

I nursed Rueben back to health after his heart bypass.

Day and night, I prayed for him.

I did everything I could, and now, someone...

does this to him.

Why are you still here?

- Problem, sir? - It can wait.

- For now. - I've got a lead on the kendo.

Apparently, it might belong to a club called The Stitcher Society.

They meet here on the estate in a lodge owned by the victim.

There's definitely one missing.

I'm sorry to have to do this now, Mr Tooms.

Of course. I want to help any way I can.

Who has keys to this building?

Doesn't matter, it's never locked.

So you're a... martial arts club, then, are you?

Er, kendo is just a small part of our rehab programme.

- Rehab? - The Stitcher Society.

That was my father's idea.

He felt there was a shortfall in post-operative care

- for heart patients. - And that care involves

bashing each other with bits of wood, does it?

Yeah, well, we also arrange lectures,

counselling, health and fitness,

and, more importantly, new challenges.

Anything that'll ignite a passion for life again.

The trauma of an operation can leave the heart patient

very depressed and...

pretty lost after... I'm... I'm sorry.

I can't take this in. My... my father was standing right where you are.

Yeah, Mr Tooms, do you know if your father had upset anyone recently?

Not recently, no.

Miss Marx?

Well, er... there was a bit of a flare-up yesterday.

Yeah, sorry. I'm... I'm not thinking straight.

My father stepped in to defend our newest member, Toby Wagner.

Defend him from who?

The club members.

They were furious.

I think we'd better have a list of their names.

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God...

You need to stay calm while we think this through.

How can I? Rueben was my only ally.

And we can use that by making sure that

everyone knows that he was on your side.

Of the ten worst ideas I ever had,

moving back to Tamworth Springs rockets in at number one. Cheers.

- Toby, please. It'll be OK. - OK?

OK?!

You weren't at the club yesterday.

I don't think anyone is ready to forgive him.

Forgive me for what? I haven't done anything!

Is that right?

And the minute you turn up,

another person dies. Large Scotch, please, Julia.

In memory of Rueben.

Just pour it, Julia.

You'll be glad of the business once word gets out your brother's back.

And you can forget about joining the club

now that Rueben is no longer here to stick up for you.

Cooper Steinem?

Try again.

The clue's in the accent.

- Mimi Dagmar? - Ha! Hilarious!

Huh...

In that case, you must be their employee and lodger, Mack Mclnally.

Bingo.

Can you tell me about the flare-up at the club yesterday?

It was a bit more than a flare-up.

Wee Georgie, she threatened to muller Georgie.

Georgie Tremayne?

Toby was lucky Rueben stepped in. Could've been a bloodbath.

Well, how was it resolved?

Well, who says it was?

Rueben asked Georgie to meet him. Now he's dead.

Makes you think, eh?

I just saw red. I wasn't really gonna hit Toby.

We're not here about that, Miss Tremayne.

We're here about Rueben Tooms.

We heard that you were planning to meet with him last night.

Sometime between the kendo class and when he was murdered.

I did meet him.

But I definitely wasn't the last person he saw.

And you know this because... ?

Well, that would have been his killer, obviously.

And what did you and Rueben talk about?

Oh... He wanted to put my mind at ease

about Toby Wagner joining the club, which he did,

and then I came straight home afterwards.

Tell me, what did Toby do to make himself

so unpopular in the first place?

I run the local paper.

"Toby Wagner arrested in connection with brutal murder"?

You didn't hold back in naming and shaming him, then?

That's Viola. Alberta Tooms' sister.

Murdered in cold blood for absolutely no reason.

And all the evidence pointed towards Toby.

It says here the case was thrown out of court and Toby walked free?

Harry Marx screwed up in court.

The defence destroyed his credibility as a key witness,

and the rest of the case disintegrated, and I was...

- furious. - And yet you publicly hounded Toby regardless?

I couldn't bear see him strolling around the village. No-one could.

It didn't take much to whip them into a frenzy...

until he had no choice but to leave.

And now...

... according to Rueben...

... I've been wrong all this time.

And Rueben had definite proof of this?

He said another witness had been found,

putting Toby elsewhere at the time of Viola's murder.

I don't know how, and I don't know when, but...

he assured me he was going to tell everyone.

Hm. I know that woman.

That's Toby's ex. Mimi Dagmar.

Or Wagner, as she was then.

Actually...

Miss Tremayne?

It's probably nothing.

But she's been pretty angry at Rueben lately.

To be honest, she looked like she was gonna kill him yesterday.

Send for the case file on Toby Wagner.

I'd like to know how he walked free in spite of the evidence.

And, erm, dig into Georgie Tremayne.

Let's see what sort of a history she had with Rueben Tooms.

What about Alberta Tooms, sir?

Rueben did step in to defend her sister's killer.

She might not be too happy about that.

Alleged killer, but good thinking, Winter.

You know how I know it's good thinking?

Because I was thinking the same.

Mrs Dagmar?

Oh, wait, don't tell me: it's Mr Barnaby, isn't it?

Oh! What a lovely surprise!

Are you and Sally still in that house I sold you?

Indeed we are, and it's, erm, Sarah.

Anyway, erm, I'm here to ask you about...

Still shackled together, then?

Erm, Mrs Dagmar, I'm here on official police business.

Oh! In that case, I'm... all ears,

all eyes and all the rest of me.

Hm. Tell me about, erm, Rueben Tooms.

Only, a witness told us that you looked like

you wanted to kill him during your kendo class.

Well, isn't that the whole point? To kill one's opponent?

I mean, not literally, of course.

Are you denying there was enmity between you and Rueben?

Cards on the table: his wife, Alberta,

has been a very good friend to me through all my ups and downs, and...

I had the overwhelming sense that he was...

playing away, so I was just a teensy little bit angry with him,

but only on behalf of Alberta.

Could the other woman be Georgie Tremayne?

We know that she met with Rueben last night.

They did meet, then.

She's so...

lost and vague these days.

I mean, come on, have you met her?

She's all... smocks and sandals.

Hardly going to catch anyone's eye.

Did you know that Toby Wagner, your ex-husband,

was coming back to the village?

He wouldn't be here if I had.

You still believe that he killed Viola Deepdale, then?

I married a wrong'un, Mr Barnaby.

I just didn't realise it until it was too late.

Now, please do remember me to, er, Sandra.

Now, this is the beating heart of The Stitcher Society.

It's where the idea was born, Jocasta.

And you think there could be one of these in every town and village?

Easily. A surgeon might mend people physically,

but it's what happens afterwards,

that's where the healing really begins.

It all sounds... well and good,

but are there honestly that many heart patients?

Definitely, if Tamworth Springs is anything to go by.

Trust me. Coronary disease is a gold mine.

I mean, we've had a revolving door of members for several years now.

All I need are the funds to get as many Stitcher Societies

up and running as possible.

Premises, private nurses, money for confidence-building activities.

People will pay a fortune for that.

There's no lonelier person in the world

than a patient with fears no-one else understands.

Mm... Well, as I said, I like it in principle,

but I would need to see first-hand how it works.

Absolutely. Let's... Let's get you down to our next class or outing.

Meet a few members. I can arrange that.

Oh... Text me a date and time, and I'll pop along.

Thanks for the tour. It was lovely to meet you, Mrs Tooms.

I'm... I'm sorry. I know how hard that must have been.

I see you've reinstated yourself.

Mother, all you need to know is, I'm gonna make a great job of this.

Only after you apologise for Toby.

I couldn't be more sorry.

Really and truly, but

Father insisted he was innocent, said we'd all

find out soon enough, and I...

What?

I suppose I thought the more people in the club,

the more impressed Jocasta would be.

If you weren't my son,

you'd disgust me.

I'll get rid of Toby. I will.

You can consider him gone.

- And Georgie? - What about her?

If your father changed her mind about Toby,

we'll never hear the end of it.

She could turn everyone else.

Fair enough. She's gone, too.

But if I do that, where does that leave me and you?

Are we gonna be all right?

We'll be just fine.

Like always.

Can't blame them.

People are in shock over Rueben.

Probably not up to a pub quiz.

Get wise. We've been blacklisted.

It was insanity, bringing Toby back here.

Dear me.

Oh, chin up, Julia!

I'm here to offer you a little bowl of hopefulness.

Only, I may have a buyer for your... delightful pub.

You are outrageous. Just get out!

Ooh, pub quiz!

Question one, economics.

A man owns a pub and can make a small profit

if he sells immediately.

Now, does he, A, say no, because his wife tells him to,

B, stall and lose the buyer,

or C, does he save himself from a second stress-related heart attack

after his business goes into receivership?

As soon as people accept that Toby is innocent...

... they'll be back here drinking again.

My brother is not and never was a killer.

You know the truth of all this, Cooper?

It's only going to get worse from here on in.

Yeah, I don't blame you, mate.

Mm... Starters?

- What's the occasion? - It's mains, darling.

Betty's class are having a health awareness week,

- and we've decided to support her. - I don't remember agreeing to that.

Well, that happened when you said "I do"?

Oh.

Are you happy that we moved to this house?

Well, yes, of course. Why do you ask?

No reason.

The truth, Toby, that's all we want!

- Say it! - You killed my sister!

- No! - Say it!

Turn them loose!

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Can you tell me where you were

on the night Rueben Tooms was murdered?

I thought you were here about the message on the wall?

Oh... I am.

So, where were you, Mr Wagner?

It's a quaint village, don't you think?

Mm.

You look out...

... probably wouldn't want to live anywhere else.

Lock the door. Lock the door!

- What's happened? - They tried to kill me!

- Who did? What are you talking about? - Mimi, Harry, Georgie.

You've got to get me out of here right now.

Toby, just slow down.

No, no, no, there's no time! They could come here.

They might even hurt you.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna need your car keys.

As soon as I'm far enough away,

- I'll call and let you know where I left... - No, you can't run.

- You're innocent. The court set you free! - But I'm not, am I? Not to them.

- How long will you be gone? - Er...

No. I'm gonna call the police. Th... They'll protect you.

I hate it, too, but...

this is the best option, for both our sakes.

I love you, sis...

... but you can't protect me.

Keys.

Oh!

I was a free man.

Exonerated.

But that mob, thanks to Georgie's newspaper,

they decided I was guilty regardless.

You didn't report the "mob"?

Georgie made sure that I was hated by the entire village.

No-one would have backed me up.

Yet you're back here now?

Rueben came to visit me after my heart attack.

He said he had proof of my innocence

and that he was gonna make things right.

I... I couldn't believe it, but he was adamant.

Said that...

he hopes that I'd be able to forgive him and the others, so...

I pitched up, and...

and nothing changed.

He hadn't even told them that I was coming.

It was like walking into a lion's den.

Have you arrested anyone yet?

- Someone broke into our apartment. - It's Mrs Steinem, isn't it?

Can you account for your brother's whereabouts

on the night Rueben was killed?

What are you talking about?

He... He wouldn't attack Rueben. Why would he?

All the same, Mrs Steinman.

Well, he was here.

- All night? - Yes.

I was with him.

Well, rest assured, we'll, er... look into the break-in.

Thank you.

Make sure you stick to our story. You were here all night.

I'm sorry. For a moment, I thought you said "zipper".

I did.

It's how surgeons describe the heart bypass scar.

Looks like a zip. What they do is...

break open the sternum and then slice

all the way down to a few inches above the belly button.

If you're ever having a Sunday roast,

make sure you invite a surgeon.

They do a cracking job on your chicken.

Who would know he had that scar?

His surgeon, obviously. Nurse.

Or a member of The Stitcher Society.

I want everything you can find on Rueben Tooms,

including whatever evidence he had

that proved Toby Wagner's innocence.

I'll start with his wife.

How's your eyesight, Mr Marx?

Why? Are you moonlighting as an optician now?

You almost ran over my dog.

What dog?

I think you've got the wrong man, Chief Inspector.

Hope you don't make a habit of doing that.

Sorry, just a couple of things, Mrs Tooms.

How did you feel about Toby Wagner joining The Stitcher Society?

Honestly? Volcanic.

And when you and your husband returned home after the kendo class?

I was still volcanic. I'm not going to hide that.

I was furious with him.

But please be aware that, when you're married to someone

with a damaged heart, you tend not to yell at them or upset them.

You're scared stiff it might bring on another attack.

So whatever anger or rage I was feeling, it never surfaced.

I merely went to my room.

Hm. Your husband told Georgie that he had proof of Toby's innocence.

Interestingly, he didn't tell you that.

We didn't talk for the rest of the evening.

One more thing, Mrs Tooms.

Were you alone the night your husband was murdered?

Yes.

Yes, I was, but I didn't leave the house.

And for what it's worth, I loved my husband very much.

He may have done a very silly, stupid thing,

but it was nothing that 40 years of a very solid,

very loving marriage wouldn't fix.

Training alone?

Mimi had to take a quick call from one of her clients.

I am really sorry about your father, Gideon.

Erm... thank you.

But listen, your subs are overdue,

- for this month and last. - I apologise.

It's just a cash flow thing. It'll sort itself out.

I'm sorry to do this, Georgie, but you're out of the club.

You can't do that. I'd be lost without it.

I hear you... I do, but it's...

- it's not really fair on the others, is it? - You are not throwing me out, Gideon.

I think I just have.

I am running things now, after all.

Then perhaps I'd better tell the police

your father and I didn't just talk about Toby when we met.

Rueben was really angry.

He said he'd sacked you,

and the next thing I know, he's dead.

Anyone else hear him say that?

Close the door on your way out.

Right. That's it.

All done. So, how am I? Still breathing?

Still here?

Er, yes, you are, but...

Don't give me a "but". Anything but a "but".

I got your echocardiogram results.

I'm sorry, Georgie, but they've found an anomaly.

- Oh, God... - Your surgeon is recommending a second operation.

I can't face another op, Erika.

But it's not gonna be anything you haven't experienced before.

And the club will rally round to you.

I doubt that.

I can't pay the fees, so Gideon kicked me out.

What?

He's supposed to be carrying on Rueben's legacy.

Even after Rueben fired him?

I didn't know he had.

Rueben told me the night he died.

Apparently... it didn't go down too well.

You should start looking after your own heart.

Oh, mine's fine.

I mean in regard... to Gideon.

Stop.

We're very happy. Thank you.

OK. I'll see you later.

- All right. Thank you. - Yeah.

Hello?

- Hello, Harry? - Yes?

- I need to come and see you. - OK.

As soon as possible, please.

OK, thank you.

Thank you, sir.

So, SOCO found this in the pages of a book in Rueben's bedroom.

It's, er... It's an agreement with a letting agency.

He was due to move into a new flat next month.

- Anyone else's name on the lease? - Just Rueben's.

Who was handling the letting agreement?

- That'd be Dagmar & Deepdale. - Mimi's agency.

Indeed it is, sir.

You just can't stay away.

Susan'll be wondering what you're really up to.

It's Sarah.

So, this is how you knew about Rueben's affair.

My bad. Should have said.

Only, he swore me to secrecy.

Even though Alberta is one of your best friends?

- Don't you think I told him that? - Yet still you helped him.

Well... what can I say? He was... emotional.

And...

... I have a big heart.

Please.

Ooh!

Sorry. I wondered where that had got to.

Do you know, you are sitting precisely...

five feet and eight inches from me?

Make that...

four feet... and nine inches.

You mentioned that Rueben was emotional.

He was... very upset.

He said that the murder of Viola had changed Alberta irrevocably,

she couldn't get over it and it was dominating their lives.

And, sadly...

very sadly...

40 years of happiness just... slipped slowly away.

Who was Rueben moving in with?

Oh... He refused to tell me.

Was it you, Mimi?

Are you the other woman?

Would you like me to be?

Now, I feel a bit feel weird. Hands in, out?

No, out.

- Hang on. - What? Really?

- Yeah. - Ah...

- And stop with the pouting. - Pouting's what they all do.

Oh...

Well...

Let's hope there's a fish fancier out there, eh?

It's all right. It's good.

Well, I didn't come here to save your love life.

Came here to save my...

Just between you and I...

... how can I sell the pub without Julia finding out?

You're not serious?

As a heart attack.

I thought Julia was your "everything"?

- She is. - Well, she won't be for much longer. Hm?

Well, can you help me or not?

Mimi's found a buyer, and they're in a hurry.

You're using Mimi's estate agency?

I mean, could you make it any worse?

Julia loathes her, and Mimi was there that night,

threatening to feed Toby to the dogs.

Yes, and that's why we're doing it on the sly.

And now Toby's back, things are going to go to the wall, Harry.

Well, get rid of Toby.

Don't you think I haven't thought of that already?

Well, think harder.

It's all about re-educating your palate.

Do you remember the woman that sold this house to us?

Well, as if you don't!

She was practically moving herself in with you.

Gigi something.

Mimi.

OK, so, first, you ask if I like this house,

and then Mimi crops up.

What's going on?

Well, she's part of this case that I'm working on.

Oh.

Well, all the more reason for you to focus on your, er...

healthy eating.

Eat your celery.

Well, that's the last time I go to a gym.

You go to the gym?

We need to find out who knew Georgie was here last night.

- There's a rota inside, sir. - Save your quads.

Everyone trains with at least one partner.

But, according to the rota, Georgie was here on her own.

I should be on double bubble for this.

I just heard. I can't believe it.

Tell me, Erika, who writes up the fitness rota?

I do. Why?

Georgie was training on her own last night.

I was under the impression that the club was created

- to teach heart attack victims... - They're survivors.

We don't... we don't use the "V" word.

... that there is support for them at all times.

I know how it looks.

But Gideon had thrown Georgie out the club

so I thought I'd make a stand and show him

she was still very much a part of things.

It was the last available slot.

What did Gideon have against Georgie?

She couldn't pay her subs.

So much for helping people.

Yeah. He shouldn't even be in charge.

Georgie told me that Rueben sacked Gideon

just before he was killed.

They're gonna come here,

- and they're gonna blame me for Georgie. - No-one's gonna do that.

Aren't they? She publicly hounded him!

Made his life hell.

Who else are they gonna think killed her?

Well, he's innocent, and there's proof.

We just need to find it.

That's the problem, Julia.

No-one's ever truly innocent, are they?

- What does that mean? - It's a good question.

I'm not sure I know any more.

Cooper?!

Mack...

I'm really sorry, but we're gonna have to let you go.

Why? Uh... what have I done?

Oh, it's nothing personal. It's just...

... Mimi has found a buyer, and they want a quick sale.

Oh. Well...

I guess there's no ogling without me.

There is one tiny little hitch, though.

I haven't told Julia yet.

- She'll brain you. - I could live with that.

Pff, assuming you get the chance to.

Yeah, I'm still waiting on the results from the paint test.

Yeah, if you could. Thank you.

Anything back on Toby Wagner's trial?

Nothing new yet, sir.

I was thinking, what if Toby was a killer then

and is still a killer now,

and he came back to settle a score with the people that hounded him?

Trouble is, Georgie and Rueben were seemingly on his side.

They wanted him back in the village.

Well, it's something that the victims have in common.

Is that all they have in common?

Rueben stood in the way of his son Gideon's plans for expansion,

but where does Georgie fit into that?

Well, we know that Rueben had a secret lover,

and Alberta told me that he made a silly mistake,

which I just assumed she meant

letting Toby back into the club, but

maybe Mimi isn't the only one

that thinks Rueben's having an affair.

This is deeply unfair of you, Mr Barnaby,

to march in here and to accuse my husband of infidelity.

Rueben had a rental agreement.

- Absolute nonsense! - You claimed yours was a loving marriage.

- That wasn't a claim! - All the same...

we believe that Rueben had met someone else.

Look, I admit, we had a few bumps in the road,

especially after Viola was murdered,

but not enough to warrant his running off with someone else.

- Was Georgie Tremayne the other woman? - Georgie?!

Dear Lord.

You already knew that Rueben was going to meet her

on the night he was killed.

Georgie and Viola were lovers, Detective.

So there is very little chance that she and my husband

were having an affair.

I'd like you both to leave, please.

Ah... here she is.

Erika Marx. Medicine woman.

Hey... how are you doing?

How do you think?

Ask a stupid question...

I liked Georgie.

Do you wanna talk about it?

I'm just... here to get drunk.

Well, that's also my kind of talk.

You still haven't let me give you a proper health check.

Ach... You know what my answer's gonna be.

And I don't want anyone else dying because I didn't do my job properly.

Aye.

You look like you need a friend.

That's a bit quick, isn't it?

I bet the heating's not even been turned off yet.

Mrs Dagmar.

Mr Barnaby.

You're handling the sale of Georgie's cottage?

That's somewhat swift. She only died last night.

Are you thinking of making an offer?

- What would this go for? - Oh, let me see.

Oozes charm and character.

Deceptive frontage, yet dynamic interior.

Worth a small fortune, I'd say.

Sounds like there's a windfall coming your way.

Tell me, Mr Barnaby...

why is my ex-husband still walking around?

It's just two people have died since he came back,

and yet here you are, asking me about house prices.

If you'd like to do some good,

perhaps a little police protection wouldn't go amiss.

That man's going to end up running someone over.

Want me to have a word, sir?

Confiscate his licence while you're at it.

Mr Marx!

Have you got a minute, Mr Marx?

- Where did you say you live? - Oh, just up the hill.

Look, you could just give me my keys back, you know.

Oh, that would be a dereliction of duty, Mr Marx.

Dangerous driving. You could do time for that.

Sounds tempting.

Probably have more friends.

You don't fancy a pint, do you?

In you come.

What's this? Are you leaving?

Cooper can't afford to keep me on.

I thought I'd shoot a few clay pigeons and then be on my way.

Have a seat.

Yeah, it's clean.

Oh.

Slainte.

Cheers.

Well, you'd better strip off now then.

In the name of medicine.

An MOT before you check out.

It's Stitcher Society rules.

I've got to make sure you're not falling apart at the seams.

- Literally. - I have a sewing machine for that.

Can I trust you, Mack?

Of course.

Why? What is it?

Rueben and Georgie are dead...

... and all Gideon can think about is building an empire.

I've seen him cry.

I've seen him look upset,

but the truth is...

... I don't believe any of it.

It's all an act, Mack.

And it scares me.

Wait...

You think Gideon killed both of them?

Mother got inspired.

My father used to take us up to Scotland for the Glorious Twelfth.

Admittedly, this is slightly different,

but it'll still get the blood pumping.

Next week, we'll have them fire walking.

Well, this is rather more ambitious than I imagined.

- In a good way? - In a very good way.

I want to have a go myself.

And you won't be alone in that.

Oh...

Oh, sorry. I need to be somewhere.

But, look, I am going to push hard on this.

Though I'd have to insist on a makeover.

"The Stitcher Society"

sounds like it's about old ladies embroidering hankies.

So, how about... Blood Pumpers Limited?

Be... Because that's what I'm feeling here.

Well, have a think, OK? Hm, get the blood pumping.

See you in a bit.

It's happening, Mother.

It's really happening.

"Blood Pumpers"?

Your father would have hated that.

Another club event?

Got to keep the tickers ticking.

Even though two of your members have died?

It's not down to me, Chief Inspector, it really isn't.

I'd soon as cancel everything, but my investor insisted

- on seeing the club in action. - Your investor?

It was my father's dream.

To reach out to as many damaged hearts as possible.

Start again.

- Sorry? - I know your father sacked you

and that you now stand to benefit from his death.

Why did he sack you, Gideon?

He found out I was trying to sell the format of The Stitcher Society.

I'd found an investor. She... She'd shown a lot of interest.

And Georgie Tremayne?

You threw her out of your club,

- so what had she clone to upset you? - I didn't kill her.

If anything, I was gonna reinstate her.

I mean, think about it. The more members there are,

the more the club looks like a viable proposition.

You won't believe this, sir, but

Harry Marx just told me that Georgie went to him yesterday

and changed her will.

He didn't think to come to us as soon as he knew she'd been murdered?

He's stoned 24-7. I'm surprised he even remembered this.

Well, who's the beneficiary?

It's the newest member of the club. One Toby Wagner.

Mr Wagner?

I don't know what to say.

You weren't aware that Georgie had made you her sole beneficiary?

- No, I swear. - He didn't know about the will.

How... How could he?

Harry is hardly going to call Toby.

I know that you and Harry Marx are good friends, Mr Steinem.

You know that doesn't mean he owns this filing cabinet

and he invites me to have a rummage.

Hm. Let's hope not.

Jules...

- I swear I never knew about this. - I guess you can move out now?

He's not going anywhere.

You can't deny a man a home.

Come to think of it, it's really good news.

The village is starting to accept him.

Maybe he won't need you as much, Julia.

One thing I don't understand is,

that mob had Toby Wagner,

the most hated man in the village, at its mercy,

- and yet they did nothing. - Not everyone's a killer, sir.

Well, all the same, they had dogs, he'd hurt his leg,

and yet still, he managed to escape and get to his sister's pub.

And I'd like to know how he managed to do that.

Tell me about that night on the village green.

Which one? I've had many nights out on the green.

This one involves dogs and an angry mob.

I didn't know I could feel that murderous.

- No! - Turn them loose!

Mimi, for the love of God!

- Dinner time, boys! - Just... Just... Just wait.

This is crazy! I am innocent.

OK, OK, please, just... just... just wait.

Get out of here! Get out of here, Toby, go on!

- Rueben! - What are you doing?

- Rueben, he was about to confess! - Go!

- He killed Viola! - Look at us, Alberta.

We are not these people. None of us are.

And Viola wouldn't want this. She'd be horrified.

We weren't really going to set the dogs on him.

We just wanted to scare him into confessing.

But then Rueben stepped in and prevented that from happening.

- That must have hurt, Mrs Tooms. - Horribly.

I'd never felt so betrayed.

But then, later,

when Rueben had his heart attack, I was there for him.

I couldn't not be.

Every day, every minute.

And you did all that just for another woman

to come along and take him from you?

We were making things work.

Caring for him had brought has back together.

Until he stopped believing that Toby was guilty.

Ancl worse, started convincing people like Georgie.

Toby Wagner bludgeoned my sister to death in cold blood.

He lured her to a house he told her he wanted to buy.

She turned up to show him around, and he killed her.

That is the only truth of this.

- What the hell? - Oh, gosh!

Er... so sorry. Erm,

Cooper said to do this when Julia wasn't here, but I...

- I can come back later. - Yeah.

- Maybe you should. - Yeah...

Oh... by the way, you can't tell Julia that I was here.

This village.

Jam-packed with secrets.

Not to mention a killer. I mean...

I can't believe that Toby hasn't been arrested yet.

Maybe you've got it wrong, Mimi.

Could be someone else.

Could be me.

You're not funny, Mack.

Why don't you jog on back to your wee estate agency?

Sell a few houses, this pub.

Whatever keeps you in pearls and perfume.

Mimi?

You forgot this.

Oh...

Sir... finally got the report back on Rueben's phone.

- It went to the wrong department. - Hm.

What can you see, Winter?

The village?

From this specific vantage point.

Erm...

Harry's office...

... and the estate agents, Georgie's cottage...

... and the pub.

Yes. The pub.

That's exactly what I can see.

Good. 'Cos we need to go back there.

Your mobile number was called on this phone

on the night Rueben Tooms died.

The history of the call was erased from the phone's log, but

it still showed up in the service provider's automated records.

- So... ? - The phone belonged to Rueben.

Is there anything you'd like to tell us, Julia?

Only that Rueben Tooms would never have any reason to call me.

Well, he was about to move into a rented flat with someone.

- A woman. - His lover.

I loathed Rueben.

You know what he did to my brother.

Him and all those other savages.

Except they didn't actually do anything to Toby.

Because Rueben stepped in.

Anyway, I would never have answered the phone.

Not to a number I didn't know.

Hm. That's odd, because the call lasted 18-and-a-half minutes.

Mrs Steinem?

You're looking in the wrong place.

Maybe someone else picked up my phone and spoke to him.

It certainly wasn't me.

I swear.

I heard everything.

They're clutching at straws.

- You and Rueben... were running away together. - Not now, Cooper.

What about me, Julia?

Hm? You're gonna leave me here to die, like this pub?

Well, it's a good job I'm selling it.

- You're what? You can't! How dare you?! - Wait. No, please, listen.

I'm doing this for us.

I didn't nearly die on an operating table just to have you walk away.

I got through that not for me, for you.

For you, Julia.

And I want us to move on. Up sticks.

And get away from everything, including Toby.

Coop, we're done.

It's finished.

The only reason that I am still here with you

is because Rueben's dead.

You all right?

- Fancy watching a matinée with me? - What?

You've got a starring role.

- Ah... That doesn't look good, does it? - How... ?

What? I didn't kill Rueben.

Talking of whom, you know, he owes me a fair amount of moolah.

I mean, obviously, he can't stump up,

but I thought, well, you could do it on his behalf.

Owes you? For what?

Proving that your brother is innocent.

- You've got the proof? - Eh! Money first.

- Oh, I need to know. - And, if you pay me extra,

I can make this little film disappear.

You know we're broke.

You won't be when Cooper sells up.

How do you know about that?

This is all you need to worry about the now.

What?

Oh... That's outrageous.

So's what's on this film.

Wha... ?

Rules are there for a reason, Harry.

Leave your gun uncocked until you're in a designated shooting area.

I thought I told you to get rid of Toby Wagner.

I will, I promise.

Ladies and gentlemen,

today is all about targets.

The things you think have drifted out of reach.

That you'll never be able to grab for again.

Well, none of that is true.

You are all highly capable people.

You'll see that I've put your names on the guns

solely because I what you to pick up that weapon and become its master.

Or mistress.

You need to take control of all the things that scare or unsettle you,

and you need to do it now.

Right. Let's get this shooting party started.

Yes! Come on, Coop.

- Barnaby? - He's in the canteen.

Something about "murdering a sausage roll".

We found several sets of fingerprints in the lodge,

none that shouldn't have been there.

- So? - Drum roll, please.

I ran them anyway, and one set showed up on the police database.

The prints belong to Mack Mclnally.

The Scotsman?

Ugh... I knew it.

That's the same paint that Mack was using when I interviewed him.

Mack threatened Toby?

He's a bag of tricks.

Turns out he's also a private investigator.

Oh.

Which begs the question as to why he joined The Stitcher Society.

Was it for health or business?

Mack's got a room at the Steinems' pub.

Get a team round there, see what you can dig up

whilst I take in a spot of, er, clay pigeon shooting.

Sir?

Apparently, it's good for the heart.

Cooper, you're up first.

Me?

- Aye, you big Southern jessie. - Hey, less of the "Southern", you!

Right, I might need to, er...

do some... deep breathing.

Mmmmmmm.

Oh, for God's sake.

And by the way, you don't belong here.

Mother?

Pull!

Good shot.

Take note.

Er... great stuff, Mother. Leading the way, as usual.

Mack, why don't you see if you can follow that?

And, obviously, stick to the safety guidelines.

This is for Culloden.

Remember, eyes on the target, Mack.

Never anywhere but...

Pull!

Oh!

Good.

Pull!

Oh!

Good for the heart, you see.

I take it the shotgun was tampered with?

It's easier than you might imagine.

Thin strips of cloth used to jam the barrel.

The shell had nowhere else to go but backwards.

All but guaranteed to remove someone's face.

I'm amazed no-one saw it being tampered with.

Humans, Barnaby.

If they can find a way, they will.

And, of course, now, I can answer your earlier question.

He doesn't have a zipper scar, does he?

He was here on business.

Probably working undercover.

Did I say, "Class dismissed"?

These are bar towels.

From a pub.

Rueben is killed, which means Gideon can go ahead

and build his Stitcher Society empire.

Georgie's death means Toby inherits a cottage, and...

Mack was killed because...

What?

He found a witness who proved Toby's innocence?

But who is this witness, sir?

I mean, so far, there's no evidence of one anywhere. No name, nothing.

No sign of forced entry.

The door was unlocked when we got there.

No self-respecting PI

is going to go out and leave his door unlocked,

especially not if he's undercover and hiding who knows what.

You think someone had a spare set of keys?

Let's ask the landlord, shall we?

Mm!

Mrs Steinem.

If you don't mind?

I-It's not... It's not mine, I swear.

I'll get Tech onto it.

All roads keep leading back to this very point.

Don't they, Julia?

- No! - Turn them loose!

- Dinner time, boys! - OK, OK, please, just... just... just wait.

The mob was about to scare a confession out of Toby.

But then Rueben steps in.

Get out of here, go on, just get out of here!

Toby managed to get away,

but he wasn't your only visitor that night, was he?

Julia.

How long had your affair with Rueben been going on?"

I'm so sorry.

For a while. But it ended

when my brother was arrested for killing Viola.

Despite the trial collapsing,

Rueben just couldn't accept that Toby was innocent.

So... we fell apart.

How dare you come here? You're one of them.

No, I swear I went along with it to try and save Toby.

- You need to leave. - Julia, please.

I know what I want now, and it's you.

I want you.

I told him to leave.

That all I wanted was for my brother to be able to live peacefully

in our village without accusations and threats.

So Rueben decided to prove Toby's innocence?

It took a few years... a few false starts.

Plus, he had to do it all behind his wife's back.

But, a few months ago, he...

said that he'd found someone who could help.

That they were confident that they could find unequivocal proof.

So Rueben and I started making plans to be together.

The night that Toby escaped from the mob...

... were you alone in the pub?

Er... no.

They were your dogs, Reuben...

Cooper was upstairs.

Though he'd sleep through a hurricane.

He was absolutely petrified!

Yeah, no, I can take it from here. Thanks.

So, this is linked to a specific Wi-Fi configuration.

It's... It's transmitting to a laptop or a PC.

- Can you locate it? - Thanks to Tech, I can.

Oh... That's...

Wait here, Mrs Steinem.

We'll take that, if you don't mind.

I'd also like you to explain

what you're doing with a murdered man's laptop.

It wasn't Mack who did that.

It was you. Wasn't it, Mr Steinem?

Toby wouldn't take the hint, would he?

Him coming back, it ruined everything.

Me and Julia were happy.

- Happier than we'd been in years. - Until Rueben hired Mack.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Then why did you steal Mack's computer?

To be honest, I found him creepy.

He was always sneaking about, poking his nose in.

I wanted to know what he was up to.

Or you knew exactly what he was up to

and decided to erase everything he'd found out.

What, me? Pfft, no. No way.

Where were you on the night Rueben Tooms was murdered?

- Why? - Because Rueben was having an affair

with your wife, Mr Steinem.

Was.

- Was. - You're also Harry Marx's only friend.

- He told you about Georgie's will, didn't he? - Hang on a minute...

Which gave you the idea to frame Toby for Georgie's murder.

Then you'd kill Mack to destroy any evidence of Toby's innocence.

Come on. That's a bit of a stretch, isn't it?

I've already had confirmation that the bar towels

used to block Mack's shotgun came from your pub.

And I did all this because... ?

Julia would have no-one to turn to but you.

You'd have your wife back, Mr Steinem.

Do you know what?

That is really good. I honestly really like that.

Yeah. It's got legs.

Pff, makes perfect sense.

Only, may I return to the original question you asked me

that you wouldn't actually let me answer? Little bit rude.

Where was I the night Rueben was murdered?

Well...

... believe it or not...

... I was with Alberta Tooms.

I-I-I'm so, so sorry, but I needed to talk to someone.

It's been doing my head in, and I-I think...

Rueben and Julia are back together.

I'm not saying I know this for sure, but you of all people

know what it's like to be married to someone that you adore,

every breath, every move, every nuance.

I have ignored this once, and I am not prepared to ignore this twice.

You'd better come in.

When you meet the single-most amazing person ever,

you would do anything,

anything to hang onto that person.

So... all those things that you have accused me of...

... I probably could have done them.

In fact, I... I probably would have done them.

But I promise you...

I didn't.

Even after she broke my heart.

Well, assuming Cooper isn't lying about Alberta...

Then they both have alibis for the night Rueben was killed.

Mm.

Ah! Look at that. Mack filmed us, sir.

Never knew I had such screen presence.

Is there anything else Mack's cameras picked up?

Oh, there's tons of video files here, sir.

OK, so, what have we got?

- Hm, I meant of interest. - Sorry.

Oh, look, it's your admirer, sir.

Thank you. What else?

Well, that's Georgie meeting Rueben on the night he was killed.

That's Julia Steinem.

And she told me she was in the pub

on the night Rueben Tooms was murdered.

Hi. Yeah, it's me.

I'm at Georgie's cottage.

OK. I'll see you in a bit.

- Argh! - Well?

Why would I kill Rueben?

I was about to start a new life with him.

The film on Mack's laptop

places you in the vicinity of Rueben's murder.

A film that Mack was trying to blackmail me with.

Look, I promise you that all I did that night

was go out to tell Rueben

that we needed to hold off on leaving the village.

Because the village wasn't as safe for Toby as you hoped it would be.

Viola's murder has twisted this village

into something it wasn't meant to be.

I hoped that Rueben and I could change that.

Bring peace. Even closure.

But people don't forget.

No, and they never forgave Harry for losing the trial.

Hence his unpopularity.

That spaced-out fool is almost as reviled as my brother is.

Losing that court case has haunted him ever since.

Winter.

We need to talk to Harry Marx.

Hello!

Toby?

Harry!

Erika, have you seen your Uncle Harry?

Oh, sorry. I haven't.

Though, knowing him, he's probably out reversing

all the good work the heart surgeon did.

I've warned him. Nobody wants two zippers running down their chest.

Say that again?

About... the zipper?

Oh, it's more about the person who didn't have one...

... and who else knew that.

Fleur, I need you to look something up for me

on Mack Mclnally's computer.

You were asked a question five years ago.

Now, you're gonna answer it.

Harry... what the hell?

Just because I screwed up at the trial,

that doesn't make him innocent.

You know it, I know it, everyone knows it.

Argh!

You have five seconds to confess.

Two... three...

Harry!

Winter...

Meet me at Georgie's cottage.

♪ Nellie the Elephant packed her trunk ♪

♪ And said goodbye to the circus ♪

♪ Off she went with a trumpety-trump ♪

♪ Trump, trump, trump ♪

But... OK.

♪ Nellie the Elephant packed her trunk ♪

♪ And said goodbye to the circus ♪

♪ Off she went with a trumpety-trump ♪

♪ Trump, trump, trump ♪

It's not working.

I think he's had a heart attack.

Yes, I'll keep trying.

Uh, uh...

♪ Nellie the Elephant packed her trunk ♪

Oh!

♪ Off she went with a trumpety-trump ♪

♪ Trump, trump, trump ♪

FGod, Harry, Harry, I thought you were a goner.

Arrest him, then. He tried to kill me!

- We've got him, sir. - Thank you so much for your help.

Yes, no I think we're all right.

Actually, I didn't come here for Harry Marx.

Did I, Mimi?

I'm flattered, Mr Barnaby,

but may I remind you that you are a married man.

I'm also a chief inspector.

And I'm arresting you for the murders of Rueben Tooms,

Georgie Tremayne and Mack Mclnally,

and not forgetting Viola Deepdale, your ex-business partner.

I think someone's been on Harry's weed.

Was it Rueben letting Toby join The Stitcher Society?

Is that what triggered this?

- I'm gonna kill him! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

There's no need for this, not any more.

- Rueben! - Georgie, just put the stick down.

I know this is hard, but we'll talk later, OK?

Toby is not what you think he is.

Rueben's about-face must have come as a huge shock. a

It meant he knew that Toby hadn't killed Viola.

Your daughter must love your bedtime stories.

So you had to kill Rueben before he could get to Georgie.

Trouble is... you were too late.

Could the other woman be Georgie Tremayne?

We know that she met with Rueben last night.

So they did meet then?

She's so lost and vague these days.

You couldn't have Georgie believing that Toby was innocent.

She would have gone to press again, told the whole village.

But, Harry saw Toby leaving the house.

In mean, Viola had "meeting" written in her diary, so..

That was probably something that you added after Viola was killed.

Now, John, you are cleverer than this.

For one, Georgie hated Toby.

I mean she was ready to take his head off

when he appeared up at the club.

And then she changed her will in his favour.

She was refusing a second operation.

She wanted to pay him back for the nightmare she'd put him through.

And let's not forget he got a very lovely cottage out of it.

Whatever change Georgie's mind must have been nagging at you.

Rueben Tooms must have had some very substantial evidence

to be able to do that, which leads us to Mack.

He doesn't have a zipper scar, does he?

Is there anything else Mack's cameras picked up?

Oh, it's more about the person who didn't have one...

... and who else knew that.

And when you saw that he didn't have a zipper scar...

Mimi?

You forgot this.

... It had to mean that he was here under false pretences.

It wouldn't take much to do some research on Mack,

find out who he really was and what he was doing.

That search is probably still in your history.

This is all on you, you Flower Power pothead!

I saw Toby.

- I know it was him. - You saw me, you idiot!

Mind you, you were probably hugging a tree at the time.

You know if anyone's to blame for all this it is actually Harry,

if you really think about it. I mean,

Toby, should have been locked up.

How could he settle with some prison wife

and I wouldn't have to have done any of this.

You didn't need to anyway.

Our Tech team processed Mack's hard drive.

He hadn't found out a single thing about Viola's murder.

Sir?

What are you talking about?

He took the money from Rueben

in return for telling him what he wanted to hear.

Mack had a history of conning people,

hence his fingerprints being on file.

No, you've got that wrong. You must have.

You killed three people for nothing.

There was no other witness.

It was a lie, Mimi.

I believe you are a free man, Mr Wagner.

One last thing...

Why did you kill Viola?

Would you think more kindly of me if I said it was accidental?

She hated the way I did business.

Claimed I was always over our male clients

and their wifes didn't like it, and I was losing sales

left, right and centre.

I mean... We'd only gone to price a house and

suddenly there was a rather weighty object in my hand, and well.

What can I say, she stepped out in front of it.

Three or four times as it happens.

I mean, can you imagine that, me, flirting...

Wherever did she get that idea.

Let's dive straight into it.

Firstly, we need to chop up all our veggies.

So, grab your carrots and your red peppers and mushrooms,

and first of all, we're just gonna give them a quick rinse,

and then we're gonna thinly slice

those red peppers, carrots and mushrooms.

And, to add some flavour to your stir-fry...

Oh-ho!

... one or two red chillies.

Now, my wife loves to put spice in her stir-fry, so I use...

Shh!

John?

Shh, Shh! Shh!

Wow! Finally, it's sunk in. It only took you a week.

Well, you and Betty have a point, and the last thing I need

is to have to join a, er, Stitcher Society.

That really would be bad for my health.

Well, looks wonderful.

I'm gonna look forward to it.

Hey! Paddy!

Paddy!

Oh, Paddy...

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