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Ah, good man.

We need an extra hand.

Actually, no, I'm here to see C .C.
Loseley.

But, um, what is going on?

The most important two days in Great
Slaughter's calendar, that's what.

No, no, no, not yellow.

I need red, white and blue for the
Queen. Yeah, okay.

The Queen is coming.

She's over there.

Her throne's not ready yet.

Your Majesty!

You're right on time.

Preparations are almost complete, but we
can still use some help.

For what exactly?

The Great Slaughter Scarecrow Festival,
of course.

Right. It makes sense where my hay fever
is, I can tell. Good of you to step in

as official police liaison. Actually,
no, sir. One more!

Great to have you on board.

Um, sir, if I may have a moment of your
time.

This is a nightmare, isn't it? No.

I hate how the scarecrows just stare at
you.

Gives me the eebie -jeebies.

Yeah. It's like that one.

What is that one even meant to be?

Morning, Sarge.

Good of you to volunteer.

It didn't exactly happen like that.

I'm just here to watch this year.

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

Me neither.

I thought you said that... It's all so
fun, really, isn't it?

Of course, it could be the last year
it's on, depending how the vote goes.

Vote? See if it's going to come back or
not.

After what happened last year, half the
village wanted it banned.

That was all blown out of proportion,
Norm.

Tell that to Mr Carter.

He's still got the scar.

Maybe it's all for a good cause.

What about the farmer's youth charity?

After tomorrow, they might need to find
another way to fundraise.

Sergeant Livingstone, we're starting.

Might need your own crowd control.

Don't tell me you support this nonsense.

It turns the whole village into a public
house.

I'm not complaining.

Please tell me we can count on your vote
to free us from this straw -filled

stranglehold.

Well, um, well, no. Actually, I think
it's rather wonderful what people can

create with straw and a bit of
imagination.

And I can't say no to a cash prize.

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to this,
the annual Great Slaughter

Scarecrow Festival.

all in support of the Farmers Youth
Charity. Now, we have a wonderful

weekend ahead of us, helping this great
cause, and I'm sure you'll all agree,

bringing much joy to the whole village.

Tomfoolery, more like.

Now, you will find scarecrows scattered
all around the village, each themed for

different categories.

The individual winners will then go on
to compete for the grand prize at the

closing ceremony tomorrow, and then the
overall winner will go home with a cash

prize of... seven pounds.

Seven? It was ten last year.

Yes. Now, after last year's events, I
think

it prudent that I should remind you...
that, well, any instances of

Scarecrow's sabotage will result in
instant disqualification. We will

also not tolerate any fighting, kicking,
punching or biting.

With all that said, it gives me great
pleasure to announce this festival well

and truly underway.

Red sea.

A strong start, sisters.

I thought we'd practised this time.

Doesn't Moses bear a striking
resemblance to Joseph from last year,

the coat of many colours?

All right, keep your voice down.

Everything all right?

My scarecrow's head won't stay on
straight.

Needs more straw.

Why don't you take some of our
leftovers?

Oh, sorry.

Hay fever.

Thanks for this.

Very generous of you.

Helping out the competition.

Charlie Sanderson.

Competition.

Sergeant Livingstone, you're a man of
good sense.

Surely you can help us put an end to all
this.

There's no need to swear, Tom.

They steal his straw, you know.

Can we count on your vote?

Well, I wouldn't think it would be quite
appropriate for me to say while I'm

working in official capacity.

Of course.

Ah,

another fine effort, Martin. Get back!

Took me hours to get his cigar at the
right jaunty angle.

Martin's won the last six years in a
row.

I heard your head's fallen off.

Again. I'm fixing it. And who's running
the shop while you're faffing about

here?

You all right?

Oh, I slipped off a ladder doing
inventory at the shop.

You work at Sanderson's, don't you?

Oh, you came in the other weekend,
didn't you? Yeah, you remember.

Not too many customers these days.

I'm his godfather. I help him run the
shop for my sins.

Oh, thanks for your help.

Excuse me.

Oh, gosh, not now.

Oh, here, let me.

Oh, Sandra, you're an angel.

It won't take a moment.

That's my auntie, Sandra.

Huh? Yeah.

Well, not my auntie, auntie, but my
mum's best friend.

Do you know, she was the one who
convinced me to become a WPC in the

place.

Everyone else said it was a silly idea,
but she always told me never to give up.

Well, we owe her money, thanks.

Thanks much.

What are you doing?

Just lending a hand.

That is an egregious breaking of the
rules.

No outside help. It's collusion.

Oh, have a heart.

He hasn't got one.

Sour grapes, Clementine.

I must insist.

I think we'll allow it this time.

So, what have we here? Ah, yes.

For our fairy tale category, Rapunzel in
her tower, waiting for her knight in

shining armour to whisk her away from
her life of drudgery, I presume.

Sorry. I'm just having a bad day.

Moving swiftly on.

Oh,

wait.

You haven't seen my scarecrow.

You've entered.

You finally convinced me.

How could you? My own sister?

I've been telling her to enter for
years.

She's so talented.

It's breakfast at Tiffany's.

You know, I love that scene where
they're looking for the cat at the end.

I'm sorry, you big softy.

Does she do any other poses?

What are you doing?

Please. It's just the prize money.

Martin, time to settle up. I'm just
collecting entry fees.

I've already paid.

There's no record of any payment.

Check again.

Ah, here we are.

My mistake.

I'll deal with you later.

We'll kick off with the award for best
Bible story.

This was a really tough decision, but
the winner is... The

Sisters of St Vincent's. Oh, God.

Five times in a row.

Hunter Sister's the only one in this
category.

No one goes up against the nuns.

Good morning.

You do know they're for the straw,
right?

Hello.

I've got to see this Churchill
everyone's banging on about.

Martin is our main competition now.

I wouldn't worry.

That's a terrible Churchill.

Heard there was an incident.

A murder, I think we can safely say,
from the obvious cause of death.

A tiki eye to the eyes and face,
bruising around the neck.

All hallmark signs.

Strangulation. But we're shouting
distance from half the village. Surely

heard a cry for help.

Well, note the straw stuffed in his
mouth.

Taking care of that problem.

Ooh, there's something sticky.

And no one in the other displays
reported seeing or hearing anything out

ordinary. I'm afraid this rather dashes
our hopes of potential fingerprints.

But I can check for incriminating
fibers.

Not much to go on in the meantime.

Well, leaving us rather clutching at
straws.

Come on now.

Don't be corny. Oh, very good.

Now, what do we have here?

That's Winston Churchill.

Martin Skirkroyd.

Why is it all scrunched up?

Maybe you weren't happy with it.

Unlikely, given he was the bookie's
favourite.

Mrs Clann did report seeing him doing
finishing touches to Skirkroyd around...

10am. When everyone else was at the
first judging ceremony.

Let's find out who else wasn't at that
ceremony.

If I might have your attention, please.

I am afraid that Martin Hubbard has been
found dead.

And tragically, it would appear to be
murder.

I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news.

We'll cancel the Morris dancers, of
course.

Yes, of course.

Sir, do you think it's appropriate if we
continue with this at all?

No, no, no.

I'm sure Martin would have wanted us to
go ahead.

I think he'd prefer to still be
breathing.

Besides, his death blows this whole
competition wide open.

Lusandra.

I'm so sorry about your brother.

I can't believe he's gone.

And the last time we spoke, we argued
about this stupid competition.

I'll have to drop out now.

Are you sure?

Just wouldn't be right.

I saw the killer.

What? After Sister Reginald went to
fetch help, I heard footsteps behind me,

when I turned around, there was a
scarecrow.

So who did you see?

A scarecrow.

A scarecrow?

It must have come alive and killed
Martin.

That's what I saw.

Wait, did you see anything else? Now
then, who ordered the carrot cake?

Perhaps Martin's house will have
something more substantial to go on.

That sends

quite the message.

It was the last straw for someone.

Oh, very good.

Hmm. Looks like a sharp blade's been
used on his shirts.

Kitchen scissors, perhaps.

I'm in quite a frenzy, judging by the
jagged cuts.

But they fail to consider our old friend
Leucard.

There's traces of something there.

Looks like metal filings.

I need to take a closer look back at the
lab.

Sister, look at that.

Oh, yes.

Well spotted.

We've narrowed our list of suspects for
those who went to the first prize

ceremony. They all claimed that they
were keeping an eye on their displays.

This is the last thing the festival
needs after last year.

What exactly happened last year?

Someone accused the Great Slaughter WA
of sabotage and then everything kicked

off.

Before you knew it, there were limbs
flying everywhere.

Scarecrow limbs, we should clarify.

Do you think Martin's death could have
something to do with the festival?

He was the frontrunner.

Well, we certainly can't rule anything
out.

Well, here's one thing we do know.

This mystery substance we found on the
straw in Martin's mouth is insoluble in

water. Gas chromatography confirms it's
petroleum jelly.

I don't have the foggiest idea why that
would be there.

Lubrication isn't exactly efficacious
when it comes to strangulation.

And here's another enigma.

I've checked the handwriting against
other samples in Martin's house.

And they aren't a match.

Meaning? Meaning someone else drew them.

Could someone have helped him with his
scarecrow?

But that's against the rules.

I'll need handwriting samples from our
suspects to see if one of them drew them

instead. Oh, and one more thing.

Note the contusions on his knuckles.

Martin was in a fight recently.

Martin and Charlie weren't getting on
this morning, and Charlie had some kind

injury. Martin's Charlie's godfather.

They're like family.

Well, he didn't seem too friendly
earlier.

The judges and I will now confirm, and
in a few moments we will announce the

prize for our next category, Best
Celebrity.

Can we have a word?

Martin loved this category.

I can't believe he's not here.

We'd like to talk about your injury.

You said it was an accident at work.

Martin had bruising on his knuckles.

Want to tell us what really happened?

Um... Look, it was nothing, really.

It was just an argument.

Bad enough to come to blows?

I had a few ideas about how to expand
the business.

Martin wouldn't listen.

Why not?

He said we weren't in any place to be
taking risks.

He called me a half -wit.

And that caused a fight?

My mum never went to school.

People called her stupid all her life,
even though she opened a shop.

So how did Martin end up getting
involved in the business?

My mum died.

I was all on my own. I was only ten.

And Martin stepped up to help.

He's my legal guardian.

The shop was in a bad way. He saved me,
really.

But he wouldn't let you make any
decisions about your own family

No, but I'm only 18.

I can't inherit until I'm 21.

That must be frustrating.

I wouldn't even have a shop to worry
about if it wasn't for him.

I owe him everything.

And the prize for best celebrity goes
to... Alan Yellow!

For the Queen!

What utter nonsense!

Her Majesty the Queen is not a
celebrity.

Now, where is the man of the hour?

Oh, here he is. Go for the bugle, Alan.

Not now.

The Queen is sabotaged.

Look, she looks fine.

Her corgis are gone.

This is high treason. I turn my back for
a moment and this happens.

What if Dottie's claims were right?

What claims?

She saw a scarecrow fleeing the scene of
the murder. What? Norman, if you could

just clear the scene for me.

Now. Right. Look, I'll ask around and
I'll see what I can find out.

I found a handwriting match among our
suspects.

I know who drew Martin's designs.

I'm afraid it was Sandra.

There has to be an explanation.

Well, there's only one way to find out.

What's this about a killer scarecrow? I
don't believe any of that, Norm.

So there have been sightings. It's just
nonsense.

Were you and Martin working together to
win the competition?

Of course not.

I didn't need his help.

But he needed yours.

I was the one behind Martin's displays.
I designed them and I made them.

So why did you decide to enter the
competition this year?

Well, did you know that I was once
offered an apprenticeship in London,

Row?

I was all set to move away until Martin
convinced me that I... I wouldn't cut

it.

But you're so talented.

Well,

I couldn't give up on my dream, you see,
of owning my own dressmaking shop.

It might not be Savile Row, but it was
something of my own.

And watching Martin win every year with
my designs, I just wondered if I could

do it.

And Martin didn't like that.

He liked the idea of winning too much.

Can we both enter? No.

This is the one thing I love.

And you're ruining it.

Oh, please don't be like that.

It's just the prize money.

Oh, yes, for this ridiculous shop of
yours.

Well, what do you know about running a
business?

And who are you going to turn to when it
all fails, eh?

I always say, stick to what you know.

I just wanted to try.

And you didn't care about betraying me
in the process.

Oh, please. Well, I've got friends at
the council.

People who owe me a favour. I'll make
sure they reject any application you

submit. Even if you win, you won't get
your shop.

And that was the last time we spoke.

And now he's gone.

How could I possibly stay in the
competition?

Don't you owe it to yourself to try?

Never give up on your dreams. That's
what you always told me.

I'm not young and brave like you, Peggy.

Be careful.

Don't mind me.

They're about to announce best sporting
legend.

I think I've a good chance against
Muhammad Ali.

Not something you can say every day.

What are you up to?

Those shiny particles on Martin's shirt
with traces of gold paint.

So I'm taking samples.

We've already done the Queen's crown,
Rapunzel's hair and Audrey Hepburn's

earrings. I know his head's a bit
wobbly, but everyone loves Bobby.

All finished.

Ah, just in time.

Ah, now you are talking.

Well, congratulations to you.

Best sporting legend.

I can't believe it.

Your mum would be so proud.

Martin said I didn't stand a chance.

Well, Martin wasn't always right.

Cheers.

I'm sorry about your brother.

Thank you.

I know what he meant to you as well.

I don't know how I'll manage the shop
without him.

He was telling me about some of your
ideas.

Home delivery service and a loyalty
scheme. I thought they were very clever.

Just stick to what I know.

That's what Martin always said.

Do you know, your mum didn't let
anything hold her back.

No? If you don't try...

Speaking of which,

there's something I need to do.

Would you excuse me, please, Charlie?

Excuse me, Hector.

I'd, er... I'd like to re -enter the
competition.

You can't do that.

I will have to confer with the other
judges.

Sandra, what category were you in? I was
Audrey Hepburn for Best Celebrity.

Oh, has already been judged.

Well, all right, then I'll make a new
Scarecrow.

Which categories are still open?

Well, just Local Heroes tomorrow.

Local Heroes it is.

This is an outrage.

Now, now, Alan, your help organising
this festival is invaluable, but please

remember you are a competitor, not... A
judge.

What's going on?

Oh, nothing to worry about.

He's letting Sandra re -enter after she
voluntarily withdrew.

How gallant. So now you're fiddling
about with the rules, are you? As if the

festival itself isn't bad enough.

What do you mean, bad enough?

Why does everyone have to fight?

Sonny, help me!

What on earth's the matter?

The care of Scarecrow!

What? He was alive!

It's just me.

Here we go.

They're everywhere!

This festival's reduced us to... People
keep telling me this festival's meant to

be bringing you all together, but it
seems to be doing the opposite.

Are they me?

You're not saying it is best?

We need to unmask them!

Come on! What are you doing?

What are you doing now?

What are you doing?

Wait!

Stop that!

Sister Reginald.

Never seen anything like it.

Sorry to have to threaten half of them
with disqualification.

Well, that would rather put a dampener
on festivities.

Oh, did you hear?

My Aunty Sandra's only gone and re
-entered. Oh, bravo.

I have no idea if she'll choose for
local here, eh?

It's not like anything goes on round
here.

Well, in 1947, Sister Heatherner,
previously of St. Vincent's, single

defended a mission against Venezuelan
revolutionaries, though she is quite a

niche prospect.

Aha! You found a match.

Note the thickness of the undercoat and
the top coat of glitter.

We've struck gold.

So you... you scare a crow, is it?

So why did you cut off Martin's shirt?

That's quite the act of passion.

I loved him.

You were Rapunzel and he was your knight
in shiny armour.

I thought he was.

He ended it.

Just like that.

I was ready to start a new life with
him, but he didn't care.

So you wanted to hurt him back?

I didn't kill him.

I just wanted to send a message.

I snuck into his house last night and I
saw his shirt.

But then I heard him arguing with
someone.

Did you see who it was?

I didn't look.

I could only really hear Martin saying
something about checks.

You can't back... Back out now, you've
cashed them.

Did you hear anything else?

I snuck out the back door quick as I
could.

I know how guilty I must look, but I
swear that's the truth.

Good morning.

Oh, no.

What's happened?

What does it look like?

Sorry. I'm just sorry.

Almost savage attack.

Must have been some time last night.

First Alan, now Charlie.

Any one of us could be next.

Maybe we should pull out the
competition.

Might as well.

Now that my chance at the prize money's
gone.

Surely you can fix it before the grand
prize ceremony.

Maybe.

Have you seen this?

Killer scarecrow stalking the streets.

Norman. Wally by name, Wally by name.
This will cause a panic.

The best for work is to find a chance at
the vote later.

Surely people will know that this is all
nonsense.

This looks familiar.

From the local bank?

Yes, from Martin's fireplace.

Must have been a financial document.

Statement, perhaps.

I'm afraid the rest of it's too burnt to
salvage.

Martin's account could shed some light
on this.

Allow me. I've been looking for an
excuse to see the desk clerk again.

It's a Sunday. The banks are closed.

Not a problem.

I've got her number.

I know what I saw.

And I'm not the only one. They walk
among us.

This festival has turned the village
into a madhouse.

Didn't need much help there.

Well, if you'll excuse me.

I need to make my way to the station.
He's over there! He's over there! Huh?

Over there!

Over there, look!

What's over there? That's Garrett Crowe!

So I see.

Oh, God!

We'll make sure we keep an eye out.

I don't want to know, do I?

I thought you'd be happy to finally get
a break in the case.

Okay, so what did Martin's statement
say?

Several large outgoing payments to Alan
Yarrow.

What's exactly are these payments for?

You didn't tell anyone, did you?

Stop worrying about your reputation and
answer the question.

To buy my silence.

Go on.

Martin was embezzling from the farmer's
youth charity.

No wonder he was such a fan of the
festival.

I confronted him, but he...

He offered me money instead.

Why didn't you come to us?

I've got debts.

I couldn't say no to that kind of money.
I knew it was wrong, but by then it was

too late.

He had quite a hold over you.

Perhaps one you wanted to be free of.

You think I killed him?

Why would I kill Martin when he was
paying me?

You're not going to tell the judges, are
you?

No.

But we will need to investigate you for
possible corruption.

But I'm a pillar of the community.

Really? Then start acting like one.

Wait!

It's a knife.

Stop! Stop!

I told you!

Don't you dare.

Be careful. It could be anyone.

I know.

This thing was right.

Well, the fibres match those found on
Martin's neckerchief.

This glove belongs to our killer.

But why... Is our killer attacking
scarecrows?

A vendetta against the festival?

Speaking of which, we'd better fill the
chief in.

Oh, while you're there, could you fetch
me something?

Well, someone.

Impressive work to get a scarecrow made
so quickly.

Has she made a new one?

Sorry. Who did she pick?

Well,

why don't you have a look yourself?

I think she's got your smile quite
perfectly.

I can't believe he chose me.

First WPC in the county.

I mean, how could I have chosen anyone
else?

Is that a smile I see, Vera?

Ridiculous.

Petroleum jelly.

Sorry, but why do you need this?

Well, Her Majesty's here for her own
protection.

And she's evidence.

Well, she's evidence that makes me want
to... Bless you,

Felix.

And thank you.

Get Sam.

Huh?

category of the festival. Local heroes.

Now, this was a unanimous decision by
myself and the other judges. So,

please, the winner is... Sandra Hubbard!

Well done, Sandra. Lovely, beautiful
stuff.

Now, Sandra will now join...

finalists for the grand prize ceremony,
which I will be judging shortly.

But in the meantime, please remember
that the ballot boxes are now open for

votes. So please, vote wisely!

Charlie, stop!

Well done, Aunty Sandra.

Stay back!

Put the lighter down, Charlie. Look, we
know you killed Martin.

No! Disguising yourself as a scarecrow
was an ingenious idea.

But it must have been torture on your
sinuses.

You can't prove that was me. You used
the age -old trick of smearing petroleum

jelly under your nose to catch pollen.

And I'm quite sure that we'd find traces
on you now.

Martin was stealing from the festival.

And business wasn't good at the shop
either, was it?

Was he stealing from you too?

We found bank documents in his house
that he tried to destroy.

Martin never let me look at any of
those.

He said I wouldn't understand what it
all meant, but when we received a final

notice on the rent, I had to see what
was wrong.

Instead, I realised the truth.

What do you think you're doing?

You've been stealing.

From the festival, from the shop, all
this time. Don't be stupid.

You let me believe it was my fault.

That it was you.

You ungrateful brat.

How long have I looked after you?

Did you do this to Mum, too?

That's why she was almost bankrupt.

She blamed herself, and then she... When
everyone finds out...

And who would believe you?

Come here!

He made her think it was all her fault.

And she killed herself out of the shame.

I don't have a mum because of him.

So it was revenge.

I wanted justice for a mum.

But it wasn't enough.

You wanted to bring the festival down
with you. The whole thing's a sham.

Well, Martin said it was for such a good
cause, but the only person he was

helping was himself.

But you're not like that, Charlie.

You care about what's right and wrong.
Don't you come any closer. Look, you

that you wanted justice, but this is not
the way.

Please, put the lighter down.

What would your mum think?

She's gone because of Martin.

Don't you think Martin's caused enough
pain and destruction?

Don't be like him. You care about the
people around you.

And they care about you.

It doesn't matter.

Of course it does.

Think about what this would do to Sandra
and this whole community.

Don't do it.

It's too late.

It's never too late to try.

You can make things better.

I just... I just wanted to make things
right.

We know.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for
your patience.

whilst we resolved an urgent police
matter.

You'll have heard that Charlie Sanderson
has been arrested for reasons that put

our festival to shame.

That's putting it lightly.

Thank you, Vera.

Please do cast your vote for the future
of our festival, because I believe, I

believe that we can turn this around.

Should you not...

Hang up your scarecrows for good. I
promise to restore this festival to its

former glory.

Well, with all that said, let's crack on
with the grand prize ceremony.

And how about a round of applause for
our four wonderful contestants and

finalists.

We have Clementine Bell,

Sister Reginald, Alan Yarrow, Sandra
Hubbard, and don't you go forgetting,

chaps. that only one of you gets to take
the grand prize home.

Anyway, after much deliberation, it
gives me

enormous pleasure to present this grand
prize to...

Sandra Hubbard!

Well done.

Oh, thank you.

Yes, I thought you'd have clinched it.

Well, I only really entered to impress
Martin, so... Well, you impressed me.

Your Rapunzel was magnificent.

Apart from the tatty sleeve.

Nonsense. I'll need some help in the
dress shop when I finally open.

You mean me?

No, but Margaret in the village is
really good with a sewing needle.

Of course I mean you.

Thank you.

I really thought we had it in the bag.

There's always next year.

Time to think big.

How about last supper? All the
disciples.

Yes, well, we'll have to start
stockpiling straw then, sister.

Assuming that the festival is happening
next year.

Ah.

You've got to be in it to win it.

It's going to be close.

This beer tent has addled their brains.

Well, we've counted the votes and it
seems to be a tie.

Oh.

I don't know what the protocol is.

Did you vote, Sarge?

No, I was preoccupied with the killer
scarecrow. Sir, we've got another one

here. You know what to do.

Just remember to do what's best for the
community.

The Great Slaughter Scarecrow Festival
will continue!

And seeing how you're such a fan, you

can be the official liaison again next
year.

Can you forgive me, Mrs Clum?

Well, of course I blame you for being a
bad influence.

Man of the hour.

Right. This deserves another round. Oh,
yes. Make mine a shandy. I'm in the mood

to celebrate.

Oh, I'm so proud of you, Annie Sandra.

Oh, finally.

I can get back to some real journalism.

None of all these silly scarecrows.

Not that I was scared.

Oh,

get up.

Thank you.

Get away from me!