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APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS

♪ SLADE: Merry Xmas Everybody

♪ Does he ride a red-nosed reindeer

I'll just go get one more.

♪ Does he turn up on his sleigh

♪ Do the fairies keep him sober...

Same again?

Actually, I could um... I could do with a change.

I got a slot free after the shift, babe.

♪ Everybody's having fun

Know what, Jamie? I'd rather kill myself!

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

♪ It's only just begun

Yep?

I think you'd better step outside.

What? Hang on.

Over here.

SWITCHES OFF MOBILE PHONE

Come with me.

You're going to pay up.

What are you laughing at? Eh?

Oh, no, you don't. I've got it in the car.

COCKS GUN

This'll make you laugh.

You ain't laughing now, are ya?

Ten thousand. Ten thou, or else. (CRIES OUT)

(GROANS)

FIERCE CRY

(YELLS IN AGONY)

SHOT RINGS OUT

BIRD CRIES

STRAINING AND GROANING

WATER SPLASHES

OK, can you gather round, please?

Just want to say a few words about what we have to get out of today.

Remember, if we get broken up into groups it's key that we're diverse.

So, are we feeling motivated? ALL: Yes, sir!

No "sirs" today, but more on that later.

Now, I want you to wear these badges

as firmly and prominently as possible all day long.

It's absolutely key to the exercise. Understood? Yes.

RATTLING

My tendonitis is back.

It was your other elbow before.

Well, it'll make a change from hanging about at home all weekend.

I do not "hang about at home".

Is that him?

Acting Chief Superintendent Cotton, for it is he.

He's terribly young. Looks rather cute to be a pain in the backside.

Looks can be deceptive. Bye, love. Bye.

Everybody happy? ALL: Yes.

Now, the Chief Constable sees teamwork as the hard-wiring for his new programme,

and this workshop's all about team building.

We're very lucky to have some ex-TA instructors with us for the day,

so I'm sure you'll find it anything but boring.

Once we leave here, we forget who's boss and who's not.

It's strictly first names only.

I want everyone to contribute and to criticise,

without regard to rank or experience.

OK? Into the van!

LAUGHTER

BIRDSONG

Thanks, Caro. Come to carol practice later.

It'll do you good. Therapy? You sound like Tim.

No decorations again this year?

What's the point?

I can't do Christmas, Caro.

Come and sing. Promise?

All OK? Sweet as, boss.

Good Friday night? Eh? Oh, yeah. Well, I've had better.

They closed the road up near Delham. We'll unload at the yard. What about -

Don't panic, Dale, I've got it sorted. Go and have your breakfast, wait for my call.

TYRES SCREECH

DOG BARKS

Off to win the war single-handed again, Colonel?

Oh, I wish I was, Don. (CHUCKLES)

(TO HIMSELF) Wish I was.

Hold on, darling. BRAKES SQUEAL

I'm expected at Caro's. Penny, I hardly see you.

It helps being with Caro.

She helps. Gilly was my daughter too, you know.

Morning, Sergeant. Hard night?

Worked till two, sir, but there's still a rattle in the cam case. I need to strip it down again.

We're due to deliver tomorrow and we've got this police thing at the centre.

Jamie'll be on my back. Don't worry about Jamie, sir.

I'll start as soon as we get back. It'll be sorted tonight.

I appreciate it, Ed. I don't know where I'd be without you.

You look exhausted, love. Huh!

Love?

That's the driver's log books checked.

You off? Recce-ing the war game with the Colonel.

I'll be a couple of hours. Layla didn't come home till morning again.

I'll try and talk to her later.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT

♪ We Wish You A Merry Christmas (Instrumental)

Gently does it. I think the limit's 15 on the police.

We don't want to let the side down in front of the Red Caps.

That's not straight, strong and to the right.

You, lad! Left a bit! Use your nous!

No, Jackson. The TA wants Sly Stallone, not Damien Hirst (!)

Dale, Gary, Kevin, James...

Ready to kick out the jambs, Tom?

Never readier, sir. It's "John", remember?

We're dispensing with hierarchies, today, Tom. And why?

Because in order to fight crime today, we need to reboot our relationships

as well as our systems. Rebooting? I say, sir!

"John". Which is why I'm here.

With help from you guys, we can park a really lean, mean policing machine

here at Causton, yeah?

Is he for real, sir? The Boy Wonder? I'm awfully afraid he is.

DCI Barnaby? Tim Galsworthy. We met at the Midsomer Tattoo.

Yes! Good to see you again.

This is Detective Sergeant Jones. Detective Sergeant.

I...I didn't know the TA provided this kind of stuff.

Well, our Colonel had his arm twisted by your Chief Super.

Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby and Detective Sergeant Jones, Causton CID.

This is our CO, Colonel Matt Parkes. I've heard a lot about you, Chief Inspector - all good.

So you, er, train potential recruits here, do you?

We give them a taste of army life before they sign on the dotted line.

Gives us old war horses an excuse to keep wearing the uniform. Eh, Captain?

You hardly need that, sir. I served under the Colonel for 12 years.

Saw some hard soldiering together, eh, Tim? Certainly did, sir.

So are you er...just observing today, or making the jumps yourself?

Oh, I hope there's no jumps involved. (ALL CHUCKLE)

Well, I'm going to leave you to get on.

I've got to organise our Christmas war game: Recruits versus Instructors.

Fun, for the purpose of! I'll leave you in Tim's capable hands.

Thank you, sir. If you'd like to follow me.

Faster, faster!

CARO: Right, ladies. Like this, please.

♪ Hail the heaven-born prince of peace...

PIANO PLAYS

CARO: Maggie, Alice!

Quiet, please, ladies and gentlemen.

First, a request. If anyone has the time to stay on after practice

and help with decorating the wards, it would be much appreciated.

Second, some good news.

In exchange for allowing them the use of the woods

for their so-called games this year... (ALL CHUCKLE)

..I've extracted a promise from Colonel Parkes

to bring the recruits to the concert.

MURMURS OF APPROVAL Right, well, shall we go through?

Coming, Penny? I wish you hadn't... let them back into the woods.

I understand how painful this is for you.

Enjoy the singing.

Is Penny all right? No, Joyce. I really don't think she is.

Sgt Lovell will take you through a couple of warm-up exercises on the field.

Nothing too strenuous, but do let us know if there are any serious medical problems.

LOVELL: Right. Fall in outside, please.

And remember: open minds, trust,

positive thinking and teamwork!

MUTED EXCHANGES WOMAN: I can't wait.

Um, Sergeant Lovell?

I'm afraid I've got a little touch of tendonitis in this elbow.

There's no need to miss out on the fun, Tom.

We'll put your partner in the blindfold and you can have the sling. (UNENTHUSIASTIC) Thank you.

♪ Glory to the newborn king

♪ Peace on earth and mercy mild

♪ God and sinners reconciled

♪ Joyful all ye nations rise

♪ Join the triumph of the skies

♪ With angelic host proclaim

♪ Christ is born in Bethlehem...

Right, left, watch the egg.

Right, left, watch the egg. Right, left, watch the egg. Stop! Stop!

WOMEN: Sorry! I lost my egg, sir. I can't see a thing.

Something to do with wearing a blindfold (!) Need any help?

No. Yes. It's all about teamwork.

Now, then. Hook arms. That's good.

Ben, hold out your spoon. There's your egg.

Get a feel for it. Wrist loose. That's good.

Right, ready? Always start with the tied foot first.

On a count of three. One, two, three and go!

Right, left, right, left.

Come round to the right. ROUND TO THE RIGHT! Oh!

God! Having fun, Tom?

Are we having fun, Tom? Well, you may be, Ben,

but I'm busy marvelling at the contribution egg-and-spoon racing makes to police work (!)

Come on, up you get. LOVELL: Need another egg?

BIRD CAWS

Beats slashing after-eight charges in the office, sir. Yeah.

Afternoon, Penny.

Very sorry to have disturbed.

Stabs you through the heart, that look. Poor woman!

Time she accepted you've nothing to answer for, sir. Would you, George?

In her position?

OK, team, let's hear from Captain Galsworthy.

We'll be going inside for some role-play work shortly,

but before we do that, Sergeant Lovell?

Right, teams of three this time.

Two pairs of handcuffs for each.

GASPS OF SURPRISE

DOG BARKS

Don! Oh! Afternoon, Mr James.

Thought I'd make your day. Bacchanalia, 4:30 at Coombe.

Great odds. Stable boy at Ringlands says he can't lose.

If you're quick, you can still go and put one on.

Oh, the Colonel wouldn't like it.

He's dug in at the woods, playing soldiers with George.

Yeah, well, Dale's due back.

Is he? Well, I can check him in.

Go on.

DOG BARKS

Go on, go for it.

Well done, team. Handcuffs back to me, please.

OK, team, we're stranded. We'll come back to your log.

That won't work. Positive thinking!

We won't all fit on, John. Think teamwork, Tom. We can do it.

Trust, trust, trust. Ready, Ben?

Ah, well... I er... You first. I wouldn't do it, Jones.

Ignore him, Ben.

Jones, you are a...

(ALL THREE CRY OUT)

(CHUCKLES)

Sorry, sir. Aargh!

BUZZING

Nina keeping her spirits up?

She's doing fine, thank you, sir. Good. Give her my best, will you?

Sir. Bye now, George.

Why don't you stop saluting and tell him exactly where to shove his job?

In fact, his whole haulage business? Don't start, love.

Mum tells me that you weren't home till dawn.

So?

Where do you go all night, love?

What's it got to do with you? We worry, Layla.

Dad, if you'd once stood up for yourself with the Parkeses,

I wouldn't be stuck here,

cleaning toilets and wiping up stale beer for a living!

CHOIR SINGS: # Forth they went together

♪ Through the rude wind's wild lament

♪ And the bitter weather

♪ Sire, the night is darker now

♪ And the wind blows stronger

♪ Fails my heart...

That looks nice. Especially for you, Soldier.

Can you see the hook, just there? Yes.

Oh, perfect! And can you put that up?

♪ Thou shalt find the winter's rage

♪ Freeze thy blood less coldly

Oh, that looks lovely. What about um...this here?

♪ CAROL CONTINUES OVER TV

Are you going out again?

I forgot to check the gates at the centre were locked.

TV: "Coming up in half an hour, Ant And Dec's Christmas Special.

Before that, though, a chance to wallow in nostalgia

as we explore Christmas past and Christmas presents!"

CAROL MUSIC SWELLS

Is that your father? Yes. The Halseys have been soldiers for generations.

You were never tempted by a military career, then?

Youthful rebellion, and all that!

It's comforting to think that his values and mine are united.

Well, in a way,

turning this house over to soldiers less lucky than he was.

What does your family think of you living in the servants' quarters of your own home?

My only daughter died in childbirth. Oh, I'm so sorry.

Oh, a long time ago now.

I'm sure she would have approved, though. Like me, she married a military man.

HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE

HORN HONKS

Wow! Isn't it lovely! Daisy! Daisy.

I thought we'd go to my private penthouse.

Don't want to disturb the old man, do we? (LAUGHS)

SLEIGH BELLS RING

TV: "My dreams were disturbed by visions of what is going on."

(YAWNS)

"And then the great day arrived."

"Daddy! Daddy!"

"Like all other children, they don't know what to do first,

with so many presents all around them, so many things to play with."

(SIGHS)

PERSISTENT RINGING

All right, all right!

RINGING TONE

RINGING CONTINUES I'm coming! I'm coming.

CHILD ON TV: "Oh, how beautiful!" Hello? Parkes Freight.

Hello? LINE GOES DEAD

SLEIGH BELLS RING ON TV

TV: "But Santa made a grave mistake.

He left a railroad train for Jackie.

He should have left it for Daddy,

because fathers and mothers never grow up - not on Christmas!

Merry Christmas, everybody." SLEIGH BELLS RING ON TV

"Merry Christmas to all!"

GLASS SHATTERS

FLAMES CRACKLE

Great session, well done.

A hand for Captain Galsworthy!

Many thanks. I hope you've all managed to get something out of it.

You all have a very good journey home.

It's going to hurt in the morning. Interesting day, Ben, yes?

Thought provoking, sir. "John". Good.

What about some spontaneous peer evaluation?

Sir? "John". How do you rate Tom's teamwork, on a scale of 1 to 10?

Is, er, 1 top or bottom, sir? Bottom.

We talked about honesty, Ben. We're all on the same side, remember?

10.

Now, come on. No-one's perfect.

Yeah, OK. 9, then. Really? Well, 8 is as low as I'll go.

In my view, Tom has shown some reluctance

to buy into our team scenario.

Yes.

That's because...

Because...?

Carry on, Ben. This is good. Open up. Have your say.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Excuse me. PHONE CONTINUES TO RING

Because he thinks it's rubbish, sir. John.

Jones. Sorry. What's up?

MURMURS

Are you sure you're OK, love? Yes, I'm fine, honestly.

Now, come on. I want the medics to check you out. OK, but I'm really just cold.

SIREN WAILS

Right, golden hour actions: elimination of known offenders.

You've had a similar incident of arson recently.

Yeah, Poulter the pyromaniac, but I'm fairly sure it wasn't him.

Fuzzy logic, Tom. Gut instinct can let you down. Systems won't.

We banged Poulter up last Wednesday, sir.

Ah, right. Well, this is a great moment to do live process checks.

What I'll do is, I'll...I'll see you guys later.

Chief Inspector, this is my son and business partner, James.

Colonel. Mr Parkes. All right?

Shall I get a sit rep from the Senior Fire Officer, sir?

Yeah, you do that. Were you here when the fire started?

I was in the house. Jamie was in the grain store with...with a friend.

We could've bloody fried in there! It's a flat the drivers used to use.

James has been staying there since he came home.

Home from where? France. Starting to wonder why I didn't stay.

How's the watchman? Oh, he's not seriously hurt.

The hospital are keeping him overnight, running a full service.

Shame he wasn't giving us one!

James, have you any reason to believe that you were the target?

No. I just noticed your eye.

I got drunk last night. Walked into a door.

SFO says it's OK to go in, sir.

Excuse me.

He doesn't remember me. Leave it, Dad. I'll look after her.

I went to school with James Parkes. Right little prat he was, too!

Hey! Hey, who's that?

Structure looks sound. No sign of a white transit.

Oh, erm, George Barkham, my yard manager. DCI Barnaby.

You ex-TA too, eh? Sir.

Terrible mess! Well, no-one was hurt, anyway.

Any idea how it happened, sir? SFO thinks arson, sir.

No! They've already found traces of chlorate and sugar

and wiring fused to the axle of the truck.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I've got jobs to lay off or cancel before the morning. Yes.

Come on. Sir.

We'll need someone here overnight. Sorted, sir.

And we need interviews with the watchman and the driver of the truck.

They're father and son. I've arranged a visit for the morning. Very thorough. Just doing my job.

Jones... Yes, sir?

I'm not going to get you tarred and feathered and sent to Traffic, all right? You're not?

No. I thought I'd dropped you in it with the Boy Wonder, sir.

Well, yes, you did. But your candour merely hastens the inevitable.

MUSIC ON STEREO: # See an open door

♪ Find a way into your heart...

I'll give you my own personal medical examination later. (GIGGLES)

This is no time for champagne, son.

And...the young lady should be getting home.

Daisy's staying over, actually.

You and I have work to do. Ah, give it a rest, will you, Dad?

SWITCHES MUSIC OFF

There's a taxi waiting outside. I said I want her to stay!

I'm sure you understand. I'll go. I'm sorry about what's happened.

I'm sorry, Mr Parkes.

If you know anything about all this...

Me? I'm a victim here! Nothing to do with your...girlfriend problems?

I'm not the one with the problems, Dad, remember?

I'm not used to being under attack on my own premises, Jamie!

I'd at least like to know what kind of threat we're facing.

Fine! You can tell me as soon as you've worked it out!

SWITCHES STEREO ON, TURNS UP VOLUME

♪ I don't know why... ♪

I just heard about your fire on the news, Tom.

Oh, yeah? I must've driven past there minutes before it went up!

Oi! Get off. Oh, it's good. Good, that.

Do you know what happened yet? Well, it wasn't an accident.

We know that much.

How was your carol singing? Tiring!

Caroline says that the concert is nearly a sell-out already. Ooh!

All we need now is someone of local stature

to present the cheque on the night.

Oh, all right! Flattery will get you everywhere.

Actually, I've asked Superintendent Cotton.

He was charming! Just waiting for confirmation.

BIRD CRIES

Here.

It was fantastic, you know, Caro.

The roar of the flames, the heat...

Like Hell's fire!

Penny, this has to stop!

It'll never stop.

Not till I'm dead.

Or he is.

Yeah. Right, OK. Yeah. Thanks.

Don't look now, sir, but we're being watched. Where?

One o'clock. Big man in red.

Oh, you're full of fun today, Jones (!) I like Christmas, sir.

That was Forensics. They've found pieces of the detonator for the bomb: a 24-hour clock.

So it could have been planted any time up to a day previously.

Yeah. Won't make our job any easier. Positive thinking, Jones. Positive thinking!

See you later.

Mr Parkes! I just wanted to see how Don was getting on.

Problem with that?

Thank you.

RACING COMMENTARY ON TELEVISION

Police, Dad.

How are you feeling, Mr Mitchinson?

Not bad. Could be worse. Mr Parkes was just telling us there was a bomb under my truck.

Yes, that is correct. Dale, your last run was to Marseilles, yes?

Yeah, we go regular for a feed company.

Can you tell us, please, what happened during the 24 hours before you arrived back?

It's all in the log. No - you tell me.

Well, I left Marseilles about six,

drove up far as Paris, stayed in the cab overnight

and did the crossing um... about ten-ish the next day.

Did you leave the truck while it was being loaded?

No way! Too many foreigners about.

Was the truck checked by customs at Dover?

Yeah, Dover and Calais. Load check, mirrors, sniffers - the works.

And you checked Dale back into the yard at what time?

Just after three - about ten past. Wasn't it, Dad?

Yeah, that's right.

And there were no strangers in the yard during the afternoon or evening?

No unexpected occurrences?

No. Well, only the phone call.

"Divine intervention", the Colonel said.

If it wasn't for that call, I could've gone up with that garage.

Who was the call from? Don't know. Well, they rang off when I picked up.

The bomb must've been planted this side of the Channel.

Dale didn't make any stops or leave the truck after he'd made that crossing.

It's hard to see anyone had the opportunity to plant a bomb at all, isn't it?

He was nervous. And his father was even more so.

Lucky break for him, anyway.

Fate, Jones - or the arsonist.

Maybe...maybe the bomber wanted to make sure Mitchinson wasn't harmed.

How was Don? Fine, yeah. Nothing wrong with him that a bet or two wouldn't cure (!)

Erm, by the way, I've been meaning to ask...

Erm, did you see a van in the garage yesterday afternoon?

Long-wheel-base Transit. It was gone when I got back from the woods,

before the explosion. No, I didn't see it.

Oh, well, I'll ask Don. It's just a van, Dad!

It's probably one of the drivers'. What's the problem?

A bomb went off in the garage, Jamie, a matter of hours later -

Fine, fine, fine. I'll check it out.

OK, yes. Thank you.

They're pretty sure the tread's from a standard-issue army boot.

Not your little blonde, then? Also...

..particles of ash mixed with earth in the tread pattern.

Proving the wearer was here after the explosion.

Got to be the firestarter, hasn't it?

Why use a timer when you're planning to attend the event, then?

Some of them like to watch, don't they?

And if he is army, he might know something about bomb making.

We need the boots from the Centre - all of them. The instructors' and the recruits'.

Meanwhile, the question is not just the how, but also the why.

He's no soldier, but I wouldn't put it past James Parkes, sir - for the insurance, maybe.

Our finance checks say the business is sound.

Nothing sound about sonny Jim, sir. I'd put money on it.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

Police have some questions, Dad. I've gotta be somewhere.

Er, no, Mr Parkes. I'd appreciate your input too, if you'd be so kind.

Do you know of anyone who might have had a reason to harm you or your business?

A rival company, perhaps?

Or a disgruntled employee?

I cut out some dead wood when I first got back.

Did you? Can you give us some names?

With respect, sir - the "dead wood" was all loyal employees.

None of them would think of harming the Colonel or his business.

I see. No family feud?

Neighbourhood dispute?

Abandoned lovers?

Caroline Halsey's hardly a friend. What, her at the Manor?

She's not an enemy either, Jamie.

Well, that's me out of ideas (!) Can I go?

Don't go far, Mr Parkes. We'll need to talk to you again.

Why would he suspect Ms Halsey?

She's my late wife's mother, Jamie's grandmother.

There's no love lost between them.

Jamie's here, Tim.

You shouldn't have come. I wanted to check the merchandise.

We're meeting the buyer for that one at five, usual place.

I'll be delivering the Bugatti around midnight. Tonight?

What about the police? You're stupid to even think about it! Ed's right.

Can't keep the customers waiting, people. And there's plenty of them!

You'd better go.

Jamie! You're unscathed. You sound surprised (!)

More...disappointed.

I've given your name to the police, you know. Oh, come on!

You can't think I'm the only soul round here that wishes you a terrifying comeuppance.

Screw you, Grandma.

STARTS UP ENGINE Caroline?

What was he doing here? Yes, Tim - what WAS he doing here?

Problem with his car.

That's the girl we saw last night at the yard.

BRAKES SCREECH

Hello. I'm DS Jones and this is DCI Barnaby.

What's your name? Layla...Barkham.

Any relation to... George? Yep - my father.

So, what were you doing at the haulage yard last night?

Looking. Is that a crime (?)

Layla, we'd like a word about James Parkes. One word? "Devious".

More would be better.

Jamie uses people.

Since he got back from France, he's ripped off, hurt or upset half the village.

Who specifically has he hurt? Try the Galsworthys.

Their daughter Gilly was a friend of mine.

He started on her as soon as he came home

and she fell for it all the way.

They'd only been going out a couple of weeks. She got pregnant.

That's when she found out who James really cares about.

What, he dropped her? Huh! And the rest.

Denied it was his. Made out Gilly was a slut.

(SIGHS)

She went to pieces.

Hanged herself in Calham Woods,

almost exactly two years ago.

That figures. She was such a cool person!

We were good friends.

What about Caroline Halsey?

James seems to regard her as some kind of enemy.

She was Gilly's godmother.

And what about you, Layla? What did James Parkes do to you?

He screwed us, like he does everyone else.

"Us"?

Just before Jamie came home,

my dad was going to be made a partner in the firm.

Then Jamie pitches up,

sweet-talks his dad...

Partnership goes to him, instead!

Is that why you firebombed his yard to get even?

If I wanted to hurt Jamie, I'd hurt HIM, not his truck.

If what you say is true, I'm surprised Colonel Parkes wants his son around at all.

Colonel's just like my dad - too forgiving.

Now, that's what I call genuine teamwork!

We had the feeling that you weren't convinced by our programme.

It wasn't your programme that failed to convince me, Captain. Sergeant.

I was hoping to talk to your wife, sir.

She's over at the Manor with Caroline Halsey.

Can I help? Shall I go, Tim?

I've no secrets from Ed, Mr Barnaby.

I understand that both you and Mrs Galsworthy

have very good reason to feel bitterly towards the Parkes family.

I don't hold James Parkes responsible for my daughter's death,

let alone the Colonel.

Blame, in my experience, can be an emotional, rather than a rational reaction.

I... (CLEARS THROAT) I admit that Penny persists

in the belief that James...

..that it was his fault that Gilly died.

But a bomb?

She wouldn't know where to begin.

But you would.

Look, the terrible fact is that Gilly was no longer a child.

Penny and I had to let her go, had to let her make her own choices...

..however much we might regret them.

I'd known Gilly since she was a little girl.

Of course, I cared about her, but - Revenge is a very poor remedy for loss.

I think I can speak for both of us on that.

Why aren't you on boot duty?

I've got a load more at the station, too. This is my last stop.

Oh, and you asked for the list of locals with relevant previous, sir.

Apart from Mr Poulter, there's just the one.

Ooh!

BIRDSONG

Ms Halsey? I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby from Causton CID.

Joyce's husband. Yes. How can I help?

You can help by telling me if you made or planted the bomb

that exploded at Parkes' haulage yard last night.

(CHUCKLES) No! I didn't.

But you were arrested once for detonating an explosive device on Ministry of Defence property.

That wasn't a bomb! It was a mega firework!

All right. It's generally known

that I condemn war as a means to resolve conflict,

but I have absolutely no desire to cause anyone personal injury.

We believe that the bomber, the arsonist, could have been a soldier,

or someone dressed as a soldier.

I'd heard.

Your fire seems to need attention.

Would you mind?

Erm...? They belonged to Gilly.

I've tried to stop Penny,

but she's taken to dressing up in them in the evenings.

For what purpose? She's convinced herself Jamie is a sexual predator,

that he forces himself on vulnerable young women,

so she's started keeping watch.

Her "midnight manoeuvres", she calls them.

She intends to catch him red-handed.

And you don't disagree with her view of your grandson James?

My daughter lost her life giving birth to Jamie, Chief Inspector,

and almost from the first day,

he proved himself to be a self-serving, despicable human being.

But I really don't believe he ever forced himself on Gilly.

She loved him.

ENGINE REVS, TYRES SCREECH

Is he even old enough to drive? Old enough to have made his third million already this year.

FRANTIC REVVING

Yeah, man. She's hot. Everything you've ever wanted, mate.

Now all I want is my fifty grand.

BIRDSONG

The Chief Inspector needs to talk to you, darling.

He wants to know if I blew up Parkes's yard (!)

Indeed I do, Mrs Galsworthy.

James Parkes violated my daughter. He stole her life.

I wish I HAD started the fire.

I wish James had been consumed alive.

Ms Halsey here tells me that you have been following him.

Someone's got to. And that you were in the Yard last night when the fire started.

Daisy Fisher, the girl with Jamie.

17. Still at school.

Right. Tell me what happened.

Jamie was in the grain store with Daisy. I heard a phone ring.

Don went to answer it, then he came back out again and - bang!

Mrs Galsworthy,

I need your firmest assurance

that you will stay away from James Parkes...

and refrain from any further "manoeuvres".

All right. I promise.

♪ CAROL SINGERS: O Come All Ye Faithful

RINGS BELL

LAUGHTER AND CHATTER

(CHUCKLES)

♪ Come and behold him

♪ Born the king of angels

Ooh, the Mitchinsons strike it lucky!

♪ O come let us adore him

♪ O come let us adore him

♪ O come let us adore him ♪

Only two more.

What are you two doing?

We're trying to match all these with the prints found at the scene, sir.

I can see that, Ben. My point is, it's Tech Support's job,

so why are YOU doing it? Vomiting and diarrhoea, sir.

They think it was the pork pies at the Christmas do.

It's laid low the entire Tech department.

Fine. OK, I'll leave you to it.

I didn't know anyone was sick, sir.

All done. No matches.

I think you'll have more success with these.

Unfortunately, I'm inclined to doubt that the owner is, indeed, our arsonist,

but check 'em, anyway.

DOOR CLOSES

Did you um...find out about the van?

What?

Yeah, yeah. Turns out it's Dale's. Bought it a couple of weeks ago.

Needed some work, so he got a mate to drive it over

so Bill could have a look at it Saturday morning.

GENTLE CLASSICAL MUSIC ON STEREO

You drank the last of the Scotch?

No-one we've spoken to has a bad word to say for Colonel Parkes

and the opposite seems to be true for his son!

Here, William. Happy Christmas. Oh, thank you very much, sir.

But if James was indeed the target in the attack,

and if the murder was personal,

why explode a bomb in an empty lorry in the garage, eh?

I'm out of ideas, sir.

Positive thinking, Jones. Something'll turn up.

CRIES

WATER FLOWS

SPLASHING

Get in the car. No. I've got to go to work.

Get in the car, or I start talking about what you really get up to in Causton every night.

Body in a tool box, sir.

Some kids called it in first thing this morning.

They found it caught in the tree roots at the edge of the lake.

BIRDSONG

Morning, George. What you got?

Morning, Tom. Male in his forties.

Various bumps and bruises on the body

possibly consistent with a fight

and some lethal blunt-force trauma to the head.

So he was killed and... stuffed in the box!

Yeah. Best guess for now - two or three days ago.

He's been floating out in the lake all this while? Not floating initially,

but water encourages decomposition and putrefaction.

There's a lot of gas arises from that process,

which I suspect, in this case, got trapped, built up and he floated.

Nothing in the box on ID? No, sir. How did he get here?

We don't know. Discolouration on the upper body

suggests he spent time in foreign climes. Bag up!

James Parkes lived in France, sir.

What are you saying? That James knew him?

He was sporting a black eye the night we met him.

This guy's been in a fight. It could be thieves falling out, sir.

Did you see it? The body? No. Why?

I saw James again last night. Oh, Penny! You promised.

I was at home! Sleepless.

He was coming out of the workshop with Tim at three o'clock in the morning,

and there was someone else with him, in a van. Doing what?

He and Tim were arguing. Then he got in the van and drove off.

Perhaps it's got something to do with that man in the lake.

You can't think Tim's mixed up in anything?!

I've no idea what he's mixed up with.

What's this? Tim's army knife. I borrowed it.

For...?

Self-defence...or the defence of others. Emergencies do arise.

Thanks very much, madam. If the dead man's not local and we've got no ID, where do we start?

Get a photograph organised and pass it round the village. Sir! See if anyone recognises him.

Thank you. Let's concentrate on who he was and what he was here for.

Ooh! Boy Wonder at 12 o'clock - minus the silly grin.

Mayday, Mayday (!)

Give us a moment, Sergeant.

There was no tummy bug in Tech Support.

No, sir. I can take a joke, Tom, but the more serious point

is about tasking and man-hour allocation.

Yeah, but Tech Support, they're usually - It's clear I've failed to take you with me so far,

but I'm not giving up. We're going to do a real-time review of the inquiry.

All you and your team have to do is minute your activities

in quarter-hour segments for the next 48 hours.

Then I'll run up a CPA from the data.

Thank you, sir. You'll see. I'll make a believer of you yet!

Yes, sir.

Ben.

Are we busted, sir? I don't know, really.

What's that?

I'm not sure.

Nothing important.

Layla? What's wrong?

What happened? (SOBS)

(SOBS)

INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO

Colonel...

Chief Inspector! I was going to call about our war game in the woods tonight.

I'm afraid the...the woods are off limits until forensics are complete.

I'm sorry. But while I have you all here,

including you, Mr Parkes, please.

Thank you.

I'd like you to take a look at this. That's the man we found in the lake

and we think that he was killed the night before the explosion, the fire.

No-one I know. George?

No.

Sorry. Erm...can't help.

I hope you can, sir. We need to set up an incident room locally

and a room at your Centre would suit us nicely. MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Jones. Oh, one good turn, Chief Inspector...

Permission to do battle in the woods tonight? Highlight for the recruits.

Terrible shame to disappoint. I see. Yeah, all right.

I'll see if I can get an area cordoned off. I'll look into that.

Hang on. Sounds like a break, sir. Excuse me.

Oh, Jamie, erm... Wait a minute!

The dead man's car, sir.

George tells me Bill was at a family wedding all day Saturday.

What was Dale's van really doing in the garage the day of the fire?

Give me a break, Dad. I want to know, Jamie!

Now! OK, look.

Dale got talked into a dodgy loan, to pay for the van.

He called me in a panic from France,

said he needed to hide it for a few hours while the loan shark was sniffing around.

Why not tell me so? He asked me to keep it quiet.

Well, you're loyal to your friends, at any rate.

Yeah. Better get on, Dad.

INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO Understood.

A hire firm at Luton Airport reported the car stolen two days ago

when the hirer didn't turn up. I faxed over the photo, just in case.

We've got a name for the dead man, then? Yep. Alec Grainger.

He moved to Marbella from the UK 18 months ago.

He's no model citizen, either. He's got form for robbery, receiving,

deception with menaces...

A-ha!

A penalty notice - speeding, just outside Oxford, dated last month.

A copy of the appeal letter.

And he drives a classic Bentley.

Does he, now!

RAPPING AT DOOR

We need to talk. You got me out of bed.

Would you rather Barnaby did? Is this about the body they found?

Don't ask questions. I didn't sign up - Shut up and listen!

That way, no-one else'll get hurt, all right?

No... Sorry. I don't recognise him, either.

Well...how about this?

It's a late '50s S1 Continental.

Exactly. Are you sure you've never seen the car or the driver before?

Sure. OK. Well, thank you, gentlemen. I'll leave you to get on.

Splendid Bugatti! The Ferrari's gone to a good home, I hope?

Tidy these boxes, Sergeant, please. Will do.

I think that's everything you'll need, sir. Thank you. Very good. Just before you leave...

Sir? Please...

Your daughter tells us that James Parkes ruined your career and hers.

Is that true? Layla is...

You may not know, sir, but my wife was the victim of a hit-and-run accident.

Had it not been for Nina, her needs,

I would have fought James for that partnership.

Layla doesn't want to blame her mum for what happens...

So she blames the Parkes for it.

Even though the Colonel paid for everything -

private treatment, conversions to the cottage...

That was very generous of him. Mm.

And the driver was never identified? No.

You had no suspicions?

N-nope.

Sergeant, could you tell us, please, what you really know about Alec Grainger?

I don't know anything.

You are a man of conspicuous loyalty,

Sergeant Barkham,

but you are a lousy liar!

Ah, yes, I saw the man...

Grainger...last Friday, with James.

Where? At the yard, about six.

I heard angry voices

and I saw Grainger trying to push something into James's hand -

a large envelope.

Did you challenge him about it?

Oh, he would have lied, if I had.

I looked for the envelope the next day, in his desk, but no sign.

I knew he'd bring trouble to us all sooner or later, James Parkes.

Dad's out somewhere.

Not looking for your dad, I'm looking for you.

Mr James Parkes, I am arresting you for questioning

in connection with the murder of Alec Grainger.

I'm going to ask you again, Mr Parkes, whether you've ever met Alec Grainger.

He's the father of a girl I had a brief thing with.

Met him once, not long after I got back from France.

And? Grainger turned up at the yard last Friday

claiming Susan had a toddler in Spain that was mine.

He was trying it on, by the way. Nothing to do with me.

Two young women you have a "thing" with, both get pregnant

and none of it's got anything to do with you (?)

That's right.

Can we get back to Friday, please?

What happened next, Mr Parkes?

Well, he turned up at the pub later,

but I imagine that tart Layla's already told you.

Anyway, we walked into the woods to talk.

He wanted a grand a month child support, he said,

or his daughter was going to say I raped her. I said no.

He pulled a gun, we tussled. I ran away.

Did you know that Mr Grainger had a criminal record?

It doesn't surprise me. He did have a gun and a disagreeable manner.

Did you have any other mutual interests, apart from Susan?

A kind of business, perhaps? No.

When you say you "tussled"...? I was trying to get the gun out of his hand. He gave me the black eye.

And what did you give him? Nothing!

I mean, I may have landed the odd punch. He fell backwards,

hit his head on a rock or something. It gave me the chance to run away.

He was alive when I left him. Excuse me, sir.

What? It's urgent.

Interview terminated at 12:52pm.

I don't think James Parkes is your murderer, after all.

And how did you work that one out? I've identified two separate sets of wounds.

These facial bruises and abrasions

were incurred a good hour before the victim died. Most are slight.

Now, these later wounds are different:

blows to the head delivered with lethal force.

Any idea about the murder weapon?

Something unforgiving, blunt... Butt of a gun, perhaps?

So James came back later and polished Grainger off.

Except that from the angle of the various blows,

I'd say that the first assailant was left-handed

and the second, the killer, right-handed.

You're being bailed, not released, Mr Parkes.

Better stay out of trouble.

Is that an official warning or a personal threat?

Both.

DOOR CLOSES

OPENS BOTTLE, POURS LIQUOR

Thanks for all your help with the police, Dad (!)

I can't stop them questioning you, Jamie.

They let you go, anyway. Why wouldn't they? I didn't kill Grainger.

Don't you realise, son, everything comes with a cost?

Sooner or later, someone is going - You still don't get it, do you, Dad?

All your "truth, honour, loyalty and morals" crap!

It's the bastards who get what they want in this world,

not the good guys.

Terry! Yeah? This could be interesting.

What have you got there?

Get the ammunition boxes off and stack them by the CP over there.

Come on, lads. Careful! Careful! Chop, chop!

Soon as the tent's secure, get the CP cammed up. That's it, Private.

Let's get this show on the road!

We should talk to Layla again, sir. I'm surprised she hasn't told us about seeing James and Grainger.

Uh-huh. Nothing from France yet,

and nothing to connect James and Grainger, either.

But he has been going back, though, about once every eight weeks.

What about Grainger's daughter?

Gail is trying to call her now in Spain. Good.

Hey, look at this!

There.

Grainger appealed that speeding fine a month ago,

on the grounds that both he and his Bentley

were not in the UK at the time.

He's got a bill from a Spanish garage as proof.

Speed camera proves he's lying. Does it?

Thank you. James WAS lying, sir.

Susan Grainger isn't a mother or even pregnant.

And there's something else...

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

Coppers on the square, sir. I'll come straight to the point with you, Captain.

The dead man's daughter says that he bought his Bentley

- the one you'd never seen before -

from you two years ago.

Yes. I lied.

I should have told you I knew him straight away.

All right. Can we start again?

Did you see Mr Grainger at any time

on the day he died?

He came to the workshop that afternoon, about five.

He was interested in buying another car.

I agreed to contact him, if another one came up.

It's the last I saw of him, I promise you.

We know that when he left you, he went to visit James Parkes.

Do you know why he did that? No, sorry.

Where were you last Friday night?

I was in the workshop with Ed, finishing off a job.

He'll verify that. I'm sure he would.

What car?

Sorry? Was he looking for?

Oh, er... Another Bentley. R-type coupe.

Hard to find.

Platoon, atten-tion!

Good effort, everyone. It's 1600 now.

Meet back here at 1830.

Call the men out, Sergeant. Sir. Platoon, fall out!

Aren't you late for work? I called in sick.

Where are you going? Out.

♪ Good King Wenceslas looked out

♪ On the feast of Stephen

♪ When the snow lay round about

♪ Deep and crisp and even

♪ Brightly shone the moon that night

♪ Though the frost was cruel

♪ When a poor man came in sight

♪ Gathering winter fuel

♪ In his master's steps he trod

♪ Where the snow lay dented

♪ Heat was in the very sod

♪ Which the saint had printed

♪ Therefore, Christian men, be sure

♪ Wealth or rank possessing

♪ Ye who now will bless the poor

♪ Shall yourselves find blessing ♪

It's time to go home, Stephens. You're not allowed overtime.

Have a look at this first, sir. What?

I scanned in that photo of the speeding car and started diddling.

Oh, you started "diddling", did you?

Parkes's overalls.

Could this be connected with Grainger's visit to James Parkes?

How? And why cover it up with a paternity story?

The cleverest lies, Jones, are those we are already inclined to believe.

Well done, Stephens!

You go home now, have a mince pie.

♪ We Wish You A Merry Christmas

"Hi, this is James's phone. I'm busy."

It keeps going to his answerphone, sir.

Have you seen James, Mr Mitchinson? Down the pub, most likely.

Ta.

Layla's not there either, sir.

Legs apart. Get that butt in your shoulder.

The enemy have taken up position at the southwest of the woods.

Our objective is to take the position with the minimum of casualties.

Some people will lead the assault with a dummy patrol from the northeast. Colonel...

You and I, Sergeant Johnson... You underway yet?

The enemy are in position. We are preparing to advance.

Sir, we are looking for James. Have you seen him?

Not since this afternoon. Do you mind if I ask around?

The purpose of the exercise is to dislodge - One moment please, Captain.

DCI Barnaby would like a word. Thank you, Colonel. Sorry, Captain.

We're looking for James Parkes. Has anyone here seen him at all?

MEN: No, sir.

HIGH-PITCHED SHRIEKS

Come on, Jones. Veterans, fall in!

There's 80 acres of woods out here. You may need our help. Torches, Jones!

SHOUTED INSTRUCTIONS

SOBBING AND WAILING

(SOBS AND WHIMPERS)

Look after them, Jones. Come on, love.

(SOBS)

SOLDIERS: Sir...

Sir...

You'll stay with him tonight? Yeah. Let's get you home, sir.

I'll speak to you tomorrow, sir, if I may.

ENGINE STARTS UP

PHONE RINGS

Now, ladies, can you please tell me exactly why you were at the bird hide? Layla?

Jamie was waiting for me outside the pub this morning.

He told me to meet him there, or else. He wanted money.

"Or else" what?

Me and a friend, we've been going into Causton at night, for business.

Oh, yes, the sex-for-money business.

One night, Jamie saw me with a punter.

So he threatened to shop you if you didn't give him money?

Caroline saw me with him this morning. I told her everything.

She said she'd go with me, tell Jamie where to shove it!

Penny insisted on coming too.

I thought it was safer if I knew where she was.

And what was YOUR intention, Mrs Galsworthy?

I didn't go there to kill him.

I just wanted to see him off.

We went to the hide, like he said.

It was dark inside.

I tripped on some brambles and fell right on top of him.

It's the truth, Chief Inspector.

He was never the grandson I would've wished for,

but this is not the...end I would wish on anyone.

Well, you'll all have to sign formal statements before you're granted bail.

In the meantime, you'll be pleased to learn

you are all suspects in a murder inquiry.

He's been stabbed with a sharp implement, straight through the heart.

Time of death?

Well, he's barely cold. I'd say not before 3:30 or after six.

What've you got there? Murder weapon, sir. Gotta be.

They found it 20 feet from the hut.

That's an old Lewis clasp knife.

No soldier leaves home without one! And this?

SOCA found this in the wreckage of the truck at Parkes's yard.

I thought you might be interested. Bugatti.

You had a big win on the horses, didn't you, Don,

on the night of the explosion?

Did I? There's nothing wrong with that, is there?

No, no, but the young lady at the betting shop

told me just now that you barely got your bet on in time.

So, the question, Don, is...

..who was minding the yard?

Mr James was, sir.

HUM OF CONVERSATION

Where's Tom, Ben? His phone's off. I don't know. I'm waiting for a call.

So where are you going? Have a... Toilet, sir.

Ask him to call me, will you? Yes, sir - John - sir!

What are you doing here, sir?

You mean, "Why are we going back to the arson case

when we've got two unsolved murders on our hands?", don't you?

Well that...that's a fair question, Jones.

And is there an answer? Yes, there is.

I should have made the connection earlier...

between Dale's runs to Marseilles,

the speeding car in Oxford

- that wasn't Grainger's Bentley, by the way -

and Galsworthy's classic-car business.

I don't understand, sir. You don't? Well, neither did I.

Not until I saw the... the hubcap from the Bugatti

that the Forensics dug out of this lot.

Hang on, hang on, hang on. Could you rewind a bit, please?

Grainger bought his Bentley from Galsworthy.

It was a perfectly legitimate transaction.

But then he gets a speeding fine for an offence committed in Oxford,

on a day when he knew that both he and his Bentley were in Spain.

And yet the speed camera showed a car identical to his own.

So he smelt a rat and came to Calham Cross to sniff it out. Yeah.

Now, he visited James Parkes and Galsworthy

and concluded - correctly - they were both somehow involved

in stealing his car's identity to launder similar stolen vehicles in the UK.

Here, look, have a look at this. Come on!

So he's spotted the work of a fellow villain and tried to muscle in?

And where was the stolen car stolen? France?

Exactement! And shipped back in bits to the UK

in this - in Dale Mitchinson's lorry.

Look!

BUZZING

'Behind a false panel.'

So if you're right... What do you mean, "if"?

..and Captain Galsworthy's up to his neck in the car scam,

doesn't that make him and Lovell suspects for both murders?

I'm quite prepared to believe that, until James Parkes came back to Calham Cross a couple of years ago,

you ran a successful and perfectly legitimate business.

Yes, I did...but things went totally to pot when Gilly died.

I cancelled jobs... Lost some...

And then Jamie turned up with a car in bits

and a thin story about a friend who wanted it restored for cash.

Six weeks later, there was another car. And then another.

And you provided those stolen cars with false identities, yeah?

Identities stolen from people like... Alec Grainger.

(SIGHS) When his body was found, we were sure that James must have killed him.

Neither of us are murderers, Mr Barnaby.

But you are trained killers, aren't you? And bomb makers.

I planted the bomb.

The Captain was trapped. There was no digging himself out with Jamie Parkes!

Don't panic, I've got it all sorted.

I thought if I could make the Colonel ask more questions about what was going on...

Dale always stops for his breakfast at the cafe

and when they've got a special delivery, that's where James meets him.

That day, there'd been a road closure.

They couldn't get the truck to their regular unloading spot.

BEEPING

So they had to do it in the yard.

They drove it back to Dale's and delivered it here that evening.

You do know you could've killed Don Mitchinson?

There was a small risk, Chief Inspector.

Acting Chief Superintendent Cotton will agree with me when I say

that your lines of communication have strengthened throughout the day...

'But I phoned the watchman's hut to try and make sure he was out of the way in time.'

PHONE RINGS

All right! All right!

RINGING TONE

"Hello, Parkes Freight. Hello?"

BEEPING

So you blew up the truck, but that didn't stop James Parkes, did it?

Where were you both between four and 6:30 yesterday afternoon?

We finished the preparations at the woods by four.

Back to the house for supper, back to the woods for 6:30.

Can any anyone confirm that?

I am ready to pay for what I've done. We both are.

But we did NOT murder James.

I think he's telling you the truth, Inspector.

Tim confessed everything to me this morning.

I told him I'd leave him if he didn't.

He swears he didn't murder anyone. That is hearsay, that's not proof.

But I saw him and Ed arrive back from the wood.

Me, sir? Go on, Jones.

Yes, sir?

No time sheets. And no suspects, either. Am I right, Tom?

Well, we have solved the arson case, sir, and exposed a car-theft ring.

What about the two outstanding murders?

How many people have you interviewed? How many pieces of evidence have you collected?

Are you duplicating tasks? If you'd been filling in your timesheets -

We haven't had time to fill in the timesheets, sir.

This is my last day - Yes, I know, and I was hoping, sir,

to have the murderer behind bars by suppertime.

Thank you, sir!

What did the Boy Wonder want? He wanted to enlighten me.

But I may avoid that fate,

if we can make arrests for the murders before Father Christmas arrives.

Well, there's good news. The knife we found belongs to George Barkham.

Initials are etched into it.

And the bad news? It's not the knife that killed James Parkes.

The blade doesn't match the wounds.

We may have the key to the case here.

How does not having the murder weapon help us crack the case, sir?

Leadership, loyalty and love. They can be three very dangerous things.

One, two, three. (STRAINS)

Oh! APPROACHING VEHICLE

APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS

APPROACHING VEHICLE

INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO

KNOCK AT DOOR

You should go home to your family now, Sergeant.

I'd rather stay with you, sir. Family understands.

You're a good man, George.

My son...

..was not a good man. You looked for the best in him, sir.

What any good father would do. I let him down.

I let us all down. That's not true, sir.

You're here to arrest me for the murders? Yes.

No, wait... I told you, it was me, my knife. The Colonel - George!

My sword, Chief Inspector.

It was about 11:30 last Friday night.

I was in my study. Jamie burst in, covered in blood.

Said he'd been attacked in the woods

and um...and killed a man,

who was a violent criminal.

I went to the woods to find the body.

But he wasn't dead, was he?

'I needed to believe, you see.'

SCUFFLE

'The man was a blackmailer, a killer.

He'd pulled a gun, he tried to kill Jamie.

It was self-defence. All I was doing was protecting my son's innocence.'

And myself.

(GROANS)

(CRIES OUT IN AGONY)

FORCEFUL BLOW

THUD

I had the toolbox in my van.

'So you put the body in that toolbox and dragged it to the lake.'

Then you dumped his possessions somewhere, and his car.

I hoped the experience would scare Jamie - finally teach him a lesson.

But er... The fire.

I'd noticed a van parked in the garage the afternoon before.

I asked Jamie about it. As always, he had quick answers to all my questions.

I was nearly convinced.

'But then your Forensics people found the hubcap of the Bugatti.'

And then? I'd seen you talking to Tim down by the lake.

I guessed he must be involved somehow, so...

..so I confronted him.

Captain. Colonel.

I'm depending on your integrity as an officer and a gentleman,

in light of the current situation, to tell me what's going on.

But when I found out how many lies he'd told,

that he'd exploited the innocent as well as the guilty...

..I called Jamie,

asked him to meet me in the hide before the exercise began.

Sir, when you went into the woods,

did you intend to kill him?

No...

(SNIFFS) I wanted him to give himself up.

So, I'm here. Make it snappy, Dad.

I've got to go away for a few days. Don't worry, I'll be back.

I've talked to Tim.

So? We're in business.

You're a fraud, Jamie, and a thief.

And you've turned Tim and Ed Lovell and Dale into criminals, too!

Oh, yeah? Did that all by myself, did I (?)

This ends now. Leave me alone, old man!

We're going to the police. I'm going back to France. Not this time!

Dad, just let the hell go of me!

Your mother was the very best of people. I don't want to hear it.

How's it possible you're the worst?

And you don't even know the half of it do you, eh? Or do you?

What do you mean, Jamie?

All those good works for the Barkhams after the accident.

Was that really out of the goodness of your heart?

Or because you couldn't bear the thought

that it might just have been me who knocked her down?

Oh, no! Jamie...

I'll be seeing you, old man.

NO!

(CRIES OUT)

DOOR CLANGS OPEN

Your transport's ready, Colonel.

Don't pity me, will you, Barnaby?

No, sir.

Oh, Matt, I'm so very sorry.

I was wrong about him.

And you have nothing to feel sorry about.

If only that were true!

The difference between a parent's love and a grandparent's

is that a grandparent's is not unconditional!

Well, that's my Christmas Eve stuffed the wrong way up the chimney, sir.

How about yours? No, no! With me.

Paperwork.

ã1,327!

CHEERING

♪ God rest ye merry gentlemen

♪ Let nothing you dismay

♪ For Jesus Christ our Saviour...

Time-keeping, Tom! You've missed the handing-over of the cheque,

the big moment! Yes, sir, I'm sorry. But we have, as a result of good teamwork,

put the murderer behind bars.

So I'd heard - well done.

You may not be as pleased when you see the overtime figures, sir, in the new year.

We've been filling in your time sheets.

♪ From God our heavenly Father a blessed angel came

♪ And unto certain shepherds brought tidings of the same

♪ How that in Bethlehem was born the Son of God by name

♪ O tidings of comfort and joy

♪ Comfort and joy

♪ O tidings of comfort and joy ♪

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