All language subtitles for Midsomer murders s12e05

Hey.

On your feet, Thomas.
There's a good lad.

Whoops.

Go on, there's a brave lad.

Come on.

Yes, all right! That's enough
of that.

Ah, did you hear me, George?

What's going on?

Dunno. Saw the Compton sisters
walking past.

In a hurry.

Edward, what was all the noise
about?

It was a police car.
A police car!

Lunchtime menu?

I thought we'd have tomato and herb
soup today. It's nice and
refreshing.

This way.

What the hell...?

Come along. Hurry up.

Will you let us in, please?

Sorry. Can't. For goodness
sake, it's our property.

That may be the case, madam,
but it's now a crime scene.

Ridiculous...
Please, madam!

Morning, sir.

Thank you, Stephens. Thank you.

I said let us in!

Surely you know who we are!
I'm Hilary Compton.

We needn't explain ourselves.
This is my sister, Harriet.

Sir.

Yes, Jones.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby, Causton CID. Excuse me,
please.

And before anyone asks, sir.

His name's not Gulliver.

What is his name?

Richard Tanner, sir.

He lives local.

Who found him?

Bob Moss. He works here.

Well, one thing's for sure.

He didn't kill himself.

Where's forensics?
Bullard's on the way.

All those bits of string?
He'll love this.

STEPHENS: Stop!

In case you people have failed to
realise it. Harriet!

It may be the end of the season,
but we still have a business to run.

Wait!

Sorry, sir.

Right, that's enough. Let's go.

Please. Thank you.

You could have told us.

Guess what?

The police have found a body.

Here in the village.

A body?

Edward, that's terrible.

Are you having one of your jokes?

We heard a police car.

What do you mean, a body?

Whose body?

How do I know? Probably some poor sod
died of boredom.

When did you find him, Mr Moss?

Just after nine.

Did you see anyone else here?

No. Anyway, we don't open till 10.

He was trouble, but he didn't
deserve this.

How do you mean he was trouble?

Well, he used to trespass,
come in after hours.

Why?

It was his way. He didn't respect
private property.

Almost cost me my job.

Several times. Because I could not
keep him out.

Do you happen to know
his next of kin, sir?

Um...there's only his sister Jackie,
who runs the craft shop.

So when can I clean up
all this mess?

Can't leave it like this.

And them all covered in blood.

No, no, Mr Moss. Nothing is to be
touched.

And we'll need to talk to you again.
Where can we find you?

Well...I'll be in my workshop.

Looks like he received a penetrating
wound, right side, lower back.

So...we're looking for a weapon.

A knife, sharp tool.

Time of death?

We won't know until we untangle him.

What about the string and the pegs?

Yeah, it would have happened after
death.

I'd say he was attacked there
and dragged over here.

Where he could be tied up.
Yeah.

Some of these figures would have
been knocked over,

so whoever killed him must have
replaced them.

Yeah. Why?

♪ And on that tree
♪ And on that tree

♪ There was a branch

♪ The prettiest branch

♪ That you ever did see

♪ And the branch on the tree
and the tree in the hole

♪ And the hole in the ground
and the green grass grows all around
all around

♪ And the green grass grows
all around

♪ And on that branch

♪ There was a...nest

♪ There was a nest

♪ The prettiest nest

♪ That you ever did see

♪ And the nest on the branch
and the branch on the tree... ♪

Not for sale, I'm afraid.

I bet you're glad of that.

Yes, well, no, it...

doesn't look very seaworthy.

That's the idea. It's for the crazy
craft race.

The crazy what?

It's an end-of-season event at
Little Worthy, sir.

It happens every year.

It's the only bit of fun we have.

Are you Jackie Tanner?

Yeah.

I am Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby and this is Detective
Constable Stephens from Causton CID.

What's he done now?

I'm sorry. Who?

Richard. My brother.

Been upsetting the locals again,
has he?

Hmm!

Anyway, he'd had a couple of drinks
when he broke the windows of the
tea room.

But it was an accident.

He, er...was aiming at those naff
plastic tables they've got outside.

Ooh. He hates them. Well...he hates
anything that isn't real.

What is it? What's wrong?

Miss Tanner, I regret to inform you
that your brother, Richard Tanner,

is dead.

I am sorry to have to bring this news

to you.

What are you saying to me?

How can he be dead? He can't be.

How...?

His killing was unlawful. We believe
that he was murdered.

Please, no.

Not Richard.
Come on, sit down, Jackie.

Miss Tanner, of course...

I...have to ask you some questions.

These are very important.

When did you last see your brother?

Yesterday, maybe.

Early yesterday.

Did they kill him?

Who's they?

The locals.

Most of them hated him.

Did they? Why? What reason?

He, um...

He didn't want Little Worthy
changed in any way. He...

didn't like anything new.

So if someone suggested changes,
improvements...

He'd fight it.

Miss Tanner, where was your brother
when you last saw him?

That teacher...

Rebecca. That bitch would never
leave him alone.

He's my...half-brother, actually.

I loved him like a real brother!

Oh, Richard!

Where was this?

It was over there.

Looks as if he spent some time here
with someone last night.

These pegs are pretty standard.

They can be found in most hardware
or outdoor activity stores.

And the twine?

Arts and crafts shops.
Garden centres.

I need to move him soon, Ben, and
the whole place needs to be
searched.

We'll arrange it.

Don't forget the far table.

Please.

Oh, for God's sake.

Hardly anyone comes in here at the
best of times.

You know your father likes the
restaurant to be as welcoming as
possible, just in case.

What? With a dead body and police
everywhere?

Lay the table, please.

Would you like me to show you
how to fold a napkin

to make it look like a bird? I've
been learning how to do it.

You know your problem, don't you?

You've got a few of your pages
stuck together.

Oh, it's you!

I thought it was her. She doesn't
like me smoking.

Which one?

Harriet.
Oh, Harriet. Yes.

Is she a miss or a mrs?

She's always known as MISS Compton.

Never married.

Who'd want her?

And her sister?

Hilary? Yeah, she was wed once.

Years ago.

Still a young bride
when her husband died.

Went back to using her maiden name.

Still, they do all right for
themselves. I mean, they own half
the village.

And how long have you worked
for them?

40 years.

Not easy years either.

They're church people.

They didn't want a model pub in the
model village.

I had to argue until I was blue in
the face before they'd let me make
one.

If they had their way...

none of these figures would have
a smile on their face.

Mmmm.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

That's Arnold. In for a bit of a
spruce up.

Come on then.

What time did you leave here last
night, Mr Moss?

Ah, locked up at six.

Left about 6:45.

Home at seven.

And this workshop, this was locked up
too, was it?

Always is.

Do you have family, Mr Moss?

I never needed one.

Is there anyone who can confirm
what time you got home?

No.

Richard Tanner was stabbed some time
last night.

When was the last time
you saw him, sir?

I forget.
Ever seen him with any friends?

I don't think he had any.

Oh, come on, what about the local
schoolteacher?

Yeah, well...I did see him with her
once or twice.

Did you kill him, Mr Moss?

Me?!

Well, no, no...no.

No!

Well, you had good cause.

You said he almost cost you your job.

Yeah...I know, but...

Being out of work at your age...

could be difficult.

What's the matter, love?

Has Christa been rude to you again?

Just give it time.

Things will get better.

Since her mother left,
I'm all she has.

She's just a bit jealous,
that's all.

I couldn't be without you, Bernice.

Not now.

I couldn't bear it.

Miss Rix?
Yes?

Could I have a word, please?

I haven't seen Richard
for a couple of days.

Can you remember exactly when?

Well, I'd have to think about it.

Or where?

Oh, that's easy.

We went to the model village
together.

He wanted to get ideas
for the craft race.

Why are you asking me?

Richard Tanner's dead.

He's been murdered.

Moss? You spoke with Moss before
coming to see us?

Yes, Miss Compton.

That's disgraceful.

The man's responsible for what's
happened. He's brought it upon us.

All right, Harriet!

I'm sorry. Why - is he responsible?

Because he smokes while he's
working.

Even though we've told him not to.

And he insisted we open the model
village on a Sunday. I shall never
forgive him for that.

Get rid of him, Hilary. Get rid of
him now.

I can't! We need him.

Like we need death?

And blood spilled here on our
doorstep?

Maybe the Devil got him at last.

I remember him when I taught
at Sunday school.

In the days before...

Bible classes were a thing
of the past.

Harriet! I'm sure Mr Barnaby hasn't
come to talk about Bible class.

Even as a young pupil, he was always
causing disruption.

Well...

The Devil's children are renowned
for that.

I've nothing more to say.

I have things to do.

In many ways, Richard Tanner was
right. He simply wanted to protect
the village from change.

Do you think that could have been
the reason...to kill him?

No!

Have you got any idea who did
kill him?

Well...

No.

My family have lived at Little
Worthy for generations.

I love the place.

But as a tourist village,
it HAS to change.

Ah. Um...yes, I don't want to make
things worse for you, Miss Compton,

but the model village is out of
bounds to the public

for the time being. I'm sorry.

I thought it might be.

Do the locals know who was murdered?

Ah, not everyone. We haven't released
that information yet.

Then I wouldn't bother,
if I were you.

Knowing Little Worthy, they'll have
worked it out by now.

No!

No!

NO!

I think we should open up this room
a bit next year.

Put more of the tables outside.

The person who died?

It was Richard Tanner.

He'd been stabbed to death.

That's all this village needs.

Who's next, I wonder?

(DISTANT SINGING) # And on that
branch...

♪ There was a...nest

♪ The prettiest nest

♪ That you ever did see ♪

(DOOR BANGS)
This way, sir.

Injured Gulliver.

Ah, Miss Rix, this is Detective
Chief Inspector Barnaby.

Miss Rix.

Er...I was just about to lock up.
Go home.

Well, perhaps you could spare us a
moment or two before you go home.

If...if it's about Richard...

I can't even begin to think about it
right now.

Look, Miss Rix...we need to catch
his killer as soon as possible.

And we need...all the help
we can get.

I've spoken to Richard's sister,
Jackie Tanner.

And I bet she had all sorts of nice
things to say about me.

Well, she did mention...

Well, what she actually said was...

'That bitch would never leave
my brother alone.'

Oh, that's great, coming from her.

That cow is so possessive.

She's the one who wouldn't
leave him alone.

Were you and Richard Tanner lovers?

We were an item once.

Yes.

What went wrong?

He dumped me.

OK, so it hurt at the time.

I'm...

I can't really handle rejection.

Were you with Richard Tanner
last night?

In the model village?

No!

I've already told him.

I haven't seen Richard since...

Now, hang on.

I may hate what he did to me, but...

I wouldn't hurt him.

I could never do that.

Who could?

Lots of people.

Name one.

Well, for a start there's
Mike Johnson, from the gift shop.

Richard threatened him once.

For what reason?

The randy git tried it on
with his sister.

God knows why.

Would have thought she needed
livening up.

Did Richard have a girlfriend?

Well, there's that kid from
the hotel.

But I'd hardly call her
a girlfriend.

Why?

Because she's too young!

That's why.

It was probably just a friendship.

It's a nice lot of pictures
you've got here.

Oh...yes!

The children.

They're great. They love their
painting.

Why...Gulliver?

We always have a theme week.

Someone in the village thinks
of an idea and we do it.

Last week, it was...the old woman
who lives in a shoe.

The week before that, it was...

Oh, something.

So, who...suggested Gulliver?

Ah...

I think it was Edward Palfrey
from the hotel.

Look...I really do need to get home!

Miss Rix...

How would you characterise
Richard Tanner?

What would you say? That he was a...

big man in a small world?

Well...

Yes.

With his way of expressing himself,

he certainly was too big for
Little Worthy.

Why do you ask?

Because...

that is how Richard Tanner
was found.

Tied down.

Allowed to bleed to death.

And no-one there to help him.

Today has been terrible.

All we've sold is one pair of oven
gloves.

Oh, and one joke skeleton.

Almost no passing trade.

One of the policemen bought the
skeleton.

You could say Richard Tanner had it
coming, Kate.

He did upset a lot of people.

Upset them enough to kill him?

I was saying to Mike we should have
a Mystical Moments grotto next
season.

In the corner of the garden.

Some people like all that weird
stuff.

Where's that box of cinnamon
candles?

In the storeroom.

Well, I want them in here.

Tonight still OK?

Oh yeah.

On the shelf by the window.

Christa.

Christa!

Bernice has finished your sea nymph
costume.

It looks wonderful.

Christa.

We realise you're upset. But please
open the door.

Please talk to us.

Just piss off!

Can I help?

Yes, I'm looking for Michael Johnson.

Oh, that's me.
Ah. Afternoon, sir.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby
from Causton CID.

Oh, right.

It's, er...it's about Richard Tanner.

You knew him?

Well, of course, yeah.
Poor old Richard.

He was certainly part of the
village.

Yes, yes...

Did you like him?

No.

But like most people, I put up
with him.

Yeah, I understand you had a little
argument with him quite recently.

A what?

About his half-sister, Jackie Tanner.

Who told you that?

Yeah, well, did you have the argument
or not?

Well...it wasn't exactly
an argument.

He just told me to, er...

Well, leave his sister alone.

He didn't want her getting hurt.

And did you...leave her alone?

I wasn't exactly interested
in the first place.

Mr Johnson, would you mind telling me
where you were last night?

(Or is that a problem?)

Not at all. No.

Um...I went to bed about 12.

Before that?

Well, I was working late.

Building a craft for the race.

Out in the forecourt.

Er...the race can still go ahead,
can it?

Oh, yes, providing it doesn't
interfere with our investigations.

Yeah, it's the one village fun day.

Wouldn't want to lose that.

I'm going to be Neptune.

What do you think?

Thank you, Mr Johnson. Thank you
very much.

I'm sorry, but she still won't
open her door.

Can we help?

I believe she was seeing Richard
Tanner?

Seeing him?

Surely not. She's still only
a child.

Obviously a very upset child.

Well, only because we knew
the poor man.

He'd come here to eat and
Christa always liked to serve him.

He used to make her laugh.

Almost two of a kind.

In what way?

Well, let's just say that...

they're the sort who never
really fit in.

He used to go his own way and...

Christa's always been, well...

difficult.

But she'll grow out of it.
You always said she would.

So when was Richard last here?

Yesterday evening. He had just
a bar meal.

What sort of mood was he in?

His usual self, joking and stuff.

And Christa was in all evening?

No.

She went out later.

She's got a couple of schoolfriends.
They've been making plans about the
craft race.

What time did she get back?

Ah...quite late. Long after we'd
closed.

I'd gone to bed early.

Leaving me to tidy up as usual.

Just one wound,

but it was enough.

Penetrated the liver and the gall
bladder.

Maybe he was turning away
as the blow was struck.

Yes.

The shape of the wound is the shape
of the blade.

Roundish.

So the weapon you're looking for
has a blade...

..four to five inches in length.

With a diameter of 16mill.

Which is five eighths of an inch
in old money.

Like a stiletto.

How much force was used?

None was needed.

As I've said so many times before,

our creator was guilty of a few
design faults when he made human
beings.

Vital organs too close
to the surface of the skin.

Oh, but George, he gave us a brain
to compensate.

That was the biggest design fault
of all.

Christa.

I'm so glad you've come down.

I'm going to my country dancing
class in a while if you want to come
with me?

You must be joking.

No.

I wish I knew what my dad
sees in you.

He...

Well, we love each other.

You don't even know
what that word means.

Because it's not just smiley faces
and all that happy ever after crap.

It's hell.

It hurts.

That's the way!

And sway.

Right, Steve, let's have you
on the floor.

But I can't dance.

Course you can!

Take your partners for the
Cumberland Square Eight.

Mmmm!

What a sickly pong in here.

I don't know how you put up with it.

Do you know, I don't even notice it
any more.

Well, I do.

It's amazing.

You're the only man I know...

who smells like a poof,

and shags like a rhino.

Right.

Come here.

Well done, Steve.

What was that?

I didn't hear anything.

It sounded like the letterbox.

At this time of night?

It couldn't have been
the letterbox.

It must be the dustbin lids.
I told Moss to fix them.

I told you so.

Oh...

Wait.

It must have come through the door
and rolled under there.

What on earth can it be?

Oh, thanks, Steve.

Just put it down there.

I love what you've done
to this shop.

It's...

Well, it has such a comforting
feel to it.

Good. I'm glad you like it.

There's not much comfort in Little
Worthy at the moment.

End of a lousy season and police
all over the place.

Mmm.

I hope I didn't make a fool
of myself last night.

No, of course not. You were fine.

I'd much rather be running a shop
like this than a tea room.

Well, I'm glad someone
appreciates it.

Mike doesn't.

He says it's all a bit too fussy
for him.

I'm afraid he's not a buttons
and bows man.

He scares me sometimes.

Why?

I just don't know
what he gets up to.

It feels so good to touch,
doesn't it?

Sad, really.

I have so many glamorous things
to wear.

Exotic things,
some people might call them.

Naughty things.

But I've no-one to wear them for.

How much do I owe you for this?

Oh, Detective Sergeant,
please come in.

Thank you for coming.

No problem.

We...we would have contacted
you last night, but it was late.

Which means we've had to spend the
whole night worrying about it.

Worrying about what?

This!

It was put through our letterbox
last night without so much as a
by-your-leave.

See, that's the sort of person we
have to deal with in this village.

Down there.

Thank you.

Christa?

I'm Tom Barnaby.

Are you a policeman?

Ah yes, I am.

But I'm not a bad person.

I love the costume.

Ah...

Christa.

May I...

talk to you a little bit about
Richard Tanner?

I believe he was a friend of yours?

We were more than friends.

We were lovers.

And were you with him...the night
before last?

The night he died?

Yes.

Where was this?

The model village.

A strange place to meet, wasn't it?
A model village, late at night.

No. Not really.

We liked it there.

We used to climb over the wall...

have a smoke,

make love.

He used to say the model village had
more going for it than the real one.

He was right.

We were going to go away together.

Were you? Where to?

Dunno.

Somewhere.

Christa, what time exactly did you
leave the model village that night?

Must have been just after 12.

Did you see anyone else there?

No.

And didn't Richard want to leave
with you at the same time?

No.

He said he wanted to finish
his smoke.

I wasn't happy about that.

Why not?

Cos I didn't like letting him out
of my sight, that's why.

I hated it when he saw other women.

Especially that creepy teacher.

Christa, how can you talk like this?

You just stay away from me.

I loved him.

All right?

So don't go on about him being
too old for me.

Because who are you to talk?

Bernice is half your age.

She cares about me and she cares
about you!

And you only managed to pull her
because she's three tomatoes short
of a salad.

Look at you.

Who else would want you?

I'm sorry about this, Mr Barnaby.

He was shoved through their
letterbox?

Yes.

Well...I suppose it could be kids.

Why kids?

They sometimes nick 'em.

Course someone could have found him
in the street.

Decided to return him.

Now, what do you want to go
wandering off for, eh?

Ha!

Right.

Better brush you up a bit.

Ah...thank you...Mr Moss.

You can have this back when we've
finished with it.

But he belongs here!

The Compton sisters.

Do they have anything to do with
the craft race?

Hilary does.

Not Harriet.

She hates it.

Thank you.

Oh...

Robert!

You were talking to the police again
behind our backs, weren't you?

Eh?

I watched you.

What else could I do? He came here
asking questions.

I've only two things to say to you.

Firstly, you're paid to take good
care of our property.

Ah...I do take good care of it.

Secondly...when we reopen
next season,

your services may no longer
be required.

Here you go, sir.

One bodkin.

Could have belonged to the victim.

It's the sort of tool he'd use.

But why keep it with him?

Maybe you should ask the sister.

She uses them too.

Thank you.
Thank you, sir.

If someone worked here long
enough...

do you think they could go
slightly deranged?

This was dumped on the Compton
sisters last night.

Freaked them out.

And that feller, Moss.

He was talking to it
like it was real.

If you get on board, I'll drive you
there.

I'm not getting towed through
the streets.

I'm supposed to be the Queen
of the Nile. Remember?

How could I forget?

Hi, Trev.

You look fantastic.

Ohh! Thank you.

We'll walk.

I was thinking you look stupid
enough, but you should see what your
friend Kate's wearing.

She's not exactly...my friend.

Makes her look even more of a slag.

Still...I expect that appeals
to you.

Tom.

Has it changed much since your
last visit?

No!

It's as crazy as ever,

Would the Vikings take to their
vessel, please?

Why is it that the British love
dressing up

at the slightest opportunity?

Because we lead such drab lives
for the rest of the time.

HILARY: And the Wind in the Willows,
please!

You know, someone with your
reputation shouldn't be in charge of
kids.

You're poisonous.

What are you talking about?
I'm talking about my brother,

and the way you've maligned him ever
since he got rid of you.

Well, that's not really the kind of
thing I need to hear now.

You made it very bad for him,
do you realise that?

Then you should have made a better
job of tying him to your apron
strings, shouldn't you?

because that must have been the way
you liked it.

Used to make me wonder about
you two.

Well, perhaps you'd better spread
that round the village as well.

Hello, Ben.

Mrs Barnaby. Sir.

Hey.

I'm surprised you're not
taking part.

In this weather? Nooo!

Quick, Edward, quick! Come and look
at this.

Come on, Christa, you can do it.

I just know you're going to win.

I'll be cheering for you
all the way.

Oh, for God's sake, leave me alone,
will you?

I'll remind you of the rules.

The first fully manned vessel to
reach the far side of the lake,

in a straight line, is the winner!

And good luck to everyone.

Whoa! Hold on.

You know, I think it's the people
who are crazy, not the boats.

You're right.

Ahhh! No!

Let's see the finish. Look, we can
go over the bridge.

It's the long way round, that.

Come on, Ben.

It's not far, I don't think.

I'd say that one blow with this
thing would be enough.

At any rate...

one of the tines entered her heart
at an angle.

She'd have died instantly.

Tom, why so sharp?

It's not as if it was designed for
mortal combat.

Or was it?

What is it, Hilary?

What's wrong with you?

How could such a thing happen?

It's OK.

Whoever did it could have killed
more people.

I was alone there before I saw you.

I could have been attacked.
But you weren't.

So...just stop thinking about it.

Who'd fancy you now?

Mr Johnson.

Now, sir...you see what it was that
killed her, can't you?

Please. No, no, no.

Not me.
Why not, Mr Johnson?

King Neptune with a taste for
the ladies.

It was your party piece. Your murder
weapon.

Yeah, but...but I already told you
that I lost it when we collided.

Who was near you at the time?

I don't know! I mean...

You know, it was chaos.

I mean, young Christa.

Why would I want to harm her?

The trident.

Where'd you get it from?
Who made that?

Jackie, in the craft shop.

She made it for me.

OK, Mr Johnson, you can go,

but whatever you do...
do not leave the village.

Thank you.

Even to this day, I fail to
understand your relationship with
the Good Lord.

If it lives, criticise it,

if it dies, pray for it.

It seems to be your only pleasure
in life.

And I suppose you've nothing
to pray for?

Think back, Hilary.

If you dare.

Why would someone want
to kill that kid?

Well, she was with Richard Tanner
the night he died.

Maybe the killer saw her as some kind
of witness.

I'm checking out Tanner's place later
on today. Can you meet me there?

Right.

You see, Jones.

You look at this, you'd think you're
in some kind of rural paradise.

And how wrong you'd be.

It's all right, Robert.
You can smoke.

I don't suppose there'll ever be
another race, not now.

Because Little Worthy will never be
the same.

And you looked so pretty standing by
the lake today.

Thank you, Robert.

Such a dreadful thing to happen.
Such a waste of a young life.

We get to an age where we hope to
forget all the bad and the sad
things of the past.

But the reality is that nothing ever
goes away.

There's always new things to haunt
us, to worry us.

I remember...

one time that wasn't so sad.

Didn't last long, though, did it?

Hello!

Hello.

Mr Palfrey, um...

I can't tell you how very sorry I am
about Christa's death.

I have a daughter myself and I...

I know this will be of...small
consolation to you,

but we are determined to find the
person responsible for this.

When I first heard the news,
I thought it was an accident.

That would have been bad enough
to cope with.

But to learn that she'd
been...murdered.

But why?!

Who would want to kill her?

She was four years old
when my wife left us.

I've looked after her ever since.

Anne Marie.

My wife.

She went off with the rep
from the brewery.

I could never understand why she'd
do such a thing.

But...

at least I have Bernice.

I couldn't have managed without her.

I advertised for...

help here at the hotel.

She applied.

And I'm convinced that Christa
was beginning to accept her
at long last.

Mr Palfrey...

Mr Palfrey...do you mind if I took
a look at..

Christa's room?

It may help with our investigation.

Thank you.

Not exactly house-proud
was Richard Tanner.

Hmm-mm!

This man...

and Christa.

There's got to be something else
that links them.

Keep going back to the model village.

Why, why...?

They were there together.

Yes...

I somehow feel...there's more
to that place.

Now why do I feel that?

Sir.
Hmm?

Now that's the sort of stuff you'd
get at the craft shop, isn't it?

Miss Tanner.
I, um...

I decided it was time
to come round and...

straighten the place up.

The least I could do for my brother.

Miss Tanner...

We realise this is the sort of stuff
you use at your craft shop,

but do you ever sell any of this
on at all?

Yes.

To Mike Johnson.

He needed to use the pegs
on his boat.

They should have stopped that stupid
race years ago. Now look what's
happened.

We were told you talked to the
schoolteacher.

It...

didn't sound like a very happy
conversation.

Oh, that's because I can't stand
the cow.

You made the trident for Mike
Johnson.

Why were the points so sharp?

That's how he wanted them.

Mr Moss!

I have to remind you, sir, this is
still a crime scene.

It's still out of bounds.

Sorry. Old habits.

I'm used to making sure all's well
before it gets dark.

Out you go.

Mr Moss, Bernice...

from the hotel.

You a good friend of hers?

Well, not really, no.

Only I saw the pair of you down by
the lake today.

And she gave you more than a friendly
peck on the cheek, didn't she?

Hah! Ah, she's a daft young thing.

She'd kiss just about anyone
if she was happy.

She's always like a kid at a party.

Mmm.

That...wasn't much of a party today,
was it?

No, it was not.

Er...just before you go, Mr Moss.

Your employers, the Compton
sisters...

It's a very impressive house they
have, isn't it?

Ohh, yes. A fine old place.

It is.

I saw some...graves when I was
over there.

You know...little graves.

Do they keep pets?

No, no.

No, they got no time for animals.

Good night.

Edward.

Edward.

Edward.

There you are.

Edward, there's no need to be
doing that.

They have to be done.

Yes, but not at this time of night.

Christa's room...

I've decided I want it to be left
exactly as it is, untouched.

As though she never went away.

And even after the funeral,
I'd like it to stay like that.

As though she's still with us.

We owe it to her memory.

You still have me, Edward.
You must never forget that.

I won't.

We were meant to be together.

You asked for help, remember?
And I came here to you.

That was fate.

I was meant to be with you always.

Forever and ever.

I'm going up, Tom.

All right, love. I won't be long.

I don't suppose the people of Little
Worthy will ever get over this.

Oooh-ooh.

What's this?

Are you starting your second
childhood?

Mmmm.

Oh, hi. Bernice.

Look, um...

I just want to say that I'm really
sorry about Christa.

I just wish, you know, there was
something I could have done,

some way I could have saved her.

Oh, no.

Not again.

I've got to go.

Mr Johnson.

Another quick word.

Inside.

So what have I done this time?

It's about the trident you had made,
sir.

That was just a bit of a laugh.

Bit of a laugh, was it?

That thing was lethal.

It was used to kill someone.

How was I supposed to know that?

Why was it so sharp?

Because that's the way they're made.

No, sir, that's the way you wanted it
made.

Well...I thought it might come in
handy for some...you know, sort of
future use.

Doing what?

I don't know. Um...

Picking up litter.

Mr Johnson.

You were given some of these by
Jackie Tanner, were you not?

That's right. I used them to secure
the boat.

Do you ever go...to the model village
at night?

Me? No!

I wouldn't go there during broad
daylight.

Because some of these were found with
the body of Richard Tanner.

Well...maybe they went missing.

From where?

The craft shop, maybe. I don't know.
My garage.

All right, Mr Johnson. What I said
previously still applies.

Do not leave the village
any time soon.

Thank you.

Mrs Johnson.

Fantastic.

All I was doing was having a bit of
fun on the lake, and now I'm under
house arrest.

Yeah, you're always having a 'bit of
fun', Mike.

That's the problem.

Now, it's my turn.

Thank you.

Inspector.

I wasn't sure who suggested
Gulliver's Travels

for our theme painting week.

I was right.

It was Edward Palfrey.

Ah. Mr Palfrey.

I'm sorry to bother you again, but
there's something I forgot to ask you.

When I saw you yesterday at the lake,

you were leaving before the race
had finished.

That's right.

Someone had to look after the hotel.

Why are you asking me this?

Well, I have to ask the same question

of everyone who was at the race,
you know.

And I would also like to ask you
about the nursery school.

The what?

The nursery school, and the choice of
Gulliver's Travels

as a painting theme.

Oh, I thought of that, Mr Barnaby.

It's one of my favourite books.

And I suggested it to Edward,
didn't I?

And he told Rebecca.

Look what I've found.

Aren't they beautiful?

And this is so realistic.

I thought they'd help us to remember
dear Christa.

Thank you.

Just...as a matter of interest,
Mr Palfrey?

How long has it been since...Bernice
answered your ad?

Ah...just over four years.

She must be a godsend to you.

Where was she before?

The other side of Causton. A little
village called Goodman's Land.

Did she do similar work over there?

No, she was adopted, you know.

And she was looking after her
adoptive mother until she died.

This was the first job
she applied for.

Hmm.

Excuse me.

Barnaby.

Jones.

Her sister found her.

Said she saw Moss running out of
here so she came to see what was
going on.

Where is she now?

In the house.

Stephens, get over there.
Stay with her.

Yes, sir.

Bernice.

Bernice.

Bernice!

Bernice!

You better stay where you are.

I killed her...

I might just as well kill you!

And Christa?

And Richard Tanner,
did you kill them too?

Mr Moss, you're under arrest.

You do not have to say anything -
No, no.

He didn't do it.

What?

Did you, Mr Moss?

This is not going to work.

Now, Mr Moss, you're going to take
a little walk with us.

Bernice!

Did you...create this burial ground,
sir?

Hmm?

And the Compton sisters didn't mind?

Hilary let me do it, but not
Harriet.

She was against it.

But it's not a pet cemetery, is it?

You've more or less told us that.

I'd say it's the last resting place
of some of those...miniature figures of yours.

Am I right?

Yeah.

Surely no-one in his right mind
makes a cemetery for toys?

Oh, yes.

A father with a daughter might.

A daughter who shares his love for...

the little village and the little
people in it.

A child, who remains a child,

even after all these years.

What happened to her when she was
born?

Was she taken into care?

And after that, what, adopted?

Yes.

But when she was a grown woman, you
managed to make contact with her.

Didn't you?

Brought her back to Little Worthy,

fixed her up with a job.

And I'm sure you told her not to let
anyone know that you were her father,
didn't you?

But what about her mother, Bob?

Did you tell her who she was?

No.

I'd been married less than a year
when my husband died.

And I truly believed that my
marriage vows were promises made to God.

I succumbed to sin.

Just the once.

With...Robert Moss.

Did your sister know about this?

She never allowed me to forget it.

Over the years, I always wondered
about...my baby daughter.

What became of her.

Miss Compton...

Those...gravestones...

out in the garden.

Who used to look after those?

Robert, of course. Why?

It was just his way.

Sometimes he used to see them
as real people.

For some reason...

Harriet always HATED those graves.

Did she know something I didn't?

Oh, Harriet!

I hope you're at peace now.

Sir.

Miss Compton.

I think you should have a word with
Robert Moss.

Thank you for notifying us,
Mr Palfrey.

It's not an easy thing for you to do.

She hasn't taken anything with her.

What's this?

It's for things she collects.

Um...I'd say that's from
the gift shop.

Tea rooms.

Wherever she is, Mr Barnaby,
she's alone.

And frightened.

And I don't want any harm
to come to her.

No.

Don't you worry, Mr Palfrey.

I know where to find her.

All right if I join you, Bernice?

What's the name of the pub?

It's The Four Bells.

Mr Bones used to be the landlord.
I liked him.

Mr Bones.

What happened to him?

Oh, he got old.

I saw his name...on a grave.

Do you know why I'm here, Bernice?

The bodkin, the trident and the
hammer.

I'm here because of what happened
to Richard,

to Christa,

and to Harriet.

Do you want to talk to me about that?

See, I think you should, Bernice,
because...

your father is quite prepared to take
the blame for all those deaths.

And we can't have that.

Can we?

Bernice, do you know who
your real mother is?

Yes.

She left me years ago.

It was Harriet.

He shouldn't be here. He should be
outside the church.

Well, maybe he went a-wandering.

Like...a certain policeman that was
pushed through a letterbox.

I assume you were responsible
for that?

Let's get you back where you belong.

Bernice, what else do you know
about your mother?

She said my father couldn't work
here any more.

She wanted to take all this away
from him.

And you killed her because of that?

No, she didn't like me putting
flowers on the graves.

She smashed them.

So I smashed her.

That's better.

I saw some models like that
in Christa's room.

I expect you did. She stole them
from me.

Mr Barnaby, you wouldn't believe
some of the problems

Edward and I had with that girl.

He was convinced things would
improve.

But you knew differently.

Yes, well, something had to be done
about it.

Come on!

Ohhh! Move!

Christa.

That girl was no good.

She was here with a man just as bad.
I saw them.

He had no respect for this place.
He used to abuse it.

So he had to be stopped.

Yes.

See you.
Call me tomorrow.

Anyway, he was much too big
for his boots.

Especially here.

♪ There was a tree all in the wood

♪ The prettiest tree you ever
did see

♪ The tree in the hole and the hole
in the ground

♪ And the green grass grows
all around, all around

♪ And the green grass grows
all around

♪ There was a tree all in the wood

♪ The prettiest tree you ever
did see

♪ The tree in the hole and the hole
in the ground

♪ And the green grass grows
all around, all around...

Bernice.

Would it matter very much to you
if I told you that Harriet Compton...

was not your real mother.

Not now, no.

Too late to care.

Tell me about your life before you
came here, in Goodman's Land.

There's not much to say.

♪ And the tree in the hole
and the hole in the ground

♪ And the green grass grows -
Well, didn't they miss you

when you decided to leave?

There was only Mary.

Your adoptive mother?

Yeah.

She didn't want me to go but she
died just before I left.

What did she die of?

Apparently she drank something
that didn't agree with her.

♪ And the green grass grows
all around, all around

♪ And the green grass grows
all around

♪ Now on this tree there was a limb

♪ The prettiest limb you ever
did see

♪ The limb on the tree
and the tree in the hole

♪ And the hole in the ground

♪ And the green grass grows
all around, all around

♪ And the green grass grows
all around ♪

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