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We'll show him.

In absolute disgrace.

See how he likes it when no one turns up.

This will teach him.

Hi.

They've been at it all morning. It's killing my business.

I've seen. They're all over the village.

Blue or gray?

I feel the blue.

Hmm. Blue it is, then.

Brad!

Hi. Good girl.

Thanks for coming.

Did Brad rob a jeweler's?

I'd have stolen the crown jewels to get Frank there, yeah.

What's with your peck?

They can't even stretch to real champagne.

Well, this is a step up for them. I was expecting tap water.

I

don't

know what you're smiling about.

The village have voted to boycott our flower festival. Fear not, my dear. Your

brilliant husband has it all in hand.

What does that mean?

Oh, what have you done now?

So there's nothing else?

No, unfortunately not.

Oh, they're beautiful.

Thank you, Kinley.

I was hoping you might hire me to do the flowers on your big day.

Yeah, we're not really making any clear -cut decisions yet.

It's good to see you.

I'm getting a cold.

Might be over the moon for Franklin.

This is me being over the moon.

Who the hell is that?

Amazing, isn't it?

My mum needs to tell me about this place.

Why have you stopped?

Me and the others can start setting up.

Yes. You've got to come and say hello.

I can't do this on my own.

You're the one who couldn't wait to come here.

Not me.

I presume.

How shall we handle this?

Like Livingston and Stanley?

It's a bigger moment than that.

Girls,

I want you to meet your uncle.

We don't have an uncle.

What on earth is going on?

Myrtle, this is my half -brother Noah, and suffice to say, until recently,

neither of us knew the other existed.

Hi.

Well, it's great to meet you all.

I didn't want to turn up empty -handed.

Oh, lovely.

Time starts now, as they say.

Come on, everyone.

Let's get a photo of you all by the clock.

Well, it's a big moment.

Old family, new family, family of the future.

I'm not family.

Just smile and say cheese.

Love.

Hang on. We need the happy couple in the middle.

Come on.

Am I going to get my share? You have your reward for marrying my daughter.

That's not what we agreed, Alan. It's fair, Alan, to you.

Oh, very nice.

That's it. Well done, everyone.

I thought I was going to build this.

Yeah, you did think that. And then I decided it needs doing properly.

As you are well aware, my grandfather was a master carpenter.

As a carpenter, you make a brilliant detective.

Oh, Winter.

That. Oh.

What are you building?

Well, if I do it, it's going to be an arbor. And if John does it... Presumably

there's a reason you're here this early.

Thank you.

Ah, I thought it'd be this place.

I almost came here last year. They have an annual flower festival.

I didn't know you were into horticulture, Winter.

I'm not, but the girl I was seeing was.

When you say you almost came here... Well, when she took one look at my

houseplants, she decided that I wasn't the one for her.

Apparently I put the wrong perennials next to each other in the same pond.

Small margins, Winter. How am I supposed to know that some plants don't get on?

Looks like more police are arriving.

Do you think I should go up there?

And do what?

I don't actually know.

I mean, how do brothers brother?

Get to last night.

I woke up when you weren't there.

I had a nightmare. I took a walk to calm down.

If your brother needs you, he will tell you.

Hello?

Here's a new one for you.

The poor fellow was pecked to death.

Pecked? We didn't realize it was the murder weapon until it struck the hour

stabbed one of my sockers.

This lucky is tall.

Well, taller than the victim.

What's this?

Um, better stand back first.

It's open.

Well, I've seen everything now.

The victim's name was Brad Furbank, aged 29.

Time of death?

Judging from his lividity and rigour, I'd say he'd been dead at least five

hours. That will put it about three o 'clock this morning.

Who found him? The lady at the house, Myrtle Bruce.

She lives here with her husband, Sir Alan.

Where was the clock hanging?

It was level with that ghoulish portrait.

The cuckoo stabbed Brad and he came tumbling down the stairs.

Well, it seems they were right all along.

Time is indeed the enemy.

I couldn't believe it.

Brad was just lying at the foot of the stairs.

What time was this?

Probably about seven.

You hadn't heard anything before that, say around three this morning?

I... Had a bit too much to drink last night.

So I was out like a light.

Don't look at me.

I took the sleep of the jug.

Quiet.

Tell me about Brad.

Presumably he lived here with you. Oh, God, no.

He's been staying at the Raging Stag. It's a pub in the village.

Would either of you know why he came here in the middle of the night?

I hadn't a clue what Brad was doing here.

Presumably he was coming to see you.

But he knew I was out last night with my friends, carrying on the celebrations.

So it was our engagement party yesterday.

All right, I'm here.

When did you get back to Godley Manor?

I didn't. My friends and I crashed at Cordelia's flat.

I thought, I can't believe this.

I'm sorry, I just have a few more questions.

When did you last see Brad?

Yesterday evening, before I left with my friends.

That was around nine, I think.

And did anything untoward happen before then?

Did the arrival of an uncle we never knew we had qualify?

The clock was a gift.

From a brother -in -law I didn't know I had.

It's a long story.

I'd still like to hear it.

Well, my father, Sir Percival Bruce, sired Noah out of wedlock.

Noah. Noah Connerboy. Now, I had no idea he existed until the family solicitor

told me at my father's funeral.

Was this recently?

It was about six weeks ago.

So I asked Brad to search for him. He's very good at the Internet. Well, once.

So Noah turned up with the clock?

Yes, he said that he'd made it especially for the occasion.

Shall I save you some time?

The only reason Noah's here... is to claim his share.

Oh, so you think Sir Alan was the intended target? A child of five could

you that.

So, off you trot and go and arrest Noah.

He'll be outside, contaminating our grounds. What my darling wife means is

Noah's arrived with his troop.

They put on oldie -worldie woodworking festivals.

Very popular, apparently.

Brings people from far and wide.

So we don't need some limp flower festival when we can replace it with

much more popular.

Did Brad work in the village?

He could work anywhere.

He was in Bitcoin.

He was doing really well, always on his phone, checking the market.

So he didn't have an argument with someone in Godly Buzzards, hey?

Brad, never.

He was really popular. My sister can vouch for that. He was lovely.

Never seen Frankie as happy.

Thank you.

You know, I nearly came to the flower festival last year. Would have been a

waste of time.

It was rained off.

Worst thunderstorm in decades.

Destroyed all the flower beds.

An absolute disaster.

Well, hope you'll be different this year. No chance.

The village have boycotted it. Our magnanimous father decided to charge

this year, which made a lot of people very angry.

We're looking for a Noah Connor boy.

That would be me.

I saw you earlier, but you were a bit taller.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, no, I get that a lot.

Sorry, I'm Nessie.

Nessie Copeland.

What's happening up at the house?

I'm afraid we have reason to believe that Brad Furbank was murdered last

Murdered?

Are you serious?

That's awful.

And what can you tell us about the cuckoo clock?

It tells the time.

What else is there to say?

Did you build it yourself?

I craft everything myself.

Sorry, why are you asking about a cuckoo clock?

Its spring had been tightened to a murderous degree.

A sharp piece of metal had been attached to the cuckoo's beak. The second it

chimed, it sprang out and...

I'm sure you can work out the rest.

Everyone saw the clock yesterday.

There wasn't anything attached to the beak.

There was a woman taking photos. That'll prove it.

I think she was called Kimony.

Runs the flower shop in the village.

This has nothing to do with Noah.

Did either of you notice anything off at the engagement party?

I wasn't there.

I was here at the other setting up with a lot to do.

Alan wants me to put on a festival.

He couldn't get me here quick enough.

Did you know your father owned all of this?

I was born in the village.

It wasn't long before my mother upped sticks, but she often told me about this

place. Is that your way of saying that you did know?

When you put it like that, I guess it is.

Well, Noah could have been trying to kill Sir Alan because there's obviously

something to gain.

I can see it now. He sneaks back up to the house, rigs the clock, and then

potentially inherits the lot.

But how would he know Sir Alan was going to get so close to it and at the exact

time?

It's called a dibbler. Say that again?

Gardeners use it to make holes in the ground.

Thanks as ever, Fleur.

I'm still talking.

The so -called emeralds in its eyes are paste.

And the beak is gold plate. May look a million dollars, but it's worth less

a real cooker.

Well, the piece of metal attached to the beak is called a dibbler.

What's a dibbler when it's home?

If you'd bothered looking after your houseplants winter, you would know that

dibbler is a tool that gardeners use.

And now, murderers, apparently.

Sorry, mate, we don't need the extra kegs.

Blame the village for boycotting the flower festival.

I'm not going to shift a tenth of what I normally do this time of year.

Sorry, pal.

Mr Solanke.

Were you aware that Brad had gone up to Godley Manor in the early hours of this

morning?

Did he?

I don't know.

When was the last time you saw him?

Last night, just before I locked up.

Did you notice anything unusual at the engagement party?

Not really, no.

Not unless you count that moment with Kim and he.

Kim and he?

Kim and he bullet.

Brad told her not to do the flowers for the wedding and she seemed quite

annoyed, but not murderously so.

And did you see the clock being hung on the wall?

Everyone saw it.

It was a work of art.

I wish I had skills like that. I can barely put up a shelf. I should have

listened to my mother and done a course. Thank you, Mr Salenki. My team will

obviously need access to Brad's room.

Why he wasn't killed here?

We need to go through Brad's things.

We're told to locate his home for one thing. I see.

Problem? No, no, not at all.

There must have been a sale on at the mirror shop.

Well, we've got a charger.

But still no sign of a phone.

Sounds to me like someone doesn't want it to be found.

Dr Perkins? Hey, fever. I know the feeling.

There you are. Five yards of a mustard plant.

Diamond?

Not real this time.

That's probably Frankie's. Bradley to splash out honour.

Please remove yourself, Mr Solanke.

I've never seen anything like this. Well, not for real.

My mum wanted me to do a course in forensics.

Will you be done soon?

I'm afraid you're asking the wrong person, Mr Solanke.

Hello?

We're done.

What are you doing, Kiminy? It's me.

Being you doesn't exonerate you, Sylvia.

Brad's just been murdered, for goodness sake. Surely you can be a bit lenient.

I'm in shock.

Then you shouldn't be out driving in the first place.

It's just a speeding offence.

A whole lot more than that.

And you know it.

Is this you for the rest of your life now?

Punishing drivers day and night?

I'm closed for the day.

Kimony bullets, I take it.

The boycott of the flower festival can't be helping business.

The village are furious with Sir Alan.

He tried to turn a quaint tradition into a corporate cash grab. I heard he

doubled the entrance fee.

Almost tripled it, if you include having to pay for parking.

Oh, which reminds me, I need to make a note of Sylvia's speeding event.

I send them in every Monday, first thing.

Noah Connerboy said you took some photos that included the cuckoo clock.

I'll need you to email that to me.

Usually this time of year there's a queue all the way from the Green to get

here. You can't have been happy with Sir Alan.

That's an understatement.

Yet still you went to the engagement party.

Myrtle and I have been friends for decades.

I could hardly let her down on Frankie's big day.

Have you sold any of these lately?

Who needs a dibbler when there's no flower festival?

Thanks, Mr. Allen. I couldn't give them away right now.

I know a very good jeweler if you want to sell that ring.

How could you be so thoughtless?

Well, then it'll bite my head off.

We're all trying to process what happened. It's not just you, Frankie.

big loss for us as well.

This is my pain, not yours.

Don't you dare try and hijack it. Look, why don't we try to concentrate on the

positives? We've got this wonderful festival of wood, thanks to Noah, and

have tons of people streaming in, and that's mainly down to Brad, God rest his

soul. My word, these people.

No one's going to pay to see a freak show. Au contraire, my dear. It'll be

height of popularity. We were in the middle of talking.

I'm sorry, dear. I thought you'd said your piece.

Why did it have to be Brad that got killed and not one of you?

Hello again.

How can I help?

I do flowers for all occasions.

A good thing, too.

Now we've got a funeral coming up.

Oh, God. I didn't think... Don't worry. It's easy.

I'm not here about flowers.

A little birdie told me you're the head of the village council.

Someone's got to keep this place in order.

Perfect.

Because I need to know about the grounds at Godley Manor.

Only we were due to put on a festival of wood.

Badger's drift a few weeks back, but the village voted against it.

Even though we were holding our event on private land.

Well, there are a few archaic laws floating around.

Alan got me here so quickly, I didn't have a chance to check.

You're putting on a festival at the manor?

He said it was to replace a flower day or something.

I see.

He thinks it could become a permanent thing if it goes well, which it always

does.

Noah? Sweetheart.

Then will you get back now?

Yes, yes.

Be an angel and find out about those bylaws. Sure.

Call me back when you get there.

I'm not 100%, but you will not believe who I just saw.

I'm getting bad vibes about this place.

I think we should pack up and go.

And leave my brother at his lowest ebb.

You know why you're really here.

He's using you.

His flower festival isn't happening and he needed something to take its place.

I wasn't born yesterday, Des.

You're happy to be used?

I've had it with some brains.

I want something out of this as well. Look around.

I'm owed half of this.

Noah, you promised me.

You said it would be two or three days at the most.

That was before we got here.

Well, I'm not staying here a second longer than I have to.

What's got into you?

There's someone who grew up around here. I thought he'd enjoy being back.

I'd hate it to hear.

What?

Why would you say that?

After this weekend, we are leaving.

We are never coming back.

I mean it, Noah.

Kiminy, I just got your message.

Oh, my God.

Are you sure it's her?

I can't. I just can't.

Not while there's breath in my body.

You're not working today.

I blame winter for running late.

Did you know he got dumped last year because he planted some flowers the

way? Well, the little things in life, John. You've got to get them just right.

But don't worry, you're getting there.

So, what do you think so far would Grandad approve?

If you don't mind me saying, it looks a bit lopsided.

Very funny.

Oh, I see where you've been going wrong. Here, look.

You've had it upside down.

You pair that and you're in big trouble.

Oh, Paddy! Paddy! Oh, Paddy!

Ow!

It's all right. I can dry it off.

Look, I will finish that off as soon as I get a moment. Did I mention

carpeting's in my jeans?

I'll just grab the first aid box.

Tell me what's wrong with this picture, Winter.

Cuckoo's the only one that's smiling?

Look at the clock.

It's not level with the top of the painting.

Fleur said it was level with Sir Alan's portrait, but here it's at least four

inches lower.

Someone moved it.

Look who is level with the portrait.

Brad. Which most likely means he was the intended target after all.

Well, talking of Brad, sir, here's a strange one.

Tech managed to get into his laptop, but as far as they could tell, he wasn't

doing anything in Bitcoin.

The truth is, he barely had a penny to his name.

Then how did he pay for Frankie's engagement ring?

Well, there's no sign of it in his account or credit card statements.

Also, we heard back from his mobile phone provider, and they confirmed that

phone was switched off at the time of the murder.

Presumably, they sent over a record of his recent calls and texts. Yeah,

unusual out of the ordinary.

Also, sir, there is this.

This was found under Brad's bed at the pub. Now, I presume that it belongs to

Frankie, but I think it's worth checking.

Did anything come back on Kimony Bullitt?

Yes, I found out that her husband was killed in a hit -and -run a year ago.

The driver was never traced.

That explains the speed gun and her devotion to catching errant drivers.

Intriguingly, the hit -and -run happened on the same day that the flower

festival was rained off.

And almost exactly a year to the day, Brad Furbank is pecked to death, as

so eloquently put it.

If he didn't know that the emeralds and gold were fake, imagine what seeing them

might mean to him. Someone who's not only penniless, but also a proven liar.

You mean he went there to steal it?

Why else would he be there at three in the morning?

So someone booby -trapped the bird and then re -hung the clock, knowing that he

would come for it.

That's exactly what they did in winter.

Now, I'll speak to Frankie. You talk to her sister, Sylvia. I want to find out

what they did or didn't know about Brad.

And while you're at it, I need a book.

A book?

On woodwork.

don't open until tomorrow.

I'm not a visitor.

All the same.

I'm Frankie.

Oh, I mean Francesca Bruce.

Myrtle and Alan's daughter.

Oh, I'm so sorry about what happened to your fiancé.

Oh.

Thank you.

That actually means more than you realise.

I'm Nessie.

Noah's partner. Were you looking for him?

No. I just needed to go on a wander.

How long will you be here for?

Oh, hopefully just for the weekend.

If I can convince Noah.

Well, he wants to stay longer.

He thinks he can make a permanent home here.

Has he told my father that?

Doesn't matter if he has.

I'm going to convince him to upstick.

He didn't hit me with you. Did he?

That was a joke. Well, sort of.

Frankie, if you want to get away, then do it.

I did the same myself years ago.

Left godly buzzard and never looked back.

And now you're the singing stilts lady.

And I can see for miles and miles to the horizon and beyond.

I'd love to try that one day.

Please?

Let's see if you've got a head for heights.

You're right. You can see everything.

Frankie, you have a moment?

Do me a very large favor, Sylvia.

Slap these up everywhere.

I'm working. Yes, but you also have a civil duty to assist any knight of the

realm whenever he should so request.

For God's sake, Dad, you're not a sir.

Grandad was the sir. You don't inherit that title. You have to have it

Yes, well, I was the DIY bestowment.

Really shot my bloody ear off, actually.

Ah, have you found the culprit?

The investigation's still ongoing.

Well, chop -chop, because the wonderful Noah's Bar is opening tomorrow morning,

10am sharp.

More questions?

Yes. Do you mind if I step aside?

Miss Bruce,

can you start by telling me what you really thought of Brad?

I already made that clear.

I liked him.

A lot.

Presumably you didn't know that he was a con man and a thief.

Sorry, he was what?

We found antihistamine in Brad's room at the pub.

It's for hay fever.

What on earth was he doing showing up at a flower festival?

And that makes him a thief?

Well, there's a good chance that he was casing the house with the intention of

robbing it later.

It's a well -known ploy.

Stately homes throw open their doors, but they never truly know who they're

inviting inside.

Brad did nothing of the sort. All he did was meet my sister and fall madly in

love. Or he realized that there was more to gain from seducing Frankie and

marrying into the family. Please, stop.

This is awful.

Never seen it before.

Where did you find it?

It was in Brad's room at the pub.

This earring... It doesn't mean he was.

No, Brad wouldn't do that to me.

How did you meet?

It was on the eve of last year's War of the Roses festival.

We had a private preview.

We ended up talking, so I took him on a tour of the house.

He asked to see inside?

He seemed really keen.

I got the impression he liked me.

How much did you know about his Bitcoin business?

Only what he told me, but he was doing great.

I'm afraid he was lying to you, Frankie.

He didn't have a penny to his name.

Of course he did.

Have you seen this ring? Why would you say that?

He was overdrawn and owed money everywhere.

No, he was always flashing out on me.

You need to get your facts straight.

Please don't let this be true.

It's been hard enough trying to convince my parents I'm worthy of their love and

now this.

Is that all you wanted? Only my father's given me a job to do.

Were you around when Kimmy's husband was killed in the hit and run?

What's that got to do with what happened to Brad?

Well, we're aware that he showed up at Godly Manor the same day that it

happened.

I remember spotting him with Frankie and wondering who he was, but I didn't give

it another thought, not till she introduced him a few weeks later.

I need to get on.

Oh, and I need a book.

On woodwork.

Do you have children, Chief Inspector?

A daughter.

And you love her, right?

You love her with every fibre of your being.

Can you imagine what it's like when the opposite is true?

Can you imagine what that would be like for your daughter?

I can't see myself being anything other than in awe of her.

That's because you didn't bring her into this world for all the wrong reasons.

I had a brother, Chief Inspector.

Francis.

Well, what I mean when I say I had a brother is he died when he was just over

year old.

And I was conceived shortly afterwards, but solely in the hope that my parents

could somehow recreate him.

Russell, it was so long ago.

I was probably seeing things.

track now.

Something made you think you saw Aggie Marlowe. Now, what was it?

It was the way she wouldn't look at me.

Like she didn't want to be recognised.

Perhaps you could have her arrested this time around. What are you talking

about? The police said Frances's death was due to natural causes. There's no

arrest happening here.

No. Sometimes you have to take things into your own hands.

You don't mean that, do you?

Myrtle? You're scaring me.

Apparently, my parents were out at an afternoon do with my grandfather, and

my mother came back, she found Francis dead on the floor. He'd fallen out of

cot. They'd left him on his own?

No, they had a babysitter, Aggie Marlow, but she vanished into thin air.

Sylvia said it broke my parents in half.

Until one of them had the desperately sad idea of making another Frances.

Hence my name.

So they went ahead.

And sadly for them, I emerged.

And that is when they realised that they couldn't get Frances back.

But worse, because they were saddled with someone every day who reminds them

that I'm not their precious son.

The best I could do, sir.

Is it for Mrs. B?

Thank you, Winter.

Yes, Sarah's struggling a bit with the arbor. She even managed to injure her

thumb.

Well, I'm sure she'll be glad of this.

So, did Frankie recognise the earring?

In a word, no.

Oh, well, that puts the cat among the pigeons.

Brad must have been seeing someone else.

Yes, Winter.

OK.

Thanks.

Sir, we've had an anonymous call for a withheld number. The woman saying that

she's very worried about an Aggie Marlowe being back in Godly Buzzard.

We don't know an Aggie Marlowe, do we?

I think we do, Winter.

Aggie is short for Agnes, which can also be shortened to Nessie.

Perhaps you should go and have a chat with her.

hell are you? What are you doing in here?

You don't remember?

You couldn't keep your hands off me the last time we met.

Aggie.

This is Francis's room. How dare you?

I was looking all over for you, Myrtle.

And then I saw Francis's name on the door.

And I couldn't help myself.

If Myrtle were here, God knows what she would do to you.

She's who I came here to see.

I'm going to tell her what really happened that day.

Noah is dead set on staying here, and the only way I get to stay here with him

is if Myrtle and everyone else knows you are the reason why Francis died.

As if anyone's going to believe you. And you know what the best thing is?

You brought Noah back here, which means you brought me back here, too.

Everything comes home to roost eventually.

That's enough! I'm not having this!

Ah!

You've joined a library.

Oh, Winter borrowed it. He said he thought you might need it.

That's so nice of him. I thought we could look through it together.

Why would we need to do that?

When you've got the blood of a master carpenter running through you.

Don't you think?

I want it to come from naturally to you.

Shall I go up to Kenny's bed?

Winter.

Impeccable timing.

Have you found Nessie? What does she say?

I'll be right there.

A little bird tells me, not a cuckoo this time, you were looking for Agnes

Marlowe. The good news is you found her.

But the bad news is someone else found her first.

Talk us through it, Fleur.

Judging from the angle of the attack, I'd say she was approached from behind,

and the billhook did the rest.

The what?

Billhook, Winter. It's a highly versatile cutting tool my grandfather

Same sort of tool you might find in Noah's Bar.

You look 10 % more handsome when you say something intelligent.

I'll have to set you brain teasers up.

The percentage.

Time of death, Fleur?

I put it somewhere yesterday evening.

The killer just left the weapon lying around? It was stuffed behind that

log over there.

Let's start with Noah.

Before you lope off, she was carrying this.

But I wouldn't get too excited.

I don't think he's the killer.

What the hell?

They're not letting the public in.

Well, what did you expect?

Aggie Marlowe was murdered last night. Yes, that person was a blight on our

family.

Yes. And, of course, we know who brought her here, don't we? Now, Noah couldn't

have possibly known who she was. How do we know that?

I don't trust a thing about him. Ever since he arrived, terrible things have

happened. Is it really that terrible that Aggie's dead? You know full well

I mean.

I want him gone, Alan.

Leslie and I were together for years.

I saw her at a folk festival.

She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever set eyes on.

We started chatting and realised we'd both lived in godly buzzards once.

From that point on, we never left each other's side.

Ended up creating all this.

Did you know that Nessie had changed her name from Aggie?

Aggie?

No.

She was always Nessie to me.

Well, she never mentioned that she used to babysit for the Bruces.

She never said a word.

How did she react after Brad found you?

To be honest, she didn't want me to come here.

When we pitched up, she got pretty nervy.

I even had a nightmare the first night we stayed here. I had to get up and go

for a wander.

Now, you said she never went up to the house, but did she encounter any of the

Bruces other than Frankie?

Not that I know of.

Can you tell us where you were yesterday evening, Mr. Connerboy?

Don't even go there.

This was the love of my life.

Mr. Conner, boy.

I was at the pub with Angel.

We just finished setting up and deserved a pint or two.

Did you say Angel?

The axe man.

He looks ferocious, but underneath he's a kitten.

We believe that a tool from your troop was used in the attack on Nessie.

A, um, a billhook.

Is there one missing?

I'd have to ask around.

Anyone could come in and take anything.

It's not like we'd lock anything away.

What are you doing?

Waiting for you to join me.

Here.

I don't understand.

I want to make a toast to Brad.

He lived there for a year, and I'm going to miss him.

Saj, you may as well know, please the thing, he was a con man.

No way.

A con man?

Did you know?

Or ever get a sense of it?

Like you said, he was here a whole year.

Me? Nah.

You sure you didn't know?

You sure you didn't?

What does that mean?

I don't know.

I always thought you had a bit of a thing for him.

A thing?

What thing? Why would you say that?

Well, you're always so keen on him, always bigging him up. Well, so is his

number one fan.

That wasn't me. No way. You fawned all over him. In fact, you changed

personality whenever he was around.

Aye, well, maybe it's a good thing he's not around anymore, eh?

Another tomato's now he's gone.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to say any of that.

Same.

Normal service has resumed.

Best make a different toast.

Out with the bad and all that. Out with the

Brad, more like.

What was Nessie doing out here on her own?

Maybe she was meeting someone.

What, with a teddy bear?

I'll get Tech to check out her phone calls and texts.

Also, have them chase up the anonymous tip about Aggie Marlow being back in the

village. She was killed almost immediately afterwards, so whoever

really worried.

You think one of the Brewsters found out she was back?

I'll go and see.

This is the last place I saw Francis alive.

I gave him a cuddle before Alan and I took the Percival to a party.

I'll never forgive myself for leaving him.

And when you returned home?

I stayed longer than planned. It was Kim and his fault. She could chat for

England. Alan had wandered off a bit before.

When I got back, there was no sign of Aggie anywhere.

And then I found Francis.

Lying right there.

Not moving.

Lady Myrtle, did you know that Aggie Marlow was living on your grounds with

Noah?

Of course I didn't. You never met or saw her?

I just said. I didn't know she was back. And trust me, if I had, Aggie would

have been dead a lot sooner.

I want that woman's body off our land.

You know what she did to Myrtle and I?

Where were you last night? Are you listening to me, Barnaby?

It's Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

I was in my bed getting my beauty sleep in preparation for the grand opening,

which actually won't be remotely grand now, thanks to Aggie Marlowe.

Were you aware that she was part of Noah's Bark?

What on earth are you talking about? It turns out she was Noah's partner, had

been for years. My God, you couldn't make it up. Brad didn't happen to find

out when he was searching for Noah. Would I have invited him here if he had?

If you wanted revenge for Francis, then yes, that's exactly what you would have

done.

Look, I invited Noah here simply to raise some cash.

My father didn't exactly leave a pot of gold in his will, and these stately

homes cost a fortune to maintain.

On the outside, it looks like we've won the lottery. On the inside, we can

barely afford a ticket.

Well, there's still the house and grounds, though.

And surely you knew that finding Noah could result in you having to hand over

half of everything you'd inherited.

You've met him? He's a hippie.

They don't belong in houses like this. Anyway, he'll drift away soon enough.

Did Brad know you were struggling financially?

I admit, I was a little too keen to get Noah here, and someone like Brad might

have noted that.

Someone like Brad?

He was a parasite.

I didn't realize at first, but he was a tapeworm eating his way into our family.

Sir?

I called Saj Solanki, and he said that he remembers seeing Noah and the Axeman

in the pub.

It seems the Bruce's both had a strong motive for killing Nessie, and so Alan

had an inkling that Brad wasn't the person he claimed to be.

Talking of Brad, we know that he was desperate for money to keep up his lies

lifestyle, so all it would take is for his killer to know that as well.

What about the person the diamond earring belongs to? It could be some

love rat thing.

Elegantly put, Winter. Or Frankie found out that Brad was cheating on her and

killed him in a fit of jealousy.

I'm sure that's possible in your love -rat world.

She was also the only member of the Bruce family that we know for certain

Nessie. Ah, and you were doing so well, Winter. But Frankie hadn't been born

when Nessie was babysitting for the Bruce's. It's doubtful she'd know her on

sight. Now, here's a question for you.

How does a penniless man rent a room in a pub for an entire year?

Kimney won't report you for speeding.

There are mitigating circumstances, just like you told her.

You know what she's like.

She takes her misery out on anyone she can find.

I can't have points on my licence. I could lose my job.

Well, come work here, then.

You'd probably earn more.

If this world of woodenness takes off, this place will be packed.

It's not the money.

I happen to love that job.

Mr Solanke, a word, if you don't mind.

I thought you were all done here.

How did Brad pay for his room and board?

Like anyone else. He was penniless, Mr Solanke.

We can just go through your books.

Right, well, thing is, hindsight's a great thing, right? But I

kind of let Brad run up a tab.

For an entire year?

He was a nice guy.

I totally trusted him.

Tell him, Sylvia. You were always urging Frankie to marry Emma.

You'll be done that.

While we have you, we've found this and Brad's room. Have you seen that before?

No. Sorry.

Did Brad ever have anyone other than Frankie back to his room? No, not that I

ever saw.

Fleur?

Believe it or not, we're at the pub right now.

We're going to need access to Brad's room again.

Sorry, I just heard about Aggie.

Aggie? I meant Nessie.

You must be devastated.

That answers everything.

She called herself Nessie, yet you just called her Aggie.

I know you're big pals with Myrtle, my charming sister -in -law.

Did you do the family a favour and tell them who Nessie really was?

I think you should leave.

I think I should go to the police, don't you?

What is it called?

Accessory to murder?

Go on, then.

I've done nothing wrong.

I'll tell them you clearly recognized her, and they'll realize you're the only

one who knew who she was.

Why are you here?

What do you want from me?

That's better.

I know I got permission to put on my festival, but what if I wanted to set up

home there permanently with all my people? That's something else entirely.

You're the head of the council.

I'm sure you could make it happen. I already hate Salmon. I doubt they'd be

one of you for riding to his rescue. We're talking about my home.

A home I've been denied for far too long, so make it happen.

This is my birthright.

And I'm not going to let anyone stand in the way of that.

What are you doing?

What's that for?

Care to explain, Mr. Slinky?

No idea.

That was already a deal when I started running the police.

Shall I keep going?

Well, where is this lead -in flow?

I worked on a similar case once.

There were mirrors all over the walls in that place as well.

Clearly, the idea took off.

When I first encountered this sort of thing, my boss told me to touch the

mirrors with my fingernail, and my fingernail touched its reflection.

And what else would it touch?

Index finger, please, Winter.

I promise not to bite.

If it were a normal mirror, your fingernail and its reflection would

There'll always be a gap, like so.

But with a two -way mirror, finger touches finger.

And they're in every room, aren't they, Mr. Solanke?

This was for security purposes.

Try again, Mr. Solanke.

Look, a lot of people book into hotels and not just to sleep.

They meet up with lovers.

Some of them do secret deals.

I've heard them on the phone lying about their whereabouts. The list goes on.

Half the people that come in here are up to no good.

So you thought you'd make some money out of it?

When did Brad find out you were doing this?

First night he stayed, he accidentally knocked over the mirror onto the floor

and he saw the camera behind it.

But he didn't report you. He told me to lose the cameras in his room and keep

the rest in the other rooms. He wanted in on it. In fact, he took over.

He made me blackmail everyone that I could.

And for the last year, he's lived here rent -free in exchange for his silence.

He's bled me dry in every way you can imagine.

Including forcing you to buy Frankie's engagement ring.

Well, how do you know that?

We didn't until now.

We'll need to look into Mr. Solanki's finances.

Am I going to prison for this?

At the moment, I'm more interested in who Brad was seeing behind Frankie's

Well, you wasn't seeing anyone.

You're in enough trouble as it is, Mr. Solanki.

I couldn't say anything before, because then you'd come back and ask for proof,

and then you'd... Find out what you've been doing.

She used to come in the back way.

Obviously didn't know I had a hidden camera outside.

But it was... Sylvia Bruce.

Sylvia? No.

It was her mum.

Myrtle.

Look at these idiots.

This is official police business.

So is this.

Just so you know, you can pass on my information, but it'll be up to the

if they decide to prosecute or not. And, well, I am the police.

Well, we'll find out on Monday, when I send in my data, whether that helps or

not.

When will you ever learn, Cordelia?

It's not 30 miles an hour through the village.

And don't think you can get away with this at night either.

I'm on guard 24 -7.

Sorry, Kiminy.

I'll go out on the fine hike.

Someone needs to take that speed gun off her.

Drive on, Winter.

Slowly.

Would you like to know where we found this?

You should know that Brad never loved Frankie.

I mean, how could he?

She's quite unlovable. Alan and I tried for years.

When did you and Brad start seeing each other?

Months ago.

I rather felt for him, all that pretending he had to do.

So the affair was still going on even at the engagement party.

Did Sir Alan know?

No. Doesn't matter if he did or he didn't.

He disappeared the night Francis died.

There's more life in his portrait.

When did you last see Brad?

When he was lying dead in our hallway.

Lady Myrtle?

At the engagement party.

And you were never worried that Sarge would see you at the pub and tell

I didn't go there often, and Brad seemed to have some...

hold over Saj. He said he wouldn't say a word if he knew what was good for him.

Sadly for you, he can say whatever he wants now.

What are you talking about? Saj has CCTV footage of you two arguing outside his

pub the day before Brad died.

What was the argument about?

He'd found out that Alan and I aren't exactly wealthy.

He was furious. He said I'd been leading him on.

Did he break up with you? He threatened to. How did you feel about that?

How do you think?

Did you get the dibbler from Kim and his shop, call in to see her and slip one

into your pocket?

I wouldn't know a dibbler from a punch on the nose. And then you rigged the

clock? Oh, this is ridiculous.

Murder very often is, Lady Myrtle.

You're not going to bring Lady Myrtle in, sir? Sir, Alan has already given her

an alibi for the night Brad was killed. We need something concrete.

Yes, Wynter.

Oh, OK, that was quick.

Thanks. The tech have managed to trace the anonymous call regarding Aggie

Marlowe.

It was from Kiminy Bullet.

Oh, of course it was.

We already know she likes to share her findings with the police.

Hop over to her shop and find out if she told anyone else.

She was obviously worried about what might happen.

Now we're more accessible.

I don't even like that hill.

There you are.

Let me just catch my breath.

How's your thumb?

Throbbing.

Do you really think you can put that arbour together?

Only I don't want it suddenly collapsing on Betty or her friends or on me, for

that matter. That arbour will still be standing a hundred years from now. A

monument to the inherited skills of a master craftsman.

Winter. What's that around her mouth?

Claire thinks it's some kind of industrial wood glue. Super strong.

I'm afraid her lips are sealed, so I'll have to talk for her.

It looks like someone stuck it to the chair, and then if I'm right...

They horse -fed her whatever was left in the glue gun.

That's also covered in glue.

Whoever it was tried to make it cosy and inviting.

If only.

Any idea where the chairs came from?

Judging from the finish, I'd say across, my mother.

Would you like a ticket?

I'm afraid Kiminy Bullet was killed sometime last night.

My God.

I was wondering what had happened.

Were you at the house?

No.

I stayed here last night.

Noah's a bit lost right now, obviously, so I thought I could be there for him.

You didn't see or hear anything?

No.

Sorry.

This is awful.

I've known Kimini my whole life.

Excellent.

Wood is so much more than we think it is.

It has sheltered us, defended us, given up its body to us.

Nessie came up with that.

All of this was her idea.

Show people how much they can learn and benefit from nature.

And turn it into furniture, namely a pair of chairs.

If you're looking to pin this on me, anyone could have come in here. You

should try locking things away, Mr. Connerboy.

Someone needs to go and tell the crowds we won't be opening any time soon.

They'll have to come back next year.

You're planning on returning?

I'm not actually planning on leaving.

I was born here.

Nessie was born here.

I belong here.

Hi, sir. Yeah, I'm in Kimini's shop.

Someone has been in here and... Looks like they've smashed up her laptop.

Yeah.

Is there anyone Kimini might have upset recently?

If there was, she didn't tell me.

We know she left an anonymous tip -off about Aggie Marlowe being back in Godly

Buzzard. Did she happen to tell you as well? As I've already said, that

have gone well for Aggie. Is that why Kim and he decided to contact us?

You met her. She spent half her life contacting the police.

Talking of which, did she ever mention the hit and run?

Only to the point of boredom. More recently, I mean, as in, had she found

who killed her husband?

No. She'd have said.

In fact, she'd have screamed it from the rooftop.

We know that Brad checked into Saj's pub on the same night that Kim and his

husband was killed. Before you fall down that rabbit hole, Brad got a puncture

up at the house and walked down to the village. He couldn't have run anyone

over, let alone Kim and his husband.

I don't suppose I could have Francis's teddy?

Only Kim and he bought that for him. It feels so wrong that Aggie took it.

How did you know about the teddy bear?

We deliberately withheld that information.

Alan told me. You must have let it slip, Chief Inspector.

Charles, how good of you to call.

Now, I may need you to sue the police for loss of earnings.

Yes, that's right, the police.

I'll send you an email with all the details.

Speak soon.

Well, that should shrink your annual budget.

How did you know about Aggie Marlowe taking Francis's teddy bear?

You told your wife, remember?

Well, I probably picked it up off of one of you lot.

Aggie must have gone up to Francis's room.

I think you saw her. You're an absolute balderdash.

Why would she go up there?

I didn't know she had.

It seems a strange place to return to, considering the circumstances.

Or was she coming to see you and Lady Myrtle? I very much doubt it.

She'd been avoiding being seen, yet she felt confident enough to come to the

house, the place where she'd apparently left a child to die.

I'm afraid I can't answer for her actions.

I happen to think you can.

What really happened on the day your son died? I'd really rather not go back

there. It's still exceedingly raw, even after all these years.

I know that you and your wife went to a party with your father.

She said that she came back alone, which implies that either you were still at

the party or you'd already left. I stayed till the bitter end.

Then you would have seen both Lady Myrtle and Kimony because they stayed

well.

You've spent a long time living with this, Sir Alan.

She was extremely attractive back then.

And I was only a little older than her.

In your eyes, perhaps.

And I've been drinking.

And you know, sometimes on those odd occasions when you have a romantic

and then that thought becomes a possibility, and then before you know

are, it's a cast -iron certainty.

And I was the first of all done. How could she not be impressed?

But Aggie wasn't impressed, was she?

Well, she tried to be polite, and I went along with it at first, but then I said

we hadn't got much time, and perhaps we should move things forward. Well, she

was appalled.

Said she wanted to go and check on Francis. He was crying, and I stopped

I didn't let her see him.

For how long?

Well, I thought I heard a thump or a thud or something, but I just ignored it

because I had other things on my mind.

And Aggie heard it, too.

told me to open the door. She said it over and over again, and when I refused,

she slapped me and then she dodged by me, and her first thought was to go and

check on Francis.

And that's when I heard her scream.

And by the time you got there... Well, to my eternal shame, I blamed

her. I said it was all her fault, and that I would see her locked up for life.

So she ran.

knowing that no one would believe her word against yours, the son of Sir

Percival Bruce.

She came to see me a few nights ago.

She told me she was going to tell Myrtle the truth. Well, everybody, in fact.

Why now, after all this time?

Well, Noah wants to set up permanent residence on the grounds, but I didn't

her, I swear. I didn't even try to get that damn teddy back.

I just stood there, frozen.

And this pathetic excuse that I call my life.

Winter.

Sir, I looked into Badger's financials, like you said, and the odd thing was

that Sylvia...

Paid for Brad's room the night he turned up in godly buzzard, but she said that

she didn't mean that day I think we'd better talk to her No, also for a tech

team found a smudge of blue ink on Kim and his laptop It was only tiny, but

she's gonna run it.

I tell her there's no me. Yeah, I already have sir Because it's probably

the stamp, but he'll be in her library. You won't jump ahead of me winter There

is a first time for everything sir You should get a bonus for all the things

taught me

Did Tech have any luck with Kim and his laptop?

They managed to retrieve most of the data. It was just a speeding report that

we've been filing.

Can I see?

I should go and talk to her before she had enough.

Sylvia, I'm going to ask.

Why did you pay for Brad's room the night that the flower festival was

off?

I'm sure that you hadn't met him that day.

Sylvia!

Sylvia!

Put your foot down, Winter.

She's on her way to godly manor.

You can't go and live without excuse for an uncle.

I can do what the hell I like.

Noah's going to try and take all of this from her. Not just the grounds he

wants. He'll come for his share of the house. And you think I'm on your side?

I hope he gets the lot.

Frankie.

Frankie!

Head up at the gate, sir.

We can go straight through them, sir.

Sylvia! What are you doing?

They know.

Know what?

What I did. Pull yourself together, Sylvia.

I killed him, Mother.

I killed him.

What the hell is going on? It's shaking like a leaf.

Sylvia, I don't understand.

Ask them.

They know.

Stop saying that.

Will somebody talk to me?

Tell them, then.

Tell them what I did. I'd rather hear it from you, Sylvia.

One minute, the next, you're standing there right in front of me. Who is she

talking about?

Emily Bullitt's husband, Lawrence.

What? Sylvia?

Right, don't say another word. Alan, call your solicitor. Tell us what

Sylvia. Leave my daughter alone.

Alan, call Charles now. Josh!

I didn't think anyone had seen me, so I drove off, not knowing what to do.

I'm in such a state, though, I... I had to pull over, thought I was going to be

sick. A few minutes later, there was a tap on the side of the library.

Brad had seen what you'd done.

He made me pay for his room at Sash's pub.

He was really after something else.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

He wanted to be in the manor. He wanted a portrait of his own. He wanted it all.

He told me I had to make sure you married him.

Doesn't anyone want me for who I am? I know.

I know, and I hated him so much for it. I wanted to rescue you, Frankie. I

wanted so many things.

As I learned at great cost last year, there are certain perennials that

shouldn't be planted next to each other.

Kimony would know that better than anyone.

I think we found Brad's phone.

And on it, no doubt, we'll find out why it had to be buried.

Am I right, Frankie?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I know it was you who smashed up Kim and his laptop.

Me? I had no idea that even happened.

I saw a list of number plates on a document that Kim and he was putting

together. Your friend Cordelia's number plate was on it, along with a date and

time. Then talk to Cordelia, not me.

Ironically, that was actually the very thing you were trying to prevent.

When will you ever learn, Cordelia? It's not 30 miles an hour through the

village. And don't think you can get away with this at night, either. I'm on

guard 24 -7.

You took Cordelia's car after everyone had passed out after your celebrations.

You drove it up here, not thinking for a minute that Kim and he would still be

out monitoring the roads.

She was going to post her findings on Monday, and the moment Cordelia received

her speeding notice, she would have questioned it.

You couldn't have that happen, Frankie.

Is it true?

Not a word of it.

And who stayed up half the night looking for speeders? Kim and he did.

She was heartbroken after Lawrence. She couldn't sleep or find peace anywhere.

We know that the cuckoo clock had been moved high enough to kill Brad.

And who would have known Brad's height better than you?

Try my mother.

She seemed to have spent a lot of time with him.

Yes, Mother, I knew that earring was yours.

Would you like to tell us what's on the phone, Frankie?

It won't take us long to access it.

Well,

when you put it like that, Frankie...

It was the look on his face that did it.

This look of pure and utter greed.

I knew what he was thinking.

So I sent him a message.

Why don't we steal the clock and run away together?

He agreed.

Said we should do it after things had died down.

But you came up here and rigged the clock.

Because I knew he was lying.

He wanted it all for himself.

I hoped I was wrong.

But sometimes you just know.

It was horrible to what?

I had to know that Brad would be there

at the right time.

It didn't matter what time it was.

Frankie knew Brad would turn the hour hand to get the cuckoo to come out

regardless.

Tell me about Nessie. Presumably you saw her up at the house.

Kiminy, I just got your message.

Oh, my God.

Are you sure it's her?

I can't. I just can't.

Not while there's breath in my body.

I hadn't a clue who my mother was talking about. Until you realised there

only one person your mother could hate that much.

Aggie Marlow.

And there she was, carrying Francis and Teddy.

So you took revenge for your brother?

How could I not?

She's responsible for the nightmare I call my life.

Only she wasn't.

What?

I suggest you speak to Sir Alan about that.

I'm curious about the blue ink on Kim and his laptop.

Presumably, you wanted to throw us off the trail.

Sorry, sis.

You all but forced me into loving Brad.

It was his doing, not mine.

But I didn't know that, did I? I believed every word he said.

I'm your sister. I was put in a horrible position. You want to know about

horrible positions?

Try killing three people.

Most people would have just called off the engagement.

Blame them.

They made me that way. I grew up being rejected for not being what they

desperately wanted, and there I was again, not being what Brad wanted.

What's a girl to do?

Though I rather hoped I was always one step ahead of you.

If it's any consolation.

You were.

But you always saw the wood despite the trees.

Oh, how ironic.

I don't understand you, Frankie.

How can you say all these things as if you didn't have a care in the world?

Because I learnt from the worst.

If only you and father had wanted me.

Just a simple little thing, like loving a child.

But it was beyond both of you.

I hope your daughter turns out to be everything you could hope for.

Almost there.

He's doing a grand job.

He is.

And I have to say, I am deeply impressed.

Do you know pergolas and darbours date back to early Egyptian times?

Really, that's common.

In some societies, they were actually status symbols.

Well, the Barnabys are going up in the world.

I'd have had that up an hour ago.

You'd be moaning about having a strained back by now.

I'm just saying it would have taken me half the time. Don't listen to them,

Winter.

You're doing a fine job.

A very fine job indeed.