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[joyful music]

Oh,

Hoo-ooh.

Hi.

Bernard?

Dianne, it's me.

Dianne?

For goodness' sake.

Dianne.

Dianne, d'you hear me?

[gasps]

[theme music]

Body's upstairs, sir.

JOHN BARNABY: George.

Morning, John.

What the hell is this?

Someone's idea of a bride in the bath.

It's a weird way to drown somebody.

Or drown oneself.

But we'll know a lot more when we get her out

of here, which has to be soon.

ASSISTANT: Yes, sir.

OK, George.

Where is that photographer?

[siren]

Hi.

GEORGE BULLARD: Poor girl.

A ligature.

Yep.

So I doubt she drowned.

Sir, the dead girl is Dianne Price.

She's been ID'd by her housemate.

JOHN BARNABY: Her name?

Jo Starling.

Where is she?

- In the living room.- I'll be down in a minute.

Whoever did this reallywanted her to look the part.

Bag these.

So how are you, Malcolm?

Keeping OK?

Mhm.

And keeping busy?

Yeah.

What are all the policecars doing in the village?

Don't know.

We're not used to the excitement,

not in Great Worthy.

MAN 1: And he's still up there.

Ms. Starling, I am DetectiveChief Inspector John Barnaby.

May I sit down?

Is it all right if I call you Jo?

I realize this has been a terrible shock to you,

but I need to ask you questions.

Is that OK?

When did you last see Dianne?

Well, I didn't actually see her this morning

when I left for work.

She was in bed in her room.

But she was awake.

She called out, said--

said, Cheerio, and take care.

What time was this?

Just after 7:00.

JOHN BARNABY: Did she not go to work?

JO STARLING: No.

She was between jobs--

office work.

And when you arrived home, what happened?

I came back for lunch.

I called out.

She didn't answer.

Then I saw the water.

Was there anyone outside?

No vehicles around?

No.

Tell me something, Jo.

Was Dianne ever married?

What about boyfriends?

There was Simon.

She lived with him once in the village.

Then they split up and she came to live here.

Do you know Simon's second name?

I think it was Fisher.

Yes, it was.

It was Fisher.

And does he still live in the village?

No.

He moved away.

Any idea where he went?

No.

There's a ladder in the back garden.

Does it belong there?

Yes.

It's Mr. Flack's.

He's the landlord.

Is he a good landlord?

Yes.

He's a bit fussy, but he's all right.

Why?

The bathroom.

There are no blinds, just the net curtain.

And the bedroom windows have no curtains.

Yeah.

I know.

Mr. Flack promised to--

promised to put some up, buthe hasn't got around to it yet.

Had you seen these before?

So they weren't in the housewhen you went out this morning?

No.

Do you recognize this?

Yes, it's Dianne's.

She always wore it.

On which hand?

JO STARLING: Her right hand.

This finger.

Can you think of anyone who would harm her?

No.

She was the kindest, most friendly person.

And, uh, finding her like that in the bath

and those flowers and that--

that writing.

Why?

BERNARD FLACK: There you go.

Undercoat.

Thank you.

Um, that's about all.

Thank you.

How much is that then?

I think you better get over to the cottage.

Why?

Because the place is swarmingwith police, that's why.

[phone ringing]

Yep?

JO STARLING [ON PHONE]: Sam, it's me, Jo.

Oh hi, Jo.

Look, I won't--

I can't get back into work today.

That's OK.

Anything wrong?

You all right?

Jo. What is it?

Tell me, please.

Hang on, Bernard. I'll come with you.

How long has she been like this?

Oh, since yesterday afternoon.

She liked clambering aroundon the rocks down by the pond.

At your age, Rosie, youshould be taking things easy.

I'm fairly sure it's a sprain.

Mhm.

Hello, Sam.

What's wrong?

SAM TOMLIN: It's Dianne.

She's dead.

Someone broke into the cottage and killed her.

Excuse me, I--

I'm sorry, sir. I can't let you--

Can you let me through please?

I need to get in there. - I'm sorry, sir.

No one can pass--

BERNARD FLACK: But Ineed to get in there now.

Yes, yes, can I help you?

You can help, all right.

I want to come in.

No one's allowed in.

I'm sorry.

But I'm-- I'm thelandlord of this property.

I want to know what's going on.

I have a right to know.

OK.

Mr. Flack?

Yes?

Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Jones.

Fine, but I still want to know what's going on.

Then I have to tell you a very serious

crime has taken place here.

Serious crime?

Then I definitely want to come in.

I want to see what's happened to my property.

Just listen to them, will you?

See, I'm a friend of both Dianne and Jo.

Can I help in any way? - And your name is?

Orchard.

David Orchard.

When you say serious crime?

I'm afraid Dianne Price is dead.

She's been murdered.

[tv blaring]

All done here, John.

Thanks, George.

Ms. Starling, it's all right.

Your friend is no longer in there.

Do you by any chance recognize that writing?

How about the color of the lipstick?

It was the kind Dianne always wore.

She liked bright red lipstick.

Would you show us her room please?

[clopping hooves]

Yvonne, guess what's happened?

I've already heard.

Well, that's one less bitof skirt for you to peep at.

Them police at the cottage,wonder what they'll

make of your hidey holes.

I haven't been in here since--

since it happened.

I didn't want to touch anything.

Where did Dianne keep her lipstick?

Oh.

They used to be all over thetop of the dressing table.

She loved her lipsticks.

She had loads of them.

Now they've all gone.

Ms. Starling, would you be kind enough

to give Sergeant Jones a list of all those

who were close to Dianne?

Of course.

Thank you.

What else can you tell us about your landlord?

Mr. Flack?

He's OK.

He often comes here to fiddlearound repairing and improving

things even if they don't need fixing.

[somber music]

OFFICER: You can't come in here, madam.

No.

My friend's in there.

Thank you.

JO STARLING [ON PHONE]: Fran.

Poor Jo, what you must have been through.

Mr. Barnaby, this is Fran Carter.

Mr. Barnaby's in charge of the investigation.

John.

I'm the local vet, known to every living

creature in the area butnot the police, thankfully.

Is there anything I can do to help?

I'm fine.

No, you're not.

Look, I've got a spare room.

What if I put Jo up while youget on with your investigation?

I think that would be a good idea.

Great.

When I finish work, I'll come and fetch you, OK?

It'll be around 7:00-ish.

Not like you to have flowerslike those in the house, Jo.

They're far too tacky.

Sorry, have I said something wrong?

You've seen flowers like those before?

Yes.

Why?

I was only asking.

Where have you seen them?

All right.

Cheers, mate.

[solemn music]

That's terrible.

Who would want to kill Dianne?

She never bothered anyone.

Thanks.

I need this.

- Was it a sex attack? - I don't know.

The police wouldn't tell us any more.

And they wouldn't let me into the cottage.

Of course they wouldn't.

I was still in the force, Bernard,

I'd have given you the bum's rush.

I don't stand for rubberneckers.

I didn't go there just to look.

Well, we saw you going past.

In a bit of a hurry as well.

That's because I'm the landlord.

I wanted to know if any damagehad been done to my property.

Who cares about yourproperty where the girl that's

been killed.

I think we should pray for her.

Well, I expect we will at the funeral service.

No.

I mean now.

She was one of us, a neighbor.

NIKKI ROWNTREE: Yeah.

We know that.

So I think we should allgo to the church right now

and pray for her poor lost soul.

Oh, come on, David, I've got a pub to run.

Set me up, Frank.

Thanks, Matt.

I've got to get off too.

NIKKI ROWNTREE: We're all stillthinking about her, David.

We'll never stop doing that.

They're all two pounds 50.

No, no.

I don't want to buy them.

I want to talk about them.

I'm Detective Sergeant Jones, Causton CID.

And you are?

Malcolm.

Malcolm who?

M-- Malcolm Merryman.

And do you own the place?

No.

My mum and dad do.

Ah.

How many of these have yousold in the last few days,

Mr. Merryman?

None.

Or who usually buys them?

Travelers mostly.

Can you remember the lasttraveler who bought a bunch?

How am I supposed toremember people I don't know?

So they get nicked a lot, do they?

Probably.

I don't count them.

Do you have CCTV?

No.

Can't afford it.

[bell ringing]

DAVID ORCHARD: Oh, ChiefInspector, please come in.

JOHN BARNABY: Thank you.

It's my half day.

Excuse the mess.

What do you teach, Mr. Orchard?

History and French.

And I believe you were teaching Dianne

Price on a private basis.

Yeah.

I tried, a bit of basicFrench part time, not that I

have that much spare time.

Yeah.

Poor Dianne.

I'm told she was out of work.

Could she afford to pay you for French lessons?

Oh, I never charged her.

You mean you did it for love?

Money doesn't always matter, Mr. Barnaby.

Teaching's a two way thing.

We gain from it.

We get something back.

Besides, I also have a fiance.

- Ah. - Excuse me.

I'll just--

When did these lessons take place?

Mostly during the evenings.

When was the last one?

Last Thursday I think.

Yeah.

It was, at the cottage.

How was she?

Oh, uh, usual self.

In good spirits.

Not troubled by anything apart from finding work.

And she was quite optimistic about that.

So sad.

Terribly sad.

So what does your fiancethink about all this?

Louise?

Ah, she won't mind.

I'm doing it for her.

Well, for us.

She lives in Great Worthy?

No.

South Africa.

She's working out there on a contract teaching.

Marvelous job.

Good money.

And like me, she's saving hard, and then

when she decides to terminatethe contract, she'll come back

and we get married.

Eh, school don't mind me makingchanges at my own expense,

of course.

And they-- they wantLouise to be teaching here.

So problem is, I've--

I've gotta get it finishedbefore she comes back.

Oh, hm hm.

Well.

Good luck.

Thank you.

[music playing]

Sorry, mate.

You can't park there.

Visitors car park's on the far side.

I'm looking for Sam Tomlin.

That's me.

Detective Chief InspectorBarnaby, Causton CID.

Look, if it's about the murder,

I don't see how I can help you.

I'm told you were a friend of Dianne's.

Yeah.

We were kind of mates.

How close?

Just mates.

This is Walter.

Hello, Walter.

He's too old thesedays to go out and graze.

There you go, old feller.

Dianne used to like coming here.

When did you last see her?

Must have been a couple of days ago.

She came in to see Jo.

Good looking girl like Dianne, I'm surprised

you weren't more than mates.

Me?

No.

I tried to get close to her a couple of times

but she didn't want to know.

So what can you tell me about her ex-boyfriend?

He was a plunker, workedin some tacky office.

That's where she met him.

Look, why don't you speak to my mother?

She's in the gift shop.

She works here?

She owns the place.

And she knows all aboutthe people of Great Worthy.

She married most of them.

Ah, to set your mindat rest, Chief Inspector,

I'm not some female Bluebeard.

I once served the area as registrar

until I decided to retire.

Ah.

It's my son's pathetic joke.

He's fond of telling everyone that I've

married most of the locals.

So, who killed her?

Do you know?

Must have been someonefrom outside the village.

Why?

Because she was liked.

I can't think of anyone who'd want to hurt her.

And what about her ex, Simon Fisher?

No.

He's too much of a wimp.

Hope you're going to pay for those.

Have you hosed down the yard yet?

I'll get round to it.

I want it done now.

Must think we're made of money.

I suppose you rely solely on donations.

Yes, we do.

So what made you retirefrom the marriage business?

Oh.

I'd I grown weary of it.

It's pure hypocrisy.

Dianne Price's body was dressed up

to look like a bride.

Can you think of any reasonwhy that would happen?

No.

None whatsoever.

Come on.

[train whistle]

Is that what I think it is?

Not a working line, sir.

Just a heritage site.

So it's all retired donkeysand steam trains around here.

Oh, it's no go with the deadwoman's ex-boyfriend, sir.

He's got a foolproof alibithe night of the murder

and he lives in London now.

I don't blame him.

Thank you.

Mrs. Nikki Rowntree?

Yes.

Detective Chief InspectorBarnaby, Causton CID.

And this is--

Oh, we know who this is.

It's Ben Jones in a nice suit.

Hello, Matt.

Must be six years since youdeserted the boys in blue.

Yeah, something like that.

Then again, uniform must havebeen glad to get rid of you.

I know I was.

We used to work together,Chief Inspector,

on a beat in Causton.

[inaudible] away.

So what can we do for you?

Dianne Price, webelieve she used this pub.

Yeah.

Poor thing, she was a local.

Does that mean she came in most days?

No.

She wasn't exactly a boozer.

When was she last in?

- Sunday, wasn't it? - Yeah.

It was quiz night.

She always came in on quiz night.

Was she on her own?

No.

She was with Jo Starling, her flatmate,

and Fran Carter, the vet, andalso Sam from the sanctuary.

They-- they often drank together.

Had you ever seen Diannedrinking with anyone else?

I can't remember.

Well, I hope you hurry upand find whoever did it.

Otherwise you can have myold man back in the force.

He used to kick the crap out of the weirdos.

Thank you both.

Oh, Chief Inspector.

Your [inaudible],, back in the old days,

we used to call him Jonah,not because of his name,

just because he'd alwaysput the muckers on things.

He'd wreck all your plans, turna good day into a bad one, eh?

Perhaps someone should tell this village

it's lock up your daughterstime with those two.

Why?

He liked the low life, probably still does.

She used to exploit young women.

They're bad news.

They speak well of you.

Yeah, well, if I had a degree in psychology,

I'd know how to let thingswash over me, but I can't.

Oh dear.

Sorry to hear that.

What is it?

Just don't like seeing peoplefrom the past, that's all.

Oh, Matt.

Come on.

The past is the past.

Just forget about it.

I tell you what I'm going to do.

I am gonna make you happy tonight, OK?

That's better.

[music playing]

Oh, hello, Chief Inspector.

Mr. Flack.

You're lucky.

We're about to close in five minutes.

This is my wife, Yvonne.

This is Chief Inspector Barnaby.

Nice to meet you, Mrs. Flack.

And what a pleasure it isto find a shop like this.

We do our best to please.

I'm sure you do.

I get lost in those big DIY stores.

And no one is helpful.

And talking of DIY, I visited Mr.

Orchard's house at the school.

He set himself a bit of a task.

Oh, we do all right out of David.

- Why is that? - He's too fussy.

I'd like these please.

Could you tell me where youwere this morning, Mr. Flack,

between the hours of, say, 7:30 and 1 o'clock?

I was here in the shop.

We were doing the accountsbefore we opened up.

Is that right, Mrs. Flack?

Yes.

I'm sorry to have to ask such a question,

but it's all part of our investigation.

How much is that?

Hello there.

No.

It's nothing for you, Sykes.

Hello, darling.

Three dozen cup hooks.

Why?

We don't have three dozen cups.

And spare bath plugs, always handy.

All right.

Well, I'm not going to cook.

I've had a tough day so it's Chinese.

I'll warm the plates.

You get the food.

Do you know anything aboutthe Brides in the Bath murders?

No.

1912.

Meant to look like accidental death.

Now what is the best wayto drown someone in a bath

without any signs of a struggle?

I don't even want to think about it.

Well, you pull them up bytheir feet, drag them under.

Right.

That's what George Joseph Smith did.

That's what he was hanged for.

See, old murders can be fascinating.

There's a lot to learn from them.

Chicken chow mein.

[music playing]

Hello?

Hello?

Bit of an emergency, one of our customers.

That old biddy from Castle Street.

She just telephoned.

Her taps don't work and she can't get a plumber.

So I said I'd help her out.

I never heard the phone.

Well, it rang.

Must have been busy.

[ringing]

Hello, Fran?

Jo, it's me, Sam.

Um, oh, hi Sam.

SAM TOMLIN [ON PHONE]: You OK?

Uh, fine. Fine.

SAM TOMLIN [ON PHONE]: I waswondering if I could come over.

See if I can help in any way.

Not right now. It's difficult.

SAM TOMLIN [ON PHONE]:How do you mean difficult?

I'm busy.

I'm waiting for Fran to pick me up.

I'm spending a few nights at her house.

[creepy music]

[tv blaring]

I'll be back later.

I said I'll be back later.

We heard you.

Just to tell you I won't be in tonight.

I'm going to the pub.

I've started supper.

Well, I'll just have to haveit when I come back, won't I?

You still here?

And how are you, Malcolm?

Fine, thanks.

Still getting 'em in and filling 'em up?

Just about.

And I bet you're a rightlittle charmer with all

those lady drivers, eh?

Boom boom.

Thanks.

So where were you when your friend died, eh?

Eh?

You see, that's your trouble, son.

You're so busy saving thewhales and the rainforest.

You're never around when you're needed.

He's in a right mood.

What have you done to upset him, son?

Nothing.

George Henry Lamsonpoisoned his brother-in-law

with a slice of Dundee cake.

Then there was WilliamPalmer, another poisoner.

Guess what he said when hestood on the gallow's trap door?

I have no idea.

He said, is this thing safe?

Now most of them thoughtthat they were pretty clever,

but not many of them could outwit

Sir Bernard Spilsbury, homeoffice pathologist at the time.

He was excellent.

Even in those days, he couldwork with the minimal amount

of human remains.

And you say you learned from that?

Yes.

We have to think like the murderers.

And what about your profession?

What about teachers?

What about them?

Well, do they ever try to think

like the children theyteach, and share their games,

share their sense of humor.

Let their imaginations run riot?

That wouldn't make sense, would it?

No, I suppose it wouldn't.

Time, gentlemen, please.

Drink up now.

Thank you.

Night, all.

Night, Sam.

See ya.

[music playing]

Ta da.

Told you I was going to makeyou happy the way you like it.

Good morning, Sam.

Morning, Tom.

Got your tea.

Don't know what I'd do without you.

I do.

You'd go back to town, start closing

the curbs again late at night.

Couldn't leave it alone, could you?

Do you remember those lonely days

when you were at college in Durham

and I was working in London?

I wasn't lonely.

I was.

Keys.

Keys.

They're over there.

Ugh, thanks.

And all we really wanted todo was to get married and stay

together, but we had to wait.

Right.

And that's faith, blind faith.

If you say so.

You know, I admire anyonewho has faith like that.

I'm late.

Wouldn't have guessed.

Barnaby.

Why here for God's sake?

John.

These were on top, [inaudible].

Same flowers.

Yeah.

Same as the other victim, strangulation.

Whoever did it had to dismember her

to get her into the basket, hence the blood,

a lot of blood.

First impressionsuggests some kind of saw

was used to sever the lower limbs.

Another bride.

Same color lipstick.

Not wanted on voyage.

Some joke, hey?

Does the basket belong here?

No sir.

The volunteer staff have never seen it before.

Where could it have come from?

Anywhere.

And there's blood on this sack trolley.

My guess is that she was driven here

and then wheeled in on this.

If whoever's responsible islocal, and I'm sure they are,

let's keep them contained.

I want an extra police presence in the village.

Yes, sir.

And get over to Ms.Carter's house and surgery.

Check the place out.

Ben, take a couple of my people with you.

She may have been murdered there.

Right.

Almost.

It could be 1934.

A body found in a trunk on Brighton Station.

What's this killer playing at?

Oh, hello, Mr. Orchard.

- Morning, Len. - Come on in.

Thank you.

Olive, Mr. Orchard.

Oh, hello, Mr. Orchard.

Hello, Olive.

Filled the groceries you asked for.

That's very kind.

And here's your prescriptions.

Oh, good.

I'll put your change on here, shall I?

Yes.

Fine.

You're a good man. - Yes.

Very good.

That lazy good for nothing son of ours--

Like a cup of tea, Mr. Orchard?

No.

I could buzz Malcolm, get himto come over and make you one.

No, no.

That's fine.

I've got to meet a friend.

Sir, I've found it, white Estate.

[music playing]

Ah.

Shoo.

We've got to wait for Mr. Bullard.

Morning, Liz.

Morning.

I managed to buy your favorite iced buns.

Oh David, you spoil me.

Hey, how's Louise?

Oh, fine.

Still working hard in thesunshine she tells me.

And she'd been offered a promotion, deputy head.

- Will she take it? - Nah.

She wants to come home.

Well-- You waited, youwaited, you waited, you waited.

Yeah, thank you.

Just promise me one thing.

When you get married, don't have kids.

Ooh, I've left it toolate for that, I'm afraid.

That son of mine.

From the moment he wasborn, we've never got on.

There are times when I could--

oh ho ho.

And marriages, I've seen too many.

Oh come on, Liz.

You were marvelous at your job.

Oh, that was because I tried to be different.

It was that superintendent registrar

thought differently, becauseI belonged to the Middle Ages.

And I look back all thoseclumsy brides and ugly grooms,

ghastly clothes, awful family and friends,

all that bloody confetti.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Could be back in time waiting for a train.

A day out by the sea all for 30 bob.

I know I've seen it all in my job,

but that poor woman didn'tdeserve what happened to her.

Nor the girl in the bath.

Get this, man, yeah?

I will.

I'll see you later.

John?

Glad you're here.

[inaudible] so on.

Bernard, another woman's been murdered.

Who?

Fran Carter, the vet.

So you better watch whatyou're doing, haven't ya?

She promised to collect me yesterday evening.

I waited and waited.

And then I gave up.

Thank you.

Please tell me what's happening.

I mean, Fran of all people.

Can you tell us about her friends?

The only ones she had seemedto be working at the sanctuary.

She liked living alone.

She did have a close friendonce, but she left the village.

What about the locals?

Oh, she got on with everybody.

Mr. Flack, my landlord, liked her.

David used to tease her.

David?

David Orchard.

He told her he wasthinking of buying a pet just

so he could see more of her.

He's such a kind person.

I was in a bad way once.

I was in love with a man who was already married.

David talked to me,helped me get through it.

Anyone else?

Oh, yeah.

Sam at the donkey sanctuary.

He tried to chat her up once.

Did he get lucky?

No.

He wasn't her kind.

Anyway Sam likes his girls weak and helpless.

I'm sorry.

That we all used to joke about it,

saying if there was amaiden chained to a rock,

he'd be the first one to getthere before the dragon came,

but he'd take his time releasing her.

Because he wanted to enjoy the moment.

Maidens chained to rocks.

Now there's one for the psychologists.

Do you know something, Jones?

Yes, sir.

I spent a lot of mytime and all of my savings

to get my degree.

It was important to me.

And if it doesn't help me to understand you,

it helps me to understand others.

LIZ TOMLIN: If it wasn't formy animals, I would pack a bag

and leave here until all this madness is over.

What is happening to this village?

We're told that Fran once hada close friend who moved away.

Yes, a female partner.

They were going to undergo acivil partnership registration.

That was when I was still in office.

But the relationship failedbefore I could marry them.

Get on.

You married, Sergeant?

Me?

No,

Oh, well then, GreatWorthy's the place for you.

There are far more single women here than men.

You can take your pick.

Can I think about that?

Of course.

We have a fine church,although that prick of a vicar

would drive you out your mind.

In fact, we have a wedding there today.

God help them if he launchesinto one of his sermons.

Ooh.

Is your son at home, Mrs. Tomlin?

Yes, yes, he is.

Why?

We'd like a word with him.

He's, um, in the bigfield nursing a hangover.

Knows he won't get any sympathy from me.

Was he out last night?

Yes, he was, in the pub till late.

Thank you.

Ah.

Fiver.

Eh?

I donated last time.

Fiver.

Would you like to adopta donkey, Chief Inspector?

No, thanks.

I've already got one.

Afternoon, Mr. Tomlin.

Aye.

How's the head?

We hear you had a good session last night.

Where was that, The Signalman?

Yes.

Until when?

Closing time.

BEN JONES: Then what?

I came home

Straight home?

Yeah.

Why are you asking me all this?

Fran Carter was killed last night.

So I've heard.

You think I did it?

We have to ask questions of everyone,

Mr. Tomlin, especially thosewho weren't home last night.

Walk on.

You in a relationship at the moment?

No. Why?

What's that got to do with you?

Come on.

Walk on.

It's a lovely place you have here.

All the animals look happy and contented.

That's because I care about all

kinds of defenseless creatures.

And is that how you like your women?

Vulnerable, needing to be looked after.

Is that what turns you on?

Of course not.

Thank you, Mr. Tomlin.

You've been very helpful.

Our killer is obviously fond of weddings.

Maybe we should go to one.

Could you open the door for me, please?

Thank you.

Oh, put it out.

Lucky there.

Lovely.

So what's your view on peeping Toms?

They should have their eyes put out

and their nuts nailed to a door.

No.

I'd say most voyeurs would rather

watch than cause physical harm.

So I wonder what would makeone actually decide to kill.

I don't know, sir.

Being found out, being confronted.

Why don't you go and talk to Bernard Flack?

Tell me some more aboutyour friend the publican.

Matt?

He's no one's friend, exceptthat tart he's married to.

She was Nikki Grafton,owner of an escort service.

Well, that's the polite word for it.

It was an up and under knocking shop.

Yeah.

A brothel catering mostlyfor sadomasochists.

Come on, girl.

Hope she's not late for her own wedding.

When we busted the house, itwas full of all the usual stuff,

whips, butt plugs, bondage kits,crazy costumes for dressing up.

Madame Fantasy.

Hey?

It was her working name.

So what was Matt's involvement?

He was assisting the arresting officers,

but no one realized he washaving an affair with Nikki,

- And he was done for this?- No.

He resigned from the force before they

had time to catch up with him.

Hm.

So he ends up here with Madame Fantasy.

Yeah.

You told the police Iwent to the pub last night.

Why shouldn't I?

What else did you tell them?

Oh, for goodness sake.

I heard that when they found Fran's body

it was covered in rose petals and confetti.

What are you suggesting?

Well, how the hell do you think it looks?

I wish your father was still alive.

Oh, I don't.

Poor sob lived in fear of you and you know it.

All your marriages and you couldn't even

keep your own one together.

Go to hell.

I'm already there.

We now know for sure thatshe was killed outside her home

and probably dismembered there.

And her car?

Used to transport the basket and the body.

And there were traces of whitesilk fiber in the neck wound.

The first victim had the same traces of fiber.

Was Fran Carter sexually assaulted

before she was killed?

No.

And Dianne Price?

The same.

I'd say we're looking at someone who

kills just for the fun of it.

Thank you.

[inaudible]

In London during World WarII, a psychopathic GI serviceman

killed several young womenthen dressed their bodies up.

When he was arrested, he said that he

only did it because he wantedto look at them after death.

Old murders, George.

I read a lot.

Maybe our killer does the same.

Good night.

Good night, John.

Off to the pub again?

Maybe.

Remember why we moved here in the first place?

Nope.

We needed a sanctuary ourselves

from all the bad things.

And now it's all coming in on us.

How many people in this village know you were

kicked out of your last job?

I was not kicked out.

The odds were stacked against me.

It was a conspiracy.

How many people know?

No one.

What about the police?

Don't you worry about the police.

I can deal with them.

Like you deal with everything?

This place is all we've got left.

Don't screw it up.

Thanks very much.

You OK, Malcolm?

Yes.

Thanks.

So where's um--

Matt.

Oh, he's taking the evening off.

He's not feeling very well.

Oh, do you want a top up?

Uh, no.

No.

I've got to get home.

Oh, that's a shame.

You've got me all to yourself this evening.

Mum?

Dad?

[tv blaring]

[inaudible]?

Mum?

Dad?

[solemn music]

Over here.

And the house.

[sirens]

Why these poor devils?

Can't work it out, sir.

What do they got to do with young brides?

Well, the wedding theme isthe same, but why these two?

They're an elderly couple.

There's no breathing space with this maniac.

Maniac's the world.

And we're probably wasting our time looking

for a rational explanation.

[whistling]

[suspenseful music]

[gasps]

David?

What is this?

What are you doing?

Nothing to be afraid of, Jo.

Today's a big day.

It's a day of all days.

It's your wedding day.

Please don't hurt me, David.

I'm here to help you on that big day.

No, no, David, please.

Yes.

Today.

You'll be married to God.

[screaming]

You are dead.

[scream]

WOMAN [ON RADIO]: Sorry, I didn't get that.

Could you repeat your position, please?

Repeat your position.

Back up soon as possible.

Shh.

Shh.

She needs to [inaudible].

Get an ambulance.

It's OK, Jo.

It's OK.

Everything's all right.

It's OK.

It's OK.

How's it going?

Nearly there.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Orchard.

Things to do.

Is there any coffee going in this place?

Yeah.

I'll get you one.

Another one for you, Mr. Orchard?

No, thank you.

Apologies for the mess.

I found this in your room.

Would you like to tell me what's inside?

Lipsticks, lots of them, most of them bright red.

I'd say they came from Dianne Price's cottage.

Am I right?

Mr. Orchard, I take ityou know what you've done.

I take it you realize.

Yes.

Then why?

Why did you do it?

I mean why did you kill?

You have everything to live for, a good job,

a nice house to live in.

Yeah, well, it will bewhen I finish working on it.

And you have a loving sweetheart who just

can't wait to get home to you.

Dianne Price.

Charming girl.

She was.

And not an easy one to teach, so Dianne

really hadn't the patience forFrench and it needs patience.

You made her a bride.

Yes, I did.

Why would you want to do that?

Uh, I suppose to bring things up

to date, to make sure that shewas a bride in the eyes of God.

I said to her, Dianne, I'm sorryto drop in on you like this--

Dianne, I'm sorry todrop in on you like this.

That's OK. Come in.

It's good to see you.

Cheers.

Had to change the wheel onmy car just a few yards away,

would you believe?

Could I possibly use your bathroom?

OK, look, go on up.

Thank you.

I'll get you a clean towel.

No, no, please, I can make do.

I insist.

By the way, how's French going?

[speaking french].

JOHN BARNABY: But she couldn't be

a proper bride in the eyes of God

without a wedding gown now, could she?

Is that what the flowers were about?

To make a mockery of her?

But why did she have to die?- Because she sinned.

She's living in sin with aman in this very village.

And that was wrong.

Therefore, it was up to me to put things right.

I would never dream of making love

to someone outside of marriage.

So you've been saving yourself?

Mhm-hmm.

What about Jo Starling?

Even worse.

She was having an affair with a married man.

I was hoping that one dayhe'd leave his wife for me.

But it was a lie.

You have to forget him, Jo.

I said, Jo, you got to forget him.

You must and you will, in time.

So her sinfulness was something

else you had to put right?

Yes.

It was my duty.

I had to deliver her from all evil.

And as for poor Fran Carter,I think I can guess that one.

She wanted to get married, didn't she,

but to another woman?

And I suppose that was also a sin in your eyes?

Times have changed, Mr. Orchard.

And you're a teacher.

You should know.

I suppose Fran had no worriesabout opening the door to you

at night, even with a murderer in the village,

because you're dear,sweet David, Mr. nice Guy.

How could she possibly be afraid of you.

And so we get to the really weird

one, old Mr. and Mrs. Merryman.

What harm could they possibly have done?

Ah, they'd also sinned.

They told you this?

Uh, Len Merryman did.

Bring 'em in here, Mr. Orchard.

Don't know what we'd do without you.

That son of ours is such a lazy bastard,

but then he is a bastard.

Me and Olive never got married, you see?

Never got around to it.

So that was something else you had to deal

with in the name of God.

Well, your version of it.

Is that you, Malcolm?

A recreation of a dead bridein the bath and a trunk murder.

Why?

I-- I teach modern history from 1792,

it's the Age of Enlightenment,up until the 1950s.

And?

Uh, well, sensationalmurder stories of the past

have always appealed to me.

I love the newspaper headlines of the day.

They're so graphic, so detailed.

And all those marvelouscrowds outside the prison

gates on execution days.

And what about thekilling of the Merrymans?

How does that echo a past murder?

Well, I suppose, Icouldn't find one to fit.

And I-- I was a bit pushed for time.

So what made you flip, Mr. Orchard?

What was it pushed you over the edge?

What made you kill?

I think I know.

Your fiance, she's not coming back, is she?

After almost three yearsof you doing up this place

and still staying celibate, she decided to dump you.

Oh, it's true.

I looked in your study, looked in your bedroom.

I searched through all that junk.

She seems to have stopped writing

to you on a regular basisjust over a year ago.

Do you want me to get all thoseletters, show them to you,

or shall we just talkabout one letter, one that

arrived a couple of weeks ago?

It was in your bedroom.

South African stamp.

Would you like to read it aloud for us?

All right then.

I'll read it.

It's very brief.

"Dear David, I apologize for allthe hurt I must have caused you

during the past year by notwriting, but the truth is,

I met someone else, and I'm now married.

Hope you are OK andgetting on with your life.

Much love, Louise."

After all this time spent obeying God,

you wanted your reward.

You deserved the church bells, and the flowers,

and the blushing bride.

And when you couldn't have them, you

decided to punish the sinners.

Did you think you were doingGod's work, Mr. Orchard?

Did you think the word God?

Get him out of there.

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