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[opera music playing]

[buzzing]

Yes?

Yes, of course.

This is a surprise.

How awful.

Not at all.

Come on up.

It's the third floor.

[buzzing]

[elevator humming]

You could probably do with a drink.

Oh!

[thudding]

[groaning]

[theme music]

[growling softly]

[sniffing]

[snuffling]

[yipping]

Sykesie.

Coffee's on the table.

Oh, and I meant to tellyou, I think I might have

found a dog minder for Sykes.

JOHN: Oh?

Millie Bullard, sisterto the one and only George.

I wondered if you would askhim to put in a good word.

Apparently, she's very particular,

so some serious sucking up is required.

Message received.

Is Ben back from his course today?

Yeah, he is.

The role play went down well, apparently.

[phone ringing]

See you later.

Yeah?

Hello.

[solemn music playing]

I'll be there right away.

[engine rumbling]

MAN: Easy does it.

It's over there.

GEORGE: Morning, John.

The kids found her trapped in the weir.

MAN: Just drag her in.

Why are you, um--

Uh, I was in the stationwhen the call came in.

I thought it might have--

MAN: It's a false alarm.

Thank god for that.

All right.

Let's get her out.

You thought it might have been--

John, I've got a favor to ask.

Ask away.

I wouldn't bother you normally.

I know these things happen all the time--

a young adult goes off, doesn'tbother telling her parents

what she's doing.

Someone you know?

The daughter of some very oldfriends of mine, the Olivers--

Jim and Mary.

Her name's Lucy-- lovely girl, but she's just

gone completely off the radar.

Have you heard of the Oblong Foundation?

Oh, the new age people at Malham Hall.

Yeah, the Obbies, as the locals call them.

Well, Lucy went on one of theirinduction courses for the week

and stayed five or six months.

Regular phone calls to hermum and dad twice a week,

and then she just disappeared--not a word for two months now.

So Jim hired a privatedetective who was supposed

to be an expert on cults.

But they fell out over money, and he's

no longer working for them.

They're desperate, and I can understand why.

The spokesperson for the Oblong Foundation

claims to have no knowledgeof her whereabouts.

I'll check it out.

I appreciate it, John.

And if there's anything I can do--

what?

Um, it's nothing.

What?

[doorbell ringing]

[dogs barking]

MILLIE: Quiet!

[dogs silent]

GEORGE: Morning.

This is John Barnaby.

Miss Bullard, very pleased to meet you.

It's Millie.

Where's Sykes?

I was introducing you to John Barnaby.

Well, it's pointless if I don't meet the dog.

[phone ringing] [dogs barking]

Come in.

Come in.

Quiet!

[dogs silent]

Yes?

Oh, hello.

Look, there are plenty ofother dog minders about.

Well, nothing has altered since yesterday,

and I doubt if there is anythingchanging for several months.

Outside.

[dogs barking]

No.

No.

No!

Uh, my sister's always been forthright.

But she's normally prettystraightforward to deal with.

She hasn't put you out in the garden before?

GEORGE: Uh, no.

JOHN: How long have the Oblongpeople been at Malham Hall?

GEORGE: Going on for a couple of years.

Ruth Lambert inherited theplace from her parents,

who died in a boating accident.

You may have heard of them-- a property

developer and his wife.

Oh, I remember.

It was a gas explosion, wasn't it?

Yeah, and Ruth was a memberof the Oblong Foundation.

You're not suggesting there's a connection?

There's no evidence of foul play.

The coroner was unequivocal--accidental death.

But it has proved quiteconvenient for the Foundation.

[door opening]

I'll have them send over the file

just in case there's something.

MILLIE: I do apologize about all that.

Come in.

I'm afraid George has wastedyour time, Mr. Barnaby.

I need to see you and Sykes together.

So if the two of youcould come back tomorrow,

say about midday?

JOHN: No problem.

GEORGE: Oh, perfect. - See you tomorrow.

Bye, George.

My sister.

FREDDIE: We have no idea where your daughter is.

I'm sure she'll be in touch soon.

MAN: Hey, where's Lucy, eh?

[eggs striking]

Weirdos.

Just stop that now.

[interposing voices] Stop that.

It's not helping.

DOMINIC: Perhaps you shouldlook to yourselves first.

FREDDIE: Dominic, I'll handle this.

You cannot force us to leave.This is --

FREDDIE: What do I have to--

Stop now, please.

If you're not on yourway within three seconds,

I will be doing you for assault.

What, with a dangerous egg?

Three, two.

Detective Chief InspectorBarnaby, Causton CID.

Who's in charge?

Freddie Raft.

Freddie.

If you wait for me inside,I'll be with you shortly.

Mr. And Mrs. Oliver, we need to talk.

MRS. OLIVER: We've heard nothing.

Neither have any of Lucy's friends.

It's totally out of character.

Do you know if her phone orcredit cards have been used?

We tried to find out, butthey say it's all confidential.

They refuse to tell us anything.

Press have been in touch,talking about doing a story

and using her picture.

We're not keen, but I don'tknow what else we can do.

[chatter in background]

They've agreed to nomore demos for two weeks.

In return, I was hoping you might

tell me about the circumstancesof Lucy's disappearance.

Departure.

She hasn't disappeared.

She didn't tell you where shewas going, what she was doing?

No.

But even if she had, I'd be unable to tell

her parents without her permission-- or you.

We take confidentiality very seriously.

Freddie, I'm telling you in a friendly way

that if you hear from Lucy, you will call me.

I don't need to know whereshe is, just that she's OK.

Do you understand?

And if you need to talk to anyone, can

you do it through me, please?

DOMINIC: If you could brief the inductees

as soon as they arrive--

Who's that?

Thank you, yes.

Just lay them out.

FREDDIE: That's Ruth and Dominic.

Dominic's our inspirational teacher.

Ruth's the owner of Malham Hall.

She's a longstandingmember of the Foundation.

Thank you.

CLAIRE: Well, they'repretty harmless as cults go.

JOSIE: Harmless?

Jerry and Carolyn Lambert wouldbe spinning in their graves

if they knew what was happening at the hall.

The mind control, psychologicalmanipulation, and then

there's the nudity and the orgies and

the ritualized flagellations.

Not all bad, then, huh?

Ha ha.

We get the odd absconder downhere, desperate for a drink.

But the fun police from thehall arrive and round them up.

They've got an uncanny knackof knowing when they're here.

Lucy Oliver was here thenight before she disappeared.

Well, that's why the ChiefInspector's here, isn't it?

Lucy Oliver's disappearance.

Did she say anythingabout where she was going?

No word about going anywhere.

But that Freddie womangot down here a bit quick.

And the chat they had was intense.

You didn't hear what they were discussing?

JOSIE: No.

But when Lucy left that evening, that

was the last we saw of her.

There are some who've beensuspicious of the Obbies

from the start.

Previous owners of MalhamHall died in a boating accident.

CLAIRE: Mm.

A few conspiracy theorists still believe

that it wasn't an accident.

[beeping]

WOMAN: Yeah, they took itdown when the [inaudible]..

MAN: Yeah, if you scroll down--

Retired property developerJeremy Lambert and his wife

Carolyn died last night when their classic river

cruiser exploded as a result of a gas leak.

The couple, who were experienced boaters,

had spent the evening at a local restaurant

where fellow diners said they had

enjoyed a quiet meal together.

The National Boat Owners' Association

have said the accident is a tragic reminder

of the importance of gas safety procedures

on pleasure craft, particularly older

boats with aging equipment.

Police have asked foranyone that was in the area

at the time of the incident to contact--

[shrill tone]

What did you make of the Obbies?

We'll be lucky to find out anything at all.

Such a shame that Lucy's parents fell

out with the private detective.

He'd done all the hard work--establishing a false ID,

getting a pass for the induction week.

Afternoon.

Oh, very Miami Vice.

Just part of the role play.

This is funny.

This is extraordinary.

The name the private detectivewas going to go undercover with

was Jones.

What age was he?

Same age as Ben.

A girl has gone missingfrom the Oblong Foundation.

How about going undercover onone of their induction courses?

No, I've got a week off, sir.

I need it.

I just-- I just popped in to--

I think this is what iscalled an amazing opportunity--

intelligence gathering skills, you see?

The course has not been in vain.

And it wouldn't do your promotion

prospects any harm, either.

That is undue pressure, sir.

The missing girl is the daughter of some

good friends of George's.

Seriously, Ben.

Have a look at that.

We're extremely worried about what

might have happened to her.

Her disappearance does feel iffy.

Yeah.

How does Ben feel about it all?

Oh, he can handle himself.

Well, having said that, playing the part

of his undercoveridentity will be a test--

burned-out media whiz kid from Crouch End.

[chuckling]

Anyway, we've got our interview with Millie.

We'll both have to be on our best behavior.

I've heard that.

No problem.

Sykesie will charm her, won't you, boy?

[growling]

Perfect imperfection.

The grit in a pure voice whichgives the song that extra lift

of emotion, the extra inchon a waistline that proclaims

the joy in sensual pleasureand the appetite for it--

are not these things more beautiful

than the purest beauty itself?

The planet earth, our veryhome, it is not a sphere.

It is--

Oblong.

Oblong-- a spinning oblong wobbling,

tilting on its axis in itsoblong orbit around the sun.

Imperfect fireball, aragged, life-giving globe

of flame, all imperfectionsgranting so many possibilities

and bringing so much of what isunique and beautiful to life,

to our lives.

And so being here this week, you are

invited to be a part of that cosmic imperfection

and to glory in it knowingly.

[cell phone ringing]

Oh, oh, sorry.

Sorry, gosh, howexcruciatingly embarrassing.

Right, then.

Right, there we are.

I've done it.

Sorry.

A siren call of new technology.

Oh, tell me about it.

Yes, thank you.

So I think that this is probablya good time to invite you all

to make your last phone call of the week,

and then all the mobiles will be handed in.

It-- it is one of the few rules that we

have here at Malham Hall.

Thank you.

[applause]

He didn't say anything about the free love

like they do on the website.

I hope we haven't been broughthere under false pretenses.

Well, you've made a friend there.

Blaze Leadbetter. - Cosmo Jones.

Oh, Cosmo--

I like.

That's so typical of me, the whole phone thing.

Persona non grata, and we've not even started.

Hey, it could have happened to anyone.

Thank you.

Well, I'd--

I'd better make that call.

Oh, yes, of course.

Yes.

JOHN: Excuse me.

BOAT RESIDENT: Hey, Wolf.

Here, boy.

JOHN: Do you know, wasthere once a pontoon here?

BOAT RESIDENT: There was, yeah--

partially destroyed when a boatblew up two or three years ago.

And they never rebuilt it.

Must've been quite an explosion.

Yeah, it was a big bang.

You were here when it happened?

You a copper?

Thought so.

I can spot one at 100 yards.

I can spot a hash plant at 20.

Hey, Wolf.

Come on, Wolf.

Come on, boy.

JOHN: I'm not interested in prescribed plants.

But I am interested in what happened

on the night of the explosion.

Well, no one was that interested in what

I had to say at the time.

Yes, I found a comment in the case notes.

Said you seemed to be high during pretty

much all of your waking hours.

Dang.

It doesn't mean you don't hear things.

I think that was his point.

What did you hear, exactly?

BOAT RESIDENT: I was down below.

I didn't see anything.

But I heard footsteps on the pontoon.

And I thought it was theLamberts returning, at first.

They didn't come down to their boat that often,

but I'd seen them earlier that day.

But then I heard thefootsteps going back again,

so I realized it couldn't have been them.

What about the explosion?

I was on deck for that.

[carolyn laughing]

Oh!

Did you have a good meal?

Excellent, thanks.

Night.

Good night.

[jangling]

[phone ringing]

CAROLYN: Yes?

BOAT RESIDENT: So Carolynanswered her phone--

CAROLYN: Who's this?

BOAT RESIDENT: --just whenshe got back on board.

Oh, wait a moment, can you?

BOAT RESIDENT: And then afew moments later, it just--

[explosion]

Obviously, they were both dead.

[phone ringing]

JOHN: Excuse me.

Jones.

They're not keen on mobile phones.

I'll be hiding mine, handing in the spare.

So I'm not sure how easy it'sgoing to be to keep in touch.

Well, if you get anything on Lucy Oliver,

tell me as soon as you can.

But don't push it.

Concentrate on fitting in for now.

Yeah.

You never mentioned the inductees

have to sleep in a dormitory.

Yeah.

Go easy on the free love.

They're a bit scary, to be honest.

England expects, Jones.

BEN: They've got an interesting--

[footsteps]

Be your own tree.

[inaudible]

Yeah.

Bye.

BLAZE: I was just lookingfor somewhere to hide mine.

Depriving us of our mobile phones--

it's against our human rights.

That is just for emergencies, obviously.

Absolutely.

Do you think mine could sharethat nice little sleeping

bag with yours?

Yeah.

BLAZE: Friend of minetold me about the course.

Changed her life.

But then, she's always been a bit out there.

BEN: Yeah, I heard it's, uh, pretty awesome.

BLAZE: But they're not perfect, though.

When she was here, a coupleof the Foundation regulars

had a blazing row, apparently.

Yeah.

One of them walked out,just disappeared one night.

Very weird.

Right.

So do you know who was involved?

Yeah.

It was Freddie, I think, the woman who runs it,

and a young woman-- what was her name?

I think it was Lucy.

Nice girl, apparently, but just upped and left,

didn't say goodbye to anyone.

Is that right?

Apparently.

Um, did your friend say what the row was about?

I've no idea.

She said it was still a good week.

But I think I'll take a bitmore convincing before I

commit to the Oblong way--

bit of a skeptic.

Best way.

Listen, I, uh, I gotta make one last call,

and I'll see you up there.

DOMINIC: Perhaps they--

Oh.

Beautiful here, isn't it?

Ah, I like to explore newplaces, get my bearings--

know where I am.

Well, we all need to know where we are.

It's, um, Cosmo, isn't it?

That's right.

Wise words from a wise man, I think.

Maybe a bit wasted on an advertising copywriter.

Will you walk with us, copywriter?

Of course.

SUSAN: Yeah?

ASSISTANT: There's a DCI John Barnaby

asking to see you, Miss Crane.

SUSAN: Mr. Barnaby, towhat do I owe the pleasure?

It's an informal visit.

Oh, dear.

That normally means you'll beasking me for information I

shouldn't really be giving out.

You've seen through me straightaway.

[chuckling]

Well, I suppose theworst I can do is say no.

I'll try my luck, then.

I understand Ruth Lambertis a client of yours,

and her parents were yourclients when they were alive.

You were executor of their wills.

That's correct.

There's a missing persons caseI'm looking into informally,

a Lucy Oliver, and I washoping to get some background

about the OblongFoundation and their setup

at Malham Hall with Ruth.

As far as I'm concerned,everything's above board.

The Foundation is renting MalhamHall on a short-term tenancy

agreement from Ruth.

That's it.

Did you know the Lamberts well?

Can I ask what this has to do with Lucy

Oliver's disappearance?

I was going to ask whatyour feelings were about the,

uh, boating accident.

You think they're connected?

I'm just trying to get a feelfor the general background.

General background?

Aha, I see.

For what it's worth, I wassquarely in the accident

waiting to happen camp.

I've been on the Lamberts' boat.

They didn't turn the gas off at the bottle.

They didn't even turn itoff at the secondary valve

by the cooker.

And with Carolyn's smoking--

--an accident waiting to happen.

BEN: That's me.

MEMBER: Ah.

There you are.

BEN: Thank you.

MEMBER: Your mobile will be here for collection

on the last afternoon of the course.

Ruth?

MEMBER: And if you could just sign here.

There's a registered letterfor you at the post office.

I offered to sign for it,but the postman insisted

on getting your signature.

RUTH: Why are they like this?

FREDDIE: I think you shouldgo sooner rather than later,

but you should take someone with you.

I could go with her.

The villagers cause any trouble,I'll give them a bit of that.

RUTH: I think, actually, it's more

diplomacy we're looking for.

What about Cosmo?

Don't you think one of thefamily rather than an inductee?

He'll be fine.

This is the village post office.

Right.

If there's any trouble, just defuse it.

You can do that, copywriter.

Now, I feel the calm in him.

Oh, no.

They're the ones whowere causing the trouble.

BOY 1: Look who this is.

BOY 2: Spot the weirdos!

BOY 1: Look, it's the tree huggers.

BOY 2: So where's Lucy, eh?- I'm sorry about this.

BOY 2: Where is she? BOY 1: That's right.

Just walk away.BOY 2: What, under the patio?

Where you going with her? BOY 1: Freaks.

BOY 2: Hey, don't ignore us.

BOY 1: Why don't you goback to where you came from?

Ow!

Oi!

Ah!

BOY 1: You shy or something?

Why can't you face us?

Oi. Go on.

Stop.

BOY 1: Answer the question.We want to know.

Where's Lucy?

BOY 2: Look at the bozo. BEN: Ah!

Ow! BOY 2: Freak!

JOHN: That's enough.

BOY 1: Hey.

He's going to let a dog loose on us.

You two again.

Throw another one ofthose, and I will have you

on a community order picking up litter

for the next couple of years.

Could I have a word, please, sir?

Nice to see you keeping a low profile, Cosmo.

I've made contact with someone who confirms

that Freddie and Lucy fell out.

Massive row, apparently.

The next morning, she was gone.

They asked me to come herewith Ruth Lambert in case

there was any trouble.

That's her.

She's picking up a registered letter.

Call me.

Oh, my gosh.

What's happened?

Local village idiots, I'm afraid.

More than our fair share here.

So you won't be pressing charges then, sir?

Well, you know, if there'sanother incident like this,

then I'll have to reevaluate.

Are those my tomatoes?

Right, you'll be paying double for that lot.

JOHN: I didn't realizeyou worked here, as well.

Here during the day,pub evenings and weekends.

JOHN: That's a long week.

JOSIE: Yes, well, some of us weren't

born with a silver spoon in our mouths.

Right, that'll be 10 pounds, please.

BOY 2: Yeah?

I don't think so.

Do you want me to go aroundand ask your dad for it?

It's up to you.

[car starting]

They're getting so confrontational.

Pretty good shots, too.

I'm sorry.

Mm, Mr. Barnaby.

And who's this?

This young fella is Sykes.

He's a bit nervous.

We've got an interview withMillie Bullard in half an hour.

CLAIRE: Oh, we know Millie.

Many are interviewed, few are chosen.

[laughing]

Well, I think Sykes mightneed a bit of fortifying

for his ordeal ahead.

Beau's going to have toshare her snack this morning.

Oh, there you go.

CLAIRE: Short rations, Beau.

- Claire? - Yeah?

Phone.

CLAIRE: Oh, OK.

Hang on one sec.

Well, listen, good luck.

JOHN: Thank you.

Paddy's obviously run off his feet.

You know, the Lamberts used tohave lunch here quite a lot.

I don't think Claire was verypleased when Paddy barred them.

Of course, it's still verybusy here in the evenings.

Claire's reputation fromher old catering business.

What did the Lamberts do to get barred?

He doesn't like the ideaof serving anyone, Paddy.

So when you've got the Lamberts, who

thought they owned theplace, well, it was always

going to be a rocky road.

[doorbell ringing]

[dogs barking]

MILLIE: Quiet!

[dogs silencing]

[sykes growling]

Sykesie, could you keep it down just a touch?

Mr. Barnaby and Sykes.

Do come in.

RUTH: I did love my mum and dad.

But I just had to get out of that place

when I was old enough.

It's such a huge house withjust two or three people in it.

It seemed so wasteful.

Now, though, with theFoundation, it feels so right.

But there are still a lotof memories there for me.

Those kids in the village weregoing on about a Lucy Oliver,

weren't they?

I heard she, um, had a row with Freddie

before she went missing? - That's not true.

Lucy and Freddie were really good friends.

Yeah, well, I always take secondhand comments

with a pinch of salt. Betterto trust your instincts, I say.

That's what Dominic always says--

the logic of trusting your instincts.

I think Dominic has really taken to you.

I think maybe I have, as well--

a little.

[barking]

JOHN: He's normally very calm.

A bit excited.

MILLIE: What have you foundout about the Oliver girl,

about her curious disappearance?

Did you know there's a footpath that runs

through the Malham Hall estate?

I didn't.

Oh, yes.

And they've always beenrelatively relaxed about people

walking their dogs there.

But just recently, they'veput up notices asking owners

to keep their dogs on a lead.

I'll leave you to draw your own conclusion.

Leave!

A bit of trouble down in the village, was it?

Ruth said you were magnificent.

Can't argue with that.

Did you want to shower?

Oh, yes. All right.

No, no, no, no, no.

It's OK.

Just-- just finishing.

Shame.

I happen to know Freddie'sgoing over to London tonight,

staying over.

You're very interested in Freddie.

Well, it's our one and onlychance to look at her room.

I want to find out a littlebit more about the Foundation

before I pledge my undying loyalty.

[food jangling]

SARAH: How did it go?

JOHN: Come in here.

So?

Do we have a dog minder?

She's prepared to give Sykes a trial.

Oh, well.

A trial?

Mm.

And she wants to meet theother pack leader, as well.

That's you.

What happened?

It was fine.

Miss Bullard says the only way she

can really get a handle on Sykes' personality

is if she meets us both.

It went well.

There was no inappropriate behavior?

No leg mounting?

None.

And Sykes behaved himself?

[laughing]

I suppose it'll all be worth it.

MEMBER: Dominic will address you.

From the time of the Anglo-Saxon roundhouses,

communal sleeping was the norm.

People slept not just with theirfamily but with their tribe.

And this is the Oblong way for our inductees.

But if people do needtheir own space for coitus,

then love rooms are availablein the adjoining corridor.

And can I ask that all inducteesobserve the protocol of the Do

Not Disturb signs?

So good night, one and all.

You in there, mate?

[door closing]

[sleep breathing]

What?

[WHISPERING] Don't look so worried.

It's not a proposition.

We just go out, pretendwe're going to the love room,

and then, when the coast isclear, nip over to Freddie's.

OK.

BLAZE: [WHISPERING] Take my hand.

We've got to look the part.

Here.

Come on.

Hello, there.

Room for another one?

We're, uh, strictly do not disturb.

Well, it's not really in the spirit of things.

Sorry, mate.

[panting]

[moaning]

[thumping]

It's making me feel a bit funny.

I think the coast must be clear by now.

Which way?

This way.

Door.

[door latching]

Look through the drawers.

[phone ringing]

What if someone comes along to see?

[door opening]

DOMINIC: It must be important.

I'll be right back, butterfly.

What's happening?

Yes, go on.

What did they say?

Right.

OK.

I understand that.

They can't prove that there's been a murder.

They can't produce a body.

Oh, yeah, fine.

Now, listen, Freddie, I reallydon't think that you should

be leaving your door unlocked.

Mm.

OK.

Talk soon, then.

Bye.

[lock clacking]

[rattling doorknob]

It's locked.

No.

No.

[phone vibrating]

JOHN: Hello?

Hi, matey.

I'm in a bit of a sticky situation here.

Matey?

Yeah, I've got someone with me,

and we're in a bit of a pickle.

I, uh, [inaudible].

Doesn't sound promising.

Yeah, anyway, we're two stories up,

and I don't know how we're going to get out.

OK, this is what we're going to do.

[phone ringing]

DOMINIC: I'm so sorry.

Hello?

MAN [ON PHONE]: [non-english speech]

Hello?

MAN [ON PHONE]: Hello?

Hello?

About time.

Talk about hogging love room number three.

[exhaling]

MILLIE: I'm quite sure he'll fit in.

And you can pick him up anytime up until 8 o'clock.

About 7:00?

Perfect.

Time to introduce Sykes to his new chums.

Say goodbye, Sykes.

You be good.

Oh, there's no alternativeat this establishment.

7 o'clock, then.

OK.

A magical tree, the willow.

Now, one branch separatedfrom the mother tree

will regenerate itself ifit's planted in the soil close

to life-giving water.

You-- you are all branchesof your own family trees.

And we are, all of us, apart of the tree of life--

in the moment attached to the past and through

us run the sap of future growth.

If our spirits are not free,we are but wood on the bow.

Be your own tree.

ALL: Be your own tree.

Be your own tree.

Be your own tree.

Be your own tree.

Be your own tree.

Will you just look at them.

Ha.

Not even going to work at this time of year.

Symbolic, apparently.

Yeah.

Now, thrust it homefirmly so that it may thrive

and put down roots and its body may grow

and its limbs reach towards the heavens.

Let the Oblong Foundationbe your fertile ground.

Let us provide thenutrients for your growth

and the full realization of your potential.

Wow.

I can really feel your spiritual energy.

It's so strong.

Can you feel anything from me?

Uh.

I think that's a yes.

You two, you have a natural bond, I think.

The process has begun.

Ruth Lambert has asked me to cooperate fully

with you regarding givingyou details of her parents'

financial situation.

When it comes to the Oblong Foundation,

she says there really is nothing to explain.

Fair enough.

As executor of the Lamberts' will,

I discovered that there had beena number of cash withdrawals

over the years from theiraccounts amounting to hundreds

of thousands of pounds.

As the family lawyer, I mentioned

the possibility of accusationsof inheritance tax avoidance

to Ruth.

You thought they were evading tax?

No, it was something thathappened, oh, about 18 months

before the accident that I mentioned to Ruth

and she thought I should mention to you.

Mention away.

Jeremy Lambert was thinkingabout lending some money.

And he wanted to know the legally

binding nature of an IOU.

But I told him a promissory note would

provide the best protection.

I even offered to draft one for him.

But he said they were just thinking

about it at this stage.

One or two months later, hesaid he'd changed his mind.

This wasn't mentioned in the case report.

Well, it wasn't relevant.

The explosion was an accident.

And our position was that whenever there

was a significant withdrawal of cash,

the money had gone on gambling.

That's a lot of flutters.

Indeed.

JOSIE: I told Carolyn they'dmissed last orders for food one

evening, and they were upset.

Told us what veryspecial customers they were

and how they deserved special service.

I told them if you don't like the service,

you'd better go elsewhere.

Because I don't want you around here.

And the pub's all the better for it.

Fortunately, I'm financiallysecure enough not

to have to worry about the custom

from people like the Lamberts.

CLAIRE: Paddy, is there any chance that you

can change the gas bottle?

Oh, hello.

Claire's doing a bigbarbecue at the weekend--

likes to be prepared, don't you, my love?

Well, I don't want to run out.

JOSIE: You'll want to mind what you say.

Mr. Barnaby's reinvestigatingthe deaths of the Lamberts.

Anyone handy with that kind of thing'll

end up on his list of suspects.

I'm not so sure about that.

There's a major differencebetween barbecues, which are

out in the open, and boats--

enclosed, airtight spacesin which leaking gas

collects like water in a pond.

No, I think the chief inspectoris more likely to be interested

in those with theknowledge of leisure craft

rather than barbecues, like you and me.

The difference being I didn't have

anything against theLamberts, unlike some people.

W-- w-- w-- well, the two of us hate boats--

avoid them at all costs, don't we love?

Yeah.

We're not their biggest fans.

Do any of you know of anyonelocally who might have borrowed

money from the Lamberts?

Borrowed money-- no.

I think that's a bit unlikely.

Well, no, the Lambertswere pretty good at spending

on themselves, but they were quite tight

when it came to other people.

They owned half thevillage, but I don't remember

them ever buying a round.

Not bad tippers, though. [phone ringing]

PADDY: [MUMBLING] Feeble throwbacks.

Excuse me.

Jones, how's it going?

While I was trapped in Freddie's room,

I heard Dominic on the phone saying something

like they can't prove she's been murdered

if they don't find a body.

Did you get theimpression there was a body?

Difficult to say.

Listen, things are gettinga bit complicated down here.

What's happened?

This Ruth girl is getting very trusting,

and I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable with it.

You're not going native on me, are you, Jones?

She's vulnerable, sir.

She's been telling me about her parents' death

and how difficult she found coping with it.

Apparently, she's put alltheir stuff in an outbuilding

till she can face sorting it out.

Have you seen it?

No, it's all locked away.[phone beeping]

WOMAN [OVER PA]: Oursocial network session is

due to start in five minutes.

Battery's going.

JOHN [ON PHONE]: Is Freddie back?

WOMAN [OVER PA]: All inductees--- Haven't seen her yet.

Listen, um, I've gotta go.

Who are you calling?

Don't you trust me, Cosmo?

WOMAN [OVER PA]: This is your last call

for the social network sessionstarting in five minutes.

GAIL: So 8:30 on the fifth, table for 10.

Wonderful. See you then.

Bye.

Oh, I forgot to take her deposit.

Oh, I'm sure they'll turn up.

We're not booked up anyway,so it doesn't matter.

You all right?

Oh, yes I'm fine-- absolutely fine.

You don't think mentioning about boats

and how we didn't like them--you don't think that sounded

a little defensive?

Paddy, it was an accident.

Well, that DCI doesn't seem to think so.

And everyone knows I didn'tget on with the Lamberts.

[scoffing]

You and several dozen other people.

So what?

You're right.

[laughing nervously]

WOMAN [OVER PA]: Embrace your fellow students

and then strengthen their imperfections.

We need to keep an eye on him.

WOMAN [OVER PA]: --thateach spirit will be whole.

So we must move on to a new [inaudible]..

We will honor and respectthe real you, the real--

JOHN: Detective ChiefInspector Barnaby, Causton CID.

I need to speak to Ruth Lambert.

Actually, Freddie deals with all our inquiries,

and she's not here at the moment.

Isn't it up to Ruth?

I thought personal responsibility

was what the OblongFoundation was all about.

WOMAN [OVER PA]: --and respect.

Gain strength and move on.

If you don't want tospeak to the police officer

without Freddie present, that's your prerogative.

I would like someone present.

Would you mind?

No problem.

WOMAN [OVER PA]: Ourspirit is refreshed as we

embrace our imperfections.

Has my solicitor been helpful?

She told me you were lookinginto the deaths of my parents

again.

She has, and weappreciate your cooperation.

I was never really sureabout the coroner's verdict.

I could never have got throughit at all without the support

of the Foundation.

Dominic and Freddie have been fantastic.

Well, there's a lot to sort out--

practical stuff, as much as anything.

Oh, I couldn't do any of that.

I just put Mum and Dad's stuffin one of the old outbuildings.

Is that right?

Do you think I could, uh, havea look at your parents' things?

Are the personal papers here?

Some.

All the financial stuff went to the solicitor.

[drawer opening]

She was trying to cut down.

There were still certain things she couldn't do

without a cigarette, though--

having a drink andsocializing were the toughest.

And talking on the telephone.

She couldn't have a phone conversation

without lighting up.

Couldn't do it.

Do you, um--

do you have your mother'sold mobile phone number?

I'll just be a couple of minutes.

BEN: Mother's mobile phone number?

JOHN: Call me.

I can't.

My battery's gone dead.

All right.

Meet me on the footpath by theriver tomorrow morning at 7:00.

I just need a phone numberfrom Ruth, and then I'm done.

Thank you for your cooperation.

[music playing]

I'm really beginning to get the vibe now.

That last session was bang on.

Respect the real you, respect the real other.

Hang on.

Totty at 3 o'clock.

BEN: Oh, hi.

Hi.

I was thinking I'm not quiteready for the day to end.

And I was wondering if you'd like

to spend some time with me.

Nice outfit.

So why all the interest in the parent stuff?

Do you think they were murdered?

I'm not sure.

But I can see a way itcould have been done now.

If whoever it was knew aboutCarolyn's smoking habits--

oh, Sykes, here!

Sykesie!

Day two with his minder.

I don't want him looking like a mud rat.

Sykes!

Her smoking habits?

Whoever it was would havegone to the Lamberts' boat,

loosened the gas tube to the cooker

and made sure that the gaswas turned on at the bottle,

then waited.

All they had to do was phone Carolyn's mobile

as she got on board, knowing that she

wouldn't be able to talk without lighting up.

Boom.

It would explain why they never found

any kind of remote detonator.

The near-perfect crime.

But the person with the biggest motive

would be your girlfriend.

Oh, she propositioned me last night.

Oh.

Oh, I, uh, didn't do anything.

But it's doing my head in.

Well, she is unlikely tobe the murderer since she

put us on to her mum's compulsive lighting up

on the phone habit.

But perhaps Lucy discovered something

about the death of the Lamberts,and that's why she disappeared.

I don't actually think there's anything more

to find out about Lucy, sir.

What I overheard Dominic sayingon the phone doesn't mean

they killed her.

They're worried other people will blame them.

It doesn't mean there's a body.

Oh, my god.

I think perhaps you should stay--

[sykes barking]

--at least until I've had this identified.

BEN: Hi.

How are you doing?

A bit hurt, to be honest, a bit wounded

in the pride department.

But I had really gooddreams last night, though.

Did you have good dreams?

Yeah.

You know the fact that youasked us to wait last night--

well, it just makes me allthe more sure about you.

I won't take no for an answer tonight, though.

I think you've [inaudible].

Hi, Blaze.

Are you in a good place today?- Oh, yeah.

Uber, uber good.

[music playing]

DOMINIC: It's basically a forum, an opportunity

for people to feedback theirexperience of the week.

Ah, just in time for roll call.

You'll have to take it yourself.

Why?

What's happened?

I'll join you in a minute.

Freddie.

We'll be unmasking an imposter.

[gate squealing]

Of course, we're right tomake the most of ourselves--

the well-cut suit that flatters the figure

of a gentlemen and ladies who enjoy

the benefits that a good liftand separate bra has to offer.

But for me, I finally decided I'm more Bruce

Willis than Arthur Scargill.

I'm finally being my own me, being my own tree.

[applause]

AUDIENCE: Be your own tree.

Be your own tree.

Be your own tree.

Be your own tree.

Now, not everyone here is being

as honest about who they are.

We have an imposter in our midst.

Oh, yes.

Yeah, Freddie has been in London trying

to persuade a certain tabloidnewspaper not to put out

a very negative story about us.

And she has discovered that one of you

is not who you say you are.

But before Freddie returnsto reveal which one of you

is the tabloid journalist,you have a brief opportunity

to be honest with us.

[murmuring]

What?

Blaze, are you researching astory for a national newspaper?

I've been trying todiscover the truth about what

happened to Lucy Oliver.

Do you have a problem with that?

Traitor!

MAN: Shame on you. [interposing voices]

Yeah? Yeah.

Yeah, well, I'm not the only imposter here.

Because there's a private detective

in our midst investigatinga disappearance, as well.

Yeah.

And he is right here.

Yeah, because the office told me.

MAN: Traitor!

[clamoring]

BEN: Wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Lucy?

Freddie's dead.

It's OK. It's OK.

MAN: Traitor!

WOMAN: Shame on you.

Please, stay where you are.

Back off.

I'm a police officer.

Please.

Lucy, it's OK. Come.

Come with me. It's OK.

It's OK.

Dominic!

Is she dead?

She is.

[gasping]

I was staying at a friend's place in London

getting my head together.

Freddie kept sending me these emails.

I didn't reply to any.

What were the emails about?

She wanted me to get in touchwith my mum and dad, talked

about some tabloid story thatwas going to be published

about the Oblong Foundationsuggesting I was dead

and how the Foundation hadsomething to do with it.

[door opening]

So why didn't you get intouch with your parents, Lucy?

I don't know.

It's just--

[car approaching]

Lucy, you had a row with Freddie

the night before you left.

Is that right?

What was it that caused the row?

You know that Freddie and I were

having a physical relationship?

Go on.

One evening, I let myself intoFreddie's room to surprise her.

And I found her counting money on the bed--

loads of it, with the safe open behind her.

What is this?

You should have knocked.

I thought you said it was anon-profit-making organization.

I thought that any profitsyou did make went to charity.

They do-- some of them.

Obviously, we have to considerour own financial security.

LUCY: This is a bit more than financial security.

That's thousands and thousands of pounds.

Don't be naive, Lucy, darling.

I couldn't believe it.

You mentioned a safe.

[police radio chatter]

It was right there.

BEN: Sir.

I don't suppose you have any idea

who might know the combination.

Sorry.

OK.

I think your parents would like to see you.

BEN: I'll take her down.

Good to see you, Lucy.

Thanks.

And you.

OFFICER: Mind the tape, miss.

Possible financial motive, do you think?

Any surprises?

Time of death minutes beforethe body was discovered--

quarter of an hour, max.

Which would give everyonein the barn an alibi.

What about Lucy?

Oh, she had nothing to do with it.

I'm 99% certain.

GEORGE: Do you still want meto analyze the bones you found?

Did you happen to noticewhether they were human at all?

A spare rib of pork-- picnicbarbecue, I should think.

[chatter over police radio]

[crying]

[slapping]

Oh!

Don't you dare try and tellme you were just doing your job.

Ben, can you leave this to me, please?

You had an undercover police officer here.

What was he doing?

I think you know we were concerned

about Lucy's disappearance.

And you were so right about that, weren't you?

I need to ask if either of you know

the combination to thesafe in Freddie's bedroom.

The safe?

It was a robbery?

We don't know.

Opening the safe could tell us.

Well, I have no idea.

Freddie dealt with all that.

I didn't even know the safeexisted until Freddie found it.

Well, Freddie definitely knewthe combination because Lucy

saw her with the safe open.

Oh, I know she worked it out.

She showed me what was inside.

Would you mind if I spoke to Ruth privately?

What was in the safe?

RUTH: Quite a lot of money andgold sovereigns and documents.

What documents?

I asked Freddie to deal with them.

I couldn't face it at the time,and Freddie was good at all

that financial stuff.

It would have been useful if you'd

mentioned the safe when wespoke about your parents before.

None of the contents wereincluded in the estate, so I--

I thought it best not to.

Did Freddie tell you howshe managed to open it?

I gave all our birth dates.

She thought they'd be worthtrying because they'd used

mine for the burglar alarm.

But she didn't crack it straightaway.

She asked me about othernumbers they might have used.

It took her a couple of days.

Could you do something for me?

Could you write down the birth dates for yourself

and your parents and any other numbers

you might have given to Freddie--

any car registration numbers, phone numbers?

It was a while ago.

This may well help usidentify Freddie's murderer.

And if your parents were murdered, as well--

which I think they were--

it'll be their murderer, too.

One last thing-- I understand you received

a registered letter recently.

Who was it from?

It was from Mr. Oliver.

He was asking if I knew anythingabout Lucy, where she was.

I didn't.

[knocking]

Sorry to interrupt, sir.

You were really good.

You know that?

You totally took me in.

JOHN: I don't think Detective Sergeant

Jones took advantage of youas much as he might have done.

I know that because hetold me how uncomfortable

he was with the situation.

Can I go now, please?

You can go.

Mr. Oliver would like to take Lucy home now.

She needs a change of clothing.

Just keep us informed ifshe wants to go anywhere.

Uh, thank you.

What did Ruth say, sir?

She confirms Lucy's story.

The safe was full of money and gold coins,

all part of theinheritance tax avoidance.

But I also think it'spossible that the identity

of our murderer is in there, as well.

How's that, sir?

JOHN: Well, I think theLamberts lent money to somebody,

and avoiding paying them back could have been

the motive for their murders.

If the IOU was in a safe and Freddie found it,

it could be why she was murdered, too.

The question is whether it has now been removed.

Do we know what the loan was for?

No, just that it was keptvery secret for some reason.

[engine starting]

[music playing]

Lucy, trust the real you.

We could try them all backwards.

What I don't understand is why didn't

Ruth know anything about thesafe and the combination?

You think she's lying?

No, I don't.

But could there have been aclue in the will, perhaps?

I wonder if Ruth would have a copy.

We could ask her.

All right.

Give it a try.

Me?

If you're worried, I could have a go.

No, no, no.

It's fine.

I'm sure it's here somewhere.

BEN: I'm sorry about Freddie.

We had no idea it was going to happen.

It's sad that we've met the way we did.

For a while there, I thought itmight have been the real thing.

Ah.

I suppose once I give you this, you'll

have got all you need from me, and we'll be

able to go our separate ways.

Ruth, Ruth--

I'm sorry we met the way we did, as well.

Broken.

Can't be mended.

A shame, but there we are.

BEN: Sir.

Sir, I think we got something.

Freddie asked to see the will, as well.

And it looks like there is a clue in it.

Tell me.

My parents weren't at all religious

but they included a linein the will which I thought

was odd when I first read it.

BEN: "Although we leave ourdaughter wealthy in material

terms, we want to remind her that she'll

be safe with a gift she received when

she first entered the church."

Baptism?

Do you remember the date?

And that was a question Freddie asked her.

My parents always made a point of telling

me that I was baptized one monthto the day after I was born.

The fifth of the sixth, '81.

[suspenseful music playing]

[creaking]

Apparently, Lucy is not asuspect despite being covered

in the poor woman's blood.

Putting her parents through hell like that.

Two months, was it?

I think it's gotsomething to do with her not

being able to come toterms with her sexuality--

punishing them.

All because they were right about the Obbies.

A parent can do almost nothing worse

than be right incircumstances like that, huh?

Mmm.

JOHN: A template for some kindof confidentiality agreement

and a tenancy agreement for Malham Hall,

but no promissory note.

If someone managed to get into the safe,

would they just take the promissory note and not

the cash and the gold sovereigns?

It does seem unlikely,in which case, if there's

no promissory note here, there'sno evidence there ever was one.

So we are back to square one.

[music playing]

legalcontractsforyou.com.

BEN: Standard form.

Downloaded, just as you mightdownload a standard template

for a promissory note if you didn't

want to involve your solicitor.

Did your parents have a computer?

[computer beeping]

So you think someonemurdered my parents to get

out of paying a loan back?

I'm wondering whether Freddie found

the paperwork in the safe.

Perhaps she didn't mention it to you

because she decided that she could

use it in some way herself.

But Freddie would have told me if she'd

found evidence that somebodyhad murdered my parents.

At the time, 18 months ago,everyone thought your parents'

death had been an accident.

But that all changed when itbecame public knowledge that I

was reexamining the case.

Then the person with the forgotten debt

would no longer just look lucky.

They'd suddenly have a big motive

for killing your parents.

BEN: And Freddie would have beenthe only one who knew about it.

OK.

Try searching for promissory or IOU.

[typing]

Two files.

JOHN: Try the more recent.

BEN: Would an unsigned computer document

be valid in court, sir?

JOHN: The witness's name is there for a reason.

Try his number.

If he confirms theveracity of the document,

it will be admissible.

[phone beeping]

Thank you, Ruth.

We'll, um, be in touch.

Detective Sergeant Jones, Causton CID.

I'd like to speak to a Mr. Max Fuller, please.

I see.

Can you tell what the circumstances were?

The date.

Get the date.

Do you know what dateit was when this happened?

OK.

Thank you.

I'll call you back.

He was stabbed to death at his flat.

Sounds like an aggravated burglary.

It was the night of the boating accident.

[exciting music playing]

And the killer was never apprehended?

No.

I think it's time they were.

[razor buzzing]

[engine starting]

[razor buzzing]

I don't see what Claire's old invoices

have got to do with anything.

A catering job thatClaire did for the Lamberts

three and a bit years ago on their boat.

She could have learned everything

she needed to know about thegas system to make an explosion.

Well, don't be ridiculous.

Claire?

JOHN: And she was probablytold where they kept the keys

to the cockpit so that she couldget on board to start cooking

some time before they arrived, which

is how, 18 months later, she got into the boat

so easily to access the gas system.

You weren't entirely truthful when you told

me you were financially secure.

You had no money to speakof when you met Claire.

If was she who produced the money for the pub.

And it was borrowed from the Lamberts.

And when you barred the Lamberts from the pub,

they wanted their money back.

No, no.

No.

You're totally wrong.

That was her savings.

I mean, you're totally wrong.

She'll tell you.

She's probably out in the garden now.

I-- I-- I'll go get her.

Claire?

Claire!

She would have told me.

Why wouldn't she tell me?

[door creaking]

[clanging]

BEN: Sir.

PADDY: Claire?

[hissing]

[lighter lid clicking] - Stay where you are.

What are you doing?

Paddy, I really mean it.

Paddy, stay still.

There's enough gas inhere to cause quite a bang.

So you killed the Lamberts?

JOHN: And Freddie and a man called Max Fuller.

You know about Max?

I'm impressed.

His name was on the promissory note.

[scoffing]

How many copies of that thing were there?

It was on the Lamberts' laptop.

Max Fuller was the witness to the contract

and, once the Lamberts were dead,

the last person left who knew about the loan.

One thing I don't understandis why the Lamberts were

so willing to bankroll the pub.

After the mess the lastset of tenants made of it,

it looked like it was going to close.

JOHN: They auditioned you on the boat.

CLAIRE: They had a coupleof friends down from London.

The Lamberts had already tasted my cooking

at another local event and decided they

wanted me to take over the pub.

They lent me the 85 grand onthe condition that no one--

not even my own husband--was to know about it.

JOHN: Because the moneycame from the secret horde

they were stashing awayto avoid inheritance tax.

[sighing]

It was all going so fineuntil you barred them.

And then, they demanded their money back.

JOHN: Couldn't you have borrowedthe money from somewhere else

to pay the Lamberts back?

No, I did.

I found a bank to lend me the whole amount.

I was going to meet them on the boat,

exchange a banker's draftfor the promissory note,

when the bank changed their mind.

Don't move!

Please don't move.

I found the Lamberts, andI asked them for more time,

but they refused, and they saidthey'd be taking me to court.

So you killed them.

Well, I hadn't, um, intended to, initially.

I went onto the boat that evening

when they were out to see if they'd left

the promissory note on board.

It was only after I found it that I

thought aboutdisconnecting the gas pipe.

CAROLYN: Night.

Good night.

[hissing]

[phone ringing]

Yes?

About our agreement--

I wondered if you might cons--

CAROLYN: Oh, wait a moment.

Can you?

I'll wait, Carolyn.

JEREMY: What is that smell?

[lighter clicking]

[explosion]

And that meant the witness,Max Fuller, had to die.

CLAIRE: They used a LondonBusiness acquaintance

of Jerry's because they didn'twant any risk of whoever

it was mentioning it to locals.

But his address was on the document.

I had to do it straightaway, before he

heard about the accident and could

mention the loan to anyone.

[beeping]

Yes?

I'm really sorry to bother you.

I don't know if you remember me.

My name is Claire Powell.

I'm a friend of the Lamberts.

Yes, of course.

This is a surprise.

Well, my car has been stolen.

How awful.

I'm so sorry to bother you.

Not at all.

Come on up.

It's the third floor.

[buzzing]

[foreboding music playing]

[elevator humming]

[opera music playing]

You could probably do with a drink.

[groaning]

Who are you?

I don't understand.

I know.

You always wanted to be in charge, in control,

but you never really were, were you, bubs?

You never really did anything except talk.

You always talked well.

I liked that.

But I had to fix things sowe could go on pretending.

And Freddie?

Um, she said that shewouldn't mention the loan

to anyone if I helped her out.

But I had to get her copy of the IOU

and make sure there weren't any more.

I told her I had the identity of an imposter

and that I wanted the copy of the IOU

in exchange for the name.

She thought it was a journalist.

But the name I wasactually going to give her

was Sergeant Jones.

I recognized him outsidethe post office with Ruth.

[door closing]

The only copy.

May I?

Thank you.

So the imposter's name?

[grunting]

CLAIRE: I knew everyone would be at roll call.

But in the [inaudible],, I was just

seconds away from being seen.

Lucy was coming up the frontstairs as I went down the back.

I ran home through the woods.

Paddy hadn't even woken up.

It was perfect.

So what now, Claire?

Well, I'd really like to let you out.

But-- but if I open the doors again,

there's not going to beenough gas for this to work.

At least let Paddy out.

No, no.

What would I do?

Where would I go?

No, no, no, I'll--

I'll stick with Claire, go out with a bang.

[claire crying]

Actually, I don't thinkthere's enough gas in the room

to cause an explosion.

I don't think you changed thegas bottle, Paddy, did you?

Now, that's where you're wrong.

He did because he told me he did.

Please.

[exhaling]

[sobbing]

SARAH: So, thank god Paddy was alazy, good for nothing husband.

Everybody has their place in this world.

MILLIE: Come on.

Mr. Barnaby, Mrs. Barnaby.

GEORGE: Afternoon.

Just getting my sister up tospeed on what happened today.

MILLIE: George is very good atkeeping me up to date with all

the confidential stuff.

Yes, thank you, Millie.

MILLIE: I hear you and your sergeant

had a pretty close call.

I blame it all on George.

None of this would have come tolight without his intervention.

I hope Sykes didn't disgrace himself.

Oh, he did make some amorous advances

towards two of my bitches,which wasn't the best of starts.

But I think from Sykes's pointof view, it was top banana.

Consider him part of the pack.

Oh, fantastic news.

Thank you.

Well, we're going for a walk.

Come on, Tor.

Come on, Fidget.

George.

Good job, by the way.

Thanks.

And I don't think I thankedyou for putting in a word.

Oh, [inaudible] gift.

Sounds good.

Tom is a hard act to follow.

You're getting there.

Come on, George.

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