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♪♪

There was once a land far, far away

that was ruled over by an evil king.

♪♪

All the people were slaves and nobody was ever allowed to have any fun.

But in this country, they lived a knight.

Matthew sharpened up with him.

And he was brave and handsome.

And his name was Sir Percival Prancelot.

Sir Percival Prancelot?

That's right.

He was the kindest, most handsome man in the whole kingdom.

And whenever there was a dragon to kill,

the king sent him.

So while the king sat in his castle, counting his money...

Oh, for God's sake!

Just get on with it, Frasier!

Sir Percival put on his sword and his armour

and set off on his quest.

He had to go on his own because all the

other knights were too scared to go with him.

They all hated dragons even more than they hated the king!

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Take a seat.

Not too much.

Do you want me to go on?

They all hated dragons even more than they hated the king.

You read that.

Right.

Anyway, the next day, Sir Percival

got up early and set off.

The dragon that the king had chosen

lived in a dark cave on the other side of the crimson forest.

And not one person who had approached it

had ever been seen again.

The dragon would swallow them whole with a

great fiery gulp.

But Sir Percival wasn't afraid. He rode

to the cave, and when he got there...

♪♪

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Just along here.

It should be coming up on the right.

Yeah.

It's beautiful.

What do you think, Tom?

You want to know what I think?

No.

Don't say anything.

Good to see you here, Dad.

Join the local cricket team?

Go out and bat for Fletcher's Cross every Saturday?

Be careful what you say, young lady.

This is all your fault.

Mr. and Mrs. Barnaby?

-That's us. -Oh, do come in.

Oh, that's a lovely sound, isn't it?

The bat against the ball.

It's very English.

Oh, yes, long summer afternoons

spent in peace and harmony.

I always say that if Jesus had played a sport,

I'm sure it would have been cricket.

Yes!

-No! -Run, man, run!

No, wait!

Andy!

Yay!

Sorry.

It was rotten luck, Robbie.

Oh, shut up.

And here we are, back again in the living room.

There's, uh, there's not a lot to see, I'm afraid.

It's lovely.

Oh, well, thank you. You're very kind.

Oh, here's Colin, my husband.

This is Mr. and Mrs. Barnaby and, uh, Cully.

I'm sorry I couldn't be here.

I've been up at the church.

It's Whitsunday tomorrow, of course.

Colin does the altar arrangements.

So how do you like the house?

Oh, it's very nice.

We've been very happy here.

Oh, yes, we've been blessed.

But it's time to move on.

What is your line of work, Mr. Cooper,

if you don't mind me asking?

Colin is in security at the Causton Museum.

But, uh, we're putting that all behind us.

We're hoping to travel in Africa.

Missionary work.

How about you, Mr. Barnaby?

I'd say you were a businessman, or perhaps

some sort of civil servant.

You're close. Actually, I'm

a police officer with Causton CID.

Oh.

Really?

Thank you.

You see, that's exactly what I need.

The first house we visit, and the owners

are barking mad.

It's not fair, Tom.

They're just very religious.

I wasn't talking about that.

Did you see the look on their faces

when I told them what I did?

Oh, Tom.

They were nervous.

And now I think about it, how can a security

man in a local museum afford a place like this?

Well, maybe he inherited it.

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Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Enjoy it.

I don't see why we can't just stay in Causton.

Because with Cully gone.

You don't really want to move in with Nico.

We've been together for two years, Dad.

You don't like London.

-I love it. -We are moving.

We all agreed.

I thought Portland Place was charming.

Oh, it's not just the house.

Well, what is it then?

It's just that I like living in Causton.

A townie.

Yes, I mean, think about it, Joyce.

Every time I go into any Midsomer village,

it's always the same thing.

Blackmail, sexual deviancy, suicide, and murder.

How could you possibly expect me to go and live in one of them?

Tara!

Yes, Robbie?

It's that bloody woman again.

Beamish, beavish, whatever.

Take care of her, will you?

Yes, dear.

Dad, what do you want?

I was just wondering if you'd had time to consider

what we talked about, you know, the loan.

Not now, Stephen.

Well, it's just that it's been a week now,

and I'm getting a lot of pressure from the bank.

This is neither the time nor the place, damn you.

I'm watching the game.

Right, shouldn't you be padded up?

Don't worry, I won't miss my innings.

Is this what you're looking for?

I'm sorry it took so long to find.

No, I'm so sorry. We broke your window again.

Well, she'll be getting used to it.

Silly of me, really.

I always mean to open the windows when there's a cricket match,

but I've a head like a seal.

This is for you.

£20?

That's very kind of you.

Thank you.

It's to mend the window.

And the vase?

I'm sorry?

There was a vase on the windowsill and that's gone too.

But don't worry about it.

I'm sure I can stick it together again.

Nope, nope.

We'll pay for a new one.

Thank you, Mrs Cavendish.

Shall we say £45?

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Trish?

What are you doing here?

I thought you were meant to be playing cricket.

I am, but I had to see you.

You were going to call me last night.

I couldn't.

Who are you with?

Leave off Stephen.

I fell asleep. I was worn out.

It's a Friday night. You know what it's like here.

I missed you.

Yeah.

Tomorrow morning. I could come first thing.

I'm not working tonight.

Not tonight.

I've got dinner at the hall. It's my dad's birthday.

I have to be there.

Oh, I see. It's OK if you stand me up.

It's not like that, and you know it.

I need you.

I'm Stephen.

Excuse me.

Who's winning?

I was 75-3.

Oh.

Have you tried some of the strawberry cheesecake?

Nope.

I don't eat puddings.

Oh, no.

Silly me.

You do have such a wonderful shape.

I wasn't going to have any, but Mrs. Wilson insisted.

Anyway, I didn't have any breakfast.

I'm starving.

Where's Stephen?

I don't know.

Robbie, have you seen him?

He's gone.

Gone? Where?

-I don't know. -He slipped away while you were inside.

Now, do you mind, Jane?

I'm watching the cricket.

Would you care to sign the petition?

I'm sorry?

Fletcher's Cross Ramblers Association.

We're fighting to reopen the footpath

across Cavendish Estate.

Well, actually, I'm not from here, so there's no.

It doesn't matter.

That's just the point.

This footpath has been marked since the 16th century.

It cuts right through the mirror.

You can see it clearly.

Robert Cavendish, who owns the hall, he's fenced it off.

We want right of access.

And so far, we have 107 signatures on our side.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid.

I'll sign it.

Thank you, dear.

We'll walk where we want to walk.

We'll walk where our ancestors walked.

You'll see.

Right to Rome, Dad. She has got a point.

But it's a mere. Who'd want to walk across a mere?

♪♪

Right.

Well, we've eliminated the Badgers Drift 11,

pretty much according to plan.

But Thursday, next Thursday, we have Midsomer Worthy.

They came second in the league last year.

So we're going to need iron determination if we're

going to eliminate them.

So I want total mobilization in the nets Wednesday 6 o'clock.

Right?

-Right. -Thank you.

Charles, my word if you please.

You're out of the team.

What?

You heard.

I don't want you in the team next Thursday.

You're just pissed off because you were run out.

-That was your fault. -Don't

you dare answer me back, you little gutter sniper.

You'll be out of a job, too.

You can do the scoring on Thursday

and be grateful for it.

Do you hear me?

Yes, Mr. Cavendish.

Right.

That's good.

Very good.

I haven't played since school.

Yes?

Well, you're just what we want.

Oh.

Next Thursday, we're up against Fletcher's Cross.

I want to put you in number one.

Oh, right.

I'm glad to meet you, Gavin.

I'm very glad you answered the ad.

Just so long as you're sure I'm not breaking any rules, Ian.

I mean, it's not as if I live in Midsomer Worthy.

Who says you have to?

And anyway, who's got to ask?

The important thing is we take them on and beat them.

That'll take the smile off his face.

Who?

Captains, a swine, an evil bastard.

Name of Cavendish, Robert Cavendish.

You make it sound personal.

You could say that.

-It is. -It is.

I'm glad to have you on the team Gavin.

We're gonna kill him

Happy birthday.

I hope you like it.

It's superb.

It's an RLB dagger.

-Yeah. -The man said it was used at El Alamein.

Great days.

And I haven't got one of these.

It's wonderful.

Still got the leather frog.

Yeah.

Oh, it's perfect.

It's absolutely perfect.

Like you.

God, I was lucky to meet you, Tana.

I was the lucky one.

No, no.

If ever I thought you'd leave me, Tara...

Why do you say that?

When we ought to go down, they'll be waiting for us.

Right.

Are you going to tell them?

If you want me to.

You've got to tell them sometime.

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Happy birthday, sir.

Happy birthday, Dad.

Happy birthday.

I hope you'll be very happy, sir.

You're all making a lot of fuss about nothing.

Robbie.

Thank you, Mrs. Wilson. It's a lovely cake.

It's my pleasure, Ma.

I'll cut it.

Wake me up.

Mmm, I'll go and get the coffee, Ma.

Ooh, lovely.

Chocolate, my absolute favorite.

I thought you preferred strawberry cheesecake, Jane.

Well, I like them both, really.

I like them all.

God.

What's up with you?

Nothing.

Well, I mean, look at us.

It's grotesque.

The four of us in this bloody mausoleum.

We're like something out of Edgar Allan Poe.

Well, you won't have to put up with it much longer.

What do you mean?

I've decided to sell.

What?

-The hall? -The whole estate.

What about our cottage?

It's already decided, Jane.

Tara's bored with it.

So am I.

Well, where are you going?

I want to live in Orlando.

Orlando?

Florida.

I'm retiring, packing up.

You're right, this place is a mausoleum.

Tara has persuaded me.

I've had enough.

Just like that?

Why didn't you talk to me about it?

Where am I supposed to go?

-Stephen. -Oh, to hell with you, Tara.

Is this what happens when you marry a woman half your age?

You end up in bloody Disneyland.

What about my business? You said you were going to extend the loan.

Well, I've changed my mind, Stephen. I'm fed up bailing you out.

It's high time you learned to stand up.

You're on your own two feet.

This is all you're doing, isn't it?

Ever since you married him, you've been turning him against me.

I didn't need much turning.

I only want what's best for Robbie.

You'll be all right, Jane.

Have another piece of cake.

What's up with you?

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Kaiser, come on.

You off then, Mrs. Cavendish?

Yep, I'll be back in around ten.

Well, it's a beautiful day. You enjoy yourself.

Come on, Kaiser.

Where are you going?

I didn't want to wake you.

I just got a nip into the office.

But it's Sunday.

You may not be aware of it, Jane,

but I'm having to work a seven-day week

just to keep the whole bloody thing afloat.

Well, you weren't working yesterday.

Or did you pop into the office during the cricket match?

What?

Robert said he saw you slipping away.

So where did you go?

For God's sake, I went for a drink. Now get back to sleep.

Kaisa, Kaisa, here boy, heel, heel, come

on, Kaisa, here boy, Kaisa, heel, come on Kaisa,

good boy.

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Kaida!

Kaida!

Come on, boy!

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Kaisa!

♪♪

Karza, where are you?

Kaisa?

What are you doing here?

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Morning, Troy.

Good weekend?

Yes, sir, very active.

It's quite a place, isn't it?

Owned by a Robert Cavendish, local landowner.

Several businesses.

His wife, Tara Cavendish, went missing yesterday morning.

What, 24 hours ago?

Uniform around here yesterday, but when

she still hadn't shown up this morning,

they passed it on to us.

You organized the search?

Yeah, the woods, the countryside,

they're out there now.

Well, I suppose I better have a word with Mr. Cavendish.

I should warn you, sir, he's not

what you'd call an easy man.

It's about time you people took me seriously.

What rank did you say you were?

Detective Chief Inspector, sir.

Well, you could have turned up yesterday,

but then I expect you'd take your weekends off.

At what time did your wife leave the house yesterday,

-Mr. Cavendish? -I've already told him all that.

Yes, I know you have. But if you don't mind.

Well, what's he for?

She went out at a quarter to 8.

She normally only goes out for about an hour.

So at 10 o'clock, I began to be worried about her.

But at midday, the dog comes back on its own.

And that's when you first reported it to the police,

-yes? -I'm sorry.

Not that that did much good.

Do you think she may have fallen, sir?

I don't know what's happened to her.

I just want her to be found.

Tara Cavendish, fair hair, slim, 5 foot 5,

wearing a green anorak, age 35.

Yes, young man.

She is my second wife.

My first wife and I were divorced.

I see you have an interest in the war, Mr. Cavendish.

Oh, yes.

Well, the Wehrmacht,

certainly the greatest fighting force ever assembled.

Swift, ruthless.

Do you know what that is?

That is an Iron Cross First Class

from the Moors, General von Reichenau's Sixth Army.

A superb campaign.

I brought you some tea, sir.

Thank you.

This is Mrs. Wilson, my cook, housekeeper.

These gentlemen are police officers.

Oh, is there any news here, sir?

I did see her leave yesterday morning, just before 8.

Oh, and that was the last time you saw her?

Yes, sir.

But when I made her breakfast at half past 7,

she did mention that she'd be walking over to the old quarry.

Why the quarry?

She never normally walks there.

She told you specifically that's where she was going?

Yes, sir.

But why?

Why mention it at all?

I have no idea, sir.

She just said that's where she'd be.

That's the long and the tall of it.

And then about 20 minutes later, she left.

If she was walking near a quarry, maybe she slipped and fell in.

That's always possible, sir.

Oh, there's a face I recognize.

Charles Jennings, Badger's Drift.

I remember him.

He was on the game, wasn't he?

A bum boy.

Sir!

Someone smashed her head in.

Eight or more blows, shattered the skull.

Time of death, sometime in the last 24 hours or so.

Yeah, well we knew that.

But do you know what they used?

A cricket bat?

True play.

I'm not a fan of the game myself.

Just as well, really.

This is enough to put you off for life.

There was a cricket match in the village last Saturday.

There's a local league, sir.

All the villages play.

Next week, Fletcher's Cross are playing Midsomer Worthy.

You're very well up in local sporting fixtures, Troy.

Yeah, it's a matter of.

Go on.

Nothing.

Could a woman have done this?

A man, woman?

Could have been either, really.

Anything else?

Can't help you, I'm afraid.

The ground's dry, so you're not going to get any footprints.

Maybe you'll get something off the bat,

but somehow I doubt it.

Oh, God.

Oh, no.

No, no

There will have to be a formal identification, sir, but...

No.

It would help us if you would answer some questions now.

No.

We can come back later if you prefer.

No.

No.

No.

We've wasted enough time already.

If you'd started looking for her yesterday,

would I have reported her missing?

What do you want to know?

Did she have any enemies, Sam?

No, Tara wasn't that kind of person.

Tara was...

Tara was my wife, that's all.

Would you have been wearing any jewelry when she went out,

or carrying anything of value?

No, she was walking the dog.

Robert, what's happened?

Has Tara been found?

Uh, excuse me, you are?

Tara Cavendish?

My-in-law.

Is she all right?

No, Mrs. Cavendish, we found a body in the woods

answering to her description.

What, dead?

Oh, yes.

Oh.

Oh.

I mean, that's terrible.

What happened?

Mrs. Cavendish seems to have been attacked.

We found a cricket bat by the body.

A true play, fairly new.

A true play?

-Yes. -A black handle with a red top?

Yes.

That's Stephen's bat.

Stephen?

Well, I mean, he does have a bat like it, my husband.

I bought him a bat like it at the start of the season,

but I'm sure it isn't the same bat.

I mean, it couldn't be.

Mr. Barnaby.

Oh, Mrs. Cooper.

I didn't expect to see you so soon.

Do you work here?

I'm Mr. Cavendish, your secretary, yes.

So are you thinking of interior design for your new home?

No, I'm actually here on official business.

I'm Mr. Cavendish.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby from Causton CID,

and I'm afraid I have some rather bad news.

It's just unbelievable.

No one would want to kill Tara.

It must just have been some nutter out in the wood.

Sir, we understand that you own a true play cricket bat.

It has a black handle with a red top.

Yes.

What about it?

We think it may be the weapon that killed your stepmother.

What?

She was killed with a cricket bat?

-Yes. -Oh, my lord.

If it was your bat, sir, can you explain

to us how

it came to be taken from you?

No. I keep it in the downstairs loo.

Do many people have access to the house?

Not really.

The door's never locked. Anyone could have come in.

I don't suppose you can tell us where you were on Sunday morning, sir?

Between about seven and nine?

Sunday morning?

You were at home, perhaps? With your wife?

Yes.

Actually, I went out for a couple of hours.

I came in here to do some work.

I'd got behind with the invoices.

I was here until about... 12?

That's funny.

That's someone else I've seen before.

Stephen Cavendish?

Yeah, he was at the pub on Saturday

in a passionate embrace with someone who was not his wife.

As long as it wasn't Charles Jennings.

Mr. Barnaby.

Mrs. Cooper.

I had to speak to you.

I don't like to be disloyal.

Please don't get me wrong.

But what he said, Mr. Cavendish, it wasn't true.

I'm sorry?

He was never here on Sunday.

I'm always the first to arrive on a Monday.

If anyone had been in, I would have known.

Anyway, the invoices are perfectly up to date.

I do them myself.

So you're telling us Mr. Cavendish was lying?

I don't like to, and I don't want to.

But Colin and I were both born again Christians,

and the truth is very important to us.

Whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are true,

think on these things.

That's what Jesus said.

So you see, I had to tell you.

I had to do what's right.

Thank you, Mrs. Cooper.

I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason, though.

I mean, why he told you that.

He may not be what you'd call a good or a kind person,

but I'm sure he wouldn't hurt anyone.

I'm sure he wouldn't.

Thank you.

Not good, not kind, it's his cricket bat and he's lying.

Do you want to go back and arrest him now?

No, I think I fancy a drink.

Christine?

Yes, I just nipped outside, Mr. Cavendish.

You spoke to Mr. Barnaby, whatever his name is?

Yes, he's buying our house.

Well, he might be.

Came to see it last Saturday.

Stephen!

What?

When did it happen?

Yes, of course. I'll do whatever you want.

Well, well, well.

Mr. Jennings, isn't it?

Mr. Barnaby.

You remember me?

Well, I'm not likely to forget you, am I?

Didn't we see you working at the hall?

Yeah.

I've got a job there four days a week.

I've got a room here, so I help out now and then.

Keeping yourself out of trouble, eh?

Aren't you gentlemen being served?

Half a bitter for me, please.

And Troy, you're driving.

Lemonade, please.

So what's this you're not telling me, Troy, sir?

Something to do with cricket, I think.

Fletcher's Cross versus Midsomer Worthy?

That's a bit embarrassing, if you want the truth.

I do.

Well, you see, I've been trying to take

a bit more exercise, you know.

It comes to us all, Troy.

Anyway, I answered an ad in the Causton Echo.

Cricket players wanted.

Used to be a bit of a dove hand at school,

and I thought, well, something to do with the weekends.

And?

I'm opening the batting for Midsomer Worthy next week.

If the game isn't canceled.

Is there any reason why it should be?

Oh, well, that's just it.

Robert Cavendish is the captain of the Fletcher's Cross team.

And last Saturday, our captain, his name's Ian Frazier,

was talking about him.

He said Cavendish was an evil bastard.

And then he said, I'm going to kill him.

Well, he was talking about Robert Cavendish.

Yeah.

And he was using the words in a sporting sense.

Yeah, but there's obviously some sort of grudge between them.

Anyway, I suppose I'd better back down from the team.

No, not at all, Troy.

I'd say you were ideally placed if there

is something to uncover.

Build-up.

When's tea?

Tea?

I haven't got time for that, Ian.

I'm doing these.

They're going to be all over the village

tomorrow, 200 of them.

And they're going up in Midsomer Worthy

and Badger's Drift too.

Are you sure it's appropriate?

Appropriate?

After the death.

Tara Cavendish was an empty-headed upstart who loved

playing queen of the manor.

Her death doesn't matter a jot.

These footpaths are 400 years old.

I still don't see.

No, of course you don't.

You were there on Sunday morning, weren't you?

The Cavendish estate.

Did you see her?

Did you?

Leave me alone, Ian.

Please, I'm busy.

There's last night's nut-bristles in the fridge.

You can heat them up in the agar.

All right?

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What are you so worried about?

You haven't said a word all evening.

It's meant.

This is all about that policeman, isn't it?

Barnaby.

He came to the house, then he came to the office.

He's not interested in us.

He's meant to call, and I know it is.

He's going to find out.

Come on, Flopsy.

He's not going to find out.

But I'll look after you.

I need to be punished.

I'll punish you.

I want to be hurt.

I'll hurt you.

Behold, I was shapen in wickedness, and in sin

hath my mother conceived me.

I'll hurt you.

Trish, you know that old typewriter you've got in the office?

Do you think I could borrow it?

Yeah, as long as you don't drop it.

Cheers.

Goodnight.

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We've just taken the particulars of a property

that might interest you, Mrs. Barnaby.

It's a converted post office in Fletcher's Cross.

Very unusual.

Two bedrooms, a nice view of the green.

Yes, it looks very nice. Miss, um...

Beau Voisin.

Ah.

How did you find Portland Place?

We're still thinking about it.

Well, of course, I wouldn't wish to hurry you,

but these properties do get snapped up very quickly.

Would you like me to arrange a viewing of Dunmay Lynn?

I'm sorry?

The post office.

Good morning, Troy.

-Morning, sir. -What have we got?

Robert Cavendish used to run a quarrying company,

but he closed it down nine years ago.

It was very unexpected, apparently.

A lot of job losses.

He'll go on.

He married his second wife around the same time.

Any news on the cricket bat?

Stephen Cavendish has confirmed it's his.

No prints, though.

We got the PM report through from Peterson.

Time of death, 9 o'clock Sunday morning.

Oh, and this might interest you.

The country life, Troy.

That's a bit out of my league, that.

There's a picture of the horse, Robert Cavendish place.

It seems he put it on the market just before his wife died.

I think we should talk to his son first.

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Mrs. Wilson.

Oh, that's right, sir.

Yes, I work up at the hall, but I do two days a week

for young Mr. Cavendish, too.

Is there any news yet, sir, about Mrs. Cavendish, I mean?

Not yet, I'm afraid.

It's a terrible thing.

And it happened just the day after his birthday, too.

His birthday?

Yes, Mr. Cavendish Senior.

He was 60 years old.

And then this.

Is Stephen Cavendish in?

No, sir. He's just nipped out with a dog.

But Mrs. Cavendish is here.

Mrs. Wilson, who is it?

Robert did mention that he was going to sell the hall.

He was talking about Orlando, actually.

Of course, that was Tara's idea.

I mean, Orlando, wherever next?

Did he and she get on, Mrs. Cavendish?

I suppose so.

You know, I never really liked her, to be honest.

I know that's a wicked thing to say, but why should I lie?

It's not as if I murdered her.

Cream?

Not for me.

Tara was so young, and so pretty, and so slim,

she had a way of looking down that little nose of hers.

Didn't really like her at all, although Robert adored her.

I don't know why.

You were at home on your own the morning she died?

Yes, I was in bed.

Biscuit?

No.

No, I won't either.

Maybe just one.

To be honest with you, I was quite surprised

her walking around the quarry.

Oh, why is that?

Well, you must know the stories.

No.

The quarry is supposed to be cursed.

Cursed?

That's what everybody says.

First, there was the accident.

That was a long time ago.

Robert used to blast there.

And then it was only about, well, 18 months ago.

Poor Miss Beavis.

Miss Beavis?

I was the housekeeper before Mrs. Wilson.

She used to take the dog out sometimes.

And one day, she went out, and she never came back,

just like Tara.

She was killed?

Well, it was an accident.

The police said that she slipped and fell,

but that's why it was so strange, Tara walking there.

Just not a very nice place.

Stephen.

Mr. Barnaby.

Sir, I wonder if I could have another word with you.

Yes, of course.

Look, I had a feeling you might be back.

What I told you the other day.

Your whereabouts on Sunday morning.

Yes.

Well, the point is, I know I shouldn't have,

but I didn't actually tell you the truth.

I wasn't at the office.

I was with a friend, a young friend.

Wasn't by any chance a young lady at the Queen's Arms?

Yes.

Yes?

Her name's Trish.

Patricia Smith, actually.

She and I are,

well.

Yes, sir?

Well, she doesn't know anyone here, you see.

She only came to the village about a year ago,

from London, all on her own.

She and I just sort of hit it off.

Were you with her all morning, sir?

-Yes. -Yes.

I got there about 8.

She has a room at the pub.

I was with her until 11.

And the young lady will confirm all this?

Yes, yes, of course.

I'd just be grateful if it went no further.

You do understand?

Oh, yes, sir. We understand perfectly.

♪♪

So, what do they want?

They were asking questions.

You told them it was my bat, didn't you?

Why?

I don't know.

Do you want to see me arrested and sent to jail?

What, you in prison for 30 years and me

having to start a new life all on my own?

Who's Stephen?

Can't imagine anything worse.

lovely woman

advertising her intention to break the law

and nobody does a damn thing about it

but then of course you can commit murder

in this part of the world and still get away with it.

we're doing everything we can.

right. what do you want with me then?

we understand that your wife wanted you

to sell the hall sir.

yes it was her idea but I was in perfect agreement.

did your son and-in-law have any say in the matter?

Stephen and Jane? why on earth should they?

it's my property.

without me their business would have gone

down the pan years ago.

did they know about the sale? yes I told them the night before.

Do you think they killed her to stop it going ahead?

That's absurd.

Is that what you think?

We are pursuing several lines of inquiry, sir.

You're wasting time.

Hold it!

I'll tell you something.

It might actually be worth your knowing.

The night before she went missing.

Your birthday?

Yes.

There was somebody spying on us outside that window.

The dog barked.

Knew it was somebody.

That's what it's there for.

Did you see who it was?

Dog must have frightened them off.

But if it was some sort of stalker...

Paul!

Paul!

Thank you, sir.

We'll look into it.

Well, that's all, is it?

There is just one more thing.

A year and a half ago, your housekeeper

was involved in an accident at the quarry.

Miss Beavis, yes, she died.

What's that got to do with anything?

You don't see any parallel?

No.

Well, I do.

This Miss Beavis takes your dog for a walk in the quarry,

and she fails to come back.

And then she's found dead.

18 months later, exactly the same thing

happens to your wife.

But Miss Beavis fell.

I'd still be interested to know what else

you can tell me about her, sir.

Well, I can't tell you anything about her.

She was a housekeeper.

Now then, young man, Miss Beavis has a sister,

still lives in the village, since your inquiry's

plainly going nowhere.

You might just as well go and waste

some time talking to her, right?

Hull!

♪♪

♪♪

So, wasn't that?

Yes, yes, it was.

Oh, please, Lord, not Fletcher's Cross.

I suppose you're here about poor Mrs. Cavendish.

I couldn't believe it when I read it in the newspaper.

Are you sure it was murder?

Are you sure it couldn't have been an accident?

Oh, I don't think so.

Dear, dear, dear.

But I don't see how I can help.

We wanted to ask you about your late sister.

Emily?

I don't suppose you could tell us anything

about her death?

She fell into the quarry.

It was Mr. Cooper that found her.

Colin Cooper.

Oh, they knew each other, did they?

Oh, yes.

They were quite good friends.

She wrote to me about him once.

I could find the letter for you, if you like.

Yes, that might be very helpful.

Miss Beavis, I don't suppose you could tell us.

Was there anything suspicious about your sister's death?

Suspicious?

Oh, no, nothing.

Though she did phone me the night before,

said she wanted to see me.

Did she say why?

No.

And now that you mention it, I did

think it was strange that she went

so close to that quarry's edge.

She was always terrified of heights.

And then there was the business of the break-in.

The break-in?

Yes.

Somebody broke into her house, this house,

the same day that she died.

It didn't look as if anything was taken,

but it was still a very unhappy coincidence.

Yes.

But suspicious, Mr. Barnaby.

Oh, no.

There was nothing suspicious at all.

Where to, sir?

Causton, I think.

But there's somewhere I want to stop off on the way.

I suppose he told you about us, did he?

Yes.

Stephen doesn't love his wife, you know.

There's been nothing between them for years.

I still wish he was out in the open, though.

He wants to marry me, you know.

And why doesn't he, then?

It's all them at the hall, isn't it?

Mr. Cavendish and Tara, when she was alive.

Well, they're all such snobs.

So what time did Stephen Cavendish

arrive on Sunday morning?

He got here at 5 past 8, and he left at 11.20.

You're very precise.

Got a good head for figures.

But the long and tall of it is, he was with me all morning,

so he couldn't have been at the quarry,

if that's what you're thinking.

Was she there?

Yes, she was.

And?

She's lying.

And?

There's something else.

You drive.

It'll come to me.

♪♪

♪♪

Mr. Cooper.

Mr. Barnaby.

This is a surprise.

Oh, why is that?

You know I'm pursuing a murder investigation.

Yes, but that's got nothing to do with me, has it?

We wanted to ask you some questions

about the death of Emily Beavis.

Emily.

But I thought that was an accident,

and it happened ages ago.

You found her.

Yes, it was horrible.

I still pray for her.

She was a friend of mine.

And you used to help her.

I tried to be a good neighbor, Mr. Barnaby.

That's what it says in the Bible.

But I don't understand.

Mr. Cooper, I wonder if you'd mind

coming to the quarry with us.

I'd be very interested to know exactly what you saw.

♪♪

I wasn't on my own.

Christine was with me.

We often used to come here.

We're like the birds and the wildflowers.

So you were walking?

Yes.

It was Saturday afternoon, about four.

Kaiser.

Oh, Kaiser, do come.

We heard Emily calling the dog.

Kaiser, do come.

So quiet around here, you can hear everything.

We didn't take any notice of her, though.

She could be miles away.

And anyway, we wanted to be on our own.

to meditate together.

And where exactly were you meditating, Mr. Kubler?

I'll show you.

♪♪

Just there.

And then, the next thing we knew, we heard this scream.

I swear to God that I could see her eyes as she came down.

I could see right into her soul.

She hit the ground head first.

We could see at once that she was dead.

There was nothing we could do.

That was where she hid.

It was 4.16.

A watch was smashed in the fore, so that's how they knew.

So what happened next?

He ran to the car, drove off, and called the police.

Why are you asking all this?

It was an accident.

I think you should let us be the judge of that, Mr. Cooper.

Do you believe him?

I believe he thinks it was an accident

that Emily Beavis fell.

But you don't.

Oh, Troy.

Look at the evidence, for heaven's sake.

Two deaths in identical circumstances

in exactly the same place.

-Yeah, but. -And even without the death

of Tara Cavendish.

Use your eyes.

Look how far she traveled for a start.

She didn't come straight down.

She came down in an arc.

That's not a fall.

More like a running jump.

Had she landed head first?

Yeah.

So if she had just gone too close to the edge,

she'd have come down feet first, not in a dive.

But she wouldn't have gone too close to the edge.

She was scared of heights.

So either she jumped on purpose,

or else somebody pushed her.

You know what I think, Troy?

Yes, sir.

Emily Beavis was murdered.

And by the same person, or persons,

who killed Tara Cavendish.

The only thing is, I cannot, for the life

of me, see why.

♪♪

Cully.

How was the journey?

Long.

Where's Dad?

He said he'd be here.

Oh, he's bound to be late.

You know what he's like when he's on a case.

How's the house hunting?

Oh, I feel like your father.

I'm not getting anywhere.

Here he is now.

Sorry I'm late.

So you decided to come home early, have you?

Nico's on a tour, the flat's got a leak,

and I was missing you.

That's what I like to hear.

That's all you got?

I'm only staying for a couple of days, Dad.

Well, that's still reason to celebrate.

Shall we have dinner out?

So you're not moving to Fletcher's Cross, then?

I went to see a converted post office yesterday.

-And? -It was ghastly.

The letterbox was about the only original feature left.

And what about the case, Dad?

Mom told me.

What was her name?

Tara Cavendish.

Bludgeoned to death with a cricket bat.

I'd have been less surprised if it had been her husband,

Robert, who'd come to a sticky end.

What's wrong with him?

Oh, he's the sort of man you can't help disliking.

He owned the quarry that seems to be the center of everything.

He closed it down.

There were redundancies.

You don't kill someone because they made you redundant.

Not in the town, dear.

But this is the country.

And in the country, anything goes.

Good night, Ian.

See you tomorrow, Reg.

You take care.

You all set for the game, then, Gavin?

Yeah, although I'm surprised it's still on.

You read about the murder, then?

Yeah, quite a bit.

They got the wrong target.

They should have got him.

Robert Cavendish, you knew him?

I knew him.

You fancy a drink?

I'd like that.

I'm just five minutes away.

I used to work for Cavendish.

I was the quarry manager, just outside the village.

That was when he ran the company.

You have been reading up on him?

Just interested.

Well, maybe you know about the accident then.

Someone was hurt.

Killed.

I doubt they felt a thing.

We were late, you see.

We were exporting to France, Holland, all over the place.

And we were having trouble keeping up with the orders.

And that day, we were supposed to be blasting,

but there was a fault in the wire.

One of the charges didn't go off.

Now, there are special procedures in this eventuality.

We should have shut down, evacuated the place,

and called in the proper people.

Oh, for God's sake.

Just get on with it, Frasier.

Cavendish was always on my back.

I knew what he'd say, late with an order, lose a customer.

Ah,

time, efficiency, that's all that mattered to him.

So I persuaded one of the men to try and sort it out.

His name was Matthew Draper.

I'll never forget it.

36 years old, married, with a kid.

There was an investigation, of course,

and I was the one who took the rap.

And they were right. It was my fault. I

lost my license and my job.

Cavendish never gave me any help and no

support financial or otherwise

and then

Just nine weeks later, he shut down the quarry.

He'd been planning it all along

Not a word to any of us

And a man had died for nothing

We will leave at 2 o'clock tomorrow on the dot.

We will be following the path from this point

here, just beyond the lane.

It's a two-hour walk, of which 30 minutes

will be on the Cavendish Estate.

Any questions?

Will we get across the Mere? It's been quite wet recently.

Well, I checked the path last week and it

all seems perfectly manageable,

except for one section.

And there's a bridge.

Anything else?

So, until tomorrow at 2 then.

And remember, it is our land,

it is our footpath,

it is our right!

I've pulled the file on Emily Beavis.

It's actually 17 months ago she died.

No reason to suspect foul play.

Emily Beavis was just a housekeeper.

Wasn't as if anyone benefited from her death.

Apart from her sister.

Doreen.

Well, she inherited the house.

I can't see Doreen Beavis pushing her sister

into a corrig, can you?

What other motive could there have been?

Well, there's the break-in.

There's a note on it here.

Look.

Colin Cooper called the police from his

home at 4.56.

That's 40 minutes after she fell.

And sometime that same afternoon,

someone broke into her house.

Cooper.

There's someone I wouldn't trust an inch.

Today is the day of the cricket match, isn't it, Troy?

Midsomer Worthy versus Fletcher's Cross.

Yes, sir.

That's why I asked you for the afternoon off.

Oh, I'm coming to watch you, Troy, as are

Cully and Joyce.

What time's kickoff?

2 o'clock.

I'll give you a lift.

Cheese, egg, and cress.

We'll have the biscuits and the cakes over here.

Is the urn on, Trish?

No, Mrs. Wilson.

Well, I asked you to put it on.

I'm sorry.

Oh, it's all right.

I'll do it myself.

These young girls.

I swear there's nothing between their ears.

I was wondering, Mrs. Wilson, no one will notice you help yourself, my dear.

Thank you.

Mmm. These look rather nice.

Two.

Excuse me.

Can I have your attention, please?

I'm sure I don't need to tell you about recent events.

As a result, I'm sure you'll understand that my father

is unable to play this afternoon.

I will be captain in his place.

And I'd just like to thank Colin Cooper, who

was agreed to step in as 11th man at the last minute.

That's it.

I know it's not pleasant to think

of a death in the village, but life goes on.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

So Ian Frazier used to work for Robert Cavendish, huh?

Until the accident, yes.

The accident. What's his name again?

Matthew Draper.

Matthew Draper.

Emily Beavis, Tara Cavendish.

Three unnatural deaths, Troy.

And all in the same place.

No wonder the locals say the quarry's cursed.

I'll handle this, Troy.

Better go get changed.

-All right. -And try not

to end up the way I feel about this case.

How's that, sir?

Stumped.

Miss Beavis.

Oh, do please come in.

Thank you.

Is everything all right?

Oh, yes.

I heard there was a cricket match,

and I didn't want to take any chances.

Oh, right.

Miss Pheavis, I was wondering about that letter

-you mentioned. -Letter?

Yes, from your sister.

Oh, yes.

I have it here.

I kept all the letters.

I don't know why.

Mm.

This is it.

It's about Dad's coins.

I'm sorry?

That was how Mr. Cooper helped her.

She asked him to look at Dad's coin collection.

Emily thought some of them might be valuable.

And she was quite right.

They are.

How valuable?

Some of them are worth 20 pounds each.

But I wouldn't sell them.

Emily wouldn't have wanted me to.

And Colin Cooper valued them for her?

Yes.

He's a kind man, very kind.

Just remember, people have been walking

this path since the time of Henry VIII.

Good afternoon, Mr Frasier.

Hello.

Yo Cole!

Heads.

Tell us who it is.

We'll bat first.

You look comfortable.

Sit down.

-I will. -Let's just cross one more toss.

Oh, here comes Troy.

Yep.

♪♪

He obviously has hidden talents.

♪♪

This way, everyone.

It's quite dry after this.

Guess what?

No!

That wasn't a fall!

♪♪

Mr. Cavendish, do you think you could ask someone

to take a cup of tea over to the scoring shed for me?

I'll do it.

Oh, that's very kind of you.

Yay!

I think I've found the perfect house.

-Oh, no. -It's a lovely cottage

in Badger's Drift.

It's got two bedrooms, two living rooms,

and a conservatory.

Conservatory?

Sounds like something out of Cluedo.

Colonel Mustard with the candlestick in the conservatory.

What are they clapping you for?

Not very much, I'm afraid.

You came out after all, Robert.

Yes.

Ooh, you've got blood on you.

Have you cut yourself?

Yes, I caught my hand on a nail.

Nasty.

♪♪

♪♪

I thought I saw Stephen go into the scoring shed.

He was carrying a cup of tea, so I went over to see him.

And when you got there?

There was no one there.

Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe it wasn't Stephen.

What did you see?

I looked inside, and he was just lying there, Charles Jennings.

At first, I thought he was asleep.

Good.

Miss Smith, you told me that Stephen Cavendish

came to the pub at 5 minutes past 8 last Sunday morning.

Now, I want you to think very carefully about this.

Are you sure that was the right time?

I don't know.

Maybe it was later.

I told you what he wanted me to say.

Please don't ask me anymore.

I was in here.

Mrs. Wilson asked me to take a cup of tea to the scoring shed.

I took it.

I gave it to him.

He said, thank you.

I left.

Thank you?

Ta.

Something like that.

According to Mrs. Wilson, it was you who offered to take the tea.

Yes.

Maybe.

I don't know.

She asked, and I just happened to be there.

Do you recognise this, sir?

Yes, it's one of my father's.

Why didn't you talk to him? He was at the match.

He came out of nowhere.

And he had blood on him.

Anyway, I had no reason to kill Charles Jennings.

We found this in his pocket.

So he had cash.

500 pounds in cash, sir.

A lot of cash.

Sir, were you and Charles Jennings

involved in a relationship of a sexual nature?

Don't be disgusting.

You didn't give him any money?

No.

Look.

I'm not going to say any more until I've

spoken to my solicitor.

That might be a good idea, sir.

Sir, thank you.

I saw what happened in the quarry.

I was watching Mrs. Cavendish, and I know who killed her.

I don't want to go to the police, but I do want money.

I want 500 pounds in cash before the end

of the week or else.

Looks as though we've got our man, sir.

Yes, Troy.

It looks as if we have.

You aren't going to formally charge Stephen Cavendish?

Your infinitives are splitting, Troy.

-What? -Yes, I will charge him.

For once, I'm going to exactly do the wrong thing.

Stephen Cavendish killed Charles Jennings.

Oh, did he?

He was seen going into the scoring shed,

and he was the last person to see Charles Jennings alive.

He had access to the murder weapon,

and then there's the letter we found in his house.

Jennings was trying to blackmail Stephen

over the murder in the quarry.

Stephen killed Tara Cavendish to stop her selling the hall.

You've got it all worked out, Troy.

Then there's the lab report on the money we

found on Charles Jennings' body.

Stephen's fingerprints were found on three of the notes.

10s or 20s?

10s.

But does it make any difference?

Well, it just might.

It's all too neat, too straightforward.

And there are some questions you haven't answered.

Such as?

Stephen Cavendish is a very rich man,

at least he is on the face of it.

And if we're to believe the letter,

he has committed the act of murder.

So why did Charles Jennings ask for so little?

500 pounds?

Nothing.

That'd be a first installment.

Well, even as a first installment, Troy,

he could have asked for 10 times as much.

Maybe he didn't want to push his luck.

And here's something. It was

the last thing he did in his life, the cricket match.

You bowled.

Colin Cooper made one run.

But Charles Jennings put up the score as a four.

Now, why did he do that?

He must have been distracted.

Yes, he did. But why?

-What did he see? -Or was he trying to tell us something

by changing the score?

And here's something you have forgotten.

Emily Beavis.

Are you telling me that Stephen Cavendish killed her, too?

Well, maybe she has nothing to do with this.

If she was killed, maybe it was for a completely

different reason.

Mr. Barnaby.

Mrs. Cooper, I think you know why I'm here.

Now, I'm going to give you one opportunity, just one

opportunity, to tell the truth.

Do you understand?

Yes.

You killed Emily Beavis.

No!

No, we could never.

Never what, Mrs. Cooper?

How far would you go?

You've got it wrong, sweet Jesus.

Then tell me what happened that day in the quarry.

It was like we said.

Almost, like we said.

We saw her fall.

But when we got to her, she wasn't dead,

but she was dying.

There was obviously nothing we could do.

And then she pointed up.

And we looked up there, and she dead. dead.

There was someone with her. her.

We realized that she must have been pushed.

You never told this to the police?

We were afraid.

Don't lie to me, Mrs. Cooper.

You didn't tell the police because you

had plans of your own, yes?

How do you know?

Because you drove all the way home before you reported

the death to the police.

4.56, that's 40 minutes later.

Anyone else would have gone straight

to the nearest telephone box.

But you, you had plans, didn't you?

She had these coins.

She asked me to take a look at them.

There was one there.

I knew immediately what it was worth.

I'd seen something like it once at the museum.

A Henry III gold penny.

A classic one type coin.

Could you believe it was just sitting there

in an old box

with some pennies and eighties?

So when you found her dying, you went back for it?

And then you sold it?

How much for?

100,000 pounds.

It wasn't stealing.

Nobody knew.

Nobody would ever have known.

She didn't need it.

If it wasn't stealing, what was it?

It was a sin, Mr. Barnaby.

It's not wrong to sin.

Christ came into this world for the sinners.

To call people to repentance, Mrs. Cooper.

I think that's a word that's alien to you.

You left an old woman to die and helped cover up

a murder for more than a year.

Troy.

Sir?

They're under arrest. You caution them, will you?

That'll be a real pleasure.

You did say four o'clock prompt, Mrs. Barnaby.

Oh, yes, and it's not like him to be late.

-Mum! -Well, he is on a case.

Here he is now.

Sorry I'm late.

I was beginning to think you weren't coming.

Well, I made you a promise. Here I am.

Is this it?

Dad, I think it's very pretty.

Good afternoon, Mr. Barnaby.

Oh, Miss Beauvoisin, isn't it?

I used to know her former employer.

Mr. Easterman is now divorced and living in Morocco.

Shall we go in?

Anyway, welcome, at last, to Longtrees,

which has been on the market a very short time.

Sorry.

Wait.

What did you just say?

I just said that, uh.

I'm sorry, Miss Beauvoisin.

Uh, Joyce, Cully.

Mr. Barnaby.

Some other time.

You told Sergeant Troy about an accident

that happened in the quarry about nine years ago?

You never told me you were a police officer.

You never asked.

I invited you into my home, and all the time

you were spying on me.

Please, tell me about the man that

was killed in that accident.

There's not much to tell.

His name was Matthew Draper.

You said he was married with a child.

But that child was a girl, wasn't it?

Yes.

Oh, forget about that.

What about me?

I know Robert Cavendish was responsible for this.

He sabotaged that bridge.

-Now, what are you going to do? -Oh, shut up!

You stupid, stupid woman.

They're not interested in you.

Nobody's interested in you or your bloody footpaths.

They never have been.

Now, if you don't mind, I'll show you the door.

Zelda is right for what it's worth.

Probably was Robert Cavendish who sabotaged the bridge.

But whatever you may think about Robert Cavendish,

he's no killer.

In fact, it occurs to me, he's much more

likely to be the victim.

He closed down the quarry?

Well, you said it, Troy.

Not the easiest of men, is he?

The way he ran that business, that arrogant man,

all that Nazi stuff.

Anyone who flitches across as a target, he's it.

You mean someone was out to get him?

Killed his wife, framed his son.

Killing him is too easy.

They're out to destroy him, slowly.

So Charles Jennings' letter.

There was no name on it.

Could have been sent to anyone.

And then planted in Stephen's house.

Yeah, but Jennings wrote that letter

to someone he knew had far less money than Stephen Cavendish.

That's why he was only asking for 500 quid.

But who?

Someone who had access to both the hall and the lodge,

who could steal the bayonet and the cricket bat,

who could plant the letter and get their

hands on banknotes

they knew carried Stephen Cavendish fingerprints.

More wine, sir?

Yes, please.

Oh, it's a terrible business, sir.

I can't imagine how you must be feeling.

First lovely Mrs. Cavendish, and on the day

after your 60th birthday.

So young, and with a pretty face,

all smashed in like that with a cricket bat.

And now young Master Cavendish, too.

He'll be going to prison.

No doubt about it.

I don't think you'll be seeing him again.

Now you drink up, sir.

Dinner's almost served.

Take the killing of Emily Beavis.

Why was she killed?

It had nothing to do with that coin of hers.

What possible reason could you have to kill

an elderly housekeeper?

Well, you might kill her if you wanted to replace her.

Actually...

I can imagine how you must be feeling, sir.

I used to be married myself.

I'm Matthew.

He was a wonderful man.

Of course, you wouldn't remember his name.

He was nothing to you.

He was the kindest, most handsome man in the whole kingdom.

And whenever there was a dragon to kill, the king sent him.

♪♪

To me, he was everything.

He was my knight in shining armor.

And I'll never forget the day he died.

The day you took him from me.

It wasn't me.

It was Frasier.

Frasier was doing what you told him to do.

It was you.

You were the one.

Oh.

Oh, but you must forgive me, sir.

I shouldn't be talking like this.

How's the wine?

I hope the little Valium I put in it didn't spoil the bouquet.

Mrs. Wilson had access to the cricket bat

and the bayonet.

The 10-pound notes we found were Stephen Cavendish

fingerprints, probably her wages.

So she's Matthew Draper wife.

His widow, yes.

And she spent nine years planning revenge for what

had happened to her husband.

Changing her name, changing her appearance,

moving to Fletcher's Cross, and killing

an innocent housekeeper, simply so she could move in

on the family as her replacement.

First time we met her, I knew there was something wrong.

Except when I made her breakfast at half past 7,

she did happen to mention that she'd be

walking over by the old quarry.

Why should Tara have been so specific

about where she was going?

Why mention it to Mrs. Wilson, of all people?

But then maybe she never did.

Remember, it was essential to Mrs. Wilson's plans

that the body should be found.

And of course, she knew exactly where it was.

Kaiser!

Where are you?

Tarzan?

What are you doing here?

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Can't you overtake this thing?

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Well, you said it, sir.

Oh, all right.

So Mrs. Wilson killed Tara Cavendish?

Yes.

She committed that murder, but she wasn't working alone.

What, there were two of them?

Oh, come on, Troy.

Try and keep up.

She had a daughter, too.

Mommy, I'm here.

Ah, dinner at last.

That's my girl.

Show him what you've got.

Can he see me?

Oh yes, he's awake.

Show him.

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Would Sir care to commit suicide?

So who killed Charles Jennings?

That was Patricia Smith, alias Trish, the barmaid.

In fact, Matthew Draper daughter.

Mrs Wilson set Stephen Cavendish up,

but this time it was Trish who wielded the knife.

It happened just at the moment when Colin Cooper hit his single.

-Do you remember? -The scoring went wrong.

All the scores were on a rotating loop,

and he must have been pulling it down when she struck.

No!

That wasn't a fall!

The timing was perfect.

Mrs. Wilson watched Trish go in.

Mr. Cavendish, do you think you could

ask someone to take a cup of tea over to the scoring shed

for me?

I'll do it.

Oh, that's very kind of you.

There was no light inside the scoring shed

and it would have been even darker coming

straight in from the sun.

That was a hell of a risk, but they don't

come any more cold-blooded than these two.

I brought you a cup of tea.

Ta.

After that, all she had to do was put the body

back as we found it,

put back the cap and the jersey,

step into the doorway as if she'd just got there,

and...

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I have to say, they both acted their parts brilliantly.

And as for Trish, she was having an affair with Stephen

Cavendish simply to destroy him.

She gave him an alibi, all right,

but managed to make us know that she was lying.

Do you remember the way she broke down, Troy?

I don't know.

Maybe it was later.

I told you what he wanted me to say.

Please don't ask me anymore.

I told you what he wanted me to say.

Had me fooled.

I mean, it's unbelievable, all this planning.

You're an incredible pair, those two.

And they haven't finished yet.

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Well, I've enjoyed working for you, Mr. Cavendish.

But if you don't mind, I'm going to say goodbye now.

No. Wait.

Oh, no. We've waited quite long enough for this.

You killed my daddy.

What? I'm paying!

Compensation? Money?

That's all you thought he was worth?

Can I do it now yes dear, but remember it has

to look like suicide

Your wife in the grave your son in jail

is it any wonder you took this easy way out

Finish it! Do it now!

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Yeah!

All right, Tom.

You win.

A terraced house in Addison Crescent,

a bungalow in Broly Street, a Victorian semi

in Raven Court,

and all right here in the center of Causton.

Ah.

After that horrible story, I'm not sure I want

to visit the country ever again.

There is one thing I don't understand, though, Dad.

What was it that that estate agent lady said

that made it all click for you?

Miss Beauvoisin.

Ah, it was the house name, Long Trees.

Welcome, at last, to Long Trees,

which has been on the market a very short time.

Sorry.

What did you just say?

And her saying it had been on the market

only a short time.

What about it?

Well, you see, when I was talking to Mrs. Wilson,

this was before we found Tara Cavendish,

she said something very odd.

I've no idea, sir.

She just said that's where she'd be.

That's the long and the tall of it.

And then about 20 minutes later, she left.

It hardly registered at the time.

But a couple of days later, I was down the pub,

and I heard it again.

I've got a good head for figures.

But the long and tall of it is he was with me all morning.

The long and the short of it, that's the actual phrase.

Now, for one person to make that mistake, that's odd enough.

But two of them, two people who supposedly

hardly knew each other, it's a sort of linguistic peculiarity.

That a daughter might pick up from her mother.

Exactly.

And once I've made the connection between the two of them,

everything else just fell into place.

Here's one for you, Tom.

It's a flat above a butcher's shop.

It's your round.

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