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Agaricus silvicola on leaf litter in association with oak.

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Late Tiberus sulfurus on oak, matured in two days from

small yellow nodules into a magnificent fan-shaped ripeness.

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As I cut into the frond, a small quantity

of clear liquid streams from the incision.

Absolute perfect freshness.

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Mrs. Chambers, we were wondering if we could say goodbye to Mr. Wainwright.

If they haven't screwed the lid down.

You'll have to hurry.

inside.

What do you do when you want to make a quick getaway, Colin?

You don't want to believe all the rumours you hear.

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Uh, we'd like a moment alone with Mr. Wainwright, if you don't mind.

Yes, Mrs. Chambers.

Oh, have you seen my husband?

No, Mrs. Chambers.

Sorry, Mrs. Chambers.

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We might manage this more efficiently if I do it myself.

Very good.

I'll just stand here and pick you up from the tarmac when necessary, shall I?

Joyce, could you please tell Woody to stop fussing?

Joyce, how lovely to see you.

And this must be your husband.

Tom, this is Woody and Evelyn Pope.

It's Woody's croquet store that I'm taking over in the village fete.

What a very pleasant surprise, Chief Inspector.

Mr. Punch still keeping the locals on

the straight and narrow, is he, Professor?

You flatter me.

No, I've handed it all over to someone more able-bodied.

I was expecting Gregory to be here.

For heaven's sake, Kenneth.

You go on.

I'll join you in a minute.

I hope you don't mind, I wanted to come and...

I do mind.

I really don't think it's appropriate, you being here.

What?

If you'd done your job properly, Carl would still be with us.

Now, please, just go.

Carl Wainwright was an old-fashioned man with

old-fashioned values and an old-fashioned heart.

When I first arrived here, I remember how he

used to extol the virtues of tradition, how he

used to warn us against the evils of modern gimmickry.

I think we probably all felt he was a little too

suspicious of the central heating, as our hands turned

blue in the harsher winters and our bedside water froze solid.

But we loved him, nonetheless.

And there's no denying his personality is

firmly stamped on the hotel he owned for 40 years.

It's a tradition to which I know his successors will be

committed, with a few necessary modernisations, of course.

But enough of the hotel.

We're here to celebrate the full life of a

wonderful, caring and much-loved human being.

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God, and

the fellowship of the Holy Ghost be with us all evermore.

You probably don't feel up to the reception.

He means he's not up to it.

You're not much of a sweet sherry man, are you, my dear?

Oh, Suzanne.

Mr. and Mrs. Breed.

What a frightful service.

Thank you. Why don't you come back to the house for a drink?

Tom doesn't look much of a small-talking sherry man himself.

You're as bad as each other.

Of course, Carl was always a generous supporter of the fate.

We can depend on the continued use of the hotel grounds in future years.

This will be the last year.

I'm afraid you'll have to find somewhere

else to stick your maypole in the future.

Excuse me.

Susanna, I didn't see Gregory at the service.

Oh, don't worry.

I'm sure he'll be back in time for your Punch and Judy

show, even if Carl's funeral wasn't important enough for him.

You don't know where he is?

No, I don't.

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She's got quite a reputation, does Evelyn.

There was a woman here in the village embattled by her

husband, oh, for years, where she refused to take any action.

And Evelyn's Punch and Judy show included

some-too-oblique references to the husband.

And the next day, she walked into Causton, Nick, and pressed charges.

Really?

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There's always one or two locals holding their

breath when Mr. Punch takes the stage in Midsomer Magnow.

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Well, perhaps we should start anyway.

The fate committee suggested I paint up a new sign.

I quite like this one.

You'll have to watch him.

Now I can no longer wield a mallet in anger.

He's on the lookout for a new croquet partner.

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You have to stalk the ball, Lucy.

Come on now, your turn.

I leave the hotel and my modest capital to be

divided equally between Susanna Chambers,

Gregory Chambers, Julia Gooders, and Tristan Goodfellow.

I know I can trust them to continue

running the hotel in the same traditional manner.

Thank you.

Gregory's still not here?

No, we should be loading up the theater.

Clarice Opperman.

-How do you do? -Oh, I'm sorry.

This is Clarice, my niece.

She's staying with us.

Her parents live in Kenya.

Clarice, this is Tom and Joyce Barnaby.

Well, you'll just have to do the show yourself, my dear.

Me?

No false modesty now.

But I'm not ready.

Of course you're ready.

You'll do an excellent job.

We can't disappoint the children.

Tom, do you think you could help us load up the van?

We need those nice, strong arms of yours.

Certainly.

We may borrow him to help set up the other end.

Would you mind, Joyce?

We'll be fine.

Don't worry.

He tries showing you his pendulum stroke.

Just watch his hands.

Oh!

You tell me where that baby is.

I had a misfortune.

A misfortune?

What kind of misfortune?

A child was standing up close.

I threw it out the window.

You threw it out the window?

Oh!

I'll fetch the constable and have you locked up.

Oh, I'm sorry.

How much do I love you?

Oh, she's dropped a puppet.

Where's she gone?

Where's Mr. Punch?

Where's Mr. Punch?

Where is Mr. Punch?

That's a very good question.

He can be quite an elusive big-nosed gentleman, can Mr. Punch?

A natural mimic.

Now, where can he be?

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-you! -He's what?

He's behind you!

He's behind me?

He's downstairs!

Someone's telling wee porky pies!

-Oi! -Oi! -Well done.

I dropped the puppets.

You kept it going beautifully, didn't you, Tom?

Very, very good.

Your first solo show.

Any news on Gregory?

No.

I wonder if we should check the hospitals or something.

299 for 6, he's on 134.

Street comes in now.

Oh, it's short and pulled away by Schofield.

That'll go for four.

Hello?

Hello.

Oh, hello, sir. I wasn't expecting to hear from you today.

There's something I want you to do for me.

It's a possible missing person.

Sorry, sir.

Didn't quite catch that.

Will you turn that radio off, please?

-This is right. -To collect that.

Yes, sir.

Yep.

The man's name is Gregory Chambers.

He's 45 years old.

Medium build.

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If there's been any kind of accident, we should find him.

Isn't that Annie Tyson?

Annie, dear, have you seen Gregory at all?

No.

Should I ask?

Not to worry.

Looks like a good day's shooting.

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He didn't go up to the woods mushrooming not as far as I know

Maybe he's gone walk about Kyle's death unhinged him.

Well, that wouldn't take an awful lot would it?

Have you got anything?

Oh, I see.

-Yeah. -Thank you.

Thank you, Troy.

There's no news.

I'm sure he's fine.

Now, you'll have to excuse me.

I have a gothic heap I have to drag screaming into the 21st century.

I haven't seen him all day.

Listen up.

Seems Gregory Chambers hasn't been seen since this morning.

Anyone here seen him, knows where he might be?

I think he's found himself another woman, done a runner.

Well, what's source for the goose?

Ain't that right, young Clarice?

Whether or not he had someone else, and I'm not saying he

did, he would have phoned to say he couldn't do the show.

Well, he didn't do the punch in Judy.

No, Peter, he didn't.

Well, what the hell's happened to him?

Just as well the money's come through.

My selection of malts is getting a bit threadbare.

Don't be ridiculous.

I heard about your little outburst today.

You really must make an effort to control those nerves of yours, my dear.

Oh.

I'm pretty fine.

And, uh, bring torches, because it'll be dark soon.

Sorry about all this.

Ben's picking me up.

Shall I tell Joyce?

Uh, yes, please. Tell her I'll, uh, I'll see her at home.

What's going on?

We're searching the woods.

You cannot be serious.

Susanna, can't you feel it?

Something is wrong.

Look, he'll turn up tomorrow and wonder what all the fuss was about.

What if he doesn't?

What if he's lying up there right now, concussed

with a head wound from a bad fall or a falling branch?

No, I'm sorry.

This is ridiculous.

I'm late for the designers.

You going to give us a hand, Tyson?

We're searching the woods for Gregory.

You mind you don't startle them pheasants.

Annie's father, the hotel gamekeeper.

Annie's father?

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Keep a straight line though.

Clarice, where are you going?

I want to check something.

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Gregory, this is valuable drinking time.

Have you found something?

I'm sorry.

I've just checked the bedroom.

Her bag's gone and some of his clothes are missing.

I'm afraid you've all been wasting your time.

Call it off.

I got you.

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Mrs. Chambers, identify the ring on the finger as his.

We'll have to waive her fingerprints for a definite ID.

But there's little doubt we're looking at the right hand of Gregory Chambers.

So my guess is that the hands were removed to hamper identification.

Probably the head as well.

Somehow, this got left behind.

It couldn't have been severed during the course of the murder itself, could it?

I don't think so.

It was a hacksaw that was used.

Not a classic murder weapon.

Well, thank you, John.

A severed hand?

Yes.

Yes, I understand.

Chief Inspector, I'll be there shortly.

I'm going to have to go to the hotel.

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Who could have done it?

I don't understand.

Why?

Poor Gregory.

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God, that's useless!

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First, Mr. Wainwright, and then this, Horace Susanna.

We'll want to start the interviews tomorrow morning.

Yes, of course.

Hey, thank you.

All right, this is fine.

Fine.

Good. Well, I'll, uh, I'll brief the staff.

Oh, just, uh, one more thing.

Mr. Wainwright's will.

Was Gregory mentioned in it at all?

Well, yes, he was.

He received one quarter of everything.

The entire estate, including the hotel, was divided

equally between Gregory, Susanna, Tristan, and Julia.

Julia.

About your wife?

Yes, that's right.

Mr. Wainwright was childless, and he wanted to pass

the hotel on to the people who'd made it a success.

Who's involved in running the hotel?

Susanna's the manager, Julia does the books, Tristan

Goodfellow is the chef, and Gregory sort of helped out generally.

Do you happen to know who would inherit Gregory's quarter?

Naturally, it would be Susanna, his wife.

Take it out.

Every new professor should have a new Mr. Puncher.

He's magnificent.

Clarice, I want you to do the show at the Fade.

You ready?

I saw that today at the Grenville's.

I want you to do it.

I think your aunt would like you to take over the theater.

And I'm sure that's what Gregory would have wanted too.

I don't remember.

Put your trust in Mr. Punch and Mr. Punch will put his trust in you.

It's all about trust, my dear.

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They've found a severed hand in the woods.

Yes, I heard.

But what if someone saw the car?

They'll be asking questions.

They'll be snooping.

Well, then they'll find out just what a naughty boy you've been, won't they?

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Ah, Troy.

Check the hospitals.

No reports of any one-handed men in casualty, sir.

So we can reasonably assume that Gregory Chambers is dead.

Just as well when you think about it.

Well, he'd have only been able to manage a Judy show after that.

And get forensics to check the hotel incinerator.

Sir.

Sir, I was thinking, you know the tradition they have

here at the Fete of punching duty, exposing local scandals?

You don't think Gregory could have been

topped to stop him broadcasting something?

The right hand being chopped off?

Maybe that was symbolic.

Well, certainly worth considering, if perhaps a little fanciful.

I understand that you want to talk to me.

We certainly do, Mrs. Chambers.

You've heard rumors that I have a lover.

Well, it's true.

I've been having an affair with Tristan Goodfellow for

the last eight months, and it's not something I regret.

I'd be fooling no one if I pretended I did.

It doesn't mean I didn't still love Gregory, just not in a physical way.

Sadly, he wasn't blessed with any great enthusiasm in that department.

Can you tell us when you last saw your husband alive?

Sadly, about half past nine yesterday morning.

He was already dressed for the funeral.

We didn't speak.

And you had no idea that he was intending to leave you?

I didn't think he had it in him.

And what were your movements between the last time you saw him and the funeral?

My movements?

Yes, right, well, I had a hairdresser's appointment at 11 o'clock.

Other than that, I was here at the hotel.

Which hairdressers was that?

Petronella's in Causton.

I came back via Badger's Drift.

I had to go to the florists.

On my way to the hairdressers, I went through the woods.

That makes me a suspect, I suppose.

Look, just take another pill.

You'll be fine.

Will you stop telling me to take another pill?

It's always take another this, take another.

Oh, Lily Pollen, look at it.

I'll never get it off.

It's an MCC tie, isn't it, sir?

Oh, yes, it is.

Look, um, I'm afraid my wife's not really up to being interviewed just yet.

She's hit her very hard, Gregory's death and whatnot.

So perhaps you could do me first.

Well, I, um, I didn't mention it yesterday, but

actually, I drove through the forest in the morning, so.

You don't happen to know what the score is?

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The grieving widow.

Don't stop.

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How's the search going, Chief Inspector?

Found any more bits yet

of the body?

Nothing yet.

You said you drove through the woods yesterday, Mr. Gooders.

What time would that have been?

Just before the funeral.

Had a meeting in Causton with my financial advisors.

I left their offices at roughly 1140 to be back for 12.

That's Trellingham Limited and the High Street.

And they'll be able to verify the time?

I'm sure they could, yes.

Did you stop off en route?

No, no, no, no.

Drove straight there.

Took about 15 minutes.

It's a reasonable route to take back from Causton.

Doesn't look as if either of them had the opportunity.

I mean, 15 minutes, that's pushing it a bit.

No one could have had the time to commit the murder and dispose of the body.

-Anything? -Nothing yet, sir.

What about Abbott's pool?

We haven't started yet, sir.

He'd have to be fit to carry a body this far.

Well, maybe there were two of them.

Or maybe the murder happened here, and the

severed hand was taken to where it was found.

If the murderer or murderers detached the

identifiable parts, it's a pretty good bet they

meant to leave the rest of the body somewhere in the vicinity.

So who do we interview next?

Well, it's Tyson, gamekeeper.

He wasn't exactly one of Gregory's greatest fans, was he?

And I got a feeling the daughter, Annie,

she's got to be in the picture somewhere.

But first, we'll start with Tristan Goodfellow.

I was in the kitchen from 8 till about 10.30.

Then I was in the office, had a budget meeting with Julia.

And then I went back to change for the funeral.

Where was it you changed?

The annex.

It's where I live at the back of the hotel.

And the kitchen staff can confirm that you were here?

Until 10.30.

And then Julia Gooders can confirm I was in the meeting with her.

So just when I was getting changed, I was alone.

About 10 minutes.

Didn't have any help from Mrs. Chambers then, sir?

Not on that particular occasion.

But you're right, I do like Susanna to undress me whenever possible.

She's rather an expert.

I found a severed hand.

Why didn't you tell me last night they were searching the woods?

Somebody got a bit careless.

Still, there's no point in fretting about it.

Man plants his seed, and then decides he doesn't want to own it.

He should expect the worst.

You.

You!

Wow!

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Yes.

Tristan was with me from 10 .30 till about 20 to 12.

We had to cut it short because of the funeral.

I was wondering, uh, Mrs. Goodhart, I saw you

after the funeral at the children's Punch and Judy show.

You seemed a bit on edge.

Yes.

Had been a rather trying day.

But it was my goddaughter's birthday party, and I'd said I'd go.

Never been fond of those puppets.

Can you think of anyone who would

want to kill Gregory Chambers?

No.

Came as a total shock.

This village is normally so, so peaceful.

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Mammy?

Mr. Tyson?

We're inviting you in here.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Troy.

You look as if you need an ambulance.

I don't want no ambulance.

What happened here?

What happened?

I'll tell you what happened.

That damn daughter of mine happened.

She's no good, just like her mother before her.

Like a wild thing.

That was an original Georgian chair.

That was.

But what does she do with it?

She breaks it over my head.

Why?

Why did she attack you, Mr. Tyson?

Did it have something to do with Gregory's death?

Mr. Tyson, what was the relationship between your daughter and Gregory?

Up the duff with him.

That was our relationship.

Four months pregnant.

And was I happy about it?

-No. -And did I kill him?

No.

I should have done, maybe.

Get him an ambulance.

Mr. Tyson.

Mr. Tyson, were you in the woods between 9.30 and midday yesterday?

Yes, I was.

But there was someone else there as well.

I saw his car parked.

And the person in question wasn't that keen on Gregory, neither.

Who was the person in question?

Colin Salter, conservation nutter.

Didn't like Gregory for collecting all them wild mushrooms.

Denude in the woods, he called it.

Denuding?

That's a word coming from him.

Might have had a bit of company with him and all.

Where can I find him?

A bit quick to deflect suspicion, don't you think?

Yes, but from himself or his daughter.

Ah, I'm Detective Chief

Inspector Barnaby. This is Detective Sergeant Troy.

I'm not sure that's legal, sir.

A man can dress as he wishes in his own home.

Would you mind putting something on, Mr. Salter?

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

It's the pastry.

The pastry, Colin.

I'm afraid this is not a good time, Chief Inspector.

Phone and make an appointment, would you please?

Bloody cheek.

We'll phone and make an appointment.

Four months pregnant?

By Gregory?

Apparently, his enthusiasm in that department was greater than you thought.

I think I feel slightly nauseous.

The gamekeeper's daughter.

You don't think that she might be responsible for the murder?

Well, I'll talk to her in due course.

What can you tell me about Colin Salter and his relationship with Gregory?

Gregory?

Not even Colin would kill for the sake of some wild fungi.

Mind you, now you mention it, they did once come to blows over some puffballs.

You find the subject of your husband's death amusing.

All right, listen, I'm going to give you a shortcut here.

The reason Colin Salter wanted Gregory to stay out of the woods was

less to do with mushrooming than that Colin wanted the woods to himself.

He often goes there with his housekeeper, Florence.

He likes it out in the open.

And I'm not speaking metaphorically.

Annette Tyson.

You all right?

What's that?

What's in this fire, Annie?

Pieces of Gregory's clothing.

Shut it.

Put it out. It's water. It will do better.

Did you burn these, Annie?

No, the fire was going when I got here.

Annie, if you knew these were bits of

Gregory's clothing, why didn't you put the fire out?

You must have realized it's valuable evidence.

Why didn't you call the police?

-Sir? -Yes?

What's this here, Annie?

Is it blood?

How did he get here?

-Yeah, I'll... -You'll what?

Oh.

Well, that's that, then.

Bit of a disappointment when it's this easy.

He went around, she told him she was pregnant.

He had cold feet, had words, turned physical, and she killed him.

Maybe by mistake.

He's certainly fit enough.

And she's a gamekeeper as well, remember?

They butcher animals all the time.

What about your theory of the motive?

Was the silence Mr. Punch at the fete?

It's time you met the professors.

Please, sir, show me the way.

I was never hurt before.

Very well, as you're so kind and condescending.

Here, my boy.

Now, place your head in here like this.

This is the right and proper way.

The rope placed under my chin.

Now, I'll take my head out and put yours in.

Oh, and you must turn around to the ladies

and gentlemen and say, Goodbye, fare you well.

Goodbye, fare you well.

That's the way to do it.

A bit much for a sensitive modern audience, but very well done.

Take five, darling.

We have visitors.

Any news?

There's been, uh, development.

But before I tell you, um, can I ask you, are you aware of

anything that Gregory was planning to include in the Punch and

Judy show of the fate that might have motivated someone to silence him?

Not that I can think of.

We haven't really discussed it.

It's normally a last minute thing.

Oh, I see.

Well, thank you.

We have made an arrest,

Andy Tyson.

I mean, no.

We found her at their small holding by a

bonfire with remnants of Gregory's clothing.

We also found bloodstains in the back of her Land Rover.

Did you know she was four months pregnant by Gregory?

I'd guessed as much.

I can't believe it.

Troy.

-Sorry. -It's very old and delicate.

I'm trying to learn about fungi.

Oh, you haven't met Sergeant Troy, have you?

Clarice Opperman, Gavin Troy.

What about Susanna?

Susanna has an alibi.

And Tristan?

Tristan also has an alibi, rock solid.

Susanna's confirmed the ID on the clothing, sir.

Nothing on the bloodstain yet.

Makes no sense.

No trace of any body parts in the bonfire.

They were disposed of somewhere else.

But why?

Why dispose of the body parts and the clothing in separate places?

Why not just dump it all in the hotel incinerator?

Much more efficient.

If you didn't put the clothes on the fire, who did?

Your father?

He couldn't have done.

But you've thought about the possibility.

The fire was lit this morning, and he

hadn't left the house before I went up there.

All right.

Where were you between 9.30 and midday yesterday?

Were you in the woods?

I was supposed to be meeting Gregory on the edge of the woods at Parsonsgate.

We were going to the funeral together.

He said everything would be different after the will was read.

We'd have a new life together.

That's what he said

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I thought you were Colin Salter.

Tristan's sick.

We thought it might be the mushrooms.

Thank you for coming.

Could you hurry?

This won't take a second.

Why is it that people who use those things always have

cars no self-respecting thief would touch with a barge pole?

The day you skip it is the day the thief strikes.

And you've experienced vomiting, diarrhea, and stomach cramps.

Yeah.

And feelings of intense melancholia.

Yeah.

The yellow ones.

What are they?

Chicken of the woods.

Considered a delicacy by some, particularly the

Germanic nations and also the Canadians, I understand.

Tristan's quite fond of them as well, aren't you, Tristan?

Some say it's toxic when found on you, but

the jury's still somewhat out on that one.

Do you think that's what it was?

Did you eat any of these?

Yeah, three or four.

May I ask what they tasted like?

Not bad.

Yes.

I've heard that.

What are they?

Amanita virosa, common name, destroying angel.

There will be a remission on the third day, but I'm afraid it's a false one.

On the fourth or fifth day, the enzymes that attack vital

organs increase and the liver and kidneys are irreversibly damaged.

There are no antidotes.

By the time stomach cramps have started, it's already too late.

Oh.

Someone planted those mushrooms.

Oh.

Gregory didn't make mistakes.

In five years of collecting, he never picked a bad one.

It was Gregory who collected the mushrooms?

Yes.

The day before, he was killed.

Hmm.

They kept well.

Why don't you put Colin on your list of suspects?

He didn't approve of Tristan cooking the mushrooms either.

I don't know.

Give them your professional help and accuse you of murder.

Yes, well, you are on our list of suspects.

Your car was parked in the woods at the time of the murder.

What were you doing there, sir?

I was going for a walk with Florence, my housekeeper.

Bit of a ramble.

She enjoys the wildlife as well.

That was Julia.

She found a bag of mushrooms on their doorstep.

She thinks they're poisonous as well.

enjoy yourself have a lovely time thanks very much mrs.

Pope

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Do you know when these might have been left here?

It must have been since yesterday evening.

There was nothing here before then.

Destroying Angel.

The death threat.

They're poisonous.

What?

They're poisonous, Kenneth.

The mushrooms are poisonous.

I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation.

You mentioned a death threat.

A malicious prank, nothing more.

I think you need a drink, my dear.

No, I'm sorry.

They've poisoned Tristan and now they're trying to...

Will you please calm down?

No one is trying to kill anyone.

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Troy, stop.

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Problem?

I tried.

Someone has removed the screws that secured the cupboard to the wall.

What the hell's going on?

How is she?

The doctor's given her something.

I need fresh air.

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It wasn't an accident, was it?

No, I don't believe it was.

Did Tristan receive a death threat as well?

Yes, but he didn't take it seriously.

You didn't take the threat seriously?

After your husband had just been murdered?

What about Gregory?

Was he threatened?

You're right, we should have informed the police.

I blame myself.

Gregory, Tristan, and now Kenneth.

I should have insisted.

You didn't receive a death threat?

No.

Neither did Julia.

I need to see these death threats.

So they were in the form of notes, were they?

I'm afraid Gregory threw his away, so did Tristan.

I know, I know, but Gregory said they

should be treated with the contempt they deserve.

I should have insisted.

Julia, I can't face doing the tombola tomorrow.

You're not doing the tombola.

Oh, sorry, I just can't.

Between us, we have two dead husbands and a poisoned lover.

I think the village will understand.

They didn't think the death threat should be taken seriously.

What is it?

A local pastime?

Where to now?

I believe Susanna and Julia received death threats as well.

Why would she deny it?

Precisely.

Maybe there's something in the threats they didn't want us to know about.

Stop it or else message, perhaps.

You've got to let Annie out.

She'll go loopy in there.

You're not welcome here.

Just go.

You double-crushing swine, I'll have you!

Tyson.

Mr. Tyson.

I'm about to release Annie on bail, pending further inquiries.

She'll be back with you shortly.

May I suggest at this time you try and avoid fighting?

Is that Wyatt, sir?

Annie couldn't have left the mushrooms outside the goody's door.

She was in custody.

Maybe the father's in on it.

I can't pretend I liked Kenneth Goodness.

He was a sneery little man.

And the cook wasn't a great favorite either.

He did a damn good steak sandwich.

For pity's sake, would he?

Well, he did.

Best in the county.

Will he survive the poisoning, do you think?

Well, there's some talk of a liver transplant, but they're not very optimistic.

Do you know anyone with a knowledge of wild mushrooms?

Well, I hardly know anything.

You're a suspect.

I'm not a suspect.

Yes, you are.

I'm not.

I'm not, am I, Sergeant Troy?

Do you know anything about a mushroom called the Destroying Angel?

Don't you?

This is not a joke, Miss Opperman.

It's a murder investigation.

I'm not really a suspect, am I?

Stop it.

I wanted to run the puppet show.

And that's why I killed Gregory, to get him out of the way.

Oh, come on. Clarice, don't tease the sergeant.

He's doing his best.

Clarice, there is something you might be able to help me with.

Earlier at the, um, the Gooders, Tyson

called Susanna a double-crossing swine.

Why do you think he'd say that?

I don't know.

I mean, who knows what goes on in the mind of Matthew Tyson?

It's to do with the hotel.

We don't know that, Woody.

It's a pretty safe bet.

In what way?

It's not helping Annie, you know, keeping quiet about all this.

The new owners have big plans to modernize the hotel.

The new owners being beneficiaries of the will?

Well, that's right.

They're planning to sell off the rest of the estate to

finance it, which means Tyson and Annie might lose their jobs.

There's no mind about it.

They will lose their jobs and their home, both

of which old man Wainwright promised them for life.

It was Kenneth who was drafting the contract.

A piece of paper.

Do you think that's what it means, the contract is the piece of paper?

That could be anything.

We just found Gregory's script for his Punch and Judy show at the Fade.

He'd already prepared it, or at least some of it.

He mentions a piece of paper.

That's where he found it?

In the drawer.

Phone call.

It's the station for you.

Troy, could you get that, please?

Yes, sir.

You going to perform this tomorrow?

We thought as it's a tribute to Gregory, we should use his words.

And it might be interesting to see if any of

the locals make more sense of it than we do.

So what's the news?

Forensics have drawn a blank on the incinerator.

But the blood in the back of the Land Rover matches Gregory's.

Annie won't be getting bail then.

What makes you say that?

She's got motive, opportunity.

There's strong forensic evidence.

And we know she's capable of violent outbursts.

What about the other murders?

Down to her dad.

We just discovered he's got motive, plenty of it, and opportunity.

They're in it together.

Look, if Annie did kill Gregory, wasn't

premeditated, it was a crime of passion.

I've got no problem with bailing her.

Be very interesting to see the reaction of one or two people and I do.

Oh

Tom!

I asked him to pack the new sign that I painted.

Husbands, eh?

I suppose keeping busy is the best way of coping with grief.

How's Tristan?

What is it, Woody?

Worried about your steak sandwiches?

He's dying, basically.

Sorry.

We came to offer our commiserations, that's all.

We must get on.

It's Clarice's big day with Mr. Punch.

The show must go on, eh?

Never mind that Gregory was killed a couple of days ago.

We're doing it as a tribute.

We found Gregory's script for the fate.

He must have written it before he died.

It's a pity you can't be there.

Well, perhaps as it's a tribute.

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Perhaps you should try the coconuts.

Ladies and gentlemen...

of Punt and Judy will commence in five minutes.

Excuse me.

Chief Inspector.

Do you know anyone local who's particularly good at archery?

Locally? Yeah, there is someone, but we won't be seeing him today.

Excellent shot, but sadly, he's, um.

In hospital?

Yeah.

Thank you.

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How pale he looks!

I'll feel his pulse!

Are you dead, Mr. Punch?

Piss!

I never heard a dead man speak before.

What's that you say?

A piece of paper?

What piece of paper?

Heads will roll if the truth ain't told.

Oh!

You're not dead!

You're only poorly!

Bye-bye!

Well done.

-Mwah. -Thank you.

-Well done. -Darling.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Enjoy it.

The star is born.

Sir.

Sergeant.

We found this in the woods, about 600 yards from the pool.

It's Gregory's.

It's his cleaning brush.

He used it for cleaning mushrooms.

Here?

Right there, sir.

Sir?

Here.

Could this be blood?

Indeed it could.

I'll need samples of this.

sir?

I'm trying to learn about fungi.

It was Gregory who collected the mushrooms?

Yes.

The day before he was killed.

I kept well.

You recognise it?

Hang on.

That Polaroid.

It's gone.

It looked about like this one, didn't it?

It looked exactly like this one.

I'm sorry, it was seeing his cleaning brush like that It was

so much a part of him No, it's not plastic bag a bit of evidence

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Come in.

It was deliberate.

We found three spike holes in the tires.

And with that wall there, well, you were very lucky.

We'll put an officer outside the door for you.

You think they'll try again?

Well, if somebody wanted to get rid of you

for whatever reason, didn't succeed, did they?

And yes, yes, they may try again.

You think they think I know something.

Well, do you?

No.

That, uh, picture that fell out of the Punch

and Judy book, could I have a look at it, please?

Does this have something to do with the investigation, Chief Inspector?

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How long you had this photograph, Clarice?

I don't know.

It's one of Gregory's.

He used to try to teach me.

He'd put the names on the back so I could sort of use them as test cards.

Well, there's no name on this one.

He normally put a date and location as well.

He liked to keep a record.

Why are you so interested in this particular picture, Chief Inspector?

I think this photograph was taken at the murder scene.

Gregory's cleaning brush was found a couple of

yards from this tree stump, along with some blood stains.

There's a bracket fungus growing on a tree stump.

This fungus has been partially cut away.

It looks identical to this one.

I think this photograph was taken very recently.

What does it mean?

I didn't notice any suspicious reactions

when Mr. Punch mentioned the piece of paper.

Susanna knew Gregory was having an affair before he was murdered.

Did you know that?

Go on.

The landlady of the Red Horse told me today.

Did Susanna tell you she knew of the affair?

Susanna and Tristan both have alibis.

There is such a thing as a false alibi.

Calm down.

You must calm down.

Yes, I understand that, but...

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Who is this?

Who is it?

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I said I couldn't commit to next year yet,

but they were pleased with the way it went.

Tom, I'm just saying the croquet store went well.

But it might have gone even better if you'd put the new sign in the car.

When you packed for me this morning, you put the old sign in, not the new one.

Well, I didn't realize there was a new one.

I thought that that was the

only, the only one.

The piece of paper, Mr. Punch's piece

of paper, wasn't a contract.

It was a will.

There was another will, a newer one.

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Shotgun wound to the chest.

Death was instantaneous.

It seems Mrs. Gooders didn't realize who

she'd shot until she turned on the lights.

It's affected her rather badly.

Doesn't make any sense.

I didn't know who it was.

-I didn't know. -It's all right.

You take it slowly, Mrs. Gooders.

Do you feel up to talking to us?

Now.

Why was there a shotgun in the bedroom?

The phone call.

It sounded like...

Hello?

Who who next?

Who is this?

Who is it?

Who who next?

We're coming to get you!

So I took the gun from the gun cupboard.

It was Gregory.

He's alive.

Do you mean?

They only ever found the hand.

Maybe Tristan never actually killed him.

Maybe he didn't want to admit that he'd messed up.

And now Gregory's come back, and he's killing us one by one.

He did this.

He made me do it.

Poor Susanna.

Are you telling me that

you and Susanna and

Kenneth, your husband, and Tristan Goodfellow

were all involved in a conspiracy to murder Gregory Chambers?

Kiss.

Yes.

What was she doing with the knife?

And you planned to kill Gregory Chambers because of the new will.

Is that right?

I didn't want it to happen.

But when they told me, it was too late.

They'd done it.

Well, you could have told us about it.

But then you wouldn't have inherited your quarter of the hotel, would you?

He was my husband, Chief Inspector.

When did you find out about the new will?

It was Susanna.

They were talking about selling off the

rest of the estate at Wainwright's bedside.

They thought he was asleep.

Set the meeting.

We'll want to move as soon as he's gone.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,

ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

You won't get a penny.

You've betrayed my trust, all of you.

There'll be a little surprise for you.

Will you try to read the old will?

The old will?

There's a new one.

Who?

Who's going to produce the new will?

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It's Gregory.

Oh dear.

You'd rather let the cat out of the bag now.

Tristan.

Lock the door.

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She killed him.

She had to.

Knowing that Susanna knew, Wainwright would

have made public the existence of the new will.

Susanna and the others would have got nothing.

They were so very close, Carl and Gregory.

He was such a trustworthy person.

Why didn't he just give the new will to his solicitor?

Kenneth Gooder's wife was a beneficiary of the original will.

Gregory was the only one he could trust.

If the plan was for Gregory to produce the new

will when they were about to read the earlier one,

then they knew he'd have it on him before the funeral.

I'll do it.

Which was when they decided to murder him.

They knew he'd be on his own collecting mushrooms.

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You received a death threat as well.

And Susanna.

But not Gregory.

Susanna just said that to put you off.

Confess or die.

To the point.

We didn't confess, and now we're dying.

Just one more question.

Who was Susanna trying to kill when she

caused the blowout on the Punch and Judy van?

Both of them.

She said they were in it together, but she was wrong.

It's Gregory who's been killing us.

Paul Gregory.

It was me who told her to go to Julius.

She phoned to ask my advice.

She'd had a call from Julia.

She's completely lost her nerve.

Well, she's talking about telling the police everything.

I couldn't see any way around it, unless she

wanted to spend the rest of her life in jail.

You'll have to silence her permanently tonight.

Was Gregory the sole beneficiary of the new will?

Look, I know you murdered him.

I know Julia supplied the alibi, that Susanna

dropped you off in the woods and Kenneth brought you back.

We should have got away with it.

I was going to dispose of the

traceable parts in the hotel incinerator,

along with the will.

But after I dumped the rest of the body in

the pool, I was going back to the meeting point.

You were interrupted by Colin Salter and his housekeeper.

Well, I had to run so I wouldn't be seen.

Oh

-Ah! -Oh!

Oh!

The bag must have split.

I didn't realize the hand had fallen out till you found it.

So you decided to divert suspicion by framing Annie.

I'd incinerated everything already.

So we got some clothes from Gregory's wardrobe and planted them on the bonfire.

And the blood?

I thought I'd better check Kenneth's car to see if any blood had leaked.

There was quite a pool of it.

So I got some, smeared it in the Land Rover.

And cleaned all traces from Kenneth's car.

Phone call for Chief Inspector Barnaby?

Troy, you take that.

Why won't you tell me who were the beneficiaries of the new will?

It could help catch your murderer.

It's yours.

I thought if Susanna could murder one

husband, she might just be tempted to murder another.

Sir, a builder's turned up, claiming he

unscrewed the Gooders' cupboard from the wall.

What?

I told you it was Mrs. Gooders who asked me to do it.

Julia Gooders?

Yeah.

I thought it was a bit odd.

I mean, it was just a few screws, but

then that Kenneth's a useless bugger, or was.

Let me get this absolutely straight.

You're saying that Julia Gooders asked you to unscrew the

large drinks cupboard from the wall in the living room, yeah?

Said they were going to sell it at auction.

They were going to have it picked up once they'd emptied it.

Yes.

Well, we'd better have a word with Mrs. Gooders.

Sir?

Yeah?

Apparently, Julia Good has threw a curly one in the night.

Went completely off her rocker.

They've sectioned her.

Maybe it's all an act, and she isn't Barney.

Maybe she's the murderer.

We know she snuffed Susanna.

Maybe she hasn't lost her marbles after all.

But, Troy, she's admitted there was another will in which she gets nothing.

If this was all calculated, why would she tell us about that will, huh?

Well, maybe it's not calculated.

Maybe she's just a raving psychopath, and nervous Julia's just a front.

Where's she gone?

Where's Mr. Punch?

Where's Mr. Punch?

Where is Mr. Punch?

Natural mimic.

Any news from the lake?

I'll check, sir.

Was Mrs. Gooders at the house to let you in?

No.

I let myself in.

How did you do that?

She said I should use the spare key.

Asked if I could remember its hiding place.

Of course I could.

It was only last spring. I did the work on the kitchen.

And she contacted you by phone to ask you to do this?

That's right.

It's a...

They found the body.

Weighed down and tied to something

inflatable, which had been pierced with an arrow, yeah?

Yes, sir.

Show our friend out.

We've got some calls to make.

Yes?

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What about the body in the middle of the lake?

How'd he manage that?

Bow and arrow and some fishing line.

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And that, as they say, was that.

Chief Inspector, Sergeant, come in, come in.

We need to see Clarice as well, Mrs. Pope.

She's in the studio.

I don't know how much you've heard, but Julia

and Tristan have confessed to Gregory's murder.

Annie is no longer a suspect.

Yes.

Excellent news.

Susanna and Kenneth were also part of the conspiracy.

So now we just need to know the

avenging angel responsible for their murders.

Oh, I think destroying angel is a

more apt description in the circumstances.

Amanita vidrosa.

I learned all about mushrooms when Woody was transferred to Bordeaux.

Akin on mushrooms, French.

Indian or China, Chief Inspector?

It's Indian, isn't it?

I remember. Did Gregory tell you there was a new will?

No.

No, I don't believe he told anyone, not even Annie.

He was scared about what might happen if the others learned of it.

Crumpet?

No, no, thank you.

Somehow, they found out.

So when Denise Daly, the nurse, said she'd witnessed

Wainwright's signature, you guessed it was the will?

You're very good, Chief Inspector.

When Denise told me that Susanna had accused her of being

incompetent, if you'd done your job properly, Carl would still be with us.

Now, please, just go.

I knew it wasn't true.

Denise was a very good nurse.

So I guessed there was another reason why

Susanna wanted her away from the funeral.

A document.

And when Denise told me she'd witnessed Carl's

signature shortly before he died, I knew it had to be a will.

Interestingly, Denise thought Gregory was the other witness.

But he can't have been if he was the beneficiary.

Oh, come and sit down, darling.

It's crumpets and blackcurrant jam, your favorite.

Why is Sergeant Troy being so serious?

I'm afraid I have a confession to make.

I've been using you rather badly.

But with my own body in rapid decline, I was

incapable of doing the things I needed to do myself.

Apart from the phone calls.

The talent for mimicry runs in the family, I presume.

What are you talking about?

It was Evelyn who made the two phone calls last night.

One to Susanna as Julia, the other to Julia as Mr. Punch.

Will someone please explain to me what's going on?

Your aunt is confessing to the murders of Tristan

Goodfellow, Kenneth Gooders, and Susanna Chambers.

I'm sorry, darling, but I couldn't stand by and see

Annie's life and the life of Gregory's unborn child destroyed.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you tell me?

I do hope she'll understand in time.

Clarice wasn't involved.

No.

She picked the poisonous mushrooms, but she didn't know what they were.

She didn't deliver them?

No.

She should have put two and two together.

I asked Ben, our gardener, to deliver them.

I said they'd be a surprise.

Then I organized a little holiday for him in Ibiza.

I knew he'd only make the connection when

he got back, and it'd all be academic by then.

Enjoy yourself.

Have a lovely time.

And he needed a break anyway.

Clarice isn't yet aware of the turmoil she can cause in the masculine breast.

Are you okay?

I thought we were close.

She said it was all about trust.

How could she?

I went round to Colin Salters and showed

him your picture of the chicken of the woods.

And Florence allowed the interview?

It's one of Gregory's.

How can he be sure of that?

It's like a signature.

He'd always cut away the lower fronds and leave the top ones.

They'd be dirty with leaf litter.

You've missed a cobweb on the stairs!

Colin!

Oh.

You have company.

That's why you asked Clarice to take the Polaroid.

Clarice, where are you going?

I want to check something.

You'd be able to tell if Gregory had been there that day.

What made you suspect he had?

It was when we talked to Susanna.

There were fragments of chicken of the woods in Gregory's basket.

Didn't he go up to the woods mushrooming?

As far as I know.

Where the hell is it?

Gregory had told me that he was going

to pick the chicken of the woods that day.

I knew the exact tree.

It's a perennial fungus, quite rare here.

So you instructed Clarice to take the Polaroid picture so you could

see if it was his chicken of the woods that had been harvested by him.

We wouldn't have been able to introduce the poisonous mushrooms if

Tristan hadn't kept the ones that Gregory collected before he killed him.

Anyone as callous as that deserves to die.

And remember, if they'd been innocent,

they would have reported the threatening notes.

Which Clarice delivered for you.

Why didn't you trust me?

Darling, if you were a co-conspirator, you

would be facing life imprisonment at this moment.

It's not the future I had in mind for you.

I told her they were letters of commiseration for Gregory.

Would you mind joining us a little later, my dear?

file.

And you wrote the Punch and Judy script for The Fade.

Well, I had to get Julia's imagination going.

It's all right.

Troy, get an ambulance.

What's wrong?

I knew if Julia was the only one

left, I'd cheat crack, and she did.

Aunt Evelyn?

Would you get Woody, please, my dear?

Don't go, Aunt Evelyn.

Please don't go.

Get Woody.

At least Annie won't go to prison now.

Not that her life will be easy, of course.

It'll be easier than you might think.

She won't have to worry about a job or somewhere to live.

She is the sole beneficiary of the new will.

Tristan didn't destroy it.

So he...

he admitted it at last.

Carl Wainwright.

He was Annie's father.

No one knew.

Except Tyson.

So shall our independence now.

My darling?

Bye, darling.

Oh, Woody.

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She could be pretty tough at times.

But underneath, she was the gentlest person you could ever meet.

Clarice, we'll need you to come down to

the station sometime and make a statement.

-All right? -OK.

I don't have my glasses.

Could you read it, please?

We'll be on our way.

No.

It's all right.

My dearest Woody, my time has

come now, yours has not.

I want you to be as happy as you can be with the rest of the time you have.

With all my love, Evelyn.

Is that it?

Yes.

But how can I be happy now?

How am I supposed to get it through a hoop from here?

You could play the red.

It's in the vegetable garden.

You can position the yellow one mallet's length in from the shed.

It's Hurlingham rules, Croquet Tom.

Hurlingham rules?

Silly me.

Does Woody know that Evelyn was a mass murderer?

Well, if he doesn't, he soon will.

My guess is he'll still love her memory.

You liked her, didn't you?

What, me, a detective chief inspector, liking a mass murderer?

-Yeah. -Yeah, I did.

I won't tell anyone.

You've really got the hang of this game, haven't you?

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