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No, Dave.

Don't be stupid.

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Morning, Holly.

Hiya, Dave.

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leave. I'm gonna

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Sorry, Mr. Yateman, this road is closed.

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Morning, sir.

Morning, Troy.

His name's David Cutler, local postman.

Lived in the village.

Time of death, just before dawn this morning.

Cause of death, an incised wound to the throat.

Just one wound?

He was almost decapitated.

Just bills.

I'll try and make it back tonight, love.

But I can't promise.

It depends on the second client.

See you when I see you then.

Yes.

Be good.

I'll ring you from the hotel.

He's still looking for a murder weapon.

Next of kin?

His mother, apparently.

Lives in a nursing home.

-Hi. -Could you be a ride, please?

Because the, um, the motor post.

Local community officer, WPC Jay Nash.

She might be able to help.

Why was he killed?

Village posting.

Best you'd get is a couple of gyros.

Then you'd have to cash them.

Yes, I know.

Jay.

This is Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

Morning, sir.

Morning. I meant to ask, what do you do for entertainment around here?

There's two pubs, and the fish and chip van calls by once a week.

What more could you want?

Have you seen the postman this morning, Barbara?

Not yet, no.

No, neither have I.

I'm expecting a check.

Probably still in someone else's bloody bed.

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Hey?

It's all right, Mac.

Have you seen what's happening down in the village?

No.

Well, there's police everywhere.

Well, you best get down there and sort it then, Mr. August.

He's good at that.

Woo!

It's alright, mate.

I had to go around the village, didn't I?

The road's closed.

I heard a siren earlier.

The whole village is full of police.

You know why?

No.

Our friend, the postman.

He's dead.

What do you mean he's dead?

Someone killed him, didn't they?

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Simon?

Yeah.

Ah, morning, Debbie.

I've got that work for you.

But I must have it by this evening, you understand?

It's my last chance with the bloody tax man.

What is it, Debbie?

What's wrong?

It's, it's Dave Cutler.

What about him?

He's been murdered.

What are you talking about?

When did this happen?

First thing this morning.

The whole village knows about it.

For God's sake, Louise, this is terrible.

It's absolutely terrible.

Why wasn't I told?

Because you weren't around.

But I have a right to be told.

Why?

Maybe the police aren't that impressed with your OBE.

Oh, damn the OBE.

I'm talking about my social standing in the community.

I should have been the first to be told.

Then you shouldn't go traipsing around the

hills every morning like a lunatic, should you?

What are we supposed to do, yodel?

Poor David.

He was always known

as Dave, remember?

I'd say David was only ever used on special occasions.

Wouldn't you?

I don't like to speak ill of the dead, but Dave

Cutler wasn't exactly what you'd call an honorable man.

Far from it.

How do you mean?

Well, he liked women a bit too much.

Other people's women, mostly.

Yes.

Marriage didn't mean a lot to him.

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expect you'll have heard the side news by now, Ben.

About what?

The murder, of course.

Oh, that!

What bloody nuisance is that?

How do we play our Aunt Sally without the full team?

Oh, for goodness sake, Ben.

Is that all you can think about at a time like this?

Yes.

Dave Cutler was our star player.

I'd say he was a star player in more ways than one.

And at least he stayed loyal to this

pub, which is more than I can say for some.

Still, it's a terrible business.

Oh, I don't know.

Your dear little wives will be safe now, won't they?

My marriage has always been...

safe.

I'd finished Geese Lane and I was just going

to the little house that lays back off the lane.

I saw Dave.

He passed me.

He called out.

I said hello.

And that was the last time you saw Dave Cutler alive, was it?

Look, Holly, I know this is upsetting for you, but we have to

know, did you see anyone else in the

area of Geese Lane at that time?

No.

I think I saw someone later.

Was it a man or a woman?

I couldn't tell.

Oh, yes, and I think I heard music.

Music?

Yes, like from someone's radio.

I couldn't hear it all that well.

Can you remember what kind of music it was?

It was too faint.

How well did you know Dave Cutler?

As well as I know most of the people in Goodman's Land.

I've been here almost two years.

Did he have enemies?

Take your pick.

There were plenty.

We're talking about a grieved husband, are we?

Mostly so, yes.

Did any of them show their grievance?

There was a fight once.

Oh, I'd like some names, please.

Right.

And we'll need an incident room.

Get the unit out, sir.

May I make a suggestion, sir?

Please.

I know this village, and a mobile incident room is not going to work here.

Why?

People with things to say won't come near it.

They don't even trust the mobile library.

Well, you better find us a suitable building, wouldn't you?

I thought we'd have tea in the conservatory.

Right.

I'll be right there.

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No one seems to have heard the radio, sir.

No.

Could the girl have imagined it?

She must have been in a state of shock.

No, she heard the music before she found the body.

Oh.

Hello?

Hello?

Keith is that you?

Hello?

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It used to be a dance hall once upon a time.

I'm told people from the village and surrounding areas

would descend upon this place every Friday and Saturday night.

I suppose it was a good place for people to meet in those days.

A place for romance.

Right, I want this place up and running by tomorrow morning.

-Tom? -Huh?

What are you doing up there?

Dance hall, babe.

What?

I'm taking a little meander down memory lane.

Used to play these when I was a kid.

When You Lose The One You Love by David Whitfield.

Why the sudden interest in dancehalls?

Have you decided to go romantic in your old age?

Why not?

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Do I have an office?

In the old cloakroom, sir.

At least you'll be able to hang up your coat.

Good-looking fellow, aren't he?

Yes, sir.

He was.

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Bloody hell.

Mr. Yeatman?

Yes? I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Troy.

Morning.

Is your wife in?

Yes.

Good. Could we have a word with you both, please?

This is my breakfast break.

I'm due back at the dairy.

It's important, Mr. Yeatman.

Hey, babe.

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Bloody hell!

He was willing to stay away from my wife, but he wouldn't listen.

So you attacked him.

I gave him a good hiding, yes.

Where did all this take place?

At the plow.

He didn't bother her again after that, did he?

Did you kill him, Mr. Yeatman?

No.

I didn't need to.

I forgave Mary for what she did and she's behaved herself since.

But he must have been out here elsewhere.

That's why someone killed him.

Do you, uh, see your husband off to work in the mornings, Mrs. Yateman?

Yes, I make him his tea.

And did you see David Cutler when he delivered the morning mail?

No.

Did you hear him deliver the morning post?

No.

Did you hear anything else?

Like what?

Music, a radio playing.

No.

Anyway, I was asleep.

I always go back to sleep after Mike's left.

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-Woof! -Woof! -Here!

Woof!

Woof!

So, I went round there, didn't I?

Bloody curtains were drawn.

Maybe Debbie was having a lie in.

I'll pass 11 in the morning.

Silly woman wouldn't even answer the door.

And I need that paperwork.

Bloody tax man's all set to pay me a visit.

Boss has already given me one warning.

Was Keith at home?

No, he's away as usual.

Don't tell me you're thinking what I'm thinking.

I'm not thinking anything.

Uh-uh.

Can I put your name down for the Aunt Sally, my son?

No.

Oh, come on.

It's against the sword and scepter, if they can get a team together.

We need you.

Oh, all right, put me down.

You're a star.

Debbie wouldn't have been entertaining anyone, would she?

Nah, no, she isn't the type.

What is the type?

How would I know?

If I can just get a hold of that paperwork, I'm still in with a chance.

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Where did you find these?

Near the green.

They were blown around.

Suppose they must have come from Dave Cutler's post bag.

Thank you.

And thank you, Mr. Jessel, for bringing them in.

You know, I haven't been in this place now for 30 years.

Used to be called the Wrecks.

Lived over in Badger's Drift in them days.

Used to come here every Saturday night.

Badger's Drift? That's a good 12 miles away.

How'd you get here? By bus? No, no proper bus service in them days.

Used to cycle, best suit, rain or shine.

Had to stick my cycle clips in my top pocket, walking like Jack the Lad.

Some good-looking girls here in them days.

Where do you want these?

Behind the door.

-Cosy? -Coffee?

Oh, please.

Our murder victim, Dave, he's told us about his conquests.

Not all of them.

Well, the ones that matter.

Any idea who he was carrying on with before he died?

It's only gossip.

That'll do.

Debbie?

Debbie?

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You up there, Debbie?

Well, it wasn't exactly a fight.

It wasn't even a row, because you can't row with Mike Yateman.

Doesn't say a lot.

So what was it, then?

It was a demolition job.

Dave was in here.

Mike Yateman came in, hit him hard.

Dave went down, he tried to get up.

Mike hit him again.

That was it, all over.

Poor old Dave.

John, did you ever hear Mike Yateman threatened to kill Dave Cutler?

No, never.

Have you heard anyone else threatened to kill him?

No.

Well, I didn't like what happened in here, Mr. Barnaby.

We didn't need it.

I work city pubs, where the yobs, young and old,

they get boozed up and they come looking for trouble.

The sad places, angry places, and they scare me.

And it goes and happens to you right here in your old good man's land, eh?

Yeah, but it's not quite the same.

You know, I've lived and worked in this pub for three years.

And not once have I had to clear up sick or fish dog ends out of the urinal.

How nice for you.

Mr. Shortlands?

What is it?

It's my wife, Debbie.

She's gone missing.

Yeah.

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Over here.

Looks like the same MO, incised wound to

the throat, almost severing the head.

Sir.

A kitchen knife?

I can't understand what she was doing here, sir.

We're nowhere near the road.

A bit cooler out there today.

You'll never understand why you need a map.

You've lived here for years.

You know the area.

Dotted lines.

This is proof of my right of way.

I thought I might take another walk later.

Perhaps during the evening, if that fits in with your plans.

There's a motif on the handle.

Just about make it out.

I know what that is.

That is a souvenir of the Festival of Britain, 1951.

But I don't think it's our murder weapon.

Why?

Because it would have taken something quite sharp and fairly

heavy to deliver the kind of blows that killed both victims.

My guess is it was deliberately placed there for us to find.

And why was she killed?

That's what we're trying to establish, sir.

Was it?

Was there any?

No, no.

We don't believe there was a sexual motive.

Why did she have to die?

Debbie never bothered anyone in her life.

What time did you leave home yesterday morning?

About 8.15.

Does it matter?

Were you awake when the postman came by?

Yes, I was.

I heard him.

He delivered some letters to us.

Why?

What's this got to do with Debbie?

It wasn't him, was it?

Did he kill her?

Now, why would you think that, sir?

Because of his reputation and.

Debbie, if she...

She may have flirted with him a bit, but then he encouraged that, didn't he?

He was that sort.

Are you going to talk to him?

I'm afraid we can't, sir.

David Cutler was murdered yesterday morning, not long after he left your house.

You put the doll on the iron, then you throw the stick underarm.

Each player gets six throws.

Right.

By the way, I found out who Dave Cutler's last conquest was.

Have you now?

Well, I thought I might as well take advantage of the local knowledge.

Who told you?

Jay.

Well, who was Cutler's latest?

Would you believe the woman who's just been killed, Debbie Shortland?

No, I wouldn't believe that.

That was just a mild flirtation.

I'm out of that

Finished any investigations of yours yet, have you?

Not yet, no.

Well, my advice to you is pack up and go home.

Why?

Because justice has been done, that's why.

That Randy bastard got what he deserved.

And what about the girl that was killed?

Did she also get what she deserved?

Don't know nothing about her.

I understand Dave Cutler was a regular in this pub.

Best Aunt Sally player we had.

He would have made captain one day.

Who is captain?

Oh, I would have thought you'd have known that by now.

It's Mr. Owen August,-B-E.

Used to be a publisher, a famous one.

Do you ever have matches?

Of course we have matches.

We're all set to play a friendly in a couple of days' time.

Only we don't have a full team.

Oh, that's no problem.

We'll make up the numbers.

What kind of place is this?

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What are you looking at, sir?

It looks like it, doesn't it?

You think you're buying that, sir, only I will need to clear it out first.

No, I'm not thinking of buying it.

Ah, well, if you don't mind, I'm afraid this area of the showroom is private.

Mr. Simon Reason?

Yes?

Detective Sergeant Troy, Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

We were wondering if you could identify these for us, sir.

Yes, they're mine.

That's my paperwork, the bloody state of it.

Where'd you find it?

Not far from the village green.

Why?

Bloody hell, was it doing that?

Did she lose it?

That's why she's hiding from me, bloody woman.

May I have that, please?

No, not at the moment.

Where were you yesterday evening, sir?

In a state of bloody panic, that's where.

What about yesterday morning around about dawn?

I was asleep, who wouldn't be?

Asleep here?

Yes.

And before you ask, I was alone.

It just so happens that I've left my wife and I separated.

So I'm living here temporarily till I can find suitable accommodation.

Careful.

That chair's valuable.

Why did you leave your wife, Mr. Reason?

I think that's my business.

Was it because she was having an affair with David Cutler?

No, it was not.

I left her because I wanted to, well, I wanted to regain my independence.

So, where is Debbie?

Is she at home?

I want a word with that young woman.

I'm sorry, you can't.

Debbie is dead. Debbie was murdered yesterday evening.

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Do you think we should be doing this?

With another murder in the village?

It'll, um, take our minds off it.

And I'm scared Simon

Who's it gonna happen to next no

one Police will sort it out.

So don't you worry about it

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I always wondered, do postmen deliver their own letters?

Probably from one of his lady friends.

We'll soon find out.

A small place like Goodman's Land, there

has to be a connection between the two murders.

I'm hoping there is.

See what kind of music he liked.

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I'd say his taste in music was 80s soul.

It's not exactly what I expected.

What did you expect, Troy?

I don't know.

I thought there'd be girly pictures, dirty books, crater condoms.

Don't think he needed pictures or books.

What exactly are we looking for, sir?

A diary would be nice.

if you get one.

I'll take a look in the living room.

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All that the Father giveth, He taketh.

And him that cometh to me, I shall in no wise cast out.

He that raised up Jesus from the dead.

I'm set.

Well, he was part of the village.

Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth.

My flesh also shall rest in hope.

Thou shalt show me the path of life.

In thy presence is the fullness of joy.

And at thy right hand there is a blessing.

There's still some things of yours in the outhouse.

Yes, well, I haven't had time to clear them out yet, have I?

Then get off your arse and do it.

O mighty God, we commend the soul of our brother departed.

We commit his body to the ground, earth to

earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Ensure uncertain hope of the resurrection unto eternal life.

and who's coming in glorious majesty to judge the world,

the earth and the sea shall give up their dead, and the

corruptible bodies of those who sleep in him shall be

changed, made light unto his own glorious body, according

to the mighty working, whereby he is able to subdue all things unto himself.

Keep going ahead, I'll catch you up.

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Mrs. Janet Reason?

Yes?

I'm DCI Barnaby.

I wonder, could I see you this afternoon, have a little chat?

If you must.

I'm afraid the scones were a bit stale, so...

I've cut some bread and butter.

I'm not hungry.

Well, it wasn't much of a day for a funeral, I know.

Especially when there wasn't a bite to eat afterwards.

Surely someone could...

I'm bored, Owen.

What?

I'm bored, bloody silly.

With Goodman's land?

With everything.

Rrrrrrrrrr

On one of my walks the other day, I

was having a few thoughts about us.

I felt perhaps things might have been different if we'd had children.

It might have brought us closer together.

I doubt it.

There again, I suppose, I have been a father

to those young authors I helped in the past.

Where would they be now without me?

Being bored, it weren't, well...

It won't alter the way we do things, will it?

I shouldn't think so.

Good.

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This place pays because I've got it right, unlike dear old Simon.

I mean, living in that rundown showroom, for God's sake.

He said that he left you.

Is that right?

No.

He'd say anything to save face.

I own the house.

I threw him out.

Because?

Because he was a liability.

He also made a fuss about a certain indiscretion of mine.

Oh, you mean your affair with David Cutler?

It was hardly an affair.

I'd seen him strutting his stuff.

I'd heard about his reputation.

So I decided to give it a go.

I wasn't disappointed.

Simon and I had led a sexless life for years.

You see, failure is his strong point.

That business of his is never going to work.

Why?

Well, to sell the kind of stuff he's

selling, one needs to be in a city, not a village.

Do you think he's capable of murder?

Yes, but only if he thinks the world is against him.

And I'd say right now the world is.

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1, 2, 9.

Why do more pubs these days have such lousy music?

Hi, Jane.

Good evening, John.

Number 3, 7, 4.

-Cheers. -Cheers. -Oh, look at that.

John has a girlfriend, but no one's allowed to see her.

No, no, no, no, that's not true.

I'll introduce you one day.

He's ashamed to bring her to government's land.

98.

Oh, that's me.

John, does this pub have any decent music?

Yeah, sure.

Come and choose something.

This is so good.

There you go.

I want a leg of lamb.

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-Yeah, OK, love. -I know, I know.

John? Maybe I can get down in a couple of weeks or so.

Sorry.

Yeah.

OK.

Yeah, that's fine, love.

Yeah.

Yeah, I understand.

Look, you do that.

OK, look, I'll...

I'll call you...

I'll call you back a bit later on, all right?

Yeah, all right.

Yeah, see you.

Bye, bye, bye.

Why does she never come to see you?

Ah, she will one day.

I don't want you to get hurt, John.

You've been hurt enough in the past.

Have I?

The Aunt Sally match.

Do you think we should go ahead with it,

after all that's been going on in the village?

Oh, yeah, I think we should.

I think Dave would have wanted that, yeah.

Tell me something, Mary.

Do you think your husband could kill someone?

No.

He wouldn't murder anyone.

I know him.

He'd draw the line at murder.

You were at the funeral.

Did your husband know you were there?

Did you send flowers?

No.

You see, there was a wreath there without a name on it.

Did you send it?

I want it too.

So much.

I wanted to grieve for him, show how much I...

How much you loved him.

And I used to wait for him.

Wait for him?

Every morning after Mike had gone to work.

So you waited for him on the morning that he died?

Yes.

I had to lie to you.

Mike was there.

What happened that morning?

He, he was his usual self, playing the fool.

Did you see anyone else in the lane?

No.

Did you hear anyone?

No.

But I did hear something.

I lied to you about that as well.

What did you hear?

Music, but very faint.

It seemed odd at that time of the morning.

What kind of music was it?

It was old fashioned, like old

fashioned dance band music.

Mmm

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I've caught gyps twice, please, mate.

Bye.

Thanks again for these.

I'll just get a vase.

Okay.

Uh, plates?

In the cupboard by the cooker.

What time does the hand-sally match start?

Half seven.

Knives and forks are in the drawer by the sink.

Okay.

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I ran some checks, and you realise that

only one person in this village has form.

Yeah, but it's a small place.

Yeah, a small place has turned in on itself.

But you'd expect something, wouldn't you?

A bit of theft?

Child abuse?

A couple of serious motoring offences?

Perhaps even a couple of murders?

But poaching?

Aid Jessel.

Yeah, got done for poaching 20-odd years ago, received a fine.

Big deal.

Did you, um...

Did you have any long-term relationships back home?

A couple?

What about down here?

No time for one at the moment.

I did care about someone once, but it was a mistake.

Yeah, no worries.

Night

Robbie, you're better off throwing a bloody tree, bollock.

Yes, I'm not.

Oh, I'm glad you could make it.

I thought you might miss your big moment.

No.

Come on.

A gin and tonic.

A large one.

Small, you think?

I said a bloody loud one.

Large.

Thank you.

Yeah

Wait here a moment.

Well done, John.

-Thank you. -Hello, Mr. Yeatman.

Jay, you're next.

Where are you?

Here I am.

-There you go. -Thank you.

Go on, Jane.

Stuff it to him.

Did you find this place?

We didn't.

It found us.

It's going to be a long night.

Looks like it.

Won't that affect you with your early start?

I shouldn't think so.

Then again, as manager of the dairy, your time's your own, isn't it?

How do you mean?

Well, you can always slip away, can't you?

Have a kip.

Hide yourself.

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

I'd melt that bomb anywhere.

Another one of these, please.

Your wish is my command, believe me.

Gavin!

Come on, copper, show them what you're made of.

Oi!

Get those size 12s off the hockey, eh?

It's good, it's good.

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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

Well?

Didn't hit a thing.

That's a stupid bloody game.

How many is that?

Four!

Why don't you chalk it up on your board?

Stop making a fool of yourself.

Tom?

Who's Tom?

Yipe!

Now this I have to see, come on.

I've asked for your support.

Support?

Considering the help I've given you over the years.

Yes.

What hell?

I'm not one of those so-called writers of yours.

I doubt if you really ever helped them.

You only ever help yourself, you bastard!

-Hey! -Simon!

Thank you, Paul.

-Keep going, mate. -5 out of 6.

I didn't know you could play this game, sir.

Never asked.

-Fantastic. -Did you know her?

All right.

All right.

Still another horse to play.

Who threw that?

Was that you, Ade?

Did you throw that?

No.

Because I'm not like you, am I?

I don't go around killing people.

Because you killed Dave Cutler, didn't you?

Why else would you nick one of my bell hooks?

I'm going to give it up, Simon.

Give what up?

This relationship.

But you can't.

It's...

Well, it's a friendship.

Yes, well, I'm tired of having to share this friendship.

What do you mean, share it?

It doesn't matter.

Yes, it does.

You can't just say something like that and then.

What?

Who?

Well, when?

All right, I'll meet you there.

Who was it?

Bloody police, of all people.

You want to talk to me, now.

Let's have first one in the morning, for God's sake.

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Hello?

So what is it?

What do you want at this time of night?

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Yeah.

That silly bugger August does these walks.

He come by when I was working.

When was this?

Morning Dave Cutler died.

And that was the only occasion?

No.

He come by the day before, when the hook went missing.

I got three of these.

Only got two now.

And I remember him standing by to tie his boot.

When I tied it up that night, it was gone.

Oh.

I always keep them sharp.

Did he mention this to anyone?

No, I thought it might turn up, but it never did.

Did anyone else visit this site around about that time?

No.

Only him.

Something sharp and heavy, sir.

Isn't that what you said we should be looking for?

Aid Jessel is a fool.

Why on earth would I want to steal tools from him?

We hear you're something of a hill walker, sir.

Yes, fresh air freak.

Too many years behind the desk.

Is it the same walk each morning?

No.

Sometimes I vary it.

And the distance?

Six, seven miles, sometimes eight.

That's a lot of miles, sir.

Must mean you have to get up quite early.

I do.

How early?

Half three, four in the morning?

If you are implying that I killed Dave Cutler, then you're wrong.

I had no reason to kill him.

There's been another death, sir.

I'd say he died sometime during the night.

Must have been the early hours then.

We saw him alive and well when the pub closed last night.

At least he won't suffer from a hangover problem.

And it was no accident.

This stuff may have been stacked like

kids' building blocks, but this desk is heavy.

Solid oak.

Wouldn't have toppled on its own.

And the door was forced.

Yes.

I found these.

Perfect.

No woman couldn't have moved that thing.

-Surely. -Where'd you find this?

By the body.

And it's odd.

It's as if they were deliberately placed there.

Like the knife you found near the dead girl.

That was switched on when the officers arrived.

These records.

Last time I saw this machine, they were all 78s.

So where did that 45 come from?

just to make things clear Simon Reason and I

have been having well not exactly an affair.

bit of a fling I suppose you'd call it.

I also had a brief relationship with David Cutler.

I found him romantic.

Simon was more or less a rebound thing.

It didn't work, and it didn't compare.

Why are you telling me this?

I was with Simon late last night.

Where?

On the green.

Apart from the person who killed him, I

was probably the last person to see him.

He received a call on his mobile.

He said it was the police.

They wanted to talk to him.

When?

There and then at his showroom.

What time was this?

Half past 1 in the morning.

Wasn't the police, was it?

So what did you do?

Was your husband awake?

I wouldn't have thought so.

There was a light on in his room.

Owen and I don't sleep together.

Does he know about your relationships?

Both of them?

Yes.

Why does everyone in this village seem to be at it?

I was at home and in bed when my wife returned last night.

Did you hear her come home?

Yes.

I never had much time for Simon, nevertheless.

He didn't deserve what happened to him.

I believe that you knew your wife was having an affair with him.

And Dave Cutler.

Didn't it make you angry, Mr. August?

Look, whatever you think, this is my personal business you're prying into.

Your wife had affairs with two men.

These two men are now dead.

So what do you expect us to think?

I'd like to talk to you again about your hill walking.

Did you see anyone in the morning Dave Cutler died?

I don't remember.

Sure you don't come home after setting out, hide yourself

away somewhere, and then pretend you've been out on the walk?

Why should I do that?

Do you ever come home early?

Never.

Not even on the odd occasion.

No, only when.

I only return early when

my wife is entertaining.

I like to listen.

She knows I like to listen.

Is that a crime?

Nice desk.

Yes, it belonged to a famous

crime writer of the 40s.

I bought it from Simon Reason.

Dr. Bullard rang about the scarf and lipstick.

Oh, yes?

He's run some tests.

The scarf's a cheap item, could have been bought anywhere.

The lipstick's old.

He reckons it's the kind of thing you could

come across at a jumble sale or in a junk shop.

Fingerprint?

No.

Um...

That's a present, sir, um, for Jay.

What about the record, the 45?

Forensic is still dealing with that.

It's a bit tarty and cheap.

Oh, ghastly.

This bit of tat is ancient.

Look at the color.

Hardly anybody wears ice pink lipstick these days.

That went out with compacts and tea dances.

Where did you find them?

So they don't belong to you?

No, they certainly do not belong to me.

I'm sorry.

Even in the old days, no woman in her right mind would buy this sort of junk.

Actually, it's the sort of thing men might buy

for a woman, except they'd be getting it wrong.

Thank you, Mrs. August.

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What are you looking for exactly?

Just browsing.

Well, you're not going to build up a music collection, are you?

No, that would mean putting up another shelf.

Cully rang.

-Ah. -She's just started rehearsals.

Must be very important for an actor or actress to have the

right atmosphere when they're getting into a part, mustn't it?

Very important.

I'm sure Cully would say it really helps her to live that part.

They need the right props, need to set the scene, set the period.

Of course.

What if the same principle applies to certain murderers?

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Patrol car

It must have happened less than half an hour ago, sir.

And as this

They don't make pens like that anymore There's some

tire prints all the way along the track and then

there's a place where a car's trying to reverse on the grass

Thank you, Jay.

Come on, Twinkle Toes.

I saw August up there walking, and I saw a car further along on the track.

Seemed to be following him.

Did you recognize the car?

No, too far away.

See what color it was?

I don't really know.

Couldn't tell from here.

Darkish color, I suppose.

Engine's still warm.

I know.

I've been collecting dead stuff.

Well, thank you, Mr. Tessell.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Look, can't I see you?

Can't we talk?

Look, Tammy, I need to talk to you...

What's the matter?

She's found someone else.

I need to go to London.

Try and talk to her.

-No, you can't go. -I'm scared and...

Well, I need you here.

I need you.

I don't know.

May have belonged to Owen.

He did collect things.

Have you seen it before?

No.

He was a foolish man most of the time.

There wasn't a great deal of love between us.

But he was still my husband.

Owen,

Simon, and David, all dead.

And now there's no one.

I've got another job.

I'm moving to Dorset.

I can't live here anymore, not after what happened to Debbie.

I can understand that.

You and your oppos aren't doing a lot, are you?

Can we ask you about Simon Wiesen?

Couldn't stand the man.

The work Debbie did for him helped pay the bills.

Did he ever, uh, trade on with her?

Because Dave Cutler did.

You said so.

I didn't kill those poor bastards, if that's what you mean.

Who else did she work for, sir?

Oh, some tricky ones.

How do you mean tricky?

Some were tight fisted, didn't like paying.

Well, and another one wanted her to work on a typewriter.

What's wrong with that?

She said it was a manual machine, an ancient one.

She told him to forget it.

He even gave her a present, would you believe, a dress.

Debbie said it must have come out of the ark, pure 50s.

Do you know the name of this person?

No.

Have you any idea what kind of work it was?

Yes, I think it was a book of some sort.

No, I don't want it, honestly.

You don't even know what it is yet.

Piggies, Gavin.

No presents.

I won't accept them.

Why?

Because that's the start of things, and that's not what I want.

What are you talking about?

Start of what things?

A relationship.

You're a friend and a colleague.

And that's how I wanted to stay.

You see, I was hurt once, badly.

I was prepared to do anything, even give up my job.

I don't want that to happen again.

See you tomorrow.

Yeah.

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Evening, John.

Hello, Mr. Barnaby.

Well, going somewhere special?

Yeah, over to Midsomer Worthy.

There's a jazz concert over there.

I've decided to take the evening off.

Well, that's nice.

Would you mind telling me something?

No, what?

We're checking the movement of all vehicles around the village yesterday.

It's something we've got to do.

Did you use your car then?

What time?

Yesterday afternoon.

Yeah.

Yes, I drove Barbara to the cash and carry.

That's fine.

You going to record the concert, are you?

Well, um, if I can.

Naughty.

So what kind of music do you like to listen

to when you're, uh, when you're driving along?

Oh, jazz, of course.

Good.

Have a nice time.

Cheers.

Hello?

When?

Okay, I'll be there.

Who is that?

Thank you.

-Tom. -Yeah, you go.

Not for me, thanks.

See, John's all dressed up for a night out.

Yeah.

He needs cheering up.

Oh, why's that?

He's upset.

His girlfriend's dumped him.

Well, I'm not surprised.

Living in London, hardly ever seeing him.

What's her name?

Tammy.

Stupid name.

Why is Tammy stupid?

Well, I don't know how old she is, but I mean, it sounds so out of date.

Is there something you want to hear?

No.

Oh.

I could have sworn there was a big band tape there till the evening.

Oh, tapes go missing all the time.

I'm sure they'll turn up.

So how does he keep in touch with his girlfriend of his, then?

Does he visit her regularly?

No.

He rang her almost every day.

Told him he was a fool to keep calling her.

And I take it she rings him back?

That's funny.

What?

I've just realized

he always called her.

I've never known her to ring here.

Do you think I could take a look at his room?

Dab in.

Mr. Barnaby

Don't know what you expect to find in there.

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I'm told he gave you a lift into the,

uh, the cash and carry yesterday afternoon.

Is that right?

-Well, yes. -He always drives me there.

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Those things mean a lot to John.

They belong to his mother.

She's still alive

She killed herself when he was eight years old.

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Did he go with you into the cash and carry to help you with the shopping?

No, he said he had some shopping of his own to do in town.

He collected me later.

How much later?

About an hour.

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John?

What is it?

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All right, John, that's enough.

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We've been reading this manuscript of yours.

It means a lot to me.

Oh, I'm sure it does.

But it's not really a novel, is it, Dark Autumn?

It's almost biographical.

It's about your mother.

And it's all set in the same period, the early 50s.

How old would your mother have been then?

20, 21.

She was beautiful.

How would you know?

You weren't born then.

Got photographs?

You're right, she was.

Got them here.

I wanted to write about her.

How she lived in those days.

How she looked.

I, um, I tried to get a publisher to read it.

That's why I moved here.

But he refused.

How old was your mother when she killed herself?

She was 40.

Why did she kill herself?

She, um...

She was ill.

She...

She had a disease.

And she was no longer beautiful.

She was a prostitute.

She worked as a hostess in a dance hall.

Wish you had to support me somehow.

Why did you kill David Cutler?

We preyed on women.

No, Dave, don't be stupid.

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And Debbie, what has she done wrong?

Wouldn't she play the game?

Wouldn't she accept the part you've chosen for her?

You even gave her a present, would you believe?

A dress.

Debbie said it must have come out of the ark.

Pure 50s.

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And Simon Reason?

Well, he was an adulterer.

Who needs them?

What do you want at this time of night?

And I wanted one of his desks.

But he sold it to Owen August.

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And the man who rejected your manuscript, was that Owen August, too?

He could have helped me.

But he couldn't be bothered

I wasn't important enough for him.

And that's a reason to kill him?

He rejected everything I believed in.

Everything I loved.

So why attempt to kill Jay Nash?

Was that yet another rejection?

I wanted her to take Tammy's place.

Until I saw her with you.

What was your mother's name?

She used a professional name when she was working.

She became ill,

and she lost her look.

Because of me.

But you were only eight at the time.

Doesn't matter.

She lost her looks and she died because of me.

What was her name, John?

Can I give you a lift, sir?

-No, thanks. -Joyce is driving out here.

She'll pick me up.

Right.

What's that?

I suppose I may as well dump it.

What is it?

It was that present I bought for Jay.

No, she didn't want it.

I don't think she's over her last relationship.

Lord Byron selected poems.

Yeah, she had this tatty old book in her house.

Thought I'd buy her a new one.

She marked that page in particular.

Must be her favorite.

So we'll go no more a-roving so late into

the night, though the heart be still as loving.

and the moon be still as bright.

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