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I'm going to have a little bit of a fart.

You just leave it.

No, I will not leave it.

What do you mean, limited skills?

Now, I've won the casting final three

times in a row, and you call my skills limited.

How dare you!

Is that any better?

Isabel.

She hit me.

Come on, Isabel.

I'll give you a lift.

She hit me, Derek.

Aren't you going to do something?

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Ah, Troy, spot of breakfast.

A morning, sir.

Actually, I'm about to take a statement.

A woman who wants to press charges of assault against Isabel Hewitt.

Isabel Hewitt, the Jaguar-owning pensioner.

The very same.

Seems there was a bit of a barney at the Midsomer Fly Fishers last night.

I'm with you.

It wasn't as if she was provoked.

I was the one who was provoked.

Mrs. Hewitt provoked you?

She told me I fished more downstream than up.

The River Anvil is a strictly dry, flying, upstream nymph.

Right, and where did this happen?

Outside the old fisherman.

Perhaps I should explain.

My husband, Derek, he's club secretary, called a special meeting.

We've been finding weighted lures caught in overhanging

branches on the river, the sort of thing you find in gravel pits.

Anyway, he wanted to spell out the rules, particularly to the

newcomers, like Isabel, and make it clear that anyone caught

using such unsporting tactics would be ejected from the club on the spot.

I see.

And, er, did anyone suggest that Isabel was

responsible for the, um, the weighted lures?

No.

Of course, it is odd that they've only

started to appear since she joined the club.

And she has caught an extraordinary number

of fish, some very big ones.

And that might have been mentioned in front of Mrs. Hewitt.

The point is, Isabel Hewitt assaulted me.

I have witnesses.

-Dr. Coff was there. -He'll tell you.

And I intend to press charges.

Assault?

Outside a pub?

The woman was hysterical.

Someone had to do something.

What's going to happen next?

We're used to the endless speeding fines

and parking tickets, but physical assault?

It's all over the village.

That's not what we came around here to discuss.

Melrose?

Uh, yes.

The thing is, Aunt Isabel.

We can't go on paying off your overdraft.

You are consistently spending more than you've got.

We're not a bottomless pit.

I'm sorry, darling.

I'm just not very good at finances.

Perhaps we could get Quentin over.

No, we will not get Quentin over.

He's got one of those calculator things.

My question, still making a living?

No, yeah, just about.

To what do we owe the pleasure?

I'm moving back to the village.

Andrew's taking me to look at a house.

You mind keep your eye open for a Georgian dining table, ten seater?

I've got the very one.

Thought you might.

Be in touch.

You shouldn't worry so much.

Something will turn up.

It always does.

No, it will not.

You'll have to sell the car.

You have no alternative.

Is Isabelle Ewart at home?

Isabel, I've come to say a very belated thank you.

Leo, Leo Bantock, you and your husband helped my business out

of a tight spot years ago when no one else would lend me a bean.

I'm afraid I'm a little hard-pressed at

the moment, if you wanted a further injection.

Oh, no, it's not that.

No, I sold the business.

Did rather well, actually.

And as I was passing, I thought I'd drop by and

let you know that your shares are now worth a bit.

Not a huge amount, probably 20 grand or so.

20?

Not a bad return on 2,000.

Not at all bad.

How sweet of you to come and tell me.

Can I give you a drink?

Actually, I'm just off to look at a house, and we're late already.

I'm moving back to the village.

Oh, lovely.

We'll see you again, then.

These are for you.

Oh, how gorgeous.

Rebecca, look, aren't they gorgeous?

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You're just in time.

What are we celebrating?

Getting the ghastly Rebecca off my back.

There couldn't be a better reason than that.

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There are some of the VE Day celebrations, and one or two others.

Just ignore the ones of my sculptures.

I don't think they'll be of any interest.

Oh, no, they're great.

Thank you.

So if you know of anyone else with early photos, that would be absolutely...

She's going to kill someone one of these days.

You should try Isabel Hewitt.

She'll have some photographs of her triumphs at Silverstone.

Bloody hell.

I knew fishermen were mad, but I suppose

I'll have to get a statement from Isabel Hewitt.

Yes, I'll come with you.

We can call in on you.

Cully on the way.

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Can you stop the car a minute, John?

Why?

Yeah, just pull over.

I don't think Isabelle Hewitt will be at home.

That's her Jaguar.

Straight six, twin cam.

Come on, sir.

You can't tell that from here.

Carry on.

She insisted on pressing charges.

Nothing I could say would change her mind.

I've never seen my wife so willful.

Still, I bet there's a few people who won't be

sorry to see Isabel Hewitt get her comeuppance.

Keith, the renewal for the lease of the fishing rights is coming up.

You know what a stickler Sir Harry is for correct form.

They admit some of the fly fishers are still using weighted lures on river.

Old Sir Harry won't be too pleased.

I don't think Sir Harry's interested in malicious

gossip from a sacked keeper with a criminal record.

Easy now.

When you want to try and get that wife of yours to stop

having cat fights outside pub, whole village knows about that one.

Certainly won't do reputation of fly fishers much good.

Ah, Leo.

Hello, Derek.

Keith.

So it's true, then.

You are moving back to the village?

Pint, please.

Yep, sold the business.

I've been looking at the old manor house this morning.

You have done pretty well for yourself.

Better at business than he is with women, then.

Oh, dear.

Think I hit a nerve there.

Forget I said anything.

I'm surprised you come up with a comment like that, Keith.

After that business I heard about your wife and Duncan Gough.

What business?

What a nice surprise.

Is that it?

Those are the photos I've got so far.

I see.

Go ahead.

Mum's coming out later.

Oh, good.

I didn't know libraries were your thing.

I kind of got talked into it.

I'm setting up the exhibition in the hall tomorrow.

So what brings you to Malham Bridge?

Oh, you know,-the-mill stuff, interviewing an old-age pensioner for assault.

Isabel Hewitt?

Well, you won't catch her at home.

She's roared through here in her Jaguar.

Apparently, she likes to practice her skid control at the old airfield.

What?

Is your dad ever wrong?

Okay.

What is it?

I'm going to ask you a question, and I'll know if you lie to me.

So think very carefully before you reply.

Sorry.

What the hell?

Can I help you?

It's all right, Quentin.

It's the Rozzers.

Hello, Tom.

Have you come to arrest me?

I'm not sure yet.

No Sergeant Troy?

No, we haven't met.

Hello, Sergeant.

This is Quentin Roker, my friend.

How do you do?

What's this about?

I rather think it's in connection with my

alleged assault on Margaret Seagrove last night.

Assault? Yes, it's all complete nonsense.

The woman was hysterical.

We need to ask you a few questions.

Oh, don't worry.

We have no secrets, Quentin and I.

Don't you think you should have a solicitor?

No.

No, Tom's not going to do anything sneaky, are you, Tom?

Oh, will you join us?

I think we have a couple of spare glasses.

Uh, no, thanks.

Thank you all the same.

Oh, of course.

Of course.

So what exactly happened outside the pub last night?

Well, you know, it was quite extraordinary.

We've all heard the expression foaming at

the mouth, but I've never actually witnessed it.

So you just slept her across the face?

Yes.

Well, we none of us wanted her bursting

a blood vessel, though I can't

deny there was a little thrill of pleasure when I actually made contact.

Well, you've met her.

But that wasn't the motive.

And that's what you detectives care about, don't you?

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I've got to go and see old Charlie Fuller.

Painkillers aren't strong enough, apparently.

And then there's Mrs. Anscombe.

So don't bother about supper.

I'll pick up a sandwich. Well, make sure you eat something, Duncan.

Don't wait up.

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Would you want me to move out?

You said it was over, didn't you?

It was over three years ago.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry Ruthie.

I don't blame you not with your delicate mental health

Because nobody in their right mind could have gone with that old brat

Vein incompetent quack

I don't blame you.

Leo.

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Of course, I'll have to make a detailed

examination, but it looks as though the cause of

death in each case was from a powerful blow to the back of the head.

Mistake must have been taken from the tree planting.

Which suggests it wasn't premeditated.

Exactly.

Seen this?

Looks like his cause of death is pretty similar.

I'm just saying.

I had my line caught in the tree.

I was looking up, trying to pull it free.

Just fell over them.

And you didn't see them earlier on the river?

They were further upstream.

So the last time you saw them was at

the meeting at the old fisherman pub, yeah?

That's right.

Well, Duncan, I saw Isabel just yesterday morning.

Took a chap called Leo Bantock round to

her house before going on to see a property.

Leo Bantock, who's he?

Businessman.

He knew the Hewitts a few years ago.

Wanted to tell Isabel about some shares she

had that had gone up in value, 20,000 pounds.

Got his number?

It's in my briefcase.

He's looking at another house tomorrow morning, the old mill.

Perhaps we could see him there.

Fine.

What time are you meeting?

Midday.

-That'll be very useful. -Thank you.

Will you excuse us?

I found him fishing further upstream, sir.

And you are?

Derek Seagrove, club secretary.

What's happened here?

Seagrove?

Margaret Seagrove's husband?

Yes.

DSI Barnaby, this is Detective Sergeant Troy.

Mrs. Hewitt and Dr. Goff are dead.

Oh, my god.

I saw them both fishing, just an hour

and a half ago, 100 yards upstream.

That would have been 10 o'clock.

Yes, I suppose it was, yes.

Is it murder?

No question.

Did you see anyone else fishing on the river this morning?

No, it was just the four of us.

You didn't see anyone?

No.

Not today.

Look, I don't know if it's relevant, but

we've had a problem with poachers of late.

I saw one a couple of weeks ago across

the meadows, camouflage gear, did a runner.

What we've got to do first is to establish whether they were murdered

together and for the same reason, or whether one of them just happened

on the murder scene and was killed to protect the identity of the killer.

In which case, we need to know which one of them was the real target.

There's no way the two of them could have had a thing going.

No.

I know they were getting on a bit, but you never know with these wrinklies.

Maybe Quentin got jealous and decided to do him in.

He's weird, that bloke.

Is there any family who could come and be here with you?

Mrs. Gough?

Uh, there's my daughter in, in Causton.

How am I going to tell them?

Oh, Duncan, Izzy.

How well did you know Mrs. Hewitt?

We were at school together.

Isabel Hewitt and Dr. Goff, they just did.

Why would anyone want to kill them?

Isabel, who knows?

But Dr. Goff?

Probably one jealous husband too many.

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Derek, what is it?

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Do you feel up to answering a few questions, Mr. Plunkett?

Go ahead.

Uh, I have to ask you this.

Who benefits from your aunt's will?

He, he, he.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's just.

My Aunt Isabel had nothing to leave.

When Kenneth died a few years ago, her husband, we

discovered he'd had a little trouble with the stock market.

There was nothing.

We helped out by buying the house and contents on the

understanding that she could stay there for the rest of her natural life.

It gave her a bit of capital.

It was all above board, solicitors, written contract.

What happened to the capital?

I wanted her to buy an annuity, but she wouldn't have it.

She spent it, all of it.

We've been bailing her out for the last year.

And the 20,000 in shares?

You heard about that?

Well, it means she dies solvent, but only just.

A big chunk of that money will be going on settling bills.

Isabel had no comprehension of economy.

As you can see, we don't exactly live like lords.

It severely stretched us, letting her live in that house.

And we've had to scrimp to get by.

Isabel, of course, continued to live the high life.

I don't think it was quite like that.

I'm sorry, it was.

I know she's family, and you feel you have to be loyal.

But the truth is, Isabel was a very manipulative woman.

Men ran around after her, and she did nothing in return.

Which men ran around after her?

My husband for one, and Quentin Roker for another.

Her antique dealer playmate.

God knows what was going on there.

Quentin runs the antique shop near Isabel's.

He often helps her out.

Wheeling his way into her confidence with the finances.

Quentin paid the odd bill for her at the post office.

That is all. Out of the goodness of his heart?

Yes, I think it probably was.

Anyway, to answer your question, I am the person who will benefit

financially from Isabel's death, in that I now have possession of my assets.

Plunkett's had the strongest motive.

The house, the land, it's got to be worth a million or two.

They're in the hands of a builder.

Yeah, but if they had planned it, they

don't know when they were top of the list.

Now, I'm more interested in the windfall,

20,000 coming just the day before the murder.

Seems a bit more than a coincidence, that, doesn't it?

Well, whatever.

Quentin Roker, it's got to be worth a look.

-I... -thought you should know.

I'm sorry.

Something terrible's happened.

Duncan and Isabel had been murdered.

Andrew Turner found their bodies by the river.

When did it happen?

Oh, but between 10 and 11 this morning.

Thank God for that.

Well, you were here with me.

Am I a suspect?

We don't have any particular suspects at this stage.

But I'd like you to tell me, please,

where you were between 10 and 11 this morning.

I was doing housework.

And you were here all morning?

This is because of me and Isabel falling out, isn't it?

That's why you're talking to me.

We're talking to everyone, Mrs. Seagrove.

Can you tell us what you know about Dr. Goff?

Did he have any enemies at the club that you were aware of?

Not really.

I'd say he was generally liked.

And Isabel, did she have any enemies?

Besides me, you mean?

Oh.

I did not kill her or Dr. Goff.

I may have disliked Isabel, but I could never murder her.

My condolences about Isabel.

I suppose, as her closest relative, Melrose will be getting the house.

Perhaps you'll be moving in?

We already own the house and have done for years.

Isabel didn't have a bean.

And it could be a confrontation with a poacher that got out of hand.

Then there's Margaret Seagrove, who we know fell out with Isabel.

We haven't even got to Quentin Roker, a gay antiques dealer toy boy.

Wait, could we keep a bit of an open mind on this one?

The village has lost quite a character in Isabel.

What about the doctor?

Was he well-liked?

I suppose so.

Poor wife.

She was obviously devastated.

It's the bereaved partners that really gets here.

Yeah.

There's something about elderly people, being bereaved, when

they've, you know, been in love for a lifetime, suddenly all alone.

You've not heard about his womanizing men, Dr. Goff?

Serial, apparently.

The night before the murders, he was seen climbing a ladder to

an upstairs window of his own house at 1 o'clock in the morning.

Word is his wife locked him out.

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I'll give you 6.50.

You'll give me the full asking price.

In fact, no, I won't accept it.

I'm putting an embargo on all ill-dressed, bad-mannered people.

My furniture deserves more.

Don't come back.

Bloody right, I won't come back.

Thank you.

They can get to you after a while.

To be honest, I'm finding it all a bit hard to come to terms with.

Have you managed to make any sense of it yet?

I'd like to ask you some questions, if I may.

When did you last see Mrs. Hewitt?

It was just before she went fishing.

I went round to breakfast.

I live above the shop here, and I often go to.

I used to go to Isabelle's for breakfast.

I'd pick up milk and a paper on the way.

It was a bit of a routine.

Do you have any idea who might have killed Mrs. Hewitt or Dr. Goff?

Have you spoken to Isabelle's nephew and that ghastly wife of his?

We've spoken to the Plunketts, yes.

Then you know all about the arrangements with Isabelle's house.

We know the Plunketts own it.

The whole thing was a disgrace.

They didn't mention how much they'd paid for it?

No, well, I suppose they wouldn't.

It was just after Isabel's husband, Kenneth, died.

Isabel was out of her mind with grief.

And they persuaded her she had to sell it to them.

Rushed it through, paid virtually nothing for it.

The furniture alone was worth twice what they paid.

They were letting her live there till she died.

Yes, but at the time, that didn't look as if it would be for very long.

I'd say they were looking for a quick return.

-Why? -Was she unwell at the time?

She'd lost the will to live.

She was fading away in front of our eyes.

And then the pneumonia.

Duncan thought it was just a matter of days.

So what happened?

I suggested a spin in the Jaguar.

That's all it was.

Frankly, I saw it more as a farewell to the

other great love of her life, besides Kenneth.

It was the first time I'd driven the thing.

We'd just got up to the wood by Mallon Cross, and she.

She said I was driving like an Edwardian governess and she'd take over.

And she did.

And that was it?

Pretty much.

Duncan persuaded her to take up fly fishing again.

She hadn't done it since she was a girl.

She loved it.

She got fitter, stronger.

The sparkle returned.

She could have gone on for years.

But somehow, I don't think the Plunkett's approved of her new lease of life.

Were you due to get anything in the will?

I doubt it.

Isabel Scarcely had two beans to rub together.

We have to ask you this.

Where was I yesterday morning between 10 and 11?

Well, I was here, apart from a 10 minute walk to the village shop.

Little after 10, I would think, they'd remember.

Inspector, there was a lot of resentment in this village toward Isabel.

I think somehow she reminded them of everything

they were not, and they didn't like it very much.

Thanks for your time.

Goodbye.

He should be here shortly.

He's obviously worth a few bob, this Leo Bantock.

Oh, I think so.

Come on, come on!

That's enough, that's enough, that's enough.

Listen, come on, listen.

Now, what's all this about?

I'm waiting.

He's the murderer.

You're pathetic.

She chose me, not you.

That's what this is about.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey!

-Come on. -Dig him up, Troy.

-Just walk him away. -You, come on.

Leo, you all right?

You're Leo Bantock, are you?

What of it?

Right.

Who was that fellow, the one you accused of being a murderer?

Keith Scully, the local restaurateur.

I'm sorry, I'm.

What made you believe he's the murderer?

So stupid.

But I told him his wife had had an affair with Dr. Goff.

And you believe he killed Dr. Goff in revenge?

I told him only the day before the murders.

Bit of a coincidence, don't you think?

And what did he mean when he said she chose him and not you?

That's nothing to do with it.

I used to go out with Ruth, the woman he married.

But that was years ago.

It's nothing. It's nothing to do with this.

OK.

Where can I find you?

I'm staying at the pub.

Right.

And please, stay away from Mr Scholey, all right?

He says he was nowhere near the river at the time of the murders.

I was in the restaurant with my wife, and she can back me up.

Did you confront your wife about the

affair Leo Bantock said she'd had with Dr. Goff?

She said it was over years ago, and I believe her.

Did you confront Dr. Goff about it?

I went round to his house, but he wasn't in.

I told his wife.

You told his wife?

And how did Mrs. Goff react to it?

Well, she was upset.

Which is what you wanted.

Yes, I was with Keith.

When did you arrive at the restaurant, and when did you leave?

I got there at 10, and I helped in the kitchen.

We did lunch, and I suppose I left about 3.

Keith stayed on.

Right.

The affair you had with Dr. Goff.

It ended three years ago, and it was never serious.

Duncan was...

He was just a very nice man, and it was a mistake.

What about your relationship with Leo Bantock?

That has, that happened years ago, before I even married Keith.

It's got nothing to do with this.

Your husband seems to think that Leo resents

the fact that you married Keith and not him.

It all happened a lifetime ago.

You have to sell all this.

Well, I've got no use for it.

You can put the house on the market straight after the funeral.

You don't have to think about the arrangements.

Drinks after the service.

Ah, nobody expect more than a glass.

Crate of wine, no more.

Case.

What?

It's a case of wine, a crate of beer.

Whatever.

She'll get 12 bottles and be grateful.

Family only.

That's final.

Mum, don't you think some of Dad's old friends and patients would like to come?

Pay their respects.

I will not have a procession of his old flames filing past the grave.

I will not.

Good afternoon.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Troy.

Are you Mrs. Goff's daughter?

Yes.

Is your mother at home?

Yes.

Come in.

Thank you.

Mum, it's the police.

Uh, is this a bad time?

No, not at all.

I'd like to speak to your mother alone, please, if I may.

Thank you.

Mrs. Gough, we've learned that Mr. Keith Scholey came around

here to speak to you on the night before your husband's murder.

What he told me was no surprise.

Oh, you knew about the affair?

Not that one specifically, but my husband had always

had something of a wandering eye, and I tolerated it.

We've also learned that later on that same night, your

husband was seen climbing into the house through an upstairs window.

He'd forgotten his keys, and he didn't want to wake me.

If you think I locked him out, I didn't.

Mrs. Goff, I couldn't help noticing the Vegetarian Society magazine.

Are you a member?

-Yes. -Why?

Just curious.

I know your husband was a keen fisherman and did a bit of shooting.

We had a-let-live household.

You didn't eat the trout he caught, then?

Fish may not be the cleverest of God's creatures, but

I think to class them as vegetables is a little unkind.

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How goes this?

What do you think?

Oh, it's looking good.

There's one major gap I haven't filled yet.

Isabel Hewitt's obituary.

Quite a woman.

Demon racer, society hostess.

Apparently, there's quite a collection of photographs up at the house.

Be a pity if we couldn't include some of them.

We'll ask Melrose.

He'll help you out.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

I heard something else about Dr. Goff today.

Keith Scully's mother died of cancer last year.

Apparently, Keith blamed him.

Said his mother would have survived if he'd diagnosed it sooner.

He made official complaints, and they came to nothing.

Keith said it was a cover-up.

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Derek, you come in the pub?

Derek you coming to the pub?

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I don't know why you're being so ridiculous about all this.

After everything Isabel did, the way she behaved...

Who are these people?

Bit of a turn out there.

Isn't that our politician?

Yes.

Disgraced former minister and with mistress.

That one's an actress, isn't she?

Oh, what's her name?

I don't know.

Poor old Quentin.

Did you find anything on him?

It seems he's managed to keep his record clean, sir.

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Yes, it was a lovely service, wasn't it?

It was. Thanks very much. Would you excuse me, madam?

May I offer my sincerest condolences, Peregrine Slade?

We thought we'd keep the service simple.

Hadn't really planned on this many people.

Yes, yes, I can see.

Would it be terribly forward of me to

contribute a little something to Isabel's sending off?

I have a couple of bottles of her favorite bubbly in the car.

Fine.

And I've brought Hastings with me.

He's very keen to help out.

Aren't you, Hastings?

Right.

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Oh, try the kitchen, Hastings.

It's straight through the back.

Well, Sunday, old chap, give us a hand, would you?

It's awfully good for you.

Dixie, I was so sorry to hear.

Beatrice.

You must be devastated.

Sounds like a bit of a party, sir.

Have you heard she didn't even own her own house?

No.

Not even a stick of furniture.

And all those heirs of the races.

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Oh, that's good.

You local?

Oh, Chelsea.

Oh, that's a gun down.

I wouldn't be here at all if it wasn't for Izzy.

Really?

Oh, yeah. Back in the 60s, she was my best customer.

I went for a bad patch for a while, the old cash flow, and Izzy kept me going.

In fact, she upped her regular order of lobsters just to keep me in business.

-Great lady. -Love the oysters.

This is just so...

isn't it?

Thank you.

Please.

Your Lordships, ladies and gentlemen,

honourable members...

Not such honourable members.

LAUGHTER Sorry, John.

It's, um...

It's a very sad day for us all.

We're going to miss dear Isabel rather badly.

It's certainly my regret that I didn't

see more of her during the last few years.

I remember telling her how moving out into the

country amongst all the inbreds and hayseeds...

..how she'd lose touch with her city mates, and indeed, I was proved right.

But we can see today how her old friends did not forget Isabel.

Now, she may have come to somewhat of a sticky end, but

it should not stop us from celebrating a well-lived life.

One that I think few of us could hope to match.

To Izzy and her talent for life.

To Izzy!

I'm so sorry.

Now you know why Bertie was such a bargain.

I'm sure it's only something minor.

You mean nothing fell off this time.

Listen, thanks, Mum. I really do appreciate this.

You're a lifesaver.

Well, the man from the garage said he'd be at

least two hours, and I've got to start doing these up.

Have you got enough for a good show, do you think?

I hope so.

I've still got a few more promised.

I think people have been coming for the gossip as much as anything else.

About the murders?

Loads of theories, most of them ridiculous.

Well, I'm sure Tom will sort it all out.

With Gavin's help.

I'm supposed to see you here, ain't I?

Don't, of course I see you.

I suggest you leave as quickly as possible.

Excuse me.

I think perhaps we should circulate.

Something crosses my mind.

Oh, you decided to come.

Derek, I found another weighted lure.

This time in the three willows stretch.

You've been at the river.

Isn't that where you were last night when you thought someone was watching you?

Yes. And didn't you fish that stretch last night?

I'm sorry, I'm not quite with you.

What if someone is deliberately planting weighted lures so as to make

the Midsomer flyfishes look like a bunch of unsporting gravel pitters?

Someone who resents being sacked.

Someone who's hoping Sir Harry will spot the lures when he walks the river.

Oh, God.

Oh, look.

So sweet.

The children look lovely in those huge bonnets.

It's so serious.

Good reason.

They're in the workhouse.

Most of them will probably never reach adulthood.

Well, this one looks cheery.

What are they celebrating?

The end of the First World War.

Do you know, Malinbridge lost 15 men, three from one family alone.

Mrs. Cooper gave me this one.

She said she still remembers her grandmother weeping

the day that would have been her brother's birthday.

Darling, are you sure this isn't getting to you?

What?

It's other people's stories, not yours.

You mustn't let it affect you too much.

That's exactly what you say to Dad.

And you are just like him.

It's James Tapsall.

Got to be.

He wants us to lose the lease out of sheer spite.

I'm walking the river with Sir Harry the day after

tomorrow, so we're going to have to keep a-the-clock watch.

Catch Tapsall at it.

Can I count on you?

I think you're more likely Isabel was the target.

When did you last see Isabel?

I spoke to her by phone the night before she was killed.

She just had the most terrible row with a mutual friend.

If you want to hear who, Chief Inspector, you'll have to refer my glass.

You'd been partners in the antique shop a while then.

Taught him everything he knows.

He was running a bistro when I first met him.

I had an antique store, Portobello Road, seven years.

He was obviously very close to Isabel.

Can we have a refill here, please?

It was Dixie.

She just found out Duncan had been carrying on with some local woman.

And Isabel, never very big on tact, told her a few home truths.

But Dixie, she knew about her husband's affairs, didn't she?

Apparently not.

I wouldn't read too much into it, though.

They often had flare-ups.

It went back a long way.

Isabel went off traveling around the world with her glamorous diplomat husband.

Dixie stayed in the village, sculpting labradors, being a doctor's wife.

But she resented her.

Isabel could be quite mischievous.

She liked to tease Dixie.

Anything from her Morris Minor to her vegetarianism.

Dixie has never had any sense of humor about animal welfare.

She used to fall out with Duncan about it as well.

Excuse me.

Of course.

It's Beatrice, isn't it?

Isabel told me all about you.

I'm Quentin.

Oh, you're the poodle.

Of course, Isabel loved poodles.

Anyway, it's lovely to meet you.

I know you did so much for her.

Excuse me?

Who's there?

I've just been hearing one or two things about Quentin.

It seems Quentin made a bit of a habit of befriending elderly ladies.

I've just been talking to his old partner Steve.

When Steve first met him, Quentin had just inherited several thousand

pounds from a woman who was a customer at his bistro in Notting Hill.

How did she die?

I'll have to check that out, but the point is Steve reckons

Quentin was expecting to make a few bold from Isabel as well.

I designed the furniture in particular...

You shouldn't listen to a word that little rat says.

Steve was poison.

He's been creaming off the profits from the

shop, and that is why Quentin had to get rid of him.

The truth is, Quentin saved Isabelle's life.

When Kenneth died, Isabelle completely lost the will to live.

I was her oldest friend, but I could do nothing.

But then Quentin nursed her when she had pneumonia.

He cheered her up.

He made her laugh.

Without him, I think she would have just faded away.

Quentin was very kind to Isabel.

Is that Isabel?

Yes, with Kenneth.

And that was me, believe it or not.

Mrs. Gough, very glad to have found you here.

I wanted to ask you about the argument you

had with Isabel the night before she was killed.

How did you find out about that?

You did have an argument with Isabel that night, didn't you?

I'm afraid I was not entirely truthful when I told

you that I had always known about Duncan's affairs.

It's not true!

Just thought you should know.

Liar!

I wanted to see if Isabelle knew anything.

I know Duncan.

He would never do such a thing.

You don't think it's possible, do you?

I'm sorry.

You're saying you had no idea about Duncan's affairs?

Affairs?

How many affairs?

Oh God!

I'm sorry.

I just assumed you knew.

We all did.

Are you saying that I've been an object of

public ridicule and pity for my entire married life?

Well, darling, if you will marry a man ten years your

junior, I mean, really, I don't know what you expected.

You have affairs with younger men.

You don't marry them.

But we did marry.

for love.

At least I thought we had.

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Is it true you're moving back to the village?

I was intending to.

I'm not sure it's the right thing to do anymore.

All this has shown there's a lot of history here.

I thought I could leave it in the past, move on.

No, I'm beginning to think maybe I should stay in London.

Not that I want to.

There's nothing for me there.

Don't stay alone

I'd prefer it if you didn't talk to my wife.

You're lucky I don't do you for assault and slander.

I still think you did it.

You watch your mouth.

If you two are going to start hitting each

other again, do you think you could do it outside?

My good lady wife backs up my alibi.

Didn't they tell you?

What, you bullied her into lying for you?

You be careful.

Look, if you two can't be civil to each other

under the same roof, one of you should leave.

Well, I'm not going anywhere.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Not Keith Scholey's biggest fan, is he?

You just missed a bit of a scene there, Chief Inspector.

May I have a word with you?

I'm still here.

And you can't get the chairs.

Oh yes.

Still moving back then?

Have you seen they've already put the for sale sign outside Isabelle's?

Well why hang about?

It's what they've been waiting for.

Are you thinking of saving the place from the developers?

Leo, what did you mean yesterday when you said

that Keith had bullied Ruth into lying for him?

Oh, I was just being bloody minded.

It's just that I couldn't accept Keith wasn't involved.

But what did you mean exactly?

It was just, well, Ruth had apparently said she was

with Keith in the restaurant at the time of the murders.

It's his alibi.

In the restaurant?

That's right.

Why?

nothing

anyway I've got to go

Troy, the old lady that Quentin inherited the

money from, she died of cancer.

I still think he's dodgy.

I spoke to the home beat officer at Notting Hill myself.

He remembers Quentin Rogack.

Says he's straight as a die.

Good morning.

What can I do for you?

A few more questions, I'm afraid, Mr. Roker.

Far away.

When you lived in Notting Hill, we understand you

inherited a substantial amount from an elderly

woman you'd befriended, a Mrs. Glenn Denning, is that right?

I think I can guess where you got this from.

Is it true?

What are you suggesting?

Just answer the question, please.

Yes, she left me some money.

I liked the woman.

We'd been friends for some time before she became ill.

It was cancer, by the way.

It's not an easy one to fake.

We know how she died.

But you think I was tempted to speed up

the process in Isabel's case, is that it?

If I was going to befriend elderly women to get them

to leave me their money, don't you think I could

have picked somebody a little bit better off than Isabel?

Are you still on for tonight?

I'll pick you up at nine.

Gwen, do you remember on the day of the

murders, mid-morning, seeing me at the village shop?

Yes.

Do you remember what time it was?

about a quarter past ten.

yes that's what I thought.

yes.

Sorry, that was all.

Thank you.

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What do you think you're doing?

Oh, wow.

Come on.

Well, that was very stupid, wasn't it?

Double murder a few days ago, and you go down there in the dead of night.

I'm sure it was James Tapsell, our old gamekeeper.

We had to sack him when he sold some trout he'd

taken from the river to a fishmonger in Causton.

Now he's trying to turn Sir Harry against us, out of spite.

But it was him, I'm sure of it.

May or may not have been James Tapsell who was at the river last night.

But if it was, you were lucky to get away with grazes and a bloody nose.

Exactly.

He can be violent.

What if Isabelle and Duncan had surprised him on the river?

James Tapsell is one person who does have a solid alibi for the murders.

He was working in the cellar of the old

fisherman with the landlord all that morning.

Yes, well, I don't know about that.

Thing is, I caught him a-goodin'.

So whoever it was, I wouldn't be surprised

if he didn't have a black eye this morning.

Mr. Roker?

Thank you for coming in.

I didn't mention.

When I told you I'd gone over to the shop that

morning, the morning of the murders, that I'd

knocked on the door of Keith's restaurant on the way,

Keith had asked me to look out for some paintings for

him, and I wanted to tell him about one that I'd found.

Anyway, the thing is, there was no reply.

And you didn't think this worth mentioning before?

Well, there was no one there, so I don't think it contributed to any alibi.

I suppose I just didn't think it was relevant.

You think it's relevant now?

Well, now that I know that Keith Scully said he

had been there at the time, 10.15, well, look,

I don't know if any of this is of any importance.

I just thought I'd better tell you.

I'm not sure where he is.

Is it important?

It could be.

When did you last see your husband?

Last night.

He stayed out.

Does he often stay out at night?

Well, I think he was making a point.

We'd had a bit of a row.

He sometimes sleeps on the sofa in the restaurant office, if we've had words.

That's Scully's car, isn't it?

Mr. Scully?

Hello?

Bloody hell.

30 quid for half a lobster?

Well, the muscles aren't bad.

A fiver.

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This is silly.

In the middle of cutting up the vegetables, he stops.

For some reason.

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There's no obvious cause of death.

It's probably asphyxiation or exposure to the cold of the fridge.

Yeah, as soon as you can.

Thanks.

So someone deliberately shut him in.

What I don't understand is why he didn't open it from the inside.

Standard safety features on these walk-in fridges.

It's rock solid

Oh look, it's been wedged with a nail.

Poor sod.

Thought he'd try calling for help.

Dropped his phone.

Why didn't the murderer just close the door and put the padlock on?

Why bother wedging the boat?

If you'd wedged the safety boat beforehand, then once the

door was shut, it would be effectively locked from the inside.

Whereas if you had to put the padlock on, it could have taken vital

seconds, in which time poor old Keith could have pushed the door open.

The murderer wouldn't have wanted Keith to know their identity.

He could have written it on the wall inside.

Smeared it with something, perhaps.

Yeah, well, get Sokka to check that.

So whoever it was would have waited outside the kitchen, heard Keith

open the fridge door, run in, swung it shut, and that would have been it?

Apart from turning the light out.

Well, Scotty wouldn't have gone into the fridge with the light off.

Nasty touch, that, wasn't it?

Not enough he should die, had to be in the dark.

It's okay.

I'm sorry.

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As far as I knew, I mean, the door was fine.

And you've no idea when or how the bolt was jammed?

No, no.

You got the phone?

Does this belong to the restaurant?

-Yeah. -Why? -Why, where did you find it?

In the fridge.

You seem surprised.

No.

No, it's just, well, it's normally kept over

there by the, um, cash till.

When you spoke to us earlier, you said that you'd had a row with Keith.

It was just nothing, really.

It was nothing.

Mrs. Scully, your husband's been murdered.

You had a row with him a short time before.

Now, you've got to tell us exactly what the argument was about.

He said I was being

disloyal, but I

wasn't, I wasn't, I was thinking about both of us.

You see, I was, I wasn't sure about the timings of the alibi.

Keith said I joined him at the restaurant about 10.

And, um, well, I thought it could have been a bit later.

How much later?

Well, anything up to half an hour.

But I'm not sure.

I'm not, I'm not saying I thought he was the murderer.

I didn't think that for a moment.

I just, I was concerned that someone might have seen me coming

into the restaurant later, looking as though I'd lied about the timing.

That's all it was.

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Ah, I, uh, I thought I'd better drop these off.

Duncan left them at the clubhouse.

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It's Keith Scully.

He's been murdered?

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Thank you. Thank you for your help, Mr. Scully.

I understand how hard it can be.

Leo Bantok appears again.

Excuse me.

Oh, great.

Can you deal with him?

I'd like to have another look at this fridge.

Sergeant.

Ruth.

I'm so sorry.

I don't feel anything.

Bruce

I made the wrong choice, marrying Keith.

Why did we break up?

It's all a mess now.

If I can do anything.

I'm glad you're here, Leo.

Just give me some time, please.

There he is.

I told you.

Can I have a word, please, James?

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We're satisfied you have a solid alibi for the murders.

And between you and me, I'm not too interested in doing you for assault.

But we could waste a lot of valuable time trying to

track down the person who's been lurking around the river.

Now, if you tell me, off the record, that you

were at the river last night, saves a lot of time.

I don't think you should be looking for anyone else.

Okay.

Well, thank you.

Topsail's our man in the camo gear, sir.

But it's all to do with fishing club stuff.

I double-checked his alibis for the

murders, and the landlord's wife backed him up.

How we doing here?

We have a dead chief suspect.

We know that Keith Scully had two very solid motives for killing Dr. Goff.

And he persuaded his wife to give him an alibi, which she says was false.

So it looks as though he wasn't where

he said he was at the time of the murders.

Enough there to charge him.

But if you're going to kill someone in a kitchen

full of sharp knives, why go to the trouble of

wedging the safety mechanism of the walk-in fridge?

Why not just stab him?

-I think so. -I think so.

-Why? -Why the walk-in fridge, huh?

Do you think the phone's significant?

How?

Ruth Scully was surprised we found it in the fridge.

She said he normally left it by the till.

I'll try something.

I've got a signal. Could you swing the door, too, sir?

There was no signal.

And now there is again.

The phone signals are being blocked by the door.

Well, there's lead in the door, sir.

Well, maybe that's it.

What if, hang on, what if Keith Scully was

the murderer and he knew we were onto him?

And he was getting nervous because his wife was suspicious,

which we know she was because that's what the row was about.

And he wanted to do something to throw us off the scent.

He set up a faked attempt on his own life, but he cocked it up.

Keith wanted to make it look as if the

murderer had tried to lock him in the fridge.

That's why he jammed the safety bolt.

He couldn't do it any other way.

He could hardly put the padlock on from the inside.

I think he planned to save himself by phoning for help from inside.

He did a trial run with the door open and got a dialing tone.

But what he didn't realise was that when

the door was closed, there'd be no reception.

Because of the lead in the door.

Yeah, but surely he'd test his phone with

the door shut if his life depended on it.

Maybe it didn't occur to him.

Well, he'd have to be very stupid not to double-check that, wouldn't he?

Well, there's nothing to say that murderers have to be members of Mensa, sir.

Well, there is a certain surreal logic to that, yeah.

So you think it's possible?

Yes, I do

We just had to get the reports from forensics and pathology.

But it looks like it could be case closed.

Fantastic.

Well done, Gavin.

I'd like to have been a fly on the wall when he

realized he wasn't getting a signal on his phone.

Must have felt a bit of a twit.

Poor man.

In a walk-in fridge.

He was a murderer, Mum.

Still.

-Right. -Same again, everyone.

Troy?

Oh, no more for me, thanks.

-I'm driving. -I'll drive.

Come on. You deserve it. It's a good day's work, that.

And in the dark as well.

So Isabel Hewitt died just because she

was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

That's right.

Just after a windfall, too.

Have you heard?

She didn't even own her own house.

Not even a stick of furniture.

Wheedling his way into her confidence with the finances.

Quentin paid the odd bill for her at the post office.

That is all.

Same again?

Same again?

Ah, yeah.

Yes, yes, please.

Thank you.

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep Sorry.

Mrs. Scurley, it's Tom Barnaby.

Yes.

You know you told us you were unsure

about the reliability of your husband's alibi.

Did you mention your concern to anyone else?

You see, it was the phone.

That was the clincher.

Your governor's just nipped up for a second.

He asked me to bring these over.

Said he'd see you at the exhibition.

Thank you.

Mrs. Blunkett, who's your husband about?

He's in the sitting room.

Thank you.

Front door's open.

May I come in?

Yes, of course.

I was hoping you'd be here.

Quentin's giving me a hand with the furniture, valuing and so on.

Do you know where Isabel's share certificate is?

I think so.

Could you show me?

Yes.

It's odd.

The key's usually kept...

Just must have forgotten to put it back.

This is the sheriff's certificate here.

Can I have a look at those, please?

Is this the formal agreement between yourself and Isabel for

the transfer of the ownership to you of the house and furniture?

Yes, it is.

Melrose, the Jaguar man's here.

I'm sorry. Would you excuse me a moment?

Oh, dear, one thing.

Your agreement with Isabel about the

house, was that common knowledge in the village?

Not as far as I know.

She was a proud woman.

She asked us not to mention it to anyone.

Thank you.

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Oh, don't worry.

There are no secrets between Quentin and me.

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I finished upstairs.

I think you ought to take a look at the.

Mr. Barnaby.

Have you seen Melrose?

You jammed the safety mechanism so that

it wasn't noticeable from the outside.

And then you just picked your moment.

I'm sorry.

You ran a bistro in London, Quentin.

You'd know all about walk-in fridges.

You'd know about lead linings.

As you shut the door, you threw the phone in.

But you made a mistake.

You shouldn't have switched the light off in the fridge.

Keith wouldn't want to dial a number in the dark.

Not if his life depended on it.

You're saying that I murdered Keith Scully?

Yes.

Just spoken to Ruth.

She told me how she explained to you in the garden at Isabel's

that she was worried about the timings in her husband's alibi.

Do you remember that?

Yes, you suggested to her that she think

about it for a day or two before telling us.

So what's that mean?

Do you know, for a moment there, I thought you killed Keith out of revenge?

Because you thought he'd killed Isabel and Duncan.

But then I realized it wasn't revenge.

Keith was just a decoy.

We were getting a bit too close for comfort.

Asking questions about your past.

And you thought the best way to get it off your back was

to convince us that someone else murdered Isabel and Duncan.

And the likeliest suspect was Keith.

With his iffy alibi and his solid motives.

But he could always deny it.

And that might cause us to doubt.

Better off if he were dead.

Couldn't deny anything then, could he?

And why not make it look as if Keith were trying to

fake his own murder and accidentally killed himself?

That's even better.

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It must have been quite a shock when you

discovered the house sale agreement in the desk.

And that Isabel was penniless.

What did she promise you?

The furniture, house, everything.

And after all you'd done for her.

I've explained to you.

I knew about the sale of the house.

No, you didn't.

Not until, until he found this.

Then call in my solicitor.

How did it happen, Quentin?

Isabelle asked if you could find the share certificate for her, yes?

Probably just before she set off fishing that morning.

And you stumbled across the sale agreement as you were searching.

The two documents were next to each other.

I don't know what you're talking about. Yes, you do.

No, I don't.

You're lying.

I have never seen that agreement.

You're quite sure?

Yes.

I am absolute.

Well, maybe I did.

Actually, yes, she did show it to me.

Of course she did. Just after she'd signed it.

That's right.

You've just realised we'll find your fingerprints all over it, haven't you?

That's it, isn't it?

You're getting me confused.

You loved her, didn't you?

I don't believe you cared about the money.

That's not why you killed her.

And it wasn't because she conned you.

And not because she didn't love you.

It was the casual assumption that you

were someone who could be bored.

when you thought what was between you and Isabel was something beautiful.

I think that you loved her more than

you've ever loved anything or anyone.

But when you saw this document, you realized just how

fundamentally unimportant you were and always have been to Isabel.

You can't prove any of this.

A-year-old woman.

She was extraordinary,

like a bright jewel,

and I'll never see her again.

I thought that knowing Isabel was the most

wonderful thing that had ever happened to me.

She made me.

She brought out the best in me.

What happened?

Oh, please, Quentin, don't be so tedious.

For God's sake, pull yourself together.

You thought I was here for what I could get out of it.

Is that what you thought of me?

Of us?

No, I am not putting up with these tantrums.

You really can be very boring.

I couldn't bear it.

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I just wanted to talk to her.

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She killed the fish.

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And there she was.

All that life, suddenly gone.

Duncan?

You must have heard something.

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My God, what have you done?

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Yes, I loved Isabel.

-That'd be cool. -Yeah.

Okay.

Your nephew was only too pleased to lend them.

Bit of a memorial, I suppose.

I'll see you down there.

What's happening, sir?

It's been a development.

Quentin Roker was our man after all.

What?

He's just confessed to the murders.

All three?

All three.

Seems your first hunch was the right one.

See, it suddenly occurred to me that if Gwen Dobson, a

local gossip, didn't know about Melrose owning

Isabelle's house, then it was possible no one else did either.

Maybe not even Quentin.

It's a long story.

Of course, I couldn't have got there without

Troy working out that business with the Fridge.

That was good work, Troy, good work.

Because you thought it was Quentin from the word go, didn't you?

See the lesson in all this?

Always follow your first instincts.

I'll get the car, shall I?

Yeah.

I have to catch the exhibition some other time, all right?

OK, Dad.

Hang on, Troy.

Coming with you.

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