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Come in.

Sorry, Michael.

The extractor fan in the dining room is packed up again.

Well, you should speak to Stephen.

I did, yesterday.

All right, Audrey, I'll have a word.

It's not good for you, you know.

Oh, it's only a small one.

Don't tell Stephen.

I meant sitting in this room looking at those photographs.

It's three years, Michael.

It's time you got on with your life.

Ah, Michael.

My name's...

Good evening, Lawrence.

You dining with us tonight?

Indeed we are.

I can recommend the duck.

Good evening, good evening, good evening, Fabian.

You're looking well.

Apparently, the instructor in the dining room has packed up again.

I know, Dad. Someone's come to look at it tomorrow.

Fine, fine, as long as everything's under control.

You're the boss now. That's right, I am, so relax.

You've got to start taking it easy like the doctor said.

I know when I'm not wanted.

Why can't he stay upstairs, out of the way?

Oh, come on, Lorna, he's only just retired.

Are we supposed to run the place our way, with him always hanging around?

Look, if it wasn't for my father, there wouldn't be a pub to run.

So show some bloody respect, all right?

Yes, Mr. Woollard, say again?

Thanks, Stephen.

Working in the snug tonight?

Yeah, worst luck.

Why? What's wrong? My old man's in there getting tanked up.

Hey, you doing anything later on?

Yes, Jamie, I am.

Evening, Bella, Jamie.

Everything all right in this neck of the woods?

Fine, thank you, Mr. Bannerman.

Fine, thank you, Miss Bannerman. Well, I think you'd better get back

in the snug, Jamie, and serve the old codgers before they turn nasty.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Where's your mother, miss?

Oh, she's just taking Mr. Haggard's order.

Bella, my dear, when you go to move, would you sort

me out a large scotch and put it in the usual place?

You are a very bad man.

You're supposed to be cutting down.

It's our little secret.

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Don't drink from a scotch, you know.

Yeah, I suppose so, Dad.

Well, there shouldn't be, should there, if you pour me a full pint?

All right, all right.

Good evening, gentlemen.

All's well, I trust?

Apart from your staff serving with short measures, yes.

They want another case of Claret in the restaurant, Jamie.

I'll keep an eye on the riffraff in here.

You should go easy on the boy, Clive.

He's my son.

I treat him as I see fit.

Sons should be kept in their place.

And you can keep that.

And I suppose I'll have to buy you two hooligans a drink also.

Same again, Wesley?

Thank you kindly, Michael.

Will you take a drink with me, Mr. Bembo, sir?

Oh, I don't mind.

In talking of sons, I hear you and Stephen was

pulling this bar down, making it part of the restaurant.

Oh, is that what you hear, Clive?

Well, I hear you're selling your garage to

Lawrence Haggard and moving it to sunny Spain.

Oh, my dead body.

You lot ought to know better than listen to gossip in this village.

No work clothes.

What's that, Mr. Bembo, sir?

No work clothes.

What do you know about work clothes, you old stoat?

You've never done a day's work in your life.

No work clothes.

When that notice goes up, ordinary folk will have to drink elsewhere.

Listen to me, you miserable beggars.

No such signs going up in this pub.

Stephen's the boss now.

And yes, he has plans.

And that's all right and proper.

But everyone has always been welcome at the Maid.

And that's how it's going to stay.

Cheers.

Cheers.

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Take some vegetables, darling.

How's the Midsomer Film Festival coming along?

Oh, great.

The erotica season sold out straight away.

Don't worry.

I saved you a couple of tickets.

Oh, you must be joking.

-Oh, lovely. -Thank you, darling.

Now, who on earth could that be?

It might be Dan.

-Dan? -Dan who? -Dan Scott, Dad.

I bumped into him in Causton.

He said he might be bringing some paperwork over this evening.

Well, don't just leave him standing on the doorstep, Tom.

How does the boy do it?

He must smell a free wheel at 10 or not.

I've printed out those statistics you were asking about.

Thank you, sir.

it's a sort of stew.

sort of stew?

it's my favorite mrs.

B.

Are you driving, Scott?

Yes, sir.

Then you won't be wanting any wine, will you?

Time, please, ladies and gentlemen.

Here endeth the lesson for today, gentlemen.

The landlord has called time.

Ah, come on, Michael.

One for the road.

Sorry, Clive, the bar is closed.

I bid you good night, gentlemen, and sweet dreams.

So, who is it, then?

Who's the lucky bloke?

Mind your own business.

Give me a hand behind the bar, Bella.

Good evening, Mr. Cruickshank.

What are you doing here, Agate, as if I didn't know?

Mr. Cruickshank owns the garage in the

high street and the handsome house next to it.

Lovely property, great potential.

Well, you can stop licking your lips, because I'm staying put.

You wave all the money you like at me, I

won't roll over like some people in this village.

Now, out of my way, Agate.

I'm off home to my lovely property.

He could be trouble.

Don't worry, he'll come round.

They all do in the end.

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Sir?

Come here, you fool.

Thank you for watching.

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SIREN WAILS

His name is Jamie Cruickshank.

He's worked at the local pub, The Maid in Splendour.

His first impression's strange.

Am I right, George?

I know the victim.

I was in the maid only last night.

Nice lad.

I'm George.

I'm sorry.

Well, it looks like he was shot from behind with both

barrels of a 12-gauge shotgun, ranged between 5 and 10 yards.

Time of death?

Between 12 midnight and 4 AM last night.

Rough guess.

I'll retrieve the pellets and send them to Ballistics after he's been x-rayed.

We'll need any fragments of the wad as well.

Yes. There should be some in the entry wound at that range.

This could be the lad's capture.

That's brand new, that.

Yeah. And Mr. Sykes has handed his gun over to forensics for what it's worth.

Well, we'll need a list of all the people with gun permits in the area.

Of course, what we really need are the cartridges.

We can match the markings on the firing pin with the gun.

Well, the woods are full of old cartridges, sir,

but there are no new ones yet, and none near the body.

Where's the divers?

They'll be here in about an hour.

Maybe they can find a murder weapon along that stinking pond.

That looks recent, doesn't it?

Bag it, Scott Forensics might pick up some prints.

Do you think he met someone here last night, sir?

Well, someone's using the place, that's for sure.

But somehow, don't quite see Jamie

Cruickshank affording a 30-quid bottle of clout, do you?

Well, unless he nicked it from the pub, sir.

Came up here with a friend, had a couple

of drinks, started messing around with a gun.

No, no, no.

If Jamie brought a friend back here, chances are it'd be a girl.

Yeah, it's the sort of place you bring totty

when you've got nowhere else to go, isn't it?

That's beautifully put, as ever.

Thank you, sir.

Right now, Scott, you must go and tell his family.

Let's get that over with.

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Well, he left the maid about 11, 15.

Don't know what time Jamie left.

He had cleaning up to do, I suppose.

Did Jamie have a girlfriend?

No.

He had better things to do.

He was going out with Bella Munday.

He was not.

He was until recently.

Bella Munday, did she live in the village?

Yes, she works at the restaurant and the maid with her mother.

Did Jamie have a shotgun?

Of course he did.

It's locked up with mine.

Do you mind if we have a look?

When was the last time the guns were used, sir?

Well, a couple of weeks ago, before he cleaned them bullsense.

Oh, Jamie was happy it made.

Michael Bannerman, he made this village.

And now Stephen and that bastard Lawrence Haggard are trying to tear it apart.

Who's Lawrence Haggard?

Incomer. Thinks he's going to use this village like a supermarket.

He's bought the manor, he's bought the rectory, now he's trying to buy me.

Will you listen to yourself?

Our son has just been murdered, and you're going on about Lawrence Haggard.

But this has nothing to do with our Jamie.

She's not wrong, sir.

All he's worried about is some bloke trying to buy his garage.

People express grief in different ways, Scott.

Yes, sir.

Where to now?

The Maid in Splendour.

Let's take a look at this famous pub.

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You're going to be all right.

Good morning.

I'm sorry, sir, we aren't open yet.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby from Causton CID.

I'm looking for Mr. Michael Bannerman.

I'll take you to his office.

-That's kind. -And you are?

Audrey Munday.

This is my daughter, Bella.

This way, please.

I'd like to talk to you as soon as I finish, Mr. Bannerman.

Yes, of course. We're going to have to talk to you as well, later.

Scott!

I was in the snug when Stephen called time.

I did a tour, said goodnight to everybody, and then went upstairs.

Jamie was collecting glasses in the lounge, I think.

You went upstairs to do what, Mr. Bellman?

Oh, I live on the premises, Inspector.

After my wife passed away, I moved into a little flat upstairs.

So you don't know.

Well, you can't know what time Jamie left the pub.

No, I pray not.

What sort of lad was Jamie, sir?

Oh, he was terrific, very popular, good worker, always cheerful.

Everyone in the village liked Jamie.

I believe he was going out with a girl who works here, Bellamundi.

Yes, yes, he was very keen on her, I believe.

He is, according to his mother, anyway.

I understand Jamie was into guns.

Into guns, if you mean, did he shoot?

Yes, he did.

Hunting, shooting, and fishing are very

popular in these parts, I'm happy to say.

Do you shoot, Mr. Bellamundi?

Not anymore, no.

When my wife died, I had a, well, a bit of a heart problem.

I'm fit as a fiddle now, but I handed my gun over to Stephen.

You also handed the pub over.

Yes, yes, yes, shown the red card.

Yes, no, I was told to take things easy.

Stephen's the boss now, and he's doing a great job, too.

The Maiden Splendid, what's that about?

Oh, that's a local legend.

A young knight goes off to the Crusades before he can marry his beloved.

And she vows to wait for him, but by the

time he gets back, he's old, broken by the war.

She's still as beautiful as ever, hasn't aged a day.

So to free her from her obligation, he

dives into Lake Splendour and drowns.

Lake Splendour?

That's a stagnant pond up by Hunter's Wood.

The name's ironic, at least it is these days.

So the knight chucks himself in the pond, end of story?

No, no, no, the maid was brokenhearted.

She still loved him, you see.

Despite his age and infirmity.

So she threw herself in the lake after him.

Hence, the Maid in Splendour.

That's what I like, happy ending.

They took my gun away.

To test it.

I hope you don't think that I had anything to do with that.

You know...

No, Wesley, I don't.

You're about the only person around here I trust.

I think Jamie left before me.

I was waiting for mom.

I took coffee and sandwiches up to Mr. Bannerman just before 11.

We talked for about 10 minutes.

Then I came downstairs to cash up in the restaurant.

Jamie came in to say good night, but quarter past 11.

Then I drove Bella home.

Did Jamie mention where he was going that night?

No. Well, he asked me if I wanted to go into Causton.

I said I was going out.

But you didn't go out, did you?

It changed my mind.

I was tired, so I went home with mum.

You went out with Jamie for a bit, didn't you?

We only went out a couple of times.

He was very nice, Jamie.

But he was a bit, you know, young for his age.

Did you ever go up to the old cottage in Hunter's Wood with Jamie?

No, I did not.

We do have to ask these questions, I'm afraid.

Did Jamie have any enemies that you know of,

anyone in the village he didn't get on with?

Jamie got on with everyone.

Except his dad.

His dad hated him working here.

Why?

Michael Bannerman is a very popular man in the village, Inspector.

Now that Stephen Bannerman has taken over the maid,

well, Michael Bannerman's a hard act to follow.

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Mr. Bannerman, do you mind if I ask you a

couple of questions about Jamie Crookshank, sir?

OK.

Make it snappy.

We open in a quarter of an hour.

Business as usual, eh?

That's right.

I'm sorry about Jamie.

He was a good kid.

Life must go on.

Yeah.

Tell me, did Jamie leave the pub last night, sir?

He came in and said goodnight about 11.15.

What do you think he was doing up in Hunterswood, then?

Moving around, I expect.

And what did you do after the pub closed last night, Mr. Bannerman?

Me?

Sat down here, did some paperwork.

-On your own? -Yeah. -For how long?

About an hour, hour and a half.

VAT, bloody nightmare.

Then what did you do?

Went home.

What do you think?

Got in about half one.

Do you shoot, sir?

Yeah, I do.

When did you last use your gun?

I used it this morning.

Got a rabbit for the pot.

Thank you.

Uh, well, it's, uh, it's just one thing.

What can you tell us about the relationship between Jamie and, uh, Bella Mundy?

A relationship, was it?

Well, we heard she dumped him.

He was a bit miffed.

Jamie was going out with Bella.

It was in his dreams.

He was pestering her, that's all.

Told him to pack it in.

He was interfering with their work.

So, what do you make of that?

Typical country boozer, sir.

It's full of yokels and nutters.

Thank you, Scott.

That's very useful.

Yeah. And as for the maid, bloke comes back from the war,

his fiance's still a bit of a looker, so he jumps in a pond.

And then she jumps in afterwards.

I mean, you've got to be kidding me.

Word of advice about your interviewing technique, Scott.

Sir?

Drooling, Sergeant.

When taking statements from attractive

female witnesses, it is not in the manual.

Drooling, sir?

Drooling, sir.

What's ruling?

Time, please.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you finish your drinks up, please?

All right, you lot, haven't you got homes to go to?

-Brandy. -Large one.

Clive, old friend, you should be home looking after Maureen.

It's all right, Clive.

Here we go.

Large brandy, on the house.

What?

In fact, let's make that drinks all around shall we

What's got into you?

Well, pretty soon, I shan't be able to enjoy

the pleasure of sharing a drink with you gentlemen.

This bar's coming down.

I'm extending the restaurant.

I knew it.

Frankly, I can't wait.

You ever wonder why you lot are the only people who use this bar?

Because people come in, they see Wurzel Gummidge

here, an old dossu who smells like a badger's armpit...

Oh!

..and you.

A miserable old piss artist who only opens his mouth

to moan so they turn around and walk straight out again

I've been wanting to do this for as long as I can remember.

You're barred, Crookshank, for life.

If you show your face in this pub again,

I'm going to give the beating of your life.

For the love of God, Stephen, the poor man's just lost his son.

Michael won't stand for this.

He isn't the governor anymore.

I am.

Now get out.

You just made a very big mistake.

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We reckon that was uncalled for, Stephen.

I don't care what you reckon!

So you're going to give me the beating of my life, are you?

Well, come on, man.

Put that down, you daft old bugger.

You apologize to me right now in front of

everyone here, or I'll blow your brains out.

I don't think so, Crookshank.

Never could hit bugger all with that thing.

Come on, Clive.

You don't have to wave a gun around to get a drink in here.

This is between me and Stephen.

Calm down, lad.

Calm down.

Give me that before there's an accident.

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Come on, I'll walk you back home to Maureen.

Well, we'll keep this between ourselves, shall we?

Clive here has got enough on his plate as it is.

Woof, woof, woof.

No work clothes.

You, out.

Entry wound's about three inches across, so

my guess is he was shot from four or five yards.

Pellets were lead birdshot.

Tight use for birds, a small game.

Like every other shotgun in Midsomer.

What about the wadding?

Yeah, that's gone to ballistics too.

It looked like 12 gauge to me.

Any sign of a struggle before the shooting?

No, not a mark on him otherwise.

Has the murder weapon turned up yet?

No.

Chances are he knew the killer, went up to the

wood to meet him, and it all went horribly wrong.

Oh.

So, George, you are a regular at the Maid in Splendour, are you?

I pop in now and then, have a beer with

Michael Bannerman, if he's around, talk fishing.

What about the son, Stephen?

I hardly know Stephen.

Oh, come on, George.

You've met him, Tom.

Not exactly overburdened with charm, is he?

No, he's not.

And he's not trusted in the village.

Rumor is he's on the payroll of that developer chap, Haggard.

What about the girl Jamie was going out with, Bella, Bella Mundy?

She works in the restaurant with her mother.

I don't see them around very much.

There was something rather odd recently.

Like what?

I was in the snug one night with Michael and that old rogue Benbow.

We were talking about pike fishing, as I recall.

It was late, pub being closed for about an hour or so.

And on my way out, I saw Stephen and Bella near the side entrance.

-And why? -Why was that odd?

Well, I can't be sure, but it seemed to me they were in a clinch.

Now, look, it was Dark Tom, so for God's sake, don't read too much into it.

Well?

Divers drew a blank in the pond, sir.

No murder weapon.

No luck in the wood either.

They found plenty of old cartridges, but

no new ones near the scene of the crime.

What about the gun?

Double barrel, 12 gauge.

George Bullard was right about the shot.

Standard size for small birds and game.

Same for the choke, so it's not a villain's sawn off job.

No reports of any shotguns being stolen, I suppose?

No, sir.

These are all the planet holders in the region.

They are all there, sir.

Steve Bannerman, Wesley, the Cruickshanks,

even that property developer, Blake Haggard.

You could call them all in, get ballistics

to fire them, compare the pellet and the wad.

Yes, we could.

But it's not 100% reliable, is it?

And it's also very expensive.

We could use it as a threat, though.

How do you mean?

Pretend to call in all the shotguns to test them.

See how certain people react to that.

Oh, which people?

Well, how about kicking off with Stephen Bannerman?

Why him? Stephen doesn't have an alibi for the night of the murder.

And there's also a couple of things

going on involving him and Jamie Cruickshank.

Could you go and see Stephen, then?

Tell him you might want to test his gun at some point?

It would be a pleasure, sir.

I'm going to give this Lawrence Haggard the once over.

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Hello, Cully.

What are you doing here?

Well, actually, I was coming to see you.

Really?

Yes.

There's a Bergman season at the Film Society.

We were talking about it, remember?

Oh, yeah, right, yeah.

Well, I was thinking about Wednesday.

I don't mind which one we see.

I love them all.

Wednesday?

Excellent.

Good.

I'll see you then.

See you, Dad.

Bye, Cully.

Um, that's a bit heavy.

I don't know.

Might be Casablanca.

You could watch that again.

Casablanca?

Yeah.

Ingrid Bergman's in Casablanca, isn't she?

Holland and Holland, look at the chasing.

Oh, yeah.

It's lovely, that.

120K each.

Not really a gun person, are you, Inspector?

In my job, they only mean trouble.

Yes.

Well, I suppose they do.

Shall we?

I usually have a glass of champagne around, eh?

Well, let me see.

I was having dinner at the Maid with Amanda

here, my PA, and Marcus Poole, a colleague of mine.

We left at closing time, walked back here, and sat up talking till what?

Um, 2 in the morning?

Did you see Jamie Cruickshank at all in the course of the evening?

I don't think so.

He generally works in one of the other bars.

I did see his father, though.

When was that?

When we were leaving.

He was coming out of the snack bar, had a few drinks, but I'd look at him.

I believe you're trying to buy his garage.

His garage is failing badly, Inspector.

I made him a very generous offer.

Do you have some sort of business arrangement with Stephen Bowman?

We may have paid him the occasional consultancy fee, I suppose.

Consultancy fee?

Yes, I see. It must be useful to have someone on

board who knows the village, who's in debt, and

so on, and might be susceptible to a generous offer.

You need an edge in business.

Stephen helped me buy that garage on the Causton Road.

Now you come to mention it, yes.

I think he did.

Sells the cheapest petrol in the county, I'm told.

No wonder Clive Cruickshank's garage is failing.

You have done your homework, Inspector.

Well, you do need an edge in police work, Mr. Haggard.

And why would you be wanting to take my gun?

It's for tests.

What kind of tests?

Well, the ballistics people will fire the gun,

then compare the wad and pellets with those

from the gun that was used to kill Jamie Cruickshank.

It's just routine, sir.

Why me?

It's not just you, sir.

We'll be asking everyone who can't account for

their movements on the night Jamie was killed.

I'm not sure I want you taking my gun.

I use it most days, you see.

Well, I'm terribly sorry to inconvenience you, Mr. Bannerman.

Tell you what, we'll get a court order.

That'll make it easier for you.

Don't bother.

I can account for my movements.

How?

Me and Lorna left the pub at around 20 to 12.

She dropped me off at Lawrence Haggard's.

I was there till 2, maybe 3 in the morning.

Why didn't you tell us this before, Mr. Bannerman?

Because it's my bloody business.

And nobody around here can keep their mouth shut.

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Hello.

Are you all right?

I still can't believe what happened to Jamie.

Yeah, well, uh, you'll be in shock.

We all are.

I suppose that's why everyone's acting so strangely.

There was this really big row in the snug the other night.

Clive Crickshank was really drunk, so Stephen threw him out.

Stephen must be a hard man to work for.

He's all right.

Mom doesn't like it so much now his dad's retired.

What about your dad, Bella?

He died when I was five.

He had cancer.

Oh, I'm sorry. I've got a big mouth.

It's OK.

Thanks for asking.

You still got my card?

I think so.

Here's another one, just in case.

Give me a call at any time.

That's my mobile number.

Thanks, Dan.

You're very nice.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Come round when you've logged out.

We'll sign the paperwork.

Not tonight.

There are too many people sticking their

noses in after this Jamie Cruickshank business.

It has to be tonight, Stephen.

We're heading back to town first thing in the morning.

All right.

Give me half an hour.

I'll come round on foot.

Best chance anyone will see me.

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Hello.

Where the hell are you off to?

Shotgun, I get, on close range, by the look of it.

No sign of the murder weapon, sir, and no cartridges.

Who made the call?

Lawrence Haggard, sir.

He had the shots. His house is just there.

You say he was coming here to see you.

Yes.

The awful thing is he didn't want to come at first.

Why not?

In case anyone saw him.

You know village gossip.

That's why he came on foot.

Why?

Why did he want to see you?

Because Marcus is heading back to town first thing.

We had to close the deal tonight.

Sorry, what deal would that be, sir?

We're buying the maid in Splendour.

That's why Stephen was worried about gossip.

Of course, he was going to carry on running it.

Nothing would have changed.

Except the profits.

So you came back from the pub to here to wait for Stephen, yes?

That's what I said.

Who else knew Stephen was coming here tonight?

No one as far as I know.

As I said, he didn't want anybody in the village to know what he was up to.

Well, what about his wife?

His father?

Particularly them.

The murderer must have known that Stephen Bannerman was going to use that path.

Stephen wasn't exactly short of enemies, was he?

Clive Crookshank was in the pub the other night causing mayhem.

Stephen threw him out, apparently.

When did you find that out?

I bumped into Bella Mando.

She mentioned it. Well, why didn't you tell me?

Sorry, sir.

It sort of slipped my mind.

Anyway, Stephen was still alive at that point, so it didn't seem so important.

I will decide what is important, Sergeant.

-Yes, sir. -Scott. -Sir?

If your mental faculties are going to go AWOL every

time you bump into somebody like Bella Mando, you

and I are going to fall out big time, as you would say.

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Mum will look after you.

You know how much she loves you.

No more, Michael.

Please.

You'd better go home now.

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What are you doing?

Did you know that your husband was going to meet Lawrence Haggard last night?

No.

Did you know that Stephen was doing a deal with Lawrence Haggard?

Stephen had been helping him out.

I knew that. No, I'm talking about Stephen selling Lawrence Haggard this pub.

He wouldn't, not without telling me.

Lorna, we can't knock that door down.

-It's a load-bearing. -Not now.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Bann.

I didn't know he was coming today.

Where can I find Michael Bannerman, please?

In the snug.

You won't get much sense out of him.

He's been up all night drinking with that Benbow creature.

Mr. Bannerman, I'm very sorry about your son.

Did you know Stephen was going to see Lawrence Haggard last night?

He's in no state to answer questions.

What about you, Mrs. Mundy?

Did you know?

No. I knew nothing about it, nor did Bella.

So nobody knew that Stephen was going to see Lawrence Haggard last night?

-No. -Don't you listen?

Did you see him leave the pub?

No.

Mr. Bannerman had an early night.

I took him up some supper just before closing time.

And did you know that Stephen was

planning to sell the maid to Laurence Hackett?

Don't talk rubbish, Matt.

What about you, Mr. Bamboe?

Did you know about it?

Me?

No, no.

No, I know about drinking in pubs.

I don't know nothing about selling them.

I think you know what goes on in Midsomer Worthy better than anyone else.

I'm on my hook.

Let's get you to bed.

-You'd be able to manage? -Of course.

That looks like the old cottage in the wood.

Ah, yes.

Michael used to, uh, rent it for

hunting parties and, um, picnics in the summer.

It was a real village in them days.

In the good old days?

Well, I suppose they was, yes.

The trouble is, nobody tells you the time, do they?

Do you still go up to the cottage?

Me?

No, no, no.

No, my courting days are long over.

I wasn't thinking about courting.

No, I know you wasn't.

So who benefits most from Stephen's death, eh?

Well, his wife, for starters.

One minute, he's selling the pub behind her back.

The next minute, she's the boss.

And she's not wasting any time by the looks of things.

That's true.

Mind you, any of that lot could have done the deed, couldn't they?

They all stood to lose if Stephen sold the pub.

Yeah, but they were all working and or

drinking at the time of Stephen's death, weren't they?

What about Clive Crookshank, sir?

Clive Crookshank.

Yeah.

Let's go see what he was doing last night.

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You're looking for your husband, Mrs. Crookshank.

He's indoors.

I'm going for his shoes off.

Mrs. Cruickshank, the cap that Jamie was

wearing that night, that was new, wasn't it?

Yes, and his jacket as well.

They're a present from his father and me.

Mike worked in a pub, but he was a country boy at heart.

oh

Ooh!

Been celebrating, sir?

Mm.

Oh, you're talking about young Stephen Bannerman.

No, I haven't.

I didn't like the man, I admit that, but I wouldn't wish him dead.

You threatened him with a shotgun, Mr. Cruickshank.

Who told you that?

A little bird told me.

Oh, well, we just had a few drinks, that was all.

Gun wasn't even loaded.

So where were you last night, Mr. Cruickshank?

Carston, angling club meeting.

Yeah, I came back with Wesley and a couple of the others.

We didn't get back until after 1 o'clock, by which

time you lot were all encamped on the bridle path.

So it wasn't me that killed him, was it?

-Great. -Yeah.

-Yeah, I'll tell him. -Thanks.

We've got some prints of that wine bottle we found in the cottage, sir.

No matches yet, though.

Well, we'll need some prints on the bodies for comparison, won't we?

Being done, sir.

So what's the story?

Jamie and Stephen died because the pub was going to be sold.

No, I think the story goes back much further than that.

Like what, sir?

I think it's a love story, Scott.

You think Bella's involved, sir?

Don't want her to be, but yes, yes.

Maybe I could pop in and see her later.

You know, sort of unofficially.

Maybe I could get her chatting, and then she could.

Thank you for the offer, Scott.

But now, look, we've got a couple of things to

find out before dealing with the lovely Bella.

What things, sir?

Like whose fingerprints are on that wine bottle, and

whether Stephen and Jamie were shot with the same gun.

Ballistics will have the results tomorrow.

Right.

Okay, guys.

I'm sorry. I thought you said Ingrid Bergman.

Ingmar Bergman.

-Right. -Gotcha.

So the bloke playing chess, he's supposed to be death.

Is that it? I don't know why you're pretending to be interested.

You slept through most of it.

-No, I didn't. -I just.

Right here.

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So then he spots this woman and hares off after her.

That's the last I saw of him.

I'm sure there's some explanation.

Don't count on it.

That is probably him now.

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She was behaving suspiciously, so I followed her to the churchyard.

Then Michael Bannerman was there at his wife's grave.

And?

Well, then they had a bit of a chat, and then they, uh, you know.

No, I do not know, Scott.

What? Well, they had a bit of a cuddle, sir.

Or perhaps she was consoling him.

Well, that's one way of looking at it, I suppose.

Like you said, people express grief in different ways.

Aren't you forgetting something, Scott?

Sir?

Cully.

Cully.

I'd better go and find him.

Scott, she's here.

Here?

Yes, Sergeant.

And she's dying to speak to you.

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Sir?

How's Mr. Benbow?

Oh, he inhaled a bit of smoke, that's all.

They're going to keep him in the hospital overnight, just in case.

You know, he's lucky those wooden tops at

the scene of the crime heard him shouting.

Those wooden tops should never have let him in here in the first place.

What did he claim he was doing up here?

Oh, he had a few drinks, thought he'd sleep

it off, knocked over a candle, then, uh, bosh.

Only a few hours after we'd asked him about the place.

Now there's a coincidence.

Do you think he set the fire on purpose?

I think Mr. Benbow's a cunning old -and-so, that's what I think.

Scott, will you go and stand in that doorway?

What?

Go on.

Jamie Cruickshank's cap was brand new, wasn't it?

As was his jacket.

Yes, sir.

Both very similar to Stephen Bannerman's.

Now, if Jamie Cruickshank had come up here that

night to meet someone, someone who didn't know

about his new outfit, and Jamie stood in that doorway.

You mean the murderer thought that Jamie was Stephen?

Yes.

Perhaps, yes.

Come on.

Uh, sir?

What?

Come on, sir.

M.B.

and A.M.

Michael Bannerman and Audrey Munday, sir?

Maybe that's what Benbow was trying to describe.

Well, why?

Audrey's a widow.

Michael's a widower.

They're both free to do what they want, Scott.

Yes, sir.

But I'd say those were done long before Michael's wife died.

Oh, yeah.

You're right.

Like you said, sir, maybe it's an old story.

Look, I realize this is a difficult time, Mrs. Bannerman.

But at least let me outline the proposals that I made to your husband.

You're wasting your time.

I don't care what you discussed with Stephen.

The pub is not for sale.

It's time we talked

Well, can't wait to start tearing the place apart, eh?

It's my pub now.

Which is why we need to talk.

Get on with it then.

The architect reckons we can get five double rooms upstairs with full-on suite.

You're going to have to move out of the flat, Michael.

I need it.

I see.

You can stay till the funeral.

It was a bad day when you married Stephen.

Bad for all of us.

This business is tearing Midsomer Worthy apart.

It's a great shame.

Tell me about Michael Bannerman and Audrey Mundy, George.

What about them?

They were having an affair, weren't they?

Look, you know how I hate gossip, Tom.

And it all started long before Michael's wife died, didn't it?

Look, when Audrey's husband died, Michael looked after her and the girl.

He was very good to them.

There was talk, yes, and when Susan died, a

lot of people thought Michael would marry Audrey.

But he didn't.

No Excuse me, dr.

Bullard, sir.

It's looking like Jamie Cruickshank and

Stephen Bannerman were killed by the same gun

Oh, good.

Yeah.

Now, Stephen Bannerman's prints were on the wine bottle, but

there are some other prints there as well, some smaller ones.

A woman's, George?

Possibly.

Bella Monday?

Well, there's one way to find out.

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You can talk to us alone if you want to, Bella.

You told me that you never went up to the

old cottage in the wood with Jamie Cruickshank.

Well, I hadn't.

Did you ever go up there with Stephen Bannerman?

No.

My daughter would never do such a thing.

We found an empty wine bottle in the cottage with Stephen's fingerprints on it.

And what's that got to do with me?

Well, there was somebody else's fingerprints on that bottle, too.

Could be a woman's.

Are you saying you think they're Bella's fingerprints?

Well, I would like to see if they match.

And if they do, so what?

Bella works at the maid.

She could have handled that bottle any time.

Who said the wine was from the pub?

You did.

No.

No, I didn't.

Mum's right.

It was.

Stephen asked me to fetch it from the cellar.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid!

I'm sorry

Stephen was going to sell the pub to Lawrence Haggart.

We were going to go to America.

We were going to have children.

Lorna isn't interested in children.

All she's interested in is money.

Bella, when was the last time you went

up to the cottage with Stephen Bannerman?

The night before.

The night before Jamie died.

I got there early.

I wanted to surprise him.

You are beautiful.

-Come here. -How beautiful.

Come here and I'll tell you.

That's my favorite thing.

I thought I heard something.

It's probably a fox

I think there was someone there.

Someone watching us.

But you know something?

I didn't mind.

I was glad.

I wanted everyone to know about Stephen and me.

Tell me again.

What happened the night Jamie was killed?

Stephen and I were going to go to the old cottage.

But then something came up.

Stephen couldn't make it.

We'd like you to look at our proposal.

We think you'll be as excited as we are.

Okay.

I'll be round in about two minutes.

Can't you see him tomorrow?

Haggard is going to make me an offer for the pub.

This is important, Bella.

This is our ticket out of here.

Okay.

But you better find time tomorrow.

Soon we'll have all the time in the world.

Are you sure Michael didn't overhear your conversation with Steve?

No.

He was at the other end of the corridor.

There's a cupboard there.

Sometimes he asks me to put a whiskey in it for him.

Bella!

You know he's supposed to be cutting down.

If Michael asked me for a drink, I can't say no, can I?

Excuse me.

Hello?

Yes, Scott?

Did you know about Bella and Stephen?

Yes.

I tell Mum everything.

I tried to talk her out of it.

Stephen said he was going to leave Lorna.

I told her not to believe him.

I told her it was the oldest lie in the book.

Bella, would you mind if I had a private word with your mum, please?

It's all right.

Is that what Michael said to you?

That he intended to leave his wife for you?

He's been a good friend to me, and to Bella, for 20 years.

And he was my boss.

And that's all you need to know about my

relationship with Michael Bannerman, Inspector.

I got a call from the hospital, sir.

They found a couple of shotgun cartridges in one of Benbow's pockets.

Well, what's unusual about that?

The man's got a shotgun, hasn't he?

Spent cartridges?

Why hang on to those?

What did Benbow say?

Oh, he denies all knowledge, sir.

Oh, he does, does he?

How much longer I got to stay in here?

I'm a busy man.

I got things to do.

And the food is muck

Oh.

What's that, then?

You tell me, Sunshine.

They're in your pocket.

Oh, they never were.

Mr. Bambo, last night you partially destroyed a scene of crime.

Perhaps you'd like to find out what the food is like on remand.

Oh, them!

Were they fired from your gun?

No, they never were, no.

I found them in the wood.

Near the old cottage?

About 100 yards from there.

The wood is full of spent cartridges, Mr. Bamber.

Why keep them?

Because they puzzle me.

What's there to be puzzled about?

See, the thing is, long as I'm in here, I can't earn a crust.

I got my overage, you know, just like everybody else.

Oh.

Look at the name down the side.

Wilkinshaw.

Wilkinshaw went out of business.

They ain't made a shotgun cartridge in years.

Michael!

I've been looking everywhere for you.

And I saw your car parked in the lane.

I haven't been up here for ages.

She's throwing me out.

What?

Lorna.

She's throwing me out of the pub.

Good.

You need to get away from that place.

So do I.

Now's our chance, Michael.

I need more time, Audrey.

There isn't any more time.

You've used it all up.

Laurence Hager made me an offer on the cottage.

What?

I'm going to see him this afternoon, and I'm going to accept it.

Bella and I are moving away, Michael.

You can't do that.

You

can't leave me after all these years.

You want me to stay?

Yes.

Then marry me.

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Those cartridges, Scott, they must have been bought before the 1988 act.

Thank you.

And the law was extremely lax.

Anyone could get hold of a shotgun permit.

So old cartridges could mean an old gun.

Before the 88 act, shotguns didn't have to be registered.

When the act came into force, a lot of people didn't renew their certificates.

But they hung on to the guns.

Indeed they did, yeah.

There's no point going through these records, then.

Well, perhaps not those kind of records, Scott.

What we need is a different kind of record.

Like what, sir?

Like what, sir? Like a pictorial kind of record.

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Who is this?

It's Michael.

Mum's not here.

It's you I want to see, Bella.

Mum was looking for you.

Yes, and she found me.

We had a very good talk, brother.

I'm glad.

You all right?

No, I need to talk to you.

Let's go for a drive.

I'm supposed to wait here for mum.

This is important, Bella, for you and your mother.

Concerns the future.

And there's something I need to show you.

Hello?

Gosh, she didn't waste much time, did she?

-Oh. -Oh.

Oh.

Yes.

What's that?

Ah.

There was one of the Bannermans and the

Mundies up by the old cottage in Hunter's Wood.

-Is that there? -Yeah, I remember it.

Bingo.

There's Michael Bellarmine with his gun,

presumably the one he passed on to Stephen.

And that must be Audrey's husband with his gun.

And he died, what, 17 years ago?

Audrey didn't apply for a permit or register the gun after 88.

Well, like you said, maybe it was stuck in the

back of the cupboard, along with the old cartridges.

What's that for?

Ah, I might, uh, get myself a nice pigeon for my supper.

I really should be getting back.

Bella, I've always been good to you, haven't I?

Yes.

Looked after you and your mom.

Yes, you have.

Then do me this one small favor.

All right.

Come on, get up on it.

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funny

Bye.

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I've just been talking to Laurence Haggart.

You won't believe what he's offered me for the cottage.

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Bella?

Mrs. Munday.

What do you want?

May we come in?

Our little secret.

I'd like to ask you some questions, Mrs.

Mundy, about your late husband's shotgun.

I don't know what you're talking about.

He did have a shotgun, didn't he?

Years ago, yes.

Why?

Have you still got it?

No, I haven't.

What became of it after he died?

I can't remember.

It was 17 years ago.

Well, maybe you forgot about it.

You wouldn't mind if we had a quick look around, would you?

Yes, I would mind, very much indeed.

All right. In that case, DS Scott here will apply for a search

warrant, and we will continue this conversation at Causton Police Station.

Michael?

You all right?

Yeah.

I just saw something up in Hunter's Wood, but I ain't sure what to make of it.

What was that?

Michael Bannerman and your Bella.

Up in Hunter's Wood.

He was heading for the old cottage.

And Michael, he had a gun.

Ah, this will do us.

Got to get back soon.

I used to come up here with your mother.

I know.

Carved our initials on a beam in the old cottage, like silly kids.

I think it's romantic.

Yeah.

Oh, give us a hand here.

This one's killing me.

Oh, thank you.

That's wonderful.

Mum's very unhappy.

She thinks you don't love her anymore.

I know.

That's what we were talking about.

It's all sorted out now.

Really?

Are you going to get married?

That would be wonderful.

No, I, uh, I can't marry your mother, Bella.

Why not?

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Oh

Look at it carefully.

I've seen this loads of times.

It's one of the snug.

Look at your mother.

What about her?

Who does she remind you of?

I don't know.

No one.

It's just mom when she was young.

It's you, Bella.

She looks like you.

She does not.

Her nose is bigger and her eyes are closer together.

Yeah, you're right.

You're more beautiful than she ever was.

No, I'm not.

You look more like Audrey than she ever did.

That doesn't make sense.

Does to me.

That's the reason I can't marry your mother, but I can.

Because I'm in love with you.

No, don't say that.

I realized when Susan died, and I realized whatever time was

left for me, the only person I wanted to share it with was you.

No, please, don't say things like that.

So I've made a decision.

What are you doing?

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I want to ask, Bella, if there's a chance, any chance at

all, that you and I could make some sort of a life together.

Please put the gun down.

If the answer is no.

I've decided I can't go on.

So what's it to be?

I'll always be your friend, Michael.

You know that.

My friend, that's not the answer I was hoping to hear, Bella.

-What? -Stop it!

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Bella, what did Michael say to you?

I want to know.

Tell me.

He said.

He said he loved you, more than anybody.

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When did you give Michael Bannerman the shotgun?

I told you I didn't.

My husband must have given it to him.

Why should I believe you, Mrs. Mundy?

You've lied to me through all this, haven't you?

You told me you didn't have an affair with Michael Bannerman, but you did.

You said Bella wasn't having an affair with Stephen Bannerman, but she was.

And you told me that you went up to Michael's

flat and spoke to him on the night Jamie was killed.

I carried coffee and sandwiches up to

Michael, Mr. Bannerman, just before 11 o'clock.

We talked for about 10 minutes, and then I

came down and cashed up in the restaurant.

Jamie came in to say goodnight at about a quarter past 11.

But Bella saw Michael downstairs at that

time, drinking a Scotch she'd hid for him.

Soon we'll have all the time.

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And the night Stephen was killed, you told me you took

some supper up to Michael because he was having an early night.

And that was a lie, too.

Because Michael was waiting for Stephen

on the footpath by Lawrence Haggard's house.

I was wondering how Michael could have known

that Stephen was going to be walking along that path.

And then I remembered, Haggard told me that

you'd been serving him that night.

It has to be tonight, Stephen.

We're heading back to town first thing in the morning.

All right, give me half an hour.

You overheard Haggard and Stephen arranging to meet, didn't you?

And you told Michael.

Didn't you?

Did Michael kill Stephen because he was going to sell the pub?

Michael hated what Stephen was doing to the pub.

And Jamie Crookshank, where does Jamie fit into all this?

He adored Bella.

He was devastated when she dumped him.

He followed her one night.

Find out who she was seeing.

It was Stephen.

And Jamie told you about it, didn't he?

Yes.

And you told Michael?

Yes.

And is that when he came to you and asked for the gun?

He would never have asked for the gun.

I gave it to him.

What's this tonight?

Don't you recognize it?

Of course I do.

It belonged to your husband.

I want you to have it.

And then I told him about Stephen and the pub and Stephen and Bella.

He flew into a rage.

I've never seen anything like it.

What was it that made Michael so angry?

Stephen's plans to fill the pub.

You don't think it was jealousy?

What do you mean?

When he found out about Stephen and Bella.

That's what sent him into his rage, isn't it?

No.

This is what it's all about, isn't it?

Michael was obsessed with your daughter.

That's right, isn't it?

It was all Stephen's fault.

How could that be?

Stephen hated me.

He hated that Michael and I loved each other.

Stephen would do anything to keep us apart.

I just thought.

If Stephen wasn't there, then Michael would come to his senses.

And things could go back to the way they were.

Stephen wants me to meet him tonight, up in the wood.

What shall I tell him?

Tell him you'll go.

OK.

Thanks, Mum.

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I thought you ought to know.

Stephen and Bella are going up to Hunter's Wood tonight.

Weren't you afraid for Bella?

Well, I wasn't going to let her go, was I?

And then Stephen told her that he couldn't make it.

But by that time, Michael had left.

Poor Jamie

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Oh, dear God.

Jamie.

And when you heard about Jamie, you knew exactly what had happened, didn't you?

But you didn't go to the police.

You kept quiet, because Stephen Bannerman was still alive.

Michael, we need to talk.

I'm in no mood to talk, Audrey.

Stephen is going to see Lawrence Haggard in half an hour.

He's doing it, Michael.

He's going to sell Haggard the maid in Splendour.

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Where the hell are you off to?

More to the point, where are you off to?

Dad, are you pissed?

I want you to keep your hands off her, Stephen.

Sorry, Dad, but it's legally mine to sell.

I'm not talking about the pub!

My God.

Now I get it.

You sad old man.

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Charger, Scott.

Accessory to the murders of Jamie Krupczak and Stephen Bannerman.

Mrs. Bannerman, I have to return this to you, the photograph.

You can go straight in the bin.

Well, that's entirely up to you, as long as you sign this for me first, please.

You've completely transformed this place, haven't you?

We open next week.

Drop in for a drink on the house.

I don't think so.

Actually, I preferred it the way it was.

No work, clothes.

Yeah. Do all my drinking at the cricketers.

Badgers drift now.

Lucky badgers drift.

Hm.

Here.

I hear Audrey Munday's going to prison.

Terrible business.

Yeah, it's terrible.

You're lucky you're not going with her, Benbow.

Well, what do you mean?

Squirreling away those cartridges.

You had a bloody good idea where they came from, didn't you?

No, I never.

You cross me in the future, old man, I'll fit you up good and proper.

All right, all right.

Keep your hair on.

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So, Bella's not going to throw herself into Lake Splendour, then.

Huh.

What?

Like, uh, what's her name?

Jumping in the lake after her fiancée.

Oh, don't do that.

Michael Bannerman?

He was having you on.

Girlie never chucked herself into the lake.

The old knight come back from the Crusades.

He goes straight to the manor.

And there, he sees her pleasuring his brother.

So he drags him from the bed, kills his brother,

stone dead, and then chucks Girlie into the lake.

Now, that's what I call a happy ending.

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