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Let us start with a prayer

Great Spirit, we welcome you.

Place a pyramid of protection
over this building

and around every home represented
here this evening.

We ask our guides and doorkeepers and

helpers to be with us
during this meeting.

We speak to you in love and light and

truth and leave ourselves in

your loving hands.

Eternity was yesterday and is today

and continues forward forever.

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Charlotte, are

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you speak to us?

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Charlotte.

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Charlotte?

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I see a child.

No, no.

A girl.

Younger than me.

Yes, younger.

Ah, gate.

A wooden gate.

A five-barred gate.

Patrick?

Patrick?

S-Sorrow...

Sorrow!

Patrick?

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Patrick?

There will be sorrow

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A great deal of sorrow.

Where are you?

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I had the feeling we were well
visited this evening.

Not so bad.

There was such an energy,
I could almost touch it.

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Hello, Dad.

Hello, Chloe.

Do you need a hand?

No, thank you.

Where's mum?

Your mother is dining out in
a restaurant with a friend.

What friend?

I don't know.

Someone called Elizabeth.

She met at the library.

The medium's name is Rosetta.

She goes into these trances.

Rosetta?

Bet she wasn't born with that name.

What's happened to that salad?

Anyway, when she's in
one of her trances,

she makes contact with
the dear departed.

People and the audience love it.

I mean, sometimes it scares them,
but they really love it.

But Elizabeth, why do you bother
going to such places?

It's an experience.

Watching lonely people trying to
make contact with the dead.

Well, right now, it's a lot easier than trying
to make contact with the living.

Who phoned them?

His wife, sir.

She's upstairs, very upset.

One of her neighbors is with
her, Miss Anne Marr.

-There's more?
-Yes.

Just making her a hot drink.

She's over there.

This is Janet Pettiman.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby from Causton CID.

I'm very sorry to have to
ask you questions at a

time like this, but I'm afraid
it's got to be done.

I understand you were the one who
found your husband's body.

Yes.

Sorry, would you like a cup?

Er, no, no thanks.

Why would he have wanted
to do such a thing?

Mrs. Pennyman, when did you last
see your husband alive?

Um...

This afternoon, he came up
here for a cup of tea.

It was about

2 o'clock.

Was he working alone?

Oh, yes.

There are no funerals booked
at the moment.

And after he'd had his
cup of tea, you?

Um, well, he.

He went to the local church.

He said he had to see something there.

Do you know if there was
anything troubling him?

He was the kind of man who
didn't show his feelings.

I have some cheerful news for you.

Oh, you've chosen the
right place for it.

He didn't kill himself.

Didn't kill himself?

Unless he managed to come
out from the dead and

hide the knife that was used
to slash his wrists.

I also think he was struck from behind
by something fairly heavy.

Miss Marr, I'm told that you
were outside in the street

around about the same time that Mr.
Pennington's body was found.

Is that correct?

Yes, that's right.

Did you see anyone leaving
the premises?

I wasn't really looking.

What is it?

Tell me.

We don't think your husband
took his own life.

I'm sorry.

Mrs. Pennyman, did your husband
have any enemies?

No, no.

No, he was well-respected.

Well, some people might have found
him difficult to get on with.

Why?

Why would they do that?

He was a no-nonsense sort of man.

He didn't suffer fools.

Oh,

Patrick!

Thomas?

Thomas!

I've got news for you.

You've lost your part-time job.

Patrick Penniman.

He's dead.

What do you mean he's dead?

Somebody killed him.

Left him to bleed to death in
his own chapel of rest.

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Elizabeth dropped me off yesterday
evening, and I asked her in.

I wanted you to meet her.

I'm sorry about that.

We had a lovely time.

She's great at Big Whig.

She was telling me about
some spiritualist

meeting she went to just
for the fun of it.

The fun of it?

It's the way she is.

She from this part?

Yes, she grew up in Midsomer,
but moved away.

She's only recently come
back to the area.

Are you going to eat this toast?

No.

What's her second name?

Key.

Key.

Let's go.

Not on here.

I don't have to help your
boss, you know.

I'd do this for you.

If I didn't, she'd have
you running around.

You'd do enough for her as it is.

Shan't be home till late.

Too much work on, love.

Shame about old Pennyman.

Bet them spirits of hers
are having a laugh.

Because the dead will have to die
elsewhere now, won't they?

John.

Yeah?

You shouldn't make fun of Rosetta
or what she does.

I believe in her.

I know you do.

His name is Patrick Pennyman.

He owned this place.

He was killed early yesterday evening.

Well, for an undertaker, he's not exactly
traveling in style, is he?

No.

His wife was just upstairs.

She heard nothing.

There were neighbors outside.

They saw nothing.

So I suppose it is a fairly
busy village street.

People come and go, don't they?

This is where he wants.

Didn't lock the door after he came in.

Be a robbery, sir?

Apparently not, which means we've got to
find out a little more about this man.

Uh, Scott, you can make a start by

introducing yourself to his
next of kin, Mrs. Penman.

Uh, it's a difficult time
for her, all right?

But we need to have a list of all the recent
funerals handled by her husband.

All right.

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Are you looking for a particular
gravestone?

No.

No, I'm not.

I see.

Just browsing, is that it?

Yeah.

Causton, CID, I'm Detective
Chief Inspector Barnaby.

And, uh, you are?

Sylvia Burgess.

I do volunteer work here.

Someone has to.

The rector has to spread himself around
three parishes and is not a well man.

Would you believe that Fletcher's Cross
once had a church and two chapels?

No, I didn't know that.

By the way, my husband's
choir master only

wouldn't think so from the
racket he's making.

I'm sorry I can't be of more help.

Patrick never wanted me to get
involved in the business.

But now there's so much for me to do.

Is there, um, is there no one else
to help you, Mrs. Pennington?

Oh, my sister and her husband are coming
down from Yorkshire next week.

They're a very efficient couple.

They'll know what to do.

But your husband, he didn't employ
any full-time staff.

Well, Thomas used to work for
him on a part-time basis.

I'm sorry, who was that?

Thomas Marr.

He owns the crystal shop
in Market Street.

Crystal shop.

But, uh, nobody, nobody else.

Well, a couple of the
local lads used to

get hired as pallbearers
from time to time.

Mind you, they had to provide
their own suits.

Patrick wasn't silly with money.

Yeah.

He did have a partner once.

Who was that?

Jimmy.

James Gris.

Mind you, they didn't get on.

They were always arguing.

They even almost came to blows once
during a funeral service.

It's very embarrassing
for the mourners.

I bet.

You got any idea where this
James Gris is now?

No, I expect he's still around.

I haven't seen him since
the partnership ended.

That was a couple of years ago.

Thank you.

And was Patrick Penniman responsible for
most of the recent burials here?

Since my time here, he's been
responsible for all of them.

Can you think of anyone, anyone
who'd want to harm him?

For what reason?

Well, I don't know.

We're providing a poor service, burying
someone in the wrong grave.

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That's enough for now.

No, I can't think of anyone.

Of course, Patrick Penman
was a skinflint.

Would that be reason enough?

That depends.

This is Mr. Barnaby from Causton CID.

Good morning.

I was about to tell him why this village
is going even further into decline.

There are now wicked things here.

Sylvia, please.

It's true.

There's another form of worship
here in Fletcher's Cross.

And it's one that doesn't allow
souls to rest in peace.

Are we talking about
the spiritualists?

Yes, the spirit of friendship group.

Rect is too ill and too
busy to see it.

But some of us are not happy.

We believe that the dead
should stay dead.

I'm sorry about that, Mr. Barnaby.

Sylvia gets a bit overexcited
at times.

The spiritualist lot have never
bothered me, personally.

Thing is, Fletcher's Cross is a close
community, too close sometimes.

Most of them wouldn't want people getting
in touch with their dead relatives.

Too many secrets.

Bye.

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I just thought I'd drop by,
so offer my condolences.

Thank you, Thomas.

This must be a very sad time for you.

Yes, it is.

Um, there's just one small problem.

I haven't been paid up to date since
we buried Mrs. Caldercott.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Look, don't worry about it.

I'll see to it as soon as I've got somebody
to go through the accounts.

Um,

just as a matter of interest, who's
arranging Patrick's funeral?

I really haven't had time
to think about that yet.

Well, I mean, if you
need somebody to...

Goodbye, Thomas.

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Scott.

Sir?

It's closed.

I managed to go through Patrick
Pennyman's paperwork, sir.

-Yes.
-Yeah.
-Now, the business is sound.

There were, well, there were a few outstanding
bills with local tradesmen.

Yep.

And there were two recent funerals
in the last six weeks.

And the details are right there.

And Patrick Pennyman had
a business partner.

Did he? Yeah. They didn't
like each other.

Oh, good.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

We're looking for Mr. Thomas Marr.

That's right.

Detective Sergeant Scott.

And this is DCI Barnaby.

I've been told that you once worked
for Patrick Perryman.

I did, yeah, on and off.

Was he good to work for?

Not really, no.

He was too tight-fisted.

Now tell me, Mr. Marr, did you
dislike him for that reason?

No.

Or for any other reason?

Well, let's just say I
put up with him as a

boss, but I wouldn't have
had him as a friend.

Where were you yesterday evening, sir?

He was at the Spiritualist Church.

Is that right, Mr. Marr?

Yes.

Were you there all evening?

No, I, uh, I left a bit early.

Why?

I just wanted to come
home, that's all.

My brother wouldn't harm
anyone, Mr. Barnaby.

Patrick Panaman cut a lot of corners
in his business dealings.

He could have upset quite
a few people.

Are you a member of the Spiritualist
Church, Ms.

-Marr?
-Me?
-No.

I'm as a healer.

Oh.

Well, that woman thinks she can heal
people, too, in her own way.

But she can't.

Lighting candles and sitting in the
dark, no one does that anymore.

I'm sorry, who are we talking about?

Rosetta Price.

She's a, uh, she's the medium.

The Fletcher's Cross Spirit
of Friendship

group is good for one thing
only, scaring people.

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A blunt force injury to the
back of the skull with a

full thickness laceration of the
inner aspect of the scalp.

No defensive wounds?

No, he didn't see it coming.

The shape of the striking
object matches the

laceration, and this was
definitely the object.

What about the wrists?

Slashed with a thin blade.

Kitchen knife, maybe?

Packing knife?

And that could have been done
coolly and methodically.

Oh, yes.

So what kind of person
are we looking for?

Don't know yet.

But here's a bit of a puzzle.

In our game, nothing surprises
us anymore, right, Tom?

I would have thought that would have
applied to undertakers as well.

But this fellow was given a hell
of a shock before he died.

Durang, they saw a ghost.

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Well, the cottage belonged to the
railway back in Victorian times.

The old line is just beyond
those trees there.

What, you mean you get trains
thundering past?

No, not anymore.

You get the old steam train.

I quite like this.

I'm told that line's been extended
to Midsomer Mallow.

Yep, they're all set to celebrate it.

Some enthusiasts are hoping
to link up with the main

line again someday, put Fletcher's
Cross back on the map.

I love this cottage.

Has it always been in your family?

Yes, ever since they were sold
off by the railways.

Shall we ask Tom to come
with us tonight?

There's a spirit of friendship
group meeting this evening.

Elizabeth has asked me to go with her.

I'll tell you something.

I've heard a lot about the spirit
of friendship group lately.

I'll pass if you don't mind, but,
uh, you go, Joyce, you go.

Mr. John Whittle?

Yeah?

Afternoon, dear sir.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Scott.

We believe you did quite a few
jobs for Patrick Pennington.

That's right.

You got any complaints?

Well, if I have, they're not going
to do me much good now, are they?

What sort of jobs did you do for him?

Anything cheap and cheerful
that he could

cover with a bit of cloth
and a few flowers.

Uh, coffin trestles, mostly.

And a few coffins made of hardboard.

Hardboard?

Well, he said they were temporary
jobs, but I have

heard they've been used during
the odd cremation ceremony.

In what way?

Well, you know how it is.

Organ's still playing, loved
one's still weeping.

Bit of a switch he's made, isn't it?

When?

Once the expensive mahogany number
has passed through that curtain.

That's why.

Oh, you bung the right people
a tenner or two.

Who's to know?

Oh, I don't miss much that
goes on in this village.

Mr. Whittle, what can you tell
us about James Gris?

Not a lot.

Don't see much of him these days.

Pennyman and Gris.

That was a partnership made in hell.

James in trouble?

Why should he be?

Because he had a short fuse.

That's why.

You got any idea where
we can find him?

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Obviously, our Mr. Pennyman upset
someone in particular.

Yeah, I'd say so, sir.

Dissatisfied customer?

By the sounds of things, there
must have been a few of them.

Well, they know they
were being cheated.

He was an undertaker, not a grocer.

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Where does this railway
go to these days?

Oh, not very far, just
a couple of villages.

Used to link up to the main line
in the days before bleaching.

But now, like most of old England.

It's just a heritage site.

Can I help you?

Hello, Tom.

Police been to see you yet?

Yeah.

Why?

Just wondered.

Told them all I know,
which isn't much.

And I was also wondering why you left
the meeting early last night.

I had things to do.

Anyway, that's my business.

Did you tell the police
why you left early?

They didn't ask.

Patrick Pennyman was enough to drive
any sane man around the bend.

If I worked with him any longer,
I'd have done him harm.

Why?

Well, I wanted to expand the business,

prove the service, but
he'd have none of it.

He didn't like spending money.

By the way, who's doing the funeral?

I have no idea.

We've been told you almost came
to blows on one occasion.

On more than one occasion.

Did you kill him, Mr. Bruce?

No.

Can you tell us where you were
early yesterday evening?

What time?

Say, between 6.30 and 8.30?

I'd been having a bath,
and then supper.

Can anyone corroborate that?

No.

What are you going to do, arrest me?

Hey, come on, you want to
stand back here, look.

So apart from yourself, who else would
want to harm Patrick Penning?

Plenty.

And nobody I can put a name to.

You see, the man was the next
best thing to a criminal.

How do you mean?

Let's just say he didn't
see the point in

people being buried along
with the valuables.

Or anything that would
affect a bob or two.

I once saw him help himself to a new
suit and a fine pair of brogues.

What did you do with them?

Sold them on, of course.

Would anyone else have
known about this?

It's possible.

Um, could I ask you, please,
as an ex-undertaker,

what do you think of the local
spiritualist church?

Well, a daft lot, but they've
never bothered me.

Did they ever bother
Patrick Penningman?

I heard him call them a few
names from time to time.

And then again, I thought something like
reincarnation was more his style.

I could have buried him twice.

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Hi.

Elizabeth.

Just couldn't keep away, could you?

That's Rosetta.

She often uses a spirit guide.

She was a young Victorian servant
girl called Charlotte.

She was putting coals on a fire
when her dress caught alight.

No one was there to save her.

As usual, let us start with a prayer.

Great Spirit, we welcome you.

Place a pyramid of protection
over this building

and around every home represented
here this evening.

This is boar night, or peacock oar.

Look at its colors.

It's beautiful.

Well, you must try to find
a friend within it,

because peacock oar is a
great healer for grief.

Take a deep breath.

There is an energy source that
flows through the cosmos.

Let the energy flow.

Do you know what the problem
was with Patrick and me?

No.

What?

It was our sex life.

You see, it had been a
failure for years.

I could never really stand
him putting his

hands on me after he'd been
touching the dead.

Just try to relax.

Let the energy flow.

Let the energy heal.

I have a message from someone
now, a resident in spirit.

Is it my Michael,

or Ma Martin?

Recently.

A heart condition took him over
to spirit quite recently.

Martin.

My husband, Martin.

He died three weeks ago.

Well, even though Martin has
now left the physical,

he's coming to you from spirit
with a great deal of love.

Shot.

So I'm not dead.

There's someone here tonight whose
loved one is an avenging angel.

And that avenging angel

is here in the village.

investigating death.

Searching for those who have sinned!

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It happened again at the meeting.

There was another warning.

I don't want to hear it.

Why do you insist on going
to that place?

You know you're wasting your time
going there, don't you?

Mum isn't coming back.

She could be dead.

She could be trying to
send us a message.

Joyce, it is a con trick, isn't it?

It's got to be.

But how could she come by
information like that?

Well, I don't know.

Getting information, that's for sure.

I bet it's sort of this side
of the great divide.

It might just be an inspired guess.

It was a damn good guess.

Remember, Joyce, it is
a little village.

People pick things up.

And they know that I'm there conducting
an investigation.

Mind you, I've been called
many things in

my time, but never, never
an avenging angel.

It's not funny, Tom.

I was really scared.

I'll never go there again.

Rosetta, do you think
we could manage a

clairvoyant demonstration at Midsomer
Worthy Memorial Hall?

When?

Thursday the 18th, three pound a head,
tea and biscuits included.

I should think so.

Rosetta.

Last night, it was a warning
about sorrow.

And tonight, it was another warning.

Well, we don't want to
upset the people

that have come to us for
help, now do we?

That's not what we're here for.

Eve, I'm not a fraud.

No, of course not.

Occasionally I make it happy for them.

I tell them I see flowers and birds and
loved ones walking in lush fields.

But when I'm in a state of trance, I've
no control over the proceedings.

You must know that.

Oh, I do?

Good.

So, how did we do?

One of those recent funerals, sir.

I spoke to a Mrs. Ferguson
and her husband.

Pennyman directed a service
for the lady's sister.

-When was that?
-A month ago.

They're very happy with the
way you handle things.

Same with the, uh, Cottrell family.

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Jenny, that was just, um,
just a little bit sharp.

And I think we all need to work
harder on our enunciation.

So, let's try that bit
again, shall we?

Mrs. Burgess?

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I remember David and Rosemary Key, although
I didn't know them that well.

They seemed to be devoted
to each other.

Did you know the daughter?

No.

I knew they had a child, but I
believe she left the area.

It's a shared grave.

David Key died first, then
his wife sometime later.

Patrick Penniman was in charge
of both funeral services.

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Cully?

This is my friend, Elizabeth.

-Hello, Cully.
-Hi.

Hello, Mr. Marr.

Can I give you a reading, Mr. Barnaby?

Can you give me what?

From the stones.

I can tell you all about yourself.

Perhaps there are certain
things I shouldn't know.

Well, that's the whole point.

Thank you, but no thank you.

How's Mrs. Penniman?

Still in a bit of a state.

I've asked her to come
here later today.

Might cheer her up a bit.

Good.

That's not another church
roof fund, is it?

No, no, no.

Not this time, no. This
is for our railway.

Much more important.

There you go.

You're very kind.

This is great.

I didn't know Fletcher's Cross
had its own station.

This is Mr. Gris's pride and joy.

Who?

Check the uniform.

Elizabeth here.

Yes, um, she's at the bookstore.

She ever talk to you about her family?

No, I don't think so.

Why?

Does she have to?

Oh, no, I suppose not.

I must mingle.

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Oh, I've got such a bad back, Anne.

Have you now?

Mm, perhaps I, perhaps I could
try some of your healing.

I've heard a lot about it.

Is it, is it hands on?

No, it isn't.

Oh, that's a shame.

Ronald, get your hands off me.

Do you want me to tell Sylvia?

She'd never believe you.

Oh

So, a couple more miles of track
and we can reconnect with

Causton, which means that one of these
days we can rejoin the main line.

Don't listen to him.

It'll never happen.

You just want to come this way,
I can show you the sheds.

Hello, Elizabeth.

Hello, Tom.

What have you bought?

-Oh.
-Historical novels.

Escapism?

-Mm.
-I prefer the past.

Oh.

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Ladies, would you care to make
a small contribution?

Never, ever shake your
tin at those people.

We don't need their money.

Four.

Four.

Elizabeth.

-Ah.
-I've just been talking to Tom.

Oh.

Um, I'm going to go now.

Would you come and see
me this evening?

I'd like to talk to you
about something.

Is anything wrong?

No, everything's fine.

You've chosen well.

This is Herkimer, the ultimate
attunement stone.

Right.

It's often given as a keepsake to people
who are travelling or moving away.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Stand well back please,
ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you. If you wouldn't mind taking
a few paces back for your own safety.

Thank you.

Just take a few paces back.

Everyone can see.

Who's that woman?

That's Rosetta.

She's from the Spiritualist Church.

She's the mediator.

Even though I'd moved away,
it was still very close.

This was their home.

I love them both dearly.

My father died just over
a year ago, and my

mother died of a heart attack
a few months later.

I'm so sorry.

Sit.

She used to ring me almost every
day after Dad's death.

She was very excited with
her bits of news.

You see, she joined the Fletcher's
Cross Spiritualist Group.

They killed her.

What?

She went to them for comfort, Joyce.

And they frightened her.

They told her things about my
father that not even I knew.

That scared her.

It made her ill.

She told me that just before she died.

But Tom thinks whatever it is Rosetta Price
is up to, it's a big con trick.

Yeah, I expect it is.

So that's the real reason you're
going to these meetings?

Yes.

I want to expose them.

And that's not the only thing that's going
on in this godforsaken village.

My mother used to wear this, always.

She was hardly ever seen without it.

Belonged to her mother.

It's lovely.

I asked for her to be buried
without brooch.

I wanted her never to be
separated from it.

But she was.

Yes.

A few weeks later, I was here
sorting out the probate.

I saw this.

It was for sale in an antique shop.

Why don't we meet up in Causton
tomorrow have some lunch?

Oh, yes, let's do that

-Night.
-Take care, now.

-That's all.
-We'll be back later.

Yeah.

The postman found the body
early this morning, sir.

Front door's open.

Lights are still on in the house.

Anybody else inside, Julie?

No, Sarge. We took a look.
The postman said the

occupier's name is Elizabeth Key,
but there's no ID on the body.

We don't need any.

This is Elizabeth Key.

I knew her.

When you said that you
knew her, sir...

She was Joyce's friend.

And I believe she was conducting
her own kind of investigation.

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Well, nothing's been disturbed,
but it looks

like she had a visitor.

Hmm, at least one.

And I know who that was.

Did you see anyone when you left
the cottage last night?

Was Elizabeth expecting anyone else?

She didn't say.

Joyce, we've got to find the person
responsible for this.

I know.

Before it happens again.

Now, Elizabeth told you
she wanted revenge.

No.

Not revenge.

She wanted some answers.

Justice from who, in particular?

She said she'd been asking questions.

Around the village?

Yes.

Did she give any names?

She mentioned the Spiritualist Church.

The same method of killing
as the last time.

From behind, then her
wrists were slashed.

We may find a striking weapon.

Could have been thrown away somewhere.

Brick, maybe.

Piece of piping.

What about the knife?

Didn't find it last time.

Don't suppose we'll find it this.

It's odd, though.

What's odd?

Well, the attempt at making the death
look like suicide is pathetic.

There's no knife by the body, blows to
the back of the head in both cases.

What do you mean? As if someone's just
playing with being the murderer.

Yeah, possibly enjoying themselves.

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I'm Rosetta's assistant
and her secretary.

Is she here?

She's just completing her meditation.

I'll get her.

Where do all the spirits go to
in the daytime, I wonder?

This place and the funeral parlor,

there's got to be a connection,
hasn't there?

Elizabeth Key obviously
thought there was one.

Rosetta, this is Chief
Inspector Barnaby.

And Sergeant Scott, was it?

Sergeant Scott.

Yeah.

Good morning.

We are making inquiries into
the death of Elizabeth Key.

Did you know her?

I don't think so, no.

We're told she attended
some of your meetings.

I can't be expected to
know the name of

everyone who comes to me
for help and guidance.

How did she die?

She was murdered.

Well, I'm very sorry to hear
that, but how can I help?

Elizabeth Key's mother
also came to your

meetings after the death of her
husband, Mr. David Key.

So what's wrong with that?

A lot of bereaved people come to us.

Oh, I'm sure they do.

But you see, Mrs. Key died
of a heart failure

shortly after attending
one of your sessions.

So what do you expect me to do, run a health
check on everyone who comes here?

Rosetta tries to help people feel
better, Chief Inspector.

Does that include vulnerable people?

Does that include suggestible people?

I believe Elizabeth Key came
here to confront you.

Well, you're wrong.

Because she was convinced that
something seen, said, or

heard here in this place precipitated
the death of her mother.

Oh, yes, I do seem to
remember some woman

shouting the odds after
one of our meetings.

And was that woman Elizabeth Key?

I wouldn't know.

I was coming out of my
trance at the time.

We still have further inquiries
to make, Miss Price.

So I'd rather you didn't leave the
village for the time being.

I am sorry about that.

She's not been at her best lately.

A lot of strange things
have been happening.

-Really?
-What kind of things?

Her spirit guide has
become very angry.

It just won't behave itself.

Whether or not it could actually
harm anyone, I'm not sure.

When's the next meeting?

This evening.

Unfortunately, sir, we can't arrest a ghost
for scaring an old lady to death.

Hey, Scott, you go back to
the office, would you?

Run some checks on Rosetta Price.

I'm going to take a little stroll
around the village.

Yes, sir.

I'm going to positively express
myself under these conditions.

People asking endless questions.

I feel like I'm being pushed
into a corner.

I can't operate like that.

Of course you can't.

I'm worried about the Midsomer
Worthy booking.

If you're not allowed to
leave the village.

Oh, to hell with Midsomer Worthy.

Ronald,

I've just heard.

Heard what?

There's been another murder
here in the village.

Surely not.

-Who?
-A woman in Shilling Lane.

She was found in a pool of
blood in her own garden.

Thanks.

Oh, John, there's a job going, if you

want to give the heritage
officer a quote.

What is it?

Signal box steps by the old holding
yard need replacing.

All right.

I'll take a look.

Oh, I'm there most days.

Still busy with that little
railway of yours?

Missing out, then, aren't you?

Surprised you're not hanging around
your old place of work.

What are you talking about?

Janet Pennyman.

Up for grabs now, isn't she?

A poor woman's in mourning.

What difference does that make?

You just shut your mouth, John, or
I'll take my trade elsewhere.

-Me?
-Why?
-What have I said?

And don't act the innocent with me.

You're the biggest troublemaker
in this village.

Least I'm not a grown man
playing with toy trains.

Oi! Don't you think there's been enough
violence in this village already?

Hello again, Mr. Whittle.

Oh, hello.

I take it that Eve Whittle
is your wife, yeah?

Yes, why?

Just paid a visit to the
spiritualist church.

You're not one of that sort, are you?

I took you from ore down
to earth sort of thing.

Yeah, I am. I just do a
few odd jobs for them.

So you don't build disappearing
cabinets and trap doors then?

No, nothing like that.

Hey, how do they do it?

Do what?

Well, you must have sat through
a few of those sessions.

How do they manage to
tell people certain

very private things about
their lost loved ones?

Don't know.

Ask them.

So whoever did it was waiting here?

Yeah.

Watching us?

Yes.

Joyce, if you didn't see anyone,
did you hear anything at all?

Like what?

Like footsteps or sound
of a vehicle, perhaps?

-No.
-Huh?

We'll go around the back, come on.

Rosetta Price's assistant
seems to think there's

some sort of spirit guide and
something to do with this.

That's ridiculous.

Of course it is. Was the spirit guide there
at the meeting when you were there?

Yes.

It's the spirit of a young girl.

And what was it really?

Somebody dressed up?

No, it wasn't.

It's just a voice.

It's a different voice.

It comes from Rosetta.

Joyce, do you see anything
different about

this room from when you were
here with Elizabeth?

Anything moved?

Anything changed?

I don't think so.

We were sitting here.

She talked about her parents.

We were having lunch today.

I can't believe this.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, there's that brooch.

Brooch?

Yes.

Elizabeth wanted it to
be buried with her

mother, but then later she saw
it for sale in a shop.

Did she now?

Joyce, I imagine you've had enough of
a spiritualist meeting, haven't you?

Yes.

But what if I went with you?

No, Tom, I won't do it.

For Elizabeth's sake?

I was wondering if you'd
ever seen that before.

No.

Why?

Where would I have seen it?

Well, I don't know, maybe here,
in your husband's office.

I don't understand.

That is a personal effect of someone
your husband, um, laid to rest.

Oh, then I would never have
been allowed to see it.

Patrick kept things like
that to himself.

Did he?

Yes.

OK.

Thank you.

Hey, it was good to see you at the, uh,
railway celebration the other day.

Yeah, well, friends said it would do
me good to get out and about a bit.

Well, your friends are right.

Take my mind off things.

Yeah.

Eve, that copper called
by at the workshop.

Mr. Barnaby?

Hm.

What did he want?

He was asking something
about a brooch.

So many things seem to be going
wrong at the moment.

Rosetta's been told not
to leave the village.

Bet that made her happy.

Do you know something
that I don't know?

No.

But you know everything that goes
on in Fletcher's Cross.

Not this time, love.

Are you telling me the truth?

Yes, love.

Look, I'm sorry you're
gonna have to start

without me tonight, but
I've got things to do.

I'll catch up with you later.

All right.

Eh?

Mwah.

Um, what?

Well, I don't know whether
I can, but...

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be there.

Okay, bye.

Are you going to the meeting?

No.

You always go.

I'm not sorry.

I've got to go and meet somebody.

John's going to be late.

He's got things to do.

All right.

And that policeman's back.

Chief Inspector Barnaby.

He's sitting in the audience.

Elle?

L Word

Oh, is it a name beginning with L?

Oh, Charlotte, won't you help me?

Where are you, Charlotte?

Is is it the name Laura is is there
a Laura this side of life?

Yes.

Yes

A loved one is telling me something.

A loved one is showing me something.

Someone who's passed over.

Tattoo?

Yes, a tattoo on the forearm?

Help me, Charlotte.

Help me, help me.

Lights, please.

I do apologize, but Rosetta
must rest now.

And so we must end the meeting.

Let us close with a prayer.

They should give people
their money back.

I wonder why the meeting was stopped.

It's obvious to us.

Rosetta was doing a number,
probably because we

were in the audience, didn't
want to commit herself.

But that sound, that was frightening.

Hidden speakers?

A tattoo, yeah, or a birthmark.

That'll do just as well.

And the odd name or two.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking, Joyce, about acquired knowledge
and where it comes from.

Dude, stop!

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Morning, Scott.

Sir.

Oh, I checked out Rosetta Price.

She's got no convictions.

However, there is some information
about her online.

Thank you.

Says she's highly respected amongst
spiritualist groups.

She often gets a favorable mention
among the psychic news.

Does she?

Uh-huh. Oh, and this is the information
you asked for from Pennyman's office.

Thank you.

It's all just in reading.

Yes, Scott.

The same MO, but this time, the blow
from behind could have killed him.

It's quite a wound.

Any idea how long he's been here?

Can't say yet.

Probably overnight.

Right, Scott, will you find out where
Mr. James Gris is working, please?

Yes, sir.

Oh, John.

John.

You stupid, stupid man.

He's always so kind to me, but
he annoyed a lot of people.

Annoyed someone enough
to do that to him?

I suppose so, but that's the kind of

world we're living in these
days, isn't it?

Everyone gets angry so quickly
over nothing at all.

Can you think of someone, anyone,
who would want to harm him?

Um, Emily here can stay with you.

But have you got any family, a
friend who can be with you?

Rosetta will be here soon.

Oh.

I believe in her, you know.

John didn't, but I do, always have.

But surely it's just, uh, trickery.

Trickery?

No.

Sometimes she gets a bit of help.

Otherwise it wouldn't be much
of a show, would it?

Yeah, what sort of help?

Just help.

But most of its real Strange
things do happen.

I Felt it.

I Felt the energy

And I've seen the Aurum.

Like a warm, bright light.

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Mr. Griss, can we have a word?

About what?

We're investigating a
death on the tracks.

The dead man is John Whittle.

John Whittle, you say?

Afraid so.

Oh, I never liked the man.

I wouldn't wish that on him.

Why didn't you like him?

He was a troublemaker.

What was he doing down here?

That's what we'd like to know.

Did he get by the engine or what?

No.

He was murdered.

Murdered?

Where were you last night, Mr. Griss?

Home, of course.

And what about during the evening?

I was here till late, working
on the track.

Packed it in when it got too dark.

Was anybody else working with you?

No.

Now, wait a minute.

I didn't kill him.

You've admitted you didn't
like the man.

Yesterday, you were arguing with him
in the street, and now he's dead.

I wouldn't kill the man.

I couldn't do that.

Did you see anybody else
yesterday evening?

I told you I was working alone.

Yeah, but did you see anybody?

Yeah, I did.

I saw Thomas Marr.

He was down on the track.

He seemed like he was
looking for someone.

And then he just walked off.

What time was that?

About half seven, something like that.

Miss Myer, good afternoon to you.

Is your brother in?

Yes.

Could you get him for me?

Thomas!

Mr. Marr, could I have a
word with you, please?

Should you lock up for a bit?

um he is my brother i would

like to stay yes all right

Mr. Marr, Thomas, I'd like
to take you back

to the evening when Patrick
Penniman was killed.

You told us that you'd left the
spiritualist meeting early.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

To come home.

Sure you didn't go to
the funeral, pal?

Of course not.

Thomas, you obviously think
a lot of your sister.

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

Well, if she's so against the spiritualist
church, why do you go?

We never knew our father, and our mother
walked out on us when we were kids.

We don't know whether
she's dead or alive.

That's why Thomas goes
to those meetings.

He's hoping for some sort of message.

But you didn't go to the spiritualist
meeting last night, did you?

Though we do know where you did go.

You went to the old railway
line, didn't you?

Is that right?

Is that right?

I had this phone call asking me to go down
to the level crossing at Rams Lane.

I was told that if I did, I might
hear something to my advantage.

But there was no one there.

Who made the phone call?

Who was it, Mr. Murr?

But that's ridiculous.

Why would I want to meet Thomas
Marr in the middle of nowhere?

Because you had some
good news for him.

What good news?

-Sorry.
-I didn't ring him.

Perhaps you should check where
the call came from.

We have. It was from a phone box in the
square, just a short walk from here.

I can assure you it wasn't me.

Thomas must have made a mistake.

He's like that.

He often got things wrong when
he worked for my husband.

Sergeant Scott here tells me that your

husband never wanted you involved
with the business.

That's right.

Yet you still had access to his
business files and records.

If I wish, yes.

But they were of no interest to me.

Oh, of course not.

Mr. Barnaby, I think these questions
are a little unfair.

I'm still mourning the
death of my husband.

Yes, of course.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Burgess.

Just a little something for you,
Janet, in your hour of need.

I feel quite moved.

The neighbours have been
so kind and...

...thoughtful.

Mrs. Burgess?

Is your husband at home?

No.

Where is he?

He's in the church.

Bye.

Mr. Burgess.

Yes?

Mr. Barnaby.

We were wondering if you had
anything to tell us.

About what?

About Patrick Pennyman?

No.

Or about a little something or other for
Janet Pennyman in her hour of need.

Now, what's wrong with that?

How many other little
somethings have you

two been enjoying since
Mr. Pennyman died?

You've no right to talk
to me in that way.

Or had it been going on before then?

I'm a married man.

Yes, indeed you are, Mr. Burgess.

But not a very happy one, I'd say.

And Janet Pennyman, she didn't have
much of a domestic life, did she?

Not with that husband of hers.

So I reckon you'd make a fine pair.

Your wife's not here, Mr. Burgess, but
we can go and fetch her if you like.

Did Janet Penniman lead you on?

-No, no.
-Of course she didn't.

Then why was John Whittle killed?

How would I know?

Well, John Whittle used to work
from time to time for Patrick

Penniman, which means
he'd have gone to

the funeral parlor on
various occasions.

Now, did he see something
he shouldn't have seen?

Did he catch you at it?

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Knowing John Whittle, he wouldn't
have let that rest, would he?

So what did he want, something
in exchange?

Little sexual favor or two
from Janet, was that it?

And of course, you couldn't let
that happen, could you?

Has Janet told you this?

As good as.

So what did she do?

Lure him to the railway line in the same
way Thomas Marr was asked to go there?

Thomas Marr, James Griss.

They made perfect suspects,
didn't they?

What did you hit the man with?

Did you find something suitable
by the railway line?

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Before I say anything, how
much has Janet told you?

Just about everything.

You know, she was great to be with.

Now, you still don't know he's dead,

so you go about your business.

Why?

Because when the police start asking
questions, you'll have the answers.

Right.

So you get a supper ready, then you go
back downstairs, you call out to him.

Ah, true.

You make sure there's people outside
in the street when the time comes.

People who will come and help you.

Then I cry on their shoulders.

You pour your heart out.

We had such fun together.

♪

It appears that your husband was a
very thorough man, Mrs. Penniman.

He left very detailed accounts of all

those he laid to rest and
of their next of kin.

Do you recognize it?

Yes.

Is that your handwriting?

Yes.

We found this in your writing desk.

It's a list of all the distinguishing marks
on those your husband laid to rest.

Would you like me to read it to you?

No.

Well, it mentions things like

tattoos, scars, birthmarks, all

dated and set against the names,
the ages, sex of the deceased.

Do you know Rosetta Price?

I've heard of her.

Have you ever helped her?

How could I have helped her?

By selling her information like this.

I'm sure it was very useful to her.

It meant she could give
absolutely accurate

descriptions of those who
had crossed over.

And so, one name in particular.

David Key.

It mentions a small,
white birthmark on

his body, almost in the
shape of a dove.

Now, apart from, say, his doctor, only

his loved ones would have
known about this.

His wife's name was Rosemary Key.

And this information, given
out at one of those

spiritualist meetings, made her
ill, made her very ill.

And in fact, it killed her.

That's got nothing to do with me.

Oh, but it has.

Because someone decided to
do some investigating.

And that someone was the daughter
of Mr. and Mrs. Key.

And Rosetta Price wasn't the only
person she went to see.

I've, uh, one or two things to talk
to you about, Mr. Veneman.

She must have been a hell of a nuisance
to you, going on and on about

some missing brooch, still asking questions
even after your husband died.

Couldn't have her forever on
your doorstep, could you?

So she had to be got rid of.

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How much has Ronald told you?

Quite a lot.

What does that mean?

All right, then.

He's prepared to take the blame.

Dear Ronald,

that man made such a difference
to my life.

What's funny?

The look on Patrick's face when
he caught us together.

I don't think I'll ever forget that.

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I'm not 100% certain about your
interview technique, Scott.

It certainly gets results.

Thank you, sir.

Not somebody you picked
up on the net, is it?

Could be.

Do you want to go back there?

No, I quite like it here.

Good.

I think I might change my job, though.

What?

There's a shortage of funeral
directors in the area.

I could make a fortune.

I suppose we'll have to close down
the friendship group now.

Yes.

Charlotte won't like it.

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