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(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

Herzlichen gluckwunsch, schatzchen.

That's very impressive. What does it mean?

I hope it means "happy birthday, darling."

Oh, well, I never thought I'd be spending it in Switzerland.

I thought it would do us good to get away for a bit.

I knew there was something bothering you.

Is it the Clyde Sowden case?

I still can't believe they're saying you made a mistake

and put the wrong man behind bars.

It'll blow over. Now let's make a toast.

Yeah, but when do you hear back on his permission to appeal request?

Next week. That soon?

Sarah, Sowden was guilty 17 years ago

and he remains guilty today.

Now, here's to you.

Herzlichen gluckwunsch, schatzchen.

(CHUCKLES)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

Nora, I didn't know you were on board today.

It was Harmony's idea. How fortunate.

Only I was hoping we could have a little tete a tete.

You know, I thought we could iron a few things out.

I'm really sorry, Fabian,

but I've got to sort out a few things of my own first.

She has not been herself lately.

Yes, and it's proving to be a bit of a problem.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Place it, don't throw it!

Sorry, Chef. It's not the Olympics.

Josh, try not to spill on the customers, alright?

It's not my fault, Dad. It's the train.

(SOFTLY) I think that's Harmony Hunter.

BARNABY: Harmony who?

I've got a pile of her novels by my bedside.

Don't you notice anything? She writes murder mysteries.

Thank you.

Didn't like the soup?

Uh... It's a bit, um, watery for me. John!

My husband's palate has yet to be educated.

(LAUGHS) Ignorance is bliss in this game.

Excuse me.

Is that Harmony Hunter? You know her?

Or of her. Um, do you think she'd mind

if I went over and asked for an autograph?

Why would you want to do that?

She writes books. It's not like she's a proper celeb.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

WOMAN: Just fill the glass.

Oh, sweetheart. Steady on.

You alright, Nora?

I'm sitting here with my husband and my two best friends

and I never felt more disillusioned.

And that is... service.

OK. I'll be out in a minute. Come on, come on.

Timing is everything.

Sorry, but you need to hear this. All of you do.

Here we are. Four Swiss glazed ribs.

Excuse me. My apologies. And I would never normally do this,

but I just wanted to say how much I love your books.

Oh, that's really kind. Thank you so much.

In fact... Well, I've been getting a bit impatient

waiting for the next one. Oh, it's...

It's coming. Trust me.

Welcome to the Swiss Alps.

And if one amazing trip isn't enough,

let me take your tastebuds on another wondrous voyage.

I was in Bern, and I was assaulted,

in the best possible way,

by an aroma and a dream.

Months of thought, trial and error,

and here we are.

My deconstructed

and reconstructed version of Swiss glazed ribs.

Please enjoy.

(APPLAUSE)

Oh, cheers, Harmony! Sorry.

Sorry. Brilliant.

Won't be a minute.

Excuse me, a quick word.

(CLATTER)

Nora.

Nora!

(GASPS)

Don't move. I've got you.

(ALARM RINGS)

John.

Ambulance, please.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

I don't think she's breathing. And the police.

You OK?

Barely.

That poor woman, John.

I'm afraid you're gonna have to stay for questioning.

Of course.

Well, for what it's worth, happy birthday.

I was going to pop round later with a card.

Come with a large brandy? It does now.

Would you like to come with me?

I thought you might need that, sir.

Believe it or not,

I was in Switzerland half an hour ago.

Sir?

It looks like the rib entered the ear canal,

then penetrated both the eardrum

and the temporal bone that protects the brain.

The killer managed to do that in the dark.

In the dark? We were in a tunnel when it happened.

It was part of the illusion.

I doubt it was for more than 10 or 12 seconds.

So whoever did this was sitting at her table then?

FLEUR: Not necessarily.

We found this on the floor over there.

Is that the one that Sarah used to try to help the victim?

We'd already bagged that one.

I'd say this is the one the killer used

to hold the rib with.

And this is, what, five, six feet away?

And if you know the layout well enough,

you can reach the victim's table, grab the rib,

do the deed, and get back to your own seat...

...in no time at all.

So he was sitting at this table, then?

There was a couple. It might not matter.

The killer could be crafty

and have placed the napkin there on purpose.

Or threw it from the victim's table. Either way...

...you've got your work cut out.

This is unbelievable. How has this happened?

Can you think of anyone on board

who your wife might have upset recently?

You clearly didn't know Nora.

She would do anything to not upset people.

I used to say to her, "Stick up for yourself,"

but she never did.

Apart from with Harmony, of course.

Harmony Hunter?

Were there problems between them?

All I know is that

they hadn't been getting along lately,

which was unusual for them.

What was your relationship to Nora, Mrs Hunter?

Sorry. Sorry, I'm...

I'm having trouble taking this in.

Harmony and Nora were best friends.

Though not recently.

I just heard that you and Nora haven't been on speaking terms.

Well, it was nothing a-a spot of lunch couldn't fix.

Why did you fall out? Fall out, it's a bit strong.

Mrs Hunter?

The thing is...

I may have intimated that I thought Maxwell

was not the right man for her.

Among other things, I felt he was bleeding her dry financially.

Nora told you as much?

It's what friends don't say that you learn to listen to.

And how were things between you during the lunch?

A bit frosty to begin with,

but we were getting there, weren't we? Until...

Did you happen to tell anyone else

that you were having lunch with Nora today?

Don't think so. Why?

It's a possibility that someone on board

may have known that you'd invited Nora to lunch.

And decided to kill her. Um...

It's so obvious when you put it like that.

I'll speak to the chef while you talk to Sarah.

Sir. Sorry. Excuse me.

Uh...

I know how this is going to sound

and strike me down for being so vulture-ish,

um, you might not know this, but I'm a novelist,

and I was wondering if I could trail you on this case.

Made some notes.

I'm a stickler for research

and they say the truth is everything in fiction.

I'm afraid I can't see that happening.

Really? Because, and again, strike me down,

this... this is a mystery to die for.

Sorry. That's a terrible choice of words.

And I'm obviously still in shock, but you know what I mean.

We have work to do, Mrs Hunter.

Is she serious? I'm afraid she might be.

Not a good lunch today.

Shouldn't we start cancelling tonight's bookings?

Look, I understand that you're in shock,

but I can't end up in hock, so let's just suck it up, yeah?

Do you have a moment, Mr Digby?

Do we have to do this now? I have to prep for tonight.

I very much doubt you'll be opening later.

Oh, come on.

You seem to be more upset about that

than about Mrs Monroe's murder.

Look... (SIGHS)

They're both a tragedy.

Tell me, do the lights always go off like that?

Always. It's part of the immersive experience.

You fell over when we were in the tunnel.

I...I get dizzy in the dark. So I try and time it

so I can steady myself against the carriage wall.

So you know exactly when the tunnel is approaching?

Everyone does who works here.

Till the menu changes

and tomorrow we go to Canada through the Rockies.

Today's the last day of the Switzerland Experience.

Presumably the last day of ribs being served as well.

Indeed.

Tomorrow it'll be moose-based casserole.

I think the moose might have to wait, Mr Digby.

So, um, you were standing where exactly

when Nora was murdered?

No more than two feet away from the table.

I was telling Harmony Hunter how much I love her novels.

Hm.

Wait, am I a suspect?

Well, theoretically,

but I'm sure we can rule you out.

I should hope so.

So you, uh, you tried to help her, is that right?

Yeah. The gentleman sat next to her at the table had just left. So...

And you didn't see or hear anything

or feel someone brush past you when you went in the tunnel?

No. All I heard was a loud crash.

Mm.

Anyway, I think that's us done.

OK. There's one other thing, actually.

When the chef came out to tell people how great he was,

everyone applauded

except for the woman that was killed.

Huh.

You think she was trying to make a point?

Yeah, I'd say that's exactly what she was doing.

Hmm.

Hey. Hey!

I just heard about Nora. Are you OK?

Me? I'm more worried about you.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

It's Adeline, isn't it?

That's me. And you are?

Jerome. Jerome Peace.

I'm Tyson's stepbrother.

Uh, did you take the booking for Harmony Hunter?

I always take the bookings.

In that case,

I'd like the names of the couple who were sitting at the table

across from my wife and I.

The vicar and her hot date? Don't know him.

He's never been on before.

I think she means Verity and Fabian.

And they're actually best friends. He runs the museum over there.

I'll get a car to take you home. Thank you.

I'm sorry we didn't quite manage to get away.

It's not your fault,

but maybe next year we should just stick to the pub.

(CHUCKLES)

Mrs B might have given us something, sir.

She felt there was something off between Nora and the chef.

He's certainly not mourning her.

Well, we'd better interview the two remaining diners.

Two? But we've only got one here.

Well, there was also a vicar on board.

Well, where is he? She, Winter.

But you're right.

Where is she?

TYSON: Here we go.

Oh.

Takings down at the restaurant?

It's all there, thank you very much.

If you are untrustworthy with worldly wealth,

who will trust you with true riches of heaven?

Luke 16:11.

You're seriously gonna lay that on me?

You of all people. (SCOFFS)

Just make sure everything's sorted for later.

I see I'm not the only one seeking religious succour.

It's a terrible thing to have happened.

Yeah...

I'm in bits. Mm.

In honour of Nora?

I will fetch some cups.

No, it's... It's a terrible loss. Nora was a big part of the village.

Did you know her well?

Uh, more so lately

what with the auction

and her burning desire to sell off the steam engines.

Did she say why she had to sell them?

Well, who am I to question the owner?

You didn't approve of what Nora was doing?

This museum used to belong to her aunt,

and she and I spent years and years

building the steam engine collection.

And when she died, the museum fell into her lap.

Presumably, building the collection took a lot of hard work, Mr McQuade.

Oh, it was never work. It was... It's a joy.

This is a life's passion.

What happens now? The auction gets cancelled?

Ah, I see.

So you think that I killed Nora to stop the auction?

If anything, I would have

killed her leech of her husband, Maxwell.

He's the one I blame for the auction.

Nora would never have done this willingly.

He was clearly twisting her arm.

You don't get on with him?

He is a Philistine.

He's the one who turned that gorgeous railway carriage

into an appalling excuse for a restaurant.

And yet you went there for lunch.

Well, I had to see for myself what Maxwell and Tyson had done.

I thought I could use that desecration

to convince Nora to call off the auction.

Who knows what could happen to these engines?

They could be broken down for parts, dumped in a play area.

I mean, anything.

Did you know that Nora was lunching there today?

How could I?

You've clearly been in contact with her. She may have told you.

Well, she didn't,

so you're going to just have to take my word for that.

Have you seen this, sir?

Doesn't look anything like us. Hm.

Well, he was helpful.

Let's hope I have more luck with the vicar.

I'll get digging into Nora Monroe.

Is that a hearse? Yeah.

I've been dying to put one in the village.

Did you get it, Anselm? Dying. Hearse.

Is it really a time to be making jokes?

You seem more touchy than usual.

What did you tell the police?

Nothing of any note.

And I intend to keep it that way. So...

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

HARMONY: I'll do what I can...

(MUFFLED CHATTER)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, fabulous.

You've... you've had a change of heart.

I'll just, um... I'll get my notes.

I'm here to talk to, uh, Reverend Proudfoot, so,

if you don't mind, Mrs Hunter.

Oh, please, I beg you.

You see, it would be my tribute to Nora

and, you know, it's such a brilliant mystery, so.

Ah... OK. Um...

REVEREND: How can I help you?

Mrs Hunter.

Footsteps usually accompany you as you leave.

Oh, my God, that is such a good line.

I might borrow that for my next novel.

OK, sorry. I'm definitely leaving.

I mean, I'm just... I'm...

Consider me gone.

Thank you.

Do you have an office we could use?

Yes, um...

Of course. Oh, this is quite a collection.

Oh, well, we're-we're celebrating 500 years of Black Mallet,

so I asked people to send in photos,

and I took the sepia ones out of my attic.

Uh, these are some of Fabian's.

And these are Nora's.

God rest her soul.

You, uh, left the scene of a crime. Why was that?

Well, all I could think was to rush off

and start praying for Nora.

Did you know her well? Mm. We were great friends.

She was so good to the church.

Not shy in spreading her wealth when it was needed.

Uh, it may look self-congratulatory,

but I can assure you that's to remind me

to keep up the good work.

The more headlines I make, the more I can alert people

to all the worthy causes I'm involved in.

Including helping to rehabilitate ex-prisoners.

Uh, well, trust me,

some people need a bit of Verity Proudfoot in their lives.

(CHUCKLES)

Did you see or hear anything untoward on the train?

Uh, I don't know if this is relevant or not,

only Tyson, that's the chef,

was talking to Nora's husband,

and I clearly heard him tell Tyson

that if all goes to plan, things will be sorted very soon.

And moments later, Nora was dead.

(PHONE CHIMES) Oh.

Excuse me.

Winter. Get a lungful of that.

It smells like varnish. Clever lad.

It came from that chair there.

My dad told me to get that varnished before the lunch shift.

Which starts when exactly?

12. But I left it by the back door.

So someone moved it

and came on board before Nora was killed.

FLEUR: We'll find out who

when I lift the fingerprint.

Or Winter and I could just go and talk to them.

Ah, Mr Peace. We have reason to believe you went

on board Tracks sometime around 12:00 today.

You were wiping the varnish from your hand

when I spoke to you earlier.

Jerome! I can explain.

Right, wait there.

I didn't know. I really didn't.

Adeline got sent these recently. They're from Nora.

She tried to disguise it,

but I'd recognise her handwriting anywhere.

Why would Nora send threats? She denied it.

Just say it, Jerome.

Nora had it in for me. Can I...?

Thank you.

This still doesn't explain why you snuck on board.

I wanted to do this in front of Nora.

Sorry, if you don't mind,

this still doesn't explain why you had to sneak around.

I told Tyson what I was going to do,

but typical of him, he said it would put people off their lunch.

So I used the fire exit in case tried to stop me.

What do you say, Adeline?

Will you marry me?

Like I would say no to you.

Can you talk us through

why you didn't propose to Adeline earlier?

Well, I heard a scream, didn't I?

WINTER: You didn't think to go and see what had happened?

No, no, I didn't.

BARNABY: Even with the love of your life on board?

It could have been Adeline screaming.

Yeah...

WINTER: Did you do that, sir? Propose in public, Mrs B?

You think Jerome's lying?

Well, when he snuck back inside his cottage,

he could have grabbed the engagement ring

and then just made the rest up.

There you are.

Serving your community.

Or sunbathing. It's hard to tell some days.

We found this in Nora's handbag.

It was stored in the cloakroom.

Divorce papers.

Oh.

Before you pirouette away.

We also found this in her handbag.

It's a draft of Harmony Hunter's latest novel.

"Murder Is My Middle Name."

Why would Nora have this?

There's some bedtime reading for you.

It looks quite long, sir.

Don't fret. It's double spaced.

Verity actually said that? Pointed the finger at me?

Are you disputing what she heard you and Tyson talking about?

Abso-bloody-lutely.

I've been working on this for Tyson.

Is that supposed to be a restaurant?

No, not supposed to be. It will be.

It'll have eight times the seating capacity

and ten times the attraction of Tracks.

Diners will feel like they're flying to exotic destinations.

Now, all I was saying to Tyson

was that my design was almost finished.

There was no more to it than that.

What can you tell me about the threats

that Nora was sending to Jerome's partner, Adeline?

Threats? And what would she have against Adeline?

A series of poison pen letters

suggests that Nora still had feelings for her ex-husband.

I can't believe you just said that.

My wife's barely cold,

and you're coming out with guff like that.

We were really happy together.

When you say happy together...

I don't understand.

You didn't know about this?

What? Do I look like I did?

OK, we had a few ups and downs, the odd disagreement,

but not so that she'd up and leave me.

Disagreements over what, Mr Monroe?

You're married.

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

She wants to fix the church, I want a cruise sort of thing.

That's rather specific and costly, I'd imagine.

Did you ever fall out over your finances?

Never. Did Nora need money?

Was that why she arranged the auction?

If she did, she didn't tell me.

Fabian McQuade thinks you were pushing her into it.

Well, I wasn't.

I don't even know what's in that weirdo's museum.

And just for the record,

I picked Nora up and dusted her down after Jerome left her high and dry.

I made her happy again.

And you know what else?

She made me happy.

How are you doing?

(GROANS)

I thought I might be able to escape into a world of fiction

where everything is cosy and makes sense.

Hm. How about a glass of vino instead?

Yeah, that could work.

(CHUCKLES)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Winter.

Sorry, sir, I know you've... I know you've just got in,

but I can't see where they would build

an aeroplane/restaurant.

I've gone over every inch of this map.

Oops. Sorry for the intrusion, Mrs B.

Aeroplane restaurant, would that even be allowed?

Oh, that's a good point.

Especially considering Black Mallet is celebrating 500 years

as THE quintessential chocolate box village.

Sir, it's Nora Monroe's solicitor.

The divorce papers were drawn up a couple of weeks ago,

but there's more.

She also changed her will at the same time.

She left everything to her ex-husband, Jerome.

I'll get my jacket.

I'll get the vino myself.

(WHISPERS) Sorry.

(CHUCKLES) So... I want you to be best man.

Are you kidding me?

Mr Peace? Can we talk?

Preferably in private.

Well, whatever it is, I want Adeline to hear.

We don't do secrets.

Nora changed her will two weeks ago.

Everything she owned goes to you.

What?!

I-I don't understand.

Nora didn't tell you? No. Absolutely not.

I swear.

Does... Does this mean we're rich?

I think it might.

Are you sure you've got this right?

Are you sure you didn't know, Mr Peace?

JOSH: We've had eight cancellations already, Dad.

What?

I don't get it. Someone's left a review.

"Tyson Digby calls himself a chef.

"The soup tasted like puddle water. Bland, horribly cheap,

"and the side order of murder didn't help."

It's got loads of likes. What kind of sicko would write that?

I'll kill them.

Well, let's hope you don't find them, Mr Digby.

Well, then, hopefully you do.

We don't want psychos like that walking around now, do we?

Can you give us a moment, please?

Thanks.

So what's with all this cloak and dagger, then?

Tell me about the new restaurant you and Maxwell have been planning.

Is that it? Ah, it's no biggie.

We're gonna knock all of this down.

And the museum.

Nora Monroe agreed to that, did she?

Maxwell was in the process of talking her round, but...

Well, that's all moot

now that he inherits everything from her.

Only he doesn't. Nora left everything to Jerome.

No.

Are you sure? Mm-hm.

Well, that's brilliant.

I can ask Jerome to knock the museum down for me.

Presuming that he wants to do that.

Well, of course he will.

He has a new fiancee to provide for.

This really couldn't have worked out any better.

Thank you.

Make sure Fabian gets this.

I can always tell when he's not eating.

You never stop looking after people, do you?

It's the path I walk in life, Josh.

You've taking a photo down.

Hm. Wasn't my doing.

We should lock up in future.

Well, this is house of God.

The door's always open.

Perhaps I should give the police a call.

(PHONE RINGS)

I'm sure it'll turn up.

Adeline?

Yeah, yeah, I'm on my way.

(DOOR CLOSES)

You got engaged?

Well, congratulations, I guess.

(PHONE RINGS)

Sorry.

I-I'll call him back later.

I can't believe you're gonna marry my uncle.

Someone might see you.

What? (LAUGHS)

Wait until I tell you how much money he's just inherited.

Oh, really?

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

Any news on Clyde Sowden?

What's Jamie saying about it?

I haven't told him. He's got plenty to do,

including reading Harmony Hunter's new novel.

Oh, she has written one! Any good?

Are any of them?

Only if you're a fan of eccentric characters

and a devilishly handsome detectives.

(CHUCKLES)

Go on.

What's Harmony's book like?

I fell asleep reading it, to be honest, sir.

It was quite a long day yesterday.

Well, if you're not too exhausted,

can you bring me up to speed with where we are?

OK. (CLEARS THROAT)

Jerome's motive seems almost too blatant to be true.

He inherits money, the museum, Nora's house and land.

But claims he never knew about it.

Mm. Well, I'm guessing that her husband, Maxwell,

didn't either. I mean, you wouldn't murder someone

if you knew you'd been written out of their will.

Good point, Winter. Next.

Then there's Jerome's stepbrother, Tyson.

We know that Nora didn't applaud him,

so there was definitely something going on between them.

And he's delighted that Jerome has inherited the museum,

because now he thinks

that he can build a new restaurant in its place.

That's a pretty big motive, sir. Mm.

Who's next?

We could add Josh into the mix.

Did he fall over,

or did he drop the tray

and use it as a distraction to get to Nora?

Mm. And then there's Harmony.

We know that she had a falling out with Nora.

And yet, somehow or other, Nora had a draft of her new novel.

Which would imply that they were already talking to each other

before the lunch.

Strange she didn't mention that to us.

Mm. What about her husband, Anselm?

Nothing of note so far.

The same goes for Adeline Carey and Verity Proudfoot,

which leaves us with...

Fabian McQuade,

who was on the verge of losing what he loves most -

the steam trains.

Not to mention the entire museum,

if Tyson could get Jerome onside.

All that passion and effort Fabian put in

could be about to go up in smoke.

Or steam.

(LAUGHS) Or steam.

Fabian.

Ah, good. I'm starving.

Thank you.

My uncle just inherited the museum.

He did?

Well, that is an unexpected ray of sunshine.

Well, I guess then, if the museum isn't coming to Maxwell,

I-I can cancel the auction.

You don't know what my uncle's plans are yet.

Well, not that I'll be here to see them.

I'm thinking of moving on soon.

I'd rather you didn't do that too imminently, Josh.

Verity might be looking for you. One of Nora's photos were stolen.

So, what can I do you for?

We've just learned that plans had been drawn up

that would mean demolishing the museum.

Tyson and Maxwell want to build a restaurant in its place.

So my question is, when did you first learn about that?

Well, I didn't till now.

Nora never mentioned that it might be a possibility?

I mean an end to all this.

You know, you two must bark up a lot of wrong trees.

Only Nora would never have agreed to knocking the museum down.

Never. You know, this is part of the village's history,

and she spent a great deal of time and money preserving that.

Anyway, here's a...

Here's a tree you can bark up.

If Maxwell and Tyson did have those plans,

then there was only one person standing in their way.

Nora.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Thank you, Jane.

I was actually just coming to look for you.

Hm.

The photo that was stolen, it was of a fire, correct?

Well, that's an impressive memory.

And this is more of Nora's work?

We had a gale-force wind whipped through the village

not too long ago.

Took off some of the roof tiles.

But blessed be,

Nora came to the rescue and paid for the repairs.

What's that?

Is that steam coming out of it?

It's actually a tea room. Charming place it was.

Just perched on the edge of the village.

Sadly burnt down a couple of years ago.

Was such a shame.

It was Anselm's pride and joy.

Anselm owned a tea room?

And designed it.

What can you tell us about the tea room fire, Mr Hunter?

ANSELM: It was down to a faulty steam pipe.

Why would you build a tea room to look like a steam train?

Because I love trains.

And I thought, so do a lot of other people.

And I was right. It was a great success.

It was immersive

with the sound and smells you associate with steam trains.

You said it was a great success.

Tyson stole my idea and got Maxwell to design Tracks for him.

Mm�hm. They're nothing but a pair of crooks.

Everything they say and do,

there's always something self-serving behind it.

Do you know, I even saw Tyson

making a donation to the church yesterday,

and ordinarily you'd think, "Oh, that's a nice thing to do."

Not with Tyson, though.

There'll be something going on there.

Trust me. It's true.

They destroyed my business without a second thought.

I was so angry.

There's no need to volunteer information

because you're not under caution.

What does it matter what I say? I haven't done anything wrong.

They're detectives.

They take little snippets from everything and everyone

and very often, very often

come to the wrong conclusion.

With all due respect.

Um, why did you dine with Maxwell

if he was partly responsible for putting you out of business?

Because I knew Harmony really missed Nora,

and I felt I should try and help.

Even though they were already talking?

Nora had a copy of Murder Is My Middle Name

in her handbag.

She brought it to the lunch.

You gave us the impression

that you hadn't been talking to each other, Mrs Hunter.

Well, obviously we were,

because I had to talk to her to arrange the lunch.

And besides, I always used to get Nora to read my novels,

so I saw it as a peace offering.

What did she think of your novel?

Well, sadly, I...

I never got to hear.

I-I-I don't suppose she made any notes?

Like maybe in the margins or...?

Why the need?

It looks like you're working on a new novel anyway.

Of course I am. I'm always working on new ideas.

You can tell your wife the wait for the new one

will be over very soon.

Assuming she didn't kill Nora...

...of course.

Here's what's going to happen.

I just learned from the solicitor

that Nora has done me out of my inheritance.

So in return for her horrendous treachery,

I want the museum flattened.

Are you blackmailing us? Of course I am.

You don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Josh.

You jump on it and ride it to the winning line.

But we don't own the museum.

But you own Jerome.

He'll do anything you tell him.

Frankly, it's pathetic to watch.

So all you need to do is tell him what an eyesore that museum is,

and he'll do the rest.

(KNOCKING)

Sorry, I'll come back another time. They're just leaving.

Aren't you?

What do you want?

I've been thinking about getting back into design,

and I was hoping we could have a chat.

I thought it's time to let bygones be bygones.

You are so, so...

...sad.

Now get out.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

Ah...

What are you doing here? You know what I'm seeing, Fabian.

I'm seeing people pouring in from miles away to dine in the sky.

Jerome would never let that happen. He's got no choice.

There's a brand-new restaurant coming, Fabian.

And not you or anyone else can stop it.

Will all Air Maxwell passengers

please make their way to the check-in.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

If the police find out you took that...

Yeah, well, Nora was clearly sending you a message.

Harmony.

Don't be upset with me, but I went to see Maxwell.

I asked him if I could come and work with him as a designer.

Anselm, that man, he ruined your life.

He stole everything from you.

Not everything.

There was one thing he missed.

My self-worth.

And I won't let him take that.

Look at all the vultures.

It's, uh, 12:00, so rather sadly

the auction is now officially open.

Thank you.

Hello.

Hello. Morning.

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Oh, man!

Looks like the auction's off then.

(GASPS) Oh, my God.

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

That's Fabian's whistle. How did that get there?

I'd say someone forced it down his throat

and while he was choking on it,

took the opportunity to shove him off the gantry,

landing on a model steam train.

Any sign of Maxwell's phone? Not yet.

What about a key to the museum? No.

If the door was unlocked at 12 on the dot...

...how did Maxwell get in here prior to that?

Alright.

Oh, bless Verity, I'd be starving without her.

She gives you food from the church donations?

Clearly, I am a worthy cause.

Chin-chin.

Mm. Mm!

Call that tomato soup.

It tastes like the puddle of water Tyson served up. Mm.

When was the last time you saw Maxwell Monroe?

Uh, I don't know. He popped in about three hours ago.

Yeah, well, when I say popped in,

he strode in like a puffed up pigeon

crowing about how he was going to bulldoze the museum.

And before you start with your accusations,

I already knew Jerome had inherited it,

so Maxwell was wasting his time.

Anyway, I escorted him out,

locked up and went to see Verity.

Any idea how your train whistle became a possible murder weapon?

Wouldn't have the foggiest.

Maxwell snatched it from me and walked off with it.

Maxwell clearly returned to the museum

and someone let him in.

Not necessarily.

Nora had a key.

It's her museum, after all, so I imagine he used that.

We didn't find one on him.

Yeah. Um, who else has one?

That'd be Anselm and Josh.

Um, earlier, you said that the tomato soup

tasted like puddle water.

I read a review of Tracks

that said the exact same thing, Mr McQuade.

Mr McQuade?

I couldn't resist posting it.

Straight after Nora's murder?

Yes, I gave it a good hour out of respect,

but it's too good a chance to get my own back on Tyson.

You hate him that much?

Him and his soup.

Watery soup, Winter.

Sir?

You were right.

What is this? According to the set menu,

we should find ingredients for a revisionist tomato soup.

The tomatoes are marinated for two days

in a sauce of molasses, ginger and paprika.

They're then warmed, peeled and squeezed

until every drop of juice and flavour has oozed from them.

There's nothing but these empty packets.

They're for the staff.

Harmony Hunter told us

that she saw you giving money to Verity.

Yes. Well, I'm a generous man.

Well, not that generous.

You've been helping yourself to the donated food

and then passing it off as nouvelle cuisine.

Helping myself? No, Verity has been helping herself.

She charged me for that stuff. She sells it to you?

Well, I'm not the only charlatan in this town.

At first, yes, she caught me nicking some.

But then we came to some arrangement.

All the same, if this got out, you'd be...

You'd be ruined.

My wife noticed that Nora didn't applaud you

like the rest of us did, Mr Digby.

Was that because she knew what you'd been doing?

Well, she-she didn't applaud me.

She didn't applaud me because I reckon she wasn't

as keen on the aeroplane restaurant as Maxwell first made out.

We assume he hadn't managed to persuade her.

She wanted to divorce him. And she cut him out of her will.

I'd say there's no way she wanted either of you

getting your hands on the museum.

So what was it that Maxwell did to upset you, Mr Digby?

Did you find out that he wasn't being honest with you

and that your plans were about to go up in smoke?

So you think I killed him?

I needed him,

I needed his design,

so why would I sabotage myself like that?

(PHONE CHIMES)

Look, I'm on the verge of losing one restaurant.

I'm not gonna lose another. Sir.

Sir, Jerome sent through Nora's bank statements.

Turns out she was broke.

He thinks it'll exonerate him.

Not if he's only just learnt that.

Harmony Hunter was right, sir. Max was bleeding Nora dry.

That definitely explains the need for the auction.

Sir, look at this one. �15,000.

And to St Malley's church.

That's a lot of money for a roof repair.

Indeed it is, Winter.

It appears that despite Nora's donation,

the roof was never repaired.

You can say that again.

Verity's not here, sir.

Look at this picture of the roof tiles.

What do you think it's about?

Wild guess - roof tiles.

I think it's a reminder to Verity

about the money she didn't spend on the church roof.

Mm.

Oh. Do you know where Reverend Proudfoot is?

Out tending to her flock, I'd imagine.

Do you have a key to her office?

Well, Verity never locks doors. It should just be open.

I don't get it, sir. Verity helps people.

The lost, the needy, ex-prisoners.

I think she may have also helped herself

and took the roof money.

Now, Nora must have challenged Verity on it.

Well, Nora wasn't like that.

She was shy, non-confrontational.

I don't know. The roof tiles photo seemed pretty confrontational.

Hmm. Good point, Winter.

Which means something must have changed in Nora.

Something that gave her the strength to start making her point.

Well, if the roof tiles were a message,

then maybe the fire was as well.

Oh, I think that was about Anselm's tea room

going up in flames.

But everyone knows about that. It's not a secret.

Then there must be more to it.

Something else has gone on between Anselm and Nora.

Find Reverend Proudfoot. I'm going to talk to Anselm.

Tell me about your tea room, Mr Hunter.

Did Nora Monroe see you setting fire to it?

How on earth do you know about that? Ansel!

Haven't you learned anything from my novels?

You say, "No comment," over and over.

It's up to them to prove these accusations.

And you stole the fire photograph because of what it represented?

Well, actually, I took it.

I-I saw it yesterday and realised what it meant.

But that was after Nora died.

I hadn't seen it before then,

before you start casting aspersions.

Why though? Without Nora, it's just a photograph.

I did it for Anselm.

I didn't... I didn't want him being reminded.

That tea room was my dream, and I... Ansel.

No. They'll find out soon enough.

I was left with no choice.

I had to burn my pride and joy to the ground.

But the insurance people refused to pay out.

They couldn't prove anything,

but decided that there was something off about my claim.

Did Nora contact them? Tell them that she'd seen you perhaps?

I'm just going to stop you there.

Number one - no, she didn't. And two - you're way off the mark.

Anselm did not want revenge on Nora.

Anyway, why would he wait this long?

One last question, Anselm. Oh, for goodness sake!

When was the last time you saw Maxwell Monroe?

I saw him earlier today,

and I lowered myself to a new depth by asking him for a job.

I thought I could get back into design.

What did he say to that?

That's enough, Anselm, you don't... (STAMMERS)

He laughed in my face.

Sorry, bro, I got held up. That's alright.

Let me introduce you to our new restaurant.

The museum? Ex-museum.

We're gonna knock it down.

The museum, Tracks, everything and anything.

But wait, this is the best part.

We are gonna put a big, beautiful plane

right there instead.

(CHUCKLES) (SIGHS)

Well, I wasn't expecting a round of applause,

but look a bit excited, Jerome.

(SCOFFS)

I don't think I can let you do that, mate.

It's the last thing Nora would have wanted.

But she's dead.

So what does it matter? Come on.

This is what stepbrothers do. They...

They create the uncreatable.

They turn aeroplanes into restaurants, Jerome.

I'm sorry, Ty.

Nora entrusted that museum to me.

I'm gonna uphold that trust.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Get off me!

The things that I've done just to get to this point.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means...

...I want that museum gone

and I'm going to make it happen one way or another.

Reverend Proudfoot.

Here for prayer? Only I'm very good with lost souls.

This is work, I'm afraid.

Can you tell me when Fabian came to see you earlier?

Oh, uh, roughly around 10:30. Why?

And when did he leave?

Around 11:45, just before the auction started.

Is that why your sergeant dragged me away?

Some of my parishioners can't go a day without me, so...

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Let's talk about the church finances,

particularly concerning the church roof.

That is what Nora's photograph of the roof tiles is about.

Well, I-I thought it was about the storm.

Oh.

I'll tell you everything. I promise. Um...

(SIGHS)

It was my favourite bracelet.

A spectacularly expensive one

that was left to me by my late sister.

I mislaid it, and I was... I was devastated.

All I could think to do was replace it.

So I-I took out a loan and I bought a new one.

But oh gosh, the-the interest was extortionate.

I-I couldn't keep up the payments.

So off I went back to the jewellers, but they, um...

Well, if you'll excuse the expression,

it comes from spending too much time visiting prisons,

they-they stiffed me on the price.

So there I was, trinket-less and in debt.

Which left you with no option

but to use Nora's donation to pay off the rest of the loan.

Exactly.

I see that you feel my pain.

I thought given time, I could save the money.

I could get the roof done myself.

You know, I'm very determined person when I put my mind to something.

Is that when you started selling the donated food to Tyson?

Well, rest assured that money is for the homeless

and-and shame on you for thinking otherwise.

Presumably Nora threatened to tell the diocese

about what you did with the money she donated.

Oh, well, she'd learned that Maxwell had spent her last penny.

She needed money to pay for an expensive divorce solicitor.

And she saw the roof hadn't been repaired yet,

so naturally she-she asked for the money back.

And I wanted to help her, I just needed more time.

And how did that conversation go?

Well, once I explained everything, Nora was extremely understanding.

She said that she would find another way

to fund her divorce.

Is that true, Reverend?

Because, um, that photograph of the roof tiles

is a sure sign that Nora

was running out of patience with you.

And you may have realised that.

Is Harmony's book any good?

It's alright

if you're happy wading through tons of adjectives.

But what is interesting, though,

is there's a character called Flora,

and she inherits money from an aunt.

It's a bit of a coincidence, don't you think?

She's also trodden on by everyone, no one respects her,

no one listens to her.

Well, that could be what she and Harmony Hunter

really fell out over,

the way she was represented in the novel.

And probably set her on a path to settle scores.

Oh, I called the insurance company

that were investigating the tea room fire,

and everything that Anselm admitted to was bang on.

Unfortunately, Harmony makes a very valid point.

Why take revenge now?

OK.

So this is where we are at now.

It looks like Harmony Hunter wrote a novel

that Nora wasn't happy with.

And she can't have been happy with Anselm either,

considering the photograph of the fire.

So Anselm kills Nora for bringing up the tea room fire,

and then kills Maxwell for laughing at his desperate need for a job.

Not exactly compelling motives, unlike Fabian,

whose lifelong passion was about to be sold off.

So Fabian kills Nora for selling off the steam engines

and then kills Maxwell, thinking he'll inherit the museum.

The only trouble being he didn't need to kill Maxwell

because he already knew that Jerome had inherited the museum.

OK, so what about Jerome, then?

I mean, he inherited property and land.

But why kill Maxwell? Jerome had everything.

Let's move on to Tyson. Yeah, he's still high on my list.

Well, maybe he suspected

that Nora would never sell the museum.

So Tyson kills Nora,

not knowing at the time that Maxwell wouldn't inherit.

Yeah, but again, why kill Maxwell?

Tyson needed him for the designs.

(SIGHS)

What about Verity? Can we tie her to both murders?

Well, knowing what we know so far, only Nora's.

(SIGHS) Josh, Adeline?

I mean, somehow it seems that no matter who we look at,

we can't find a clear motive for both murders.

(SIGHS)

What are we missing, sir?

Dinner is served.

We usually have shepherd's pie on a Wednesday.

Well, not today, my friend.

(LAUGHS) Not today.

What do you want, Tyson?

I'm here to offer Anselm a job.

I want you to finish Maxwell's design

for my new restaurant.

Please take a look.

That looks incredible.

But where are you going to put an aeroplane?

Um, where the museum is...

...when it's been knocked down.

Oh.

I think that's a no.

I couldn't do that to Fabian.

He's my best friend.

I'm your best friend now, Ansel.

And if you finish Maxwell's design, then you are back in business.

I think we both need this to happen.

Don't you?

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Winter. WINTER: Sir.

Sorry to interrupt your evening.

But there's a bit of gossip going around the station

and it's about you.

Ignore it, Winter. It's all in hand.

Yeah, well, word is that a prisoner is appealing his conviction

on the grounds that you made a mistake in an old case.

Jamie, I'm still waiting for that brandy.

We might need it now that John's cooking tonight.

Winter appears to be worried about me.

Oh, has he finally told you about Clyde Sowden?

Good. I kept telling him to.

Well, at least you seem worried about it, Mrs B.

Take a seat, Winter. This is just about ready.

Look, I can't say I'm happy about it,

but you and I both know that DCI John Barnaby

does not make mistakes at work.

Elsewhere, yes. Constantly, in fact.

But not when it comes to murder.

Well, apparently someone has already splashed out

on a top lawyer.

(SNIFFS) Oh, this smells good, if I do say so myself.

They're disputing witnesses' statements

that they couldn't actually identify Sowden at the scene.

Voila. Casserole de Barnaby.

It does make you wonder

where a prisoner would get that kind of money from.

It's not from sewing mailbags, is it? That's for sure.

Bon appetit.

Well, you seem very confident, sir.

Not as much as you might think.

I knew it.

I'm worried I've used too much tarragon.

Oh!

BARNABY: Adeline.

You said you always take the bookings.

Well, I need to know who had eaten at Tracks

before Nora was killed,

particularly during the Switzerland Experience.

Give me a sec.

Here we go. Looks like that vicar was in here a few times.

Was she ever with Fabian McQuade?

Keep up. I told you he'd never been on board before.

And then there's Nora.

And Maxwell, presumably?

Sometimes. But not recently.

Lately, Nora had been sitting on her own, looking like a -

what is it they say? -

like a bulldog licking a nettle.

(LAUGHS) She always timed it

when Jerome came in to eat his lunch.

They dined together?

Not after I caught his eye.

Is that all? Uh...

That sad bloke, Anselm.

He came in with his wife.

She was nattering on and on to this woman.

Her publisher, I think it was.

Hm.

Well, thank you, Adeline, that's very helpful.

Hang on, I ain't done.

(SOFTLY) Bit rude.

Only I've got to tell you about this one time

I had to tell Harmony to sling her hook.

Yeah. She and her publisher were having a big old bust up,

and then suddenly, Harmony is in tears.

I'm laughing, like, "Over a book?"

(LAUGHS) These people. Anyways, I had to tell them to leave

'cause they were putting the diners off their ribs.

I remember it

because it was the same day you called and booked.

I thought you were Johnny Barney, got all excited.

Johnny Barney?

He's an influencer.

He's well famous.

Anyways, such a let-down

when you turned out to be a boring old cop.

Sorry to disappoint.

That's a nice bracelet.

Yeah, Jerome got it for me.

I thought I'd just try it on today.

It's nice of you to notice.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

So you've heard the rumours.

Well, what do you think then? Did the boss slip up?

Never in a million years. That's what I keep telling myself.

So why are you reading Sowden's case file?

Because there's just...

There's something about this.

What is it, Winter?

You can tell your Auntie Fleur, she's very discreet.

(SCOFFS) Right. Well, it's more that this appeal is happening now.

The boss is always banging on about, "Why now?"

And yet this time he isn't.

It doesn't sound like him.

Yeah, so I thought I'd ask the question instead.

And it turns out that the vicar in Black Mallet

helps rehabilitate prisoners.

And she's also claiming that she used

a hefty donation from Nora to pay off a loan.

Money that, incidentally, would be enough to pay

for a top lawyer for Clyde Sowden.

The boss hasn't mentioned this coincidence once.

That's very good, Winter.

Mm.

Very good indeed.

Thank you.

But what do I do with this? That's easy.

You run with it.

And if needed, I'll be right behind you.

(PHONE RINGS)

Sir.

JEROME: Are you...?

Are you filming the museum?

I wanted a historical record.

It'll be sad to see it go,

but I guess we have to move with the times.

Chase our dreams and all that.

I'm not sure what you're driving at, Ansel.

It's alright. Tyson told me you're knocking it down.

Well, he's wrong.

And trust me, nobody's touching it.

You don't understand. You have to knock it down.

I thought you loved all that stuff Fabian had in there.

I want my life back, Jerome.

Well, that's not on me. That's your problem.

The museum's staying.

Josh, we'd like a word.

WINTER: About Adeline.

And what's to say? She's my friend.

Do you always give expensive bracelets to your friends?

Bracelets that don't actually belong to you?

Only Adeline is wearing the exact same one

that Verity wore in one of her office photographs.

That's not the nicest thing to do

after someone takes you in and puts a roof over your head.

Is that why your mother kicked you out?

You stole from her as well?

Well, I just wanted to get Adeline something nice

to show how much I love her.

Which begs another question.

Nora was sending threatening letters to Adeline.

Did she know that you and Adeline were more than friends?

Oh, if she did, she never said anything to me.

Look, you can't tell my uncle about this.

Who else knew?

Maxwell Monroe, for instance?

He saw me and Adeline together, yeah.

And?

He told us to meet him,

and he said she had to persuade Jerome

to bulldoze the museum.

Only he was murdered before any of that could happen.

Look, I know it's wrong what me and Adeline have been doing,

but we just want to be together.

That's not a crime.

But what it leads to can be.

(MACHINERY CLANKS AND GROANS)

Ah! Argh!

Help!

Help! I'm stuck!

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

(SCREECHING, WHISTLE BLOWS)

Oh, God. Help! Help!

HELP!

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

(SCREAMS)

The one day you don't want the trains to run on time.

Hm.

Anyway, on first inspection,

the victim got his hand trapped between the lines.

How does something like that happen?

Mind your tootsies.

His killer then boarded one of the steam engines

and ran him over.

He was clutching this when we found him.

I'd say it was left on purpose.

Why would Adeline do that?

It's... It's way too obvious, which neatly brings me

to a theory I've been working on, sir.

Hold that thought, Winter.

Hang in there. You'll get your moment.

I'm very sorry about your stepbrother.

Well, at least he's gonna get a new restaurant... in his memory.

That's still going ahead?

I'm Jerome's next of kin.

I get everything, and that includes the museum.

You do know how that sounds, Mr Digby?

Every fire has its phoenix.

Oh, and by the way,

I wouldn't have the first clue as to how to drive a train.

Fabian McQuade,

he might, though.

(MODEL TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

Mr McQuade. Quelle surprise.

I thought you'd come a-knocking.

When was the last time you saw or spoke to Jerome?

I don't actually recall. Why?

I'm sure you know why.

Where were you an hour ago? Where I always am. Here.

And you didn't hear anything? Someone screaming for help maybe?

I heard a train tooting over and over again,

if that's any help.

You didn't think to go and have a look?

I was busy here. Can anyone back that up?

Not unless these model figures can talk.

Last question. Who else would know how to switch

the lines on the railway track and drive a steam train along it?

That'd be the three amigos - me, Anselm, Josh.

Though, to be honest, it's not that difficult.

In fact, I'm pretty sure I saw Josh showing Adeline once.

What about Reverend Proudfoot? Did you ever show her?

Well, now you mention it, I did, actually, yes.

BARNABY: Presumably you know how to drive the train

and switch the tracks, Mr Hunter?

Hear that, Harmony? They're gunning for me.

When did you last see Jerome?

We chatted earlier. About?

Nothing much, just stuff.

I need more than that, Mr Hunter.

He said he was going to preserve the museum.

You make it sound like that was a problem.

Tyson has just promised me a job finishing Maxwell's designs.

Anselm, will you please stop incriminating yourself?

They way my luck's going,

they're going to find some way of pinning this on me regardless.

Well, now that Jerome is dead,

his stepbrother, Tyson, inherits everything.

So I'd say that your luck's back in, Mr Hunter, wouldn't you?

Uh...

Has your sergeant finished reading my novel yet?

Only, I'd love to know what he thought.

He didn't say, though he did tell me

that the character of Flora is based on Nora.

Really? That's a bit of a leap.

Is it? I think what you wrote upset her hugely,

but what I don't understand is why you gave it to her to read.

Surely you knew she would recognise herself.

What if Flora is not based on Nora?

Is that what you were arguing with your publisher about

during lunch at Tracks?

This is my fault, not Harmony's. Nora came around about a month ago.

I made a cup of tea, not realising

that Harmony had left her novel lying around.

Nora read some of it.

It's the first time I've ever seen her angry.

Said she'd been so good to me

for not telling anyone about the tea room fire

and this is how Harmony repaid her.

She snatched the novel before I had a chance to stop her.

I didn't mean any harm.

I take inspiration from the people around me.

Any writer worthy of the name would do the same.

It's fair to say Nora changed considerably

after reading how the village really saw her.

She saw how overlooked she was, how taken advantage of.

But in trying to step up,

she managed to upset the wrong person.

Mm.

And listen, while you're here,

why don't we go through my list of suspects?

Mrs Hunter, we are not in the pages of a novel.

Apologies. I just can't help myself.

Yep.

Where were you when your uncle was killed?

In here. Alone?

(DOOR OPENS)

Adeline.

I'm so sorry about Jerome.

I couldn't believe it.

We were going to go abroad together, start a new life.

The police know about us.

OK, well, that doesn't make us murderers.

No, but it puts you quite high on the list, though.

Did, um... Did Verity ever mention

any of the prisoners she was helping?

No. Why?

Presumably she visited the prisons?

Yeah, she does that quite a lot.

Would there be any record of that anywhere?

You could try her diary.

Can I get a visitor list

for a prisoner by the name of Clyde Sowden?

I'm specifically looking for a Reverend Verity Proudfoot.

She visited last Wednesday.

I'm pretty sure that it ties into a case that I'm working on.

FLEUR: This started ringing.

It was Jerome's bank

flagging an account he'd added Adeline to.

Breaking news - Adeline had recently transferred the funds

from that account to her own.

Before Jerome was killed?

How's that for timing?

And we found these.

They're Nora's.

And someone has been cutting out specific phrases and...

BARNABY: And turning them into poison pen letters

and then sending them to herself.

Have you spoken to Winter yet?

I speak to him all day long, Fleur.

He's got a few ideas about this case.

Might be worth hearing him out.

You'll need to start saying your goodbyes.

Tyson will inherit this place and you know what that means.

Well, you sound rather more upbeat than I would have imagined, Anselm,

what's going on?

Tyson has asked me to finish Maxwell's designs.

Has he now?

I thought I should tell you in person.

Out of common courtesy.

Look at that little graveyard there, Ansel.

Do you see it?

Only I reckon it could do with a few more headstones.

Is that some sort of threat?

I'm not saying goodbye any time soon, do you understand?

This is my palace, my kingdom.

And I can't let it go.

I-I refuse to let it go.

And I will stop you and Tyson in any way I can.

WINTER: She visited several times?

OK. OK. Thank you.

Apparently, Fleur thinks I should talk to you, Winter.

Does she now? Well, good.

Because that call was from the prison

where Clyde Sowden's being held.

You're looking into Sowden?

It all adds up, sir. Just not exactly as I thought it would.

Go on.

Well, I always thought that there was more to this case

than we realised. Another hand at work, as it were.

Another hand as in...?

Well, initially I thought that Verity had been visiting

Clyde Sowden in prison,

but it turns out she was seeing other prisoners.

The person visiting Sowden was Adeline.

Sowden is her stepfather.

And this connects to our current case?

I'm a little bit surprised you didn't spot it, sir.

With all due respect, of course.

Well, let's start with the letters

that Nora was supposedly sending you.

Only we've recently learned that

that wasn't really her style.

She was more subtle.

She took photos to imply or suggest a wrongdoing.

Says you.

Only I've got a stack of threats from her.

Yes, which you created from cut-out passages in this diary.

I'd like to see you prove it.

(SCOFFS) OK.

When you met Jerome, you saw him as a meal ticket -

plain and simple.

But something happened

when you started working alongside Josh.

You... You fell in love.

Get real.

Together, you and Josh decided to rip off Jerome

and then run away together. (PHONE RINGS)

And, well, it was all going to plan until...

(CLEARS THROAT)

You can answer that if you like.

I know who it is.

It's Clyde Sowden, your stepfather.

Are you ignoring his call because you know if you answer,

it'll incriminate you?

Because that's where this plan changes.

Only now you're trying to milk Jerome

for your stepfather's appeal instead of running away with Josh.

Adeline?

He's talking out of his...

When Chief Inspector Barnaby called up to book the restaurant,

you couldn't believe the coincidence.

So you and Sowden, you got together

and you hatched a plan that no one would ever suspect.

Like what?

To discredit Chief Inspector Barnaby.

That's why these murders have always been so baffling.

Usually there's something that connects them,

something that ties them together.

But in Black Mallet,

we've never really been able to pin it down.

I'm lost. Me and you both.

Adeline, this was all designed to end

with Chief Inspector Barnaby's inability to solve this case.

And here's the kicker,

his inept failure would coincide perfectly

with Sowden's appeal.

So your stepfather's expensive lawyer would be able

to point to a clueless detective

bumbling blindly around

in the knowledge that it would sway the tribunal

and reverse your stepfather's conviction.

Together, you and Sowden,

you created a story of an unsolvable murder.

And more importantly,

an incompetent, oblivious idiot of a detective.

Tell me, tell me, how did it feel when you heard

the Chief Inspector give his name when he was booking the restaurant?

Well, I thought, "What are the chances?"

And I called Clyde immediately.

But I promise you, there was no madcap plan.

Well, I may beg to differ, Adeline.

I may beg to differ.

So how was that, sir?

Very good. Very good indeed.

You don't seem too shocked by any of this.

I was there when you called the restaurant.

I saw Adeline go outside and phone her stepdad.

And then what did you do?

I covered for her at work.

Only I wasn't myself. I spilt some wine on a diner.

They asked if I was OK,

and I sort of let a few things slip.

You did indeed, Josh.

You told the one person in the world you shouldn't have.

Sir, are you saying that, um, that I'm wrong?

I hate to rain on what was a very impressive parade,

but yes, Winter...

...Adeline isn't our killer.

It was Anselm. Of course!

Is Harmony in?

Dammit!

Well, there's only one reason you're here

and not arresting Adeline right now.

I mean, in fact, just dammit twice over.

Harmony, what's going on?

Do you want to tell him?

Only I'm not sure I have the heart to.

I know it starts with the novel that Nora didn't like.

And that you realised how serious that could be for your career.

I admit, I, um, I did get a little upset.

Yeah.

What are you saying exactly?

It seems like your wife killed three people

to keep her career alive.

I'd written a novel.

It was a work of art.

My best yet. I couldn't just toss it aside.

I've got fans to delight, awards to win.

Is this really true.

Darling...

Darling, you know how hard I worked on that book.

When did you first think to frame Adeline?

Was it when she laughed at you

and then told you to leave the restaurant?

I mean, what kind of dreadful person would do a thing like that?

It made me...

Yeah, it made me quite angry.

Which is when things started to... Manifest.

Yeah. I mean, you've got to take inspiration

from wherever you can get it.

And then presumably build on it? Exactly.

And you may have the eureka moment, but you need to add the bones.

The same bones that Josh provided you with?

He's a sweet boy.

He spilt wine all over me, and he was so apologetic.

And then he told me all about Clyde and how upset Adeline was.

So when I went home and dug into Clyde's history,

lo and behold.

You saw my name.

I mean, I'd heard Adeline take your booking earlier

and saw her get stupidly excited

until she realised you weren't a famous influencer.

It was pure kismet.

It was almost as if the world wanted this to happen,

because after I researched you, who you were,

suddenly, there it was -

my next novel, just staring me in the face.

And not one I'd only write,

but one I could be a physical part of.

And you...

You've no idea how that felt.

Walking around in a world of my own making.

While meticulously framing Adeline.

Well, she deserved it. She's an ignorant lowbrow.

She thinks someone who posts ten-second snippets online

has more about them than an author who spends the best part of a year

pulling literary magic out of thin air.

And this novel meant that Maxwell had to die next.

Why the museum? HARMONY: I never go there.

I didn't think it would connect back to me,

so I borrowed Anselm's key

and told Maxwell I needed his permission

to publish my next novel.

I said I'd pay him handsomely.

Let's cut to the chase. How much?

I was thinking 10% of my advance.

Make it 50. Oh!

Alright.

(METALLIC JINGLING)

Oh. Oh.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(BLOWS WHISTLE)

(GRUNTS)

(COUGHS AND CHOKES)

(BODY THUDS)

That one... That was for you, Ansel.

Just think of all the misery he wrought upon you.

I'd have lived with it.

But you have been living with it, my darling,

and look what it's done to you.

Well, that wasn't the only motive for killing Maxwell, was it?

Well, us authors, we love a bit of subtext.

I mean, obviously, I needed a second murder

in order to point you in a different direction.

Which had to be done because?

Well, see, all along, this was aimed at Adeline.

She's just a horrid little soul,

who you would soon realise was the only person with a motive

to discredit a clueless detective.

At least I was right about the stupid detective, sir.

Oh, my goodness, it was so dizzying and-and daring.

I mean, I could barely sleep at night, you know,

thinking of all the connotations and outcomes.

BARNABY: While all the time knowing that the murder of Jerome

would absolutely point straight to Adeline

and the plan that she had supposedly cooked up with Clyde Sowden.

Poor Jerome. He was always after a better life,

but just could never quite find it.

I told him I'd seen Adeline down by the tracks,

said she seemed upset.

I mean, I knew he'd come running.

(SCREAMS)

(TRAIN HORN TOOTS)

Oh, God. Help!

(TRAIN HORN TOOTS)

Who'd have thought being married to a train enthusiast

would come in so handy.

(GASPS)

(SOBS)

A train enthusiast that I love with all my heart,

by the way.

And I you.

Even now.

What tipped you off? You see, I swear I'd covered all my bases.

I mean, that's the thing with writing a novel.

(BARNABY CLEARS THROAT)

I think you slipped up

because you were still on the first draft.

Oh, I like that. You even know the terminology.

Adeline's name tag was too obvious, too...

...shall we say, cliched.

Ouch.

The coincidence of everyone being on board Tracks

at the right time, but also with the right motives.

Then the lights go out. The murder happens in the dark.

That's the work of someone

who's not operating in the real world.

If you don't mind, I thought that was perfect.

I spilled water over Maxwell.

Oh, sorry. Harmony...

Get him to leave the table just at the right time,

grab a rib and off we jolly well go.

(PLATER CLATTERS)

(TRAIN HORN TOOTS)

Nora.

Nora!

Were there any other failings?

Only this is more painful than getting notes from my editor.

You started to believe your own story,

right down to me being a... terrible detective.

Because you're clearly not, are you?

That's where fiction loses out to reality, Mrs Hunter.

Do you think they'll let me have a pen and paper when I go inside?

That's not for me to say.

It's just that this is such a good mystery,

don't you think? I mean, I should write it.

The Inspector Carnaby Mystery.

Carnaby? Well, it's just a working title.

Early days yet.

I have two words for you, Mrs Hunter.

The end.

It's alright.

Time to get yourself a new favourite author.

Ah, so I'm a free woman, then? I don't have to go on the run?

Well, not unless someone decides to reopen the case.

Don't joke about it. (DOORBELL RINGS)

Clyde Sowden's still out there trying to prove you were wrong.

Now, sir. I've been through pretty much every word of this,

and-and basically...

Clyde Sowden was and still is guilty.

His fingerprints at the murder scene

prove that he was there,

no matter what the witness does or does not remember.

It's not that I was doubting you, sir. I was just trying to...

You were just trying to help

a blindly bumbling, clueless idiot of a detective.

(TUTS)

Just remembered...

...I left that bottle of brandy at my flat.

Ah. OK. So I should go and...

Get it. Get it, yeah.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CHUCKLES)

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