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[Music playing]

Excuse me.

Yes?

We're looking for a place called Woodley court.

It's a hotel and winery.

You'll see the sign in about 200 yards.

Thank you.

(Car gears grinding)

That's a bit rough.

You think that's rough, take a look what the garage said.

[Gasp]

Is this a bill for a new gear box or the mechanic's lottery

numbers?

The job's a big one.

How can it be so much?

It's not as if the old girl doesn't go.

The idea is to get her fixed before she lets us down.

You could spend the same money and get a little van.

Mm hm.

Or we could take this job on offer.

Despite knowing very little about wine grapes or

viticulture.

There's nothing else on the horizon until after Christmas.

Something tells me it's going to be a very

small turkey this year.

Just get your cases out of the boot and the porter will

take them inside.

Looks like there's a wedding on.

Take everything into reception and

we'll sort it out there.

See anyone in charge?

Starting with champagne.

Photographer wants the bride and groom for an extra hour so

you'll have to hold lunch.

An hour?

He's an artist.

Excuse me.

Are you with the hotel?

No.

I'm Elspeth Tate, the wedding planner.

You have flowers?

Gardens.

We're looking for mr. Blackton.

Stuart or Ben?

There's more than one?

You'll find them both out back.

I'm surprised you can't hear them.

I'm just a messenger for Daisy.

I can't believe she wouldn't tell me to my face.

She's told you a dozen times.

You still won't accept it.

Look at the way you carry on.

Who'd want to put themselves in line for that?

I'm not taking Daisy's letters from you.

Oh, take them, don't take them.

See what I care.

Destroy them yourself.

Um, mr. Blackton?

How can I help you?

I'm Rosemary Boxer, this is Laura Thyme.

We're the gardeners.

Here to look at the vineyard.

Ah.

I'm Stuart Blackton.

I run the hotel.

You want my brother Ben.

Oh.

Look.

How does afternoon tea on the terrace sound?

Complements of the house.

Very bearable.

Grab us a table.

I'll leave these at reception.

Hi, Matt.

It's your mother.

We keep missing each other.

If it's urgent you can reach me at the Woodley court hotel.

I can't make out the number.

Anyway, you can find it in the book.

Elspeth, trust me.

They asked for haggis.

I hope they like it.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Am I going the right way for the terrace?

Straight on and left up the stairs.

Thank you.

Oh, this is my friend I was telling you about.

Laura Thyme.

Angus Fairley.

Delighted.

Do sit down.

Thank you.

Laura, Angus and I go way, way back.

He's writing a piece on the estate.

Oh, are you a journalist?

Well, that's hardly the word for you, is it, Angus?

What have you been?

Wine correspondent, travel writer, restaurant critic.

Well, my trendy editor has rolled them all together and

I'm now a lifestyle columnist.

Oh, I said we're working here, too.

Have you seen the vineyard yet?

Yeah, I have and I think that Ben's achieved miracles in the

first two years.

It's just a pity that an English wine maker has to

struggle so hard to be taken seriously.

Why would that be?

Ignorance, madam.

Pure ignorance.

Blindfold your punter and he'll sing the wine's praises.

Show him the label and he'll take it all back.

Do please help yourself.

Of course, you know, while Ben's been working on the

Winery his brother Stuart's been renovating this

magnificent place.

We can only speculate who got the better deal.

Stuart says I'm to show you to a room.

Now this is Daisy.

Keep on her good side.

The badge says assistant manager but she does a bit of

everything.

We're supposed to be meeting Ben.

Not today.

I'll me you at reception when you're finished.

Laura (offscreen): Daisy?

Do you think it was her letters?

Horace will bring your bags up.

Won't you, Horace?

[Grunts]

I just need to drop these off.

Lorna doone.

All the suites have names.

Oh.

They're supposed to mean something.

Oh.

It's a cut above the last place we stayed in.

Yes, and we had to pay for that.

Here we are.

The Ebenezer Scrooge.

Give me a push.

The Ebenezer Scrooge.

More like the tiny tim.

Excuse me, lady.

It's not for me, but I've been asked to ask you.

Is there any chance of getting into your cellar?

I'm afraid not, ma'am.

It's a health and safety issue.

What'd she say?

Something about health and safety.

Only staff are allowed to go down there.

We're not going to get in.

Damn.

[Loud crashing noises]

Ah!

Hoo!

What?

I heard something.

So did i. I heard you.

Sorry.

You and your small turkey.

What?

You got me feeling sorry for you.

You can come and spend Christmas with us.

Who's us?

Me and Matt and Helena.

We're having a family get-together.

Minus my ex, of course.

He'll have his bimbo to tug at his crackers for him.

I'm not family.

You're more family than some of my family.

Thanks anyway.

Ben (offscreen): despite good weather my harvest last year

was down by 30%.

I struggle with the entire vineyard but this part I've

given up on completely.

You don't divide the work?

My brother runs his business and I'm left to run mine.

Why?

What's he been saying about me?

Nothing.

Look.

I'm sorry about what happened yesterday.

I blow up like that and then I feel terrible afterwards.

Oh, it's all right.

We all have our moments.

Yes, mine always seem to involve me

looking like an idiot.

Well, you grow your vines in grass.

Most English vineyards do.

Yes, and that could disguise a weed problem.

Vines don't compete well with weeds.

I do try to keep on top of it but there just aren't the

hours in the day.

I don't want to use chemicals and we just can't afford

flashy equipment.

Well, your drainage looks fine.

What does the pest patrol say?

Just ladybugs.

Good or bad?

Good.

They eat the spider mite.

I'd like to run some soil tests.

I had a full set done last year.

Have you still got them?

Yeah, up at the winery.

Great.

We make the wine in there and we store it in there.

Where do you live?

Oh, round the back.

We've made it all presentable but there's still a lot I'd

like to do.

So who runs the shop?

I do.

Which is why it's only open at weekends.

Oh, you've taken a lot on.

Haven't I just?

It's an inheritance from my great uncle

Bernard who I never met.

My brother got the big house and I got this.

Oh, there's granddad, by the way.

Morning, ladies.

Leave us something to sell.

Behave yourself.

And he can't risk mucking around with the soil or he'll

alter the flavor of the grapes.

And we wouldn't want that.

Ladies.

My doctor says I should walk more when he's not telling me

it's a miracle I can stand at all.

Is that the downside of being a lifestyle columnist?

I wonder if you two would do me the honor of joining me for

dinner this evening.

Oh, I think the restaurant's a touch out

of our league, Angus.

Mine, too, but not my editor's and she'll be paying.

Shall we say 8 o'clock?

Ah.

This explains mr. Fairley's table for three.

I put you in the terrace restaurant.

Away from the wedding reception.

Look.

I'm not asking you to spy or anything, but I wonder if

possibly during dinner...

You want me find out what Angus is going

to write about you.

Stuart, Angus is a very old friend.

Just a hint would be nice.

A review from him can make or break a place.

How about a bigger room?

First one comes up, it's yours.

Would you like to go through?

Now this is very special.

Am I in the company of angels?

Because I know I've gone to heaven.

I take it you're impressed.

The first time i...

I tasted canard a la rouennaise was at tour

D'argent in Paris.

How's the meal?

You'd better ask our host.

Mr. Fairley.

Charles, isn't it?

I do believe it is.

Charles, take it as a complement when I tell you

that your cooking has improved beyond recognition.

You call that a compliment?

Oh, don't take on, man.

This is wonderful.

But don't tell me you keep this up when you cater for a

wedding party.

There is only one standard in my kitchen.

I shall be checking on that.

Yes, I have no doubt you will.

The crickle valley red made right here on the estate.

You know Stuart was telling me that he wished more people

could order it.

So it can't be all bad blood between them, can it?

[Music and party sounds]

Pleasure to do business with you, mr. Mccallum.

Not that kind of business.

I know.

She's a wedding planner.

Mmm.

I could cheerfully strangle that woman.

Talks the kids into the best of everything and guess what?

She's on a percentage.

You'll just have to sell one of your castles.

We live in [inaudible].

Would you like to join us downstairs?

I don't think so but, um, god bless the bride.

How do we get on?

Um, how does a five-star review sound?

Five?

Is that what he actually said?

(Whispering) He's very impressed.

You can't imagine what this means.

Five.

To tell the truth, I'm barely breaking even.

A five-star review from Angus Fairley means I can stop

slashing the rates for wedding parties.

We'll have a proper clientele.

Uh, you, uh, you won't [inaudible] our deal?

Well worth it.

[Loud music and party sounds]

Laura (offscreen): [groaning]

I thought the reception finished at midnight.

It did.

Then they brought the party upstairs.

Oh, they must be getting tired by now.

[Loud music stops]

[Sigh of relief]

[Music starts again; Rosemary groans]

Wedding parties.

Don't tell me too late, too loud.

I'm afraid so.

I'll get it turned down.

Come on now, love, keep it quiet...

Guess who found the party?

I don't want to spoil it for you, but I do have to think of

my other guests.

Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence.

But I fear this cup runneth over.

You and I must have a serious discussion in the morning.

(Whispering) Told you.

None of your cheap stuff.

Morning, Daisy.

I'll bet there are a few that can't take

solid food this morning.

Don't include mr. Fairley in that.

He had a walk around the grounds and then back to his

rRoom for a champagne breakfast.

Oh, champagne.

And haggis.

I've got to go up and see if he wants anything else.

Oh, well.

Good luck to him.

Most I can face is a squishy egg sandwich and a pot of

strong tea.

Oeufs a la squish.

I shall expect a credit when these appear on the menu.

Oh, how did the meeting go?

I've not had it yet.

[Woman screaming]

Daisy?

[Gasps]

Angus.

You all right?

I refuse to be unhappy for Angus.

He lived the life he chose and he loved every minute of it.

Do you two know what's going on?

Departure of the bride and groom.

You know what I mean.

I can read the signs.

Police cars by the back door, something being carried out

through the kitchen.

I haven't seen an ambulance and nobody's ill.

Well, there you are, then.

Good bye, miss Tate.

Somebody's died in the hotel, haven't they?

And I bet I can guess who.

Daisy found mr. Fairley in his room.

The doctor thinks he's had a heart attack.

If ever there was a heart attack waiting to happen it

was Angus Fairley, although I know plenty of people who'd

find it hard to believe he had a heart at all.

That's an awful thing to say.

Friend of his?

Yes, I was.

Glad to hear he had one.

(Angrily) Oh!

Now, calm down.

(Still angrily) I am calm.

I've left the soil test papers on the terrace.

I'll go.

You go and get the van.

Daisy, what have you got there?

Mr. Fairley's breakfast.

You don't move evidence until the police have

released the scene.

Dan told me to.

Who's Dan?

My brother.

Are you Dan?

And who might you be?

What are you doing letting evidence go?

You've got a suspicious death here.

There's nothing suspicious about it.

Maybe not but it's not your job to decide.

What do you know about it, mrs. Um...

If I were still in uniform it would be

Police Sergeant Thyme.

Angus Fairley's death might look like natural causes, the

doctor might tell you it was natural causes, but until the

coroner decides you preserve the evidence.

I hear what you're saying, ma'am.

Mrs. Thyme, you couldn't keep it down a bit, could you?

I'm sure there's nothing sinister.

But what if a relative pops up and asks, I don't know, was

there something nasty in the haggis?

[Groaning]

Ok, now I'm going to stop.

You carry on past me and I'll pan with

you towards the house.

Keep on going until I shout "cut." I never said

"Cut." -It's ok.

We've got enough.

Thank you for everything.

Hello.

Oh, Matt.

You caught me at last.

So what's this news you've been wanting to tell me?

Oh.

Ah.

Ah.

That's wonderful.

No.

No.

It's a great idea.

You go for it.

[Gears grinding]

Sorry.

You don't really think there was something suspicious about

Angus' death, do you?

He was so sweet.

Who would want to kill him?

Do me a favor.

He was a critic.

Oh, Laura.

Now, I'm not saying that somebody killed him.

Just that it's not a copper's place to assume.

So what did Matt say?

Oh.

He's heading off to New Zealand at

the end of the year.

Oh, nice.

He can meet Gandalf.

He's planning to spend Christmas with the cousins.

Good for him.

Yes.

Yes.

Good for him.

It'll be a girly sort of Christmas with Helena and me.

We'll open a bottle of crickle valley red

and heckle the Queen.

[Gears grind]

Thank you.

What's going on?

Lobsters in a champagne sauce.

Despite his best efforts Angus Fairley

Left us the odd bottle.

I'm talking about the guests.

How much do you think they're picking up?

Why ask me?

I'm not fronting us.

No, but you are a vital part of the team.

What are you after?

Look.

There are going to be all kinds of questions.

You getting all touchy and walking off the job's the last

thing I need.

What kind of questions?

People who don't know any better trying to come up with

a reason for what happened.

What kind of questions?

Well, anything.

Like, was there something nasty in the haggis?

How dare you?

See, that's just the kind of reaction I'm talking about.

You can't go taking offense, Charles.

You've got to help me get through this.

That's easy for you to say.

That man trashed my work and then sits at my table but I

gave him my best because that is what I do.

No one's saying you didn't, Charles.

I'm not...

Stuart Blackton?

Have you got a moment?

Not right...

Yes, of course.

What can I do for you?

It's about the cellar.

We know it's not normally open to the public but...

we were wondering if you could make an

exception just this once.

I'm sorry the cellar's always kept locked.

I have a fortune in stock down there.

Will you excuse me?

Horace, isn't it?

I'll bet you're a man who can access all areas.

That's right.

Trusted with the key to the cellar?

That's right.

And probably far too upstanding to ever consider

opening it up for anyone no matter how deserving they

might be of his trust.

That's right.

When?

When I say.

The moment they realized I was watching they scuttled

away like a couple of poofs.

They'll be movie buffs.

You always get one or two of them poking around place.

Why?

Oh, film companies used to rent the house

when it was a ruin.

They liked it because they could dress it up and knock it

about a bit.

It's been everything from Dracula's castle

to the winter palace.

One of these is for granddad.

He'd like you to call him Bert.

As in Albert?

As in Bert Reynolds.

I see.

Would you take this in to him?

I wouldn't count on it.

So that explains the names on the suites.

They're film titles.

Stuart can't afford to turn the fans away.

Once he gets his good write up he's after you'll have to be

crowned head or a captain of industry to

get near the place.

You haven't heard?

Heard what?

There won't be a write up.

Angus Fairley had a heart attack this morning.

Bert, I've got your tea.

Do you want it in here?

Bert?

[Gas hissing]

Bert.

Angus was such a lovely man.

Got through four wives.

They all fell for the way he was and then

tried to make him change.

I can't turn it off.

Bert.

Can you hear me?

What happened?

You gassed yourself, you silly old fool.

Oh.

Kiss of life.

Either one of you.

I don't mind which.

It was the gas talking.

I believe you.

Look at this hose.

Horace said it was fine.

Horace from the hotel?

He's my mate.

Any odds and ends are needed, he sends them my way.

What's going on here?

Has someone got it in for your family?

Angus Fairley wasn't family.

No, but Stuart's missing out because he died.

Ah, you're reading too much into it.

This was my own stupid fault.

So it's not my soil, it's not my drainage and I don't have a

pest problem.

No, as I said, it's the weeds.

And you don't do weeding?

Not if I can help it, Ben.

I'm a plant pathologist.

I'm just taking Bert to the doctors to be checked over.

So what you're actually saying is you'd have to be

desperate to do that kind of work for that kind of money.

[Sound of car breaking down]

I didn't do anything.

I didn't.

So when we've dug up enough weeds to buy some lucky

mechanic a holiday in the bahamas, how are we going to

get the rover to him?

Can we just concentrate on one insurmountable

problem at a time.

I'll tell you one thing, though.

The work's not about to dry up on us.

Three flights of stairs.

And a ladder.

Hello, Stuart.

Rosemary.

Laura.

I promised you the first available room.

Oh, Stuart.

You are a saint.

You may not like this.

Angus' room.

That'll teach me to be careful what I wish for.

We don't have to take it.

I can hear Angus telling me not to be silly.

You can't, can you?

Not literally.

I don't mind the bunk beds if this bothers you.

You put the coffee on.

I'll get the bags.

No towels.

Murder.

You have to see.

What?

Did something happen?

You tell me.

I'm not imagining things.

[Gasps]

What?

It said murder on his mirror.

I'll swear it said murder.

They were just marks.

Which Daisy cleaned off.

And anyway, what was an assistant manager doing

servicing a room?

Because thanks to you telling the local police how to do

their jobs the housekeeper had gone home by the time the room

was released.

And now you're trying to make something...

Ow...

Out of nothing at all.

In that case why are you so happy to be back in the

Ebenezer Scrooge suite?

And you know granddad was very lucky.

They said at the hospital that butane gas can

trigger a heart attack.

Ow.

Will you leave it?

I'm only telling you what I heard.

I've had it with these nettles.

They've got me botoxed up to the elbow.

You've got no choice.

You've got to keep going until we've made enough money to fix

the Land Rover.

Come on.

Put your backs into it.

Have I got to get out and show you how it's done?

I wish I was 59 again.

What are we charging for storage?

I know what I saw.

I didn't imagine it.

My imagination is no more active than the next man's.

Woman's person's.

[Loud noises and groaning]

Rosemary, I heard something.

What, what, what?

Groaning and...

And sighing and clanking and things moving about.

Laura, come on.

We're underneath the attic.

You heard the plumbing.

This wasn't plumbing.

This was something else.

All right.

The Ebenezer Scrooge suite is haunted by marley's ghost.

Maybe he walks the corridors and frightened Angus to death.

I'm serious.

So am I. What will it take to make you stop?

[Plumbing noises]

See?

Nothing like it.

You know, that's given me an idea.

Home plumbing, complete plumbing, basic plumbing,

Plumbing, plumbing, plumber's world.

I'm thinking of doing some plumbing.

Your temporary ticket.

There you are.

Look what I just dug up.

Ghostbuster's monthly?

Are you interested or not?

What is it?

It's one of Angus' old articles.

Oh, really?

Now listen.

"La grande boeuf, more washout than blow out?

Along with the cooking, the unsuccessful fusion on display

in this would-be trendy midtown eatery is that of the

naivety and ambition of owner-manager Elspeth Tate."

Elspeth Tate.

Isn't that the wedding planner woman?

No wonder she was so bitter about Angus.

Must have put her out of business.

And look, look who's in the picture?

That's Charles the chef.

Mm hmm.

Exhibiting his famous haggis.

Excuse me.

Do you let out your magazines?

Let me see the date.

You can have that one.

Are you sure?

When they get that old we just pass

them on to the dentist.

We really should use the bus more often.

It's so much better for the environment.

When's the next one?

34 hours.

Oh, look.

I thought I spotted this on the way through.

Ah ha.

Right.

Well, I'll see you at the bus stop.

What are you going to get in there?

Christmas cards.

If I get them written early I can give them to Matt to take

to New Zealand.

Well, don't rush.

Oy.

Oy yourself.

You'll thank me for this soon enough.

Hello.

What?

Watch the fireworks.

I thought you weren't coming.

Ten mixed cases.

Fine.

Stick them in the back.

Help yourself.

I'm your best customer.

I don't get any discount.

And now you expect me to do all the fetching

and carrying as well.

You're unbelievable.

You know your only brother is struggling and still you fight

me for every last penny.

That's what people wouldn't believe.

I'm only your brother when it suits you.

Oh, really?

And when would that ever be?

So why don't the boys get on?

I don't know.

They've been at it like Tyson and Bruno

since they were toddlers.

[Sighs]

I wish their dad was still here to sort them out.

Your key?

Mm.

Mrs. Thyme, have I annoyed you?

No, why?

I get the feeling you think I cleaned the words off that

mirror on purpose.

Did you?

No, I did not.

And if there's any way I can prove it to you I will.

Daisy, Elspeth Tate's just been on the phone.

Have housekeeping found the bride's garter in her room?

No, but it might have been scooped up with the linen.

Would you check the laundry bag before it goes?

That's all I need.

My own staff playing detective and looking for clues.

You never know.

They might find something.

Oh, please.

Don't you start.

The man died of natural causes in a locked room.

How could that be murder?

A locked room murder?

That would be "dance of the viper woman."

Eh, it would?

Dennis Price as Sherlock Holmes.

Moriarty kills Cecil Parker by piping gas in through the

keyhole, then sucking it all back out again.

So there'd be no smell.

What can I do for you, mr. Lawson?

You said it would be all right to have a look in the

summer house.

So I did.

I'll have it opened up for you.

It's where they shot the slaughter of the concubines

for "the many loves of genghis khan." Dennis

Lotis and Kay Kendall.

Directed by Vernon Sewell.

See what I have to deal with?

The clientele I have in mind aren't the kind to pass a

kidney stone just because they can stand on the spot where

Peter Cushing had his teeth kicked out in "Pride and

Prejudice."

[Laughter]

Miss Boxer.

Oh, hello, Daisy.

Is mrs. Thyme around?

Uh, she'll down in awhile.

There's something I want her to see.

Something very fishy has been going on in this hotel.

Is it to do with the mirror business?

Well, she was right to be suspicious.

Just wrong about me.

She'll know that when I show her.

If it's anything to do with Angus...

if it is, then you'll never believe who it points to.

Hello, Daisy.

Mrs. Lydecker, mrs. Lawson.

I'm going to get the keys to open up to summer house.

Don't you worry, dear.

I can guarantee you...

the boys will be right your heels.

Oh, look.

Isn't that the Ebenezer Scrooge window?

I do believe it is.

Where wilfred ramble stuck his head out and called to

that boy at the end of "a Christmas carol."

"Here, boy, take this half a crown and go and put your

hands on the last turkey in the shop." Hello?

Another bottle, please.

The same again, please.

Thank you.

The revenge of the ladies.

Those two have been ordering the chateau Chaloire.

It's over a hundred quid a bottle.

How much?

Shouldn't somebody tell them?

Oh, they know.

A nice surprise for the husbands at the

end of their stay.

How's the war on weeds?

About to enter a new phase.

Take a look at that.

See if you think it will work.

Oh.

There.

I reckon we'll get most of what we need from this.

Will that be all right with Stuart?

We won't ask him.

Hey.

You know the summer house?

The slaughter of the concubines?

Someone appears to have slaughtered one.

They must have hit her with this.

Don't touch it.

Daisy?

What about that [inaudible]?

I'll come back for it later.

Oh, no, please.

Sorry.

I'll do it.

My mum will want to go through everything.

Poor Daisy.

When they find the man who did it, I hope they dig a big

hole and bury him.

Do they know for sure it was a man?

They don't know anything for sure.

They think she might have surprised someone breaking

into the summer house.

Stuart, she told me that she'd found some evidence.

Rosemary, we've been through all that.

Just give it a minute.

Let it warm up.

What are you going to call it?

I thought perhaps a crickle valley steamer.

I've designed it to produce a wet steam, 110 degrees and

deliver it at ground level.

We looked at steam weeders.

We couldn't afford one.

Yes!

You see, it destroys the weeds and it

doesn't affect the vines.

Ah.

Very nice.

Is that all you can say?

Oh, bugger.

What happened, Burt?

What went wrong?

I know what you're going through.

Those letters you wouldn't take back.

They were to Daisy, weren't they?

Blackton.

Is this your handwriting?

What if it is?

"Meet me at the summer house tonight." This is going

straight to CID and if they find you laid a finger on

Daisy I'll top you myself.

Me?

You're accusing me?

She talked about someone who wouldn't let go.

I didn't know who it was until now.

She never said that.

My sister wouldn't lie.

You're the liar.

Ok.

Now, you're lost.

You're getting panicky now.

You've no idea where you are.

Suddenly you find the house.

Go to the fence quickly.

Nothing dampens their enthusiasm, does it?

So many b movies, so little time.

It didn't look to me as if she'd disturbed someone.

More as if someone had followed her here.

I thought I was the one with too much imagination.

Maybe the slaughter of the concubines got out of hand.

Either that or she was being silenced.

Horace.

What?

Cellar?

When I say.

Master of suspense.

Oh.

What's up?

Letter from Helena.

Typical.

She never puts a date.

Then she talks about this week and next week and last week

and expects me to be psychic.

Any news?

Oh, she's got a new job.

Sounds like a good one, apparently.

Good for her.

This is what I mean.

She makes it sound like she's going to be

staying in Paris for...

Months?

Years.

Christmas?

Well, without a date to go on it could mean anything.

That's a point.

What?

Was there a date on the letter Dan

found in Daisy's things?

I don't know.

If the relationship they had was months ago and they used

to meet in the summer house...

Then the letter could be referring to back then and not

have anything to do with her murder at all.

If you can't the terms then don't make the deal.

You've got me over a barrel and you know it.

You've annoyed because you thought you'd be able to do

without me and now you're right back where you were.

Ain't that the truth.

Come on.

I'll buy you a drink now.

At least you'll get something back.

Where did you find the precious garter?

In with the laundry.

Daisy found it.

Ah.

Poor Daisy.

"Love, Laura." "Dear cousin libby, it's strange to think

you'll be reading this in bright sunshine while I'll be

in the cold and snow.

How's Barry?

Does he still go out in the boat for

crayfish every morning?

I hope my Matt's behaving himself.

It's funny but Christmas changes.

You think less and less about the time you're having and

more about the Christmases you've had, the people you

were with who could be with us no more." [Sighs]

Damned weeds.

[Loud noises, groaning]

Horace.

What is it?

Do you ever go up to the attic?

Hey?

Have you been in the attic?

I've been in the cellar.

Do you know what's up there?

There's nothing up there.

I wasn't half asleep this time.

I definitely...

I definitely heard something being

dragged across the floor.

There's no floor in the attic.

Someone's having you on.

I know I didn't imagine it.

Old houses creek.

And this house creeks more than most.

You need a drink.

Horace, a large brandy for my friend.

One last jolt of silver, and we're ready to roll.

Stand back please, ladies.

I'm afraid your flame has gone out, old sport.

Don't be so quick to assume.

I'll change the gas.

Safety first, Ben.

Don't forget to ventilate.

How is he?

[Sighs]

He keeps it in.

I never even knew about him and Daisy.

Really?

Not at all?

Well, I knew he'd gone soft on someone last year and it

was just after Daisy started at the hotel.

I think they met up a few times but I didn't put two and

two together.

[Sirens]

Benjamin Blackton?

Yes?

I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of

Daisy Miller.

You do not have to say anything but it may harm your

defense if you do not mention we questioned something you'd

like to rely on in court.

What do you think you're doing?

That letter proves nothing.

We traced the murder weapon.

It was a piece of the old heating system.

The same as that.

Ah.

All right.

This murder weapon business.

It's ridiculous.

Anyone could have picked up the pipe.

Yes, but put together with the letter and the fact that

Ben has no alibi, I mean, what does that say to everyone?

It doesn't say guilty to me.

Yes, nor me.

Daisy didn't go to the summer house to meet

Ben or anyone else.

She went because the film fans asked that it be unlocked.

How did the plumbing job go?

Rather a success.

Looking for anything special?

My friend seems rather keen on this place and I think I'm

going to have to get her a present.

To cheer her up.

Something Christmasy.

The donkey's a very potent symbol of Christmas.

Mary on the donkey riding into bethlehem, the

donkey in the stable.

Three wise men.

They rode camels.

Sorry.

The thing is, there's no mention of them in the bible.

Camels?

The donkeys.

No mention at all.

But imagine it without them.

You can't, can you?

You've got me there.

Donkey handbag.

Not very seasonal.

Donkey key rings.

Donkey mouse.

Donkey mouse mat.

Donkey tee shirt.

Little donkey.

Nina and Fredrick.

Very rare.

Nothing to play it on.

Donkey kong?

Isn't that a gorilla?

I don't know.

Is it?

Donkey diary.

Oh!

Oh, we're out of those.

Does your friend like to read?

Mm hm.

Don quixote.

You realize your steamer has

problem-solved us out of a job.

There's no money to fix the Land Rover.

And without it we can't get a job to raise any.

It's like catch 32.

22.

Well, ours is worse.

And before you even think about it, we're not getting

another tent.

[Loud noises including groaning]

And that...

that is all I need.

What are you doing?

I don't know what it is.

But whatever it is, I am not in the mood.

Horace was right.

There is nothing up here.

[More noises

That's where it's been coming from.

[More noises]

I reckon the pipes come down about here.

Ahh.

And they will go all the way down to the cellar.

[Grunting and groaning sounds]

What's he doing?

It's a laundry bag, you idiot.

He's a touch deaf.

Ok.

So.

Listen to this.

The laundry comes down the chute and

into the laundry bags.

And last thing at night Horace drags the bags on the floor to

the hoist, puts it on the chain, ready for the van in

the morning.

Ahh.

A few grunts and groans and there's your ghost.

Well, how did I hear it all the way up there?

Well, whoever took out the heating system must have left

a pipe in place.

There's our pipe.

Right.

Now that would act as a speaking tube right up into

the roof space.

Yeah.

Oh, look.

Butane gas.

The chef was using that in the kitchen.

Laura (offscreen): Nice trick, Stuart.

10 Pounds worth of wine in a 100 pound bottle.

How many of those will a wedding party get through?

Look, all right, you've caught me in a

trick of the trade.

I'm not proud.

What's it going to cost me?

Oh, my god.

What did it cost Angus Fairley?

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

You were caught out by the very man who could either make

your fortune or put you out of business.

One drink at the wedding party would have told Angus

exactly what he was up to.

As soon as you saw the drink in his hand you knew it.

Did you spike his champagne with butane to shut him up?

How would I do that?

With gas from the chef's blow torch.

Ridiculous.

I didn't even see Angus that morning.

You didn't need to.

You came down here, opened the champagne, bubbled the gas

through it, put the cork back in the bottle...

And then sent up a champagne breakfast with

complements of the house.

The moment the bubbles hit the back of his throat, bang.

One whiff of butane is enough to crash a healthy heart.

And why would anyone suspect you?

Poor Stuart, robbed of his five star review.

Could have is one's thing.

Proving it's another.

And Daisy.

When she came down here looking for the missing garter

in the laundry she must have discovered your

little set up as well.

There's only one use for a bottle corker in a wine

cellar, Stuart, and it's not an honest one.

And I killed her for that?

Get real.

Ben did it.

They found his letter.

You planted that.

You had all the letters Ben had written to her.

And you sent her to the summer house.

Well, it's my word against yours, then.

Lydecker (offscreen): I drink to the buried that

repose all around us.

Lawson (offscreen): and I to your long life.

These woods are extensive.

The montresors were a great and numerous family.

Oh, we didn't know there was anyone down here.

No problem.

No harm done.

As I told you before, the cellar's

Not open to the public.

Health and safety.

Yes, your health and your safety.

We'll go.

Just a minute, chaps.

Were you filming just before you found Daisy Miller's body?

"The body in the boot."

Dermot Walsh and Hazel court, 1962.

No, what I, what I mean is, were you filming with the

House in the background?

Because we think that someone followed Daisy to the summer

House and... And you might have caught it on film?

I suppose we can spin back and find out.

Oh, my camera.

Um, I'm here for the rest of Daisy's...

if it's there, it's on this one.

You don't know where you are.

Then suddenly you find the house.

You go to the fence quickly.

I see [inaudible]

Your head down.

Quickly.

I don't see why I...

I can't remember what he says in this bit.

He doesn't say anything.

Just walk out of shot.

Do you want me to skulk or just walk?

Just walk.

Look.

Right there.

So this daft little hobby of ours is what

produced the result?

Definitely.

Would you mind telling that to the women?

It's not my fault.

You know, I used to say you were capable of anything.

I didn't know the half of it.

It's a hotel, Stuart.

It's just a bloody hotel.

Have a night cap?

Chef made me some cocoa.

Crickle valley white, please.

A large one.

[Sighs]

Oh, dear.

Families, eh?

If only they could stay together.

Yes.

Helena is definitely away for Christmas.

The new job will keep her in Paris.

Are you going to join her?

She thinks I'm spending it with Matt.

And Matt thinks you're spending it with Helena.

Not a word to either of them.

Oh, look.

You can come spend Christmas with me.

It's not going to be that small a turkey.

That's...

That's very nice, no, but, um, you know, no, I'll be fine.

Oh, come on.

I've got no plans.

And I've already got you a present.

Already?

You want to see it?

What's this?

It's Rudolph.

It's...

It's a donkey.

With sort of pipe cleaner antlers and...

What's the point of the grape?

That's his red nose.

Ahh.

Pinot noir.

Ben (behind the vines): Amazing.

So all this here, this will mulch down into the soil and

give you an even better crop next year which I would say is

a reason for celebration.

I've advertised for someone to run Woodley court for me

and I'm planning theme weekends for movie fans.

Ooh.

That sounds exactly like thing

Stuart would have detested.

Oh, you can be sure I will send him all the brochures.

Oh, what about Bert?

Shouldn't we wait?

Oh, he'll be here in a minute.

[Horn honking]

Bert.

How did you do it?

I used the force.

What, like in

"Star wars?" No.

Like in the local police force.

They were scrapping a couple of Rovers and Dan got me first

dibs on the gear boxes.

I think we should have a toast.

To absent friends.

I'd say something fancy but I can't think what.

Angus put it best.

"Music is the wine that fills the cup

of silence." Angus.

Where's that from?

Blake?

Wordsworth?

Robert Fripp.

King Crimson.

Cheers.

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