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Hello, Miss Simpson. Have
a very good afternoon.

- Afternoon, Miss Simpson.- Hello, Anna.

Ah, sneaking off, are you, Emily?

I wouldn't call it sneaking, Lucy.

Anyway, who's talking?
You've been out all day.

I'm not gonna tell you where.

You didn't find it?
No.

You'll be buying me tea this year, my dear.

Hmm! You wait and see.

Chance would be a fine thing!

Spurred coral root.

[Shutter clicks]

MAN: [ Moaning]
[ Shutter clicks]

[Breathing heavily]

[Moaning ecstatically]

[Gasps]

Oh! Ah!

[ Buzzing]

Come on. Out you go.

EMILY: I-I'm so sorry.

You see, I didn't know who to call.

Yes.

You've been most helpful.

Thank you.

[Dialing]

Good evening.

I'd like a number in Brighton, please.

[Knocking continues]

WOMAN: Hello? What number
is it you require?

[Hinges squeak]

This is it here, sir.

Really, Troy? I'd never have guessed.

[Door closes]

Morning, Tom.

Haven't seen you in a while.

We only meet when there's a corpse.

How did she die?

DR. BULLARD: That's easy. Broken neck.

But the question is, did she fall...

[Chuckles] Or was she pushed?

Yes. I noticed that too.
Scuff marks on the carpet.

She might not have fallen at all.

Blow to the back of the neck and...
Then dragged over here, make
it look like an accident.

But it doesn't make sense.

I mean, who'd want to bump
off an 80-year-old spinster?

Not even rich. She used to be a teacher.

Who called us in?

The old girl who lives opposite.
She thinks it's murder.

Well, of course it was murder.

I saw Emily come home about 6:00,

and I knew something was wrong.

How exactly did you know, Miss Bellringer?

Well, she slammed the door, for a start.

Now, some people close doors and
some people slam them.

Emily was very much a closer.

Is that it?

And she didn't padlock her tricycle.

Now, Emily was very particular about this.

She was afraid of thieves.

We all are these days.

But it's no reflection
on you, Chief Inspector.

But to leave her tricycle like that,

she must have been very upset.

Do you have any idea what
might have upset her?

No, I told you, the last
time I spoke to her,

she was about to go into the wood.

Looking for this flower.

The spurred coral root.

And it's an orchid, not a flower.

It's been seven years since we saw one.

And I found it that time,

so Emily had to give me
tea at the Regency Hotel.

It was our little competition.

Maybe she couldn't find it.
Maybe that's what upset her.

I hardly think so.

Would Miss Simpson have picked the orchid

if she'd found it?

Oh, no. She'd have marked
the position and photographed it.

We have pointers.

Red ribbons for her and yellow for me.

Oh, very nice.

There was a camera on Miss Simpson's table.

We'll check if there's a film inside.

Right.

Well, thank you, Miss Bellringer.

You will look into this, Chief Inspector?

Because I know something is wrong.

We'll look into it, Miss Bellringer.

I shall have to go over tomorrow.

I still haven't told the bees.

I'm sorry?

Well, you have to tell the
bees when somebody dies.

Otherwise they just clear off.

[Clock chiming]

Clear off her rocker, if you ask me.

You didn't believe her?

Well, what's she got to go on?

A slammed door and a
trike that wasn't padlocked.

It's a waste of time.

Are you Mr. Barnaby?

Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby, yes.

Who are you?

My name is Dennis. Dennis Rainbird.

My card.

Oh, you're an undertaker.
Yes.

I'm based in Causton,

but as it happens l live
here in Badger's Drift,

and I thought I ought to pop by.

Miss Simpson was a client.

I'm sorry?

She prepaid. Our Satin service.

It's one of our complete funeral packages.

Very up market.

Although, between you and me, I
let her have it at a discount.

She taught my mum, you know.

What can I do for you, Mr. Rainbird?

I was wondering if I could take her...
the deceased.

Oh, I'm afraid that won't
be possible for a little while.

Oh!

So you do suspect some naughtiness.

It was her neck, I understand.

Who told you that?

Oh, come on. Everyone knows by now.

It's that sort of village.

Well, you can't have the body yet.

All right?

Sir?

Oh.

I see you've got a right constable there.

You let me know when you're ready for me.

TROY: See the car?

Yes.

TROY: You wouldn't have thought

they were so well paid,
would you, undertakers?

[Engine revs]

Check out that camera. And the telephones.

Find out what calls Miss
Simpson made after 6:00.

So you're taking it seriously, then, sir?

No, Troy.

Actually I'm just filling in time till tea.

Right.

Oh, uh, camera and telephone, right.

What about you?

I must find the doctor.

Something wrong, sir?

Emily Simpson's doctor, Troy.

Maybe she did suffer from dizzy spells.

Maybe she did just fall.

Either way, I want to know.

Dr. Lessiter: No.

Well, she never complained to me.

She was remarkably fit for her age.

When did you last see her, Dr. Lessiter?

Couple of days ago.Well, I-I don't know.

I liked to drop in at the end of my rounds.

You know, glass of sherry and all that.

You didn't talk to her at
all in the last 24 hours?

No. I was away in Causton all day yesterday.

Local hospital.

No, you weren't, Daddy. That was Tuesday.

What?

You go to Causton on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

I'm just trying to be helpful.

DR. LESSITER: Oh.

Yes. You're right.

Thank you, Judith.

Of course I was in all day yesterday.

I was watching the cricket.The test match.

You're not treating this as
murder, are you, Inspector?

We're not ruling anything
out, Mrs. Lessiter.

Well, I was in Causton all day yesterday.

Shopping. I like shopping.

Ask Pookie.

No need to follow my wife, Inspector.

Just follow her credit-card slips.

God. Judy!

I don't know what's the
matter with her at the moment.

It's that boy she's seeing.

Yes. [Door closes]

He's an artist. Local chap.

I can call her back if you like.

No, it's all right.

I take it Judy is
your stepdaughter, Mrs. Lessiter?

Yes.

I'm Trevor's second wife.

You know, I really don't know how
we can help you, Inspector.

Do you know anyone who might have had a
grudge against Miss Simpson?

Any reason to cause her harm?

No!

I mean, no one would want to hurt her.
She didn't have an enemy in the world.

Is that the big bad policeman?

Yeah. Inspector Barnaby.

He doesn't have a blue light on his car.

[Engine turns over]

I wish he hadn't come.

Hold it.

Just like that.

Michael?
I love that look.

Right now.

It's the eyes.
Really?

Yes.

Sad and soft.

[Vehicle departs]

And just a little bit of fear.

I wish you wouldn't embarrass me like that.

Really?

How do you like to
be embarrassed, then, Pookie?

What were you buying in Causton?

Oh, just some clothes.

I'm surprised there are any
clothes left to buy.

Don't start, Trevor.

You have an allowance,
Barbara - a generous one.

If you overspend again...

You'll do what, Pookie?
[ Telephone rings]

Hello?

Yes, this is Barbara Lessiter.

Who is this? What do you want?

WOMAN: I think we both
know what I want, my dear.

The only question you should
be asking is how much?

500, Mrs. Lessiter.

That's what it'll cost to keep me quiet.

Otherwise I've got a
story to tell, haven't I?

Who was it?

No one.

What?

Oh, go away, Pookie.

Go away and leave me alone!

TOM: That's right, Troy.

Dinner's ready, Tom.

Yes, Troy. Thank you.

That's exactly what I wanted to know.

Thank you.

What's this, then?

It's Delia Smith.

Stewed neck of lamb with mushroom dumplings.

You can't go wrong with Delia Smith.

That's what I'd always thought.

Was that Sergeant Troy just now?

Yes.

You know, I'd like to meet him one day.

No, you wouldn't.

How's the new investigation going?

I think it is murder, Joyce.

Don't just think it. I feel it.

She was very old, wasn't she?
Emily Simpson.

How did she die?

Someone broke her...

Someone broke her neck.

You know Cully's coming tomorrow.

She's going to want to see a bit of you.

Yes.

It's just I know how you are when
you get started on a case.

Yes.

I have to go out this evening, I'm afraid.

Oh, Tom!

Emily Simpson made two telephone
calls before she died.

That's what Troy was telling me just now.

One was to directory inquiries.

She wanted a number in Brighton,

but she never got 'round to
saying what it was.

What about the other one?

Well, that's the odd thing.

She made a phone call to the local help line.

MAN: I understand that. I
completely understand that.

I know how you must feel.

WOMAN: She could still come
back to you, Brian.

I mean, I think that's what you're saying.

There's still hope.

MAN: I'm still here, Stewart.

You take your time.

I'm right here.

"I've got to talk to someone. I
don't know what to do."

That was how she
started. Something like that.

Go on.

And then she said she'd seen something.

She said she had to tell someone about it.

She said it was unbelievable.

Did she say what it was?

No.

Didn't you press her?
We're not meant to.

Anyway, then she said she
was going to call someone else,

that she knew who to call.

And then she thanked me and rang off.

And there was nothing more?

I'm sorry, Inspector.

I know there was something
else, but I can't think.

Well, if it does come to you...

you can give us a ring.

Yes. Of course.

Well, thank you, Miss Bazely.
Terry.

We only use Christian names here.

Tom.

TOM: Yes, please. Two bacon.

Scrambled egg.

And toast.

Thank you.

Morning, sir.

Don't you get a cooked
breakfast at home, sir?

No, Troy, I do not.

I got that medical
report from Dr. Bullard, sir.

Eh!

Struck with a heavy object as yet unidentified
at the base of the neck.

Looks like Emily Simpson was
murdered after all.

I'm amazed, Troy.

Oh, and I got those photographs that
you wanted developed.

The ones from the her camera.

Looks like she found that flower.

It must be somewhere 'round here.

Can I see the photograph again?

[Sighs]

This must be the first police search
organized for a flower.

It's an orchid.

MAN: Sir!

Oh, there! There's Emily's marker!

That's the orchid.

Spurred coral root.

Oh, it's so beautiful.

Poor Emily.

She wasn't killed because
she found an orchid.

No, Troy. But she found something.

And it upset her enough...

No, no. Don't... Don't move.

What is it?
Use your eyes, Troy.

Grass flattened. Brambles broken.

What, you think someone's been
having it away?

Is that what Emily Simpson saw?
Two people bonking?

Oh. Sorry.

Troy, have you got a pair of tweezers?

Swiss Army knife, sir.
Mm. Thank you.

TROY: What is it?

Piece of black fiber.
Off their clothes?

No, I don't think so.

I'd say a blanket or a
rug. Something like that.

Well, that would make sense, wouldn't it?

Right.

I want the whole place gone over.

Yes, sir.

Right.

I want this whole area gone over.

Do you really think that's what
it came down to, sir?

That she saw two people at it?

Looks like it, Troy.

But why would they want to kill her?

Unless it was adultery.

I suppose they could have been ass bandits.

What?
In the wood.

You mean homosexuals, Troy.

Well, that's what I said.

You are as politically
correct as a Nuremberg rally.

Whose house do you
think this could be, then?

PH. Why?

It's got a room with a view.

[Doorbell rings]

Oh, you must be Mr. Barnaby!

Iris Rainbird. Do come in.

Oh, and you too, dear.
Just in time for tea.

See you next week, Mrs. Rainbird.

Thank you, Anna. Thank you, dear.

My cleaner. Dishonest and she drinks.

But good domestic help is
impossible 'round here.

Do come in. Come in.

Straight ahead. Straight ahead.

Do sit down.

Denny! Pot to kettle!

Now, then, how can I help you?

Oh!

Poor Miss Simpson.

She taught me at school, you know.

Yes. Your son told me.

Oh, that's right! Dennis said he'd met you.

Seems to me, Mrs. Rainbird, you must
see a lot from your aerie.

My hide.

Yes, I'm a keen observer of wildlife.

Birds.

I thought I saw a pair of binoculars.

Yes.

You'd be amazed at how
many species I can pick up.

[Clattering]

Oh, here's Denny! You good boy!

Here's the tea.

Do help yourself, Chief Inspector.

The clubs are anchovy.

Salmon spread in the hearts.

Marmite spades and potted-meat diamonds.

I'll just have the cup of tea, thank you.

Yeah. And me, thanks.

Now, I expect you want to
know if I saw anyone around

at the time of Miss Simpson's death.

That was in my mind, Mrs. Rainbird.

Did you? It must have been about...

Between 7:00 and 8:00 yesterday evening.

And yes, Mr. Barnaby, there was someone.

Katherine Lacey.

Hmmmm!

IRIS: She lives in Holly Cottage.

That's just the other side of the village

to Miss Simpson's place.

She loves with her brother, Michael Lacey.

Calls himself an artist.

Hmm! Not that you'll find her there.

IRIS: Oh, no, no, no.

If you want to talk to her, try Tye House.

Tye House?

She's getting married next week.

Done very nicely for herself.

Dennis.
Oh, come on, Mummy.

It's the talk of the whole village.

Ever since the shooting.

[Gasps] Poor Bella.

I'm surprised you people didn't
investigate it more.

Bella Trace dying like that.

Yes, but they did say it was
just an accident, dear.

I suppose it's just an
accident that two years later

our Katherine is marrying the widower.

Henry Trace. Such a gentleman.

Years older than her. And stinking rich.

Where exactly was Katherine Lacey heading

when you saw her, Mrs. Rainbird?

Well, I don't really know.

She had one of her dogs with her,

and she was carrying an envelope.

So I suppose she was
going to the post office.

But then the phone rang, and
when I got back, she'd gone.

Iced sombrero, Constable?

No. Thank you.

And I'm a sergeant.

And Katherine Lacey was the only person

you saw yesterday evening.

Is that right?

Yes.

You know, Mrs. Rainbird, I'd have said

that 8:00 was a bit late for your hobby.

I mean, what are you likely to
see flying at that time?

Owls.

Ooh! Those two give me the creeps.

Ooh. A gay undertaker.

You don't suppose it was
him in the wood, do you?

[ Laughs] ... I somehow doubt it, Troy.

So, what about Katherine
Lacey and Tye House?

Not today.

Well, they certainly had it in for her.

That's right, Troy, but I'm going
home to see my daughter.

Katherine Lacey can wait.

Hi, Dad.
Hello, you!

What happened to the green hair?

That was last term, Dad.
And the tattoo?

It washed off.
Good to see you, Cully.

How long are you staying, love?

Oh, the whole week if that's okay.

Have you told him?

She's got the lead part in a play.

John Ford. "'Tis Pity She's a Whore."

I've come home to learn my lines.

I thought you were studying art history.

Oh, it's just for fun.

I don't know. I might switch, though. I like drama.

Would you go through my lines with me?

I doubt he'll have time, dear.

Not much meat on this chicken, is there?

It's not a chicken. lt's a quail.

How's the case going, Dad? Is it murder?

It's certainly hard work.
[ Telephone ringing]

I'll get it.

Hello.

Hello. Inspector Barnaby?

This is Terry Bazely at the helpline.

Oh, yes.

I've just remembered what
that old lady said to me,

the one who died, and I thought I
ought to give you a ring.

Yes. Well, please go on, Miss Bazely.

Terry.

Well, it doesn't make much sense,

but she said, "Just like poor Annabella."

That's what she said.

Annabella?

You're sure she didn't just say Bella?

Might have been. But I don't think so.

"Just like poor Annabella."

And then she hung up.

Well, thank you very
much for calling me, Terry.

Thank you very much.

DENNIS: Come on, Mummy.

It's the talk of the whole village.

Ever since the shooting.

[Gasps] Poor Bella.

I'm surprised you people didn't
investigate it more.

Bella Trace dying like that.

Who was that?

Oh, that was the help line.

Aren't you supposed to call them?

[Chuckles ] Well, things
aren't quite as bad as that.

Except that I might have two murders
now instead of just one.

What, a broken neck...
And a shooting.

All in a day's work.

I'm glad you've come home, Cully.

Will you read my lines with me?

I'll try.

Dad, I brought you a present from Cambridge.

What is it?
It's chicken and ham.

Don't tell me you got it!

Tex-den!

Oh! The rug!

Oh!

Oh, you clever, clever boy!

Where did you find it?
In the pond behind the quarry.

I saw them throw it in tied
'round some stones.

Yes.

How much do you think it's worth?

Think what the police will make of it

if their forensic people get hold of it.

They'd have a field day.

[ Laughs] This is the big one, Denny.

This is going to make us very, very rich.

Mummy.

Oh! Who's a good boy, then?

Who's a good boy?

[Both laughing]

There's not a lot here, Troy.
It's all I could find, sir.

Bella Trace shot in a hunting accident.

Two columns in the local
rag and a coroner's report.

Accidental death.

[ Stammers ] Hey!

[Tires screech]

Troy!

Bella. I wonder what that's short for.

This is Tye House here, sir.

Hm. How the other half live, eh?

Rather less than half, I'd say, Troy.

Who are you? What do you want?

I'm Detective Inspector Barnaby.

And this is Detective Sergeant Troy.

Who are you?

Ah. I'm sorry.

I'm David Whitely. Henry's estate manager.

Mr. Trace.

I suppose you're here about
that schoolteacher.

Emily Simpson. You knew her?

Uh, no, never met her.

I don't suppose you were in
the village at any time

between 6:00 and 8:00 on Wednesday.

Uh... no.

No. Don't remember where
I was. Out in the fields.

Is Mr. Trace at home?

Yes, but it's not a particularly good time.

He's getting married next week.

We won't take up too much of his time, sir.

He's in the drawing room.

Bella? I don't understand.

I thought you were here about
the teacher, Miss Simpson.

We are, sir.

But just before she died,

Miss Simpson may have
referred to your late wife

in the phone call she made.

She mentioned Bella?

She referred to her as "poor Annabella."

[ Laughs]You've got the wrong Bella.

Nobody ever called her that.

Had she been taught by Miss Simpson, sir?

Yes. As a matter of fact, she had.

But she was just Bella.

If it's not too painful, sir,

I'd be interested to
know how your wife died.

It is painful.

And I don't see how it's relevant.

Miss Simpson could have
known your wife as Annabella.

As a nickname, pet name,
something like that.

If there is a connection...
There is no connection.

We need to be sure.

Well, if you insist.

It was two years ago.

The start of the season.

[Gunshots]

There weren't many of us out there.

Myself. Bella.

David Whitely, my manager.

BELLA: Well done, darling.

HENRY: And Bella's
sister had also come along.

Phyllis. Phyllis Cadell.

She didn't shoot that often.

Always wondered why she
chose that day of all days.

Anyway, Dr. Lessiter was there.

Known him for years.

He had a couple of friends down from London.

Then there was Michael Lacey,
young friend of mine.

He'd come as a beater.

You know... to scare the birds.

I suppose it's always easy

to talk about these things with hindsight,

but I've often felt we were
really fated that day.

Bella tripped on a root and twisted
her ankle rather badly.

[Gunshots continue]

I suggested she go home, but
she said it was too far.

We were on the other side of the village.

You sure you're all right?

HENRY: Maybe if I'd been
more forceful, she'd be with us now.

Thanks.

It happened, oh, 10 minutes later.

Michael was standing right next to her.

[ Gunshot] Ah!

HENRY: He ran all the way back to Tye House,

but by the time the
ambulance arrived, it was all over.

Any one of us could have fired that shot.

Phyllis. Lessiter.

Myself.

It was an accident. A
horrible bloody accident.

And you've no right to
drag poor Bella's ghost

back from the past.

KATHERINE: Henry?

Oh. It's all right, Katherine.

This is Chief Inspector Barnaby.

Of course.

You're here to ask about poor Miss Simpson.

I understand, Miss Lacey,
that you don't live here.

Not at the moment, no.

I will do so, of course.
After next Saturday.

We're to be married then, Inspector.

KATHERINE: I live at Holly Cottage.

It's on the edge of the woods.

I share it with my brother, Michael.

And where were you on Wednesday evening?

On Wednesday?

The night Miss Simpson was killed.

Well, I was here.

Well, don't ask me. I was
sleeping all evening.

You didn't leave the house?

No.

We've had reports that you were seen
in the village, Miss Lacey.

That's not true.

Oh, wait. I did go out.

I went into the village to post a letter.

I took Benjy with me.

Oh. That's a nice dog.

["I Barks] - Oh!"

KATHERINE: Benjy!

He's not very good with strangers.

Are you treating everyone as
suspects in this business?

It's important for me to
know where everyone was

on Wednesday evening.

Was there anyone else in the house?

Oh, only Phyllis, my sister-in-law.

[Knock on door, door opens]

Sorry to interrupt.

Henry, they're having
trouble with the generator.

They want to move it closer to the marquee.

What, and ruin the speeches? No way.

I'll talk to them.
No. I'll go.

You've finished, I take it?

I'd like to talk to Phyllis
Cadell, please, sir.

You can talk to whom you like.

I'll take you up.

We're all under a lot of
pressure at the moment.

How did you meet Henry Trace, Miss Lacey?

He looked after Michael and
me after our parents died.

He was a sort of guardian.

To be honest, I don't know what
we'd have done without him.

[indistinct talking on television]

This is her room.

MAN: 14 miles off Plymouth in
the English Channel?

Eddystone.
Eddystone.

Phyllis?

Sorry to disturb you. lt's the police.

Police?! Right! Oh!

Are you all right?
Yes, yes, of course. Um...

They want to ask you about Emily Simpson.

Oh. Emily Simpson, yes.

Why didn't I think of that?

Thank you very much, Miss Lacey.

We won't take up any more of your time.

[Exhales sharply]

I suppose you must think I was
quite startled just now.

Well, you see, the thing is,

I thought you'd come about my car tax.

It's been on my conscience now for weeks.

And what with the
wedding and everything, I...

Must be a busy time for you, Miss Cadell.

Well, yes, it is.

I've looked after the house for
seven years now, Mister...

Barnaby. And this is Sergeant Troy.

Seven years. Yes. I came
with my sister, Bella.

And now this.

Well, I never thought
Henry would, um, marry again.

But I do what I can even
if I'm quite worn out.

You, uh, planning to stay on living here

after the wedding, Miss Cadell?

No! No!

No, a house cannot hold two mistresses.

Henry has a cottage on the estate,

and I'm being pensioned off there.

I'm quite looking forward to it.

And I'm sure Henry will be
much happier without me.

Uh, you wanted to ask a-about Emily Simpson?

Yes.

Well, I'm afraid I can't help you there.

Not at all.

I didn't leave the house that day,
and I didn't see anything.

Well, I've been so busy, you see,

what with the, uh, wedding.

And everything.

[Sighs] Pathetic.

Phyllis Cadell?

That story about the car
tax. She was scared shitless.

Oh! You do have a way with
words, don't you, Troy?

What are we investigating, sir?
Emily Simpson or Bella Trace?

Two unnatural deaths in the same small area

involving the same circle of people.

What do you think, Troy?

We're investigating both.

Creepy!-

Let's try around the back.

Hi. Are you Michael Lacey?

Yes. Can I help you?

Yes. I'm Inspector Barnaby,
and this is Sergeant Troy.

Oh.
We're police officers.

How nice.

You didn't answer the door.

No. No, I didn't.

I, uh... I was painting.

You'd better come through to the kitchen.

No, no. That's my studio.

I don't like people going in there.

This way.

Yes, I'm sorry about Miss Simpson.

I liked her.

But there's no point asking me about it.

I don't have anything
to do with the village.

And the village doesn't
have much to do with me.

Could you tell me where you
were last Wednesday, Mr. Lacey?

No.

I don't know. I was probably here.

I am most days.
Not much of a life.

My work is my life.

You wouldn't understand that.

I might have gone for a walk or something.

I don't remember.

I do have a couple of other questions,

if you don't mind, Mr. Lacey.

I do mind. But go on.

I understand that you were present

when the late Mrs. Trace was killed.

- Bella?- Mm.

Yes. Yes, I was.

But you don't think there's
any connection, do you?

You were actually with
her when she was shot?

Yes. Yes, I was.

But I didn't have anything to do with it.

I didn't even have a gun.

TOM: You went for help.

Yes, I ran hell for
leather back to Tye House.

Katherine was there. My sister.

Bella's been shot.

We have to call an ambulance!

But by the time it got
there, it was too late.

She died before it arrived.

And now your sister is going
to marry Henry Trace.

Yes.

How do you feel about that, Michael?

Tye House.

5,000 acres.

Tons of money in the bank.

I'll say one thing for Katherine.

She certainly doesn't come cheap.

[Engine turns over]

CULLY: This noble creature was in every part

so angel-like, so glorious,

that a woman, who was
not human, as was I...

JOYCE: Who had not been but human.

Oh, who had not been but human, as was I,

would have kneeled to
him and begged for love.

You!

Why, you are not worthy
once to name his name

without true worship,

or, indeed, unless you kneeled,
to have another name him.

What was he called?

We are not come to that.

Let it suffice that you
shall have the glory to father

what so brave a father got.

Hi, Dad.

I didn't hear you come in.
That sounded good.

Is it coming on?
I think she's wonderful.

We're going to have to go up and see her.

If I ever manage to learn it all.

How's the case going?

Oh, I don't know.

Why do I get the feeling that
everyone is lying to me?

Everyone!

They always lie to you, Tom.
And you always know.

That's why you're so good at your job.

Oh, I'd better get dinner.

Um, Mum, I thought maybe we
could go out tonight.

No, no. I've got a nice pot-au-feu
in the deep freeze.

You read Cully's lines with her, Tom.

It'll take your mind off things.

You'll get there, Dad.

You always do.

Do you want a drink?
No, thanks. No, thanks.

[Horses snorting]

White lilies. You forgot the white lilies.

[Sighs]

This is the Satin service.

What's this?

It's a letter, Pookie. We
get them every morning.

You've withdrawn 500 pounds from
our joint reserve account.

Oh, yes. Might have.

Might have? 500 pounds?

We're not exactly overdrawn, Trevor.

What's it for?

It's a surprise.

For our anniversary.

We've never celebrated our anniversary.

By the time we got to the first one,

we knew there was nothing to celebrate.

Well, this one's going to be different.

You're not going to the
funeral dressed like that,

are you, Judith?

Michael says bright colors suit me.

Anyway, I hate black.

Where are you going?

I thought I'd leave you
two to bicker in private.

You can go in the front
if you like, Phyllis.

No, no. I know my place.

[Engine turns over]

I know that my redeemer liveth

and he shall stand upon
the last upon the earth,

whom I shall see for myself and
mine eyes shall behold

and not another.

Which one of them, Troy?

Sir?

Which one of them?

Eternal God is thy refuge,

and underneath are the everlasting arms.

TOM: Mrs. Rainbird's no more a
birdwatcher than I am.

So what's she been
using those binoculars for?

And that son of hers, with
his personalized Porsche.

Where did he get the money to pay for that?

Dr. Lessiter tells me he
spent Wednesday afternoon

watching the test match.

There was no test match.

Rain stopped play!

And his wife's just as bad.

She was shopping in
Causton all day on Wednesday?

It's early closing.

Katherine Lacey tells us she
never left the house

on Wednesday afternoon.

Except that she was seen.

So, suddenly it's another story...

She went to post a letter.

Then there's the question of Bella Trace

and the shooting accident.

You don't think it was an accident?

TOM: Henry Trace's story,
what he told us...

There's something
wrong. Something doesn't add up.

TROY: You think he was lying?

TOM: I don't know. Maybe he was.

Maybe he was simply mistaken in his account.

But he wasn't telling us the truth.

Michael Lacey.

Why did he run all that
way back to Tye House

to call the ambulance when
the accident happened

on the other side of the village?

Why didn't he call the ambulance from there?

And why, that day of all days,

did Phyllis Cadell decide to shoot?

Which one of them, Troy? Which one?

It seems they're all bloody liars.

One of them is something more.

For as much as it's pleased almighty
God of his great mercy

to take unto himself the soul
of our dear sister here departed,

we therefore commit her body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes
to ashes, dust to dust.

Amen.

You still haven't caught him?

Oh, it's early days yet, Miss Bellringer.

Not for poor Emily.

Oh, come and have a
sherry, Chief Inspector.

I feel the need of a drink.

I'm afraid funerals do that for me.

Yes, of course I remember the
day Bella died.

It was terrible.
No, thank you.

TOM: Henry Trace was
already in a wheelchair?

Yes. Polio.

Bella never coped with it very well.

You know, when she died,

I always thought he'd marry Phyllis.

Oh, the sister-in-law?
Mm.

She adored him.Still does, for all I know.

What can you tell me about Katherine Lacey?

Well, she's Henry's ward.

She and Michael, her brother...

When their parents died, in a car crash,

Henry sort of adopted them and set them up

in the gamekeeper's cottage on the estate.

Holly Cottage?
Yes.

They were very young then.
Barely into their teens.

Oh, and there was a nanny.

Mary Sharpe. That was her name.

Nanny Sharpe.

She was meant to look after them,

but she had a terrible time.

In what way?

Well, I understand the
children were always fighting.

Endless rows.

In the end, Mary upped and left,

and now she's retired down on the coast.

Emily could have told you more.
She knew Mary quite well.

A bit more sherry?

No, I'm fine, thank you very much.

If you ask me,

Katherine's the one to look out for.

Meaning?

Well, that girl is far too beautiful

for other peoples' good.

If she was found "bonking" in the wood,

she has the most to lose.

She's got a point.

You did say Katherine
was seen in the village.

Yes. She was seen walking her dog.

Oh, well, there was no dog here that night.

Wellington goes crazy if a
dog comes anywhere near.

She could have tied it
up somewhere and come here alone.

Hm. Not that dog.

She sometimes ties it
up outside the post office.

It barks its head off. You'd
have heard it a mile away.

Oh! Damn.

Do you know, for a minute I thought I had

the whole thing solved?

I think it all went terribly well, Dennis.

Beautiful service.

You know, I think I
deserve another marron lyonnaise.

[Chuckles]

[Doorbell rings]

If that's Mrs. Quine, she's early.

I'll go.

[ Door opens]
Oh. It's you.

[ Door closes]
Oh, who is it, Dennis?

[ Footsteps]

Dennis?

[Gasps]

[Gasps]

[Groans]

[indistinct talking]

DR. BULLARD: Did you see the mother?

Head almost clean off. I've
never seen such ferocity.

Murder weapon?
Knife. 10 inches long.

And heavy. They must
have taken it with them.

I want their clothes
bagged and down to forensic.

Yes, sir.
What a mess.

[Sighs] Who found them?

A Mrs. Quine. Cleaning lady.

She's being treated for shock outside.

No surprise.

I suppose I'd better talk to her.

Don't expect to get much sense.

Sir? You'd better come and
take a look at this.

You're not gonna believe it.

On the contrary, Troy.
I rather think I will.

What was it she said, sir?
About birdwatching?

Listen to this.

"At 10:30 a.m., Mr. and
Mrs. 'W' crossed over by post box"

to avoid Miss 'G.'

11:14 a.m. ... 'A' called on Mrs. 'S.'

"Stayed 15 minutes."

There must be a couple of hundred entries

in this file alone.

I mean, thousands of them over the years.

Well, take them all down, Troy.

We're going to have to go
through the lot of them.

They didn't miss anything.

Including the murder of Emily Simpson.

And maybe of Bella Trace too.

Blackmail, sir?

You think that was the Rainbirds' game?

TOM: Oof.

Look, Troy.

The last page has been torn out.

Looks like they made one entry too many.

ANNA: She wasn't a bad old stick.

She was a bit peculiar.

Her and her son.

Him being an undertaker and all.

But she was very good to me.

[Sobbing ] In her own way,
she was really good to me.

What time did you come to the house?

About 4:00.

Tuesday mornings and Friday afternoons.

Those were my hours.

And you didn't see anyone near
the house, coming or going?

Oh, but I did.

I told one of your men about it.

She was standing at the
front door as I came,

holding a basket.

She'd been pressing the doorbell,

but... but she'd gone when I arrived.

Did you recognize this woman?

Well, it was Katherine Lacey.

You know.

The one who's getting wed.

Tye House, sir?

No. Let's try Holly Cottage.

And that's a bend just ahead, Troy.

I've seen it, sir.

[Tires screeching]

And do me a favor, Troy,
when we get there...

if we get there... park at
the bottom of the lane.

[indistinct shouting]

KATHERINE: How can you be so unfair?

MICHAEL: You know, sometimes
you really make me sick.

I don't care if you marry him for money.

But why can't you come clean and admit it?!

It's not like that!

Oh, so what is it like,

tying yourself to a
bloody cripple at your age?

That "bloody cripple" looked after us!

If it hadn't been for him,
we wouldn't have had a home!

We wouldn't have anything.

Yeah, well, he's getting
his pound of flesh now, isn't he?

He's not buying me, Michael.

Oh, so what is he doing, then?
Renting you by the hour?!

KATHERINE: All right, then.
Don't come to our wedding.

Henry and I are better off without you.

[ Door opens]

I won't bother buying a present, then!

Do you want to follow her, sir?
No, Troy.

I think I'd like to take a
closer look in here.

What, you mean go in without a warrant?

Isn't that a bit, uh...
Got a problem, Troy?

No, no. Just glad I didn't suggest it.

If anyone finds us, you did.

This must be his room.

Oof. What a way to live, eh?

And this must be hers.

Getting ready to move out?

Ah. The nanny's room.

Maybe.

There's no maybe about it, Troy.

Mary Sharpe. That was her name, wasn't it?

Oh. Yes.

[ Rattling]

[ Banging]

Pity!

Locked?
Yeah.

I'd be interested to know

exactly what Michael Lacey paints in there.

Come on.
I could force it, sir.

You've broken enough
rules for one day, Troy.

But thank you all the same.

Dad?

Oh. Come in, love.

Mum gone to bed?
Hours ago.

What's all this?

Notebooks.

Iris Rainbird took neighborhood watch
to unheard of extremes.

You wouldn't think, would
you, one small village

could have so much trouble bubbling
away under the surface.

Was it very horrid? The bodies.

I've seen worse.

I think...

You know what really bothered me, Cully?

I didn't feel anything.

Not for Iris Rainbird. Or her son.

Well, they weren't very nice people.

Well, they were people.

All I could think about
was, just another death.

Gets the machinery moving again.

More clues. More statements.

But I am one more step
further down the road.

Want me to go through your lines with you?

How's it going?

Oh, well, four acts down. One to go.

Yes. Well, I suppose it's the last
act that really matters.

HENRY: Katherine, we can't.

Henry, we don't have any choice.

Not now. lt's out of the question.

Ah, Barnaby.
Mr. Trace.

I'm glad you're here. Voice of sanity.

Katherine wants to cancel the wedding.

I don't know what to say to her.

200 people coming. Caterers. Presents.

Everything's organized.

First Miss Simpson. Now the Rainbirds.

How can we have a wedding?
How can we even think of it?

Have you found anyone, Mr. Barnaby?

Are you going to make an arrest?

I'm afraid I'm here to ask
you some questions, Miss Lacey.

About the Rainbirds.

Katherine? Well, that's ridiculous.

You went to their house yesterday.

After the funeral.

Yes.

What? You never told me.

I didn't want to talk about it.

Come into the house. I'll show you.

Henry was asleep, so I
went for a walk in the woods.

I got these.

Mushrooms.
Yes.

I saw Iris last week at the
parish council meeting.

She gave me a recipe.

I said next time I went mushroom picking,

I'd save her a few.

So you took them 'round to her house?

I got there... I think it must have
been about half past 4:00.

I rang at the doorbell,
but there was no answer.

I thought it was strange because
she was always in.

It was only later I realized,

while I was outside, they must have been...

Oh, God.

Now do you understand, Henry?

Everything's over. It's all slipping away.

I don't suppose you saw anyone in the wood.

No.

Did you see anyone near the house?

I think there was someone coming,
but I didn't see them.

Mrs. Quine.

Look, everything's perfectly clear now.

Can't you leave us alone?

I'm afraid not, sir.

We found certain notebooks in
Mrs. Rainbird's house.

I'm here to make an arrest.

Phyllis Cadell, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the murder of Bella Trace

on the 26th of June, 1995.

Troy?

You don't have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention when questioned

something which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.

Phyllis?

No. It's all right, Henry.

Yes.

I did it.

I'll get my coat.

It was Bella who brought
me to Tye House, you know.

To help with Henry.

He was in that wheelchair,
and she just couldn't cope.

I did everything for him.

And he was...

so grateful.

And then I began to realize...

that if Bella wasn't there,

if it was just the two of us...

him and me...

So you decided to kill her.

Yes.

I'd learned how to handle a
gun when I was quite young.

It's something one does in the country.

And then, that day, I said
I was going to join them.

On the shoot.

I didn't really have a plan.

It was all very confused.

People shooting all over the place.

I took a hip flask filled with vodka.

And I kept on drinking.

It was the only way that I
could get the courage.

[ Gunshot, wings flapping ]

All the dead birds.

The noise. The blood.

Made me feel sick and dizzy.

I didn't think I was going
to be able to do it.

And Bella was always so close to me.

Or else there'd be
someone between her and me.

And then she walked away.

She was talking to one of the beaters.

And I knew I had my chance.

It all happened so quickly.

I... No one saw me.

I doubled back behind the
trees and managed to hide.

Then I waited until I had a clear shot.

And then...

I shot her.

It was terrible.

I saw her pitch forward and
fall to the ground.

And then I just panicked.

I got up, and I ran and I ran.

So you went back to Tye House?

I went to my room and locked myself in.

I was shaking.

And then a short while later,

I heard Michael Lacey come to the house,

and I went downstairs.

Bella's been shot.

We have to call an ambulance!

I thought then that I'd done it.

That I'd got away with it.

How could I know I'd have been seen?

Mrs. Rainbird.

She put it all in those notebooks, did she?

Oh, yes.

"P.C... 5,000.

P.C... 5,000. P.C... 2,000"

When did it start?

A week after the funeral.

They suddenly invited me.

I had to go to that revolting house.

IRIS: Poor Bella. [Chuckles]

Oh, I expect you'll be needed more than ever

at Tye House now, my dear.

Quite the chatelaine you'll be, won't you?

[ Laughs 1.

Ah! Here's Denny with the tea.

Now, what will you have?

The diamonds are marmite,
the spades are jam,

the hearts are tuna,

and the clubs are sandwich spread.

[Chuckles]

PHYLLIS: I don't know how
they'd got the gun.

They must have stolen it from my room.

But they didn't even mention it.

They just sat there looking at me.

Smiling.

It was horrible.

TOM: How much did they take?

Everything.

50,000 my mother had left me.

And Henry gave me some of Bella's jewelry.

It's all gone.

They'd even stopped asking me.
They knew they'd cleared me out.

[Knock on door]

[ Door opens]

Sir, there's someone here
for you in reception.

Troy.

Did you kill her?

Mrs. Rainbird. And her son.

Of course she didn't do it, Troy.

You don't give someone all your money

and then decide to kill them, do you?

Well, if she'd killed once...

Yes, but there's something about that
story, the shooting party.

It's still not right.

Oh, Mr. Whitely.

Come in, Mr. Whitely. Take a seat.

Thank you.

They, uh... They told
me you wanted to see me.

Yeah. Sit down.

There's something I wanted to ask you.

You know you're featured in this?

What is it?

One of Mrs. Rainbird's notebooks.

"5:50 p.m. Wednesday."

D.W. drives back from Mrs. L.

Look.

There's a red star by it.

Now, I believe that D.W.is you...
David Whitely.

So who is Mrs. "L"?

Uh...

It's Barbara.

Barbara Lessiter.

Dr. Lessiter's wife.

And you were with her when
Emily Simpson was killed.

Is that right?

Yes.

We've been, uh, seeing each other awhile.

So she wasn't shopping in Causton.

Did Mrs. Rainbird try to blackmail you, sir?

Uh, no.

No. But she... she did ring Barbara.

If Dr. Lessiter found out,
God knows what would have happened.

She wanted 500.

Did Mrs. Lessiter pay?

Yeah.

I told her not to.

You know, don't give into blackmailers.

I-I warned her that it wouldn't end there.

But it did, didn't it, Mr. Whitely?

Mrs. Rainbird was killed.

DAVID: And...

And you think...

You think that Barbara and me... No. No.

It's not us you should
be interested in, Chief Inspector.

Why don't you talk to Michael Lacey?

What about him?

I was driving past

Mrs. Rainbird's house yesterday at 4:00.

Maybe a little later. I saw him there.

You're sure it was Michael Lacey?

Of course it was him. He
was standing at the door.

He was wearing his denims and that...
that cap he wears.

Recognize him anywhere.

Did you see him go in?

Yeah.

I was driving past, and I saw...
I saw Dennis open the door.

Just go and talk to him.
Go and talk to Michael Lacey.

You again?

You don't give up, do you?

Mr. Lacey, we're here in connection

with the death of Iris Rainbird.

"In connection with."

You policemen have a wonderful way
of expressing yourselves.

As you may know, Mr. Lacey,

she was murdered in a
particularly brutal fashion.

I hope you're not looking
for insincere expressions of regret

on my part, Chief Inspector.

She was a very nasty woman.

Did you ever go to her house?

No.

So, what would you say if I told you

that somebody had seen
you entering her front door

shortly after 4:00 yesterday afternoon?

I would say they needed their eyes testing.

Troy.

Mr. Lacey, we have a warrant here
to search these premises.

What?

You can't just...
Oh, yes, we can.

Start with the studio.

You have no right, Chief Inspector.

This place is private!

I will not have my work disturbed.

Were you working here yesterday, sir?

Yes. Yes, all day.

[Insects buzzing]

Sir?

So how do you explain this, sir?

I can't.

Of course I can't!

Where have you put the clothes?

What clothes?

The dungarees. The cap, the gloves.

What?

The clothes you wore to kill Iris Rainbird.

You're raving mad! I never
went near the place!

This is a plant!

You put that there!

I know you! This is how
you work, isn't it?!

Troy!

TROY: That's far enough!

Mr. Lacey, we are taking you into Causton

for further questioning.

I'm not saying anything till
I've seen a solicitor.

Go on, Troy.

You've got it all wrong, Chief Inspector.

All wrong.

I've been framed, Katherine!

Help me! I've been framed!

[Mendelssohn's "Wedding
March" plays on strings]

Dearly beloved...
[ Dog barking]

We are gathered here in the sight of God

and in the face of this congregation

to join together Henry David Trace

and Katherine Jane Lacey in
holy matrimony...

Just like poor Annabella.

VICAR:...which is an honorable estate,

instituted of God himself,

signifying unto us the mystical union

that is betwixt Christ and his church,

which holy estate Christ
adorned and beautified

with his presence and first miracle

as he wrought in Cana of Galilee.

"You are not worthy once to name his
name without true worship"

or, indeed, unless you kneeled,
to have another name him.

CULLY: Or, indeed, unless you kneeled,

to have another name him.

VICAR: To have another name him.

CULLY: To have another name him.

VICAR: We are gathered
here in the sight of God

and in the face of this congregation

to join together Henry David Trace

and Katherine Jane Lacey in holy matrimony.

Henry David Trace and Katherine Jane Lacey

in holy matrimony...

In holy matrimony...

In holy matrimony...

Tom?

Tom?

JOYCE: Tom?

[Telephone ringing]

Tom, the phone.

This is all we need, Troy, all we need.

A custody death!

Who found her?

Duty officer. He's with her now, sir.

I checked on her every hour, sir.

Not often enough!

God's sake.

Now get out of here.

What a mess.

Maybe you should have put
her on suicide watch, sir.

Is that a reprimand, Troy?

'Cause you're right. This is my fault.

Maybe she's better off this
way. All things considered.

That is not the point.

Lacey's been shouting his mouth off, sir.

He wants to speak to you.

MICHAEL: Ah.

How nice of you to look
in, Chief Inspector.

You know, prison is a lot
more comfortable than I ever thought.

You say what you've got to say,
Mr. Lacey, and get on with it.

I want to go home.

Oh! Aren't you Mr. Comedy?

If you want the truth, Mr. Lacey,

I've had you up to here.

And if you want to know the truth,

why don't you talk to Judith Lessiter?

What?

Well, you were in such a
hurry to drag me off yesterday,

you never asked me where I was.

You said you were painting.

Yes. But I wasn't alone.

I was doing a portrait of Judith Lessiter,

the doctor's girl.

She was with me from midmorning till
about 7:00 at night.

Why didn't you tell me this at the time?

Well, you and the caped crusader here
never gave me a chance.

So, can I go now?

No, Mr. Lacey, you can't go now.

You can go when I say you can.

[Sighs]

It had better be true.

[Door closes]

Yes. I was with him. He
was doing my portrait.

You never told me about this, Judith.

Why should I tell you?

He only did the first sketches.
But they took all day.

He said I had a
wonderfully complicated face.

He's a surrealist, is he?

Think very carefully, Miss Lessiter.

Mr. Lacey was apparently seen in
the village just after 4:00.

He wasn't in the village. He
was at Holly Cottage with me.

And since everyone's always picking on him,

you might as well know he was there

the night Emily Simpson died too.

How do you know that?

'Cause I went to see him. I
spoke to him through the door.

He wouldn't let me
in 'cause he was painting,

but I heard his voice.

You've been seeing quite a bit of him.

Is there something that I ought to know?

What, something like
you and your Miss Whiplash?

Or Barbara and all her boyfriends?

No, Dad, no. There's nothing you
need to know at all.

The thing about Judith is

that she never quite got
used to my remarriage.

It hasn't been easy.

That test match you told
us about, Dr. Lessiter,

last Wednesday.

There was no test match.

Ah.

Yes. Well, she's not
exactly a Miss Whiplash.

But there is a lady that I, uh...

You see, Barbara is a bit short rations

in that department.

That's where I was.

I've got her address if you want.

Thank you.

I don't know how Judith came
to know anything about it.

It's... It's all rather...

Yes, it is.

Shocking.

Thank you, Dr. Lessiter.

God! What a family.

Do you think the girl was
telling us the truth, sir?

Yes.

In fact, I think she might have told
us more than she meant to.

I suppose that means we'll
have to let him go.

Michael Lacey.

Not yet, Troy. Not yet.

We find the knife at the cottage.

We arrest him.

But he knows he didn't do the murder

and that the knife was planted.

So why did he run away?

Did you see his face when
you found that knife?

Yes. He was shocked.

Oh, shock, yeah. Then panic.

He made a run for it.

But when we put him in the car...

You've got it all wrong, Chief Inspector.

All wrong.

He was relieved.

Relieved? Why?

Why did he run away?

Unless there was something else.

Something here he didn't want us to find.

Nothing.

Exactly, Troy.

But yesterday there was something.

A painting.

This is very good.

JOYCE: It's only Marks
and Sparks, I'm afraid.

You should have told me you were coming.

Marks and Sparks is fine.

You know who did it, don't you?

I can always tell.

Yes. I know who did it.

You should be very
pleased with yourself, Tom.

I had to release Michael
Lacey this afternoon.

The Lessiter girl backed up his alibi.

There's still one thing I don't understand.

It had to be a trick.

But I don't know how...
[ Horn honking]

Oh, that's Troy.

I have to be off.
Where are you going?

I'm going to the seaside.

To Brighton.

Burnham Crescent.

Up ahead on this road on the left.

Right.

[Tires screech]

[ Horns honking]
Some people!

Why don't you look in your mirror?!

But that's it.
What?

That was what was missing. The mirror.

You've done it, Troy! That's it!

The mirror?
Yeah.

That's how they knew.

Mrs. Sharpe?

Come in.

I've been expecting you.

I was employed by Henry Trace to
look after the two children.

Their father worked on the estate,

but he was killed in a motor accident,

his wife with him.

TOM: The Laceys.

Michael and Katherine's parents.

I moved into Holly Cottage.

I was with them, I suppose...

for about nine years.

Please, Mrs. Sharpe.

They were never easy children.

But of course, under the circumstances,

one had to make allowances.

Michael was 18 and Katherine was
17 when it started.

The rows.

They were always finding
fault with each other.

Every day it was a skanging match.

She'd scream at him,

and he'd fling himself out of the house.

I don't know how much longer
I could have stood it, I tell you.

But...

all the time I had a feeling there
was something wrong,

something false about the arguments,

as if they were put on for me.

And then...

One night, I couldn't sleep.

[Soft moaning]

[ Both laugh]

I never told anybody.

I'd been with them for nine years.

I just couldn't.

I told Mr. Trace that I wanted to retire,

and I moved down here.

Did you ever speak to Emily
Simpson after you left?

She was my best friend when
I was at Badger's Drift,

and we did write afterwards.

But I-I never told her anything.

Then...

when I heard about her death, I...
I did wonder.

But I wasn't to know.

And anyway, how could I betray them?

I loved them, you see?

Whatever they'd done, I did love them!

Michael and Katherine Lacey.

Emily Simpson must have found
them in the woods.

That's what shocked her, Troy.

First she phoned the
helpline people and then...

A number in Brighton. Yes.

Lucy Bellringer told me

that Mary Sharpe had moved to
the south coast, so...

I put two and two together.

I'll drive.

[Sighs]

But which one of them was it?

I mean, Michael Lacey was at home.

And Katherine Lacey had that dog.

It was Katherine Lacey.

All she had to do was to hand the
dog over to her brother.

Remember what Judith Lessiter said to us?

She talked to Michael
Lacey through the door.

Why didn't he open the door?

Because then she'd have seen the dog,

and that would have spoiled the whole setup.

[Sighs] Katherine Lacey.

Katherine Lacey, yes.

She set it up to look like an accident.

And if it hadn't have been for
an observant neighbor

and an unlocked tricycle,

we'd never have been any the wiser.

What about the Rainbirds?
That was them too.

Yes, and they were clever, weren't they?

Always working off one another.

Whoever went to the house was
wearing overalls and a cap.

And they probably made sure they were seen.

At least from behind.

Oh.

It's you.

Katherine stabbed them.

And then she put the knife and
the blood-soaked overalls

into the basket.

The basket we saw at Tye House.

Very big basket, Troy, for
a very few mushrooms.

What Mrs. Quine saw was Katherine
leaving, not arriving.

But of course that was what
she was meant to see.

So it was Katherine Lacey

who put the knife in her brother's studio.

Yes, because he'd set himself
up with a perfect alibi...

Judith Lessiter's portrait. You see?

They made it look as if he was guilty.

When he's the one person who
couldn't have done it.

Yeah. They were getting
away with murder, those two.

But, then, they'd had a lot of practice.

[Sobbing]

[Telephone ringing]

[Receiver hangs up]

[Door closes]

Bella Trace was just a freak chance.

Wrong place, wrong time.

But Phyllis Cadell confessed.

Phyllis Cadell thought she
had killed Bella Trace.

But she was inexperienced, nervous.

She'd been drinking.

[Gunshots]

Phyllis told us that Bella was
talking to Michael Lacey.

What she didn't realize was

that he was already separating
her from the group,

setting her up to be shot...

not by Phyllis but by Katherine.

Everything was confused.

Phyllis fired and missed.

Probably by miles, if the
truth were only known.

TROY: But she saw Bella fall.

TOM: Yes. But do you
remember what Henry Trace said?

Bella had tripped over a root.

That was all Phyllis saw.

It was just the worst possible timing.

When Phyllis Cadell turned and ran home,

Bella was still alive.

And a few minutes later,

Michael Lacey took her aside again

to give the real marksman a clear aim.

You know I always said there
was something wrong?

It was simply this... if
Michael Lacey was a beater,

what was he doing walking with Bella Trace?

He should have been up
ahead, scaring the birds.

And that's why he ran all
the way back to Tye House.

Right.

He wanted to delay the
ambulance as long as possible.

Of course, Katherine Lacey doubled back

to the house as well.

The two even played out a
scene for Phyllis Cadell.

MICHAEL: Bella's been shot.

We have to call an ambulance!

[Groans]

Damn.

But why did they want to kill Bella Trace?

To clear the way for
Katherine to marry Henry.

For the money.

And another thing.

I wouldn't be surprised if
they started on him already.

Slow poisoning or something.

[ Horn honks]

Shooting. Bludgeoning.

Stabbing. Poisoning.

Is there anything those two wouldn't do?

[ Horn honks]

Have you seen her? Have you seen Katherine?

What are you talking about?

She's gone.
What do you mean, she's gone?

What's happened?
I don't know.

First, Katherine was upstairs,

and then suddenly Michael was there.

And now they're both gone.

Mary Sharpe. Oh, the stupid woman!

She told them.

Told them what? What's going on?

TROY: Holly Cottage? Yes.

No.

No.

I think we're too late.

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

TOM: I'm not sure you'll want
to see this, Miss Bellringer.

Where did you find it?

Katherine Lacey had hidden it upstairs.

When we arrested the brother,
he managed to shout to her,

"I've been framed."

And he made this sign.

It was a coded message.

He was warning her to remove the picture.

It'd have given the game away, wouldn't it?

LUCY: It's very powerful.

It's brilliant, even, in its own way.

He had talent.

But it's so twisted.

I almost guessed it. When we came here.

The three bedrooms and
only one bed slept in.

They pulled the wool right over my eyes.

When?

That time we came here and
they were arguing.

They really did seem to hate
each other, didn't they?

And they couldn't have
staged it for our benefit

because they didn't know we were here.

Except that they did.

They saw us in the mirror.

And they did put on a show.

Poor Emily.

And poor Annabella.

Who was she?

Don't suppose we'll ever know.

[Bell chimes]

JOYCE: I hope you're not going
to fall asleep in this.

I wouldn't dream of it.

Anyway, after what you've just been through,

a study of incest should
be right up your street.

CULLY: Comes this in sadness from you?

Let some mischief befall
me soon, if I dissemble all.

You are my brother, Giovanni.

You my sister, Annabella. I know this.

Annabella.