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CHILDREN SHOUTING GLEEFULLY

CHILDREN SHOUTING

(Indecipherable over shouting)

BREAKING GLASS

You won't catch anybody.

ALL: One, two, three!

Na, na, na-na-nah!

DOOR SLAMS

Simon!

Simon?

Simon, please?

Simon?

Simon.

THEME MUSIC

You know, you gonna have to make your mind up soon.

I know.

How about a round-the-world cruise?

We can't afford it!

Can we?

Well. Probably get as far as Malta. Course we'd have to row back!

No. No, it's not us.

How about Paris, or Istanbul?

You're not still going on about the anniversary, are you?

It's 25 years, Cully.

I know, I know.

These days, you're lucky to get 25 weeks.

I vote for the Orient Express to Venice.

Something romantic.

No.

No, I don't think I want to go away at all.

Do you know what I want to do?

Oh, please tell us.

I want to retake my marriage vows.

Do they need retaking?

The first time we got married, it was a registry office,

and your father was in the middle of a case.

Ah, the Pimlico Poisoner.

You didn't say, "I do."

You said, "I've got it!"

And that was the last I saw of you until the honeymoon.

This time, I want to be the centre of attention.

I want flowers, and all our friends.

And I want you to be my maid of honour.

What, and give you away?

Don't you say it!

Yes. Would you?

I'd love to, Mum.

I think it's a lovely idea.

You gonna be around?

Oh, I was going to tell you.

I got a place on the summer workshop.

With Simon Fletcher.

(Who's he?)

Dad! He's very well-known.

He's directed at The Royal Court and with the RSC.

He's doing a 2 week summer course at Causton and I got a place.

- Well, that's settled, then. - Is it?

Let's book the church.

I'm going over to the church.

Oh, really?

I have a police inspector coming to see me.

Oh, don't tell me, Stephen.

You've been found with your hand in the steeple fund.

Don't be ridiculous.

Augh! I was only joking, darling.

After all, stealing the small change would be much too daring for you, wouldn't it?

So, what does he want then, this police inspector?

He wants to retake his marriage vows.

- Why here? - I don't know.

Maybe he wants somewhere small and insignificant.

Well, he got the right man for the job.

Mr Barnaby, is it?

Or should that be Chief Inspector?

Oh, Tom, please. This is my wife, Joyce.

It's a beautiful church.

Twelfth century, with Victorian additions, and dry rot entirely twentieth century.

I haven't had the pleasure of seeing you here.

Oh, we go to St Anthony's in Causton.

When we go.

So how did you come to choose Badger's Drift?

Oh, I noticed the church when I was working here on a case some...

two years ago.

Oh, yes, of course! The Rainbirds.

I knew Dennis Rainbird quite well.

Yes, he was the undertaker. Shocking affair.

Why don't we go into the church and stroll around?

While we discuss the service of blessing.

I was thinking of John 2 for the reading.

Oh, the marriage at Canaan?

Yes. Perhaps you and your wife would like to select the hymns?

We won't have to wear hard hats, will we?

Oh no, it's not quite as bad as that.

Although it is actually quite serious.

Still, we're raising funds. We have a wonderfully, committed committee!

We're meeting tonight, as a matter of fact. After you.

Thank you.

I wish there was an easy way to tell you this, Richard.

You've got a primary brain tumour.

A malignant astrocytoma if you want the full professional name.

I'm not sure I do.

What are we going to do?

Well, we're not going to give in.

It will be surgery to start with.

We'll follow it up with radiotherapy and maybe chemotherapy, too.

I am sorry.

I'm not married. I don't have any children.

Not too many people to be sorry about.

You know, it's funny. I'm going to church tonight.

Steeple Fund.

It's good timing, really. Get God on my side.

Looks like I'm going to need him.

Richard!

I was hoping to run into you.

Not literally!

You haven't been returning my calls.

I've got a lot on my mind.

Well, have you come to a decision yet?

Tye House.

- Ian... - Look, I really need to know.

I'm going with Erikson's in Causton.

Erikson's?

What have bloody Erikson's got that I haven't?

I'm sorry, Ian. It's a question of size.

They've got branches in London.

I'm sorry!

Ian?

What's happened?

I just met Richard on the way here.

Richard bloody Bayly.

He's giving Tye House to Erikson's.

Well, does it matter very much?

The biggest development this village has seen in 20 years?

I can't say I'm over the moon about losing it.

Oh, Ian, I'm sorry.

You know he's not well?

What?

Yes, I heard it from Caroline at school.

She got it from Mrs Bundy, who cleans for Dr Henson.

It's something in his head. A tumour, or something.

A tumour?

That's what she said.

Good.

Agnes, what is it?

It's exactly as I thought.

I've been to the town hall.

And just look at this!

The new plans for this wretched golf course at Tye House.

They're taking down three oaks and a yew.

Well I'm sure they're going to replant them.

That's not the point! It's just vandalism!

- And for what? - For golf.

Oh Claire, I'm not stupid!

They're ruining our village!

First the school, then the post office, and now this.

It makes me so angry!

Why don't I talk to Richard about it tonight?

You're not seeing him?!

At the vicarage, yes.

Why don't you come along?

I don't want to come along, and I certainly don't want to see him.

He's a complete hypocrite.

What do you mean?

Well, the church committee.

He's so rich he could afford to pay for the new tower himself.

And how did he get his money?

That's how!

We should be on our way, love.

Hello, Agnes. I didn't hear you come in.

I've only just arrived.

I suppose you're also off to the church?

Oh, we got to do our bit for the tower.

Huh!

You uh... You in tonight, then?

Of course I'm in! Where else you expect me to be?

Right.

Come along, Reggie. We can't be late.

BELL RINGS

Well now, let's move on to the principal issue of the evening,

which is of course the arrangements for next week's grand village fete.

We have, I think, some fifteen stalls now.

- Ian on the coconuts. - Yeah.

- And I'm doing my cakes. - Thank you, Brenda.

Cakes... um... yes.

Yes.

Reginald?

Oh, I'm doing the same as last year.

One pound for three arrows and win five pounds if you hit the bullseye.

And I'm going to do palm-reading again.

I mean I know it's not entirely Christian,

but people enjoy it, and at 50p a time it soon mounts up.

I wonder if you could read my palm.

I only learnt it from a library book.

Which one's the life line?

I'm afraid I may not make the fete this year.

You gonna have to find somebody else for the lucky dip.

My luck seems to have run out.

Richard...

Well I'm sure you've all heard.

Badger's Drift wouldn't be the same without its rumour machine.

A malignant astrocytoma, if you want the full professional name.

I think it's gonna keep me otherwise engaged.

You should have told me, Richard.

I'm sure I wouldn't have bothered you with my own little problems.

Ian!

Forget it!

You were talking about palm-reading, hmm?

Yes. Palmistry, archery. Thank you very much, Reginald.

I'll be on tombola duty, as usual.

Cakes, coconuts, David Whitely is organizing the skittles,

and young Charles here has agreed to help set everything up.

I'm doing the bunting.

Actually, you could give me a hand, if you don't mind.

- What? - With the coconuts.

I could do with a pair of young hands.

Sure.

Which just leaves us with the perennial question of who's going to open it.

Well, what about Angela?

Oh, I don't think so.

Why not?

Because I don't actually like the fete.

It just fills the village up with people from the Causton estate.

It's noisy and dirty.

And what does it actually achieve?

A few pounds, if we're lucky.

More trouble than it's worth.

Well, we can take that for a no, then.

Has everyone got tea?

Thank you. Yes.

Then if you don't mind, I'm off to bed. I have a headache.

Try not to wake me up, Stephen.

Do you have any thoughts, Reggie?

What?

Someone to open the fete.

Oh, I can't think of anyone.

We need a TV star, or something.

We don't know any TV stars.

That's what we need.

A celebrity of some sort.

Simon?! Simon Fletcher?

David. David Whitely. Remember me?

Good night, Charles.

Good night, Ian. Thanks for coming.

Well, we have to help each other, don't we?

That's what living in a village is all about.

We ought to get home, Ian.

- Good night, Stephen. - Good night, Brenda.

- Good night, Vicar. - Good night.

How's your sister, by the way?

Agnes? Ah, same as ever, Vicar, same as ever.

Thank you very much for asking.

Stephen, I know it's a bit late, but do you think I could have a quick word?

Of course it's not too late, Richard. Come back in.

What about "For Those In Peril On The Sea"?

- What? - You know...

O hear us when we cry to thee

For those in peril on the sea

That's really good, Dad.

Thank you very much.

Yes, but are you saying that our marriage has been some sort of peril?

Oh no, I just like the tune.

Well it's not appropriate, Tom, you're a policeman, not a sailor.

- I'm going to leave you two at it. - You're going to bed?

- No, I've got to read this. - What's that?

The Duchess of Malfi.

We're going to be working on it with Simon Fletcher.

It's Jacobean, isn't it?

Very bloody.

It's got more murder in it than one of your average working weeks.

No, that's not true. The last murder I...

"All Things Bright And Beautiful".

That's got to be one of them.

Something cheerful.

Agnes?

Agnes?

What is it?

It's Agnes. She's not here.

What?!

Where do you think she is?

Well, she's probably slipped out to the pub and make a change.

Oh, Reggie...

Well, your sister has hardly been out from the day she moved in.

Let's make the most of it. Cocoa and bed.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Dr Henson.

What?

What are you talking about?

O God, who is the author of peace and lover of concord,

in knowledge of whom standeth our eternal life,

whose service is perfect freedom;

defend us, thy humble servants, in all assaults of our adversaries,

that we, surely trusting in thy defence,

may not fear the power of any adversaries.

Through the might of Jesus Christ our Lord.

Amen.

BOY: 'Simon!'

'Simon!'

'Simon, please!'

'Please!'

DOOR CLOSES

GATE CREAKS

DOG BARKING

(GROANS)

There's someone in the house.

What is it?

Downstairs. What time is it?

Twenty to twelve.

There's someone downstairs.

- A burglar? - It must be.

Well, go and catch him.

Then you can forgive him.

(SIGHS)

Morning, Mr Bayly.

(GASPS)

(Screams)

- Ah, Troy! - Morning, sir.

Morning to you.

Tell me something, Troy.

What's your favourite hymn?

My what?

What's your favourite hymn? As in church.

Oh, I don't know.

"Onward Marmite Soldiers?"

You mean "Onward Christian Soldiers".

That's how we used to sing it at school, sir.

Oh, very droll.

You're going to church, then?

Indeed I am. I'm getting remarried.

I didn't know you're getting divorced.

- Sir. - Oh, thank you.

George!

You know, Tom, I may have to give up this game.

You know you're too old when they start getting to you.

- That bad, is it? - Rather worse.

So, where is it, then? The body.

Most of it's in the hall.

The head bounced into the living room.

I supposed it could have been carried there.

As bad as that?

After you.

He was found by a cleaning lady.

Don't even try talking to her, Tom. She slipped and fell in the blood.

Think it will be a few days yet before she's ready to see you.

Here you are.

Eugh!

I've never seen anything more ferocious.

A single blow took the head clean off.

At least he didn't know much about it.

What's that he's got in his hand?

It looks like a pear.

A pear tree out on the ground.

What about the time of death?

Around midnight.

Is there a weapon?

Over there.

Only in Badger's Drift.

That's a nasty looking thing, isn't it?

What is it, sir? Moroccan?

That's Indian, I'd say.

Look, do you mind if we go outside, get a breath of fresh air?

You're right, this is... bad.

So what have we got, besides a name?

Richard Bayly.

And that he was well-off.

He'd have to be, to afford a place like this, wouldn't he?

He was a property developer.

Mrs Bundy managed to say that much.

Single. Been here a while.

- Sir! - Huh?

We found this round the back, sir. Middle of the lawn.

Oh, yes?

Well, I heard he'd been uh...

Yeah, but not with this one, cos there's no blood.

What was it doing there, then?

Perhaps whoever it was came with the axe and then decided the sword was sharper.

Maybe they brought along a couple of guns and a chainsaw as well for good measure.

Excuse me. Are you in charge here?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby, yes.

Don't tell me he's committed suicide, for God's sake.

I'm sorry. What?

Well, I'm his doctor, Barbara Henson.

I've come around to see him, it's rather important.

Mr Bayly was your patient?

Was? So, he is dead?

We believe Mr Bayly may have been the victim of a murder.

A murder?

Well, thank goodness for that!

I mean...

Maybe we had better talk.

Yes, that's right, he was a developer.

Hotels and golf courses.

He was doing a major development at Tye House, as a matter of fact,

the old manor house outside the village.

- Tye House! - We know it.

It was going to be retirement homes, with golf course and health centre.

I don't know whether it will go ahead now, though.

How ill was he, Dr Henson?

How ill?

Would he have survived the operation?

I'm a doctor, not a fortune-teller, Mr Barnaby.

Your professional opinion?

Yes. Probably.

And it was only yesterday that you told him about uh...

Yes, well we knew there was something wrong, of course,

but it was only yesterday we got the tests.

I don't suppose you know his movements after that, do you?

No, I've no idea.

Except he did say he was going to church.

St Michael's?

He was on the committee, you know, the tower.

What's she so nervous about there?

Oh, God knows, Troy.

It's this bloody village.

Remember last time? Nobody will ever tell you the truth.

Murdered?!

Richard?

But that's... That's not...

I don't know what to say.

You saw him last night.

Yes, yes. He was on the committee.

You must excuse me. It's such a shock.

I was praying for him only last night.

So you knew about his illness then, sir?

Well, yes. That sort of thing is hard to keep quiet about very long in a village like this.

But it was only last night that he announced it, in front of all of us.

It was very distressing.

How well did you know him?

Not very well. He wasn't a regular churchgoer.

But, the thing is, he was afraid. Understandably so.

He needed someone to talk to, and he chose me.

Can you tell us what he said? The gist of it.

Well, he told me he was making arrangements to change his will.

He wanted the church tower to benefit if he died.

He believed he was going to die?

Yes, but not so soon.

And not like this.

Can you tell me... how did it happened?

He was... stabbed, quite brutally,

with a sword.

A sword? What kind of sword?

An Indian sword.

Oh, my Lord. My dear Lord.

You'd better come into the house.

I noticed it this morning.

You know how it is when you know something's wrong

but you can't work out what it is.

It was only this morning that I realised it was gone.

An Indian sword?

Yes, it was my father's. A souvenir of Calcutta.

Stephen, did you...

Oh, I'm sorry.

Angela, this is Chief Inspector Barnaby.

Oh, the one who's getting remarried?

Are you the best man?

Ah, no.

There's been a murder, Angela. Richard Bayly.

What?

And it seems my father's sword may have been used as the weapon.

Your husband was just telling us about last night, Mrs Wentworth.

Oh, yes. Um, there was an intruder in the house, but Stephen woke me up.

In itself something of an event.

I don't suppose you know when this was?

Yes. Stephen asked me what time it was, and I looked at the clock. It was 11:40.

Who actually knew that the sword hung in this room?

Anybody who's ever been here.

Which is everybody.

Stephen has never been very selective about the company he keeps.

It's open house, I'm afraid.

We had the committee meeting in this very room.

Who's on that committee?

Well, Angela and myself. Richard.

Claire and Reg Williams. They used to run the post office.

Then, there was Ian Eastman.

And Brenda.

Yeah. Yeah, Ian knew Richard from school days.

Then there's Charles. Well, he does odd jobs around the church.

Youth Opportunities.

Did you lock the doors when you came back from the church?

No, I never do.

There actually isn't anything worth stealing here.

So any one of them could have come back at 11:40 and taken the sword?

I suppose so, yes.

Where can I find these people?

Well, Ian's probably in his office.

Charles, I don't know. Claire Williams...

Is in the cemetery.

I saw her just now.

Not dead. Just visiting.

Mrs Williams?

Yes?

Jennifer Bryce. Sweet girl.

Used to worked for me at the post office, over 30 years ago.

She died young.

Yes.

That was her son, Felix.

He died when he was just ten.

After that, she just... faded away.

I'm so sorry. How can I help you?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby. This is Sgt Troy.

Causton CID.

Oh, yes?

I don't suppose you've heard.

I don't know why.

It just seems so... so wrong!

To kill him when everybody knew how ill he was.

Would you say he had any enemies, Mrs Williams?

No! He was very well-liked.

Well, those who opposed what he was doing.

- Who were they? - There were lots of them.

There was a petition organized about Tye House,

and that had almost two hundred signatures.

There were... quite strong feelings.

Do you know who organised this petition?

My sister.

- Agnes. - Your sister?

Agnes knew Richard all his life.

She taught him.

That was when the village had its own private school.

- She was a teacher? - Headmistress, yes.

She was very fond of Richard.

It's just that she didn't like to see the village being knocked about.

None of us do.

What was being planned at Tye House?

Retirement homes, golf courses, that sort of thing.

I really don't know that much about it. You'd have to talk to Ian.

Ian Eastman?

Yes. He and Richard were at school together.

Well I imagine that he's the one marketing it.

Everybody liked Richard.

We all did.

It's just that some people disagreed with what he was doing.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Reggie?

Oh Agnes, have you heard?

- What? - About the murder.

Richard Bayly. It seemed someone attacked him last night with a sword.

- Really? - What is it, then?

You heard?

Richard Bayly's been murdered. I was just telling Agnes.

Well now, it's not all bad news, is it?

It means Tye House won't go ahead.

It's still a terrible thing to happen!

It was last night, you know. I...

...don't suppose you saw anything, did you, dear?

No. Why do you say that?

Well, you were out walking.

No, I wasn't.

I went to bed before you and I went straight to sleep.

That's better.

Tye House? I've nothing to do with it.

Richard had decided it was too big for me.

He'd gone to Erikson's in Causton.

They've got offices in London.

You angry about that?

Not particularly.

Olive, can you bring me the quarterly sales file?

Certainly, Mr Eastman.

If you ask me, it would never have happened anyway.

Why is that, sir?

Well, local pressure for a start.

Agnes Sampson?

She was up in arms about a handful of trees.

Organising a petition, all the rest of it.

Mind you, she was always making trouble.

Bad enough when he developed the old school.

It was her school, yeah?

Badger's Drift Primary.

Yes, it's a two luxury flats now.

Sold by me, incidentally.

The sales file.

There you are, you see? The last three months.

I'm busy enough without Richard. I'm doing very well for myself.

I didn't need Tye House.

- So who else was against it? - What?

You suggested there were other reasons why the development wouldn't happen?

Well, yes. The main reason was David Whitely.

He owns a small piece of land, as part of the Tye estate.

It has to do with access.

Richard couldn't move without it.

David knew he had him over a barrel.

He was asking a fortune.

Good luck to him, I say.

David Whitely. I think I know that name.

I don't suppose you went out at all last night, sir?

Between ten o'clock and midnight?

No. I was at the committee meeting till about 9:00.

Then I went straight home, with Brenda.

My wife.

David Whitely. The estate manager at Tye House.

Small world.

Big world, Troy. Small county.

Olive, I'm just going to slip out for a little while.

Yes, Mr Eastman.

Shall I say where you are, if anyone rings?

No. Just tell them I'll be back in ten minutes.

Very well, Mr Eastman.

DOOR CLOSES

Ian, what are you doing home?

I wanted to talk to you.

What's that?

It's from the Halifax. It's our statement.

Why did you open it?

I always open the statements.

There's hardly anything left in it, Ian.

All these withdrawals, 100, 200!

Why did you open it?

It's addressed to both of us.

It's business expenses.

You've never used our personal account for business before.

It's not important.

Have you heard about Richard?

What?

He's been killed.

- What?! - Murdered.

And listen, I've already spoken to the police,

but I dare say they'll be coming round here.

And I want you...

to be bloody careful what you say.

Well, well, well.

Detective Inspector Barnaby and Sergeant , what was it, Joy?

Troy.

Yes, I knew Richard Bayly, and before you asked, no, I couldn't stand him.

I know I wasn't in Badger's Drift last night and I know I didn't kill him, okay?

Who told you he was dead, though?

Everybody.

If we could possibly have a minute of your time, Mr Whitely?

Could we start by telling us why you didn't like him?

I was estate manager here, remember?

Oh, yes.

Why, everything was going very well until, one day you two rolled along.

After your little investigation, Henry Trace sold up and left.

You did me out of a job.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Oh, don't be.

See a few months before he left, Henry sold me the lodge

and a few acres at a knockdown price.

Mainly because knocking it down was about all it was worth.

I've been living here in the caravan while I've been trying to make it habitable.

Richard Bayly was trying to buy you out.

Yeah,

and I suddenly found I could name my own price.

Except he wouldn't pay.

You got it in one, Inspector.

Richard always was a pompous bastard, even at school.

He said I was blackmailing him.

And now that he's gone?

Well, I'm rather hoping that whoever takes over the development

is gonna be more willing to listen to reason.

Oh, dear, I've just given myself a rather good motive for killing him, haven't I?

Can you tell us where were you at about midnight last night?

In bed.

I was in the village earlier drinking. I left the pub about 9:00.

I don't suppose anybody saw you?

You need a name for your little black book?

There was someone actually.

A friend of Richard's, haven't seen him about 30 years.

Hey... maybe it wasn't a coincidence.

What's his name?

Simon Fletcher.

F-L-E-T-C-H-E-R.

Yet methinks, the manner of your death should much afflict you.

This cord should terrify you.

Not a wit.

What would it pleasure me to have my throat cut with diamonds?

Or to be smothered with cassia?

Or to be shot to death with pearls?

I know death hath ten thousand several doors

for men to take their exits.

Thank you, Cully. That was very good.

The Jacobean death.

The throat cut with diamonds.

We're talking about death as spectacle, death as entertainment

but also as the gateway to something more terrible.

'Cover her face, mine eyes dazzle,'

as Ferdinand will say,

as the death of the duchess triggers retribution and more murder.

Well uh,... I guess that's heavy enough for one session.

I'll see you tomorrow at 9:30.

He's good, isn't he?

You did that very well.

Thank you.

Have you done much theatre?

Nah, a couple of tours.

I did Ophelia, but it was modern dressing, they cut all the best bits.

(CHUCKLES) I'd like to have seen it.

Do you fancy a drink?

I-I'd like that.

Thank you. Thanks.

I liked your Jew.

I'm sorry?

Your 'Jew Of Malta'. Antony Sher. I saw it at the Barbican.

Thank you.

So why did you come down here then?

You mean, out of London?

I suppose it's a busman's holiday.

Not exactly. I used to live here.

In Badger's Drift. Do you know it?

Yeah.

I was born there.

I left when I was sixteen and I've never been back.

I always do a summer course, and when they told me it was down here, well...

I didn't want to come.

But then I thought, sometimes you have to go back.

Sometimes it can help.

Anyway I've got nothing else fixed for the rest of the summer, till August,

so here I am.

Have you heard about the murder then?

No.

Well it happened last night. A property developer, or something.

Richard Bayly.

BREAKING GLASS

- Great shot! - Come on, Felix!

My dad's in charge of the case.

He's a policeman. A DCI.

So unlucky!

Yes! Nice shot! Nice one!

Simon?

What? Um... I'm sorry, your father's a what?

A chief inspector. Are you all right?

No. Look,...

I'm sorry, I have to go.

I don't actually feel very well.

I'll see you.

It's not my fault, you know.

I didn't kill him.

- Joyce? - Mum...

I just don't believe it, Tom.

Oh, she's speaking to me. Hurrah!

It just isn't fair!

The day you proposed to me, that woman got poisoned.

And now, when all I want is to retake my vows...

What am I meant to do?

- Cully... - Mum has got a point.

I know it's not your fault.

But if I was married to a postman, or a dentist...

Oh, you couldn't be married to a dentist! Don't be silly.

Will you have to cancel the service?

No, we can still go ahead.

What if it was the vicar who killed him?

You did say it was his sword.

Oh, I don't think Stephen Wentworth did it.

For a start, he didn't have a shadow of a motive.

- In fact, quite the opposite. - Meaning?

Well, if Richard Bayly had lived for another few hours,

he might have changed his will and left a fortune to the church.

Do you know who did kill him?

Do you want the truth? I haven't the faintest idea.

Look, it can all go ahead as planned.

In fact, I'm going back myself to St Michael's later on this morning.

Oh, don't tell me. They're burying him?

No, he's being cremated but there's a memorial service.

- You want to come? - No!

Thank you.

I'm going to be late!

You off to the Playhouse?

Yep. We're doing the mad scenes from 'The Duchess Of Malfi'.

That director friend of yours,

what's his name?

Simon Fletcher.

I'll give you a lift.

How's it going, then, this 'Duchess Of Malfi'?

It's good. Simon's really into Jacobean theatre.

He makes it seem very real.

What sort of person would you say he is, then? Simon Fletcher.

Why do you want to know?

Just interested.

No, you're not.

All right.

Simon Fletcher was seen in Badger's Drift yesterday.

Just before Richard Bayly was killed.

So what, Dad? He used to live there.

How do you know?

He told me. He hasn't been back there for years.

- Why not? - I don't know!

Look, do you mind if I come inside and meet him?

- Yes! - I won't embarrass you.

Dad, he's a big director.

He could be really helpful to me.

- I may still have to investigate him. - No!

Morning, Cully.

Hi, Simon. This is Simon Fletcher.

How do you do? I'm Tom Barnaby.

Hi.

You enjoying it down here?

Yeah. It's good to get out of London.

Yeah.

Well, I'll see you this evening.

Nice to have met you, Mr Fletcher.

Sure.

He doesn't look like a policeman.

Shall we go on in?

Yeah.

I didn't think you were going to make it.

I went into Causton. I saw Simon Fletcher.

And?

Nothing. We didn't speak.

Breathe through the heats of our desire

Thy coolness and thy balm

Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire

Speak through the earthquake, wind and fire

O still small voice of calm

O still small voice of calm

Please be seated.

It's good to see such a large turnout

to commemorate the life of Richard Bayly.

He was taken from us in a way that passes all understanding.

But I know, and believe, that his killer will be brought to justice.

Richard was not a well man, but on the night of his death,

he told me he was not afraid of dying.

There is some comfort in that.

Even so, we shall all miss him as a good neighbour and a good friend.

Richard was a generous man, both with his material wealth and with his time.

Helping to organise the fete, for instance.

Of course, there were those who felt uncomfortable about his work,

his many developments in and around the village.

But he loved Badger's Drift.

He loved the village.

And that's why this week's fete will continue, dedicated to his name.

What were the things that mattered most to Richard?

First and foremost, I would have said, his friends.

His friends, old and new, who stayed close to him throughout his life.

The gate he never oiled, because he liked to know when visitors were coming.

His beautiful house. The way his front door was always open to everyone.

Oh, it's you. Please come in.

(SCREAMS)

The pear tree in his garden that he cherished,

and the single pear he gave me every harvest festival.

Richard lived his whole life here in Badger's Drift.

He was a boy here.

And he has died here.

He has paid the price,

as we must all pay.

Let us think of him as we sing our final hymn.

BELL TOLLS

- Thank you so much for coming. - So kind.

- Very kind of you. - Nice to see you.

- Well, that's that, then. - Yes.

Why do I feel there's so much more to it?

Good afternoon, Detective Inspector, Sgt Boy.

- You're cheerful, Mr Whitely. - Oh, I am.

I heard from Crossbeam Holdings this morning.

Richard's development company.

They agreed to my price for the lodge.

Oh, you'll be selling, then?

You bet! Had my fill of Badger's bloody Drift. To hell with it.

Agnes!

Good afternoon, Mr Barnaby.

Barnaby?

You're the policeman investigating this murder?

Yes, sir.

You should have a word with her.

Agnes Sampson, my wife's sister. She couldn't stand the fellow.

Ever since he bought the old schoolhouse and then sold it.

I'm sure she wasn't alone, sir.

You ask her. You ask her where she was at the time he was killed. You ask her that.

His sister-in-law?

Well, that must be Reginald Williams.

He used to run the post office.

- Charming. - Mr Barnaby.

Dr Henson.

Could I have a word with you? Not here, somewhere private.

You making tea?

I thought that went quite well.

Well, it was the high point of the year.

- Angela. - A memorial service with a half-full church.

It's just a same you didn't get the funeral.

You like funerals, don't you?

Please!

I'm fed up, Stephen.

Fed up, fed up, fed up!

Is it always going to be like this?

I'm happy as a parish priest.

But when I married you, I thought you were going to be so much more.

An archdeacon at least, surely a bishop.

I did everything you asked.

I joined every committee you put me up for.

The Diocesan in Synod, the Bishop's Council.

But the bishop never even looked at you.

I don't think he liked you.

Perhaps it's you he doesn't like.

May God forgive you, Angela, for what you've done to me, all these years.

"I'm happy as a parish priest."

I could have been happy. I could have been.

But you put a stop to that.

Richard Bayly wasn't dying.

What?

The evening he was killed, I received a phone call from Causton Hospital.

PHONE RINGING

Dr Henson.

What?

What are you talking about?

It turned out there'd been a mistake with the files.

You can't be serious!

You mean he didn't have a brain tumour after all?

Yes, he did, but non-malignant.

Smaller. It was a complete cockup.

Did you phone him?

I tried to, but the phone was off the hook.

So in the end, I decided to go round.

What time was that?

About five to twelve.

It was only when I got there I realised I was making a bloody fool of myself.

I just couldn't just go barging in there at midnight.

In the end, I decided to go home.

But I was back round there first thing the following morning.

That's why you were so worried he'd committed suicide.

It would have been my fault, for heaven's sake.

I was worried sick.

While you were waiting outside Richard Bayly's house,

did you by any chance see anyone approach?

As a matter of fact, I did.

It was just as I was driving off.

It was Ian Eastman. You know, the estate agent.

I saw him by the green.

He was heading towards the house. I'm sure of it.

Is that what you think this is all about?

The development at Tye House?

Looks like it. I still don't see the sense of it.

Killing Richard Bayly hasn't stopped the development going ahead.

Just the opposite.

Dave Whitely has got the price he wants now.

So the thing can be built.

Maybe David Whitely killed him for just that reason.

A tiny flaw in that argument, Troy.

Really?

Dr Henson may have got it wrong, but David Whitely didn't know that.

Nobody did.

As far as the village was concerned,

Richard Bayly was about to have a life-threatening operation.

So why kill a man who's already dead?

Good afternoon, Olive.

Miss Beauvoisin.

We're looking for Ian Eastman, please.

What are you doing here?

The last time we spoke to you sir,

you told us you didn't go out the night Richard Bayly was killed.

Yes.

But we have a witness statement that contradicts that.

You were seen, by the green, at five to twelve.

Well, I wasn't.

Your witness must be wrong.

Are you sure about that, sir?

Of course I'm sure.

I didn't leave the house.

Where would I be going in the middle of the night?

We were hoping that you'll tell us that, sir.

I have told you. It wasn't me.

I wasn't going anywhere.

If you asked me, the two of them are at it.

Eastman and Miss Beauvoisin.

- At it? - In a relationship.

It's possible.

- I was thinking, sir. - Oh, oh yes?

About what you were saying earlier.

Why kill a man who already dying?

Answer. To stop him changing his will.

Ah...

The vicar already told us Richard Bayly had decided to change his will

to benefit the steeple fund.

Maybe that's why he was killed.

That, too, is possible.

I wonder if he had a solicitor.

Ah!

It is a pleasure to see you again, Chief Inspector, Sergeant.

Even though, as I recall, the last time we met

was when one of my clients had the

grave misfortune to be um...

Murdered.

Precisely.

And now Mr Bayly, too.

How can I help you?

We've been led to believe that Mr Bayly was considering changing his will,

to benefit his local church.

That may be the case.

He had, however, failed to communicate that to me.

It had been some months indeed since I had last spoken to him.

Can you tell us who actually benefits under the terms of the will?

Mr Bayly was a wealthy man with no dependants.

The bulk of his money he left to Mrs Margaret Green.

She lives in Perth.

Scotland?

Australia.

There are some smaller bequests to various charities.

He did in fact leave 500 to the church of St Michael.

That won't get them very far.

No. You say he was planning to change his will?

Perhaps he was going to give them more.

I suppose we shall never know.

Well, that was a waste of time.

Oh, I don't know.

Why did Richard Bayly lie?

How?

According to Stephen Wentworth,

Richard Bayly had already begun to make arrangements to change his will.

Quite clear about that.

He wasn't just thinking about it, he'd already begun.

Maybe he called another solicitor.

Maybe, or maybe you're right, Troy.

Well, that would make a change.

Maybe this has all to do with Tye House.

It's what seems to connect them.

Richard Bayly, Agnes Sampson, Ian Eastman...

- And David Whitely. - And David Whitely.

The one man who's benefited from Richard's death.

FOX CRY

ROAR OF PETROL IGNITING

(COUGHS)

(COUGHS AND CHOKES)

Help!

Help!

For Christ's sake, help!

Help! Help me!

Why?

I don't understand.

God in heaven!

Why?!

Aargh!

- We've got 40 people, so far. - What?

Coming to the service.

Peter and Anne are flying in from New York.

Joyce...

You said it can all go ahead as planned.

Those were your very words.

Yeah, I know I did.

I got the list of hymns here.

'All Things Bright And Beautiful',

'There Is A Green Hill', and 'Onward Christian Soldiers'.

'Onward Christian Soldiers'. That's Troy's favourite.

I've invited him, too.

- Oh, you haven't done that. - Oh yes, I have.

How are you planning to feed them all?

- Afterwards, all this congregation... - I'm talking to caterers.

That's cheaper than the Orient Express would have been.

I suppose you're right.

See you later.

Oh, it's the Badger's Drift fete!

Yes. Well, we mustn't disappoint Stephen.

That is really good, Charles. Thank you.

I see you've drafted in some help, Ian.

What?

Oh... yeah.

Listen.

You two girls want to earn a quid?

Lovely spread, Brenda.

Thank you.

Good luck, Claire.

Thank you.

All set and ready?

Ha, ha, yes vicar.

Looks as if we're gonna have the weather for it.

Absolutely!

Did you manage to find someone to open the fete?

A celebrity?

No, not yet. But I may have had an idea.

I'll be back forthwith!

Forthwith!

Good morning.

Hello. How are you?

I'm fine.

Look, I wanted to apologise about the other day.

- There's no need. - No, no. I should have explained.

The thing is, I've been under quite a lot of stress recently

and when you mentioned Richard...

Oh, did you know him?

Yes. We were very close.

Actually, he's part of the reason I'm here.

I'm sorry, if he was a friend.

Now your father's investigating his murder.

How's the case coming along?

He hasn't really said.

I don't suppose he's mentioned the school?

The school?

Badger's Drift Primary School.

Has he mentioned it?

Simon!

Simon Fletcher. I recognise you even those what, 30 years?

Hello, Stephen.

I still remember you in the choir. Lovely voice.

But I heard you were in Causton.

Well, I hope you will forgive the opportunism.

I'm sorry?

Well I need to find someone to open the village fete this afternoon.

I was gearing up to do it myself,

but with a real live celebrity in town, I had to come and find you.

Oh, I don't know.

You're not working this afternoon?

No, it's our half-day, but...

I'd be so grateful.

I'm going to be there.

Are you?

I'm meeting my dad. If you want to speak to him, then...

All you have to do is simply say a few words and look at a few stalls.

It's for a very good cause. Saving the church tower.

- What time? - Two o'clock, sharp.

All right, then.

Excellent! Excellent!

I shan't have laboured in vain. All those hills!

A real, live celebrity, eh?

You'd better be there to hold my hand.

Sir!

Hi, Troy. What's happening?

There's been another death.

Morning, sir.

We've got a right one here, Tom.

What the hell's going on?

First a decapitation, now this.

It doesn't bear thinking about.

You sure that's David Whitely?

It's unrecognisable, but I'll call the dental records and that will tell.

Do you want to look at the body, what's left of it?

Troy?

Thank you.

God.

When's it going to end?

It's horrible.

I mean he would have burned alive in there.

It wouldn't have been quick.

Yes, thank you, Troy. No need to go into details.

You realized we could have prevented this.

Eh?

Remember the last time we saw Whitely?

- It's outside the church. - Yes.

- Very cheerful, Mr Whitely? - I am.

I heard from Crossbeam Holdings this morning.

Richard's development company.

They've agreed to my price for the lodge.

Oh, you'll be selling, then?

You bet! I've had my fill of Badger's "bloody" Drift.

To hell with them.

David Whitely tells us the development can go ahead.

- Then the next thing that happens... - Exactly.

But who else was there? Who else overheard?

Yes?

Miss Sampson? Agnes Sampson?

Are you the police?

Good afternoon. I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

Sgt Troy.

Come in. I've been expecting you.

Of course I've seen changes.

One can't stand in the way of progress, of course not.

But it's the greed I can't stand.

Old building being bashed down and converted for weekenders,

who pay double the market value,

and that just pushes the prices up and forces the real villagers out.

Is that why you decided to teach Richard Bayly a lesson?

Who told you that?

Ian Eastman, the estate agent,

said that you were upset about some trees.

Three oaks and a yew. Beautiful plants.

Ancient.

But down they have to come so that the weekenders can play their wretched golf.

On the night he was killed, you went round to Richard Bayly's house.

Yes.

To cut down his pear tree.

An eye for an eye, a tree for a tree.

I knew how much it meant to him, his precious pear.

And I thought, how about putting the boot on the other foot for a change,

see how he feels.

Why didn't you?

What happened to stop you?

What did you see?

I didn't see anything.

I knew there was an axe in the shed.

I'd seen it there before.

I suppose, it was a little before midnight,

I took the axe and went back across the garden.

I only got about halfway across

when I heard the garden gate open and shut.

GATE CREAKS

It was actually midnight on the dot, and he had a visitor.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

I heard them.

Oh, it's you. Please come in.

I don't know who it was, but the interruption brought me to my senses.

I got rid of the axe, and went home.

It was a stupid idea, anyway.

I don't know what possessed me.

You're sure there's nothing more you can tell us about this person you heard?

Was it a man or a woman?

I didn't see them.

I still can't believe it was the person who killed him.

He greeted them like an old friend.

STEAM WHISTLE

It gives me great pleasure to welcome everyone to Badger's Drift Summer Fete.

You know it's in a good cause, so I hope you spend lots of money,

and have a great time.

Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush

How did you know about the pear tree?

Guesswork, really.

Axe on the lawn, the old lady protesting about the trees.

Do you think she's telling the truth?

Oh I don't think she killed Richard Bayly.

Don't think she killed either of them.

Batty she may be, but not psychotic.

Maybe we should find out who else was protesting.

I'm wondering if this has anything at all to do with Tye House.

Maybe we've been barking up completely the wrong tree.

Yup! It's 2:15.

I said I'd meet Joyce at the fete. You coming?

Yeah! I thought I'd win myself a coconut.

CHEERING

Just one, please.

Another one, please, darling.

...a mixture of things.

Hello. Are you well?

Oh, horrible little horror!

Excuse me, I'll just sponge this off.

Oh dear, I don't think so.

Win five pounds!

Three arrows for a pound. Win five pounds!

Three arrows for 1.

Win 5. Three arrows for 1.

Oh...

I can see good fortune.

I hope you've done the Lottery this week.

Oh! Come on!

- Yes! - Well done, there.

Thank you.

- Bravo. - There you are.

You can keep it on your desk.

Would you try to damage my career, would you?

No. But I'll more than damage it,

if you're not at St Michael's at 11:00 tomorrow morning.

What?

Just spoke to Stephen. We're going to run through the service.

Oh, fine.

You've seen Cully?

Do you fancy a drink, then? I could get us some tea.

Hmm. Milk, no sugar, please.

I'll be right back.

It's got to be!

Come on. This time. Come on!

Yah! These things nailed on?

You missed the grand opening.

Oh, yeah?

It was Cully's director. They came here together.

Simon Fletcher.

Reggie.

Uh..., have you seen Stephen?

No. What is it?

I'm missing one of my bows.

I-I've just noticed it just now.

You sure?

Someone's gone and nicked it.

Oh, no!

(SCREAMS)

- Get an ambulance. - Simon! Simon!

Dad...

Need an ambulance. Badger's Drift green.

Looks like it was fired from behind the palm-reading tent.

In full view of everyone too.

It must have been someone with nerves of steel.

Or someone who didn't care if he was caught or not.

You all right, Cully?

- Is he dead? - He most certainly is.

Why, Dad? Why would anyone want to?

I was rather hoping you'd tell me that.

How well did you know him?

I didn't really know him at all.

This is all my fault, isn't it?

I stopped you speaking to him when you wanted to.

Wouldn't have made any difference.

He was asking about you this morning.

About me?

He wanted to know how the case was coming along.

He asked if you'd mentioned the school.

The school what?

Badger's Drift Primary School.

He didn't say why.

What did I tell you, Troy?

Forget Tye House. It's got nothing to do with it.

Why is the school so important?

I do not know. That's all we keep hearing, time after time after time.

Agnes knew Richard all his life. She taught him.

That was when the village still had it's own primary school.

Richard always was a pompous bastard, even at school.

Ian knew Richard from school days.

Richard Bayly, Ian Eastman and Dave Whitely

all went to the same school together.

Didn't Simon Fletcher come from the village?

He did. He was asking after the school. He must have gone there too.

So, all three deaths, Bayly, Whitely...

That's what connects them. The school.

Oil-fired central heating.

- It has views over Raven's Wood. - Miss Beauvoisin.

- Miss Beauvoisin! - I'll be with you in a moment.

You won't, Miss Beauvoisin. You'll be with me now.

I'm looking for Ian Eastman. Where is he?

I can't say.

Now don't play games with me.

There have been three murders in Badger's Drift.

Unless I find him soon, there could be a fourth.

This must be where he was going the night Bayly was killed.

VOICES

Shh-shh!

RHYTHMIC CREAKING

MAN SIGHING

I am not a homosexual.

In fact, it disgusts me, this need I have.

I was paying him, you understand.

It's a business arrangement. There's nothing wrong with that.

And how old is he, sir?

Nineteen!

I'm not interested at all in your private life, Mr Eastman.

I'm here because I want you to tell me about Badger's Drift Primary School.

What?

I want to know about Richard Bayly, David Whitely, Simon Fletcher,

and yourself.

I don't understand.

David Whitely's been killed.

So is Simon Fletcher.

What?! Oh, God!

Oh God.

Get him a glass of water.

Richard, Simon, David and me,

we called ourselves The Sign Of Four, you know, like in Sherlock Holmes.

We were a secret society,

had our own passwords, that sort of thing.

It was just a game.

But it all went wrong.

Another younger boy wanted to join us.

He was a friend of David's, so we agreed.

But we said he had to pass through an initiation ceremony.

You know, to prove he was worthy.

BELL TOLLING

We were just eleven years old, he was ten.

You have to remember, we were just children.

BREAKING GLASS

Well, first of all, we made him smash a few windows in Mrs Trace's greenhouse.

Not that there were many left to smash.

Then there were games...

Different games, I can't remember.

They were all leading up to the main initiation.

The test of endurance.

It was Simon's idea.

He always did had a sense of the dramatic.

Trial by gallows, that's what he called it.

We never meant to hurt him.

We never meant...

He had to stand there for five minutes,

with a rope round his neck.

On his own.

If he took the rope off, if he touched it,

he couldn't join us.

We didn't go far.

David had some cigarettes.

We smoked them, about a minute away.

And we never thought the rope would hold.

We never told anyone.

They all thought...

They thought he'd killed himself.

They thought it was suicide.

And you lived with it, all this time?

What else could we do? We were children.

We were terrified.

And years later,

it was too late.

What good would it have done, telling anyone?

No one knew who his father was.

Nine months later his mother died.

What was he called, the boy?

His name... was Felix Bryce.

Your father's late.

Mum, it's only just gone 11. He'll be here.

So, what are you saying then, that this is revenge?

Yes. For a murder which happened 30 years ago.

Richard Bayly, David Whitely, Simon Fletcher.

And Ian Eastman would have been next, if he hadn't, um er...

With a man young enough to be his son.

They were damaged goods, all four of them.

Okay, so it was revenge. But who?

Come with me.

Jennifer Bryce worked in the post office. I told you.

What sort of a girl was she, Mrs Williams?

Oh, she was a very pretty one.

No sense in her head, though.

I'm afraid that's true.

She got herself pregnant when she was just 17.

It was quite a scandal.

Yes, but in a place like Badger's Drift...

Reginald and I looked after her, of course but,

she never told us who the father was.

Was she a religious woman?

- God-fearing? - Ooh, quite the opposite.

She was a modern girl. Independent.

She gave birth to a boy?

Felix. A lovely child.

Took after his mother in looks.

Agnes taught him.

He was very bright.

He was taking his eleven plus a year early. And I didn't push him.

Some people blamed me, you know, for what happened.

Oh, I don't think that's true, dear.

He killed himself, Chief Inspector, in the wood.

It was a terrible thing.

And poor Jennifer, from the day they found him hanging from that tree,

she just, well, she never recovered. She just slipped away.

- I'm late for the church. - Are you going?

Yes, we both are. On the way, we'll drop in on the vicarage.

- I want a word with Angela Wentworth. - The vicar's wife.

Yes. I'm interested to know what sort of alarm clock she's got.

I'm afraid we're going to have to start, Mrs Barnaby.

I've a confirmation class at midday.

Yes. All right.

Now, the service and blessing.

It will start, of course, with you and your husband coming down the aisle.

So, the first question is, are we going to have some Mendelssohn?

I don't know.

- Tom! - Dad?

I'm afraid the service is off.

Oh, no!

I'm sorry?

I don't understand.

You don't have to pretend any more.

I know.

What?

Troy.

Stephen Wentworth, we're arresting you for the murders

of Richard Bayly, David Whitely and Simon Fletcher.

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

if you do not answer my question, something which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

- It was him! - Yes.

Why, Dad? Why Simon?

For something that happened thirty years ago, Cully.

They... killed my son.

And nobody knew.

Nobody knew anything about it,

until Richard Bayly was wrongly diagnosed with a brain tumour,

and felt a need to do what any dying man would do.

Confess.

Stephen, I know it's a bit late, but do you think I could have a quick word?

Of course it's not too late, Richard.

Come back in.

Forty years ago, you had an affair with Jennifer Bryce.

She gave birth to a child, a boy.

And she called him Felix, which means happiness.

And Stephen, after you.

But neither of you ever told anyone about it.

I couldn't. Jennifer understood that.

The parish would never have accepted it.

And Angela had such plans for me.

I was going to be a bishop.

But when he was ten years old,

Felix died.

You thought it was suicide.

Yes.

Can you imagine what it was like to live with that all these years.

To believe that my son...

...had killed Jennifer Bryce?

It broke her heart. Broke it.

And I had to bury her.

And nobody knew.

And then, out of the blue,

Richard Bayly told you what had really happened all those years ago

because he didn't know who he was talking to,

the father of the boy he killed.

The man whose life he'd ruined.

He just wanted to get it off his chest.

You know, you almost gave it away

at that memorial service.

He was a boy here.

And he has died here.

He has paid the price,

as we must all pay.

"Paid the price."

I thought that was an odd choice of words.

But, of course, that was exactly what he'd done.

In your eyes, anyway.

And you were lying to us, weren't you?

He never changed his will.

It wouldn't mattered if he had.

I would have killed him anyway. I didn't want his money.

But making me think he was going to change his will, that threw me.

Even when his solicitor told me, his client wasn't planning any changes at all.

You'd obviously lied, I still believed you.

Yes. I was very surprised.

Deception came very easily to me.

..our enemies, that we, trusting in thy defence,

may not feel the power of our adversaries.

Through the might of Jesus Christ our Lord.

Amen.

That same night you decided to take your revenge.

No planning, no calculation.

He had to die by your hand before his operation.

You carrying the sword, across the village.

You don't care if you're seen.

And you arrive at Richard Bayly's house at midnight exactly.

GATE CREAKS

Oh, it's you.

Please, come in.

(SCREAMS)

It was only afterwards that you realised you'd have to give yourself some sort of alibi.

You'd used your own sword.

The first weapon you could find.

That is when you decided to involve your wife.

Angela had taken a pill, so you knew she'd be sound asleep.

You put the alarm clock back 35 minutes.

And then you woke her up.

DOG BARKING

There's someone in the house.

What is it?

Downstairs. What time is it?

Your wife has told us that you asked her what time it was.

And I wondered about that.

If the clock was visible, why ask her what the time was?

Twenty to twelve.

Unless it was important that she should remember it.

Of course, you're absolutely right.

And once you'd got rid of Richard Bayly,

no stopping you, was there?

All the rest had to be punished, didn't they?

Oh, yes!

I don't understand!

God in heaven!

Why?

Aargh!

The methods you used should have told me something.

The flames...

The sword...

The arrow.

It was all somehow so biblical, so Old Testament.

The shooting at the fete, I said at the time, was an act of bravado.

You see yourself as the hammer of God?

Didn't care if you were caught?

No, I didn't care if I was caught.

But it had nothing to do with God.

Those men took away the only...

good things in my life.

I killed them because I wanted to.

I'm glad I did.

Those men were children when your son was killed.

It was an accident.

Troy.

Sir.

I've spent 40 years in this church.

Can you just give me one minute more, in prayer?

Yes, of course.

That's what you're like in action.

I don't believe it, Tom.

Sorry.

Sir!

Get after him, Troy!

Oof!

Angela. Angela!

Stephen?

What are you doing up there?

Sir! Don't do it!

Of course I'm going to do it.

I should have done it years ago.

No!

(SCREAMS)

Stay there! Stay where you are!

You sure you got everything?

Passports, tickets, traveller's cheques?

- And me? - Yes.

Come on, Mum. It's going to be great.

Rolls Royce. The Orient Express to Venice. It's so romantic.

With our luck, the driver will probably be killed.

Murder on the Orient Express? Been done!

- Send us a postcard. - Bye bye.

Mum, Dad.

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