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I had a friend tell me, about a friend of his,

someone he knew really well.

No word of a lie this.

He saw The Wolf Hunter last week, in the flesh.

Well, flesh and fur.

Half man, half wolf, all trouble.

You see, he lures us human folk into them woods back there.

And he slashes at your face with his metal talons,

and he finishes you off with a silver bullet to the skull.

What a load of utter cobblers.

Thank you for that, Mr. Everett.

If I can just say sorry, again, about the hot tubs.

I know the two of you were really hoping to use them

this afternoon, but I am hoping to get them

up and running tomorrow.

Maybe I could offer you a glass of Prosecco or...

Still no luck?

I just don't get it, Ro.

It's not an airlock,

filter's fine, temperature sensors working.

I just can't figure the problem.

I'll tell you what's wrong with that.

It's a bleeding Hot Tub, that's what's wrong with it.

As advertised, Mr. Everett.

This is a glamp site now.

Been coming here decades, never seen the like.

What's that smell?

Sage. Gets rid of bad energy.

Ronnie?

She's doing witchcraft now.

Is she, love?

Marvellous.

Your cod in butter sauce is ready.

Praise the Lord.

At least there are some things you can still rely on.

Thankfully, they're okay about the hot tubs.

They're coming round to the idea of being off the grid.

Good. That's something then.

Hmm, turns out he's a banker.

-I told him we were looking for

investors so, you never know.

Still here, Jez?

Looks like it.

Actually, I best be off.

I'm meeting someone.

Am I okay to leave my tools here?

Course.

See you tomorrow, yeah?

Try stopping me.

-Brandon. -Jez.

Hello?

Is that you mucking about?

Aah!

Morning, everyone.

-Hey, Mel. -Morning, Mel.

Please tell me you're late cause you've finally got a life.

I think the chances of me getting a life around here

are pretty slim.

That's why first sign of an acting job and, boom,

I'm off.

-Ooh!

Idiot! How old are you?

Old enough, sweet cheeks.

I'm heading to the woods. You coming?

Oh, let me think about that. No!

You loser!

-Oy, Wade -- -Leave it, Kel.

Okay. One sec, everyone.

Right.

So I've sent off my self-tape for that audition,

and I've narrowed down my list of agents.

so fingers crossed.

I'll be out from under your feet in no time.

Oh, I can't wait!

You'll miss me when I'm gone.

Yeah, like a hole in the head.

Yeah, yeah.

-Oh, Paddy, get out, go on.

You know I'm not the biggest fan of trick or treating.

Can't I just help with eating the sweets?

No, you can't.

It's to raise money for the school.

It's not till next week, and I said we'd go.

As what though?

I thought I might go as a witch.

-Don't!

The real question is, who are you gonna go as?

Well, as, um, as someone befitting a man of my status.

So, um, distinguished, stately, imposing.

And Little Red Riding Hood.

Oh! You found it!

Yes, Winter?

Victim's Jez Gladberry, in his 20s,

local handyman and blacksmith.

Next of kin's his father. He's been informed.

-Who found the body? -Local lad, Wade Andow.

Said he was riding his dirt bike

in the woods when he found him.

Whoa!

Stop right there, my lovelies!

Boot prints.

Not the victim's.

Heavy boots by the look of it and...

...canine prints.

Canine prints?

If pressed, I'd say wolf.

Not a real one, obviously,

unless of course it's a wolf with one leg.

An impression from the base of a cane, right?

Exactly.

Claw marks across the chest, puncture wounds to the neck,

and a bullet to the head.

Silver?

Smart money says so.

Time of death last night between 8:00 and 10:00.

I'm sorry, what are you both talking about?

Are you saying this man was killed by a wolf with a gun?

The Wolf Hunter actually.

It's all part of a meme.

A meme?

Well, it's sort of an idea

spread through social media and the Internet.

In this case, The Wolf Hunter.

Little Worthy ran a competition.

The idea was to create

a Midsomer Urban Myth, and The Wolf Hunter won.

It's really taken off.

Well, what exactly does this Wolf Hunter do?

He wears a wolf mask, he carries a cane with

a wolf paw on its base and a gun with a silver bullet.

His hands have, um, metal claws,

and he lures people to their death.

It's a lot like what we're seeing here, sir.

-Who ran this competition? -The Hub.

It's an Internet cafe in the village hall.

How did you hear about it?

A...friend entered.

Sadly I didn't make the short list.

I'm surprised to hear that.

Did the victim have a phone on him?

No. I'll contact service providers, do a trace.

Now I noticed there's a campsite

just the other side of these woods.

Actually, it's a glamp site, sir.

Yeah, I'm aware of what they call it, Winter.

I'm quite happy with the vocabulary

created before the year 2000.

Why don't you get over there and see if anyone saw him.

I want to pay a visit to this Nub.

Sir, Hub.

Indeed.

I'll see if I can pick up an urban dictionary on the way.

I heard about Jez, Eric.

I'm so sorry.

So am I, Annie.

Are you sure now's the time?

Yes.

More than ever.

-Aah!

Oh, it's top notch entertainment is this.

Come and have a look, Ronnie.

Better than your la-dee-dah treatments.

Actually, love, I rather like the look of this one.

Steam sauna followed by hot stone massage.

40 quid!

You can buy a lawn mower for that.

Are you familiar with a Jez Gladberry?

Of course. Terrible news, isn't it?

You already know about his death?

Everyone does.

His workshop's just down there.

Everyone's really upset.

He was just such an all round lovely bloke.

I'm sorry, but how exactly does everyone know?

It was posted on the Wolf Hunter Forum

first thing this morning.

Presumably by the person who discovered the body,

Wade Andow?

Do you know where I might find him?

Yeah, he's just inside.

The Wolf Hunter strikes!

I was cool about it.

I mean, it's just a body right?

The question is, who is next?

Actually the question is,

did you post news about the death online?

No. I left the woods and called you guys.

I've only just got here.

Anyway, so, um, this is Josie. She's our expert.

She updates The Wolf Hunter website,

you know, trying to make sense of everything.

The Wolf Hunter has certainly captured everyone's imagination.

Tell me about it.

Even kids like to dress up as him.

Well, not now.

Um, Kel, do you want to take a break?

No, I'd rather just be busy. Thanks.

Your cafe is very popular.

That's because we give them what they want --

connectivity, which is something of a luxury around here.

Poor Internet. It's a rubbish wi-fi connection.

I wanted to create a nest, a sort of haven,

where I could bring everyone together.

I see from your sign, there's, um, an exhibition?

Uh, yes, it's just through here.

Do you want to follow me?

Jez left just after 8:00.

Said he was going to meet someone.

-Did he say who? -No.

I thought it was odd though.

He got a text and headed towards the woods,

but the village is over that way.

So he had his phone with him?

He didn't when we found him.

Maybe he dropped it on the way.

And after he left, what did you do?

Had a bit of a barney, didn't we?

Trouble in paradise, eh?

Pat Everett.

Pleasure's all yours.

And I said to Ronnie, "Ronnie," I said,

"We been coming here 30 years plus, no trouble."

36.

This year with all their newfangled gadgets, total mess.

It drives Rowan's mum Annie mad.

She runs the pub.

It'll all end in tears. Mark my words, my lad.

Let the officer speak, Pat.

-Battenberg? -Oh, um, no thank you.

Um, what were Mr. and Mrs. Yarrow arguing about?

Jez, I reckon.

He come to fix the hot tub again.

Oh, good cup of tea, love. Could trot a mouse across that.

Mm, did you see where they went after?

Aye.

They both stomped off.

Didn't see hide nor hair of either of them

until late this morning.

Could either of them have gone to the wood?

Well, I, um, I went out for a walk,

and I saw Rowan headed that way.

Oh, um, could you just excuse me?

Thank you.

When The Wolf Hunter went viral, we felt obliged to stage this.

People come from miles.

-Is the gun real? -No. It's a dummy.

Is this place locked at night?

Absolutely.

This cane, in fact, all these items,

I'll need forensics to check them.

Are there others?

Yeah, for sure, Jez made them to order.

He got himself quite a sideline making all sorts of artifacts.

Quite a character.

Sure is.

A loner caught between worlds.

Sort of Jekyll and Hyde werewolf with a steampunk twist.

Steampunk? Right.

Interesting images.

Tell that to the flower arranging class

that used to happen here.

They weren't happy that we had to move them.

Steve Skelton, local photographer.

Ah, did you take these?

Why the wood?

Well, it's the location everyone's been drawn to.

And in medieval times, home to the Worthy Wolves.

That's where he hangs out.

The kids go there all the time

for dead-of-the-night dares and dates.

Whose idea was the competition?

Mine, I guess.

And Steve won it.

His entry was the only one worth its salt really.

Why would you invent something like this?

Well, there was the local connection,

and I've always been a fan of the werewolf stuff.

I just thought I'd give it a modern twist.

An origin story.

No idea it would take off, though.

It's been nuts.

The competition was just the beginning.

Who else stands to profit from the legend?

Someone who runs a website or a cafe?

Clearly brings people in.

It does, but that so wasn't the idea.

The Wolf Hunter belongs to us all.

What's the idea with the red eyes?

They appear above the door of The Wolf Hunter's

next victim.

Did they appear above Jez Gladberry's door?

I have no idea.

Strange, isn't it?

Very.

Fake lore becoming folklore.

-Ssh! -There you are.

-For you. -Thank you.

Ooh, it's exciting.

After you.

Wait!

Help! Help!

Help!

Help!

What do you mean accident?

My Ronnie here could have been killed.

But I'm fine, love.

What happened?

The door to the sauna locked shut.

Someone sabotaged the electrics.

One of the guests was trapped inside.

You can't stay in that van any longer.

We'll put you in a lodge.

Over my dead body.

-Can be arranged -What did you say?

I'm DCI Barnaby.

Let's just all calm down, shall we?

Calm down?

These two are flipping potty.

Ronnie here nearly got cooked alive.

First they target Jez and now us.

Who's doing this?

Him, probably. He's sabotaging us.

Me?

Easy, Mr. Everett.

There's no need for that.

One thing at a time.

Yes, starting with...

what were you doing trying to get rid of this phone?

I told you I panicked.

That phone might contain important information

about who killed Mr. Gladberry.

We could charge you with withholding evidence.

I'm sorry. I...I wasn't thinking.

Why did you have it anyway?

Jez left it. I knew he was coming back.

Well, I thought he was.

And you didn't think to mention this when we spoke

about the phone earlier?

I thought it would seem suspicious.

Not as suspicious as trying to throw it into a lake.

And then accusing one of your customers

of trying to sabotage your business.

Look, I'm sorry about the phone!

But that control unit didn't smash itself!

First Jez and now this!

Someone is out to get us.

Agreed.

I thought it was bad karma, but it's much more than that.

And it's damaging.

We need to be at 60% capacity

just to keep our heads above water.

We borrowed...heavily.

There was an angel investor in the wings,

but we are not about to hit any targets

any investor would insist on.

Apart from Mr. Everett,

has anyone else opposed the campsite?

Eric Gladberry but, that was just because he wanted

to buy the land and we beat him to it.

He's Jez Gladberry's father?

Hmm, he has the windmill on the edge of the village.

Pat Everett said that you had words about Jez after he left.

Pat Everett needs to mind his own business.

We're just stressed.

Is that why you had Jez's phone?

What? No.

Because you were suspicious of Jez and your wife.

I told you, he just left it.

What happened after you rowed? Where did you go?

I went for a walk to clear my head.

I like to channel the chi energy of nature

to help ease my stress and dispel negativity.

And did it?

As a matter of fact, it did.

And you?

Uh, I went to The Lamb.

We'll need to check that.

By all means.

Bit of a tumbleweed moment.

Hmm.

-Annie Davids? -Yes?

-DCI Barnaby. -DS Winter.

Did Brandon Yarrow come in last night?

Yes, he did.

Do you remember what sort of time?

How long he stayed?

No, not really.

We were busy with the darts tournament,

and, well, me and Brandon don't talk.

He's your son-in-law?

In name only.

Why don't you get on?

This is a traditional pub in a traditional village.

Or it was, before that cafe arrived

and before my daughter got all doo-lally, new-agey,

trendy-lefty, pinko-liberal glamping mad.

Not a fan then?

No.

This about Jez's death and that Wolf Hunter hokum?

Yes, it is.

Keen on that, as well?

Mel and Steve should be shot for encouraging the whole thing.

Shot? That's a bit harsh, isn't it?

She and Steve are as thick as thieves.

Some would say more than that.

Steve used to work here, and, well, we left on bad terms.

Pint of Best, please, Annie.

Uh, your wife has recovered then I take it, Mr. Everett?

She needs a drink to steady her nerves.

We both do. And a pinot for Ronnie.

Ms. Davids, Mr. Everett.

Any luck with your searches?

None whatsoever.

Oh.

Oh, never mind. Onward.

How are we getting on with the numbers for our Aunt Sally team?

All signed up.

Magic.

We're gonna smash 'em.

Aren't we, Ronnie?

Course we are, love.

-Hey, Brandon. -Hey.

Why are you even bothering doing that?

Just trying to keep on top of everything.

It's really gone through the roof now.

It's gone too far is what it's done.

Someone killed Jez.

You do realize that, don't you?

'Course I do.

But I've got to do this. I have to.

Why? What's wrong with you?

Lots of reasons, and there's nothing wrong with me!

Hey! What did you do that for?!

Because it's sick, that's why.

Oooh, cat fight. Like it!

Get lost, you waste of space.

What are you doing pretending you can write anyway?

It's not exactly touch typing, is it?

Who are you to talk?

It's not exactly Hollywood, this place, is it?

At least I got some dreams. Such a loser.

Like I care what you think!

'Cause you know what? You know nothing about me, nothing!

What's going on?

Ask her. She's lost the plot.

I've just had enough, okay? That's all!

I've had enough of The Wolf Hunter.

I've had enough of this place. I've had enough of everything.

I got to get out of here for good.

-Hey, come on. -No! I'm serious, Mel.

This place is doing my head in.

It won't be forever.

You've had a shock. We all have.

We're all upset about Jez.

We're confused and frightened, but we can't let that get to us.

We've got to stick together, right?

Right?

The Yarrows financials are back. They're definitely struggling.

Brandon gave up his job in marketing

to follow his wife's dream.

Strangely enough, we're not the only ones

looking into the Yarrows.

Pat Everett has been making inquiries.

Maybe he's trying to push them out.

Keep digging, and also check out Mel Wallace and Steve Skelton.

And get a tech team over to the cafe.

I want to know if that post was made

from one of their computers.

Progress on the boot prints.

Heavy tread and guess what. Brace yourselves.

Two of them.

The murderer had two legs?

Not so fast, sunshine.

Different sizes, different boots.

Apart from the victim,

there were two other people at the murder scene.

An accomplice?

Or someone else came across the body

and posted about it on the website.

What about the wolf paw cane at The Hub?

Was that the one in the woods?

Definitely not.

The one used in the woods has a chip in it.

You're looking for a wolf cane with a broken little toe.

Ow!

Mr. Gladberry?

DCI Barnaby, Causton CID.

I'm very sorry about what happened to your son.

Lovely view.

My wife's favorite, until she fell ill and died last year.

I'm very sorry to hear that, too.

Did you do the paintings of the Wolf Hunter

at the local exhibition?

No, they're not mine.

Are you going to paint the campsite, as well?

Well, I'll leave that till last.

Shame it's there really.

Spoils the view, don't you think?

I've gotten used to it now.

Was Jez seeing anyone?

Yes.

I may be old, but I'm not deaf.

Do you know who?

No idea. We -- we didn't talk much.

Not since his -- his mother died, and, you know, uh,

this stuff got a grip of me.

Cheers.

Ah.

Jez.

Ah, another bottle.

My cane. Where's my...

-Did I -- -Please, allow me.

Have you injured yourself?

Thank you.

Hip replacement.

Jez made the cane for me.

Do you know of any others that he made?

No. Can't say I do.

Yes, Winter.

There's no mention in his Order Book of Wolf Hunter items.

But check this out.

It wasn't just the photograph that was interesting.

Tech got back to me about Jez's call history.

Yesterday, the same number called him 11 times

and texted to meet in the woods last night.

And that phone belongs to?

Kelly Kirk-Lees.

Oh?

Excuse me.

We'd like to ask you a couple of questions.

You can ask.

Were you in a relationship with Mr. Gladberry?

A what with Mr. who?

What century do you think this is?

We found this.

Oh, that.

Friends with benefits.

-It's when two -- -Yes, we know what that is.

Would you say you and Jez were close then?

What's it to you?

You arranged to meet him in Worthy Wood last night.

We have a record of the text.

Then you must be imagining it.

Here. Look.

See? No text about the woods.

You could have just deleted it.

I didn't go anywhere near the woods last night.

I hate them. Spook me out.

So where were you last night?

At home with Josie. Ask her.

We will.

Did you have your phone on you all day yesterday?

Of course.

Although I do sometimes leave it lying about if we're busy.

Sir.

Who lives here?

Me and Josie.

Cuppa, love?

You making tea?

Am I in Heaven?

Nearly, thanks to this bunch.

Best sleep I have had in ages.

Well, you nearly fried alive.

No wonder you slept well.

You going for your walk?

Yes, I think I will.

Want me to come?

No. I'll go on my own if that's okay.

You needn't worry about a thing. We'll have an officer here.

I'm not worried.

It'll just be Wade Andow mucking about.

Kelly!

Kelly, oh, my God! We're next!

It's fine, Josie. Don't worry about it.

It'll just be a joke.

Well, what if it's not? What if we're next?

We won't be. It's okay.

Can I just ask, where were you last night?

Here.

In watching telly with Kel.

Satisfied?

Come on, Josie.

Sir.

The post about Jez's death,

it was sent from one of the computers in the cafe

by someone calling themselves "The Wolf Slasher."

I'll go there.

You take those boots back to Fleur.

Let's see if any of them match the prints

she found in the woods.

Sir.

I'm so sorry. I have no idea who The Wolf Slasher is.

People make up names all the time.

So when the cafe's open, anyone can use this computer?

Yes.

Do you have CCTV?

No, I'm afraid not.

This was posted at 8:13 a.m. What time do you open?

9:00.

So, whoever left this was here before opening time.

Does anyone else have keys?

Um, Steve sort of does,

as he's living on site at the moment.

I'm going to need a word with him.

Mr. Skelton?

DCI Barnaby.

Do you have any idea where he might be?

Out taking photos probably.

Ah, there was a cash prize for the competition.

Who paid for that?

I did.

Very generous of you.

Are you and Mr. Skelton involved?

No.

Contrary to popular opinion, we're just friends.

I'm not one to take chances on the roulette wheel of love.

You're a very generous friend, providing him

with somewhere to live, letting him win the competition.

His was the best entry.

I spoke with the landlady at The Lamb.

Oh, hard luck.

I gather Mr. Skelton used to work there.

-He quit. -Because?

Well, Annie is best friends with Steve's ex, Rachel,

who I get wasn't happy, but then Annie encouraged Rachel

to dump him and do a runner,

leaving him with all this debt and Josie to look out for.

It's been a real struggle, but he's tried his best.

And yet he still keeps her photograph?

He still sends her money. He's crazy about her.

He even thinks that she might come back one day.

She won't, especially if Annie keeps badmouthing him.

We'll get our revenge, though.

Excuse me?

It -- it's the Annual Battle of Aunt Sally tomorrow.

Ah, I see.

Does Mr. Skelton sell these photographs?

If he can.

Steve does anything to bring in whatever he can.

So it's very much in his interests for the myth to grow.

I suppose.

Well, when he comes back, please get him to contact me.

Yes, of course.

Steve Skelton, wherever he is,

seems most likely to have posted the news.

But why target Jez?

And if you're the murderer, then why advertise

the fact by posting as The Wolf Slasher?

To create an atmosphere of fear and paranoia maybe?

What else?

Well, we know that Kelly Kirk-Lees,

or someone using her phone, lured the victim into the woods.

That could be anyone that uses The Hub,

which is pretty much everyone.

How are we doing on the boots?

Perfect match actually.

Who do they belong to?

According to the label...

whose writing is this?

Mine.

Kelly Kirk-Lees.

Yes, I'm on it.

Kel?

Kel?

Kel?

Oy!

Wait!

No, no!

Same wolf cane with the broken toe.

And same boots that we haven't been able to identify yet.

Only these are a stronger imprint.

So let's hope these ones were made for talking.

Indeed.

And a funeral wreath.

What was in her rucksack?

Cash and clothes.

Looks like she was leaving the village, poor thing.

Or trying to.

Kelly Kirk-Lees' family have been informed.

They live in Scotland.

Uh...

Oh, sorry.

So what was Kelly doing at the scene of Jez Gladberry's murder?

Assuming she was the one wearing the boots.

Where's her flatmate, Josie Skelton?

She was found nearby, distressed.

She's with her father, Steve Skelton.

Well, we need to talk to him anyway.

Not least to find out if this camera's his.

Found it on a wall.

Yes, it is my camera. Can I have it back?

All in good time.

Someone posted from the cafe yesterday morning

about Jez Gladberry's murder under the name

of "The Wolf Slasher."

-Was that you? -No.

I was out early with that camera trying to capture the sunrise.

Nowhere near the woods.

Can anyone verify that?

-I was on my own. -What about last night?

I was trying to stage some shots of The Wolf Hunter.

The camera was on a timer.

I was walking in front of it for a shot

when your headlights turned on me.

It was you that I chased?

Yes.

I ran back to the flat.

Via the churchyard and Kelly Kirk-Lees?

No!

You can see why we might think otherwise.

Kelly Kirk-Lees was murdered at a time

when you were in the vicinity dressed like the man himself.

Tell us about the cuts on your hands.

I fell when he was chasing me!

Look, if I was a killer, why would I take photos?!

Trust me, you wouldn't be the first.

And what were you hoping to achieve

with the photographs anyway?

To keep the myth alive?

What does it matter?

The Wolf Hunter's mine. I came up with it.

I can do what I want.

-Not really, Dad. -Yes, really!

It was my original idea.

Everyone else just surfed on the back of it.

I thought that was the point.

-It is. -Josie, please!

No, Dad, you can't just take credit

Yes, I can! I have to!

You don't understand. I did it for you.

For financial gain?

Yeah, I'm skint, okay?

I thought if I had some shots, some real ones,

then...I could sell them.

And you knew people would pay more

if they felt they'd seen the murderer

in action -- highly ethical.

Hey! I'm desperate, okay?

You're doing all of this for money?

And to get your mum back.

You know that's never gonna happen!

Did you know Kelly was leaving the village?

Not really.

Why did you follow her?

I'm not sure. I...

How serious were Jez and Kelly?

They were pretty new.

Um, yeah, they were going for it.

There was talk about them moving in together.

How did you get on with Jez?

Me?

Yeah, he was all right.

You and Kelly were good friends.

Did you ever share clothes?

Sometimes.

What about boots?

No.

If Jez's relationship with Kelly was serious,

then we could just be talking about a case of jealous lover.

Rowan Yarrow?

Possibly. I think something else is going on, though.

The slashing, the gunshot. And why use the myth?

It's like they want some kind of vengeance.

Mm. So, what do we do now?

Well, it's early, and we've been up all night so, um,

I'll pop home, and you can hold the fort here.

You've slept in.

I never.

Don't be ridiculous.

Bloody hell.

Must be all that stress.

Or beer.

Or you like the bed.

Pat, I've been thinking.

Uh-oh.

We've tried everything, nothing's worked.

Everything's changing.

I think this has to be the last year we come here.

It's over.

-Oh!

Blimey!

What? You're gonna give me a heart attack!

I don't know. Out all night?

Blame Winter.

He leads me astray.

You okay?

If I could figure out what was going on.

The key is somehow buried in the myth of The Wolf Hunter.

I just can't quite fathom what it is.

Well, what do you need to know?

I spent half the night reading the kids'

local history projects, and the Wolf Hunter

featured pretty heavily.

Why would he appeal to kids?

This is someone who goes around killing people and wolves.

But he's conflicted.

I think the kids respond to his vulnerability.

Vulnerability? I'm clearly missing something.

He was abandoned as a child by his family.

Left alone in the woods on the night of a full moon.

Abandoned because?

The wolves were closing in and his family fled.

And then the wolves brought him up.

So the wolf is both predator and protector.

Exactly.

The Wolf Hunter is torn between loving

and hating both of his families.

That's why even someone like Wade Andow can relate to him.

Do you know him?

Yeah, he was a pupil of ours, but we had to let him go.

He's in the paper talking about finding the body.

He lashed out at a teacher he thought was looking down on him.

He was a very sensitive boy with a really bad attitude.

It was such a shame. He was talented.

He showed real potential as an artist.

Thanks for the call, Mark.

You've clearly heard the news.

Yeah.

You and Kelly were obviously close.

How long had you known her?

I've sort of always known of her.

I came here 18 years ago.

That was the summer that she was born.

And then a few years ago,

she just swung into the cafe demanding a job.

Do you have any idea why she was leaving

or where she was going?

London. Yeah, she always talked about it.

She dreamt of bigger things than Little Worthy.

And why would she go through with it now?

Because of what happened to Jez I guess.

She loved him to bits.

Can you think of anyone who might have had a grudge

against either Jez or Kelly?

Or both?

No.

No, they got on with everyone.

Well, Kelly didn't, but...

She kind of treated everyone with equal contempt.

What about Rowan Yarrow? How was Kelly about her?

Oh, fireworks those two,

all that new agey stuff wound Kel right up.

And she also thought that Rowan was after Jez.

Excuse me.

Yes. Winter.

I'm in Jez Gladberry's workshop.

It's been broken into, and I think I know what's been taken.

Bolt cutters.

What are you doing?

It's black tourmaline.

It's good for soaking up negative energy.

Oh, right.

Jez Gladberry.

Did you know that he was seeing Kelly Kirk-Lees?

Yes. Yes, I did. He confided in me.

He was stressing about his father, life and love.

I suggested I do some reiki healing.

And he told me about Kelly.

I'm so sorry to hear about what's happened.

Did you know Miss Kirk-Lees?

A bit, from The Hub.

She was...

...quite a live wire.

Indeed.

And, um, why was Mr. Gladberry stressing?

You mentioned love.

I got the impression he might have been seeing someone else

apart from Kelly.

I'm going to need a little bit more than that

I'm afraid, Mrs. Yarrow.

Were you fond of Mr. Gladberry?

Perhaps jealous of his growing relationship with Kelly?

No, of course not.

After all the things I've done for you?

These people have done nothing to me.

They have to me. They have to go.

-How many more? -Until it's over.

-And when will that be? -Soon!

Come on, Wade.

Just one more.

That's all.

Annie.

How's business?

Thriving?

Not great, to be honest.

I told you.

Little Worthy isn't ready for fancy camping.

We'll see.

Come on, Bran.

Way too much negativity around here.

Right. To the victor, the spoils.

And what lovely spoils they are --

great big keg of best bitter.

Right, let's show this shower who's boss round here.

Ronnie?

Missed by a whisker.

-Whisker. -By a country mile more like.

You do know that you are supposed

to actually hit the target?

Watch it, you!

Come on, Mel, you've got this.

Come on, Mel.

Pat Everett's been contacting

the property companies in the area.

Do you think they're trying to drive them out and take over?

Could the murders be something to do with that?

Not much of a motive, though, is it?

Murder's hardly good for business, is it?

Two deaths in the village will be the end

of Yarrow gla...camping.

Let's call it by its proper name, shall we?

It's a glamp site, Winter.

You see, language is a living, breathing thing.

That's part of the beauty of it.

What do we know about Mr. Everett?

Self-made man. He's been coming here for years.

His wife goes off for walks on her own.

I mean, do you think she could be capable of killing someone?

Let's find out where Ronnie Everett

goes on her walks.

Oi!

You two! Stop gawping.

Come here.

Can't we have him instead?

No, you can't.

Good luck.

I might have something for you.

Can't you see we're busy detecting?

Love an Aunt Sally, me.

Well, don't just stand there, have my go.

Me elbow's playing up.

Yes!

Oh! Yes! We won!

It's all about technique, Winter.

Wallop!

By jingo, you've got some gumption.

Thanks.

I think.

Oh, thank you.

I can confirm Kelly Kirk-Lees was shot with a silver bullet.

Fired from a real gun?

Very much so.

And not the one at The Hub. Confirmed as a fake yesterday.

Also had a bit of time over a cuppa, so thought

I'd read Josie Skelton's blog about The Wolf Hunter.

And?

The phrasing is remarkably similar

to the phrasing used by The Wolf Slasher.

Thank you.

Well, I guess there's always next year.

I don't know why we bother.

Oh, that's the spirit.

What's going on?!

What are you doing?

I've had enough! I hate everything about this!

Kelly was right! It's gone too far!

And no one cares!

Hey! I've put a lot of work into this!

Yeah, just to make money.

To get your mum back!

No, no, no. No.

To get us all back on track, so we can be together again.

Don't touch me!

You don't get it, do you?

Mum is never coming back.

She doesn't want to be here with you.

Don't you dare say that!

Steve! Stop it. Leave it.

Okay, just let it go.

-It's okay, Josie.

She's gone now.

I'm so sorry.

Popping out.

As you wish, love.

Then later, shall we go to the pub, eh?

Seeing as we're off tomorrow and maybe...

aren't coming back, this could be the last time.

Can I join you?

Yes.

Yes, I would like that.

Hello?

In here.

Exhibition finished?

Well, I think we've all had enough of The Wolf Hunter,

now, don't you?

Can I help you?

Actually, it's Josie I need to speak to.

In your blog about The Wolf Hunter,

you refer to his claws being like "silver shining talons."

The Wolf Slasher, reporting Jez Gladberry's death, said,

"He was ripped by silver shining talons."

Funny that, isn't it?

So, you could have borrowed Kelly's boots,

which potentially places you near the scene of

Jez Gladberry's murder, and you were very much

in the vicinity of Kelly's.

So, were you in the woods the night before last?

The truth.

It was you who found Jez's body and posted about it online.

Did you see or hear anything?

No.

But I didn't arrive till later.

Wade...

Wade left early next morning 'cause he's like that.

So, you and Wade are an item?

God no.

Kind of.

I like him loads, but he's not into me.

I see.

How did you get into The Hub?

Dad gave me a set of keys in case I ever needed them.

Hm.

You said you didn't get to the woods until late.

Was Wade already there when you arrived?

Yes.

He said he'd been there ages putting up the...tent.

Tragic seeing it going to ruination.

Wade who?

Andow, to whom you have leant easels and paint

and presumably your expertise.

Have you taken him under your wing?

Well, someone had to.

The boy has talent.

Just needed bringing out, you know?

You know, I always thought that Jez might pick up a brush,

but he didn't.

Wasted his potential.

An odd job man and smithy!

Each to his own, Mr. Gladberry.

Customary when painting a landscape to paint

everything that's there, isn't it?

An artist can do as he pleases.

Still, to do so many and not to include the camp site.

What is it about that view, Mr. Gladberry?

Your wife's favorite you said.

We used to sit outside and look at it.

And they were building that damned site.

She couldn't even die in peace.

Is that why you're sabotaging the site?

Or getting Wade to?

What is the point in developing his talents

if you're just going to persuade him to commit crimes?

I just wanted that place gone!

Mr. Gladberry, where is Wade now?

Sir?

Wait!

Don't go any further.

It's not safe. Come down.

Presumably it was you who broke into Jez's workshop

and stole the bolt cutters, as well as going online

and posting bad reviews of Yarrow Glamping.

Did you also take a gun from the workshop?

-No. -What about killing two people

in the manner of The Wolf Hunter?

No, of course not.

But you were in the woods the night Jez was killed.

I hear you have a lot of talent.

So why would you waste it?

For money? Was Mr. Gladberry paying you?

No.

I just owed it to him.

He didn't mean to hurt anyone.

He just wants the campsite shut down.

You could have said no.

I could have, but, do you know what it's like

to have everyone think you're a no mark loser

who'll do nothing with their life?

Eric was good to me.

He took me under his wing, encouraged me,

and he was broken after his wife died.

How did Jez feel about your friendship with his Dad?

Jez didn't care. He had other things on his mind.

Like what?

Women.

Plural?

Kelly Kirk-Lees and...

who else?

I don't know.

But he'd been seeing someone else for ages.

I just thank God no one was injured, to be honest.

Oh, thanks, Brandon.

Hang on a second.

What's going on?

I don't understand.

Who fixed it?

It were just your flange and sprocket mechanism.

And your widget needed unblocking.

-How do you know about -- -Pumps, lad, pumps.

That's how I made my money.

You can't hammer a nail in over the Internet.

You can knock it off the bill.

Oh, tell him, love.

Tell him what?

That angel investor you were in touch with...

You're looking at him.

-What? -No way.

I only invest in the best.

That's why I were testing you.

I don't understand. You hate glamping.

Aye, but I love Ronnie, and I love it round here.

We were going to move here permanently,

but we've changed our mind.

Because of us?

-No. -No, no.

It's just time for us to move on.

We wish you well.

We better be getting on. Got us goodbyes to do.

We'll keep in touch.

Sir, I checked the properties

that the Everetts have been looking at.

It's Daisy Cottage. It's been empty for years.

So, did one of them used to live there?

Do they want to buy it?

It's listed to a holding company.

We'll find out whose behind that.

The Everetts have been coming here for decades, haven't they?

36 years.

Ronnie Everett was very specific about that.

The previous owners used it as a rental property.

Maybe they stayed there once?

Your holiday snaps are back.

Winter.

Thank you.

A.K.A., Mr. Skelton's film.

I think you'll like them.

What's that?

Yeah, thought you'd like that bit.

So I had it enlarged.

Another Wolf Hunter.

The real one.

So Steve Skelton was telling the truth.

He isn't The Wolf Hunter.

So who is?

Well, I have more on the boot prints.

They belong to someone who repeatedly puts

a lot of weight on one side, someone with a consistent limp.

Thank you, Annie

Oh, you shouldn't have.

Well, it's only wee.

Oh, we're going to miss you so much, you know?

Thank you. You've always been so kind to us.

Mr. Gladberry.

Did you find Wade?

Yes, indeed.

Just in time.

He's been charged over trying to sabotage Yarrow Glamping,

as you will be.

But first, I'd like to ask you about a pair of boots you own.

Heavy tread.

Have you found them?

Excuse me?

My hip's been killing me without them.

They just disappeared from the house.

Well, who took them?

I don't know. I -- I asked Jez about it,

and he said he didn't know either.

But you know what, I figure it's, um,

most probably someone he's seeing.

You never met this person, but you sometimes heard them?

When were they last there?

Three nights ago.

Did you hear anything specific, like a row?

No.

But I was pretty out of it at the time, so...

Are the Everetts leaving?

Sadly.

Salt of the earth, those two.

I gather they were interested in a cottage in the woods.

Any idea why?

They stayed there the first time the entire summer.

They're definitely going to be missed.

You talk as if they're never coming back.

They're not. They're leaving for good.

This photograph.

From that first summer.

We thought they'd be back next time with a little one.

But they weren't.

And no mention.

We thought they'd lost the child.

Didn't really like to ask.

Well, you don't, do you?

Sir.

I'd take Mr. Gladberry to the station and charge him

over the damage to Yarrow Glamping.

And find out when the current owner

bought that cottage in the woods.

Will do. Where are you going?

To see if Josie Skelton has any idea who else

Jez Gladberry was seeing.

Sorry, we're not...

Oh, hello!

We're heading off later.

Oh, well, I'll see you next time.

Not sure you will.

All that glamping.

I thought we thought we could hack it, but it's not to be.

Me and that Brandon, chalk and cheese.

So we won't be coming back.

We wanted to give you just a little present

to say thank you for all the cups of tea over the years.

Oh, thank you.

Ronnie's read that cover to cover about a million times.

We thought it were time to pass it on.

Well, it belongs here in the village.

Well, cheerio.

Bye.

Bye-bye, love.

Wow.

Kel never went near the Gladberrys' house.

She was scared of Mr. Gladberry.

If she saw Jez, she saw him here.

Have you any idea who else Jez might have been seeing?

Someone less scared of Mr. Gladberry perhaps?

No idea.

You're really letting The Wolf Hunter go then?

You bet.

Tell me the different elements of the myth.

The mask, the eyes, being left in the woods.

Who came up with what?

The werewolf thing was my dad's.

The silver bullet and red eyes.

The website stuff was me.

What about being left in the woods?

Whose idea was that?

I can't remember now.

Mel maybe.

Winter.

Wolf eyes on the sign at the campsite.

Did you find out about the sale of the cottage?

It was bought 18 years ago.

Still trying to track down who's behind the holding company.

It's okay. I think I know.

What's going on?

I'm not sure.

We'll need you to account for all your guests.

Where's your husband?

I don't know. He took a call.

Mr. Everett, Mrs. Everett,

you've been coming to the village for 36 years I believe.

The first time you came, you stayed at Daisy Cottage.

Why do you keep coming back?

It's private.

I'm sorry, but I have to ask, do you have any children?

No.

No, we don't.

Did you once?

We had a baby.

She was conceived at Daisy Cottage.

But we lost her, and then we couldn't have anymore.

Lost her in what way?

I said it's private.

It's all right, Pat.

We gave her up for adoption.

We were young, from strict Catholic backgrounds.

We'd only just met and didn't know if we'd stay together.

We've regretted it every day since.

Did you have any way of tracking the child down?

At that time, didn't want that, so we didn't give our details.

We just left a postcard.

But you've kept coming back here?

We wanted to buy the cottage, but...

the trail went cold on who owned it.

It's just too upsetting.

And we've given up hope.

Have you said your goodbyes to people?

We have.

Have you given the glamp site as the reason?

Yeah.

I mean, we won't mention the real reason, would we?

You said your husband received a call.

Do you know who from?

He just said it was a potential investor.

He's gone to meet them.

He's not meeting an investor.

He's meeting The Wolf Hunter,

and I think I know where.

I don't understand.

Nor did I at first.

I thought it was about vengeance.

But it's not.

I think it's about abandonment.

No.

This doesn't have to happen!

You said you weren't one for taking chances

on the roulette wheel of love.

But you did, didn't you? You took a chance, and you lost.

Why did you create a nest, a haven?

Because I never had one.

Do you know what that's like?

To be always on your own, huh?

Until I let Jez in and Kelly.

I get that the costume was easy

and that you took the boots from Eric Gladberry,

but a real gun?

Yeah, because the smithy in Jez wanted to create the real thing,

but we couldn't have it in the exhibition.

What about the cane?

It was the first one that he did, but it broke.

Jez was going to leave, and I couldn't have that.

I can't bear to be left.

We had a year.

I finally let someone in who I could trust.

Or so I thought.

Why The Wolf Hunter?

Because like him, I was left in the wilderness, abandoned.

Not just by Jez but by your parents.

Did you look for them?

Yes, of course I did, as soon as I was 18.

But the records didn't exist,

just some money and a postcard of this place.

So I came here, and I secretly bought the cottage.

But you know who your parents are now, don't you?

Abandoning me again.

Only this time, it's his fault that they're leaving!

Why don't you see them, speak to them, meet them?

Because I've done wrong!

I can't bear the thought of them knowing that.

Why didn't you make them stay!

No! Think, Mel.

Put the pistol down.

Why?! Why? What's the point?

It's too late! They've gone.

They gave me a book on daisies.

Oh, great! Well, that's how I knew it.

Because the postcard I had said that

Mum loves them and this place.

So all the while they were here the whole time!

They still are.

Yes, but I can't see them, can I?

Oh, I must have been so bad for them to leave me.

I must have been.

Otherwise, why would they give me up?

Because we were young!

We cared too much what other people would think.

We didn't know any better.

-We let you down. -No, no, no, no, no.

Not after what I've done, no.

-It's okay. -No, it's not okay!

All I've ever wanted was a... a family!

It's all I ever dreamed of!

Why did you leave me?!

I was a coward.

I couldn't find you!

I tried to find you!

Why does everybody leave me?

You want someone to blame, blame us.

Not Mr. Yarrow here.

He's the one that's driven you away!

He hasn't.

We're not going.

I don't care what you've done.

You're my flesh and blood.

Whatever happens after this, I will never leave you again.

Nor me.

Mel.

My little Melanie.

Thank you. Thank you.

Mum?

Oh.

It's a little gift I made.

Thank you. It's beautiful.

Are you gonna be okay?

Yeah.

Pat's decided to help out.

Mum and Dad have said they'll chip in.

Fingers crossed.

And the Everetts, are they gonna stay on?

Yeah. Yeah, in the cottage.

To be here for Mel.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming.

You're welcome!

Any ideas where John got to?

I can't wait for us to try out

some of these treatments together.

-Sit.

-No, Paddy, sit!

Stay.

Ah, since you all wanted to check out the treatments,

I thought I'd see what this was like.

But I'm fine, really don't worry about me.

Yeah, we can see that.

Well, once your muscles have relaxed,

perhaps you'd like to try the, uh, shakti mat.

The what? What's that?

It's a bed of nails, darling.

How about hirudotherapy?

Where they put bloodsucking leeches on you.

Paddy!