Original subtitles

Go away, go away!

Go, go away, go away, go away.

PERSISTENT KNOCKING AT DOOR

Go away! Go away.

I don't know you.

You leave me alone, there.

Mad, mad, madman!

Leave me alone.

I don't know you.

I don't know you, madman.

Let me in!

KNOCKING CONTINUES

Leave me alone. Go away. Go away.

Go away. I don't know you. I don't know you!

Let me in!

EXCITED BAYING

- Good morning. - Good morning.

I thought we'd go through Fern Fields and draw Blackthorne Wood.

Alright. I reckoned that will flush out Reynard.

I see Sarah's riding.

Oh, Lord...

I hope she's not going to be a drag.

DISTANT BARKING

Seven pounds and eight pence.

(MUTTERS)

You didn't bring Harry then, Kate?

No, I left him with Nanny.

Oh, that's such a shame.

I think he'd have loved it, wouldn't you, Grahame?

Well, it's Kate's decision, Mother.

Hmph! Start as you mean to go on, I say.

Well, who knows how we'd choose to go on?

We'll have him on horseback before you can say 'boo'.

Boo.

Well, I must see to my duties.

She means well, you know.

I'm sure.

(CLEARS THROAT)

We're going to draw Blackthorne.

I don't want you trying any of those walls.

I can jump a wall, James.

No, you go through the gate.

Sammy will be there to open them.

I don't want you to make a fool of yourself.

Oh, to be in England.

We are in England, Ron.

I meant the scene, Betty.

I meant you couldn't be anywhere else.

Good morning, Superintendent.

Mrs Pringle.

Morning, Mr Fitzroy. Hope you have a good day.

Thank you.

HORSE WHINNIES

(YOUTHS LAUGH)

Got to grip him with your legs.

Show who's on top.

(YOUTHS SNIGGER)

All right, all right, come on now, lads.

Let's have none of that.

- It's just a bit of fun. - Not hurting anyone.

Listen to me.

You know who I am.

You're a copper.

I'm Superintendent Pringle.

I've just moved into this village where I hope to spend a very happy retirement.

Soon I'll just be a neighbour like anybody else

and I intend to get on with everyone.

You have your work cut out to do that here.

What's your name?

Gurdie.

- What Gurdie? - Mr Gurdie.

Billy to a chosen few.

Yes, I've heard of you, Billy Gurdie.

You're known to make trouble.

Well, a word of advice.

Don't make trouble with me.

Even when I'm retired, I'll still have friends.

Git.

HOUNDS BAY

HUNTING HORN

HUNTING HORN

WHINNYING

DISTANT HUNTING HORN

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

EXCITED BAYING, HUNTING HORN

Aaaaagh!

Whoa!

Aaaaaaagh!

HUNTING HORN, EXCITED BAYING

Come on, girl.

DISTANT HUNTING HORN

Aaaaagh! Aaaaagh!

APPROACHING HOOVES

(WHISTLES)

HOUNDS BAY

CONFUSED MUTTERINGS

HUNTING HORN

WHINNYING

NIGHT BIRDS SCREECH

You see this? 'Menu gastronomique.'

'Escargots farcis, saumon fume,

coquilles Saint-Jacques a l'orientale...'

Looks very rich.

Joyce, this is France. This restaurant has a Michelin star.

Now that's a recognition of its excellence.

We should honour the chef by sampling the best he has to offer.

Barnaby!

- Chief Inspector Barnaby, eh? - Yeah, that's right.

He-heh! James Fitzroy.

We were on the committee together, for the charity night.

Oh, yeah yeah, that's right.

Just popped over for a couple of days.

Boar hunt, er, yesterday.

The village where ...

Damn good chase! And, we've got a kill.

That's why we've been putting on those bags on the day.

- Oh, this is my wife, Sarah. - Hello.

This is my wife Joyce and my daughter Cully.

Oh, Cully Barnaby.

You're going to be in "The Importance Of Being Earnest", aren't you, at the Causton Playhouse?

Yes, I have to leave tomorrow to go back and rehearse.

Sarah's on the committee there.

- Friends of the Playhouse, you know. - Oh, really?

She'll bore you to death, I'll dare say, before you get the play on.

Well, we mustn't bore you any more. On you go, Sarah.

- Bye. - Bye.

Almost forgot.

We had a murder in Upper Marshwood.

Some old tramp.

Superintendent Pringle's on the case.

Yes, he's standing in for me while I'm on holiday.

Damn fine chap. Had the bloke who did it inside within a week.

Now, that's what I call police work. Heh!

On you go, Sarah. Go on, go on, go on.

Bye.

Ron Pringle solves a murder while I'm away.

I'll never hear the last of this.

- Ron Pringle, he's an oaf! - Dad, forget about Ron Pringle.

You're on holiday.

- C'est decide, Monsieur? - Bien sur, mon ami.

Just to help me forget.

Pour moi, c'est le menu gastronomique.

(MUTTERS) Ron Pringle!

DOOR BANGS SHUT

They're menthols, Mum.

It's like smoking cough sweets.

Sorry, I...

I knew you had a green packet.

I'll get it right next time.

Next time, I want out of here before the 'next time'.

I've done nothing, Mum.

I didn't kill anyone.

Even that stinking old tramp.

I know you didn't, Billy. I know you couldn't.

You haven't been tried yet.

Nobody's saying you're guilty yet.

That fool Pringle's saying it.

He doesn't care who did it,

as long as he's got someone for it.

I'll murder that bastard if I ever get the chance.

- Tom! - Oh, hello, Ron.

- Good holiday? - Oh, yeah, yeah. It was fine.

Good.

- All set for my farewell booze-up tonight? - Ah, no. Well, yeah, yeah, I hope so.

Is there a problem?

Ya, I think I've caught some kind of French bug.

A bit gyppy.

Overindulging on le nosh and le vino?

No, no, it's a bug. I'm sure of that.

Wasn't I the lucky one, eh?

You were away on holiday and I solved a case that should have been yours.

Talk about going out on a high!

- Congratulations, Ron. - Ah, nothing to it really.

Unknown tramp whose living in the woods.

Got on the wrong side of the local poacher, chap well known to have a violent temper.

The tramp was clubbed to death.

Poacher's fingerprints from the blood-stained weapon.

Good job you were on holiday.

Wasn't worthy of your talents.

You sure you don't want er...?

Good morning, sir.

Hello, Sergeant. Good holiday?

Yes, thank you. Mountaineering in Norway.

Oh. Very nice.

You sure you don't want something cooked, sir?

No. Erm, look, will you excuse me?

There's one or two things I ought to be doing.

- See you at the party. - I hope so, yeah.

BAYING AND HOWLING

- Hullo. Good afternoon, Mrs Gurdie. - Sir.

I'll... I'll be in soon, Cath.

Right, then.

She'll be upset. She's been to see the boy.

Well, I'm sorry about that, Ben.

Terrible business.

He's not a murderer, sir.

I know he's been a bad lad sometimes and you've been very patient with him,

but he's not a murderer.

(CLEARS THROAT) Yeah.

DOOR SLAMS SHUT

- Hello, darling. - Hi.

- Been anywhere interesting? - No, just in Causton.

Looked around a few shops, saw nothing I wanted,

so I came back.

(COOLLY) Hello, Marcia. Didn't know you were here.

Mother's been playing with Harry.

You know I like to see him as often as I can.

- Don't I Harry? - Come now, come to Mummy.

- It's time for your tea! - I was just going to do that.

No, Charlotte can. It's what we pay her for.

You love Charlotte, don't you?

Charlotte! Harry wants you.

Oh, darling, I met Tilly in town.

You know I used to work with her?

She suggested a girls' night out, take in a movie. You don't mind, do you?

- When? - Tonight.

- Tonight? - I can cancel it, if you do mind.

No, of course not.

Good. You're lovely.

Come. Oh, Charlotte, let's give the boy his tea.

Come on, Cath.

We'll get him out of there,...

...somehow.

DOOR CREAKS OPEN

GUNSHOT

BIRDS CAW

WHIMPERING

- Hello, Tom. Sergeant. - Hullo, Ron.

Missed a good do last night, didn't you Troy?

Er... yeah.

Er... don't worry, we haven't touched anything.

I just thought, as I've moved into the village,

local knowledge and all that, you'd like the benefit of my advice.

Thank you very much, Ron.

- Hello there. - Ah! Cross-channel ferry didn't sink, then?

Ooh...

Poor devil.

He's called Ben Gurdie. Was employed by the local hunt.

And it was the hunt who found him?

No, no. Linda Wagstaff found him. She's a strange old biddy.

She lives in a railway carriage at the edge of the woods.

She was here when the hunt arrived.

And the hunt made such a mess, we're not going to learn much from the surrounds.

OK, your turn.

You haven't heard the most pertinent information.

Ben Gurdie was the father of Billy Gurdie, the man who murdered the tramp.

The man accused of murdering the tramp.

Apparently, Ben was very depressed about what happened.

- So he shot himself? - Seems like it.

Poor Ben.

There are no suicides in the animal kingdom.

I'm Chief Inspector Barnaby. May I ask who you are?

My name is Henry Carstairs.

Are you here for some purpose, sir?

I'm looking for dead bodies.

I'm a taxidermist. Animals, birds.

I have permission from my cousin to look for dead creatures.

Grahame Tranter. He's my cousin. This is his land.

So, you're in the woods quite often, eh?

Quite often, yes.

Were you here last night, by any chance?

Yes, I was, for a while.

Quite early. Seven, maybe eight o'clock.

- And, did you see Mr Gurdie, by any chance? - No.

Or hear a shot?

I'm afraid not.

Did you see or hear anything at all unusual?

Yes.

I saw a dead mink. That's very unusual.

Good one for mounting, especially if I bare the teeth.

Yeah, I imagine that.

But, if you wouldn't mind, sir, we got work to do.

I understand.

There's an element of Greek tragedy here.

To meet his death in front of the palace of his enemy,

the origin of his black despair.

What is he talking about?

I think he means that's where the tramp used to live,

where he used to sleep when he was in the woods.

A strange thing to do, come all the way out here to shoot himself.

Not the tramp's fault his son's in prison.

I think it might be wise to have a word with his wife.

(FLATLY) Oh thank you, Ron, that's a very good idea.

Well, I'm afraid I can't give you any more time, I have to see a man about a horse.

I've joined the local hunt, you know.

Joint Master is looking me out a mount.

Oh well, in that case mustn't keep you, thank you for your help.

- You know where I am if you want to find me. - I do, indeed. Thank you, Ron.

- Bye, Dan. - Keep taking the tablets, Ron.

Anything interesting?

Not very. Died between eight and eleven last night.

Otherwise, you just have to hang on for the autopsy.

I supposed it could be a coincidence what's happening here.

It's a pretty big one if it is.

And did he mean to shoot himself when he set out

or did something happen to make him decide.

(WOLF-WHISTLES)

You're beautiful, Linda.

Hello, Sandra.

Old Holborn, please.

Heard about Ben Gurdie, Dave?

Bang, bang, shot himself.

Do you reckon it was cos of Billy?

- Don't you know? - What?

He was caught in bed with a fox hound.

Dave, you are awful.

Got to go to Causton, load for my dad.

You were going to buy me a drink last night.

Sorry. Got tied up.

Excuse me, please.

How's Mr Gurdie, Superintendent?

I mean... You know, the Gurdie still alive.

I'm sure he's well looked after, but I've retired.

Shame it wasn't earlier.

It's like it's been dumped by Thomas.

- Thomas? - The tank engine.

Oh! I used to read that to Cully.

HENS CLUCK

Certainly got herself organised.

Rosemary, fennel...

and coriander.

Some seriously good cooking goes on in there, Troy.

- Uh, Miss Wagstaff? - Who are you?

I'm Det-... Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

- I haven't got television. - Pardon?

I haven't got one, I already told them.

What have you come back for? Go away.

Miss Wagstaff, we're not here about your television.

We want to talk to you about Ben Gurdie, the man you found dead this morning.

Elderberry cordial?

Ah no, no thanks, not for me.

Yes, please.

Get the door.

What are you looking at?

I was just admiring your home.

- Aah. - Very comfortable.

Ah ha, got everything I need.

Bed, wood stove, toilet round the back.

I recycle everything.

Well, thank you.

Miss Wagstaff, would you tell me how you came across Ben Gurdie's body, please?

- Trod on it. - That must have been a shock.

No, not really. I saw another man dead a little while ago.

- Oh, you mean the tramp? - Ugh! Nasty, filthy creature.

Did you know him?

He used to bang on me door asking to come in.

What? Think I was born yesterday?

How long did he live in the woods, then?

Oh, not long. I wouldn't speak to him.

Miss Wagstaff...

My name is Linda. I'm not an old maid.

Oh, I'm sorry. Linda.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Were you out in the woods last night?

No.

- Did you hear a shot? - I often hear shots.

When did you hear a shot last night?

When I was in bed.

- What time did you go to bed? - When I was tired, of course.

When you found Ben Gurdie's body in the morning, what time exactly was that?

When I got up.

- When you got up? - Mm-hm.

Linda, were you surprised...

that he shot himself?

Not really.

They're a funny lot.

- Who? - All of them down there.

They kill things for pleasure.

Of course, I have to be careful what I say.

I do needlework for them and I need the money.

But I don't trust them. There's hatred down there.

Why is there hatred?

Well, I just feel it, that's all.

Linda, do you feel hatred...

for the man who killed the tramp?

- Who did kill the tramp? - Billy Gurdie.

Oh, don't be daft!

Billy Gurdie's a lovely boy.

You'll have to go to London tomorrow.

For God's sake, Marcia, please, I've been up once this week.

It's the Founder's Night tomorrow.

You'll be back in plenty of time for that.

James, it has to be done.

Hello, Chief Inspector.

Mr Fitzroy, this is Detective Sergeant Troy.

- Hello there, Sergeant. Yeah. - Hello, sir.

As you've might have guess, we're here about the death of Ben Gurdie.

We're here to see Mrs Gurdie.

Well, she lives in a cottage over there. Dreadful business.

This is Marcia Tranter. She and I are joint MFH.

Masters of Foxhounds, old boy.

- How do you do? - Pleased to meet you.

Mrs Tranter, is it your husband that owns the land where the body was found?

My husband is dead, Chief Inspector.

Oh, I'm - I'm sorry.

My son Grahame owns the land.

I see. It was just that there was a man in the woods who said he had permission from a Mr Tranter

to look for dead animals there.

Oh... Handbag Henry.

Oh, sorry, it's just an affectionate nickname.

He's always carrying a bag, right?

And Ben Gurdie, he was an employee of the hunt, yes?

Yeah. A jolly good one, too.

You didn't see him last night, did you, before he went out?

See what sort of mood was he in?

No. No, I didn't see him at all.

And Mrs Tranter, you didn't see him?

I was at home in the Dower House.

On my son's estate.

- HOUNDS YELP - Oh! Oh dear, oh dear.

They're happy bunnies today.

All right. Right. Antony.

There, there.

It's so unfair on them!

They've had all that excitement of the chase

without the satisfaction of the kill.

I didn't even know he was missing.

He went out last night about nine o'clock.

Why did he do that?

Searching.

Day and night, he's been in those woods trying to find something that might help Billy.

And he knew who did it is still out there somewhere.

Did you wait up for him?

Ten o'clock or so I went to bed.

I took this pill the doctor gave me because...

...you know.

What with Billy's trouble, I couldn't sleep.

And when I woke up, he wasn't there. Well, he wouldn't have been.

It was 8 o'clock in the morning, he would have gone off to work.

Didn't anybody come looking for him when he didn't arrive for work?

A dozen different jobs up there, I suppose everybody thought he was somewhere else.

And nothing else unusual happened last night?

Nothing at all?

Well...

young Mrs Tranter from the big house,

her car went past.

I think it was hers, but...

it's not very unusual.

What time was that?

Just after Ben went out.

We'll be all right. KNOCK AT DOOR

Mrs Fitzroy's here, sir.

- Hello, Sarah. - I didn't mean to disturb you.

No, I was just seeing to Harry, Harry was having a nap.

Such a wonderful sight, I couldn't resist watching him.

I envy you.

I'm on my way to Causton, Playhouse Committee.

James told me to drop this in for you.

It's the final list of guests for Founder's Night.

Damn, he needn't have bothered to send it.

You know James, dot the i's and cross the t's.

Ah, how's Kate?

Oh, she's fine, thanks.

Yes, she's gone to Causton with an old friend she used to work with.

Ah, they're going to buy a dress or something.

Oh, she'll enjoy that.

- I like Kate. - Do you?

Oh, yes!

And I sympathise.

I mean, coming from the real world to Upper Marshwood and all of us...

It's not easy for her.

I was the same when I first married James.

I fitted in eventually.

And so will Kate.

Let's hope so.

TROY: 'Several people heard you threatening the tramp.'

I threaten lots of people. I've killed none of them.

And prints were found on the weapon.

I explained that to him!

I found the tramp dead that night, when I was out poaching.

I picked up the stick that was lying beside him.

I saw the blood and I threw it away.

Billy, you were seen in the woods that morning.

- I was having a laugh, wasn't I? - A laugh?

I was trying to get back at those stuck-up snobs.

HUNTING HORN

BARKING AND YELPING

HUNTING HORN

Did you tell Superintendent Pringle that?

Of course I did.

That just made up his mind I must have done it.

One thing worse than a murderer here is someone who makes a fool of the hunt.

I did not kill him.

I did not kill him. I did not kill him.

Quite a well-kept garden, Miss Cardew.

'So glad you like it, Miss Fairfax.'

I had no idea there were any flowers in the country.

'Oh, flowers are as common here, Miss Fairfax, as people are in London.'

Dad, it's meant to be funny.

You're reading it like you're announcing the Titanic going down.

Dinner's nearly ready.

Let's get food over with and I'll feel a little jollier.

Wanna bet?

I've learned my lesson, it's plain English food from now on.

Oh, talking of which, I got caught by that woman today after rehearsal, Sarah Fitzroy,

the one we met in France.

God, does she bore for England.

Poor old you.

I had a word with her husband today.

He said that one of his workers had just committed suicide.

Is that what's been on your mind?

Well, I'm puzzled by it.

And the son of the dead man's in prison on a murder charge.

I've got half a feeling he shouldn't be there.

Are you two coming to eat?

I'm trying out a new recipe for boeuf bourguignonne.

- Alright, very nice. - Yes.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, Barnaby.

Oh, hello, Troy.

No, no. I'll be over right away.

DOOR SLAMS, GLASS BREAKS Sorry.

What clinched it was a schoolboy howler.

The gun was in the right hand...

but Ben Gurdie's left-handed.

How do you know that?

He was a manual worker.

The left hand's got the calluses and the harder skin.

That was the hand he used most.

Well, it's easy to confirm it with his wife.

So whoever wanted to make it look like a suicide

put the gun in the wrong hand.

You're dealing with a murder.

I was pretty sure.

You never said.

Well, it didn't add up, did it, Troy?

So... two murders...

in the same wood...

...within three weeks.

By two different murderers?

Oh, I don't think so.

Well, if you're right, it means dear old Ron Pringle's boobed.

Can't crow yet though.

Also means somebody's walking about who's already killed twice.

Don't know who they are, don't know the motive.

So I don't know what might drive them to kill again.

Alright gentlemen, I'd like the whole area tooth-combed, please.

Anything, anything at all that's not naturally part of the wood

may give us a clue as to why Ben Gurdie was killed.

- Thank you, Sergeant. - Sir.

Right, Troy.

Ron Pringle.

Thank you.

Bastard.

Betty!

Here he is.

Well, what do you think?

Good Lord.

It's very... big, isn't it?

He isn't big, Betty. He's a hunter, he's the right size for a hunter.

Oh, hell, what does he want?

- Hello, Ron. - Hello Tom, you're looking for me?

Yes, I am. That's a big horse.

It's a hunter.

Used to be Lord Kitson's mount.

Oh, really?

Hello, Betty. You're settling in alright?

Think so, Tom. Hope so.

Good. Ron, could I have a word, please?

- What, now? - Please.

- I'm mounted. - Well, preferably unmounted.

What am I supposed to do with the horse?

Hitch it to the rail like they do in westerns.

Sergeant, this is a very valuable animal.

I'm not going to leave him unattended.

Sergeant Troy will attend to it.

WHINNIES

Alright, so Gurdie was probably murdered near the place where the tramp used to sleep.

But that doesn't begin to prove that Billy Gurdie didn't kill the tramp.

- I didn't say it did. - I'm relieved to hear it.

All I'm suggesting is that at the very least

it's possible that the two murders are connected,

which means I have to re-examine the death of the tramp.

Ben Gurdie must have been killed for a reason.

Or by a psychopath?

Ron, if there is a psychopath on the loose,

he may also have killed the tramp.

Billy Gurdie killed the tramp.

Excuse me. Coffee?

- No. - No, thank you, Betty.

I'm sure the sergeant would like one.

Bit chilly out there this morning.

Anyway, Ron, I don't think it could be a psychopath.

No psychopath would bother to make it look like a suicide, would he?

If someone else shot him, then Ben Gurdie must have given him his gun.

Why would he do that?

Perhaps he was threatened with another gun or

he might have known the other person well enough to have no worries about handing it over.

To go back to the tramp...

Yes?

You could find out nothing at all about him?

Nothing. We distributed his fingerprints and dental details and we had nothing back.

We know he was in the village shop just before 11 that morning.

He bought two bottles of cider and a packet of buns.

According to the doc, he died somewhere between 11 o'clock in the morning and 2 in the afternoon.

- And nobody saw him after he left the village? - Nope.

- But the hunt went past the spot where he was found? - Yes.

- About midday? - Yes.

Look, these people had nothing to do with it.

Tom, I have to live in this village.

I'd prefer you didn't go pestering them about it.

Look, I can't help that Ron, I've got two dead bodies in the morgue.

Yes. Yes, of course.

When did Linda Wagstaff say she found the body?

Don't ask me. 'In the night', she said.

Anyway, she didn't tell anyone.

'None of my business', she said.

It wasn't till the next day we knew about the killing.

Henry Carstairs reported it. The taxidermist.

It was...

7:52 a.m. when I found the tramp.

That's very precise.

I'm always precise about finding corpses.

One has to be.

One has to time the process right.

And you came across the body quite by accident?

I had no reason to be looking for it.

It was a terrible sight.

You wouldn't expect a stoat to be popular, would you?

Very big in Japan.

DOOR SHUTS

I've got to finish another fox.

Everybody wants a fox.

It's the lollipop of the taxidermy trade.

Mr Carstairs,

when I asked you if you were in the woods the night Ben Gurdie was killed...

Oh, the body was arranged to make it look like suicide,

but in fact he was murdered.

Good heavens. Why?

Well, that we have to discover.

You said you were in the area. What did you mean by that?

Well, I wasn't precisely in the woods, just...

...round about.

But you said you found a mink that night...

so surely you could be very precise?

Completely stupid of me. Yep.

Erm...

8:27, Ashley Dell.

It's about half a mile from where they discovered poor Ben.

Of course, as soon as I found this little treasure, I came straight home.

- And you stayed in all evening? - Indeed, I did.

Had the initial preparation to do,

give the skin a good cleanup, that kind of thing.

Do you live on your own?

That's why they call me Handbag Henry.

What they imply is very far from the truth.

I'm a ladies' man.

I just haven't found somebody that I fancied who would fancy me poor.

However, if I had inherited the Tranter estate...

How would you have done that?

Well, my uncle was Grahame Tranter's grandfather. He was very rich man.

He died without leaving a will.

So the inheritance should've gone to his son Simon,

but Simon disappeared 30 years ago.

Simon Tranter, that's Marcia Tranter's husband, yes?

She said he was dead.

May or may not be. He just walked out.

Week after he left, Marcia discovered she was having a child.

After the statutory seven years were up,

she had her husband declared legally dead.

So when my uncle died without leaving a will,

the inheritance went to her son. Grahame.

So how could you have inherited?

In intestacy, Sergeant.

Where there's no will, the inheritance goes to the nearest blood relative.

After Grahame, I was next in line.

And there were some who suggested that I was nearer than that.

Meantime, I must make my fortune...

the best way I can.

Oh, God.

Yes?

I done the work.

How much?

Fifty pound.

Fifty pounds?

There's policemen in the woods.

What are they doing?

Walking up and down, looking.

That's their job, isn't it.

Give the work to Mrs Fitzroy.

I hate him.

Murdered?

Mr Tranter, you hunted through the woods

on the day Gurdie's body was found, didn't you?

No, not me personally.

No, I had a bit of a headache that morning, so I didn't go out.

You didn't go to the wood the previous evening?

No, I didn't go out at all.

- But you did hunt on the day the tramp was killed? - Yes, I did.

And did either of you notice anything unusual on that day?

No. Nothing unusual at all.

Do many people use the woods?

This is private land, Chief Inspector. We don't allow trespassers.

But surely the tramp was trespassing?

Well, yes, he was.

And when I found out about it, I asked Grahame to run him off.

Well, I was intending to...

Didn't seem to be much hurry. He seemed harmless.

Harmless! Just look at all the trouble he's caused.

Now isn't Linda Wagstaff trespassing?

Well, yes, she is. But she's been there for over 30 years.

We tolerate her.

Thirty years! What's her history?

I don't know, really.

There was a man there for some time.

Husband, lover, nobody's really sure.

Well he moved on and she stayed put.

I understand Henry Carstairs was in line to inherit your grandfather's estate...

after your husband disappeared?

Well, yes, he was.

I suppose if your father suddenly turned up, it would all be his?

I mean, as the nearest blood relation to your grandfather?

My husband is officially dead and therefore would inherit nothing.

And there was no news of him at all from the day he walked out?

Well, yes.

We have a photograph of Simon sitting outside a cafe in Antwerp.

He has a girl with him.

They were registered together in the local hotel.

He moved on and hasn't been heard of since.

Darling, I was wondering...

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hello, darling.

This is Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

- And Sergeant...? - Troy.

- This is my wife, Kate. - Hello, Mrs Tranter.

- It appears that Ben Gurdie was murdered. - Murdered?

Anyway, we've no need to take up any more of your time.

Oh, there is some....

...one more question, Mrs Tranter.

The night before last, the night Ben Gurdie was killed,

do you mind telling me where you were going when you drove past the kennels about nine o'clock?

- Past the kennels? - Mrs Gurdie says she saw you.

Well, she must be mistaken.

My wife went to the cinema the night before last,

with an old girlfriend.

- What was it you saw? - Oh... Erm... That sci-fi.

- Silver Planet? - Yes.

Well, thank you.

I'm sorry to have troubled you. Thank you again.

It's our Hunt Founder's party tonight.

Our Hunt Founder has been dead for nearly 200 years.

The party is in tribute to him.

Would you walk this way as though you were looking at the garden.

I wouldn't be at all surprised if it were Kate's car.

I'm almost certain she's hiding an affair.

Going to the cinema with her girlfriend is just an excuse.

Grahame's far too besotted to notice.

He met her on holiday, about 2 years ago, just after he inherited.

She got herself pregnant on purpose, I'm sure.

By him, I presume, and he married her.

She's totally unsuitable and bored out of her mind.

You see, she's not been brought up to our way of life.

Now, if she and her lover went into the woods,

and Ben Gurdie found them in fragrante delicto,

then the lover may have wanted to silence Ben.

Did you ever play that game, sir,

you know, name the woman you wouldn't go to bed with, for a million pounds.

- There we are, sir. - Thank you.

Oh, come on Troy, it's a lovely day.

If you say so.

What was all that rubbish she was trying to sell us?

In fragrante what not?

Grahame Tranter's a rich man.

His wife's got a lot to lose.

Yea, but if we think the same person murdered both...

does that mean the tramp caught them at it as well?

It was unlikely, I agree.

But let's try and find out if this lover actually exists.

- What's that? - What's what?

- That. -

- In a sandwich?

Lovely.

"Fitzroy."

James, it's me.

Listen. They've discovered that Ben Gurdie was murdered.

Oh, God.

I heard they were back in the woods.

- James, this means they might... - Marcia, shut up.

Well, I'm sorry, but this a mobile phone.

Things are tricky enough without...

Er... Well, goodbye.

Bottle tops across the years.

Look at that, Troy.

That is an original Tizer stopper.

Bird and animal bones.

What do you reckon to that?

Fox? Dog? Perhaps its where they bury their hounds.

There was something else there.

Not quite sure.

Might be of interest.

Good God.

The headless woman.

Dirty minded schoolboys, the lot.

Speak from experience, do you, Troy?

Where did you find this?

- Nothing else here? - No, sir.

Drop that off at the lab.

Get it fingerprinted and copied.

Copied, sir?

Well done, Sergeant. I think we're on track.

DISTANT LAUGHTER

Ah... This is very nice.

Yes.

Yes, it is.

- Very good punch. - Yes.

Just the fiver.

- Excellent. - Thank you.

God. I'll have to go and have a word with them.

Go easy on the drink.

You know how silly you get.

Hello, James.

- Hi, Sarah. - Hello. Hello, Betty.

- Lovely party. - Oh, good, good.

How's the investigation going?

Oh well, not down to me, I'm afraid. I'm retired.

Damn pity, that.

That Barnaby chap...

Takes his time a bit, doesn't he?

Well, he has his methods.

James... Er...

Excuse me. Can I have a word with you about the raffle?

Yes, of course. Would you excuse us?

Business.

- You're avoiding me. - I'm not. I promise I'm not.

What happened in London?

Please, can we talk about this later?

And what's the prize, then?

- For the raffle? - Oh! Erm...

It's a famous fox.

Caught in 1932, I believe.

Oh... Very nice.

Yes...

Well, we'd best have some tickets.

Top up, please.

Lovely. Thank you.

Hello, Marcia. Been playing hooky?

Hardly Catherine. I'm the hostess.

I was opening the french windows to let the smoke out.

Great party.

Ooh, what lovely earrings. They new?

Grahame bought them for me last week. Sweet, isn't he?

- Yes. - Excuse me.

DOOR CREAKS OPEN AND SHUT

There's a queue at both the loos.

- I'll ask if there's another one. - No!

I'll find it.

FITZROY: Please, for God's sake, Marcia.

I'm doing what I can.

There's no danger. Why should there be?

He can't last much longer.

Now, now, come on, dear. We're the hosts.

Let's get back to the party.

Your mother's in heaven on mornings like this.

I don't know what she'll do if she gets up there and finds the Good Lord's anti-hunting?

Welcome to the Marshwood, Ron.

Thank you, Master. I'm really looking forward to it.

Good. Enjoy the party last night, did you?

Yes. Excellent.

Good. Good.

Walk on.

Oi, oi!

How often do that lot go hunting, sir?

Two or three times a week?

Don't they have proper jobs?

It looks like she's in.

She knows a lot more than she's told us, I'm sure of that.

♪ PUCCINI: (Aria from Madame Butterfly)

It's Puccini.

Madame Butterfly.

HUNTING HORN

Do you consider it good manners

to look through people's windows?

Damn sorry. We're policemen. We're nosy.

Couldn't help noticing the photograph.

- That is nothing to do with you. -I don't say it is...

And you're not looking in there without a warrant.

I know my rights.

Oh, I'm sure you do, Linda. I'm sure you do.

I erm...

...wanted to ask you about the time just before the death of the tramp.

Did you notice if anyone ever came to see him?

I don't know.

Or if he ever met up with anyone?

I don't know.

Or if he sometimes left the woods,

perhaps to visit somebody?

I don't know!

I don't know.

Perhaps you shouldn't have mentioned that photograph.

- It really clammed her up. - I'm aware of that.

- Think that was her lover? - Yeah, quite probably.

Amazing, isn't it, him fancying her?

Yeah, well I dare say she didn't always look like that.

People do change as they get older. Even you will.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Hohoho! Could even be her in that nude picture.

HUNTING HORN

HORSE WHINNIES

Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa! WHINNIES

WHINNIES

Ow!

WHINNYING

I'm so sorry, Betty.

I had... You know...

I had a bad feeling about this place.

But he was so full of it all.

He's not...

He wasn't really a snob.

He just liked to see himself mixing with those sort of people.

And... the hunting.

Well, he's always wanted to do that.

It was an accident, Betty.

Horse bolted. It could happen to anyone.

He did have something on his mind.

I don't know what it was...

but at the party he'd been outside to...

relieve himself.

When he got back, I could tell something was wrong.

Did he give you a clue?

He wouldn't tell me what it was.

But, I think it might have been something that suggested he'd been wrong.

Oh, Tom...

Oh, Tom...

- Poor Betty. - Yes.

She really, really loved him.

God, what a bloody awful day.

Cully still rehearsing, is she?

Oh, yes. It's the opening soon.

Must keep that first night free.

Oh, yes. Right. Right. PHONE RINGS

- I'll say you're not here. - No, no. I'll get it.

Hello. Barnaby.

Right. Well, thank you, thank you very much for calling.

That was the vet.

Ron Pringle's horse was doped.

Ron Pringle was murdered.

According to the vet, it was a tranquiliser dart.

It would have the effect of making the muscles convulse.

Causing the horse to bolt before it was tranquilised.

But why?

Something happened at the party the night before.

When he went outside or on his way back,

he must've seen or heard something he shouldn't have done.

MOTORBIKE ENGINE ROARS DAVE: Bye, sweetheart!

- Any luck? - Nobody saw a thing.

Look what I found in the summerhouse.

What is it?

- What does it look like? - Well it looks like a...

It is. It's a corner of a contraceptive packet.

It was under the chair.

So you think somebody slipped out of the party for a bit of the other?

- It's possible. - Kate Tranter and her lover?

If he exists. We found no proof.

But Ron Pringle saw them, and they saw he saw them

and the lover killed him.

Right, it could fit, but how would that tie up with the other murders?

As Marcia said, Ben Gurdie might have seen them as well.

That would make them a very unlucky couple, wouldn't it.

I mean, might as well go and do it on the village green. No, no no!

Don't think it's as straightforward as that.

I picked this up at the station, report on the photograph.

First, fairly obviously, it was taken on a badly-angled self timer.

That would explain cutting off the head.

Second, they've matched the fingerprints.

They're the tramp's.

- Did you think it would be? - Didn't you?

Yes, I always believed there's blackmail somewhere on the agenda,

which would mean what, Troy?

What?

Well, you wouldn't get very far trying to blackmail somebody with this, would you?

There must have been more pictures hidden in that tree

and this one accidentally got left behind.

The others will have heads on

and may possibly involve another person.

So either person in the photographs could be being blackmailed?

Or someone who is connected in some way with the people in the photographs.

Damn! There's something there, something in the back of my mind.

Now, what the hell is it?

Excuse me sir, there's a fax for you.

It's from Holland, sir.

Ta.

Oh, good God.

Mrs. Tranter, I've just had a communication from the Dutch police.

In January 1971, they arrested a man for dangerous driving

and he went to prison for seven days.

They took his fingerprints and they kept it on record.

Now, those prints match those of the tramp.

That man was your husband, Simon Tranter.

Would you like to sit down?

Thank you.

Could he be Simon?

Well, we believe so, and so do the Dutch police.

How tall was he?

Five feet eleven, I think.

Yes. He's five ten.

Could it be proved one way or the other?

Oh, yeah. Quite simply.

If your son would agree to a DNA test?

I never met him, of course.

He treated my mother very badly.

I'm aware of that.

He was my father.

Dear God, to end up like that.

You never met him while he was living in the woods?

No. No.

I saw him once or twice from a distance, but...

of course he looked nothing like...

The um... the last picture that I have of him...

Mother doesn't like it on show.

Anyway.

It's the photograph I told you about, the one taken by the private detective.

I did think of going after him, but my pride wouldn't let me.

No Chief Inspector, I have no objection at all to the test.

The sooner, the better.

A handbag?

Yes, Lady Bracknell. It is in a handbag.

A somewhat large, black, leather handbag with handles to it.

An ordinary handbag, in fact.

In what locality did this Mr James...

or Thomas Cardew come across... (STIFLED GIGGLING)

- Shh! ...this ordinary handbag?

Hold it. Hold it. (GIGGLES)

I must ask you to leave the theatre.

(SOBS)

I'm so sorry.

Don't be silly.

It was so kind of the director to let me watch

and then I go and repay him by behaving like that.

And then you are so kind to let me sit in here when I should've gone home.

I couldn't go home like that.

Oh, God, I'm such a boring woman!

I never used to be.

The truth is...

sometimes I never want to go home again...

to that awful man and that bloody woman

he'd much rather be with than being with me.

And I'm frightened, Cully.

There's been three murders, why not four?

Now, did she actually say she thought her husband and Marcia were tied up with the murders?

No. It's more the impression I got.

Well, what did she actually say?

She said they've been behaving very strangely recently,

that they'd been rowing a lot, which is very unusual

and that he goes to London more and more often.

- What for? - A charity committee, he says.

But she can't believe the committee meets as often as that.

He went on Thursday and is going again tomorrow.

- Another woman? - She used to think so.

But then she overheard Marcia telling him he must go to London again.

She said Marcia wouldn't tell him to go and see another woman.

Marcia wants him all to herself.

DOORBELL RINGS

Hello, late caller.

- Come for cocoa? - Oh, don't be stupid.

Let me in.

You know what I'm here for.

But do you have your share of the bargain?

Fifty thousand.

Well, that was easy, wasn't it?

Business complete.

We'd better give him plenty of space.

We don't want to be seen.

Oh, right.

But if her husband was legally dead and couldn't claim the inheritance,

why would Marcia Tranter kill him or get him killed?

- If she did. - Where's the blackmail?

And where does Fitzroy come into all this?

That's what I hope we're about to find out.

Well, well.

So what's all that about?

He must be visiting somebody.

Good guess, Troy.

Perhaps the woman in the photograph.

I'm not joking, sir. She'd be about the right age now.

Yeah, well, I suppose it's possible.

Oh, God. How stupid can I get?

What?

- Get out. - Sir?

When Fitzroy leaves, you go inside, find out what he was doing there.

I've got to see Linda Wagstaff. Go on!

How am I going to get back?

Well, hitch a lift. Go on!

Mr Fitzroy is such a considerate generous man.

Fred Rodale is an ex-employee of his

and Mr Fitzroy pays for all of his expenses and visits so him often, too.

Unfortunately, Mr Rodale is seriously fading

and wandering in his mind, poor man.

So you won't get very much out of him, I'm afraid.

Mr Rodale? You have a visitor.

Yes!

Search the woods for her. If you find her, call me at once.

I'll get out a description.

How are the hounds, sir?

Hah...

They're fine. Fine.

Never...

never, never forget that day.

I thought the hounds were going mad that day.

Mad.

Mad.

Sir...

Sir, sir...

Sir, the hounds are going berserk.

I was out exercising them...

and... and they found...

They found...

They found something.

FRANTIC YELPING

We shot the hounds...

and I never said.

You've always been

so good to me, sir.

I swear...

I swear...

I swear I never said.

Never said what, Fred?

I swear...

Who are you?

(SQUEALS WITH EXCITEMENT)

Hello, darling. Come on. Come on.

Charlotte, Mr Tranter's at a business meeting in Causton and he won't get back until late.

So I'll take Harry out for a while.

Oh, where, Mrs Tranter?

I don't know. Just out.

- Taken him where? - She didn't say so.

Didn't you ask her, for goodness sake?

She just said...

Honey, I've been worried. Don't know where you were.

You said you'd be late.

I got fed up.

Where's Harry?

Excuse me, do you know what dressing room Michael's in?

- Michael? - Michael. Darrow.

I'm afraid there is no Michael Darrow in this production.

Oh, don't be silly. I got his clothes.

MURMURING

- Evening, Mrs B. - Evening, Gavin.

Right, let's go in.

Michael!

Where the hell is it? I'm on very soon.

Is that my suit?

Yes, of course it is. What on earth are you doing?

It's, its Michael's.

So what's it all about?

Well, whatever it is, the old boy seems to have nightmares about it.

Fitzroy's scared that what with his mind wandering he might say something he shouldn't.

As he almost did to me, yeah.

There is one possible clue, though, sir.

I dropped into the station on the way here.

They've just finish the report on those things they found in the search in the woods.

There were several dog bones.

What, the hounds were shot?

Yeah. There was also something else.

Fragments of a human collarbone.

Harry's quite safe, Grahame. I'm taking him with me.

Look, please, please don't take him.

Please don't go.

I've had enough, okay.

You, this place, your mother. I've had it.

I want a new life.

With Dave Hedges?

With him?

I know about him, Kate.

You don't have to give him up.

Carry on, just as you are.

Just as long as you stay with me.

Huh! You're pathetic.

God's sake! You don't think Dave Hedges loves you, do you?

He thinks you'll get half my money.

I'll get my share of it.

If you run off with him,

I'll fight you to hell before you get one penny.

Oh, I think you'll be generous.

I've got Harry to trade.

I am always smart, am I not, Mr Worthing?

You are quite perfect, Miss Fairfax.

Oh, I hope I'm not that. It should leave no room for developments.

And I intend to develop in many directions.

Now, please, out of my way.

I'll kill you before I let you go.

Don't be stupid, Grahame.

No, I will. I'll kill you.

Charlotte!

Charlotte?

Could you take my case for me, please? I'm going away for a couple of days.

- Yes, Mrs Tranter. - Thank you.

Goodbye, Grahame.

You never told anything, but nonsense.

Nobody ever does.

(APPLAUSE)

Thank you.

- Going well, isn't it? - Hmm... very well.

Cully's very good, isn't she?

Look. There's some pictures of the last time they did it.

1970.

There's the girl that played Cully's part.

Oh, she's nowhere near as...

What's the matter?

'Michael Darrow.'

♪ PUCCINI: Aria from Madame Butterfly

Good God. That's it.

He's beautiful.

That's when he fell in love with me.

It weren't him out there. Couldn't be. He wasn't beautiful.

He was filthy, he was horrible. It wasn't him.

Wasn't who, Linda?

(It wasn't.)

You must tell me, Linda. Who wasn't who?

Yes, of course, dear. Right away.

That was Marcia. There's a problem with Grahame.

I've got to go and help her out.

James...

I want a divorce.

Don't be stupid, Sarah.

Tell me what it's about when I get back.

I won't be here when you get back.

Marcia gave her the shawl quite recently.

Marcia? You mean it's a photograph of Marcia?

The tramp wasn't Simon Tranter. It was an actor called Michael Darrow.

- Who? - He met Linda Wagstaff here.

She used to be the wardrobe mistress.

And when the company packed up,

she lived with him in the railway carriage.

And she didn't recognise him when he came back?

He told her who he was, alright, but he'd been so good looking,

and she's been so crazy about him

she wouldn't let herself believe he'd turned into, into that.

But how did he know Marcia?

He got himself a part-time job working up with the hunt.

He must have had an affair with Marcia.

- That's when he took the pictures. - So why did he leave?

In that photo, supposed to be Marcia's husband,

I'm pretty sure that that was Michael Darrow.

Pretending to be Simon Tranter?

Well, he looked enough like him to be able to used his passport.

And he's been well paid for him to do it.

But why?

Because I bet Simon Tranter is buried in the woods.

That's what your collarbone's about.

Part of what the hounds dug up.

You're better off without her, Grahame.

She's taken Harry.

But we'll get him back.

The lawyers will see to that.

We're not going to leave Harry with a slut like her!

'A slut like her.'

My God, that's good, coming from you.

What do you mean?

I've seen the pictures, Mother.

Those disgusting pictures of you with that man.

PHONE RINGS

Barnaby.

Oh, thank you. To Marshwood.

Had a call from Grahame Tranter's wife.

She's walked out on him and taken the kid.

She says he threatened to kill her.

- Well, lots of people say... - And they also have the results of the DNA tests.

Grahame Tranter is related to the tramp.

- So the actor is his father? - Certainly is.

- And then he's lost everything. - I think so. He knows it and I think he does.

He's killed three times. He could kill again.

He said I wasn't entitled to the inheritance.

I wasn't a blood relation, he said.

'He said he'd go to the trustees and tell them.'

'I know Kate married me for the money.'

'She'd only stay with me for the money.'

My life's nothing without her and Harry.

I didn't know what to do.

And then, suddenly,

I had the chance to kill him.

Aaaaagh!

I can see why he'd want to kill the tramp, but why Ben Gurdie?

Well, Gurdie probably caught him doing something, looking for something. Photographs.

He searched for it. He didn't have the photographs.

He had to have them. I knew they had to be hidden somewhere.

FOOTSTEPS

'He asked me what I was doing.'

'I said something stupid about looking for badgers.'

'It was so stupid, he couldn't possibly have believed me.'

But I was the boss.

And when I asked to see his gun...

he just handed it to me...

dutifully.

GUNSHOT

BIRDS CAW

- And Pringle? - The cinema.

My wife went to the cinema the night before last.

An old girlfriend.

- What was it you saw? - Oh... Erm... That sci-fi.

- Silver Planet? - Yes.

He was covering for her.

- But what's that got to do... - The summerhouse.

Suppose it was Kate and her lover in the summerhouse.

And Ron Pringle saw them?

Not just that.

He saw them.

He saw them!

He's so obsessed with her, he could put up with her being unfaithful to him,

but not with Pringle seeing it.

- He killed Pringle for her? - Yeah, and now she's left him.

It's all right, darling.

It's all over.

The police think that tramp was Simon.

The tests will prove that you're his son

and everything will be as it was before.

- As before? - Yes, of course, darling.

Now, forget about those silly photographs.

Henry Carstairs found them...

and I bought them from him.

Everything will be as it was before you brought that girl here.

We'll get Harry back

- and we'll bring him up together. - You don't understand, do you?

I don't care about money if I haven't got Kate.

I want her and Harry.

I don't want you!

Now, steady on, old boy.

She is your mother, you know.

What's he doing here?

I asked him to come.

What the hell for?

(Have you got the results of the tests yet?)

(Have they found out whether...

the tramp wasn't Simon?)

No, the tramp wasn't Simon.

- The tramp was my father. - Grahame!

What on earth is he talking about?

The tramp was my father...

...a man called Michael Darrow.

There's pornographic pictures of them together.

But you told me...

- You swore to me. - Oh, dear Lord.

Did she tell you you were my father?

What a disgusting lot you are!

Oh, shut up. Of course I'm your father!

Simon Tranter was sterile. He knew he was sterile.

And when your mother was pregnant...

That's why we had to...

Why you had to kill him.

Sorry, I think I'm going to be sick. Excuse me.

What did you tell him for?

Why did you lie to me?

You made me kill a man.

You made me kill him for no reason at all.

Grahame! Don't.

You ruined it for me, Mother.

I had two loves.

Because of you,

they're both gone.

She'll bring him back to you, darling.

The police aren't stupid, they'll find out who I am.

She'll bring him back to you anyway.

Not with you here, Mother.

Mr Fitzroy!

Mr Fitzroy.

I'd like to ask you some questions concerning the disappearance...

GUNSHOT

Oh... God! DOOR SLAMS, RUNNING FOOTSTEPS

Get a doctor.

She made me kill Simon. She...

She made me kill him. ENGINE STARTS UP

Get away, you!

She's coming with me.

Oh, my God.

- Don't be stupid, Mr Tranter. - (IRATE) Stupid?

If she's not staying with me, then she's not going with you.

Neither of them are.

Now get out of the way, David. I not gonna hurt you.

Who are you going to hurt, then?

Us?

It's Daddy, Harry.

- It's Daddy. - PUT HIM DOWN!

No.

All right then.

All right.

All right then.

Grahame, please!

(GROANS)

No, Grahame, please!

- Are you all right? - Yes.

DISTANT SCREAMING

You sure you're going to be alright? On your own?

I'm looking forward to it.

I'll be so on my own, they'll all talk about me.

'Who's that mysterious lady in Cabin 82?'

- Well, you take care. - Yes.

(SIGHS) You've been so kind.

What would Marcia say about something as vulgar as a cruise?

- Oh, thank you. - Take care.

- Goodbye. - Thank you so much.

I've got some spare time.

What say we take your mother out to lunch.

How about that new French place, the Gastronomique?

I'll settle for steak and chips at the Fox and Hounds.

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