All language subtitles for S05 E04 - Market for Murder.eng

(suspensive music)

- [TV Presenter] Billion pounds.

The UK company is being promised

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(upbeat suspensive music)

(match crackling)

- I'm afraid I've got to drive up to town.

- What now, Selwyn?

- There's a bit of a panic on.

The Dow Jones closed
two hundred points down.

You go to bed.

I'll be home tomorrow evening.

Honestly, this house is lit
up like a damn Christmas tree.

It all costs money, you know.

It's me.

We're on.

The usual place.

(suspensive music)

(upbeat suspensive music)

(car engine roars)

(upbeat suspensive music)

(explosion booms)

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(eerie music)

- You need a mortgage to
breathe around here, Troy.

(Troy sighs)

What is the matter Troy?

- Looking for a newsagent.

- Why?

- To get a newspaper.

- [Barnaby] Ask a stupid question.

(eerie music)

(instrumental music)

(car engine roars)

(upbeat instrumental music)

The Investment Daily, Troy?

- It was all they had left, sir.

- So, the fire started when
you turned on the ignition,

is that right?

- [Selwyn] Yes, it was simultaneous.

- Well, we'll let forensics
have a look at that.

Can you think of anyone who might

have a grudge against you, Mister Proctor?

- [Selwyn] Certainly not!

- [Troy] What kind of car is it, sir?

- It was a 1963 Alvis.

- An old car like that,
maybe it was the wiring.

- I spent a fortune restoring this car.

It was not the wiring.

Where are you off to?

- The Reading Club.

Poor James, he's going to
be very upset about his car.

- It's not his car, it's my car.

I'm very upset.

- Yes darling, of course, I'm sorry.

See you later.

- May I ask you sir, who's James?

- Lord Chetwood.

I acquired the car from him,
it was a complete wreck,

like everything else on
that Chetwood Estate.

Man's a bloody disaster.

(instrumental music)
(water drips)

- James!

I'm off to the Reading Club.

- Boom boom,

pause, boom.

- If the phone goes, do answer it.

It could be the roofing contractors.

- There it is again.

Feel.

- [Lavinia] James, did
you hear what I said?

- Yes, answer the phone, roofing chap.

I think I might see Doc Bradshaw.

(door slams)

He understands.

- Three times a day after
meals, Mrs. Hopkins.

Come back and see me if
they don't do the trick.

- Thank you, Doctor Bradshaw.

Bye, Mrs. Bradshaw.

You'll be off to Marjorie's
for the Reading Club, I expect.

- I expect I will, yes.

- Marjorie's kindly asked me to help her

with the garden party this year.

- How lovely.

- I'm in charge of salads.

Lots to think about there.

Goodbye.

- Isn't it time you lot
started another book?

You've been lugging that
tome around for ages.

- [Sandra] Rupert, have
we got an invitation

to Marjorie's garden party yet?

- Not as far as I know.

- Surely she's not left
us off the list this year.

- Pray God she has.

Warm Pimms and rubber quiche
in Marjorie's back garden

is not my idea of fun.

- It's not about fun,

it's about making a mark in village life.

You've just got no drive, Rupert,

socially or professionally.

- Sorry, dear.

- I left you several messages.

Well, where the hell were you?

I sat in the bar for two
hours twiddling my thumbs.

(knocking on door)

Hang on a second, there's
someone at the door.

- [Delivery Man] Good afternoon.

- Hi.

I warn you, I'm beginning
to feel very unappreciated.

What?

No, I'm still here.

Look, um, maybe tonight is
not such a good idea, okay.

I'll give you a ring.

(eerie music)

- About time too, everyone
else is present and correct.

Sandra.

Tamsin.

Lavinia.

Ginny.

Now then

the stock market

Ginny, where's your book?

- Sorry, um, I left it in the car.

- Do try and remember to bring it in.

You never know who's watching.

- Is all this secrecy really necessary?

I mean, all we're doing
is buying a few shares.

- We decided on discretion at the outset,

but if you want to change
that policy, lets vote on it.

- I know it sounds silly,

but I for one would far rather
we kept it to ourselves.

- As you know, Selwyn is a stockbroker,

and I don't think he'd be very happy

about me investing in the stock market.

- It's alright for you, Ginny,

you don't have an interfering
husband to worry about.

- That's agreed, then.

I myself have no strong
feelings either way, but

darling Gerald always
said, one should never let

one's money be the subject
of public discussion.

So, to business.

We're halfway through
our fourth financial year

and I'm delighted to report that

the Midsomer Market Reading
Club share portfolio

is beating the UK Index
by sixteen percent.

(ladies elate)

Which means that we
girls, who aren't supposed

to know tuppence about money matters,

are giving those overpaid
analysts and fund managers

a jolly good hiding.

However, I must sound a note of caution.

Gerald always said, spread the risk.

So, I propose we sell off some

of our biggest winners and reinvest.

Sandra?

- Ginny mentioned a
company called Treetime

at our last meeting.

- I read about it being involved

in a take-over or something.

- So, I've been looking into it.

I was a little concerned about

the interest on their borrowing

but taking the gross interest
and the pre-tax profits,

I've worked out that Treetime
are earning seven times

the interest repayments on their debt,

which is very healthy indeed.

- Isn't she marvellous with figures?

I daresay you get it from that
bookmaker father of yours.

- If we're doing so well,
couldn't we just sell some shares

and take some actual money out?

- Oh yes, can't we make hay, so to speak?

- The stock market only bears real fruit

for the long-term investor, Lavinia.

- Is that the gospel according to Gerald?

- Yes, it is, Ginny and I
happen to agree with it.

But let's put it to the vote.

All those in favour of cashing
in some of our investments?

Those in favour of re-investing?

Re-investment it is, then.

- Anything?

- No.

The first thing anyone saw or heard

last night was the fire engine.

Not a very popular bloke, Selwyn Proctor.

One woman asked if he'd been hurt,

I said no, she said 'Pity!'

- Something in your paper

about my pension plan.

- Sir, do you mind

- Joyce was saying I ought to supplement

my police pension, you know.

- Could I just--

- What are you doing?

'The Hawk'.

Well, well.

- My dad bought me the
first issue when I was six

and I just kept on buying it.

It's become a sort of habit, you know.

- And who, exactly, is the Hawk?

- Well, he's this private
detective who fights evil,

and he can turn into a hawk

at night and he's got
this amazing night vision.

- Can he fly?

- Only when he's The Hawk.

- Extraordinary.

You think you know someone.

- I never actually read it.

- No, of course not.

Now about the pensions,

you got yourself sorted
out there, have you?

- God no.

I'm too young for things like that.

- Obviously.

(car engine roars)

- Lavinia, I still don't
know whether you and James

are coming to my garden party.

- Of course we are, Marjorie.

- How about you, Tamsin?

- I hope so, I've got to
double-check with Selwyn first.

- Ginny--

- Marjorie, could I have a word?

- If you must, dear.

Ginny, I want to pick your brains

about the Gardening Club lunch.

What's The Feathers like?

- What?

- The Feathers Hotel on the London Road.

I heard the food is rather good.

I thought, Ginny's the gourmet,

she's bound to have been there.

- No Marjorie, I've never been there.

- Bye.

- Ginny, have you been invited
to Marjorie's garden party?

- Yes, and I've a good mind not to go.

None of us can stand the old boot,

but we all turn out for
her bloody garden parties.

- She's just lonely.

- She's downright rude.

She always has a go at you about
your father being a bookie,

or haven't you noticed?

- I don't mind.

- Well, I do.

One of these days I'm going to tell

that woman what I really think,

and then she won't know what's hit her.

- I want to leave the club.

I'd like to sell my share of
the investments, Marjorie.

- Well, you have to offer them
to the other members first.

Why didn't you mention it at the meeting?

- Can't I do it now?

- Oh my dear, there's a
procedure to go through.

Anyway, why the hurry?

You're married to the
richest man in the village,

for heaven's sake!

Or is there a problem?

- The Investment Daily!

What brought that on?

- There's a story in here about

the Dependable Insurance Company.

They're being investigated
for malpractice.

- But they're one of the biggest

insurance companies in the country.

- Well, you say that

but it says here they're
being investigated.

- It's probably routine.

All these companies are under scrutiny.

Quite right too.

- I can't make head or
tail of this jargon.

- Leave it to the experts, darling.

(suspensive music)

(Marjorie pants heavily)

- Oh Gerald.

People are so wicked.

You'd never credit it.

(glass breaking)

(suspensive music)

Hello?

Is there anyone there?

(suspensive music)

What's going on here?

(suspensive music)

(Marjorie screams)

(eerie music)

(knocking on door)

- Marjorie dear?

It's Vera!

(instrumental music)

(phone rings)

- Surgery, good morning.

Let me see.

Doctor Bradshaw could
see you tomorrow at four.

Oh, goodbye.

Good morning, Lord Chetwood.

- Oh, for heaven's sake,
Sandra, call me James.

- I think, for reasons of propriety,

we should stick to the
formalities in public.

- Vastly over-rated,
propriety, if you ask me.

- And how is Lady Chetwood?

- Oh same as usual, you
know, obsessed with the roof.

Spends more time up there than
she does with me actually.

Think it's grounds for divorce, do you?

Oh no, probably not, I fancy.

Um, do you think your
husband could spare me

a moment of his valuable time?

- I'm sure he could, Lord Chetwood.

Lord Chetwood is here.

You've got to see him, Rupert.

- Why can't he make an
appointment like anyone else?

- I said you'd see him right away.

- This is terribly good of you, Rupert.

- Hello, James.

What's the trouble this time?

- Oh, it's this wretched
pressure behind the eyes.

I can't sleep a wink.

- Sit down.
- Night after--

- Roll your sleeve up.

- Right.

(ambulance siren blares)

I wonder what that could be?

- Perhaps another of Selwyn Proctor's cars

has gone up in flames.

- Oh don't!

My lovely old Alvis.

Never a problem for years,

and that man destroys
it in a matter of weeks.

- That's probably what
brought this attack on, James.

Post-traumatic stress syndrome.

- Good lord, I never thought of that.

You're a genius, Rupert.

Genius.

(sombre music)

- Come in, Harry.

What is it?

- I've found another one
of these in the pool.

- It's just the kids next door, Harry.

Chuck it back.

- Are you okay?

- Yes, I'm fine.

- Are you sure?

You can trust me, I'm the poolman.

(phone rings)

- Don't go away Harry,

I want to talk to you about
the Reading Club meeting.

- Can't wait.

- Hello.

Hello.

What?

Oh my God.

Yes, yes I'll come right away.

Yes, as soon as possible.

I've got to go to Ginny's.

Something awful has
happened to Marjorie Empson.

- Multiple blows to the back of the skull,

by the look of it.

- Congealed blood and hair on the stick.

- Yes, Tom, the walking
stick would be favourite.

- Time of death?

- Sometime after ten p.m. last
night at a very rough guess.

- What about seven minutes past eleven?

(sombre music)

- Sir, there's a Mrs.
Hopkins in the kitchen.

She called the emergency services

when she saw the broken window.

When did you last see her, Mrs. Hopkins?

- Yesterday, I was here
most of the afternoon.

Marjorie had kindly asked me
to help with her garden party.

We discussed salads and
dips, and then I left,

so she could get ready
for the Reading Club.

- The Reading Club?

- Yes, Lady Chetwood and so on,

they meet here to discuss books.

Marjorie begged me to join,
but it's really not my thing.

- Mrs. Hopkins said that Mrs.
Empson's silver is missing.

- Marjorie was very proud of her silver.

It came from her father's side.

- Where did she keep
the key to the cupboard?

- In the tea caddy.

- The police will want to talk to us

about what's happened to poor Marjorie,

so obviously, we're going
to have to come clean

about what the Reading Club actually does.

- Yes, I suppose we will.

- Oh dear.

- Well, that's marvellous Lavinia.

How much are we worth?

- No it's my money, darling,
and it's for the roof.

- I thought you were up to something.

There's no way you need
four years to discuss

a book as bad as 'Tuscan Spring.'

- You mean you've
actually read it? (laughs)

- Yeah.

I thought it might give us
something to talk about.

- Are you completely mad?

Insider dealing is a criminal offence!

I could lose my job!

I could be prosecuted, for God's sake!

- I'm sorry, Selwyn.

- How can I drum it into your thick head

that money is a serious business?

- Day after day, I sit in this big house,

on my own, because you're never here.

That's serious.

- Is this about babies again?

Because I've said all I've
got to say about that subject.

- Well I suppose we kept it
secret because some of the men

in Midsomer Market are a
little behind the times.

They like to wear the trousers
where money's concerned.

I'm divorced, thank God,
so its not my problem.

- Sorry to interrupt,
you need a new filter,

so I'll pop back later
on in the week, yeah?

- Great, thanks Harry.

- [Troy] So, it was Marjorie
Empson who ran the Club?

- Marjorie is great at running things.

- And you all take a keen
interest in the stock market?

- Oh God no, no no no,
it's total gibberish to me.

Marjorie is a wiz at book-keeping

and Sandra Bradshaw, she's
the local G.P.'s wife,

has a fantastic head for figures.

So I just let them get on with it.

Anyway, one or two of our investments

are doing incredibly well, so
we discussed selling them off.

- And then?

- And then the meeting broke up.

Oh, Tamsin Proctor stayed
behind to talk to Marjorie.

- What did you do?

- I got home at ten past seven,

I had a glass of wine and some supper.

I watched the news and
went to bed with a book.

It was terribly boring. (laughs)

(upbeat instrumental music)

(bell dings)

(upbeat instrumental music)

- You're going to have to
start again from scratch, mate.

- Really?

- Yup, re-paper the whole shooting match.

God, look at the state of the place.

Don't fancy your job much.

- You're a very perceptive man.

- Anyway, I'm looking for Lady Chetwood.

- Oh, are you?

Go down the corridor,
turn left at the door

and up the stairs.

You'll find my wife at the
top, contemplating the roof.

- Cheers.

- [James] Cheers.

(instrumental music)

- Lady Chetwood?

- [Selwyn] Any news about my car?

- I'm afraid not, Mister Proctor.

- God, this country,
everything takes forever.

- A woman was brutally murdered
in the village last night.

I think that takes precedence.

- So why aren't you out looking
for the thugs who did it,

instead of harassing my wife?

- I'm not harassing your wife,

I need a statement, a brief
statement from Mrs. Proctor

about the meeting at Marjorie Empson's.

Now, if you'd excuse us please.

- Yes, that bloody meeting.

Good luck to you.

(door slams)

- My husband's a lovely man,
Sergeant, with many talents,

but hanging onto money is not one of them.

- So you joined the Reading Club.

- Yes, it was my little
secret plan, you see,

to make some money, so
that I could patch up

the roof up here and there.

- And was the club doing well?

- Incredibly well, thanks
to Marjorie and Sandra.

I was rather hoping that
we could sell some shares,

so that I could give the
roofing chaps a down payment,

but I was outvoted.

Are you alright?

- Yeah, not too good
with heights, actually.

- I stayed behind to talk
to Marjorie, Mrs. Empson,

about selling my share of the portfolio.

- How long did you talk to her?

- Only ten minutes or so

and then, I came home and
cooked dinner for my husband.

- Did it not occur to you that the club

might cause a problem for your husband?

- It had crossed my mind, yes, but

Selwyn never talks about his work to me,

so I thought it'd be alright.

- But it did cross your mind.

- Yes, that's why I
wanted to sell my shares.

I only joined the club in the first place

to try and make some
friends in the village.

- Oh, so you joined the club for social

rather than financial reasons?

- Yes.

- Despite the fact that there might be

a conflict of interest with your husband.

- Yes.

No.

You see the thing is, my husband

- Yes, your husband what?

- Nothing.

No, that's all I've got to say.

I'm sorry.

- Poor old Marjorie, just
like her to put up a fight.

She loved her silver.

- You knew about Mrs. Empson's silver?

- Oh, everyone was
shown the family silver.

Some of it was plate, I'm afraid.

Poor old Marjorie.

- She was popular in
the village, I'm told.

- Oh yes.

Marjorie could be a little blunt,

she did tend to get people's backs up,

but she was a good person at heart.

- Okay, everybody knew
about Mrs. Empson's silver.

They even knew where she
kept the key to the cupboard.

We've got to be looking for
some kind of local lowlife.

- You're assuming it was a
genuine break-in, aren't you?

- [Troy] How do you mean?

- Well, your local lowlife,
why would he ignore

a purse stuffed with
cash and credit cards,

top-of-the-range laptop computer,
and an expensive camera?

- [Troy] You think this is something to do

with that Reading Club thing?

- I'm keeping an open mind, Troy.

Oh look, look who's here.

(customers laugh)

Hello.

May we?

- Oh, yes please, be my guest.

- I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby,

this is Detective Sergeant Troy.

- Harry the poolman.

You'll have to excuse
the whiff of chlorine,

it goes with the job.

- Everywhere I go in
this village, you pop up.

- Well, there's a lot of swimming-pools

in this neck of the woods,
I'm very happy to say.

- Do you live in the village, Mister?

- Painter, just outside.

A modest dwelling, but my own.

- And where were you on Monday night?

- I love it when coppers ask that.

- Been asked it a lot,
have you, Mister Painter?

- Oh he's good, isn't he eh?

- We could continue this conversation

somewhere more appropriate, if you like.

- Chill out.

Monday, let's see, I was in here.

I'm on the quiz team, you see.

- Any strangers in here that night?

- Not that I can remember, no.

- [Barnaby] Did you know Marjorie Empson?

- Not really.

I only hang around with the
swimming-pool set, you see.

- Like the Proctors?

- Yeah, I do their pool.

Why?

- Just making inquiries.

- You follow the stock market?

- I'm checking my pension.

- [Harry] Oh yeah, who's it with then?

- Dependable.

(Harry laughs)

Bit of an expert on pensions,
are you, Mister Painter?

(dogs barking)

(upbeat instrumental music)

- [Selwyn] You might have told
me the bloody Reading Club

were investing in the stock market.

- [Ginny] Why?

- Because then I wouldn't have told you

so much about my work, that's why.

(Ginny laughs)

- Darling, that city gossip

goes in one ear and out the other.

Anyway, it's not your financial
prowess I'm interested in.

- I've got twenty three minutes.

(instrumental music)

(sombre music)

- [Barnaby] The cause of
death, was it what you thought?

- Yes, her skull was fractured

by multiple blows to the head.

- How many blows?

- Six or seven, it was a frenzied attack.

But look at these bruises
on the upper arms.

- They're identical.

- Finger marks.

See, she was held from behind,
like this, very tightly.

- And all the blows came from behind?

- So it looks like there
were two assailants.

One held her while the other beat her

to death with her own walking-stick.

Coffee?

- [Troy] I wanted to ask you
about Mrs. Empson's dodgy hip.

- She was due to have a
replacement next month.

- Hence the walking-stick.

- Yes, she couldn't get
very far without it.

- I believe you drove through
the village yesterday evening.

- I'm on the committee of the golf club.

I attended an incredibly
boring meeting there,

had some supper, drove back to
the village, and went to bed.

- After the meeting broke up,

Ginny and I were talking
about Marjorie's garden party,

and Marjorie had clearly upset
Ginny in some way or other.

- Did they argue at the meeting?

- Oh no, it was all very
good-humored as usual.

Though, I have noticed some tension

between the two in the past.

Marjorie didn't think
Ginny was really P.L.U.

- What's that, what's P.L.U.?

- People Like Us and I
think Ginny resented that.

People can be extraordinarily sensitive.

- And Mrs. Bradshaw was
home before you, was she?

- Yes, she was already
in bed when I got home.

(knocking on door)

I'm sorry James, surgery
hasn't started yet.

- It's not you I'm after, Rupert.

It's my young friend here,
the wallpaper expert.

- Can you remember what Ginny
said to you about Marjorie?

- Oh, she was going on
about how rude Marjorie was

and so on, and then she said

and I remember this because
I was quite taken aback,

she said 'One of these
days, I'm going to tell

that woman what I really think,

and then she won't know what's hit her.'

- Mrs. Bradshaw, can I ask you,

what are the investments
of the Reading Club worth?

- At yesterday's count,

about a hundred and fifty thousand pounds.

All the paperwork is at Marjorie's.

(knocking on door)

- Sorry, sir, something's come up.

- There.

One of the dogs found it.

- Mrs. Empson's silver, by the look of it.

- Who's house is this?

- Do you know, I'm not entirely sure.

- I think you'll find it's
Ginny Sharp's place, sir.

- Oh.

- Bit of a trek from Chetwood
House, isn't it, sir?

- Yes, if Doctor Bradshaw and
my dear wife had their way,

I'd never leave the house.

'You must rest,' they say.

But I need the open air.

It's good for the soul.

(machinery rumbling)

- A piece of cloth soaked in petrol

was shoved under the wheel arch,

here, by the petrol tank.

- [Barnaby] How was it lit?

- Match, cigarette, lighter.

A kid could've done it.

Just bad luck the driver got
into the car when he did.

Here.

- What's that?

- The remains of the cloth.

It was blown clear when the tank went up.

- Looks like towelling, a bit of towel.

There's some letters though.

You see what they are Troy?

- [Troy] The Feathers.

The Feathers Hotel?

(upbeat instrumental music)

- [Lavinia] James would be terribly upset

if he knew I was meeting you here.

- [Selwyn] You're not having
second thoughts, are you?

- No, of course not.

- Because when I want
something, I usually get it

and I want Chetwood House.

- Well, it's going to be
an awful wrench for James.

- Look, people like me come along,

plenty of money and lots of ideas,

and we keep the traditions alive.

Chetwood House will prosper.

There'll be trout in the lake
and pheasant in the woods,

and a roof that doesn't bloody leak

and you'll have stacks of lovely cash.

- I know.

- Don't often see you in a
skirt and make-up, Lavinia.

Not unattractive, actually.

They have excellent rooms here.

Instead of shaking hands on
the deal, we could, you know.

- Really, Selwyn!

Certainly not!

- No harm in asking, I always do.

You'd be surprised how often it works.

- [Troy] What is it?

- See that indentation?

It was made recently

and the other one.

- Made during the struggle?

- Yes, by Marjorie Empson's
walking stick, I reckon.

Which could be how the
pictures and vases got smashed.

- She must have put up a hell of a fight.

- A seventy year-old
woman with a dodgy hip

against two assailants?

We're missing something here, Troy.

How about the paperwork
that was in the safe?

- It was to do with the
Reading Club investments.

Statements and chequebooks and, you know.

- No, I don't know.

- Well, stuff to do with shares.

- 'Stuff to do with shares.'

Is that from the business
section of 'The Hawk', Troy?

- I made a list of all the
companies they had shares in.

- And where are they?

- Where are what?

- The share certificates
or whatever they're called.

- I'm not sure yet.

I'm trying to find someone at the nick

who understands all this stuff.

- 'All this stuff.'

(phone rings)

- Troy.

Yeah.

Right.

Yeah.

Okay, thanks.

Sir, door-to-door have
turned up a witness.

Someone was seen in the
village late on Monday night.

- Can they identify them?

- Don't know yet, but Harry
the poolman's alibi checks out.

He was in the pub till gone midnight.

But, there is something else.

- Yeah?

- Harry does have form for embezzlement.

He used to work in the city.

(upbeat instrumental music)

- I was expecting you.

I was a currency trader.

Big pay checks, big bonuses.

But I was stupid.

Instead of buying a Ferrari
and sipping too much champagne,

I played the stock market.

- And?

- I lost, big time.

But that wasn't the stupid bit.

The stupid bit was using
other people's money

when I ran out of my own,

but I've paid my debt to society.

No more deals for this boy.

- Oh, so what's all this about then?

- I have to follow the market,
read the business pages.

It's just a habit.

- That doesn't sound very healthy to me.

- I don't know what you
want from me, Inspector.

But I'm a white collar criminal, alright?

I don't go round bashing up
old ladies for their silver.

- What do you think of that?

- Well, it looks like
someone's share portfolio.

- It's the Reading Club's
portfolio, actually.

What do you think?

- Well, it's an interesting mix.

Lots of blue chip stuff,
very conservative,

plus a few wild cards.

- What does that mean?

- Small companies that
suddenly went through the roof.

You know, a merger here, a buy-out there.

Well it looks like the
ladies timed it beautifully.

- Perhaps they had inside information.

- In Midsomer Market?

- Like Tamsin Proctor for instance?

She's married to a stockbroker.

- Is she?

- Alright, Harry.

Can we drop the 'I'm just the poolman,

what should I know about it?' act.

If you don't want to help
me, that's your choice.

But I'll take you in for questioning

and I'll get forensics to turn this little

hideaway of yours inside
out just for the fun of it.

- Hey, don't get bent out of shape.

If Tamsin got inside
information from her husband,

and that is a big if,

I don't think she'd pass it on.

- Why not?

- Because she's not like that.

- You've got a soft spot
for Tamsin, haven't you?

- Yeah.

She's one of the good guys,
but she's got her problems.

- [Barnaby] Has she?

Like what?

- Come with me.

Here.

These started turning up in
the pool a few weeks back,

one at a time.

- Did you show them to her?

- Yeah.

She said it must be the kids next door

and that I should throw them back.

- Why didn't you?

- There aren't any kids next door.

That family moved out over a year ago.

- [Joyce] What's that?

- That is nothing.

It's a dead-end.

- Is it an anagram?

- Well I was hoping it
would be, but no luck.

- There's an E missing, obviously.

- [Troy] Why did you really
want to sell your shares?

- [Tamsin] I've told
you everything I know.

- You may have been the last person

to see Marjorie Empson alive.

Sooner or later, you're going to have

to tell someone the truth, Mrs. Proctor,

and it might as well be us.

- [Tamsin] The truth,
wouldn't that be nice?

- Who's Maureen?

- What?

- Maureen, who is she?

- It's me.

I'm Maureen.

Where I come from, if
you don't get out young,

you don't get out at all

and I almost blew it.

- How do you mean?

- I got pregnant.

They took the baby away
from me in the hospital

because I said, I said
that I didn't want it.

'Cause I thought that
it would hold me back.

- Hold you back from what?

- All this!

I was destined for better things,

and I didn't want a baby in tow.

So, Maureen became Tamsin.

I learnt how to dress, how to talk.

I learnt how to read a menu.

I worked hard, and it paid off.

I met Selwyn.

- Did you tell him about your baby?

- God no.

He'd have never married me if I had.

But

I wanted my baby back.

It was like an ache that wouldn't go away.

Then I got a letter, about a month ago.

Peter's foster parents
wanted to adopt him legally.

So suddenly, there wasn't any time.

So that's why I wanted to sell my shares.

- I don't understand.

You're married to a very rich man.

- Selwyn's a control freak,

I have to negotiate for every penny.

When Marjorie Empson
told me about the club,

I jumped at the chance because

I thought that I could make
enough money to leave Selwyn.

- Have you talked to anyone in
the village about your baby?

- No, not a soul.

- Someone knows.

- Well, it doesn't matter now,

because I'm never going
to get my baby back.

- I hear you found
Marjorie Empson's silver.

- Yeah.
- Say 'Ah.'

Outside Ginny Sharp's house.

- Yeah.
- And again.

- Ah!

- You've got to stop it, James.

Everyone in the village
knows that Ginny Sharp

likes to sunbathe in the nude,

and people are beginning to talk

about your rambles along the bridlepath.

- Yes, well she's such
a gorgeous creature.

Not the sort of woman I'd
ever stand a chance with.

- And never will.

Grow up, James.

You have Lavinia, you're lucky.

- Yeah, fat lot of good she is.

I don't know what she's playing at lately.

She was out all day yesterday.

When I asked her where
she'd been, she just mumbled

and blushed and fled my presence.

(clears throat) What about my throat?

- Perfectly alright.

- It can't be!

- Stay away from Ginny
Sharp's house, James.

You'll only get into trouble.

Next, please.

- Mister Baker.

Lord Chetwood,

is everything alright?

- No it isn't actually.

Your husband no longer takes me seriously,

and my wife seems to have deserted me.

- What do you mean, Lord Chetwood?

- Well, she is either up on the roof

or out cavorting I know not where.

Sometimes, you know, I think

I might be better off without her.

Good day Sandra.

- The witness saw someone
hurrying through here

about half past ten.

They were heading towards
the gate over there.

It's a shortcut through to Hollybank Lane.

- Can they identify who it was?

- No, it was too dark.

But there are only three
houses in Hollybank Lane.

That's empty, the kids are at school,

the parents are in Switzerland.

The elderly couple who
live there are on a cruise,

which just leaves the
Lodge down at the far end.

- [Barnaby] Where Ginny Sharp lives.

- I've already told you.

I had an early supper and went to bed.

- Someone was seen taking a shortcut

through the churchyard at ten-thirty.

- What's that got to do with me?

- We have a witness, says
it was you, Mrs. Sharp.

- All right, yes, it was me.

- Where had you been?

- Marjorie Empson's.

- Would you tell us exactly
what happened, please?

- I was about to go to
the Reading Club meeting

when a parcel was delivered to me.

It contained a bathrobe from a hotel.

I go to this hotel occasionally
to meet a friend discreetly.

- Who was the parcel from?

- It didn't say.

It was scary.

It was like someone was
trying to send me a message.

- What did you do after
you'd opened the parcel?

- I went to the Reading Club meeting,

only I didn't pay much attention

because my mind was on the bathrobe

and who might've sent it to me

and then, after the meeting,

Marjorie said something to me.

- Ginny, I want to pick your brains

about the Gardening Club lunch.

What's the Feathers like?

- What?

There was something about the way

she looked at me when she
said it and I thought,

my God, it's you, isn't it, you old cow!

- Did you say anything to her?

- No, not in front of the others.

I went home, had a glass of wine and fumed

and then, I thought, sod it,
I'm going to confront her.

So I went 'round to her house

and I got a typically warm welcome.

- [Marjorie] What on Earth do you want?

- Are you spying on me, Marjorie?

- What are you talking about?

- I'm talking about the bathrobe!

- Bathrobe?

What bathrobe?

- The bathrobe you sent me!

- Have you been drinking?

- And then she mentioned Gerald

and that was it as far as I was concerned.

- When you first moved into this village,

darling Gerald said

'That woman is going to
be nothing but trouble.'

- Well that didn't stop darling Gerald

trying to stick his hand up
my skirt every chance he got.

- How dare you!

- Gerald's reputation is notorious.

No-one was safe.

Your garden parties were the worst,

when Gerald had been at the Pimms.

'Old Wandering Hands' we used to call him.

- Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

- She went berserk and
she was trying to hit me.

And then she dropped her
stick and I grabbed her.

She pushed me away and I remember

almost ripping one of her sleeves off.

Come on, it's alright.

Marjorie, are you alright?

Marjorie?

- Get out.

Get out of my house.

- But she was alright when
I left her, I promise.

I didn't kill Marjorie, I swear.

- Withholding evidence,
that's a serious offence.

- Are you going to arrest me?

- No, but I'm going to
ask you to come down

to Causton Police station to
make a formal statement please.

- Of course, I'll do
anything I can to help.

I want to know who sent me that bathrobe.

I want to know who's been spying on me.

(water drips)

- I've brought you a mug of tea.

- I think my glands are up.

- Actually James, you're
looking rather well.

- An illusion, Lavinia, I can assure you.

- Cod liver oil.

I had an interesting conversation

with Selwyn Proctor yesterday.

- Poor you.

- Seaweed extract.

Actually, I met him for a drink.

- You did what?

- He made me rather an
interesting proposition.

- Oh really Lavinia, I don't
think I want to hear this.

- About the house.

Vitamin C.

- What house?

- This house, he wants to buy it.

Oh James, the house needs
millions spending on it.

We'll never raise the money
and Selwyn wants it badly.

You know what he's like.

He'll do it all up and
have shooting weekends

for his business chums and swan about

like the Lord of the manor.

Well frankly, he's welcome.

- What's to become of us?

- Oh, we'll pay off our
debts, and buy a cottage

with a vegetable patch and have holidays.

- Holidays?

- We'll go to Paris.

- I don't like Paris.

- And New York.

- New York!

- Oh James, please pull yourself together.

We've got the public in this weekend,

and you've got to make
one of your guided tours.

Would you like me to
make you some eggy bread?

- If you're satisfied
that this is accurate,

could you sign just there?

- That bathrobe that was sent to you,

which hotel was it from?

- The Feathers.

It's on the London Road,
the other side of Causton.

- And the 'friend' you met
there, was that Selwyn Proctor?

- Oh God.

- [Barnaby] Was it?

- (sighs) Yes.

- So it was you passing inside information

to the Reading Club, wasn't it?

(Ginny sighs)

How long has this been going on?

- Four years.

Selwyn said he'd leave Tamsin
when the time was right.

It's as old as the hills
that one, isn't it?

- Indeed it is.

We didn't ask Ginny Sharp

what Mrs. Empson was wearing, did we?

- Sir?

- We assumed she was
wearing her night clothes.

But Ginny said she'd almost torn off

one of Marjorie's sleeves

but there were no rips in the
clothes the body was found in.

Come on, Troy.

- Okay, that's what she was
wearing when Ginny came round.

I still don't see the significance.

- Bullard's theory is that
there were two assailants.

Marjorie Empson was hit
repeatedly from behind,

while someone else held her,

leaving bruises on her upper arms.

- Are you saying Bullard is wrong?

- I think he's just
wrong about the timing.

What does this blouse tell us?

Ginny Sharp came here to
confront Marjorie Empson.

They argued.

Marjorie attacked Ginny,

Ginny grabbed her by the
arms leaving the bruises.

- And ripping the blouse.

- Hmm, yup.

Ginny goes, Marjorie gets changed for bed

and then someone else turns up,

and that someone else is the killer.

- Or Ginny comes back.

- I don't think Ginny
Sharp's the murderer.

- Why not, sir?

- The timing for a start.

Then we come back to the silver.

Why would she get rid of it
over her own garden wall?

No, it could be a crude attempt

to incriminate her or something.

- By someone who knew Ginny had

had a bit of a barney with
Marjorie that evening.

- That

is very good, Troy.

- Thank you, sir.

(classical music)

(water splashing)

(classical music)

(suspensive music)

(water splashing)

(eerie music)

- Oh, what are you doing here?

(ashtray thuds)

(eerie music)

- [Radio Presenter] And
what a fabulous prize

awaits our lucky.

(knocking on door)

- All the lights are on sir
and I can hear the radio.

- Let's try round the back.

(suspensive music)

Make the phone call, Troy.

(phone rings)

- Morning Mrs Proctor.

- [Tamsin] Thanks Andy.

- [Andy] Cheers.

(upbeat suspensive music)

- [Bullard] Someone hit her over the head,

then she probably fell in the pool.

- Maybe she was already in the pool.

Most of the ashtrays
were still on the bottom.

I think she was retrieving them.

- She was only struck
once, by the look of it.

Enough to knock her out, I suppose.

- So she drowned.

- Won't know till I've
done the post-mortem.

What's this ashtray business
all about then, Tom?

- It was a message.

- Anti-smoking?

Seems a bit harsh.

- I can't believe it.

Ginny was an excellent swimmer.

- We are doing our best to
establish what happened.

- You mean it wasn't an accident?

- It's too soon to say.

- Good God.

- Doctor Bradshaw, could I have a word?

- Yes, of course.

- Troy?

- Are you alright Mrs. Bradshaw?

- Yes thanks, I'm fine.

- I'm sorry to have to ask, but

can you remember what
Marjorie Empson was wearing

at the last Reading Club meeting?

- Ginny Sharp registered
with me about four years ago,

when she moved into the village.

She'd been through a very
bad divorce, she said,

and wanted something to help her sleep.

- Thank you, Mrs. Bradshaw.

The other thing I wanted to ask you about

was the Reading Club shares.

- What about them?

- I've been looking through the paperwork

and I can't actually, you know, find them.

- I'm afraid I can't help you there.

Marjorie was in charge of the admin.

I just did the sums.

- The Feathers Hotel used to
be owned by a patient of mine

and I was there one evening,

and I saw Ginny in the
bar with Selwyn Proctor.

- Did she see you?

- Oh yes.

Anyway, she came to the
surgery a couple of days later

with some minor complaint or other,

and started talking about Selwyn.

- Can you tell me what she said?

- She said it was all a terrible mistake,

she was going to nip it
in the bud and so on.

I said yes, that's exactly
what she should do.

- But she didn't.

- Well no, of course not.

I sit here, day after day,
telling people to give things up,

but they hardly ever do.

You've no idea how discouraging it is.

- [Troy] These are new, aren't they?

- Yeah.

- What happened to the old ones?

- People kept nicking them.

- Same with bathrobes
and towels, I imagine.

Ah, the very man we wanted to see.

- What the hell do you want?

- We wondered if you could tell us

where you were last night.

- Are you trying to be funny?

- Sergeant Troy does sometimes
make a stab at humour.

This is not one of those occasions.

- Have you heard about Ginny Sharp?

- No, what about her?

- She's dead.

We found her body this morning.

- I'm very sorry to hear that.

Of course, I only met
her a couple of times.

- We know about your relationship
with her, Mister Proctor.

- So where were you last night?

- I was at a banquet in the city

with about four hundred other people.

Then I stayed at my club.

Lots of people there too.

Tamsin, my wife, is not
a sophisticated woman.

Her parents died young, she's no siblings.

In fact, I'm all she has in the world.

She'd be devastated if she
found out about me and Ginny.

- Oh hello Sandra, I
hope I'm not too late.

Any chance of seeing Rupert?

- Yes, of course.

Go straight in.

- Oh, isn't it awful about Ginny?

Does anyone know what happened yet?

- She was found in her swimming-pool.

The police have already been here.

I think they suspect foul play.

- Oh.

- Lady Chetwood's here.

- Is there any chance that you could come

and see James later?

He's in an awful state.

- What's the problem?

- Selwyn Proctor wants to buy the house.

I've been negotiating with
him, but I haven't told James

because I knew it would upset him.

- And now you have told him?

- Yes, yesterday, and it
brought everything on,

the palpitations, the dizzy spells

and then when we heard the
news about Ginny this morning,

he sort of passed out for a minute or two.

- Lavinia, please believe me,

there is absolutely
nothing wrong with James.

It's all in his head.

- Yes but that doesn't make it
any easier for him, does it?

- You're a saint, Lavinia, you really are.

- Oh please say you'll come
and see him this afternoon.

Tell him the move will do him good.

I've got to get him out
of the house, Rupert,

for both our sakes.

- Of course I'll come.

- The roofing people are
coming at three o'clock

this afternoon to finish their
report for Selwyn Proctor,

so come about four.

- I'll be there.

- It's the damp I can't stand.

James doesn't seem to notice.

- Five hundred years of breeding, Lavinia.

He's damp-proof.

- This is Alfred, my
great-great grandfather.

Alfred died when he was ninety-four,

though he spent most of his life in bed.

He had terrible health problems you see.

Funnily enough I have a similar kind

(eerie music)

- I've found another spot
where the beams are exposed.

Oh, it's you.

I thought you were the roofing people.

- My heart will beat quite normally

for five minutes or so, then suddenly--

(debris clattering)

(Lavinia screams)

(suspensive music)

- [Barnaby] This is where she went over?

- Yeah, and Lord Chetwood
was right underneath

with a group of tourists.

They certainly got their money's worth.

- If someone came up here and pushed

Lady Chetwood off the roof,

they could've got back down those stairs,

got out the back of the house
without anyone seeing them.

- Pushed her?

Surely she just fell.

I mean, look at it sir,
it's incredibly dangerous.

I mean, the whole lot looks as if it could

just come down at any minute.

- Are you alright?

- I told her, the roof's been
up there hundreds of years.

But she would go up there
again and again fussing about.

- Do you know what Lady Chetwood

was doing up on the roof, sir?

- Oh, waiting for the
roofing people I expect.

I blame that man Proctor, it's his fault.

He's got men up there poking
and prodding the roof!

That man will destroy me.

First my car, then the house, now my wife.

I can't find my zinc tablets.

Oh Lavinia'd know.

Oh Lavinia.

What am I going to do?

What will become of me?

- Can I get you a doctor, sir?

- No, no, the doctor's on
his way, Doctor Bradshaw.

He'll know what to do.

The Doc understands.

- Find out why the roofing
contractor didn't turn up, Troy.

- [Troy] Sir.

- What's happened?

- Lady Chetwood was up on the roof

and as far as we know,
she slipped and fell.

- God.

She was a saint, that woman.

In fact, that's the last
thing I said to her.

- When was that, sir?

- This morning, she came to the surgery

and told me that James
was in a bit of a state.

She asked me to come and see him

after the roofing contractor had gone.

Complete waste of time, of course.

- Why was that?

- Because there's nothing wrong with him.

The man's as fit as a fiddle,
but his medical records

take up a whole shelf in the surgery.

Now, I'll have to add
another chapter, I suppose.

- Medical records, Troy.

- What about them, sir?

- Full of secrets.

I wonder if Tamsin Proctor was ever

a patient of Doctor Bradshaw's.

- Sir, the roofing
contractor had a message

cancelling the meeting with Lady Chetwood.

- Was that a man or woman?

- Doesn't know, he didn't take the call.

- So, who knew about the appointment?

- Apart from Lord Chetwood himself,

only Doctor Bradshaw as
far as I can make out.

- Doctor Bradshaw, if
anyone knows what's going on

around here, it'll be
Doctor Bradshaw won't it?

He may know about Tamsin's love child

but he does knows about
Selwyn's love affair

with Ginny Sharp.

- We'd better talk to him again, sir.

- Yes, so we should

and we must track down
those Reading Club shares,

something which the finest minds

at Causton Nick have so far failed to do.

(knocking on door)

- Is that where they found her?

- Yes.

- Is that blood?

- Concentrate on the paperwork, Harry.

- Well, you know this is all
pretty bog standard stuff.

Transaction records, statements,
dividends, tax credits.

- What about the shares?

- Well there won't be
any share certificates,

if that's what you're looking for.

No, they've been dealing online,

so all the shares will
be in a nominee account.

- What's a nominee account?

- Well, it's like a bank account,

only it's got shares in it, and not money.

- Could you look that up on the computer?

- Yeah, we've got the account
number but the chances are,

there's going to be some sort of password.

- There you are.

Try.

- Okay here we are.

'Enter password.'

Just as I thought, sorry folks, game over.

- Try 'Gerald.'

- 'Gerald?'

- 'Gerald.'

- Okay, 'Gerald' it is.

Hey, hole in one.

You should be a detective.

According to this, the account's closed.

- What do you mean?

- It's been sold up.

The entire Reading Club portfolio

has been converted to cash.

- Well, that's it!

Marjorie Empson stole the money,

somebody found out
about it and killed her.

- No, it can't have been her.

This account was closed yesterday.

(suspensive music)

(door slams)

- Someone sent me this.

I thought it must be a mistake.

So I phoned the hotel.

Apparently, I called them and asked them

to send me a bathrobe.

They were only too happy to
oblige such a valued customer.

Oh, and they said they were looking

forward to seeing us tomorrow.

We can have our usual room.

Isn't that nice?

- That particular situation is over.

- Cheer up, Selwyn, there'll
be another and another.

Only I won't be around
to see it, thank God.

- What do you mean?

- You can give that to
the other Mrs. Proctor.

I'm leaving you.

- You're my wife, Tamsin.

For better or worse, remember?

- Get out of my way Selwyn.

- No, I have invested heavily in you,

and I don't allow my
investments to walk away.

- Let her go.

- Get out of my house.

- Look, I'm younger than you
and I'm stronger than you.

So just let her go, okay?

- Thank you, Harry.

- It's a pleasure, Mrs. Proctor.

- You're fired.

- Too late, 'cause I already resigned.

- Don't expect to be
paid this month's bill.

- That's alright.

In fact, do you know, I owe you.

- What do you mean?

- This is by way of
thanks, your commission.

Thank you for Apex Pharmaceuticals,

thank you for Treetime Communications,

and thank you for China Seas Bank.

Cheers, Selwyn, you've been a pal.

- With you in a minute, sir.

(knocking on door)

- [Doctor Bradshaw] Come in.

- [Barnaby] Can I have a word, please?

- [Doctor Bradshaw] Yes.

- [Barnaby] Where's Mrs. Bradshaw?

- Gone up to Chetwood House to
cook lunch for his lordship.

Amazing how men like that

always find someone to mother them.

- [Barnaby] I'd like to
ask you Doctor Bradshaw,

was Tamsin Proctor a patient of yours?

- [Doctor Bradshaw] Well, yes.

- [Barnaby] Yes, did you
know her by her other name,

Maureen Carter.

- Yes, I did.

It was a typical bureaucratic cock-up.

Tamsin Proctor had two
sets of medical records

under different names, so
yes, I knew about her child,

but I didn't tell anyone.

(upbeat instrumental music)

Frankly, I'd prefer not to hear

most of what gets said in this room.

Take that idiot James
Chetwood, for example.

- [Barnaby] What about him?

(Doctor Bradshaw sighs)

- He confessed to me ages ago

that he had a crush on Ginny Sharp.

Then I hear gossip in the village

that he's been spying on her.

I mean, what am I
supposed to do about that?

I'm a doctor, not a social worker.

- Is that switched off, Doctor Bradshaw?

- Yes.

- The switch has been
by-passed, it's permanently on.

You can hear everything through there.

- Sorry, I don't understand.

- James?

James, where are you?

- [James] In here.

(upbeat instrumental music)

- Doctor Bradshaw,

on the night Marjorie Empson was murdered,

you told us your wife was
already in bed when you got home.

Did you actually see her in bed?

- Doctor Bradshaw?

- No, I didn't.

I assumed she was in bed.

I saw a light under her door.

Ever since we moved here
ten years ago, my wife has

insisted we sleep in separate rooms.

I find it very shaming.

I prefer people not to know about it.

- Troy?

- Sir?

- Good work.

- Thank you, sir.

- Hello James.

- Sandra, I didn't recognise you.

What have you got there, lunch?

- Just a few things.

I've moved out.

- Ah, moved out of what?

- And I've brought money.

Look.

There's lots.

- I'm sorry, I don't understand.

- At long last, we can
put our plan into action.

- Plan, what plan?

- You made your feelings clear to me

ten years ago, when we first met.

- My feelings?

- I know you care for me, James.

- My dear good woman,

you are labouring under
a massive delusion.

- Together we'll restore Chetwood House

to its former glory

and I can nurse you back to health, James.

Let's face it, dear Lavinia wasn't up

to much in the nursing stakes.

- Lavinia?

- Something had to be done about her,

and I was happy to do it.

- Do what?

What do you mean?

- She was driving you out of your home.

You said to me yourself, you'd
be better off without her.

- Do, do you mean that

- We'll move into the east wing, I think.

- Oh my God.

- It'll be easier to
keep warm in the winter.

- Poor Lavinia.

(instrumental music)

(upbeat suspensive music)

(dogs squealing)

(upbeat suspensive music)

- I've been waiting ten
years for this, James.

I'm not going to give up now.

(upbeat suspensive music)

- Get away from me!

- It's alright, James.

I'm going to take you in hand.

- [Barnaby] Mrs. Bradshaw?

- Oh, thank God.

- Sandra

you can come with me now.

- Is Lord Chetwood expecting you?

(sombre music)

- [Barnaby] Can we start
with the car, Mrs. Bradshaw.

- [Sandra] The car?

- [Barnaby] Selwyn Proctor's car.

- You mean James' car.

Selwyn Proctor cheated him out of it.

Someone had to stand up for James,

and I was only too happy to do it.

- By setting fire to the car?

- I was merely making a point.

(upbeat suspensive music)

(explosion booms)

- [Barnaby] Tell us what happened

at the meeting of the Reading Club.

- There's nothing to tell.

It was the same as usual.

- Except you went back
to Marjorie Empson's

later that night, didn't you?

- Why did you go back, Sandra?

To make a point?

- Yes!

I did all the Reading Club donkey work

and Marjorie Empson took the credit

and I had to endure
Marjorie's endless jokes

about my father being a bookmaker.

Still, you have to rub along with people,

that's what village life is all about.

But that Reading Club
meeting was the last straw.

- Why, what happened?

- I discovered that I was the only one

who hadn't been invited to
Marjorie's garden party.

I was left out for the
first time in ten years!

After all the work I've
done for the village!

- Did you say anything?

- Certainly not.

I went home and thought about it.

I thought, alright, if I'm
not wanted, I'll resign.

So I went to inform
Marjorie of my decision.

I heard raised voices
from inside the cottage.

It was Marjorie, arguing with Ginny Sharp.

I saw Marjorie try to
hit Ginny with her stick.

- [Marjorie] Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

- I waited until Ginny had gone.

Marjorie went upstairs,

so I went round to the back of the house.

I let myself in through
the French windows.

- What's going on here?

Sandra, how did you get in here?

- I'm resigning from the
Reading Club, Marjorie.

- You've come round here,

in the middle of the
night, to tell me that?

- And when I move into Chetwood House,

you will not be welcome there.

- When you what?

- You heard.

(Marjorie laughs)

- My God.

You're serious.

(Marjorie screams)

- So, Mrs. Empson was
lying there, at your feet.

- It wasn't my fault she
fell down the stairs.

- You picked up her
stick, didn't you, Sandra?

- She should never have said it.

- What was it she said?

- Bookie's daughter!

(suspensive music)

- 'Bookie's daughter.'

She gave me no choice.

- And Ginny Sharp, did
she give you a choice?

- She was flaunting herself
in front of my poor James.

Ginny Sharp was a wicked woman.

I had to warn her off, for James's sake.

She came out while I was there.

So I thought I might as
well speak to her directly.

(sombre music)

- What are you doing here?

- I want to talk to you.

- What about?

- Lord Chetwood.

I'm warning you, Ginny, stop pursuing him.

- Me?

Pursuing James?

(Ginny laughs)

That's the best laugh I've had in weeks!

You are brilliant, darling!

Can you give me a hand.

(Ginny laughs)

That's fantastic.

(suspensive music)

- Tell us about Lady
Chetwood, Mrs. Bradshaw.

- Poor James, no wonder
his health was failing.

Lavinia was a dear friend,

but she didn't have the first
idea about looking after him.

She came to the surgery and told Rupert

that Selwyn Proctor had made
an offer for Chetwood House,

behind James' back!

- [Lavinia] Selwyn Proctor
wants to buy Chetwood House.

I've been negotiating with him

but I hadn't told James because
I knew it would upset him.

- [Doctor Bradshaw] And
now, you have told him.

- [Lavinia] Yes, yesterday
and it brought everything,

the palpitations, the dizzy spells.

Please come and see him this afternoon,

tell him the move will do him good.

The roofing people are coming at three

to finish their reports,
so come after four.

- She mentioned the appointment
with the roofing contractor,

so I cancelled it.

I drove up to Chetwood House.

James was showing some tourists around.

I found Lavinia on the roof.

I want a word with you, Lavinia.

- Well, fire away.

Is it about the Reading Club?

- No, it's about James.

- James?

My James?

- Yes.

We've had plans to be together
for some time, you see,

and we thought it only fair to tell you.

- Plans?

- Yes.

- Oh, Sandra dear,

are you feeling alright?

- Perfectly alright, thanks.

(Lavinia screams)

And as for Tamsin Proctor.

That frightful husband of hers

was going to instal her at Chetwood House.

With her background, can you imagine?

But I think you'll find
I've put a stop to that too.

- Interview terminated
at sixteen fifty-two.

- James will come round to my
way of thinking in the end.

I know he will.

I don't mind waiting.

- Moving on, are we Harry?

- Yes, I've had it with swimming-pools.

It's been a learning curve
though, I'll say that.

- Oh yeah, and what have you learnt?

- The bigger your swimming-pool,

the less time you have to use it.

- That's deep.

- He's good, isn't he eh?

- Yes he is, yes he is.

So what's next, Harry?

- Well, I haven't been entirely
honest with you, Inspector.

- [Barnaby] Oh really?

- And I feel bad about it.

You see, when I said that I'd
given up the stock market,

well, I hadn't.

Couple of years ago, I
got chatting to Tamsin

and I told her what I used to do.

She told me about the Reading
Club and asked my advice.

I just couldn't resist, could I?

- Inside information that.

- Hey, she didn't know I was
using it, she's straight.

So, you know, I've made a bit of money.

- Everything's packed away in here.

- We're going to go and see
if we can get her boy back,

just for starters.

- It's going to be a bit of a change

of lifestyle for you isn't it?

- Downsizing, they call
it, don't they, Harry?

Anyway, I've had enough of big houses.

- Well, for the time being.

- I hope it works out for you.

- Thank you.

Oh, sorry to hear about
your pension, by the way.

- What do you mean?

They've been cleared of
malpractice, haven't they?

- 'Floods hit Central Asia'

- Yeah, what's that got
to do with my pension?

- Well, they've had to close
the microchip factories down.

That's where the spotty
youths who run your pension

have been sending your hard earned cash.

Still, try not to worry too much.

You know, what goes
down sometimes comes up.

- Funny thing happened the other day, sir.

- Go on Troy, cheer me up.

- Lord Chetwood put me onto this chap.

He's a collector, he collects comics.

- Really.

- Anyway, he phoned up and
asked me about 'The Hawk.'

I've got them all, you
see, from the first issue

and they're in really good condition.

Anyway, this collector wants to buy them

and you'll never guess
how much he's offered.

It's amazing.

Go on, sir, have a guess.

(instrumental music)