Original subtitles

(dramatic orchestral music)

(bird screeching)

- [Woman] There was once a land far, far away

that was ruled over by an evil king.

All the people were slaves and nobody was

ever allowed to have any fun.

But in this country, there lived a knight.

- Matthew, sharpen it up, will you?

- [Woman] He was brave and handsome.

And his name was Sir Percival Prancelot.

- Sir Percival Prancelot?

(giggling)

- [Woman] That's right.

He was the kindest, most handsome man

in the whole kingdom, and whenever there was a dragon

to kill, the king sent him.

So while the king sat in his castle, counting his money--

(switch clicking)

- Oh, for God's sake.

Just get on with it, Frasier.

- [Woman] Sir Percival put on his sword and his armour

and set off on his quest.

(horse neighs)

He had to go on his own because all the other knights

were too scared to go with him.

They all hated dragons more than they hated the king.

(coughing)

Here, take a sip.

Not too much.

Do you want me to go on?

They all hated dragons even more than they hated the king.

- You read that.

- [Woman] Right.

Anyway, the next day, Sir Percival got up early

and set off.

The dragon that the King had chosen lived in a dark cave

on the other side of the Crimson Forest.

Not one person who had approached it

had ever been seen again.

(horse nickering)

The dragon would swallow them whole with a great fiery gulp.

(dragon growling)

But Sir Percival wasn't afraid.

He rode to the cave and when he got there--

(explosion booming)

(coughing)

(dragon growling)

(light orchestral music)

- [Man] This way.

- [Woman] Just along here.

It should be coming up on the right.

Here.

It's beautiful.

What do you think, Tom?

- You wants to know what I think?

- No.

No, don't say anything.

- Could just see you hear, Dad.

Join the local cricket team.

Go out and bat for Fletcher's Cross every Saturday.

- Careful what you say, young lady.

This is all your fault.

(bell ringing)

- Mr. And Mrs. Barnaby?

- That's us.

- Oh, do come in.

(bat thudding)

Oh, that's a lovely sound, isn't it?

The bat against the ball.

- It's very English.

- Oh, yes.

Long summer afternoon spent in peace and harmony.

I always say that if Jesus had played a sport,

I'm sure it would have been cricket.

Come in.

- Yes!

- No!

- Run, man, run!

- No, wait.

Andy!

(all cheering)

Sorry.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- That was rotten luck, Robbie.

- Oh, shut up.

- And here we are, back again in the living room.

There's not a lot to see, I'm afraid.

- It's lovely.

- Oh well, thank you.

You're very kind.

Oh, here's Colin, my husband.

This is Mr. and Mrs. Barnaby and--

- Kelly.

- I'm sorry I couldn't be here.

I've been up at the church.

It's Whit Sunday tomorrow, of course.

Colin does the altar arrangements.

- So, how do you like the house?

- Oh, it's very nice.

- We've been very happy here.

- Oh, yes, we've been blessed.

- But, it's time to move on.

- What is your line of work, Mr. Cooper,

if you don't mind me asking?

- Colin is in security at the Causton Museum.

But, putting that all behind us.

- We're hoping to travel in Africa.

- Missionary work.

- How about you, Mr. Barnaby?

- I'd say you were a businessman or perhaps

some sort of civil servant?

- You're close, actually.

I'm a police officer with Causton CID.

- Oh.

Really?

- Thank you.

You see?

That's exactly what I mean.

First house we see, the owners are barking mad.

- It's not fair.

They're just very religious.

- I'm not talking about that.

Did you see the look on their faces

when I told them what I did?

- Oh, Tom.

- They were nervous.

And I think about it,

how can a security men in a local museum

afford a place like this?

- Maybe he inherited it.

- Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much.

- Thank you.

- Enjoy it.

- I don't see why we can't just stay in Causton.

- Because with Cully gone--

- You don't really want to move in with Meecham.

- We've been together for two years, Dad.

- You don't like London.

- I love it.

- We are moving.

We all agreed.

I thought Portland Place was charming.

- It's not just the house.

- [Joyce] Well, what is it then?

- It's just that I like living in Causton.

- A townie.

- Yes.

I mean think about it, Joyce.

Every time I go into any Midsomer village,

it's always the same thing, blackmail, sexual deviancy,

suicide, and murder.

How could you possibly expect me to go and live in one them?

(bat cracking)

(all applauding)

(glass breaking)

- Tara!

- Yes, Robbie?

- It's that bloody woman again, Beamish, Beavis, whatever.

Take care of her, will you?

- Yes, dear.

- [Stephen] Dad.

- [Robbie] What do you want?

- I was just wondering if you'd had

time to consider what we talked about, you know, the loan.

- Not now, Stephen.

- Well, it's just that it's been a week now

and I'm getting a lot of pressure from the bank.

- This is neither the time nor the place, damn you.

I'm watching the game.

- [Stephen] Right.

- Shouldn't you padded up?

- Don't worry.

I won't miss my innings.

- Is this what you're looking for?

I'm sorry it took so long to find.

- No, I'm so sorry.

We broke your window again.

- I should be getting used to it.

Silly of me, really.

I always mean to open the windows

when there's a cricket match.

But I've a had like a sieve.

- [Tara] This is for you.

- 20 pounds.

That's very kind of you.

Thank you.

- It's to mend the window.

- And the vase?

- Sorry.

- There was a vase on the windowsill

and that's going too.

But don't worry about it.

I'm sure I can stick it together again.

- Nope, nope.

We'll pay for a new one.

- Oh, thank you, Mrs. Cavendish.

Shall we say 45?

(light orchestral music)

- Trish?

- What are you doing here?

I thought you were meant to be playing cricket.

- I am but I had to see you.

Can we talk?

You were going to call me last night.

- I couldn't.

- Who were you with?

- Leave off, Stephen.

I fell asleep.

I was worn out.

It was a Friday night.

You know what it's like here.

- I missed you.

- Yeah.

- Tomorrow morning, I could come first thing.

- Not working tonight.

- Tonight.

I've got dinner at the Hall.

It's my dad's birthday.

I have to be there.

- Oh, I see.

It's okay if you stand me up.

- It's not like that and you know it.

I need you.

- Oh, Stephen.

- Excuse me.

(light orchestral music)

- [Jane] Who's winning?

- We're 75, three.

- Oh.

Have you tried some of the strawberry cheesecake?

- Nope.

I don't eat puddings.

- Oh no.

Silly me.

You do have such a wonderful shape.

I wasn't going to have any, but Mrs. Wilson insisted.

Anyway, I didn't have any breakfast.

I'm starving.

Where's Stephen?

- I don't know.

Robbie, have you seen him?

- He's gone.

- Gone?

Where?

- I don't know.

He slipped away while you were inside.

Now do you mind?

Jane, I'm watching the cricket.

- Would you care to sign a petition?

- I'm sorry.

- Fletcher's Cross Ramblers Association.

We are fighting to reopen the footpath

across Cavendish Estate.

- Well actually I'm not from here so--

- It doesn't matter.

That's just the point.

This footpath has been marked since the 16th century.

It cuts right through the mere.

You can see it clearly.

Robert Cavendish, who owns the hall, he's fenced it off.

We want right of access.

And so far we have 107 signatures on our side.

- Yeah well, I'm sorry but--

- I'll sign it.

- Thank you, dear.

We'll walk where we want to walk.

We'll walk where our ancestors walked, you'll see.

(light orchestral music)

- Right to roam, Dad.

She has got a point.

- But it's a mere.

Who'd want to walk across a mere?

(all applauding)

- [Man] Well done everybody.

- Right.

Well, we've eliminated the Badgers Drift 11,

pretty much according to plan.

But Thursday, next Thursday, we have Midsomer Worthy.

They came second in the league last year.

So we're going to need iron determination if we're

going to eliminate them.

So I want total mobilisation.

In the next Wednesday six o'clock.

Right?

(all chattering)

Thank you.

Charles, a word if you please.

You're out of the team.

- What?

- You heard.

I don't want you in the team next Thursday.

- You're just pissed off because you were run out.

That was your fault.

- Don't you dare answer me back, you little guttersnipe

or you'll be out of a job too.

You can do the scoring on Thursday

and be grateful for it.

Do you hear me?

- Yes, Mr. Cavendish.

- Right.

(light orchestral music)

- That's good, very good.

- Haven't played since school.

- Yes?

Well, you're just what we want.

- Oh?

- Next Thursday, we're up against Fletcher's Cross.

I want to put you in number one.

- Ah, right.

- I am glad to meet you, Gavin.

I'm very glad you answered the ad.

- Just so long as you are sure I'm

not breaking any rules then.

I mean it's not as if I live in Midsomer Worthy.

- Who says you have to?

And anyway, who's going to ask?

The important thing is, we take them on and beat them.

That'll take the smile off his face.

- Who?

- Their Captain is a swine, an evil bastard,

name of Cavendish, Robert Cavendish.

- You make it sound personal.

- You could say that.

It is.

I'm glad to have you on the team, Gavin.

We're going to kill him.

(light orchestral music)

- [Tara] Happy birthday, Robbie.

- Ah!

- [Tara] I hope you like it.

- It's superb.

- It's an RLB dagger.

- Yes.

- The man said it was used at El Alamein.

- Great days.

I haven't got one of these.

It's wonderful.

- Still got the leather frog.

- Yeah.

Oh, it's perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

Like you.

God, I was lucky to meet you, Tara.

- I was the lucky one.

- No, no.

If ever I thought you'd leave me, Tara.

- Why do you say that?

We ought to go down.

They'll be waiting for us.

- Right.

- [Tara] Are you going to tell them?

- If you want me to.

- You've got to tell them sometime.

- Happy birthday, sir.

- Happy birthday, Dad.

- Happy birthday.

I hope you'll be very happy, sir.

- You're all making a lot of fuss about nothing.

- Robbie.

Thank you, Mrs. Wilson.

It's a lovely cake.

- [Mrs. Wilson] It's my pleasure, ma'am.

- I'll cut it.

- There you go.

- I'll go and get the coffee, ma'am.

- Ooh, lovely.

Chocolate.

My absolute favourite.

- I thought you preferred strawberry cheesecake, Jane.

- Well, I like them about really.

I like them all.

- God.

- What's up with you?

- Nothing.

Well, I mean, look at us.

It's grotesque.

The four of us in this bloody mausoleum.

We're like something out of Edgar Allan Poe.

- Well, you don't have to put up with it much longer.

- What do you mean?

- I've decided to sell.

- What?

The Hall?

- [Robbie] The whole estate.

- But what about our cottage?

- It's already decided, Jane.

Tara's bored with it and so am I.

- Where are you going?

- I want to live in Orlando.

- Orlando?

- Florida.

- I'm retiring and packing up.

You're right.

This place is a mausoleum.

Tara has persuaded me.

I've had enough.

- Just like that?

Why didn't you talk to me about it?

Where am I supposed to go?

- Stephen.

- Oh, to hell with you, Tara.

Is this what happens when you marry a woman half your age?

You end up in bloody Disneyland.

(dramatic orchestral music)

What about my business?

You said you were going to extend the loan.

- Well, I've changed my mind, Stephen.

I'm fed up bailing you out.

It's high time you learned to stand up on your own two feet.

- This is all you're doing, isn't it?

Ever since you married him you've

been turning him against me.

- I didn't need much turning.

- I only want what's best for Robbie.

You'll be all right, Jane.

Have another piece of cake.

(dog barking)

- Kaiser, what's up with you?

(dog barking)

- [Tara] Kaiser, come on, boy.

- You off then, Mrs. Cavendish?

- Yep.

I'll be back at around 10.

- Well, it's a beautiful day.

You enjoy yourself.

- [Tara] Come on, Kaiser.

(Tara whistles)

- Where are you going?

- I didn't want to wake you.

I'm just going to nip into the office.

- [Jane] It's Sunday.

- You may not be aware of it, Jane,

but I'm having to work a seven day week just to keep

the whole bloody thing afloat.

- Well, you weren't working yesterday.

Or did you pop into the office during the cricket match?

- What?

- Robert said he saw you slipping away.

So where did you go?

- For Gods sake, I went for a drink.

Now go back to sleep.

(dog barking)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Kaiser, here boy, here boy.

Heel.

Here.

Kaiser, here boy.

(dog barking)

(whistling)

Kaiser.

Heel.

Here, boy.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Kaiser!

Kaiser!

Come on, boy.

(dog barking)

Kaiser!

Kaiser!

Where are you?

Kaiser?

What are you doing here?

(bat cracking) (gasping)

(ominous orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Morning, Troy.

Good weekend?

- Yes, sir, very active.

- [Tom] This is quite a place, isn't it?

- Owned by a Robert Cavendish, a local landowner,

several businesses.

His wife, Tara Cavendish, went missing yesterday morning.

- What, 24 hours ago?

- Uniform were round here yesterday,

but when she still hadn't shown up this morning,

they passed it on to us.

- Have you organised a search?

- Yeah, the woods, the countryside.

They're out there now.

- Well, I suppose I better have a word with Mr. Cavendish.

- I should warn you, sir.

He's not what you'd call an easy man.

- It's about time you people took this seriously.

What rank did you say you were?

- Detective Chief Inspector, sir.

- Well you could have turned up yesterday.

But then I expect you take your weekends off.

- What time did your wife leave the house

yesterday, Mr. Cavendish?

- I've already told him all that.

- Yes, I know that.

But if you don't mind.

- What was he for?

She went out at a quarter to eight.

She normally only goes out for about an hour.

So at 10 o'clock, I began to be worried about her.

But at midday, the dog comes back on its own.

- And that's when you first reported it to the police, yes?

- That's right.

Not that that did much good.

- Do you think she may have fallen, sir?

- I don't know what's happened to her.

I just want her to be found.

- Tara Cavendish, fair hair, slim, five foot five,

wearing a green anorak, age 35.

- Yes, young man.

She is my second wife.

My first wife and I were divorced.

- I see you have an interest in the war, Mr. Cavendish.

- Oh, yes.

The Wermacht certainly the greatest fighting force ever

assembled, swift, ruthless.

Do you know what that is?

That is an Iron Cross first class

from the MERS, General von Reichenau,

Sixth Army, a superb campaign.

- I got you some tea, sir.

- Thank you.

This is Mrs. Wilson, my cook, housekeeper.

These gentlemen are police officers.

- Oh is there any news yet, sir?

- No.

- I did see her leave yesterday morning just before eight.

- And that was the last time you saw her?

- Yes, sir.

But when I made her breakfast at half past seven,

she did mention that she'd be walking

over to the old quarry.

- Why the quarry?

She never normally walks there.

- [Tom] She told you specifically

that's where she was going.

- Well, yes, sir.

- Why?

Why mention it at all?

- I have no idea, sir.

She just said that's where she'd be.

That's the long and the tall of it

and then about 20 minutes later she left.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- If she was walking near a quarry,

maybe she slipped and fell in.

- That's always possible, Troy.

There's a face I recognise.

Charles Jennings, Badger's Drift.

- I remember him.

He was on the game, wasn't he, a bomb boy.

- Sir!

Someone smashed her head in.

Eight or more blows, shattered the skull.

Time of death, sometime in the last 24 hours or so.

- Well, we knew that.

- But do you know you what they used?

- A cricket bat?

A True Blade.

- I'm not a fan of the game myself.

Just as well really.

This is enough to put off for life.

- There was a cricket match in the village last Saturday.

- There's a local league, sir.

All the villages play.

Next week, Fletcher's Crossare playing Midsomer Worth.

- You're very well up in local sporting fixtures, Troy.

- Yeah, as a matter of--

- Go on.

- Nothing.

- Could a woman have done this?

- A man, woman, could have been either really.

- Anything else?

- Can't help you, I'm afraid.

The ground's dry, so you're not going to get any footprints.

Maybe I'll get some off the bat, but somehow I doubt it.

- Oh, god.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

- There will have to be a formal adjudication, sir, but--

- [Robbie] No.

- It would help us if you would

answer some questions now.

- [Robbie] No.

- We can come back later if you prefer.

- No.

No, no!

We've wasted enough time already.

If you'd started looking for her yesterday

when I reported her missing...

What do you want to know?

- Did she have any enemies, sir

- No.

Tara wasn't that kind of person.

Tara was, Tara was my wife, that's all.

- Would she have been wearing any jewellery when she went out

or carrying anything of value?

- No.

She was walking the dog.

- Robert, what's happened?

Has Tara been found?

- Excuse me, you are?

- Jane Cavendish.

- My daughter-in-law.

- [Jane] Is she all right?

- No, Mrs. Cavendish, we found a body in the woods answering

to her description.

- What?

Dead?

- Oh, yes.

- Oh.

- Oh, I mean, that's terrible.

What happened?

- Mrs. Cavendish seems to have been attacked.

We found a cricket bat by the body.

A True Play, fairly new.

- A True Play?

- Yes.

- A black handle with a red top?

- Yes.

- That Stephen's bat.

- Stephen?

- Well, I mean, he does have a bat like it, my husband.

I bought him like it at the start of the season.

But um, I'm sure it isn't the same bat.

I mean, it couldn't be.

- Mr. Barnaby.

- [Tom] Oh, Mrs. Cooper.

- Didn't expect to see you so soon.

- Do you work here?

- I'm Mr. Cavendish's secretary, yes.

So how are you thinking of interior design

for your new home?

- No, I'm actually here on official business.

Ah, Mr. Cavendish, I'm Detective Chief Inspector

Barnaby from Causton CID.

And I'm afraid I have some rather bad news.

- It's just unbelievable.

No one would want to kill Tara.

It must just have been some nutter out in the wood.

- Sir, we understand that you own a True Play cricket bat.

It has a black handle with a red top?

- Yes.

What about it?

- We think it may be the weapon that killed your mother.

- What?

She was killed with a cricket bat.

- Yes.

- Oh, my lord.

- If it was your bat, sir, can you explain to us how

it came to be taken from you?

- No.

I keep it in the downstairs loo.

- Do many people have access to the house?

- Not really.

The door is never locked.

Anyone could have come in.

- I don't suppose you can tell us

where you were on Sunday morning, sir,

between about seven and nine?

- Sunday morning.

- You were at home perhaps, with your wife.

- Yes, actually, I went out for a couple of hours.

I came in here to do some work.

I'd got behind with the invoices.

I was here until about 12.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- That's funny.

That's someone else I've seen before.

- Stephen Cavendish?

- Yes.

He was at the pub on Saturday in a passionate embrace with

someone who was not his wife.

- As long as it wasn't Charles Jennings.

- Mr. Barnaby.

- Mrs. Cooper.

- I had to speak to you.

I don't like to be disloyal.

Please don't get me wrong.

What he said, Mr. Cavendish, it wasn't true.

- I'm sorry.

- He was never here on Sunday.

I'm always the first to arrive on Monday.

If anyone had been in, I would have know.

Anyway, the invoices are perfect up to date.

I do them myself.

- So you're telling us Mr. Cavendish was lying.

- I don't like to.

I don't want to.

But, Colin and I, we're both born again

Christians and the truth is very important to us.

"Whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are true,

"think on these things."

That's what Jesus said.

So you see, I had to tell you.

I had to do what's right.

- Thank you, Mrs. Cooper.

- I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason though, I mean,

why he told you that.

He may not be what you'd call a good or a kind person,

but I'm sure he wouldn't hurt anyone.

I'm sure he wouldn't.

- Thank you.

- Not good, not kind.

It's his cricket bat and he's lying.

Do you want to go back and arrest him now?

- No.

Think I fancy a drink.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Christine.

- I just nipped outside, Mr. Cavendish.

- You spoke to Mr. Barnaby, whatever his name is.

- Yes, he's buying a house or he might be.

He came to see it last Saturday.

(phone rings)

- Stephen.

What?

When did it happen?

Yes, of course.

I'll do whatever you want.

- Well, well, well, Mr. Jennings.

- Mr. Barnaby.

- [Tom] You remember me?

- Oh, I'm not likely to forget you, am I?

- Didn't we see you working at the hall?

- Yeah, I've got a job there four days a week.

I've got a room here so I help out not and then.

- [Tom] But keeping yourself out of trouble, hey?

- Aren't you gentlemen being served?

- Ah, half a bitter for me, please

and Troy, you're driving.

- Lemonade, please.

- So what is this you're not telling me, Troy?

- Sir?

- Something to do with cricket, I think.

Fletcher's Cross versus Midsomer Worthy?

- It's a bit embarrassing, if you want the truth.

- I do.

- Well, you see, I've been trying to take

a bit more exercise you know.

- It comes to us all, Troy.

- Anyway, I answered an ad in the Causton Echo,

cricket players wanted.

Used to be a bit of a daft hand at school.

And I thought, ah, something to do at the weekends.

- And?

- I'm opening the batting for Midsomer Worthy

next week it's the game isn't cancelled.

- Is there any reason why it should be?

- Well, that's just it.

Robert Cavendish is the captain

of the Fletcher's Cross team.

And last Saturday, our captain, his name's Ian Fraser,

was talking about him.

He said Cavendish was an evil bastard.

And then he said, I'm going to kill him.

- Well, he was talking about Robert Cavendish.

- Yeah.

- And he was using the words a sporting sense.

- Yeah, but there's obviously some sort

of grudge between them.

Anyway, I suppose I'd better back down from the team.

- No not at all, Troy.

I'd say you were ideally placed if there

is something to uncover.

- Hilda.

When's tea?

- Tea?

I haven't got time for that, Ian.

I'm doing these.

They're going to be all over the village tomorrow,

200 of them.

And they're going up in Midsomer Worthy

and Badger's Drift too.

- Are you sure it's appropriate?

- Appropriate?

- After the death.

- Tara Cavendish was an empty headed upstart, who loved

playing queen of the manor.

Her death doesn't matter a jot.

These footpaths are 400 years old.

- I still don't see--

- No.

Of course you don't.

(light orchestral music)

- You were there on Sunday morning, weren't you?

The Cavendish estate?

Did you see her?

Did you?

- Leave me alone, Ian, please.

I'm busy.

There's last night's nut rissoles in the fridge.

You can heat them up in the AGA.

All right?

- What are you so worried about?

You haven't said a word all Evening

- It's meant.

- This is all about that policeman, isn't it?

Barnaby.

- He came to the house.

Then he came to the office.

- He's not interested in us.

- It's meant, Colin, I know it is.

He's going to find out.

- Come on, Flopsy.

He's not going to find out.

I'll look after you.

- I need to be punished.

- I'll punish you.

- I want to be hurt.

- I'll hurt you.

- Behold, I was shapen in wickedness.

And in sin hath my mother conceived me.

- I'll hurt you.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Trish, you know that old typewriter

you got in the office, do you think I could borrow it?

- Yeah, as long as you don't drop it.

- Cheers.

- Goodnight.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(typewriter clicking)

(light orchestral music)

- We've just taken the particulars

of a property that might interest you, Mrs. Barnaby.

It's a converted post office

in Fletcher's Cross, very unusual.

Two bedrooms, a nice view of the green.

- Yes, it looks very nice, Miss um--

- Beauvoisin.

- Ah.

- How did you find Portland Place?

- We're still thinking about it.

- Well, of course, I wouldn't wish to hurry you.

But these properties do get snapped up very quickly.

Would you like me to arrange a viewing of Dun Malin?

- I'm sorry.

- The post office.

- Good morning, Troy.

- Morning, sir.

- What have we got?

- Robert Cavendish used to run a quarrying company,

but he closed it down nine years ago.

It was very unexpected apparently,

a lot of job losses.

- Go on.

- He married his second wife around the same time.

- Any news on the cricket bat?

- Stephen Cavendish has confirmed it's his.

No prints though.

We got the PM report through from Peterson.

Time of death, nine o'clock Sunday morning.

Oh, and this might interest you.

- "Country Life," Troy, that's a bit out of my league.

- There's a picture of the Hall, sir,

Robert Cavendish's place.

It seems he put it on the market just before his wife died.

(light orchestral music)

- [Tom] I think we should talk to his son first.

(bell rings)

Mrs. Wilson.

- Oh, that's right, sir.

I work up at the Hall but I do two days a week

for young Mr. Cavendish too.

Is there any news yet, sir, about Mrs. Cavendish, I mean.

- Not yet, I'm afraid.

- It's a terrible thing.

And to happen just the day after his birthday too.

- His birthday?

- Yes.

Mr. Cavendish Sr.

He was 60 years old.

And then this.

- Is Stephen Cavendish in?

- No, sir, he's just nipped out with the dog.

But Mrs. Cavendish is here.

- Mrs. Wilson, who is it?

Robert did mention that he was going to sell the Hall.

He was talking about Orlando actually.

Of course, that was Tara's idea.

I mean, Orlando, wherever next.

- Did you and she get on, Mrs. Cavendish?

- I suppose so.

No.

I never really liked her to be honest.

I know that's a wicked thing to say, but why should I lie?

It's not as if I murdered her.

Cream?

- Not for me.

- There.

Tara was so young and so pretty and so slim.

She had a way of looking down that little nose of hers.

Didn't really like her at all,

although Robert adored her.

I don't know why.

- You were at home on your own the morning she died?

- Yes.

I was in bed.

Biscuit?

- No.

- I won't either.

Maybe just one.

To be honest with you, I was quite surprised,

her walking around the quarry.

- Oh, why is that?

- Oh, you must have heard the stories.

- No.

- The quarry is supposed to be cursed.

- Cursed?

- Hm.

That's what everybody says.

First, there was the accident.

That was a long time ago.

Robert used to blast there.

And then it was only about well, 18 months ago.

poor Miss Beavis.

- Miss Beavis?

(clattering)

- She was the housekeeper before Mrs. Wilson.

She used to take the dog out sometimes.

One day she went out and she never came back,

just like Tara.

- She was killed?

- Well, it was an accident.

The police said that she slipped and fell,

but that's why it was so strange, Tara walking there.

Just not a very nice place.

Stephen.

- Mr. Barnaby.

- Sir, I wonder if I could have another word with you.

- Yes, of course.

I had a feeling you might be back.

What I told you the other day.

- Your whereabouts on Sunday morning.

- Yes.

Well, the point is, I know I shouldn't have,

but I didn't actually tell you the truth.

I wasn't in the office.

I was with a friend, a young friend.

- Wasn't by any chance, a young lady at The Queen's Arms?

- Yes.

Her name's Trish, Patricia Smith actually.

She and I are, well--

- Yes, sir.

- Well, she doesn't know anyone here, you see.

She only came to the village about a year

ago from London all on her own.

She and I just sort of hit it off.

- Were you with her all morning, sir?

- Yes.

I got there about eight.

She's a room at the pub.

I was with her until 11.

- And the young lady will confirm all this?

- Yes, Yes, of course.

I'd just be grateful if it went no further.

You understand?

- Oh, yes, we understand.

- Perfectly.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- So, what did they want?

- They were asking questions.

You told them it was my bat, didn't you?

Why?

- I don't know.

- Do you want to see me arrested and sent to jail?

- What?

You in prison for 30 years and me having to start

a new life, all on my own?

Oh, Stephen, can't imagine anything worse.

- Bloody woman, advertising her intention to break the law.

And nobody does a damn thing about it.

But then of course, you can commit

murder in this part of the world and still get away with it.

- We're doing everything we can.

- Right.

What do you want with me then?

- We understand that your wife wanted

you to sell the Hall, sir.

- Yes, it was her idea but I was in perfect agreement.

- Did your son and daughter-in-law

have any say in the matter?

- Stephen and Jane?

No.

Why on Earth should they?

It's my property.

Without me, their business would have

gone down the pan years ago.

- Did they know about the sale?

- Yes, I told them the night before.

Do you think they killed her to stop it going ahead?

That's absurd.

Is that what you think?

- We are pursuing several lines of inquiry, sir?

- You're wasting time.

(gun firing)

Pull.

(gun firing)

I tell you something that might actually

be worth your knowing.

The night before she went missing.

- Your birthday.

- Yes.

There was somebody spying on us outside that window.

The dog barked, knew it was somebody.

That's what it's there for.

- Did you see who it was?

- Dog must have frightened them off.

But if it was some sort of stalker,

pull,

(gun firing)

pull.

(gun firing)

- Thank you, sir, we'll look into it.

- Well, that's all, is it?

- There is just one more thing.

A year and a half ago, your housekeeper was involved

in an accident at the quarry.

- Miss Beavis, yes, she died.

What's that got to do with anything?

- You don't see any parallel?

- No.

- Well, I do.

This Miss Beavis takes your dog for a walk in the quarry

and she fails to come back.

And then she's found dead.

18 months later, exactly the same thing

happens to your wife.

- But Miss Beavis fell.

- I'd still be interested to know what else

you can tell me about her, sir.

- Well, I can't tell you anything about her.

She was the housekeeper.

Now then you, young man, Miss Beavis has a sister,

still lives in the village, since your inquiry is plainly

going nowhere, you might just as well go and wast some time

talking to her, right?

(light orchestral music)

Pull.

(gun firing)

Pull.

(gun firing)

(car horn beeps)

- Sir, wasn't that--

- Yes, yes, it was.

Oh please, Lord, not Fletcher's Cross.

- I suppose you'll hear about poor Mrs. Cavendish.

I couldn't believe it when I read it in the newspaper.

Are you sure it was murder?

Are you sure it couldn't have been an accident?

- I don't think so.

- Oh, dear, dear, dear.

But I don't see how I can help.

- We wanted to ask you about your late sister.

- Emily.

- I don't suppose you could tell us

anything about her death.

- She fell into the quarry.

It was Mr. Cooper that found her.

Collin Cooper.

- Oh, they knew each other, did they?

- Oh, yes, they were quite good friends.

She wrote to me about him once.

I could find the letter for you, if you like.

- Yes, that might be very helpful.

- Miss Beavis, I don't suppose you could tell us,

was there anything suspicious about your sister's death?

- Suspicious?

Oh, no, nothing.

Though she did phone me the night before.

Said she wanted to see me.

- Did she say why?

- No.

And now that you mention it, I did

think it was strange that she went

so close to that quarry's edge.

She was always terrified of heights.

And then there was the business of the break-in.

- The break-in?

- Yes.

Somebody broke into her house, this house,

the same day that she died.

It didn't look as if anything was taken.

But it was still a very unhappy coincidence.

- Yes.

- But suspicious, Mr. Barnaby, oh, no.

There was nothing suspicious at all.

- Where to, sir?

- Causton, I think but there's somewhere I

want to stop off on the way.

- I suppose he told you about us, did he?

- Yes.

- Stephen doesn't love his wife, you know.

There's been nothing between them for years.

I still wish it was out in the open, though.

He wants to marry me, you know.

- Well, why doesn't he then?

- It's all them at the Hall, isn't it, Mr. Cavendish

and Tara when she was alive.

Well, they're all such snobs.

- So what time did Stephen Cavendish

arrive on Sunday morning?

- He got here at five past eight.

He left at 11:20.

- You're very precise.

- Got a good head for figures.

But the long and tall of it is, he was with me all morning

so he couldn't have been at the quarry

if that's what you're thinking.

- Was she there?

- Yes, she was.

- And?

- She's lying.

And there was something else.

You drive.

It'll come to me.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Mr. Cooper.

- Mr. Barnaby.

This is a surprise.

- Why is that?

You know I'm pursuing a murder investigation.

- Yes, but that's got nothing to do with me, has it?

- We wanted to ask you some questions about the death

of Emily Beavis.

- Emily.

But I thought that was an accident

and it happened ages ago.

- You found her.

- Yes.

It was horrible.

I still pray for her.

She was a friend of mine.

- And you used to help her.

- I tried to be a good neighbour, Mr. Barnaby.

That's what it says in the Bible.

But I don't understand.

- Mr. Cooper, I wonder if you'd mind

coming to the quarry with us.

I'd be very interested to know exactly what you saw.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- I wasn't on my own.

Christine was with me.

We often used to come here.

We like the birds and the wild flowers.

- So you were walking then?

- Yes.

It was Saturday afternoon, about four.

- Kaiser.

Oh, Kaiser, do come.

- We heard Emily calling the dog.

- [Emily] Kaiser, come.

- It's so quiet round here.

You can hear everything.

We didn't take any notice of her, though.

She could have been miles away.

And anyway, we wanted to be on our own to meditate together.

- And where exactly were you meditating, Mr. Cooper?

- I'll show you.

Just there.

And then, the next thing we knew, we heard this scream.

(screaming)

I swear to God, I could see her eyes as she came down.

(body thudding)

I could see right into her soul.

She hit the ground head first.

We could see at once that she was dead.

There was nothing we could do.

That was where she hit.

It was 4:16.

Her watch was smashed in the fall, so that's how they knew.

- So what happened next?

- We ran to the car, drove off, and called the police.

Why are you asking all this?

It was an accident.

- I think you should let us be the judge

of that, Mr. Cooper.

- Do you believe him?

- I believe he thinks it was an accident

that Emily Beavis fell.

- But you don't?

- Oh, Troy.

Look at the evidence for heaven's sake.

Two deaths in identical circumstances

in exactly the same place.

And even without the death of Tara Cavendish.

Use your eyes.

Look how far she travelled for a start.

She didn't come straight down.

She came down in an arc.

That's not a fall, more like a running jump.

- And she landed head first.

- Yeah.

So if she had just gotten too close to the edge,

she would have come down feet first, not in a dive.

- But she wouldn't have gone too close to the edge.

She was scared of heights.

- So either she jumped on purpose

or else somebody pushed her.

You know what I think, Troy?

- Yes, sir.

- Emily Beavis was murdered,

and by the same person or persons

who killed Tara Cavendish.

The only thing is, I cannot for the life of me see why.

(light orchestral music)

- Cully.

How was the journey?

- Long.

Where's Dad?

- He said he be here.

- Oh, he's bound to be late.

You know what he's like when he's on a case.

How's the house hunting?

- Oh, I feel like your father.

I'm not getting anywhere.

Here he is now.

- Sorry I'm late.

So you've decided to come home early, have you?

- Niko's on a tour.

The flat's got a leak.

And I was missing you.

- That's what I love to hear.

This all you got?

- I'm only staying for a couple of days, Dad.

- Well, that's still reason to celebrate.

Should we have dinner out?

- So, you're not moving to Fletcher's Cross then?

- I went to see a converted post office yesterday.

- And?

- It was ghastly.

The letter box was about the only original feature left.

- And what about the case, Dad?

Mum told me.

What was her name?

- Tara Cavendish, bludgeoned to death with a cricket bat.

I'd have been less surprised if it

would have been her husband, Robert

who'd come to a sticky end.

- What's wrong with him?

- He's the sort of man you can't help disliking.

He owned the quarry that seems

to be the centre of everything.

He closed it down.

There were redundancies.

- You don't kill someone because they made you redundant.

- Not in the town, dear, but this is the country.

And in the country, anything goes.

- Good night, Ian.

- See you tomorrow, Reg.

You take care.

All set for the game then, Gavin?

- Yeah.

Although I'm surprised it's still on.

- You read about the murder then?

- Yeah, quite a bit.

- They got the wrong target.

They should have got him.

- Robert Cavendish?

You knew him?

- I knew him.

You fancy a drink?

- I'd like that.

- Just five minutes away.

- Hm.

- I used to work for Cavendish.

I was the quarry manager just outside the village.

- That was when he ran the company.

- You have been reading up on him.

- Just interested.

- Well, maybe you know about the accident then.

- Someone was hurt.

- Killed.

I doubt they felt a thing.

(dramatic orchestral music)

We were late, you see.

We were exporting to France, Holland, all over the place.

And we were having trouble keeping up with the orders.

And that day, we were supposed to be blasting but there was

a fault in the wire.

One of the charges didn't go off.

(switch clicking)

Now there are special procedures in this eventuality.

We should have shut down, evacuated the place,

and called in the proper people.

- Oh, for God's sake.

Just get on with it, Frasier.

- Cavendish was always on my back.

I knew what he'd say.

"Late with an order, lose a customer."

Time, efficiency, that's all that mattered to him.

So, I persuaded one of the men to try and sort it out.

His name was Matthew Draper.

I'll never forget it.

36 years old, married, with a kid.

(explosion booming)

There was an investigation of course.

And I was the one who took the rap.

And they were right.

It was my fault.

I lost my licence and my job.

Cavendish never gave me any help and no support,

financial or otherwise.

And then, just nine weeks later--

- He shut down the quarry.

- He'd been planning it all along.

Not a word to any of us.

And a man had died for nothing.

- We will leave at two o'clock tomorrow on the dot.

We will be following the path from this point

here just beyond the lake.

It's a two hour walk of which 30 minutes will

be on the Cavendish estate.

Any questions?

- Will we get across the mere?

It's been quite wet recently.

- Well, I checked the path last week

and it all seems perfectly manageable,

except for one section.

And there's a bridge.

Anything else?

So, until tomorrow at two then.

And remember, it is our land.

It is our footpath.

It is our right.

(audience applauding)

- I pulled the file on Emily Beavis.

It's actually 17 months ago, she died.

There's no reason to suspect foul play.

Emily Beavis was just a housekeeper.

Wasn't as if anyone benefited from her death.

- Apart from her sister.

- Doreen?

- Well, she inherited the house.

- I can't see Doreen Beavis pushing her sister

into a quarry, can you?

- What other motive could there have been?

- Well, there's the break-in.

There's a note on here.

Look.

Collin Cooper called the police from his home at 4:56.

That's 40 minutes after she fell.

And sometime that same afternoon, someone

broke into her house.

- Cooper.

There's someone I wouldn't trust an inch.

- Today is the day of the cricket match, isn't it, Troy?

Midsomer Worthy versus Fletcher's Cross.

- Yes, sir.

That's why I asked you for the afternoon off.

- Oh, I'm coming to watch you, Troy, as are Cully and Joyce.

What time's kickoff?

- [Troy] At two o'clock.

- I'll give you a lift.

(light orchestral music)

- Ham, cheese, egg and cress.

We'll have the biscuits and the cakes over here.

Is the urn on, Trish?

- No, Mrs. Wilson.

- Well, I asked you to put it on.

- I'm sorry.

- Oh, it's all right.

I'll do it myself.

These young girls.

I swear, there's nothing between their ears.

(chuckling)

- Um, I was wondering, Mrs. Wilson--

- No one will notice.

You help yourself, my dear.

- Thank you.

These look rather nice.

Two.

- Excuse me.

Can I have your attention please?

I'm sure I don't need to tell you about recent events.

As a result, I'm sure you'll understand that my father is

unable to play this afternoon.

I will be captain in his place.

And I'd just like to thank Colin Cooper,

who has agreed to step in as 11th man at the last minute.

That's it.

I know it's not pleasant to think

of a death in the village, but life goes on.

(light orchestral music)

- [Tom] So Ian Frasier used to work

for Robert Cavendish, huh?

- [Troy] Until the accident, yes.

- [Tom] The accident.

What was the name again?

- [Troy] Matthew Draper.

- Matthew Draper.

Emily Beavis.

Tara Cavendish.

Three unnatural deaths, Troy, and all in the same place.

No wonder the locals say the quarry's cursed.

I'll handle this, Troy.

You better go get changed.

- Oh, right.

- And try not to wind up the way I feel about this case.

- How's that, sir?

- Stumped.

Miss Beavis.

- Oh do please come in.

- Thank you.

Is everything all right?

- Oh, yes.

I heard there was a cricket match

and I didn't want to take any chances.

- Oh, right.

Miss Beavis, I was wondering about

that letter you mentioned.

- Letter?

- Yes, from your sister.

- Oh, yes.

I have it here.

I kept all her letters.

I don't know why.

Mm.

This is it.

It's about Dad's coins.

- I'm sorry.

- That was how Mr. Cooper helped her.

She asked him to look at Dad's coin collection.

Emily thought some of them might be valuable.

And she was quite right.

They are.

- How valuable?

- Some of them are worth 20 pounds each.

But I wouldn't sell them.

Emily wouldn't have wanted me to.

- And Colin Cooper valued them for her.

- Yes.

He's a kind man, very kind.

(light orchestral music)

- Just remember, people have been walking this path

since the time of Henry VIII.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Frasier.

- Hello.

- Your call.

- Heads.

- Tails it is.

We'll bat first.

- You look comfortable.

- Come and sit down.

- I will.

- Fletcher's Cross won the toss.

- Oh, here comes Troy.

(all clapping)

(light orchestral music)

- Yep.

- [Tom] Bravo!

Well done, Troy!

- You didn't tell me Gavin played cricket.

- He obviously has hidden talents.

- This way.

This way, everyone.

It's quite dry after this.

(rope creaking)

(screaming)

- This way.

No.

- That wasn't a four.

- Mr. Cavendish, do you think you could

ask someone to take a cup of tea over to the scoring

shed for me?

- I'll do it.

- [Mr. Wilson] Oh, that's very kind of you.

(all cheering)

(all clapping)

- By the way, Tom, I think I've found the perfect house.

- Oh, no.

- It's a lovely cottage in Badger's Drift.

It's got two bedrooms, two living rooms, and a conservatory.

- Conservatory?

Sounds like something out of Clue, though.

- Colonel Mustard with the candlestick

in the conservatory.

- Tomorrow afternoon, four o'clock.

Don't be late.

(all clapping)

- [Robbie] What are they clapping you for?

- Not very much, I'm afraid.

- You came out after all, Robert.

- Yes.

- Oh, you've got blood on you.

Have you cut yourself?

- Yes, I caught my hand on a nail.

- Nasty.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(screaming)

- I thought I saw Stephen go into the scoring shed.

He was carrying a cup of tea.

So I went over to see him.

- [Tom] And when you got there?

- There was no one there.

Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe it wasn't Stephen.

- What did you see?

- I looked inside.

And he was just lying there, Charles Jennings.

At first I thought he was asleep.

- Miss Smith, you told me that Stephen Cavendish

came to the pub at five minutes

past eight last Sunday morning.

Now, I want you to think very carefully about this.

Are you was sure that was the right time?

- I don't know.

Maybe it was later.

I told you what he wanted me to say.

Please don't ask me any more.

- I was in here.

Mrs. Wilson asked me to take a cup

of tea to the scoring shed.

I took it.

I gave it to him.

He said, thank you.

I left.

- Thank you?

- "Ta."

Something like that.

- According to Mrs. Wilson, it was you

who offered to take the tea.

- Yes.

Maybe.

I don't know.

She asked and I just happened to be there.

- Do you recognise this, sir?

- Yes, it's one of my father's.

Why didn't you talk to him?

He was at the match.

He came out of nowhere and he had blood on him.

Anyway, I had no reason to kill Charles Jennings.

- We found this in his pocket.

- So he had cash.

- 500 pounds in cash, sir?

- A lot of cash.

- Sir, were you and Charles Jennings

involved in a relationship of a sexual nature?

- Don't be disgusting.

- You didn't give him any money?

- No.

Look,

I'm not going to say anymore

until I spoken to my solicitor.

- That might be a good idea, sir.

(police radio chattering)

(sighing)

- [Man] Sir.

- Thank you.

"I saw what happened in the quarry.

"I was watching Mrs. Cavendish

"and I know who killed her.

"I don't want to go to the police, but I do want money.

"I want 500 pounds in cash

"before the end of the week or else."

- Looks as though we've got our man, sir.

- Yes, Troy.

It looks as if we have.

- You are going to formally charge Stephen Cavendish.

- Your infinitives are splitting, Troy.

- [Troy] What?

- Yes, I will charge him.

For once, I'm going to exactly do the wrong thing.

- Stephen Cavendish killed Charles Jennings.

- [Tom] Oh, did he?

- He was seen going into the scoring shed.

And he was the last person to see Charles Jennings alive.

He had access to the murder weapon.

And then there's the letter we found in his house.

- Yeah.

- Jennings was trying to blackmail Stephen

over the murder in the quarry.

Stephen killed Tara Cavendish to stop her selling the Hall.

- You've got it all worked out, Troy.

- Then there's the lab report on the money we found

on Charles Jennings' body.

Stephen's fingerprints were found on three of the notes.

- 10s or twenties?

- 10s.

But does it make any difference?

- Well, it just might.

It's all too neat, too straightforward.

And there are some questions you haven't answered.

- Such as?

- Stephen Cavendish is a very rich man,

at least he is on the face of it.

And if we are to believe the letter,

he has committed the act of murder.

So why did Charles Jennings ask for so little?

500 pounds?

Nothing.

- That would be a first instalment.

- Well, even as a first instalment, Troy.

He could have asked for 10 times as much.

- Maybe he didn't want to push his luck.

- And here's something.

It was the last thing he did in his life, the cricket match.

You bowled, Colin Cooper made one run.

But Charles Jennings put up the score as a four.

Now why did he do that?

- He must have been distracted.

- Yes, yes, yes, but why?

What did he see or was he trying to tell us something

by changing the score?

And here's something you have forgotten.

Emily Beavis.

You tell me that Stephen Cavendish killed her too?

- Well, maybe she has nothing to do with this.

If she was killed, maybe it was

for a completely different reason.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(knocking on door)

- Mr. Barnaby.

- Mrs. Cooper.

I think you know why I'm here.

Now I'm going to give you one opportunity, just one

opportunity to tell the truth.

Do you understand?

- Yes.

- You killed Emily Beavis.

- No.

- We could never--

- Never what, Mrs. Cooper?

How far would you go?

- You've got it wrong.

Sweet Jesus.

- Then tell me what happened that day in the quarry.

- It was like we said, almost like we said.

- We saw her fall.

(screaming)

(gasping)

When we got to her, she wasn't dead, but she was dying.

There was obviously nothing we could do.

And then, she pointed up.

And we looked up there and there was someone with her.

We realised that she must have been pushed.

- You never told this to the police?

- We were afraid.

- Don't lie to me, Mrs. Cooper.

You didn't tell the police because you

had plans of your own.

- How do you know?

- Because you drove all the way home before

you reported the death to the police.

4:56, that's 40 minutes later.

Anyone else would have gone straight

to the nearest telephone box.

But you, you had plans, didn't you?

- She had these coins.

She asked me to take a look at them.

There was one there.

I knew immediately what it was worth.

I'd seen something like it once in the museum.

(window shattering)

A Henry III gold penny.

A classic, one type coin.

Could you believe, it was just sitting

there in an old box with some pennies and ha'pennies.

- So when you found her dying, you went back for it.

And then you sold it?

How much for?

- 100,000 pounds.

- It wasn't stealing.

Nobody knew.

Nobody would ever have known.

She didn't need it.

- If it wasn't stealing, what was it?

- It was a sin Mr. Barnaby.

It's not wrong to sin.

Christ came into this world for the sinners.

- To call people to repentance, Mrs. Cooper.

I think that's a word that alien to you.

You left an old woman to die and helped cover up

a murder for more than a year.

Troy.

- Sir?

- They're under arrest.

You caution them, will you?

- It'll be a real pleasure.

- You did say four o'clock prompt, Mrs. Barnaby.

- Oh, yes.

And it's not like him to be late.

- Mum.

- Well, he is on a case.

- Here he is now.

- [Tom] Sorry I'm late.

- I was beginning to think you weren't coming.

- Oh well, I made you a promise.

Here I am.

This it?

- Dad.

I think it's very pretty.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Barnaby.

- Oh, Miss Beauvoisin, isn't it?

I used to know her former employer.

- Mr. Eastman is now divorced and living in Morocco.

Shall we go in?

Anyway, welcome at last to Long Trees,

which has been on the market a very short time.

- Sorry.

What did you just say?

- I just said that--

- I'm sorry, Miss Beauvoisin, Joyce, Cully.

- [Mrs. Beauvoisin] Mr. Barnaby.

- Some other time.

You told Sergeant Troy about an accident

that happened in the quarry about nine years ago.

- You never told me you were a police officer.

- You never asked.

- I invited you into my home and all

the time you were spying on me?

- [Tom] Please tell me about the man that

was killed in that accident.

- There's not much to tell.

His name was Matthew Draper.

- You said he was married with a child.

But that child was a girl, wasn't it?

- Yes.

- Oh, forget about that.

What about me?

I know Robert Cavendish was responsible for this.

He sabotaged that bridge.

Now what are you going to do?

- Oh, shut up, you stupid, stupid woman.

They're not interested in you.

Nobody's interested you or your bloody footpaths.

They never have been.

Now, if you don't mind, I'll show you the door.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Zelda is right, for what it's worth.

Probably was Robert Cavendish who sabotaged the bridge.

(screaming)

But whatever you may think about Robert Cavendish,

he's no killer.

In fact, it occurs to me he's much

more likely to be the victim.

- He closed down the quarry.

- Yeah, well you said it, Troy,

not the easiest of men, is he?

The way he ran that business, an arrogant man,

all that Nazi stuff.

If anyone is Fletcher's Cross is a target, he's it.

- You mean, someone was out to get him.

- They've killed his wife, framed his son,

killing him is too easy.

They're out to destroy him slowly.

- [Troy] So Charles Jennings' letter.

- [Tom] There was no name on it.

Could've been sent to anyone.

- [Troy] And then planted in Stephen's house.

- [Tom] Yeah, but Jennings wrote that letter to someone

he knew that had far less money than Stephen Cavendish.

That's why he was only asking for 500 quid.

- [Troy] But who?

- Someone who had access to both the Hall and the Lodge, who

could steal the bayonet and the cricket bat,

who could plant the letter and get

their hands on banknotes they knew

carried Stephen Cavendishs' his fingerprints.

- More wine, sir?

- Yes, please.

- Oh, it's a terrible business, sir.

I can't imagine how you must be feeling.

First, lovely Mrs. Cavendish.

And on the day after your 60th birthday.

So young, with her pretty face all smashed in like that

with a cricket bat.

And now young Master Cavendish too.

He'll be going to prison, no doubt about it.

I don't think you'll be seeing him again.

Now, you drink up, sir.

Dinner's almost served.

- Take the killing of Emily Beavis.

Why was she killed?

Had nothing to do with that coin of hers.

What possible reason could you have to kill

an elderly housekeeper, hey?

But, you might kill her if you wanted to place her.

(car horn honking)

- Actually, I can imagine how you must be feeling, sir.

I used to be married myself.

My Matthew, he was a wonderful man.

Of course, you wouldn't remember his name.

He was nothing to you.

But to me, he was the kindest, most handsome

man in the whole kingdom.

And whenever there was a dragon to kill, the king sent him.

To me, he was everything.

He was my knight in shining armour.

And I'll never forget the day he died,

the day you took him from me.

- It wasn't me.

It was Frasier.

- Frasier was doing what you told him to do.

It was you.

You were the one.

Oh, but you must forgive me, sir.

I shouldn't be talking like this.

How's the wine?

I hope the little Valium

I put in it didn't spoil the bouquet.

- Mrs. Wilson had access to the cricket bat and the bayonet.

The 10 pound notes we found with Stephen

Cavendish's fingerprints, probably her wages.

- [Troy] So she's Matthew Draper's wife?

- His widow, yes.

And she spent nine years planning revenge for what

had happened to her husband.

Changing her name, changing her appearance.

Moving to Fletcher's Cross

and killing an innocent housekeeper

simply so she could move in

on the family as her replacement.

First time we met her,

I knew there was something wrong.

- Except when I made her breakfast at half past seven,

she did happen to mention that she'd be

walking over by the old quarry.

- Why should Tara have been so specific about where

she was going.

And why mention it to Mrs. Wilson, of all people?

But then, maybe she never did.

Remember, it was essential to Mrs. Wilson's plans

that the body should be found.

Of course, she knew exactly where it was.

- Kaiser.

Where are you?

Kaiser?

What are you doing here?

(bat cracking)

(screaming)

- [Tom] Can you overtake this thing?

(car horn honking)

(gasping)

- [Troy] Well, you said it, sir.

- [Tom] Oh, right.

- So Mrs. Wilson killed Tara Cavendish.

- Yes.

She committed that murder.

But she wasn't working alone.

- What, there were two of them?

- Oh, come on, Troy, try and keep up.

She had a daughter too.

- Mummy, I'm here.

- Ah, dinner at last.

That's my girl.

Show him what you've got.

- Can he see me?

- Oh, yes, he's awake.

Show him.

- Would sir care to commit suicide?

- [Troy] So who killed Charles Jennings?

- That was Patricia Smith,

alias, Trish, the barmaid.

In fact, Matthew Draper's daughter.

Mrs. Wilson set Stephen Cavendish up,

but this time it was Trish who wielded the knife.

It happened just at the moment when

Colin Cooper hit his single.

Do you remember when the scoring went wrong?

All the scores were on a rotating loop.

No he must have been pulling it down when she stuck.

- No.

- That wasn't a four.

- [Tom] The timing was perfect.

Mrs. Wilson watched Trish go in.

- Mr. Cavendish, do you think you could

have someone to take a cup of tea

up to the scoring shed for me?

- I'll do it.

- That's very kind of you.

- [Tom] There was no light inside the scoring shed.

And it would have been even darker coming

straight in from the sun.

It was a hell of a risk.

But they didn't come any more cold blooded than these two.

- I brought you a cup of tea.

- [Trish] Ta.

- After that, all she had to do was put the body back

as we found it, put back the cap and the jersey,

step into the doorway as if she just got there and--

(screaming)

- I have to say, they both acted their parts brilliantly.

And as for Trish, she was having an affair

with Stephen Cavendish simply to destroy him.

She gave him an alibi all right, but managed to make

us know that she was lying.

Do you remember the way she broke down, Troy?

- I don't know.

Maybe it was too later.

I told you what he wanted me to say.

Please don't ask me any more.

- "I told you what he wanted me to say."

Had me fooled.

- I mean, it's unbelievable, all this planning.

- They're an incredible pair, those two,

and they haven't finished yet.

(siren wailing)

- Well, I've enjoyed working for you, Mr. Cavendish.

But, if you don't mind, I'm going to say goodbye now.

- No, wait.

- Oh, no.

We've waited quite long enough for this.

- You killed my daddy.

- But I paid.

- Compensation?

Money?

That's all you thought he was worth.

- Can I do it now?

- Yes, dear.

But remember, it has to look like suicide.

Your wife in the grave, your son in jail,

is it any wonder you took the easy way out?

(car approaching)

Finish it!

Do it now!

(Robbie screaming)

(Trish screaming)

(Mrs. Wilson sobbing)

- All right, Tom, you win.

A terraced house in Addison Crescent,

a bungalow in Brawley Street,

a Victorian semi in Raven Court,

and all right here in the centre of Causton.

- Ah.

- After that horrible story, I'm not sure I went to visit

the country ever again.

- There is one thing I don't understand though, Dad.

What was it that that estate agent lady said

that made it all click for you.

- Miss Beauvoisin.

It was the house name.

Long Trees.

- Welcome at last to Long Trees,

which has been on the market

a very short time.

- Wait, sorry.

What did you just say?

And her saying it had been on the market only a short time.

- What about it?

- Well you see, when I was talking to Mrs. Wilson,

this was before we found Tara Cavendish,

she said something very odd.

- I have no idea, sir.

She just said that's where she'd be.

That's the long and the tall of it.

And then about 20 minutes later, she left.

- It hardly registered at the time,

but a couple of days later,

I was down at the pub and I heard it again.

- I've got a good head for figures.

But the long and tall of it is, he was with me all morning.

- The long and the short of it.

That's the actual phrase.

Now for one person to make that mistake, that's odd enough.

But two of them?

Two people who supposedly hardly knew each other?

It's the sort of linguistic peculiarity--

- That a daughter might pick up from her mother.

- Exactly.

And once I made the connection between the two of them,

everything else just fell into place.

- Here's one for you, Tom.

It's a flat above a butcher's shop.

- It's your round.

(light orchestral music)

(chuckling)