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(rain pattering)

(thunder crackles)

(ominous music)

(thunder crackles)

(man mumbling)

(thunder crackles)

(thunder crackles)

- Help me, help me.

- Go away.

Go away!

Go, go away, go away.

(loud thudding) Go away!

Go away!

Go away!

I don't know you.

You leave me alone.

You're a mad, mad, madman! - Let me in!

- Leave me alone!

I don't know you.

I don't know, I don't know you,

I don't know you. - Let me in!

- Now, you leave me alone, go away!

Go away!

Go away, I don't know you,

I don't know you, I don't know you.

(gentle music)

(dogs barking)

(people chattering)

- Morning. - Good morning, Master.

- I thought we'd go through Fern Fields

and draw Blackthorne Wood,

if that's all right? - Yeah.

I reckon that'll flush out Reynard.

(both laugh)

Oh, I see Sarah's riding.

- [James] Good Lord.

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

(horse whinnies)

(mysterious music)

- Seven pounds and eight pence.

- You didn't bring Harry, then, Kate?

- No, I left him with Nanny.

- Oh, but that's such a shame.

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

- Well, Kate's decision, Mother.

- Huh, start as you mean to go on, I say.

- Well, who knows how he'll choose to go on, Marcia.

- We'll have him on horseback before you can say, "Boo."

- Boo.

(laughs)

- Well, I must see to my duties.

(sighs)

- She means well, you know.

- I'm sure.

- We're going to draw Blackthorne.

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

- I can jump a wall, James.

- No, you go through the gate.

Sammy will be there to open them.

I don't want you making a fool of yourself.

(mysterious music)

(gentle music)

- "Oh, to be in England."

- We are in England, Ron.

- I meant the scene, Betty.

I meant you couldn't be anywhere else.

- [James] Morning, Superintendent.

Mrs. Pringle.

- Morning, Mr. Fitzroy.

Hope you have a good day.

- [James] Thank you!

(horse whinnies)

(Dave laughing)

- Got to grip him with your legs!

Show him who's on top!

(Dave laughing) (Billy laughing)

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

Let's have none of that.

- [Dave] It's just a bit of fun.

- Not hurting anyone.

- Listen to me, you know who I am?

- [Billy] You're a copper.

- I'm Superintendent Pringle.

I've just moved into this village

where I hope to spend a very happy retirement.

Soon, I'll just be your neighbour like anybody else

and I intend to get on with everyone.

- Have your work cut out to do that here.

- [Ron] What's your name?

- Gurdie.

- What Gurdie?

- Mr. Gurdie.

(chuckles)

Billy to a chosen few.

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

You're known to make trouble.

Well, a word of advice, don't make trouble with me.

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

- Git.

(horn wailing)

(dog barking)

(gentle music)

(whistling)

(dogs barking)

(triumphant music)

(man grunts) (horse whinnies)

(horn wailing)

- Pigs!

(horn wailing)

(dogs barking)

(tense music)

(horn wailing) (dogs barking)

(man mumbling)

(horn wailing)

(man mumbling)

(people yelling)

(horn wailing)

(dogs barking)

(cellphone rings)

(cellphone beeps)

- [Kate] Hello?

(dogs barking)

(horn wailing)

(screaming)

(clanks loudly)

(screaming)

(horn wailing)

(horn wailing)

(man screaming)

(thuds loudly)

(whistles)

(horn wailing)

(dog barking)

(people chattering) - Where's that coming from?

(horn wailing) (dogs barking)

(horn wailing)

(mysterious music)

(horn wailing)

(horse whinnying)

(gentle music)

(suspenseful music)

(elegant music)

- [Tom] Oh, see this.

Menu Gastronomique.

(Tom speaking in foreign language)

- Looks very rich.

- Joyce, this is France

and this restaurant has a Michelin star.

Now, that's a recognition of its excellence.

We should honour the chef

by sampling the best he has to offer.

- [Joyce] Mm.

- Barnaby.

Chief Inspector Barnaby, right?

- Yeah, that's right.

(James chuckles)

- James Fitzroy.

We were on the committee together for the Charity Night.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, that's right.

Yes.

- Yeah, just popped over for a couple of days.

Boar hunt yesterday at the village we're twinned with.

Damned good chase and we got a kill, huh?

That's why we've been putting our nosebags on today.

(James laughs)

Oh, this is my wife, Sarah.

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

and my daughter, Cully.

- Oh, Cully Barnaby.

You're going to be in

"The Importance of Being Earnest," aren't you?

At the Causton Playhouse?

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

- Sarah is on the committee there.

- Friends of the Playhouse, you know.

- Oh, really?

- She'll bore you to death, I daresay,

before you get the play on, huh?

(James laughs)

Well, we mustn't bore you anymore.

On you go, Sarah.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Almost forgot.

We had a murder in Upper Marshwood.

Some old tramp.

Superintendent Pringle was on the case.

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

- Damned fine chap.

Had the bloke who did it inside within a week.

Now, that's what I call police work, huh?

(laughs)

Yes, yes, on you go, Sarah.

Go on, go on, go on.

(James laughs)

Bye.

(James laughs)

- Ron Pringle solves a murder while I'm away.

I'll never hear the last of this.

Ron Pringle, he's an oaf!

- Dad, forget about Ron Pringle.

You're on holiday.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Just to help me to forget.

(speaking in foreign language)

Ron Pringle.

(gentle music)

(door clacks)

(door thuds)

(lock clacks)

- [Billy] They're menthols, Mum.

When did you ever see me smoke a menthol?

It's like smoking cough sweets.

- Sorry, I knew you had a green packet.

I'll get it right next time.

- Next time, I want out of here before next time.

I've done nothing, Mum.

I didn't kill anyone, even that stinking old tramp.

- I know you didn't, Billy.

I know you couldn't.

You haven't been tried yet.

Nobody's saying you're guilty yet.

- That fool Pringle's saying it.

Doesn't care who did it, long as he got someone for it.

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

- Tom!

- Oh, so hello, Ron.

- Good holiday?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, was fine.

- Good.

All set for my farewell booze-up tonight?

- No, well, yeah, yeah.

I hope so.

- Got a problem?

- I think I've caught some sort of French bug.

Bit gippy.

(Ron chuckles)

- Over-indulging on Le Nosh and Le Vino.

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

- Wasn't I the lucky one, eh?

You away on holiday and I solve a case

that should've been yours.

(Ron chuckles)

Talk about going out on a high.

- Yeah, congratulations, Ron.

- Ah, nothing to it, really.

Unknown tramp who was living in the woods.

Got on the wrong side of a local poacher.

Chap well-known to have a violent temper.

Tramp was clubbed to death,

poacher's fingerprints were on the bloodstained weapon.

Good job you were on holiday, wasn't worthy of your talents.

- You sure you don't want...

Good morning, sir.

- Morning, Sergeant.

Good holiday?

- Yes, thank you.

Mountaineering in Norway.

- Oh, very nice.

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

- No, look, will you excuse me?

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

- See you at the party.

- I hope so.

(gentle music)

(dogs barking)

(James coughs)

- [James] Afternoon, Mrs. Gurdie.

- Sir.

- [Ben] I'll be in soon, Cath.

- Right, Ben.

- She'll be upset.

She's been to see the boy.

- I'm sorry about that, Ben.

Terrible business.

- He's not a murderer, sir.

I know he's been a bad lad sometimes,

and you've been very patient with him,

but he's not a murderer.

(James coughs)

- [James] Yeah.

(James coughs)

(door thuds)

- [Grahame] Hello, darling.

- Hi. - Been anywhere interesting?

- No, just into Causton.

Looked round a few shops,

saw nothing I wanted, so I came back.

Oh, hello, Marcia.

Didn't know you were here.

- Mother's been playing with Harry.

- [Marcia] You know I like to see him as often as I can.

Don't I, Harry?

- [Kate] Come on, darling. Come to Mummy.

It's time for your tea.

Come on, then. - I was just going to do that.

- Charlotte can.

It's what we pay her for.

You love Charlotte, don't you?

Charlotte, Harry wants you.

Oh, darling, I met Tilly in town.

You know, I used to work with her?

She suggested a girls' night out.

Take in a movie.

You don't mind, do you?

- [Grahame] When?

- Tonight.

- [Grahame] Tonight?

- Well, I'll cancel it if you do mind.

- [Grahame] No, of course not.

- Good.

You're lovely.

Come.

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

(Cathy whimpering)

- Come on, Cath.

We'll get him out of there, somehow.

(key rattles) (lock clicking)

(door creaking)

(chain rattling)

(gun fires)

(birds squawking) (birds chirping)

(dogs barking)

(gentle music)

- [Ron] Hello, Tom, Sergeant.

- [Tom] Hello, Ron.

- [Ron] Missed a good do last night, didn't he, Troy?

Eh? - Yeah.

- Don't worry, we haven't touched anything.

- Oh, right.

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

local knowledge and that,

you'd like the benefit of my advice.

- Thank you very much, Ron.

Hello, Dan. - Ah.

Cross channel ferry didn't sink, then?

- [Tom] Ooh.

Poor devil.

- He's called Ben Gurdie.

He was employed by the local hunt.

- And it was the hunt who found him, yeah?

- No, no.

Linda Wagstaff found him.

She's a strange, old biddy.

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

She was here when the hunt arrived.

- And the hunt made such a mess,

we're not going to learn much from the surrounds are we, eh?

Okay, your turn.

- [Ron] You haven't heard the most pertinent fact, though.

Ben Gurdie was the father of Billy Gurdie,

the man who murdered the tramp.

- The man accused of murdering the tramp.

- Apparently, Ben was very depressed about what happened.

- So he shot himself?

- Seems like it.

- Oh. - Poor Ben.

There are no suicides in the animal kingdom.

- [Tom] I'm Chief Inspector Barnaby.

May I ask who you are?

- My name is Henry Carstairs.

- Are you here for some purpose, sir?

- I'm looking for dead bodies.

I'm a taxidermist.

Animals, birds.

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

Grahame Tranter, he's my cousin.

This is his land.

- So you're in the woods quite often, are you?

- Quite often, yes.

- Were you here last night by any chance?

- Yes I was for a while.

Quite early.

Seven, maybe eight o'clock.

- Did you see Mr. Gurdie by any chance?

- [Henry] No.

- Or hear a shot?

- I'm afraid not.

- Did you see or hear anything at all unusual?

- Yes.

I saw a dead mink.

That's very unusual.

Look wonderful mounted, especially if I bare the teeth.

- Yeah, I can imagine that.

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

- I understand.

There's an element of Greek tragedy here,

to meet his death in front of the palace of his enemy.

The origin of his black despair.

- What is he talking about?

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

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

- A strange thing to do, isn't it?

Come all the way out here to shoot himself.

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

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

- Oh, thank you, Ron, that's a very good idea.

- Well, I'm afraid I can't give you anymore time.

I have to see a man about a horse.

I've joined the hunt, you know.

Joint master is looking me out a mount.

- Oh, well, in that case, we mustn't keep you.

Thanks for your help. - Ah, well, you know

where I am if you want to find me.

- [Tom] I do indeed, thank you, Ron!

- [Ron] Bye, Dan.

- [Dan] Keep taking the tablets, Ron.

- Anything interesting?

- Not very.

Died between eight and 11 last night.

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

- I suppose it could be a coincidence, it happening here.

It's a pretty big one, if it is, isn't it?

I mean, did he mean to shoot himself when he set out?

Or did something happen to make him decide?

(truck whirring)

(whistles loudly)

(Dave chuckles)

- You're beautiful, Linda.

(door clacks) (bell jingles)

Hello, Sandra.

Old Holborn, please.

- [Sandra] You heard about Ben Gurdie, Dave?

- [Dave] Bang, bang, he shot himself.

- You reckon it was 'cause of Billy?

- Don't you know?

- What?

- He was caught in bed with a fox hound.

- Dave, you're awful.

- Got to go to Causton. Load for my dad.

- You were gonna buy me a drink last night.

- Sorry.

Got tied up.

(door clacks)

(bell jingles)

- Excuse me, please.

- How's Mr. Gurdie, Superintendent?

I mean, you know, the Gurdie's still alive.

- I'm sure he's well-looked after.

But I've retired.

- Shame it wasn't earlier.

(gentle music)

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

- Thomas? - The tank engine.

- Oh.

I used to read that to Cully.

(chickens clucking)

Oh, look, Troy, certainly got herself organised, hasn't she?

Rosemary, fennel, and coriander,

some seriously good cooking goes on in there, Troy.

Miss Wagstaff?

- Who are you? - I'm Detective

Chief Inspector Barnaby.

- [Linda] I haven't got a television.

- Pardon? - I haven't got one.

I already told them.

What you come back for?

Go away.

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

Want to talk to you about Ben Gurdie,

the man you found dead this morning.

(door thuds)

- Elderberry cordial?

- No, no thanks, not for me.

- Yes, please.

- [Linda] Get the door.

- [Gavin] Oh.

- What are you looking at?

- I was just admiring your home.

- Ah. - Very comfortable.

- Aha, got everything I need.

Bed, wood stove, toilet round the back.

I recycle everything.

- Oh, thank you.

- Miss Wagstaff, would you tell me

how you came across Ben Gurdie's body, please?

- [Linda] I trod on it.

- That must have been a shock.

- No, not really.

I saw another man dead a little while ago.

- Oh, you mean the tramp.

- Ugh, nasty, filthy creature.

- Did you know him?

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

What did he think, I was born yesterday?

- How long had he lived in the woods, then?

- Not long.

I wouldn't speak to him.

- [Tom] Miss Wagstaff.

- Me name is Linda.

I'm not an old maid.

- [Tom] Oh, I'm sorry, Linda

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- [Tom] Were you out in the woods last night?

(Linda sighs)

- [Linda] No.

- [Tom] Did you hear a shot?

- I often hear shots.

- When did you hear a shot last night?

- When I was in bed.

- What time did you go to bed?

- When I was tired, of course.

- And when you found Ben Gurdie's body in the morning,

what time exactly was that?

- When I got up.

- When you got up? - Mm-hm.

- Linda, were you surprised that he shot himself?

- Not really.

They're a funny lot.

- Who? - All of them down there.

They kill things for pleasure.

Course, I have to be careful what I say.

I do needlework for them and I need the money.

But I don't trust them.

There's hatred down there.

- Why is there hatred?

- I just feel it, that's all.

- Linda, do you feel hatred

for the man who killed the tramp?

- Who did kill the tramp?

- Billy Gurdie.

Oh, don't be daft.

Billy Gurdie's a lovely boy.

He brought me a pheasant sometimes.

Oh, he kills things,

but he kills for food, not for pleasure.

He'd never kill a person, not Bill, hey!

Hey, get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Get out of here!

- [Henry] Miss Wagstaff,

I assure you-- - Get out of here!

Get out! - Chief Inspector, honestly--

- Get out!

Get out!

(groans)

He is a scavenger, a vulture.

I hate him, I hate him.

Oh, yes, Inspector, I can hate too.

- You'll have to go to London tomorrow.

- For God's sake, Marcia, please,

I've already been up once this week.

It's the Founder's Night tomorrow.

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

(car whirring)

James, it has to be done.

- [James] Chief Inspector.

- [Tom] Mr. Fitzroy.

This is Detective Sergeant Troy.

- Hello, Sergeant, yeah.

- Hello, sir. - As you might have guessed,

we're here about the death of Ben Gurdie.

Here to see Mrs. Gurdie.

- Well, she lives in the cottage through there.

Dreadful business.

This is Marcia Tranter.

She and I are joint MFH.

Masters of Foxhounds, old boy, huh?

(laughs) - How do you do?

- Pleased to meet you.

Mrs. Tranter, is it your husband

that owns the land where the body was found, then?

- My husband is dead, Chief Inspector.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- My son Grahame owns the land.

- I see, it was just that there was a man in the woods

who said he had permission from a Mr. Tranter

to look for dead animals there.

- Oh, (chuckles) Handbag Henry.

(both laugh)

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

(both chuckle)

- He's always carrying a bag, right?

(both laugh)

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

- Yeah, jolly good one too.

- You didn't see him last night,

did you, before he went out?

See what sort of mood he was in?

- No.

No, I didn't see him at all.

- Mrs. Tranter, you didn't see him?

- I was at home, in the Dower House.

On my son's estate. (dogs barking)

Oh, oh, dear, oh, dear.

They're not very happy bunnies today.

(James laughs) All right, right!

Anthony.

(chuckles)

There, there.

Oh, it's so unfair on them,

they've had the excitement of the chase

without the satisfaction of the kill.

(Marcia chuckles)

(ominous music)

- Didn't even know he was missing.

Went out last night, about nine o'clock.

- Why did he do that?

- Searching.

Day and night he's been in those woods,

trying to find something that might help Billy,

and he knew who did is still out there somewhere.

- Did you wait up for him?

- 10 o'clock or so, I went to bed.

I took this pill the doctor gave me because, you know.

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

And when I woke up, he wasn't there.

Well, he wouldn't have been, it was eight o'clock and more.

He'd have gone off to work.

- Didn't anybody come looking for him

when he didn't arrive for work?

- He does all different jobs up there.

I suppose everybody thought he was somewhere else.

- And nothing else unusual happened last night?

Nothing at all?

(ominous music)

- Well, young Mrs. Tranter from the big house,

her car went past.

Think it was hers, but that's not very unusual.

- What time was that?

- Just after Ben went out.

(gentle music)

- We'll be all right.

(knocking)

(door clacks)

- Mrs. Fitzroy's here, sir.

(door clacks)

- Hello, Sarah.

- [Sarah] Grahame, I didn't mean to disturb you.

- No, no, I was just sitting with Harry.

He's having his afternoon nap.

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

- I envy you.

I'm on my way to Causton.

Playhouse Committee.

James told me to drop this in for you.

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

- Oh, he needn't have bothered to send this.

- You know James, dot the Is and cross the Ts.

How's Kate?

- Oh, she's fine, thanks.

Yes, she's gone to Causton

with an old friend she used to work with.

They've gone to buy a dress or something.

- Oh, she'll enjoy that.

- Yeah.

- I like Kate.

- Do you?

- Oh, yes.

And I sympathise.

I mean, coming from the real world

to Upper Marshwood and all of us, not easy for her.

I was the same when I first married James.

But I fitted in eventually, and so will Kate.

- Let's hope so.

(ominous music)

- [Gavin] Several people heard you threaten the tramp.

- I've threatened lots of people, I've killed none of them.

- And your prints were found on the weapon.

- I explained that to him.

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

I picked up the stick that was lying beside him.

I saw the blood and I threw it away.

- Billy, you were seen in the woods that morning.

- I was having a laugh, wasn't I.

- A laugh?

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

(horn wailing) (dogs barking)

- Did you tell Superintendent Pringle that?

- Course I did.

That just made up his mind I must've done it.

One thing worse than a murderer here,

it's someone who makes a fool of the hunt.

I did not kill him.

I did not kill him.

I did not kill him.

- [Cully] "Quite a well-kept garden, this is, Miss Cardew."

- "So glad you like it, Miss Fairfax."

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

- "Oh, flowers are as common here, Miss Fairfax,

"as people are in London."

- Dad, it's meant to be funny.

You're reading it like you're announcing

the Titanic going down.

- [Joyce] Dinner's nearly ready.

- Look, let's get food over with

and then I'll feel jollier, all right?

- Wanna bet.

- I've learned my lesson.

It's plain English food from now on.

- Oh, talking of which, I got caught by that woman,

today, after rehearsal, Sarah Fitzroy.

The one we met in France.

God, does she bore for England.

- Poor old you.

I had a word with her husband today.

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

- Is that what's been on your mind?

- I'm puzzled by it.

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

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

- Are you two coming to eat?

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

- Oh, that's very nice.

- Yes. (phone ringing)

- Hello? Barnaby.

Oh, hello, Troy.

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

(sighs)

(door thuds) Sorry.

(dishware crashes)

- What clinched it was a schoolboy howler.

The gun was in the right hand.

But Ben Gurdie is left-handed.

- How do you know that?

- He was a manual worker.

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

That was the hand he used most.

Well, easy to confirm it with his wife.

- So whoever wanted to make it look like a suicide

put the gun in the wrong hand.

- Mm.

You're dealing with a murder.

- I was pretty sure.

- You never said.

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

- So two murders

in the same wood within three weeks.

- By two different murderers?

- Oh, I don't think so.

- Well, if you're right,

it means dear old Ron Pringle's boobed.

(chuckles)

- Can't crow yet, though.

Also that somebody's walking about

who's already killed twice.

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

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

Right, gentlemen, I'd like the whole area

tooth combed, please.

Anything, anything at all that's not naturally

part of the wood may give us a clue

as to why Ben Gurdie was killed.

Okay?

Thank you, Sergeant.

- [Sergeant] Sir.

(gentle music)

- Right, Troy, Ron Pringle.

(gentle music)

(engine rumbles)

- Thank you.

(engine revving) - Bastard.

- Betty.

Here he is.

Well, what do you think?

- Good Lord.

It's very big, isn't it?

- He isn't big, Betty, he's a hunter.

He's the right size for a hunter.

Oh, hell.

What does he want?

- Hello, Ron.

- Morning, Tom, you looking for me?

- [Tom] Yes I am.

That's a big horse.

- It's a hunter.

Used to be Lord Kitson's mount.

- Oh, really?

Hello, Betty, you settling in all right, are you?

- Think so, Tom.

Hope so. - Good.

Ron, could I have a word, please?

- What, now?

- Please.

- I'm mounted.

- Well, preferably unmounted.

- What am I supposed to do with the horse?

- Hitch it to the rail, like they do in westerns.

- Sergeant, this is a very valuable animal.

I'm not going to leave him unattended.

- Well, Sergeant Troy will attend to it.

Won't you?

(horse whinnies)

- All right, so Gurdie was probably murdered,

and near the place where the tramp used to sleep.

But that doesn't even begin to prove

that Billy Gurdie didn't kill the tramp.

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

- All I'm suggesting is that, at the very least,

it's possible that the two murders are connected,

which means that I have to reexamine the death of the tramp.

Ben Gurdie must have been killed for a reason.

- Or by a psychopath.

- Ron, if there is a psychopath on the loose,

he may also have killed the tramp.

- Billy Gurdie killed the tramp.

(door clacks)

- Excuse me.

Coffee?

- No.

- No thank you, Betty.

- I'm sure the sergeant would like one.

Bit chilly out there this morning.

- Anyway, Ron, I don't think it could've been a psychopath.

No psychopath would bother to make it

look like a suicide, would he?

- If someone else shot him,

then Ben Gurdie must have given him his gun.

Why would he do that?

- Perhaps he was threatened with another gun.

Or he might have known the other person well enough

to have had no worries about handing it over.

To go back to the tramp...

- [Ron] Yes?

- You could find out nothing at all about him?

- Nothing.

We've distributed his fingerprints and dental details,

and we've had nothing back.

We know he was in the village shop

just before 11 that morning.

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

According to the doc, he died somewhere

between 11 o'clock in the morning and two in the afternoon.

- And nobody saw him after he left the village?

- Nope.

- But the hunt went pass the spot where he was found?

- [Ron] Yes.

- At about midday?

- Yes.

Look, these people had nothing to do with it.

Tom, I have to live in this village.

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

- Well, I can't help that, Ron.

I've got two dead bodies in the morgue.

- Yes. Yes, of course.

- When did Linda Wagstaff say she found the body?

- Don't ask me.

"In the night," she said.

Anyway, she didn't tell anyone.

"None of my business," she said.

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

Henry Carstairs reported it.

The taxidermist.

(ominous music)

- It was 7:52 a.m.

when I found the tramp.

- That's very precise.

- I'm always precise about finding corpses.

One has to be.

One has to time the process right.

- And you came across the body quite by accident, yeah?

- I had no reason to be looking for it.

It was a terrible sight.

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

Very big in Japan.

Got to finish another fox.

Everybody wants a fox.

It's the lollipop of the taxidermy trade.

- Mr. Carstairs, when I asked you if you were in the woods

the night Ben Gurdie was killed...

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

but, in fact, he was murdered.

- Good heavens, why?

- Well, that we have to discover.

You said you were "in the area."

What did you mean by that?

- Well, it wasn't precisely in the woods, just round about.

- But you said you found a mink that night.

So surely, you could be very precise.

- Completely stupid of me.

Yep.

8:27.

Ashley Dell.

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

Course, as soon as I found this little treasure,

I came straight home.

- And you stayed in all evening?

- [Henry] Indeed I did.

Had the initial preparation to do.

Give the skin a good clean up, that kind of thing.

- Do you live on your own?

- That's why they call me Handbag Henry.

(objects rattling)

Though, what they imply is very far from the truth.

I'm a ladies man.

I've just never found somebody

that I fancied who would fancy me poor.

Now, have I had inherited the Tranter estate--

- How would you have done that?

- Well, my uncle was Grahame Tranter's grandfather.

He was a very rich man.

He died without leaving a will,

so the inheritance should have gone to his son, Simon.

But Simon disappeared 30 years ago.

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

- But she said he was dead.

- May or may not be.

He just walked out.

Week after he left,

Marcia discovered she was having a child.

After the statutory seven years were up,

she had her husband declared legally dead.

So when my uncle died without leaving a will,

the inheritance went to her son, Grahame.

- So how could you have inherited?

- In intestacy, Sergeant.

Where there's no will,

the inheritance goes to the nearest blood relative.

After Grahame, I was next in line.

And there were some who suggested

that I was nearer than that.

Meantime, I must make my fortune the best way I can.

(eye clacks)

(gentle music)

(car door clacks)

(car door thuds)

(ominous music)

- Oh, God.

Yes?

- I've done the work.

- How much?

- 50 pounds.

- 50 pounds?

- There's policemen in the woods.

- What are they doing?

- Walking up and down.

Looking.

- Well, that's their job, isn't it?

Give the work to Mrs. Fitzroy.

- Hate him.

(dog barking)

- Murdered?

- Mr. Tranter, you hunted through the woods

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

- No, not me personally.

No, I had a bit of a headache that morning,

so I didn't go out.

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

- No, I didn't go out at all.

- But you did hunt on the day the tramp was killed, yeah?

- Yes, I did.

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

- No, nothing unusual at all.

- Mm.

Do many people use the woods?

- This is private land, Chief Inspector.

We don't allow trespasses.

- But surely, the tramp was trespassing?

- Well, yes, he was.

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

- Well, I intended to.

There didn't seem to be much hurry.

Seemed harmless.

- Harmless?

Just look at all the trouble he's caused.

- And isn't Linda Wagstaff trespassing?

- Well, yes, she is, but she's been there over 30 years.

We tolerate her.

- 30 years.

What's her history?

- I don't know, really.

There was a man there for sometime,

husband, lover, nobody's really sure.

But he moved on and she stayed put.

- I understand Henry Carstairs was in line

to inherit your grandfather's estate,

after your husband disappeared?

- Well, yes, he was.

- I suppose if your father suddenly turned up,

it would all be his.

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

- My husband is officially dead,

and therefore would inherit nothing.

- And there was no news of him at all

from the day he walked out?

- Well, yes.

We have a photograph of Simon

sitting outside a cafe in Antwerp.

He has a girl with him.

They were registered together in the local hotel.

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

- Darling, I was wondering...

I'm sorry.

- Hello, darling.

This is Chief Inspector Barnaby and Sergeant...

- Troy.

- This is my wife, Kate.

- [Tom] Hello, Mrs. Tranter.

- Hello. - It appears that

Ben Gurdie was murdered.

- [Kate] Murdered?

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

Oh, there is one more question, Mrs. Tranter.

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

do you mind telling me where you were going

when you drove past the kennels, about nine o'clock?

- Past the kennels? - Mm.

Mrs. Gurdie says she saw you.

- Well, she must be mistaken.

My wife went to the cinema the night before last,

with an old girlfriend.

What was it you saw?

- Oh, that sci-fi.

- Yeah, "Silver Planet."

- Yes.

- Well, thank you.

I'm sorry to have troubled you.

Thank you again.

- [Marcia] It's our Hunt Founder's Party tonight.

- And he has it here, does he?

- The hunt founder has been dead for nearly 200 years.

The party is in tribute to him.

Would you walk this way,

as though you were looking at the garden.

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

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

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

Grahame's far too besotted to notice.

He met her on holiday about two years ago,

just after he'd inherited and she got herself pregnant,

on purpose, I'm sure, by him, I presume, and he married her.

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

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

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

and Ben Gurdie found them in flagrante delicto,

then the lover may have wanted to silence Ben.

- Did you ever play that game, sir?

You know, name the woman you wouldn't go to bed with

for a million pounds?

(laughs)

(gentle music)

There we are, sir.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

(Gavin sighs) Oh, come on, Troy.

It's a lovely day.

- [Gavin] Well, if you say so.

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

In flagrante whatnot?

- It's happened before.

Grahame Tranter's a rich man.

His wife's got a lot to lose.

- Yeah, but if we think the same person murdered both,

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

- It was unlikely, I agree.

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

What's that?

- What's what?

- That.

- Chicken korma.

- In a sandwich?

- The world's moved on from cheese and tomato, sir.

It's lovely.

(tone ringing)

(phone clicks)

- [James] Fitzroy.

- James, it's me.

Listen, they've discovered that Ben Gurdie was murdered.

- Good God.

I heard they were back in the woods this morning.

- James, this means that they might--

- Marcia, shut up.

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

Things are tricky enough without...

Well, goodbye.

(ominous music)

- Bottle tops from across the years.

Look at that, Troy.

That is an original Tizer stopper.

(Gavin chuckles)

- [Gavin] Bird and animal bones.

- What do you reckon to that?

- Fox, dog.

Perhaps it's where they bury their old hounds.

- There was something here, sir.

Not quite sure.

Might be of interest.

- Good God.

The headless woman.

- Dirty-minded schoolboys out in the woods.

- [Tom] You speak from experience, do you, Troy?

- [Gavin] Mm-hm.

- Where did you find this?

(ominous music)

Nothing else here?

- [Sergeant] No, sir.

- Gavin, drop that off to the lab.

Get it fingerprinted, then copied.

- Copied, sir?

- [Tom] Well, done, Sergeant.

Think we're on track.

(people laughing) (people chattering)

(ominous music)

(elegant music)

- Ah, this is very nice.

- Yes.

Yes, it is.

- Very good punch.

- Yes.

- Mm. - Just the fiver, yeah.

- Excellent. - Excellent, thank you.

(James chuckles)

(James coughs)

Oh, God.

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

(Sarah chuckles)

Go easy on the drink.

You know how silly you get.

(James chuckles)

- [Ron] Hello, James.

- Nice to see you. - Sarah.

- Hello, hello, Betty.

- Lovely party.

- Oh, good, good.

(James chuckles)

How's the investigation going?

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

I'm retired.

(chuckles) - Hm.

- Damned pity that.

That Barnaby chap takes his time a bit, doesn't he?

- Well, he has his methods.

- James.

Excuse me.

Can I have a word about the raffle?

- Yes, of course.

Would you excuse us?

Business.

(James chuckles)

- You're avoiding me.

- I'm not, I promise I'm not.

- What happened in London?

- Please, Marcia, can we talk about this later?

- And what's the prize, then?

For the raffle.

- Oh.

It's a famous fox.

Caught in 1932, I believe.

- [Ron] Oh.

Very nice.

- Yes.

- Well, we'd best have some tickets.

(people laughing)

- Top up, please.

Lovely, thank you.

(gentle music)

Hello, Marcia.

Been playing hooky?

- Oh, hardly, Katherine.

I'm the hostess.

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

- Ah. Great party.

- Ooh, what lovely earrings.

They new? - Mm.

Grahame bought them for me last week.

Sweet, isn't he?

- Yes.

- Excuse me.

(mysterious music)

(door clacks) (door creaking)

(door thuds)

(footsteps treading)

- [Ron] There's a queue at both the loos.

- I'll ask if there's

another one. - No.

I'll find it.

(gentle music)

- [James] Please, for God's sake, Marcia.

I'm doing what I can.

There's no danger.

Why should there be?

He can't last much longer.

Now, now, come on, dear, we're the hosts,

let's get back to the party, yeah?

(door clacks)

(ominous music)

(gentle music)

(sighs)

(urine splashing)

(zipper zips)

(mysterious music)

(suspenseful music)

(elegant music)

(dogs barking)

- Your mother's in heaven on mornings like this.

I don't know what she'll do if she gets up there

and finds the good Lord's anti-hunting.

- [James] Welcome to the Marshwood, Ron.

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

- Good, good.

Enjoy the party last night, did you?

- Yes, excellent.

- [James] Good, good.

Walk on.

- Oi, oi!

- [Gavin] How often do that lot go hunting, sir?

- [Tom] Hm, two or three times a week.

- Don't any of them have proper jobs?

Looks like she's in. (singing in foreign language)

- Must know more than she's told us, Troy.

I'm sure of it. Hey.

That's Puccini.

"Madama Butterfly."

Shh.

(triumphant music)

(horn wailing)

- Do you consider it good manners

to look through people's windows?

- I'm sorry, we're policemen.

We're nosy.

Couldn't help noticing the photograph.

- That has nothing to do with you.

- [Tom] No, I didn't say it is, it's--

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

I know my rights.

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

Sure you do.

I wanted to ask you about the time

just before the death of the tramp.

Did you notice if anyone ever came to see him?

- I don't know.

- Or if he ever met up with anyone?

- I don't know.

- Or if he sometimes left the woods,

perhaps to visit somebody?

- I don't know!

I don't know.

- Perhaps we shouldn't have mentioned that photograph.

Really clammed her up.

- I'm aware of that.

- Think that was her lover?

- Yeah, quite probably.

- Amazing, isn't it?

Him fancying her.

- Yeah, well, I daresay she didn't always look like that.

People do change as they get older, Troy, even you.

- Yeah, I suppose so.

(Gavin laughs)

Could even be her in that nude picture.

(Gavin laughs)

(Gavin sighs)

(gentle music)

(horn wailing)

(horse whinnying)

- Whoa!

Ho! (horse whinnies)

Whoa!

Whoa!

(horse whinnies) Whoa!

(horse whinnying)

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

(horse whinnies)

(thuds loudly) (horse whinnies)

(sombre music)

- [Tom] I'm so sorry, Betty.

- I had, you know,

I had a bad feeling about this place,

but he was so full of it all.

He's not...

He wasn't really a snob.

It's just he liked to see himself

mixing with those sort of people.

And the hunting,

well, he's always wanted to do that.

- It was an accident, Betty.

Horse bolted.

It could happen to anyone.

- He did have something on his mind.

I don't know what it was,

but at the party, he'd been outside to relieve himself.

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

- Did he give you a clue?

- He wouldn't tell me what it was.

But I think it might have been something

that suggested he'd been wrong.

Oh, Tom.

Oh, Tom!

(crying)

- Poor Betty.

- Yes.

She really, really loved him.

God, what a bloody awful day.

Cully still rehearsing, is she?

- Oh, yes, it's the opening soon.

Must keep that first night free.

- Oh, yes, right, right, right.

(phone ringing)

- I'll say you're not here.

- No, no, I'll get it.

Hello? Barnaby.

Right.

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

That was the vet.

Ron Pringle's horse was doped.

Ron Pringle was murdered.

According to the vet, it was a tranquilliser dart,

which would have the effect of making the muscles convulse,

causing the horse to bolt before it was tranquillised.

- Why?

- Something happened at that party the night before,

when he went outside, or on his way back.

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

(gentle music)

(engine rumbles) - Hi, sweetheart!

- [Tom] Any luck?

- [Gavin] Nobody saw a thing.

- Look what I found in the summerhouse.

- [Gavin] What is it?

- [Tom] What's it look like? - Well, it looks like a--

- [Tom] It is.

It's the corner of a contraceptive packet.

It was just under the chair.

- So you think somebody slipped out from the party

for a bit of the other?

- It's possible.

- Kate Tranter and her lover?

- If he exists.

We've found no proof.

- [Gavin] And Ron Pringle saw them and they saw he saw them,

and the lover killed him.

- Yeah, it could fit,

but how would that tie up with the other murders?

- [Gavin] As Marcia said,

Ben Gurdie might have seen them as well.

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

I mean, they may as well got and do it on the village green.

No, no, no, don't think it's as straightforward as that.

- [Gavin] I picked this up at the station.

Report on the photograph.

First, fairly obviously,

it was taken on a badly angled self timer.

- That would explain the cutting off the head.

- Mm-hm.

Second, they've matched the fingerprints.

- They were the tramp's. - Did you think they would be?

- Didn't you?

- Well-- - Yes, I've always believed

there was blackmail somewhere on the agenda,

which would mean what, Troy?

- What?

- Well, you wouldn't get very far

trying to blackmail somebody with this, would you?

There must have been more pictures hidden in that tree,

and this one accidentally got left behind.

The others will have heads on them,

and may possibly involve another person.

- So either person in the photographs

could be being blackmailed.

- Or someone who was connected in some way

with the people in the photograph.

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

Oh, what the hell is it?

- [Policeman] Excuse me, sir.

There's a fax for you.

It's from Holland, sir.

- Thanks, sir.

Oh, good God.

Mrs. Tranter, I've just had a communication

from the Dutch police.

In January 1971, they arrested a man for dangerous driving

and he went to prison for seven days.

They took his fingerprints and they kept them on record.

Now, those prints match those of the tramp.

That man was your husband, Simon Tranter.

(sombre music)

Would you like to sit down?

- Thank you.

Could he be Simon?

- Well, we believe so and as do Dutch Police, so.

How tall was he?

- Five feet 11, I think.

- Yes, he's five 10.

- Could it be proved one way or the other?

- Oh, yeah.

Quite simply.

If your son would agree to a DNA test.

- I never met him, of course.

He treated my mother very badly, I'm aware of that.

He was my father, and dear God, to end up like that.

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

- No.

No.

I saw him once or twice from a distance,

but, of course, he looked nothing like...

The last picture that I have of him.

Mother doesn't like it on show, so.

Anyway...

- It's the photograph I told you about,

the one taken by the private detective.

I did think of going after him,

but my pride wouldn't let me.

- No, Chief Inspector,

I have no objection at all to the test.

Sooner the better.

- [Lady Bracknell] A handbag?!

- Yes, Lady Bracknell.

It was in a handbag, a somewhat large,

black leather handbag with handles to it.

An ordinary handbag, in fact. (Sarah laughing)

- [Lady Bracknell] In what locality did this Mr. James,

or Thomas Cardew, come across

this ordinary handbag? - Shh!

Hold it.

Hold it.

I must ask you to leave the theatre.

(Sarah cries)

- I'm so sorry.

- Don't be silly.

- It was so kind of the director to let me watch

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

And then you're so kind to let me sit in here

when I should have gone home,

but I couldn't go home like that.

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

I never used to be.

The truth is, sometimes, I never want to go home again,

to that awful man and that bloody woman

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

And I'm frightened, Cully.

There's been three murders, why not four?

- Now, did she actually say she thought her husband

and Marcia were tied up with the murders?

- No, it's more the impression I got.

- Well, what did she actually say?

- She said they've been behaving very strangely recently,

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

And that he goes to London more and more often.

- What for?

- A charity committee, he says.

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

He went on Thursday and he's going again tomorrow.

- Another woman?

- She used to think so,

but then she overheard Marcia telling him

he must go to London again.

She says Marcia wouldn't tell him to go

and see another woman.

Marcia wants him all to herself.

(ominous music)

(doorbell ringing)

- [Henry] Hello, late caller.

Come for cocoa?

- Oh, don't be stupid.

Let me in.

You know what I'm here for.

- [Henry] But do you have your share of the bargain?

- 50,000.

- Well, that was easy, wasn't it?

Business complete.

(gentle music)

- We'd better give him plenty of space,

we don't want to be seen.

- Oh, right.

(engine whirring)

- [Gavin] But if her husband was legally dead

and couldn't claim the inheritance,

why would Marcia Tranter kill him?

Or get him killed?

- If she did.

- And where's the blackmail?

And where does Fitzroy come into all this?

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

Well, well.

So what's all that about?

- He must be visiting somebody.

- Good guess, Troy.

- Perhaps the woman in the photograph.

I'm not joking, sir.

She'd be about the right age now.

- Yeah, well, I suppose it's possible.

(gentle music)

Oh, good God.

How stupid can I get?

- What?

- Get out.

- Sir?

- When Fitzroy leaves, you go inside,

find out what he was doing there.

I've got to see Linda Wagstaff.

Go on.

- How am I gonna get back?

- Well, hitch a lift.

Go on.

(Gavin sighs) (engine whirring)

(gentle music)

(car door clacks)

(car door thuds)

- Mr. Fitzroy is such a considerate and generous man.

Fred Rodale is an ex-employee of his

and Mr. Fitzroy pays for all of his expenses

and visits him so often too.

Unfortunately, Mr. Rodale is seriously fading

and wandering in his mind, poor man.

So you won't get much from him, I'm afraid.

Mr. Rodale, you have a visitor.

(thrilling music)

(handle rattles)

- Yes.

Search the woods for her.

If you find her, call me at once.

I'll get out a description.

- How are the hounds, sir?

- They're fine.

Fine.

- Never, never, never forget that day.

I thought the hounds were going mad that day.

Mad.

Mad.

Sir.

Sir.

Sir.

Sir, the hounds are going berserk.

I was out exercising with them

and they found, they found,

they found something. (dogs barking)

Was the hounds, and I never said.

You've always been so good to me, sir.

I swear.

I swear.

I swear I never said.

- Never said what, Fred?

(mumbles)

- Who are you?

- Hello, darling.

Come on, come on.

Charlotte.

Mr. Tranter's at a business meeting in Causton,

and he won't be back until late,

so I'm gonna take Harry out for a while.

- Oh, where, Mrs. Tranter?

- I don't know, just out.

(gentle music)

- Taken him where? - She didn't say, sir.

- Well, didn't you ask her, for goodness sake?

- She just said...

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

- Darling, you had me worried.

Didn't know where you were.

- You said you'd be late.

- Oh, I got fed up.

Where's Harry?

(gentle music)

(knocking)

(door clacks)

- Excuse me.

Do you know what dressing room Michael's in?

- Michael? - Michael Darrow.

- I'm afraid there isn't a Michael Darrow

in this production.

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

(people chattering)

- Evening, Mrs. B.

- [Joyce] Evening, Gavin.

- Right. Let's go in.

- [Joyce] Right.

(ominous music)

- Michael? (knocking)

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

Is that my suit?

Yes, of course it is.

What on Earth are you doing?

- It's Michael's!

- [Tom] So what's it all about?

- [Gavin] Well, whatever it is, the old boy

seems to have nightmares about it.

- And Fitzroy's scared stiff

that while his mind's wandering,

he might say something he shouldn't.

- As he almost did to me, yeah.

There is one possible clue, though, sir.

- What's that?

- I popped into the station on the way here.

They've just finished the report on those things they found

in the search of the wood.

There were several dog bones.

- What, from hounds that were shot?

- Yeah, there was also something else.

Fragments of a human collar bone.

- Harry's quite safe, Grahame.

Taking him with me.

- Oh, Kate, please, please don't take him.

Please don't go.

- I've had enough, okay?

Of you, of this place, your mother.

I've had it!

I want a new life.

- With Dave Hedges?

With him?

Look, I know about him, Kate.

You don't have to give him up.

You can carry just as you are,

just as long as you stay with me.

(chuckles)

- You're pathetic.

- For God's sake!

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

He thinks you'll get half my money!

- [Kate] I'll get my share of it.

- If you run off with him,

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

- Oh, I think you'll be generous.

Don't forget I've got Harry to trade.

- I am always smart.

Am I not, Mr. Worthing?

- [Man In Black] You are quite perfect, Miss Fairfax.

- Oh, I hope I am not that.

It should leave no room for developments,

and I intend to develop in many directions.

(audience laughing)

- Now, please, out of my way.

- I'll kill you before I let you go.

(Kate sighs)

- Don't be stupid, Grahame.

- I will.

I'll kill you.

- Charlotte.

Charlotte?

Would you take my case for me, please?

I'm going away for a couple of days.

- Yes, Mrs. Tranter. - Thank you.

Goodbye, Grahame.

- [Man In Black] You never talk anything but nonsense.

- [Man In Brown] Nobody ever does.

(audience laughing)

(audience applauding)

- [Tom] Thank you.

- [Joyce] It's going well, isn't it?

- [Gavin] Mm.

- Very well.

- Cully's very good, isn't she?

(Joyce chuckles)

Ooh, look, there's some pictures

from the last time they did it.

1970.

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

Oh, she's nowhere near as...

What's the matter?

(singing in foreign language)

- Michael Darrow.

- [Joyce] What's wrong?

- Good God.

That's it.

- He's beautiful.

That's when he fell in love with me.

It weren't him out there, couldn't be.

He wasn't beautiful.

He was filthy, he was horrible!

Wasn't him.

- Wasn't who, Linda?

- Wasn't him.

- You must tell me, Linda.

Who wasn't who?

- Yes, of course, yeah.

Right away.

Oh, that was Marcia.

There's a problem with Grahame.

I've got to go and help her out.

- James.

I want a divorce.

- Don't be stupid, Sarah.

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

- I won't be here when you get back.

(door thuds)

- [Tom] Marcia gave her the shawl quite recently.

- [Gavin] Marcia, you mean it's a photograph of Marcia?

- And the tramp wasn't Simon Tranter,

he was an actor called Michael Darrow.

- Who? - He met Linda Wagstaff here.

She used to be the wardrobe mistress,

and when the company packed up,

she lived with him in the railway carriage.

- [Gavin] And she didn't recognise him when he came back?

- Oh, he told her who he was all right.

But he'd been so good-looking

and she'd been so crazy about him,

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

- [Gavin] But how did he know Marcia?

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

He must have had an affair with Marcia.

That's when he took the pictures.

- So why'd he leave?

- Remember that photo, supposed to be Marcia's husband?

I'm pretty sure that that was Michael Darrow.

- Pretending to be Simon Tranter?

- Well, looked enough like him to be able

to use his passport.

And he'd be very well-paid to do it.

- Yeah, but why?

- Because I bet Simon Tranter is buried in the woods.

That's what your collar bone's about.

Part of what the hounds dug up.

- You're better off without her Grahame.

- She's taken Harry.

- But we'll get him back.

The lawyers will see to that.

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

- "A slut like her"?

My God, that's good coming from you.

- What do you mean?

- I've seen the pictures, Mother.

Those disgusting pictures of you with that man.

(cellphone rings)

(thunder crackles)

(cellphone beeps) - Barnaby.

Oh, thank you.

(cellphone beeps) To Marshwood.

(engine whirs)

They had a call from Grahame Tranter's wife.

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

She says he threatened to kill her.

- Well, lots of people say--

- And they've also had the results of the DNA test.

Grahame Tranter is related to the tramp.

- So the actor is his father?

- Certainly is.

- That means he's lost everything.

- I think so, and if he knows it, and I think he does,

he's killed three times, he could kill again.

- He said I wasn't entitled to the inheritance.

I wasn't a blood relation, he said.

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

I know Kate married me for the money,

she'd only stay with me for the money.

My life's nothing without her and Harry.

I didn't know what to do,

and then suddenly, I had the chance to kill him.

(mumbling)

Go.

(screams)

(clanks loudly)

(screaming)

(horse whinnies)

(log thudding)

- [Gavin] I can see why he'd want to kill the tramp,

but why Ben Gurdie?

- Well, Gurdie probably caught him doing something,

looking for something.

Photographs?

- I searched the body, but he didn't have the photographs.

I had to have them.

I knew they had to be hidden somewhere.

(flashlight clicks)

He asked me what I was doing.

I said something stupid about looking for badgers.

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

But I was the boss,

and when I asked to see his gun, he just handed it to me.

Dutifully.

(gun fires)

(birds squawking)

- And Pringle?

- The cinema.

- What?

- My wife went to the cinema the night before last,

with an old girlfriend.

What was it you saw?

- Oh, that sci-fi.

- Yeah, "Silver Planet."

- Yes.

- [Tom] He was covering for her.

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

Suppose it was Kate and her lover in the summerhouse.

- And Ron Pringle saw them.

- Mm.

Not just that.

(ominous music)

- He saw them.

He saw!

(crying)

- He's so obsessed with her,

he could put up with her being unfaithful to him,

but not with Pringle seeing it.

- He killed Pringle for her.

- Yeah, and now she's left him.

- It's all right, darling.

It's all over.

The police think that tramp was Simon.

The tests will prove that you're his son

and everything will be as it was before.

- As before?

- Yes, of course, darling.

Now, forget about those silly photographs.

Henry Carstairs found them and I bought them from him.

Everything will be as it was

before you brought that girl here.

We'll get Harry back and we'll bring him up together.

- You don't understand, do you?

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

I want her and Harry.

I don't want you.

- Now, steady on, old boy.

She is your mother, you know.

(James chuckles)

- What's he doing here?

- I asked him to come.

- What the hell for?

- Have they got the results of the test yet?

Have they found out whether the tramp wasn't Simon?

- No, the tramp wasn't Simon.

The tramp was my father.

- Grahame.

- What on earth are you talking about?

- The tramp was my father,

a man called Michael Darrow.

There's pornographic pictures of them together.

- But you told me...

You swore to me.

- Oh, dear Lord.

Did she tell you you were my father?

(chuckles)

What a disgusting lot you are.

- Oh, shut up!

Of course, I'm your father!

Well, Simon Tranter was sterile!

He knew he was sterile!

And when your mother was pregnant,

that's why we had to...

- Why you had to kill him.

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

Excuse me.

- What did you tell him for?

- Why'd you lie to me?

You made me kill a man.

You made me kill him for no reason at all.

(ominous music)

- Grahame.

Don't.

- You ruined it for me, Mother.

I had two loves.

Because of you, they're both gone.

- She'll bring him back to you, darling.

- The police aren't stupid.

They'll find out who I am.

- She'll bring him back to you anyway.

- Not with you here, Mother.

- Mr. Fitzroy.

Mr. Fitzroy.

I'd like to ask you some questions

concerning the disappearance--

(gun fires)

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, God. (door thuds)

- [Tom] Get a doctor.

(cellphone beeping)

- She made me kill Simon.

She made me kill him.

(car door thuds) (engine whirring)

(thrilling music)

(thunder crackles)

(ominous music)

- Get away, you.

She's coming with me!

(Grahame grunts)

- Oh, my God.

- Don't be stupid, Mr. Tranter.

- [Grahame] Stupid?!

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

neither of them are.

Now, get out the way, Dave.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

- Who are you gonna hurt, then?

Us?

- [Grahame] Put him down.

- It's Daddy, Harry.

It's Daddy. - Put him down!

- No.

(ominous music)

- All right, then.

(Kate crying)

All right.

All right, then.

- Grahame, please!

(Kate crying) (Grahame groaning)

(car whirring)

(Grahame groaning)

No, Grahame, please!

(Grahame groans)

(Kate crying)

- [Tom] Are you all right?

- [Kate] Yes.

(Harry crying)

(ominous music)

(mysterious music)

(grass rustling)

(sombre music)

- Are you sure you're going to be all right on your own?

- I'm looking forward to it.

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

"Who's that mysterious lady in cabin 82?"

(Sarah chuckles) - Well, you take care.

- [Cully] Yes.

- Oh, you've been so kind.

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

- Bye-bye. - Oh, thank you.

- [Cully] Have a safe trip.

- [Sarah] Goodbye, kiss some more.

(gentle music)

(horn wails)

- I've got some spare time!

What say we take your mother out to lunch?

- How about that new French place?

The Gastronomique?

- I'll settle for a steak and chips at The Fox and Hounds.

(mysterious music)