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(water babbling) (dramatic music)

(people laughing)

- [Club Member] Oh, absolutely.

- [Isobel] Are you walking?

- [Derrick] Will you just leave it.

- No, I will not leave it.

What do you mean limited skills?

- Well-- - I've won the casting final

three times in a row, and you call my skills limited.

How dare you?

(hand smacks) Ah! (gasps_

- Is that any better?

- Isobel.

- She hit me.

- Come on, Isobel.

I'll give you a lift.

- She hit me, Derrick.

Aren't you going to do something?

(couple laughing)

(dramatic music)

(ducks quacking)

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Ooh, ah, ah, ah, ah, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ah ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, ah, oh, oh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ah, ah, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

- Ah, Troy, spot of breakfast?

- Oh, morning, sir.

Actually, I'm about to take a statement.

A woman who wants to press charges of assault

against Isobel Hewitt.

- Isobel Hewitt, well, the Jaguar-owning pensioner.

- The very same.

Seems there was a bit of a barney

at the Midsomer Fly Fishers last night.

- I'm with you.

- It wasn't as if she was provoked.

I was the one who was provoked.

- Mrs. Hewitt provoked you?

- She told me I fish more downstream than up.

The River Amble is a strictly dry fly and upstream nymph.

- Right, and where did this happen?

- Outside the Old Fisherman.

Perhaps I should explain.

My husband Derrick, he's club secretary,

called a special meeting.

We've been finding weighted lures caught

in overhanging branches on the river,

the sort of thing you find in gravel pits.

Anyway, he wanted to spell out the rules,

particularly to the newcomers like Isobel, and make it clear

that anyone caught using such unsporting tactics

would be ejected from the club on the spot.

- Oh, I see.

- And did anyone suggest that Isobel was responsible

for the weighted lures?

- No, of course,

it is odd that they've only started to appear

since she joined the club.

And she has caught an extraordinary number

of fish, some very big ones.

- And that might have been mentioned

in front of Mrs. Hewitt?

- The point is Isobel Hewitt assaulted me.

I have witnesses.

Doctor Goff was there, he'll tell you.

And I intend to press charges.

- [Rebecca] Assault outside a pub?

- The woman was hysterical.

Someone had to do something.

- What's going to happen next?

We're used to the endless speeding fines

and parking tickets, but physical assault.

It's all over the village.

But that's not what we came around here to discuss, Melrose.

- Yes, the thing is, Aunt Isobel--

We can't go on paying off your overdraft.

You are consistently spending more than you've got.

We're not a bottomless pit.

- I'm sorry, darling.

I'm just not very good at finances.

Perhaps you could get Quentin over.

- No, we will not get Quentin over.

- He's got one of those calculator things.

(upbeat music)

- [Leo] Hey, Quentin, still making a living?

- Hello, yeah, just about.

To what do we owe the pleasure?

- I'm moving him back to the village.

Andrew is taking me to look at a house.

You mind keeping your eye on

for a Georgian dining table, 10-seater?

- I've got the very one.

- Though you might, be in touch.

(toy squeaking)

- You shouldn't worry so much.

Something will turn up.

It always does.

- No, it will not.

You'll have to sell the car.

You have no alternative. (bell ringing)

- Is Isobel Hewitt at home?

Isobel, I've come to say a very belated thank you.

Leo, Leo Bantam.

You and your husband helped my business

out of a tight spot years ago

when no one else would lend me a bean.

- I am afraid I'm a little hard-pressed at the moment,

if you wanted a further injection.

- Oh, no, (laughs) it's not that.

No, I sold the business.

Did rather well actually.

And as I was passing, I thought I'd drop by

and let you know that your shares are now worth a bit.

Not a huge amount, probably 20 grand or so.

- 20.

- [Leo] Not a bad return on 2,000.

- Not at all bad.

How sweet of you to come and tell me.

Can I give you a drink?

- Actually, I'm just off to look at a house

and we're late already.

I'm moving back to the village.

- Oh, lovely, we'll see you again then.

- Yep, these are for you.

- Oh, how gorgeous.

Rebecca, look, aren't they gorgeous?

(upbeat music)

(horn honks)

You're just in time.

- What are we celebrating?

- Getting the ghastly Rebecca off my back.

There couldn't be a better reason than that.

(car engine roars)

- There are some of the VE Day celebrations (laughs)

and one or two others.

Just ignore the ones of my sculptures.

I don't think they'll be of any interest.

- No, they're great, thank you.

(car engine roars)

So if you know of anyone else with early photos,

that would be absolutely--

- She's gonna kill someone one of these days.

You should try Isobel Hewitt.

She'll have some photographs.

Her triumphs at Silverston.

- Bloody hell, I knew fishermen were mad,

but I suppose I'll have to get a statement

from Isobel Hewitt.

- Yes, I'll come with you.

We can call in on Cully on the way.

(birds chirping)

(aeroplane engine roars)

(upbeat music)

(car engine roars)

- Woo-hoo, woo-hoo! (Isobel laughs)

(tyres squealing)

Woo-hoo!

- [Tom] Can you stop the car a minute, Troy?

- [Gavin] What, here?

- Yeah, just pull over.

Turn the engine off.

(engine roaring)

Don't think Isobel Hewitt will be at home.

That's her Jaguar.

Straight six, twin cam.

- Oh, come on, sir.

You can't tell that from here.

- Carry on.

- She insisted on pressing charges.

Nothing I could say would change her mind.

I've never seen my wife so willful.

- Still, I bet there's a few people won't be sorry

to see Isobel Hewitt get our comeuppance.

- Keith, the renewal for the lease of the fishing rights

is coming up.

You know what stickler Sir Harry is for correct form.

- I hear Midsomer Fly Fishers

are still using weighted lures on river.

Old Sir Harry won't be too pleased.

- I don't think Sir Harry's interested in malicious gossip

from a sacked keeper with a criminal record.

- Easy now.

- Well, you want to try and get that wife of yours

to stop having cat fights outside pub.

Whole village knows about that one.

Certainly, won't do reputation of fly fishers much good.

- [Derrick] Ah, Leo.

- Hello, Derrick, Keith.

So it's true then.

- You are moving back to the village.

- Pint, please, yep, sold the business.

I've been looking at the old manor house this morning.

- You have done pretty well for yourself.

- Better at business than he is with women, eh?

Oh, dear, I think I hit a nerve there.

Forget I said anything.

- I'm surprised you'd come up with a comment like that,

Keith, after that business I heard about your wife

and Duncan Goff.

- What business?

- Oh, Dad, what a nice surprise.

- Is that it?

- Those are the photos I've got so far.

- Can I see? - Go ahead.

Mum's coming out later.

- Oh, good.

- Gavin.

- I didn't know libraries were your thing.

- I kind of got talked into it.

I'm setting up the exhibition in the hall tomorrow.

So what brings you to Malham Bridge?

- Oh, you know, run of the mill stuff,

interviewing an old age pensioner for assault.

- Isobel Hewitt, well, you won't catch her at home.

She just rolled through here in a Jaguar.

Apparently, she likes to practise her skid control

at the old airfield.

(Gavin sighs) What?

- Is your dad ever wrong?

- Keith.

What is it?

- I'm going to ask you a question.

And I'll know if you lie to me.

So think very carefully before you reply.

- Oh. (tyres screeching)

Woo hoo hoo hoo!, sorry, sir.

(upbeat music)

What the hell?

- Can I help you?

- It's all right, Quentin.

It's the Rozzers.

Hello, Tom, have you come to arrest me?

- I'm not sure yet.

Know Sergeant Troy?

- No, we haven't met, hello, Sergeant.

This is Quentin Roka, my friend.

- How do you do?

- What's this about?

- I rather think it's in connection

with my alleged assault on Margaret Seagrove last night.

- Assault? - (laughs) Yes.

It's all complete nonsense.

The woman was hysterical.

- We need to ask you a few questions.

- Oh, don't worry.

We have no secrets, Quentin and I.

- Don't you think you should have a solicitor?

- No, no, Tom's not going to do anything sneaky,

are you, Tom?

Oh, will you join us.

I think we have a couple of spare glasses.

- Ah, no, thanks, thank you all the same.

- Well, of course, of course.

- So what exactly happened outside the pub last night?

- Well, you know, it was quite extraordinary.

We've all heard the expression foaming at the mouth,

but I never actually witnessed it.

- So you just slapped her across the face.

- Yes, well, we, none of us

wanted her bursting a blood vessel.

Though, I can't deny there was a little thrill of pleasure

when I actually made contact.

Well, you've met her.

Ah, but that wasn't the motive.

And that's what you detectives care about, don't you?

(dramatic music)

(wind chimes tinkling)

- I've got to go see old Charlie Fuller.

Painkillers aren't strong enough apparently.

(sighs) And then this Mrs. Anscombe,

so don't bother of our supper, I'll pick up a sandwich.

- Well, make sure you eat something, Duncan.

- Don't wait up.

(dramatic music)

- [Ruth] Well, do you want me to move out?

- You said it was over, didn't you?

- It was over three years ago.

(sighs) Look, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

- Ruthie, I don't blame you.

Not with your delicate mental health

'cause nobody in their right mind could have gone

with that old prat.

That vain, incompetent quack.

I don't blame you.

(Ruth sighs)

- Leo.

(car engine roars)

Oh.

(birds chirping)

- Of course, I'll have to make a detailed examination,

but it looks as though the cause of death in each case

was from a powerful blow to the back of the head.

- The stake must have been taken from the tree planting.

- Which suggests it wasn't premeditated.

- Exactly, see this?

Looks like his cause of death

was pretty similar, I'm just saying.

- I had my line caught in a tree.

I was looking up trying to pull it free.

And just fell over them.

- And you didn't see them earlier on the river?

- They were further upstream.

- So the last time you saw them was at the meeting

at the Old Fisherman Pub, yeah?

- That's right, well, Duncan.

I saw Isobel just yesterday morning.

I took a chap called Leo Bantock round to her house

before going on to see a property.

- Leo Bantock, who's he?

- Businessman, he knew the Hewitts a few years ago.

Wanted to tell Isobel about some shares she had

that had gone up in value, 20,000 pounds.

- You got his number?

- It's in my briefcase.

He's looking at another house tomorrow morning,

the Old Mill.

- Perhaps we could see him there.

- Fine. - What time are you meeting?

- [Andrew] Midday.

- That'll be very useful, thank you.

Will you excuse us?

- I found him fishing further upstream, sir.

- And you are?

- Derrick Seagrove, club secretary.

What's happened here?

- Seagrove?

- Margaret Seagrove's husband?

- Yes.

- I'm DCI Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Troy.

Mrs. Hewitt and Dr. Goff are dead.

- Oh, my God.

I saw them both fishing just, what?

An hour and a half ago.

100 yards upstream.

- That would have been 10 o'clock.

- Yes, I suppose it was, yes.

Is it murder?

- No question, did you see anyone else fishing

on the river this morning? - No.

Just the four of us.

- Didn't see anyone?

- No, not today.

Look, I don't know if it's relevant,

but we've had a problem with poachers of late.

I saw one a couple of weeks ago across the meadows.

Camouflage gear, did a runner.

- What we've got to do first is to establish

whether they were murdered together and for the same reason,

or whether one of them just happened on the murder scene

and was killed to protect the identity of the killer.

In which case, we need to know which one of them

was the real target.

- There's no way the two of them could have a thing going?

I know they were getting on a bit,

but you never know with these wrinklies.

Maybe Quentin got jealous and decided to do him in.

He's weird, that blog.

(bell chiming)

Is there any family who could come

and be with you, Mrs. Goff?

There's my daughter in Causten.

How am I going to tell them?

Oh, Duncan, Issie.

- How well did you know Mrs. Hewitt?

- We were at school together.

- Isobel Hewitt and Dr. Goff, dead as dead.

- Why would anyone want to kill them?

- Well, with Isabel, who knows.

But Dr. Goff, probably one jealous husband too many.

(water burbling) (upbeat music)

- Derrick, what is it?

(children chattering)

- [Tom] Do you feel up

to answering a few questions, Mr. Plunkett?

- Go ahead.

- [Tom] I have to ask you this.

Who benefits from your aunt's will?

(Rebecca giggles)

- Oh, I'm sorry, it's just,

- My aunt Isobel had nothing to leave.

When Kenneth died a few years ago, her husband,

we discovered he'd had a little trouble

with the stock market.

There was nothing.

We helped out by buying the house and contents

on the understanding that she could stay there for the rest

of her natural life.

It gave her a bit of capital.

It was all about board, solicitors, written contract.

- What happened to the capital?

- I wanted her to buy an annuity, but she wouldn't have it.

- She spent it, all of it.

We've been bailing her out for the last year.

- And the 20,000 in shares?

- You heard about that.

Well, it means she dies solvent, but only just,

a big chunk of that money

will be going on settling bills.

- Isobel had no comprehension of economy.

As you can see, we don't exactly live like lords.

It severely stretched us letting her live in that house.

And we've had to scrimp to get by.

Isobel, of course, continued to live the high life.

- I don't think it was quite like that.

- I'm sorry, it was.

I know she's family and you feel you have to be loyal,

but the truth is Isobel was a very manipulative woman.

Men ran around after her and she did nothing in return.

- Which men ran around after her?

- My husband, for one, and Quentin Roka for another.

Her antique dealer playmate.

God knows what was going on there.

- Quentin runs the antique shop near Isobel's.

He often helps her out.

- Wheedling his way into her confidence with the finances.

- Quentin paid the odd bill for her at the Post Office.

That is all.

- Out of the goodness of his heart?

- Yes, I think it probably was.

Anyway, to answer your question,

I am the person who will benefit financially

from Isobel's death in that I now have possession

of my assets.

(dramatic music)

- The Plunketts have the strongest motive.

The house, the land, it's gonna be worth a million or two.

And in the hands of a builder--

- Yeah, but if they had planned it,

they'd have known they were top of the list.

Now, I'm more interested in the windfall.

20,000 coming just the day before the murder.

- Hmm.

- Seems like a bit of a coincidence that doesn't it?

- Well, whatever, Quentin Roka, got to be worth a look.

- I thought you should know, I'm sorry.

(bells chimes)

(people chattering)

- Keith, something terrible has happened.

Duncan and Isobel have been murdered.

Andrew Turner found their bodies by the river.

- When did it happen?

- Between 10 and 11 this morning.

- Thank God for that.

Well, you were here with me.

- [Margaret] Am I a suspect?

- [Tom] We don't have any particular suspects

at this stage.

But I would like you to tell me, please,

where you were between 10 and 11 this morning.

- I was doing housework.

- And you were here all morning?

- This is because of me and Isobel falling out, isn't it?

That's why you are talking to me.

- Oh.

- [Gavin] We're talking to everyone, Mrs. Seagrove.

Can you tell us what you know about Dr. Goff?

Did he have any enemies of the club that you were aware of?

- Not really, I'd say he was generally liked.

- And Isobel, did she have any enemies?

- Besides me, you mean?

- Oh.

- I did not kill her or Dr. Goff.

I may have disliked Isobel, but I could never murder her.

- My condolences about Isobel.

I suppose, as her closest relative,

Melrose will be getting the house.

Perhaps you'll be moving in.

- We already own the house, and have done for years.

Isobel didn't have a bean.

- And it could be a confrontation with a poacher

that got out of hand.

Then there's Margaret Seagrove,

who we know fell out with Isobel.

And we haven't even got to Quentin Roka,

the gay antiques dealer toy boy.

- Wait, could we keep a bit of an open mind on this one?

- The village has lost quite a character in Isobel.

- And what about the doctor?

Was he well liked?

- I suppose so, poor wife.

She was obviously devastated.

It's the bereaved partners that really get to you.

There's something about elderly people being bereaved

when they've, you know, been in love for a lifetime.

Suddenly all alone.

(sombre music)

- So you've not heard about just womanising then, Dr. Goff?

Serial apparently, the night before the murders,

he was seen climbing a ladder to an upstairs window

of his own house at one o'clock in the morning.

Word is his wife locked him out.

- I'll give you 650.

- You'll give me the full asking price.

In fact, no, I won't accept it.

I'm putting an embargo

on all ill-dressed, bad-mannered people.

My furniture deserves more.

Don't come back.

- [Quentin] Bloody right, I won't come back.

- Thank you.

(Quentin sighs)

They can get to you after a while.

To be honest, I'm finding it all a bit hard

to come to terms with.

Have you managed to make any sense of it yet?

- I'd like to ask you some questions, if I may.

When did you last see Mrs. Hewitt?

- It was just before she went fishing.

I went around to breakfast.

I live above the shop here, and I often go to,

used to go to Isobel's for breakfast.

I'd pick up milk and the paper on the way.

It was a bit of a routine.

- Do you have any idea

who might have killed Mrs. Hewitt or Dr. Goff?

H- ave you spoken to Isobel's nephew

and that ghastly wife of his?

- We've spoken to the Plunketts, yes.

- Then you know all about the arrangements

with Isobel's house.

- We know the Plunketts own it.

- The whole thing was a disgrace.

- They didn't mention how much they paid for it?

No, well, I suppose they wouldn't.

It was just after Isobel's husband, Kenneth, died.

Isobel was out of her mind with grief.

And they persuaded her she had to sell it to them.

Rushed it through, paid virtually nothing for it.

The furniture alone was worth twice what they paid.

- They were letting her live there until she died.

- Yes, but at the time that didn't look as

if it would be for very long.

I'd said they were looking for a quick return.

- Why, was she unwell at the time?

- She'd lost the will to live.

She was fading away in front of our eyes.

And then the pneumonia.

Duncan thought it was just a matter of days.

- So what happened?

- I suggested a spin in the Jaguar.

That's all it was.

Frankly, I saw it more as a farewell

to the other great love of her life, besides Kenneth.

It was the first time I'd driven the thing.

We'd just got up to the Wood by Malham Cross,

she said I was driving like an Edwardian governess

and she'd take over.

And she did.

- And that was it?

- Pretty much, Duncan persuaded her

to take up fly fishing again.

She hadn't done it since she was a girl.

She loved it.

She got fitter, stronger, the sparkle returned.

She could have gone on for years.

But somehow, I don't think the Plunketts approved

of her new lease of life.

- Were you due to get anything in the will?

- I doubt it.

Isobel's scarcely had two beans to rub together.

- We have to ask you this.

- Where was I yesterday morning between 10 and 11?

Well, I was here.

Apart from a 10-minute walk to the village shop.

A little after 10, I would think, they'd remember.

Inspector, there was a lot of resentment

in this village toward Isobel.

I think somehow, she reminded them

of everything they were not.

And they didn't like it very much.

- [Tom] Thanks for your time.

- Goodbye.

(dramatic music)

- He should be here shortly.

- He's obviously worth a few bob, this Leo Bantock.

- Oh, I think so.

(people yelling)

- That's enough. - Yeah, that's enough.

- That's it, that's it. - Come on.

- Now, what's all this about?

I'm waiting.

- He's the murderer.

- You're pathetic, she chose me, not you.

That's what this is about.

(men grunting) - Hey, hey!

(people chattering)

- [Tom] Tell you what, Troy, just walk him away.

- Right you, come on.

- Leo, are you all right?

- You're Leo Bantock, are you?

- What of it?

- Right, who was that fella?

The one you accused of being a murderer.

- Keith Scholey, the local restaurateur.

(sighs) I'm sorry.

- What made you believe he's the murderer?

- So stupid, I told him his wife had had an affair

with Dr. Goff.

- And you believe he killed Dr. Goff in revenge?

- I told him only the day before the murders.

Bit of a coincidence, don't you think?

- And what did he mean

when he said she chose him and not you?

- It has nothing to do with it.

(sighs) I used to go out with Ruth, the woman he married,

but that was years ago.

It's nothing, it's nothing to do with this.

Okay, where can I find you?

- I'm staying at the pub.

- Right, and please, stay away from Mr. Scholey, all right?

- He says he was nowhere near the river

at the time of the murders.

- I was in the restaurant with my wife.

And she can back me up.

- Did you confront your wife about the affair Leo Bantock

said she'd had with Dr. Goff?

- She said, "It was over years ago."

And I believe her.

- Did you confront Dr. Goff about it?

- I went round to his house, but he wasn't in.

I told his wife.

- You told his wife.

And how did Mrs. Goff react to it?

- Well, she was upset.

- Which is what you wanted?

- Yes, I was with Keith.

- When did you arrive at the restaurant?

And when did you leave?

- I got there at 10, and helped in the kitchen.

We did lunch.

And I suppose I left about three.

Keith stayed on.

- Right, the affair you had

with Dr. Goff.

- Oh, please, (sighs) it ended three years ago.

And it was never serious.

Duncan was just

a very nice man.

And it was a mistake.

- What about your relationship with Leo Bantock?

(Ruth gasps)

- That happened years ago before I even married Keith.

It's got nothing to do with this.

- Your husband seems to think that Leo resents the fact

that you married Keith and not him.

(dramatic music)

- It all happened a lifetime ago.

- We have to sell all this.

Well, I've got no use for it.

And put the house on the market

straight after the funeral.

- [Melrose] We'll have to think about the arrangements,

drinks after the service.

- [Rebecca] Ah, nobody'll expect more than a glass.

Crate of wine, no more.

- [Melrose] Case.

- [Rebecca] What?

- It's a case of wine.

A crate of beer.

- Whatever, she'll get 12 bottles and be grateful.

- Family only, that's final.

- But Mum, don't you think some of dad's old friends

and patients would like to come pay their respects?

- I will not have a procession of his old flames filing

past the grave, I will not.

(doorbell rings)

- [Tom] Good afternoon,

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Troy.

Are you Mrs. Goff's daughter? - Yes.

- Is your mother at home? - Yes.

Come in. - Thank you.

- [Angela] Mum, it's the police.

- Is this a bad time?

- No, not at all.

- I'd like to speak to your mother alone, please,

if I may, thank you.

Mrs. Goff, we've learned

that Mr. Keith Scholey came around here

to speak to you on the night before your husband's murder.

- What he told me was no surprise.

- Oh, you knew about the affair?

- Not that one specifically,

but my husband had always had something of a wandering eye.

And I tolerated it.

- We've also learned that later on that same night,

your husband was seen climbing into the house

through an upstairs window.

He'd forgotten his keys.

And he didn't want to wake me.

If you think I locked him out, I didn't.

- Mrs. Goff, I couldn't help noticing

"The Vegetarian Society" magazine.

Are you a member?

- Yes, why?

- Just curious, I know your husband was a keen fisherman

and did a bit of shooting.

- We had a live-and-let-live household.

- You didn't eat the trout he caught then?

- Fish may not be the cleverest of God's creatures,

but I think to class them as vegetables is a little unkind.

(dramatic music)

- How goes it?

- What do you think?

- Oh, it's looking good.

- There's one major gap I haven't filled yet,

Isobel Hewitt's obituary, quite a woman,

demon racer, society hostess.

Apparently, there's quite a collection

of photographs up at the house.

Be a pity if we couldn't include some of them.

- Well, ask Melrose, he'll help you out.

- Oh, I nearly forgot.

I heard something else about Dr. Goff today.

Keith Scholey's mother died of cancer last year.

Apparently, Keith blamed him.

Said his mother would've survived

if he'd diagnosed it sooner.

He made official complaints.

And they came to nothing.

Keith said it was a coverup.

(dramatic music)

(thunder rumbling)

(rain pattering)

- [Fisherman] Derrick, you coming to the pub?

Derrick, are you coming to the pub?

(dramatic music)

(curious music)

- I don't know why you're being so ridiculous

about her death, after everything Isobel did.

The way she behaved.

Who are these people?

(bell tolling)

- A bit of a turn out, then.

Isn't that that politician?

- [Tom] Yes, disgraced foreign minister with mistress.

- That one's an actress, isn't she?

Oh, what's her name?

- I don't know.

- Poor old Quentin.

- Did you find anything on him?

- It seems he's managed to keep his record clean, sir.

(dramatic music) (birds chirping)

- [Mourner] This was a lovely service,

wasn't it? - Yes, wasn't it?

- [Rebecca] Thanks, very much.

- Would you excuse me?

May I offer my sincerest condolences, Peregrine Slade.

- We thought we'd keep the service simple.

Hadn't really planned on this many people.

- Yes, yes, I can see.

Would it be terribly forward of me

to contribute a little something to Isobel's sending off?

I have a couple of bottles of her favourite bubbly

in the car.

- Fine.

- And I brought Hastings with me.

He's very keen to help out.

Aren't you, Hastings?

- Right. - Good.

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(water burbling)

(suspenseful music)

(people chattering)

Oh, try the kitchen, Hastings.

It's straight to the back.

Oh, Sandy, old chap, give us a hand, would you?

It's awfully good of you.

- Dixie, I was so sorry to hear.

- Beatrice.

- You must be devastated.

(upbeat music)

- Sounds like a bit of a party, sir.

- Have you heard she didn't even own her own house?

- No!

- Not even a stick of furniture.

(both laughing)

And all those airs and graces.

(woman faintly scatting)

(music drowns out speakers)

- Oh, that's good, you local?

- Chelsea, I had to come down.

I wouldn't be here at all if it wasn't for Issie.

- Really? - Oh, yeah.

Back in the '60s she was my best customer.

I went through a bad patch for a while

with the old cash flow and Issie kept me going.

In fact, she upped her regular order of lobsters

just to keep me in business.

Great lady, loved her oysters.

- This is just so Isobel.

(glass clanking)

- Thank you, please, thank you.

Your lordships, ladies and gentlemen, honourable members,

and not such honourable members.

(all laughing)

I'm sorry, chap.

It's a very sad day for us all.

We're going to miss dear Isobel rather badly.

It's certainly my regret that I didn't see more of her

during the last few years.

I remember telling her how moving out into the country

amongst all the inbreeds and hayseeds,

(people laughing)

how she'd lose touch with her city mates.

And indeed, I was proved right, but we can see today

how her old friends did not forget Isobel.

Now, she may have come to somewhat of a sticky end,

but it should not stop us

from celebrating a well-lived life.

One that I think few of us could hope to match.

To Issie and her talent for life.

- [Mourners] To Issie.

(upbeat music)

- [Cully] I'm so sorry.

- Now you know why Bertie was such a bargain.

- Well, I'm sure it's only something minor.

- You mean nothing fell off this time?

- Listen, thanks, Mum.

I really do appreciate this.

You're a lifesaver.

Well, the man from the garage said he'd be

at least two hours, and I've got to start getting these up.

- Have you got enough for a good show, do you think?

- Well, I hope so.

Still got a few more promised.

I think people have been coming for the gossip

as much as anything else.

- About the murders? - Hmm.

Loads of theories.

Most of them ridiculous.

- Well, I'm sure Tom will sort it all out.

- Mm, with Gavin's help.

- I'm surprised to see you here, Quentin.

Don't cause a scene.

I suggest you leave as quickly as possible, excuse me.

- I think perhaps we should circulate.

(dramatic music)

(people faintly speaking)

- [Derrick] Oh, you decided to come.

- Derrick, I found another weighted lure.

This time in the three-willows stretch.

- You've been to the river?

- Isn't that where you were last night

when you thought someone was watching you?

- Yes.

- And didn't you fish that stretch last thing?

- I'm sorry, I'm not quite with you?

- What if someone is deliberately planting weighted lures

so as to make the Midsomer Fly Fishers look like a bunch

of unsporting gravel-pitters?

Someone who resents being sacked.

Someone who's hoping Sir Harry will spot the lures

when he walks the river.

- Good God.

- Oh, look, so sweet.

The children look lovely in those huge bonnets.

They're so serious.

- With good reason, they're in the workhouse.

Most of them will probably never reach adulthood.

- Well, this one looks cheery.

What are they celebrating?

- The end of the First World War.

Do you know Malham Bridge 15 lost men?

Three from one family alone.

Mrs. Cooper gave me this one.

She said she still remembers her grandmother weeping the day

that would have been her brother's birthday.

- Darling, you sure this isn't getting to you?

- What?

- It's other people's stories, not yours.

You mustn't let it affect you too much.

- That's exactly what you say to dad.

- (laughs) And you are just like him.

(Cully laughs)

(upbeat music)

- It's James Tapsell.

Got to be.

He wants us to lose the lease out of sheer spite.

Now, I'm walking the river with Sir Harry the day

after tomorrow, so we're going to have

to keep around the clock watch.

Catch Tapsell at it.

Can I count on you?

- I think it more likely Isobel was the target.

- When did you last see Isobel?

- I spoke to her by phone the night before she was killed.

She'd just had the most terrible row with a mutual friend.

If you want to hear who, Chief Inspector,

you will have to refill my glass.

- You'd been partners in the antique shop awhile, then?

- Taught him everything he knows.

He was running a bistro when I first met him.

And I had an antique stall, Portobello Road, seven years.

- He was obviously very close to Isobel.

- He knew. (Steve chuckles)

- Can we have a refill here, please?

- [Mourner] Yes, thank you.

- It was Dixie.

She just found out Duncan had been carrying

on with some local woman.

And Isobel, never very big on tact,

told her a few hung truths.

- But Dixie, she knew

about her husband's affairs, didn't she?

- Apparently not, I wouldn't read too much into it though.

They often had flare ups.

It went back a long way.

Isobel went off travelling around the world

with her glamorous diplomat husband.

While Dixie stayed in the village sculpting Labradors,

being a doctor's wife.

- But she was injured.

- Isobel could be quite mischievous.

She liked to tease Dixie.

Anything from her Morris Minor to her vegetarianism.

Dixie's never had any sense of humour about animal welfare.

She used to fall out with Duncan about it as well.

- Excuse me. - Of course.

- It's Beatrice, isn't it?

Isobel told me all about you, I'm Quentin.

- Oh, you're the poodle.

(laughs) Of course, Isobel loved poodles.

Anyway, it's lovely to meet you.

I know you did so much for her, excuse me.

- Sir, I've just been hearing one

or two things about Quentin.

(upbeat music)

It seems Quentin made a bit of a habit

of befriending elderly ladies.

I've just been talking to his old partner, Steve.

When Steve first met him,

Quentin had just inherited several thousand pounds

from a woman who was a customer

at his bistro in Notting Hill.

- How did she die?

- We'll have to check that out.

But the point is Steve reckons Quentin was expected

to make a few bob from Isobel as well.

Had designed the furniture particularly--

- You shouldn't listen to a word that little rat says.

Steve was poison.

He'd been creaming off the profits from the shop.

And that is why Quentin had to get rid of him.

The truth is Quentin saved Isobel's life.

When Kenneth died, Isobel completely lost the will to live.

I was her oldest friend, but I could do nothing.

But then Quentin nursed her when she had pneumonia.

He cheered her up.

He made her laugh.

Without him I think she would have just faded away.

Well, Quentin was very kind to Isobel.

- Is that Isobel?

- Yes, (laughs) with Kenneth.

And that was me.

Believe it or not.

- Mrs. Goff, very glad to have found you here

'cause I wanted to ask you about the argument you had

with Isobel the night before she was killed.

- How did you find out about that?

- You did have an argument

with Isobel that night, didn't you?

- I'm afraid I was not entirely truthful

when I told you that I had always known

about Duncan's affairs.

(dramatic music)

It's not true.

- Just thought you should know.

- Liar, I wanted to see

if Isobel knew anything.

I know Duncan.

He would never do such a thing.

You don't think it's possible, do you?

- I'm sorry, you're saying you had no idea

about Duncan's affairs?

- Affairs, how many affairs?

- Oh God.

I'm sorry, I just assumed you knew.

We all did.

- Are you saying that I've been an object

of public ridicule and pity for my entire married life?

(Dixie sobs)

- Well, darling, if you will marry

a man 10 years your junior.

I mean, really, I don't know what you expected.

You have affairs with younger men.

You don't marry them.

- But we did marry for love.

At least I thought we had.

(upbeat music)

- Hello.

Is it true you're moving back to the village?

- I was intending to.

I'm not sure it's the right thing to do anymore.

All this has shown there's a lot of history here.

I thought I could leave it in the past and move on.

Now I'm beginning to think maybe I should stay in London.

Not that I want to.

There's nothing for me there.

- Don't stay in London.

- I'd prefer it if you didn't talk to my wife.

You're lucky I don't do you for assault and slander.

- I still think you did it.

- [Keith] You watch your mouth.

- If you two are going to start hitting each other again,

you think you could do it outside?

- My good lady wife backs up my alibi.

Didn't they tell you? - What?

You bullied her into lying for you?

- You be careful.

- Look, if you two can't be civil to each other

under the same roof, one of you should leave.

- Well, I'm not going anywhere.

- [Leo] I'll see you tomorrow.

- Not Keith Scholey's biggest fan, is he?

You just missed a bit of a scene there, Chief Inspector.

(dramatic music)

- May I, are you sure?

(music drowns out speakers)

(upbeat music)

- And you can get the chairs?

- Oh, yes.

Still moving back then?

- Have you seen they've already put

the for sale sign outside Isobel's?

- Well, why hang about?

It's what I've been waiting for.

Are you thinking of saving the place from the developers?

Leo, what did you mean yesterday

when you said that Keith had bullied Ruth

into lying for him?

- Oh, I was just being bloody minded.

It's just that I couldn't accept Keith wasn't involved.

- Yeah, but what did you mean exactly?

- Oh, it was just, well,

Ruth had apparently said she was with Keith

in the restaurant at the time of the murders.

It's his alibi.

- In the restaurant?

- That's right, why?

- Nothing.

- Anyway, I've got to go.

(dramatic music)

(children chattering)

- Troy, the old lady that Quentin inherited the money from,

she died of cancer.

- I still think he's dodgy.

- I spoke to the home beat officer at Notting Hill myself.

He remembers Quentin Roka.

Says he's straight as a tie.

Good Morning.

- What can I do for you?

- A few more questions, I'm afraid, Mr. Roka.

- Fire away.

- When you lived in Notting Hill,

we understand you inherited a substantial amount

from an elderly woman you befriended,

a Mrs. Glendenning, is that right?

- I think I can guess where you got this from.

- Is it true?

- What are you suggesting?

- Just answer the question, please.

- Yes, she left me some money.

I liked the woman.

We'd been friends for some time before she became ill.

It was cancer, by the way.

It's not an easy one to fake.

- We know how she died.

- But you think I was tempted to speed up the process

in Isobel's case, is that it?

If I was going to befriend elderly women to get them

to leave me their money,

don't you think I could have picked somebody

a little bit better off than Isobel?

(dramatic music)

- Are you still on for tonight?

I'll pick you up at nine.

- [Quentin] Gwen, do you remember on the day of the murders,

mid-morning, seeing me at the village shop?

- Yes.

- Do you remember what time it was?

- About a quarter past ten.

- Yes, that's what I thought. - Yes.

- Sorry, that was all, thank you.

(suspenseful music)

- What do you think you're doing?

(men grunting)

(siren wailing)

Well, that was very stupid, wasn't it?

A double murder a few days ago, and you go down there

in the dead of night.

- I'm sure it was James Tapsell, that old gamekeeper.

We had to sack him when he'd sold some trout he'd taken

from the river to a fish smuggler in Causton.

And now he's trying to turn Sir Harry against us

out of spite.

But it was him.

I'm sure of it.

- May or may not have been James Tapsell

who was at the river last night, but if it was,

you were lucky to get away with grazes and a bloody nose.

- Well, exactly, he can be violent.

What if Isobel and Duncan had surprised him on the river.

- James Tapsell is one person

who does have a solid alibi for the murders.

He was working in the cellar of the Old Fisherman,

with the landlord, all that morning.

- Yes, well, I don't know about that.

Thing is, I caught him a good'n.

So whoever it was, I wouldn't be surprised

if he didn't have a black eye this morning.

- Mr. Roka, thank you

for coming in.

- I didn't mention, when I told you I had gone over

to the shop that morning, the morning of the murders,

that I had knocked on the door of Keith's restaurant

on the way.

Keith had asked me to lookout for some paintings for him

and I wanted to tell him about one's I'd found.

Anyway, the thing is there was no reply.

- And you didn't think this worth mentioning before?

- Well, there was no one there.

So I don't think it contributed to any alibi.

I suppose I just didn't think it was relevant.

- But you think it's relevant now?

- Well, now that I know

that Keith Scholey said he had been there

at the time, 10:15.

Well, look, I don't know if any of this is

of any importance.

I just thought I'd better tell you.

- Well, I'm not sure where he is.

Is it important?

- It could be.

When did you last see your husband?

- Last night, he stayed out.

- Does he often stay out at night?

- Well, I think he was making a point.

We had a bit of a row.

He sometimes sleeps on the sofa in the restaurant office,

if we've had words.

- That's Scholey's car, isn't it?

- Mr. Scholey, hello.

- Bloody hell, 30 quid for half a lobster.

Well, the mussels aren't bad, a fiver.

(dramatic music)

- Mr. Scholey.

In the middle of cutting up the vegetables, he stopped,

for some reason.

- There's no obvious cause of death.

It's probably asphyxiation or exposure

to the cold of the fridge.

Yeah, soon as you can, thanks.

So someone deliberately shut him in.

- What I don't understand is why he didn't open it

from the inside.

Standard safety features on these walk-in fridges, look.

It's rock solid there.

Oh, look, it's been wedged with a nail.

- Poor sod, thought he'd try calling for help

and dropped his phone.

- Why didn't the murderer just close the door

and put the padlock on?

Why bother wedging the bolt?

- If you'd wedge the safety belt beforehand,

then once the was door shut,

it would be effectively locked from the inside.

Whereas if you had to put a padlock on,

it could have taken vital seconds,

in which time poor old Keith

could've pushed the door open.

The murderer wouldn't have wanted Keith

to know their identity.

He could have written it on the wall inside.

Smeared it with something perhaps.

- Yeah, we'll get SOCO to check that.

- So whoever it was would've waited outside the kitchen,

heard Keith open the fridge door, run in, swung it shut.

And that would've been it.

Apart from turning the light out.

Well, Scholey wouldn't have gone into the fridge

with the light off.

God, a nasty touch that, wasn't it?

Not enough he should die, had to be in the dark.

(dramatic music) (siren wailing)

- I'm sorry.

(dispatcher faintly speaking)

- As far as I knew, I mean, the door was fine.

- And you have no idea when or how the bolt was jammed?

- No, no.

- Have you got the phone?

Does this belong to the restaurant?

- Yeah, why, where did you find it?

- In the fridge.

- You seem surprised.

- No, no, it's just it's normally kept

over there by the cash till.

- When you spoke to us earlier, you said that you'd

had a row with Keith.

- It was just nothing really.

It was nothing.

- Mrs. Scholey, your husband's been murdered.

You had a row with him a short time before.

Now, you've got to tell us exactly

what the argument was about.

- He said I was being disloyal.

But I wasn't, I wasn't.

I was thinking about both of us.

See, I was, I wasn't sure about the timings of the alibi.

Keith said I joined him at the restaurant about 10,

and, well, I thought it could have been a bit later.

- How much later?

- Well, anything up to half an hour.

- Hmm.

- But I'm not sure.

I'm not saying I thought he was the murderer.

I didn't think that for a moment.

I just, I was concerned that someone

might have seen me coming into the restaurant later,

looking as though I'd lied about the timing.

That's all it was.

(dramatic music) (chimes tinkling)

(doorbell rings)

- Ah, I thought I'd better drop these off.

Duncan left them at the clubhouse.

- It's Keith Scholey.

He's been murdered.

- [Tom] Thank you, thank you for your help, Mrs. Scholey.

I understand how hard it can be.

- Leo Bantock appears again.

- [Derrick] Excuse me.

- Oh, great.

- Can you deal with him?

I want to have another look at this fridge.

- Oh, thanks.

- Sergeant.

- Ruth.

I'm so sorry.

- I don't feel anything.

- Ruth.

- I made the wrong choice marrying Keith.

(dramatic music)

Why did we break up?

It's all a mess now.

- If I can do anything.

- I'm glad you're here, Leo,

but just give me some time, please.

(dramatic music)

- There he is.

I told you.

- Can I have a word please, James.

We're satisfied you have a solid alibi for the murders.

And between you and me,

I'm not too interested in doing you for assault,

but we could waste a lot of valuable time trying

to track down the person

who's been lurking around the river.

Now, if you tell me, off the record,

that you were at the river last night,

it saves a lot of time.

- I don't think you should be looking for anyone else.

- Okay, and thank you.

- Tapsell's our man in the camo gear, sir.

But it's all to do with fishing club stuff.

I double-checked his alibis for the murders.

And the landlord's wife backed him up.

How we doing here?

- We have a dead chief suspect.

We know that Keith Scholey had two very solid motives

for killing Dr. Goff.

And he persuaded his wife to give him an alibi,

which she says was false.

So it looks as though he wasn't

where he said he was at the time of the murders.

Now, there's enough there to charge him.

But if you're gonna kill someone

in a kitchen full of sharp knives,

why go to the trouble of wedging the safety mechanism

of the walk-in fridge?

Why not just stab him, what?

Well, think, Troy think, why?

Why the walk-in fridge, huh?

Do you think the phone's significant?

- How?

- Ruth Scholey was surprised you found it in the fridge.

She said he normally left it by the till.

Let me try something.

(phone beeping)

I got a signal.

Could you swing the door to, sir?

(knuckles rapping)

There was no signal.

And now there is again.

The phone signals are being blocked by the door.

- Well, there's lead in the door, so?

(phone beeping)

- Well, maybe that's it.

What if, hang on.

What if Keith Scholey was the murderer?

And he knew we were onto him.

And he was getting nervous because his wife was suspicious,

which we know she was because that's

what the row was about.

And he wanted to do something to throw us off the scent.

He set up a faked attempt on his own life,

but he cocked it up.

Keith wanted to make it look as if the murderer tried

to lock him in the fridge.

That's why he jammed the safety bolt.

He couldn't do it any other way.

He could hardly put the padlock on from the inside.

I think he planned to save himself by phoning

for help from inside.

He did a trial run with the door open

and got a dialling tone,

but what he didn't realise was that

when the door was closed there'd be no reception

because of the lead in the door.

- Yeah, but surely he'd test his phone with the door shut

if his life depended on it.

- Maybe it didn't occur to him.

- Well, he'd have to be very stupid

not to double-check that, wouldn't he?

- Well, there's nothing to say that murderers

have to be members of MENSA, sir.

- Well, there is a certain surreal logic to that, yeah.

- So you think it's possible?

- Yes, I do.

(Troy sighs)

- We just have to get the reports

from forensics and pathology,

but it looks like it could be case closed.

- Fantastic, well done, Gavin.

- I'd like to have been a fly on the wall

when he realised he wasn't getting a signal on his phone.

Must have felt a bit of a twit.

- Poor man, in a walk-in fridge.

- He was a murderer, Mum.

- Still. - Right.

Same again, everyone, Troy?

- Oh, normal for me, thanks, I'm driving.

- I'll drive, come on, you deserve it.

It was a good day's work that.

- Oh, thank you, sir. - And in the dark, as well.

- So Isobel Hewitt died

just because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time?

- That's right, just after a windfall, too.

(dramatic music)

- Have you heard she didn't even own her own house?

Not even a stick of furniture.

Of all those airs and graces.

- Wheedling his way into her confidence with the finances.

- Quentin paid the odd bill for her at Post Office.

That is all.

- [Barman] Same again, same again?

- Yeah, yes, yes, please, thank you.

(people chattering)

(phone beeping)

Mrs. Scholey, it's Tom Barnaby.

Yes, you know, you told us you were unsure

about the reliability of your husband's alibi.

Did you mention your concern to anyone else?

- You see, it was the phone.

That was the clincher.

- Your guv'nor's just nipped out for a second,

and he asked me to bring these over.

Said he'd see you at the exhibition.

- Thank you.

- Mrs. Plunkett, is your husband about?

- He's in the sitting room.

- Thank you.

- [Rebecca] Front door's open.

(knuckles rapping)

- [Tom] May I come in?

- Yes, of course.

- I was hoping you'd be here.

(furniture scrapes)

- Quentin's giving me a hand with the furniture.

Valuing and so on.

- Do you know where Isobel's share certificate is?

- I think so.

- Could you show me?

- Yes.

That's odd, the key's usually kept, huh.

She must have forgotten to put it back.

- This is the share certificate, yeah?

- Yep.

Can I look at those, please?

- Yeah.

- Is this the formal agreement between yourself and Isobel

for the transfer of the ownership to you

of the house and furniture.

- Yes, it is.

- [Rebecca] Melrose, the Jaguar man's here.

- I'm sorry, would you excuse me a moment.

- Yes, yes, of course.

Oh, there's one thing.

Your agreement with Isobel about the house,

was that common knowledge in the village?

- No, not as far as I know.

She was a proud woman.

She asked us not to mention it to anyone.

- Thank you.

(engine roars)

(dramatic music)

- Oh, don't worry.

There are no secrets between Quentin and me.

(feet thudding)

- Finished upstairs, but I think you ought

to take a look at...

Mr. Barnaby, have you seen Melrose?

You jammed the safety mechanism

so that it wasn't noticeable from the outside.

And then you just picked your moment.

- I'm sorry.

- You ran a bistro in London, Quentin.

You'd know all about walk-in fridges,

you know about lead linings.

As you shut the door, you threw the phone in.

But you made a mistake.

(dramatic music)

You shouldn't have switched the light off in the fridge.

Keith wouldn't want to dial a number in the dark,

not if his life depended on it.

- You're saying that I murdered Keith Scholey.

- Yes.

(Quentin gasps)

- I've just spoken to Ruth.

She told me how she explained to you,

in the garden at Isobel's,

that she was worried about the timings

in her husband's alibi.

Do you remember that?

- Yes, you suggested to her that she think about it

for a day or two before telling us.

- So what's that mean?

- Do you know, for a moment there

I thought you killed Keith out of revenge

because you thought he'd killed Isobel and Duncan,

but then I realised it wasn't revenge.

Keith was just a decoy.

We were getting a bit too close for comfort.

Asking questions about your past.

And you thought the best way

to get it off your back was to convince us

that someone else murdered Isobel and Duncan.

And the likeliest suspect was Keith

with this iffy alibi and his solid motives.

But he could always deny it,

and that might cause us to doubt,

better off if he were dead!

Couldn't deny anything then, could he?

And why not make it look as if Keith were trying

to fake his own murder and accidentally killed himself?

That's even better.

It must've been quite a shock

when you discovered the house sale agreement in the desk.

And that Isobel was penniless.

What'd she promised you,

the furniture, house, everything?

And after all you'd done for her.

- I've explained to you.

I knew about the sale of the house.

- No, you didn't.

Not until, not until you found this.

- All right, I'm calling my solicitor.

- How did it happen, Quentin?

Isobel asked if you

could find the share certificate for her?

Yes? (phone beeps)

Probably just before she set off fishing that morning.

And you stumbled across the sale agreement

as you were searching,

the two documents were next to each other.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Yes, you do. - No, I don't!

- You're lying.

- I have never seen that agreement.

- You're quite sure?

- (chuckles) Yes, I am absolute.

Well, maybe I did.

Actually, yes, she did show it to me.

Of course, she did.

Just after she'd signed it, that's right.

(Tom laughs)

- You've just realised we'll find your fingerprints

all over it, haven't you?

That's it, isn't it?

- You're getting me confused.

- You loved her, didn't you?

I don't believe you cared about the money.

That's not why you killed her.

And it wasn't because she conned you.

And not because she didn't love you, no.

It was the casual assumption that you were someone

who could be bought, when you thought that

what was between you and Isobel was something beautiful.

I think that you loved her

more than you've ever loved anything or anyone.

But when you saw this document,

you realised just how fundamentally unimportant you were

and always had been to Isobel.

- You can't prove any of this.

A 75 year-old woman.

She was extraordinary, like a bright jewel.

And I'll never see her again.

I thought that knowing Isobel

was the most wonderful thing

that had ever happened to me.

She made me, she brought out the best in me.

- What happened?

(dramatic music)

- Oh, please, Quentin, don't be so tedious.

For God's sake, pull yourself together.

- You thought I was here for what I could get out of it.

Is that what you thought of me, of us?

- No, I'm not putting up with these tantrums.

You really can be very boring.

- I couldn't bear it.

I just wanted to talk to her.

(reel whirring)

But then she killed the fish.

(fishing bat thudding) (suspenseful music)

(bell ringing)

(Isobel screams)

(stake thuds)

And there she was.

All that life suddenly gone.

- And Duncan?

- He must have heard something.

- My God, what have you done?

- Yes, I loved Isobel.

(people chattering)

- [Woman] After today, she used to be actually.

- The nephew was only too pleased to lend them,

bit of a memorial, I suppose.

- I'll see you down there.

- What's happening, sir?

- There's been a development.

Quentin Roka was our man after all.

- What?

- He's just confessed to the murders.

- All three?

- All three, seems your first hunch was the right one.

See, it suddenly occurred to me that if Gwen Dobson,

the local gossip, didn't know

about Melrose owning Isobel's house,

then it was possible no one else did either,

maybe not even Quentin.

It's a long story, and of course,

I couldn't have got there without Troy working out

that business with the fridge.

That was good work, Troy, good work.

'Cause you thought it was Quentin

from the word go, didn't you?

See the lesson in all this?

Always follow your first instincts.

- I'll get the cash, shall I? - Yeah.

(dramatic music)

Have to catch the exhibition some other time, all right?

- Okay, Dad.

- Hang on, Troy, I'm coming with you.

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