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(classical music)

- Come on! (laughs)

(Ginny shouts)

(horse whinnying)

Call that grooming?

(whip whipping) (horse whinnying)

I think I'm gonna have to take you in hand.

- Yes, I think you are.

(whip cracking)

(upbeat horn music)

(shotgun firing)

- [Celia] Help!

Help, help!

- Don't worry, my dear.

I'll soon have you out of that.

- Help!

Thank God.

(breathes heavily)

- Apple pie, my darling.

Your favourite.

- What a wonderful wife you are.

- I'll cut you a piece, and then it'll be time

for your nap.

(ominous music)

Could I have some sausages?

Yes, thank you.

- Hallo!

You look a bit lost.

- Uh, no-- - Nothing to be ashamed of.

I come here all the time and I still get

in a bit of a muddle.

Susan Wicking, I'm the vicar of Elverton-cum-Latterly.

Everyone calls me Rev. Suze.

I'm here every Saturday 12:00 til 2:00.

I'm sorry, would you mind?

(murmurs prayer)

Amen.

Thank you so much for that.

Brilliant meeting you.

- What was all that about?

- We were praying you would find the horseradish.

- Well, I did, but it's not the kind you like.

They only stock their own brand now.

- Yeah, same stuff. - Hallo, Rose.

- Hi Joyce.

- Tom, this is Rose Southerly,

runs the Cordon Bleu Cookery School at Elverton.

I did a course there, remember?

- Vividly, how do you do?

- How do you do? - I think I've just run

into your vicar, she was saving lost souls

by the baked beans.

- Yeah, she's got some sort of weird arrangement

with Goodfare.

Actually, that's rather a bone of contention.

- Why?

- Goodfare have got planning permission to build

a huge new supermarket in Elverton.

- A supermarket in Elverton?

- Well, we've contested it all along, of course.

There's a big meeting on Monday, but I doubt there's

anything we can do now.

Oh, well done, darling.

Joyce, do you remember Dora?

This is Mr. and Mrs. Barnaby.

Mrs. Barnaby did one of my courses.

- How do you do?

- Hi Dora.

- Anyway, this supermarket business is ghastly.

The whole village is at war over it.

(scoffs) Surprised there haven't been any murders.

(chuckles) (ominous music)

- Bye.

(bright classical music)

- Morning.

Hiya, Danny.

- Bye, Dad.

See ya, oi!

Do some ruddy work today, will ya?

- Whatever.

- What did you get?

- Lager.

- Ugh, I detest lager.

- It's all I could get.

- You live at a pub, Otis.

You should be able to get anything.

- Not with my dad around, I can't.

My dad and your mum went out for a drink the other night.

- They bumped into each other, Otis.

They did not go out, fact.

- So what if they did?

Your dad's dead, my mum's in Florida.

It'd be cool if they got together.

- It would not be cool.

It would be gross.

- If they got married, would that mean

you and me couldn't be an item?

- Otis, Mummy would never marry a man who owns a pub, fact.

And you and I will never be an item,

not in a million years,

not if you were the last male of the entire species

on the planet.

- Shh!

Someone's coming.

(suspenseful music)

What's he doing?

- How should I know?

It's probably something to do with this ghastly supermarket.

- My dad says he'll sell the pub and make

a shedload of money if they build the supermarket.

- Mummy says we'll leave the village if they build it.

- What, leave Elverton?

- Yeah.

You'll never see me again.

Now wouldn't that break your heart, Otis?

(bright string music)

- Celia.

What do you think?

- Oh it's sweet. - For Dora, she's been so

good recently. - Morning!

- Hello! - Hello.

- Can you two come around to our later?

Orlando wants to discuss his tactics

for the protest meeting.

- We'll be there. - Okay.

- Excellent, see ya later.

- Bye. - Bye bye.

- Oh actually, I've got a client at 11:00.

I'll get my skates on.

- All right, dear.

See ya later.

- Bye. - Bye bye.

(car lock beeping)

- Do come in.

Have you had a horrible day, darling?

- Horrible.

It's such a relief to come home to my lovely wife.

- I'll soon cheer you up.

- What's happening about the supermarket?

- Well, looks like it's going ahead.

Actually, there's a meeting tonight,

but I don't think there's anything we can do now.

- You need a knight in shining armour.

- Yes.

We do. - Perhaps I could be

your knight in shining armour.

- You already are, darling.

- No, seriously Rose.

I wish...

I wish you really were my wife.

- Please don't say things like that.

Look, I've made you a lovely sponge cake.

Shall I be Mummy?

- Got your organic veg for ya, Ginny.

- Thanks, Gary.

(horse whinnying)

Don't forget the meeting this evening, will you?

- Don't worry, I'll be there.

You won't get veg like that in a Goodfare.

(door shutting) (horse whinnying)

Sorry, that was Gary Talbot with our organic veg.

- The prices that man charges.

Sometimes, I wonder if a supermarket in the village

wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.

- Sacrilege, Jeremy. - We've all got

to watch the pennies.

- Yeah, thank you, I don't need reminding.

We had to sell our Munnings, you know.

- My Munnings actually, darling,

and I do wish you'd shut up about it.

- Can we get back to the supermarket please?

Right, these plans have been turned down

at every level, and now the bloody deputy prime minister's

office has given them the go ahead regardless.

- But why? - Affordable housing, darling.

- Yep, that's the magic words.

Goodfare promised to throw up a couple of jerry-built

houses on the side and everyone rolls over for them.

- And this damn industrial pollution they've found

means no one else will touch the site.

- So, our only chance now is to go

to the European Court of Human Rights and frankly,

I don't think they'll want to know.

Anyway, that's what I'm gonna put to the meeting.

- Well, it's worth a try.

- Mm-hmm. - Yes.

- Now, there's something we need to discuss

as regards to the business.

Rose, it concerns you.

- Me?

- You and Danny Piggott.

Rose, not to put too fine a point on it,

there's been talk in the village.

(Rose scoffing)

- God's sake, Orlando, it's nearly three years

since Giles died, what do you expect poor Rose to do,

join a bloody nunnery?

- I don't care who she consorts with,

but frankly, the landlord of The Woodman does seem

a rather odd choice, but she can't carry on with him

or anyone else for that matter and stay in the business,

simple as that.

I mean, sooner or later, he's bound to hear something

or see something and then the game will be up

for all of us. - Look.

I admit he's been pestering me,

and yes, I had a drink with him to be polite,

but honestly that's all there is to it.

I have no intention of consorting with him,

as you put it.

- 'Course you haven't, darling.

You've got far too much taste.

- I'm only interested in the business, believe me.

Can't afford not to be.

- One, two.

One, two, one, two.

One, two, one, two.

- Rose, saved you a seat, darling.

- Oh, thank you.

- Rose.

Actually Rose, we're gonna sit in the front.

- Mummy, I'm gonna go and sit with Otis.

- All right.

- We'll sit in the back Dad, okay?

- I suppose so.

- Frank, damn, his phone's off.

Frank, it's Miranda Harvey returning your call.

Listen, Dudley and I appreciate the interest but--

- Actually, I don't appreciate your interest, Frank.

I really don't know what's got into you,

so just stay away, you got that?

- Dudley's a little tense, that's all.

Call me as soon as you get this message, Frank.

Don't worry, he'll be fine.

He's got too much to lose.

- Tell me something, if he turns up here tonight,

I'll kill him.

- Welcome everybody.

(audience clapping)

Those of you who don't know me,

I'm the Rev. Suze and I've been asked to keep the peace

(audience clapping) this evening.

On the platform, we have Orlando Lamington

from the Stop the Supermarket Committee.

(Danny booing) (audience clapping)

We have Miranda Harvey on behalf of Goodfare Supermarket.

(audience clapping)

And Dudley Painter from the Council.

- What did you get?

- Vodka and some fags.

- Cool, come on.

- It's important that we understand that Goodfare

have committed to building affordable housing

for six families on the site.

(audience clapping)

Goodfare will also clean up the site.

They will clean up the pollution caused

by the old timber yard.

(audience clapping)

Now, that's something that the Council couldn't afford

to do. - Or wouldn't, you mean.

Just another Council whitewash, isn't it, eh?

(crowd jeering)

- This isn't just another supermarket we're talking about.

It's a programme of rejuvenation for a whole village.

(audience clapping)

Why, because we care at Goodfare.

(audience clapping)

(audience jeering)

(audience clapping)

- We all know that permission for this supermarket

has already been passed at the highest level,

but we must reconsider the potential erosion

of the quality of life in this village.

(audience clapping)

- Oh, come on!

- There would be increased volume in traffic

and the threat to local businesses.

- What local businesses?

Elverton is dead, why can't you get that

through your thick yuppie head?

- What about my shop?

- Your shop?

It's only incomers could afford to use the place.

Us locals have to drive to Causton to shop

'cause we can't all live on sun-dried tomatoes

at five pound a throw!

(audience jeering) - Come on guys,

give everyone a chance to have their say.

- Danny Piggott doesn't care what happens to this village

'cause he won't be here, will he?

He's selling The Woodman to Goodfare.

(audience jeering)

So, you won't have a pub anymore,

you'll have a petrol station.

Greedy bastard's got his snout in the trough at Goodfare!

(audience gasping)

(woman shouting)

- Stop that!

Get off, get off!

- You keep your hands off her, Lamington!

- What are you talking about?

- You know exactly what I'm talking about,

you stay away from her, all right?

- Like hell, I will!

(audience gasping)

- That is enough!

It's enough!

- Otis, get off.

- Get off what?

- Get off me and move your hand!

Don't touch me!

How many times do I have to tell you, you loser?

- I'm not, I'm trying to open this bottle!

- Otis, stop it, it's so not funny!

(lighter flicking) - Look!

I'm not touching you, you see?

(Dora and Otis screaming)

(intense music)

(camera snapping)

- George.

- Stab wounds to the chest, Tom,

and no cuts to the hands and arms,

so he didn't put up a fight.

Taken unawares, perhaps?

- Time of death?

- Eight to 12 hours ago,

but nearer 12 at first glance.

- These marks, George,

I suggest he was dragged here from somewhere else.

- Probably.

- No sign of the murder weapon yet, sir.

- Thank you, George. - Okay.

(camera snapping)

- These were in the grass over there.

- Do we know who he is?

- Not yet, sir.

- Who found the body?

- Couple of kids messing around last night.

- What are all these about?

- Something to do with this old timber mill.

Apparently, the signs have only just gone up

but nobody takes any notice.

Locals have been taking shortcuts and walking their dogs

here for years.

- Right.

We must go and see what the kids have got to say.

- You don't have to go to school today, darling.

- No, but I want to.

I want to tell everyone what happened, it's so cool.

- Mrs. Southerly, we'd really like to talk to you

and Dora privately, please.

- Don't worry, we're off.

Will you be all right?

- Of course, we'll be fine.

- Good girl.

- Don't forget, will you?

- I won't.

- Just ring, Rose.

Anytime. - Thanks.

(door shutting)

- Right.

Dora, now, can you tell us please

exactly what happened last night?

Now, it's okay, there's no need to rush, take your time.

- (sighs) It was Otis's idea.

He said, let's go to Jubb's Field for a laugh.

The meeting was so unbelievably boring, so I went.

- That meeting was about the supermarket development, yes?

- Yes.

- What time was this?

- I don't know.

- The meeting started at half past 8:00.

- So, we went to Jubb's Field,

and there was this dead man.

It was just like a film.

- How exactly did you find this man?

- It was so gross.

We sat down, okay, and it was totally, totally dark.

Then I felt this hand on me.

I thought it was Otis, so I shouted at him.

Then Otis lit his cigarette lighter, and there he was,

this man, almost lying on me,

his eyes wide open like that.

I knew straight away he was dead.

- And you saw no one else on Jubb's Field?

- No.

- Is Otis your boyfriend?

- No way.

Otis is a complete loser.

- So, who stole the vodka?

- Not me.

Otis got it from the pub, fact.

- Vodka?

Dora? - I didn't have any, Mum.

I detest alcohol.

- This man, had you ever seen him before?

- No, never.

(intense music)

- Okay, thank you, Dora.

And that's it, for the minute.

That meeting, it got rather heated, I understand.

- Well, feelings ran rather high,

but that's to be expected, isn't it?

- Thank you.

Is it me, or do I sense a certain reluctance to talk?

- Oh yes.

- We were sitting there, then we saw him, this bloke.

- You saw him in the dark?

- Yeah, in the dark, but you could just see him.

- When you lit your cigarette lighter.

- I don't have a cigarette lighter!

- He doesn't smoke, for crying out loud.

Knows I'll kill him if he did.

- Otis, did you recognise this man?

Had you ever seen him before?

- No, why would I?

He was just a man in a suit, with a briefcase,

only he was dead.

- Oh, he had a briefcase, did he?

Only we didn't find any briefcase, did we?

No, so Otis, what do you think might've happened

to this briefcase?

- What's this, you saying my son's a thief?

- Mr. Piggott, I'm trying to establish what your son

might or might not have seen.

- (scoffs) Bet you didn't accuse Dora Southerly

(phone ringing) of nicking any briefcases.

- Okay Otis, this is the deal. - Hallo?

- I won't mention vodka or cigarettes to your dad

and you will tell me the truth.

- We saw him earlier. - Earlier when?

- During the day. - Where?

- Me and Dora were in Jubb's Field when this bloke turned up

so we hid. - Bunking off again,

weren't ya? - Mr. Piggott, please!

(cell phone ringing)

- Hello?

- What was he doing?

- I don't know, he was digging.

- He was digging?

- Yeah, he dug up something and put it in his briefcase.

- Is this another one of your stupid stories, Otis?

- No Dad, it's the truth!

- That'd be a first. - Sir, they found something.

(intense music) - Just over there, sir.

- How'd they manage to miss this thing?

- No idea, sir.

Looks like a kitchen knife, sir.

- It is.

It's one of the chef's knives.

Joyce has got a set like that, cost me a fortune.

- Wallet and bag must be in here.

- Oh.

There's a licence in the wallet.

No cash, no credit cards.

And his name is Frank Hopkirk, lives in Causton.

- Looks like there was a laptop in the bag.

Maybe it was a straightforward mugging?

He put up a fight, got himself stabbed.

- No, Bullard said there was no sign of a struggle.

- These papers, sir. - What about them?

- It's some kind of a report on the supermarket development.

- Hello, what have we here?

- Rose Southerly Cordon Bleu Cookery School, well well.

- Perhaps I should have another word

with Mrs. Rose Southerly.

Could you get me a Polaroid of that knife

please now? - Yeah, straightaway sir.

- Thank you.

And Jones?

You can talk to the victim's family.

- Me, sir? - Yes sir, you sir.

Think it's time you learned the delicate art

of delivering bad news.

You all right, brother?

- Think so.

- Thank you.

The dead man was carrying one of your business cards,

Mrs. Southerly.

- He was? - Yeah.

He was in his fifties, average height, grey hair,

moustache, smartly dressed.

Any of your cookery students answer to that description?

- Oh dear.

- Mrs. Southerly?

- It sounds a bit like...

It could be Mr. Johnson.

I've been teaching him to cook

and it was a surprise for his wife.

- And he was here yesterday?

- Yes, yes he was.

- Is that him?

- Yes, that's him.

- Except his name, according to that, is Frank Hopkirk.

- I'm sorry, I don't know what to say.

He told me his name was Johnson, sorry.

- Oh.

Maybe he didn't want his wife to find out.

- Find out what?

- That he was taking cookery lessons.

You said he was doing it as a surprise for his wife.

- Oh. (chuckles)

I see what you mean.

Yes, I suppose that must be it.

- Mrs. Southerly, are...

You missing any knives?

- My knives?

I don't understand, why would I be?

- Could you have a quick check, please?

- Yes, of course.

I think...

That's it.

(suspenseful music)

Wait a minute, where's my vegetable knife?

I bought it in France...

It must be here somewhere.

- Mrs. Southerly. - Mm-hmm.

- Mrs. Southerly, is that it?

- Well yes, that looks very like...

Oh my god, is that the...

Is that how he was...

- Yes it is.

- But you can't possibly think...

(chuckles) You're not suggesting that I killed him, are you?

(crows cawing)

Well, it can't have been missing long.

I'd have noticed.

It's my favourite knife, use it all the time.

- So apart from Frank Hopkirk, who else was here yesterday?

- Some ladies from Midsomer Parva, eight of them,

doing a baking course.

- You got their names?

- Yes, but their average age is well over 70,

can't imagine them murdering anyone,

except with their fairy cakes.

- (chuckles) So, no one else came here?

- No, just Mr. Johnson and the ladies

from Midsomer Parva.

- So, you taught...

You taught Mr. Hopkirk on a one-to-one basis?

- Yes.

- How did he pay?

- Cash.

- In advance?

- No, after every lesson.

- That's a bit unusual.

(Rose chuckles)

- I suppose so.

Never really thought about it, to tell you the truth.

- Um...

A forensic technician will have to take your fingerprints.

Oh, and it's just routine, I assure you.

- Of course.

(door shutting)

- Hello, Dora.

- Hello.

- Dora.

Could we have a little talk about yesterday?

- I told you about yesterday.

- Yesterday morning.

- Yesterday morning I was at school.

- No you weren't.

You were on Jubb's Field with Otis Piggott, weren't you?

Fact.

- Oh my god, the loser grassed me up.

- Only under intense pressure, Dora.

That man you found, you saw him that morning

on Jubb's Field, didn't you?

What was he doing?

- It was weird.

He dug something up, put it in a container,

and then he went.

Have you told my mum?

- No, I thought I'd leave that up to you.

- Okay.

Are you married?

- Yeah, why?

- Mummy's a widow, did you know?

So boring, with all these men hanging around.

- What men?

(Rose knocking)

- Sorry, got to go.

(water running)

- Rose Southerly?

No. - Yes.

She was giving the victim cookery lessons.

Those are my pyjamas.

- Yes, you don't mind, do you?

I was a bit cold last night.

You got to hand it to Rose.

- What have I got to hand to her?

- Well, her husband was killed in that car crash what,

three years ago?

Left her in an awful mess financially,

huge overdraft, huge mortgage,

no life insurance or anything.

So, she knuckled under and started the cookery business.

She's done jolly well at it, too.

- Yeah, well she must have done.

She's got a big house.

Her kid's at St. Chad's, she's a lovely little girl, that.

Earplugs, Joyce?

- You know I haven't been sleeping well, Tom.

I thought this might help.

Goodnight, darling.

- I've got no rooted objection to you wearing my pyjamas,

Joyce, but it's a little weird getting into the bed

with someone dressed like--

- What?

- Goodnight, Joyce!

- Goodnight, Tom!

(birds chirping)

- Can you remember what time?

Morning, sir. - Morning.

- This is Hopkirk's car.

The Rev. thinks it's been here since yesterday morning.

- Didn't think much of it,

but still here this morning, so gave your lot a bell.

I had better get going, things to do, people to see.

- The Rev. goes for a run every morning.

- That's right, change in the vestry after early communion

and off I go!

- Do you go the same route every morning?

- Oh yeah, down the High Street, along the Causton Road,

right into Nether Land and back.

- And you didn't notice anything out of the ordinary

yesterday morning? - No, but as I told Ben here,

I'm pretty oblivious when I'm jogging.

Quality time with the boss, you see.

- I'm sorry?

- (chuckles) Prayer, Inspector.

We still do it, you know.

Catch ya later, guys. - Yes.

Catch you later.

Good God.

Do we know what Mr. Hopkirk did for a living?

- He was an environmental health consultant,

whatever that means.

- It obviously pays well, going by the car.

- According to his wife, he was working

for Goodfare Supermarkets, which would explain

the paperwork we found, but I can't get anyone

at Goodfare to confirm it.

- What do we know about his movements yesterday?

- Well, here's what we've got so far, sir.

Otis and Dora saw him on Jubb's Field at about 9:00.

After that, he went for his cookery lesson

at Rose Southerly's. - Cookery lessons.

- He had a drink at The Woodman round about midday,

then went to the village shop and bought a snack.

After that, nothing.

- Til he turns up dead on Jubb's Field, eh?

Bullard reckons he died at around 7:00 in the evening.

So, what was he doing

(cell phone ringing) all the afternoon?

- Jones.

Thanks.

Mrs. Hopkirk's ready to identify the body, sir.

(gun firing)

It's probably coming from the Patchetts' place.

They run a rural pursuits centre.

- Rural pursuits centre?

- Yeah, clay pigeon shooting, fly fishing, stuff like that.

Sound quite interesting.

You can even do a course in hedging and ditching.

- Course in hedging and ditching?

Oh, be still my beating heart.

- Yes, that's my husband.

That's Frank.

Don't be ridiculous.

(sirens wailing)

- Um, excuse me--

- Don't even think about it.

- Mrs. Hopkirk...

Do you know what your husband was going in Elverton?

- Working on some new supermarket development,

according to him.

- Yeah, and taking lessons at a cookery school.

- (scoffs) You must be joking.

- Didn't you know about that?

- No, I did not.

Look, where cooking is concerned,

Frank was strictly stone age, he couldn't boil a kettle.

It was a woman, I suppose, giving him these

so-called cookery lessons?

- Yes, yes it was.

- Attractive?

- Yes, yes.

You could say that.

- Well, that would be of more interest to Frank

than whipping up a casserole, believe me.

- Could you enlarge on that, Mrs. Hopkirk?

- Where women are concerned,

Frank couldn't help himself, Inspector.

I suppose these days, he'd be called an addict.

Is that all?

I've got arrangements to make, starting with a long holiday.

(suspenseful music)

- Told you she was scary.

- A word, Tom, if you've got a minute.

- Yes, better pick up that.

- I wanted to show you these bruises

before I open him up.

There are similar ones on his back, as well.

- So he did, he put up a fight?

- He may have been in a fight, Tom, yes,

but some hours before he was stabbed,

and there's something under his fingernails,

it could be soap.

I'll get it checked out. - Thank you.

- Oh, and his buttocks.

- What about his buttocks?

- Light bruising and abrasions.

- Same sort of bruises on the chest?

- Oh no, very different.

These marks suggest mild chastisement,

the sort administered for recreational purposes.

Wanna see?

- Well, I suppose I've got to, haven't I?

- Chast-what?

- Chastisement, Jones.

Somebody gently...

Not so gently beat him

for pleasure.

- Okay, what about this?

Hopkirk comes to Elverton on Goodfare business.

He sees Rose around the village, likes her,

so he signs up for cookery lessons.

- And then? - He tries it on,

but she doesn't want to know.

He forces himself on her.

There's a struggle in the kitchen, hence the bruises.

She grabs the knife, bosh!

- Or more likely, Rose welcomes Hopkirk's advances,

she falls in love with him, but Hopkirk's already married,

won't leave his wife, and Rose kills him

in a fit of jealous rage.

- Rose falls in love with Hopkirk?

No way.

I mean, she's a looker, isn't she?

Hopkirk's in his fifties, he's an old man.

- Jones.

The human heart is a fickle organ.

Passions can be aroused in the most unlikely

of circumstances. - You mean the chastisements,

sir. - No, I don't mean

the chastisement stuff.

I mean, human relationships are complex

and not based solely on whether one is or is not a looker.

- If you say so, sir.

Anyway, if she did kill him,

how did she move the body to Jubb's Field on her own?

- Well, maybe she had help.

She's not without friends.

- Maybe it's to do with this new supermarket.

Rose, the Lamington's, the Patchetts,

they're all dead against it.

- What are you saying, they all ganged up together

to kill an environmental health consultant?

That's a bit far fetched, Jones.

- Well, there was a report in Hopkirk's case

on the Jubb's Field site.

Some of the pages were missing,

and whatever he was digging up,

there's no sign of that, either.

- You want to see me?

- Yes please, Mr. Piggott.

Come, take a seat.

- Thank you.

- This man.

You ever seen him before?

- Yeah, came in the pub yesterday, lunchtime.

Already told one of your lot.

- His name's Frank Hopkirk.

He was an environmental health consultant.

We think he was working for Goodfare.

- You talk to him?

- A bit.

He was asking about some bloke who used to work

at Jubb's Timber Mill, Johnny something.

He used to drink here.

- Did you know him?

- (chuckles) Course not.

The Timber Mill closed in the '80's,

I only bought the pub 10 years ago.

- Did Mr. Hopkirk mention Rose Southerly at all?

- No, why should he?

- No particular reason, Mr. Piggott.

- You're not dragging Rose into this, are you?

- I'm not dragging anyone anywhere, Mr. Piggott.

I'm trying to conduct a murder investigation.

- Yeah well, she's the only one of that lot

I've got time for.

- That lot?

- The Lamingtons, the Patchetts,

the green welly brigade.

- Did you have a bit of a set-to with Lamington

at the village hall?

- (laughs) He got in my face.

Orlando Lamington's been trying to shut me down for years.

(car honking)

Hey, you got something to say, Gary Talbot,

you say it to my face!

- [Gary] You're a bloody Judas, Piggott!

- You had a set-to with Mr. Talbot as well, didn't you?

- We had words, yeah, but I don't see what this has

got to do with a dead bloke in Jubb's Field.

- Oh, probably nothing at all, Mr. Piggott,

nothing at all.

Now thank you, we'll talk again.

Got a short fuse on Mr. Piggott.

Has he got a record?

- No sir, not even a parking ticket.

- So, where did Hopkirk go next?

- Village shop, sir.

- Must've been my wife who served him.

I was out doing the deliveries.

- Mrs. Talbot.

- Yes, that was him.

He came in about 1:00 and bought some chocolate.

- Did he say anything?

- He was asking about someone who used to work

at Jubb's Timber Mill.

- Remember his name?

- I'm afraid not.

The Mill's been closed down for years.

- Mr. Talbot.

How long does it take you to do your deliveries, then?

- Bout an hour. - Hour and a half.

- And where, where do you make these deliveries?

- Round the village.

Lamington's and Midsomer Market.

- An hour and a half to deliver two boxes of vegetables.

- And you didn't see Mr. Hopkirk at all

during these deliveries?

- No, I did not.

- Thank you, Mr. Talbot.

Mrs. Talbot, thank you.

- What's the big idea, saying that about my delivery round?

- No big idea, Gary.

I just don't know what's up with you these days.

- If they build a Goodfare in Jubb's Field,

we'll go out of business.

That's what's up with me,

and now, thanks to you, I'm probably a suspect

in a murder inquiry. - You?

Nobody's going to suspect you of murder.

You're not interesting enough.

- There's another one not telling us everything.

- Even his wife doesn't believe him.

(Barnaby chuckling)

- That could come in useful, couldn't it,

for shifting a body?

(upbeat classical music)

- That's the Lamington woman, sir.

- Yes, I know.

Hey Jones, go back inside, check the details

of Talbot's delivery run.

- Sir. - Every inch of it.

(horn honking)

- Inspector Barnaby? - Yes.

- Miranda Harvey, public relations coordinator

for Goodfare Supermarkets.

I'd like to talk to you about Frank Hopkirk.

First of all...

Everyone at Goodfare is absolutely devastated.

Frank was not only a respected colleague,

he was a true friend.

- Mrs. Harvey, how long had Mr. Hopkirk

been working for Goodfare?

- Frank Hopkirk wasn't a Goodfare employee,

he was an independent consultant.

I hope you'll make that clear in any statements

to the press.

- So he wasn't working for Goodfare?

- We were consulting him, Inspector.

- About what?

- Most recently, about the Jubb's Timber Mill site

here in Elverton.

Frank Hopkirk was an expert in industrial pollution.

The Jubb's Field site is polluted, you see.

He was advising the Council, as well.

- He was advising the Council, as well?

- Oh yes, he had a good working relationship

with the Council.

You'd have to speak to Dudley Painter about that.

- Who's Dudley Painter?

- Chairman of the planning committee.

- Yes, well I will.

Mrs. Harvey, when did you last have contact

with Mr. Hopkirk?

- He tried to contact me yesterday afternoon.

- About what?

- About the meeting at the village hall,

did we need him to attend, that sort of thing.

But that's Frank all over,

always trying to be helpful.

- So, you did speak to him yesterday afternoon?

- No, his phone was off so I left a message.

Look, I think it's important we're all singing

from the same hymn sheet, don't you?

- Singing about what?

- There are concerns about the way this

unfortunate incident is depicted in the media.

- Oh, I see you're worried about Goodfare's good name

being associated with a bloody and brutal murder?

- Yes, that's one way of putting it.

- Well, I'm very sorry Mrs. Harvey,

but I can't help you there.

Ah, Jones.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

- They lifted a couple of prints off the knife.

- Ah, and?

- They match Rose Southerly's.

- Do they?

Oh, and what did you glean about

Gary Talbot's delivery run?

- Ah, interesting.

He says he got he Midsomer Market order wrong

and had to go back there early evening.

- Early evening when?

- About 7:00.

- That's round about the time that Hopkirk

may have been killed.

- Mm-hmm, the wife didn't say as much but

she obviously thinks he's up to something.

Maybe it's to do with the conspiracy.

- Conspiracy, what conspiracy?

- This new supermarket development.

A mate of my Uncle Harry's used to work at Jubb's, he--

- We got Rose Southerly's prints on the murder weapon,

Jones, now come on, first things first.

- Are you going to charge her?

- Well, there's no harm in letting her know

it's a possibility.

(church bells ringing)

- Look, Orlando's going to see Mummy.

(dog barking)

- Should Orlando get a divorce and marry your mum?

- God, no, she likes Orlando but only as a friend.

- What does that mean?

- It's what people say when they don't fancy someone.

- Maybe she'll marry my dad.

- Shut up, Otis.

She's not going to marry anyone.

She's still in love with my dad and always will be, fact.

(Orlando knocking) (dog barking)

Poor Orlando's completely wasting his time.

- Look...

You know how much I care for you.

- Please, don't start that again.

You know how it upsets me.

- Is it because of Danny Piggart?

Are you in love with him?

- No, I am not!

Honestly Orlando, just because I won't leap into bed

with you does not mean I'm in love with Danny Piggart!

- It's not about leaping into bed with anyone.

Look, Rose, I love you, for God's sake.

Always have, always will.

You just say the word and I'll leave Ginny now, this moment.

We'll get the hell out of Elverton.

We'll go wherever you like, America, France,

I don't care, I just want to be with you.

- Stop it, Orlando, stop it.

Oh no. (intense music)

It's that policeman, Barnaby.

- Mrs. Southerly, may we have a word, please?

- Oh yes, of course.

- Thank you.

- Any problems, you give me a ring.

- My fingerprints?

- You fingerprints, Mrs. Southerly.

- Oh God. - Now, how we proceed from

here, that's entirely up to you.

- What do you mean?

- Well, you could start, couldn't you,

about telling me the truth about your relationship

with Frank Hopkirk?

- I have told you the truth.

- No, Mrs. Southerly, I don't believe you have.

I don't believe...

Is this plastic garlic?

That's not very Cordon Bleu, is it?

- Please don't touch that.

(suspenseful music) - Oh.

What have we here?

- I record some of my classes.

- Do you?

Secretly? - No, no.

- Do you record your classes with Frank Hopkirk?

Oh, come on, Mrs. Southerly.

Sooner or later, you're going to have to tell us

the truth-- - All right, all right,

Inspector, I'll tell you the truth about my relationship

with Frank Hopkirk.

(Hundsecker sighing)

- Sitting down on the job, Mr. Hundsecker?

- No, those English saddles are heavy.

- You know, I don't think

you've been properly broken in, Mr. Hundsecker.

- Oh, I just love that accent.

(whip cracking)

- Get on your feet.

Go over to the bench, turn around.

- It'll be my pleasure.

- That is the...

general idea, Mr. Hundsecker.

- Oh!

(whip cracking) - Oh!

- Giles, my husband, was killed in a car crash

three years ago.

I found out that Giles hadn't been very careful with money,

to put it mildly.

I desperately needed to earn some money,

so I started the catering business,

weddings, funerals, shooting parties.

People love to hire a friend in need,

it makes them feel morally superior.

Anyway, then I started the Cordon Bleu school.

- Was it a success?

- Not at all.

I got myself deeper into debt.

Then...

One of my students, charming man, very wealthy,

made me an offer.

He offered me a ridiculous sum of money

to spend the night with him,

the equivalent of Dora's school fees for a whole term

in one fell swoop.

- Offer you couldn't refuse.

- Exactly.

- You mean, you--

- Don't, Jones.

Please, carry on, Mrs. Southerly.

- Well, he started coming to see me regularly and then

he introduced me to a friend and then another friend,

friends with similar tastes,

men in need of solace.

I'd cook them something comforting,

cake's always very popular,

listen to their problems about work and family,

tell them how wonderful they are,

and then...

Cooking and comforting, that's my specialty.

I see myself as a sort of fantasy wife.

You'd be amazed how many men are willing to pay for that.

- And um...

Frank Hopkirk, he was one of them, was he?

- Yes, but I didn't know his real name

and I didn't know he worked for Goodfare.

- And you made recordings?

- As a precaution.

There was a journalist once who threatened to make trouble

til I pointed out that I had him on camera,

quite a bit of him, as it happens.

- Mrs. Southerly, do you have a recording

of Frank Hopkirk's last visit?

- Yes, I do.

- Well, we'd like to see it.

(gun firing)

- Who's there?

- Only me, Lady Celia.

- Mellors.

You're not supposed to be in this part of the wood.

- I was...

Looking for poachers.

- Do I look like a poacher, Mellors?

- No, you certainly don't.

- Well, now you're here.

You might as well have a glass of champagne.

- Thank you, my lady.

- [Rose] Have you had a horrible day, darling?

- [Frank] Horrible, such a relief--

- Good camera, quality lens.

- [Frank] And what's happening about the supermarket?

- Well, looks like it's going ahead.

Actually, there's a big meeting tonight.

- You need a knight--

- Could you pause it there, please?

Was that the first time you'd discussed

the supermarket development with him?

- Yes, but I didn't know he was involved.

- On.

- Look, I've cooked you a lovely sponge cake.

Shall I be Mummy?

(Rose breathing heavily)

(Rose and Frank groaning)

- Could you fast forward that?

I want to see when Frank Hopkirk left.

- Are you...

Going to arrest me?

- What, for a murder?

No.

- What about the...

- That is not my department, Mrs. Southerly.

- Thank you, Inspector.

- But I will need that recording, please,

recording of Frank Hopkirk's last visit.

Now, she didn't do it, Jones.

Hopkirk left her kitchen at 12:30.

He was still alive and kicking and the murder weapon

was still on the kitchen table.

Five minutes later, she's teaching the good ladies

of Midsomer Parva how to make fairy cakes.

- And the spent the rest of the afternoon with Dora.

Someone must have nicked the knife--

- Yeah, someone went to a great deal of trouble

to incriminate Rose Southerly.

(suspenseful music)

- Painter.

- Ah, Inspector.

Take a seat, please.

You two know each other already, don't you?

Great, great.

So, how's the investigation coming along?

- Well, I'd rather discuss it in private, if we may.

- As you know, Miranda worked very closely

with Frank Hopkirk--

- And I want to help in any way I can, Inspector.

- Yes, I do appreciate that,

but as Frank Hopkirk was working for the Council--

- Well, no no, Frank was an independent consultant,

Inspector. - As I made clear.

- Yes, but the Council were consulting him, weren't they?

- As were Goodfare.

- Isn't there a conflict of interest there?

- Certainly not.

- Both parties working to a common end, Inspector.

- Exactly.

- So, you were both consulting him about pollution

at Jubb's Timber Yard and the adjacent Jubb's Field, yes?

- Yes, Jubb's used an arsinic-based pesticide

to treat their timber.

It's been phased out now, but it was very common back then.

It seems Jubb's had some sort of

industrial accident, a spillage.

Well, to cut a long story short,

the levels of arsinic in the topsoil are way over the limit.

- So the site is contaminated?

- Yeah, unusable,

unless the topsoil is removed and treated.

It's far too expensive for the Council to do.

- So, Goodfare get the land cheap.

- Maybe, but they also clean up the site

at their own expense.

- So, what was Mr. Hopkirk doing

on Jubb's Field then on the day he died?

More tests?

(suspenseful music) - No no, tests were all done.

- It was probably a health and safety matter.

- I know that Mr. Hopkirk tried to contact you,

Mrs. Harvey, on the day he died,

but did you talk to him at all, Mr. Painter?

- Me, no, absolutely not.

(phone ringing) - Excuse me, folks.

That's my 1:30.

- So, I took the top of his head off,

had a poke around, and guess what?

- Surprise me, George. - Poor devil had

a massive stroke.

- A stroke?

Are you saying that's what killed him?

- Oh no, the stabbing killed him.

I reckon he had the stroke round about the same time

he sustained the bruises to his chest and back.

Now, if he was involved in a fight or dispute of some sort,

that would've raised his blood pressure and perhaps

caused the stroke, but it was some hours later

that he was stabbed.

Anyway, it solves the problem of the stab wounds.

- What problem?

- They're very symmetrical, Tom, all from the same angle,

which suggests that he remained motionless

whilst being attacked, which people tend not to do.

- Unless they're unconscious. - Or paralysed.

- So you're saying he could have had the stroke

and remained unconscious or paralysed for what,

five, six hours?

- It's possible.

- And then he was stabbed? - Uh-huh.

- You said something about under his nails.

- Oh yes, beeswax, lanolin, and turpentine.

Now, your starter for 10.

- Saddle soap.

- Spot on, I'm very impressed, Ben.

And there's something else, you'll never guess, what.

- What, George?

- Residue on his hands, gunshot residue.

So, he fired a shotgun not long before he died.

I tell ya, this chap's a mine of information.

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing) (bird chirping)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

- Well...

At least we can fill in some of the gaps

in Mr. Hopkirk's last day, now, can't we?

- We can? - Yes we can.

Where do you think he got the saddle soap

from then, Jonesie?

- Stables.

- How 'bout Lamington's riding school?

- Of course.

- And the gunshot residue on his hands?

- Patchetts' place. - Exactly.

Centre for rural pursuits.

So, Mr. Hopkirk parks here, then he goes to Jubb's Field

where he's spotted by Dora and Otis,

then he walks to Rose Southerly's for his...

- Cake.

- He leaves there 12:30.

He walks to The Woodland, has a drink,

goes to the village shop, leaves there about 1:00--

- And goes riding with Ginny Lamington

and shooting at the Patchetts'.

- Not a bad day, one way and another.

- Til he had a stroke.

- Then he got himself stabbed.

Not many people would fit that into a lifetime,

nevermind a day.

I'm supposed to be meeting this friend of my uncle's

at The Woodman.

- I'm going to drop in on the hunting, shooting,

and fishing centre. - Okay.

Uncle Harry says you had a friend who used to work

at Jubb's Timber Yard.

- Yep, yep, had a few mates used to work at Jubb's.

- The one I was thinking of was called Johnny.

- That's a funny old pint, that is.

- Would you like something else?

- Drop of Scotch would help it go down.

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing) (birds chirping)

- Help!

Somebody help me, please!

Help, please!

Somebody help me, please!

For God's sake, hurry up.

Help!

- Oh my...

Don't move. - What the hell

are you doing here? - Sorry, got lost!

I say, I'm supposed to rescue her!

What's going on here, who is this?

- I am Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby

from Causton CID.

- Policemen? (camera clicking)

- What's the meaning of this?

- And this is her husband.

- Her husband?

- Sir Charles, wait!

- Mr. Patchett, stay where you are!

We need a little chat.

- So, your matey worked at Jubb's, Johnny someone.

- Yep, yep, Johnny used to work at Jubb's.

- Can you remember his surname?

- What was his surname?

Oh yes, his surname...

His name was...

Crouch, yep, Johnny Crouch.

- Johnny Crouch?

Is that who Hopkirk was asking after?

- Sorry, doesn't ring a bell.

- Where does he live?

- Badger's Drift, I reckon.

Ah, Johnny Crouch, miserable old git,

never put his hand in his pocket.

- That's Mr. Saunders.

- Yes, that's Saunders.

Comes here for a spot of shooting.

- His real name was Frank Hopkirk.

It was his body that was found on Jubb's field.

- No!

- We had no idea, I swear!

- But he was here that day, wasn't he?

- Now look, you can come with me

to Causton Police Station if you'd like.

You can answer a few questions on fake man traps--

- Yes, he was here.

- Thank you.

What time, exactly?

- He got here about 1:30 and left just before 3:00.

And you were here, were you, Mr. Patchett,

with your telephoto lens?

- I was...

Supervising the session, yes.

- And did that session include the use

of a fake man trap, too?

- I know what you must think of us, Inspector.

- You do?

- Most of our courses are genuine, you know,

but some involve a little harmless...

Roleplaying.

- Needs must, Inspector.

I was an accountant but something went a little bit wrong

with my company.

- Most of them went to prison, actually.

- So, we needed to start again, in order to survive.

It's actually brought us closer together.

Hasn't it, darling?

- Jeremy never thought working from home

could be such fun.

(upbeat classical music)

(horse nickering)

(horse whinnying)

- I'm working as fast as I can.

- Good afternoon, sir!

- Oh.

Well, I wasn't really ready for this but,

what the heck?

Variety is the spice, right?

- Where's Mrs. Lamington?

- Who needs her, you can check my work.

I don't think you're gonna like it at all.

- Time out, Mr. Hundsecker.

- Can I have a word please, Mrs. Lamington?

- Can I have my whip back?

Yes, I recognise him, his name is Wilson, Peter Wilson.

- Actually, his real name was Frank Hopkirk.

He's the man whose body was found on Jubb's Field.

- Really?

Well, he was alive when he left here.

What time was that?

- He arrived about 3:00, we went for a ride,

did a little jumping, he must've left about 4:00.

- And was he in rude health?

- Yes.

A little tired, perhaps.

(someone knocking) - Coming!

(someone knocking)

I said I'm coming!

(intense music)

(dishes clattering)

(Johnny shouting)

- Hey, whoa whoa whoa!

(kettle clanging)

(motor speeding away)

(Dora sighing)

- Hello, Dora!

- Hello.

- Dora, you remember you saying something to me

about the men hanging around your house?

- Maybe.

- What men were they, Dora?

- Orlando Lamington, mostly, and Danny, Otis's dad.

- They both fancy your mum.

- That's why they were fighting at the village hall.

- Losers.

- You shouldn't spread stories, Dora.

They can hurt people.

- Everybody thinks we tell lies because we're kids,

but we don't, we see everything, it's all fact.

- Like the Rev. Suze.

(Dora laughing)

- What about the Rev. Suze?

- Ask her why she goes jogging on Monday afternoons.

- Monday afternoons?

- It's when Gary Talbot does his deliveries.

- They're having a thing, fact.

(horn honking)

Mummy wouldn't do anything like that.

She still loves Dad.

- I know Dora, I know.

A kettle, Jones? - Yes, sir.

- Wielded by an 80-year-old? - Yes.

As I was saying, the arsinic in the topsoil is supposed

to come from this pesticide they treat wood with,

but Johnny Crouch says the timber from Jubb's

was treated elsewhere.

They never kept much pesticide on site and he's sure

there was never a big spillage.

- That's Nether Lane up there, isn't it?

- Yes sir. - Didn't the Reverend Suze

tell us she jogs there first thing every morning?

- Yes, yeah, she did.

- Well, I have it on fairly good authority that she went

for a jog there on Monday afternoon.

Now, why didn't she mention that, I wonder?

- Perhaps it slipped her mind.

- Well, let's go and refresh her memory, shall we?

- But sir, what about this pesticide business?

- All in good time.

- And lead us not into temptation, for thine

is the kingdom, the power, and the glory

forever and ever, amen. - Amen.

- I'd like a word please, vicar, if you've got a minute.

Mrs. Southerly.

- Darling Rose has been sharing some of her

burden with me.

It's so important to talk things through

without being judged, I think.

- I do so agree.

I was hoping that we could talk through

the fact that you didn't tell us you went for a jog

on Monday afternoon?

- Oh God, I knew this would happen.

- I'm sure God knows all about it, but I don't.

- (sighs) Yes, I went for a run Monday afternoon.

- What time?

- About 6:30.

I had to meet someone.

- Who?

- It was Gary Talbot, wasn't it?

- Yes.

I never intended it to go this far, but...

But the flesh is weak.

- And why didn't you tell us this?

- Gary is a married man, Inspector.

- Oh, so you're doing this for Gary's sake.

Oh, that is very noble of you.

- And Ginny Lamington's sake.

- What's Ginny Lamington's got to do with this?

- I was running down Nether Lane.

I had arranged to meet Gary at 7:00.

The van was parked in the usual place,

and we were talking, that's all we do, really, talk,

when suddenly, we saw Ginny Lamington's horsebox

in the middle of the lane.

It was Ginny Lamington with, with someone else.

- Who?

- I couldn't see.

- Perhaps it was her husband.

- No.

Orlando was on the train home, he'd just phoned me

about the meeting, so I thought Ginny was--

- Doing the same as you.

- I thought it was best to keep quiet,

for everybody's sake.

After all, it's got nothing to do with that

poor man who died...

Has it?

- Hopkirk's body could've been in Talbot's van

or the horsebox.

- If we've got Gary Talbot's movements right,

he wouldn't have had time for loading up dead bodies,

would he? - The horsebox, then.

So who was the mystery man with Ginny Lamington?

- Jones.

Stay here.

(sombre music)

- Poor Giles, he would've been appalled.

I made such a mess of things.

You must have a very low opinion of me, Inspector.

- Oh, I'm a policeman, Mrs. Southerly.

I leave the judging to someone else.

- Vicar's been a great help.

How I envy her serenity.

- Yes, it's miraculous, isn't it?

Mrs. Southerly, someone went to a great deal of trouble

to steal that knife from your kitchen,

someone who is determined to incriminate you.

Who could've taken that knife, do you think?

A friend, perhaps?

Someone you wouldn't suspect.

- There was no one, just me and Dora.

Wait a minute...

Ginny Lamington came around.

She wanted to borrow a cookery book.

- What time?

- Perhaps 5:00, I thought it was odd.

I was due to go around to her house for a meeting.

She could've just phoned me.

- Did you leave her alone in the kitchen?

- Yes.

Book was in the drawing room.

(sighs) My God.

Why would she do such a thing?

- Well, I believe that her husband was paying you

a lot of attention.

- I begged Orlando to leave me alone.

Nothing happened between us.

You have to believe me, Inspector.

- I believe you, Mrs. Southerly.

Jones.

(horses nickering)

- Ah.

The strong arm of the law.

You gentlemen like to go for a ride?

I'm sure I can find you some suitably docile animals.

- No thank you, Mrs. Lamington.

Just like to ask you a couple of questions, if we may.

- Fire away.

- Last Monday, did you go to Rose Southerly's house

in the afternoon, right about 5:30?

- No, I don't believe I did.

- Mrs. Southerly says you did.

- What are you doing?

- Just wondered if you had CCTVs set up

like Mrs. Southerly's.

- Mrs. Southerly says you went round to her house

to borrow a cookbook.

- Well, she's wrong.

Even the lovely Rose can be wrong sometimes.

Do you mind?

- Here we are.

Same kind of camera, too.

- It's for security reasons.

We've had a lot of break ins recently.

- Mrs. Southerly is sure that you went to her house.

- Where's the monitor? - One at a time,

gentlemen please, I can't answer you both at once.

Rose, she's one of my best friends, Inspector.

We're in and out of each other's houses all the time.

How can you expect me to remember

what happened last Monday?

- Well, you ought to, Mrs. Lamington,

because you took one of Rose Southerly's kitchen knives,

did you? - What's in here?

- You took one of Rose Southerly's kitchen knives

and used it to stab Frank Hopkirk, didn't you,

Mrs. Lamington? (door knob turning)

- Why?

What did Rose ever do to you?

- She stole you.

I'll show you.

I'll show you what happened.

I wasn't there when he died.

There's a recording, you'll see what really happened.

- Mrs. Lamington, who was with you when you took

the body to Nether Lane?

- It's not here.

He's taken it.

- [Barnaby] Who, Mrs. Lamington?

- [Jones] Sir.

- Goodfare, we care.

Well, that's not yours, is it, Mrs. Lamington?

Nor yours, Mr. Lamington.

- I know who wears a badge like that.

(tyres squealing)

- It's that copper, Dad!

He's in a bit of a hurry!

(sirens wailing)

- May I, Mr. Piggott?

I recognise this.

- What happens on there, right, it's not what it looks like.

I didn't kill him, I swear, I swear!

- A bottle of Chablis, I think.

- Excellent.

- And... then I think I'm gonna give you

a bit of a telling off.

- Yes, please.

(whip cracking)

(phone beeping)

Dudley, it's Frank Hopkirk.

Look, I'm sorry, but I can't go through with this.

I can't sign off the report.

(scoffs) There was no spillage at Jubb's Field,

the findings are wildly inaccurate.

I've written a new report and I've taken more soil samples.

I'm gonna make a public announcement at the meeting tonight.

I don't care about the money.

I've had a change of heart, look,

I'll see you there, Dudley.

Who are you?

- Sorry mate, I can't let you do this.

- What's going on, where's Ginny, Ginny!

- The supermarket's been given the go ahead,

and I'm selling up, you can't stop it now!

- Get away from me, you lunatic!

(Frank groaning)

- What are you mucking about?

What are you doing?

- Danny? - Oh.

Oh, bloody hell, Ginny, I think he's dead.

- Danny Piggott first, I think.

- Ginny said she'd call the emergency services.

She said it'd be better all around if I wasn't there

so I went back to the pub.

- What were you doing there in the first place?

- I'm not saying anything about that.

- How did Hopkirk end up in Jubb's Field, Danny?

- You'll have to ask Ginny that, won't you?

- Oh we will, Danny, we will,

but it looks pretty straightforward to me.

You attacked Frank Hopkirk in a rage and he collapsed

with a stroke.

- He wasn't dead.

- Well, you say that now, but in the recording,

you said, and I quote,

bloody hell, Ginny, I think he's dead.

- Well, he wasn't. - How do you know,

if you left the stable straightaway?

- I just do, okay?

- But you didn't leave the stables straightaway,

did you Danny, because you helped Ginny Lamington

put Frank Hopkirk into a horsebox and later,

you and Ginny drove that horsebox to Nether Lane

and you dumped the body on Jubb's Field.

- Okay, can we...

Just wait.

All right.

Say I was on Jubb's Field, for the sake of argument.

What does that mean, I mean, what are my prospects?

- Well, that depends, Danny.

I mean, personally, I don't think you killed

Frank Hopkirk, but then that's just my opinion.

It's worthless, it's no good, unless you tell me the truth.

- All right, then.

I thought he was dead.

Nothing, you try.

- What am I, a doctor?

He looks dead to me, darling.

- You better call the police.

- No no no no no, they can't find him here.

No, we'll get him out of these clothes,

put him in the horsebox, and take him to Jubb's Field.

- So that's what we did.

We left it til about 7:00, then drove the horsebox

down Nether Lane.

It was hard, but we managed to get onto the field.

We better split up.

I'll see you at the meeting.

- Danny, come here.

Not a word, not a word to anyone.

- I was gonna wait til Ginny had gone,

then look inside his bag and take anything that might

scrub the supermarket deal, so I hid,

and I was waiting for Ginny to go.

Only she didn't go, did she?

(crows cawing)

- I can't move.

Help me.

Help me.

(ominous music)

(Frank gasping)

- [Danny] It was terrible to watch.

I was sick to my stomach.

- So sick, Danny, that you waited til Ginny Lamington left

and then you ransacked Frank Hopkirk's bag and his wallet.

- Goodfare was my ticket out of Elverton.

I wasn't gonna give it up that easy.

- It's all Rose Southerly's fault.

Everything in the garden was lovely until

her and her husband arrived in the village 10 years ago.

Orlando became infatuated with her almost immediately,

and when Giles died, it just got worse.

Orlando was always on hand to give poor little

darling Rose advice.

Then, Rose introduced myself and Celia

to some of her clients and the business took off

in a big way so I saw even less of Orlando.

I was bored and angry, so I started having an affair

with Danny Piggott.

I half hoped Orlando would find out, actually,

but of course he never noticed a thing.

- How did Danny find out about the business?

- I had too much to drink one night and told him.

He used to come to the stables sometimes and watch.

That's what he was doing there that Monday.

So, then the final insult, Inspector,

was when Danny started to pursue Rose.

I mean, to get at Orlando, of course, men, you know...

Oh yes, I really loathe dear little Rose.

- And when Frank Hopkirk collapsed in the stables,

you saw an opportunity.

- I knew what I was going to do immediately,

steal one of Rose's knives and stab him with it,

see how she felt being accused of murder,

see the smile wiped off that simpering little face.

You know what really annoyed me

was that she wouldn't sleep with either of them.

So, she stole my husband and she stole my lover

and she still kept the moral high ground and that,

Inspector, is enough to drive anyone to murder.

(brakes squealing)

- So, Goodfare gets the land cheap,

and they don't have to pay anything clearing it up

because it isn't contaminated.

Great scam.

- So you were right, Jones, there was a conspiracy

over Jubb's Field.

- Well, if Ginny Lamington hadn't have been jealous

of Rose Southerly, nobody would have been any the wiser.

Crime of passion, sir.

- We were both right.

How very satisfying.

- Sir!

- It's Hopkirk's phone, sir.

There'll be a record of the call to Dudley Painter.

- Oh good, looking forward to talking to Mr. Painter again.

(water running)

- Funnily enough, Rose Southerly once asked me

if I'd like to help out at the cookery school.

- Doing what, exactly?

- I'm not sure.

I wouldn't want to act out that perfect wife stuff.

God knows I get enough of that at home,

and I couldn't do Celia Patchett's damsel in distress act.

So demeaning.

But Ginny Lamington's routine,

dishing out a bit of discipline...

That, I could handle.

- Really?

(suspenseful music)