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(dramatic music)

(screaming) (crying)

- Bare down,

push.

Push down.

(screaming)

(birds chirping)

(baby crying)

(gun fires)

(dramatic music) (baby crying)

Don't worry.

I'll take care of things.

It was a difficult birth.

The child came close to death.

- Not close enough. (dramatic music)

(people talking) (people applauding)

- Everything all right?

- Everything totally wonderful.

Got the ring?

- Lost it in a poker game sorry.

She's late.

- Probably decided not to come.

- Who could blame her? (laughs)

(applauding)

(camera snapping)

(wedding music)

- Dearly beloved,

we are gathered here today in sight of God.

- I can't see a bloody thing.

- What?

- It's far too much net.

I'm gonna fall on my face as I walk down the isle.

- I sincerely hope you don't.

You'll be holding on to me.

- What are you doing down there?

- Just unpicking a couple of stitches.

You sew them back in on the wedding morning.

- Oh!

To do when weather turns nasty by the backs.

- What?

- It's a crossword clue, love.

And it is holding me up.

- Yes, well you have to have a certain sort of mind

to like crosswords.

- Intellectual press-up eh?

- Cully I need to talk to you.

- No!

- Did he see?

- No, in out, you were a blur.

- I hope not.

It's terrible bad luck if he did.

(audience applauding) (audience cheering)

(camera snapping) (joyful music)

- Pretty girl.

A Fitzroy male,

a roll in the hay.

All part of the natural order of things.

(audience applauding) (people talking)

(glass tapping)

- Thank you.

Now,

I know I'm supposed to make a terrible witty speech,

but I think I'll have to leave the jokes to Randall

because all I can think about

is how disgracefully happy I am.

And how lucky and how thankful that Beth agreed

to become my wife.

So there stands before you a very happy

lucky, thankful, and hopelessly tongue tied man.

To Beth.

- To Beth.

(dramatic music)

(laughs)

- So you having a good time, Mary?

- Yes, I am thank you, master Harry.

Very.

- Good, good you enjoyed the wedding breakfast?

- Never ask a cook what she things of the food.

(laughs)

- All a bit over-done I expect.

(dramatic music)

- Oh you naughty thing (laughs).

- I've put my passport somewhere.

Downstairs I think.

- Don't worry I'll find it.

Why Venice?

- Why not?

- Wouldn't have thought it was Ned's sort of thing really.

Churches, paintings, streets full of water.

- It was my choice.

- And he said, heaven is where you are.

- Something like that.

- You took your time.

He must of proposed over 20 times.

- It wasn't Ned.

It was just the whole business of being married.

Marina, this can't have been easy for you.

- It's all in the past Beth, really.

- Look, thanks for helping.

Do you mind if I,

I'd like a moment or two to myself.

- No of course. - Sorry.

No wait.

Something borrowed, something blue,

in this case the same thing.

- Keep it.

Honeymoon present from the maid of honour.

- Oh can't.

Wouldn't be borrowed then would it?

(dramatic music)

- Marina,

are you all right?

- Fine, yes I'm fine.

- And Beth?

- Oh, seventh heaven.

(dramatic music)

(violin music)

- Really?

(people talking)

- Bastard.

- Open your mail this morning, Mr. Colquhoun?

- This isn't the time.

- Yes, it damn well is.

- It's been taken care of, I told you that.

- Yeah you did repeatedly.

I stopped believing you six months ago.

- These things take time.

- Do they?

Well your time just run out.

- You're the estate manager, Lawson.

An employee.

- You telling me to know my place?

- Yes, that's exactly what I'm telling you.

(dramatic music)

(people talking)

- Woo (laughs).

(laughs) (dramatic music)

(screaming)

(dramatic music)

- Harry, have you seen Beth?

- Well, you haven't lost her already have you?

Is he still-- - Don't worry

I can handle it.

- Look Randall, those IT shares.

- I know.

They don't look too smart just now.

But they'll recover.

You just have to hold on-- - I am holding on, Randall.

Fingertips.

Skin of teeth.

(gasping) (audience applauding)

- Right well we're leaving now.

But you don't have to. (audience cheering)

- [Crowd] Bye, good luck!

- Have a great day.

- [Lady] All the best.

(audience cheering) - Bye, bye!

(people talking)

(soft music)

- What if somebody sees us?

- We'll say we got lost.

- No.

(piano music)

(door shuts)

(kissing)

(screams) (dramatic music)

- New Zealand, Southern Lakes.

Horse riding.

Jeep safaris.

Bungy jumping, I don't think so.

Rock climbing-- - Your father and I

went bushwalking.

- Aren't there snakes?

- No, no, no snakes in New Zealand.

- Spiders?

- No spiders in New Zealand.

- Cully the thing is--

- Don't tell me that.

- Tell you what?

- No snakes no spiders.

I spent the whole time looking for them.

- Ah, that explains why you weren't admiring the scenery.

- Cully, we might have-- - Apparently, there are

glow-worm caves in Te Anau.

- There's a bit of a-- - I forgot.

Someone's gonna have to pick up the order of service

from the printers.

- I'll do that.

- Really?

What about work?

- Joyce my only daughter's getting married.

Naturally I want to be involved.

Anyways, be quiet.

The godless of Midsomer seem to be taking a break.

- Cully.

About the honeymoon.

Bit of a snag.

- Hello Jones.

- What kind of a snag?

- Sorry.

- Well,

it's good news and bad news.

- It's just bad news isn't it?

- [Simon] Of course not. - When?

I'll meet you there.

- [Cully] And you're telling me this now?

- [Simon] I'm sorry.

- Done a headcount?

- I've asked for a guest list.

At least 100 though.

- Oh only a hundred suspects.

That's good.

- I'm sorry sir, I have to ask you to clear the area.

- Damn it I won't be told where and where not to go

in my own house.

- Is there a problem?

- I tried to tell him sir.

- Who the hell are you?

- I am detective chief inspector Barnaby

from Causton CID, sir, and this is

Detective Sergeant Jones.

And you sir are?

- Harry Fitzroy.

- And are you the owner?

- The owner?

Well, the Fitzroy family has owned the house

for nearly 400 years.

So yes, I suppose I am the owner.

- Well you don't own this bit of it sir,

not of present anyway, because this is now

a crime scene.

So I'd be very grateful if you would leave the area please.

Of course myself and Detective Sergeant Jones

will need to talk to you later on.

Thank you, sir.

- Been getting a lot of this upstairs downstairs stuff.

(dramatic music)

- George?

- Hello Tom.

Old families always have a lot of weaponry around

the place don't they?

Very handy.

The knife went in just below the sternum,

missed the spinal column and skewered her

to the wooden panelling.

No fingerprints, absolutely nothing

from forensics except...

- What's that?

Well, it's a feather.

- From a goose quill.

But, look, the edge is rounded,

cut to shape.

And there's a touch of grey which isn't natural colour.

Fletching Tom.

- So it's a the flight from an arrow.

- Ah Sally, did you call Ned?

- They're on their way back.

- Good.

Now get rid of those pesky policemen.

- How?

- Well I don't know you're the housekeeper, keep house.

(door shuts)

- Randall, what in God's name happened?

It was an accident surely.

- Sir Edward Fitzroy?

- Yes.

- Sir, I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby,

from Causton CID.

- Right, just wait would you?

- Sir Edward?

A murder has been committed in your house.

I am the senior investigating officer,

I need to talk to you.

(people talking)

- Marcus.

Now, I gather my guests are being interrogated?

That's unacceptable.

- Well they're not being interrogated sir,

they're being interviewed and it is necessary.

- Is it?

Why I don't number murders among my friends.

- Sir a woman has been murdered in your house,

therefore it follows there must be a murderer.

- Well it...

Someone masquerading as a guest.

An opportunist thief.

Marina surprised him, he killed her.

- Well, I'm glad to have your theory sir,

thank you for it.

But you won't be offended if I keep an open mind, will you?

- Well you just do what you have to do, Barnaby.

Just try to be unobtrusive.

And, and, and leave the family to itself.

If you wouldn't mind.

- If I could start with you, Mr. Colquhoun.

(siren blaring)

Mr. Colquhoun?

- It's pronounced Colquhoun.

- You were the best man I gather.

- I was.

- A friend of the family then?

- No, sworn enemy.

What do you think?

- Look we have family matters to discuss,

do we really have to do this now?

- Yes, and I'll also need to talk to the vicar

who was just here.

- Who Uncle Marcus?

- But I'm happy to start with you,

and Mr. Collkewhoun.

- Why didn't you tell me before?

- I suppose,

I needed to think it through.

- Yeah, sure.

Well, thank god you're telling me now

and not after the wedding.

- I thought it best to be honest about things.

- Yeah.

And?

- Cully I'm sorry.

- Yeah.

So am I.

- If there's anything I can do.

- What?

- As far as I can gather,

the victim was well liked and had none blemished past.

What about the guests?

- No leads so far.

They're not very talkative are they, the Fitzroys?

- Old families, Jones.

In a house this size there are many cupboards.

- And many skeletons.

- Have you spoken to the staff?

There's a housekeeper, there's a cook.

And apparently there's an estate manager.

Robin Lawson.

Right, you talk to the staff,

I'll take the Fitzroys.

- Oh, yeah, I know my place.

- Good.

(door shuts)

- Hmm.

Night cap?

- Diet buster.

- What was it then?

Simon's snag?

- The band have got a gig,

headlining at some massive stadium in Germany.

He wants us to stop off in Dusseldorf

on the way to New Zealand.

- What couple of days?

- A week.

- A week?

Well, it is the band.

He's thinking of the future.

- So am I.

(birds chirping)

- Good shooting.

- It comes with practise.

- I'm sure.

I see you're using the traditional English longbow there.

- We fought at Agincourt and Crecy.

The longbow won us those battles.

- By us, you mean the Fitzroys?

- By us, I mean the English.

- And you're a Fitzroy yourself now, aren't you?

- I've known the family a long time.

I shoot with the men of Crecy.

- Pardon?

- My husband's longbow club.

- Oh.

Can anyone join?

Actually I was looking for Mr. Robin Lawson,

the estate manager.

- Oh he's got a cottage annexed to the east wing.

Or he'll be out on the estate somewhere.

- Ah thank you.

Marina Fellowes, she was your maid of honour wasn't she?

You'd know her as well as anyone.

- And?

- And you'd know if she had any secrets.

- Secrets?

Well, everyone has secrets.

By the way I'm going up to London later today.

I'm going to be staying the night.

I hope that's allowed.

I'd like to see Marina's parents.

- Well weren't they at the wedding?

- Her father's an invalid,

her mother's his carer.

I spoke to them on the telephone, but...

- Okay, fine.

- Please. - Oh.

(arrow firing)

- My last words to her, gross words,

and all over nothing at all. - You're right,

it was nothing at all.

So you mustn't upset yourself.

- Oh, sorry.

I'm Detective Sergeant Jones, Causton CID can I have a--

(crying)

- Marina thought the lamb was underdone.

Mary got defensive.

They had a row.

- She seems to have taken it to heart.

- It was a week ago, something and nothing.

But Mary couldn't seem to let it go.

So, Detective Sergeant Jones how can I help?

- Well, I need to ask you questions.

- Wedding, followed by reception,

I was busy all day, mostly with the caterers,

or checking the flight to Venice was on time.

I didn't see Marina after the wedding breakfast

apart from the occasional glimpse in passing.

I assume it was an opportunist thief

and she caught him at it.

- You believe that?

- I don't quite know what to believe.

Would you like a coffee?

- Uh, yeah.

- Yeah me too.

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

(knocking)

(door creeks) (dramatic music)

- [Robin] They got in the post this morning.

Yes, I spoke to Colquhoun,

he's rattled, they all are.

Look, I've got to go, there's someone at the door.

- Mr. Lawson?

Mr. Robin Lawson?

- Who are you?

- I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby

from Causton CID.

- With or without the search warrant?

- Oh I'm sorry, you must have heard me knock?

- Did you hear me say come in?

What do you want?

- It's about Marina Fellowes sir.

I want to know about your movements yesterday, please.

Where were you?

- I went to a wedding.

- I wonder if there was anything, you know,

you saw, you heard that might shed some light

on the murder of Marina Fellowes?

- Can't help you, sorry.

Wish I could.

- Did you know her well?

- I knew her.

She was a lovely girl.

- Oh I see you're one of those, I mean

one of the men of Crecy?

- I'm their fletcher.

They let me shoot with them sometimes.

- What the Fitzroys?

Well, there's an honour for you.

A piece of feather was found by Marina's body.

Same pattern as this.

- Yeah?

There's broken feathers all over the place.

- How long have you been estate manager here?

- Too long.

- And what is your relationship with the Fitzroys?

- Well, we're not required to tug our forelocks any more

if that's what you mean.

- How long have you worked for the family?

- Just over a year.

It was good pay, good working conditions.

- Good employers?

- Demanding, but I expected that.

- Was there any friction between Marina Fellowes

and the Fitzroys?

- No she was Beth's closest friend.

There was, well there was something between

Marina and Marcus.

- The vicar?

- Sort of.

Marcus has had the living here since he was ordained.

The Fitzroy's priest is always a Fitzroy.

- And he and Marina?

- Well it was before I came here.

They were an item for a time.

Marina broke it off.

It seems Marcus was very bitter.

(laughs)

The men of Crecy.

- They like playing lords and serfs, don't they?

- What makes you think it's a game?

- Tom, where are you?

It's the rehearsal and you're not here.

Simon's not here.

- Joyce this is a murder inquiry.

- 10 minutes, 15 at the most.

Just to make sure you know what you're doing on the day.

- It'll have to be 10 minutes.

You say Simon's not there?

- [Joyce] No.

- Well, do you know where he is?

- [Joyce] No one seems to know.

And Tom that's not all.

(dramatic music)

- I felt the wind of that.

- Bodkin point, grey and white barred fletching.

Yours Robin.

- Sorry. - That yours was it?

You were a long way off target, weren't you?

- Looks like the nock's uneven,

it caused me to release early.

- I thought you people were experts?

- The arrow's badly finished, it happens.

- Yes, well no harm done.

Amazingly effective, longbows.

12th century, war against the Welsh actually.

Report of a man at arms being struck by an arrow,

went straight through his iron leg armour,

through his leg, through his leather tunic,

through his saddle, killed his horse.

(laughs)

- Imagine how lucky I feel.

- Some accident.

That was way off target.

- Robin Lawson's arrow had a barred flight,

just like this.

- It's just like the fragment we found.

(tyres screeching)

- You're in trouble mister.

- She'll understand.

You don't know my daughter as well as you think.

- Where the hell have you been?

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

I forgot.

I was at a meeting in London about the German gig.

As soon as I remembered,

it was a really important meeting Cully.

- More important than our wedding?

- No of course not.

- I called your mobile 10 times.

- Oh yeah, I forgot to charge it, battery's dead.

Cully, I really am-- (phone rings)

Cully!

- I seem to recall when you spoke to me earlier,

you said, that's not all.

- The caterers rang.

It seems they've gone out of business.

- Done what?

- They're broke.

Bust.

Down the drain.

I blame you.

- Me?

What did I do?

- Well you just booked the cheapest caterers

you could find, that's what.

Typical.

Unless you can come up with a small miracle,

we're going to have 80 guests sitting down

to an empty table.

(soft music)

- Detective Sergeant-- - I know.

It's a terrible business.

Poor girl.

- I'm told you had a row with her.

- I don't like to think about it.

- And what was the row about?

- It was silly.

I suppose I don't take kindly to being told my job.

Lamb should be pink.

Bloody she called it.

I got a bit high and mighty.

Wish I hadn't.

- I'm also told that the reverend Marcus Fitzroy

and Marina were romantically involved.

- You mean they had an affair.

People will gossip.

- Is it true?

- True enough.

True as it was for her and Sir Edward.

- Sir Edward the bridegroom?

- It was a while ago, now.

Marina was always staying here at the hall.

Then he put an end to it.

Devastated she was.

I reckon she took up with the reverend on the rebound.

- Why?

Why did Sir Edward put an end to the affair?

- She loved him.

He loved Beth Porteous.

- Love hurts.

- So I'm told.

- Well thank you. (soft music)

- For the pot.

(soft music)

- They're married now.

Next thing, there'll be another heir.

You've got to claim what's yours.

Good timing though.

Solicitor's letter on the day of the wedding

making mention of the will.

Cat among the pigeons.

You should have done it long ago.

It's your right.

Your birthright.

(birds chirping)

- Now what are we gonna do about Lawson, Randall?

Man seems determined to make trouble.

- Well he only wants money, doesn't he?

- Only money.

- We made him an offer, he turned it down.

- Well tell him to go to hell.

- Oh do shut up Harry.

If it wasn't for your stock-market adventures

we'd be in a much better position to buy him off.

Now something's gotta be done.

It's a family matter.

I will not have it made public.

- Look, Ned, leave it to me.

I'll find a way.

- Yes, do that.

Whatever it takes.

It's bad enough having the police

poking their nose into everything.

Whoever killed Marina chose a seriously inconvenient time.

- He was always keen on her wasn't he?

Lawson?

Always mooning around her.

- She was something of a family favourite.

- Have you got anything useful from the servants quarters?

- It seems Marina Fellowes had a fling

with Sir Edwards before taking up with Marcus Fitzroy.

- What the vicar?

- The vicar.

That's typical of the upper classes.

If it's not foxhunting or polo, it's sex.

Oh, by the way, me being an usher and so on,

what time do I need to be at the church?

- Oh, you must ask Lady Barnaby there.

- Everything going smoothly?

- Oh, bride and groom not speaking,

catering non-existent, general air of panic.

(laughs)

Yes.

- We have a knife wound to the abdominal wall.

The blade driving through,

glancing off the lumbar vertebrae

and into the wooden panelling behind her.

First indications are that she died

of hypovolemic shock.

No surprise there.

- It would take a good deal of strength

to do that, wouldn't it?

- Are you thinking her attacker is male?

- Yes.

- Not necessarily.

Adrenalin rush is a powerful thing.

Hell hath no fury.

- Like a woman's scorned.

- He won't be pleased.

The honeymoon's on hold, so he's taking

the opportunity to sit for his portrait.

It'll take its place in the great hall.

- We just put photos on the sideboard.

(bird chirping)

- I specified no visitors.

- They're not exactly visiting, Ned.

- Must there be two of them?

- Well, I need to clear a few things up

with Miss Fielding.

- Okay.

- Yes, well I'm busy, as you can probably see.

- Yeah I'm sorry.

It's actually your brother I want to speak to.

- Well I have no idea where Harry is

or whether he'd be inclined to speak to you.

- You are having a bit of a problem

with the procedure, aren't you sir?

It is not optional.

And the same goes for all of you.

- My family and friends have already given you

a good deal of their time, Barnaby.

- Time, a little.

Information, hardly any at all.

For example, no one told me that Marina Fellowes

had once had a relationship with you,

and then later on with your Uncle Marcus.

- These are family matters, Barnaby,

it's none of your damn business.

- Sir, this is a murder investigation.

Everything is my business.

The arrow that narrowly missed me this morning,

belonged to your estate manager, yes?

- It was Lawson's fletching, yes.

- Anybody else use that fletching?

- No.

We each have our own, all different.

Anything else?

- Yeah.

When you need see your brother,

you tell him to call me.

- I'll try to remember.

- Tell him!

Now, I'd very much like to see your Uncle Marcus,

if somebody would deign to tell me where he is?

(dramatic music)

- Mea culpa, mea culpa,

mea culpa.

Mea maxima culpa.

Mea culpa,

mea culpa,

mea maxima culpa. (crying)

I loved Marina so much.

We were engaged,

as good as anyway.

And I thought,

perhaps she'd get over Ned.

And then I could make her happy.

But then she ended things.

She said, she couldn't pretend.

It was the worst thing that's ever happened to me.

If I couldn't have her,

why should anyone else?

And then

I did a terrible thing.

- Marcus,

are you telling me that you killed her?

- Of course not.

How could you think such a thing?

(dramatic music)

(bird chirping)

- How long has this been going on?

- A while.

- Where does she take the stuff?

- No idea.

- And you haven't reported her?

- Well, it's an upstairs-downstairs world.

- And where do you stand?

- On the landing.

- Do you think their row really was

about how the lamb should be cooked?

- What, do you think Marina found out

that Mary was stealing?

- She could have lost her job.

People have killed for less.

- Well she was in tears over Marina.

You saw her.

- Good subterfuge, perhaps.

- You've got a very suspicious mind.

- I'm a police officer.

Suspicious mind is on my CV.

I'll see you soon.

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping) (door shutting)

- Oh.

Oh!

(laughs)

- Yes that's Peggy Benson's cottage.

She was cook here at the hall before Mary.

- So why would Mary steal food for Peggy Benson?

- Well, they were friends for one thing.

And the Fitzroys weren't generous to Peggy when she retired.

So, you said you had some things to clear up with me?

- Oh, no.

Well we were hoping to have a word with Harry Fitzroy.

- Harry?

I haven't seen Harry all day.

He might have gone to see his bank,

problems I think.

Harry's been investing rashly.

I think the tips came from Randall.

- Tell me about Mr. Collkewhoun.

- He and Ned were at St. Malley's together.

I think Ned came to rely on his financial advice

when his parents died.

- So Randall and the Fitzroys are close.

- He's almost a member of the family.

Very protective.

You know, there was something between him

and Robin Lawson on the morning of the wedding.

- What?

- A solicitor's letter came.

Normally, I'd open anything not marked personal.

But Randall swooped on it.

Later, I saw him and Robin arguing.

- You think the two events are connected?

- Who knows?

So, any more questions, Detective Sergeant Jones?

- Yes.

What time do you get off work?

- In about an hour.

- Pub in the village?

- Yeah, lovely.

- They got your letter all right.

It doesn't seem to have many any difference.

We got to push them,

push them hard.

Well, you're the solicitor, you tell me.

- No, this coming Wednesday actually.

I thought you might say that.

Okay, thanks, bye.

It's going to be fish and chips at this rate.

- Very nice,

to do when weather turns nasty by the backs.

- What?

- It's driving me, oh!

- Tom!

We have a wedding on the brink of disaster.

- This is my way of a sedative, Joyce.

I'm every bit of concerned as you are about Cully,

about Simon, and about the catering.

We could try Porter's.

They look after us down at the station,

you know, divisional parties, leaving dinners and so on.

- It's police catering.

Steak and chips, black forest gateau and a stripper.

- We don't have strippers.

Well all right, please yourself.

I'm just trying to help.

(people talking)

- Are you sure I can't give you a lift home?

- No, that's my taxi.

- Oh okay.

Do me a favour.

Call me when Harry Fitzroy gets back

from wherever he's gone.

- Oh, so I'm a police spy, now.

What is the pay good?

- No, it's terrible.

- Might have guessed.

(kisses)

(ringing)

- Hello?

Oh, hi.

I was at the pub, I was just leaving.

Okay sure, yeah I'll get you one in.

(dramatic music)

- Not now, Lawson.

- I want to see Sir Edward.

- Unavailable sorry.

- This is the last time of asking.

- Yes?

Well, that's a relief.

(dramatic music) (heavy breathing)

- Everybody gets nervy before their wedding day.

It's tradition.

It's like black cats and drunk uncles.

- Yes, well,

how traditional is it for the groom to make a mess

of the honeymoon?

- Not uncommon, I should think.

- You know what I mean.

- I could see it's disappointing,

and I can see your upset because

he seems to be putting business before you.

But maybe he is thinking about you,

your future.

- Yeah.

You see now you sound like my dad.

- Ah,

sorry about that.

Look, you wouldn't have got this far

if you didn't really care about each other.

- People do.

- Not you, Cully.

- Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

So, do you know anything about Dusseldorf?

- Happening place, definitely.

(dramatic music)

- Ben,

Ben,

Ben!

Come.

(dramatic music)

(dog barks)

Ben!

(arrow fires) (dramatic music)

(siren wailing)

- Time of death?

- Early morning.

Around 6:00 AM.

Whoever killed him was a brilliant shot.

The arrow went between the third and fourth rib,

and pierced the heart.

He was dead before he hit the ground.

(camera shutters)

- Sir Edward. - Wait.

Beth it's me, look I don't know where the hell you are,

just something dreadful has happened,

just call me when you get this, will you?

This is an appalling state of affairs.

What steps are you taking?

- Step one is to ask everyone staying at the hall

to remain available for questioning,

that includes your immediate family, Sir Edward.

- Shouldn't I be talking to your superior?

- I gather that the body was found by your under gardener,

who cam immediately to you.

- Yes.

- And you went to the scene,

you saw the body.

- Yes.

- The arrow that killed Mr. Lawson--

- It's a swallowtail broad-head.

It's a hunting arrow, used for big game mostly,

deer and the like.

Remind me, what is your rank?

- And the fletchling, is it?

- Fletching.

It's called parabolic.

- Red and yellow.

Is there a member of the Men of Crecy

who uses that fletching?

- My wife, actually.

(dramatic music)

- So a top table and then individual tables

with six guests.

- Did you remember to order the vegetarian option?

- Oh yes, all taken care of.

- Are you sure, because there's quite a lot

of people coming who-- - oh, my God.

Family Barnaby, I presume.

- Yes?

- Well, it's frightfully drab and utilitarian.

Ugh!

Fill the place with white roses.

Since we're in a geographical black spot,

I had hoped for a little rustic charm.

- Excuse me, would you mind telling us,

who are you?

- I am Maurice.

Your wedding organiser.

- Wedding organiser?

Didn't you think I could cope?

- Don't look at me.

- Simon asked me to come to the rescue.

I have a certain reputation in show business circles.

The thrones at the Beckhams' wedding?

- Well, will you tell him or shall I?

- Don't you be too hasty.

We've got the catering problem.

- Simon.

I can't get a signal in here.

- Maurice, there is something you might be able

to help us with.

We've got a little problem with our caterer.

- I only ever use Clarke and Butler of St. James.

They feed all my people.

- Oh we are working to a budget.

- Oh, well all right,

I can beg them to keep it down to a hundred pounds a plate,

but I mean I-- - A hundred pounds.

- I'm sorry, visions only come in science.

Unless of course you wish to say something.

- Well actually Maurice, I do.

- I'm sorry, Joyce.

I just wanted to make things less stressful for you.

- Less stressful?

Have you met Maurice?

(laughs)

- Cully told me.

- Well I'm glad the two of you are talking.

Oh weddings.

Nothing but headaches and anxiety right up to the day.

- No I haven't told anyone.

- [Jones] Well it's a big decision.

- Of course it's a big decision,

do you think I don't know that?

I just, I don't want to make a mistake

that I'm going to regret for the rest of my life.

I've got to make a decision by tomorrow.

What am I going to do?

- Well you're going to have to say something.

- I know.

I know.

I have to tell him.

(door creaking)

- I have to go.

- Well, what the bloody hell are you doing here?

- Investigating a murder.

And since this is the victim's house,

I'm inclined to as you the same question.

- Well, that would be my affair.

- Mine too, and I'd like an answer.

- Oh for god's sake.

Look Lawson was an employee of the family.

He has no living relatives and we're acting

as executors to the will.

That's what I was looking for.

- Find it?

- No.

He died intestate,

which means further complications.

- Where have you been for the last day or so, Mr. Fitzroy?

- Away on business.

Private business.

Are you allowed to interrogate me like this?

- I'm allowed to question you, yes.

I'm also allowed to make a note

of the fact that you seem very reluctant to answer.

- I see.

Well.

I went to London to see my accountant.

Stayed at The Savoy, as I always do.

All right.

- Mr. Fitzroy,

don't go missing again.

- Oh please.

- Sorry.

I'm sorry Jones.

Couldn't get any signal where I was.

George Bullard gave me the details.

Right now, you'd better get everyone to stay on site--

- Don't that sir.

- Have you, good.

And try and establish whose arrow--

- Lady Fitzroy's.

- Lady Fitzroy's?

Find out where she is?

- Still in London, still not answering her phone.

At least, that's what we're led to believe.

- But Harry Fitzroy's turned up hasn't he?

Where'd he been hiding?

- Good question.

I thought I was here alone.

I heard a noise,

came to look,

and there he was.

- What reason did Harry Fitzroy give for being here?

- He said he was looking for Lawson's will.

- Hmm what do you make of this?

Look there's something on the back.

- Nice looking woman. - Yeah.

- Cast no sin here.

What's that supposed to mean?

- I've no idea.

- It's not a recent photo, is it?

Look at the way she's dressed,

and the hairstyle is...

What are you doing?

- The Fitzroys were a Catholic family.

And there was a time in this country

when saying the mass was punishable by death.

They used to hunt down the Catholics.

- Are you looking for a priest hole?

- Yeah, well, how did Harry Fitzroy

manage to pop up out of nowhere, eh?

(door creaks)

That's how. (dramatic music)

Sometimes priest holes weren't just hiding places.

They were connected to a tunnel,

an escape route, which is exactly what we've got here.

- So would the tunnel go back to the house?

- Yes.

(phone rings)

- Hello.

Oh, hi.

- Jones,

I would prefer it if your relationship

with Miss Fielding were on a professional basis.

- Yes, sir.

I have to call you back.

- Right.

(knocking)

Okay.

I'll speak to you later.

- What are you doing up here?

- Oh, you know.

My room,

childhood memories.

New life.

- Cully, I do love you.

- I love you too.

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

- Can you manage?

- Yes, thank you.

Hard going, people were smaller in those days.

That explains how the killer

could clean up the room and then leave without being seen.

- Lawson, the fragment of feather.

- How very careless of him.

- Yeah it was planted to incriminate him.

Nobody mentioned the priest hold.

But someone must have known about it, surely.

- Oh yeah.

A priest for example. (tyre screeching)

(horn beeping)

(dramatic music)

- Oh, milady returns.

- If she ever went away.

- Yes, it is rather obvious arrival.

Right Jones, you stay with them.

Use the short-cut.

(dramatic music)

- [Beth] I had to be careful.

I told everyone I was visiting Marina's parents.

- [Harry] What if he calls them?

- Well, I did visit them,

for about five minutes.

- Ned's been going crazy.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(door shuts)

(birds chirping) (dramatic music)

(grasping to breathe) (dramatic music)

- No.

No of course I understand, yes goodbye.

I'm at my wits end.

- Are you, why?

- The wedding's tomorrow.

We've got 80 guests and no food.

Tom, what are we going to do?

- Porter's.

- What?

- Porter's.

I told them to be on standby.

All we got to do is give them a ring

and they will go ahead.

- Thank heaven. - No stripper,

but there is, there is cream of stilton

and broccoli soup, roasted peppers, oh well.

- The poached Scottish salmon,

the ballotine of chicken, and wild cherry

and honeycomb parfait.

It's what we planned, the original menu.

- Yeah and they'll do a deal on the wine for us.

- You are a genius.

- That is true.

(dramatic music) (phone ringing)

- [Simon] Cully, I've been trying to get ahold of you.

Are you okay?

Give me a call when you get this.

(people talking)

- I phoned Tom, there's no answer.

So I left a message.

- Me too.

Time of death?

- Recent.

About half an hour.

- Improvised weapon.

Who found the body?

- The housekeeper from Bledlow Hall, sarge.

- Sally?

Where is she?

- In the back garden.

Sally.

- Sally?

I was told you found the body.

- I thought she was asleep.

Then I, I saw the blood and the...

- Why did you come here?

- Oh to tell Peggy here wouldn't be any more deliveries.

I mean I didn't mind, really, but since Mary's pilfering

had been noticed.

Ben, as I was arriving, someone else was leaving.

- Go on.

- A car going down the lane away from me.

I couldn't see who was driving,

but it was a black porsche.

Randall's car.

- I'll be back okay.

(dramatic music)

Randall Colquhoun's car observed leaving the scene, sir.

- Arrest him.

- On my way.

- Old families,

old secrets.

(bird chirping)

(dramatic music)

(siren wailing)

- What do you want, you oik?

- Yeah, that's me all right.

No class, no breeding,

no coat of arms,

definitely no old money.

An oik.

But I'm a police officer.

And I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.

Mr. Collkewhoun.

(dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

- Is he talking?

- Only to ask for his solicitor.

- Look at this.

This is the one we found at Robin Lawson's place.

And this is the one Peggy was looking at

just before she was murdered.

- It's the same woman.

- It is indeed.

Cast no sin here.

Was she the sinner, I wonder?

(phone beeping)

Hi Joyce.

- I've been trying to get you on your mobile.

- Yeah sorry I was driving.

(shushing)

- Why what's matter?

- Cully.

She's on the sofa.

Simon's been trying to call her on and off

since she got back.

She won't speak to him.

I don't know if there's going to be a wedding tomorrow.

Can you talk to her?

- Hiya Cully.

It's late,

almost your wedding day.

- I'm in trouble.

(dramatic music)

(arrow fires)

- Well it's a very, very big step, Cully.

And if you've got any doubts, any doubts at all--

- No, no, no, it's not him.

It's not Simon, it's not any of that.

- Well what is it?

- The three sisters.

At the National.

My agent called to say I was up to play Natasha

and they wanted me to audition.

- When was this?

- This afternoon.

- Did you get it?

Well, hooray!

- Rehearsals start in a week.

- Ah.

- Exactly.

- And you haven't told Simon?

- No, I've been trying to scrape up the courage, but...

- Okay Cully love.

You might not get to New Zealand.

But this is a marriage, not a holiday.

Maybe it's just as well that this happened now,

not later on you know.

Your career, his career, you'll know where you stand

from the word go.

You both have your careers and you're both determined

to pursue them.

Well that's great no one is fooling anyone,

and that sounds like to me a good start to married life.

- (laughs) Oh dad,

we've just been getting at each other recently.

Getting married can really mess things up.

- Has it?

- No.

I love him, I really do.

- Perhaps you should tell him.

- You're right.

I will.

- In person.

(dramatic music)

It's past midnight.

Wedding day.

- I finished your crossword, by the way.

- Did you?

What do you when weather turns nasty by the backs.

- It's wear the mac.

See the word turns tells you--

- Ah I see it's an anagram.

I should have got that.

An anagram of weather is wear the--

- And the back is that stretch of river

behind the Cambridge colleges.

- The river Cam.

- If you turn Cam around you get mac.

And what do you do?

- You wear the mac.

Oh very, very clever.

No one would believe you were once a blonde would they?

Oh for crying out loud.

Cast no sin here.

- What?

- Cast no sin here.

That too blondie is an anagram.

(dramatic music)

(crying)

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

- You're supposed to be--

- At home, yes.

Look at this.

The Lady Catherine Fitzroy.

- The woman in the photographs.

- This is a history of the Fitzroy family.

Now, in the Fitzroy family,

the first son is always called Edward,

shortened to Ned.

And the second son is always, always Henry,

shortened to Harry.

Now, in the present generation,

there is no third son.

But if there were, he would be a Robert.

Shortened to Robin.

Now do you remember the writing on the photograph

at Robin Lawson's place?

Cast no sin here.

Cast no sin here.

Is an anagram for Catherine's son.

- Robin Lawson. - Yep.

That was an inscription, a coded inscription

from a mother to her love child.

- So he was killed,

why?

- It's got to be for inheritance, property.

There's a lot more questions we've got to ask

the Fitzroy family. (phone ringing)

- Really.

- And you're absolutely positive about that?

That's great, thank you!

Sir, when I was up at Bledlow Hall,

I saw Harry Fitzroy and Beth kissing.

- Wasn't just a hello kiss was it?

- No.

So I took a picture of them.

I took several in fact, and sent a couple to The Savoy.

- Why did you tell me all this?

- I used my initiative, sir.

I also wrote a report, it's on your desk.

But perhaps you were busy with the wedding.

- What was the phone call?

- The manager of The Savoy.

The girls that was staying there with Harry Fitzroy

was his brand new sister-in-law.

- Oh!

Pay a visit, Jones.

Drop a heavy hint that you know all about The Savoy.

Spread a little panic,

you're good at that.

(dramatic music)

- What time is it?

- After 10, we slept late.

- I was until the small hours talking to lawyers.

God knows why Barnaby had Randall arrested.

- He was seen driving away from Peggy's cottage.

- A car like his was seen.

That's all.

God, Marina, Lawson, now Peggy.

What the hell's going on?

- Ned, I'd like to get away for a while.

- We will.

Just as soon as this wretched business

is cleared up, we'll pick up where we left off,

on our honeymoon.

In the meantime,

come back to bed.

(dramatic music)

- So Simon doesn't mind

about the honeymoon?

- Oh no.

Open tickets, so New Zealand will always be there.

- Short and sweet.

- Hmm?

- Short and sweet, my speech.

Cully, A beautiful, B best daughter a man ever had.

Are you doing the love, honour and obey stuff?

- Have you heard of feminism?

- I stack the dishwasher.

- I have agreed to with all my worldly goods

I thee endow.

Chances are I'll come out ahead.

- All your worldly goods.

Now there's a thought.

(phone beeping)

Jones, where are you?

- On my way to the hall.

- [Barnaby] I'll meet you there.

- [Jones] Yes, sir.

(dramatic music)

(banging) (dramatic music)

- Did you expect to get away with it?

You think I didn't know what you were doing?

- None of that matters anymore.

Time for a simpler solution.

(fighting)

- Stop this for god's sake.

- Get away from me you whore.

(stumbles)

(tyres screeching)

(sword clings)

(dramatic music)

- No! (gasping)

(clanging)

(dramatic music) (clanging)

(wrestling)

- Stay!

- Henry Fitzroy, I'm arresting you for the--

- Sir Edward Fitzroy, I'm arresting you

for the murders of Marina Fellowes,

Robin Lawson, and Peggy Benson.

- Eh?

(siren wailing)

- When did it begin then, your affair?

- Look are you going to charge me with something?

- Attempted murder probably,

and the assault of a police officer.

- It wasn't an affair.

We loved one another.

- What, Beth!

- You married his brother.

- He proposed to me a dozen times or more,

and in the end--

- And the end you decided to accept him.

And the motive was money,

am I right?

'Cause you were flat broke.

Made very bad investments.

- A marriage of convenience.

The old families specialise in that.

- And after a while the marriage would break down.

Well, you'd make sure it broke down.

And then you would get a very handsome divorce settlement.

Then, after a suitable interval of time had elapsed,

you and Harry would suddenly discover your true feelings

for each other.

- But Net found out about your relationship,

didn't he?

- Yes, god knows how.

He wouldn't let her go.

Divorce isn't done in our family.

- So you decided you'd have to kill him.

What would you have said?

That it was self-defense?

- That is what I'm saying.

- Well there it is.

- Family.

Family honour.

You killed Marina Fellowes because she found out

that your brother and the woman who had just become

your wife were lovers.

(door creaking)

(dramatic music) (kissing)

- [Jones] Marina was in love with you, wasn't she?

- She saw them.

She went back to take Beth her passport

and they were making love.

Beth and I had been married for precisely three hours.

Marina asked me what I planned to do.

- [Barnaby] And you said?

- Nothing.

I said I would do nothing.

It would have been a scandal.

And anyway-- - You were in love

with Beth.

Had been for years.

- She was married to me!

She would stay married to me.

- But then Marina decided to force the issue, yes?

- I persuaded her that we should find

somewhere private to talk.

- I saw them, Ned.

I went back with her passport and I saw them.

They were screwing.

Your new bride and your brother.

She's a whore.

She doesn't love you, but I do.

I always have.

You know that.

- Marina, you must tell nobody about this.

Nobody, you understand?

This is family business.

- Really?

Well, pretty soon it'll be everyone's business,

because I'll tell them.

- You mustn't do that.

- Why?

You fool.

She only wants your money.

All I want is your love.

- I knew that if I simply did nothing,

went away on honeymoon,

she would tell people what she'd seen.

I pretended.

(kissing)

(struggling)

(gasping) (dramatic music)

- And then you left by the passage from the priest hold.

Is that when it first occurred to you

to try to implicate your half-brother?

- How did you know that?

- Your mom died tragically and prematurely didn't she?

But I imagine she left a will.

Was Robin Lawson named as a beneficiary in that will?

- No one has any recollection of such a will.

- No, they haven't.

Even so, Robin Lawson wanted a piece

of the estate, didn't he?

And he was getting quite insistent about that

because he had found the will.

- I thought leaving the feather was rather a clever stroke.

- There's broken feathers all over the place.

- [Ned] He realised one of the family had set him up.

It made him even more vengeful.

- That settles it, it's time.

Time for the truth to come out.

- He was threatening to reveal he was

my mother's bastard son.

- Ben,

Ben,

Come! (dog barks)

Ben! (arrow firing)

(dramatic music)

- [Jones] And then, of course, Peggy Benson had to die.

She was the village midwife,

the only person outside the family

who knew about the child.

- Don't worry, I'll take care of things.

- They both lived on the estate.

She brought him up really.

Love him like a mother.

She knew he was pushing his claim

and encouraged him to take further.

- It's your right.

Your birthright.

- Another heir would have put him

even further out in the cold.

- Canny old girl, Peggy.

She would have guessed that Lawson was killed

to shut him up.

- So you decided she had to be silenced, too.

- I just couldn't take the risk.

(dramatic music)

- So you killed her,

simply to protect the family?

- The family.

Yes, of course.

(upbeat piano music) (people cheering)

- You did take some of the netting out of this, didn't you?

- Quite a lot.

- If you say so.

- Cheers everyone. - Cheers!

(glasses clank)

- Good luck.

- Sir, police bail.

- Sir Edward Fitzroy's greatest friend,

the confidante, one of the elect.

You knew.

- You have no proof of anything, Barnaby.

Which is why I'm being released.

- Your car was seen leaving Peggy Benson's house.

You'd hoped to get there in time

to stop Sir Edward from killing again.

You knew he was the killer, didn't you?

You knew the truth about Robin Lawson.

You knew why Peggy had to die.

You, sir, knew everything about everything

but you said nothing.

You really believe, don't you,

that the normal rules of society don't apply

to people like you.

- We are the old families of England.

We own most of the country's land

and its wealth, and have done for generations.

And we make up our own rules.

- But not the rule of law, sir.

But you're gonna find out.

- [Police Officer] Sign just here please.

- [Barnaby] Joyce I'm on my way now.

- Well I should hope so.

The cars will be here in an half an hour.

Tom we can't find the orders of service.

Where did you put them?

- Ah, I've got them with me.

- Oh, he's got them.

- Oh!

- What?

- Flaming orders of service, I've forgotten

the orders of service.

To the printers, quick!

(horn beeping)

Oh that's just perfect.

What now?

- Desk-top publishing would have been my choice.

- Oh thank you.

Thank you very much for your insight, Jones.

They're there, look, look I can see them.

They're on the counter there in that package.

Barnaby.

The wedding car will be at my house in 15 minutes.

- We could break in.

- Break in!

Could you?

- Got a credit card?

- Yeah.

- Snick-snick, take the package, close the door behind us.

- I'm not watching.

- Oh!

Er sir...

- I don't know whether to be sad or glad.

(knocking)

- Go away, go away I've called the police.

- We are the police!

(phone beeping)

- Can you be given away by your mother?

- Oh!

- Aren't you going to answer it?

- I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't.

I've got 10 minutes.

I'll see you at the church.

- No, I need the car.

- What do you mean?

- I'm an usher.

I'm suppose to be there before you.

(siren wailing)

- Hello, sir.

- Troy!

You were on the wrong side of the road.

- Only for a moment or two.

- Nothing changes, does it, Troy?

- Sorry, sir.

Bit of luck running into you though.

I thought I was going to be late for the wedding.

(siren wailing)

- See you at the church Troy.

- Tom!

- Jones has taken the rest of those

down to the church.

- Where on earth have you been?

- Dad, we're going to be so late.

- I know, I know, don't worry Cully,

they can't start without us, can they?

(people talking)

- Let me re-tie this.

- See you later.

Right you all okay?

Detective Inspector it's nice to meet you.

- Yeah and you.

- Dr. Bullard.

Here you go.

- Yeah he's good, he's good.

(soft music)

- Okay if you'd like to go in.

- You sure about this?

- Yes.

- Absolutely sure about this?

- Yes, I'm sure.

- Beth!

Beth, for God's sake wait.

- You were going to kill him.

And I was going to betray him.

All in the name of love.

- Yeah but what Ned?

He did kill.

For you.

- Not really.

It was to save the family honour.

What a joke.

- Look Beth, he's gonna go to prison for murder.

It's the perfect grounds for divorce.

- Divorce?

Are you serious?

I'm Lady Fitzroy now.

I'm a rich woman. (engine revs)

(soft music)

- Families are great aren't they?

- Some are, some are not.

- Help me with this.

- Oh yes.

(soft music)

(wedding music)

You okay?

- I can't see a bloody thing. (wedding music)

(upbeat suspicious music)