Original subtitles

(birds chirping) (train horn blaring)

(whimsical music)

- Hey.

On your feet, Thomas.

There's a good lad.

(indistinct rattling) (squeaking)

(dramatic music)

Whoops.

Go on, there's a brave lad.

(ominous music)

(cryptic engaging music)

(emergency sirens wailing)

- Come on.

(children imitating sirens)

- Calm down.

Yes, all right, that's enough of that.

Ah, did you hear me, George?

(sirens wailing)

(door slams)

- What's going on?

- Don't know.

Saw the Compton sisters walking past, in a hurry.

(sirens wailing)

(tyres squealing)

(dramatic music)

(metal clanking)

- Edward, what was all the noise about?

- There's a police car.

- Police car?

- Lunchtime menu?

- I thought we'd have tomato and herb soup today.

It's nice and refreshing.

(chuckles)

(dramatic music)

- This way.

- What the hell?

- Come along.

Hurry up.

Will you let us in, please?

- Sorry, can't.

- For goodness' sake, it's our property.

- That may be the case, madam, but it's now a crime scene.

- Ridiculous. - Please, madam.

Morning, sir.

(mumbles)

- Thank you.

- I said let us in.

Well, surely you know who we are.

- I'm Hilary Compton.

- We don't have to explain ourselves.

- This is my sister, Harriet.

- Sir.

- Yes, (mumbles).

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby, Causton CID.

Excuse me, please.

(dramatic music)

- [Ben] And before anyone asks, sir,

his name's not Gulliver.

- What is his name?

- [Ben] Richard Tanner, sir.

Lives local.

- [Tom] Who found him?

- Bob Moss.

He works here.

Well, one thing's for sure, he didn't kill himself.

- Where's forensics?

- Bullard's on the way.

All those bits of string.

- Stop! - He's gonna love this.

- Just in case you people have failed to realise it--

- [Hilary] Harriet.

- It maybe the end of the season,

but we still have a business to run.

- [Gail] Wait.

(gasping)

Sorry, sir. (dramatic music)

- Right, that's enough.

Let's go.

Please.

Thank you.

- [Harriet] You could have told us, you know?

(keys clacking)

- Guess what.

The police have found a body, here in the village.

- A body?

- Oh, Edward, that's terrible.

Are you having one of your jokes?

We heard a police car.

- What do you mean a body?

Whose body?

- How do I know?

Probably some poor sod, died of boredom.

- [Tom] When you find him, Mr. Moss?

- Just after nine.

- Did you see anyone else here?

- No.

Anyway, we don't open till 10.

He was troubled, but he didn't deserve this.

- How do you mean he was troubled?

- Well, he used to trespass, come in after hours.

- Why?

- (scoffs) It was his way.

He didn't respect private property.

Almost cost me my job several times,

because I could not keep him out.

- Do you happen to know his next of kin, sir?

- There's only his sister Jackie, runs the craft shop.

So when can I clean up all this mess?

Can't leave it like this, and them all covered in blood.

- No, ooh, Mr. Moss.

Nothing is to be touched.

And we'll need to talk to you again.

Where can we find you?

- Well, I'll be in my workshop.

(dramatic music)

(photos clicking)

- Looks like he received a penetrating wound,

right side, lower back.

So we're looking for a weapon, a knife, sharp tool.

- Time of death?

- We won't know until we untangle him.

- What about the string and the pegs?

- Yeah, would have happened after death.

I'd say he was attacked there and dragged over here.

- Where he could be tied up.

- Yeah.

Some of these figures would have been knocked over,

so whoever killed him must have replaced them.

- Yeah.

Why?

(ominous music)

(people singing faintly)

♪ There was a branch ♪

♪ There was a branch ♪

♪ The prettiest branch ♪

♪ The prettiest branch ♪

♪ That you ever did see ♪

♪ That you ever did see ♪

♪ And the branch on the tree, and the tree in the hole ♪

♪ And the hole on the ground, and the green grass ♪

♪ Grows all around, all around ♪

♪ And the green grass grows all around ♪

♪ And on that branch ♪

♪ And on that branch ♪

♪ There was a nest ♪

♪ There was a nest ♪

♪ The prettiest nest ♪

♪ The prettiest nest ♪

♪ That you ever did see ♪

♪ That you ever did see ♪

♪ And the nest on the branch ♪

♪ And the branch on the tree ♪

♪ And the tree in the hole ♪

(dramatic music)

- Not for sale, I'm afraid.

I bet you're glad of that.

- Yes, well, no.

It's just, it doesn't look very seaworthy.

- Well, that's the idea.

It's the crazy craft race.

- Crazy what?

- It's an end of season event at Little Worthy, sir.

- Happens every year.

It's the only bit of fun we have. (chuckles)

- Are you Jackie Tanner?

- Yes.

- I am Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby,

and this is Detective Constable Stephens from Causton CID.

- (sighs) What's he done now?

- I'm sorry, who?

- Richard, my brother.

Been upsetting the locals again, has he? (chuckles)

Anyway, he'd had a couple of drinks,

when he broke the windows of the tea room.

It was an accident.

He was aiming at those naff plastic tables

they've got outside.

He hates them.

Well, he hates anything that isn't real.

(sombre music)

What is it, what's wrong?

- Miss Tanner, I regret to inform you that your brother,

Richard Tanner, is dead.

I am so sorry to have to bring this news to you.

- What are you saying to me?

How can he be dead?

He can't be.

How?

- His killing was unlawful.

We believe that he was murdered.

- Please, no.

Not Richard. - Come on, sit down, Jackie.

- Miss Tanner, of course, I have to ask you some questions.

These are very important.

When did you last see your brother?

- Yesterday, maybe?

Early yesterday.

Did they killed him?

- Who's they?

- The locals.

Most of them hated him.

- [Tom] Did they, why?

What reason?

- He didn't want Little Worthy changed in any way.

Didn't like anything new.

- So if someone suggested changes, improvements?

- He'd fight it.

- Miss Tanner, where was your brother,

when you last saw him?

- With that teacher.

Rebecca.

That bitch would never leave him alone.

He's my half brother, actually.

I loved him like a real brother.

(crying)

Poor Richard

(birds chirping)

(metal clanking)

- [Ben] Where was this?

- It was over there.

Look as if he spent some time here with someone last night.

These pegs are pretty standard.

Can be found in most hardware or outdoor activities stores.

- And the twine?

- Arts and crafts shops.

Garden centres.

Now I need to move him soon, Ben.

And the whole place needs to be searched.

- We'll arrange it.

(utensils clanking)

- Don't forget the far table.

Please.

- Oh, for God's sake.

Hardly anyone comes in here, at the best of times.

- You know your father likes the restaurant

to look as welcoming as possible, just in case.

- (scoffs) What?

With a dead body and police everywhere?

- Lay the table please.

(utensils clanking)

(mats thudding)

Would you like me to show you how to fold a napkin

to make it look like a bird?

I've been learning how to do it.

- You know your problem, don't you?

You've got a few of your pages stuck together.

(mats thudding)

(birds chirping)

(door clicking)

- Oh, it's you.

I thought it was her.

She doesn't like me smoking.

- Which one?

- Harriet. - Oh, Harriet.

Yeah.

Yeah, is she a miss or a Mrs?

- No, she's always known as Ms. Compton.

Never married.

Who'd want her?

- And her sister?

- Hilary?

Yes, she was wed once.

Years ago.

Still a young bridge when her husband died.

Went back to using her maiden name.

Still, they do all right for themselves.

I mean, they own half the village.

- And how long have you worked for them?

- 40 years.

Not easy years, either.

They're church people.

They didn't want a model pub in a model village.

I had to argue, until I was blue in the face,

before they'd let me make one.

If they had their way, none of these figures

would have a smile on their face.

(Ben hums)

Oh, yeah, yeah.

That's Arnold.

In for a bit of a spruce up.

Come on, then.

- What time did you leave here last night, Mr. Moss?

- [Bob] Locked up at six.

Left about 6:45.

Home at seven.

- And this workshop, this was locked up too, was it?

- Always is.

- Do you have family, Mr. Moss?

- I never needed one.

- Is there anyone who can confirm what time you got home?

- No.

- Richard Tanner was stabbed some time last night.

When was the last time you saw him, sir?

- I forget.

- Haven't seen him with any friends?

- I don't think he had any.

- Oh, come on, what about the local school teacher?

- Yeah, well, I did see him with her, once or twice.

- Did you kill him, Mr. Moss?

- Me?

(stammers) No.

- Well, you had good cause.

You said he almost cost you your job.

- (chuckles) Yeah, I know, but--

- Being out of work at your age?

Could be difficult.

(clock ticking)

- What's the matter, love?

Has Christa been rude to you again?

(sombre music)

Just give it time.

Things will get better.

Since her mother left, I'm all she has.

She's just a bit jealous, that's all.

(sniffling)

I couldn't be without you, Bernice.

Not now.

I couldn't bare it.

(people chattering faintly)

- Miss Rex?

- Yes?

- Can I have a word, please?

- I haven't seen Richard for a couple of days.

- Can you remember exactly when?

- (sighs) Well, I'd have to think about it.

- Or where?

- Oh, that's easy.

We went to the model village together.

He wanted to get ideas for the craft race.

Why are you asking me?

- Richard Tanner's dead.

He's been murdered.

(ominous music)

(birds chirping)

(erry twinkling music)

- Moss?

You spoke with Moss before coming to see us?

- Yes, Ms. Compton.

- That's disgraceful.

The man's responsible for what's happened.

He's brought it upon us.

- All right, Harriet.

- I'm sorry, why is he responsible?

- Because he smokes while he's working,

even though we've told him not to.

And he insisted we open the model village on a Sunday.

I shall never forgive him for that.

Get rid of him, Hillary.

Get rid of him now.

- I can't!

We need him.

- We need death, and blood spilled here on our doorstep?

Maybe the devil got him at last.

I remember him, when I taught at Sunday school.

In the days before bible classes were a thing of the past.

- Harriet!

I'm sure Mr. Barnaby hasn't come to talk about Bible class.

- Even as a young pupil, he was always causing disruption.

Well, the devil's children are renowned for that.

Well, I have nothing more to say.

I have things to do.

- In many ways, Richard Tanner was right.

He simply wanted to protect the village from change.

- Do you think that could have been reason to kill him?

- No!

- You got any idea who did kill him?

- No.

My family have lived at Little Worthy for generations.

I love the place.

But as a tourist village, it has to change.

- Ah, yes.

I don't want to make things worse for you, Ms. Compton,

but the model village is out of bounds,

to the public, for the time being.

I'm sorry.

- I thought it might be.

Do the locals know who was murdered?

- Not everyone.

We haven't released that information yet.

- Then I wouldn't bother if I were you.

Knowing Little Worthy, they'll have worked it out by now.

(woman wailing)

- No!

(sobbing)

(birds chirping)

- Think we should open up this room a bit next year.

Put more of the tables outside.

- The person who died.

It was Richard Tanner.

He'd been stabbed to death.

That's all this village needs.

Who's next, I wonder?

(water burbling)

♪ And on that branch ♪

♪ And on that branch ♪

♪ There was a nest ♪

♪ The prettiest nest ♪

(door thudding)

♪ That you ever did see ♪

(door thudding)

- This way, sir, in here.

(footsteps plopping)

These are the colours.

Ah, Miss Rix.

This is Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

- Miss Rix.

- I was just about to lock up.

Go home.

- Well, perhaps you can spare us

a moment or two before you go.

- Look, if it's about Richard,

I can't even begin to think about it right now.

- Look, Miss Rix,

we need to catch his killer as soon as possible.

And we need all the help we can get.

I've spoken to Richard's sister, Jackie Tanner.

- Oh, and I bet she had all sorts of nice things

to say about me.

- Well, she did mention,

well, what she actually said was,

"That bitch would never leave my brother alone."

- Oh, that's great coming from her.

That cow is so possessive.

She's the one who wouldn't leave him alone.

- Were you and Richard Tanner lovers?

- We were an item once.

Yes.

- What went wrong?

- He dumped me.

OK, so it hurt at the time.

I can't really handle rejection.

- Were you with Richard Tanner last night,

in the model village?

- No!

I've already told him.

I haven't seen Richard since,

now, hang on.

I may hate what he did to me, but I wouldn't hurt him.

I could never do that!

- Who could?

- Lots of people.

- Name one.

- Well, for a start, there's Mike Johnson.

From the gift shop.

Richard threatened him once.

- For what reason?

- The randy git tried it on with his sister.

God knows why.

But I thought she needed livening up.

- Did Richard have a girlfriend?

- Well, there's that kid from the hotel,

but I'd hardly call her a girlfriend.

- Why?

- Because she's too young, that's why.

It was probably just a friendship.

- It's a nice lot of the pictures you got here.

- Oh.

Yes.

The children.

They're great.

They love their painting.

- Why Gulliver?

- We always have a theme week.

Someone in the village thinks of an idea, and we do it.

Last week, it was the old woman who lives in a shoe.

The week before that, it was, it was something.

- So who suggested Gulliver?

- I think it was Edward Palfrey from the hotel.

Look, I really do need to get home.

- Miss Rix, how would you characterise Richard Tanner?

What would you say?

That he was a big man in a small world?

- Well, yes.

With his way of expressing himself,

he certainly was too big for Little Worthy.

Why do you ask?

- Because that (dramatic music)

is how Richard Tanner was found.

Tied down.

Allowed to bleed to death.

And no one there to help him.

(birds chirping)

- Today has been terrible.

All we've sold is one pair of oven gloves.

Oh, and one joke skeleton.

Almost no passing trade.

One of the the policemen bought the skeleton.

You could say Richard Tanner had it coming, Kate.

He did upsets a lot of people.

- Upset them enough to kill him?

- I was saying to Mike,

we should have a Mystical Moments grotto next season.

In the corner of the garden.

Some people like all that weird stuff.

Where's that box of cinnamon candles?

- In the store room.

- Well, I want them in here!

(sighs)

- Tonight still OK?

- Oh, yeah.

- On the shelf by the window.

- Christa.

Christa!

Bernice has finished your sea nymph costume!

Looks wonderful.

(sombre music)

Christa.

We realise you're upset, but please open the door.

Just talk to us.

- Just piss off! (sobs)

(sobbing)

(paper ripping)

(bell ringing)

(door slams)

- Can I help?

- Yes, I'm looking for Michael Johnson.

- Oh, that's me.

- Ah, afternoon, sir.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby from Causton CID.

- Oh, right.

- It's about Richard Tanner.

You knew him.

- Well, of course.

Yeah.

Poor old Richard.

He was certainly part of the village.

- Yes, yes, yes.

Did you like him?

- No. (chuckles)

But like most people, I put up with him.

- Yeah, I understand you had a little argument

with him quite recently.

- 'Bout what?

- About his half sister, Jackie Tanner.

- Who told you that?

- Yeah, well, did you have the argument or not?

- Well, (chuckles) it wasn't exactly an argument.

He just told me to leave his sister alone.

He didn't want her getting hurt.

- And did you leave her alone?

- I wasn't exactly interested in the first place.

- Mr. Johnson, would you mind telling me

where you were last night?

Or is that a problem?

- Not at all, no. (hums)

I went to bed about 12.

- Before that.

- Well, I was working late.

Building a craft for the race.

Out on the forecourt.

The race can still go ahead, can it?

- Oh, yes.

Providing it doesn't interfere with our investigation, yeah.

- You know, it's the one village fun day.

Wouldn't want to lose that.

I'm gonna be Neptune.

What do you think?

- Thank you, Mr. Johnson.

Thank you very much.

(ominous music) (bell ringing)

- I'm sorry, but he still won't open her door.

- Can we help?

- I believe she was seeing Richard Tanner.

- Seeing him?

(Christa crying)

Why, surely not, she's still only a child.

- Obviously, a very upset child.

- Well, only because we knew the poor man.

He'd come here to eat,

and Christa always liked to serve him.

- He used to make her laugh.

Almost two of a kind.

- In what way?

- Well, let's just say that they are the sort

who never really fit in.

He used to go his own way,

and Christa's always been, well, difficult.

- Well, she'll grow out of it.

You always said she would.

- So when was Richard last here?

- Yesterday evening.

He had just a bar meal.

- What sort of mood was he in?

- His usual self.

Joking and stuff.

- And Christa was in all evening?

- No.

She went out later.

- She's got a couple of school friends.

They've been making plans about the craft race.

- What time does she get back?

- Quite late, long after we'd closed.

- I'd gone to bed early.

- Leaving me to tidy up, as usual. (chuckles)

- Just one wound, but it was enough.

Penetrated the liver and the gall bladder.

- Maybe he was turning away, as the blow was struck.

- Yes.

The shape of the wound is the shape of the blade.

So the weapon you're looking for has a blade,

(compressor thudding)

four to five inches in length,

with a diameter of 16 mil,

which is 5/8 of an inch, in old money.

Like a stiletto.

- How much force was used?

- None was needed.

As I've said so many times before,

our creator was guilty of a few design faults,

when he made human beings.

Vital organs too close to the surface of the skin.

- Oh, but George, he gave us a brain, to compensate.

- That was the biggest design fault of all.

(liquid boiling)

- Christa.

I'm so glad you've come down.

I'm going to my country dancing class in a while,

if you want to come with me.

(scoffs)

- You must be joking.

- No.

- I wish I knew what my dad sees in you.

(dramatic music)

- He, well, we love each other.

- You don't even know what that word means.

Because it's not just smiley faces

and all that happy ever after crap.

It's hell!

It hurts.

(glass thuds)

(plastic rustling)

(bell ringing)

(door creaking)

(footsteps plopping)

(upbeat music) (people clapping)

(people chattering faintly) (people exclaiming excitedly)

- Pass the way!

And swing!

(people cheering) (applauding)

(moaning)

(upbeat music)

(people cheering) (applauding)

- Right, Steve, let's have you on the floor.

- But I can't dance.

- Of course you can.

(upbeat music)

- [Musician] Take your partners

for the Cumberland Square Eight.

(Kate exhaling deeply)

- Mm.

(sniffing)

What a sickly pong in here.

I don't know how you put up with it.

- (chuckles) Do you know, I don't even notice it anymore.

- Well, I do.

It's amazing.

You're the only man I know, who smells like a poof,

and shags like a rhino.

(laughing)

- Right. (upbeat music)

Come here. people exclaiming excitedly)

- Well done, Steve!

(letter box clanging)

- What was that?

- I didn't hear anything.

- Sounded like the letterbox.

- This time of night?

(ominous music)

- Well, it couldn't have been the letter box.

Must have been the dustbin lids.

I told Moss to fix them.

I told you so.

Oh.

(object rustling)

- Wait.

It must have come through the door and rolled under there.

What on Earth can it be?

(suspenseful music)

(bell ringing)

- Oh, thanks, Steve.

Just put it down there.

- I love what you've done to this shop.

It's, well, it has such a comforting feel to it.

- Good, I'm glad you like it.

- There's not much comfort in Little Worthy at the moment.

End of a lousy season, and police all over the place.

(hums)

I hope I didn't make a fool of myself last night.

- No, of course not.

You were fine.

- I'd much rather be running a shop like this,

than a tea room.

- Well, I'm glad someone appreciates it.

Mike doesn't.

He says it's all a bit too fussy for him.

I'm afraid he's not a buttons and bows man.

He scares me sometimes.

- Why?

- I just don't know what he gets up to.

(sighs)

(playful jazz music)

Feels so good to touch, doesn't it?

Sad, really.

I have so many glamorous things to wear.

Exotic things, some people might call them.

Naughty things.

But I have no one to wear them for.

How much do I owe you for this?

- Oh, detective, please come in.

Thank you for coming.

- No problem.

We would have contacted you last night, but it was late.

- Which means we've had to spend the whole night,

worrying about it.

- Worrying about what?

- This!

It was put through our letterbox last night,

without so much as a "By your leave."

See, that's the sort of person

we have to deal with in this village.

- Down there.

- Thank you.

(footsteps plopping)

Christa?

I'm Tom Barnaby.

- Are you a policeman?

- Yes, I am.

But I'm not a bad person.

I love the costume.

Christa.

(chair whirring)

May I talk to you a little bit about Richard Tanner?

I believe he was a friend of yours.

- We were more than friends.

We were lovers.

- And were we're with him night before last night?

The night he died?

- Yes.

- Where was this?

- The model village.

- Oh, a strange place to meet, wasn't it?

The model village, late at night?

- (scoffs) No.

Not really.

We liked it there.

We used to climb over the wall.

Have a smoke.

Make love.

He used to say the model village had more going for it

than the real one.

He was right.

We were going to go away together.

- Were you?

Where to?

- I don't know.

Somewhere.

- Christa, what time exactly

did you leave the model village that night?

- Must have been just after 12.

- Did you see anyone else there?

- No.

- And didn't Richard want to leave with you,

at the same time?

- No.

He said he wanted to finish his smoke.

I wasn't happy about that.

- Why not?

- Because I didn't like letting him

out of my sight, that's why.

I hated it, when he saw other women.

Especially that creepy teacher.

- Oh, Christa, how can you talk like this?

- You just stay away from me.

I loved him.

All right?

So don't go on about him being too old for me,

because who are you to talk?

Bernice is half your age.

- She cares about me, and she cares about you!

- And you only managed to pull her,

because she's three tomatoes short of a salad!

Look at you.

Who else would want you?

- I'm sorry about this, Mr. Barnaby.

- He was shoved through their letterbox?

- Yes.

- Well.

Suppose it could be kids.

- Why kids?

- They sometimes nick 'em.

'Course, someone could have found him in the street.

Decided to return him.

Now, what do you want to go wandering off for, eh?

(chuckles)

Right.

Better brush you up a bit.

- Ah, thank you, Mr. Moss.

Can have this back, when we've finished with it.

- But he belongs here!

- The Compton sisters.

Do they have anything to do with the craft race?

- Hillary does.

Not Harriet.

She hates it.

- Thank you.

(dramatic music)

(sighs)

- Robert?

You've been speaking to the police again,

behind our backs, haven't you?

- Eh?

- I watched you.

- What else could I do?

He came here, asking questions.

- I have only two things to say to you.

Firstly, you are paid to take good care of our property.

(stammering)

- I do take good care of it.

- Secondly.

When we reopen next season,

your services may no longer be required.

(dramatic music)

(door slams)

(people chattering faintly)

(ominous music)

- [Gail] Here you go, sir.

One bodkin.

- Could have belonged to the victim.

It's the sort of tool he'd use.

- But why keep it with him?

- Maybe we should ask the sister.

She uses them too.

Thank you. - Thank you, sir.

- If someone works here long enough,

do you think they could go slightly deranged?

(chuckles)

This was dumped on the Compton sisters last night.

It freaked them out.

And that fella, Moss.

He was talking to it like it was real.

(upbeat music) (people chattering faintly)

(water splashing)

(trailer thudding)

- You get on board, I'll drive you there.

- I'm not getting towed through the streets.

I'm supposed to be the Queen of the Nile.

Remember?

- How could I forget?

- Hi, Trev.

- You look fantastic.

- Oh, thank you!

We'll walk.

(upbeat music)

(bell ringing)

- I was thinking you looked stupid enough,

but you should see what your friend Kate's wearing.

- She's not exactly my friend.

- Makes her look even more of a slag.

Still, I expect that appeals to you.

(metal clanking)

(people chattering faintly) (upbeat music)

(people exclaiming excitedly)

(water splashing)

- Tom.

- Has it changed much, since your last visit?

- No. (chuckles)

It's as crazy as ever.

- [Hilary] Would the Vikings take to their vessels, please?

- Why is it that the British love dressing up,

at the slightest opportunity?

- It's because we lead such drab lives the rest of the time.

- [Hilary] And Wind in the Willows, please!

(people chattering faintly)

- You know, someone with your reputation,

shouldn't be in charge of kids.

You're poisonous.

- Jackie, what are you talking about?

- I'm talking about my brother,

and the way you've maligned him,

ever since he got rid of you.

- Yes, well, that's not really the kind of thing

I need to hear right now.

- You made it very bad for him.

Do you realise that?

- Then you should have made a better job

of tying him to your apron strings, shouldn't you?

Because that must have been the way you liked it.

Used to make me wonder about you too.

- Well, perhaps you better spread that

around the village as well!

- [Joyce] Hello, Ben.

- Ms. Barnaby.

Sir. - Hey.

- I'm surprised you're not taking part.

- In this weather?

No.

- Quick, Edward, quick!

Come and look at this.

Come on, Christie, you can do it.

I just know you're going to win.

I'll be cheering for you all the way.

- Oh, for god's sake, leave me alone, will you?

(crowd applauding)

- I'll remind you of the rules.

The first fully manned vessel

to reach the far side of the lake,

in a straight line, is the winner!

And good luck to everyone!

(horn blaring)

(water splashing) (crowd cheering)

(upbeat music)

(laughting)

(water splashing)

(Kate exclaims)

(water splashing)

- Whoa. (child screams)

Whoa, whoa, whoa! (children screaming)

(water splashes) (crowd cheering)

- You know, I thinks it's the people who are crazy.

Not the boats.

- Yeah, you're right.

(woman screaming) - Oh!

(crowd gasping)

- Oh, no! (laughing)

- Let's see the finish.

Look, we can go over the bridge.

- Ah, it's a long way round, that.

- Come on, Ben.

(people chattering faintly)

(water splashing) (people laughing)

(woman screaming)

(ominous music) It's not far,

I don't think.

(birds chirping)

(suspenseful music)

(boat motor whirring)

(people chattering faintly)

(grunting)

- I'd say that one blow with this thing would be enough.

(chuckles)

At any rate,

one of the tines (sirens wailing)

entered her heart, at an angle.

She'd have died instantly.

Tom, why so sharp?

It's not as if it was designed for mortal combat.

Or was it?

(sirens wailing) (birds chirping)

- What is it, Hillary?

What's wrong with you?

(ominous music)

(door creaks) (locks clanking)

- [Annabel] How could such a thing happen?

- [Steve] It's OK.

- Whoever did it, could have killed more people.

I was alone there, before I saw you.

I could've been attacked.

- But you weren't.

So just stop thinking about it.

- Who'd fantasy you now?

- Mr. Johnson.

Now, sir.

You see what it was that killed her, can't you?

- Please.

No, no, no, no, no.

Not me. - Why not, Mr. Johnson?

King Neptune, with a taste for the ladies.

It's your party piece.

Your murder weapon.

- Yeah, but, yeah, but I already told you

that I lost it, when we collided.

- Who was near you at the time?

- I don't know.

I mean, you know, it was chaos!

I mean, young Christa?

Why would I want to harm her?

The trident.

Where'd you get it from, who made that?

- Jackie, in the craft shop.

She made it for me.

- OK, Mr. Johnson, you can go.

But whatever you do, do not leave the village.

Thank you.

(birds chirping)

- Even to this day,

I fail to understand your relationship

with the Good Lord.

(dramatic music)

If it lives, criticise it.

If it dies, pray for it.

Seems to be your only pleasure in life.

- And I suppose you have nothing to pray for.

Think back, Hillary.

If you dare.

- Why would someone want to kill that kid?

- Well, she was with Richard Tanner,

the night he died.

Maybe the killer saw her as some kind of witness.

I'm checking out Tanner's place later on today.

Can you meet me there?

- Right.

- You see, Jones?

You look at this,

you'd think you're in some kind of rural paradise.

And how wrong you'd be.

(birds chirping)

(door slams)

- It's all right, Robert.

You can smoke.

- Don't suppose there'll ever be another race.

Not now. (sighs)

'Cause Little Worthy will never be the same.

And you looked so pretty, standing by the lake today.

- Thank you, Robert.

Such a dreadful thing to happen.

Such a waste of a young life.

We get to an age, where we hope to forget all the bad

and the sad things of the past,

but the reality is that nothing ever goes away.

There are always new things to haunt us, to worry us.

- I remember one time that wasn't so sad.

Didn't last long, though, did it?

(bell dings)

- Hello?

Hello?

(doorknob squeaks)

Mr. Palfrey, I can't tell you

how very sorry I am about Christa's death.

I have a daughter myself, and I,

I know this will be of small consolation to you,

but we are determined

to find the person responsible for this.

- When I first heard the news, I thought it was an accident.

That would've been bad enough to cope with.

But to learn she'd been murdered.

Why?

Who would want to kill her?

(sniffles) (sombre music)

She was four-years old, when my wife left us.

I've looked after her ever since.

(chuckles) Anne Marie, (chuckles) my wife.

She went off, with a rep from the brewery.

I could never understand why she'd do such a thing.

But at least I have Bernice.

I couldn't have managed without her.

I advertised for help, here at the hotel, and she applied.

And I'm convinced that Christa

was beginning to accept her, at long last.

(sobs) - Mr. Palfrey.

Mr. Palfrey, do you mind if I took a look at Christa's room?

It could help with our investigation.

- Of course.

- Thank you.

(doorknob clicks) (door creaking)

(sombre music)

(sighs)

(birds chirping)

- [Ben] Not exactly houseproud, was Richard Tanner.

- Hm, hm.

This man and Christa.

There's got to be something else that links them.

Keep going back to the model village.

But why, why?

- They were there together.

- [Tom] Yes.

But I somehow feel

that there's more to that place, you know?

Now why do I feel that?

(ominous music)

- Sir. - Hm?

(metal clanking)

Now that's the sort of stuff

you'd get at the the craft shop, isn't it?

Miss Tanner.

- I just thought it was time to come 'round

and straighten the place up.

Least I could do for my brother.

- Miss Tanner.

We realise this is the sort of stuff

you use at your craft shop,

but do you ever sell any of it on, at all?

- Yes.

To Mike Johnson.

He needed to use the pegs on his boat.

(rooster crowing)

They should have stopped that stupid race years ago.

Now look what's happened.

- We were told you talked to the schoolteacher.

It didn't sound like a very happy conversation.

- Oh, that's because I can't stand the cow.

(rooster crowing)

- You made the Trident for Mike Johnson.

Why were the points so sharp?

- That's the way he wanted them.

(ominous music)

(grunting)

(footsteps plopping)

(suspenseful music)

- Mr. Moss!

I have to remind you, sir, this is still a crime scene.

It's still out of bounds.

- Sorry.

Old habits.

I'm used to making sure all's well, before it gets dark.

- Out you go.

Mr. Moss, Bernice, from the hotel.

You a good friend of hers?

- Well, not really, no.

- I mean, I saw the pair of you down by the lake today,

and she gave you more than a friendly peck

on the cheek, didn't she?

- (laughs) Ah, she's a daft, young thing.

She'd kiss just about anyone, if she was happy.

She's always like a kid at a party.

But.

It wasn't much of a party today, was it?

- No, it was not.

(ominous music)

(locks clicking) (door creaking)

Just before you go, Mr. Moss.

Your employers, the Compton sisters.

It's a very impressive house they have, isn't it?

- Oh, yeah, it's a fine old place.

- It is.

I saw some graves, while I was over there.

You know, little graves.

Do they keep pets?

- (scoffs) No, no.

No, they got no time for animals.

- Good night.

- Edward?

Edward?

Edward?

(salt pouring)

There you are.

Edward, there's no need to be doing that.

- They have to be done.

- Yes, but not at this time of night.

(breathing heavily)

Christa's room.

I decided I want it to be left exactly as it is, untouched.

As if she never went away.

And even after the funeral, I'd like it to stay like that,

as though she's still with us.

We owe it to her memory.

You still have me, Edward.

You must never forget that.

(sombre music) - I won't.

- We were meant to be together.

You asked for help, remember?

And I came here to you.

That was fate.

I was meant to be with you always.

Forever and ever.

- I'm going up, Tom.

- [Tom] All right, love.

I won't be long.

- I don't suppose the people of Little Worthy

will ever get over this.

- [Tom] Ooh-ooh.

- What's this?

Are you starting your second childhood?

(chuckles)

(birds chirping) (gate creaking)

(ominous music)

(gravel crunching)

(ominous music)

- Oh, hi, Bernice.

Look, I just want to say

that I'm really sorry about Christa.

I just wish, you know,

there was something I could have done.

Some way I could have saved her.

Oh, no.

Not again.

I've got to go.

(gentle music)

- Mr. Johnson.

Another quick word.

- Yes.

Inside.

(bell ringing)

So what have I done this time?

- It's about the trident you had made, sir.

- Hey, that was just a bit of a laugh.

- Bit of a laugh, was it?

That thing was lethal.

It was used to kill someone.

- How was I supposed to know that?

- Why was it so sharp?

- Because that's the way they're made.

- No, sir, that's the way you wanted it made.

- Well, I thought it might come in handy for some,

you know, sort of future use.

- Doing what?

- I don't know.

Picking up litter.

- Mr. Johnson.

You were given some of these,

by Jackie Tanner, were you not?

- That's right, I used them to secure the boat.

- Do you ever go to the model village at night?

- Me?

No!

I wouldn't go there during broad daylight.

- Because some of these

were found with the body of Richard Tanner.

- Well, maybe they were missing.

- From where?

- The craft shop maybe.

I don't know, my garage!

- All right, Mr. Johnson.

What I said previously still applies.

Do not leave the village any time soon.

Thank you.

Mrs. Johnson.

(bell ringing)

- Fantastic.

All I was doing, was having a bit of fun on the lake,

and now I'm under house arrest.

- You're always having a bit of fun, Mike.

That's the problem.

Now it's my turn.

(ominous music)

(birds chirping) (graves thudding)

(gate clankning) - Thank you.

- Inspector?

I wasn't sure who suggested "Gulliver's Travels"

for our theme painting week.

I was right.

It was Edward Palfrey.

(suspenseful music)

(bell dings)

- Ah, Mr. Palfrey.

I'm sorry to bother you again,

but there's something I forgot to ask you.

When I saw you yesterday at the lake,

you were leaving, before the race had finished.

- That's right.

Someone had to look after the hotel.

Why are you asking me this?

- Well, I have to ask the same question of everyone

who was at the race, you know?

And I would also like to ask you about the nursery school.

- The what?

- [Tom] The nursery school,

and the choice of "Gulliver's Travels" as a painting theme.

- Oh, I thought that, Mr. Barnaby.

It's one of my favourite books.

And I suggested it to Edward, didn't I?

And he told Rebecca.

Look what I found.

Aren't they beautiful?

And this is so realistic.

I thought they'd help us to remember dear Christa.

(kisses smacking)

- Thank you.

- Just as a matter of interest, Mr. Palfrey.

How long has it been, since Bernice answered your ad?

- Just over four years.

- Oh, yeah?

She must be a godsend to you.

Where was she before?

- The other side of Causton.

Little village called Goodman's Land.

- Did she do similar work over there?

- No, she was adopted, you know?

And she was looking after her adoptive mother,

'til she died. (phone ringing)

This was the first job she applied for.

- Hm.

Excuse me. (phone beeps)

Barnaby.

(door creaking) (ominous music)

(birds chirping)

Jones?

(sirens wailing)

(doors slamming)

- Her sister found her.

Said she saw Moss running out of here,

so she came to see what was going on.

- [Tom] Where is she now?

- In the house. - Oh.

Stephens, you get over there.

Stay with her.

- Yes, sir.

(ominous music)

- Bernice?

Bernice?

(lock clicks) (gate creaking)

Bernice!

Bernice!

(door creaking)

(suspenseful music)

- You better stay where you are.

I killed her.

I might just as well kill you!

- And Christa?

And Richard Tanner, did you kill them too?

(scoffs)

Mr, Moss, you're under arrest.

You don't have to say anything, but it may harm you--

- No, no, get out of the way.

He didn't do it.

- [Ben] What?

- Did you, Mr. Moss?

This is not going to work.

(hammer thudding)

Now, Mr. Moss, you're gonna take a little walk with us.

- [Edward] Bernice?

(doorknob clicks)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(gasps)

(gravel crunching)

- Did you create this burial ground, sir?

- Mm-hmm.

- And the Compton sisters didn't mind?

- Hillary let me do it, but not Harriet.

She was against it.

- But it's not a pet cemetery, is it?

You've more or less told us that.

I'd say it's the last resting place

for some of those miniature figures of yours.

Am I right?

- Yeah.

- Surely no one in his right mind

makes a cemetery for toys.

- Oh, yes.

A father with a daughter, might.

A daughter who shares his love for the little village

and the little people in it.

A child who remains a child, even after all these years.

(sombre music)

What happened to her when she was born?

Was she taken into care?

And after that, adopted?

- Yes.

- But when she was a grown woman,

you managed to make contact with her.

Didn't you?

Brought her back to Little Worthy.

Fixed her up with a job.

And I'm sure you told her, not to let anyone know

that you were her father, didn't you?

But what about her mother, Bob?

Did you tell her who she was?

- (sobs) No.

(beeping)

- I'd been married less than a year, when my husband died.

And I truly believed that my marriage vows

were promises made to God.

I succumbed to sin.

Just the once.

- With Robert Moss.

Did your sister know about this?

- She never allowed me to forget it.

(sombre music)

Over the years, I always wondered about (sobs) my daughter.

What became of her.

(sniffling)

- Ms. Compton.

Those gravestones, out in the garden.

Who used to look after those?

- Well, Robert, of course.

Why?

It was just his way.

Sometimes, he used to see them as real people.

But for some reason, Harriet always hated those graves.

Did she know something I didn't?

Oh, (sobs) Harriet.

I hope you're at peace now.

- Sir.

- Ms. Compton.

I think you should have a word with Robert Moss.

(birds chirping) (sombre music)

(metal clanking) (keys rattling)

- Thank you for notifying us, Mr. Palfrey.

That's not an easy thing for you to do.

- [Edward] She hasn't taken anything with her.

- What's this?

- It's for things she collects.

- I'd say that's from the gift shop.

Tea rooms.

(metal clanking)

(sombre music)

Wherever she is, Mr. Barnaby, she's alone.

And frightened.

And I don't want any harm to come to her.

- No.

Don't you worry, Mr. Palfrey.

I know where to find her.

(ominous music)

(birds chirping)

All right if I join you, Bernice?

What's the name of the pub?

- It's the Four Bells.

Mr. Bones used to be the landlord.

I liked him.

- Mr. Bones.

What happened to him?

- Oh, he got old.

- I saw his name on a grave.

Do you know why I'm here, Bernice?

The bodkin, the trident, and the hammer.

I'm here, because of what happened to Richard,

to Christa, and to Harriet.

Do you want to talk to me, about that?

See, I think you should, Bernice,

because your father is quite prepared

to take the blame for all those deaths,

and we can't have that.

Can we?

Bernice, do you know who your real mother is?

- Yes.

She left me years ago.

It was Harriet.

He shouldn't be here.

He should be outside the church.

- Well, maybe he went a-wandering.

Like a certain policeman

that was pushed through a letterbox.

I assume you're responsible for that.

- Let's get you back where you belong.

- Bernice, what else do you know about your mother?

- She said my father couldn't work here anymore.

She wants to take all this away from him.

- And you killed her because of that?

- No, she didn't like me putting flowers on the graves.

(ominous music)

(gate creaking)

She smashed them.

(graves thudding)

So I smashed her.

(skull cracks) (body thudding)

(birds chirping)

That's better.

- I saw some models like that in Christa's room.

- I expect you did.

She stole them from me.

Mr. Barnaby, you wouldn't believe some of the problems

Edward and I had with that girl.

He was convinced things would improve.

- But you knew differently.

- Therefore, something had to be done about it.

(upbeat music) (people chattering faintly)

(water splashing)

(people screaming)

(ominous music)

(oar thuds) (Christa grunts)

- [Christa] Come on!

(yells) Move!

- Christa?

(suspenseful music)

(trident clanking)

(laboured breathing)

That girl was no good.

She was here with a man just as bad.

(ominous music) I saw them.

(moaning) (kisses smacking)

He had no respect for this place.

He used to abuse it.

- So he had to be stopped.

- Yes.

- [Christa] See you!

- Call me tomorrow!

(suspenseful music)

(scissors ripping) (groaning)

- Anyway, he was much too big for his boots.

Especially here.

♪ There was a tree, all in the wood ♪

♪ Prettiest tree you ever did see ♪

♪ A tree in the hole, and the hole in the ground ♪

♪ And the green grass grows all around, all around ♪

♪ And the green grass grows all around ♪

♪ There was a tree, all in the wood ♪

♪ Prettiest tree you ever did see ♪

♪ A tree in the hole, and the hole in the ground ♪

♪ And the green grass grows all around, all around-- ♪

- Bernice?

Would it matter very much to you,

if I told you that Harriet Compton was not your real mother?

- Not now, no.

Too late to care.

- Tell me about your life

before you came here, in Goodman's Land.

- Not much to say.

♪ There's a tree in the hole ♪

♪ And the hole in the ground ♪

♪ And the green grass grows-- ♪ - Well, didn't they miss you,

when you decided to leave?

- There was only Mary.

- Your adoptive mother?

- Yeah.

She didn't want me to go, but she died, just before I left.

- What'd she die of?

- Apparently, she drank something

that didn't agree with her.

(birds chirping)

♪ And the green grass grows all around, all around ♪

♪ And the green grass grows all around ♪

♪ Now on this tree, there was a limb ♪

♪ Prettiest limb you ever did see ♪

♪ The limb on a tree, and the tree in the hole ♪

♪ And the hole in the ground ♪

♪ And the green grass grows all around, all around ♪

♪ And the green grass grows all around. ♪

(cryptic engaging music)