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(suspenseful music)

(window thudding)

- Oh, my God, no!

Please, please, help.

Somebody help me, no!

Help me, please!

Someone, please, help me.

There's someone in the house!

Please, help me, help!

(telephone ringing)

- I'll be up in a minute.

- Did you hear that?

The school teacher's having hysterics again.

- [Connie] Please, help me!

- Imogen!

(suspenseful music)

(glass crashing)

(suspenseful music)

- I think it's Connie.

- Of course it's Connie.

Get over there.

- All right, keep your hair on.

- [Connie] Help me, please!

Please, there's somebody in my house!

There's somebody in my house!

- [Justin] It's Connie.

- I gathered.

- Oh, my God.

- Yeah, could you come down and let us in?

- He's on the stairs.

Or the landing.

I think he's on the landing.

- Don't you think he might have scarpered by now?

- You think so?

- What with the noise sort of thing?

- Well, have you got a front door key?

You could throw it down.

- Just a minute.

- Not an awful lot of fabric in that nightie, is there?

(Vince laughing)

I mean that in the nicest possible way.

Oi oi, neighbourhood watch is here.

- What's happened?

- Connie thinks there's an intruder.

- Again?

- Still on the landing, she reckons,

having virtually screamed the house down.

- Well, maybe we should suspend the judgement

until we can ascertain what has actually occurred?

- Yeah, precisely.

- I've just remembered.

There's a spare key under the flower pot.

- Right, okay.

(mysterious music)

Got it.

- Okay.

- Don't you worry, Connie.

We'll be up there in a moment, sweetheart.

(mysterious music)

It's all right, Connie, we're here (sighs).

- Did you see someone?

Was there someone there?

- Shh, don't worry.

If there's anyone in the house we're gonna find them, okay?

- Okay

- Right lads?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Do you want to go and look round then?

- Yeah, right.

- [Connie] There was definitely someone there,

I swear, Imogen.

- Are you all right?

- There was someone on the landing.

(Imogen clicks tongue)

Really.

- Well, that's awful.

Do you think perhaps you need your dressing gown?

- I'm serious, there was definitely someone in the house.

Why is this happening?

- [Imogen] Shh, shh, shh.

(Connie crying)

- [Ben] Over active imagination

according to one or two of the neighbours.

This is from the officers who answered the call.

- What about the other neighbours?

- Well, not quite so dismissive.

Someone was seen loitering not far from her cottage

two weeks ago late at night.

Then a month ago she told friends

that she thought someone had been in her house.

Apparently, things had been moved.

But she has been found sleepwalking

a couple of times on the village green

in a bit of an agitated state, apparently.

I mean whatever the truth of it,

the officers who answered the call

said she wasn't putting it on,

that she genuinely was very frightened.

- What does she do, this, ah, lady?

- She's the village school teacher.

- Oh, Connie, Connie Bishop?

Yes, the Mrs. Barnaby knows her.

Well I've always taken her for a very serious,

very sensible young woman.

- Well, there's no sign of a forced entry,

windows shut, back door locked.

She kept a spare key under a flower pot though.

- And who knew about that?

- Only half the village.

- Only half the village, yeah.

(children shouting and chattering)

- [Connie] Come on, and twisting.

Okay, keep going!

Jacqueline, can you take over, please?

Listen to Jacqueline.

- [Jacqueline] Okay.

- [Connie] Mr. Barnaby!

- Miss Connie Bishop.

This is Detective Sergeant Jones.

- Connie, please.

- Beautiful spot.

- Oh, we're very lucky.

The building was donated by Harold Frobisher 60 years ago.

- [Jacqueline] Keep running on the spot.

- About last night.

- [Tom] Ah.

- I'm afraid I may be wasting your time.

I, I think I must've been dreaming.

- Well, let's hope you were.

Well, better that than having a real intruder in your house.

- Well, yes, I suppose so.

- But the officers who attended the scene

said you were very sure it wasn't a dream.

- Well, yes, I do remember waking up

and then hearing the noises,

the footsteps on the landing, the creaking floorboards.

But people do sometimes dream they've woken up, don't they?

When they are, in fact, still dreaming.

I can't think what else it could've been.

I mean I didn't think much about it at the time

when Jim said the back door was bolted.

- This Councillor Hanley,

he's also the neighbourhood watch coordinator.

He was one of the first on the scene.

- And all the windows were closed.

I was leaning out of my bedroom window, calling for help.

I would've seen anyone escaping through the front door.

So there couldn't have been anybody there.

- Now listen, I understand absolutely what you're saying,

but just to be on the safe side,

and for your own peace of mind,

I think you should consider

changing the lock on the front door.

- Really?

- Really, and you mustn't leave your spare key

under the flower pot.

- Yes, fair enough.

- Now this is my number.

And do not feel embarrassed to give us a ring

the second you think you've got another intruder, all right?

There you go.

That should help you sleep more easily.

- You're very kind.

I'm sure there won't be anything.

- Odds are she was imagining it.

But the fact that back door was locked from the inside

doesn't rule out the possibility

there really was an intruder, does it?

And if there was an intruder,

he could have left by that back door,

come in again with others,

locked the back door from the inside before anyone saw it

to make it look as if no one could have left that way.

Hmm, yeah.

- Or just stayed in the house

and pretended to come in with the others?

- Yes, yes, I think we ought to keep an open mind.

- Yah.

- Chairman of the Frobisher Night committee?

Never understood why she was appointed in the first place.

I can't see her running it for much longer, can you?

Leaning out of windows in the middle of the night screaming?

- Are you certain there's nothing in it?

- Oh, please, she lives in an utter fantasy world.

No, allowing her to continue as Chairperson,

just wouldn't be fair to her.

Quite apart from the charity,

we have to take steps.

And frankly, I'd like to know what's on her conscience,

because there's something there causing all the nightmares.

(suspenseful music)

(Connie sighs)

- [Connie] Oh!

(suspenseful music)

(guests chattering)

- [Zukie] Oh, hello, lovely to see you today.

(guests chattering)

(suspenseful music)

- If it's to do with committee business,

we must wait for Connie.

- If you would just let me--

- And did anyone tell Connie

that the meeting had been brought forward?

- Mrs. Stroud, don't you think it would be kind

to take a little weight off Connie's shoulders just now?

(suspenseful music)

I'm just canvassing opinion.

(suspenseful music)

- Mrs. Richardson, Miss Bishop is here.

- Ah, Connie, come in.

Come in, you made it.

How are you feeling?

- Oh, I'm fine.

- Don't look your usual sparkling self.

Are you sure you're feeling up to it?

- What exactly is wrong with the heating at the hall?

- Good question, and then there's the leaking roof.

- Zukie's suggesting that we hire

an all weather marquee for Frobisher Night,

on the green.

- And I really think a sizable chunk of what we raise

should go towards the new hall this year.

- Do you know how much all weather marquees cost?

- Oh, don't you worry about that.

- (scoffs) Don't worry about it?

Frobisher Night is about trying to raise money,

not squander it away on expensive marquees.

- Now you mustn't get upset.

- I'm not getting upset.

And we've always had Frobisher Night at the hall.

- Darling, if we want to attract the kind of people

who are going to bid serious money at the auctions,

then we've got to provide the kind of venue

in which they'll feel at home.

Oh dear, you have been badly shaken, haven't you?

- I'm perfectly fine (crying).

So stupid, I'm sorry.

(Connie grunts)

- Come on.

- Ah, Jenny, tea, perfectly timed.

(Connie grunts)

- It's not about raising extra cash for good causes.

It's about raising her profile

with the local big wigs, the glitterati.

- That's what ladies who lunch a lot live for.

- She's right about us needing a new hall.

School gets way, way too much of the proceeds anyway.

And if we're honest,

there aren't enough children to even justify it being there.

- The school is the heart of the village.

Those children are the future.

- [Laurence] Feel a song coming on Jim (chuckles)?

- Oh, you can laugh.

We have to make a stand.

Somebody has to at the end.

- Jim, what is it with him these days?

- I told her we could stump up the money for the deposit,

but she just wouldn't have it.

She has no vision.

And fewer and fewer people attend each year.

Why people support her.

- Ah, when you say we can stump up

the money for the deposit?

- Oh, I'm sorry, Babes.

I should've mentioned it, but I didn't think you'd mind.

It's only a few hundred.

A thou at the most.

Two, you don't mind, do you Howie?

You know how grateful I can be.

- It's not about the money.

It's about everyone taking part, isn't it?

Come on then.

(suspenseful music)

(telephone ringing)

Hello?

No, no, I was just about to go up.

No, everything's fine.

(rain pattering) (suspenseful music)

- [Sonnyboy] So, tell me a bit about yourself, Nymphette 73.

- I'm a bit bi, a bit hetero, a bit of everything really.

- Sounds promising.

- You better believe it, Sonnyboy.

(Sonnyboy snickers)

- No wonder you're always feeling tired.

- Mom!

- Who's that?

- Mom!

Well, thanks a lot.

- You should get out more.

(suspenseful music)

- [Photographer] Nice big smile, please.

Look at the camera, please.

Nice big smile.

(children shouting)

(mysterious music)

(dog barking)

(floorboards creaking)

- Mongo!

(rain pattering)

(thunder crashing)

(floorboards creaking)

(suspenseful music)

Who is it?

Help me please!

(rain pattering) (officers chattering)

- [Ben] She's certain she bolted the back door

before she went to bed, this way.

- [Tom] And?

- [Ben] And when she came down, it was wide open.

- [Connie] He must've got in when I let Mongo out,

before I locked up.

- You left the door open?

- I let Mongo out.

The phone rang, so I answered it.

I was only gone a minute.

- And you think someone entered the house during that time?

- That's all I can think of.

- Who was it made the phone call?

- Lettie, Mrs. Stroud.

- Sir.

- Yeah?

- You should see this.

- What is it?

- You stay there.

(suspenseful music)

The blood's hardly congealed.

- It's Councillor Hanley, the neighbourhood watch guy.

- I noticed that Miss Bishop, her hair was damp, it was wet.

Did she have a shower?

- Well, we didn't realise there was a body

at the end of the garden, sir.

- We thought she should warm up.

She was muddy and cold through from the rain.

- Right, get forensics.

- Yes, sir.

- I can't believe it, poor Jim.

- Have you any idea what he might have been doing there,

in your garden, back of your house, middle of the night?

- [Connie] (crying) No.

- Is there anything missing from the house?

- I haven't looked yet.

- [Stephens] I'm afraid you can't go in there!

- Well, if you would at some point.

- [Mrs. Stroud] Don't be ridiculous.

- [Stephens] Madam!

- Connie.

Oh, you, what is going on?

You poor girl.

Is it true it's Councillor Hanley?

- Yes, it is.

- I knew there was something wrong, I knew it.

- How did you know?

- He was troubled.

He was very troubled.

I should've taken more notice, listened to him.

- Sir, Mr. Bullard's here.

- [Tom] Ah.

- She can't stay here.

I'm going to take her back to our house.

She can come with us.

- [Tom] Yes, that's, that's good, that's very good.

We'll talk again tomorrow, all right?

- Yeah.

- Excuse me.

- Well, Tom, it was a very sharp knife.

Used approximately one and a half hours ago.

- About the time the intruder was in Connie's house.

Assuming there was one.

(melancholy music)

- [Mrs. Stroud] I still can't believe

this happened, terrible.

- I see you're looking after Connie's dog.

- (chuckles) We always have Mongo when Connie's at work.

Home from home, isn't it boy (chuckles)?

He knows us pretty well now.

- Now, Mrs. Stroud, you said, oh, thank you.

You said last night you thought Jim Hanley was troubled,

and you felt you should have listened to him more?

- Yes, it was a conversation we had in the pub.

- This is the Black Swan?

- Yes, I was talking to him about the Frobisher committee.

- Ah, Frobisher Night, the ah, dinner dance thing?

- Yes, and how I wished he hadn't resigned the chairmanship.

- And then he started talking about?

- Reputations and secrets.

He'd had a few drinks by then,

so I wasn't taking him too seriously.

Something about how sometimes secrets have to be revealed.

- Go on, Councillor, get it off your chest.

It's always best you know.

- Easy for you to say.

- Don't be such a drama queen.

- Nah, nah, let the poor man drown his sorrows.

What're you having, Jim?

- At the time I thought it was just Jim

being his moody old self.

- You knew the Councillor quite well?

- 40 years, I served with him at the council for 20,

but I don't think I ever knew him really well.

He was very polite and reasonable,

but there was always something in reserve, you know?

- Mrs. Stroud, do you know why

Jim Hanley resigned from the Frobisher committee?

- I know he didn't enjoy it as much as he used to,

before Zukie and the rest joined.

We had to put up with them,

because Zukie's husband has been so generous

over the years to the charity.

Poor man, she well and truly has got her claws into him.

- What about friends and family of the Councillor?

- Not really, divorced years ago, no children.

- We were wondering whether

the man I saw outside Connie's house

might have anything to do with it.

- You were the one who saw this man acting suspiciously?

- Yeah, he rushed off when he saw me.

Otherwise I don't think I'd have noticed.

- So what was he doing?

- It was dark.

I didn't really get a good look,

but it was in almost the same place Jim Hanley was killed,

so I just wondered.

(children laughing and chattering)

- Okay, that's it, inside!

Thank you.

Hi!

- Hi, I thought I'd just.

I heard about what happened last night, sounds terrible.

- Wasn't great.

- Anyway, I just wanted to say

if there was anything I could do.

- I wanted to thank you actually for the other night.

- I was just helping out.

- I don't normally hang out of windows

calling for young men to come and rescue me.

(Justin chuckles)

I don't know what the women in the village

will be thinking of me.

- Oh well, we've all been there.

I mean, I didn't mean that,

because obviously we, we haven't, um, yeah.

I think that's my phone.

- Thank you, Justin.

(suspenseful music)

(bell ringing)

- Good morning, I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby

from Causton CID and this is Detective Sergeant Jones.

We'd like to talk to Mrs. Richardson, please.

- [Housekeeper] Come in.

- Thank you.

- [Housekeeper] This way.

- [Zukie] If we get the hall back in proper condition

it's something the whole community can use.

- [Howard] Let me think about it.

- [Zukie] We're not talking about a huge amount of money.

- [Housekeeper] Mrs. Richardson.

- [Zukie] Just a minute.

It's far less than you donated to the school.

- [Howard] That was money well spent.

- Mrs. Richardson?

- Will you please!

- Inspector Barnaby and Detective ah,

Constable, who, who was it?

- Detective Sergeant Jones.

- This must be about Councillor Hanley, terrible thing.

Thank you, Jenny.

That'll be all.

- Yes, it is about Councillor Hanley,

and of course we're talking to everyone that knew him.

- Of course.

Oh, this is my husband, Howard.

- Mr. Richardson.

- Shocking, please.

I really only knew him from the Committee work.

He seemed a pleasant enough man.

- Um, Mr. Richardson, did you know him at all?

- Um, nice man, I thought.

I can't imagine he had any enemies.

Wasn't anything to do with neighbourhood watch, was it?

- We just don't know, sir.

- He was very fond of Connie of course.

- Very fond?

- Well, if I'm brutally honest,

it was bordering on obsession.

Connie didn't mention it?

- How did this, um, obsession manifest itself?

- Oh, body language.

He couldn't disguise it.

It was very odd.

Still, some people like needy types, don't they?

- Were you aware of it sir, this, um, obsession?

- I didn't see much of him so I couldn't really comment.

There's no question it had anything to do with Connie?

- We're not ruling anyone out or in at this moment, sir.

- Where were you both between 11:30 and 12:30 last night?

- I was in bed with my husband.

We went up at about 11, didn't we Howard?

- I came up a bit later.

You were already asleep actually.

It must have been about 11:30.

- [Connie] And 10 times five, William, is?

- [William] 50.

- [Connie] Brilliant, 50.

- Look!

(children laughing loudly)

- Jacqueline, will you take over please.

Listen to Jacqueline.

- Okay, shh.

Next one, who can tell me 11 times five?

- [Boy] Ooh!

(children chattering)

- I was just passing, and I thought I'd, ah,

drop in and disrupt your class for a bit.

- Well, 10 out of 10.

- No, it's about that lock you needed changing.

I just wondered whether it's convenient

for me to pop round this evening to take a look at it?

(suspenseful music)

- I'd say the Councillor

had a bit of a soft spot for Connie,

not sure I'd say he was obsessive.

- What about his relationship with Zukie Richardson?

- He put up with her.

Like we all do.

God knows what old Howard sees in her.

No fool like an old fool.

- His money inherited?

Oh no, started his own electronics company, retired now.

- He's involved in a lot of charities, isn't he?

- Yeah, but under-stated, you know?

Put a shed load into the village school.

They've got the building as long as they want it now,

all repairs and upkeep taken care of.

- Everything?

- The whole lot.

(birds chirping)

- Good evening.

- I saw you at the school today.

- Really, I didn't have you down as a curtain twitcher.

- I hope you're not planning of taking advantage

of Connie's current vulnerable state.

- She's asked me to go and take a look

at her front door locks.

Not that it's any business of yours, mate.

- [Tom] Is there a problem?

- It's laughing boy who's got a problem.

- Okay, just, just don't take advantage of her.

(Laurence scoffs)

- I'm going round to Connie's later to sort out her locks.

As I think you suggested.

It's amazing innit?

You try and do your bit to help,

all you get is sculptors abusing ya.

- Keep it civil, gentlemen.

(suspenseful music)

- A planning notice.

(knocking on door)

- Oh, an extension.

- [Connie] You'd need a ladder

to get into the upstairs windows.

- Yeah, it's fairly secluded.

If there was a ladder handy.

- Well, there are window locks.

I think they're okay.

I can get Laurence to have a look when he does his quote.

- That's a good idea.

What a lovely garden you have.

- Thank you.

- I see you've got a planning application for an extension.

Would you lose a lot of the garden?

- Quite a bit sadly.

Assuming the permission comes through.

Actually, not sure it will now.

Jim was always positive about the chances, but as he's gone.

- Was he on the planning committee?

- That's right, I hope that doesn't make me sound callous.

- No, of course it doesn't.

- I'll miss him.

- [Tom] Hmm.

- Miss Bishop, we have to ask.

Do you have a boyfriend at the moment?

- No, I don't, and to be honest,

I can't really see the relevance.

- We've heard that, um, Councillor Hanley

was interested in you romantically.

- Obsessed was the word used.

- Well, that's ridiculous.

Well, Jim was just a nice man.

We got on well.

We were friends.

- You didn't ever feel he was attracted to you?

- No, not in that way.

And I think it says more about the people

making the accusation than the person they're accusing.

I can probably make a wild stab at who it might have been.

- I think Connie could do with a bit of company

now that she's back at the cottage.

- That's right, she'll be getting all spooked

over there on her own.

What about it, Justin?

I'm sure she'd be pleased with a bit of company.

Play your cards right,

you could get your slippers under the bed,

and get your old house back into the bargain.

- That's not funny, Vince.

- Why not, we all know how much you hated selling the place.

You could have your cake and eat it there.

- Oh, I don't think our resident sculptor

would know his cake

if it jumped up and bit him on the snout.

(Imogen giggles)

- Talking of which.

I'm feeling a little bit peckish myself, evening all.

- How's Connie getting on, do you think?

- Maybe you should ask her yourself,

if you care for her, do you?

- Of course I do.

It's just every time I get near her

I start talking gibberish.

I'm perfectly all right until I get close to her,

and then some, halfwit takes control of my brain.

(Imogen giggles)

- Oh dear, you have got it bad, haven't you.

But you know, it's not the end of the world.

If someone's fond of you,

they're inclined to put up

with the occasional bouts of drivel.

(Imogen snickers)

- Well, that all seems secure enough.

- When Justin had the house

he made sure they did a good job.

- Well, he may be all right with household security,

but he's not so hot on manners.

I couldn't believe what he was saying

down at the pub just now.

Well, what did he say?

- Well he was going on about how keen you were on him.

Gagging for it was the charming phrase he used (chuckles).

I don't know.

I always thought he was okay,

but that wasn't the worst of it I'm afraid.

He said he was thinking about hitching up with you,

because then he might end up living in his old house again.

Having his cake and eating it was the way he put it.

Amazing how wrong you can be about people isn't it?

But then again, maybe it was just his idea of a joke.

I don't know.

Now this is the lock you want fixed, yeah?

- Yeah.

- [Zukie] The marquee is booked.

- [Jane] Mm.

- It's going to be fabulous.

Oh hello, darling.

- Zukie.

- How lovely to see you.

Coming to Frobisher Night?

- Frobisher Night, when's that?

- Oh, you must come.

It's gonna be totally different this year.

We've got a wonderful all weather marquee on the green,

fantastic caterers, a top deejay person.

Nothing at all like previous years.

You must come.

- Well, I--

- Leave it with me.

I'll drop the tickets round.

Say no more.

See you there.

- Okay, thanks.

- Zukie, all the tickets are gone.

- I'll sort something out.

She's just the kind of person we need.

(whimsical music)

- [Justin] Morning.

- Oh, absolutely fine.

I'm really enjoying living in my lovely cottage.

I didn't realise you liked it quite that much.

- I'm sorry?

- I've never gagged for anything in my life!

- He was chairperson.

Considered a bit of a tough nut.

It was Councillor Hanley

when it came to planning applications.

Why do you ask?

- Well, I was wondering about the um,

planning application for Connie Bishop's house?

- Ah, the extension.

- What's the situation there?

- Oh, it has every chance of going through.

Jim had actually told me, off the record,

that he thoroughly approved.

Connie's sister and the three children are moving in.

Ah, a bad divorce and it was all very difficult, I think.

Pretty much homeless.

But Jim was very pleased at the idea

of more children in the village.

Bolster the school numbers.

- We've heard the relation

between Jim Hanley and Connie Bishop

described as an obsession.

- Obsession, no, mildly infatuated, possibly.

In an older man, younger woman kind of way,

but he would never have done anything.

(whimsical music)

(knocking on door)

- Oh, Mrs. Richardson.

- Ah, caught you in, excellent.

What a lovely garden you have.

- Oh, thank you, well we do try to keep it nice.

- Yes um, I wanted to ask you a favour, Jean.

- Well, if we can help in anyway, oh, it's Mrs. Richardson.

- Hello there, lovely day.

- Yes, I was wondering about

your tickets for Frobisher Night.

I wondered whether you might give them up this year?

- Give them up?

Oh, but we go every year.

- Yes, well that's rather the point.

We wondered if you might give

somebody else the chance this time around.

Have you actually ever bought anything at the auction?

- Ah, we got that sirloin of beef that time, didn't we, Ted?

- That's right.

- Yes, well a sirloin of beef

isn't really what it's about this year.

We do have some lavish and extraordinary lots.

So if you don't feel you can realistically contribute,

you might want to give somebody else a chance.

Have you got them handy?

(whimsical music)

- Here we are, all done.

- [Connie] Thank you!

- Would you like me to be a key holder for the spare?

Might be a little bit safer than where it was before.

Or someone else.

Just don't leave it under the flower pot.

- No, no, you keep it, thanks.

- Trust me, I'm a locksmith.

Hello, hello, it seems a rather nice little Rioja

has found its way into my tool box, how extraordinary.

Oh, and there's corkscrew as well.

How about that.

What do you say?

- Do you know I could just do with a drink?

I'll get the glasses.

(suspenseful music)

(Laurence and Connie laughing)

(wind whooshing) (mysterious music)

- [Man] Kill him, kill him, kill him.

(rain pattering)

(Connie moaning)

(rain pattering)

(suspenseful music)

- [Laurence] I can't move.

- [Connie] Come on.

- I'll have to stay the night.

- You can't stay the night.

- I can stay the night.

(Connie laughing)

- [Connie] You can't stay the night.

- Well, why not?

The wine was stronger than I thought.

Have mercy on me.

- [Connie] Come on, all right, all right.

You can stay in the summer house.

- Come on then, show me where it is.

(Mongo barking)

(Connie laughing)

(suspenseful music) (rain pattering)

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God (screaming)!

(telephone ringing)

- Hello.

No, no.

- Well, I'm awake now.

- No, oh, sorry, go on, go on.

- [Dr. Bullard] I hope you find the killer soon, Tom.

I'm looking forward to a decent night's sleep.

- I think Mrs. Barnaby feels the same way too.

- [Dr. Bullard] Okay, from what I can see,

the murder weapon is similar,

or the same as the one used on Councillor Hanley.

And look at the way he's lying.

It doesn't take much effort to cut a throat.

- It doesn't look like it was much of a struggle.

- There was a fair amount of alcohol.

He was probably comatose.

- [Tom] Time of death?

- 1:30, give or take half an hour.

- He'd come over to change the locks,

and then produced a bottle of wine,

and we had a drink or two.

- Why was he in the summer house?

- Well, he said he was too drunk to get home.

I think he was making a kind of clumsy play

to stay the night.

I said he couldn't but he could stay in the summer house so.

- And then?

- And then I went back into the house and went to bed.

- Why did you go back out to the summer house

at, ah, what time was it?

- Ah, about what, 2:30.

- At 2:30, why did you go back out there?

- I had a bad dream.

I just woke up feeling a bit dehydrated, hungover,

and I remembered that Laurence was in the summer house,

so I went to see if he was still there.

- The weather was foul.

You must have had a very good reason

to go back out to the summer house.

(door thuds)

- I just wanted to see if he was okay.

- Ah, Mrs. Stroud's here to see Miss Bishop, sir.

- Yeah, ask her to hang on for a bit, please.

But I think you ought to stay with Mrs. Stroud, again.

At least until forensics have finished here.

- Oh, my God.

- What?

- I've just remembered.

Laurence said he knew who the murderer was.

Oh, my God.

- Well, who was it?

- He didn't say.

He just said he knew who it was.

- Connie, what did he say exactly?

- I'd been going on about

how people in the village thought I was crazy,

and how half of them probably thought I'd killed Jim Hanley,

and he said he knew I hadn't.

I said it was sweet of him to say so,

but he couldn't really be sure,

and he got sort of irritated,

and said he knew I hadn't done it,

because he knew who had.

I told him he should tell the police.

I said he could be in danger if he knew who it was.

And then he said he didn't mean it.

That he'd been joking.

But he know, he wasn't joking.

I, I know he wasn't.

- How did you know?

- Because he asked me not to mention it to anyone,

and you don't say that if you've been joking.

- And he gave no clue at all

as to who he thought the murderer was?

- No, no, he didn't.

- Did you tell anyone about this?

Did you make any phone calls?

- No, I've only just remembered myself.

- [Ben] What do you think, sir.

She telling the truth?

- [Tom] You remember Mrs. Stroud going on

about Jim Hanley in the pub,

talking about secrets and reputations?

Well, Laurence was there too,

and I'm wondering if Laurence got the Councillor to explain

who he was talking about?

(siren wailing)

- The thing I hate most about all of this

is how suspicious it makes you of everyone.

I just, I can't trust anyone.

Not even sure if I trust myself anymore.

Sometimes I think I'm going mad.

- [Mrs. Stroud] You're bound to feel a bit wobbly.

- [Connie] I can't believe what Justin said.

I thought he was okay.

Now I find out he's a complete, how could he?

- What are you talking about?

- You didn't hear what he said in the pub?

Apparently, he was telling everyone

how he thought he'd get hitched up with me

so he could get his old house back,

and how it would be easy because I was gagging for it.

- Justin didn't say that.

Who told you?

Was it Laurence?

- He was there.

- I know he was there, so was I.

Laurence and Vince were winding Justin up.

They were the ones who were talking about him

having his cake and eating it.

Justin was actually defending you.

- [Connie] Defending me?

- Well, of course he was.

Wasn't Justin upset at what Vince said

about getting his shoes under Connie's bed?

- Yes, he was, definitely.

- See?

- Nice cup of tea?

- [Connie] Oh, thank you.

- I don't like to speak ill of the dead,

but that swine Laurence

must've been trying to put you off Justin

to give himself a better chance.

Justin loves you.

You must know that.

- He doesn't.

- Of course he does.

He's mad about you.

Isn't he Imogen?

- He is.

- It's just he doesn't have the courage to tell you.

- I was so rude to him outside the shop today.

- Oh, he'll get over it.

- Well, what's he gonna think about last night?

- Talk to him.

Explain what happened.

Everything's going to be alright.

Come on.

- [Ben] So if what Connie said was true,

Laurence may have been killed

to stop him revealing who the murderer was.

- But why here and why last night?

And how did the killer know

that Laurence would be here in the summer house

at half past one in the morning, huh?

- Could it have been the lurker, hmm,

from a couple of weeks ago?

Back again, happened to see them?

- Well, if it was the lurker who was the killer,

that means our besotted Councillor Jim Hanley was not.

I think it's time to talk to the wise man of the village.

(horn blowing)

- [Zukie] I'm just relieved we decided

to take over when we did.

Connie's obviously in no state to do anything now.

- [Jane] We're not cancelling Frobisher Night?

- Absolutely not, deposits have been taken.

- [Man] Come on, what're you doing.

- Oh, and I've managed to get commitments

from two more local celebrities and an honourable.

- Wonderful

- I'll see you.

- [Jane] See you.

- [Man] About time!

(car engines humming)

- [Tom] Do you think, ah, Vince,

that the ah, the lurker, was someone local?

- It was a bit odd, old Jim Hanley being found there.

In the same spot where Imogen saw the Peeping Tom.

- Do you think Jim Hanley was, you know, that way inclined?

- Well, there were pointed comments

from his wife before they divorced.

She definitely gave the impression

that he was one of life's voyeurs.

- Being a Peeping Tom is pretty reprehensible behaviour,

but having your throat cut seems a bit extreme.

- I don't think we should jump to any conclusions

about the motive just yet.

(suspenseful music)

- I think there's something you should know.

I'm not saying it was definitely suspicious,

but it was a bit odd in the circumstances.

- Yes, go on.

- It was yesterday, just here.

I saw Connie talking to Justin and they had words.

She was very off with him.

Anyway, it was all because of a lie that Laurence told,

saying Justin was only interested in Connie,

because he wanted to get his old house back.

- His old house?

- Yeah, where Connie lives now.

A couple of years ago,

when Justin split up with Claire, that's his ex,

lovely girl, didn't deserve her.

They had to sell the house and Connie bought it.

Anyway, I was thinking if Justin found out

what Laurence had been saying about him,

he wouldn't be too pleased.

- No, I was never too keen on Laurence,

but ah, that was not a nice way to go.

Darts team will miss him.

Pushed his luck though, didn't he, with his womanising.

- Hmm, that's true.

There'll be one or two people out there with motives.

Not mentioning any names.

- Yeah, but he's got to be on their list though, hasn't he?

What with him being so smitten by Connie,

and Laurence trying to muscle in on the two of them.

I'm not saying he's the murdering kind of course.

- That's very decent of you, Vince, thank you.

- Mind you, I'm not so sure you could say the same

about the subject of his affections.

Definitely a troubled soul, our Connie.

What with her nightmares and sleepwalking

and screams in the middle of the night.

Who knows what's going on inside that pretty head of hers.

- Connie is one of the gentlest people I have ever met.

- Absolutely, lovely person.

- I'm sure you're right,

but it's worth bearing in mind,

that anyone who's shown any amorous interest in her so far

has ended up with their throat cut.

- I'm going off this pub.

- Oh, I thought I might find you here.

- Oh sorry, do you want to go in?

- Actually Justin, it was you I wanted to talk to.

- Oh, ah, shall we.

So, ah, how have you been getting on going?

- Well, I'm staying at Mrs. Stroud's tonight,

but it's not ideal.

I've decided to go back to the cottage tomorrow.

The police should be pretty much finished by then.

- Are sure you'll be all right there on your own?

- Well, that's why I wanted to talk to you.

You know you said if there was anything

you could do for me to just ask.

- Yeah.

- I wondered if you might come over for supper tomorrow?

I think I'm going to find the evenings a bit difficult,

and I could do with the company.

If, if you're not doing anything.

- No, no, of course, um, I'd love to.

- Oh, great, about 7:30?

- Great.

- See you then.

(glasses clinking)

- And the entrance here, I think.

Excellent, good.

Excuse me.

I think it's going to be fabulous.

Let's just pray there isn't another murder.

- Oh, they say bad things come in threes.

- You know Jane, sometimes you can be very negative.

(horn blowing)

Not there!

- I didn't particularly like Laurence.

That's not true, I positively disliked him.

- [Tom] Ah, and why is that?

- He's a liar, full of himself, rude.

The list goes on.

- And you didn't like him flirting with Connie?

- She'd have more sense

than to have anything to do with him.

- How long have you known Connie?

- Um, I met her the first time

when I was showing her around the cottage.

- You lived there with your ex-wife, didn't you?

- Girlfriend.

- What happened there?

- She walked out on me.

Um, she needed her half of the house, so we had to sell.

I'm not a wealthy man.

- Well, we'll need her contact details

in case we need to get in touch.

- Well, she's quite good friends with Imogen.

You could try her.

- Imogen Stroud?

- Used to say they were going to yoga classes in Causton,

then they'd go out on the pull together.

I'm not sure which one's worse.

(suspenseful music)

- Pretty weird wanting the house.

With all the bad memories of a broken relationship,

you'd think he'd want a fresh start somewhere else.

Mind you, it's pretty odd

Connie wanting to move back in so soon.

- [Tom] Well people can be funny about houses.

- I'd like to hear the ex-girlfriend's

side of things anyway.

- Oh, Claire?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, check up on her will you?

See if she really has sunk without trace.

- Yes, sir.

- [Jane] Chief Inspector.

- [Tom] Mrs. Menzies.

- Terrible thing about the murders.

Are there any developments at all?

- We're working on it.

The show must go on, must it?

- Frobisher Night has never been cancelled.

The good causes do rely on us,

and well, there's just too much invested.

- [Tom] Very expensive, is it?

- Howard Richardson's guaranteeing the fee.

- Ah, the millionaire benefactor.

- Yes, though I'm not sure quite how many

of his millions he has now.

Well, some trophy wives are just

more high maintenance than others.

- [Imogen] There we are.

Thanks very much.

- [Shopper] Thank you.

- Oh, what can I do for you?

- Justin's ex-girlfriend, Claire Cooper.

Do you know how we can get hold of her?

- No, I've no idea.

- Well, he said you knew her quite well.

- Well, not that well.

We used to go to yoga classes together.

I don't understand why you're asking.

- Oh, just general background, you know.

What was their relationship like?

- Not great, they went out with each other

for a couple of years,

bought the cottage together

and then they just drifted apart.

- Do you know why?

- Well, they were never very well suited.

- Do you know if she kept in touch

with anyone in the village?

- I don't know.

I haven't heard it mentioned.

(woman screaming)

- [Man] Drop it, Fergie, drop it.

- [Woman] Leaves!

- Oh, my God.

- She just went in to that tangle and came out with it.

(crown murmuring)

- Looks like the murder weapon, sir.

- George, what do you think?

- It certainly could be the weapon used.

It looks sharp enough.

- I know we can't afford very much,

but we've been going to Frobisher Night for 50 years.

And Peggy and June,

well they've been going nearly that long as well.

- She asked for their tickets back too?

- Didn't you know?

- No, I did not.

How dare you!

Those people have been the life blood

of Frobisher Night for 50 years,

and you come in and tell them to give up their tickets?

- My Dear, I think your judgement is a bit clouded.

It's all about raising money for good causes.

I'm afraid your friends just don't have

that much money to give.

- It's about the community contributing.

They look forward to it all year.

- We're going to raise much more than previous years.

- Well, I won't be there.

I've already given my tickets to the Fullers.

I want no part of it.

- Have you heard they found the murder weapon?

(suspenseful music)

(dog barking)

(whimsical music)

(knocking on door)

- [Justin] Hi.

- Come in.

- I, I, I brought you some flowers.

- They're beautiful, thank you.

Ah, I'm sorry.

Look at me.

I'm really glad to see you.

Oh, what a day I've had.

That Zukie Richardson, honestly.

- What happened?

- Oh, I don't want to talk about it.

I just want to forget about her and enjoy myself.

She won't be ruining this evening.

Come on, let's get some water for these flowers.

- [Justin] All right then.

- [Ben] Good night.

- You know the first time that sleepwalking

was used as a defence at a murder trial

was Massachusetts, USA, 1846,

when a certain Albert Tirrell was charged

with murdering a, a lady of the night,

having set fire to her brothel.

Huh, he got off scot free.

- Be different if he'd set fire to a nunnery.

- Oh, so young and so cynical.

Have you found Justin's ex-girlfriend?

- Not a trace, no.

- Oh well, it can wait until the morning.

Well, I've had enough, I'm off.

Catch up on some sleep.

You did check missing persons, didn't you?

- Yes, sir, I can't find any record of her

since she split up with Justin.

- All right, I'll see you in the morning.

- Good night, sir.

(suspenseful music)

(Connie and Justin laughing)

- Two extra bedrooms and a bathroom,

and downstairs it will be

a nice roomy kitchen diner and a snug.

- Wow, it looks very good.

- What a fantastic evening.

I've really enjoyed it.

- Me too.

(Justin chuckles)

Look at the time.

Um, I should be going.

- It's been really nice having you here, Justin.

Someone I can trust.

Does that sound odd?

- No, no, not at all.

- There's a bed made up in the spare room.

How would you feel about staying the night?

It's just, it's my first night back in the house,

and it would be really reassuring

to have someone here with me.

- Of course.

- I mean if you have to get back.

- No, no, um, I, I'd be happy to stay.

- Fantastic.

(Justin chuckles)

- Sometimes bed is just the best place to be.

- If you're allowed to get some sleep.

Well, tonight I have taken precautions.

What?

Very funny.

(suspenseful music)

(floorboards creaking) (suspenseful music)

(doorknob clicking)

(suspenseful music)

- Connie?

Connie, are you awake?

(Connie moaning)

Perhaps you should wake up now?

(Connie giggling)

Connie?

Connie, don't you think you better wake up now, Connie?

Connie!

(Connie grunting)

Connie, Connie, Connie!

(Connie screaming)

- Oh, here we go again.

(pounding on door)

Open up!

- [Imogen] Open up.

- [Vince] Open up!

It's all right.

You're all right, you're all right.

- [Imogen] Shh, shh, shh.

(Connie sobbing)

- Justin!

(Justin sighs)

- Yeah?

(telephone ringing)

- Aren't you going to answer it?

- [Tom] I thought you were wearing earplugs.

- I didn't like them.

You can't hear anything.

He's claiming Connie was sleepwalking,

came into his room and got into bed with him.

- [Tom] About the injuries, huh?

- Uh, I was trying to hold her off.

- [Vince] Of course you were.

- [Tom] Shh, shh, shh, shh.

- She was getting quite, well, amorous in her sleep.

- Poor you.

- Be quiet please.

- I didn't think it would have been a very good start

to the physical aspect to our relationship

if she woke up mid session, so to speak.

- Let go.

I'm so sorry, oh, Justin.

It's me you should be arresting.

Can we talk, please?

- Yes.

- I'm the one who should be locked up,

for my sake and for everyone else's.

- No, look, you were sleepwalking.

You woke up in what you thought

was a threatening situation and you lashed out.

I do not think that is an imprisonable offence.

- But you don't, you don't know what you've done

when you've been sleepwalking, do you?

And you don't always know whether or not

you've been sleepwalking when you wake up.

- You're talking about the murders aren't you?

- You know I said I had a dream

the night Laurence was killed?

Well, I didn't tell you everything.

When I looked down at my hand in the dream,

I was holding a knife,

and I heard a voice inside my head

saying kill him over and over.

And the night Jim Hanley died

and I found the back door open,

I think there were muddy boot print by the back door,

my sort of size, and they got smeared

with all the coming and going of the police and everything,

but I don't know how they got there.

I know I should've mentioned it before, I'm sorry.

- So you think you put on your boots in your sleep,

went outside, killed someone in your sleep?

- Homicidal somnambulism.

I don't believe in that Connie,

and I don't believe you should either,

but were there any traces of blood on you,

on your hands or anywhere?

- I had a shower.

- Oh, yeah.

- I didn't do it on purpose or anything.

I was just all muddy and wet and I needed to warm up.

Any traces of blood would have been washed away (crying).

- No, no, no, no, no!

(body crashing)

- [Joyce] The words bull and china shop spring to mind.

- [Tom] Oh, are you awake, love?

- [Joyce] What happened?

- This case, Joyce, is taking a turn towards the bizarre.

Connie Bishop says that she maybe the one

who slit the throats of our two murder victims in her sleep.

- What on earth put that idea in to her head?

- Well, she says she's a regular sleepwalker,

and she had a dream on the night of the second murder

where she's holding this knife

while a voice inside her head

kept saying ,"Kill him, kill him".

I can't believe that Connie Bishop is our killer, can you?

Anyway, she wanted to be locked up

prison cell for the night

for her own protection and everyone else's, she said.

So that's what we've done.

To err on the side of caution.

Do you want to turn out the light?

- Oh, I'm really going to drop off easily now.

- Of course, sleepwalking can be used

as a valid defence against a murder charge.

- Don't tempt me.

(whimsical music)

- Think how many wheels on meals this would pay for, hmm.

Oh, and carpet (chuckles).

Two tickets and you're welcome to them.

- Oh, that is so kind of you.

We ought to fit in the Monroe's after all.

You must know them.

She's the model.

He's the famous divorce lawyer.

- Yes, I do.

A couple of social climbing nonentities.

But I'm sure you'll get along swimmingly.

(whimsical music)

Shop.

- Yep, yep.

(whimsical music)

- [Ben] See you later.

- [Tom] You released Connie?

- Well, she was talking about

booking in for another night tonight

so I said we'd play it by ear.

Got a bit of interesting news for you though, sir.

- [Tom] Hmm?

- I've just been talking

to Justin's ex, Claire, on the phone.

Apparently Imogen contacted her after we'd seen her

and explained how we're trying to get hold of her.

- So they did keep in touch.

- Yeah, anyway, Claire says Justin

wasn't violent at all during their relationship.

If anything he was too nice.

- So there goes your body under the patio theory.

- Yeah.

- But there is something, something about this house.

It all revolves around this house, come on.

Murder one on the pathway at the bottom of Connie's garden.

Murder two in the summer house, Laurence's death.

Let's assume for a moment, shall we,

that Connie was telling us the truth.

Laurence told Connie that he knew

the identity of the murderer,

but he didn't tell her the name.

She told him to tell the police

because knowing the identity of the murderer

meant that he might be in danger himself from the murderer.

But Laurence said that the murderer

didn't know that he knew.

- Perhaps Laurence was blackmailing them, anonymously?

- Yeah, yes and that's probably the best explanation

for why he didn't tell the police,

and then he's killed, murdered in his sleep,

cold blooded, premeditated murder.

As if whoever did it

wanted to prevent their identity from being revealed,

or, or you know just to get shot of a blackmailer.

But how or when did they realise it was Laurence?

Laurence was virtually passing out

by the time Connie put him to bed in the summer house.

He couldn't have talked to anyone.

And Connie said that she didn't either.

- So the murderer must have known

Laurence knew who they were.

Which also means the murderer would have known

it was Laurence was blackmailing them.

- Yeah, but why wait until Laurence

comes up here to Connie's cottage, hey?

I mean wouldn't that make it more risky?

I mean why not kill him as soon as they knew?

- Yeah.

(telephone ringing)

Hello?

It's voice mail.

Forensics want me to give them a call?

- Oh, yes.

- Bit quick for a result on the blood.

(floorboards creaking)

(suspenseful music)

- I was holding a knife,

and I heard a voice inside my head saying kill him.

- What on earth put that idea into her head?

- Well, she's a regular sleep walker.

(suspenseful music)

- Footsteps on the landing, creaking floorboards,

but people sometimes do dream they've woken up, don't they?

And they are still dreaming.

I can't think what else it could have been.

(suspenseful music)

- Bit of a shocker, sir.

- Yeah?

- They haven't got a match on the blood yet,

but they managed to get a partial print

off the knife handle.

It's Connie Bishop's.

- Definite match?

- Well, it looks like she's tried

to wipe it clean and missed a bit.

- So if the blood matches the victims, Connie is our killer.

- So what's going on, sir?

Was she genuinely sleepwalking

and didn't know what she was doing?

Or was it all a double bluff

and she was compos mentis all the time?

- That is a very good question, Jones.

(radio buzzing)

- We are in a different venue tonight,

as I am sure you will all have realised.

It was the idea and the inspiration

of a wonderful human being.

- Here, here.

- Who I happen to know rather well.

- That's much better, understated like that.

- (chuckles) Yeah.

- You're on better form this evening.

- Yeah, I think everything's going to turn out all right.

- Of course it will (clicks tongue).

- We've got so many of the same CDs.

Thank you.

- You know you can stay here if you want.

- After what happened?

- Well, I might have to tie you down to the bed but.

(Connie chuckles)

I mean, I didn't mean.

- I know what you meant.

(whimsical music) (guest chattering)

- Bloody people.

(whimsical music) (guest chattering)

- Well, he said he'd be here.

(whimsical music) (guest chattering)

- Come on!

Follow me.

- Yes, sir.

(whimsical music) (guest chattering)

What about Connie's fingerprints on the knife?

- Oh, if the killer could get into

Connie's cottage while she was asleep,

he could have pressed the knife handle onto her fingers.

She'd been drinking, had a bottle or two.

The killer knew that, knew she wouldn't wake up easily.

Could even have triggered the dream, huh?

(equipment beeping)

I didn't mention it earlier,

because I thought the killer might,

you know, be listening in.

Didn't see any harm in suggesting

that Connie was our chief suspect.

Lull him in to a false sense of security.

- But if it wasn't Connie,

how did the murderer get into the cottage

after killing Laurence?

She'd just had her locks changed.

- I've spoken to Connie.

Apparently she gave the spare key

to Laurence for safe keeping.

But I've also spoken to Georgie Bullard.

No sign of any key on the body.

I think the killer took the key to get into this house.

- Ah.

- I believe our murderer was listening in

when Laurence volunteered to become a key holder.

- Trust me, I'm a locksmith.

- So he knew that Laurence would have it with him

in the summer house.

- That's interesting.

It's not just a listening device.

Someone's transmitting to here as well.

Connected to the amplifier and the speakers.

- Better check the radios upstairs as well.

- The on-off switch has been circumvented.

- So you can turn it on remotely?

- Looks like it.

- [Tom] Hmm.

- [Deejay] Ladies and gentleman,

can you all take your seats, please?

(whimsical music) (guest chattering)

(suspenseful music)

(door thuds)

(suspenseful music)

- Okay, you can listen or play back recorded sounds,

or speak directly into the microphone.

- Kill him, kill him, kill him.

- It's quite effective.

If you were half asleep you might think it was in your head.

- Right, creaking floorboards

and footsteps from the spare room, please.

(floorboards creaking) (heels thudding)

- Well, I'd be reaching for the baseball bat.

Fooled me!

(guests laughing and chattering)

(suspenseful music)

- And this is his trading software.

Spread betting account and he's not doing too well.

- [Tom] No, he's not.

(computer beeping)

(guests chattering)

- I think it's time now darling.

Have you turned that off?

- I think you may have just lost

your element of surprise, sir.

(glass clinking)

(guest applauding)

(suspenseful music)

(telephone ringing)

- [Mrs. Stroud] I'm sorry to trouble you, darling girl,

but I think Zukie's Frobisher Night is about to be kiboshed.

- I, ah...

(guest chattering)

I...

I have a confession to make.

- [Woman] He's not the murderer, is he?

(guests laughing)

- I'd just like to make it clear that.

I'd like to make it clear that my dear Zukie

had nothing to do with any of it.

- Howard, just do the speech we agreed?

- I shall miss you.

- Mr. Barnaby?

- I'm sorry.

- Howard Richardson, I'm arresting you

for the murders of Jim Hanley and Laurence Mann.

- No!

- You do not have to say anything--

- Stop it.

- But it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned,

something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Thank you, Sergeant.

- Come with us, please, sir.

- What, no, I, I can't, what?

- I'm afraid I'm leaving you

with one or two money problems as well.

They'll be coming for the house keys any day.

- Oh.

- [Connie] Howard?

- Connie.

Connie, why were you so stubborn

about keeping the school open?

- This is about the school?

- Yes, Howard wanted the school to close

so the ownership would revert to him.

Those were the terms of the covenant.

It was worth a great deal of money, and Howard needed it.

- So all that stuff about supporting the school.

- I'd like to go now, please.

(Zukie gasping and crying)

(guest murmuring)

- You know, as a cabaret,

I think we're going to have trouble topping this next year.

(guests chattering)

- So Frobisher Night finished early.

- No, no, it all went on.

There was a bidding frenzy I'm told.

They had a record night and we got a full confession.

- Why did he kill Councillor Hanley?

- Ah, well, that all kicked off

when Howard failed to blackmail our Mr. Hanley.

- [Joyce] Are you gonna get the light?

- What, oh yeah.

Which is ironic,

because Howard himself was blackmailed later on.

Jim Hanley you see was the Peeping Tom,

and Howard caught him in the act.

- Having fun?

(camera shutter clicking)

(dog whimpers)

- Howard knew that if the council

granted Connie planning permission for the extension,

and Connie's sister moved back in with her three kids,

then that school could go on for one, two years at least.

But Howard needed that school to fail,

so he'd get back possession of the building and sell it.

But the good Councillor was not for bribing.

- I've decided to grant planning permission,

so you can do your worst.

And if you decide to tell people what you saw that night,

I shall tell them that you tried to, to, to blackmail me.

Which won't do your reputation much good either.

It's up to you.

- Well, it's all sort of academic now, anyway.

She doesn't want you to grant planning permission.

- What are you talking about?

- She's decided she can't face the thought

of her sister and all the children coming to stay.

But she wants it to look as if she's tried,

so as not to upset her sister.

- I don't believe you.

- Well, look, why don't we go and ask her, hmm?

Get it from the horse's mouth.

She'll still be up.

I only spoke to her five minutes ago.

Give me a moment.

I'll just get a jacket.

- And he took the Councillor to Connie's cottage

to make it look as though Connie was involved?

- Initially it was to get him away from his own house.

That's what he said.

But when he saw Connie go to the back door of her cottage

to let the dog out,

he thought ah, I'll take advantage of that.

(Jim gasps)

He said it was an opportunity he could not refuse.

So he nipped inside, he hid, waited for Connie to go to bed

and then using her boots,

he put her muddy footprints by the back door.

- And what about the builder, Laurence?

- Laurence, huh, well when Howard found out

that it was Laurence knew he was the murderer

and was blackmailing him to boot.

Howard had no choice.

(suspenseful music)

Then all Howard had to do

was to put Connie's finger prints

on the end of the knife,

and leave that knife somewhere

where it could easily be found,

as indeed it was by the little dog.

- And he put all those transmitters and things in himself?

- Yes, he did.

Electrical engineer.

Boffin par excellence apparently.

- You can't trust anyone.

- No, you can't.

Well, we can hope we can get a decent night's sleep tonight.

- I wouldn't count on it.

(mysterious music)