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(people murmuring) (door bangs)

(uptempo piano music)

- I'm sorry to bother you,

but how many students make it through to the next round?

- It's usually a dozen for the winter school

and then three are chosen for the master class.

- Thank you.

Good luck, darling.

- Excuse me.

- Shh. - I'm sorry, no.

My daughter has been waiting here

for the best part of an hour.

I'd like to speak to Sir Michael.

- He's not here to-day.

The auditions are being overseen by his daughters,

Miriam and Constance.

- I'm losing the will to live.

- Please, Miriam, he's almost finished.

(audience applauding)

- Thank you very much.

We'll be in touch.

- Very memorable.

Like witnessing genocide.

- And next, we have Zoe Stock.

Oh!

("Beethoven's Sonata, the 'Appassionata'")

(sobbing)

(gasping)

(footsteps thud)

Oh goodness.

- [Dawn] Zoe...

- [Terry] Oh love!

- Is she all right?

- Zoe...

- If we could just have a moment.

- Why does this keep happening?

What's wrong with me?

- It doesn't matter.

We're going home.

- Zoe...

- Zoe, please don't be upset.

You have enormous talent.

We're both stunned.

- Really...

- There's a place for you at the winter school

if you want it.

- When you're feeling better, please think about it.

We'd be so thrilled if you said yes.

(joyous piano music)

("Debussy's Arabesque")

- Damn!

(laughing)

My slight lapse of concentration

can only mean that it is lunchtime.

Back here at 2:30, please.

- Erm, Sir Michael, could I just ask

how you went about tackling the second section?

- Well, I think I approach each work in the same way.

These two Arabesques are very early works

composed when Debussy was not much older than you are.

Music should be... - He's great, isn't he?

- [Sir Michael] turbulence.

- Really great.

I've learnt so much already.

- fellow impressionist Claude Monet.

- I'm going for a stroll by the river after lunch

if you fancy coming with me? - in water, he used

the divine lilies to float...

- Erm, Maybe.

- You know the hide in the wood?

I'll wait for you there.

- [Sir Michael] The tempo of the second Arabesque

is a little quicker than the first

and the music should reflect that.

Like rain falling on the surface of the water.

(forks and knife clutter) - Thank you.

- Oh, Zoe.

How are you getting on?

- Good I think.

Really good.

- I'm so glad you decided to join the course.

How are you feeling about the concert tomorrow?

- Constance has shown me some breathing exercises

to help with my nerves.

I think I'll be all right. (laughs)

Even if I don't get through, this has been so such fun.

- Well, if there's anything I can do, let me know.

- Thank you.

- I'm so looking forward to tomorrow.

- Yes, it'll be good when the dross have gone.

- Thank you.

- Has Sir Michael made any decisions yet

about the chosen three?

- Oh no.

It all depends what happens on stage.

If they can't cope with the pressure -

- It's tough, but the winner's virtually guaranteed

an international career.

- And the two runners up?

- Are not.

- Zoe.

Hey.

How are you?

- I'm fine thank you, Benedict.

- I was thinking we could practise together?

- I'm actually a bit tied up at the moment,

but I'll see you later.

- Oh, come on Zo, it'll be nice.

And besides, we're going to be seeing

a lot more of each other in the next couple of weeks.

- Oh?

- Well, we'll both be going through to the master class.

You know it, so do I.

Most of this lot will end up playing dinner-dances.

- I wish I had your confidence.

- (chuckles) Zo

- 15, 16

17, come on, three more you weed!

(Orlando groans)

(Francesca laughs)

That was rubbish!

(laughing) - Yeah, you try it.

Zoe, hi.

- Hi.

- Hi Zoe.

- Fancy a drink?

- No thanks.

- Er, Zoe and I arranged to go for a walk.

- Actually, I have to erm, practise the Beethoven.

Why don't you two go?

- Okay.

See you later.

(melancholic music)

(weeping violin music)

(water splashing)

- Hey!

Hey!

Hang on, I'm coming.

(gagging) (girl gasping)

Help.

Someone, Help!

(mournful music)

- [Driver] Giving you more cable.

- You must dry your hair properly or you'll catch a chill.

Zoe, Zoe are you hurt?

- No. Its just er, the time of the month.

- Ladies, this way please.

- We'll see you back at the house.

Come along Constance.

- [Constance] What she needs is a warm bath

and a bed with a hot water bottle.

- [Miriam] Yes.

- Nothing downstream.

- And the child?

- No sign.

- Zoe, I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby

from Causton CID.

- I saw her sinking under the water, and she had a baby.

- Look, why don't we go back to the house

and we have a chat then, okay.

- You don't believe me, do you? Nobody believes me.

- I've learnt to keep a very open mind.

Come on.

(men shout)

- I saw her.

- [Police Diver] And watch the cable on that weed.

- Excuse me, what's going on?

- We're doing a search of the river.

There's been a report of a possible drowning.

A young woman.

- Oh, God no.

- Can I take your name, Sir?

- I'm Conor Gregory, Rector of Saint Cecilia's.

(whooshing water)

- [Police Diver] It's an old eel trap, leave it.

- And, you didn't see anything?

- No.

No, I, didn't see a thing.

Come on, Jake.

- Watch your elbows.

Who was that?

- Said his name was Gregory, Sir. Father Gregory.

- Oh yeah, I thought I recognised him.

What did he want?

- Nothing.

Just wanted to know what was going on.

Good question.

- See you at the manor.

(engine roars)

(students murmuring)

- You all right?

- Do I look all right, Orlando?

(stomping footsteps)

- I've spoken to your parents, Zoe.

They'll be arriving shortly.

- Thank you.

- And you are?

- Oh, I'm Constance Fielding.

Sir Michael's daughter.

- Zoe, go and get changed.

We need to talk while it's still fresh in your mind.

Go on.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barn--

- I know who you are.

You're Joyce's husband.

She's been helping us with the arrangements

for tomorrow's concert.

- Come on.

- About 20-years-old, you say?

- Yes.

- Can you can tell me anything about her,

how she looked?

How she was dressed?

- Erm, she had a pale dress

and she had the most beautiful blond hair.

Long

Down her back.

- And you actually saw her go under?

- She was choking.

Gasping for air.

Then she was gone.

I tried to save her, but the current was so strong.

- Oh no Zoe, you did a very brave thing there.

Look, tell me, you say there was a child?

How old was that child?

- A baby.

- A baby?

- Yeah, it was just a baby.

(knocking)

- I'm so sorry to interrupt,

but er your parents have just arrived, Zoe.

- Oh, good.

Well, we'll leave it there for the time being.

- Thank you.

- Zoe, love. - Your all right love.

- Mum, Dad, it was awful.

I saw this woman...

- So unnecessary, parents fussing around her.

- [Zoe] She must be dead.

- How do you mean?

- Excuse me.

This is my sister, Miriam.

- Afternoon.

- Listen, tell me this.

Do you remember anything about a drowning

that took place in the same spot about twenty years ago?

I'm very struck by similarities with this incident?

- A drowning?

No.

- Are you sure?

I was a junior officer at the time.

But I interviewed both of you.

- (laughs) I thought I recognised you from somewhere.

Don't you remember, Constance?

Mr. Barnaby came to the house?

- Oh, yes, vaguely.

(laughing)

I'm sorry Mr. Barnaby,

I have a memory like a sieve!

- (chuckles) Yeah, that's all right.

Well, I will leave you in peace.

- Well, if there's anything else that we can do to help.

(door rattles)

- Actually...

Do you have a spare ticket for the concert?

- Of but of course!

After everything Joyce has done for us!

- Thank you.

(jolly music)

(fast paced footsteps)

- Anything?

- No.

- Oh.

Well keep looking.

There was a drowning here 20-odd years ago.

A young woman.

Body was never identified.

Go through the records,

see what you can find.

- Yes, Sir.

- What's the matter?

- Well, it's just the water boys have searched

all the way down to the weir.

She's lovely and that, but she's not all there, is she?

- Jones.

She saw something.

- I'm telling you, goose chase.

(classical piano music) ("Debussy's Ad Parnassum")

(audience applauding)

- He's very good.

- Don't just play the music.

- Breathe it.

- Next we have, Orlando Guest.

(audience applauding)

("Chopin's Étude No 12.")

(dramatic classical music)

(girl giggles)

- If you just take your eyes off him for one moment

and concentrate on the job in hand, I would be grateful.

Francesca, take this seriously!

- I am.

I just wish you would lighten-up a little.

- After what I've sacrificed to get you here?

- Dad, what is it you want from me?

- I want you to go on that stage and play the right notes

in the right order, in the right time!

That's what I want!

Do you understand?

- Perfectly.

- Hey, where are you going?

Where are you going, you're on next!

- Away from you!

(audience applauding)

("Schumann's Arabesque Op 18")

(soft piano music)

- Are you sure you wanna do this?

- Yeah.

- You don't have to.

We're proud of you just the way you are.

We couldn't love you better.

- Are you sure you're all right, love?

- I feel fine.

- Good luck.

(soft piano music)

(thudding footsteps)

- There you are, come on.

Zoe Stock's on next.

You won't want to miss her.

- Oh no.

Coming.

- What are you looking at?

- I am looking at a photograph of Sir Francis Galton.

- And who might he be?

- Francis Galton perfected the science of fingerprinting.

Got it established as admissible evidence in a court of law.

He revolutionised policing that man.

- Very interesting.

Now come on.

- I wonder what a musician like Sir Michael is doing

with a photograph of a 19th century criminologist

hanging on his wall?

- (inhaling) And in with the golden air

and out with the thick black smoke. (exhales)

(soft piano music)

(audience applauding)

And now our final student today is Zoe Stock.

- Very good.

("Beethoven's Sonata No 8 The Pathetique")

(gentle relaxing music)

(Sir Michael grunts)

- Night.

- [Jones] I don't believe it!

Is he ever wrong?!

This is just so weird!

- What's weird?

- There was another drowning, 18 years ago.

At the very same bridge.

(gentle relaxing music)

(audience applauds) (cheering)

- Ladies and gentlemen,

we've heard some magnificent performances tonight.

I could speak at length about every student

but I think it fairer to announce immediately

the names of the three who will join my master class.

In no particular, order they are,

Francesca Sharpe.

(audience applauding)

Zoe Stock.

(audience applauding) (Dawn laughs)

- Well done.

And...

Orlando Guest.

(woman gasps)

(audience applauding)

Thank you all for coming

and I look forward to seeing you in two weeks

when the winner of the Fielding Prize will be announced.

(audience applauding)

(Sharpe giggles) Thank you so much.

Thank you.

I'm very happy.

Ah, well done.

Thank you very much indeed.

Thank you, very, very kind of you.

Yes, I've worked very hard.

We've worked very hard together to get this far.

- Congratulations.

- And you.

- I'm tone deaf!

It's a total mystery.

- You must be so proud!

- I don't know where she gets it from.

Certainly not me.

- Well done, Zoe.

Well done. - Thank you, sir.

- Can I introduce myself?

I'm Conor Gregory, Rector of Saint Cecilia's

and this is our organist, Gordon Pope.

- Just marvellous, Miss Stock.

- Thank you.

- We'd like to invite you to the abbey.

- We have one of the finest organs in the country

which you can play.

- I'm not sure that's a good idea.

I'd hate Zoe to lose her touch on the piano.

- Oh, I play the church organ all the time at home.

I'm sure I'll cope.

- Well, we were thinking of attending a mass tomorrow.

Perhaps Zoe could play afterwards?

- Perfect.

We'll see you then.

- [Joyce] I love that piece and you played it so well.

- [Zoe] It's one of my favourite pieces.

- Zoe Stock is good, but you can beat her.

In this life the tortoise always wins.

So take your eyes of that young man, roll out your sleeves.

Jolly good, well done.

- Zoe?

I thought you were brilliant.

- You weren't so bad yourself!

- Friends?

We're gonna have so much fun.

(crowd murmuring)

- Penelope, congratulations.

Orlando's done so well.

- Thank you.

- Let me just have a quick word.

- Will you be staying in town for the master classes?

- Yes, yes I will.

- Sir Michael, this is a great honour for us both.

Francesca is gonna work very hard.

- I'm sure she will.

- You see.

- Sir Michael, could we speak?

- Not now, Benedict.

- How could you put Orlando through over me?

If you just give me a chance.

- I've made my decision.

Excuse me.

(crowd gasps)

- (yelling) My performance was outstanding.

You are making a mistake, you can't do this!

(crowd buzzes)

I will prove you wrong.

(shouts) I'll prove you all wrong.

- Congratulations, Orlando.

(fast-paced piano music)

("C.P.E. Bach's Solfegietto")

Stop.

What are you thinking about when you're playing?

- I'm just, concentrating.

- What does it sound like?

A string of pearls perhaps?

Good.

(car engine roars)

- Don't worry Mrs. Stock.

We've got a very nice room for you

that won't break the bank.

And the Manor's only five minutes away.

- Good afternoon.

- Mr. Sharpe.

- Ah, yes er, we didn't get a chance to say hello yesterday.

- We did enjoy Francesca's performance, Mr. Sharpe.

- Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

And how's Zoe?

I do hope she's recovered

after that unfortunate incident by the river?

- No, no, she's fine.

Thank you.

Excuse us, yeah.

- Here we are.

En-suite.

Oh, yes.

Yes, it seems very nice.

(curtains zap) (Slee gasps)

- Argh!

- Oh, oh I'm sorry.

- It's all right.

I'm okay.

I have a condition.

I'm very sensitive to light.

There..

I'm fine.

Please, don't worry.

- Oh.

- Enjoy your stay.

(upbeat music)

- Ah, Sir!

I found the case.

Your reports were very detailed.

- Yes, well I was a very keen junior officer.

- There was a body found down by the river.

A blond woman, early twenties.

But she was never identified.

- That's right.

And she was buried in Causton cemetery.

- Do you remember who reported the incident?

The Reverend Gregory.

- Did he?

- Where've you been?

- I couldn't get away.

- I want you to,

to be my first.

(running footsteps)

- Zoe?

How did it go?

- Fantastic.

- Oh, I'm so pleased.

Are you off into town now?

- My parents are waiting for me at the pub.

We're driving to the abbey.

- Zoe, I don't think it's a good idea

for you to play the organ.

I don't mean to sound negative,

but it could really damage your touch.

- I'll be fine.

And please don't worry.

I'll see you later.

- (sighs) Ah, good afternoon Miss Fielding.

- Ah, Mr. Sharpe.

Francesca's about to start her master class

with Sir Michael in a few minutes.

- Yes, I'm just about to make sure she isn't late.

Have you seen her?

- Oh, I think she went for a walk in the woods.

With Orlando.

- Thank you.

- She knows Sir Michael's expecting her.

I'd try one of the bird hides.

(footsteps pattering)

- Benedict!

What are you doing here?

- You have to speak to Sir Michael for me.

- Benedict.

- How could he have chosen Orlando over me?

- I have to go, I'm late.

- It's just not fair!

I'm not like you, I don't have a family to support me.

I'm self taught and I've killed myself to get this far.

- Benedict, you have real talent.

I'm sure that eventually you'll succeed.

But you just have to accept that it won't be here.

- No. I'm not going anywhere.

I gonna, I'm gonna make him change his bloody mind.

- Benedict!

(sports car roars)

- I really miss you, Zo.

- Zoe!

You all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Thank you.

- What's Benedict still doing here?

Should I call the police?

- No!

Please don't.

- All right.

Be careful.

(car engine roars)

- Francesca?

Francesca?

Francesca?

What are you doing?

You've got a class in 10 minutes.

- I know.

- Everything alright?

- Yes.

Absolutely fantastic.

- [Father Gregory] The body of Christ.

- Body of Christ.

- The body of Christ. - The blood of the Christ.

- The body of Christ. - Amen.

- The body of Christ - The blood of Christ

- [Terry] Amen.

(knocking)

- Come in.

- Francesca.

- Hello.

- We're so looking forward to your class, Sir Michael.

- Good.

Let's make a start.

- Mr. Sharpe, my master classes are held in private.

- I always attend Francesca's classes.

It can be so useful.

- I'm sorry but I insist.

Please leave.

- I'll see you later.

- I'm sorry.

- He's not the worst I've known by any means!

- Play that for me.

("Chopin Étude, No 3 in E minor, Opus 10.")

- All done with God?

- Yes.

- I've dug out some scores you might fancy.

Take your pick.

- Great.

Mum, why don't you go and sit down.

- Right, come on.

- Hello.

- Zoe.

- What are you doing here?

- Well, actually we came for a word with Father Gregory,

but don't let us stop you.

- There is something I wanted to mention to you

if you have a moment afterwards?

- Course Zoe, course.

(church organ music)

- [Sister Agnes] What are those policemen doing here?

- I don't know if you know it?

- I don't know.

- [Zoe] I've never actually played it.

- It's her.

- How can you be sure?

- She's the spitting image.

- We must be absolutely certain.

("Bach's Prelude and Fugue")

(mesmerising music)

- That's it.

- Sir.

- Father Gregory.

Er, we have met.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby, Causton CID.

- Yes, at the concert the other night.

- Er, no no. Much before that.

I took a statement from you in 1993

when you reported a woman struggling in the river.

Do, do you remember that?

- That's right.

Gosh, that was a long time ago.

- Indeed it was.

And I understand you've spoken to my colleague here

down by the riverside, a couple of days ago?

- Oh, yes. - Don't rush it.

The woman with the baby. - Its getting used

to the pedals again.

Hello again.

- Hello. - It's a much better sound.

- Father Gregory were you

struck by the similarities - The principles are the same.

- between the two incidents at all?

- [Pope] Sounding great.

- No.

But now you mention it is rather uncanny, isn't it?

- Isn't it.

- It is a wonder is it not

where talent like that comes from?

- As a man of the cloth, I'm obliged to say "from God".

But I'll concede that nurture

has something to do with it too!

Well, I'll leave you to enjoy the music.

- He remembers more than he's letting on.

- Oh.

- He said the woman with the baby.

I never mentioned the baby.

- [Pope] Good, very good.

(classical piano music)

- Gosh, she plays well doesn't she?

- Ah, it's not my kind of music, Sir.

- Well, go and wait in the car.

(suspenseful music)

(enchanting church organ music)

- You think we should er...

- Oh, Zoe, I am so impressed!

You must know this?

The "Fantasia Jesu, meine freude"?

- Er, yes.

- Would you play it for me?

- Of course, just a moment.

- But Zoe I...

(energetic bouncy music)

- Mr. Barnaby?

Mr. Barnaby...

(cell phone vibrates) (message tone beeps)

(hissing)

(brick crashes)

(dramatic music)

- Oh my God, are you okay?

- [Terry] Sweetheart, are you all right?

- [Zoe] I just...

(ominous music)

(door bangs)

- Who has access to the tower?

- Well, with the building work,

tradesmen come and go all day long.

- I'll need written statements from everyone

who was in the abbey at the time.

You included.

- Would you all go into the house, please?

BEr, Zoe, not you.

I want to talk to you, on your own.

Zoe, what was it you wanted to tell me

down there at the abbey?

- Oh, it's really nothing.

- Nothing?

- Well, I'm sure he had nothing to do with it,

but Benedict Marsh hasn't left.

He's hanging around.

- You spoke to him?

- As I was leaving for the abbey.

He's convinced Sir Michael will change his mind.

- What's the matter with your neck?

- Oh.

Is it my rash?

Oh, it's nothing, it's the communion wine.

I'm allergic to alcohol.

- Oh, I see.

All right Zoe, that's all.

Mr. Sharpe, ah.

Mr. Sharpe.

Would you mind telling me where you've been

for the last two hours?

- Oh, I've been listening to Francesca play.

- Just the two of you?

- No, well, Francesca had a class with Sir Michael.

- And you attended?

- I wasn't in the room exactly, but I was listening.

- Through the window?

- What's wrong with that?

Look, would you mind telling me what's going on?

- Not at all.

Someone has just tried to kill Zoe Stock.

- You don't think I was involved do you?

- Well, it would help Mr. Sharpe, if you had a better alibi.

- I can tell you exactly what they played,

what they discussed.

I can even tell you the snide remarks

Sir Michael made about me!

- Inspector.

I don't like to interfere

but I think you should talk to Benedict Marsh.

- Oh?

- I witnessed a rather ugly encounter

between he and Zoe this morning as I was arriving.

- And you were here the whole time, were you?

- What, yes!

I was in the library rehearsing with my son, I...

The housekeeper did see us.

- Yes.

Thank you.

- I was only trying to help!

- [Terry] Sir Michael, we do appreciate

all you've done for Zoe,

but we are taking her home.

I mean, the whole atmosphere here, it's poisonous

- She was almost killed.

- Oh, it was just an unfortunate accident.

- I simply cannot believe that anyone

would make a deliberate attempt on her life.

- I can.

You've got them all cranked up here

as if nothing else matters.

Who cares about a damned prize?

- Please, can we all just sit down

and think about this thing rationally?

- Please.

- I have been hard on Zoe, too hard perhaps,

but I've done so because I truly believe

that Zoe has a very special gift.

I'll be frank with you Mr. and Mrs. Stock.

I have not come across anyone like Zoe.

I mean, she's ab--

- World class.

- It's as if she was born with music inside her.

- Sir Michael, sorry to butt in but if that is the case,

surely you could put the other students out of their misery

and award the prize to Zoe now?

- I have to be absolutely sure

that Zoe can cope with the pressure at the top.

If she can't, awarding her the prize

is absolutely pointless.

- She's been making huge strides forward here.

The panic attacks have stopped

and she's been so happy with us.

- But what about the threat to her life?

Mr. Barnaby, do you think our daughter Zoe is in any danger?

- It seems so, yeah.

- From whom?

- Can't answer that question

but I do know that her talent

is stirring up very strong feelings.

- That's it then.

Come on love.

- [Constance] Oh, Zoe.

- Zoe, your father and I want you to come home with us.

- What?

No!

I'm gonna stay.

- Look, it's not up for discussion, love.

- But it's my decision, Dad!

I'm 18-years-old and I can't explain it,

but there's something about this place.

I know I must stay.

- That's your talent talking, Zoe.

You'll be quite safe with us.

- I'm sorry Dad.

I know you've always wanted the best for me,

but this is something I've just got to do.

- I could arrange protection for Zoe

if that would set your mind at rest?

- I was a Special for 12 years, Mr. Barnaby.

I'll be keeping an eye on her.

I want you to come and stay with us at the pub then Zoe.

- But she'd be so much happier here with us.

- It's not negotiable.

(knocking)

- Come in.

- You leaving?

- No.

I'm gonna stay at the local pub with my parents.

They're worried about me.

- I heard what happened.

You okay?

- Why would anyone want to kill me?

It was an accident.

It must have been.

- Zoe.

(gentle romantic music)

(suspenseful music)

- Zoe.

- She's not giving up.

- She will.

Have you kissed her?

- Yep.

She's falling in love with me.

- Good.

But take it slowly.

We women are vain.

We like to think that we're the ones doing the choosing.

- What about Francesca?

Zoe's bound to find out I had her.

- So much the better.

Winning you from her rival

will prove an intoxicating thrill.

She'll feel confident in your love

and give you her heart completely.

Then when you break it, she'll be destroyed.

- Sir Michael favours Zoe. (car engine roars)

- He's asked me to dinner tomorrow night.

I really wouldn't worry about him.

(ominous music)

- I do hope that young man isn't going to mess things up.

- With his looks, I would say it was inevitable.

- Keep an eye on him.

We can't have him ruining our Zoe.

♪ Three German officers crossed the Rhine, Parlez-vous ♪

♪ Three German officers crossed the Rhine, Parlez-vous ♪

♪ Three German Officers crossed the Rhine ♪

♪ Kissed the women and drink the wine ♪

♪ Hinky-dinky Parlez-vous ♪

♪ They came to the door of a wayside inn, Parlez-vous ♪

♪ They came to the door of a wayside inn, Parlez-vous ♪

♪ They came to the door of a wayside inn ♪

♪ Spat on the mat ♪ - Ah, Jones

♪ and walked right in ♪ - Sir.

♪ Hinky-dinky Parlez-vous ♪

♪ Oh, landlord have you ♪ - Are you sure

- you don't want an officer here?

- No, no. I'll just take her suitcase up

and check the room.

- Okay.

But you call, if you need help, all right?

♪ With bright blue eyes and golden hair ♪

♪ Hinky-dinky Parlez-vous ♪

Anything from the abbey?

- No dabs, no footprints, no witnesses.

- And the Father Gregory?

- Very upset.

Or using that as an excuse for not telling us everything.

♪ My only daughter's far too young, ♪

- What's going on here?

- Oh, she's staying here with her father.

- Oh?

- He used to be a special.

♪ Hinky-dinky Parlez-vous. ♪

- All right, that's enough of that, there's ladies present.

(crowd cheers)

- That's Jonas Slee.

Didn't we arrest him a few years ago for distilling brandy?

- Amongst other things, yeah.

- He's not bad on the old Joanna.

- Oh, that's your kind of music, is it?

What is it, Zoe?

- It's her.

The woman who jumped into the river.

- But that's dated 1990.

- It's her.

- Why don't you go upstairs with your parents, Zoe?

- [Terry] Zoe, its all clear.

- Okay.

- [Dawn] That's it love.

(joyful music)

- That's the woman Zoe said she saw in the river.

(crowd jeering)

- Mr. Slee, I'm sorry, could we have a word, please?

- Gentlemen.

- Mr. Slee, who is this?

- That's Mad Molly.

- Mad Molly who?

- Just Mad Molly.

Something of a character she was.

Lived in a shack in the woods.

I think I took that photograph at the harvest festival.

Haven't seen her for years.

- Why Mad Molly?

Was she ill?

- Well, she had bad days.

Sometimes she'd come in here babbling on

about evil spirits an all that.

- Was she a local, from around here?

- No one really knew.

There were some gipsies camped in the woods for a while.

People thought she might have got left behind

when they moved on.

- What happened to her?

- I've no idea.

- Are you sure?

- As you know Chief Inspector, over the years I've been

"away" from time to time.

- Oh Jonas, may I borrow this?

- Be my guest.

Get 'em in Rosie.

- [Customers] Come on, Rosie.

- What's that your reading?

- It's a biography of Sir Frances Galton.

- Oh.

The finger print man?

- Among other things.

He had some very dubious ideas about genetics.

He believed that 'imperfections'

could be bred out of a population.

Apart from you, his biggest fans

seem to have been the Nazis!

- Let's have a look.

Ta.

- Good night.

("Chopin's Étude")

- [Sir Michael] Listen to the balance

between the hands, the moltoph.

That's better.

- Do you remember anything else about the woman you saw?

- Well, I got a sense of her.

She was desperate but I think she was kind.

- Now Zoe, you say you've never been here before right?

Well, there's something I wanna show you.

Come on.

- Where are we going?

Ahhh.

(ominous music)

- I'm with you.

Stay calm.

- I want to go inside.

- Who lived here?

- The woman in the photograph.

And it looks as if she was very afraid of something.

(suspenseful music)

Ahhh.

- When you pull the string, she says, "Who's a good girl?"

- [Doll] Who's a good girl?

Who's a good girl?

Who's a good girl?

Who's a good girl?

Who's a good girl?

- Is there any possibility that she could have visited

that old house sometime before?

I mean did you ever come down here on a day trip perhaps?

- No, no.

The only time we've ever been here before

was when we brought Zoe down for an audition.

- She recognised that house, I know she did.

- As you have already witnessed,

Zoe does have a very vivid imagination.

- She does indeed.

- Look, you strike me as being very decent people.

Zoe's very lucky to have such loving parents,

but for some reason you are not telling me everything.

Why is that?

- We want to help you.

- Then help us persuade Zoe to come home.

- What is it that you fear so much?

- If we've done anything wrong then it is...

- Please Mr. Barnaby, don't push any further.

- It's with love in our hearts.

- I, look, I don't doubt that, Mr. Stock.

But I have a very strong feeling

that this is not going to end well.

- Very good, Zoe.

Let's leave it there for now.

I've never known anyone make so much progress.

Just leapt ahead.

I thought I'd reached the point

when life no longer held surprises.

But when I hear you play, I feel like a young man again.

- I'm glad.

- We're gonna work like demons.

By the time we've finished,

you'll be ready to take the world by storm!

(ominous music)

Go and rest now.

After lunch, we'll look at the "Prelude and Fugue".

(enchanting music)

- Zoe.

What's up?

You seem spooked?

- Oh, nothing.

I'm fine.

- Kiss me, please.

- I thought you were in love with Francesca?

- Francesca?

The dullest girl in England!

- Don't be so horrid.

- Meet me tonight, at the hide in the wood?

- I can't.

My Dad's got me under house arrest at the pub.

- Please?

- I might try and sneak out if I can.

- 10.

Francesca.

- You utter bastard.

(thudding footsteps)

- Ah, Orlando, have you seen Francesca?

- Yeah I, think she went upstairs.

She seemed a little upset.

- Whatever's the matter?

- He doesn't love me.

He used me.

- What did I tell you?

What, you don't seriously think

that he's interested in you, do you?

What, can't you see?

All he cares about is the prize.

- But I love him.

- There's no such thing as love!

We have come too far,

so you, stop your crying,

get down to the studio and you practise!

You leave Orlando Guest to me.

- [Police Officer] Causton CID.

- Oh.

- Never mind, thanks.

Sir, I've spoken to every hotel, B&B and hostel in the area.

No sign of him.

- Oh.

Already found out where Benedict Marsh is sleeping.

Found out this afternoon.

I should've told you sooner.

I'm sorry, Stephens.

- So where is he then?

- Benedict Marsh, he's sleeping rough.

In fact, I thank you Stephens.

You go home now and call it a day.

- Thank you, Sir.

- Not you, Jones.

You come with me.

- Penelope.

- Sir Michael.

(enticing music) (feet stomp)

(door clicks)

- I think I'll turn in.

- Ni-night, love.

- Be sure to lock the door, love.

- I will.

(suspenseful music)

- I know Orlando is extremely grateful

for all that you're doing for him.

- Well, he's a very talented young man.

And you're a very beautiful woman.

- Would you play for me?

(suspenseful music)

(Orlando hums)

(gentle music)

- No sign.

- Oh, Benedict don't run away!

Come back here.

Jones after him!

- Orlando, are you there?

Orlando?

(suspenseful music)

Orlando?

- I lost him, Sir.

- Jones, what do you make of this?

Heme something?

- Please don't do this, I'm getting scared.

(ominous music)

(creaking)

(spooky music)

(Zoe screams)

("Wagner's Liebestod")

(intoxicating music)

(intense music)

(feet trodding)

- Zoe?

(gasping) Zoe?

(ominous music)

Come on love, up you come.

Stephens, I need you here now.

Devington Manor.

- Emergency services.

Full monty.

Devington woods.

(car engine roars)

- Sir Michael?

(knocking)

- Oh, you poor thing. - No, I need somewhere

for her to lie down. - Let me help you.

On her own.

- Yes, but of course.

But what on earth happened--

- Just get her a hot cup of tea, please!

(car door bangs)

(footsteps thud)

(door bangs)

(Zoe sobs)

- You look after her, Stephens.

No one is to talk to her, all right?

No one.

- Zoe?

- Outside, please.

Come on.

- What's going on?

- Come on.

- Is Mrs. Guest in the house?

(dramatic music)

(knocking)

- Wait!

(door creaks)

Barnaby?

- Mrs. Guest, would you come with me, please.

- Whatever is the matter?

- I've got some very bad news.

It's Orlando.

- No!

No!

(sad music)

- Any sign of Benedict Marsh?

- We've combed the woods

and I've put out an all points call.

- Classic star shaped fracture to the skull.

Result of a massive blow with a blunt instrument.

- So was he dead before he was strung up?

- Probably not.

Looks like he died of suffocation.

But his neck isn't broken, so he certainly didn't jump.

- George.

While your there, tell me what this is.

What's that stuff do?

- Heme Arginate.

Yes, it's used in the treatment of a group of conditions

known as porphyria.

- Symptoms?

- It affects the autonomic nervous system,

could produce hallucinations, paranoia.

- [Sister Agnes] Pray we've made a mistake.

- No mistake.

It's her.

- We must phone the police.

- How can we?

No, no, we must speak to her parents, tell them the truth.

- Who is it?

- Wouldn't say.

- Hello?

- Mr. Stock.

This is Conor Gregory, rector of Saint Cecilia's.

We need to speak urgently.

It's about Zoe.

- What is it, love?

- What?

(creepy music)

- Meet me at St. Cecilia's shrine in half an hour.

(dramatic music)

- What?

- Oh God.

We've gotta go.

- Terry?

(feet stomping)

What is it Terry?

(ominous music)

Father Gregory?

Hello Father?

- Father Gregory?

(spooky music)

Father?

(body thuds)

- Oh my God!

(feet thudding)

(spooky music)

What do we do?

- Come on!

(feet thudding)

(doors creak)

(sombre music)

(police sirens wailing) - He was

the most decent man I've ever met.

- And he didn't tell you who he was meeting?

- No.

- Oh.

And you didn't see anyone entering or leaving the shrine?

- No.

- Sir.

(clicking)

Have a look at this.

What's a priest doing with the results of a DNA test?

- Oh.

He sent two samples and got a match.

Get hold of the lab.

Find out where the samples came from.

(banging)

- We need to speak to Zoe, in private.

- I'm afraid you can't.

- We're her parents, for God's sake!

- Mr. Stock?

(banging) (thudding)

- Zoe, love.

- We're going home, love.

- I can't.

Inspector Barnaby said--

- I don't care what Barnaby said.

Let's just get you in the car.

- But, what after all they've done for me here,

I can't just walk out.

- There's been another murder.

Father Gregory, he's dead.

- What?

What?

- Look, I don't know how to say this, Zoe, love

but the killing yeah, it's all about you!

- What do you mean?

- We'll tell you when we get home.

- No!

What are you saying to me?

You tell me now!

- Well, we...

- We're not your real...

We're not your biological parents, love.

We adopted you.

That's what all this is about.

- What?

This is a joke, right?

- Look, come with us and we'll tell you everything.

- No!

- Oh, for God's sake Zoe.

These people.

- What? - They don't have

your best interests at heart.

- What are you saying to me?

You're liars!

- No, no. - Zoe, please love!

- Oh, leave me alone.

- Zoe, love.

- Whoever you are, go!

Go on, go!

- I'm afraid you must leave, now!

- Thank you.

Father Gregory asked the lab to compare two DNA samples.

One from a strand of hair, the other--

- Saliva.

- How did you know that?

- Come on.

- We have to speak to the police.

- And admit that we adopted her illegally?

- What choice do we have?

- But we might lose her?

- Better we lose her than she ends up dead!

("C.P.E. Bach Solfegietto")

- But what her soul needs now is music.

- Yes, Sir.

- What happened to Francesca?

- She's gone home.

- Looks like I won the prize after all then, doesn't it?

- We've decided to abandon the prize.

I've spoken with Miriam and Constance.

There won't be another school.

- You can't stop teaching.

- I can't go on.

You'll be my last student.

(gentle music)

- Sister Agnes, what was a priest doing making DNA checks?

- I don't know.

- I saw you, Sister Agnes, take the one DNA sample

from the chalice when Zoe was receiving communion.

- The body of Christ - Amen.

- The blood of Christ - Amen.

- [Barnaby] Where did the second sample come from?

- Please!

Don't make me break my vows.

I just can't tell you.

- We've spoken to the lab.

We know they match.

Why?

Why did you do this?

What is so special about Zoe?

- When we spoke to Father Gregory

about the woman Zoe saw jump from the bridge,

he said there was a baby.

- Did he?

- And we didn't mention any baby.

No baby has been found.

So what baby was Father Gregory talking about?

- Please believe me. (phone rings)

Both Father Gregory and I acted

in the best interests of the child.

I can't tell you any more.

- What?

Sir!

(jaws of life grinding)

- [Firemen] On three, One, two, three, lift.

- [Jones] First Zoe, now her parents.

- [Barnaby] Accident?

Or induced?

- [Paramedic] Stay nice and still for me.

- No sign of skidding, Sir.

- We'll get forensics to look at the brakes.

No, no. Zoe.

Wait, wait.

- They're dead, aren't they?

- No, they're alive, and, and--

- Oh, I wanna see them.

- And the medics are doing their best work.

- If I hadn't rejected them.

- [Paramedic] Guys get a move on.

- What do you mean?

- [Paramedic] Got it?

- They said that they'd explain everything when we got home.

- Okay, listen to me.

Let's get them to hospital first of all.

And when they're comfortable, when they can talk,

we'll find out exactly what happened.

- Mum, Mum!

No, no, no, Zoe, they're in good hands.

Now look, there's nothing more for you to do here now.

Stephens take her back to the Manor.

- [Zoe] No!

- Gail will take you to the hospital soon

as they're conscious, soon as they can talk.

- Come on, you need to rest.

- You sure she's gonna be safe there?

- I'm pretty sure she wasn't the target at the abbey.

I don't think anyone's trying to kill Zoe.

Stephens can stand down.

(gentle music)

- My darling girl.

- Home at last.

- Sister Agnes, two people have died.

Another two are seriously injured in hospital.

Now, you must tell me the truth about that.

Molly was Zoe's real mother, wasn't she?

And Father Gregory recognised Zoe down by the riverside

because she is the spitting image of her mother.

And you did the DNA test to make sure.

But tell me, where did that second sample come from?

- This locket belonged to Molly.

She'd interwoven a strand of her own hair

with that of Zoe's.

Father Gregory kept it in his safe.

When the DNA test matched,

we knew that somehow Zoe had come back to Midsomer.

- Father Gregory had found the baby Zoe

down by the river bank what 18 years ago

after her mother had thrown herself into the water?

- Zoe's visions, they must've been triggered

when she returned to the river.

I think she sees things as though they're real.

- Why didn't Father Gregory

hand the child over to the police?

- I don't know!

He learned the full horror

of Molly's circumstances in the confessional.

He would never have violated its sanctity.

(phone rings)

- Oh, excuse me.

Barnaby?

Ah, George, just the man.

- Porphyria.

- Sir?

- The disease that gave rise to the vampire legend.

- Oh, the medicine bottle?

- I had a talk to Bullard again.

Apparently its hereditary.

Mad Molly certainly had it.

It causes stomach pains and allergies,

especially to alcohol.

- Zoe's allergic to alcohol.

- And Sir Michael suffers from stomach cramps.

(heart machine beeping)

Is he awake?

- He's in and out of consciousness.

("Schubert's Impromptu Opus")

(relaxing mellow music)

- I don't know why you bother with me.

Compared to you, I am ordinary.

- No.

You will be much greater than me.

Very soon the world will recognise your talent.

Zoe, I have a confession to make.

- What?

- And don't be shocked, but I've fallen in love with you.

There, I've said it.

Now don't be angry with me.

With your talent, it was inevitable.

And your beauty.

- No.

We have a connection.

I feel it too.

- Oh, you don't know how happy you've made me.

(Zoe sighs)

Will you bless me with a night together?

(gentle music)

(Terry groans)

- Barnaby.

- Mr. Stock.

- He's a monster.

- Sir Michael?

- You must stop him.

- How do you mean?

- Zoe.

She's not ours.

Not by birth.

- Yeah, I know that.

- Molly, she was her mother.

Sir Michael is her grand father.

- I thought as much.

- No.

You don't understand.

She's his daughter.

- Molly?

- No, Zoe.

- I'm sorry, daughter or grand daughter?

- Both.

(ominous music)

Stop him, Barnaby!

You must stop him!

- Come on.

(sirens wailing)

(dramatic music)

- We need back-up.

Devington Manor.

- Now phone Zoe.

(siren wails)

(ominous music)

(phone rings)

- Leave it.

- It might be the hospital.

- Leave it, Zoe.

- Hello?

- [Jones] Zoe, it's D.S. Jones.

Get out of the house.

We're on our way.

- Why?

What do you mean?

- Give it here.

Zoe, Sir Michael is your father.

- What?

- And your grandfather.

Get out of there!

- [Barnaby] Zoe!

Zoe, can you hear me?

Zoe?

- Let me go!

- Don't be silly, Zoe.

- Don't you see?

You'd be making history!

- Imagine the talent your baby will inherit!

- Let me go!

- [Miriam] Zoe.

- [Sir Michael] Stop her!

- [Miriam] Zoe, come back.

We're your real family.

(dramatic music)

(sirens wailing) (tyres squealing)

(Zoe gasping)

- [Sir Michael] Come back.

- [Miriam] We've given you everything,

you ungrateful little bitch!

(police cars skidding)

(uptempo dramatic music)

- Right, search inside.

Upstairs as well.

- [Police Officer] Upstairs.

- [Police Officer] You two search the back stairs.

- Sir. - Yeah?

- No sign of life.

- Where is she?

- The river?

The bridge?

The shack?

- River!

- [Police Officer] Go to the top floor!

- [Constance] Zoe, come back.

You've nothing to fear.

(Zoe panting)

(Zoe screams) - Hello, Zoe

- The police, I need to call the police.

- Whatever's the matter?

- Please help me!

They killed Orlando Guest and they killed the priest

and they tried to kill my parents.

They're absolutely demented.

- You're safe now.

Come on, I'll take ya.

- No, this is the way back to the Manor!

What are you doing?

- Don't you worry, my girl.

- Stop, please.

I said let go of me!

- Why Zoe, that's no way to talk to your brother, now is it?

(dramatic music)

(gasping)

(Zoe screams)

- [Zoe] Help me!

Help!

- [Slee] See, we're going home.

- (cries) No!

- [Slee] Come on!

- No!

Let me go!

- [Constance] There you are, Zoe.

- [Miriam] You ungrateful little horror.

- [Sir Michael] I'm very disappointed, Zoe.

- Stop there!

Stay exactly where you are.

- [Slee] Argh!

(loud thumping)

- Come on.

Get up.

On your feet.

- Mummy.

Mummy.

- [Miriam] The baby's ours.

- Run.

Mummy, run.

(thumping footsteps) (dramatic music)

(sirens wailing)

- Bring these three.

The two women will be charged with murder, caution them.

- Yes, Sir.

(sad music)

(baby babbling)

- Goodbye my love.

- Always remember that...

- Always remember that I love you.

- That I love you.

- Don't cry out now.

- You mustn't cry.

- Stay silent.

- Zoe? - Molly, where are you?

- Run, Mummy!

- [Miriam] There she is.

- [Constance] Molly!

- [Miriam] Where's the baby?

(splashing)

(choking) (gasping)

- Can you see her?

Where is she?

(dog sniffling)

(sad music)

- [Miriam] Zoe?

Baby Zoe?

- [Constance] Where are you?

- Zoe, it's all right,

It's all right.

It's over now.

(slow gentle music)

(police radio crackling)

Have you nothing at all to say, Sir Michael?

- Nothing that you'd understand.

- Oh please, Sir?

Try me.

I'm now very familiar with the works of Sir Francis Galton.

- People don't understand that the human race

is heading for a catastrophe.

If we lose the good genes, we're finished.

- Why don't you start with the incident at Saint Cecilia's?

It was me you were after, wasn't it, hey?

- We were anxious that you were

taking too much interest in Molly.

(heels stomping)

- Well done.

(suspenseful piano music)

(voice message beeping)

(tile crashes)

(intense piano note)

- And Orlando Guest was proving to be an impediment?

- He was a nice boy

(dramatic piano music)

He had the most dreadful left hand.

- [Constance] Orlando?

- Zoe!

Zo?

(ominous music)

Zoe?

(fist smashes)

(soft music)

- I did rather feel for his mother though.

She was very attractive.

- Must have been quite an effort, you know,

stringing him up under the hide?

- My son Jonas may not be very bright,

but he's as strong as an ox.

- Did the loss of Molly cause you suffering?

- Molly was born an idiot.

It was for the best that she drowned.

The loss of Zoe caused us enormous pain.

- And Father Gregory?

- Oh, we'd always suspected him.

I mean who's he to take our child away from us?

(sighs) The girls took such pleasure

in giving the Reverend Gregory what he deserved.

(intense music)

- And Zoe's adoptive parents?

- Those people.

We were hardly going to let them take Zoe back

to wherever it was they came from, were we?

(car engine roars)

It's a miracle they hadn't ruined her.

(Terry's foot stomping)

- Terry?

Terry, oh.

(car crashing)

Bloody Miriam.

Made a proper job of it,

we wouldn't be sitting here now, would we?

- So you are admitting to incitement to murder?

- The British people are degenerating

into a nation of half-wits.

Someone had to act.

(sombre music)

My child with Zoe would have been special.

I heard her playing on a radio programme

for talented young musicians.

That's how we discovered her, where she was.

As soon as she touched the keys,

I knew that she was a Fielding.

It's in the genes, you know?

(sad music)

- I'll get her a new stone.

(crowd murmurs) (soulful piano music)

("Chopin's Nocturne)

- Er, good evening, Sir.

- Evening.

- Have you booked?

- Barnaby is the name.

- [Waiter] I'll just check the book, Sir.

- That's really lovely.

Wonderful!

Do you know anything by Lionel Richie?

(Benedict chuckles)

- "Three Times a Lady"?

(mellow piano music)

- Fancy take-away?

(woman laughing)

(suspenseful music)