All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S16E03 - Wild Harvest

(upbeat music)

- Come on Ferdy!

Get a wriggle on!

Okay, that's three caprese
salads and one ginger scallops!

Amy, let me look at those!

- [Chef] Service!

- Table five says the lamb is underdone.

- Well tell them they're wrong.

- [Waiter] And that's for you madam.

Ah and also for you sir!

- Uh, Excuse me Sir!

Sir?

- [Ruth] Where is my ravioli?

- Three pressed duck and
pomegranate salads coming up!

- [Waitress] Check on, chef.

Check on, chef.

- Amy, your father is here.

Go and find out what he wants?

- Nope, too busy.

- Come on Ferdy!

Get a move on!

- Check on, chef.

- Okay, three classic
cocktails, one herb chicken

and a venison.

- [All] Yes chef!

- Good evening, Martin.

This is an unexpected pleasure.

I'm afraid this table is
reserved, but I'll get another one

set up for you right away.

- I thought I'd look in,
and see how you're doing.

Very nicely, it seems.

- Have you decided what you'd like to eat?

- I have a hankering for truffles.

- I'm afraid we don't
have truffles on the menu.

- Really?

I'm surprised, Olly here has
a nose for them, you know.

Well, if you've no truffles, I'll be off.

Don't really fancy anything else.

Oh, uh, this is for you.

- What is it?

- Business matter.

It'll come as a bit of
a shock, I'm afraid.

C'mon, Olly.

Come on.

Good boy.

Good boy, come.

(tense music)

(explosion)

(shouting)

(screaming)

(eerie music)

(theme music playing)

- Nick, leave those and
get up here, morels!

- Isn't that Martin Strickland's land?

- So?

Don't be such a wimp,
and come and help me!

- Darling.

- Mm?

- Could, you er, pass me that cushion?

- Mm!

- Thank you and the er, footstool?

- What happened to "I'm not ill"?

- Uh, so you were listening.

- Fair enough, I will try to stop fussing.

Hey boy, do you like your new bowl?

Apparently not.

- He hardly ate anything
yesterday, either.

(doorbell buzzing)

- Maybe he's ordered a takeaway.

- There's a body in the woods
over at Midsomer Wyvern, sir.

Hello, Sykesy, how you doing boy?

- Hello, Charlie, how
is your lovely landlady?

- Already at the crime scene.

You're up bright and early.

I thought you were on maternity leave?

- My first day today.

And I've got loads--

- You're meant to be taking it easy!

- Yes, darling, of course.

- Keep an eye on her, Sykes.

And eat your breakfast!

He's off his food.

- See you!

(Sykes whimpering)

- Local farmer by the
name of Martin Strickland.

A woman who lives nearby found
the body tied to the tree

and called it in at six twenty-three a.m.

At seven oh-five there was
another call, anonymous,

from a phone box in Causton.

The victim's wallet and mobile
were still in his pockets.

I'll check his calls once
the phone's been processed.

- Footprints, two different
sets, look quite fresh.

See they make casts.

Initial thoughts, Kate?

- He died some time between
midnight and two a.m.

No sign of head injury.

I won't be able to say whether
he's been shot until I get

him back on the slab.

But most of his chest
and stomach are gone.

Not to get too technical
about it, I'd say he's been

eaten by something.

- Before or after death?

- Before, unfortunately.

- Maybe a big cat?

There are meant to be dozens roaming wild

all over the place.

Pumas, mostly.

- Does your Book of Urban Myths
also say that pumas are good

at tying knots?

This is murder.

- Sir!

- Come on guys, half
an hour until service!

Okay, where's my crayfish?

- Five minutes, chef.

- Ferdy, how long for that lettuce?

- Well, you said, be thorough.

- Nick, it's split.

- No, it's not.

- Start again.

- Shall I do the rillettes, Chef?

Since Nick's going to be behind.

- Yes thank you, Amy.

- Morning all, it's your
friendly local butcher,

with all the choicest
cuts and juiciest gossip!

- Stephanie, let's see what you've got.

Are you sure this beef's
been hung for long enough?

- I strung it up myself,
twenty eight days ago.

- It's not the Belted Galloway
I asked for though, is it?

- Boss said to tell you he won't
be able to get his hands on

any of that until next
week, at the earliest.

- Well if I find out the
Riverside Inn's got Galloway

on the menu before that,
there'll be trouble.

- Ruth, you know we wouldn't
do that to our best customer.

Sign here, please.

- Ferdy!

- Ta.

- Get this meat in the chiller.

- Did she believe you about the beef?

- Yeah, but I can't keep
this up much longer, Johnny.

- Last time, I promise.

And thanks, Stephanie.

You're a star.

(car horn beeping)

- Over there, I think.

(eerie music)

- Yes?

- Lizzy Thornfield?

- Yes?

- May we come in?

What were you doing out
in the woods so early

this morning, Ms. Thornfield?

- [Lizzy] Collecting firewood.

- Before anyone was around to stop you?

You recognised Martin
Strickland straight away.

How well did you know him?

- [Lizzy] Better than I wanted to.

- [Barnaby] You disliked him, why?

- Arrogant landowners aren't my type.

- Did you hear anything unusual
in the woods last night?

- There were some
gunshots, around midnight.

I assumed it was poachers.

Wild Oats and Ginseng.

Very good for your libido.

- Do you want me to come with
you to see Mrs. Strickland?

- No, you stay here until
Forensics are ready to release

the victim's phone.

- I guess it only takes one
of us to break bad news.

- Look what's just arrived!

Wild Harvest, uh?

"This year's must-have book from one

"of Britain's most exciting chefs.

"Destined to become an instant classic".

- Let me take a look.

(scoffs), I'm still not
sure about the cover.

- It's fabulous, hello, best-seller list!

- It looks amazing.

- Cool!

- I'm sure the author will be
happy to sign them for you.

- Yeah, well later.

Come on now everyone, back to work!

Come on there's service in
ten minutes, tout suite.

Come on kids, come on!

- [Camilla] An animal attack?

That doesn't make sense.

- We're still trying to
establish exactly what happened,

but I'm afraid there's not much doubt

that your husband was murdered.

Do you have any idea what
he might have been doing out

in the woods so late at night?

- I would say, taking Olly for a walk,

but he brought him back about ten?

- [Barnaby] And then went out again?

Didn't that strike you as odd?

- Not particularly.

We have problems with poachers.

And it's only a couple of nights since

the truffles were stolen.

- Truffles?

- About ten thousand
pounds worth Martin said.

All dug up overnight.

- Did he report it?

- I assume so.

- And this morning, weren't
you alarmed when you realised

your husband hadn't come home?

- I didn't realise.

Although come to think of it
Olly was whining to go out.

Martin very often slept in the spare room.

We keep very different
hours, and he snores.

Used to snore.

- Had Mr. Strickland fallen
out with anyone lately?

- Probably, he usually had.

There was something going
on with the restaurant

people I believe.

- Which restaurant would that be?

- Wyvern House, used to be the
family home once upon a time,

we still own the freehold.

- What was the dispute about?

- I really don't know.

- Do you have any
children, Mrs. Strickland?

- No.

Uh, Martin does have a daughter
from his first marriage.

She works at Wyvern House, as it happens.

I suppose I really ought
to call the poor girl.

- Well done, everybody.

Really well done.

- Nick, the scallops for
table two were cooked

for fifteen seconds too long.

Amy, you mangled a perfectly
good partridge breast,

and your creme anglaise was runny.

- But generally, excellent work!

(phone ringing)

- Sorry.

Camilla, what do you want?

What?

- And let me know when you've
traced the number, thanks.

- What's up Charlie boy?

- Martin Strickland's
last phone call was to

an Agricultural Supplies company.

- So?

He's a farmer.

- The call was placed at 11:13 at night.

- What do you farm here?

- Beef cattle mostly.

And Martin run some commercial
shoots up in the woods.

Pheasant, deer, wild
boar, that kind of thing.

- Camilla, do you know where Martin is?

I've not seen him all morning.

- Martin's dead, Jamie.

- My God, that's terrible!

- Sorry sir, you are?

- Jamie Weston.

- Jamie worked for Martin.

Well, for me now, I suppose.

(phone ringing)

- Excuse me, Nelson?

- Sir, Strickland's phone
lists his last call as

an Agricultural Supplies Company.

But it turns out the
number actually belongs

to an Angela Linklater,
landlady of the village pub.

- Make mine a half

- [Nelson] Sir!

- Angela Linklater?

- That's me.

Oh!

Come to do a spot check on my
pumps and barrels, have you?

- Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby, Causton CID.

This is DS Nelson.

Could you tell me the
nature of the phone call you

received from Martin Strickland,

just after 11 o'clock last night?

- Why do you want to know?

- Because Mr. Strickland
was found murdered

early this morning.

- Oh, God, no.

- The phone call?

- Um, he just rang to say good night.

Sorry.

- I take it your relationship
with Mr. Strickland

was a, a close one?

- Nothing serious, but
we'd been seeing each other

for a while.

- Your number was stored in his phone

as "Agricultural Suppliers."

Was that to keep it hidden from his wife?

- Shall we?

I didn't know he'd done
that, but I suppose so, yes.

- When did you last see him?

- Um, he came in for a drink,
last night around nine.

He wanted to spend the
night but I was shattered,

so I said no.

- How often did he stay at yours?

- A couple of times a week.

- So surely Mrs. Strickland
must have suspected something?

- Of course she did.

She came in here a couple of
months ago, and told me to stay

away from her husband, or
she'd be back with a shotgun.

- What did you say?

- I told her she needed to
talk to her husband before

she started shooting people.

- And do you know if she did?

Talk to her husband, that is?

- I doubt it.

The last thing Camilla
wanted was a divorce.

I mean where would she keep her horse?

Sorry.

- Do you mind telling us
your movements last night,

after Mr. Strickland left?

- Um, I was in the bar until
11, um, then clearing up.

Martin called I suppose
hoping I'd changed my mind

and then I went to bed.

- You live on the premises?

- [Barnaby] Alone?

- With my son.

- Was he at home last night?

- Ferdy works at his
father's place, Wyvern House.

He doesn't usually get
back 'til gone midnight.

- Wyvern House is Ruth
Cameron's restaurant isn't it?

- She's married to Johnny, my ex.

Don't worry, it's all very civilised.

(gentle music)

- Are we safe now, do you think?

- Unless Martin shared
his plan with his wife.

But dreadful thing to happen, of course.

- Though it couldn't have
happened to a nastier man.

- No.

- Johnny?

If you know something
you're not telling me.

- You'd better look at this.

- He died of multiple
penetrating injuries,

but no sign of gunshot or knife wounds.

The torso's a mess, bite
marks and saliva everywhere.

- Nasty.

- He'd ingested a hefty dose of Valerian,

as well as a fair bit of alcohol.

- Valerian?

- A natural sleeping remedy.

But here's the really strange part.

The torso was smeared
with a viscous substance

before the attack.

I've sent samples off for
testing, but I am pretty sure

it's truffle oil.

- That's crazy.

- They use pigs to hunt for
truffles on the Continent,

don't they?

- Yes, they do.

- You think Martin Strickland
was eaten by a pig?

- Not a pig.

An ancient relative: a wild boar.

Camilla Strickland said
there are some in the woods.

- So, Martin Strickland is
drugged and tied to a tree,

possibly at gunpoint.

Then daubed with an oil
the killer knows will prove

irresistible to a large,
omnivorous wild animal,

and abandoned to his fate.

- Hard to think of a
more horrible way to die.

- Come in, tea?

- No thanks.

When did it happen?

- Early hours of this
morning the police think.

I called you as soon as I knew.

I'm very sorry, Amy.

He was very fond of you, you know,

in spite of everything.

- Yes.

- And of course, you'll
always be welcome here.

- Oh dear, you don't know, do you?

- Know what?

- Dad left everything to me.

- Anything on this
morning's anonymous call?

- Uh, an adult male.

Probably holding his nose.

But I could have told
you that, what's next?

- A visit to the farm.

The cartridges we found in the wood.

What's the betting they
match one of their shotguns?

Head over and start the search
at Jamie Weston's cottage.

Take Phillips with you.

I'll go and see--

(shouting)

- You two!

(shouting)

- I'm sorry, Camilla, but you're
not going to find anything.

(groaning)

- Are you Amy Strickland?

- Yes, are you the police?

- Why don't you go and have a chat

with Detective Sergeant Nelson?

Now Mrs. Strickland, why don't
you tell what's going on?

- Why didn't you go and speak
to your father when he came

into the restaurant last night?

- I wish I had now, of
course but I was busy.

- Were you and he close?

- Very, when I was a little girl,

and again when my mother died.

Then he married Camilla.

- And that put a strain
on your relationship?

- Yes.

But I think he was starting
to realise that she was only

interested in his money.

Sorry, I probably
shouldn't have said that.

- Did you and Mr. Strickland
never discuss his will?

- No, I trusted him to do the right thing.

Big mistake.

He always doted on that
girl, despite the way

she treated us both.

They barely spoke for
years, except when Amy

wanted some money.

- But they'd been getting
on better, lately?

And your relationship with your husband?

Any recent disagreements?

- No, or at least no more than usual.

- But you knew about his
affair with Angela Linklater,

didn't you?

You should have told me
about that, you know.

- I was trying to
preserve a little dignity.

- James Weston, we have a
warrant to search these premises.

- Standard 12 bore.

Many people round here got 'em.

- When were they last fired?

- Um, I went out Sunday, after rabbits.

- Nothing seems to be missing.

- If you say so.

I thought you said he was eaten, not shot.

- Several shotgun cartridges
were found near the body.

Is there another key to this
cupboard, besides the one

we found on your husband's key-ring?

- I really have no idea.

- Good book?

You don't catch me reading
books about meat in my

free time, do you?

You know, I swear you dream about food.

What's wrong?

- This.

She's stolen all my recipes, Steph.

- Amy, we didn't expect you back today.

- I didn't want to leave you in the lurch.

- You're mad, I'd have taken the week off.

- I'm sure.

- Ferdy!

- You sure you don't want one, mate?

- Sure, thanks.

- Rough day.

- I need to get back.

- After what she's done to you?

If you won't quit, at
least take the night off!

- I can't, especially not with Amy gone.

- Are you going to be Ruth
Cameron's lapdog all your life?

- Let the man make his
own decisions, Steph.

- Not until I can trust
him to make the right ones.

- She's always been like this.

Another kid was nasty
to me in the playground,

my little sister would beat 'em up.

- He won't say anything to
her about it, I know he won't.

- Hey um, the police came.

They took the shotguns.

- Where the hell have you been?

- I didn't think you'd notice
whether I was here or not.

Since according to this I don't exist.

- What's wrong?

- Oh, nothing important.

Just the fact that most
of the recipes in here

are actually mine.

Terrine of three wild
roots with juniper berries.

I made that first.

- The juniper berries were my idea.

- Blackberry dumplings with
lavender and rosewater ice.

"My beloved granny's recipe."

I am not your granny!

- You can't talk to Ruth like that!

- Stay out of this, Amy.

Game pie with whisky jelly.

"I often make this at home,

"for a relaxed lunch with friends."

You don't have any friends!

- You have an inflated idea
of your own importance, Nick.

- These are my recipes, Ruth.

Dishes I devised, worked on and perfected,

and you've stolen them from me!

- I taught you everything you
know and don't you forget it.

I have acknowledged your contribution.

- "Grateful thanks to my
husband Johnny, and my wonderful

"team at Wyvern House."

I'm overwhelmed.

- How many books do you
think your name would sell?

How many people would come to Wyvern House

to eat Nick Iver's food?

There is only one star in this kitchen,

and it is me, not you!

And if you don't like it, you can get out!

And don't come back, traitor!

Ferdy, get me a broom!

- No, no, no, no, no, don't touch it.

- Ah, ah, ah, oh!

- Let me see that.

- Get off me, ah!

- You can't let Nick get away with this.

I know you two go back a
long way, but he's dangerous.

- That looks nasty.

- Occupational hazard, what do you want?

- This is DCI Barnaby from
Causton CID, I'm DS Nelson.

We need to have a word.

- Is your husband about Ms. Cameron?

- I understand Mr. Strickland
owned Wvyern House,

and you leased the building from him?

- That's right.

- And you've been here now?

- Just over two years.

- How was your relationship
with Mr. Strickland?

- The usual wrangles between
landlord and tenant about who

was responsible for what.

But uh, no major problems.

- Uh, do you really need me?

Only we're short-staffed in the kitchen.

- If you wouldn't mind
staying for a few minutes

Ms. Cameron, I'm curious
about the truffles

that were stolen from
Martin Strickland's land.

- What about them?

- A gourmet restaurant, that prides itself

on using local produce.

Did you consider buying them?

- Martin did approach me, but
his prices were far too high.

- Why did Mr. Strickland
come here last night,

then leave without eating?

- Uh, he hadn't booked, and we were full.

He had a drink, we exchanged
pleasantries, and he left.

- Did you speak to him, Ms. Cameron?

- No, I'm not the kind of chef
who spends half their night

in the dining-room glad-handing guests.

- What time did you finish work yesterday?

- About half twelve.

- Were you the last person to leave?

- Apart from Ruth and my dad.

I had to do all the clearing up.

- What did you do then?

- I went home.

Played Zombie Cannibal for
a bit, and went to bed.

- I haven't tried Zombie Cannibal yet.

Is it any good?

Did you know about your
mother's relationship

with Martin Strickland, Ferdy?

- Everybody knew.

- How did you feel about it?

- I thought it was pathetic.

- Why's that, then?

- They're both old.

- You'll be their age one day mate.

- If I am, I won't carry on like that.

- Like what?

- Stopping other people from
sleeping, just to prove they

can still get it on.

- Did you feel that Martin was
trying to replace your Dad?

- He would never replace my Dad.

I hated Martin!

- Well he might have a cooshy
number working for his Dad,

but Ferdy Linklater's got a fiery temper.

- Have you let a suspect
get under your skin?

- You think he's a suspect?

- Everyone's a suspect at this stage.

None of the women in Martin
Strickland's life seem to care

very much that he's dead.

Check them all out.

And see what you can find
in Strickland's paperwork

that relates to Wyvern House.

There's something Johnny
Linklater isn't telling us.

- He's been sinking Gin and Tonic's

like there's no tomorrow!

Yeah, I know, Stephanie, but
somebody's got to get him home.

Okay, but I want him out
within the next half an hour.

- Does the name Lizzy,
or Elizabeth Thornfield

ring any bells?

The sort of person who might
have been on a magazine cover

a long time ago?

- Um, there was a Beth
Thornfield who was a model.

In the late sixties, maybe?

- I'm impressed you remember.

- I don't remember.

I taught a module on British
popular culture in the 1960s

to the A Level history group last year.

- So my childhood is history now?

How interesting.

I'll take you for a walk later.

- He's been for three already today.

He's still not eaten anything,
though, even though I gave

him his favourite.

- Maybe we should take him to the vet?

(eerie music)

- Here, take this, wild celery.

- Do you really do this every day?

- Always and you'll have to
get used to it now there's no

Nick to come with me.

- But this time in the morning?

- Ah sir, I've been going through
Martin Strickland's stuff.

Two days before he died, he had a meeting

in Causton with "NI".

- Any idea who "NI" is?

- My money's on the sous-chef
at Wyvern House, Nick Iver.

And another thing.

A mocked-up press release
for "New Wyvern House."

Proprietor, Martin Strickland.

Back to the restaurant?

- Not yet, first, we're
going on a truffle hunt.

- Do you have a moment?

- Of course.

How are you feeling, Amy?

Do you need some time off after all?

- No.

The thing is, my father
left everything to me.

- Really?

Well, congratulations, if
that doesn't seem too crass.

- So I suppose that
makes me your landlady.

But that's not what I
wanted to talk about.

I'm going to have money
soon, quite a lot of it

and I want to invest in Wyvern House.

- I see.

- I was thinking, we could,
er, expand the business.

Run courses, develop a
merchandising arm, maybe?

The restaurant's wonderful, of course,

but it could be so much more!

- It's a generous offer, certainly.

What would you want in return?

- A partnership, business, and creative.

- The kitchen is Ruth's domain.

- I know I have a lot to
learn, but I have ideas too,

and I think together.

- I'll talk to Ruth.

But we mustn't rush into
any important decisions.

- I hope you both give
this some serious thought.

- That there is where the
truffles were growing.

- Ten thousand pounds'
worth, Mrs. Strickland said?

- So Martin claimed, which
is madness, if you ask me.

I mean they're just mushrooms
basically, aren't they?

- What's that doing there?

- Looks like a bat-box.

But that's funny, I never
noticed that before.

- Nelson.

How long have you worked
on the farm, Mr. Weston?

- Uh, just over four years.

- And how did you get on
with Martin Strickland?

- Bit of a control freak, but
he was okay, as long as you

didn't let him get to you.

- Lizzy Thornfield didn't
like him much, did she?

- No, well, uh, the pair of
them they uh, they had history.

- What happened?

- Her dog got caught in a trap
Martin had set for the foxes.

Poor thing had to be put down.

'Course Lizzy came round to
the farm, called Martin every

name under the sun.

Said...

- Said what?

- Nothing important.

- She threatened revenge?

- It were just talk.

- It's a security camera.

- Neat piles Ferdy.

So that the cover shows well.

Not like that!

- Do I have to do this?

- Yes.

- How many books do you think you can sell

at an event like this; 10, 15?

- Every little helps.

- Can I go now?

- Yes and start prepping
the vegetables for service.

Amy will tell you what to do.

- How's Amy coping with her promotion?

- Temporary promotion.

We'll see, she's got to do
everything on her own today.

- She er, she came to see me earlier.

She wants to invest in the restaurant.

In return for a partnership;
business, and creative.

- Who does she think she is?

That jumped up little madam.

- I thought that would be your reaction.

- Do ex-wives get a discount?

- Angela, I'm so sorry about Martin.

- Yes, indeed.

Oh, hello, erm.

- Would you mind signing
this for me please?

For my daughter, Rachel.

She loved your book!
- How are you bearing up?

If there's anything I can do.

- Oh stop oozing sympathy, Johnny.

I liked Martin and it
was a terrible shock,

but it's not going to break my heart.

- Right, that's the spirit.

- Lovely, thank you!

- Martin had a security
camera hidden in a tree.

- You idiot!

How did you not know?

- Okay, there we go.

- Thank you.

- Anything special you'd
like me to write inside?

- "In loving memory of Max Thornfield."

- Lizzy!

- Quite the celebrity these
days, aren't you, Ruth?

What would all your admirers
think if they knew the truth?

- There is nothing to know.

- You killed my son.

I call that something.

- Could I have a copy
for my Dennis please?

- Dennis?

- Yes please!

- [Barnaby] Hi, everything okay?

- Hello darling.

Yes, taking it nice and easy.

You really don't need to ring
me quite so often, I'm fine.

- Actually, I was calling
to check on Sykes.

Is he eating anything yet?

- Oh, no I'm afraid not.

I took him to the vet.

There's nothing physically wrong with him.

The vet seems to think
he might be depressed!

- Depressed!

- I know, I'm really worried about him.

- Try not to worry, we'll work it out.

- Oh, by the way, you got me
thinking about Beth Thornfield,

so I looked her up.

She was a real glamour
girl, mixed with pop stars,

lived the high life.

And then she er, gave it
all up in her twenties,

when she had a child.

- Er, thank you for that.

Now stop whatever it
is you're really doing,

and put your feet up.

- How did the book signing go?

- It's done, thank goodness.

I never knew there were so many villagers.

- Sold forty two copies.

I told you it would be worth it.

- So Amy, are we on schedule?

- Yeah, cold starters
and puddings are done,

salads and dressings are
prepped, and the sauces

are ready to go.

- Okay, how long for the soup?

- Five minutes.

- Have you tasted it?

Did you follow the recipe exactly?

- Yes!

- Well, then there shouldn't be a problem.

Amy?

Amy?

Johnny!

- [Johnny] Somebody, do something!

- Uh, I'm sorry that you've
been er, kept waiting, everyone.

There's been an incident in
the kitchen, and um, I'm afraid

you won't be getting any lunch today.

- Kitchens are really hazardous places.

One bite of a Death
Cap, and you're a goner.

Rhubarb leaves will kill you too,

even faster than foxgloves.

- Is there any evidence that
Amy Strickland had eaten

rhubarb leaves, or foxgloves?

- No, but er, she tasted this
soup just before she died.

Wild celery and mushroom.

- Was it poison, Kate?

- Obviously I can't say for
sure, yet, but I think so.

That rictus grin, I've
read about it before.

It's symptomatic of poisoning.

(phone ringing)

- Oh, can't you answer
that, for God's sake?

- It'll just be another bloody journalist.

- Oi, what are you doing?

- Ms. Cameron, please?

(phone ringing)

- Field mushrooms, Agaricus Campestris.

They're quite similar to Amanita Virosa,

the Destroying Angel, but
looking at these there doesn't

seem to be anything wrong with them.

- Of course there isn't.

I picked them myself yesterday.

- Are you assuming it was one of us?

- Not necessarily.

I understand the er, suppliers'
entrance is left unlocked

during the day.

- And the kitchen is always
deserted around 11:15

for staff lunch.

- Did Amy prepare all the
ingredients for the soup herself?

- Uh, no, Ferdy prepped for her.

At least, I told him to.

- I just took the stuff
from the chiller room

where you said it would be!

- Did the mushrooms all
look the same to you?

Some of them weren't darker than others

for instance or bigger?

- No, they all looked the same.

- And the other ingredients?

- I chopped some stalks.

- Wild celery, I picked
it myself this morning

from the riverbank.

Otherwise, onion and sweet
potato, from the store,

and chicken stock.

- Would Amy have left the
pot unattended at any stage?

- Probably.

It doesn't need constant watching

and we're so short-staffed.

I fired my sous-chef yesterday.

- Nick Iver, why did you do that?

- Professional differences.

- Is this the wild celery
that was left over?

- Yeah.

- Let me take a look at that.

That's not the plant
I picked this morning.

As I thought, oenanthe crocata.

Hemlock water dropwort.

- "Perhaps the most poisonous plant native

"to Great Britain.

"The leaves smell characteristically
of celery or parsley.

"The roots are the most
toxic part of the plant.

"The roots are pale yellow and composed

"of five or more fleshy tubers.

"They are also known by the
name 'Dead Man's Fingers'"

- Ferdy.

Do you wanna tell me what these are?

- They're not mine.

- Oh, okay, so when we test the bag

we won't find your fingerprints?

- Uh, there's a website, with pictures.

They tell you which ones are poisonous

and which ones get you high.

I haven't hurt anyone.

- Mrs. Strickland.

- I'm sorry, I'm just,
why is someone targeting

us like this?

- That's what we're trying to find out.

Can you tell me where you
were this morning, please?

- Out riding.

- Did you meet anyone?

- Jamie saw me leave and
I met one or two people.

But no-one I knew.

- Yesterday, when you
found out about the will,

you were clearly very angry.

Now that Amy's dead, the
entire estate comes to you.

Did you know that?

- Yes.

And what of it?

I haven't been to Wyvern House
since my wedding anniversary

over a year ago.

I disliked my stepdaughter
and you're right,

I was absolutely furious about the will.

But that doesn't mean I killed Amy.

- Thanks love.
- Cheers!

- Uh, what are you doing home so early?

Have you been sacked?

- No, Amy's dead, so they
closed the restaurant.

- What do you mean, Amy's dead?

- As in not alive any more.

- Ferdy!

- Poisoned soup, I was there.

It was pretty horrible, actually.

- Hi, I'm looking for Stephanie Weston.

- She's in the back.

- Can I go through?

Got any nice marrow bones?

Only I know a dog who'd
really appreciate one.

I'm DS Nelson.

I was looking for Nick Iver.

- Maybe he's still in the flat?

I haven't seen him since this morning.

- What time was that?

- Just after eight.

He was still asleep.

He had quite a lot to drink last night.

My brother and I had to
fetch him home from the pub.

- Upset at being fired, was he?

- He's worked for Ruth
since he was a teenager.

- What time did he get
home the night before last,

do you remember?

- About eleven, as usual.

Maybe a bit earlier.

- And where is your flat?

- I'll show you.

- I can't believe Amy's dead.

I mean was it something
to do with her dad?

- We don't know yet.

The night Martin Strickland
died, Stephanie thinks you got

home from the restaurant about eleven.

Is that right?

Nick?

- Yeah, that's right.

- And you say you haven't
been out at all today?

- No.

- Were you and Amy friends?

- Not really.

Amy didn't like taking orders
from Ruth, let alone me.

But when you work in a
kitchen with somebody

you have to get along.

- Amy would have been looking
to move up into your job then?

- I'm sure she was, but
she'd have been disappointed.

She wasn't ready to be a sous-chef.

Ruth knew that.

Is Ruth okay?

- You're concerned about her feelings,

even though she just sacked you?

- Me and Ruth go back a long way.

She didn't just give me a
job, she took me in when I was

having a really bad time and
whatever she's done since,

I owe her.

- Midsomer Wyvern must feel
like the back of beyond.

- It's a long way from Hackney.

- Two days before he died,
Martin Strickland was due to meet

someone with the initials
"NI" at a cafe in Causton.

Would that have been you?

- Hello.

- I had to get out for a bit.

You don't mind, do you?

- Of course not.

Can I get you anything?

A pint of whisky?

- With an orange juice on the side.

It's awful, Angie.

I saw that poor girl die.

- I'm sorry.

The police can't think you
had anything to do with it?

- Who knows what they think?

And there's other stuff going on.

- What d'you mean?

- I shouldn't come moaning to you.

- I don't mind.

- Turns out running a restaurant
is harder than I thought

and a lot more expensive.

And now this.

- You don't seriously
think you'll have to close?

- It's possible and if
that happens I think Ruth

will leave me.

Still, got to keep soldiering on.

Detective Sergeant Nelson called earlier.

Has Ferdy told you about
the magic mushrooms?

- I thought hemlock acted slowly.

Didn't Socrates converse with
his executioners as the poison

paralysed his body from the feet up?

- That was poison
hemlock, different family.

Hemlock water dropwort is an umbellifer.

It contains high levels of
oenanthotoxin, which acts on the

central nervous system, causing seizures

and respiratory failure.

- Easy to find in the wild?

- It likes damp environments,
meadows, riverbanks.

I've asked for an environmental
report, but I'd be surprised

if none were found growing
within a five mile radius

of Midsomer Wyvern.

- Nick Iver would have had
plenty of time to nip into

the larder while everyone was at lunch.

But his girlfriend has given
him an alibi for the night

of Martin's murder.

- Who's the girlfriend?

- A butcher called Stephanie
Weston, Jamie Weston's sister.

- I hope you got something
nice for supper after you

finished interviewing her.

- Lamb cutlets, I thought
we could do it with some--

- Fascinating though your
domestic arrangements are

what did you find out
about Nick Iver's meeting

with Martin Strickland?

- Nick says Martin offered him
the top spot at Wyvern House

but he said no.

- Which we can't prove or disprove

now that Strickland's dead.

- It would be unusual,
though, wouldn't it?

To murder someone because
they offered you a job?

(sombre music)

- What are you doing, love?

- Nothing.

When are we gonna re-open, Johnny?

If I can't cook, I am gonna go mad.

- Where did you get that?

A dinosaur pit?

- It's a gift from Nelson.

- Uh, well that was kind of him.

I've been doing some research and I think

that Sykes is exhibiting
classic signs of anxiety in the

face of family change.

- Well we can't exactly
turn back now can we?

We'll just have to show him
that he's still a valued member

of this family.

- Ooh, is that the new one?

- Mm.

- Any good?

- Excellent, as long as
you've got five hours a day

to devote to cooking your dinner.

- Oh god, is this the fatal recipe?

- Mm.

- "Wild celery and mushroom soup is one

"of my signature dishes.

"Even when the kitchen is
busy and I have a hundred

"and one other things to
do, I always try to make

"this one myself."

Well lucky for her that
she didn't make it today.

- Oh I think you're right.

The poison wasn't meant for Amy.

It was Ruth Cameron that
was supposed to die!

- If you're right about Ruth
being the intended victim

the killer's going to try again.

- That's what I'm afraid of.

We should start by finding
out what the connection is

between Ruth and Martin Strickland.

The obvious one is the restaurant
but there might be others.

Also we need to know whether Wyvern House

is in financial trouble, check everything.

- I'll get on it.

- Is this still Strickland's
laptop you're trying

to get into?

- The CCTV footage must be in here.

- You don't think it's time
to hand over to the tech guys?

- They'll take forever.

I'll get there.

I'm in!

The truffles were stolen on the night

of the 10th, weren't they?

- That's right.

- Uh-huh, Strickland's been here before.

And our thief is...

- Phillips you come with us,
the rest of you stay here yeah?

- And a hidden camera in the woods.

- We've been having cashflow
problems, suppliers were

pressing for payment.

When I found out about the
truffles, well, it seemed too

good an opportunity to pass up.

It was sheer stupidity, I see that now.

- It was theft, Mr Linklater.

- Yes.

- It's always struck me as
odd that Mr Strickland didn't

report the crime.

Was that out of the goodness
of his heart, do you think.

- He was blackmailing me.

Threatening to expose me, unless
I agreed to break the lease

and let him take over the restaurant.

- With Nick Iver in charge in the kitchen?

How much does Ms. Cameron
know about all this?

- She knows there's a
problem, about the lease,

but she doesn't know about the truffles.

- You and Ms. Cameron married,
what, three years ago?

How long had you known each other then?

- Eighteen months or so.

- And when did your
first marriage break up?

- Long before, eight years?

My fault.

When I left the army, I
started drinking too much.

- And now?

- I haven't touched a drop
in more than four years.

- Is this a second marriage
for Ms. Cameron, too?

- No, married to the
job, until she met me.

- The scarring on your wife's um left arm.

How did she get that?

- Car-crash, twenty years ago.

Drunken boyfriend at the wheel.

He died.

Ruth was lucky to get out alive.

- Ms. Cameron is vital to the success

of Wyvern House, isn't she?

- Without her, there'd be no restaurant.

It's as simple as that.

- There's a large insurance
policy on her life, presumably?

Sergeant Nelson, I'd like
you to arrest Mr Linklater

and take him down to the station.

Charge him with theft and
get a statement from him.

- I am calling a lawyer.

Who told you that Johnny
took the truffles?

It's rubbish.

Someone is out to hurt the restaurant.

Hurt me!

- No-one told us your husband
took the truffles Ms. Cameron;

we have hard evidence.

But I'm afraid you're right.

Someone is trying to hurt you.

- Fatal car crash.

About 1992.

Teenage driver.

Thanks.

Oh it's all right, I'm on hold.

National Archives.

Has Johnny been processed?

- And sent home, tail between his legs.

- I want you to look into
his army career and find out

everything you can about Nick Iver.

- He's from Hackney.

I've got a mate stationed there.

- If Nick is as fond of Ruth
as he claims why was he even

talking to Strickland?

Oh, hello.

Yes, thank you.

That's very helpful.

Could you give me the exact
date and place of death, please?

- I had an idea, a new variation
of watercress mousseline.

I can't quite get the consistency right.

I think I have to reduce the--

- Ruth, stop it!

- Stop what?

- Jabbering on about
watercress mousse when--

- Mousseline, not mousse.

- For God's sake!

We might be about to lose everything.

- And whose fault is that?

- Mine, I know.

And I can't tell you how sorry I am.

But you're not helping.

- You're a thief.

- I'm not a thief.

I stole Strickland's bloody
truffle because I was desperate.

The Laithams' bill was overdue,
and I did a deal with them.

You run your side of things
so brilliantly, never falter,

never ask for help.

I didn't want to admit
what a fool I'd been.

- So you're a coward too.

If we lose Wyvern House
because of you, Johnny.

- Good morning, Ms. Thornfield.

I'd like to talk to you about Valerian.

- Oh, having trouble sleeping, Inspector?

- If I were, could you sell me some?

- Valerian tea, yes.

- Have you sold any recently?

- Not for some weeks, and I'd
remember, because I have to

tell people not to prepare
it with boiling water.

- Are there any other
local sources of supply?

- Most health food shops sell
capsules, and the herb itself

is easy enough to grow.

Is there something else I
can help you with, gentlemen?

- That first morning, when
you told us Martin Strickland

"wasn't your type," I'm
wondering why you didn't tell us

about your dog?

- A man was dead.

Fond as I was of Bailey it
hardly seemed to be the right

moment to be talking about him.

- But you understand my concern.

- You're suggesting that I
killed a man because his actions

led to the death of my dog?

Do you think I'm insane?

And I didn't even know Amy Strickland.

- But you know Ruth Cameron.

- What of it?

It's not Ruth who's dead.

- Perhaps it was meant to be.

- I see.

How much do you know about
what happened to my son?

- Max was killed twenty-two years ago

when the car he was driving crashed.

There was a high level
of alcohol in his blood.

Ruth Cameron was in the passenger seat

and escaped with
comparatively minor injuries.

- That's the official version.

But I believe that Ruth was driving.

- I agree.

- Why?

- When the car hit the tree,
the impact was on the left,

the passenger side.

It doesn't make sense that
the driver died but the only

damage to the passenger
was an injured left arm.

- It was Ruth's car, you know.

A little convertible.

She wouldn't let anyone else drive, ever,

and Max hadn't even passed his test.

- You think she pulled Max
over to the driving seat after

the accident, even though
her arm was badly injured?

- If Ruth had been drinking as well

she would have been desperate.

- You said nothing to
the police at the time?

- I was the dead boy's mother.

They didn't, they, they
wouldn't take me seriously.

- Will you try to reopen the case?

- Ruining Ruth's life
won't bring Max back.

They tell you time is a great
healer, but that's a lie.

When you lose someone you
love, really, truly love,

the pain never goes away.

- We all set for tonight?

- Yes, but we need to be very careful.

- And why were the charges dropped?

- This is DCI Barnaby Causton CID.

- OK, I see.
- I'm chasing

a ballistics report.
- Right.

- Request number MC4723DX82.

- Okay, and when did this happen?

- Could you call me back please?

Or better still send me the report.

- Okay mate thanks.

Look I owe you.

Sir, we need to re-interview
one of our suspects.

Nick Iver was arrested
when he was sixteen.

Over a stabbing.

Thank you for coming in, Mr Iver.

- Did I have a choice?

- For the moment, yeah.

Take a seat.

- Yesterday, you told Sergeant
Nelson that you quarrelled

with Ruth Cameron over her book.

You threw a jug at her and,
not entirely unreasonably,

she sacked you.

- That's right.

- There was more to it
than that, wasn't there?

You had been talking to Martin Strickland

about taking over the restaurant.

- Ruth never mentioned that.

Anyway, I told you.

I turned him down.

- Can we go back to the
recipes for a moment?

Quite a lot of them have little
personal stories attached,

about what they mean to Ruth.

Did she make those up?

- Most of them, yeah.

- So when she says that she
always tries to make the wild

celery and mushroom soup
herself, is that a lie?

- No, that bit's true.

- You were very angry with
Ruth Cameron, weren't you?

- Of course I was, but
what's that got to do with.

Oh, God, you think I tried to poison Ruth?

- Did you?

- No, I adore Ruth.

And I'm not a killer!

- But that's only a matter
of luck, isn't it, Mr Iver?

If that knife had gone
just a fraction deeper

your stepfather would be dead.

- I was sixteen.

My stepfather never
liked me and I hated him.

And one day he was going
on and on telling me

only sissies liked cooking.

Calling me terrible names and
I lost it and I went for him.

Unfortunately, I had a kitchen
knife in my hand at the time.

- The charges were dropped
after your stepfather

changed his story.

Why did he do that?

- My mother persuaded him
to say it was an accident.

He agreed, as long as I cleared
out and never came back.

- Does Ruth know about this?

Does Stephanie?

- No.

- How did Martin Strickland find out?

- He had a private
investigator check me out

before he approached me.

"A routine business precaution", he said.

- Was he threatening to
tell people the true story

if you didn't?

- Yes.

- A motive for murder, wouldn't you say?

- Yeah, and he'd have deserved it.

But I didn't kill him or
Amy, and I'd never hurt Ruth.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Calm down, I can't understand
what you're saying.

Wait there, I'm coming.

- You don't think Nick did it then?

- Nick Iver has a motive for both killings

but his girlfriend's given
him an alibi for the first one

and we have no concrete evidence
against him in either case.

And it doesn't fit.

I mean he clearly has a, a violent temper,

but these were carefully
planned, cold-blooded murders.

Very different from throwing a
jug, or even stabbing someone

in the heat of the moment.

Not that I'm saying it's
okay to throw things

at your boss, you understand.

- Not even this?

I played with the 999 recording.

Remember this?

- [Jamie] There's a dead body in the woods

on the Strickland land.

- Listen.

- [Jamie] There's a dead body
in the woods on the Strickland

about three hundred yards
from the old cottage.

- Jamie Weston?

- Sounds like him, doesn't it?

- Oh good work, Nelson.

I suggest you go and see
what he has to say about it

and ask him why ballistics
think that three of the shotgun

cartridges found in the vicinity
of Martin Strickland's body

came from one of his guns.

- What's the betting he
wears a size ten shoe?

- Mm but who does the
size seven belong to?

That's the question.

- Honestly, Johnny,
she's probably just gone

for a walk or something.

- She was in the kitchen,
cooking, experimenting.

And now she's just abandoned everything!

We'd had a row.

- You and I used to row all the time.

You've tried calling her?

- Straight to voicemail.

- Well I think you're panicking.

Why don't you go and make us a cup of tea?

- All right.

- Lizzy, please?

You deserve to know the truth.

- I know the truth.

- I-I-I came to say I'm sorry.

- Please go.

- I loved him too, Lizzy.

- Funny the way things turn out, isn't it?

I never thought you'd come
back to Midsomer Wyvern

and here we are, having
a cup of tea together

like an old married couple.

- I must go.

Ruth will be back.

Just remember, you've got
a lot of grovelling to do.

I'd suggest flowers.

- I'm sorry.

- What for?

- For being so vile to you.

You'd just had the worst
few hours of your life

and I was prattling on about mousseline.

It's what I do.

I bury myself in work, so I
don't have to deal with life.

- That's not true!

- It is, or it was.

Until I met you I didn't have
a life outside the kitchen.

I love you, Johnny, and I
don't care what you've done.

Well, as long as you
haven't murdered anyone.

- I haven't, I promise.

- That the lot?

- Just one more.

- Sir, Jamie Weston is off
loading gear at the pub

with a possible wellie size seven.

- Stay where you are
and I'll meet you there

in half an hour.

Is this a good sign.

- Well you know I said
Sykes was displaying classic

signs of anxiety?

- Yes.

- Well apparently children
can also behave the same way

in the build up to a new baby.

They actually want to
play the parent role.

So I er, bought him a present, Sykes.

- That is completely bonkers.

But it seems to have worked.

- Uh what time do you want to eat?

- Later, if it's okay with you?

I'm going to the pub with Nelson.

- Ah right, that's how it's
going to be from now on, is it?

I stay here with the dog and
the baby while you go boozing

with your mates?

- No, Sykes is welcome to
come to the pub with me

whenever he wants.

Uh, uh, feeling fit?

- Evening.

- There you go Frank,
cheap at twice the price!

Next up, a beautiful saddle of venison.

Now who'll start me off at twenty pounds

for a lovely bit, of Bambi?

- Two pound fifty!

- Oh Ted, shut up!

- Don't take the mick, Ted.

- Twenty pound.

- Thank you, glad somebody
knows a prime bit of meat when

she sees it.

- Twenty one.

- Twenty two.

- Any advance on twenty two?

Going once, going twice.

- Not going anywhere at all.

- So you were poaching for deer
and just fell across a body?

- And then we fired at the boar,
but we were both so shaken,

we didn't hit it.

Just scared it away.

- Why didn't you report
finding the body immediately,

instead of waiting till the morning?

- The poor bugger was beyond
help, any fool could see that.

We just needed some time to calm down

and decide what to do for the best.

- You should have come
forward and told us all this!

We don't hang poachers any more!

- We'd both have lost our jobs, though.

- And Amy Strickland might still be alive.

You'll be prosecuted over the
poaching and tonight's illegal

auction and you can think
yourselves lucky if you're not

facing charges of withholding
evidence in a murder inquiry.

- Right, you can go.

Not you, Ms. Weston.

- You told me that on the
night of Martin Strickland's

murder, Nick Iver was
home from work by eleven.

But you don't know where he
was, do you because you were out

in the woods with your brother.

- I couldn't tell you
that though, could I?

And I know Nick didn't do it.

- After a day like this, I need a gin.

- Dammit, I'm going to have one too.

- Johnny, no!

No!

- Ms. Linklater!

- All done?

- Not quite.

You realise that in allowing
your premises to be used

for the sale of stolen
property, you've committed

a criminal offence?

- What harm was it doing anyone?

- You'll be hearing from us in due course

about tonight's proceedings.

- Suit yourself, Mr Barnaby.

- Goodnight.

- You okay?

- I need some air.

Come on!

- What?

- Do you fancy a dance?

Come on, let's go to the garden!

Come on, I'll race you!

Come on!

- Sloe gin.

The residue in the glass
that they found looks like

the liquid in the bottle.

- Johnny was supposed to be on the waggon.

Must have slipped off last night.

Dust for prints, though I
doubt we'll find anything

that shouldn't be here.

The bottle could have been switched

or tampered with days ago.

Weeks, even.

- No, no.

After Amy was killed, I came
in here to fetch Ruth to look

at the mushrooms and she
had a drink in her hand.

It was the same colour as
this, I saw her take a swig.

- That's something.

And when did your first marriage break up?

- [Johnny] Long before.

Married to the job.

- [Camilla] Martin very often
slept in the spare room.

We keep very different hours.

- [Nick] I adore Ruth.

- [Angela] Don't worry,
it's all very civilised.

- Oh.

- [Lizzy] They tell you
time is a great healer

but, it's a lie!

- Oh, yes.

- What?

- Something Lizzy Thornfield said.

- Hello.

- Gin and tonic, please.

- I can do you one of these?

- This is a pub, isn't it?

I want a proper drink.

- You again?

- What do you want?

- Tell us what the poison was, Nick.

- Can you two leave now please?

- What poison?

- The one you used last
night on Ruth Cameron

and Johnny Linklater.

- Not Johnny!

- I don't know what you're talking about!

- Johnny's still alive,
just, but we need to know

what the poison was.

- I don't understand!

- Please, Nick.

While there's still time
to give an antidote.

- No, you've got it all wrong!

- We know your alibi for the
night of Martin Strickland's

death was false.

Stephanie said you were at home
with her but she was out in

the woods with her brother.

- I never asked her to lie for me!

- Amy's death was a mistake,
we know that, and you didn't

mean for Johnny to die either.

So help us to save him!

- I would if I could.

But I don't know what the poison was!

- Nick Iver, you'll be taken
to Causton Police Station

where you'll be charged with the murders

of Martin Strickland, Amy Strickland.

- It was belladonna.

Deadly nightshade.

In the gin.

Phone the hospital.

You've got to tell them.

- It wasn't meant for Johnny, was it?

I know you could never hurt Johnny

because you killed Martin to protect him.

Was Martin already
unconscious from the Valerian

before you tied him to the tree?

- No, he thought it was a game.

He was going to destroy Johnny.

He actually boasted to me about it.

He thought I'd be pleased!

- Martin didn't understand, did he?

- You have to phone the hospital!

Tell them!

- That you still loved
Johnny all these years

after he left you.

- He didn't leave me, Ruth stole him!

- No, she didn't.

You and Dad split up
years before he met Ruth.

It wasn't her fault.

And what about Amy?

- Stay out of this!

You know nothing about
love, and I don't suppose

you ever will.

I had nothing against Amy.

She just got in the way.

- And the kitchens always
deserted 11.15 for staff lunch.

- [Ruth] You did follow
the recipe exactly?

- [Amy] Yes!

- She was twenty years
old, and she's dead!

So you tried again.

This time you thought you'd
make certain of your target by

poisoning Ruth's bottle of sloe gin.

But you didn't know that that night Johnny

would start drinking again.

- You have to save him!

Why aren't you phoning the hospital?

- Would you have killed
Johnny too, I wonder?

When you realised he
didn't love you any more?

- He does love me!

We would have been happy!

He's already dead, isn't he?

You tricked me!

- Dad!

I don't understand.

- Lizzy Thornfield found us last night

and knew it was deadly
nightshade from the smell.

She saved our lives.

- I'm sorry we couldn't
tell you earlier, Ferdy.

- Thank you, Nick, that
can't have been easy for you.

- What was it Lizzy said,
that made you realise?

- "When you lose someone you truly love,

"the pain never goes away."

Now we thought this case
was about money or anger

or revenge, but it was about
something much more dangerous.

Love.

- Kate got the report back
on Ferdy's magic mushrooms

by the way.

They weren't the hallucinogenic kind.

He could, smoke them, eat
them on toast, cook them in an

omelette, they'd have had no effect.

- Not so magic after all, then.

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