All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S16E05 - The Killings of Copenhagen

(soft music)

- Hi, good morning.

- Here's your package, Mr. Calder.

- Oh, thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Eric Calder.

(speaking foreign language)

- Greetings from Badger's Drift.

(mysterious music)

- Eric Calder was a prominent figure.

His family have been making
biscuits in Badger's Drift

for over a century.

- Any idea who might want him dead?

- No, but we'll be talking
to his family this morning,

see what they can tell us.

- It's upside down.

- Where was the package sent from?

- We don't know specifically
but it was franked

by a UK mail company.

- Now we're still waiting for
the full pathology report,

but we believe Calder absorbed
the poison through his skin.

- It would've had to have
been something pretty lethal

to kill him that quickly.

- Obviously, we need to
coordinate our efforts.

But as Calder's life was in Midsomer,

we'll be relying on you to do most

of the physical investigation.

- Oh for crying out loud Nelson.

- DCI Barnaby, are you all right?

- Fine, thanks.

We'll be in touch.

(speaking foreign language)

- Right, mobile charged?

- Check.

- Back up mobile.

- Check.

- You're sure?

- Mobile charged, backup
charged, landline working

and bat signal primed.

- This is serious, you're
a week from your due date.

You could go at any minute?

- If I feel even so much as a twinge,

I will call you, I promise.

Now please go.

- Detective Degn is certainly thorough.

- According to the file, Eric
Calder has a wife and son.

Penelope and Harry.

And a younger brother, Julian.

He's been living with
Eric for the last year.

- Right Nelson, best behaviour.

The Calder family are
like royalty around here.

Julian Calder?

- Can I help you?

- Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

And this is Detective Sergeant Nelson.

- You're here about Eric?

- We need to ask a few questions.

- Well, Pen's inside.

On a call with the funeral people.

She won't be long.

- Your brother was well liked.

- You think?

Most of these are from his
business acquaintances.

Eric lived for his work
so had very few friends.

- But at least one enemy?

- So it would seem.

- These gentlemen are detectives.

Here to ask some questions about Eric.

- You don't look Danish.

- We're assisting in the investigation.

- The undertaker is being difficult.

- Well, I'm sure you can talk him round.

Pen's got big plans for tomorrow.

- I mean to give my husband
a dignified send off.

And stop calling me Pen.

- Could you take Mr.
Calder's statement please?

- I imagine, it won't take
you too long to find out

who killed him.

Eric barely knew anyone in Copenhagen.

- Did he visit there often?

- A dozen times in the last few months.

He was negotiating a
contract to supply a product

to a company out there.

- Do you have a name for this company?

- Toft Biscuits.

- Actually Mrs. Calder, we
think it might be someone

a little closer to home.

The package that poisoned your
husband was sent from the UK.

- What?

That's impossible.

No one here would want Eric dead.

Everyone loved him.

Everyone?

- Calder's Biscuits put
this village on the map.

Eric made it a success.

- Sometimes success breeds resentment.

- Not in this case.

- Can you think of anyone
who might have wanted

to kill your brother?

- No.

Though I suppose Eric did have a tendency

to Lord it over people.

- What about your nephew, Harry?

- What about him?

- Did he get on with his dad?

- They weren't terribly close,

but then Harry was always Pen's boy.

- Where can we find him?

- Probably down at Mrs. Trouts.

Tea room in the village.

Got a thing for the waitress there.

- [Penelope] Julian, I need you in here.

- Seems you woke the dragon, detective.

- Get down to the tearoom.

See what Harry Calder
has to say for himself.

- You don't want to come along?

- I think I'll pay a visit to the factory.

If Eric Calder lived for his work,

I want to see where he spent his time.

- Didn't think I'd see you today.

- Either this or hang around the house.

- Here, take this.

- Thanks.

Six months, Summer and you
still can't make decent coffee.

- It tastes better when you pay for it.

- Isn't my company payment enough?

- Not for Clara, she's
been checking the tills.

I'm on my last warning.

Thank you.

So, you ready for tomorrow?

- Is anyone ready to bury their dad?

- You'll get through it, Harry.

- What about you?

You going to be there?

- I Can't. Your mum's
booked us to do the food.

I'll be setting up at the house.

- Harry Calder?

- [Harry] Yeah?

- When did you last see your dad?

- Few days ago.

- And how did he seem?

- He seemed disappointed, as usual.

Banging on about me getting a job.

- You weren't planning on following him

into the family business?

- What?

Cooped up in that factory all day?

No thanks.

I prefer to breathe.

- Did you talk about anything else?

- Not really.

- Was he anxious or preoccupied?

- Look, even if he was,
he wouldn't confide in me.

Dad and I weren't that close.

- DCI Barnaby?

You've been admiring our awards.

- Very impressive.

- Clara Trout, Product manager.

- Trout?

As in Mrs. Trout's Tea Room?

- Not quite.

I'm afraid that Mrs. Trouts
is no longer with us.

The tea room belonged to mum.

She left it to me.

- That's quite an heirloom.

- More of a millstone.

- Poor Mr. Calder.

Such a shock.

- Did you know him well?

- Mr. Calder didn't
really mix with the staff.

Even so, everyone is
very upset by his death.

- And yet life goes on.

- Needs must.

We have a large shipment
going out to Denmark tonight.

- The Toft contract?

- That's right.

Armand is determined to
get it out, no matter what.

- Armand?

- Armand Stone, our master
baker and the man responsible

for Golden Clusters.

Armand is a genius.

Always coming up with new creations.

Always working.

He was Mr. Calder's right hand man.

This way.

- Clara Trout, come here at once.

I need your expert opinion.

- Absolutely wonderful Armand.

Wonderful

- Correct answer.

- Tell me, who is this man?

- DCI Barnaby, he has
come about Mr. Calder.

- Of course, Eric.

Terrible shock.

- Did you know Eric Calder well?

- Eric provided the space and
resources to create my art.

- You mean he was your boss?

- I prefer to think of us as partners.

- Does the factory have
a franking machine?

- In he mail room, just next door.

- Could you bring me a letter please?

- What kind of letter?

- A franked one.

- Quite a set up you have here.

- Well as I said, Eric went
out of his way to ensure

I had everything I needed.

- Were you and he close?

- We made an excellent team.

- DCI Barnaby, a franked letter.

- Is there a problem?

- There's no shipment going out tonight.

It seems that the contaminated package

came from the mail room in this factory.

I am shutting you down.

- Oh dear.

(alarms ringing)

- [Officer] Can we have all
the staff together please?

- We need a list of
everyone who has access

to the factory mailroom.

- That's going to be a long list.

- Speak to their personnel department.

And run a background
check on Armand Stone.

I want to know more about him.

- No more Calder's biscuits for a while.

- Why, what's wrong with them?

- This is what killed Eric Calder.

A tin like this was coated with poison.

I had to close down the factory today.

- A biscuit tin as a murder weapon?

- It's hardly conventional, I know.

The tin was symbolic, it means something.

We just need to find out what.

- Well, you better find out before Friday.

- Don't fret.

I'll be there for D-Day.

- Even if you haven't solved the case?

- Of course I will have solved the case.

- You'd better.

Now, I need a foot rub.

- I had a word with the undertaker.

- What?

- Well, you said he was being difficult

so I decided to put him straight.

- You didn't have to do that.

- I thought you'd be pleased.

- Look, it's my duty
to handle the funeral.

He was my husband.

- And he was my brother.

It is just as important
to me to see that Eric

gets the funeral he deserves.

Look, tomorrow, tomorrow
we'll lay Eric to rest.

And then life, as they say, life goes on.

- [Penelope] I am sorry I shouted at you.

- [Julian] No, I am sorry.

It has been hell.

You are so strong, I don't
know how you have coped.

- [Penelope] Well if it
hadn't been for Harry and you.

- [Julian] You are an amazing woman.

- [Penelope] We shouldn't do this tonight.

- [Julian] Do you want me to go then?

- [Penelope] No, I want you to stay.

- Ernest.

- Atticus.

- The whole village is buzzing.

Everyone's talking.

No one can believe it.

Eric Calder, eh?

How the mighty fall.

- Quite.

- Quite.

Is that all you have to say, quite?

How many times have these been used?

- Three.

- Oh.

If we get Penelope in the right mood,

she might let us clear Eric's study.

- I doubt she'll be
looking to get rid so soon

after her husband's death.

- Grief is a strange thing.

She might see this as a new start.

What we need is a charm offensive.

And milk, what we really need is milk.

- What we need is something
bigger than the scraps

from the Calder's table.

Look at us.

Scouring the obits for some
lonely widow who's popped off.

And what do we get?

We got a granny flat here, a garage there.

Small potatoes.

- We get by.

- The bank would disagree with you.

What we need brother, is a grand plan.

- And where will we find one of those?

- Maybe I already have.

- Pathology came back on Eric Calder.

Cause of death was asphyxiation brought on

by exposure to strychnine.

- Strychnine isn't easy to come by.

- Banned substance but you
can still get a hold of it.

Used in agriculture as a way
to deal with pests and vermin.

- Can it be synthesised?

- Not without a PhD in Chemistry.

- Armand Stone doesn't quite have that,

but he did study Chemistry at Uni.

Started at Calder's early 1995.

Three weeks into the job
he creates Golden Clusters.

They become an overnight success
and he becomes unbearable.

- Who has access to the factory lab?

- Officially, Armand and Clara.

But the factory's security
isn't exactly watertight,

so anyone could get in there.

- What about forensics?

- They did a sweep of the building,

but then found no traces of any poison.

- So the factory's back open?

- Six o'clock this morning.

- What about Armand's
relationship with Calder?

- Testy apparently.

Feeling is Armand was getting frustrated.

He felt that he should
be running the factory.

- They argued?

- Like an old married couple.

- And yet Armand claims he and Calder

had the perfect business partnership.

Come on, let's go see him.

If you and Eric Calder made
such an excellent team,

why did you spend so much
time arguing with each other?

- The tongues have been
wagging, have they?

The truth of it is, Eric
and I often disagreed.

Don't get me wrong, he
was a solid businessman,

but he lacked vision.

- Unlike you?

- I'm a creative.

I thrive on new ideas.

Eric liked to live in the past.

- So, safe to say, you were frustrated

with his leadership of the company?

- I felt we needed someone bolder.

- Eric Calder was killed
by coming into contact

with a lethal poison.

- So I've been told.

- You've got a chemistry background.

- Y'know, if you're looking
for someone with a reason

to kill Eric, you might want
to have words with his son.

- Why would Harry Calder kill his dad?

- All I know is they had
quite the row in tearoom

the day before he died.

Staff were gossiping about it.

By by all accounts, Harry was furious.

Now if there's nothing else,

I have quite an important
funeral to attend.

- What on earth is keeping him?

We're going to be late.

- I'm sure they won't start without us.

- There you are.

The car is waiting.

- I'll make my own way.

- What?

No, no we go together.

- Why?

- Because we're a family, that's why.

- Some family.

- Harry.

- The boy's lost his father.

He's upset.

Right, come on.

(soft music)

- Excuse me, I am looking
for Summer Haleston?

- She is inside.

- Thank you.

- Summer Haleston?

- Trying to give me a heart attack?

- Sorry, I just wanted a quick word.

- What about?

- The trouble in the tearoom last week.

- What trouble?

- Apparently, there was an argument

between Harry Calder and his dad?

- Yeah, they had some words.

- Any idea what it was about?

- Not really, just a lot of shouting.

- And who was doing the most shouting?

- It was hard to say, I was in the kitchen

when it kicked off so I didn't see.

- Are you friends with Harry Calder?

- I know him.

- Did he discuss the argument after?

- Not really.

- He didn't say anything about it?

- Hey, it was between him and his dad.

Family stuff, private.

So he didn't need to give
me an explanation, okay?

- Harry?

Wait a moment.

- Leave me alone.

- Harry.

- I'm so sorry.

He was a fine man.

I know this is a difficult time,

but rest assured Calders is in good hands.

- Not now, Armand.

- Gathering clues DCI Barnaby?

- Just paying my respects.

I was under the impression
Harry and his mum were close.

- Well they're usually thick as thieves.

Had to be I suppose.

Mr. Calder worked so hard.

Mrs. Calder only had Harry.

Atticus.

Good to see you.

- You too, pity about the circumstances.

- Sorry, this is Ernest
and Atticus Bradley.

- DCI Barnaby.

- How do you do?

- The boys do house clearances.

- Clara please, state evaluations.

- We should get back to the house.

- Plenty of time.

- We'll miss the buffet.

- Word of advice.

Never get between my brother
and a plate of sausage rolls.

- I'd better get back there too.

I left Summer in charge.

Dread to think what kind of
mess she's made of everything.

- Police were asking questions.

- About what?

- Last week, you and your dad.

- Thanks.

- So tell me Armand, what is your secret?

- The secret of Golden Clusters?

In a word, me.

I insist upon perfection.

I won't take mediocrity or the average.

This is my gift.

I share it with the world.

- Take the Chinese for example.

- The Chinese?

- When they lose a loved one,

the whole family come together,

gather up the possessions of the deceased

and just throw them out.

Catharsis, see?

- I don't think the Chinese do that.

- No?

Well, someone does it.

And it's a damn healthy
way to react I think.

- Pen, darling, it's time.

- All the subtlety of a hammer.

- At least I'm trying.

- I'd like to say a few words.

Eric would have been
touched to see so many

friends and family here.

I know today is about remembering him.

But Calder's Biscuits
is bigger than one man.

It's part of our community

and we must look to secure its future.

I've been in negotiation with
the board over a successor,

and we believe we have found the right man

to run the company.

My brother-in-law, Julian Calder.

Julian will be the sixth
member of the Calder family

to run the factory.

- Thank you, Pen.

Now, obviously I can't hope
to do as good a job as Eric,

but I will give it my very best shot.

I am honoured to have this vote
of confidence from the board.

- Armand, is everything alright?

- Julian.

- Egg mayo isn't exactly popular.

- This is salad cream.

- What's the difference?

- Julian, Julian, Julian, congratulations.

- Thank you, yes I can't
wait to get started.

- Perhaps, when you do, I have something

that might be of interest you.

- Gentlemen.

- Summer Haleston claims she doesn't know

what Harry and Eric were arguing over.

- You think she's lying?

- I don't know but she got pretty angry

when I tried to press her on it.

Something else came in from
the Danish crime scene.

A thumbprint, found on the
door to Calder's hotel room.

- Did they find a match?

- There wasn't anything on their system.

But they have a witness
who claims they saw a man

hanging around outside the room.

Could just be a guest who was lost.

- I'm not so sure.

I found this with a bouquet
that was sent to the cemetery.

- For Evigt?

- It's Danish.

It means, forever.

- Come on, just one drink.

- I can't, I've got to
get all that inside.

- Then I'll help you.

- No, it's all right, I've got it.

- Whoah, easy there.

- What?

- Look, you've had a tough day.

- Yeah, well I just thought, you know?

- We're friends, Harry.

- Right.

- Look, I like you.

- No, it's okay,

I get the picture

- Harry, wait.

- If you say so.

I'll be there.

You look tired, you should go to sleep.

- Can't stop thinking about Harry.

- For God's sake, he's a grown man.

Time to cut the apron
strings don't you think?

- Come to bed.

- You've just buried your husband.

- And so I don't want to be alone.

- Sorry, I have to go out.

- Go out where?

- Business.

- What sort of business?

- Pen, we're not married.

I don't have to answer your questions.

I think we should take a break, don't you?

It's all getting a bit unseemly.

Hello?

- The flowers were
delivered to the churchyard

by a local florist, but
the original booking

came through a company in
Copenhagen, Bine Flowers.

- Maybe Toft Biscuits sent them.

- Why wouldn't they have signed the card?

Plus the message, forever,
it sounds personal.

- Okay, we'll look into it.

I Just hope this isn't all you have.

- Now come on, you can't spend
the whole morning in bed.

It's a beautiful day out there.

You're young, should be enjoying yourself.

- John, John.

- It's okay. Keep breathing.

Okay, all set.

Let's go.

- Let's go where?

- You called for me.

- There's a spider in the bath.

- You sounded like you were in distress.

- Well I am. You should
see the size of it.

- What?

- Thank you for coming.

To be honest, we really don't
know what to make of it.

- What exactly is it?

- I made sure nobody touched anything.

See what I mean?

- Looks like someone's had a party.

- This was no party.

Who was here last night?

- No one.

The early shift starts at six.

- Did they see anyone around?

- I want to know who was in that chair.

- Where is he?

I'm not having this.

- Armand, we have a situation here.

- You better believe we do.

He's in my space, my
designated parking space.

- Who is?

- Julian Calder.

His car is out there, parked in my space.

- Excuse me, I found a
broken window round there,

I thought I better let you know.

- Thank you.

- One of the downstairs
windows is smashed.

Looks like someone broke in.

- Ground underneath is dry,
it's been here all night.

Search the factory, find him.

And get Kate and her team down here.

I want the factory and the car processed.

- I have no idea where Julian is.

- When did you last see him?

- Last night, before he went out.

- What time was this?

- About midnight, he got a call.

- Did he say where he was going?

- No.

Why, is there a problem?

- Did he take the call on his mobile?

- No, the landline.

- I need to see his room?

- What?

Why?

- His clothes are still here.

- Well, of course they are.

Now will you please
tell me what's going on.

- Your brother-in-law is missing.

- Don't be absurd.

Julian just probably went
for a drive somewhere.

- His car was abandoned at the factory.

- A call came in at 12:13.

A mobile registered to Harry Calder.

- Where is your son, Mrs. Calder?

Mrs. Calder?

- I don't know.

I haven't seen him.

- Ernest, what have you done?

- Well, it's nice to be trusted.

- It's not that I don't trust you Summer,

but you can be careless.

And what are they doing up there?

- Just some posters.

Gives the place a bit of a vibe.

- My mother ran a
traditional village tea room.

It doesn't need a vibe.

- Reckon your mum would've liked them.

- Take them down.

- Harry?

Look at the state of you.

How many did you have last night?

- Do you want an exact number?

- Come on, let's get you up.

- We need to talk to you, Harry.

Where is Julian?

- Look, I don't know where Julian is.

- Harry, we know you telephoned
your uncle last night,

and we know he left the house
shortly after that call.

- What was so important you
had to call him after midnight?

- Was it the same thing you and your dad

argued over in the tearoom?

Harry, you need to start talking to me

because this isn't looking good.

- Two meetings, your dad and uncle.

One ends up dead and the other disappears.

- Wait?

You think I killed Dad?

Want to know why I got so angry with dad?

Because he was leaving my mum.

- He told you this?

- Just giving you the heads up, Harry.

Don't worry, you'll understand later.

Well, at least he was right on one thing,

it all makes sense now.

- What makes sense?

- She tried to make out
dad was the bad guy.

Meanwhile, meanwhile.

- Your mother and Julian?

- So you called your uncle to confront him

about his relationship with your mum?

- It's not a relationship.

He's using her.

But just think about it.

He kills dad, he gets mum,
the house and the factory.

- So what did he say when you met him?

- I don't know.

- You arranged to meet
him at the tea shop?

- Yeah, but he never showed.

- Julian's service
provider says he got a call

on his mobile at 12:20.

That's after Harry
called him at the house.

- Do we know who it was from?

- Pay as you go mobile.

But we do know the call
lasted about a minute.

- Enough time for someone
to arrange a meeting

and then break into the factory.

So now we're saying that two people

wanted to meet Julian after midnight?

- He was a man in demand last night.

- I've been doing some digging.

Julian started out at Calders with Eric

before he went abroad.

About year ago, he lost a lot of money

on a Spanish property deal.

Maybe he figured that killing his brother

was the answer to all his problems.

- So where on earth is he now?

- He'll turn up.

- That's what worries me.

Sarah?

Sarah?

- It's here.

- Thank you.

Are you sure you're going to be okay?

- It's only for one night.

- I know, but it's Denmark.

It's not like I can just
pop back if you need me.

- I'm sure I'll muddle through.

Anyway, Kate's going to call round.

I'll be fine.

- Well, just in case, take this.

- Who's Andrew Copeland?

- He is the best high-speed pursuit driver

in the Midsomer Constabulary.

If you go into labour, call him.

He'll get you to the hospital
faster than any ambulance.

- Look, don't be so ridiculous.

I do not want a pursuit
driver taking me to hospital.

You are going to take me.

You made a promise and
I'm holding you to it.

You better get going.

- I'll check in every hour.

- I can't wait.

- Bye Sarah.

I've been brushing up on my Danish.

- When you say brushing up?

- I started learning last night.

- Right.

(speaking foreign language)

- Spoken like a native.

You forgot one thing though.

- What?

- The receipt.

- Come on, Detective
Poulsen is waiting inside.

(speaking foreign language)

- Nice to meet you.

This is DS Nelson.

- Hi, it's great to be here.

I love your country.

It's very beautiful.

- Oh, so you've been to Denmark before?

- No.

- Then how do you know it's beautiful?

- What I've seen of it
so far, I mean, you know.

The journey from the airport.

The motorways.

It's very clean, very flat.

- Are you done?

- Yes, thank you.

- Good.

- So, let's get started.

Detective Degn will take your Sergeant

to the crime scene at the Toft Factory.

And you and I will go to the morgue.

- Actually, I'd like to
see the Toft factory.

- Nonsense, you'll come to the morgue.

Come, come.

- Shall we.

- So now you have two bodies?

- So it would seem.

- And they keep turning up here.

- Yes, that is unfortunate.

- Did you get anywhere with the florist?

- The bouquet was bought by a credit card

belonging to a pastor in Klausted

by the name of Thomas Madsen.

- And how does this Madsen know Calder?

- Apparently, he doesn't.

He says his card was
stolen a few weeks back.

I hope you're not squeamish.

- I have been in a morgue before.

- How long have you worked with Poulsen?

- We teamed up about four years ago.

- She's quite a personality.

- You noticed?

- Birgitte's a little eccentric.

She can be blunt but
she's a good detective.

- She's certainly blunt.

- What about Barnaby?

What's he like?

- Again, good detective.

Gets results.

He can be a little prickly at times.

- Prickly meets blunt, eh?

- Yeah, not sure how that will work out.

- Cause of death, asphyxiation.

- He drowned in alcohol?

- The pathologist found
his stomach and lungs

were full of malt whiskey.

- Unlikely to have been self inflicted.

- Deep markings on both of his wrists.

- He was restrained.

His head was held back and the bottle

was forced down his throat.

Everything here tallies
with the crime scene

at the Calder's factory.

Which means he was killed in Midsomer.

- And that makes him your problem.

- So this is it as you can see.

- Forensics get anything off this?

- Too much, numerous
fingerprints, hair samples,

lots of cross contamination.

- Half the staff at
Calder's came into contact

with this at some point.

- DS Nelson, this is Albert Toft,

he's the director of Toft Biscuits.

DS Nelson is over from England.

- A terrible tragedy.

First, Mister Calder and now his brother.

Very sad.

- We understand Calders
had a deal with you

to supply their goods.

- That was the plan at first.

But then Eric Calder
made us a better offer.

- A better offer?

- To sell Calder's to Toft.

- According to Toft,
Calder was in negotiations

to sell the business.

- We checked with Eric's solicitors,

they were vague but confirmed
he was exploring his options

in regards to the company.

- Legal speak for it was happening.

- So not only was Eric
Calder leaving his wife.

but he was also selling up.

- Sounds like he was running away.

- Question is, where was he running to?

- Kate Wilding?

- It's Barnaby, are you at the factory?

- Yeah.

- I need to talk to one
of the uniform boys.

Is anyone there?

- They've all gone, can I help?

- Maybe, there's something
I need you to check.

- It's only a box.

- It's trouble and you know it.

- Try not to fret.

- Try not to fret?

First Eric and now Julian.

We have to get rid of this.

- Get rid?

- Pretend we never saw it.

- We could do that of course.

Or we could use what's
inside to our advantage.

- What are you talking about?

- Just leave everything to me, brother.

- Kate, what have you got?

- There's nothing that proves conclusively

that Calder was planning to run away,

but his personal box files are
all empty, which is strange.

And there's a letter in his in-tray.

Looks like he was dealing

with a property company in Copenhagen.

- Do we have a name?

- The Bruun Agency.

- Mr. Calder bought the
property a few weeks ago.

He was very keen.

- We went through Calder's
financial records.

There was no mention of this.

- It was all a little
mysterious but above board.

And I guess he did it that way

because he didn't want
to spoil the surprise.

- What surprise?

- Well, I assume the cabin was a gift.

Why else would he put it in her name?

- Who's name?

- Ingrid Madsen, she owns the place.

- Where can we find her?

- If she's not at the cabin,

I assume she'll be at her former address.

Here we go, Ingrid Madsen.

She lives in Klausted with her brother.

Thomas Madsen?

- Yes, how did you know that?

- Get out of my factory.

- I was only trying to help.

- Out or I'll call security.

- You're making a mistake.

- Thomas Madsen?

- Yeah.

(speaking in foreign language)

And this is DCI Barnaby from the UK.

We're looking for your sister.

- I'm afraid Ingrid has
gone away for a few days.

Perhaps I could help.

As I explained on the phone,
my credit card was stolen.

- But you didn't report it at the time.

- No, I was too embarrassed.

I'd left my car unlocked.

I deserved what I got.

- A funeral bouquet is an unusual item

for a credit card thief to buy.

Normally they go for lap-tops and clothes.

Flowers are bit personal.

- I suppose you're right.

- So you'd never met Eric Calder?

- No, I'm afraid not.

- Maybe this will jog your memory.

- Sorry, I don't know that man.

- What about Ingrid?

Did she know him?

- No.

- How can you be so sure?

- My sister tells me everything.

- Did she tell you that Eric Calder

purchased a property in her name?

- This is very worrying.

Clearly this Calder was
involved in some form of fraud.

Buying a property in her name.

- Isn't it more likely
that Ingrid did know him,

But didn't tell you?

- No, because my sister
tells me everything.

So now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to prepare for the evening service.

- So what do you think?

- I think you should get
your lab to pull his print

off this photo.

I'll bet you breakfast
it matches the print

found on Calder's hotel door.

- You're sneaky.

That impresses me.

- Well, I'm glad you're impressed.

(speaking foreign language)

- There, that should do it.

- Well done.

You put the boys to shame.

- You quite like those don't you?

- Addicted.

John won't let me eat them
because of the Calder business.

So I have to binge before he gets back.

- When the cat's away?

- The mouse eats her weight in biscuits.

- How's John getting on with the Danes?

- Fine, he hasn't really said much.

- You should hear Nelson.

Apparently Degn and
Poulsen are quote stunning.

- Charlie said that?

- John not mention it?

- No, no, he didn't.

- Well, they're probably quite ordinary.

Nelson has a tendency to exaggerate.

- I thought you were addicted to those.

- I lost my taste for them.

- Come, sit, let's eat.

- Eat?

Birgette, my wife is a
day from her due date,

I'm on the evening flight.

I don't have time to eat.

- But I owe you breakfast.

You were right.

The print on Calder's hotel
door belonged to Thomas Madsen.

- Good, let's go see him.

- Wait, I have other news.

- Tell me on the way.

I looked into Ingrid last
night and I came across

a child born in Copenhagen in 1989.

- Okay, so Ingrid has a child.

- Not anymore.

She gave Alice up for adoption
a month after she was born.

The birth certificate lists
the father as unknown.

But take a look at the child's full name.

- Alice Calder Madsen.

- Wow, that is quite a view.

- When you said a cabin,

I was thinking of something
a little more rustic.

Like log fires, rocking chairs.

- Bearskin rug?

- Yeah, exactly.

Not like this.

This is nicer than my flat.

If I actually had a flat.

(speaking foreign language)

- Hey.

- Thomas Madsen.

We caught him trying to clear
the place out when we arrived.

- What was he taking?

- He says it was his sister's things.

- Let me deal with him.

- Ingrid's belongings, correct?

- This is just a misunderstanding.

- Nonsense, let me tell you what we know.

We know Ingrid had a
relationship with Eric Calder.

We know the relationship produced a child,

and you had the child adopted.

And finally, we know you were
outside Eric Calder's door

on the day he died.

- I was just trying to protect my sister.

- Protect her, from what?

- From Calder, of course.

He was going to ruin
her life all over again.

- And how was he going to do that?

- He filled her head with
dreams of them being together.

- So you went to see him at the hotel?

- I went to warn him.

To tell him to stay away
from Ingrid for good.

But I was too late.

Somebody had got to him before me.

And now my sister is broken hearted,

and no doubt she'll blame me again.

- Where is Ingrid now?

- Ingrid.

We need to talk about Eric.

- It was a concert in Copenhagen.

I was studying at the Music Academy

and Eric was in the city for a trade fail.

He was at the concert to pass the time.

- And when was that?

- 16th of February 1989.

We talked during the interval.

Then we went for dinner
and before I knew it,

we'd spent the week in his hotel room.

I was young, felt exciting, reckless.

A little too reckless?

- Oh no, Eric had made it clear
that the week was a one off.

He'd just taken over the
business, married with a son.

I knew he wouldn't give all that up.

- You didn't tell him you were pregnant?

- No, instead I came back to Klausted.

- How did Thomas feel about the baby?

- He wasn't happy.

He thought I'd been careless.

And he was right.

- And he arranged the adoption?

- Through his contacts,
he found her a good home.

It was hard, but after some
time I just got on with my life.

- Until Eric contacted you again?

- Yeah, he was just
standing there out front.

He looked older, but still the same.

Said he was here on business

and that he'd been
thinking about me a lot.

- How did the cabin come about?

- Eric wanted us to meet again,

but I was worried what Thomas would say.

So he rented the cabin.

Our secret place, I'd
go there to be with him.

- And then he bought the cabin for you.

- Oh no, he bought it for us.

He wasn't happy at home,
he'd decided to leave.

And we were going to start all over again.

- Did you tell Eric about Alice?

- No.

I was planning to but, I don't know,

I was too scared I suppose.

- You never wanted to contact her?

- She sent a letter a few years ago.

She wanted to meet and I wanted too,

but Thomas thought it was a bad idea.

He's not a bad person, he
just wants to look after me

like all brothers do.

It was a beautiful letter.

So bright and passionate.

She told me all about her life in London.

It sounded so exciting.

- We're heading to the airport now

so I'll see you in a couple of hours.

Okay, bye.

- Let's hope she holds out.

- We don't have much time, Nelson.

- We've got it.

Alice Madsen, born 4th
December 1989 in Klausted.

She was adopted a few months later

by Ella and James Haleston.

Haleston.

- She changed her name.

We need to talk to
Summer when we get back.

Flight leaves in an hour.

- Don't worry, you'll make it.

Especially with our flat motorways.

Birgitte, thank you for everything.

- No need, and good luck with the baby.

- Yes, good luck.

- So I just wanted to say.

- Nelson.

(speaking foreign language)

- Nonsense.

- It's only cheap supermarket
fizz, but it will do for now.

- So what are we drinking to?

- Eric Calder.

- Eric.

I may be better looking, but you Ernest,

are the brains of the outfit.

- It was nothing.

Just some creative thinking.

Hard bargaining.

- What was that?

- That's nothing, it's just the wind.

- There is no wind tonight.

I'll go and investigate.

- Go on then, look for clues.

- It's just a fox.

Infernal nuisance.

Always at the bins.

What we need is a shotgun.

Do you want a sandwich?

I've got cheese.

What's the matter, are you not talking?

Who's there?

- Where's Summer Haleston?

- We sent a PC to pick her up last night,

but there was no answer at her flat.

How's Sarah?

- Still pregnant.

- Sarge, would you mind having
a look at these receipts?

- You know these two?

- Ernest and Atticus Bradley.

- Well as you can see, both sustained

a deep penetrating injury to the heart.

- Are they carving forks?

- Your killer has good aim.

- How long have they been dead?

- About twelve hours give or take.

I'm guessing the apples are symbolic.

- Greedy little pigs.

- Sir?

I've got a receipt dated three
days before Eric Calder died.

It looks like he hired the Bradley's

to ship some personal items.

- To Calder's cabin in Denmark.

- But there's no record it was sent.

- So where is it?

- There's letters, cards, photographs.

This is basically Eric Calder's memories.

- Looks like a recipe book.

Some pages have been torn out.

- All right, thank you.

Summer Haleston's just
turned up at the station.

- You go and speak to her.

Find out what contact
she had with Eric Calder.

I'll go see how much Penelope know's

about her husband's double life.

- I want to know what this about.

- It's about Eric Calder, your dad.

Or your biological dad if you prefer.

Let's start with you telling me

what kind of relationship
you had with him.

- We didn't have a relationship.

- What do you mean?

- I never told him who I was.

You've been here six months.

- I know.

- So why didn't you tell him?

- Maybe I was waiting
for the right moment.

- Or maybe you saw a chance
to really make him pay

for his years of neglect.

Maybe you got here and saw the big house

and the factory and all that money.

- I didn't come here for his money.

I came to find out who my real dad was.

- So why didn't you tell him?

- Because I was scared, that's why.

Yeah, he had the big house and the money

and he was an important man.

What was he going to think when he found

his daughter was a waitress?

I just didn't want to disappoint him.

- So where were you last night?

- I watched a film and I went to bed.

I was shattered from working in the cafe.

Look as soon as I heard
you wanted to speak to me,

I came to the station of my own accord.

I haven't done anything.

- Okay, you're free to go, for now.

- Heard you were here.

- Yeah.

- So what did they want?

- Harry, there's something
I need to tell you.

- Well, go on then.

- Not here, let's go to the tearoom.

- And, no, what's going on?

Why were you with the police?

They wanted to talk about dad.

- What's your dad got to do with this?

- Our dad.

- I must say, I am disappointed.

Two days in Denmark and all you found out

is that Eric bought a cabin.

- That's not all we found out.

And the rest may be
difficult for you to hear.

- Oh, let's see if I can guess shall we?

A woman, probably my age.

Danish no doubt.

Someone Eric met a long time ago.

His Copenhagen adventure.

- Ingrid.

- I knew he'd met someone.

He was different when he came back.

- Didn't you confront him?

- There was no point.

He wasn't going to leave me for her.

So I let it be.

- Did you know they had a child?

- Well seems you had a productive two days

after all, DCI Barnaby.

Tell me, does this child have a name?

- Summer.

- The waitress?

Why didn't you tell me?

- Because I didn't know either.

She never said a word.

- Well, I must say, I never expected that.

- There's something else.

We found this amongst
your husband's things.

Have you ever seen it?

- It's not Eric's handwriting.

- Or Julian's?

- No.

- What about the recipes?

- They're all Calder recipes.

- According to Penelope, this book has all

the Calder's Biscuits recipes,

but there's one recipe missing.

The most important recipe
Calder has ever had.

- Golden Clusters.

- Exactly.

Now Eric didn't come up with this,

and I doubt Armand did either.

See?

This notebook is dated 1994.

- That's a year before Armand started?

- So who else was at Calder's then?

- Hold on a minute.

I found some newspaper cuttings in here.

These are mostly local press
reports on the factory.

New product launches, charity
events, open days, but look.

Yeah, here.

This is a photograph of the
Calders on the factory floor.

From June 1994.

A young Eric, a young Julian.

- Yes, but look here.

I think that's the recipe book.

We need to find this woman.

- Something new for me to try?

- No.

- Is anything wrong?

- Why would anything be wrong?

- I don't know.

I saw you arguing yesterday with Ernest.

- Were you spying on me?

- No, no, no, I was just passing and.--

- And gathering a little gossip.

- Armand, I would never gossip about--

- Have you any idea, even an inkling,

of the kind of pressure I'm under?

- I was just trying to help.

- Well, I don't need your help.

- Sykes?

I think its show time.

- Her name is Agnes Trout.

She worked at Calder's as
a baker from '75 to '94.

- If this is her book, she came
up with the most successful

recipe Calder's ever had.

- Well, she left shortly
after this shot was taken

and opened the tearoom.

- How did she afford a tearoom?

- A pay-off.

- So a small village tea room in exchange

for her Golden Cluster's recipe.

- Then why did Armand claim

that he invented Golden Clusters?

Has all this been to protect his secret?

- We need to get to the factory.

- Did you hear about the Bradleys?

- I hope you don't think I
had anything to do with that?

- You didn't say what you
argument was about, with Ernest.

- It was nothing.

- It didn't seem like nothing.

- Trust me, it's not important.

- Not important?

- [Armand] Don't worry about it.

- Oh, I'm not worried about it.

- We need another way in.

- Sir?

The ovens.

- I was saving you till last, Armand.

- Clara, what on earth are you doing?

- The question is, how to kill you?

Eric was poisoned, clean but remote.

Julian was long, hard.

I was worn out by it.

Frankly, the Bradleys were too easy.

- Clara, please, I don't understand.

- Oh, I think you do, Armand.

I got these pages back from the Bradleys.

Agnes Golden Clusters.

That's my mum's recipe,
the one you stole from her.

- I've never seen that
before in my life, I--

- You are a fraud.

A small man with no integrity.

I've seen you swan around this factory.

The way you treat people.

Well, no more Armand, no more.

- No.

- Clara.

This isn't what your
mother would've wanted.

- You didn't know her.

- Then tell me about her.

- She was a good woman.

And she took a long time to die.

That tearoom killed her.

- And that couldn't
have been easy for you.

- [Armand] Get me off this.

- Want to know the worst bit?

Finding out on her death bed
that she came up with this.

They took advantage of her.

I made sure they paid.

- The Bradley's?

They didn't cheat her.

Why did they have to die?

- They tried to sell
me my mother's recipe.

As if this was just about the money?

- Then what was it about?

- She died unsung, unknown.

Whilst he got all the
adulation and the praise.

- So you think this will bring your mother

the recognition deserves?

- I want the world to
know how talented she was.

- All the world will
know is what you've done.

The lives you've taken.

- One more won't make a difference.

- Nelson.

- It wasn't my idea.

Eric and Julian, they forced me to do it.

- Did they force you to
accept all those awards?

All that praise?

The money?

- Nelson.

I've got him.

- Okay, I'm a fraud.

I was just a front.

I'm just a mediocre man.

Your mother was the real genius.

- Yes, yes she was.

- Easy, easy.

- Your mother, she made a deal.

- Yeah, they bought her
off with a poxy tearoom.

- The tearoom was just the sweetener.

You were the main part of the deal.

- What are you talking about?

- She made Eric promise
to employ you for life.

- That's not true.

- She insisted that you had talent.

That's why you got the job.

- She traded the recipe for your career.

- Why would she do that?

- She loved you, Clara.

Her legacy wasn't Golden Clusters.

It was something far more valuable.

You.

(sobbing)

Nelson, can you take this from here?

- Sir.

- Out of the way.

Copeland, the hospital.

Excuse me, sorry.

Police, emergency.

(phone ringing)

- What can I get you?

- Hello, Alice.

- Can I get you anything else?

- No I am fine, thank you.

- Thank you.

- She's beautiful.

- She is, isn't she?

- She's got your eyes.

- Your nose and mouth.

- All she needs is my irrepressible wit

and she'll be perfect in every way.

- She is already.

I thought of a name.

Betty.

- Betty Barnaby.

I like that.

Here you go, Betty.

A toast, to the prettiest
girl in the world

and her beautiful mother.

- Thank you.

- Time for me to have a hold.

- Birgette and Anna sent
this to the station,

all the way from Denmark.

- That's very kind of them.

- They're coming over for
the court case next month.

Be here for a few weeks.

- Nelson's planning to show Sergeant Degn

the delights of Midsomer.

- Out of professional courtesy.

- Okay, go back to mama.

- So I promised I'd be there and I was.

- That is very true.

- Daddy always keeps his promises.

- Yes, he does, but maybe next time,

daddy won't cut it quite so fine.

- Yes.

Next time?

(mysterious music)