All language subtitles for Midsomer.Murders.S23E03.1080p.x265-ELiTE

Happy Midsummer's Eve everyone and welcome back to Larkton's Mill.

Chrissie and I thought it was about time for a catch-up.

The old mill is finally back up and running with the addition of a state-of-the-art water turbine, making us fully sustainable.

That means we can now make our own 100% organic flour with clean and renewable energy.

As you can see, our waterside cafe is now open and so far we've been overwhelmed by your incredible support.

But we've got big plans for much, much more.

Our live feed is buzzing with requests to go inside the bakery, so let's see where the magic happens.

Now it's time to meet our incredible baking team. We are so proud of every one of them.

But none of this would be possible without the help of our head miller Gabriel and his talented apprentice Claire.

And now we've got the newest addition to the baking team. Say hello Ricky!

Hiya!

Now when Ricky first came to us he'd never done any baking and here he is mastering our signature organic sourdough rolls. It turns out he's a natural.

Silas, have you seen this?

Ricky Naibree has stolen from everyone in this village.

At least they've given him a chance, Din. Not many would.

Cos he doesn't deserve it. You know what Tom Larkton's big plans are, don't you? Bars, lodges, restaurants.

Our business is already half dead but that would just finish us off. Not that you seem to care.

Don't know what you expect me to do about it, Din.

Something for once.

Same again, Jack.

But we need to escalate our plans. Spread the word.

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Even though it's mostly about drawing and coming up with different things,

there's point in writing it.

I studied the art of drawing

playing a tender rules in Tokyo,

suiteing drawing and reflexes and

resign myself to these teachers.

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Do you think we should call the police?

No, that's what they want. We'll just hold our nerve.

I didn't think anyone hated us this much.

I grew up here. They know me.

Hey. This is just some crank trying to freak us out.

And we are not going to let that happen, okay?

Tonight's our chance to show the village that there's room enough for all of us.

Come here.

Making your own starter can seem complicated at first.

It is a scary mix of microbial science and metaphysics,

but I promise it's worth it.

Turn it off, man. Why talk to yourself?

You have to know your enemy to defeat him.

Our customers will come back once the novelty wears off.

And if they don't, your father and I left Italy with nothing.

We worked our fingers to the bone to build this business.

Times change, ma'am.

So we just give in? Is that your answer?

Michael was a fighter.

He would have known exactly what to do.

What are you doing here, sir? I thought you were on leave.

Sarah has an old school friend coming to stay.

Let's just say we've never really hit it off.

Why? What's the problem?

She's lived in California far too long.

Always on a mission to convert you to the latest fad.

Last time it was eating raw, the worst week of my life.

Well, I look forward to meeting her.

She'll love you, Winter. She only dates toy boys.

Age is just a number, sir.

I'll bear that in mind.

Just got to turn it on, sir.

Clerk!

I need more rye, mixed seeds and pastry flour.

Quick as you can, please.

Sorry to interrupt.

Got a last-minute request for this week's masterclass from Sophie Rendell.

Wonders if she could have a quick chat and see if it's for her.

I don't have time. I've got this second bake to do for the party.

If she's keen, we can squeeze her in.

How was the response to that video?

All positive, apart from one anonymous post that claims

we're lying about being 100% organic.

They claim Heron's Farm uses pesticides,

that their info comes from an official source and that they can prove it.

Better Nathan would never do that.

Ricky, can you take over here, please?

Be as quick as I can.

Tom!

[COUGHING]

Why didn't you tell me?

You've been so ill, Dad, I had to make a decision.

How did the DAF find out?

I've no idea.

We'll be fine, trust me.

Tom, are you using pesticides under the radar?

Yes or no?

No.

Then why am I hearing that you are?

We've had crop contamination in the past,

worked out it came from the verges.

It was just damage limitation.

I cannot believe this.

None of the grain you've had from us has been sprayed,

so you don't have to worry, it's no harm done.

No harm done! Are you serious?

It won't happen again, Tom, you have our word.

No, it won't.

Tom.

Tom.

Tom!

Don't do this, please!

We really need this contract.

Sorry, Nathan, you left me no choice.

Tom, come on.

Tom!

I know that Nathan was an old friend of yours,

but he admitted that he's been using pesticides.

He gave me no choice, had to cancel that contract.

Chrissie.

There's more, they're all anonymous

and they're all aimed at me.

(Sighs)

Sir, I've just had a rather unusual request from on high.

Have you heard of Tom and Chrissie Larkton,

celebrities in the baking world?

No, should I have?

They've restored the old watermill in Lower Blissingham

and it's attracting a lot of visitors,

but the locals aren't very happy about it.

Surely their success benefits everyone.

Where are the complaints coming from?

Businesses in the village are losing serious money.

Denise Bantrig, the landlady of the Highwayman Inn,

is leading a protest.

She has my sympathy,

but sorting out community squabbles is hardly our remit.

I agree, but it does seem to be escalating.

Chrissie Larkton's receiving what she and her husband believe

to be credible death threats, both online and,

this is a first, concealed in a cake.

What will it be next, booby-trapped baguettes?

It's actually pretty sinister.

There's a layer of pig's blood hidden under the icing

and when Mrs Larkton cut into the cake,

she found the word "cursed" baked into the sponge.

Well, I agree it's macart, but what would the charge be?

Assault and Battenberg.

Try to take it seriously, sir.

Due to the Larkton's high-profile nature,

the powers-that-be want us to check it out.

Maybe I should have stayed on leave after all.

It was the cake that really got to me,

the lengths they'd gone to.

Any idea how it got there?

They've been very busy today, it could have been anyone.

Didn't seem busy when we drove past.

Well, we closed early for a private event.

A midsummer's eve party for everyone in the village.

We're hoping to build some bridges with our neighbours.

I've known many of them since I was a child.

You grew up here?

The mill's been in my family since 1821.

After my mother died, my father carried on as long as he could,

but there was no interest in organic flour back then,

and he couldn't compete with the factory mills.

I understand the word "cursed" was used in the cake,

does that mean anything to you?

The mill's been the scene of several tragic deaths over the years,

including my mother's.

Locals think it's down to some ancient curse.

Maybe they're right.

That must have been very hard for you and your father.

After a while, he lost the will to carry on mothballed the mill,

and lived as a recluse until he died.

And that's when you decided to take it on.

It was a way of making my parents' dream a reality.

And now the demand for organic flour far outstrips the supply,

so it made sound business sense.

So what happens now?

I'm afraid there's very little we can do

unless an actual crime has been committed,

but you did the right thing informing the police.

Our new book comes out this week,

so we'd appreciate it if it could be handled with some discretion

to avoid any negative press.

Of course.

Where have you been? I had to come and see you to Tom.

Thanks, babe. I owe you.

Bought you this?

Claire, I asked you for mixed seeds. Where are they?

Oh, the jar was empty. I couldn't find Gabriel.

That's not my problem. I need them now.

Ricky.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Without this contract, we're finished.

You have to talk to Tom.

Nathan. You know how ill Dad is. You can't do this to him.

You made the decision to use pesticides.

I'm sorry, but my hands are tied.

We can't risk losing our organic status.

But you're prepared to lose our friendship.

I've always defended you in the village,

told them she's one of us, Chrissie won't let us down.

But they were right to see you as the enemy.

And you really don't want to make enemies with people round here.

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[SIGHS]

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Midsummer's Eve has been celebrated at the mill for over 300 years.

A tradition we can't wait to revive with our village neighbours.

We have laid on a fully organic buffet.

Now you can find all of these...

They're going to have a long wait.

No one's crossed the line.

Yay!

Looks like we've done it, ladies and gents.

First drink on the house for supporting the call.

[CHEERING]

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Johnny, perfect timing.

Lovely to see you, Vanessa.

You're looking younger than ever.

And you're looking awful.

Not surprising, after a day apprehending dual thieves and axe murderers.

It's not always quite like--

Do the honors, darling. These nails cost a fortune.

I thought you didn't drink anything but champagne.

Yes, but it's a biodynamic spartan from a note producer.

It has a holistic approach to the whole vineyard ecosystem.

You'll have to drink a lot of these to offset your air miles.

Every little help, darling.

V's got a very exciting itinerary planned for us over the next few days.

Yes, I do. Including supper at a zero-waste pop-up near Badger's Drift.

Oh, can't wait.

But I don't fancy playing gooseberry.

So I will need an escort.

Um, I might know somebody who's considerably younger than some might say handsome.

Hmm. Just how I like them.

We are going to have so much fun.

The press want to know what's going on.

What, isn't it obvious? Nobody's coming.

We've got to stop them reporting that.

I cut the live feed, said we had a technical problem.

Ricky, I want all the food dumped and everything taken down. Now!

I told you to stop calling me.

Special Midsummer Offer.

Filled rolls with any drink, only three quid.

Who's this from?

Never mind. We got the pub full for once.

Might as well make the most of it.

Maybe I'm not quite as useless as you think.

Pipe, please.

Pipe, please.

Greasy.

Come.

Follow.

Greasy.

Greasy.

Greasy.

And finally, I'd like to thank you all for coming

and to make a toast to the curse of Abaddon.

The curse of Abaddon.

- Liz!

- Uh.

[door statement clicking]

[Mrs. Suauldis gasping]

Liz, get away.

- Oh, no, no!

- Miss Musonata.

- No, no, please-- - falcon!

- Virtue.. - disguiser!

- Forlorn! - No, no!

- Dew sumi.

- No, no--

[iluminati themes]

- Chrissie, Chrissie, Chrissie, Chrissie.

- Stop!

Chrissie, where are you going?

Chrissie!

Chrissie, Chrissie, Chrissie.

What's going on?

Chrissie.

- Call an ambulance.

- Chrissie.

Chrissie.

Oh.

[door opening]

- Huh.

I thought I saw your car, sir.

- You OK?

- A little too much bio-dynamic wine last night.

- Sarah's friends arrived, then?

- Yes.

Oh, and she's insisting on taking us out to some shack

in a field where all the food is foraged.

She needs an escort, and I propose you.

- Ha!

Well, we might need an evening out after the latest news

from the mill.

Seems the party didn't quite go as planned.

- Fisticuffs over the focaccia?

- No one turned up.

And there are reports of what seemed like poisoning.

Fleur's particularly concerned about a batch of seeded

rolls.

We're just waiting on the tox report.

- But how bad was it?

- Chrissie Larkton had some sort of seizure.

Had to be hospitalized, and people had also taken ill

at the High Women Inn, including Denise Bantrick.

- Well, I thought that was the hub of the protest.

- It is, sir.

- So what exactly happened to Chrissie Larkton?

- Doctors put it down to some kind of temporary psychosis.

Cause unknown.

- Has your wife ever experienced anything like this before?

- She suffered some memory loss when her mother died.

Dissociative amnesia, I think they called it.

But nothing since I've known her.

You're supposed to be in bed.

- I'm fine now, Tom.

- If you're sure you're up to it.

Can you tell me what you remember, Mrs. Larkton?

- Coming back here, having something to eat.

That I was at the edge of the water.

- She said a man lured her there.

But when we found her, she was alone.

- Some kind of illusion.

- If people were similarly affected at the High Women Inn,

do you supply them with bread by any chance?

- What do you think?

- We wanted to teach them a lesson.

They think they can click their fingers and all come running

and everything will be tickety boo.

It's too late for that.

- So you decided to have an alternative party for the village?

- That's right, but we had absolutely nothing to do

with what happened.

- That's been very hot lately, and our cooling system

could be temperamental.

Maybe the beer was off.

- That doesn't explain why Mrs. Larkton

suffered the same hallucinogenic symptoms

at exactly the same time.

- Well, I never touched beer, but the visions took me over too.

It was awful.

- There are some concerns around a batch of seeded rolls

at the mill.

Is there any chance any of them could have made their way here?

- Everything we served was from our normal supplier.

Nothing out of the ordinary at all.

- Except that we were robbed.

- What was taken?

- Our emergency cash tin.

They must have got in the back door while all this was going on.

- Any CCTV?

- Yeah, one camera in the car park.

- It's faulty, love.

Got someone coming to look at it.

Well, if you remember anything of interest from that night,

then do get in touch.

Thanks.

- Thanks very much.

Appreciate it.

- There's nothing wrong with that camera.

- What on earth have you been up to?

- I was off a cheap roll, so I took them in good faith.

- Oh, from Ricky Neabry, no doubt.

No wonder that cash is missing.

- You kept going on about me not taking action, so I did.

- And nearly killing me in the process for a few measly quid.

- I'll go after DS Winter, tell him the truth.

- And have the whole village know that you had a hand in them

going do-lally.

- So what do you want me to do?

- Sort Ricky Neabry out once and for all.

- I sent these to a forensic botanist, mate.

She informed me that the seeds used in the sourdough rolls

were actually the Ascomycete fungus, claviceps purpurea,

AKA ergot.

The infection replaces individual grains

with dark, hard ergotts that get mixed in with healthy grain

during harvest and milling.

- Symptoms?

- Painful seizures, spasm, hallucination, psychosis, mania,

and delirium.

The ergot fungus contains a number of highly poisonous

and psychoactive alkaloids that can affect the function

of the cerebral cortex, impacting higher level processes,

such as perception and memory.

- In what way?

- Confusion.

Memory loss.

- I've never even heard of ergot.

- It was more of a problem in the 17th century.

In fact, there's a school of thought

that women accused of being witches were probably suffering

from ergotism.

These days, stringent quality checks make it extremely rare.

- We need to talk to the miller, Gabriel Arnsson.

- Thank you, Fleur.

- Yes, thank you, Fleur.

[music playing]

- Denise?

- You've got a nerve.

- I-- I heard about last night.

I just wanted to make sure you're OK.

- Like you care.

What do you really want?

- To reassure you that Tom and I want to be your partners,

not your rivals.

- You're going a funny way about it.

- Our aim is for us to all work together, just like it was

in the old days.

My parents counted you and Silas as friends.

- The difference is your parents were decent, community-minded

people, and all you care about is yourselves.

Hang the rest of us.

- That's not true.

- You're a fake, Chrissie Larkton.

Always were.

And no matter what you say or do, the curse

will get you in the end.

Get away from my pub.

[music playing]

- Every sack is subject to stringent quality control.

Urgot-infected grain would never get past me.

The heads are black, stand out a mile.

- What about the mixed seeds?

- Likewise, they're hand-sifted and stored in airtight jars.

- Could someone have tampered with the jars without your

knowledge? - Well, it's possible, but I personally

supervise everything that goes to the bakery.

Except for yesterday.

Well, Tom needed mixed seeds.

Came to fetch them, but the jar was empty.

He went mental.

He said I had to find somewhere else,

but when I came back, the jar was full.

I thought you'd refilled it.

- So you took the jar into the bakery?

- I didn't want to upset Tom.

- Tom can be a bit of a bully when he's under pressure.

- Is he feeling the pressure now?

There are allegations online that the mill's claims

to be fully organic are untrue.

- We had a problem with one of our grain suppliers,

Heron's Farm, so we canceled the contract.

- When was this? - Yesterday.

[music playing]

[bell rings]

- This is interesting.

When I spoke to Silas Bandrig, he claimed that all the food

served last night came from their usual suppliers,

delivered that morning.

But Tech have just sent this through.

Mr. Bandrig said that their CCTV had a fault,

but security camera on the cottage opposite caught this.

[music playing]

Looks like Fleur might be right after all.

Isn't she always?

[music playing]

Mr. Larkton, could we have a word?

- Natasha, could you finish this piquette, please?

How can I help you?

- We think the rolls prepared for the party

were deliberately contaminated with ergot.

- What about the pub?

- Bread was delivered there after the party was called off.

Do you recognize this person?

- That could be anyone.

- What happened to all the party food?

- It was dumped in the food waste.

- Can we take a look?

- If the bins are collected every morning,

it'll be gone by now.

- We understand you ended a contract with a supplier

yesterday, Heron's Farm.

Why was that?

- I found out they were using pesticides.

Do you think they've got something to do with this?

[music playing]

- Nathan.

Nathan.

It was you, wasn't it, causing all this trouble?

- No, of course not.

- Don't lie to me, son.

[coughing]

Look, if you tell me the truth, we can face this together.

- I've got to finish cleaning the silo.

Store the grain, do it in the mill.

Go back inside.

[music playing]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOOR OPENS]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

, [MACHINE WHIRRING]

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

, [MACHINE WHIRRING]

inaudible] [MACHINE WHIRRING]

inaudible] [MACHINE WHIRRING]

inaudible] [MACHINE WHIRRING]

inaudible] [MACHINE WHIRRING]

[TRAIN WHISTLE]

OK.

Thanks.

Heron's Farm have had issues with ergo infections in the past.

The DAF were tipped off about recent pesticide use

by a member of the parish council.

Did you get a note?

They wanted to remain anonymous.

[KNOCKING]

[TRAIN WHISTLE]

[TRAIN WHISTLE]

Help!

Help!

Help!

Yes.

We had a problem with ergot.

That was before the larktons took over the mill.

If you believed it had been eradicated, why use pesticide?

Nathan was worried about the virges, so he sprayed them.

To be on the safe side.

I had no idea.

[COUGHING]

[TRAIN WHISTLE]

Help!

Help!

[TRAIN WHISTLE]

What happened to the infected crop?

Incinerated the lot.

So whatever went on last night had nothing to do with us.

So Nathan didn't go to the mill yesterday?

Not that I know of.

But you can ask him yourself.

He's cleaning the silo.

Thank you for your time, Mr. Duncroft.

Help!

Help!

Help!

Fleur said ergot is extremely rare in this country.

What do you think, sir?

That the infestation on this farm

has to be linked to yesterday's poisoning.

And now this.

Mr. Duncroft, sorry.

The door was bolted from the outside.

Is there any other way out?

Is there any way that he could have triggered it himself

from the inside? - No.

Accident?

No, yeah.

Have to climb the external ladder to release the grain.

So this was no accident?

Can you think of anyone that would want your son dead,

Mr. Duncroft?

Ergot is used in certain unorthodox,

homopathic compounds.

People pay silly money.

We needed every penny we could get.

So you didn't incinerate the ergot.

Instead, you were selling it illegally.

When Tom Larkton ended our contract,

Nathan must have just lost it.

He wanted to damage them as much as they'd damaged us.

I know it was reckless, but he didn't want to kill anyone.

He was a good man.

A good son.

And he didn't deserve this.

Where's Ricky?

He's on his break.

Why?

My keys went missing from my jacket.

I went home to check everything was OK,

found out I'd been broken into.

Well, it doesn't mean it was Ricky.

Stuff's been going missing ever since he arrived.

It's time to get real, Tom.

He's taking you for a fool.

I will compensate you for everything that you've lost.

But please, don't call the police.

Too late. They're on their way.

I'm not protecting him anymore, and neither should you.

Where have you been all afternoon?

For a walk.

You should tell me when you're going out.

I'm nearly 40 years old, entitled to a life of my own.

The police are going door to door, asking questions,

looking for witnesses.

Wasn't even at the pub.

Nothing about any of it. - It's not about that.

Nathan Dancroft is dead.

What was taken?

Some cash and a box belonging to my grandfather.

There are other valuables in the house,

so I think they must have been disturbed.

What was in the box?

Watches, cufflinks.

Anything distinctive about it?

His initials are on the top.

DWA.

Any sign of forced entry?

No need.

He stole my keys.

Ricky Napery, professional thief.

Currently out on license.

Tom's his sponsor.

Won't hear a word against him.

But I reckon he's in all sorts of trouble.

I saw him arguing with Nathan Dancroft.

When was this?

Yesterday afternoon.

Are you suggesting he's involved in Nathan's death somehow?

I'm just telling you what I saw.

Were there any other witnesses?

My apprentice, she was with him.

Claire Simpkins, she's infatuated with Ricky.

Did she say what the argument was about?

She claims Nathan was accusing Ricky of being a traitor

for working for the Larktons.

But she'd say anything to protect him.

Nathan Dancroft wanted to damage the Larkton reputation.

He didn't want to kill anyone.

So why would someone react in such a brutal and violent way?

Hm.

The farm's in the middle of nowhere.

But there's direct access via a footpath between the mill

and the farm.

The estates are adjoining.

Larkton had motive.

Nathan Dancroft poisoned his wife.

See, you can find out about Larkton

and anyone else in the vicinity of the mill and Heron's Farm.

I've already looked into Ricky Napery, who

lives rent-free in a cottage on the Larkton's estate,

giving him direct access to Heron's Farm.

According to Gabriel Arnsson, Ricky Napery

had an issue with Nathan Dancroft.

The history of offending, robbery, theft,

with a particular interest in jewelry,

seems to make quite a career of it.

Did he now?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Can I help you?

I'm here for the master class.

I booked a meal accommodation for two nights.

Couldn't risk being late.

It's a long way from Chelsea.

Sophie, isn't it?

I'm Chrissie Larkton.

It's great to meet you.

This place looks amazing on the vlog,

but it's even more beautiful in real life.

Tom and I are very lucky.

I don't suppose I could introduce myself to him

before the master class.

He's a little busy at the moment.

I'll show you the cottage.

Anywhere to grab a bite to eat this evening?

The Highway Meninda's Basic Pub Grub.

Probably best not to mention you're staying here.

Um, there's a few teething troubles with the villagers.

I saw the posters.

As long as I can get a GNT, I'll be happy.

My lips are sealed.

A witness saw you and Nathan Dancroft arguing

the day before he died.

What was it about?

Nathan fancied the girl I've been seen.

Claire Simkins.

That's right.

He wanted me to back off.

And I told him where to go.

She told Mr. Arnsen a different story.

That Nathan Dancroft was accusing you of being

a traitor to the village by working for the Larktons.

Yeah, that too.

But it's hardly a reason to kill him, is it?

Where were you between two and three

yesterday afternoon, Mr. Nambrie?

At home with Claire.

Bit of afternoon delight.

Your cottage backs onto fields belonging to Heron's farm.

Did you see anyone in the area around that time?

Yeah.

Bobby, Signona, Maybear.

It's him you should be talking to.

You have multiple convictions for theft, Mr. Nambrie.

I'm a reformed character.

Can we show Mr. Nambrie the pub car park footage this winter?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Recognize the person in this film?

He seems to be wearing your cap.

OK.

So I lied about that.

But I don't regret it.

It seemed criminal to waste all that food

when there were businesses in the village who could use it.

So you see yourself as a modern day Robin Hood.

Yeah.

Why not?

I was high to know it was poisoned.

How are we to know this isn't another lie?

You'll just have to trust me, Inspector.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I had a call from our landlord about the lease renewal.

He told me they'd been offered a huge increase

from another party.

So when I pushed him on who it was, he told me Tom Larkton.

It's not a done deal yet, then.

Said he'd give us his final decision in a couple of days.

We all know how this is going to end if we don't act now.

It'll be your cap next, Maria.

Oh, Santa Maria Madonna, no.

Then the little Chrissy Larkton coming to me

bold as brass saying, oh, we just want to be your friend.

I knew it was a wicked lie.

Just like her amnesia back in the day.

Anything for a bit of drama, that one.

The Larktons have stirred up the dark waters of Aberdon.

No one is safe.

Then there's Nathan.

Word is, it's murder.

I wouldn't put it past Tom Larkton wanting the farm as well.

You really think Tom Larkton's got it in him?

That man will do anything to get what he wants.

Same again.

Yeah.

I thought we were going out.

Well, Bea's been treating me all day,

and I felt so guilty I offered to cook.

Or perhaps you didn't fancy eating marinated nettles.

Well, yeah, that might have had something to do with it.

I told Jamie to join us here.

Hurry up and change, darling.

Into what?

Don't look so worried.

Chino's, cashmere, loafers, you'll be fine.

I don't own any of those.

Well, I need to take you to Milan, darling.

You're in desperate need of a makeover.

How long is she staying?

Well, there's really nothing to worry about.

Everything's sorted here, yeah.

OK, great.

OK, we'll talk then.

Who was that?

Jeff from the production company about the pilot.

They heard about what happened here last night.

How?

More poisonous posts on the vlog.

Last thing we need is the press to connect what happened here

with Nathan's death.

We have to do whatever we can to protect the brand.

Nathan was one of my oldest friends.

I didn't even get to say goodbye.

And all you seem to care about is how it could damage the business.

OK, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be...

I can't do this now, I'm going to bed.

Your master class guest called, she's cold,

needs someone to light the fire and everyone's gone home.

I'll go.

But can we talk when I'm back, please?

Chrissie?

Maybe tomorrow.

Bye.

It's so lovely to meet an Englishman that knows how to dress.

Poor Johnny here doesn't have a clue.

More wine?

So how long have you lived in the States?

Longer than I care to admit.

Currently in the most amazing house on Malibu Beach.

The legacy of a very bitter ex-husband.

Guests always welcome.

I might take you up on that. Never been to California.

So how long are you here for?

A week, possibly longer.

You can stay as long as you like.

It's the very least that we can do.

Well, come.

Well, when my aunt in Sydney was dying, I was desperate to be with her,

but I couldn't find a flight.

Vy found out and pulled a few strings, and 24 hours later I was there,

holding her hand.

Stop. It's only money, darling.

You've always been unbelievably generous.

I mean, the spa today, masterclass with Tom Larkton tomorrow,

even though you've never shown the slightest interest in baking.

Yes, but Tom Larkton is a pioneer in the organic baking world.

And he's very good looking.

Our current investigation has connections to Larkton's mill.

You might want to make alternative plans.

Nonsense. Makes it all the more exciting.

I'm very good at snooping, Johnny.

In fact, we could be your eyes and ears on the ground.

I can liaise with Jamie if there are any gory developments...

if he'll give me his number.

KNOCK ON DOOR

SHE SIGHS

Hello, Tom.

Lara. What are you doing here?

You weren't answering my calls.

So I reinvented myself as Sophie and booked into your class.

And now all you have to do is make it worth my while.

I told you that this is over.

And as I've told you many times, I always get what I want.

SHE SOBS

Greasy. Greasy.

Greasy.

Greasy.

Greasy.

SHE SCREAMS

SHE SCREAMS

Thought you might need this after last night.

Vanessa took quite a shine to you.

I always fancy being a c*nt man.

So did all her other conquests now, carelessly discarded around the globe.

I'd stick to policing if I were you. Any updates?

Yes. Bobby Sinioni has agreed to meet me this morning.

And Tech Trace, the author of the pesticides post.

Denise Bantrick. Turns out she's vice-chair of the parish council.

Tom. Where were you last night? I tried to find you.

Well, what you said about me not caring, that really got to me.

I just ended up walking for hours.

I was so scared.

What happened?

The face at the window. It came back.

This time there was blood on my hands.

No, no, this is real, Greasy. OK, the doctor says it will pass.

Come here.

It's so wonderful to see such a happy couple after so many years of marriage.

I hope Tom managed to light your fire last night.

Oh, yes. Bent brightly for hours.

Haven't slept that well in years. Great bed.

I'd better get organised. Class might run itself.

Can I get you a coffee while you wait?

That would be great, Greasy. Thank you.

Hello and welcome to today's Baking Masterclass, Organic Sourdough for Beginners.

And of course, welcome to everyone joining us online.

Now, this unappetising looking goop is called a starter.

He's even better looking in real life.

I thought it was his eco-credentials that you were interested in.

Well, it's that. And he's perfectly sculptured arms.

Can't wait to see him kneading dough done.

Online trolling is a criminal offence, Mrs Bantrick.

How did you know it was me?

Our team traced it to this location and discovered you were on the parish council.

You abused your position to bring down the Larktons.

But your actions had far more serious consequences at Herons Farm.

I was so angry I didn't think it through.

Angry about what?

The Larktons' plans to put us all out of business.

Someone had to do something.

But you've known Chrissie Larkton all her life, knew her parents.

How did things go so badly wrong?

John and Flora were such good people.

Her accident devastated this village.

Flora lost her footing when the river was in spate.

She got crushed between the wall and the mill wheel.

Chrissie claimed she nearly drowned trying to save her.

Got that traumatized, she blocked it out. Doctors gave it some fancy name.

Dissociative amnesia?

That's the one.

I reckon she just couldn't face the truth of it.

That she failed to save her mother's life.

You must be a very skilled baker to win all these prizes.

I suppose I am.

Expert enough to bake the cake that was sent to Chrissie Larkton, telling her she was cursed.

I was desperate, Inspector.

I wanted them to feel as scared as we do.

But I went too far.

What do you mean?

Nathan might still be alive if I hadn't exposed him like that.

None of this was his fault.

The Duncross was struggling like the rest of us.

I'd see Nathan every afternoon, trying to stay on top of everything.

He was at the end of his tether.

Every afternoon? Why?

I rent one of their fields. I keep a couple of horses.

Did you see him the afternoon he died?

Yeah, but he didn't have time to talk. He seemed very angry about something.

Did you see anyone else?

Bobby Signone in the woods, just beyond the footpath.

But when he realized I'd seen him, he vanished.

(Door opens)

Hello?

Here, bread's on the side. I couldn't get as much as usual, too many prying eyes.

I can't pay you today, Ricky. I'm sorry.

No worries, you'd better shift that.

I'll add it to your tab.

DS Winter, Causton Police. Your son agreed to meet me here.

I'm not his keeper. He's 40 years old, as he keeps telling me.

Do you know where he was yesterday afternoon?

Here. Until about 2-ish. He likes to walk. Where, I have no idea. He tells me nothing.

Well, you support the protest.

Why wouldn't I? I'm a proud Italian. We don't go down without a fight.

And the Larktons will be defeated by the curse in the end. Just like everybody else who lived in that dreadful place.

Changing the name won't help them.

What do you mean?

He was always known as Abaddon Mill from the Book of Revelation.

A place of destruction, the underworld of lost souls.

My son drowned there.

Bobby's younger brother, my wonderful Michael. Bobby was supposed to look after him. But he didn't.

But it was an accident.

An accident that would never have happened if Bobby hadn't left my poor Michael all alone.

So, I'll tilt the bowl up so you can see. We're just going to wet our fingers a little bit.

We're going to grab from the edge of the bowl, stretch...

Look at those bison legs, darling. Concentrate on your guests both in child.

This is going to give our loaf much more structure and height.

Well, there's nothing I'd like more.

Tom, darling, I'm not sure I'm doing this right. Maybe if you put your hands over mine, I'll get the idea.

Well, you could just watch Sarah. She's doing it perfectly. Well done, Sarah.

Thank you.

What about me, Tom? How's my technique?

I think you might have a rival.

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So, why is Bobby Signoni avoiding us?

His mother confirmed that he wasn't at home at the time of the murder.

Denise Bantrick claims she saw him in the wards near the farm when he realized he'd been seen, he disappeared.

Mrs. Signoni said that the mill had always been known as Aberdon, which according to the Bible, means place of destruction, realm of the dead.

She believes that it's cursed and that no one that lives there can ever escape it.

Maybe this case needs a paranormal investigator rather than a detective.

Could be a new career for you, sir.

OK. We've all got our loaves out. Let's take a look.

Mine's a disaster, darling. It hasn't risen at all. I think I need some private lessons.

Well, practice makes perfect, and don't get discouraged. It can take years to master sourdough.

Sarah's bake, however, is perfection. Let's take a look inside.

You've got this lovely dark, crisp crust.

And inside, yeah, there's a tender, open crumb.

That's beautiful. I have to say I'm very impressed, Sarah.

It's only bread.

[Music]

Congratulations to everybody. You all did amazingly.

But this week, the star pupil is Sarah Barnaby. Come and get your trophy, Sarah.

You're always suited to more basic tasks.

And if you fancy a change of career, you just let me know.

Thanks for watching. And if you baked along with us, please upload a picture of what you made to our website for a chance to win a signed copy of my new book.

It's available for pre-order now. Obviously, you can follow us on socials.

V, what is going on?

You were right, darling. The artist in life really isn't for me. Or my nails.

Well, I'm ready to leave if you are.

Actually, I think I'm in need of a treat after all that hard labor. I'm thinking of checking into this rather delicious-looking spa hotel.

But we've got all your luggage.

Well, that's okay, darling. I'll send a cab to get it. You and Johnny can have a date night. Right. Book now. Done. Ciao.

Well, where are you going now?

I'm going to ask Tom what he thinks of the hotel restaurants. And maybe I could persuade him to join me.

Last night, that was a one-off.

You don't call the shots, Tom. I do. When we first met, I was a successful journalist who agreed to build your career. You were nothing.

I know. And I appreciate that.

And now I've served my purpose. You want me gone. I don't take kindly to being used.

Farah.

I recorded some interesting things in the pub last night. How much people in the village hate you.

How they believe you're connected to the murder at the farm.

That's ridiculous.

Is it?

The word is it's a murder. You really think Tom Loggdon's good in it? That man will do anything to get what he wants.

True or not, make a great story. I could sell it to anyone.

Oh, sorry to interrupt. Tom, quick question.

How can I help?

[Music]

I'm here, darling. We have to be very, very careful. They might hear us.

Who are they?

Tom Loggdon and his friend Sophie.

Or is it Lara? That's why I called you.

Now, clearly she's some sort of double agent claims. Villagers all think that Tom's a murderer.

And if he doesn't do what she wants, she'll shock him to the press.

And what does she want him to do?

Well, I'm not 100% sure. But I get the impression that they are more than just friends.

Sir, I'm 10 minutes away. Leaving now.

You have to go, darling. Surely my information deserves some sort of reward.

I'll call you. I'll call you.

Thank you.

[Music]

Bobby!

[Music]

Bobby!

[Music]

Nathan was my friend.

Nathan was my friend and my lover. But we had to be discreet.

We had a shepherd's hut deep in the woods.

I was waiting for Nathan when I saw Denise watching me.

I went straight to the hut, but Nathan never arrived.

And today?

I was clearing away all our things. In case anyone found them.

Why all the cloak and dagger?

My mother's disappointed enough in me already. It holds me responsible for my brother's death.

Nathan felt his dad would have struggled to accept it. It just seemed easier.

Did you know what Nathan was planning?

The ogre wasn't his idea. It was mine.

I was just so angry with the Larktons. What they'd done to him.

I wanted them to feel his pain, so I planted the seeds at the mill.

Nathan knew nothing about it.

And when you were waiting for Nathan, did you see anyone else?

No.

But if I stayed, I could have saved him.

I'll never forgive myself.

So Vanessa's call wasn't a ploy to get you to drive her to her hotel.

She actually had some potentially useful information.

One of the master class attendees, Sophie Rendall, is a London journalist called Lara Milton.

Tom Larkton is aware of her real identity.

How?

Well Vanessa didn't know. Lara Milton said she had witnessed locals accusing him of being our killer.

And was threatening to expose him to the press.

If he doesn't do what and why the alias?

I'll do some more digging.

So? What's your decision?

I've been lying to myself. I love you, Lara.

I'm not sure you could love anyone. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.

We'll have to take it slow, but just because I can't afford a scandal right now.

Just don't keep me waiting too long.

Oh, who's been a naughty boy then, eh?

Oh what Chris is saying!

And the press? They'd have an absolute field day.

Ricky, I gave you a chance. I lied for you when the police showed me the CCTV.

I had your back when no one else did.

And I love yours. But it'll cost you.

What did you find out about Michael Signoni's death?

He drowned at the mill 20 years ago.

Blood matching ears was found on a rock near the edge. It was assumed that he slipped and hit his head.

He couldn't swim and there were high levels of alcohol in his blood. His mother never recovered.

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(glass shattering)

(groaning)

- Seems like the curse is struck against her.

- Time of death between 11 p.m. and 2 a.m.

No phone, no wallet.

- Who called it in?

- Gabriel Arnson, but it was Claire Simpkins

who was first at the scene.

- She found him dead here at the bottom of the stairs,

but on initial examination,

I'd say he died from a severe crush injury.

- So the fall down the stairs was staged?

- According to his injuries,

something extremely heavy dropped on him from above.

- Like a sack of grain?

- My thoughts precisely.

There's evidence of blood in the area

directly beneath the trap doors,

but not a trace of the sack.

Whoever did this tried to cover their tracks.

- So what was he doing here at that time of night?

Had he arranged to meet someone, and if so why?

We need to talk to Claire Simpkins.

- Ricky wasn't a saint, I knew that,

he didn't deserve this.

- When was the last time you saw him?

- Yesterday afternoon, when I left work.

Tommy had some things to do.

Said I should wait for him at home.

He never arrived.

I started getting worried.

- And what did you do?

- I came back here, I couldn't find him

anywhere.

- Did you see anyone else?

- Only Tom, in the lane.

Must have been about 9.30.

- When you arrived for work this morning,

did you notice anything unusual?

- The door was unlocked.

The mill's always locked overnight.

- Ricky was seen arguing with Nathan Duncroft

the day before his murder.

- He said that it was about you.

- No.

It was about this.

When we passed Nathan on the path,

he said he recognized it.

Claimed that it belonged to his late mother.

They'd had a break in and Nathan said that it

must have been Ricky.

He wouldn't do that.

He bought this necklace for me.

(soft music)

He said so.

He loved me.

- We'll get someone to drive you home.

- Come on.

- Who else has a key to the mill apart from you?

- The Larktons' Claire, that's it.

- You were no friend of Ricky's neighbors, Mr. Anson.

You said he broke into your cottage two days ago.

- I just wanted him to return my grandfather's box.

I knew he had it.

Tom wouldn't listen, didn't wanna know the truth.

- What do you mean?

- Tom had a rough start in life.

Got himself into trouble.

A mentor turned his life around and he wanted to do

the same thing for Ricky, but he wasn't interested

in reform.

- Why not tell us this before?

- Tom's my friend.

I knew he didn't want people knowing about his past.

- Where were you between 11 and two a.m., Mr. Anson?

- In bed like every other night.

Millers have an early start.

- Gabriel Anson has no alibi, knows the workings

of the mill, and has access.

- As do the Larktons.

- But Tom Larkton worked hard to protect his protege,

so why kill him?

- Well, according to Gabriel Anson, Ricky consistently

betrayed Tom's trust.

Maybe he found it.

Let's do a deeper dive into Tom Larkton, see if we're missing

anything.

- Everything all right, then?

- The landlords agreed to sign the lease over to Tom Larkton.

Three months and we're out of here.

If you had done something when I'd asked you to.

- I'm sorry, then.

- Well, at least Ricky Navery's dead.

That got you off the hook, unless you killed him.

But even you wouldn't be that stupid.

- I'll put things right, Dick.

I promise.

- It's too late for that now.

- I know what it's like to be abandoned for nobody

to believe in you, and that is why I wanted to give Ricky

a second chance.

- According to Gabriel Anson, he betrayed your trust.

On several occasions.

- I have no proof of that.

- Where were you yesterday evening?

- I was at home.

We both were.

- Claire Simkins said that she saw you in the lane

sometime between 9.30 and 10.

- She can't have done.

We had dinner at nine, went to bed around 10.30,

slept through until we heard Claire's screams.

- Well, thank you for your time.

If you remember anything else, please let us know.

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- But you weren't at home, were you, Tom?

Where were you?

- Claire Simkins seemed pretty sure

that she'd seen Tom Larkton.

- Which means Chrissie Larkton just lied

to protect her husband.

- We've got officers searching Ricky's neighbors cottage.

Now that might throw up some answers.

- But first, let's see what Lara Milton

has to say for herself.

Find out why she's here under a false name.

- I've been commissioned to do a piece on the mill.

Thought I'd get a more realistic impression

if I weren't undercover.

- So you're saying that the Larktons

had no idea who you were?

- Wouldn't be much point if they did, would they?

- We know that's not the case, Ms. Milton.

A witness saw you with Tom Larkton,

said it was clear you had a shared history of some kind.

- Okay, so we were on the same circuit back in the day.

Vague acquaintances at best.

But if my editor knew that,

she'd have put someone else on the piece.

- Can anyone confirm your whereabouts last night?

- I was here, alone.

- Did you see or hear anything unusual?

- Actually, there was something.

When I went to close my bedroom curtains,

the exterior light had been triggered.

- What time was this?

- Around one a.m.

I thought it was a fox,

but then I saw what looked like a mobile phone

being hurled into the pond.

I could see the light on the screen.

- Did you see who threw it?

- Afraid not.

Sorry, I can't be more helpful.

- Anything?

- Not yet, sir.

- Okay, thanks.

We've got divers on their way to the mill.

Hopefully they'll find that phone.

- Sir.

- Maybe Gabriel Hanson's right about Rick and Adri all along.

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The last time I shut the mill was the day your father died.

It broke my heart.

But this isn't the end.

I said the same thing to Tom.

- Maybe it should be.

I thought Tom was like Dad,

full of love and passion for this place.

Like you are.

But everything he said about wanting to be part

of this community was a lie.

- What do you mean?

- Denise claims they're being forced out of their tenancy

at the pub, that Tom made their landlord

an offer he can't refuse.

That this is just the beginning.

How could he do that?

- I had no idea.

- Neither did I.

He's betrayed me as much as he's betrayed them.

He's humiliated me in front of the whole village.

He must have known how unhappy this would make me.

But I don't think he cares anymore.

- You deserve to be happy, Chrissie.

- Ricky Navery told us nothing but lies.

But what connects his death to Nathan Duncroft's?

- The Larkton's.

I ordered an advanced search on Tom Larkton,

turns out he was a serial offender in his youth.

Unlike Ricky Navery, his crimes involved

impulsive acts of violence.

- He's kept that well hidden.

- But he didn't kill anyone and all of his crimes

were committed under the age of 18,

so they don't sharpen his record.

A sponsor gave him a second chance at a bakery,

managed to turn his life around.

- But maybe the demon still lurks within.

- They've found a mobile device in the pond.

(people chattering)

No email or text data,

but they have managed to pull a few images.

- Anything interesting?

- Yes, this one.

A silver necklace with a pendant like a horn.

They found a similar one on an Italian jewelry website.

It's called a cornicello, an Italian horn,

used mainly in the south of Italy as a talisman

or an amulet in the protection against evil.

The image was taken the day after Gabriel Anson's house

was broken into.

- Does it belong to him?

- Not sure, but bear with me.

Look at this picture of Maria Signet.

The one she's wearing looks remarkably similar.

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- Were you told that police were finished here?

- Yeah, we are for now.

I just wondered if you recognized this, Mr. Anson.

- Should I?

- It's an image from Ricky's phone.

It was taken in his cottage,

not long after you were burgled.

- Well, as I say, Ricky was very light-fingered,

loved jewelry, but this wasn't in my grandfather's box.

Could have come from anywhere.

- You okay, Chrissie?

- Got a migraine.

Need to lie down.

- Sorry, I can't be more helpful.

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- Oh, it was just a joke.

What were you expecting?

- No one, sorry.

Just a bit on edge.

- I'm heading back to London till this all dies down,

but not for long, unless you've changed your mind.

- No, of course not.

Just need a bit more time.

- As you're using poor, gullible Chrissie,

like you were using me.

Fortunately for you, I find your ruthlessness very attractive.

I'll call you, and if you don't pick up, I'll call Chrissie.

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(paint can popping)

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- So, how can I help you?

That necklace you're wearing.

- My corno.

What about it?

- It's very similar to this one.

- Mio dio non ci credo.

Where did you get this?

- You recognize it?

- It's Michael's.

I gave it to him for his 16th birthday.

One with a crown, because he was my prince.

- Was he wearing it when his body was found?

- No, we assumed it had been lost to the darkest depths

of that terrible place.

He was supposed to protect him from evil, Inspector.

But he didn't.

- Tom, where are you?

I thought you'd be home.

We need to talk.

Silas?

Silas!

(water splashing)

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- No.

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Tom, somebody!

Gabriel!

Somebody!

Gabriel!

(screaming)

Tom!

No!

Gabriel!

Somebody, help!

- I'm almost there, sir.

I only just left when Chrissie Larkes called me.

(screaming)

- I don't know what to do.

- Is there any way to turn the turbine off?

- Try closing the sluice gate, but it's stuck fast.

I think it's been sabotaged.

(water splashing)

(coughing)

- Tom!

Stay with me, Tom!

- I'm turning on!

Please, hurry!

- Tom!

- Come on!

You've gotta get the nut!

(water splashing)

- Try it!

- I can't.

- Come on!

- I'm stuck!

Please, please!

Tom!

- I've got it, I've got it!

- Thank God.

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- Sorry.

(laughing)

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- Well done, Winter.

From where you got here first and not me,

you think he's gonna be okay.

He's alive, but they're not giving anything away.

Now, they're taking him to Causton General.

(screaming)

Michael!

(screaming)

(phone ringing)

- I'm here for you, Chrissie, no matter what.

- Mrs. Larkton?

- I'll follow you to the hospital.

- I'd rather go alone.

I'll call you.

- Does Maria Signone know about the amulet?

- She's convinced it's her son, Michael's.

- He died 20 years ago, how did Ricky get hold of it?

- If only we could ask him.

Push tech to see if they can retrieve any other pictures.

- I don't know if this is relevant,

but I thought I saw Silas Bantry

running away from the mill not long before Tom was found.

- Thank you, Mr. Arnsom.

- I passed him on the road,

and now much he resented Tom Larkton.

- We need to find him.

- No need to, it's called the station.

He's waiting for us at the pub.

(birds chirping)

I promised my wife I'd do something about Tom Larkton.

- You're saying you were involved

with what happened, Mr. Pantrick?

- No, I'm not a violent man.

- Then what?

- I decided to poison the water supply,

divert the slurry from Heron's farm to the mill pond.

My father used to work there, I knew how the pipes ran.

Ruined the water course for months, years maybe.

- But you didn't, why?

- I was going to open the valve,

and I saw Tom about to be dragged into the water.

- Why didn't you call for help?

- I thought he was already dead,

and as I was one of the enemy, I knew I'd be a suspect,

so I ran.

Like the coward my wife says I've been all my life.

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- Sir, Tech have retrieved another image.

Gabriel's grandfather's open box

with all the items that he said was stolen.

This image includes the missing cornicello,

the item that Gabriel Hansen said he'd never seen before.

Which suggests that it was in Gabriel's grandfather's box

when it was stolen.

- If it was Michael Sinioni's,

what was Gabriel doing with it?

- Why do you say he'd never seen it before?

- I'm not sure Michael Sinioni's death was an accident.

(eerie music)

- Mr. Hansen.

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- Doesn't strike me as the sort of person

to leave his door unlocked.

- Must have left in a hurry when he got Chrissie's call

about Tom.

- Mr. Hansen?

Mr. Hansen?

- A picture of a young Chrissie Larkton.

- It's a bit odd, isn't it?

- Hmm?

(eerie music)

Indeed it is.

There's ribbon in her hair.

- What about it, sir?

- It's the same as that one.

(eerie music)

(door clicking)

(eerie music)

It's a shrine to Chrissie Larkton.

(eerie music)

- You can't enter my house without a warrant.

- You left the door open, Mr. Hansen.

We were concerned.

- No need, you can go now.

- Where did you get this?

- I found it washed up.

- You told DS Winter you'd never seen it.

(eerie music)

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- Mrs. Larkton.

- Chrissie.

- Mrs. Larkton.

(eerie music)

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- Chrissie.

- It was him.

It's a he's to blame for all of it.

- Why are you telling us this now?

- Because I didn't remember.

- Why didn't you remember?

- Because your hallucinations

were never illusions, were they?

They were recovered memories.

(eerie music)

You consumed roles baked with ergot,

a fungus with properties that can affect

the way we process memory.

(eerie music)

You experienced amnesia after the tragic death

of your mother and the same thing happened

after you saw Michael Sinoni drown.

(eerie music)

Didn't it Mr. Hansen?

- Everything I did was to protect you.

- Can you tell us exactly what you remember Mrs. Larkton?

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- Michael Sinoni had been pursuing me for months.

I kept saying no, but he was never gonna give up.

His mother thought he was the perfect son,

but that was Bobby.

Michael was sadistic, predatory.

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The day it happened, I remember I was walking back

from the village and I heard someone behind me.

I turned around and saw Michael.

I tried to fight him off but he was so strong.

Then Gabriel appeared out of nowhere.

He pulled him off in a rage.

And Michael lost his balance.

He must have hit his head on a rock.

There was so much blood.

I hated Michael with all my heart,

but I would never have let him drown.

I almost managed to grab his arm,

but Gabriel pulled me away.

Said it was divine justice.

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And when I turned back, he was gone.

- What happened then?

- When Chrissie saw the blood on the rock,

she went out cold.

And when she came round, it was as though

it had never happened.

I told her I found her passed out in the woods.

And she believed me.

- Because you knew all about her trauma-related amnesia

and took a chance that her memory of Michael's drowning

would also remain locked away.

- The truth would have ruined her life.

She needed my protection.

- And you needed hers.

And you had it until the Urgut triggered

the unlocking process.

- So why kill Nathan Duncroft?

- He poisoned her with Urgut.

She could have died.

Couldn't let that recklessness go unpunished.

I walked the back route to the farm.

Didn't have a plan.

But when I saw Nathan enter the silo alone,

I knew it was the perfect opportunity.

- But it wasn't Nathan Duncroft that planted the Urgut.

It was Bobby Signone.

Nathan died an innocent man.

And when Ricky found the amulet in your grandfather's box,

he connected you to Michael's death.

He recognized it from Michael's photograph.

Said he'd expose me to the police if I didn't pay up.

I told him I was gonna leave the first payment

in a sack of flour.

And all I had to do was wait.

- You had to find the amulet to cover your tracks.

Where was it?

- When I was in his pocket,

I knew he wouldn't let it out of his sight.

- What made you turn on Tom Locked?

- He was having an affair with a woman

who called herself Sophie, real name, Lara Milton.

He'd been cheating on you for years,

using you like he used everyone.

- So you had to protect her from him too?

- I always believed that one day,

Chrissie and I would run the mill together.

- So you decided to eliminate your competition?

- He publicly humiliated her, betrayed her, lied to her.

He deserved to die.

- You did all this because you believed I could love you.

- All I wanted to do was to protect you in the mill.

Just like your father would have done.

- You're nothing like my father.

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- Hello, fella.

Hello.

You're back early.

Everything okay?

- I'll tell you when I've had a cold beer.

It's been an interesting day.

- Hello?

(door thuds)

(dishes clatter)

- Surprise!

- Hi, V. - Hi.

- Oh, yeah, come in.

- Major boiler issues at the spa, darling.

No sauna, no jacuzzi, it's an absolute nightmare.

- I can imagine.

- So, get your glad rags on

because I'm taking you somewhere

terribly, terribly expensive.

- Oh, look, V, that would have been lovely,

but we're picking up Betty from my mom's,

and I promised her we'd stay for dinner.

- Oh, poor you.

Right, well, it'll have to be Plan B,

a rather fabulous looking boutique hotel by the river.

I wonder if Jamie's free.

We've been messaging each other, you know.

Ah, my taxi's still here, so I must dash.

Going to love you and leave you.

Au revoir, but not goodbye.

Bye.

- Goodbye.

- I thought Betty was at your mother's for one more night.

- Yeah, she is.

- Johnny.

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