01x03 - Faithful unto Death

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I think every one of them's mad.

Hello.

Hello!?

Do you make all these
yourself, Miss Lawton?

- Yes. Do you like it?
- She does. I can tell.

Loved that one.
It's really nice.

Why don't you get a set?
Six of those, do you think?

This is a very moving
moment for me, George.

This is the first time in my
life I've ever won anything.

Thank you.

It will be rotten inside,
I guarantee.

You are just jealous because I've
got a coconut and you haven't.

- Hello, George.
- Simone!

Who is that?

Simone Hollingsworth and that
bloke's her husband, Alan.

What's he got that we
haven't got, George?

Good question.

He's bought the mill.

Going to turn it into one of
those craft centres, you know.

Potters, painters, glassblowers...

You don't sound overjoyed about that.

- Hello George!
- Joyce.

- Where is Cath?
- In the tea tent.

It's in the marquee.

Prithee, sweet maid, dost thou
wish to partake of a beefburger?

Um... actually...

Perchance a veggie
burger is more to thy taste?

And you, kind sir,
a dog of the hot variety?

Yonder, at the barbecue.
Two sovereigns apiece.

That suits.

Dad, that old lady over there,
the mutton dressed as lamb.

Do you know her?

What a terrible thing to say.

Even though it's true. No, I don't.

No! She's that actress.
Um... Frida something.

You know... come on...
What's her name?

Bad luck. Care to
have another go?

- Hello there.
- Hello.

Skittles. p a go.

Oh, don't be silly, Bunny dear.

The young lady's
come to talk to me.

I saw you asking your father,
"Isn't she that actress?"

Oh er... "She was in... what's
the name of that film?"

He knows exactly who you are.
And so do I.

Elfrida Molfrey.

I am flattered.

Look. I know why you left it till now.

You think that I won't make
a fuss in front of a crowd.

Well, I don't care who sees
me beat you to a pulp.

I suggest you two
leave this till later.

Who's the lad who
fancies himself, Cath?

He's called Gray Patterson.

Right! Where are the Andersons?
Nigel! Doreen!

You left money in
Morton Mill, didn't you?

A trifling sum.

Well, did you know that the
company is on its last legs?

What!

I-I-I'm sorry. I wanted to
tell everyone privately.

Felicity, where's your other half?

Reg, do you know
anything about this?

I'm sorry, Gray.
It's news to me.

Oh, he's only the company secretary.

Why should he know anything?

Look, we've invested
money too, you know.

It-It-It's not just inefficiency.

Unhelpful bank, the
wrong project manager.

Yeah. And bang goes my grand.

- Sarah. Sarah.
- Have a care!

This old fool has lost us our money.

Now. Show of hands, huh.

Who wants me to k*ll him?

Is there a policeman in the house?

Get off!
Mr Patterson.

- Who are you?
- I am a policeman.

We keep the peace, you know?

And if you have a complaint...

you should make it to the
proper authority, which is me.

Do you have a complaint?

No. I haven't.

What was all that about then?

That shindig in the tea tent?

Oh, something or
nothing, Tom, really.

Hardly nothing, luv.

At the best it was a damn cheek.

- And the very worst?
- Criminal.

You know I'm chair of the planning
committee on the council?

This new craft centre at the mill,
it needed permission.

So?

Gray Patterson offered me money
to push the plans through.

How much?

£ , .

That's a funny sum, isn't it?

Not exactly peanuts, hardly
worth taking the risk for.

The money isn't really a problem.

He threatened her as well.

Bunny!

Reg!

Fetch Elfrida.

Free pint at the bars for everybody
who helped with the fete.

Jolly good. How much
did we make, Reg?

Oh, getting on to £ , , I think.

Mm, not a bad day's work.

Not going to the pub, then?

No, I've had enough of
the village for one day.

Will Gray be there?

I expect so.

You know why he had
a go at me, don't you?

Because he fancies me like mad.

He can't imagine
why you married me.

Tell me the truth.

Have you really cheated all
those people out of that money?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Mrs Anderson, isn't it?

It's all right.

I keep an eye on Gray.

Bit of laundry, shopping, clearing up.

You know what single young men are like.

From personal experience.

Good afternoon, Inspector.

Doreen, thanks.

You really are a sweetheart.

Pleasure. See you tomorrow.

She enjoys cooking for me.

It would be churlish to refuse.

What does she get out of it?

Well I suppose I make her feel needed.

And young.

Now then, what can I do for you?

I'd like a bit of your self-esteem,
if you can spare any.

Excuse me. What are you doing?

Looking round.

Yeah. Well, I'd rather you didn't.

Why are you here, Inspector?

Alan Hollingsworth.

Yesterday you threatened to k*ll him.

It's just words.
Heat of the moment stuff.

That's when most murders occur.

Nevertheless, we can
forget it all happened.

For a price.

You what?

More of course than you offered Catherine
Bullard to push your plans through.

I never did any such thing!

She's a friend of mine. You are not.

I believe her.

Or perhaps it was one of those
heat of the moment things again.

Yeah, well now you come to mention it...

Unlike the threat you made against her,
which to me sounded very prepared.

"If people don't get what's due
to them, other people get hurt."

"And you have such a
lovely face, Catherine."

"I'm sure you like to keep it."

Any man who says that to a woman

is either desperate, or downright evil.

Which are you?

Look, I knew things were
going pear-shaped at the mill,

because Alan had dithered.

Well, on purpose, I reckon.

The bank has started
calling its loan, so...

Your partner was working
a scam, you think?

Yeah, but not that
it looked that way.

I mean, it was me who was
persuading people to invest.

- Did you put anything into it?
- , .

Right, I'm going round to have
words with Alan Hollingsworth.

You will stay away from him.

And Catherine Bullard.

After all, you have such a lovely face.

I'm sure you'd like to keep it.

I hate blokes like that.

Silver spoon in his gob,
Gregorio Falloni under his armpits.

- What?
- Deodorant.

quid a bottle.

What did you think of that room?

Poncey.

Yeah no school photos, no
pictures with Mum and Dad,

no pictures of himself either.

That is a man
trying to lose his past.

If that's any help, he's no
more of a toff than you are.

Grew up on the streets, did he?

Ya, where else did he learn to
separate people from their money?

Cut off women from their husbands.

Yeah...

An Inspector calls, Buddy.

Yes, dear, so I see.

Fresh pot!

You'll er... you'll be going to
see the Hollingsworth, eh?

Yes, yes, we are.

That's.. that's where they live.

Mr Hollingsworth!

Hello!

Anyone?

Mrs Hollingsworth?

Is he dead?

No. I don't think so.

Well, how can you tell?

You did the first aid course. Prove it.

DCI Barnaby.

He doesn't need an ambulance, sir.

He needs a bucket of cold water.

Rat-arsed.

I'm sorry, it's a false alarm.

Why are you here?

People have lost money, I'm told,

in the mill project.

Mr Hollingsworth...

Alright.

Why don't you drop into the police
station tomorrow morning

and we'll talk the whole thing then?

Troy. No, you stay where you are,
stay where you are.

Hello?

He can't come to the
phone at the moment.

I can take a message.

Who was that?

Didn't say.
A man's voice.

He didn't want to be traced.

Mr Hollingsworth?

Yes.

Where's your wife?

Bell-ringing practice.

Hello, Mrs Anderson.
You're having a busy day.

George, I'm looking
for Simone Hollingsworth.

Oh, she hasn't turned up.

Have you heard from her?

No, Mr Barnaby.

Simone isn't one for
the common courtesies.

Ah Inspector. Thank you
for stepping in yesterday.

In the tea-tent.

My pleasure, Mrs...?

Buckley. Felicity Buckley.

Well, thank you.

Hold your horses!

The loss of our hard-earned cash.

You will be looking into
the matter, won't you?

Please take this as
an official request.

Just because some bell-ringing
ponce loses a few quid,

we go charging into it.

They're all here, Troy.
Look at that.

Isaac Dawlish.

That's one of Bunny's one.

.

Some Andersons' over there,

a couple of Buckleys
over by the yew tree.

The old guard.

Wonder what they make of the newcomers.

Alan, Simone, Patterson.

Why do we just do it for bribery
and be done with it?

Oh we will Troy, we will.
Eventually.

Right now, something's making
my copper's nose itch.

That will be the Gregoria Falloni, sir.

It lingers.

Two blokes go into business together.

One threatens a friend of mine after first
screwing money out of his neighbours.

The other runs the whole
shebang onto the rocks

and legs it to the
shore with the loot.

Meantime, his wife has disappeared.

That phone call, sir.

Oh, you're at it too now, Troy.

"Hollingsworth," he said.

Not "Mr," not "Alan," not
even "Hi, how are you?"

Just "Hollingsworth."

And you're not Alan Hollingsworth,
so he slams the phone down.

Who is he?
What does he want?

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Alan Hollingsworth.

- Alan... Yes...
- Alan?

What do you want
to see him about?

I rather think that's my business.

Yes?

It's that one.

Thank you.

Fat man calling at cottage.

Not Barnaby again, surely.

He's not fat, he's delicious.

You do realize he is a
policeman, don't you, dear?

Yes, of course I do.

Isn't it exciting.

Dangerous is the word
I would have used.

Silly woman.

Your very good health, young man.

My own, I imagine, is
beyond the power of any toast.

What can I do for you, Mr Vellacott?

Gray Patterson, your business partner.

Ex, to be precise.

I understand he's been telling people
that the money he invested

in the mill project is his own.

That's a slip of the tongue.

It's mine.

That's quite a slip
from being his to yours.

I wouldn't say that.

His... mine... yours... theirs.

It all end up the same thing.

Belonging...

in this case, to me.

All grand of it.

Do you know where Simone is?

Gone to her mother's, I thought.

You'll just have to make do with me.

Oo, I won't call that making do.

I mean you may not be
the darts' specialist,

but at least you've got a brain yet.

So that's what you're after!
Good conversation.

- And I thought you just...
- Ahhh.. you thought.

I'm not saying I won't like that too.

Wouldn't like what?

What you've just said.

But I didn't finish the sentence.

I think you're wrong, though.

Simone's as sharp as a razor.

That's what Alan can't bear.

Can't bear? The man dotes on her.

You do know he knocks
her about, don't you?

Yeah. That's just gossip, surely.

I've seen the bruises.

Well hidden. Never on the face.

Look, you don't think he could
have done something...

well, out of the ordinary, do you?

Like what?

Well, like hitting her too hard.

Who is it?

It's only me, Alan.

Oh... Brenda.

I'm sorry. I was miles away.

What can I do for you?

I know... I know Simone's at her
mother's, so I made you this.

It's a shepherd's pie. You just pop
it in the oven to warm it through.

Thank you.

That was kind of you.

Is there anything else?

No.

Come in.
Come in!

How really good it must be to have a son

follow you in your profession, Inspector.

Oh, I imagine so, but er...

Ah! The daily bake.

Known far and wide
as the Bunny cakes.

Oh, they look delicious.

Mind you, appearances can be deceptive.

Some proof might be needed.

Oh, please do help yourselves.

What was it you wanted to talk
to us about, Miss Molfrey?

Oh, yes. It...it's about next door.

Alan and Simone.

The Bunny Boy was just
turning in last night

when he heard a "chrook chrook".

Being of a curious nature,
out he goes...

Why don't you tell it, Mr Dawlish.

... over to the hedge.

And there was Alan, digging a hole.

Using my spade, I might add,
which he borrowed last week.

Well, how big a hole?

Ya! You agree with us!

He's k*lled her!

Was it big enough to hide a body?

Folded in half, yes.

Or chopped up!

Odd thing followed.

Brenda Buckley came on the scene,
carrying a shepherd's pie.

Alan nearly jumped out of his skin
when he heard the gate go.

Shepherd's pie as in meat and potatoes?

Yes! And she handed it to him saying,

"Thingy, er... Simone
is away with her mother..."

"...so I made you this."

What an odd thing to do.

The point is, Simone
hasn't got a mother.

She died three years ago.

May I?

Oh! Yes, please do.

How have they been getting
on lately, Alan and Simone?

Inspector, we don't listen at keyholes.

Oh, come on, there's more of it.
Of course you do!

Oh!...

...a hell of a ding dong
the other night.

I don't care how you earn a living,
Alan, just as long as you do.

So I work my guts out and Gray Patterson
gets all the attention, does he?

Don't be so old-fashioned.

I'll take that as an admission!

Oh, its no worst than you and
Miss Droopy Drawers next door.

- Brenda?!
- Yes!

I've seen her out there every morning
staring at you like a bush baby.

And you love it, don't you?

"Hello Brenda, how are you today?"

It's just good manners!

That's what I say about me and Gray.

Other people don't!

Now you care what the
bloody neighbours think!

"And with that she
slammed out of the house."

And did she speak to you?

Pretended we weren't there.

Simone and Gray Patterson.

Is there anything in that?

If I were fifty years younger,

she wouldn't have stood a chance.

You know, ten minutes in
your company and I feel...

..better. That's the only
way to describe it...

...better.

And that spade he borrowed...

...did he return it?

Yes.

Would you mind...

Would you mind if my
sergeant borrowed it?

Not at all.

Sir?

Yes?

The other day, I asked you
to drop in to the station.

Are you all right, sir?

Yes. I'm all right.
You tell him.

... to the station.

To talk about the mill project.

You didn't show up.

I've been rather preoccupied,
trying to save the business.

We asked you where Simone was.

Bell-ringing, you said.

She wasn't.

- You'll have to take that up with her.
- I will.

- Where will we find her?
- She's at her mother's.

Her mother's dead.
Who will I take that up with?

If you really must know,
she's left me. Walked out.

This is Sergeant Troy

and this is a spade.

Between them, they're going
to dig a hole in your garden,

with your permission.

- Which I don't give.
- Thank you.

They've gone round the back.

Hello Bunny!

You won't find anything, you know.

Australia, I believe, if
he puts his back into it.

Is this your doing, Dawlish?

Or frightful Frida,
where is the old bag?

Enjoying it, are we?

Morning.

You're missing a trick here, Reg.

Why don't you invite
the whole village?

Flog 'em tickets.

Sir!

I've found something.

A shepherd's pie!

I confess. I buried it alive.

Will that be all?

No, not quite.

You'd better use upstairs.
Bathroom's right above us.

(SINGS) Shepherd's pie at midnight.

Look, that speaks to me,
Mr Hollingsworth, of true love.

You know I can't stand the stuff.

So there's nothing between
you and Brenda Buckley.

Have you seen her?

So you admit that you
buried the shepherd's pie?

Now that's what you
put down the hole.

What did you dig up?

A dead body, is
that what you think?

No, no, no.

I think it was money.

Which I'm supposed to have
stolen from my neighbours?

Wherever you got it from, you
used it to pay a ransom demand.

- What?
- Your wife hasn't left you.

Someone is holding her.

My sergeant spoke to him
on the phone the other day.

She's left me!

Wait, wait, wait.

We have highly trained
negotiators for kidnappings.

The best in the world.

Think about it.

Your sergeant's taking his time.

He is a very fastidious man.

Troy!

Everything all right, sir?

Get out of here, both of you!

Well?

Wardrobe full of clothes.
Jewellery box empty.

Classic!

Plenty of clothes, no jewellery.

Classic.

Are you sure you're all right, sir?

Time for some spade work, Troy.

Another one of your
little jokes, was it, sir?

No Troy, that was a metaphor.

Get in touch with the fraud squad.

And see if they're interested
in a fiddle in Morton Fendle.

And dig up...

...find out all you can about Patterson,
Hollingsworth and Reg Buckley.

Hey Georgie!

You were right about that coconut.

It was rotten.

I thought I should...

...let you know Nigel Anderson our
local wooden spoon calls a meeting

lunchtime today his pub.

What's the agenda?

How can those who put money
into the mill project get it back.

Yes, I can tell you the
answer to that right now.

They won't.

What do you mean, we won't?

Oh, not you too, George.

How are the mighty shafted.

Hold it, ....

I think we should
go to that meeting.

- There you go, George.
- Thanks very much.

May I ask why you're here?

Believe it or not, for a drink.

We'd like two pints...

..of that.

Good afternoon, Mrs Anderson.

Not on duty, then, Mr Barnaby.

No, but I could be at
the drop of a clanger.

Only we had a meeting arranged.

Private.

And you think we might cramp your style?

It's all right, they're on the house.

I'll better they're not, Nigel.

All right, friends.

Take up, everybody.

I'm sure you agree we don't
want to make this too formal.

Although... this is a very serious matter.

- Bunny...
- Um?

- Would you mind?
- All right.

Between us in this village, we've
lost some £ , to the mill project.

It's no surprise that Alan isn't
here to answer the charges,

nor is Reg Buckley,
the so-called company secretary.

As some of you know, I've asked
the police to investigate

and we await their response.

- Good.
- Darling?

Here's the latest.
I've invited Alan here today.

He referred me to his solicitor.

He referred me to
the official receiver.

In other words,
the man's gone bankrupt.

Could mean our hard-earned money

will be stashed away
in some Caribbean...

- Fleshpot?
- Yes.

In Simone's name, I shouldn't wonder.

We could try asking Felicity
where the money is.

Ask Reg by all means,
but leave her out of it.

You've seemed to have forgotten
that I've lost money too.

Frankly, you can't lose
money out of me, Gray.

- Objection
- Overruled!

Oh come on Nigel,
grow up!

This is the kind of thing you expects
to be taking risks like that.

How dare you say to me like that?

Simmer down, please.
Now, let's put this to the vote.

Now, hands up those of you who
think that Gray cheated the group.

- I do!
- One.

Two, three...
three, four.

Ah... four.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Now, I'm not saying
we do anything illegal,

but why don't we stroll round
to Alan's house en masse?

I second that.

Hold it right there!

Sit down.

I won't be told what to
do in my own hostelry.

If you want your licence renewed,
you will sit down.

I believe that something very serious
has happened in Morton Fendle.

Yes, and when are you
gonna do something?

I'm not talking about the mill project
or you losing your money.

What else, then?

Have you lot been asleep
for the last three days?

Simone Hollingsworth has disappeared.

Come off it, Barnaby, she's left him.

Or he kicked her out
for playing the field.

Yeah.

Boyfriends galore, you know.

Then why hasn't she taken
her clothes with her?

And at the same time,
her jewels have gone.

And that's a classic combination.

No time to pack the suitcase.

The husband sells the jewellery
to pay the ransom.

You mean she's been kidnapped?

I believe so, Miss Lawton.

I'm on dicey ground telling you,
but far better you know the truth,

than you round to try
and lynch her husband.

Who's done this dreadful thing?

Someone with an axe to grind,
Mrs Buckley.

Someone who wants their money back.

As you all do.

Inspector!

May I speak with you?

But of course. Yes.

It sounds odd, I know,
but I was wondering

if you would have a
word with my husband.

Ah, yes.

Jump in.

Well, he's obviously heard us
coming and rushed up to his den.

What sort of woman is Simone?

Far too exotic

for a village like this
and for a man like Alan.

When did you last see her?

Er... it was the night of the fete.

She was underdressed, as usual,

and flirting with everyone in sight.

She left early with Gray.

And apart from Gray,

who are her friends?

She and Sarah Lawton
seem pretty close.

Sarah moved in here
soon after Simone.

Simone was getting over Vince,

her last boyfriend.

And she was already married to Alan?

Women do make stupid mistakes,
Inspector.

That's nice.

Ah!

Yes, wedding anniversary
present from Reg.

Twenty five years.

Very nice!

And expensive.

Oh, there have been
other presents too.

He says he got the money from savings.

And you don't believe him.

There you are, Mr Buckley.

Tell me, what happened at the mill?

I'm not really sure.

Alan kept everything to
himself. Never shared.

And to be honest,
I wasn't really up to the job.

An accounts manager at
Tesco's made redundant.

You were fired.

Discrepancies, they say.

Become a sort of habit, has it,

skimming the perks off the top?

Will you be pressing charges?

This room overlooks
the other two cottages.

I'd like to put a man in here,
if I may, for a few days.

See who comes, who goes.

Meantime, I'd like a list of everyone
who's invested in the mill, please.

Why would a woman grass
on a bundle of fun like Reg?

She wants him out of the way.

He was just the sort of man
Hollingsworth needed, though, wasn't he?

A petty thief.

To point the finger at, you
mean, if we came along?

God, he puts it about,
that lad, doesn't he?

Trashy good looks.

Women go for them.

Here's a funny thing.

Sarah went to the meeting, but
she's not on the list of investors.

Felicity, it's Alan.

Alan Hollingsworth's on the phone.

He said he'll tell you everything
you want to know about Simone.

He's waiting for you.

Hello?

I don't believe this!

Come on!

I don't quite know
how to put this, sir.

Very carefully, Troy.

Because I think I know
what you're going to say.

I've lost him.

Alan, I know you're in trouble.

Please let me help you.

Sorry. So sorry.

Hello, Daddy?
It's me.

Yes, I'm fine.

I've just been to Finchmere market.

Listen.

I want you to go upstairs and
tell that policeman something.

It's urgent.

Hello.. Hello? Daddy?

Oh!

It's Brenda Buckley all right.

No, you don't want to look at that.

Right, well you'd better run
some checks on the brakes.

Looks as if she's been...

...shunted.

Her father said she had panic
in her voice when she phoned.

And she was cut off.

Yes, well, it's this valley.

It's a dead spot.

She didn't just ask for any
policeman, did she?

She asked for you.

You get the car.
We'll do that.

Mrs Buckley, we do need
one of you to identify the body.

I'll do that, Inspector.

I...

I don't know how he's
going to cope without her.

How about you?

She was always more his
daughter than mine.

Does that sound awful?

Can't legislate for feelings, can you?

She was a very...

...very strange girl.

I never really knew her, you know.

Troy,

I like to take a look at
the bedroom, if I may.

No tears, your friend Felicity.

What do you mean, my friend?

Well, I thought you liked her.

Where was she when
Brenda was k*lled, huh?

Shopping, she says.
Her old man was gardening.

No, women don't k*ll their
own daughters, do they?

You mean, you wish they didn't.

Yeah. She did grass on her husband.

Off-loading them both.

Well, I'll be damned.

Look at this.

Fresh flowers every week.

She would never talk about him.

Somebody at work, we thought.

And where was work?

Causton. Midsomer Building Society.

Diary, sir.

Pretty full.

Oh, that's good.

Right. We'll take these with
us if we may, Mrs Buckley.

And... thank you.

Come on, Troy.
That will do for today.

Taken late evening.
Alan's house.

- Who is he?
- No idea.

You've seen the magistrate yet?

Yes, I have.

This is a warrant to search
your house, Mr Hollingsworth.

- Excuse me.
- No, just a second...

This man...

Who is he?

I've no idea.

He called on you.
You didn't open the door to him.

I didn't hear him knock!

What are you doing?

If I called and there was no reply,

the next thing I'd do is phone.

"Alan, it's Nigel Anderson."

"I really do think it's time
we sorted this out."

- Tell me about you and Brenda.
- "Get back to me."

There's nothing to tell.

Then explain this.

"To Brenda, with love. Alan."

- Every week, fresh flowers.
- "Mr Hollingsworth".

"It's Harry Vellacott."

- I can't. I really can't make it out.
- "Called on you earlier. You weren't in."

"Or were you?"

"Anyway, it's about Gray's money."

"The twenty thousand."

"I'm afraid to say my
patience is running out."

Twenty thousand.

What does he mean, Gray's money?

Upstairs. Bedside table.

So there she is in some
godforsaken hole,

with a face like a butcher's counter,

and you're playing
hide and seek with me.

- No police, they said.
- Who said?

Man's voice.
You heard him.

He phoned again and told me to leave
the money at Finchmere Market.

So you gave me the
slip and off you went.

Did Brenda see you
hand the money over?

- Is that why you k*lled her?
- No! No!

What else did they say?

Simone will be returned.

So where is she?

You've got to get her back for me.

Look at these photos.

Look at them!

The room she's in.

Do you recognise it?

No...

That chicken should be
ready by now, Gray.

Hello, Mr Patterson.

You know, I do admire you.

If I'd lost £ , , I'd be
climbing the walls with my teeth.

Yet here you are throwing a party.

Well, it's only money, Inspector.

Hello, Mrs Anderson.

It's a lot of food for three people.

And one of them is a vegetarian.
Right, Sarah?

Do help yourself, Mr Barnaby.

Not for me, thank you.

Well, if it's going spare...

I'd like you to look at some photos.
Of Simone.

I must warn you, they're
not easy to cope with.

Ah, Mr Anderson.
Nice to see you.

My God! They've beaten her up!

You recognise the place
they were taken in?

No. No, I don't.

In the background, there
are a couple of deck chairs

folded, leaning, maybe
they'll jog the memory.

Miss Lawton?

Sorry, no.

Oh, Nigel!

Oh, clever of you to
invite Mr Barnaby,

just in case we overstep the mark.

You know, if I were a cynical man, I'd
say this wasn't a lunch party at all.

It's a gathering of
the mill investors.

What makes you say that?

It's the only thing
you six have in common.

I hope there's no plotting
or planning afoot.

Licence? Renewal?

I wonder if Harry Vellacott
could help us with these.

Who?

Harry Vellacott.

No, I don't think I know him.

Really? He knows you.

So try again.

Got a pen?

There's no way they could be
working this together, is there?

What, join kidnap to
get back their money?

I would have said no,
were it not for Nigel,

and I'm sure you've seen,
he can't bear the sight of me.

This address Patterson's given us,

Peter Lane, ????

It's a mobile home site.

Yes, not just yet.

Where's Sarah Lawton's
cottage from here?

Shouldn't we have
a warrant for this?

Yes, we should.

You first. I'll hold your coat.

What are we looking for, sir?

Not sure, Troy.

But she's a friend of Simone's.

Only friend, according to Mrs Buckley.

Not in here,
it's a box room.

If she is her only friend,

why is she not more worried about
Simone's disappearance then?

Now, that answers
about a dozen questions.

If only I knew what they were.

Couple of old dykes, eh?

You don't really have a soft pedal when it
comes to the English language, do you, Troy?

- Spade's a spade, sir.
- Shhh.

It's Sarah.

I thought you were going to see
this Harry Vellacott, Inspector.

He's next on the list.

But you thought you'd
do a little snooping first.

What would you superior say to that?

Not a lot.

When the chips are down,
we close ranks.

Why didn't you invest
in the mill project?

No spare money.

Potters are like that, I'm afraid.

But you are also a photographer.

Oh, I see.

And if Simone means that much to you,

why are you so cool about
her disappearance?

You think I could show my true
feelings in a village like this?

When you showed me those photos...

Ah but they... they prove one thing,
Miss Lawton.

Simone is still alive.

How long have you two been...

...involved?

Five years.

Long before she knew Alan.

Where did you meet?

In London. Greenwich.

I lived above her and Vince,
her boyfriend.

And you moved to Morton
Fendle to be near her?

Yes.

How does Gray Patterson
come into all of this?

As a cover?

If you mean are we truly, madly,
deeply, the answer is no.

He's just a friend.

Does Alan know about you and Simone?

We've been careful.

He's a jealous, volatile man.

How jealous?

Please don't, Inspector.

I couldn't bear it.

Does it change anything,
Simone and Sarah being an item?

Apart from your perception of women,
you mean?

Yes. He might have k*lled her.

Or had her k*lled.

Hence the payments.
To a hitman.

Maybe that hole in the
back garden was for her.

Brenda turns up on the scene,
forces a change of plan.

- No. I don't like that.
- Why not?

Turn left here, will you?

Those photos, they say kidnap
to me, loud and clear.

- Tell you what does frighten me though.
- What's that?

Your driving's improved.
I saw you looked in the mirror.

Mr Vellacott?
Mr Harry Vellacott?

Don't tell me, don't tell me.

Good old country coppers,
come to chew the fat.

Why did you visit Alan Hollingsworth
on Monday night?

Because he made off
with £ , of mine.

And I was emotionally
attached to it.

A man called Gray Patterson
says it's his.

Well, let that suffice.

What are you staring at?

Do I detect a family resemblance?

Gray and you?

Father and son?

He is my son and
he hates my guts.

So I flung him the £ ,
hoping to buy him back.

Where did you get money like that?

Pension.

What line of business were you in?

Have a guess.

I'm overweight.

I drink too much.

I smoke too much.

I eat too much.

I'm divorced, and the kids
don't want to know me.

A jaundiced view of human nature.

Yes, you're right.

I was a copper.

I like to see inside.

You've got a photograph of
Simone Hollingsworth, haven't you?

Together with a ransom demand.

And you want to know if it was
taken here or not, don't you?

Of course you do.

Go on. Help yourself.

'...over to our reporter at
Causton police station,

who's with the officer
who's heading the case.'

'The car we're looking for is a black
Saab , no registration as yet,

seen in the Wheatley Road,
: yesterday afternoon,

travelling at high speed.'

"Was your witness able to give you a
description of the people in the car?"

"A woman driver, we think,

with a white male passenger in
his mid thirties, with black hair."

"And this is the car that forced
Brenda Buckley off the road?"

"Almost certainly."

" So if you have any information at all

about the whereabouts of a
slightly damaged black Saab,

could you please get in touch
with your local police station."

"If you recognize the car,
please contact..."

If you weren't the
guvnor's daughter...

Oh, Cully, dear!
What a lovely surprise.

No, let's not go into the house.
Stuffy old house.

All right, then.

I just came around to invite you to the
first night at the Barnhouse. The th?

Ah! We'd love that.

- Won't we Bunny?
- Won't what, dear?

- We'd love to go.
- Go where?

To the first night with Cully.

Oh, first night, yeah, rather.

Dad says he'll drive you
and Bunny over then.

I must break out the
Bunny Boy's tuxedo.

Strange as it may seem,
he does have one.

Oh! Fresh air!

We're devils for it.

What do you want?

You must be freezing.

No, only on the surface.

Elfrida, it's all right.

Your secret's safe with me.

What...what secret is that?
I have so many!

Let's go inside, shall we?

Yes.

I saw Cully last night, sir.

Oh yes? Where?

Round at Elfrida's.

I thought she has a boyfriend.

Oh yes, she has.
You've met him.

Nicholas, the actor.

We like him.

Only I thought I might go
and see her in this play.

What was it called again?

Oh come on Troy.
Work, work.

Midsomer Building Society,
what do they say?

Brenda was a mouse.
Quiet, efficient.

Kept to herself.

And the flower shop?

Owner said a girl came in, dead
ringer for Brenda, every Friday.

Bought flowers for her boss.

Name of Alan.

Oh, she was sending flowers to herself?

Oh!

I don't think he's in, Mr Barnaby.

And you do have a most
charming daughter.

Oh thank you, Miss Molfrey.

Oh, and son, of course.

Where is Alan, Miss Molfrey?

No idea.

The Boy Bunny tried rousing
him earlier. No dice.

What did you want him for,
Mr Dawlish?

They nominated me to try and
get their money back for them.

They ganged up on
me at the barbecue.

Sir, he's in there.

Rat-arsed again,
spark out on the sofa.

You won't happen to have a
key, would you, Miss Molfrey?

Afraid not.

I say, your Sergeant is so young.

You must be awfully proud of him.

I'm going to nip over to the shed.

I know you're under pressure,
Mr Hollingsworth,

but this is not going to help you, is it?

Mr Hollingsworth.

Oh, for God... Troy.

Come on, you boozy sot.

Make an effort.

He's dead, sir.

- Tom.
- George.

Now for once in your life, tell
me something I want to hear.

Don't sh**t the messenger.
Alan was m*rder*d.

Oh, for God's sake.

Contents of his stomach,
whisky galore and haloperidol.

It's a sleeping pill, or rather
a capsule, which is significant.

Is it? Why?

The capsules are made of gelatin.

I didn't find any in the stomach.

There's none found
in the house, was it?

No.

I reckoned someone opened
each and everyone of them,

took out the powder...

And mixed it with the whisky
to hide the taste.

Anything on the whisky bottle?

A fingerprint we can't account for,
but short of doing the whole village...

There's no sign of a force entry.

Back door of the cottage was left open.

He must have let them in himself.

Someone he knew.

But I have a name.

From my spy in the camp.

Mr Anderson!

Can I have a word, please?

Did you visit Alan Hollingsworth
last night?

Pray enlighten me as to
why I should want to.

Yes or no?

None of your business.

But you were seen.

By your policeman in Reg's den?

I think not.

So you knew all about
him then, did you?

The whole village knew within
half an hour of his arrival.

What on earth did you expect?

I expected roughly what I got.

People like you sneaking round the back.

But you were seen.

Elfrida Molfrey is a better watchdog
than any officer I've got.

Is it a crime to visit neighbours?

That depends, Mrs Anderson,
what you do when you get...

- Go on, then...
- Mr Anderson...

Miss Molfrey saw you leave Alan's
house at ten past midnight.

We had a drink. A chat.

- What did you drink?
- Scotch.

And at what point did you k*ll him?

What?

Oh, I'm sorry, didn't I say?

Alan is dead. Poisoned.

Haloperidol in the whisky, and your
fingerprints will be all over a glass,

maybe even the bottle.

He was alive when I left him.
I swear it!

Convince me.

I did call on him last night, yes.

With a proposition...

No, no, no.

The money we put into the mill project,
Doreen and I, £ , .

I'm listening...

What say you return £ ,

and I keep the other investors
off your back?

He agreed to that?

Yes. He must have thought I really
held sway over the neighbours.

He went into the bathroom.

In the cistern, there was
a tin with money in it.

- How much?
- Wads of it.

Sounds like he'd had another demand.

Did he mention anything?

No. By the time I left him,
he was spark out in a chair,

but alive.

Danny! Upstairs, spare room,
behind the cistern. A tin box.

Right. Well, hang on to it.

They've already found it. Empty.

Then he's paid up.

Either that,

or you took the money
after you k*lled him.

No, no, no. I only wanted £ , .

My job was on the line.

The money was... borrowed, you see.

Borrowed?

From the brewery.

Oh, Nigel, you nicked it from the till.

Oh, good God!

From pompous ass to petty thief,
just like that.

Who made him brave enough to steal
in the first place, Mrs Anderson?

She had nothing to do with it.

Oh come on, that's rubbish!

Anyone can see you two
are joined at the hip!

Did you come home from Alan's
and tell her about the money?

Well, yes...

And did you persuade
him to go back for it?

Perhaps you went back yourself?

If I had done, Inspector,
wouldn't Miss Molfrey have seen me?

The car, sir. The black Saab .
We've found it.

Where?

A garage in Compton Dando
having a wing fixed.

The panel beater saw you on telly.

Owner?

A Vince Perry. , The Green,
Burwood Mantle.

Good work.

Vince! That was the name
of Simone's boyfriend.

And, don't take any sudden
holidays, you two.

There are more questions.

That's it.

Mr Perry? I'm Detective Chief Inspector...
Barnaby.

And the man at the back door

blocking your escape

is Sergeant Troy.

You tried to run away, Mr Perry.

That's almost as good as a confession.

So where have you been hiding
her then Vince, if not at home?

No idea what you're talking about.

Then I'll make it crystal
clear for you, shall I?

Messy break-up, you and Simone.

So being greedy and resentful,
you abducted her.

You kept her here in this place, you
slapped her around a bit for old times sake,

and then demanded money
from her husband.

Who's been m*rder*d. And we're
looking for someone to blame.

Ten days ago, Finchmere Market...

Never been there.

Ten days ago, Finchmere Market.

You picked up the
money Alan dropped.

The only trouble was,
Brenda Buckley saw you do it.

Who the hell is Brenda Buxey?

Ah, don't come the old soldier with me.

Is it Buxey, or is it Buckley,
don't get the name correct,

cause I've never heard it before.

Well I haven't!

- She's the woman you k*lled.
- No!

- You were driving the car at the time!
- No!

It's all right, then you were the passenger,

sitting right beside whoever
ran her off the road.

I was never in that car, never
been near Finchmere market.

Oh Joe I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Of course, you had your car nicked.

At last you're hearing me!

And then, as if by magic, it
turned up again three days later.

I expect they called off
the nationwide search for it.

Whatever.

You did all that to cover yourself.

You were in the car that
k*lled Brenda Buckley.

No.

Slap him in a cell.

He's not gonna budge, is he?

Er, listen Troy, look erm...

I'd like to have a word with Sarah Lawton.

By myself, just me and
her, is that all right?

Okay then?

There's no offence, its just you being so...

terribly male.

- It's a backup.
- I see.

So, what should I
do in the meantime?

I would like you to buy my
wife a birthday present.

Don't worry, I know
exactly what I want.

Oh, Inspector, come in.

I've been meaning to ask you,
how did you get in last time?

Through your window up there.

It's actually warped away from the frame.

And there's a gap, so you can get a
knife or a twig and then lift the latch.

I'll send a crime prevention officer
round to have a look at it for you.

As long as it isn't Sergeant Troy.

Oh! Oh, he's all right really, he
just a bit... um, old fashioned.

Whereas I think I know what
Simone mean to you.

And it doesn't bother you?

It's not a crime to
love someone, is it?

Then why are you here?

Er, it's not easy to say this, but um...

Alan's death means that
whoever abducted Simone,

they've lost their source
of income overnight.

And they may decide
to do one of two things.

Don't.

They'll either let her go.

Or k*ll her.

Do you have a suspect?

Well, any one of those investors
could be responsible.

Good job I had no money at the time.

Milk, Inspector?

Yes, please. Where is it?
In the fridge?

I'll get it.

We are holding a man,
as a matter of fact.

If you know him.

Vince Perry.

Simone's ex boyfriend.

Deny any involvement, of course.

But it's only a matter of time.

Now that Jimmy Cavendish
has gone to Malaya,

I think we should close up the house
and head for the Mediterranean.

That's a splendid idea, darling.

You can start on a new novel.

Yes, Daddy.
What's it going to be about?

It's about how life dashes our hopes
and dreams to the ground.

What are you going to call it?

Hollow Moonlight, I thought.

Yes.

Yes... I like that.

Cully, dear, you were wonderful.

It was a real eye-opener.

Far and away the best thing in it.

I mean, that poor creature
played Hermione.

It's a worthy effort.

She's dying to meet you, Elfrida.

Ya, worthy.

And at the same time,
enchanting.

Oh! Oh, you dear, dear people!

Oh, you shouldn't have!

Oh, Bunny, do pour,
there's a good boy...

Just a second...

Oh, all right Inspector,
you do the honours, then.

Oh, there's a card.

Bunny, dear, read it to me.

"Will you still need me,
will you still feed me,

when you're ?"

"Happy birthday, Joyce. Love, Tom."

Ah! A faux pas.

Oh, good grief!

Oh, dear. Now she's upset.

You thought I'd forgotten, didn't you?

My God dad!
Gregorio Falloni!

You've won the lottery?

We can't afford that, Tom.

They do a range for men.
But that is classy.

Elfrida, whatever's wrong?

Whatever's the matter?

What must you think of me?

Oh, you know, it's moments like
this that I do miss dear Simone.

She was so good at make-up,

which I do use the odd
dapples now and again.

It was her training, you see.

What training was that?

Oh, she worked for one of
the big cosmetic firms.

How she could make me look twenty
years younger in ten minutes flat.

Hello?

"Hello, Troy. It's me..."

The old copper's nose
is on the twitch.

"Where are you?"

I'm at the office.

Meet me at Buckley's place, would you?

I want to cross her off the list.

All right.

Inspector, you do
realise what time it is?

Yes I do, thank you, Mrs Buckley.
Is Reg in?

No, he's spending a few days
with his brother.

He's still finding things difficult.

When Brenda died, Reg was gardening.
Elfrida confirms that.

So she was here,
Reg was here, Bunny was here.

Where were you?

You were shopping.

Stuff you bought, you'll have made
a note of it in your cheque book?

I don't use cheques.

Credit card slips?

Actually, I don't think I
bought anything on that day.

Did you see anyone when
you were shopping?

Did you speak to anyone?

You know, I am finding this
rather offensive, Inspector.

I'm not accusing you
of k*lling Brenda.

I just need to be sure
that you didn't.

She... she couldn't have done.

She was with me, Inspector.

Hmpf!

Well then, I only have
one more question.

How on earth do you manage it?

Is Cully in, sir?

Yes, she is.

In fact, when I said I'd
cook you breakfast,

I mean as in her.

Simone!

Cup of tea.
Plenty of sugar in.

Did they've told you what happened then,

the people who were holding you?

To be honest...

I think it's one of the
reasons they let me go.

You don't think they k*lled him?

Who knows?

I'm sorry, Simone. This is not going
to be an easy time for you, is it?

Is there anyone I
can contact for you?

No.

Alan's all I have.

Look, I know all about
you and Sarah Lawton.

I'm sure she'd like to
help, wouldn't she?

Okay look, we'll drop you off at the
police station before we get her.

Well then I'd like to hear more about it,

if, you feel up to it.

Thank you, Mr Barnaby.

You've been very kind.

Good news. The best.

Simone has turned up, alive and well.
Just a few bruises, that's all.

When can I see her?

Right now. She's down at
the station. Hop in the car.

Give me five minutes.

Right.

Okay.

I've began to give up hope.

Thought I'd never see you.

Forgive me, Inspector.

Oh believe me, I'm as delighted
as you are, Miss Lawton.

How are you?

You okay?

Mm, I've got some questions
for you, Simone.

Right!

I'll wait outside.

Er no, I'd like you to stay,
if you would.

You might need some support.

Would you like a cup of tea?

There were two of them,
a man and a woman.

Early thirties, I would say.

He was tallish, curly dark hair.

Did you get a name?

I think she called him Steve
or Steff.

He was furious when she said it.

I thought he was going to k*ll her.

He took it out on me instead.

Is that when he beat you up?

First time, yes.

Other stairs!

Yes!

I was waiting for the Causton bus

when a black Saab drew up.

To be honest, I thought
it was my ex-boyfriend,

but then two people got out,

stocking masks.

One of them punched me in the
face and bundled me in the back.

We think it was Vince's car.

Wouldn't that be too
much of a coincidence?

No, we believe they deliberately
chose his car, to point the finger at him.

And it worked, of course.

What do you mean?

We're holding him here for questioning.

Why did they...
beat you twice?

Did you provoke them?

It was for the photographs.
To scare Alan.

Something else that worked too.

We estimate they made about £ , .

Split three ways,
that's quite a payout.

You think there were three of them?

I know there were three of them.

So he paid the money
and then they k*lled him.

Poor Brenda, too.

Lucky they didn't k*ll you.

That's what puzzles me.

Why are you still alive?

Ah, Sergeant Troy. Come in.

Everything all right?

Fine, sir.

Mrs Hollingsworth,
nice to see you safe and well.

Thank you.

I was just about to ask Simone
where she was held c*ptive.

I'm not really sure.

They put a hood over me in the car.

I had to go up steps,
concrete steps.

Block of flats, I thought.

And the room you were held in?

Small, dark. It could have
been anywhere, I'm afraid.

No, I don't think so.

I think, it was a very particular room.

And I think I know where it was.

- Really?
- Yes.

Why didn't you come get me?

Because I wasn't sure until
Sergeant Troy walked in just now.

You were held...

...in the attic...

..of Miss Lawton's cottage.

I'm surprised you
didn't recognise it.

Well, I'm sure I would have done...

I thought you might be there

when I saw the chicken leg

in Sarah's fridge.

"Hello, Mrs Anderson. That's
a lot of food for three people."

One of them is a vegetarian.
Right, Sarah?

So the chicken leg was
probably your supper, Simone.

Are you absolutely certain about this room?

Mrs Hollingsworth...

I've just been there.

You've broken into my house yet again!

That is outrageous, Inspector.

And you've got staying power,
I give that to the pair of you.

But your story ran out of
steam five minutes ago.

The three people I'm looking for

are Simone, her ex-boyfriend and you.

You for the m*rder
of Alan Hollingsworth.

- Uh...
- What?

Oh that's good.

Surprise and indignation all
rolled into that one word "what".

Trouble is, I've been in this game so long,
I can hear something else as well.

Guilt.

"You slipped a bottle of sleeping
pills of their casings. Haloperidol."

"You waited till Miss
Molfrey was safely asleep

and then you let yourself
into Alan's house."

How did I managed to get in?

Did I break down a door?

Or use a kitchen window
like the police do?

The key to the back door, Simone's key,

I found it amongst your underwear.

Strange place to keep it.

Strange place to look for it.

"He was spark out in
the living room, drunk."

"You brought him round and right
under his nose, you mixed a cocktail."

"Haliperidol and whisky, one
to hide the taste of the other."

There's a drink here.

"He was only half conscious."

"He had no idea that
you were k*lling him."

"All he could see when you offered
him the glass was another whisky."

There's a rogue print,

just one,

on the whisky bottle we
found beside Alan's body.

You saying that print won't match up

to those on the teacup
you've just been using?

It's upstairs with a
fingerprints officer.

Well?

Simone, what do you
want to say to her?

- Nothing.
- Oh, come on!

This is the woman that's
k*lled your husband for you.

How about thank you, at least?

I'm not quite sure what game
you're playing, Inspector.

You wanted her to k*ll him.

You wound her up to do it.

That, in itself, is a crime.

All I know is, the world's
rid of a complete bastard.

You believed her because she had
the bruises to prove it, didn't you?

Let me tell you something.

Alan Hollingsworth never,
never laid a finger on his wife.

That isn't true.

The bruises that Alan's
supposed to have given her

they're as fake as the
ones she's wearing now.

Oh, do you know, it's moments like
this that I do miss dear Simone.

She was so good at make-up.

My sergeant doesn't understand.

Neither did I till I learnt that you'd worked
for the cosmetic firm, hadn't you, Simone?

Show 'em what I'm talking about.

Wipe off your bruises.

Wipe them off, or
I'll do it for you.

Go on.

The bruises she said Alan
gave her are just like that.

You fell for it.

She's good at details.

You had some yob dumped
you off at my house.

to give weight to the kidnap story.

Were you driving that van, Sarah?

I don't drive.

You had better start helping me...

unless you fancy years in jail.

Help you? How?

I know she was driving the car that
forced Brenda Buckley off the road.

I know it, but I can't prove it.

I know that she set Alan up.

I know it, but I can't prove it.

I know she pressured
you to k*ll him.

That is incitement

and you could get clean away
with it, if you testify against her.

Never!

Nothing in the world you
wouldn't do for her, is that it?

Precisely!

Sarah...

...if you go to prison,
as you will...

...you will meet women who
terrify the life out of you.

Think about it.

I've done all the thinking I need to.

Let's see if Vince
has any more sense.

Good luck.

How did you divide up
the money then, Vince?

£ , to you, same to Sarah?

I haven't the faintest idea
what you're talking about.

I still have a witness
that saw you in the car.

So you say.

Only not very clearly, if that
photofit was anything to go by.

So it was you, then.

I told you the other day,
my car was stolen.

Vince, she k*lled someone.

It wasn't you, you were
in the passenger seat.

Sarah doesn't drive.
So it was Simone.

So you say.

I still haven't the faintest idea
what you're talking about then.

Shut up, Troy!

I didn't say anything.

You were going to say,

"Never mind, sir. We
gave it a good crack."

That woman is going to walk out of here
with £ , and a m*rder on her CV.

Why? Because Sarah bloody Lawton fell
on her sword in the name of love,

and Vince kept his trap
shut in the name of money.

There must be something
we can use, surely.

Oh oh, yes, oh yes.
She wasted police time.

Shall we do her for that
instead of Brenda's m*rder?

What?

I'm gonna clean up that cesspit
known as Morton Fendle.

And that Gray Patterson,
for starters.

For bribing Cathy Bullard.

She seems fine about it now.

Okay then, Reg Buckley.

For skimming the mill fund
to buy £ , of hi-fi.

Three thousand?

Three... you know how much that cost?

- £ .
- £ from

Now what can he hear that I can't huh?

So you don't think Reg is being punished
enough, losing his daughter?

Depends on your view
of daughters, I suppose.

But at least, let me
have the Andersons.

If self importance is not
a crime, it should be.

Plus they have their
fingers in the till.

It seems the only honest people in
Morton Fendle are Bunny and Elfrida.

Apart from the draw, that is.

You what?

The marijuana.

He grows it in the greenhouse.

What they don't smoke themselves,
they put some in the Bunny cakes.

I thought you knew and
were turning a blind eye.

- Please, help yourselves.
- Thank you.

What was it you wanted to
talk to us about, Miss Molfrey?

I thought I should...
let you know...

Are you all right, sir?

You know, ten minutes in
your company and I feel better.

That's the only way to describe it.
Better.

Oh, the Bunny cakes!

Oh, how nice.

Oh! You do.. do know they've
already gone, don't you?

Simone and Vince? Yes.

One of the Greek islands
for a month, I'm told.

To get away from it all.

You must be so disappointed
that you couldn't nail her.

Well, one case closes,
another opens.

What is it now?

Oh, come in,
do, do come in!

Coffee, Bunny.
There's a good boy.

Coming.

Now. Tell us all.

What are you investigating?

It's a dr*gs case.

The dreaded cannabis sativa.

They're found around here,
you know?

Where ever are?

Hmm... yes.

Well, that's very nice, thank you.

They grow it in greenhouses,
in between the tomato plants.

It can look like one, you see.

May I?

Fine, fine, yes.

No, I mustn't, it'll spoil me dinner.

But...

..we are on top of it.

What is that?

That is weedkiller, Mr Dawlish.

One capful to one gallon of water

and the cannabis sativa
keel over like ninepins.

Now, I'm supposed to check
every greenhouse in the area.

So, um... shall we...?

- Greenfly.
- Greenfly?

I've sprayed it all. For greenfly.

Oh, dear. Well,
some other time, then.

Very soon.

Inspector.

You really are a most
charming and gracious man.

And if I were forty years younger,
I'll take a real flyer at you.

If you were forty years
younger, Miss Molfrey,

I'll charge you with
supplying cannabis.

Thanks, you can go now.

How are you coping?

Will you come straight
to the point, Sergeant?

Fair enough.

You've been sidelined.
By Simone.

Ever wondered why she doesn't visit?

She's moved away.
To Cumbria. She writes.

Did she tell you she and
Vince were married?

See the other girl in the photograph?

She's their constant companion.

Look, why don't I get straight to
the point like you asked me to?

They've shacked up together.

Now, if I'd been betrayed like that,

by somebody I was doing time for,

I wouldn't keep quiet.

I know you won't want
to take my word for it.

That's understandable.

Why not check it out?

Then get back to us
when you're ready.

All the relevant documentation

was with the CPS

July.

Given the extreme age
of the defendant...

Troy?!

Hello?

Just a sec. Sir?

What?

Sarah Lawton.

Who?

Sarah Lawton, you remember?

She wants to talk to you.

Hello?