02x03 - Dead Man's Eleven

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BIRD SCREECHES

WOMAN: 'There was once a land
far, far away,

that was ruled over
by an evil king.'

'All the people were slaves.'

'Nobody's ever allowed to have any fun.'

'But in this country, there lived a knight.'

Matthew, sharpen it up, will you?

'He was brave and handsome.'

'And his name was Sir
Percival Prancelot.'

Sir Percival Prancelot?!

That's right!

'He was the kindest, most handsome
man in the whole kingdom,

and whenever there was a dragon
to k*ll, the King sent him.'

'So while the King sat in his castle,

counting his money...'

No, for God's sake.

Just get on with it, Frasier.

'Sir Percival put on his
sword and his armour

and set off on his quest.'

HORSE NEIGHS

'He had to go on his own
because all the other knights

were too scared to go with him.

'They all hated dragons even
more than they hated the King.'

PERSISTENT COUGHING

Here, take a sip.

Not too much.

Do you want me to go on?

'They all hated dragons even
more than they hated the King.'

You read that.

(LAUGHS) Right!

'Anyway the next day, Sir Percival
got up early and set off.'

'The dragon that the King had chosen

lived in a dark cave on the other
side of the crimson forest.'

'And not one person who had approached
it had ever been seen again.'

HORSE NEIGHS

'The dragon would swallowed them
whole with a great fiery gulp.'

DEEP GROWLING

'But Sir Percival wasn't afraid.'

'He rode to the cave,
and when he got there...'

DEEP GROWLING

THEME MUSIC

RUMBLE OF THUNDER

GENTLE APPLAUSE

Yes, one!

Just along here.

It should be coming up on the right.

Here.

It's beautiful.

What do you think, Tom?

You want to know what I think?

No. No, don't say anything.

I could just see you here, Dad.

Join the local cricket team.

Go out and bat for Fletcher's
Cross every Saturday.

Be careful what you say, young lady.
This is all your fault.

Mr and Mrs Barnaby?

That's us.

Oh, do come in!

Look, that's a lovely sound, isn't it,
the bat against the ball.

Very English.

Oh yes, long summer afternoons
spent in peace and harmony.

I always say, that if Jesus
had played a sport,

I'm sure it would have been cricket.

Come on.

Yes!

No!

Run, man, run!

No, wait!

Andy.

CHEERING

Sorry.

That was rotten luck, Robbie.

Oh, shut up.

And here we are, back again
in the living room.

There's not a lot to see, I'm afraid.

Lovely.

Thank you. You're very kind.

Ooh. Here's Colin, my husband.

This is Mr and Mrs Barnaby
and, er...

Cully.

I'm sorry I couldn't be here.
I've been up at the church.

It's Whit Sunday tomorrow, of course.

Colin does the altar arrangements.

So...

How do you like the house?

Oh, it's very nice.

We've been very happy here.

Oh, yes, we've been blessed.

But... it's time to move on.

What is your line of work, Mr Cooper,
if you don't mind me asking?

Colin is in security at
the Causton Museum.

But we're putting that all behind us.

We are hoping to travel,
in Africa.

Missionary work.

How about you, Mr Barnaby?

I'd say you're a businessman or,

perhaps some sort of civil servant?

Oh, you're close. Actually I'm a
police officer with Causton CID.

Oh!

Really?

Thank you.

You see, that's exactly what I mean.

The first house we visit and
the owners are barking mad.

That's not fair, Tom.
They're just very religious.

I'm not talking about that.

Did you see the look on their
faces when I told them what I did?

Oh... Tom.

They were nervous
and now I think about it,

how can a security man in a local
museum afford a place like this?

Well, maybe he inherited it.

Here we are.

Oh, thank you.

- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.

Enjoy it.

I don't see why we can't
just stay in Causton.

Because with Cully gone...

You don't really want
to move in with Miko?

We've been together
for two years, dad.

You don't like London.

I love it.

We are moving.
We all agreed.

And I thought Portland
Place was charming.

Oh, it's just not the house.

Well, what is it, then?

It's just that I like
living in Causton.

A townie!

Yes! I mean think about it, Joyce.

Every time I go into any Midsomer
village, it's always the same thing.

Blackmail, sexual deviancy,
su1c1de and m*rder.

How could you possibly expect
me to go and live in one of them?

Tara!

Yes, Robbie?

It's that bloody woman again,
Beamish, Beavis, whatever.

Take care of her, will you?

Yes, dear.

Dad...

What do you want?

I was just wondering if you had time to
consider what we talked about, you know...

...the loan.

Not now, Stephen.

Well, it's just that it's been a week now,

and I'm getting a lot of
pressure from the bank.

This is neither the time
nor the place, damn you.

I'm watching the game.

Right.

Shouldn't you be padded up?

Don't worry...

I won't miss my innings.

Is this what you're looking for?

I'm sorry it took so long to find.

No, I'm so sorry.
We broke your window again.

I should be getting used to it.
Silly of me, really.

I always mean to open the windows
when there's a cricket match.

But I've a head like a sieve.

This is for you.

Twenty pounds!

That's very kind of you.

Thank you.

To mend the window.

And the vase?

Sorry?

There was a vase on the window
sill and that's gone too.

But don't worry about it.

I'm sure I can stick
it together again.

No, no... we'll...
we'll pay for a new one.

Oh... thank you, Mrs Cavendish.

Shall we say forty five?

Trish?

What are you doing here?

I thought you were meant
to be playing cricket.

I am... but I had to see you.

Can you talk?

You were going to call me last night.

I couldn't.

Who were you with?

Leave off, Stephen.

I fell asleep.
I was worn out.

It's a Friday night.
You know what it's like here.

I missed you.

Yeah.

Tomorrow morning,
I can come first thing.

I'm not working tonight.

Not tonight.

I've got dinner at the hall.

It's my dad's birthday.
I have to be there.

Oh, I see.
It's okay if you stand me up.

It's not like that, and you know it.

I need you.

Oh, Stephen.

DOOR OPENS

Excuse me.

Who's winning?

We're for .

Oh.

Have you tried some fresh
strawberry cheesecake?

Nope. I don't eat puddings.

Oh, no.
Silly me.

You do have such a wonderful shape.

I wasn't going to have any,
but Mrs Wilson insisted.

Anyway I didn't have any breakfast.

I'm starving.

Where's Stephen?

I don't know.
Robbie, have you seen him?

He's gone.

Gone? Where?

I don't know, he slipped away
while you were inside.

Now, do you mind, Jane,
I'm watching the cricket.

Would you care to sign the petition?

I'm sorry?

Fletcher's Cross Ramblers Association.

We're fighting to reopen the
footpath across Cavendish estate.

Well actually, I'm not from here so...

It doesn't matter.
That's just the point.

This footpath has been marked
since the th century.

It cuts right through the mere.
You can see it clearly.

Robert Cavendish, who owns the hall,
he's fenced it off.

We want right of access.

And so far we have
signatures on our side.

- Yeah, well I'm sorry but...
- I'll sign it.

Thank you, dear.

We'll walk where we want to walk.

We'll walk where our
ancestors walked.

You see.

Right to roam, Dad.
She has got a point.

But it's a mere.

Who'd want to walk across a mere?

APPLAUSE

Very good.

Well done, everybody!

Thank you. Thank you.

Right.

Well, we've eliminated
the Badger's Drift XI

pretty much according to plan.

But Thursday, next Thursday,
we have Midsomer Worthy.

They came second in
the league last year,

so we're going to need iron determination
if we're going to eliminate them.

So, I want total mobilisation.

In the nets, Wednesday, six o'clock.

Right?

ALL: Right. OK.

Thank you.

Charles.

Can I have a word,
if you please.

You're out of the team.

What?!

You heard.

I don't want you in
the team next Thursday.

You're just pissed off
because you were run out.

That was your fault.

Don't you dare answer me back,
you little guttersnipe,

or you'll be out of a job too.

You can do the scoring on Thursday,
and be grateful for it.

Do you hear me?

Yes, Mr Cavendish.

Right.

That's good.

Very good.

I haven't played since school.

Yes?

Well... you're just what we want.

Oh!

Next Thursday, we're up
against Fletcher's Cross.

I want to put you in number one.

Oh, right!

I'm glad to meet you, Gavin.

I'm very glad you answered the ad.

Just so long as you're sure
I'm not breaking any rules, Ian.

I mean, it's not as if I live
in Midsomer Worthy.

Who says you have to?

And anyway, who's going to ask?

The important thing is we
take 'em on and beat 'em.

That'll take the smile off his face.

Who?

Their captain's a swine,
an evil bastard.

Name of Cavendish.
Robert Cavendish.

You make it sound personal.

You could say that.
It is.

I'm glad to have you on the team, Gavin.

We're going to k*ll him!

Happy Birthday, Robbie.

Ohhhh!

I hope you like it.

It's superb!

It's an RLB dagger.

Yeah.

The man said it was
used at El Alamein.

Great days!

Well I haven't got one of these.
It's wonderful.

Still got the leather frog.

Yeah.

Oh, it's perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

Thank you.

God, I was lucky to meet you, Tara.

I was the lucky one.

No, no.

If ever I thought
you'd leave me, Tara...

Why do you say that?

Hmm?

We ought to go down.

They'll be waiting for us.

Right.

Are you going to tell them?

If you want me to.

We've got to tell them sometime.

Hm?

Happy birthday, sir.

Happy birthday, Dad.

Happy birthday.

I hope you'll be very happy, sir.

You're all making a lot
of fuss about nothing.

Robbie...

Thank you, Mrs Wilson.
It's a lovely cake.

It's my pleasure, ma'am.

I'll cut it.

Away you go.

I'll go and get the coffee, ma'am.

Ooh, lovely.

Chocolate! My absolute favourite.

I thought you preferred
strawberry cheesecake, Jane.

Well... I... I like them both, really.

I like them all.

God...

What's up with you?

Nothing.

Well, I mean, look at us.

It's grotesque.

The four of us in this
bloody mausoleum.

We're like something
out of Edgar Allan Poe.

Well, you won't have to
put up with it much longer.

What do you mean?

I've decided to sell.

What? The hall?

The whole estate.

What about our cottage?

It's already decided, Jane.

Tara's bored with it.

So am I.

Where are you going?

I want to live in Orlando.

Orlando?!

Florida.

I'm retiring and packing up.

You're right, this place
is a mausoleum.

Tara has persuaded me.

I've had enough.

What, just like that?

Why didn't you talk to me about it?
Where am I supposed to go?

Stephen...

Oh, to hell with you, Tara.

This is what happens when you
marry a woman half your age?

You end up in bloody Disneyland.

What about my business?
You said you're gonna extend the loan.

Well I've changed my mind, Stephen.
I'm fed up bailing you out.

It's high time you learnt to stand up
on your own two feet.

This is all your doing, isn't it?

Ever since you married him,
you've been turning him against me.

I didn't need much turning...

I only want what's best for Robbie.

You'll be all right, Jane.

Have another piece of cake.

DOG GROWLS

Kaiser, what's up with you?

GROWLS AND BARKS

BARKING

Kaiser, come on, boy.

You off then, Mrs Cavendish?

Yep. I'll be back at around ten.

Well, it's a beautiful day.
You enjoy yourself.

Come on, Kaiser.

CLOCK TICKS

DOOR CREAKS

Where are you going?

I didn't want to wake you.

I've just got to nip into the office.

But it's Sunday.

You may not be aware of it, Jane,

but I'm having to work a seven day week
just to keep the whole bloody thing afloat.

But you weren't working yesterday.

Or did you pop into the office
during the cricket match?

What?

Robert said he saw you
slipping away.

So where did you go?

For God's sake, I went for a drink.
Now go back to sleep.

DISTANT BARKING

TARA: Kaiser! Kaiser, here boy. Heel.

Heel. Come on.

Kaiser, here boy.

(WHISTLES) Kaiser, heel!

Come on, Kaiser. Good boy.

Kaiser.

Kaiser! Kaiser!

Come on, boy.

BARKS

Kaiser!

Kaiser!

Where are you?

RUSTLING

Kaiser?

What are you doing here?

Aaaah!

Morning, Troy.

Good weekend?

Yes, sir. Very active.

This is quite a place, isn't it?

Owned by a Robert Cavendish.
Local landowner.

Several businesses.

His wife, Tara Cavendish,
went missing yesterday morning.

What, hours ago?

Uniform were round here yesterday

but when she still hasn't shown up
this morning, they passed it on to us.

Have you organised a search?

Yeah. The woods, the countryside.
They're out there now.

Well, I suppose I'd better have
a word with Mr Cavendish.

I should warn you, sir.
He's not what you call an easy man.

It's about time you
people took this seriously.

What rank did you say you were?

Detective Chief Inspector, sir.

Well, you could have turned up yesterday.

But then I expect you
take your weekends off.

What time did your wife leave the
house yesterday, Mr Cavendish?

I've already told him all that.

Yes, I know, but if you don't mind.

Well, what's he for?

She went out at a quarter to eight.

She normally only goes out
for about an hour,

so ten o'clock I began
to be worried about her.

But at midday,
the dog comes back on its own.

And that's when you first
reported it to the police, yes?

That's right.
Not that that did much good.

Do you think she may have fallen, sir?

I don't know what's happened to her,
I just want her to be found.

Tara Cavendish.
Fair hair, slim, ' ".

Wearing a green anorak.

Age .

Yes, young man.
She is my second wife.

My first wife and I were divorced.

I see you have an interest
in the w*r, Mr Cavendish.

Oh yes.

The Wehrmacht.

Certainly the greatest fighting
force ever assembled.

Swift, ruthless.

You know what that is?

That is an Iron Cross,
first class, from the Moers.

General von Reichenau's th Army.

A superb campaign.

I brought you some tea, sir.

Thank you.

This is Mrs Wilson,
my cook, housekeeper.

These gentlemen are police officers.

- Oh, is there any news yet, sir?
- No.

I did see her leave, yesterday morning,
just before eight.

That was the last time you saw her?

Yes, sir.

But when I made her breakfast
at half past seven,

she did mention that she'd be
walking over to the old quarry.

Why the quarry?

She never normally walks there.

She told you specifically
that's where she was going?

Yes, sir.

But why?

Why mention it at all?

Well, I've no idea, sir.

She just said that's where she'd be.

Well, that's the long and the tall of it.

And then about...
twenty minutes later, she left.

If she was walking near a quarry,
maybe she slipped and fell in.

Yeah, it's always possible, Troy.

There's a face I recognise.

Charles Jennings, Badger's Drift.

I remember him.
He was on the game, wasn't he?

A bum boy.

Sir!

Someone smashed her head in.

Eight or more blows.

Shattered the skull.

Time of death...

sometime in the last hours or so.

Yeah, well, we knew that.

Hmm...

But do you know what they used?

A cricket bat.

A True Play.

I'm not a fan of the game myself.

Just as well, really.

This is enough to
put you off for life.

There was a cricket match
in the village last Saturday.

There's a local league, sir.
All the villages play.

Next week Fletcher's Cross
are playing Midsomer Worthy.

You're very well up in
local sporting fixtures, Troy.

Yes, as a matter of...

Go on.

Nothing.

Could a woman have done this?

A man, woman.
Could have been either, really.

Anything else?

Can't help you, I'm afraid.

The ground's dry, so you're
not going to get any footprints.

Maybe you'll get something off
the bat, but somehow I doubt it.

Oh, God.

Oh, no.

Oh... no.

There will have to be a formal
identification, sir, but...

(TEARFULLY) No.

Would help us if you would
answer some questions now.

(TEARFULLY) No.

We can come back later if you prefer.

No.

No... no!

We've wasted enough time already.

If you'd started looking for her yesterday
when I reported her missing...

What do you want to know?

Did she have any enemies, sir?

No, Tara wasn't that kind of person.

Tara was...

Tara was my wife, that's all.

Would she have been wearing
any jewellery when she went out?

Or carrying anything of value?

No! She was walking the dog!

Robert, what's happened?

Has Tara been found?

Er, excuse me, you are?

Jane Cavendish.

My daughter-in-law.

Is she all right?

Er... no, Mrs Cavendish.

We found a body in the woods
answering to her description.

What? Dead?

Oh, yes.

(MOANS)

Oh...

I mean... that's terrible.

What happened?

Mrs Cavendish seems
to have been att*cked.

We found a cricket bat by the body.

A True Play. Fairly new.

A True Play?

Yes.

A black handle with a red top?

Yes.

That's Stephen's bat...

Stephen?

Well I mean, he does
have a bat like it. My husband.

I bought him a bat like it
at the start of the season.

But um... I'm sure it isn't the same bat.

I mean, it couldn't be.

Mr Barnaby.

Oh, Mrs Cooper!

I didn't expect to see you so soon.

Do you work here?

I'm Mr Cavendish's secretary, yes.

So are you thinking of an interior
design for your new home?

No, I'm actually here
on official business.

Mr Cavendish,

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby from Causton CID and uh...

I'm afraid I have some rather bad news.

It's just unbelievable.

No one would want to k*ll Tara.

It must just have been some...
nutter, out in the wood.

Sir, we understand that you
own a True Play cricket bat.

It has a black handle
with a red top.

Yes.

What about it?

We think it may be the w*apon
that k*lled your stepmother.

What?

She was k*lled with a cricket bat?

- Yes.
- Oh, my Lord.

If it was your bat sir, can you explain to
us how it came to be taken from you?

No.

I keep it in the downstairs loo.

Do many people
have access to the house?

Not really.

The doors are never locked.

Anyone could have come in.

I don't suppose you can tell us
where you were on Sunday morning, sir?

Between about seven and nine.

Sunday morning?

You were at home, perhaps.

With your wife.

Yes.

Er... actually, I went out
for a couple of hours.

I came in here to do some work.

I'd got behind with the invoices.

I was here until about... twelve.

That's funny.

That's someone else
I've seen before.

Stephen Cavendish?

Yeah, he was at the pub on Saturday,

in a passionate embrace with
someone who was not his wife.

it obviously wasn't Charles Jennings.

Mr Barnaby?

Mrs Cooper.

I had to speak to you.

I don't like to be disloyal,
please don't get me wrong.

What he said, Mr Cavendish, it wasn't true.

I'm sorry?

He was never here on Sunday.

I'm always the first to arrive on Monday.

If anyone has been in, I'd have know.

Anyway the invoices are perfectly
up-to-date. I do them myself.

So you're telling us
Mr Cavendish was lying?

I don't like to and I don't want to,

but Colin and I,
we're both born-again Christians,

and the truth is very important to us.

'Whatsoever things are honest,

whatsoever things are true,

think on these things.'

That's what Jesus said.

So you see I had to tell you.
I had to do what's right.

Well, thank you, Mrs Cooper.

I'm sure there's a perfectly
good reason though,

I mean why he told you that.

He may not be what we call
a good or a kind person,

but I'm sure he
wouldn't hurt anyone.

I'm sure he wouldn't.

Thank you.

Right.

Not good?
Not kind?

It's his cricket bat.
And he's lying.

Do you want to go back
and arrest him now?

No, I think I fancy a drink.

Christine.

Yes sir. I just nipped outside, Mr Cavendish.

You spoke to Mr... Barnaby,
whatever his name is.

Yes, he's buying our house.
Well, he might be.

He came to see it last Saturday.

PHONE RINGS

Stephen!

What?

Oh, when did that happen?

Yes, of course.

I'll do whatever you want.

Well, well, well.

Mr Jennings, isn't it?

Mr Barnaby.

You remember me?

I'm not likely to forget you, am I?

Didn't you say you were
working at the hall?

Yeah, I've got a job there.
Four days a week.

I've got a room here so
I help out now and then.

Keeping yourself out of trouble, eh?

Aren't you gentlemen being served?

Half a bitter for me, please.
And Troy, you're driving.

Lemonade, please.

So what's this you're
not telling me, Troy?

Sir?

Something to do with cricket, I think.

Fletcher's Cross versus Midsomer Worthy?

It's a bit embarrassing,
if you want the truth.

I do.

Well you see, I've been trying to take
a bit more exercise, you know.

It comes to us all, Troy.

Anyway, I answered an ad in the
Causton Echo, "Cricket players wanted".

Used to be a bit of a deft hand at school.

And I thought that, something
to do with the weekends.

And?

I'm opening the batting for
Midsomer Worthy next week.

If the game isn't cancelled.

Is there any reason
why it should be?

Well, that's just it.

Robert Cavendish is the captain
of the Fletcher's Cross team.

And last Saturday, our captain, his name
is Ian Frasier, was talking about him.

He said Cavendish was an evil bastard.

And then he said,
"I'm going to k*ll him."

Well, he was talking
about Robert Cavendish.

Yeah.

And he was using the words
in a sporting sense.

Yeah, but there's obviously some
sort of grudge between them.

Anyway, I suppose I better
back down from the team.

No, not at all, Troy.

I'd say you were ideally placed
if there is something to uncover.

Zelda?

When's tea?

Tea? I haven't got time for that, Ian.
I'm doing these.

They're gonna be all over the
village tomorrow. of 'em.

And they're going up Midsomer Worthy
and Badger's Drift too.

Are you sure it's appropriate?

Appropriate?

After the death.

Tara Cavendish was an
empty-headed upstart

who loved playing queen of the manor.

Her death doesn't matter a jot.

These footpaths are years old.

I still don't see...

No. Of course you don't.

You were there on Sunday morning,
weren't you? The Cavendish estate?

Did you see her?

Did you?

Leave me alone, Ian.
Please, I'm busy.

There's last night's nut rissoles in the fridge.

You can heat them up in the oven.

All right?

What are you so worried about?

You haven't said a word all evening.

It's meant.

This is all about that policeman, isn't it?

Barnaby.

He came to the house.
He came to the office.

He's not interested in us.

It's meant, Colin, I know it is.

He's going to find out.

Come on, Flopsy.

He's not going to find out.

I'll look after you.

I... I need to be punished.

I'll punish you.

I want to be hurt.

I'll hurt you.

"Behold, I was shapen in wickedness

and in sin hath my
mother conceived me."

I'll hurt you.

Trish... you know that old
typewriter you got in the office,

do you think I can borrow it?

Yeah, as long as you don't drop it.

Cheers.

Goodnight.

CLACKING OF TYPEWRITER KEYS

We've just taken the particulars of a property
that might interest you, Mrs Barnaby.

It's a converted post office
in Fletcher's Cross.

Very unusual.

Two bedrooms.
A nice view of the green.

Yes, it looks very nice, Miss... um...

- Beauvoisin.
- Ah!

How did you find Portland Place?

We're still thinking about it.

Of course, I wouldn't
wish to hurry you,

but er... these properties do
get snapped up very quickly.

Would you like me to arrange
a viewing of Dunmailin?

I'm sorry?

The post office.

Good morning, Troy.

Good morning, sir.

What have we got?

Robert Cavendish used to
run a quarrying company.

But he closed it down nine years ago.

It was very unexpected apparently.
A lot of jobs losses.

Go on.

He married his second
wife around the same time.

Any news on the cricket bat?

Stephen Cavendish
has confirmed it's his.

No prints though. We've got the
PM report through from Peterson.

Time of death, nine o'clock,
Sunday morning.

Oh... and this might interest you.

"Country Life", Troy.
That's a bit out of my league there.

There's a picture of the halls
of Robert Cavendish's place.

It seems he put it on the market
just before his wife died.

Hmm...

I think we should
talk to his son first.

Mrs Wilson!

Oh, that's right, sir.

I work at the hall, but I do two days
a week for young Mr Cavendish too.

Is there any news yet, sir?

About Mrs Cavendish, I mean.

Not yet, I'm afraid.

It's a terrible thing.

And to happen just the
day after his birthday too.

His birthday?

Yes, Mr Cavendish senior,
he was years old.

And then this.

Is Stephen Cavendish in?

No, sir, he's just nipped
out with the dog.

But Mrs Cavendish is here.

Wilson?
Who is it?

Robert did mention that
he was going to sell the hall.

He was talking about Orlando, actually.

Of course, that was Tara's idea.

I mean, Orlando.

Wherever next?

Did you and she get on,
Mrs Cavendish?

I suppose so.

No.

I never really liked her,
to be honest.

I know that's a wicked thing to say.

But why should I lie?

It's not as if I m*rder*d her.

Cream?

Not for me.

There.

Tara was so young and so pretty.

And so slim.

She had a way of looking down
that little nose of hers.

Didn't really like her at all
although Robert adored her.

I don't know why.

You were at home on your own,
the morning she died.

Yes, I was in bed.

Biscuit?

No.

No? Mmm... I won't either.

Maybe just one.

To be honest with you, I was quite surprised,
her walking round the quarry.

Oh, why's that?

Well, you must know the stories.

No.

The quarry's supposed to be cursed.

Cursed?

Mmm. That's what everybody says.

First there was the accident,
that was a long time ago,

Robert used to blast there.

Then it was only about,
well months ago,

poor Miss Beavis.

Miss Beavis?

She was the housekeeper
before Mrs Wilson.

She used to take the
dog out sometimes.

One day she went out and
she never came back.

Just like Tara.

She was k*lled?

Well, it was an accident.

The police said that she
slipped and fell but...

That's why it was so strange,
Tara walking there.

Just not a very nice place.

Stephen.

Mr Barnaby.

Sir, I wonder if I could have
another word with you?

Yes, of course.

I had a feeling you might be back.

What I told you the other day...

Your whereabouts on Sunday morning.

Yes.

Well, the point is...

I know I shouldn't have,
but I didn't actually tell you the truth.

I wasn't at the office.

I was with a friend.

A young friend.

Wasn't by any chance,
a young lady at the Queen's Arms?

Yes.

Her name's Trish.

Patricia Smith, actually.

She and I are...

Well...

Yes, sir?

Oh, she doesn't know
anyone here, you see.

She only came to the village
about a year ago. From London.

All on her own.

She and I just sort of...
hit it off.

Were you with her all morning, sir?

Yes.

I got there about eight.

She has a room at the pub.

I was with her until eleven.

And the young lady will confirm all this?

Yes, yes of course.

I'd just be grateful if it went no further.

Do you understand?

Oh, yes, sir, we understand.

Perfectly.

So, what did they want?

They were asking questions.

Mmm...

You told them it was
my bat, didn't you?

Why?

I don't know.

Do you want to see me
arrested and sent to jail?

What? You in prison for years,

and me having to start a new life,

all on my own?

No, Stephen.

I can't imagine anything worse.

Bloody woman.

Advertising her intention
to break the law.

And nobody does a damn thing about it.

But then of course, you can commit
m*rder in these parts of the world

and still get away with it.

We're doing everything we can.

Right. What do you want with me then?

We understand that your wife
wanted you to sell the hall, sir.

Yes it was her idea,
but I was in perfect agreement.

Did your son and daughter-in-law
have any say in the matter?

Stephen and Jane?
No, why on earth should they?

It's my property.

Without me, their business would
have gone down the pan years ago.

Did they know about the sale?

Yes, I told them the night before.

You think they k*lled her
to stop it going ahead?

That's absurd.

Is that what you think?

We are pursuing
several lines of enquiry, sir.

You're wasting time.

Pull.

I'll tell you...

something...

that might actually be worth your knowing.

The night before she went missing...

Your birthday.

Yes.

There was somebody spying
on us, outside that window.

The dog barked.

Knew it was somebody.

That's what he's there for.

Did you see who it was?

Dog must have frightened them off.

But if it was

some sort of stalker...

Pull!

Pull.

Thank you, sir.
We'll look into it.

Well, that's all, is it?

There is... just one more thing.

A year and a half ago,
your housekeeper

was involved in an
accident at the quarry.

Miss Beavis. Yes, she died.

What's that got to
do with anything?

You don't see any parallel?

No.

Well, I do.

This Miss Beavis takes your dog for a walk
in the quarry and she fails to come back.

And then she's found dead.

Eighteen months later, exactly the
same thing happens to your wife.

But Miss Beavis fell.

I'd still be interested to know what
else you can tell me about her, sir.

Well, I can't tell you anything about her.

She was the housekeeper.

Now then, young man.

Miss Beavis has a sister,
still lives in the village.

Since your enquiry's
plainly going nowhere,

you might just as well go and waste
some time talking to her, right?

Right.

Pull.

Pull.

CAR HORN BEEPS

Sir, wasn't that...

Yes. Yes, it was.

Oh, please Lord,
not Fletcher's Cross.

I suppose you're here
about poor Mrs Cavendish.

I couldn't believe it when
I read it in the newspaper.

Are you sure it was m*rder?

Are you sure it couldn't
have been an accident?

Oh, I don't think so.

Oh, dear, dear, dear.

But I don't see how I can help.

We wanted to ask you
about your late sister.

Emily.

I don't suppose you could tell
us anything about her death?

She fell into the quarry.

It was Mr Cooper that found her.

Colin Cooper.

Oh, they knew each other, did they?

Oh yes. They were quite good friends.

She wrote to me about him once.

I could find the letter for you if you like.

Yes, that might be very helpful.

Miss Beavis, I don't
suppose you could tell us...

was there anything suspicious
about your sister's death?

Suspicious?

Oh, no, nothing.

Though she did phoned me the night
before, said she wanted to see me.

Did she say why?

No.

And now that you mention it,

I did think it was strange that she
went so close to that quarry's edge.

She was always terrified of heights.

And then there was the
business of the break-in.

The break-in?

Yes, somebody broke into her house.

This house.

The same day that she died.

It didn't look as if
anything was taken.

But it was still a very
unhappy coincidence.

Yes.

But suspicious, Mr Barnaby?

Oh, no. There was
nothing suspicious at all.

Where to, sir?

Causton, I think.

But there's somewhere I
want to stop off on the way.

I suppose he told you about us, did he?

Yes.

Stephen doesn't love his wife, you know.

There's been nothing
between them for years.

Still wish it was out
in the open though.

He wants to marry me, you know.

Oh, why doesn't he then?

It's all them at the hall, isn't it?

Mr Cavendish and Tara.

When she was alive.

Well they're all such snobs.

So what time did Stephen Cavendish
arrive on Sunday morning?

He got here at : ,
he left at : .

You're very precise.

Got a good head for figures.

But the long and tall of it is,
he was with me all morning,

so he couldn't have been at the quarry,
if that's what you're thinking.

Was she there?

Yes, she was.

And?

She's lying.

And there's something else.

You drive. It'll come to me.

Mr Cooper.

Mr Barnaby.

This is a bit of a surprise.

Why is that?

You know I'm pursuing
a m*rder investigation.

Yes, but that's got nothing
to do with me, has it?

We wanted to ask you some questions
about the death of Emily Beavis.

Emily.

But I thought that was an accident.

And it happened ages ago.

You found her.

Yes. It was horrible.

I still pray for her.

She was a friend of mine.

And you used to help her.

I tried to be a good
neighbour, Mr Barnaby.

That's what it says in the Bible.

But... I don't understand...

Mr Cooper, I wonder if you'd mind
coming to the quarry with us.

I'd be very interested to know
exactly what you saw.

I wasn't on my own.

Christine was with me.

We often used to come here.

We liked the birds.
The wild flowers.

So you were walking, then?

Yes.

It was Saturday afternoon.

About four.

Kaiser.

Oh, Kaiser. Do come.

- We heard Emily calling the dog.
- Kaiser. Come.

It's so quiet around here.
You can hear everything.

We didn't take any
notice of her, though.

She could have been miles away.

And anyway, we
wanted to be on our own.

To meditate together.

And where exactly were you
"meditating", Mr Cooper?

I'll show you.

Just there.

And then, the next thing we knew,
we heard this scream.

SCREAM

I swear to God I could see
her eyes as she came down.

I could see right into her soul.

She hit the ground head-first.

We could see at once
that she was dead.

There was nothing we could do.

That was where she hit.
It was : .

Her watch was smashed in the fall,
so that's how they knew.

So what happened next?

We ran to the car,
drove off and called the police.

Why are you asking all this?

It was an accident.

I think you should let us be
the judge of that, Mr Cooper.

Do you believe him?

I believe he thinks it was an
accident that Emily Beavis fell.

But you don't.

Oh, Troy.

Look at the evidence,
for heaven's sake.

Two deaths in identical circumstances
in exactly the same place.

Yeah, but...

And even without the
death of Tara Cavendish.

Use your eyes.

Look how far she travelled,
for a start.

She didn't come straight down,

she came down in an arc.

That's not a fall.

It's more like a running jump.

And she landed head-first.

Ya. So, if she had just gone
too close to the edge,

she'd have come down feet first,
not in a dive.

But she wouldn't have gone too close
to the edge, she was scared of heights.

So either she jumped on purpose...

..or else somebody pushed her.

You know what I think, Troy?

Yes, sir.

Emily Beavis was m*rder*d.

And by the same person or persons
who k*lled Tara Cavendish.

The only thing is, I can't
for the life of me see why.

Cully.

How was the journey?

Long. Where's Dad?

He said he'd be here.

Oh, he's bound to be late.

You know what he's
like when he's on a case.

How's the house-hunting?

Oh, I feel like your father.

I'm not getting anywhere.

Here he is now.

Sorry I'm late.

So you decided to come
home early, have you?

Miko's on a tour, the flat's got a leak,
and I was missing you.

That's what I like to hear.
This all you got?

I'm only staying for a
couple of days, dad.

Well, that's still reason to celebrate,
shall we have dinner out?

So you're not moving
to Fletcher's Cross then?

I went to see a converted
post office yesterday.

And?

It was ghastly. The letter box was
about the only original feature left.

What about the case, dad?

Mum told me.
What was her name?

Tara Cavendish.

Bludgeoned to death
with a cricket bat.

I'd be less surprised if it had been her
husband, Robert, who comes to his end.

What's wrong with him?

Oh, he is the sort of man
you can't help disliking.

He owned the quarry that seems
to be the centre of everything.

He closed it down.
There were redundancies.

You don't k*ll someone because
they made you redundant.

Not in the town, dear.

But this is the country.

And in the country,
anything goes.

Good night, Ian.

See you tomorrow, Reg.

You take care.

(SIGHS)

All set for the game then, Gavin?

Yeah. Although I'm surprised
it's still on.

You've read about the m*rder, then.

Yeah. Quite a bit.

They got the wrong target.

They should have got him.

Robert Cavendish?

You knew him?

I knew him.

You fancy a drink?

I'd like that.

Just five minutes away.

I used to work for Cavendish.

I was the quarry manager.

Just outside the village.

That was when he ran the company.

You have been reading up on him.

I'm just interested.

Well, er... maybe you know
about the accident, then.

Someone was hurt?

k*lled.

I doubt if they felt a thing.

We were late, you see?

We were exporting to
France, Holland...

All over the place.

And we were having trouble
keeping up with the orders.

And that day,

we were supposed to be blasting,
but there was a fault in the wire.

One of the charges didn't go off.

SILENCE

Now, there are special procedures
in this eventuality.

We should have shut down, evacuated
the place and called in the proper people.

No, for God's sake.

Just get on with it, Frasier!

Cavendish was always on my back.

I knew what he'd say.

"Late with an order,
lose a customer."

Time, efficiency. That's...

..all that mattered to him.

So...

I persuaded one of the
men to try and sort it out.

His name was Matthew Draper.

I'll never forget it.

Thirty-six years old,
married, with a kid.

There was an investigation,
of course.

And I was the one who took the rap.

And they were right.
It was my fault.

I lost my licence...

..and my job.

Cavendish never gave me any help.

And no support,
financial or otherwise.

And then...

Just nine weeks later...

He shut down the quarry.

He'd been planning it all along.

Not a word to any of us.

And a man had died...
for nothing.

We will leave at two o'clock
tomorrow on the dot.

We will be following the path from
this point here, just beyond the lane.

It's a two-hour walk, of which thirty
minutes will be on the Cavendish estate.

Any questions?

Will we get across the mere?

It's been quite wet recently.

Well I checked the path last week and
it all seems perfectly manageable.

Except for one section.

And there's a bridge.

Anything else?

So, until tomorrow at : , then.

And remember, it is our land.

It is our footpath.

It is our right.

I've pulled the file
on Emily Beavis.

It's actually months ago
she died.

No reason to suspect foul play.

Emily Beavis was just a housekeeper.

Not as if anyone benefited from her death.

Apart from her sister.

Doreen?

Well, she inherited the house.

I can't see Doreen Beavis pushing
her sister into a quarry, can you?

What other motive
could there have been?

Then there's the break-in.

There's a note on it.
Here. Look.

Colin Cooper called the police
from his home at : .

That's minutes after she fell.

And some time that same afternoon,
someone broke into her house.

Cooper. That's someone
I wouldn't trust an inch.

Today is the day of the
cricket match, isn't it, Troy?

Midsomer Worthy versus Fletcher's Cross.

Yes, sir. That's why I asked
you for the afternoon off.

Oh, I'm coming to watch you Troy.

As are Cully and Joyce.

What time's kick-off?

At two o'clock.

I'll give you a lift.

Ham, cheese, egg-and-cress.

We'll have the biscuits
and the cakes over here.

Is the urn on, Trish?

No, Mrs Wilson.

I asked you to put it on.

I'm sorry.

Ah, it's all right,
I'll do it myself.

These young girls.

I swear there's nothing
between their ears.

Um... I was wondering, Mrs Wilson...

No one will notice.
You help yourself, my dear.

Thank you. Mm.

These look rather nice.

I'll take that one, too.

Excuse me.

Can I have your attention, please?

I'm sure I don't need to tell
you about recent events.

As a result, I'm sure you understand that
my father is unable to play this afternoon.

I will be captain in his place,

and I just like to thank Colin Cooper,

who has agreed to step in as
eleventh man at the last minute.

That's it. I know it's not pleasant
to think of a death in the village,

but er... life goes on.

So Ian Frasier used to
work for Robert Cavendish.

Until the accident. Yes.

The accident.
What was the name again?

Matthew Draper.

Matthew Draper, Emily Beavis,
Tara Cavendish.

Three unnatural deaths, Troy.

And all in the same place.

No wonder the locals
say the quarry's cursed.

I'll handle this, Troy.

You better go get changed.

Oh, right.

And try not to end up the
way I feel about this case.

How's that, sir?

Stumped.

Miss Beavis.

Oh, do please come in.

Thank you.

Is everything all right?

Oh yes. I heard there was a cricket match
and I didn't want to take any chances.

Oh, right.

Miss Beavis, I was wondering
about that letter you mentioned?

Letter?

Yes, from your sister.

Oh, yes. I have it here.

I kept all her letters.

I don't know why.

Mm.

This is it.
It's about Dad's coins.

I'm sorry?

That was how Mr Cooper helped her.

She asked him to look
at Dad's coin collection.

Emily thought some of them
might be valuable.

And she was quite right. They are.

How valuable?

Some of them are worth £ each.

But I wouldn't sell them.

Emily wouldn't have wanted me to.

And Colin Cooper
valued them for her?

Yes. He's a kind man.
Very kind.

Just remember,

people have been walking this
path since the time of Henry VIII.

Good afternoon, Mr Frasier.

Hello.

Your call.

Heads.

Tails it is.
We'll bat first.

You look comfortable.

Come and sit down.

I will.

Fletcher's Cross won the toss.

Oh, here comes Troy.

Yep!

CHEERS

Well done, Troy!

You never told me
Gavin played cricket.

He obviously has hidden talents.

This way!

This way, everyone.

It's quite dry after this.

Aaargh!

Just one.

No!

That wasn't a four.

Mr Cavendish, do you think
you can ask someone

to take a cup of tea over to
the scoring shed for me?

I'll do it.

Oh, that's very kind of you.

Howzat!

CHEERING

By the way, Tom, I think I
found the perfect house.

Oh, no.

It's a lovely cottage in Badger's Drift.

It's got two bedrooms, two living
rooms and a conservatory.

Conservatory? Sounds like
something out of Cluedo.

Colonel Mustard with the candlestick
in the conservatory.

Tomorrow. Four o'clock.
Don't be late.

What are they clapping you for?

Not very much, I'm afraid.

Useless.

You came out after all, Robert.

Yes.

Ooo, you've got blood on you.
Have you cut yourself?

Oh, yes. I caught my hand on a nail.

Nasty.

(SCREAMS)

What's that?

(SOBS)

THUNDER RUMBLES

I thought I saw Stephen
go into the scoring shed.

He was carrying a cup of tea.

So I went over to see him.

And when you got there?

There was no one there.

Maybe I was wrong,
maybe it wasn't Stephen.

What did you see?

I looked inside.

And he was just lying there,
Charles Jennings.

At first I thought he was asleep.

Miss Smith, you told me that
Stephen Cavendish came to the pub

at five minutes past eight
last Sunday morning.

Now, I want you to think
very carefully about this.

Are you sure that
was the right time?

I don't know, maybe it was later.

I told you what he wanted me to say.

Please don't ask me any more!

I was in here.

Mrs Wilson asked me to take a
cup of tea to the scoring shed.

I took it. I gave it to him.

He said thank you.

I left.

Thank you?

Ta. Something like that.

According to Mrs Wilson, it was
you who offered to take the tea.

Yes. Maybe.

I don't know. She asked and
I just happened to be there.

Do you recognise this, sir?

Yes. It's one of my father's.

Why don't you talk to him?
He was at the match.

He came out of nowhere.

And he had blood on him.

Anyway I had no reason
to k*ll Charles Jennings.

We found this in his pocket.

So he had cash.

£ in cash, sir?

A lot of cash.

Sir, were you and Charles Jennings

involved in a relationship
of a sexual nature?

Don't be disgusting.

You didn't give him any money?

No! Look...

I'm not going to say any more
until I've spoken to my solicitor.

That might be a good idea, sir.

(SIGHS)

- Sir.
- Thank you.

"I saw what happened in the quarry."

"I was watching Mrs Cavendish,
and I know who k*lled her."

"I don't want to go to the police,
but I do want money."

"I want £ in cash
before the end of the week."

"Or else."

Looks as though we've got our man, sir.

Yes, Troy. It looks as if we have.

You are going to formally charge
Stephen Cavendish?

Your infinitives are splitting, Troy.

Yes, I will charge him.

For once, I'm going to exactly
do the wrong thing.

Stephen Cavendish
k*lled Charles Jennings.

Oh, did he?

He was seen going
into the scoring shed.

And he was the last person
to see Charles Jennings alive.

He had access to the m*rder w*apon.

And then there's the letter
we found in his house.

Yeah.

Jennings was trying to blackmail Stephen
over the m*rder in the quarry.

Stephen k*lled Tara Cavendish
to stop her selling the hall.

You've got it all worked out, Troy.

Then there's the lab report on the money
we found on Charles Jennings' body.

Stephen's fingerprints were
found on three of the notes.

Tens or twenties?

Tens? Does it make any difference?

It just might. It's all too neat,
too straightforward.

And there are some questions
you haven't answered.

Such as?

Stephen Cavendish is a very rich man,
at least he is, on the face of it.

If we are to believe the letter,
he has committed the act of m*rder.

So why did Jennings ask for so little?
£ ? It's nothing.

That'd will be a first instalment.

Well even as a first installment, Troy,
he could've asked for ten times as much.

Maybe he didn't want to push his luck.

And here's something.

It was the last thing he did
in his life, the cricket match.

You bowled.
Colin Cooper made one run.

But Charles Jennings
put up the score as a four.

Now why did he do that?

Must have been distracted.

Yes, yes. But why?
What did he see?

Was he trying to tell us something
by changing the score?

And here's something you
have forgotten, Emily Beavis.

Are you telling me, that Stephen
Cavendish k*lled her, too?

Or maybe she has
nothing to do with this.

If she was k*lled, maybe it was
for a completely different reason.

Mr Barnaby.

Mrs Cooper.

I think you know why I'm here.

Now I'm going to give you one opportunity,
just one opportunity, to tell the truth.

Do you understand?

Yes.

You k*lled Emily Beavis.

No!

No. We could never...

Never what, Mrs Cooper?

How far would you go?

You've got it wrong. Sweet Jesus!

Then tell me what happened
that day in the quarry.

It was like we said.

Almost like we said...

We saw her fall.

SCREAM

When we got to her,
she wasn't dead.

But she was dying.

There was obviously
nothing we could do.

And then...
she-she pointed up.

And we looked up there and...

There was someone with her.

We realised that she
must have been pushed.

You never told this to the police?

We were afraid.

Don't lie to me, Mrs Cooper!

You didn't tell the police, because
you had plans of your own, yes?

How do you know?

Because you drove all the way home
before you reported the death to the police.

: . That's minutes later.

Anyone else would have gone
straight to the nearest telephone box.

But you, you had plans, didn't you?

She had these coins.

She asked me to look at them.

There was one there...

I knew immediately
what it was worth.

I'd see something like
it once at the museum.

A Henry III gold penny.

A classic one-type coin.

Could you believe it was
just sitting there in an old box

with some pennies and ha'pennies?

So when you found her dying,
you went back for it.

And then you sold it?

How much for?

£ , .

It wasn't stealing.

Nobody knew.

Nobody would ever have known.

She didn't need it.

If it wasn't stealing, what was it?

It was a sin, Mr Barnaby.

It's not wrong to sin.

Christ came into this world
for the sinners.

To call people to repentance,
Mrs Cooper.

I think that's a word
that's alien to you.

You left an old woman to die...

...and helped cover up a m*rder
for more than a year.

Troy.

Sir?

They're under arrest.
Caution them, will you?

That'll be a real pleasure.

You did say four o'clock
prompt, Mrs Barnaby.

Yes. And it's not like him to be late.

Mum.

Well, he is on a case.

Here he is now.

Sorry I'm late.

I was beginning to think
you weren't coming.

Well, I made you a promise.
Here I am.

This it?

Dad! I think it's very pretty.

Good afternoon, Mr Barnaby.

Oh! Miss Beauvoisin, isn't it?

I used to know her former employer.

Mr Eastman is now divorced...

...and living in Morocco.

Shall we go in?

Anyway, welcome...
at last to Long Trees,

which has been on the market
a very short time.

Sorry?

What did you just say?

I just said that...

I'm sorry, Miss Beauvoisin.
Er... Joyce. Cully.

Mr Barnaby!

Some other time.

You told Sgt Troy about an accident

that happened in the quarry
about nine years ago.

You never told me you
were a police officer.

You never asked.

I invited you into my home, and
all the time you were spying on me.

Please, tell me about the man
that was k*lled in that accident.

There's not much to tell.

His name was Matthew Draper.

You said he was married,
with a child.

But that child was a girl,
wasn't it?

Yes.

Oh, forget that.
What about me?

I know Robert Cavendish
was responsible for this.

He sabotaged that bridge.
Now what are you going to do?

Oh, shut up!

You stupid, stupid woman.

They're not interested in you.

Nobody is interested in you,
or your bloody footpaths.

They never have been.

Now, if you don't mind...

...I'll show you the door.

Zelda is right,
for what it's worth.

Probably was Robert Cavendish
who sabotaged the bridge.

Aaargh!

But whatever you may think about
Robert Cavendish, he's no k*ller.

In fact, it occurs to me he's much
more likely to be the victim.

He closed down the quarry.

You said it Troy.
Not the easiest of men, is he?

The way he ran that business.
An arrogant man.

All that n*zi stuff.

If anyone in Fletcher's Cross
is a target, he's it.

You mean someone
was out to get him?

They k*lled his wife, framed his son.

k*lling him's too easy.

They're out to destroy him, slowly.

So Charles Jennings' letter...

There was no name on it.
Could have been sent to anyone.

And then planted in Stephen's house.

Yeah. But Jennings wrote that
letter to someone he knew

who had far less money
than Stephen Cavendish.

That's why he was
only asking for £ .

But who?

Someone who had access to
both the hall and the lodge,

who could steal the bayonet
and the cricket bat,

who could plant the letter,

and get their hands on
banknotes they knew

carried Stephen Cavendish's fingerprints.

More wine, sir?

Yes, please.

Oh, it's a terrible business, sir.

I can't imagine how
you must be feeling.

First, lovely Mrs Cavendish.

And on the day after
your th birthday.

So young.

With her pretty face all smashed
in like that with a cricket bat.

And now young Master Cavendish, too.

He'll be going to prison.

No doubt about it.

I don't think you'll be
seeing him again.

Now, you drink up, sir.

Dinner's almost served.

Take the k*lling of Emily Beavis.

Why was she k*lled?

It had nothing to do
with that coin of hers.

What possible reason could you
have to k*ll an elderly housekeeper?

Well, you might k*ll her if
you wanted to replace her.

BEEPS HORN

Actually...

I can imagine how you
must be feeling, sir.

I used to be married myself.

My Matthew...

...he was a wonderful man.

Of course...

you wouldn't remember his name.

He was nothing to you.

To me...

he was the kindest, most
handsome man in the whole kingdom.

And whenever there was a dragon
to k*ll, the King sent him.

To me...

..he was everything.

He was my knight in shining armour.

And I'll never forget
the day he died!

The day you took him from me!

(SLURS) It wasn't me.

It... was... F-Frasier.

Frasier was doing
what you told him to do!

It was you! You were the one!

Oh. Oh, but you
must forgive me, sir.

I, I shouldn't be talking like this.

How's the wine?

I hope the little Valium I put in it
didn't spoil the bouquet.

Mrs Wilson had access to the
cricket bat and the bayonet.

The £ notes we found,
with Stephen Cavendish's fingerprints,

probably her wages.

So she's Matthew Draper's wife?

His widow, yes.

And she spent nine years planning revenge
for what had happened to her husband.

Changing her name.
Changing her appearance.

Moving to Fletcher's Cross and
k*lling an innocent housekeeper,

simply so she could move in on
the family as her replacement.

First time we first her, I knew
there was something wrong.

Except when I made her breakfast
at half past seven,

she did happened to mention that she'd
be walking over by the old quarry.

Why should Tara have been so specific
about where she was going?

Why mention it to Mrs Wilson of all people?

But then maybe she never did.

Remember, it was essential to Mrs Wilson's
plan that the body should be found.

And of course she knew
exactly where it was.

Kaiser!

Where are you?

Kaiser?

What are you doing here?

(SCREAMS)

Can you overtake this thing?

CAR HORN BLARES

Well, you said it, sir.

Oh, right.

So Mrs Wilson k*lled Tara Cavendish?

Yes. She committed that m*rder.

But she wasn't working alone.

What? There were two of them?

Oh, come on, Troy.
Try and keep up.

She had her daughter, too.

Mummy, I'm here.

Ah! Dear, at last.

That's my girl.

Show him what you've got.

Can he see me?

Oh, yes. He's awake.

Show him.

Would sir care to commit su1c1de?

So who k*lled Charles Jennings?

That was Patricia Smith.

Alias Trish, the barmaid.

In fact, Matthew Draper's daughter.

Mrs Wilson set Stephen Cavendish up,

but this time it was Trish
who wielded the knife.

It happened just at the moment
when Colin Cooper hit his single.

Do you remember
the scoring went wrong.

All the scores were
on a rotating loop.

And he must have been pulling
it down when she struck.

No!

That wasn't a four!

Her timing was perfect.

Mrs Wilson watched Trish go in.

Mr Cavendish, do you think
you could you ask someone

to take a cup of tea over
to the scoring shed for me?

I'll do it.

Oh, that's very kind of you.

There was no light
inside the scoring shed.

And it would have been even darker
coming straight in from the sun.

It was a hell of a risk.

They don't come more cold-blooded
than these two.

I brought you a cup of tea.

(DEEP VOICE) Ta.

After that, all she had to do was
put the body back as we found it,

put back the cap and the jersey,

step into the doorway as if
she'd just got there and...

(SCREAMS)

I have to say, they both
acted their parts brilliantly.

And as for Trish, she was having
an affair with Stephen Cavendish

simply to destroy him.

She gave him an alibi alright,

but managed to make us
know that she was lying.

Remember when she broke down, Troy?

I don't know.
Maybe it was later.

I told you what he wanted me to say.

Please don't ask me any more.

I told you what he
wanted me to say.

It had me fooled.

I mean, it's unbelievable.
All this planning.

They're an incredible pair, those two.

And they haven't finished yet.

SIRENS

Well, I've enjoyed working
for you, Mr Cavendish.

But if you don't mind,
I'm gonna say goodbye now.

(WEAKLY) No. Wait!

Oh, no. We've waited
quite long enough for this.

You k*lled my daddy!

Wh-What?

I paid!

Compensation?
Money?

That's all you thought he was worth.

Can I do it now?

Yes, dear. But remember,
it has to look like su1c1de.

You wife in the grave,
your son in jail.

Is it any wonder you
took the easy way out?

SIRENS

Finish it!
Do it now!

(CRIES OUT)

(SCREAMS)

No!

(SOBS)

All right, Tom.
You win.

A terraced house
in Addison Crescent.

A bungalow in Brolly Street.

A Victorian semi in Raven Court.

And all right here in the
centre of Causton.

Ah.

After that horrible story,

I'm not sure I want to visit
the country ever again.

There's one thing I don't
understand though, Dad.

What was it that that estate agent lady
said that made it all click for you?

Ah! Miss Beauvoisin.

It was the house name, Long Trees.

Welcome, at last, to Long Trees,

which has been on the market
a very short time.

Sorry.

What did you just say?

And her saying it had been on
the market only a short time.

What about it?

Well you see, when I
was talking to Mrs Wilson,

this is before we found Tara Cavendish,

she said something very odd.

I've no idea, sir.

She just said that's where she'd be.

That's the long and the tall of it.

And then about minutes
later, she left.

It hardly registered at the time.

But a couple of days later,
I was down at the pub,

and I heard it again.

I've got a good head for figures.

But the long and tall of it is,
he was with me all morning.

The long and the short of it.

That's the actual phrase.

Now for one person to make
that mistake, that's odd enough.

But two of them?

Two people supposedly
hardly knew each other?

It's the sort of linguistic peculiarity...

...that a daughter might
pick up from her mother.

Exactly. And once I made the
connection between the two of them,

everything else just fell into place.

Here's one for you, Tom.

It's a flat above a butcher's shop.

It's your round.

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