04x02 - Destroying Angel

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Agaricus silvicola,

on leaf litter
in association with oak.

Laetiporus sulphureus on oak.

Matured in two days
from small yellow nodules

into a magnificent
fan-shaped ripeness.

As I cut into the frond,

a small quantity of clear liquid
streams from the incision.

Absolute perfect freshness.

Mrs Chambers?

We were wondering if we could say
goodbye to Mr Wainwright?

If they haven't screwed the lid down.
You'll have to hurry.

Inside.

What do you do when you want
to make a quick getaway, Colin?

You don't want to believe
all the rumours you hear.

We'd like a moment alone with
Mr Wainwright, if you don't mind.

Yes, Mrs Chambers.

Oh, have you seen my husband?

No, Mrs Chambers.
Sorry, Mrs Chambers.

We might manage this more
efficiently if I do it myself.

Very good. I'll just stand here

and pick you up from the tarmac
when necessary, shall I?

Joyce, could you please tell Woody
to stop fussing.

Joyce, how lovely to see you.
And this must be your husband.

How do you do?
Tom, this is Woody and Evelyn Pope.

It's Woody's croquet stall that
I'm taking over in the village fete.

What a very pleasant surprise,
Chief Inspector.

Mr Punch still keeping the locals
on the straight and narrow is he,

er, Professor?

Oh, you flatter me.

No, I've handed it all over
to someone more able-bodied.

I was expecting Gregory to be here.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Kenneth.

You go on.
I'll join you in a minute.

I hope you don't mind,
I wanted to come -

I do mind. I really don't think
it's appropriate you being here.

What?

If you'd done your job properly,
Karl would still be with us.

Now please, just go.

Karl Wainwright
was an old-fashioned man,

with old-fashioned values
and an old-fashioned heart.

When I first arrived here,

I remember how he used
to extol the virtues of tradition.

How he used to warn us against
the evils of modern gimmickry.

I think we probably all felt

he was a little too suspicious
of the central heating

as our hands turned blue
in the harsh winters

and our bedside water froze solid.

But we loved him, nonetheless.

And there's no denying

his personality is firmly stamped on
the hotel he owned for 40 years.

It's a tradition to which I know
his successors will be committed,

with a few necessary
modernisations of course.

But enough of the hotel.

We're here to celebrate
the full life

of a wonderful, caring
and much loved human being.

Grace of our Lord Jesus Christ,
the love of God

and the fellowship of the Holy Ghost
be with us all evermore.

- Amen.
- Amen.

You probably don't feel
up to the reception.

He means he's not up to it.

You're not much of a sweet sherry
man, are you, my dear?

Oh, Suzanna.
Mr and Mrs Bream.

What a delightful service.
Thank you.

Why don't you come back
to the house for a drink?

Tom doesn't look much of
a small talk and sherry man himself.

You're as bad as each other.

Of course, Karl was always
a generous supporter of the fete.

We can depend on the continued use
of the hotel grounds

in future years?
This will be the last year.

I'm afraid you'll have to find
somewhere else to stick your Maypole

in the future.

Excuse me.

Suzanna, I didn't see Gregory
at the service.

Oh, don't worry.

I'm sure he'll be back in time
for your Punch and Judy show.

Even if Karl's funeral
wasn't important enough for him.

You don't know where he is?

No, I don't.

She's got quite a reputation,
does Evelyn.

There was a woman here in the village

who'd been battered by her husband -
oh, for years,

But she refused to take any action.

Then Evelyn's Punch and Judy show

included some none too oblique
references to the husband

and the next day she walked into
Causton nick and pressed charges.

Really?

There's always one or two locals
holding their breath

when Mr Punch takes the stage
in Midsomer Magna.

Well, perhaps we should start
anyway?

The fete committee suggested
I paint up a new sign.

I quite like this one.

You'll have to watch him.

Now I can no longer wield
a mallet in anger,

he's on the lookout
for a new croquet partner.

You have to stalk the ball, you see?

Come on now. Your turn.

"I leave the hotel
and my modest capital

to be divided equally between
Suzanna Chambers, Gregory Chambers,

Julia Gooders
and Tristan Goodfellow.

I know I can trust them

to continue running the hotel
in the same traditional manner."

Gregory's still not here?

No, we should be loading
up the theatre.

Clarice Opperman.
How do you do?

Oh, I'm sorry.
This is Clarice, my niece.

She's staying with us,
her parents live in Kenya.

Clarice,
this is Tom and Joyce Barnaby.

Well, you'll just have to do
the show yourself, my dear.

Me?
No false modesty now.

But I'm not ready.

Of course you're ready.
You'll do an excellent job.

We can't disappoint the children.

Tom, do you think
you could help us load up the van?

We need those nice strong arms
of yours.

Certainly.

We may borrow him to help set up the
other end. Would you mind, Joyce?

We'll be fine. Don't worry.

If he tries showing you his pendulum
stroke, just watch his hands.

You tell me where that baby is.

I had a misfortune.

A misfortune?
What kind of misfortune?

The child was terrible cross.

I throwed it out the winder.
You throwed it out the winder?

I'll fetch the Constable
and have you locked up.

Oh, I'm sorry, I -

Ohh, she's dropped a puppet.

Where's he gone?

Where's Mr Punch?

Where IS Mr Punch?

That's a very good question.

He can be quite an elusive,
big-nosed gentleman, can Mr Punch.

A natural mimic.

- Now, where can he be?
- He's behind you.

He's what?
He's behind you.

- He's behind me?
- He's downstairs.

Someone's telling wee porky pies.
No.

Oooh!

See, I told you.

Well done.
I dropped the puppet.

You kept it going beautifully.
Didn't she, Tom?

It was very, very good.

Your first solo show.

Any news on Gregory?
No.

I wonder if we should check
the hospitals or something.

Bowls in short and pulled away
by Schofield, that'll go for four.

Yes.

Hello?
Troy?

Oh, hello, Sir. Wasn't expecting
to hear from you today.

There's something
I want you to do for me.

It's a possible missing person -

Sorry, Sir. Didn't quite catch that.

Will you turn the radio off
and listen, Troy?

Sir. Yep?

The man's name is Gregory Chambers.

45 years old, medium build -

If there's been any kind of
an accident, we should find him.

Isn't that Annie Tyson?

Annie, dear.
Have you seen Gregory at all?

No. Should I have?

Not to worry.
Looks like a good day's sh**ting.

He didn't go up to the woods,
mushrooming?

Not as far as I know.

Oh, where the hell is it?
Maybe he's gone walkabout.

Karl's death unhinged him.

Well, that wouldn't take
an awful lot, would it? Ah.

Have you got anything?

Oh, I see, yeah.
Thank you, thank you, Troy.

There's no news.

Look, I'm sure he's fine.
Now you'll have to excuse me,

I have a Gothic heap I have to drag
screaming into the 21st century.

I haven't seen him all day.

Listen up.

Seems Gregory Chambers
hasn't been seen since this morning.

Anyone here seen him,
knows where he might be?

Maybe he's found himself
another woman, done a runner.

Well, what's sauce for the goose...
Ain't that right, young Clarice?

Whether or not he had someone else,
and I'm not saying he did,

he would've phoned
to say he couldn't do the show.

What, he didn't do
the Punch and Judy?

No, Peter, he didn't.

Well, what the hell's
happened to him?

It's just as well
the money's come through.

My selection of malts
is getting a bit threadbare.

Don't be ridiculous.

I heard about
your little outburst today.

You really must make an effort
to control those nerves of yours,

my dear.

Ow.

And, ah, bring torches
'cause it'll be dark soon.

Sorry about all this. Ben's
picking me up. Shall I tell Joyce?

Yes, please. Tell her I'll -
I'll see her at home.

What's going on?

We're searching the woods.
You cannot be serious?

Suzanna, can't you feel it?
Something is wrong.

Look, he'll turn up tomorrow and
wonder what all the fuss was about.

What if he doesn't? What if
he's lying up there right now,

concussed with a head wound
from a bad fall or a falling branch?

No, I'm sorry, this is ridiculous.
I'm late for the designers.

You going to give us a hand, Tyson?

We're searching the woods
for Gregory.

You mind you don't startle them
pheasants.

Annie's father,
the hotel gamekeeper.

Annie's father?

Gregory.

Keep a straight line now.

Clarice? Where are you going?
I want to check something.

Come on, Gregory,
this is valuable drinking time.

You found something?

Sorry,
I've just checked the bedroom.

A bag's gone
and some of his clothes are missing.

I'm afraid
you've all been wasting your time.

Call it off?

Oh my god!

Mrs Chambers identified
the ring on the finger as his.

We'll have to wait for fingerprints
for a definite ID,

but there's little doubt

we're looking at the right hand
of Gregory Chambers.

My guess is that the hands were
removed to hamper identification.

Probably the head as well.
Somehow this got left behind.

It couldn't have been severed during
the course of the m*rder itself,

could it?
I don't think so.

It was a hacksaw that was used.
Not a classic m*rder w*apon.

Well, thank you, George.

A severed hand?

Yes. Yes, I understand, Chief
Inspector. I'll be there shortly.

I'm going to have to go
to the hotel.

Who could have done it?

I don't understand. Why?

Poor Gregory.

God, this useless body. I -

First Mr Wainwright and then this.
Poor Suzanna.

We'll want to start the interviews
tomorrow morning.

Yes, of course.
Thank you.

Oh, this is fine. Fine.

Good. Well, I'll... I'll brief
the staff.

Ah, there's one more thing.

Mr Wainwright's will.
Was Gregory mentioned in it at all?

Yes, he was. He received
one quarter of everything.

The entire estate,
including the hotel,

was divided equally between Gregory,
Suzanna, Tristan and Julia.

Julia, that your wife?
Yes, that's right.

Mr Wainwright was childless
and he wanted to pass the hotel on

to the people
who had made it a success.

Who's involved in running the hotel?

Suzanna's the manager.
Julia does the books.

Tristan Goodfellow is the chef.

And, eh, Gregory sort of...
..helped out generally.

Do you happen to know
who would inherit Gregory's quarter?

Naturally it would be Suzanna,
his wife.

Take it out.

Every new professor
should have a new Mr Punch.

He's magnificent.

Clarice, I want you
to do the show at the fete.

You're ready.
I saw that today at the Grenvilles'.

I want you to... to...

I think your aunt would like you
to take over the theatre.

And I'm sure that's what
Gregory would have wanted too.

Now remember...

..put your trust in Mr Punch and
Mr Punch will put his trust in you.

It's all about trust, my dear.

They've found a severed hand
in the woods.

Yes, I heard.

But what if someone saw the car?

They'll be asking questions.
They'll be snooping.

Well, then, they'll find out
just what a naughty boy you've been,

won't they?

Ah, Troy, check the hospitals?

No reports of any one-handed men
in casualty, sir.

So we can reasonably assume
that Gregory Chambers is dead.

Just as well,
when you think about it.

Well, he'd have only been able
to manage a Judy show after that.

Get forensics to check
the hotel incinerator.

Sir?

Sir, I was thinking. You know the
tradition they have here at the fete

of Punch and Judy
exposing local scandals?

You don't think Gregory
could have been topped

to stop him broadcasting something?

The right hand being chopped off,
maybe that was symbolic.

Well, it's certainly worth
considering.

If perhaps a little fanciful.

I understand that
you want to talk to me.

We certainly do, Mrs Chambers.

You've heard rumours
that I have a lover?

Well, it's true.

I've been having an affair
with Tristan Goodfellow

for the last eight months
and it's not something I regret.

I'd be fooling no-one
if I pretended I did.

It doesn't mean
I didn't still love Gregory.

Just not in a physical way.

Sadly he wasn't blessed with any
great enthusiasm in that department.

Can you tell us
when you last saw your husband alive?

Certainly.
About 9:30 yesterday morning.

He was already dressed
for the funeral. We didn't speak.

And you had no idea
that he was intending to leave you?

I didn't think he had it in him.

And what were your movements
between the time you last saw him

and the funeral?

My movements? Oh, yes.

Right, well, I had a hairdresser's
appointment at 11 o'clock.

Other than that,
I was here at the hotel.

Which hairdresser's was that?

Petranella's in Causton.
I came back via Badger's Drift

I had to go to the florists.

On my way to the hairdressers,
I went through the woods.

That makes me a suspect, I suppose.

Look, just take another pill.
You'll be fine.

Will you stop telling me
to take another pill?

It's always take another this,
take another -

Oh!

Lily pollen. Look at it.
I'll never get it off.

That's an MCC tie, isn't it, Sir?
Ah, yes, it is.

Look, um...

..I'm afraid my wife's not really up
to being interviewed just yet.

It's hit her very hard,
Gregory's death and whatnot.

So perhaps you could do me first?

I, um, I didn't mention it
yesterday, but actually...

..I drove through the forest
in the morning.

So...

You don't happen to know
what the score is?

The grieving widow.

Don't stop.

How's the search going,
Chief Inspector?

Found any more bits yet?

Of the body.

Nothing yet.

You said you drove through
the woods yesterday, Mr Gooders.

What time would that have been?

Just before the funeral.

Had a meeting in Causton
with my financial advisors.

I left their offices at roughly
11:40 to be back for 12:00.

It's, eh, Trillingham Ltd.
In the High street.

And they'll be able to
verify the time?

I'm sure they could, yes.

Did you stop off? En route?

No, no, no, no.
I drove straight there.

Took about 15 minutes.

It's a reasonable route
to take back from Causton.

It doesn't look as if either of them
had the opportunity.

I mean, 15 minutes,
that's pushing it a bit.

No-one could've had time to commit
the m*rder and dispose of the body.

Anything?
Nothing yet, Sir.

What about Abbot's Pool?
We haven't started yet, Sir.

You'd have to be fit
to carry a body this far.

Well, maybe there were two of them.

Or maybe the m*rder happened here

and the severed hand was taken
to where it was found.

If the m*rder*r or murderers
detached the identifiable parts,

it's a pretty good bet they meant
to leave the rest of the body

somewhere in the vicinity.

So, who do we interview next?

Well, there's Tyson the gamekeeper.

He wasn't exactly one
of Gregory's greatest fans, was he?

And I've got a feeling
the daughter, Annie,

she's gotta be in the picture
somewhere.

But first, we'll start
with Tristan Goodfellow.

I was in the kitchen
from 8:00 till about 10:30.

Then I was in the office.
I had a budget meeting with Julia.

And then I went back to change
for the funeral.

Where was it that you changed?

The Annexe. It's where I live,
at the back of the hotel.

And the kitchen staff can confirm
that you were here?

Until 10:30

and then Julia Gooders can confirm
I was in the meeting with her.

So it's just when I was getting
changed that I was alone.

About 10 minutes.

You didn't have any help
from Mrs Chambers then, Sir?

Not on that particular occasion.

But you're right, I do like Suzanna
to undress me whenever possible.

She's rather an expert.

They've found a severed hand.

Why didn't you tell me last night
they were searching the woods?

Somebody got a bit careless.

Still, there's no point
in fretting about it.

Man plants his seed and then
decides he doesn't want to own it,

he should expect the worst.

You. You!

Yes.

Tristan was with me
from 10:30 till about... 11:40.

We had to cut it short
because of the funeral.

I was wondering, Mrs Gooders -

I saw you after the funeral at
the children's Punch and Judy show.

You seemed a bit on edge.

Yes, it had been
a rather trying day.

But it was my goddaughter's
birthday party and I'd said I'd go.

Never been fond of those... puppets.

Can you think of anyone who would
want to k*ll Gregory Chambers?

No, it came as a total shock.

This village is normally
so... so peaceful.

Annie?

Mr Tyson?

Who invited you in here?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby,

This is Detective Sergeant Troy.
You look as if you need an ambulance.

I don't want no ambulance.

What happened here?

What happened?
Well, I'll tell you what happened.

That damn daughter of mine happened.

She's no good, just like her mother
before her. Like a wild thing.

That. That was an original
Georgian chair, that was.

But what does she do with it?
She breaks it over my head.

Why? Why did she attack you,
Mr Tyson?

Did it have something to do
with Gregory's death?

Mr Tyson, what was the relationship
between your daughter and Gregory?

Up the duff with him, that was her
relationship. Four months pregnant.

And was I happy about it? No.

And did I k*ll him? No.

I shoulda done, maybe.

Get him an ambulance.

Mr Tyson.

Mr Tyson, were you in the woods
between 9:30 and 12:00 yesterday?

Yes, I was.

But there was someone else there
as well. I saw his car parked.

And the person in question
wasn't that keen on Gregory neither.

Who was the person in question?

Colin Salter, conservation nutter.

Didn't like Gregory for collecting
all them wild mushrooms.

"Denuding the woods," he called it.

Denuding?
That's a word, coming from him.

Might have had a bit of company
with him an' all.

Where can I find him?

A bit quick to deflect suspicion,
don't you think?

Yes, but from himself
or his daughter?

Ah, I'm Detective Chief...

..Inspector Barnaby,
this is Detective Sergeant Troy.

I'm not sure that's legal, Sir.

A man can dress as he wishes
in his own home.

Would you mind putting something on,
Mr Salter.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

- It's the pastry.
- The pastry, Colin.

I'm afraid this is not a good time,
Chief Inspector.

Phone and make an appointment,
would you please.

Bloody cheek.
We'll phone and make an appointment.

Four months pregnant? By Gregory?

Apparently his enthusiasm
in 'that department'

was greater than you thought.

I think I feel slightly nauseous.
The gamekeeper's daughter?

You don't think that she might
be responsible? For the m*rder?

Oh, I'll talk to her in due course.

What can you tell me
about Colin Salter

and his relationship with Gregory?

Not even Colin would k*ll
for the sake of some wild fungi.

Mind you, now you mention it,

they did once come to blows
over some puffballs.

You find the subject
of your husband's death amusing?

Alright, listen,
I'm gonna give you a shortcut here.

The reason Colin Salter wanted
Gregory to stay out of the woods

was less to do with mushrooming

than that Colin
wanted the woods to himself.

He often goes there
with his housekeeper, Florence.

He likes it out in the open...

..and I'm not speaking
metaphorically.

Annie Tyson?

Are you alright?

Sir?

What's in this fire, Annie?
Pieces of Gregory's clothing.

Troy, put it out.
There's water over there.

Did you burn these, Annie?

No, the fire was going
when I got here.

Annie, if you knew
these were bits of Gregory's clothing

why didn't you put the fire out?

You must have realised
it's valuable evidence.

Why didn't you call the police?

Sir?

What's this here, Annie?
Is it blood?

How did it get here?

Alright.

Well, that's that then.

Bit of a disappointment
when it's this easy.

They had a row
when she told him she was pregnant.

He had cold feet, they had words,

it turned physical and she k*lled
him, maybe by mistake.

She's certainly fit enough.

And she's a gamekeeper as well,
remember.

They butcher animals all the time.

What about your theory

that the motive was to silence
Mr Punch at the fete?

It's time you met the professors.

Please, Sir, show me
the way. I was never hung before.

Very well. As you're so kind
and condescending.

Here my boy. Now place your head
in here like this.

This is the right and proper way.
The rope placed under my chin.

Now I'll take my head out
and put yours in.

And you must turn around to the
ladies and gentlemen and say,

"Goodbye, fare you well".

Goodbye, fare you well.

That's the way to do it.

It may be a bit much
for a sensitive modern audiences.

But very well done. Take five,
darling. We have visitors.

Any news?

There's been a development,
but before I tell you...

..may I ask you, are you aware
of anything that Gregory was planning

to include in the Punch and Judy show
at the fete,

that might have motivated someone
to silence him?

Not that I can think of.
We hadn't really discussed it.

It was normally a last minute thing.

I see. Thank you.

We have made an arrest.

Annie Tyson.

Annie? No.

We found her at their small holding
by a bonfire

with remnants of Gregory's clothing.

We also found bloodstains
in the back of her Landrover.

Did you know she was four months
pregnant by Gregory?

I'd guessed as much.
I can't believe it.

Sit down. Troy?

Sorry. It's very old and delicate.

I'm trying to learn about fungi.

Oh, you haven't met Sergeant Troy
have you?

Clarice Opperman, Gavin Troy.

What about Suzanna?

Suzanna has an alibi.

And Tristan?

Tristan also has an alibi.

Rock-solid.

Suzanna's confirmed the ID
on the clothing, Sir.

Nothing on the blood stain yet.

It makes no sense.

There was no trace of any body parts
in the bonfire.

They were disposed of somewhere else.
But why?

Why dispose of the body parts
and the clothing in separate places?

Why not just dump it all
in the hotel incinerator?

It'd be much more efficient.

If you didn't put the clothes
on the fire, who did?

Your father?

He couldn't have done.

But you've thought about
the possibility?

The fire was lit this morning

and he hadn't left the house
before I went up there.

All right, where were you between
9:30 and midday yesterday?

Were you in the woods?

I was supposed to be meeting Gregory
on the edge of the woods

at Parson's Gate.

We were going to
the funeral together.

He said everything would be
different after the will was read.

We'd have a new life together.

That's what he said.

Oh.

I thought you were Colin Salter.
Tristan's sick.

We thought it might be
the mushrooms.

Oh, thank heavens.

Thank you for coming.

Could you hurry?

This won't take a second.

Why is it that the people who use
those things always have cars

no self-respecting thief would touch
with a barge pole?

The day you skip it
is the day the thief strikes.

And you've experienced vomiting,
diarrhoea and stomach cramps?

Yes.

And feelings of intense melancholia?

Yeah.

The yellow ones, what are they?

Chicken of the woods.

Considered a delicacy by some,

particularly the Germanic nations
and also the Canadians,

I understand.

Tristan's quite fond of them
as well, aren't you Tristan?

Some say it's toxic
when found on yew.

But the jury is still somewhat out
on that one.

Do you think that's what it was?

Did you eat any of these?

Yeah, three or four.

And may I ask what they tasted like?

Not bad.

Yes, I've heard that.

What are they?

Well?

Amanita Virosa.
Common name, Destroying Angel.

There will be a remission
on the third day.

But I'm afraid it's a false one.

On the fourth or fifth day,

the enzymes that attack
vital organs increase

and the liver and kidneys
are irreversibly damaged.

There are no antidotes.

By the time stomach cramps have
started it's... already too late.

Someone planted those mushrooms.

Oh...

Gregory didn't make mistakes.

In five years of collecting
he never picked a bad one.

It was Gregory who collected
the mushrooms?

Yes. The day before he was... k*lled.

Hm, they kept well.

Why don't you put Colin
on your list of suspects?

He didn't approve of Tristan
cooking the mushrooms either.

I don't know.

You give them your professional
help, they accuse you of m*rder.

Yes, well, you are on our list
of suspects.

Your car was parked in the woods
at the time of the m*rder.

What were you doing there, Sir?

I was going for a walk.

With Florence, my housekeeper,
a bit of a ramble.

She enjoys the wild life as well.

That was Julia. She's found a bag of
mushrooms on their door step.

She thinks they're poisonous
as well.

Enjoy yourself. Have a lovely time.

Thanks very much, Mrs Pope.

Do you know when these
might have been left here?

It must've been since
yesterday evening.

There was nothing here before then.

Destroying Angel.

The death threat.

They're poisonous.
What?

They're poisonous, Kenneth.
The mushrooms are poisonous.

I'm sure there's a perfectly
reasonable explanation.

You mentioned a death threat?

Malicious prank. Nothing more.
I think you need a drink, my dear.

A prank?

No, I'm sorry. They've poisoned
Tristan, and now they're trying to -

Will you please calm down.
No-one is trying to k*ll anyone.

Troy, stop.

Problem?

Troy...

..someone's removed the screws that
secured the cupboard to the wall.

What the hell's going on?

How is she?

The doctor's given her something.
I need fresh air.

It wasn't an accident, was it?

No, I don't believe it was.

Did Tristan receive a death threat
as well?

Yes, but he didn't
take it seriously.

You didn't take the threat
seriously?

After your husband
had just been m*rder*d?

What about Gregory?
Was he threatened?

Well, you're right. We should have
informed the police. I blame myself.

Gregory, Tristan and now Kenneth.
I should have insisted.

You didn't receive a death threat?

No. And neither did Julia.

We'll need to see
these death threats.

They were in the form of notes,
were they?

I'm afraid Gregory threw his away.
So did Tristan.

I know, I know.

But Gregory said

they should be treated
with the contempt they deserve.

I should have insisted.

Julia?

I can't face doing the tombola
tomorrow.

You're not doing the tombola.

I'm sorry, I just can't.

Between us we have two dead husbands
and a poisoned lover.

I think the village will understand.

They didn't think the death threats
should be taken seriously.

What is it, a local pastime?

Where to now?

I believe Suzanna and Julia
have received death threats as well.

Why would she deny it?

Maybe there was something
in the threats

they didn't want us to know about.

A "stop it or else" message perhaps?

You've got to let Annie out.
She'll go loopy in there.

You're not welcome here.
Just go.

You double-crossing swine.
I'll have you.

Mr Tyson, Mr Tyson.

I'm about to release Annie on bail.
Pending further enquiries.

She'll be back with you shortly.

May I suggest that this time
you try and avoid fighting.

Is that wise, Sir?

Annie couldn't have left the
mushrooms outside the Gooders' door.

She was in custody.

Maybe the father's in on it?

I can't pretend I liked Kenneth
Gooders. He was a sneery little man.

And the cook wasn't
a great favourite either.

He did a damned good steak sandwich.

For pity's sake, Woody.

Well, he did. Best in the county.

Will he survive the poisoning,
do you think?

Well, there's some talk
of a liver transplant,

but they're not very optimistic.

Do you know anyone with a knowledge
of wild mushrooms?

Well, I hardly know anything.

You're a suspect.

- I'm not a suspect.
- Yes you are.

I'm not.
I'm not, am I, Sergeant Troy?

Do you know anything
about a mushroom

called the destroying angel?
Told you.

This is not a joke, Miss Opperman.
It's a m*rder investigation.

I'm not really a suspect, am I?

Stop it.

I wanted to run the puppet show?

And that's why I k*lled Gregory?

To get him out of the way?
Oh, come on.

Clarice, don't tease the sergeant.
He's doing his best.

Clarice, there is something
you might be able to help me with.

Earlier, at the Gooders',

Tyson called Suzanna
a double-crossing swine.

Why do you think he'd say that?

I don't know.

I mean, who knows what goes on
in the mind of Matthew Tyson?

It's to do with the hotel.
We don't know that, Woody.

It's a pretty safe bet.
In what way?

It's not helping Annie, you know,
keeping quiet about all this.

The new owners have big plans
to modernise the hotel.

The new owners being beneficiaries
of the will?
That's right.

They're planning to sell off the
rest of the estate to finance it,

which means Tyson and Annie
might lose their jobs.

There's no 'might' about it.
They will lose their jobs.

And their home,

both of which old man Wainwright
promised them for life.

It was Kenneth
who was drafting the contract.

The piece of paper -
do you think that's what it means?

The contract
is the piece of paper?

It could be anything.

We just found Gregory's script for
his Punch and Judy show at the fete.

He'd already prepared it,
at least some of it.

He mentions a piece of paper.

This where you found it?

In the drawer.

Phone call.
It's the station for you.

Troy - could you get that please?
Yes, sir.

Are you going to perform this
tomorrow?

We thought,
as it's a tribute to Gregory,

we should use his words.

And it might be interesting
to see if any of the locals

make more sense of it than we do.

So what's the news?

Forensics have drawn a blank
on the incinerator.

But the blood
in the back of the Land Rover

matches Gregory's.

Annie won't be getting bail then.

What makes you say that?

She's got motive, opportunity,
there's strong forensic evidence.

And we know she's capable
of violent outbursts.

What about the other murders?

Down to her dad. We've just
discovered he's got motive.

Plenty of it. And opportunity.
They were in it together.

Look, if Annie did k*ll Gregory,
it wasn't premeditated,

it was a crime of passion.

I've got no problem
with bailing her.

It'll be very interesting

to see the reaction
of one or two people when I do.

Oh.

Tom.

I asked him to pack the new sign
that I'd painted.

Husbands, eh?

I suppose keeping busy is the best
way of coping with grief.

How's Tristan?

What is it, Woody?
Worried about your steak sandwiches?

He's dying, basically.

Sorry.

We came to offer our commiserations,
that's all.

We must get on.

It's Clarice's big day
with Mr Punch.

The show must go on, eh?

Never mind that Gregory was k*lled
a couple of days ago.

We're doing it as a tribute.

We found Gregory's script
for the fete.

He must have written it
before he died.

It's a pity you can't be there.

Well...

..perhaps as it's a tribute.

Ooh!

Perhaps you should try the coconuts.

Joyce, Hello. How are you?

Ladies and gentlemen.

The special tribute performance
of Punch and Judy

will commence in five minutes.

Excuse me.
Chief Inspector.

Do you know anyone local who's
particularly good at archery?

Locally? Yes, there is someone,
but we won't be seeing him today.

Excellent shot,
but sadly he's... em...

In hospital?

Yes.

Thank you.

Poor man. How pale he looks.
I'll feel his pulse.

Ha! Are you dead, Mr Punch?

Yes.

I never heard a dead man
speak before.

What's that you say?

A piece of paper?
What piece of paper?

"Heads will roll if the truth
ain't told"?

Oh, you're not dead,
you're only poorly.

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!

Bye bye! Bye bye! Bye bye!

Well done.

Thank you very much.

A star is born.

Sir.
Sergeant

We found this in the woods.

About 600 yards from the pool.

It's Gregory's.
It's his cleaning brush.

He used it for cleaning mushrooms.

Here?
Right there, Sir.

Sir?
Yep.

Could this be blood?

Indeed it could.

We need samples of this.

What is it, Sir?

I'm trying to learn about fungi.

It was Gregory who collected
the mushrooms?

Yes. The day before he was... k*lled.

Hmm. They kept well.

Do you recognise it?

Hang on. That Polaroid...
Yes, go on.

It looked a bit like this one,
didn't it?

It looked exactly like this one.

I'm sorry. It was seeing
his cleaning brush like that.

It was so much a part of him.

Now it's in a plastic bag.
A bit of evidence.

Come in.

It was deliberate.

We found three spike holes
in the tyres.

And with that wall there
you were very lucky.

We'll put an officer
outside the door for you.

You think they'll try again?

Well, if somebody wanted to
get rid of you for whatever reason,

they didn't succeed, did they?

And, yes, yes, they may try again.

You think they think
I know something?

Well, do you?
No!

That, eh, picture that fell
out of the Punch and Judy book.

Could I have a look at it, please?

Does this have something to do with
the investigation, Chief Inspector?

How long have you had
this photograph, Clarice?

I don't know.
It's one of Gregory's.

He used to try to teach me.

He'd put the names on the back

so I could sort of use them
as test cards.

Well, there's no name on this one.

He normally put a date and location
as well.

He liked to keep a record.

Why are you so interested in this
particular picture, Chief Inspector?

I think this photograph was taken
at the m*rder scene.

Gregory's cleaning brush was found

a couple of yards
from this tree stump.

Along with some bloodstains.

There's a bracket fungus
growing on a tree stump.

This fungus had been
partially cut away.

It looks identical to this one.

Now, I think this photograph
was taken very recently.

What does it mean?

I didn't notice
any suspicious reactions

when Mr Punch mentioned
the piece of paper.

Did you?

Suzanna knew Gregory
was having an affair.

Before he was m*rder*d.
Did you know that?

Go on.

The landlady of the Red Horse
told me today.

Did Suzanna tell you
she knew of the affair?

Suzanna and Tristan both have alibis.

There is such a thing
as a false alibi.

Calm down.

You must calm down.

Yes, I understand that, but...

Hello?

Who is this?

Who is it?

Oh, my God.

I said I couldn't commit
to next year yet,

but they were pleased
with the way it went.

Tom?
Hmm?

I was just saying,
the croquet stall went well,

but it might have gone even better

if you'd put the new sign
in the car.

When you packed for me this morning.

You put the old sign in,
not the new one.

I didn't realise
there was a new one.

I thought that...

..that was the only...

..the only one.

The piece of paper.
Mr Punch's piece of paper.

It wasn't a contract. It was a will.

There was another will.

A newer one.

Shotgun wound to the chest.

Death was instantaneous.

It seems Mrs Gooders didn't realise
who she'd shot

until she turned on the lights.

It's affected her rather badly.

It doesn't makes any sense.

I didn't know who it was.
I didn't know.

It's all right.

You take it slowly, Mrs Gooders.

Do you feel up to talking to us?

Now, why was there a shotgun
in the bedroom?

The phone call. It sounded like...

Hello?

You are next.

Who is this?

Who is it?
You are next.

I'm coming to get you.
Oh, my God.

So I took the g*n
from the g*n cupboard.

It was Gregory.

He's alive.

What do you mean?

They only ever found the hand.

Maybe Tristan
never actually k*lled him.

Maybe he didn't want to admit
that he'd messed up.

And now Gregory's come back,
and he's k*lling us one by one.

He did this.

He made me do it.

Poor Suzanna.

Are you telling me

that you and Suzanna and Kenneth,
your husband,

and Tristan Goodfellow,

were all involved in a conspiracy
to m*rder Gregory Chambers?

Yes.

What was she doing with the knife?

And you planned to k*ll
Gregory Chambers

because of the new will.
Is that right?

I didn't want it to happen.

But when they told me
it was too late, they'd done it.

Well, you could have told us
about it.

But then you wouldn't have inherited
your quarter of the hotel,

would you?

He was my husband, Chief Inspector.

When did you find out
about the new will?

It was Suzanna.

They were talking about selling off
the rest of the estate

at Wainwright's bedside.
They thought he was asleep.

Set the meeting.

We'll want to move
as soon as he's gone.

You... you... you won't get a penny.

You've betrayed my trust.
All of you.

There'll be a little surprise
for you

when you try to read the old will.

The old will?

There's a new one?

Who?

Who's going to produce
the new will?

Karl?

It's Gregory.

Oh, dear.

You've rather let the cat
out of the bag now.

Tristan.

Lock the door.

She k*lled him?

She had to.

Knowing that Suzanna knew,

Wainwright would have made public
the existence of the new will

and Suzanna and the others
would have got nothing.

They were so very close,
Karl and Gregory.

He was such
a trustworthy person.

Why didn't he just give the new will
to his solicitor?

Kenneth Gooders' wife was
a beneficiary of the original will.

Gregory was the only one
he could trust.

If the plan was for Gregory
to produce the new will

when they were about
to read the earlier one,

then they knew he'd have it on him
before the funeral.

I'll do it.

Which was when they decided
to m*rder him.

They knew he'd be on his own
collecting mushrooms.

Thank you.

You received a death threat as well?
And Suzanna.

But not Gregory?

Suzanna just said that
to put you off.

Confess or die. To the point.

We didn't confess
and now we're dying.

Just one more question.

Who was Suzanna trying to k*ll

when she caused the blow-out
on the Punch and Judy van?

Both of them.

She said they were in it together
but she was wrong.

It's Gregory who's been k*lling us.

Poor Gregory.

It was me who told her
to go to Julia's.

She phoned to ask my advice.

She'd had a call from Julia.

She's completely lost her nerve.

She's talking about telling
the police everything.

I couldn't see any way round it.

Unless she wanted to spend
the rest of her life in jail.

You'll have to silence her.

Permanently. Tonight.

Was Gregory the sole beneficiary
of the new will?

Look, I know you m*rder*d him.

I know Julia supplied the alibi,

that Suzanna dropped you off
in the woods

and Kenneth brought you back.

We should have got away with it.

I was going to dispose
of the traceable parts

in the hotel incinerator...

..along with the will.

But after I'd dumped
the rest of the body in the pool...

..and I was going
back to the meeting point -

You were interrupted by
Colin Salter and his housekeeper.

I had to run
so I wouldn't be seen.

Argh! Argh!

The bag must have split.

I didn't realise
the hand had fallen out

till you found it.

So you decided to divert suspicion

by framing Annie.

I'd incinerated everything
already...

..so we got some clothes
from Gregory's wardrobe

and planted them on the bonfire.
And the blood?

I thought I'd better check
Kenneth's car

to see if any blood had leaked.

There was quite a pool of it.

So I got some
and smeared it in the Land Rover.

And cleaned all traces
from Kenneth's car.

Phone call for
Chief Inspector Barnaby?

Troy, will you take that?

Why won't you tell me who
the beneficiary is of the new will?

It could help
catch your m*rder*r.

Insurance.

I thought if Suzanna could m*rder
one husband...

..she might just be tempted
to m*rder another.

Sir, a builder's turned up,

claiming he unscrewed
the Gooders' cupboard from the wall.

What?

They told you it was Mrs Gooders
who asked me to do it?

Julia Gooders?
Yeah.

I thought it was a bit odd.

I mean it was just a few screws,

but then that Kenneth's
a useless bugger. Or was.

Let me get this absolutely straight.

You're saying that Julia Gooders
asked you to unscrew

the large drinks cupboard from
the wall in the living room, yeah?

Said they were going to sell it
at auction.

They were going have it picked up
once they'd emptied it.

Well, we'd better have a word
with Mrs Gooders.

Sir?
Yeah?

Apparently Julia Gooders
threw a curly one in the night.

Went completely off her rocker.
They've sectioned her.

Maybe it's all an act
and she isn't barmy.

Maybe she's the m*rder*r.

We know she snuffed Suzanna.

Maybe she hasn't lost her marbles
after all.

But, Troy, she's admitted
there was another will

in which she gets nothing.

If this was all calculated why
would she tell us about that will?

Well, maybe it's not calculated.

Maybe she's just
a raving psychopath.

And nervous Julia is just a front.

Where's he gone? Where's Mr Punch?

Where's Mr Punch?
Where is Mr Punch?

Natural mimic.

Any news from the lake?
I'll check, sir.

Was Mrs Gooders at the house
to let you in?

No. I let myself in.
How did you do that?

She said I should use the spare key.

Asked if I could remember
its hiding place.

Well, of course I could.

It was only last spring
I did the work on the kitchen.

And she contacted you by phone
to ask you to do this?

That's right.

Sir?

They've found the body.

Weighed down and tied
to something inflatable

which had been pierced
with an arrow, yeah?

Yes, sir.

Show our friend out.
We've got some calls to make.

Yes?

What about the body
in the middle of the lake?

How did he manage that?

A bow and arrow
and some fishing line.

And that, as they say, was that.

Chief Inspector, Sergeant,
come in, come in.

We need to see Clarice as well,
Mrs Pope.

She's in the studio.

I don't know how much you've heard,

but Julia and Tristan have confessed
to Gregory's m*rder.

Annie is no longer a suspect.

Yes, excellent news.

Suzanna and Kenneth were also
part of the conspiracy.

So now we just need to know
the 'avenging angel'

responsible for their murders.

Oh, I think destroying angel
is a more apt description

in the circumstances.

Amanita virosa.

I learned all about mushrooms

when Woody was transferred
to Bordeaux.

Very keen on mushrooms, the French.

Indian or China, Chief Inspector?

It's Indian, isn't it? I remember.

Did Gregory tell you
there was a new will?

No, no, I don't believe
he told anyone, not even Annie.

He was scared
about what might happen

if the others learned of it.
Crumpet?

No, no, thank you.

But... somehow they found out.

So when Denise Daly, the nurse,

said she'd witnessed
Wainwright's signature,

you guessed it was the will?

You're very good, Chief Inspector.

When Denise told me

that Suzanna had accused her
of being incompetent -

If you'd done your job properly,

Karl would still be with us.

Now please, just go.

I knew it wasn't true.

Denise was a very good nurse.

So I guessed
there was another reason

why Suzanna wanted her
away from the funeral.

A document?

And when Denise told me
she'd witnessed Karl's signature

shortly before he died,

I know it had to be a will.

Interestingly, Denise thought
Gregory was the other witness,

but he can't have been
if he was the beneficiary.

Oh, come and sit down, darling.

It's crumpets and blackcurrant jam,
your favourite.

Why's Sergeant Troy
being so serious?

I'm afraid
I have a confession to make.

I've been using you rather badly.

But with my own body
in rapid decline,

I was incapable of doing
the things I needed to do myself.

Apart from the phone calls.

The talent for mimicry
runs in the family, I presume.

What are you talking about?

It was Evelyn who made
the two phone calls last night.

One to Suzanna as Julia,
the other to Julia as Mr Punch.

Will someone please explain to me
what's going on?

Your aunt is confessing
to the murders

of Tristan Goodfellow,
Kenneth Gooders and Suzanna Chambers.

I'm sorry, darling,

but I couldn't stand by
and see Annie's life,

and the life of Gregory's
unborn child destroyed.

Why didn't you tell me?

I do hope she'll understand in time.

Clarice wasn't involved.
No.

She picked the poisonous mushrooms,
but she didn't know what they were.

She didn't deliver them?

No. She would've put
two and two together.

I asked Ben, our gardener,
to deliver them.

I said they'd be a surprise.

Then I organised a little holiday
for him in Ibiza.

I knew he'd only make the connection
when he got back,

and it'd all be academic by then.

Enjoy yourself. Have a lovely time.

And he needed a break anyway.

Clarice isn't yet aware
of the turmoil

she can cause
in the masculine breast.

Are you OK?

I thought we were close.

She said it was all about trust.

How could she?

I went round to Colin Salter's

and showed him your picture
of the chicken of the woods.

And Florence allowed the interview?

Hmm. It's one of Gregory's.

How can you be sure of that?

It's like a signature.

He'd always cut away the lower
fronds and leave the top ones.

They'd be dirty. Leaf litter.

You've missed a cobweb
on the stairs.

Colin?

Oh.

You have company.

That's why you asked Clarice
to take the Polaroid.

Clarice, where are you going?

I want to check something.

You'd be able to tell
if Gregory had been there that day.

But what made you suspect he had?

It was when we talked to Suzanna.

There were fragments of chicken
of the woods in Gregory's basket.

Didn't he go up to the woods,
mushrooming?

Not as far as I know.
Where the hell is it?

Gregory had told me

that he was going to pick the
chicken of the woods that day.

I knew the exact tree.

It's a perennial fungus,
quite rare here.

So you instructed Clarice
to take the Polaroid picture

so you could see
if it was his chicken of the woods

that had been harvested -
by him?

We wouldn't have been able
to introduce the poisonous mushrooms

if Tristan hadn't kept the ones

that Gregory collected
before he k*lled him.

Anyone as callous as that
deserves to die.

And remember,
if they'd been innocent,

they would have reported
the threatening notes.

Which Clarice delivered for you.

Why didn't you trust me?

Darling, if you were
a co-conspirator,

you would be facing
life imprisonment at this moment.

It's not the future
I had in mind for you.

I told her they were letters
of commiseration. For Gregory.

Would you mind joining us
a little later, my dear?

Fine.

And you wrote the Punch and Judy
script for the fete.

Well, I had to get
Julia's imagination going -

Are you all right?

Troy, get an ambulance.
What's wrong?

I knew if Julia...

..was the only one left,
she'd crack.

And she did.
Aunt Evelyn?

Would you get Woody, please,
my dear?

Don't go, Aunt Evelyn.
Please don't go.

Get Woody.

At least Annie
won't go to prison now.

Not that her life
will be easy of course.

Well, it'll be easier
than you might think.

She won't have to worry about
a job or somewhere to live.

She is the sole beneficiary
of the new will.

Tristan didn't destroy it.

So he admitted it at last.

Karl Wainwright.

He was Annie's father.

No-one knew.

Except Tyson.

So, she'll have
her independence now.

My darling.

Oh, Woody.

She could be pretty tough at times.

But underneath she was the gentlest
person you could ever meet.

Clarice, we'll need you to come down
to the station sometime

to make a statement, all right?
OK.

I don't have my glasses.
Could you read it, please?

We'll be on our way.

No, it's all right.

"My dearest Woody,
my time has come now.

Yours has not.

I want you to be
as happy as you can be

with the rest of the time you have.

With all my love, Evelyn."

Is that it?

Yes.

But how can I be happy now?

How am I supposed to get it
through a hoop from here?

You could play the red.

It's in the vegetable garden.

You can position the yellow

one mallet's length in
from the shed.

It's Hurlingham Rules croquet, Tom.
Hurlingham rules. Oh, silly me.

Does Woody know that Evelyn
was a mass m*rder*r?

Well, if he doesn't, he soon will.

And my guess is
he'll still love her memory.

You liked her, didn't you?

What me? A Detective Chief Inspector
liking a mass m*rder*r?

Yeah, yeah I did.

I won't tell anyone.

You've really have got the hang
of this game, haven't you?