All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders - S22E01 - The Wolf Hunter of Little Worthy_track4_eng

HOWLING

I had a friend tell me about
a friend of his,

someone he knew really well.

No word of a lie, this.

He saw The Wolf Hunter last week.
In the flesh.

Well... flesh and fur.

Half man, half wolf.

All trouble.

HOWLING

You see, he lures us humanfolk

into them woods out there,

and he slashes at your face
with his metal talons.

Then he finishes you off
with a silver bullet to the skull.

GUNSHOT ECHOES

CROWS CAW

What a load of utter cobblers.

HE LAUGHS,
THEY JOIN IN

Thank you for that, Mr Everett.

If I could just say sorry again
about the hot tubs.

I know the two of you were really
hoping to use them this afternoon,

but I am hoping to get them
up and running.

Maybe I could offer you
a glass of prosecco...

CHATTER,
HAMMERING

GURGLING

Still no luck?
I just don't get it, Row.

It's not an airlock, filter's fine,
temperature sensor is working.

I just can't figure the problem.

I'll tell you
what's wrong with that!

It's a bleeding hot tub,
that's what's wrong with it.

As advertised, Mr Everett,
this is a glampsite now.

Been coming here decades.
Never seen the like.

What's that smell?

Sage. It gets rid of bad energy.

Ronnie, she's doing witchcraft now.
Is she, love?

Marvellous.
Your cod in butter sauce is ready.

Praise the Lord.

At least there are some things
you can still rely on.

Thankfully,
they're OK about the hot tubs.

They're coming around to the idea
of being off the grid.

Good, that's something, then.
Mm. Turns out he's a banker.

PHONE PINGS

Told them we were looking for
investors, so you never know.

Still here, Jez?
Looks like it.

Actually, I best be off.
I'm meeting someone.

Am I OK to leave my tools here?
Of course. See you tomorrow. Yeah?

Try stopping me.

Brandon.
Jez.

DOGS BARKING IN THE DISTANCE

TORCH CLICKS

HOWLING

HOWLING

GROWL

RUSTLING

Hello?

Is that you mucking about?

GROWLING

ROARING,
JEZ GRUNTS

GASPING

GUNSHOT

FADING HOWL

THEM TUNE PLAYS

Morning, everyone.

Hi, Mel.
Morning, Mel.

Please tell me you're late
cos you finally got a life.

I think the chances of me getting
a life around here are pretty slim.

That's why, first sign
of an acting job, and boom, I'm off.

HOWLING
Idiot! How old are you?

Old enough, sweet cheeks. I'm
heading to the woods, you coming?

Let me think about that. No.

You loser!

Oi, wait.
Leave it, Kel.

OK, one sec, everyone.

Right.

So I've sent off my self tape
for that audition,

and I've narrowed down
my list of agents.

So fingers crossed, I'll be
out from under your feet in no time.

Oh, I can't wait.
You'll miss me when I'm gone.

Yeah, like a hole in the head.
Yeah, yeah.

DOG WHIMPERS
Oh, Paddy, get out. Go on.

You know I'm not the biggest fan
of trick or treating,

but can't I just
help with eating the sweets?

No, you can't.
It's to raise money for the school.

It's not till next week,
and I said we'd go.

As what, though?
I thought I might go as a witch.

HE CHUCKLES
Don't.

Real question is,
who are you gonna go as?

Well, as someone befitting
a man of my status,

so, um, distinguished,
stately, imposing.

Little Red Riding Hood!
Ooh, you found it!

THEY CHUCKLE

PHONE RINGS

Yes, Winter.

POLICE RADIOS CHATTER

The victim's Jez Gladberry,
in his 20s.

A local handyman and blacksmith.

Next-of-kin's his father,
he's been informed.

Who confirmed the body?
Local lad, Wade Andow.

Said he was riding his dirt bike
in the woods when he found him.

Whoa! Stop right there, my lovelies.

Boot prints, not the victim's.

Heavy boots, by the look of it.

And...

..canine prints.

Canine prints?
If pressed, I'd say wolf.

Not a real one, obviously.

Unless, of course,
it's a wolf with one leg.

The impression from
the base of the cane, right?

Exactly. Claw marks across the
chest, puncture wounds to the neck,

and a bullet to the head.
Silver?

Smart money says so.

Time of death,
last night between eight and ten.

I'm sorry,
what are you both talking about?

Are you saying this man
was killed by a wolf with a gun?

The Wolf Hunter, actually.
It's all part of a meme.

A meme?

Sort of an idea spread through
social media and the internet.

In this case, The Wolf Hunter.

Little Worthy ran a competition,
the idea was to create

a Midsomer urban myth
and The Wolf Hunter won it.

It's really taken off.

What exactly
does this Wolf Hunter do?

He wears a wolf mask,

he carries a cane
with a wolf's paw at its base,

and a gun with a silver bullet.

His hands have metal claws,
and he lures people to their death.

It's a lot like
what we're seeing here, sir.

Who ran this competition?

The Hub. It's in internet cafe
in the village hall.

How did you hear about it?
A friend entered.

Sadly, I didn't make the shortlist.

I'm surprised to hear that.
Did the victim have a phone on him?

No, I'll contact service providers,
do a trace.

Now, I notice there's a campsite
just the other side of these words.

Actually, it's a glampsite, sir.

I'm aware of what they call it,
Winter.

I'm quite happy with the vocabulary
created before the year 2000.

Why don't you get over there
and see if anyone saw him?

I want to pay a visit to this "Nub".

It's, er, Hub.
Indeed.

I'll see if I can pick up
an urban dictionary on the way.

HOWLING ECHOES

Good, all right, boy?

I heard about Jez, Eric.
I'm so sorry.

So am I, Annie.

You sure now's the time?

Yes. More than ever.

HE LAUGHS

Oh, it's top-notch entertainment,
is this.

Come and have a look, Robbie.

Better than your la-dee-da
treatments.

Actually, love,
I rather like the look of this one.

Steam sauna
followed by a hot stone massage.

40 quid?
You can buy a lawn mower for that.

Are you familiar with
a Jez Gladberry?

Of course. Terrible news, isn't it?

You already know about his death?

Everyone does.
His workshop's just down there.

Everyone's really upset.

He was just such a...
all-round lovely bloke.

I'm sorry,
but how exactly does everyone know?

It was posted on The Wolf Hunter
forum first thing this morning.

Presumably by the person who
discovered the body, Wade Andow?

Do you know where I might find him?
Yeah, he's just inside.

No, listen to him, man.
Listen to him.

Got all the chat, innit, Wade?

The Wolf Hunter strikes.
I was cool about it.

I mean, it's just a body, right?
The question is, who is next?

Actually, the question is, did you
post news about the death online?

No. I left the woods
and called you guys.

I've only just got here.
Anyway, so, this is Josie.

She's our expert.
She updates The Wolf Hunter website.

You know,
trying to make sense of everything.

The Wolf Hunter has certainly
captured everyone's imagination.

Tell me about it.
Even kids like to dress up as him.

Well, not now.

Um, Kel, you want to take a break?

No, I'd rather just be busy. Thanks.

Your cafe is very popular.

That's because we give them
what they want. Connectivity.

Which is something of a luxury
around here.

Poor internet,
it's a rubbish Wi-Fi connection.

I wanted to create a nest,

a sort of haven where
I could bring everyone together.

I see from your sign
there's an exhibition.

Yes, it's just through here,
do you want to follow me?

HOWLING ECHOES

Jez left just after eight,
said he was going to meet someone.

Did he say who?
No.

I thought it was odd, though.

He got a text
and headed towards the woods,

but the village is over that way.
So he had his phone with him?

He didn't when we found him.

Well, maybe he dropped it
on the way.

After he left, what did you do?
Had a little Barney, didn't we?

Trouble in paradise, eh?

Pat Everett. Pleasure's all yours.

KETTLE WHISTLES

And I said to Ronnie,
"Ronnie," I said,

"We've been coming here
30 years plus, no trouble."

36.

This year, with all their
newfangled gadgets, total mess.

It drives Rowan's mum, Annie, mad.

She runs the pub.

It'll all end in tears.
Mark my words, my lad.

Let the officer speak, Pat.

Battenberg?
Oh, no, thank you.

Right.

Um, what were Mr and Mrs Yarrow
arguing about?

Jez, I reckon.

He'd come to fix the hot tub -
again.

Ooh, good cup of tea, love.
Could trot a mouse across that.

Did you see where they went after?

Aye. They both stomped off, didn't
see hide nor hair of either of them

until late this morning.
Could either of them

have gone to the wood?
Well, I went for a walk

and I saw Rowan headed that way.

Oh, um, could you just excuse me?
Thank you.

When The Wolf Hunter went viral,
we felt obliged to stage this.

People come from miles.

Is the gun real?
No, it's a dummy.

Is this place locked at night?
Absolutely.

This cane.

In fact, all these items,
I'll need Forensics to check them.

Are there others?
Yeah, for sure.

Jez made them to order.

He got himself quite a sideline
making all sorts of artefacts.

Quite a character.

He sure is.
A loner caught between worlds.

A sort of Jekyll and Hyde werewolf
with a steampunk twist.

Steampunk? Right.

Interesting images.

Tell that to the flower arranging
class that used to happen here.

They weren't happy
that we had to move them.

Steve Skelton.
Local photographer.

Ah, did you take these?
Why the wood?

It's the location
everyone's drawn to.

And in medieval times,
home to the Worthy wolves.

And it's where he hangs out.

The kids go there all the time for
dead-of-the-night dares and dates.

Whose idea was the competition?
Mine, I guess.

And Steve won it.

His entry was the only one
worth its salt, really.

Why would you invent
something like this?

Well, there was a local connection

and I've always been a fan
of the werewolf stuff.

Just thought I'd give it
a modern twist.

An origin story.

No idea it would take off though.
It's been nuts.

Competition was just the beginning.

Who else stands to profit
from the legend?

Someone who runs a website or a...
a cafe? Clearly brings people in.

It does,
but that so wasn't the idea.

The Wolf Hunter belongs to us all.

What's the idea with the red eyes?

They appear above the door
of The Wolf Hunter's next victim.

Do they appear
above Jez Gladberry's door?

I have no idea.

Strange, isn't it?

Very.

Fake lore becoming folklore.

SNORING

Shh!
There you are. For you.

Thank you. Ooh, it's exciting.
After you.

Wait!

HISSING

FROM WITHIN: Help!

Help!
BANGING

Help! Help!

What do you mean "accident"?

My Ronnie here
could have been killed.

But I'm fine, love.
What happened?

The door to the sauna locked shut.
Someone sabotaged the electrics.

One of the guests
was trapped inside.

You can't stay in that van any
longer, we'll put you in a lodge.

Over my dead body.
That can be arranged.

What did you say?

I'm DCI Barnaby, let's just
all calm down, shall we?

Calm down?
These two are flipping potty.

Ronnie here nearly got cooked alive.

First they target Jez, and now us.
Who's doing this?

Him probably. He's sabotaging us.
Me?

Easy, Mr Everett.

There's no need for that.

One thing at a time.

Yes, starting with,
what were you doing

trying to get rid of this phone?

I told you, I panicked.

That phone might contain
important information

about who killed Mr Gladberry.

We can charge you
with withholding evidence.

I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking.

Why did you have anyway?
Jez left it.

I knew he was coming back.

Well, I thought he was.
And you didn't think to mention this

when we spoke about the phone
earlier?

I thought it would seem suspicious.

Not as suspicious as trying to
throw it into a lake.

And then accusing
one of your customers

of trying to sabotage your business.
Look, I'm sorry about the phone.

But that control unit
didn't smash itself.

First Jez, and now this?
Someone is out to get us.

Agreed.

I thought it was just bad karma,
but it's much more than that.

And it's damaging.

We need to be a 60 percent capacity
just to keep our heads above water.

We borrowed. Heavily.

There is an angel investor in the
wings, but we are not about to hit

any targets any investor
would insist on.

Apart from Mr Everett, has
anyone else opposed the campsite?

Eric Gladberry, but that was just
because he wanted to buy the land

and we beat him to it.
He's Jez Gladberry's father?

Mm. He has the windmill
on the edge of the village.

Pat Everett said you had
words about Jez after he left.

Pat Everett
needs to mind his own business.

We're just stressed.
Is that why you had Jez's phone?

What? No.

Because you were suspicious
of Jez and your wife?

I told you, he just left it.

What happened after you rowed?
Where did you go?

I went for a walk to clear my head.

I like to channel the Chi energy
of nature to help ease my stress

and dispel negativity.
And did it?

As a matter of fact, it did.

And you?

I went to The Lamb.
We'll need to check that.

By all means.

BUSY PUB CHATTER

SILENCE FALLS

Bit of a tumbleweed moment.

Mm. Annie Davids?
Yes.

DCI Barnaby.
DS Winter.

Did Brandon Yarrow
come in last night?

Yes, he did.

Do you remember what sort of time?
How long he stayed?

No, not really.

We were busy
with the darts tournament, and...

well, me and Brandon don't talk.

He's your son-in-law?
In name only.

Why don't you get on?

This is a traditional pub
in a traditional village.

Or it was before that cafe arrived.

And before my daughter got all
doolally, New Age, trendy, lefty,

pinko, liberal, glamping mad.

Not a fan, then?
No. This about Jez's death?

And that Wolf Hunter hokum?

Yes, it is. Keen on that as well?

Mel and Steve should be shot
for encouraging the whole thing.

Shot? That's a bit harsh, isn't it?

She and Steve
are as thick as thieves.

Some would say more than that.

Steve used to work here and...
well, we left on bad terms.

Pint of your best, please, Annie.

Your wife has recovered, then,
I take it, Mr Everett?

She needs a drink
to steady her nerves. We both do.

And a pinot for Ronnie.
Ms Davids, Mr Everett.

Any luck with your searches?

None whatsoever.
Aw.

Never mind. Onward.

How are we getting on with the
numbers for our Aunt Sally team?

All signed up.
Magic.

We're gonna smash them.
SHE CHUCKLES

Aren't we, Ronnie?
Course we are, love.

Hey, Brandon.
Hiya.

Why are you even
bothering doing that?

Just trying to keep
on top of everything.

It's really
gone through the roof now.

It's gone too far,
is what it's done.

Someone killed Jez.
You do realise that, don't you?

Course I do.
But I've got to do this, I have to.

Why? What's wrong with you?

Lots of reasons,
and there's nothing wrong with me.

Hey. What did you do that for?
Because it's sick, that's why.

WOLF WHISTLE
Ooh, catfight, like it.

Get lost, you waste of space.

What are you doing pretending
you can write, anyway?

It's not exactly touch typing,
is it?

Who are you to talk?
It's not exactly Hollywood,

this place, is it?
At least I've got some dreams.

Such a loser.

Like I care what you think.
Because you know what?

You know nothing about me.
Nothing!

What's going on?
Ask her, she's lost the plot.

I've just had enough, OK?
That's all.

I've had enough of The Wolf Hunter,
I've had enough of this place,

I've had enough of everything.
Gotta get out of here for good.

Hey, come on.
No, I'm serious, Mel.

This place is doing my head in.
It won't be forever.

You've had a shock, we all have.
We're all upset about Jez.

We're confused and frightened.

But we can't let that get to us.
We've got to stick together, right?

Right?

The Yarrows' financials are back,
they are definitely struggling.

Brandon gave up his job in marketing
to follow his wife's dreams.

Strangely enough, we're not the
only ones looking into the Yarrows.

Pat Everett
has been making enquiries.

Maybe he's trying to push them out.
Keep digging.

And also, check out
Mel Wallace and Steve Skelton.

And get a tech team
over to the cafe.

I want to know if that post was made
from one of their computers.

Progress on the boot print,
every tread. And guess what?

Brace yourselves. Two of them.

The murderer had two legs?
Not so fast, sunshine.

Different sizes. Different boots.

Apart from the victim,

there were two other people
at the murder scene.

An accomplice?

Or someone else came across the body
and posted about it on the website.

What about the wolf paw cane
at The Hub?

Was that the one in the woods?
Definitely not.

The one used in woods
has a chip in it.

You are looking for a wolf cane
with a broken little toe.

Ow!

Mr Gladberry?

DCI Barnaby, Corston CID.

I'm very sorry
about what happened to your son.

Lovely view.

My wife's favourite.

Till she fell ill
and died last year.

I'm very sorry to hear that too.

Did you do the paintings of the
Wolf Hunter at the local exhibition?

No, they're not mine.

Are you going to paint
the campsite as well?

I'll leave that to last.

Shame it's there, really.
Spoils the view, don't you think?

I've gotten used to it now.

Was Jez seeing anyone?

Yes. I may be old, but I'm not deaf.

Do you know who?
No idea.

We didn't talk much.

Not since his mother died.

You know. And this stuff
got a grip of me. Cheers.

Jez.

Ah, another bottle.
And my cane, where's my...?

Please, allow me.

Have you injured yourself?
Thank you.

Hip replacement.
Jez made the cane for me.

Do you know of any others he made?
No, can't say I do.

PHONE RINGS

Yes, Winter?

There was no mention in his
order book of Wolf Hunter items,

but check this out. It wasn't just
the photograph that was interesting.

Tech got back to me
about Jez's call history.

Yesterday, the same number
called him 11 times

and texted to meet
in the woods last night.

And that phone belongs to...?
Kelly Kirk-Lees.

Oh.

Excuse me.

We'd like to ask you
a couple of questions.

You can ask.

Where you are in a relationship
with Mr Gladberry?

A what with Mr who?
What century do you think this is?

We found this.

Oh, that.
Friends with benefits.

It's when two...
Yes, we know what that is.

Would you say you and Jez
were close, then?

What's it to you?

You arranged to meet him
in Worthy Wood last night.

We have a record of the text.
Then you must be imagining it.

Here. Look.

See? No text about the woods.
You could have just deleted it.

I don't go anywhere
near the woods last night.

I hate them. Spook me out.

So where were you last night?

At home, with Josie. Ask her.
We will.

PHONE RINGS
Sorry.

Did you have your phone on you
all day yesterday?

Of course. Although I do sometimes
leave it lying about if we're busy.

Sir.

Who lives here?

Me and Josie.

HE BLOWS

Cuppa, love?

You making tea? Am I in heaven?

Nearly, thanks to this bunch.
Best sleep I have had in ages.

You were nearly fried alive,
no wonder you slept well.

You going for your walk?
Yes, I think I will.

Want me to come?

No, I'll go my own, if that's OK.

You needn't worry about a thing.
We'll have an officer here.

I'm not worried. It'll just be
Wade Andow mucking about.

Kelly! Kelly.
Oh, my God, we're next.

It's fine, Josie,
don't worry about it.

It'll just be a joke.
But what if it's not?

What if we're next?
We won't be. It's OK.

Can I just ask,
where were you last night?

Here. In watching telly with Kel.

Satisfied?

Come on, Josie.

Sir?

The post about Jez's death

was sent from one of the computers
in the cafe.

By someone calling themselves
"The Wolf Slasher".

I'll go there.
You take those boots back to Fleur.

Let's see if any of them match
the prints she found in the woods.

Sir.

I'm so sorry.

I have no idea
who The Wolf Slasher is.

People make up names all the time.

So when the cafe's open,
anyone can use this computer?

Yes.
Do you have CCTV?

No, I'm afraid not.

This was posted at 8:13am,
what time do you open?

Nine.

So whoever left this
was here before opening time.

Does anyone else have keys?

Um... Steve sort of does as he's
living on site at the moment.

I'm going to need a word with him.

Mr Skelton?

DCI Barnaby.

Do you have any idea
where he might be?

Out taking photos, probably.

Ah, there was a cash prize
for the competition.

Who paid for that?
I did.

Very generous of you.

Are you and Mr Skelton involved?

No. Contrary to popular opinion,
we're just friends.

I'm not one to take chances
on the roulette wheel of love.

You're a very generous friend,

providing him
with somewhere to live,

letting him win the competition.
His was the best entry.

I spoke with the landlady
at The Lamb.

Oh, hard luck.

I gather Mr Skelton
used to work there.

He quit.
Because...?

Well, Annie is best friends
with Steve's ex, Rachel,

who I get wasn't happy.

But then Annie encouraged Rachel
to dump him and do a runner,

leaving him with all this debt
and Josie to look out for.

It's been a real struggle.
But he's tried his best.

And yet he still keeps
her photograph.

He still sends her money.

He's crazy about her.

He even thinks that she might
come back one day.

She won't.

Especially if Annie
keeps bad-mouthing him.

We'll get our revenge, though.

Excuse me?

It's the annual
Battle Of Aunt Sally tomorrow.

Ah, I see.

Does Mr Skelton
sell these photographs?

If he can.

Steve does anything
to bring in whatever he can.

So it's very much in his interests
for the myth to grow.

I suppose.

When he comes back,
please get him to contact me.

Yes, of course.

Steve Skelton, wherever he is, seems
most likely to have posted the news.

But why target Jez?
And if you're the murderer,

then why advertise the fact
by posting as The Wolf Slasher?

To create an atmosphere
of fear and paranoia, maybe.

What else?

We know that Kelly Kirk-Lees,
or someone using her phone,

lured the victim into the woods.

That could be anyone that uses The
Hub, which is pretty much everyone.

How are we doing on the boots?
Perfect match, actually.

Who do they belong to?

According to the label...
Whose writing is this?

Mine.

Kelly Kirk-Lees.

Yes, I'm on it.

Kel?

Kel?

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

DOOR CLATTERS
PC: All clear at the moment, over.

Kel?

GROWLING

BELL TOLLS,
HOWLING

METALLIC CHING

HOWLING

TOOTS HORN, BLARES SIREN

Oi! Oi!

BREATHING HEAVILY

No! No!

SCREAMING,
GUNSHOT

HOWLING

Same wolf cane, with a broken toe.

And same boots.

That we haven't been able
to identify yet.

Only, these are a stronger imprint.

So let's hope these ones
were made for talking.

Indeed. And a funeral wreath.

What was in her rucksack?
Cash and clothes.

Looks like she was leaving
the village, poor thing.

Or trying to.

Kelly Kirk-Lees' family have been
informed, they live in Scotland.

Er...

Sorry.

So, what was Kelly doing at the
scene of Jez Gladberry's murder?

Assuming she was the one
wearing the boots.

Where's her flatmate, Josie Skelton?
She was found nearby, distressed.

She's with her father,
Steve Skelton.

We need to talk to him anyway.

Not least to find out if this
camera's his. Found it on a wall.

Yes, it is my camera.
Can I have it back?

All in good time.

Someone posted from the cafe
yesterday morning

about Jez Gladberry's murder.
Under the name of The Wolf Slasher.

Was that you?
No.

I was out early with that camera
trying to capture the sunrise.

Nowhere near the woods.
Can anyone verify that?

I was on my own.
What about last night?

I was trying to stage
some shots of The Wolf Hunter.

The camera was on a timer, I was
walking in front of it for a shot

when your headlights turned on me.
It was you that I chased.

Yes. I ran back to the flat.

Via the churchyard
and Kelly Kirk-Lees.

No!

You can see why
we might think otherwise.

Kelly Kirk-Lees
was murdered at a time

when you were in the vicinity,
dressed just like the man himself.

Tell us about
the cuts on your hands.

I fell when he was chasing me.

Look, if I was a killer,
why would I take photos?

Trust me, you wouldn't be the first.

What were you hoping to achieve
with the photographs anyway?

To keep the myth alive?
What does it matter?

The Wolf Hunter's mine.
I came up with it, I can do I want.

Not really, Dad.
Yes, really.

It was my original idea, everyone
else just surfed on the back of it.

I thought that was the point.

It is.
Josie, please!

No, Dad,
you can't just take credit...

Yes, I can! I have to.

You don't understand.
I did it for you.

For financial gain?

Yeah, I'm skint, OK?

I thought if I had some shots,
some real ones, then...

..I could sell them.
And you knew people would pay more

if they felt they'd seen
the murderer in action.

Highly ethical (!)
Hey, I'm desperate, OK?

You're doing all this for money?

And to get your mum back.
You know that's never gonna happen.

Did you know Kelly
was leaving the village?

Not really.
Why did you follow her?

I'm not sure. I...

How serious were Jez and Kelly?
They were pretty new.

But, yeah, they were going for it.

There was talk
about them moving in together.

How did you get on with Jez?
Me? Yeah, he was all right.

You and Kelly were good friends.

Did you ever share clothes?

Sometimes.

What about boots?

No.

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

If Jez's relationship with Kelly
was serious,

then we could just be talking about
a case of jealous lover.

Rowan Yarrow?
Possibly.

I think something else is going on,
though.

The slashing, the gunshot,
why use the myth?

It's like they want
some kind of vengeance.

So what do we do now?

Well, it's early
and we've been up all night,

so I'll pop home
and you can hold the fort here.

SNORING

You slept in.
I never!

Don't be ridiculous.

Bloody hell.

Must be all that stress.
Or beer.

Or you like the bed.

Pat, I've been thinking.
Uh-oh.

We tried everything,
nothing's worked.

Everything's changing.

I think this has to be
the last year we come here.

It's over.

Oh!

Bother me.

What...? You're gonna give me
a heart attack!

DOG BARKS

I don't know, gone all night?
Blame Winter. He leads me astray.

You OK?

If I could figure out
what was going on.

The key is somehow buried
in the myth of The Wolf Hunter.

I just can't quite fathom
what it is.

Well, what do you need to know?

I spent half the night reading
the kids' local history projects,

and The Wolf Hunter
featured pretty heavily.

Why would he appeal to kids?

This is someone who goes
around killing people, and wolves.

But he's conflicted. I think the
kids respond to his vulnerability.

Vulnerability?
I'm clearly missing something.

He was abandoned as a child
by his family.

Left in the woods
on the night of the full moon.

Abandoned because...?

The wolves were closing in
and his family fled.

Then the wolves brought him up.

So the wolf is both
predator and protector?

Exactly. The Wolf Hunter is torn
between loving and hating

both of his families.

That's why even someone like
Wade Andow can relate to him.

Do you know him?
Yeah, he was a pupil of ours.

But we had to let him go.
He's in the paper.

Talking about finding the body.

He lashed out at a teacher
he thought was looking down on him.

He was very sensitive boy,
with a really bad attitude.

It was such a shame.
He was talented.

He showed real potential
as an artist.

Thanks for the call, Mark.

You've clearly heard the news.

You and Kelly were obviously close.

How long had you known her?

I've sort of always known of her.

I came here 18 years ago, that was
the summer that she was born.

And then a few years ago,

she just swung into the cafe
demanding a job.

Do you have any idea why she was
leaving, or where she was going?

London.
Yeah, she always talked about it.

She dreamt of bigger things
than Little Worthy.

And why would she
go through with it now?

Because of what happened to Jez,
I guess. She loved him to bits.

Can you think of anyone who might
have had a grudge against either Jez

or Kelly? Or both?

No. No, they got on with everyone.
Well, Kelly didn't. But...

she kind of treated everyone
with equal contempt.

What about Rowan Yarrow.
How was Kelly about her?

Fireworks, those two.

All that New Age-y stuff
wound Kel right up.

And she also thought that
Rowan was after Jez.

PHONE RINGING

Excuse me.

Yes, Winter.

I'm in Jez Gladberry's workshop.
It's been broken into

and I think I know
what's been taken.

Bolt cutters.

What are you doing?

It's black tourmaline.
Good for soaking up negative energy.

Oh, right.

Jez Gladberry.

Did you know that he was seeing
Kelly Kirk-Lees?

Yes. Yes, I did. He confided in me.

He was stressing about his father,
life, love.

I suggested I do some Reiki healing.
He told me about Kelly.

I'm so sorry to hear about
what's happened.

Did you know Miss Kirk-Lees?

A bit, from The Hub. She was...

quite a live wire.

Indeed.

And why was Mr Gladberry stressing?
You mentioned love.

I got the impression he might have
been seeing someone else,

apart from Kelly.

I'm going to need a little bit more
than that, I'm afraid, Mrs Yarrow.

Were you fond of Mr Gladberry?

Perhaps jealous of his
growing relationship with Kelly?

No, of course not.

After all the things
I've done for you.

These people
have done nothing to me.

They have to me. They have to go.
How many more?

Until it's over.

And when will that be?
Soon!

Come on, Wade.

Just one more.

That's all.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Hey.

How's business? Thriving?

Not great, to be honest.
I told you.

Little Worthy isn't ready
for fancy camping.

We'll see. Come on, Bran.

Way too much negativity
around here.

Right, to the victor, the spoils.
And what lovely spoils they are.

Great big keg of Best Bitter.

Right, let's show this shower
who's boss round here.

Ronnie?
SHE BLOWS THE WHISTLE

ALL GROAN

Missed by a whisker!

Whisker.
By a country mile, more like.

You do know that you are supposed
to actually hit the target?

Watch it, you.

Come on, Mel,
you've got this.

ALL GROAN

Pat Everett's been contacting
the property companies in the area.

You think they're trying to
drive them out and take over?

Could the murders be
something to do with that?

Not much of a motive, though, is it?

Murder's hardly good for business,
is it?

Two deaths in the village
will be the end of Yarrow Gl...

Camping.

Let's call it by its proper name,
shall we? It's a glampsite, Winter.

You see, language is a living,
breathing thing.

That's part of the beauty of it.

What do we know about Mr Everett?

Self-made man.
He's been coming here for years.

His wife goes off
for walks on her own.

I mean, you think she could be
capable of killing someone?

Let's find out where Ronnie Everett
goes on her walks.

Oi! You two, stop gawping.
Come here.

Can we have him instead?
No, you can't.

ALL GROAN

Good luck.

I might have something for you.
Can't you see we're busy detecting?

ALL GROAN
Love an Aunt Sally, me.

Well, don't just stand there.

Have my go. The elbow's playing up.

CHEERING
Yes!

It's all about technique, Winter.

Wallop. By jingo,
you've got some gumption.

Thanks!

I think.

Bye.

Oh, thank you.

I can confirm Kelly Kirk-Lees
was shot with a silver bullet.

Fired from a real gun?
Very much so.

And not the one at The Hub,
confirmed as a fake yesterday.

Also, had a bit of time
over a cuppa, so I thought I'd read

Josie Skelton's blog
about The Wolf Hunter.

And?

The phrasing is remarkably similar

to the phrasing used
by The Wolf Slasher.

Thank you. Well, I guess
there's always next year.

I don't know why we bother.
Oh, that's the spirit (!)

CLANKING

What's going on?

What are you doing?
SOBBING: I've had enough!

I hate everything about this!
Kelly was right!

It's gone too far! And no-one cares!

Oi! I put a lot of work into this!
Yeah, just to make money.

To get your mum back!
No, no, no. No.

To get us all back on track.
So we can be together again.

Don't touch me!

You don't get it, do you?

Mum is never coming back! She
doesn't want to be here with you.

Don't you dare say that!

Steve, stop it. Leave it.

OK? Just let her go.

SHE SOBS

It's OK, Josie.
She's gone, Mel.

I'm so sorry.

CLANK,
WATER BURBLING

Popping out.

As you wish, love. And later...
shall we go to the pub, hey?

Seeing as we're off tomorrow
and maybe... aren't coming back...

..this could be the last time.

Shall I join you?
Yes.

Yes, I would like that.

Hello?
In here.

Exhibition finished?

Well, I think we've all had enough
of The Wolf Hunter now, don't you?

Can I help you?

Actually, it's Josie
I need to speak to.

In your blog about The Wolf Hunter,

you refer to his claws
being like "silver, shining talons".

The Wolf Slasher,
reporting Jez Gladberry's death,

said he was ripped by

"silver, shining talons".

Funny, that. Isn't it?

So you could have
borrowed Kelly's boots,

which potentially places you near
the scene of Jez Gladberry's murder,

and you were very much
in the vicinity of Kelly's.

So, were you are in the woods
the night before last? The truth.

It was you who found Jez's body
and posted about it online.

Did you see or hear anything?
No.

But I didn't arrive till later.
Wade...

Wade left early next morning
because he's like that.

So you and Wade are an item.
God, no.

Kind of.

I like him loads,
but he's not into me.

I see.

How did you get into The Hub?

Dad gave me a set of keys
in case I ever needed them.

You said you didn't get to the woods
until late.

Was Wade already there
when you arrived?

Yes. He said he'd been there ages
putting up the... tent.

PAT: Tragic.
Seeing it go to ruination.

Wade who?
Andow.

To whom you have lent easels and
paint and presumably your expertise.

Have you taken him under your wing?
Well, someone had to.

The boy has a talent.

Just needed bringing out, you know?

You know, I always thought
that Jez might pick up the brush,

but he didn't.
Wasted his potential.

An odd-job man and smithy!

Each to his own, Mr Gladberry.

Customary
when painting the landscape to paint

everything that's there, isn't it?

An artist can do as he pleases.

Still, to do so many
and not to include the campsite,

what is it about that view,
Mr Gladberry?

Your wife's favourite, you say.

We used to sit outside
and look at it.

And they were building
that damned site.

She couldn't even die in peace?

Is that why you're sabotaging
the site? Or getting Wade to?

What is the point
in developing his talents

if you're just going to persuade him
to commit crimes?

I just wanted that place gone!

Mr Gladberry, where is Wade now?

Sir.

Wait! Don't go any further.

It's not safe. Come down.

HORN BLARES

Presumably it was you
who broke into Jez's workshop

and stole the bolt cutters?

As well as going online and posting
bad reviews of Yarrow Glamping.

Did you also take a gun
from the workshop?

No.

What about killing two people
in the manner of The Wolf Hunter?

No, of course not.

But you were in the woods
the night Jez was killed.

I hear you have a lot of talent.

Why would you waste it? For money?
Was Mr Gladberry paying you?

No. I just owed it to him.

He didn't mean to hurt anyone,
he just wants the campsite shutdown.

You could have said no.
I could have,

but do you know what it's like?

To have everyone think you are
a no-mark loser

who'll do nothing with their life?

Eric was good to me.

He took me under his wing,
encouraged me.

And he was broken
after his wife died.

How did Jez feel
about your friendship with his dad?

Jez didn't care.
He had other things on his mind.

Like what?

Women.
Plural?

Kelly Kirk-Lees and...?

Who else?

I don't know, but he'd been
seeing someone else for ages.

Just thank God no-one was injured,
to be honest.

Thanks, Bran.
Hang on a second.

WATER BURBLING
What's going on?

I don't understand. Who fixed it?

It were just your flange
and sprocket mechanism.

And your widget needed unblocking.

How do you know about...
Pumps, lad. Pumps.

That's where I made my money.

You can't hammer a nail in
over the internet.

You can knock it off the bill.

Oh, tell him, love.
Tell him what?

That angel investor
you've been in touch with.

You're looking at him.
What?

No way.

I only invest in the best,
that's why I were testing you.

I don't understand.
You hate glamping.

Aye.

But I love Ronnie,
and I love it round here.

We were going to move here
permanently,

but we've changed our mind.

Because of us.
No.

No, no. It's just time for us
to move on. We wish you well.

We'd better be getting on.

Got us goodbyes to do.

We'll keep in touch.

DUCKS QUACK

Sir. I checked the properties that
the Everetts have been looking at.

It's Daisy Cottage.
It's been empty for years.

So, did one of them
used to live there, or...

do they want to buy it?
It's listed to a holding company,

but we'll find out
who's behind that.

The Everetts have been coming here
for decades, haven't they?

36 years. Ronnie Everett
was very specific about that.

The previous owners
used it as a rental property.

Maybe they stayed there once.
Your holiday snaps are back. Winter?

Thank you.
AKA Mr Skelton's film.

I think you'll like them.

What's that?
Here. Thought you'd like that bit.

So I had it enlarged.

Another Wolf Hunter.
The real one.

So Steve Skelton was telling
the truth, he isn't The Wolf Hunter.

So who is?

Well, I have more
on the boot prints.

They belong to someone

who repeatedly puts
a lot of weight on one side.

Someone with a consistent limp.

Thank you, Annie.
Oh, you shouldn't have.

Well, it's only me.

We're gonna miss you so much,
you know.

Thank you, you've always been
so kind to us.

Mr Gladberry.

Did you find Wade?

Yes, indeed. Just in time.

He's been charged over trying to
sabotage Yarrow Glamping,

as you will be.

But first, I'd like to ask you
about a pair of boots you own.

Heavy tread?
Have you found them?

Excuse me?

My hip's been killing me
without them.

They just disappeared from my house.
Well, who took them?

I don't know. I asked Jez about it
and he said he didn't know either.

But you know what?

I figure it's most probably
someone he's seeing.

You never met this person,
but you sometimes heard them.

When were they last there?

Three nights ago.

Did you hear anything specific,
like a row?

No. But I was pretty out of it
at the time.

So...

Are the Everetts leaving?
Sadly. Salt of the earth, those two.

I gather they were interested in
a cottage in the woods.

Any idea why?

They stayed there the first time,
the entire summer.

They're definitely gonna be missed.

You talk as if
they're never coming back.

They're not.
They're leaving for good.

This photograph.
From that first summer.

We thought they'd be back next time
with a little 'un.

But they weren't. And no mention.

We thought they'd lost the child,
didn't really like to ask.

Well, you don't, do you?

Sir.

Take Mr Gladberry to the station

and charge him over the damage
to Yarrow Glamping.

And find out when the current owner
bought that cottage in the woods.

Will do. Where are you going?

To see if Josie Skelton has any idea
who else Jez Gladberry was seeing.

Sorry, we're not... Oh! Hello.
We're heading off later.

Oh, well, I'll see you next time.

Not sure you will.

All that glamping. I thought...

We thought we could hack it,
but it's not to be.

Me and that Brandon are chalk and
cheese, so we won't be coming back.

We wanted to give you
just a little present

to say thank you for
all the cups of tea over the years.

Oh, thank you.

Ronnie's read that cover-to-cover
about a million times.

We thought it were time
to pass it on.

Well,
it belongs here in the village.

Well, cheerio.
Bye.

Bye-bye, love.

Wow.

Kel never went near
the Gladberry's house.

She was scared of Mr Gladberry.
If she saw Jez, she saw him here.

Have you any idea who else
Jez might have been seeing?

Someone less scared
of Mr Gladberry, perhaps.

No idea.

You're really letting
The Wolf Hunter go, then?

You bet.

Tell me, the different elements
of the myth, the mask, the eyes,

being left in the woods.
Who came up with what?

The werewolf thing was my dad's.

The silver bullet and red eyes,
the website stuff was me.

What about being left in the woods?
Whose idea was that?

Can't remember now.

Mel maybe.

SHE GASPS

PHONE RINGS

Winter?

Wolf eyes on the sign
at the campsite.

Did you find out
about the sale of the cottage?

It was bought 18 years ago,

I'm still trying to track down
who's behind the holding company.

It's OK, I think I know.

What's going on?

I'm not sure. We'll need you
to account for all your guests.

Where's your husband?
I don't know, he took a call.

Mr Everett? Mrs Everett?

You've been coming to the village
for 36 years, I believe.

The first time you came,
you stayed at Daisy Cottage.

Why do you keep coming back?
It's private.

I'm sorry, but I have to ask,
do you have any children?

No. No, we don't.

Did you once?

We had a baby.

She was conceived at Daisy Cottage,
but we lost her,

then we couldn't have any more.

Lost her in what way?

I said, it's private.
It is all right, Pat.

We gave her up for adoption.

We were young, from strict,
Catholic backgrounds.

We'd only just met and didn't know
if we'd stay together.

We've regretted it every day since.

Did you have any way
of tracking the child down?

At that time, we didn't want that,
so we didn't give our details.

We just left a postcard.

But you've kept coming back here.

We wanted to buy the cottage,

but the trail went cold
on who owned it.

It's just too upsetting.

And we've given up hope.

Have you said
your goodbyes to people?

We have.

Have you given the glampsite
as the reason?

Yeah.

I mean, we wouldn't mention
the real reason, would we?

You said your husband received
a call. Do you know who from?

He just said it was a potential
investor, he's gone to meet them.

He's not meeting an investor.
He's meeting The Wolf Hunter.

And I think I know where.

GROWLING

I don't understand.
Nor did I at first.

I thought it was about vengeance.

But it's not.

I think it's about abandonment.

This doesn't have to happen.

You said
you weren't one for taking chances

on the roulette wheel of love.
But you did, didn't you?

You took a chance and you lost.

Why did you create a nest?
A haven?

Because I never had one.
Do you know what that's like?

To be always on your own? Huh?

Until I let Jez in, and Kelly.

I get that the costume was easy
and that you took the boots

from Eric Gladberry.
But a real gun?

Yeah, because the smithy and Jez
wanted to create the real thing,

but we couldn't have it
in the exhibition.

What about the cane?

It was the first one he did,
but it broke.

Jez was gonna leave,
and I couldn't have that.

I can't bear to be left.

We had a year.

I finally let someone in
who I could trust.

Or so I thought.

Why The Wolf Hunter?

Because, like him,
I was left in the wilderness.

Abandoned.

Not just by Jez,
but by your parents.

Did you look for them?
Yes, of course I did.

As soon as I was 18.

But the records didn't exist,
just some money and a postcard

of this place, so I came here
and I secretly bought the cottage.

And you know who your parents are
now, don't you?

Abandoning me again.

Only this time, it's his fault
that they're leaving.

Why don't you see them?
Speak to them? Meet them?

Because I've done wrong!

I can't bear the thought
of them knowing that.

Why didn't you make them stay?
No!

Think, Mel. Put the pistol down.

Why? Why? What's the point?

It's too late, they've gone.

They gave me a book on daisies.

Oh, great, well,
that's how I knew it.

Because the postcard I had said that
Mum loves them, and this place.

So all the while,
they were here the whole time.

They still are.
Yes, but I can't see them, can I?

Oh, I must have been so bad
for them to leave me.

I must've been,
otherwise why would they give me up?

Because we were young.

We cared too much
what other people would think.

We didn't know any better.

We let you down.
No, no, no, no.

Not after what I've done, no.
It's OK.

No, it's not OK!

All I've ever wanted was a family,
that's all I've ever dreamed of.

Why did you leave me?

I was a coward.
I couldn't find you.

I tried to find you.

Why does everybody leave me?

If you want someone to blame,
blame us. Not Mr Yarrow here.

He's the one that's driven you away.

He hasn't.

We're not going.

I don't care what you've done.

You're my flesh and blood.

Whatever happens after this,
I will never leave you again.

Nor me.

Mel.

My little Melanie.

SHE SOBS

BRANDON: Thank you. Thank you.

Mum. It's a little gift I made.

Thank you. It's beautiful.

Are you gonna be OK?
Yeah.

Pat's decided to help out, Mum
and Dad have said they'll chip in.

Fingers crossed. And the Everetts,
are they going to stay on?

Yeah. Yeah, in the cottage.

To be here for Mel.

Thank you. Thanks for coming.
You're welcome.

Any ideas where John got to?

I can't wait for us to try
some of these treatments together.

BARKING
Sit.

No, Paddy, sit. Stay.

Ah, since you all wanted to
check out the treatments,

I thought I'd see
what this was like.

But I'm fine, really,
don't worry about me.

Yeah, we can see that. Well,
once your muscles have relaxed,

perhaps you'd like to try
the Shakti Mat.

The what? What's that?
It's a bed of nails, darling.

PADDY BARKS

FLEUR: How about Garuda therapy?

Where they put bloodsucking leeches
all over you.

SPLASH
Paddy!

HOWLING