All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S04E02 - Destroying Angel

(soft music)

(upbeat orchestral music)

(birds chirping)

(intense music)

(upbeat orchestral music)

(intense music)

- Agaricus Silvicola on leaf litter

in association with oak.

(bird wings flap)

(bird caws)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful heart beat)

(upbeat orchestral music)

Laetiporous Sulphureus on oak.

Matured in two days from
small yellow nodules

into a magnificent fan-shaped ripeness.

(sizzling)

(suspenseful music)

As I cut into the frond,

a small quantity of clear liquid
streams from the incision.

Absolute perfect freshness.

(branches crackle)

(spooky music)

(eagle hoots)

(ominous music)

(thudding)

(bells chiming)

(mellow orchestral music)

- 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.
(bells ringing)

(footsteps thumping)

(car door slams)

Inside.

(church bells ringing)

- What do you do when you want

to make a quick get away, Colin?

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

(sad music)

- 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.

(sad music)

(door bangs)
(intense music)

(bouncy piano music)

(rain thunders)

- 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 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 fête.

- What a very pleasant
surprise, Chief Inspector.

- Mr. Punch still keeping the locals

on the straight and
narrow is he, Professor?

- (chuckles) Oh you flatter me.

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

I was expecting Gregory to be here.

- [Commentator] Here come Streak,

and he bowls all out and (speaks faintly)

- Oh, for heaven's sake, Kenneth.

- You go on.

I'll join you in a minute.
- Flings himself to

fight to collect that.

And now we wait for the slow motion replay

on the big screen.

Over to our right, that
went a long, long way,

to get right down in
front of those six angles.

(gentle orchestral music)

(crowd murmuring)

- 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.

(upbeat orchestral music)

- 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 gimmicry".

(radio crackling)

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 none the less.

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
modernizations of course.

But enough of the hotel.

We're here to celebrate the full life

of a wonderful, caring and
much-loved human being.

(chiming orchestral music)

(soil clod thuds)

- The Grace of our Lord Jesus Christ,

the Love of God and the
fellowship of the Holy Ghost,

be with us all ever more.

Amen.

- [All] Amen.

(mourners murmur)
(upbeat orchestral music)

- 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 fête.

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 May Pole 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.

(suspenseful music)

(jolly orchestral music)

- 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?

- [Barnaby] There're
always one or two locals

holding their breath when Mr. Punch

takes the stage in Midsomer Magna.

(intense music)

- Perhaps we should start anyway?

- The fête 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 look out for
a new croquet partner.

(suspenseful music)

- You've got 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."

(people murmuring)

(digging tool thudding)

- Gregory's still not here?

- No, we should be loading up the theatre.

Clarice Opperman.

- How do you do?

- Oh, I am 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.

(slapstick smacks)

- [Judy] You tell me where that baby is.

- [Punch] I had a misfortune.

- [Judy] A misfortune?

What kind of misfortune?

- The child was terrible cross.

I throwed it out the winder.

- You throwed it out the winder?

(screaming)

Oh, I'll fetch the constable
and have you locked up.

(gasping)

- Oh, I'm sorry, I...

(sobbing)

- She's dropped a puppet.

- Where's he gone?

Where's Mr. Punch?

- 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?

- [Children] He's behind you.

- He's what?

- [Children] He's behind you.

- He's behind me?

- [Children] Yes.

- [Little Girl] He's downstairs.

- Someone's telling wee porky pies.

- No.

- Ooh!

(punching)
(children giggle)

(Polaroid clicks)

(clapping)

- Well done, mwah.

- 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.

- [Commentator] 299 for a circuit of 124.

Streak comes in oh, it's short
and pulled away by Schofield,

that'll go for four.

- Yes!

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- [Barnaby] Troy?

- Oh hello, Sir.

Wasn't expecting to hear from you today.

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

It's a possible missing person.

(radio commentator speaks faintly)

- Sorry, Sir.

Didn't quite catch that.

- [Barnaby] Would you just
turn the radio off and listen?

- Sir, yep.

- The man's name is Gregory Chambers.

45-years-old, medium build...

- If there's been any kind of accident,

we should find him.

- Isn't that Annie Tyson?

(gentle music)

- Annie, dear.

Have you seen Gregory at all?

- No.

Should I have?

- Not to worry.

Looks like a good day's shooting.

(car engine roars)

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.

- 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.

(crowd buzzing)

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 his self
another woman, done a runner.

(laughing)

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?

- 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.

- (gasps) Oh!

(suspenseful music)

- [Hilda] And now 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 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?
(car honks)

- No, I'm sorry, this is ridiculous.

I'm late for the designers.

(car engine roars)

- You gonna give us a hand, Tyson?

We're searching the woods for Gregory.

- You mind you don't
startle them pheasants.

(engine roaring)

- Annie's father, the hotel gamekeeper.

- Annie's father?

(uptempo orchestral music)

(dogs barking)

- Keep a straight line now.

Clarice?

Where you going?

- I want to check something.

(upbeat music)

(suspenseful music)

(car door bangs)

- [Peter] 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?

(dramatic music)

- Good job.

Oh my God!

(dramatic music)

- 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.

It's my guess 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
murder itself, could it?

- [Bullard] I don't think so.

It was a hacksaw that was used.

- Not a classic murder weapon.

- 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.

(Julia sobs)
(footsteps thudding)

(sad music)

- Who could have done it?

I don't understand.

Why?

Poor Gregory.

- God, this useless body, I...

(suspenseful music)

- First, Mr. Wainwright and then this.

Poor Suzanna.

- We'll want to start the
interviews tomorrow morning.

- Yes, of course.

- Fine, thank you

- Ah, just fine, fine.

- Good, well, 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?

- Yeah, that's right.

Mr. Wainwright was childless

and he wanted to pass on
the hotel 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 fête.

You're ready.

I saw that today at the Grenvilles'.

I want you 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.

(gentle music)

- Now remember.

Put your trust in Mr. Punch

and Mr. Punch will put his trust in you.

It's all about trust, my dear.

(uptempo theatrical music)

- 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?

(uptempo music)
(car door slams)

(fire sizzling)

(door bangs)

- Ah, Troy, check the hospitals?

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

- So we can reasonably assume
Gregory Chambers is dead.

- Just as well when you think about it.

Well, he'd only've been able

to manage a Judy show after that.

(Troy laughs)

- Get forensics to check
the hotel incinerator.

- Sir.

Sir, I was thinking.

You know the tradition
they have here at the fête

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.

(engine roars)

(door bangs)

- I understand 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 half past nine 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?

Yes.

Right, well, I had a
hairdresser's appointment

at 11 o'clock.

Other than that, I was here at the hotel.

- Which hairdressers 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.

- 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!

- (gasps) 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, 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 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?

(exhaling)
(upbeat music)

- 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 advisers.

I left their offices at roughly
11.40 to be back for twelve.

It's Trillingham Limited.

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.

- [Troy] It's a reasonable
route to take back from Causton.

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

Fifteen minutes, that's pushing it a bit.

No-one would've had time
to commit the murder

and dispose of the body.

(dog woofs)

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 murder happened here

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

If the murderer 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
eight 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 fretting about it.

A man plants his seed

and then decides he doesn't wanna own it.

He should expect the worst.

- You.

You. (yells)

(glass shutters)
(upbeat music)

(screaming)

- Yes, Tristan was with me from 10:30

'til about twenty to twelve.

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 god-daughter'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 kill Gregory Chambers?

- No, it came as a total shock.

This village is normally so, so peaceful.

(suspenseful music)

- 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.
(chair crashes)

- 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 kill him?

No.

I should've done maybe.

Aw! (groans)

- Get him an ambulance.

Mr. Tyson, Mr. Tyson,
were you in the woods

between 9:30 and midday 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" (laughs)

That's a word, coming from him.

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

- Where we can I find him?

(knocking)

- 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.

(kitchen timer ringing)

- [Florence] 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 month's 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 murder?

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

What can you tell me about Colin Salter

and his relationship with Gregory?

- (chuckles) Oh no.

Not even Colin would kill for
the sake of some wild fungi.

Mind you, now you mention it,

they did once come to blows
once over some puffballs.

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

- All right, listen, I'm gonna
give you a short cut 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 up there with
his housekeeper, Florence.

He likes it out in the open

and I'm not speaking metaphorically.

(cock crows)
(door bangs)

- Annie? Tyson?

Are you all right?

- 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?

(Annie sobs)

(gentle music)

- Sir?
- Yeah.

What's this here Annie?

Is it blood?

How did it get here?

(Annie sobs)

- See, you're, all right.

- 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 killed 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 fête?

- 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 "Good bye, fare you well".

- Good bye, fare you well.

(Evelyn laughs)

That's the way to do it.

- It may be a bit much for
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, well, hank you.

We have made an arrest.

Annie Tyson.

- Annie?

No.

- We found her at their
smallholding by a bonfire

with remnants of Gregory's clothing.

We also found bloodstains in
the back of her Land Rover.

- Did you know she was four
months pregnant by Gregory?

- (sighs) I'd guessed as much.

I can't believe it.

- Sit down.

Troy?

- Sorry.

It's very old and delicate.

(suspenseful music)

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
I.D. 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 mid-day 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.

(Annie sobs)

(ominous music)

(dramatic squeaking)

(footsteps thudding)
(spooky music)

(door bangs)

(man retches)

(dramatic music)

- Oh, I thought you were Colin Salter.

Tristan's sick.

We thought it might be the mushrooms.

(car engine roars)

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
that day the thief strikes.

- [Salter] And you've
experienced vomiting,

diarrhoea and stomach cramps?

- Yeah.

- [Salter] 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?

- Yes, 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.

(Tristan groans)

(stretcher rattles)

(door bangs)
(ambulance engine fires)

- 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 killed.

- 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 murder.

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

- Your car was parked in the woods

at the time of the murder.

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
left on their door step.

She thinks they're poisonous as well.

- Enjoy yourself.

Have a lovely time.

- Thanks very much, Mrs. Pope.

(gentle music)

(motorbike engine roars)

- 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.

(running footsteps thudding)

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 kill anyone.

(suspenseful music)

(bottles jingle)

(cupboard rattles)

(glasses crack)

(spooky music)

(cupboard crashes)

- Troy, stop.

- Problem?

(Julia screams)

(ominous music)

- 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.

(clicking)

(engine roars)

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 murdered?

- 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?

- Precisely.

Maybe there was something in the threats

they didn't want us to know about?

A "stop it or else" message perhaps?

(horn blares)
(car engine roaring)

- 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 inquiries.

She'll be back with you shortly.

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

(car engine roars)

- 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.

- [Woody] He did a damned
good steak sandwich.

- Oh, for pity's sake, Woody.

- Well he did.

Best in the county.

- [Evelyn] 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.

- [Mr. Punch] You're a suspect.

- I'm not a suspect.

- [Mr. Punch] Yes you are.

- I'm not.

I'm not am I, Sergeant Troy?

- Do you know anything about a mushroom

called the Destroying Angel?

- [Mr.Punch] Told you.

- This is not a joke, Miss Opperman.

It's a murder investigation.

- I'm not really a suspect, am I?

Stop it.

I wanted to run the puppet show?

And that's why I killed 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.

- Look.

The new owners being
beneficiaries of the will?

- Well, 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've just found Gregory's script

for his Punch and Judy show at the fête.

He'd already prepared it.

Or at least some of it.

He mentions a "piece of paper".

- And this is where you found it?

- In the drawer.

- Phone call.

It's the station for you.

- Troy, could you get that, please?

- Yes, sir.

- And you're 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.

- And what makes you say that, Troy?

- She'd 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 kill
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 reactions

of one or two people when I do.

(engine roars)
(suspenseful music)

(children cheering)

(saxophone chiming)

- 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
killed a couple of days ago.

- We're doing it as a tribute.

We found Gregory's script for the fête.

He must have written it before he died.

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

- Well, perhaps as it's a tribute...

(cheerful band music)

(Land Rover engine roars)

(suspenseful music.

- Oh!

- Perhaps you should try the coconuts.

- Joyce!

- Hello.

- How are you?

(ominous music)

- [Tannoy] 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?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, there is someone, but
we won't be seeing him today.

Excellent shot, but sadly he's...

- In hospital?

- Yes.

- Thank you.

(cheerful band music)

(laughing)
(whistling)

(audience applauding)

- Poor man.

How pale he looks.

I'll feel his pulse.

Ha, are you dead, Mr. Punch?

- Yes.

(children laugh)

- I never heard a dead man speak before.

What's that you say?

A piece of paper?

What piece of paper?

(suspenseful music)

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

(audience murmurs)

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

(thumping)

(audience laughs)

- Gregory!

Gregory!

Gregory!

(audience applauding)

- Well done, mwah.

- Thank you.

- Mwah.

Thank you very much.

- We enjoyed it.

- 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 it.

(suspenseful music)

(whistling)

- What is it, Sir?

- I'm trying to learn about fungi.

[Barnaby Voiceover] It was Gregory

who collected the mushrooms?

- Yes.

The day before he was killed.

- Ooh, 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.

(suspenseful music)

(nail-filled object thuds)

- 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.

(popping)

(whooshing)
(engine revving)

(tyres squeal)

(horn honking)

(nail device slithers)

- 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,
didn't succeed, did they?

And yes, yes, they may try again.

- You think they think I know something?

- Well, do you?

- No!

- That 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?

- [Barnaby] 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 murder scene.

Gregory's cleaning brush
was found a couple of yards

from this tree stump.

Along with some blood stains.

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 today.

Did you?

- Suzanna knew Gregory
was having an affair.

Before he was murdered.

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.

(suspenseful music)

- Calm down.

You must calm down.

Yes, I understand that, but...

(suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Who is this?

Who is it?

(suspenseful music)

Oh, my God.

(Tristan groans)

(gasping)

(suspenseful music)

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

but they were pleased
with the way it went.

Tom?

- Uh?

- 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.

- Well, 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.

(suspenseful music)

(gun explodes)

(body thuds)

(woman screams)
(ominous music)

- 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.

(phone ringing)

It sounded like...

- Hello?

- [Mr. Punch] You are next.

- Who is this?

Who is it?

- [Mr. Punch] You are next.

I'm coming to get you.

- Oh, my God.

(intense suspenseful music)

So I took the gun from the gun cupboard.

It was Gregory.

He's alive.

- What do you mean?

- They only ever found the hand.

Maybe Tristan never actually killed him.

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

And now Gregory's come back,

and he's killing 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 murder Gregory Chambers?

- Yes.

Yes.

What was she doing with the knife?

- And you planned to kill 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.

(Wainwright laughs)

- 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.

(intense suspenseful music)

(door latch clicks)

- She killed 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.

(suspenseful music)

(Nurse Denise sobs)

- [Barnaby Voiceover] 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.

- Barnaby Voiceover] Which was when

they decided to murder him.

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

(arrow whizzes)
(bird caws)

(thudding)

(ominous music)

- 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 kill 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 killing us.

Poor Gregory.

(life support machine beeps)

- 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.

- [Tristan Voiceover] 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 murdered 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.

(Salter gasping and squealing)

(upbeat music)

(gasping)

The bag must have split.

I didn't realise the hand had
fallen out 'til 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 were the beneficiaries
of the new will?

Could help us catch your murderer.

(gentle music)

- Insurance.

I thought if Suzanna
could murder one husband,

she might just be tempted
to murder another.

(upbeat orchestral music)

- Sir, a builder's turned up,

claiming he unscrewed the
Gooders' cupboard from the wall.

- What?

- I 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 gonna 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 murderer.

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.

- [Boy] 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.

(Troy knocks)

- Sir?

They've found the body.

- Weighed down and tied
to something inflatable

which had been pierced
with an arrow, yeah?

- Yes, Sir.

- Will you show our friend out,

we've got some calls to make.

(suspenseful music)

(sirens wailing)

- Yes?

(lawn mower engine roaring)

(suspenseful music)

- What about the body in
the middle of the lake?

How did he manage that?

- A bow and arrow and some fishing line.

(suspenseful music)

(arrow swishes)

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 murder.

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.

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.

- [Evelyn Voiceover]
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 knew 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?

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.

(suspenseful music)

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.

(suspenseful music)

- Are you okay?

- 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?

- 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] Yeah, of course.

(crowd yelling)

- [Crowd] Gregory.

- 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.

- [Evelyn] Didn't, he didn't 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.

- [Barnaby] 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?

(clicking)

- We wouldn't have been able

to introduce the poisonous mushrooms

if Tristan hadn't kept the ones

that Gregory collected
before he killed him.

Anyone who's 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
weren'T 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 fête.

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

(Evelyn's body thuds)
- 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.

(sad music)

My darling.

- Oh, Woody. (gasps)

(sad music)

(stretcher rattles)

(doors bang)

(ambulance engine roars)

- 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?

- Okay.

- 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?

- [Barnaby] How am I supposed to get it

through a hoop from here?

- [Joyce] 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, silly me.

- Does Woody know that
Evelyn was a mass murderer?

- 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 murderer?

Yeah, yeah I did.

- I won't tell anyone.

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

(bouncy orchestral music)