All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S10E01 - Dance With the Dead

(soft music)

♪ I'll be seeing you ♪

(kissing resonates)

♪ In all the old familiar places, ♪

♪ That my heart of mine
embraces all day through ♪

♪ In that small café,
the park across the way ♪

♪ The children's carousel ♪
(woman chuckles)

♪ The chestnut tree, the wishing well ♪

♪ I'll be seeing you ♪

♪ In every lovely summer's day ♪

♪ In everything that's light and gay ♪

♪ I'll always think of you that way ♪

♪ I'll find you in the morning sun ♪

♪ And when the night is new ♪

♪ I'll be looking at the moon ♪

♪ But I'll be seeing you ♪

(exhaust smoke hissing)

(upbeat mysterious music)

(feet thumping)
(dog tag clinging)

(birds singing)

(soft music resonating)

(door handle blocks)

- [Elaine] No, no, no!

You are like a herd of
galloping elephants.

I want light, white swans.

(knocking)

And five, six, seven, eight

that's very good.

Keep in time.

No dear, you're going at it

like a pig at a cabbage slow down.

That's very good there.

Keep smiling Harry, think Fred and Ginger.

Very good, that's it, good.

Carol, head up darling.

That's it, now you've got it.

Everyone we're not at a
funeral, can you smile?

Keep it going

very good thank you.

(birds singing)
(soft dramatic music)

(gravel crushing)
(brakes squealing)

(knocking)

- It's dancing classes 'til 12.

Then short mat bowling from 12 'til two.

She knows that.

Thinks her precious dance class

has priority over everything
else in the village.

And she's locked the door.

Ah!

- See you next week.

- Bye.

- This is not good enough, Elaine.

We've been kept waiting 20 minutes.

- It's 12 minutes.

Bye, Jean.

- I'm gonna make an official
complaint about this.

- Then make one.

Now don't forget to practise, Harry.

- Thanks, Elaine.

- Bye, Carol.

(door handle clicks)

- I told you before.

- Bye Sally.
- See ya.

- I'll teach you how to dance.

Fancy driving out for a drink somewhere?

- No, thanks.

- Oh, it's no problem.

We'll pick your kid up
from nursery school,

then take him with us.

- I'm not interested, Tony.

Why don't you take your wife out instead?

(car door slams)

(car engine starts)
(dramatic music)

(car rumbling)

(dramatic music intensifies)

(feet thumping)
(birds singing)

(dramatic music intensifies)

(car rumbling)

- Sir,

Mrs. Frances Kirby.

She contacted the police.

Wait till you see the car.

Must have run out of fuel eventually.

Shame, really.

Only a kid.

- Yes.

ID?

- Credit cards in his wallet, Sir.

Name's Simon Bright.

Obviously decided to go in style.

(police siren resonating in distance)

- Then why the two glasses?

What about the flowers?

- Suicide pact?

- Yeah, well if it was,

it turned out very nastily, didn't it?

- Well, if someone was with him

they could have had a change of heart.

- Could have tried to go for help.

Probably half poisoned by the fumes.

Right, you check out the hospitals.

And I want the area searched.

- Sir.

(soft music)

♪ For all we know ♪

♪ We may never meet again ♪

♪ Before we go ♪

- I can't give you a description,

they would have been suffering

from some kind of asphyxiation,

which was caused by exhaust fumes.

- I was jogging, I do it every day.

- Same route?

- Mostly, yes.

- And did you see anyone, round about?

- No.

- What about on other occasions?

- Well, the odd dog walker or two.

Oh, that poor boy.

- Yeah, did you know him?

- No, not to speak to.

I saw him in the village.

- Sir, I've spoken to
both local hospitals.

No admissions that fit the bill.

(gravel crushing)

(dramatic music)

- Mr. Paul Bright?

- Yes.

- I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby from Causton CID.

This is Detective Sergeant Ben Jones.

- What's wrong?

It isn't Simon, is it?

Only I haven't seen him since last night.

Please.

Don't tell me there's been an accident.

- Erm, should we talk inside?

- Just tell me.

- There has been an incident, Mr. Bright.

I have to tell you that your
son, Simon, has been killed.

(dramatic music)

- No!

That car.

That bloody car.

I warned him about that car.

- We don't think it was an accident,

we think it was suicide.

- We are very sorry, about your loss.

- I want to see him.

I want to see my son.

- Over to the left.

- Er, no I'm sorry, Mr. Bright,

but we've got forensic
tests to do, I'm sorry.

- He loved driving that old Humber.

Could hardly keep him out of it.

Loved the music.

- Did he have any, you know,

any emotional problems, any worries?

- No, He was a happy, friendly kid.

We hardly ever had a cross word.

(gravel crushing)

(door opening)

- I forgot those vegetables.

- It doesn't matter.

- I got talking to someone
in the pub and I just forgot.

- I said, it doesn't matter.

- You mean you're not going to nag me

for forgetting something?

- Right now I'm too upset to care.

- Well, that makes a change.

- Hasn't anyone told you?

I'm surprised it's not all
round the village by now.

- Told me what?

- I found a body.

I had to report it to the police.

- A body?

- Up at the airfield.

- Whose body?

- A young boy.

He'd killed himself.

- Well, why didn't you
call me on my mobile?

You know I'm an expert on bodies.

- Oh, for goodness sake!

Tony?

- Has that girl got
anything to do with this?

- What girl?

- The one he was going out with.

- What's her name?

- Laura something or other.

- Any idea where she lives?

- No.

But she works as a barmaid.

In the Airman pub.

- Is she a blonde, or
brunette, or what is she?

- Brunette, long brown hair.

I don't like her.

Don't like her sort.

- Was he out with her last night?

- I expect so.

He'd been seeing her most nights.

- Weren't you worried
when he didn't come home?

- No.

He'd spend the night with her sometimes.

He, (sniffling)

He was old enough to look after himself.

- Tom?

- Let's get you home, Mr. Bright.

(car door opens)

- You were right, Tom.

There was somebody else involved.

And it's possible that he
was already unconscious

before he died of carbon
monoxide poisoning.

- Really?

- Yeah, he'd received a fairly hefty blow.

With some sort of blunt instrument.

See?

Back of the head.

(car engine rumbling)

- Jones, Hold on!

- Mr. Bright, Mr. Bright,

I have to tell you that
there is a possibility

that your son did not kill himself.

- I could have told you that.

(dramatic music)
(car rumbling away)

(church bells resonating in the distance)

(high heels tapping)

(door bell clinging)

- Have you heard the sad news, Richard?

- What sad news?

- Young Simon Bright.

He's killed himself.

Frances found the body.

- Frances?

- Yes, when she was jogging
up by the old airfield.

Poor Simon.

He was one of my pupils.

He stopped dancing, but
he was quite talented.

- Is Frances all right?

- Well, she's a bit shaken up,

but yes of course she's all right.

(soft orchestral music)

(patrons chattering)

- All this to do with Cooper's
Cross airfield, is it?

- As it used to be, yeah.

- It was a fighter station?

- That's right.

Part of the second line
of defence in those days.

They'll tell you all you need to know.

- Thank you.

- Can I get you anything?

- Er, no, no thank you.

I am Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby from Causton CID.

- Oh.

- And you are?

- Jim Druce.

- How do you do?

Is your barmaid not with you today?

- No, she didn't turn up this morning.

Why, what's she done?

- Oh, nothing, nothing as far as I know.

What's her name?

- Laura.

- Yeah, no, her second name?

- Sharp.

- yeah, and does she live locally?

- Yes, just the other
side of Cooper's Cross.

Although, she's not from round here,

she's from North London.

- What's she look like?

- Well, she's attractive.

Brunette. (chuckles)

Tiny.

- How do you get on with her?

- With Laura?

Fine.

She can charm most people.

But I like to keep an eye on her.

- Why?

- Because I think she helps herself

from the till now and again.

- Does she now?

Well, why don't you get rid of her?

- I haven't got around to that yet.

- Hmm.

How much are these?

(napkin sliding)

(knocking)

(high heels resonating)

- I heard the news, Frances.

So I had to come and
see if you're all right.

- Thank you, Richard.

- Well, are you?

Are you all right?

- Well, it's been an ordeal but.

- I'm sure it has.

- I'm getting over it.

- Well, that's good.

- And right now I'm going
to lie down for a while.

So why don't you run along
back to your post office

and I'll catch up with you later?

- All right, Frances.

(door closing)

(handbrake engaging)

(car door slamming)

- I haven't seen Laura
since yesterday morning.

- How long has she been living here then?

- For about a year.

When my husband walked out,
I had to take in a lodger.

I've got a mortgage to pay.

Why do you want to know about Laura?

- Could I see her room, please?

- Bella?

- Yeah.
- I'll be back

in just one minute.

- Okay.

- She's not the tidiest of people.

Has she done something wrong?

- Well, we're not sure yet.

- Look, I've a right to know if she has.

- How would you describe Laura?

- Laura?

Well, she's easy-going.

A free spirit.

A bit too free sometimes.

- How do you mean too free?

- Well, I need to talk
to her about the rent.

She's a few weeks behind.

- Well, it doesn't look as if she's done

a moonlight flit, does it?

- Don't you think I'd have
known about it if she had?

She has this other job at a kennels.

- Two jobs eh and she's claiming benefit,

what a naughty girl.

Have you got a photograph of her?

- Yes.

- Where?

- In my room.

It's the only one I've got.

- May I take it?

- Yes, I'd like it back, though.

- Oh, yes of course.

Oh, she is pretty.

- She only ever wears that old coat.

- She found it in a
charity shop in Causton.

- It's a good photo.

Do you know where it was taken?

- No.

(patrons chattering)
(glasses clinking)

(dramatic music)

- Hello, Eric.

- Is that right, Laura's gone missing?

- Looks like it.

Don't you want a drink?

(camera clicking)

- Bullard wants to move the body

and the car in about an hour, Sir.

- That's ok.

Here, Laura Sharp.

Get that photograph circulated.

And I want her checked out.

Apparently, she had another
job up at Foxmeadow kennels.

And a home address in North London.

- When was this taken?

When she was still at school?

- No, no that was recent that.

- You're kidding.

- Excuse me.

Frances Kirby.

She found a body.

Is that right?

- Who are you?.

- Tony Kirby.

Her husband.

Could I have a look?

- Woah, woah, woah.

There is a police
investigation going on here.

- And I happen to be an expert in bodies.

Though the ones I dealt
with were mostly in bits.

- How do you mean in bits?

- I was an air crash investigator.

- Did you know the deceased?

- Never met him.

- Were you here yesterday evening?

Do you have anything useful to tell us?

- No.

- Then would you mind leaving?

Now.

- I made a nice cake for
Ralph with real eggs.

And there's plenty left over,

so you can't let it go to waste.

Not these days.

- Rosemary.

Listen to me.

Up at the airfield.

Someone died there.

- Oh, they're always
dying at Cooper's Cross.

It's such a sad place.

- And you've got to stop going there.

Especially at night.

- But I have to go.

- Will you please listen to me?

- What if he comes back
and there's no-one waiting?

He'll like this cake.

(door closing)

- Hello, Mum?

Dad?

Am I in the right house?

- It's amazing!

- Hi Dad.

- Hi Cully.

Got a bit of local history, here.

Cooper's Cross airfield.

Do you know it?

- Never heard of it.

- Didn't know you were
a history buff, Ben.

- Oh, I'm up for anything.

- Oh, look this is interesting,

spitfires over Morton Fendle, gosh!

Do you want a drink, Cully?

- No, thanks, Dad.

I'm not staying.

- Your dry cleaning.

- Thanks, Mum.

How much do I owe you?

- 11.50

- Cully, is there any chance of a lift?

- Sure.

- Hate to drag myself away, Sir.

I'll catch up with the spitfires later.

(patrons chattering and laughing)

- There was this TriStar.

Came down in a wood.

It ripped its way through.

- Any news about Laura?

- No.

- Ah, you'd think the police

would tell us a bit more, wouldn't you?

- This TriStar.

There was wreckage and
body parts everywhere.

And you may not believe this

but I saw a pair of tits
hanging from a tree.

Speaking of tits, where's
the new barmaid, Jim?

I enjoyed the last one.

(chuckles gleefully)

(knocking)

(lock clicking)
(door bell dinging)

- Frances, come in.

- Thanks Richard.

- Poor thing.

Where is he?

- In the pub.

- Might have known, come on.

(dramatic music)
(burping loudly)

(car door slams)

I'm hoping this will cheer you up.

After all you've been through.

I was thinking of you quite a lot today.

- Oh, were you?

- I was handling post for
Singapore and Malaysia.

And I thought of you
flying out to such places.

You must have turned so many heads.

- I was younger then, Richard.

- Oh, but you're still beautiful.

Your aunt came in again today.

- Oh.

- Asking the same old question.

Are there any letters for
her from the Air Ministry.

And once again I have to
give the same old answer no.

Perhaps I should tell her

that the Air Ministry as
such no longer exists.

But I don't suppose that
would make much difference.

- I'll have another word with her.

- Your good health, Frances.

(glasses clinking)
- Yours too Richard.

(soft dramatic music)

(knocking)

- Who is it?

- It's Tony.

(lock clicking)

- What the hell do you want?

- I heard your lodger did a runner.

So I thought you might need some company.

- Go away.

(baby crying)

- He died of respiratory failure.

Carbon monoxide poisoning.

- What about the bang on his head?

- The impact mark suggests

that the striking weapon was rounded.

Maybe an iron bar.

There was alcohol in his system.

Oh, and the position he was sitting in,

in the back of the car.

It was odd.

- How do you mean odd?

- The hands and hips
were at the wrong angle.

It would have been uncomfortable.

- Got anything on the
other person with him?

- No more than we've got already.

I'd say female, as we guessed.

She could have been another victim.

- Or the killer.

- So why was there no sign of
struggle inside of the car?

- Hi.

- Won't be a moment.

Yes?

- Detective Sergeant Jones Causton CID

I was wondering if you could help me.

I was just by the
airfield at Cooper's Cross

and I saw an elderly woman.

Collecting clothes along
the perimeter fence.

Small village like this, I
wondered if you knew who she was?

- No idea.

It could be anyone.

- Thanks.

Sorry to disturb you.

- Frances?

(dog basking)

- Marissa Clarke?

- Yes.

- Good morning.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby, Causton CID.

- Oh, my god.

Speeding?

I always drive too fast
through the village.

- No, it's not about that.

It's about Laura Sharp.

Do you know where she is?

- Well, she promised to help out today

but she didn't turn up.

Then again, that's just like her.

Is something wrong?

- Well, let's just say we are
concerned about her safety.

Do you know her boy
friend, Simon Simon Bright?

- No, I mean she's talked
about him but we've never met.

- Well, I'm sorry to have to tell you

that he has been murdered.

- Oh, my God!

- Have you any idea at all
where she could have gone?

- No.

- Well, did she mention going
home at all, back to London?

- Not to me.

I do hope nothing's happened to her.

She's such a nice little thing.

- Yeah, but not a very
reliable girl, so I'm told.

- Oh, you can't trust her an inch.

- Do you think she's dishonest?

- No, she's just fickle.

Some people might find
that's part of her charm.

That poor chap.

I believe she met him at Elaine's.

- Where's Elaine's?

- The Elaine Trim school of dancing.

Although I don't think Laura
went to that many classes.

She saw it all as a bit of a joke.

(soft upbeat music)

- And a five, six, seven, eight.

Off you go, very good, lift your heads.

Darling, smile.

That's lovely.

Light, light as air.

- Oh, I ran some checks, Sir.

There's no convictions
under the name Laura Sharp.

- Lovely, smile.

Think you're at the palladium.

- What about her home address?

- I've spoken to the family.

She rings home now and again,

but they haven't seen her,
since Christmas before last.

- Now look, if you don't
stop when you turn,

you're going to vomit

and I'm not prepared to clear
it up like last time, Sidney.

Now spin your head!

- Miss Elaine Trim?

- Yes?

- DCI Barnaby.

(door slams)

- Marissa's a very dear friend of mine.

I expect she must be shocked
to hear such sad news.

- She told me, that Laura
had met Simon Bright

here at your dance school.

- That's right.

Although neither of them stayed very long.

I expect once they found
each other that was it.

Thanks to my classes I've
helped with many introductions.

Although not all of them have lasted.

The romance, you see, lies in the dance.

Marissa thinks I'm a natural match-maker.

- Do you think Simon and
Laura made a good match?

- I'm not sure about that.

- Why?

- Paul Bright might have been a problem.

- Well, I was told that
he and his son, Simon,

they got on very well together.

- That's not what Simon told me.

There were rows.

He was always threatening to leave home,

give up the family business.

And then there's Laura herself.

She's such a fly-by-night.

She's like someone on a non-stop journey.

Sponge?

(dramatic music)

- This Laura Sharp.

She doesn't look physically
capable of attacking anyone.

- Jones, you don't need
superhuman strength

to hit someone from behind
with a heavy object.

- This Simon Bright wasn't
exactly a big fella was he?

- Well, maybe she had an accomplice.

- Motive?

- Tell you what, we get
some odd people around here.

- What do you mean odd people?

- Hi there Causton CID.

- Don't worry.

I know who you are.

I've seen you in the village.

I've complained about this so many times.

But the parish council takes no action.

She's gaga.

Every night she leaves stuff here.

- Who are we talking about, sir?

- Rosemary, of course.

It's high time she was
put into residential care.

- Have you found Laura yet?

- Not yet, no.

- That's a shame.

- Unlike the rest of us,

aunt Rosemary doesn't have to
put up with life's problems.

She's somehow managed to cocoon herself

from all things troublesome.

- Is she local?

- No.

She and my mother grew
up in Leicestershire.

There was also an elder
brother named Ralph.

The sisters adored him.

He was their hero.

- And what did Ralph do for a living?

- He was a fighter pilot.

- Based at Cooper's Cross?

- Yes.

In 1944 he was reported
missing presumed dead.

My mother was 12 at the time.

Aunt Rosemary was 10.

They never gave up hope
for his safe return.

- Hello Rosemary.

- Hello.

- These gentlemen would
like to talk to you.

May we come in?

- I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby

and this is Detective Sergeant Jones.

- It's not bad news is it?

After all these years please
don't tell me it's bad news.

- They only want to talk to you, Rosemary.

Ask you some questions.

- Oh.

Please take them through.

I've just got to finish
this, make them some tea

while they're waiting.

- That's me as an air hostess.

Except they call it cabin crew these days.

- You look gorgeous.

Shame about the hat.

- This Ralph?

- Yes.

And this?

- Yes, that belonged to him.

He left it behind by mistake
when he was last on leave.

Aunt Rosemary hoped that leaving it behind

wouldn't bring him bad luck.

She never married.

She was too busy waiting for Ralph.

- The things she leaves in the lane.

- Food, clothes.

She believes that Ralph will
need them on his return.

- And you can't convince her otherwise?

And I suppose the local wildlife

make good use of the food parcels.

- Now then.

How can I help?

- Miss Wood, it's about the
old airfield at Cooper's Cross.

- Old indeed.

Have you seen it these days?

It's in a dreadful condition.

They'll have to mend it.

Otherwise how can the planes land?

Do sit down.

- Now, now, Miss Wood,

on your visits to the little
lane, alongside the airfield.

- Yes?

- Do you see anyone?

- Not really, vehicles sometimes.

- What about at night?

- Oh, no.

It's usually quiet then.

Mind you, there's been a big car there

for the last few nights.

Staff car I should think.

Air Chief Marshall.

Something like that.

I should think he's come to
look at the state of the place.

And about time, too.

- Did you actually see who was in the car?

- I'm afraid not.

- Well, you wouldn't have heard anyone?

- No.

- Of course, there's Tubbs Heath.

That's Bomber Command.

But they might let the fighters land there

for the time being.

As long as they let us know.

(soft upbeat music)

- You don't usually come home for lunch.

- No, I wanted a break from the war.

- The what?

- The war.

How's your dancing these days?

- Still pretty good, how about yours?

- Oh, try me right.

Oh needs a bit of polishing, but.

- Lovely.

- Mr. Budd?

Mr. Richard Budd?

- Yes.

- Good afternoon, Sir.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby from Causton CID.

Could we have a little talk, please?

- I'm sorry.

It's my afternoon off.

Perhaps my assistant could help you.

- It's not your post office business

I'm interested in, Mr. Budd.

I guess a man like you, a job like yours,

you must know all the residents

in this village reasonably well, yes?

- Wouldn't be much of a
postmaster if I didn't.

- And you must know Rosemary Wood.

- Well, of course I know her.

- And there's only one person
in this village, isn't there,

who goes out to Cooper's
Cross with food and clothing

for a long lost brother.

- Well, yes.

- So why did you tell my colleague

that you had no idea who it was?

Were you trying to protect someone?

- Me?

No.

Well

Frances, I suppose.

- Mrs. Kirby?

- Yes.

She has enough problems
with that husband of hers.

She doesn't need any more.

- Well, that's very
noble of you, Mr. Budd.

What can you tell me about Laura Sharp?

- Little Laura?

Not very much.

She comes here to cash her giro.

Of course, I don't want

to tell you your
business, Chief Inspector.

But I can't help wondering if Simon Bright

died because Laura was seeing another man.

- What other man?

(dogs barking and yelping)

- Wish I had a camera.

- You should see me on a bad day.

Come one honey, come on
boys, come on come on.

How are you Elaine?

- Fine, careful!

Just had my hair done.

Tonight's the night, remember?

- Er, no.

What night?

- Our big dance night.

Forties style.

You must come.

- Elaine, I haven't worn a
party frock in eight years,

I don't intend to start wearing one now.

- You could meet the man of your dreams.

- In Morton Fendle?

I don't need any
match-making done, thank you.

I'm very happy with these babies of mine.

Come on.

Yes.

Who's a big boy?

- Look at you, you're worn out.

Can't you get someone else to help you?

- Yeah, I'll have to.

- No word from Laura?

- No.

We miss her, boy, don't we?

Hmm?

(upbeat music)

- Mr. Kirby.

- Yes?

Oh.

- We'd like to ask you a couple
of questions now, if we may?

- Be my guest.

- Oh, I do think we should talk somewhere,

somewhere private.

- I've nothing to hide.

- OK, It's about your
relationship with Laura Sharp.

- I'd hardly call it a relationship.

- What would you call it?

- Well, I saw her a few times.
But I grew tired of her.

- You're a bloody liar, Tony.

She used you, like she
uses a lot of people

and then she dumped you.

And you didn't like it.

- Is that true, Mr. Kirby?

Did she dump you?

- Well, I wouldn't
exactly put it like that.

- I would.

You're not the Casanova you think you are.

- Did it make you angry?

Being dumped.

- Now hang on,

- Mr. Kirby, have you harmed Laura Sharp?

- Of course I haven't harmed her.

- Did you kill Simon Bright?

- Me?

No.

I couldn't hurt anyone.

- But you're fond of the dead.

You've told us that.

All those bodies you've had to deal with.

- That was my job.

- Your only job?

- No, before that I was an airline pilot.

Long haul.

- Until they got rid of you.

- Ok, thank you, thank you Mr. Kirby.

I'm sure we'll talk to you again later.

Thank you too, Mr. Druce.

- Where are you going?

- We are going dancing, Cully.

- You two?

- Yes.

- Where?

- I don't know. It wasn't my idea.

- You're very welcome
to come along with us.

If you've nothing better to do.

- This is lovely, Richard.

Just what I needed.

- When did you last
have a picnic with Tony?

- Never.

- Something must be done about him.

You know that, don't you?

(upbeat music)

- This is it?

- The whole band, yes?

Lovely.

And the pianist and can
you get the bass player,

and one of me?

Lovely!

- Eight pounds entry fee
is a bit steep, isn't it?

- Nothing to do with me, Eric.

- Don't let Elaine see you.

She's already got a photographer.

- This is private.

- I bet it is.

- Where's Dad's investigation
taking place at the moment?

- Some village or other.

- You've been conned, Mum.

- What?

- Hi, Cully.

- Don't tell me what you're doing here.

I've already sussed it.

- I'm undercover.

- Yes, but your feet give you away.

- Good evening Mr. Barnaby.

- Elaine!

This is my wife Joyce.

- How do you do?

(audience applauds)

- Now then, lovely smile girls.

Good, good, thank you.

- his is so weird.

It's like being back in time.

- Thank you.

Now then, turn around.

Now let's have a look at
those stocking tops, eh?

Right, come on, give us a bit more girls.

Good.

Little higher, little higher.

Oh yes, thank you.

Yes, good.

Come on a little bit more, that's it.

(audience applauds)

♪ I'll be seeing you ♪

♪ In all the old familiar places ♪

♪ That my heart and mind
embraces all day through ♪

- This is more my style, Frances.

Shall we?

- I've had two husbands,
both of them cheated on me.

I gave up partners after that.

- Sorry to hear it.

- Oh, don't be.

I'm happier that way.

- Elaine is the
match-maker of the village.

- Unofficially, of course.

But if I can make things
work for other people.

- Oh yes, your job is done.

- Exactly.

That bloody man!

Excuse me.

- the fairy godmother to end
all fairy godmothers, that one.

- Eric, what are you up to?

- Well, I thought I'd take some pictures.

- With who's permission?

- Eh?

- I've already hired a photographer.

- I know him, he's useless!

- Yes, but he's not a pensioner

and takes photographs of both sexes.

- Are you allowed to dance on duty?

- What?

- Come on.

- Lighten up, Richard.

You're not sorting parcels now, you know.

- Oh, shut up!

- It's about time they
bulldozed that airfield.

- Why?

- Because I don't understand these people.

What are they doing?

- Having a good time, apparently.

- Here they are, dancing to wartime songs.

There's a guy with a farmyard

stacked with wartime equipment.

We found his son dead in a wartime car.

Why can't they just let it go?

- Perhaps they can't.

- After all these years?

- We're a warring nation.

Think football.

I'll get you a drink.

- Oh, thanks.

- Jim, have you seen Carol?

- No.

Perhaps you'd better find
someone your own age, Tony.

Or are they all past it?

(audience applauds)

- I'll tell you one thing
about Elaine's match-making.

It doesn't do a lot of good.

- Why?

- Well, most of the people I've spoken to

in this village all live alone.

- Fancy a dance, love?

- Elaine, I saw Paul Bright
outside this evening.

Have you any idea who he
might have been waiting for?

- No.

Well, you see there's another
lonely heart, for you.

I'm surprised you haven't recruited him.

- Paul Bright?

Never.

You know why his poor
wife left him, don't you?

- No, no I don't?

- He used to beat her.

His son never forgave him for it.

- Hello.

Are you a member of the dance school?

- Me?

No.

- Good.

Let's show them how to do it, shall we?

- Er, actually.

Um sorry.

I'm, I'm, going to sit this one out.

- Oh.

- Think about it, Tony.

- What?

- You're not God's gift anymore.

And I should know.

- Yes, well screw you.

- It's time somebody did.

- Elaine, have you seen Carol?

- She's giving the event a miss this year.

- Why?

- I would have thought
it was obvious, Tony.

- Oh right.

I'll go pick her up then.

- This time of night?

- Don't you understand?

She hasn't turned up because
you won't leave her alone.

- Oh, piss off, will you?

- The same way that you won't
leave any young woman alone.

- That's because I'm happy and horny.

Which is more than I can
say for the rest of you.

Anyway, who would fancy
a sad old fart like you?

- Well, at least I made my own decision

to retire from business.

Unlike you, kicked out
of the aircraft industry

because of his appalling behaviour.

- Calm down, Eric.

He's really not worth it.

- Frances, may I introduce my wife?

Frances this is Joyce. Joyce, Frances.

- Alright folks, the Hokey Cokey!

♪ You put your left arm in,
you put your left arm out ♪

♪ in out, in out, shake it all about. ♪

♪ You do the Hokey-Cokey
and you turn around, ♪

- Eric Usher.
♪ You turn it all around ♪

- Sorry?

- Eric Usher.

I noticed he was taking
photographs earlier on.

- Oh, yes.

He's very good.

Used to be a professional.

He had his own studio.

- In the village?

- Yes.

Now he does it as a hobby.

Or as a favour for friends.

Your daughter seems to
be enjoying herself.

- Yes.

♪ Oi oh Hokey Cokey, cokey, cokey, cokey ♪

♪ Oh Hokey Cokey, cokey, cokey, cokey ♪

♪ Oh Hokey Cokey, cokey, cokey, cokey ♪

♪ Knees bend, arms
stretch, rah, rah, rah ♪

♪ Goodnight sweetheart, all
my prayers are for you ♪

♪ Goodnight sweetheart,
I'll be watching o'er you ♪

♪ Tears and parting may make us forlorn ♪

♪ But with the dawn a new day is born ♪

♪ So I'll say goodnight sweetheart,
sleep will banish sorrow ♪

♪ Goodnight sweetheart,
'til we meet tomorrow ♪

♪ Don't be blue dear dreams
will all come through dear ♪

♪ Goodnight sweetheart goodnight ♪

- Ralph!

- Those photos you took last night.

Do you intend to sell them?

- No.

These days I take pictures
strictly for pleasure.

- Oh, is that what you call it?

Well, perhaps it's high
time I did some complaining.

Because I am tired of
having to share this hall

with all and sundry.

- Well at least I don't lock the doors.

- Come on Eric!

- Morning Mr. Bright.

That's a nice bit of kit, isn't it eh?

I saw you sitting in this outside
the parish hall last night

Why didn't you go inside?

- Wasn't interested.

- Not interested.

Then why were you waiting?

- I thought she might have turned up.

- Who's she?

- Laura.

She was always full of surprises.

- Mr. Bright, you said to me earlier

that you and your son Simon,
"never had a cross word",

that you got on very well.

- That's right.

We did.

- And yet I'm told there were rows

and that on more than one occasion,

Simon threatened to leave home.

- Who told you that?

- Is it true?

- We'd had a few rows just lately, yes.

- About what?

- He wanted to have fun.

But he didn't want to work for it.

that Laura didn't help matters.

Is she alive, Mr. Barnaby?

- Well, we all hope so, don't we?

- Well, she can only die once.

So, if you can't find her, maybe I can.

- It's Tony Kirby, Sir.

- Tom.

I'd say he died sometime during the night.

- Well, it was certainly after 11:30 p.m.

I saw him then and he was very
much alive, in rude health.

- Stab wounds.

Considerable force was used.

- Murder weapon?

- Possibly a long bladed knife.

Single edged.

- Still looking for it.

So what was he doing out here at night?

- I've got a damn good idea.

Oh Mrs. Kirby, Jones.

You'd better tell her the sad news.

- Yes, Sir.

- So what kind of a person was he?

- He reckoned he was an
expert on dead bodies.

- Well, he's even more of an expert now.

- He called round here late last night.

- What time?

- I don't know.

Must have been just before 12.

I told him to go away.

He was always turning
up here bothering me.

For God's sake, what is going on?

First that young lad dies, and now Tony.

- Did you see which way
he went when he left?

- He drove back towards Cooper's Cross.

Is that where?

- Yeah, Carol.

You remember Laura having
an affair with Tony Kirby?

- Well, I'd hardly call that an affair.

- Would you not?

Well, what would you call it?

- Well, a bit of a fling, I suppose.

A bit of a laugh for her.

- And how about her other lovers?

- I don't know of any.

Although, just recently she mentioned

that she might settle down with someone.

- Who?

- She never said.

Apparently it was someone who
wanted to take care of her.

Then again, it could have been

another one of her cock and bull stories.

You know, for all her faults
I wish she was still around.

I miss having her here.

I miss the fun.

I miss the laughter.

She was always laughing.

- A lot of people disliked Tony.

But he didn't seem to mind that.

- Can you think of anyone

who disliked him enough to kill him?

- Not really.

He and I met when we were
working for British Airways.

He was a charmer in those days.

So handsome.

Such fun to be with.

Then it all went wrong.

- Yes, thank you, Rosemary.

That's four pounds, forty five change.

- Looks a bit brighter today.

- Miss Wood.

Oh condolences on the death
of your niece's husband.

I'm sorry.

Oh, That, yes.

But there's good news.

- Good news?

- I sharn't tell Frances yet.

- Mr. Budd.

Could we have a word, please?

- Of course.

Excuse me.

- Mr. Budd?

Where did you go when you left
the parish hall last night?

- I came home.

- Can anyone substantiate that?

- I didn't do it, you know.

I didn't.

I couldn't.

- Didn't do what, Mr. Budd?

- Kill Tony.

I'm a peaceful man.

Always have been.

I deplore violence.

- During the evening, Mr. Budd,

you seemed rather, rather
close to Frances Kirby.

- That's because she's a dear friend.

I care about her.

As a friend.

- And what did her
husband think about that?

- I believe it used to amuse him.

- Laura Sharp, Mr. Budd,

do you know she had paid
jobs in the village?

- Er, I think so yes.

- Look, either you know or you don't know.

- Yes All right I do know.

- And have you never considered

reporting her for benefit fraud?

- Well, no.

Well, she's, well, she's
such a pretty little thing,

- You didn't have the heart to do it.

- That's right.

Is she, is she dead?

- Just a slip of a thing, isn't she?

And yet she manages to
get away with so much.

- Both victims obviously pandered to her.

Carol Prentice quite
happy to put up with her

even though she never pays her rent.

- Maybe she pays in kind.

- If you mean what I think you
mean, you're probably right.

- Did Carol admit they were lovers?

- She didn't need to, did she?

It's amazing how many people
were affected by Laura Sharp.

Even the pub landlord,

he doesn't look like a soft touch does he?

I mean he knows she's
stealing money from him

and yet he won't fire her.

- And now the postmaster
won't blow the whistle on her.

- Yeah, right.

- Maybe it's that coat of hers.

It's amazing what
Scarlet can do to people.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Hello?

- Hi.

It's Laura.

Laura?

Where are you?

Laura?

- Good afternoon, Mr. Usher.

Could we have a word?

- Yes.

Yes, come in.

- Gosh, I suppose this must have been

your studio once upon a time, yeah?

- That's right.

- That was quite a row

you had with Tony Kirby
last night, wasn't it?

All those old grievances
coming to the surface.

If the band could have set that to music

we could have all danced to it.

- Did you kill him, Mr. Usher?

- I knew that was coming.

No.

- Did you by any chance
take this photograph?

- Yes.

Laura asked me to take a
picture of her and I agreed.

- Where was it taken?

- Here.

- Are there any similar photos?

- No, no.

That's, that's,

that's the only one.

- Where do you do your
work now, Mr. Usher?

- Well, what there is of
it, in the attic room.

- Can we take a look?

- Well, I'd rather you didn't.
It's, it's, it's private.

- Please.

- Hello?

- Is that you, love?

- Oh Hi Mum.

- It's all fairly innocent.

- Innocent?

- All right, I've been a fool.

But I found her beautiful
and quite fascinating.

- And obviously a willing model.

- Oh, I paid her.

Paid her to pose for me.

- How many other people
have copies of this photo?

- Well, apart from the one
you brought with you, no-one.

I wanted them all for myself.

- Of course, there's
nothing like the real thing,

is there, Mr. Usher?

Do you know where she is?

- No.

I wish to God that I did.

- Here I come.

Rah!

Off to bed!

Sit there poppet, just for a minute.

Hello?

- It's Laura,

- Laura,

- Help me,

- Where are you?

- The old airfield, Don't tell anyone.

- Sorry it's such short notice.

Bella's fast asleep.

- Hang on, Carol.

You're saying it's Laura's voice?

- Yes.

But I'm not supposed to tell anyone.

- Not even the police?

- No.

- I'm not sure about this.

- She said she needs help.

I have to go.

Laura?

- And that call you're
sure it was from Laura?

- Yes.

Carol said it was her voice.

I was worried.

I had to ring you.

- Cooper's Cross Airfield.

- Laura?

Laura.

(gasping and gurgling)

- Yes, the old airfield at Cooper's Cross.

We're going to need paramedics.

- Carol, are you ok?

Carol, did you see who it was?

- Mr. Bright?

So what were you doing here?

- I came here to think about my son.

We used this place for test drives.

I drove it here.

As a tribute to him.

- Mr. Bright, did you see the person

who came out of that hangar?

No.

- Marissa?

Laura Sharp.

What did she mean to you?

Marissa?

- She worked for me.

- But you cared about her, didn't you?

- As a friend, yes.

- Did you care enough about her

to ask her to come and live with you?

You see, because she seemed
set to move in with someone

who was prepared,
prepared to care for her.

And I think that that someone, was you.

Bit of a risk though, that was?

I mean, we all know she was
very good at charming people.

But she was also very
good at hurting people.

And she hurt you, didn't she, Marissa.

Hurt you badly.

But then you know, people like her,

just, they're takers aren't they?

Hi.

- It's Laura.

Sorry I couldn't get in today.

Marissa, could you help me?

I need some money,

- Promise everything
and they give nothing.

But I guess, that's
just part of the package

in Laura's world?

And as for her lovers,
well she seemed quite happy

to mix and match.

Just as long as it suited her.

Do you know Carol Prentice?

- Yes.

- Carol had that photograph at her bedside

and I think that that
picture was very dear to her.

Oh come on, Marissa.

Tell us, you know you have to.

- I loved her.

I loved her so, so much.

Do you know I did the stupidest things.

When she would leave
messages on the phone,

I wouldn't wipe them, because
I wanted to keep her voice.

I loved her so much.

- Did you know about her other lovers?

- What?

Not until the end.

- Then what?

- I started asking questions.

- Where?

- Here and there.

Elaine was very helpful
without realising it.

- Tell us about Simon bright.

- Hi, it's Laura.

Don't tell anyone but
Simon drives like a maniac.

We're just going up to the old airfield.

Be back soon,

- She, she said they were just friends.

And they would just drive
about in that old car.

And then one day he came to visit her

and it was obvious, it was
more than just a friendship.

I knew then I was going to lose her.

If I'd had any sense I'd have realised

that she didn't belong
to me in the first place.

I don't think she belonged
to anyone, ever, really.

- And that sense of loss.

That was traumatic for you was it?

It was devastating.

You didn't know how to deal with it.

So you took your revenge on them all.

- Yes.

One by one.

- Why?

- Because they all tried
to keep her away from me.

Including Tony Kirby?

- Let's talk about Tony Kirby?

Did you follow him that
night of the dance?

It was obvious where he
was going, wasn't it?

And there's only one way
back from Carol's place.

So all you had to do was wait.

- He always took a short
cut across the airfield.

- What's happened?

- No idea.

She just packed up.

- Always one to help a lady.

I'll get my torch.

- What's so funny?

- After I'd killed him I
went to bury the knife.

- Ralph!

- I saw someone in the lane.

- Was it a witness?

Yes, yes it was, a witness.

Do you recognise this?

Well, you should.

It's yours.

It was in your little office.

It's Laura,

The voice you loved to listen to.

Help me, The old airfield,
Don't tell anyone.

From the answer-phone tapes
you couldn't bear to part with.

Cut and spliced together
to fool Carol Prentice

- All that landlady and lodger crap.

They were living together as lovers.

- Can we go back to that night

in the aircraft hangar at Cooper's Cross.

The Champagne, flowers, love songs

for the girl in the red coat.

The girl you loved.

But nothing for you.

Only loss And anger.

So then you decided to make
it look like a suicide pact.

After all, there's plenty of materials

lying around up there at your disposal.

But then things went a wee
bit wrong, didn't they?

After all it does take two
people to make a suicide pact.

You do know of course you
could still have saved

the life of the woman you loved.

Where is she, Marissa?

- Not that far away.

I want, I wanted to keep her near me.

(dogs barking)
(dramatic music)

- Sir?

(dramatic music)