All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S04E05 - Dark Autumn

(tense orchestral music)

(Dave whistling)

- No, Dave, don't be stupid.

(mellow swing music)

(Dave whistling)

- [Dave] Morning, Holly.

- [Holly] Hi, Dave.

(mellow swing music)

(tense music)

(whistling)

(mellow swing music)
(whistling)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(screaming)

(sombre music)

(siren wailing)

(siren wailing)

- Sorry, Mr. Yeatman, this road is closed.

You'll have to use the back lane.

- Morning, sir.

- Morning, Troy.

- His name's David Cutler, local postman.

Lived in the village.

Time of death, just
before dawn this morning.

Cause of death, an incised
wound to the throat.

- Just the one wound?

- [Gavin] He was almost decapitated.

- Just bills.

- I'll try and make it back tonight, love.

But I can't promise.

It depends upon the second client.

- See you when I see you, then.

- Yes, be good.

I'll ring you from the hotel.

- [Gavin] We're still
looking for a murder weapon.

- [Tom] Next of kin?

- His mother, apparently.

Lives in a nursing home.

- [Jay] Could you bear right, please?

Because the lane is closed.

- Who's that?

- The local community officer.

WPC Jay Nash.

She might be able to help.

But why was he killed?

A village postie?

The best you'd get is a couple of giros,

then you'd have to cash 'em.

Jay.

This is Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

- Morning.

- Morning, sir.
- Morning.

- I meant to ask,

what do you do for
entertainment round here?

- There's two pubs

and the fish and chips
van calls by once a week.

What more could you want?

(mellow curious music)

- You seen the postman
this morning, Barbara?

- Not yet, no.

- No, neither have I.

- I'm expecting a cheque.

He's probably still in
someone else's bloody bed.

(sombre music)

- Ade?

(barking)

- It's all right, Meg.

- [Owen] Have you seen what's
happening down in the village?

- [Ade] No.

- Well, there's police everywhere.

- Well, you best get down there

and sort it then, Mr. August.

You're good at that.

(Meg barking)

It's all right, Meg.

- I had to go round the village, didn't I?

The road's closed.

- I heard a siren earlier.

- The whole village is full of police.

You know why?

- No.

- Our friend, the postman.

(tense music)

He's dead.

- What do you mean he's dead?

- Someone killed him, didn't they?

(sombre music)

(quietly sobbing)

- Simon?

- Here.

Ah, morning, Debbie.

I've got that work for you.

But I must have it by this
evening, do you understand?

It's my last chance
with the bloody tax man.

What is it, Debbie?

What's wrong?

- It's Dave Cutler.

- What about him?

- He's been murdered.

- What are you talking about?

- [Owen] When did this happen?

- First thing this morning.

The whole village knows about it.

- For God's sake, Louise.

This is terrible.

It's absolutely terrible.

Why wasn't I told?

- Because you weren't around.

- But I have a right to be told.

- Why?

Maybe the police aren't that
impressed with your OBE.

- Oh damn the OBE!

I'm talking about my social
standing in the community.

I should have been the first to be told.

- Then you shouldn't go
traipsing around the hills

every morning like a lunatic, should you?

What are we supposed to do, yodel?

- Poor David.

- He was always known as Dave,

remember?

I'd say David was only ever
used on special occasions.

Wouldn't you?

- I don't like to speak ill of the dead

but Dave Cutler wasn't what
you'd call an honourable man.

Far from it.

- How d'you mean?

- Well, he liked the women a bit too much.

- Other people's women, mostly.

- Yes.

- Marriage didn't mean a lot to him.

(tense music)

- Oi!

- I expect you'll have heard
the sad news by now, Ben.

- About what?

- The murder, of course.

- Oh, that.

Right bloody nuisance is that.

How do we play our Aunt
Sally without a full team?

- Oh, for goodness sake, Ben.

Is that all you can think
about at a time like this?

- Yes, Dave Cutler was our star player.

- I'd say he were a star
player in more ways than one.

- And at least he stayed
loyal to this pub,

which is more than I can say for some.

- Still, it's a terrible business.

- Oh, I don't know.

Your dear little wives'll
be safe now, won't they?

- My marriage has always been safe.

(birds chirping)

- I'd finished Geese Lane.

And I was just going to the little house

that lays back off the lane.

I saw Dave.

He passed me, he called out.

I said, "Hello."

- And that was the last time

you saw Dave Cutler alive, was it?

Look, Holly, I know this
is upsetting for you

but we have to know.

Did you see anyone else

in the area of Geese Lane at that time?

- No.

I think I saw someone later.

- Was it a man or a woman?

- I couldn't tell.

Oh, yes, I think I heard music.

- Music?

- Yes, like from someone's radio.

I couldn't hear it all that well.

- Can you remember what
kind of music it was?

- No.

It was too faint.

- How well did you know Dave Cutler?

- As well as I know most of
the people in Goodman's Land.

I've been here almost two years.

- Did he have any enemies?

- Take your pick.

There were plenty.

- Are we talking about
aggrieved husbands, are we?

- Mostly, sir, yes.

- Did any of them show
that they had a grievance?

- There was a fight once.

- I'd like some names please.

- Right.

- And we'll need an incident room.

- Get the unit out, sir?

- [Tom] Yeah.

- May I make a suggestion, sir?

- Please.

- I know this village

and a mobile incident room
is not gonna work here.

- Why?

- People with things to
say won't come near it.

They don't even trust the mobile library.

- Well, you'd better find
us a suitable building,

wouldn't you?

- [Woman] Oh, oh!

Dave, oh!

David, oh, oh! (moaning)

(knocking at door)

- I thought we'd have
tea in the conservatory.

- Oh, right.

I'll be right there.

(sombre music)

- No one seems to have heard a radio, sir.

No, could the girl have imagined it?

She must have been in a state of shock.

- No, she heard the music
before she found the body.

- Oh.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Hello?

Keith, is that you?

(faint swing music)

Hello?

(tense music)

- It used to be a dance
hall once upon a time.

I'm told people from the
village and surrounding areas

would descend upon this place

every Friday and Saturday night.

I suppose it was a good place

for people to meet in those days.

A place for romance.

- Right.

I want this place up and
running by tomorrow morning.

(tense music)

- [Joyce] Tom?

- Yeah?

- [Joyce] What are you doing up there?

- "Dance Hall Days".

- What?

- [Tom] I'm taking a little
meander down memory lane.

We used to play these when I was a kid.

(tense music)

(suspenseful music)

"When You Lose The One You
Love" by David Whitfield.

- Why this sudden interest in dance halls?

Have you decided to go
romantic in your old age?

- Well, why not?

(tense music)

(mellow swing music)

(tense music)

(mellow swing music)

(screaming)

(ominous music)

(sombre piano music)

- [Tom] Do I have an office?

- In the old cloakroom, sir.

- At least you'll be able
to hang up your coat.

- Good looking fella, wasn't he?

- Yes, sir.

He was.

(phone ringing)

- Bloody hell.

(knocking at door)

- [Tom] Mr. Yeatman?

- Yes.

- I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Troy.

- [Gavin] Morning.

- [Tom] Is your wife in?

- Yes.

- Good, could we have a
word with you both, please?

- This is my breakfast break.

I'm due back at the dairy.

- It's important, Mr. Yeatman.

(curious music)

- Debbie?

(groans)

Bloody hell.

- He was warned to stay away from my wife

but he wouldn't listen.

- So you attacked him?

- I gave him a good hiding, yes.

- Where did all this take place?

- At the Plough.

He didn't bother her again after that.

Did he?

- Did you kill him, Mr. Yeatman?

- No, I didn't need to.

I forgave Mary for what she did.

And she's behaved herself since.

But he must have been at it elsewhere.

That's why someone killed him.

- Do you see your husband off to work

in the mornings, Mrs. Yeatman?

- Yes, I make him his tea.

- And did you see David Cutler

when he delivered the morning mail?

- No.

- Did you hear him
deliver the morning post?

- No.

- Did you hear anything else?

- Like what?

- Music, a radio playing.

- No, anyway, I was asleep.

I always go back to
sleep after Mike's left.

(tense music)

(dog barking)

- Heel.

Heel.

- So, I went round there, didn't I?

And the bloody curtains were drawn.

- Maybe Debbie was having a lie in.

- At half past 11 in the morning?

Silly woman wouldn't even answer the door.

And I need that paperwork.

Bloody tax man's all
set to pay me a visit.

And the bastard's already
given me one warning.

- Was Keith at home?

- No, no, he's away as usual.

- Don't tell me you're
thinking what I'm thinking.

- I'm not thinking anything.

- Can I put your name down for
the Aunt Sally match, Simon?

- [Simon] No.

- Oh, come on.

It's against the Sword and Sceptre,

if they can get a team together.

We need you.

- Oh, all right, put me down.

- You're a star.

- Debbie wouldn't have been
entertaining anyone, would she?

No, no, she isn't the type.

- What is the type?

- How would I know?

If I can get just hold of that paperwork,

I'm still in with a chance.

(tense music)

(dog barking)

- [Tom] Where did you find these?

- Near the green.

They were blowing around.

I suppose they must have come
from Dave Cutler's postbag.

- Thank you.

And thank you, Mr. Jessel,
for bringing them in.

- You know, I haven't been in
this place for over 30 years.

Used to be called the Rex.

I lived over in Badger's
Drift in them days.

Used to come here every Saturday night.

- Badger's Drift?

That's a good 12 miles away.

How did you get here, by bus?

- No, no proper bus service in them days.

Used to cycle.

Best suit.

Rain or shine.

Then I'd stick me cycle
clips in me top pocket

and walk in like Jack the Lad.

Some good looking girls here in them days.

(mellow music)

- Where do you want these?

- Behind the door.

- Cosy.

- Coffee?

- Oh, please.

Our murder victim, Dave, you've
told us about his conquests.

- Not all of them.

- Well, the ones that matter.

Any idea who he was carrying
on with before he died?

- It's only gossip.

- That'll do.

(tense music)

- Debbie?

Debbie?

You up there, Debbie?

- Well, it wasn't exactly a fight.

It wasn't even a row.

'Cause you can't row with Mike Yeatman.

He doesn't say a lot.

- So what was it, then?

- It was a demolition job.

Dave was in here.

Mike Yeatman came in, hit
him hard, Dave went down,

he tried to get up, Mike hit him again.

And that was it, all over.

- Poor old Dave.

- John, did you ever hear Mike Yeatman

threaten to kill Dave Cutler?

- No, never.

- Have you heard anyone
else threaten to kill him?

- No.

(sighs)

I didn't like what happened
in here, Mr. Barnaby.

We didn't need it.

I've worked city pubs where
the yobs, young and old,

to get boozed up and they
come looking for trouble.

They're sad places.

Angry places.

And they scare me.

- And it goes and
happens to you right here

in dear old Goodman's Land, eh?

(chuckles)

- Yeah, well, it's not quite the same.

You know, I've lived and worked
in this pub for three years

and not once have I had to clear up sick

or fish dog-ends out of the urinal.

- How nice for you.

(chuckles)

(tense music)

- Mr. Shortlands.

What is it?

- It's my wife Debbie.

She's gone missing.

(sombre music)

(dog barking)

- Over here!

- [Tom] Looks like the same MO.

An incised wound to the throat,

almost severing the head.

- [Jay] Sir!

(sombre music)

- A kitchen knife.

- I can't understand what
she was doing here, sir.

We're nowhere near the road.

- Bit cooler out there today.

- I can never understand
why you need a map.

You've lived here for
years, you know the area.

- Dotted lines.

This is proof of my right of way.

I thought I might take another walk later.

Perhaps, during the evening.

If that fits in with your plans.

- [Gavin] There's a motif on the handle.

You can just about make it out.

- I know what that is.

That is a souvenir of the
Festival of Britain, 1951.

But I don't think it's our murder weapon.

- Why?

- Because it would have
taken something quite sharp

and fairly heavy to
deliver the kind of blows

that killed both victims.

My guess is it was deliberately
placed there for us to find.

- [Keith] Why was she killed?

- [Tom] That's what we're
trying to establish, sir.

- Was it...

Was there any--

- No, no, no, we don't believe
there was a sexual motive.

- Why did she have to die?

Debbie never bothered anyone in her life.

- What time did you leave
home yesterday morning?

- About 8:15.

Does it matter?

- Were you awake when the postman came by?

- Yes, I was.

I heard him, he delivered
some letters to us.

Why?

What's this got to do with Debbie?

It wasn't him, was it?

Did he kill her?

- Why would you think that, sir?

- Because of his reputation and,

Debbie, she,

she may have flirted with him a bit.

But then he encouraged that, didn't he?

He was that sort.

Are you gonna talk to him?

- I'm afraid we can't, sir.

David Cutler was murdered
yesterday morning.

Not long after he'd left your house.

(curious music)

- You put the doll on the iron,

then you throw the stick, underarm.

Each player gets six throws.

- Right.

- By the way, I've found
out who Dave Cutler's

last conquest was.

- Have you now?

- Well, I thought I might
as well take advantage

of the local knowledge.

- Who told you?

- Jay.

- Well, who was Cutler's latest?

- Would you believe the
woman who's just been killed,

Debbie Shortlands?

- No, I wouldn't believe that.

That was just a mild flirtation.

(thuds)

- Oh, one down.

- Finished them investigations
of yours yet, have you?

- Not yet, no.

- Well, my advice to you
is pack up and go home.

- Why?

- Because justice has
been done, that's why.

That randy bastard got what he deserved.

- And what about the girl that was killed?

Did she also get what she deserved?

- Don't know nothing about her.

- I understand Dave Cutler
was a regular in this pub?

- Best Aunt Sally player we had.

He would've made captain one day.

- Who is captain?

- I would have thought you'd
have known that by now.

It's Mr. Owen August OBE.

- Used to be a publisher, a famous one.

- Do you ever have matches?

- 'Course we have matches.

We're all set to play a friendly
in a couple of days time.

Only we don't have a full team.

- Oh, that's no problem.

We'll make up the numbers.

(scoffs)

(sombre ambient music)

What kind of a place is this?

- Does he live here, sir?

- Looks like it.

- Are you thinking of buying that, sir?

Only I will need to clear it out first.

- No, I'm not thinking of buying it.

- Ah, well, if you don't mind.

I'm afraid this area of
the showroom is private.

- [Gavin] Mr. Simon Reason?

- Yes.

- Detective Sergeant Troy.

Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

- We were wondering if you could
identify these for us, sir.

- Yes, they're mine.

That's my paperwork.

Look at the bloody state of it.

Where did you find it?

- Not far from the village green.

- Why?

What the bloody hell was it doing there?

Did she lose it?

That's why she's hiding from me.

Bloody women!

Now, may I have that--

- No, not at the moment.

Where were you yesterday evening, sir?

- In a state of bloody
panic, that's where.

- What about yesterday
morning around about dawn?

- I was asleep, who wouldn't be?

- Asleep here?

- Yes.

And before you ask, I was alone.

It just so happens that I've left my,

my wife and I have separated
so I'm living here temporarily

until I can find suitable accommodation.

(chair creaking)

Careful!

That chair's valuable.

- Why did you leave your wife, Mr. Reason?

- I think that's my business.

- Was it because she was having
an affair with David Cutler?

- No, it was not.

I left her because I wanted to,

well, I wanted to regain my independence.

So, where is Debbie?

Is she at home?

I want a word with that young woman.

- I'm sorry you can't.

Debbie is dead.

Debbie was murdered yesterday evening.

(tense music)

- Do you think we should be doing this

with another murder in the village?

- It'll take our minds off it.

- And I'm scared, Simon.

Who's it gonna happen to next?

- No one.

The police will sort it out.

So don't you worry about it.

(sombre music)

(tense music)

- I've always wondered,

do postmen deliver their own letters?

Probably from one of his lady friends.

- [Tom] We'll soon find out.

- Small place like Goodman's Land,

there has to be a connection
between the two murders.

- I'm hoping there is.

See what kind of music he liked.

- I'd say his taste in
music was '80s soul.

Not exactly what I expected.

- What did you expect, Troy?

- I don't know.

I thought there'd be girlie pictures,

dirty books, crate of condoms.

- I don't think he needed
the pictures or the books.

- What exactly are we looking for, sir?

- A diary would be nice.

If he kept one.

- [Gavin] I'll take a
look in the living room.

- Yeah.

(sombre music)

- All that the Father
giveth me shall come to me

and him that cometh to me,
I shall in no wise cast out.

He that raised up Jesus from the dead.

- Upset?

- Well, he was a part of the village.

- Therefore my heart is glad

and in my glory rejoices.

My flesh also shall rest in hope,

thou shalt show me the path of life.

In thy presence is the fullness of joy,

at thy right hand--

- There's still some things
of yours in the outhouse.

- Well, I haven't had time to
clear them out yet, have I?

- Then get off your arse and do it.

- Unto Almighty God,

we commend the soul of
our brother departed

and commit his body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes
to ashes, dust to dust.

And show certain hope

with the resurrection unto eternal life--

(sobs)

Through Our Lord, Jesus Christ

who is coming in glorious
majesty to judge the world,

the earth and the sea
shall give up their dead,

the corruptible bodies
of those who sleep in him

shall be changed and made like
unto his own glorious body.

According to the mighty working

whereby he is able to subdue
all things unto himself.

Amen.

(people chattering)

- You go on ahead, I'll catch you up.

Mrs. Janet Reason?

- [Janet] Yes.

- I'm DCI Barnaby.

I wonder, could I see you this afternoon,

have a little chat?

- If you must.

- I'm afraid the scones
are a bit stale so,

I've cut some bread and butter.

- I'm not hungry.

- Well, it wasn't much of a
day for a funeral, I know.

Especially when there wasn't
a bite to eat afterwards.

Surely someone could have provided--

- I'm bored, Owen.

- What?

- I'm bored, bloody silly.

- With Goodman's Land?

- With everything.

- Ah.

On one of my walks

the other day, I,

I was having a few thoughts about us.

I felt, perhaps, things
might have been different

if we'd had children.

It might have brought us closer together.

- I doubt it.

- There again, I suppose,
I have been a father

to those young authors
I helped in the past.

Where would they be now without me?

Being bored, it won't, well.

It won't alter the way
we do things, will it?

- I shouldn't think so.

- Good.

(curious music)

- This place pays because
I've got it right.

Unlike dear old Simon.

I mean, living in that run-down
showroom, for God's sake!

- He said that he left you.

Is that right?

(Janet laughs)

- No, he'd say anything to save face.

I own the house, I threw him out.

- [Tom] Because?

- Because he was a liability.

He also made a fuss about a
certain indiscretion of mine.

- Oh, you mean your
affair with David Cutler?

- It was hardly an affair.

I'd seen him strutting his stuff

and I'd heard about his reputation,

so, I decided to give it a go.

I wasn't disappointed.

Simon and I had led a
sexless life for years.

You see, failure is his strong point.

That business of his is never gonna work.

- Why?

- To sell the kind of stuff he's selling,

one needs to be in a city, not a village.

- Do you think he's capable of murder?

- Yes, but only if he thinks
the world is against him.

And I'd say right now, the world is.

(sombre music)

- [Barbara] One-two-nine!

- Why do pubs these days
have such lousy music?

- Hello, Jay.

- Good evening, John.

- Number three-seven-four.

- Yes, here.

(patrons applauding)

- Well done!

- John has a girlfriend but
no one's allowed to see her.

- No, no, no, no, that's not true.

I'll introduce you to her one day.

- Mm, he's ashamed to bring
her to Goodman's Land.

- [Barbara] 98.

- That's me!

- John, does this pub
have any decent music?

- Yeah, sure.

Come and choose something.

- All right.

- There you go.

- Okay.

- I won a leg of lamb.

(sombre music)

- Yeah, okay, love, I know, I know--

- [Barbara] John?

- Maybe I can get down

in a couple of weeks, so.
- Do you think

that we should--

- Sorry.

Yeah, okay, yeah.

Yeah, that's fine, love, yeah, yeah.

I understand.

Look, you do that.

Okay, look, I'll call you back
a bit later on, all right?

Yeah, all right, yeah, see ya.

Bye, bye, bye.

- Why does she never come to see you?

- She will one day.

- I don't want you to get hurt, John.

You've been hurt enough in the past.

- Have I?

- The Aunt Sally match,

do you think we should go ahead with it

after all that's been
going on in the village?

- Oh, yeah, I think we should.

I think Dave would have wanted that, yeah.

- [Tom] Tell me something, Mary.

Do you think your husband
could kill someone?

- No, he wouldn't murder anyone.

I know him.

He'd draw the line at murder.

- You were at the funeral.

Did your husband know you were there?

Did you send flowers?

- No.

- You see, there was a wreath
there without a name on it.

Did you send it?

- I wanted to, so much.

I wanted to grieve for him.

Show how much I--

- How much you loved him?

- I used to wait for him.

- Wait for him?

- Every morning after
Mike had gone to work.

- So you waited for him on
the morning that he died?

- Yes.

I had to lie to you.

Mike was there.

- What happened that morning?

- He was his usual self.

Playing the fool.

- Did you see anyone else in the lane?

- No.

- Did you hear anyone?

- No.

But I did hear something.

I lied to you about that as well.

- What did you hear?

- Music.

But very faint.

It seemed odd at that time of the morning.

- What kind of music was it?

- It was old-fashioned.

Like old-fashioned dance band music.

(lively old-fashioned music)

- Cod and chips twice, please, mate.

- Thanks again for these.

I'll just get a vase.

- Okay.

Plates?

- [Jay] In the cupboard by the cooker.

- What time does the
Aunt Sally match start?

- [Jay] Half seven.

Knives and forks are in
the drawer by the sink.

- Okay.

(sombre music)

I ran some checks

and you've realised only one person

in this village has form?

- Yeah, but it's a small place.

- Yeah, a small place
that's turned in on itself.

But you'd expect something, wouldn't you?

A bit of theft, child abuse.

A couple of serious motoring offences,

perhaps, even a couple of murders.

But poaching?

- Ade Jessel.

- Yeah, he got done for
poaching 20-odd years ago.

Received a fine, big deal.

Did you,

did you have any

long-term relationships back home?

- A couple.

- What about down here?

- No time for one at the moment.

I did care about someone
once but it was a mistake.

(lively music)

(people applauding and cheering)

- [Man] Another one.

(people groaning)

Come on, eh.

(people groaning)

- Rubbish, you'd be better
off throwing a bloody tree.

- Bollocks!

- Yeah, is that all?

- Ah, I'm glad you could make it.

Thought you might miss your big moment.

- No, come on!

(cheering)

- Thank you, and a gin and tonic.

- A large one.

- Small.

- I said a bloody large one.

- Large.

- Thank you.

(cheering)

- [John] Come on, the Plough!

- Wait here a moment.

- Well done, John.

- Thank you.

- Hello, Mr. Yeatman.

- Jay, you're next!

Where are you?

- [Jay] Here I am.

- There you go.

- Thank you.

- Go on, Jay.

Stuff it to 'em!

- So how did you find this place?

- We didn't, it found us.

- [Tom] It's going to be a long night.

- Looks like it.

- Won't that affect you,
with your early start?

- I shouldn't think so.

(people cheering)

- Then again, as manager of the dairy,

your time's your own, isn't it?

- How do you mean?

- Well, you can always
slip away, can't you?

Have a kip.

Hide yourself.

(people cheering)

- [Man] That's a foul, that's a foul!

That's a foul!

(lively music)

(people cheering)

(Gavin laughing)

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

(tense music)

- I'd know that bum anywhere.

- Another one of these, please.

- Your wish is my command, my lady.

- [Owen] Gavin.

(lighthearted music)

- Go on, copper, show
'em what you're made of.

- Oi, get those size
12s off the hockey, eh.

(tense music)

- [Man] Let's do it.

(lighthearted music)

(people laughing)

(people groaning)

- Well?

- Oh, I didn't hit a thing.

It's a stupid bloody game.

- [Owen] How many is that?

- Four!

Why don't you chalk it up on your board?

- Will you stop making a fool of yourself?

Tom?

Who's Tom?

- Yeah!

- Now this, I have to see, come on.

(curious music)

- I asked for your support.

- Support?

- Considering the help I've
given you over the years, yes.

(people cheering)

- What help?

I'm not one of those
so-called writers of yours.

And I doubt if you
really ever helped them.

You only ever help yourself, you bastard!

(people cheering)

Oh, Simon!

(people cheering)

- Hey, keep going!

Keep going, mate, five out of six!

(people cheering)

- I didn't know you could
play this game, sir.

- You never asked.

- Fantastic, did you know about it?

- All right, all right!

There's still another horse to play.

(thuds)

Who threw that?

Was that you, Ade?

Did you throw that?

- No, 'cause I'm not like you, am I?

I don't go round killing people.

Because you killed Dave
Cutler, didn't you?

Why else would you nick
one of my billhooks?

(tense music)

- [Louise] I'm gonna give it up, Simon.

- [Simon] Give what up?

- [Louise] This relationship.

- But you can't.

- It's,

it's a friendship.

- Yes, well, I'm tired of
having to share this friendship.

- What do you mean, share it?

- It doesn't matter.

- Yes, it does.

You can't just say something
like that and then--

(phone ringing)

What?

Who?

Well, when?

All right, I'll meet you there.

- Who was it?

- Bloody police, of all people.

They wanna talk to me, now.

- It's half past one in the
morning, for God's sake!

(scoffs)

(sombre music)

- Hello?

So, what is it?

What do you want at this time of night?

(mellow swing music)

(creaking)

Bloody hell!

(rumbling)

- [Ade] That silly bugger
August does these walks.

He come by when I was working.

- [Tom] When was this?

- [Ade] The morning Dave Cutler died.

- [Gavin] And that was the only occasion?

- No, he come by the day before.

When the hook went missing.

I got three of these.

Only got two now.

And I remember him standing
by 'em to tie his boot.

When I tidied up that night, it was gone.

- Ooh.

- I always keeps 'em sharp.

- Did you mention this to anyone?

- No, I thought it might
turn up but it never did.

- Did anyone else visit this
site around about that time?

- No, only him.

- Something sharp and heavy, sir.

Isn't that what you said
we should be looking for?

- Ade Jessel is a fool!

Why on earth would I want
to steal tools from him?

We hear you're something
of a hill walker, sir?

- [Tom] Yes.

- A fresh air freak.

Too many years behind the desk.

- Is it the same walk each morning?

- No, sometimes, I vary it.

- And the distance?

- Six or seven miles, sometimes, eight.

(phone ringing)

- That's a lot of miles, sir.

It must mean you have
to get up quite early.

- I do.

- How early?

- Half three, four in the morning?

If you're implying that
I killed Dave Cutler,

then you're wrong.

I had no reason to kill him.

- There's been another death, sir.

(sombre music)

- [Bullard] I'd say he died
sometime during the night.

- Must have been the early hours, then.

We saw him alive and well when
the pub closed last night.

- Well, at least he won't
suffer from a hangover problem.

And it was no accident.

This stuff may have been stacked
like kid's building blocks

but this desk is heavy, solid oak.

It wouldn't have toppled on its own.

- And the door was forced?

- Yes, and I found these.

- Perfume?

A woman couldn't have
moved that thing, surely.

- Where did you find this?

- By the body.

But it's odd.

It's as if they were
deliberately placed there.

- Like the knife we
found near the dead girl.

- [Bullard] That was switched
on when the officers arrived.

- These records.

Last time I saw this
machine, they were all 78s.

So where did that 45 come from?

- Just to make things clear,

Simon Reason and I had been having,

well, not exactly an affair.

A bit of a fling, I suppose you'd call it.

I also had a brief
relationship with David Cutler.

I found him romantic.

Simon was more or less a rebound thing.

It didn't work and it didn't compare.

- Why are you telling me this?

- [Louise] I was with
Simon late last night.

- Where?

- On the green.

Apart from the person who killed him,

I was probably the last person to see him.

He received a call on his mobile.

He said it was the police,
they wanted to talk to him.

- When?

- There and then, at his showroom.

- What time was this?

- Half past one in the morning.

It wasn't the police, was it?

- So what did you do?

- Went home.

- Was your husband awake?

- I wouldn't have thought so.

There was a light on in his room.

Owen and I don't sleep together.

- Does he know about your relationships?

Both of them?

- Yes.

(doorbell ringing)

- Why does everyone in this
village seem to be at it?

- I was at home and in bed when
my wife returned last night.

- [Gavin] Did you hear her come home?

- Yes.

I never had much time for Simon.

Nevertheless, he didn't
deserve what happened to him.

- I believe you knew your wife

was having an affair with him?

And Dave Cutler?

- Didn't this make you angry, Mr. August?

- Look, whatever you think,

this is my personal
business you're prying into.

- Your wife had affairs with two men.

These two men are now dead.

So, what do you expect us to think?

We'd like to talk to you
again about your hill walking.

- Did you see anyone on the
morning Dave Cutler died?

- I don't remember.

- Sure you don't come
home after setting out,

hide yourself away somewhere

and then pretend you've
been out on the walk?

- Why should I do that?

- Do you ever come home early?

- Never.

- [Tom] Not even on the odd occasion?

- No, only when...

I only return early when
my wife is entertaining.

I like to listen.

She knows I like to listen.

Is that a crime?

- Nice desk.

- Yes.

It belonged to a famous
crime writer of the '40s.

I bought it from Simon Reason.

- [Louise] Oh, David!

(Louise moaning)

Oh, David!

(birds chirping)

- Dr. Bullard rang about
the scarf and lipstick.

- [Tom] Oh, yes?

- He's run some tests.

The scarf's a cheap item,
could've been bought anywhere.

The lipstick's old.

He reckons it's the kind of
thing you could come across

at a jumble sale or in a junk shop.

- Fingerprint?

- No.

That's a present, sir, for Jay.

- What about the record, the 45?

- Forensic are still dealing with that.

- It's a bit tarty, and cheap.

Ghastly.

As for this piece of tat, it's
ancient, look at the colour.

Hardly anybody wears
ice-pink lipstick these days.

That went out with
compacts and tea dances.

Where did you find them?

- So they don't belong to you?

- No, they certainly do not belong to me.

- I'm sorry.

- Even in the old days,

no woman in her right mind
would buy this sort of junk.

Actually, it's the sort of
thing men might buy for a woman.

Except they'd be getting it wrong.

- Thank you, Mrs. August.

(tense music)

♪ With her eyes of night and
lips as bright as flame ♪

♪ Tangerine ♪

(mellow music)

♪ When she dances by ♪

♪ Senoritas stare and caballeros sigh ♪

♪ And I sing ♪

♪ Toast to Tangerine ♪

♪ Raised every bar across the Argentine ♪

♪ Yes, she has ♪

- [Joyce] What are you
looking for exactly?

- Just browsing.

- You're not going to build up
a music collection, are you?

- No, that would mean
putting up another shelf.

- [Joyce] Cully rang.

She's just started rehearsals.

- Yeah, it must be very
important for an actor or actress

to have the right atmosphere

when they're getting
into a part, wasn't it?

- Very important.

I'm sure Cully would
say it really helps her

to live that part.

- Yeah, they'd need the right
props, need to set the scene,

set the period.

- Of course.

- I wonder if the same principle

applies to certain murderers.

(tense music)

(suspenseful music)

(lively swing music)

(tense music)

(lively swing music)

- You?

No!

(Owen yelling)

(tense music)

- The patrol found him.

(sombre music)

Must have happened less
than half an hour ago, sir.

And there's this.

(tense music)

- They don't make pens like that anymore.

- There's some tyre prints
all the way along the track.

And then there's a place

where a car's tried to
reverse on the grass.

- Thank you, Jay.

Come on, twinkle toes.

(fire crackling)

- I saw August up there walking.

Then I saw a car further
along on the track.

It seemed to be following him.

- Did you recognise the car?

- No, too far away.

- Could you see what colour it was?

- Not really, no.

Couldn't tell from here.

Darkish colour, I suppose.

- Engine's still warm.

- I know.

Been collecting dead stuff.

- Well, thank you, Mr. Jessel, thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Look, can I see you?

Can we talk?

Tammie, I need to talk.

- What's the matter?

- She's found someone else.

- I need to go to London.

Try and talk to her.

- Oh, no, you can't go, I'm
scared and I need you here.

I need you.

- Yeah.

- I don't know.

It may have belonged to Owen.

He did collect things.

- Have you seen it before?

- No.

He was a foolish man most of the time.

There wasn't a great
deal of love between us.

But he was still my husband.

Owen,

Simon,

and David, all dead.

Now, there's no one.

(sombre music)

- I've got another job.

I'm moving to Dorset.

I can't live here any more.

Not after what happened to Debbie.

- I can understand that.

- You and your oppos aren't
doing a lot, are you?

- [Tom] Can we ask you about Simon Reason?

- Couldn't stand the man.

But the work Debbie did for
him helped pay the bills.

- Did he ever try it on with her?

Because Dave Cutler did.

You said so.

- I didn't kill those poor bastards,

if that's what you mean.

- Who else did she work for, sir?

- There were some tricky ones.

- How do you mean, tricky?

- Well, some were tight-fisted,
didn't like paying,

and another one wanted her
to work on a typewriter.

- What's wrong with that?

- She said it was a manual machine.

An ancient one.

She told him to forget it.

He even gave her a
present, would you believe?

A dress.

Debbie said it must have
come out of the ark.

Pure '50s.

- Do you know the name of this person?

- No.

- Have you any idea what
kind of work it was?

- Yes, I think it was a book of some sort.

(sombre music)

- [Jay] No, I don't want it, honestly.

- [Gavin] But you don't
even know what it is yet.

- [Jay] Please, Gavin.

No presents, I won't accept them.

- [Gavin] Why?

- Because that's the start of things

and that's not what I want.

- What are you talking about?

The start of what things?

- A relationship.

You're a friend and a colleague.

And that's how I want it to stay.

You see, I was hurt once, badly.

I was prepared to do anything.

Even give up my job.

I don't want that to happen again.

See you tomorrow?

- [Gavin] Yeah.

(tense music)

- [Tom] Evening, John.

- [John] Hello, Mr. Barnaby.

- Ooh, going somewhere special?

- Yeah, over to Midsomer Worthy.

There's a jazz concert over there.

I've decided to take the evening off.

- Oh, that's nice.

Would you mind telling me something?

- No, what?

- We're checking the
movements of all vehicles

around the village yesterday.

Just something we've got to do.

Did you use your car then?

- What time?

- Yesterday afternoon.

- Yeah, yes, I drove
Barbara to the Cash & Carry.

- That's fine.

You gonna record the concert, are you?

(chuckles)

- If I can.

- Naughty.

So what kind of music
do you like to listen to

when you're driving along?

- Jazz, of course.

- Good, have a nice time.

- [John] Cheers.

(telephone ringing)

- Hello?

When?

Okay, I'll be there.

Who is that?

- Thank you.

Tom?

- No, not for me, thanks.

I see John's all dressed
up for a night out.

- Yeah, he needs cheering up.

- Oh, why's that?

- He's upset.

His girlfriend's dumped him.

- I'm not surprised.

Living in London and
hardly ever seeing him.

What's her name?

- It's Tammie.

Stupid name.

- Why's Tammie stupid?

- Well, I don't know how old she is

but, I mean, it sounds so out of date.

Is there something you want to hear?

- No, not really.

I could have sworn

there was a big band tape
there t'other evening.

- Oh, tapes go missing all the time.

I'm sure they'll turn up.

- So how does he keep in touch

with this girlfriend of his then?

Does he visit her regularly?

- No, but he rang her almost every day.

I've told him he was a fool
to keep on calling her.

- And I take it she rings him back?

- That's funny.

- What?

- I've just realised.

He always called her.

I've never known her to ring here.

- Do you think I could
take a look at his room?

- Hello?

Gavin?

Mr. Barnaby?

- I don't know what you
expect to find in there.

(sombre music)

I'm told he gave you a
lift to the Cash & Carry

yesterday afternoon, is that right?

- Well, yes, he always drives me there.

(mellow piano music)

(sombre music)

Those things mean a lot to John.

They belonged to his mother.

- Is she still alive?

- No, she killed herself
when he was eight years old.

(mellow piano music)

(sombre music)

- Did he go with you into the Cash & Carry

to help you with the shopping?

- No, he said he had some
shopping of his own to do in town.

He collected me later.

- How much later?

- About an hour.

(tense music)

(lively fanfare music)

- Gavin?

Is that you?

Stop the--

(lively jazz music)

John?

What is it?

What are you doing here?

- Would you like to dance?

- All right, John, that's enough!

(tense music)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(panting)

(shrieks)

No!

(shattering)

(cracking)

(thudding)

(grunts)

(tense music)

(Jay grunting)

- Hey!

- [Tom] We've been reading
this manuscript of yours.

- [John] It means a lot to me.

- I'm sure it does.

But it's not really a
novel, is it, "Dark Autumn"?

It's almost biographical.

It's about your mother.

It's all set in the same period.

The early '50s.

How old would your mother have been then?

- 20, 21.

She was beautiful.

- How would you know?

You weren't born then.

- I've got photographs.

- You're right, she was.

We've got them here.

- I wanted to write about her.

How she lived in those
days, how she looked.

I tried to get a publisher to read it.

That's why I moved here.

But he refused.

- How old was your mother
when she killed herself?

- She was 40.

- [Gavin] Why did she kill herself?

- She was ill.

She had a disease.

- And she was no longer beautiful?

She was a prostitute.

- She worked as a hostess in a dance hall.

But she had to support me somehow.

- Why did you kill David Cutler?

- He preyed on women.

- [Mary] No, Dave, don't be stupid.

(sombre music)

- [Tom] And Debbie?

What had she done wrong?

Wouldn't she play the game?

Wouldn't she accept the
part you'd chosen for her?

- [Keith] Even gave her a
present, would you believe?

A dress.

Debbie said it must have
come out of the ark.

Pure '50s.

(screaming)

- [Tom] And Simon Reason?

- Well, he was an adulterer.

Who needs them?

- What do you want at this time of night?

- [John] And I wanted one of his desks.

- [Gavin] But he sold it to Owen August.

(clattering)

(lively jazz music)

- And the man who
rejected your manuscript,

was that Owen August too?

- He could have helped me.

But he couldn't be bothered.

I wasn't important enough for him.

- And that's a reason to kill him?

- He rejected everything I believed in.

Everything I loved.

(thuds)

- [Tom] So why attempt to kill Jay Nash?

Was that yet another rejection?

- I wanted her to take Tammie's place.

Until I saw her with you.

- What was your mother's name?

- She used a professional
name when she was working.

She became ill

and she lost her looks
because of me. (sobbing)

- But you were only eight at the time.

- It doesn't matter.

She lost her looks and
she died because of me.

- What was her name, John?

- Tammie.

(sombre music)

- Can I give you a lift, sir?

- No, thanks, Joyce is driving out here.

She'll pick me up.

- Right.

- What's that?

- I suppose I may as well dump it.

- What is it?

- It was that present I bought for Jay.

- Oh!

- Only she didn't want it.

I don't think she's got
over her last relationship.

- "Lord Byron Selected Poems".

- Yeah, she had this tatty
old book in her house.

So I thought I'd buy her a new one.

She'd marked that page in particular.

Must have been her favourite.

- So we'll go no more a
roving, so late into the night,

though the heart be still as loving,

and the moon be still as bright.

(sombre music)