All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S06E02 - Death and Dreams

(animals calling)

(radio Chattering)

- [Dave on Radio] If you're
a fishing freak like me.

Do you like fishing?

- [Trish on Radio] Not really.

- [Dave on Radio] So who
do you got at home, Trish?

- [Trish on Radio] Well,
there's my husband Paul.

- [Dave on Radio] And what does he do?

- [Trish on Radio] He's a tree surgeon.

- [Dave on Radio] Oh, great.

- [Trish on Radio] And then
there's Kelly, she's eight,

and baby Mark.

Well, we call him baby
Mark, he's nearly six.

- [Dave on Radio] Bet he just
loves being called Baby Mark.

- [Trish on Radio] He hates it.

He really does.

- [Dave on Radio] And I
guess the family's there

with you right now?

- [Trish on Radio] Yes.

Well, no, I'm in the bedroom.

They're downstairs in
the kitchen listening.

Having a good laugh, I expect.

- [Dave on Radio] Of course,
they're not laughing at you.

Why should they?

Best mum in the world.

They're proud of you.

Take care now.

- [Trish on Radio] Bye, Dave.

- [Dave on Radio] Sorry to say
we still have major problems

as you approach Causton on the Ridgeway

due to an overturned vehicle and trailer,

so avoid the area if you can.

Coming up later,

we've got Jenny Carlisle
with her regular health spot,

followed by our old friend Rob Smith

with all the legal farming news.

But right now, it's time for
our You Can Do It competition.

So if you're coming home from work.

(pensive music)

(ratcheting)
(gunfire booming)

(yelling)

(birds calling)
(contemplative music)

- [Troy] Morning, sir.

- Troy.

- His name's Martin Wroath.

He lived alone.

It's got to be suicide.

What a way to do it.

- [Radio Announcer] The
station's giving away

a brand new car.

Listen to Kate Jones at
breakfast, tomorrow from six.

(bright music on radio)

- Who found him?

- His housekeeper, sir.

Worked for him part time.

I suggested that she
wait in the drawing room.

- He leave a note?

- We haven't found one.

Could be some kind of memento,
remind him of better days.

(pensive music)

- Why didn't he just go out somewhere

and stick a gun to his head?

Went to all this trouble.

Mrs. Mary May?

- Yes?

- How do you do?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

I understand that you
were the first person

to enter the house this morning?

What time was that?

- 'Bout 8:30, my usual time.

- I know all of this must have
been a great shock to you.

Can you remember the last time
you saw Martin Wroath alive?

- Two days ago.

I only come in three days a week.

House this size needs more
time, but he was a mean man.

Always expected more for less.

I'm sorry he had to do
what he did to himself.

I suppose some of us
could see that coming.

Could have had the decency
to give me my money first.

- What money?

- He owed me four weeks wages.

Then again, he owed a lot of people.

- Do you happen to know his next of kin?

- Yes.

(bright music)

- Sorry for you intellectuals,

some of us have of work for a living.

(contemplative music)

(knocker tapping)

- [Barnaby] Mrs. Sara Wroath?

- I'm Sara Wroath, yes.

- Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

Do you think we could have a word, please?

- About what?

- Um, can we talk inside?

- Providing you don't
raise your voice, yes.

- [Barnaby] Thank you.

- The baby's still asleep.

By the way, I don't call
myself Mrs. Wroath anymore.

Just Sarah will do.

So, how can I help?

- It's about your estranged
husband, Martin Wroath.

- Oh, no, not more trouble.

What's he trying to do to us now?

- Well, whatever he was
trying to do, Sarah,

he won't be doing it anymore.

(bell chiming)

- [Leesmith] Won't keep you.

- It's Martin, Mr. Leesmith.

He's killed himself.

- What?

- He shot himself.

I saw the body.

I was the one who found him.

He almost blew his own head right off.

- What can I get you, Mrs. May?

- I don't want anything.

I just thought I'd come and
tell you the news, that's all.

- Well, that's very thoughtful of you.

We're closed.

- You've only just opened.

- Thank you, Mrs. May.

- He caused us so many problems.

Gordon always hoped he'd
kill himself with drink,

but I'd never wish death on anyone.

Ever.

- Who's Gordon?

- He's the local pharmacist.

We set up home together
after I left Martin.

We were all set to get married

as soon as my decree
absolute comes through.

He's a good man and a proud father.

I just hope,

I just hope that Martin didn't
kill himself because of me.

- Now why would you think that?

- He wanted me back.

That's why he caused
us all these problems.

He'd get drunk and come
around here and shout insults

at me and at Gordon.

- Was he ever physically
violent towards you?

- During the marriage, yes.

He was always drinking,
gambling our money away,

and he liked the women.

Other women.

After I left, he got worse.

Got depressed, so he tried to get help.

- Where?

- Mercy Park, just outside the village.

- Well thank you, Sarah.

That's a great display there.

Those Gordon's?

- Yes.

Yes he's wasted working in a chemist shop.

He's such a brilliant musician.

- There was blood everywhere.

Up the walls, in the
sink, all over the fridge.

- Martin Wroath?

- Yes.

Well, what was left of him.

I'm glad they didn't ask
me to clean that lot up.

- Morning, girls.

- Good morning.

Thanks.
(contemplative music)

- Excuse me.

Thank you.

- I've had a word with the dead man's GP.

He'd been having treatment for depression.

- Yeah, I know, at Mercy Park.

- Oh.

Anyway, back's up the suicide theory.

- Does it?

- Well, I reckon so.

That device he built in there,

maybe he had to do it that way?

Probably couldn't handle the moment.

- Take this to forensics.

- Sarah?

(footsteps pounding)

He's dead.

That bastard's dead.

- I know.

- Our troubles are over.

Oh, Sarah, what would I do without you?

And you?

Look.

(gentle music)

(contemplative music)

- Whew, quite a place.

- Quite a person running it.

You don't know Dr. Moore, do you?

- No, sir.

- I used the good doctor on
a couple of difficult cases.

Long before your time, of course.

- Doing what?

- These days it's called
psychological profiling.

- Oh, right.

- And having a brilliantly
analytical mind,

Dr. Moore was spot on.

- Yeah, well, these dried up old academics

are all right for a bit of theory

long after the event, but your Dr. Moore

doesn't have to go out and
find it firsthand, does he?

- Probably not Troy.

- Tom, it's great to see you.

- Jane.

It's good to see you too.

- Jane, I've set up a 5:00
appointment for the new arrivals.

Oh, right.

Troy, this is Dr. Moore.

Dr. Moore, Sergeant Troy.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- This is Tony Parrish.

He's our resident counsellor.

- How do you do?

A resident counsellor
in a cottage hospital?

- I've made changes.

- Knowing you, Jane,

I wouldn't expect you to move anywhere

without making changes.

A survival course?

- Why not?

I believe in active rehabilitation,

and that's what Mercy Park is getting.

It's been long overdue.

So I kicked out the TV sets and slippers.

- Well, I do hope good
old care in the community

is still flourishing.

- It is.

My kind of care.

No one is left alone here.

- What kind of patients do you have?

- The usual cross section,

and a few damaged people I've shipped in.

They also need help.

- Jane, we've come to ask you
about one of your patients.

- Who?

- Martin Wroath.

- Martin.

He was here on a voluntary
basis for a while,

but he discharged himself a few weeks ago.

- Give you a reason?

- Didn't need to.

He liked his drink too much.

Of course, he wasn't allowed that here.

Why?

- Martin Wroath is dead.

He was found with gunshot wounds.

- Martin?

That's terrible.

How, what happened?

- When did you last see him?

- I suppose about a week ago.

I used to visit him regularly
on an unofficial basis,

try and get him to come back,
but I was wasting my time.

You're not trying to tell
me that he killed himself?

- We're not sure yet.

- He wouldn't.

Not Martin.

He was a natural born gambler,

always looking for an easy way out,

a way that would benefit him.

He'd never take his own life.

(engine roaring)

(door thumping)

- Mom's home.

- No, leave me alone.

I'm telling her first.

Mom, guess what?

A man's dead, Mom.

We heard about it.

His head was shot off, and
there was blood everywhere.

- I know.

He was an ex-patient of mine.

- Oh, no.

Guy, switch that off.

Mom's upset.

Ettie, can you get Mom a drink?

- What's wrong, Mom?

- The man who died, he
was one of Mom's patients.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

Really sorry.

(sighing)

- What a day.

(contemplative music)

- Mrs. May.

What are you doing here?

May I?

Oh.

Put these back where they belong, please?

- Do what he says, will ya?

- We just wanted something
back for what we're owed,

that's all.

- This happens to be the scene
of a police investigation,

Mrs. May.

Were you aware of that?

- Yes.

How did you get in?

- Backdoor.

- Then I'd like your keys
to the house, please?

Please?

- Give him the bloody keys.

- OK.

- Come on.

- Mrs. May, do you know if Martin Wroath

had any visitors recently?

- No.

Except that doctor woman.

She was always here.

- Thank you.

- [Troy] Sir.

- Post-mortem report, Troy.

There was large amounts of alcohol

in Martin Wroath's system,

plus an almost equal amount
of an antidepressant drug.

Read it.

- What about the cup?

- It contained traces of
the same tricyclic drug.

- So do you reckon he
mixed himself a cocktail

before he took his own life?

- Why would he want to do that?

- I don't know.

To make things easier.

- Read, read what it says, Troy.

It says a large amount of the drug,

which would have been
circulating in his bloodstream,

which means he would have been unconscious

by the time he was sitting
in that contraption of his.

So he'd have been in no
fit state to shoot himself.

(marching band music)

(knocking)

- If you're looking for the chemist,

you're wasting your time.

- Why?

- That's just his day job.

(giggling)

- These damaged people Dr.
Moore's been talking about.

- What about them?

- Would they have had convictions?

- I have no idea.

I'm sure Jane knows what she's doing.

I've always admired her mind.

- I'm sure you have, sir.

- Jane was very good to work with, Troy.

She would have made a very good detective.

- How are we supposed to ask questions

with that racket going on?

- Police!

Stop!

(pensive music)

(banging)

The Morton Fendle Concert Championship.

- That's right.

Three years ago.

- What do you reckon the police want?

- Don't know.

Maybe Gordon's been
murdering the piano again.

(all laughing)

- Mind you, I would have
preferred stronger competition.

- So this cup belongs to you?

- Of course, it belongs to me.

What are you doing with it?

- When did you last see it?

- At home with all the other trophies.

Where else would it be?

I have had enough interruptions one day,

so if you don't mind.

- This cup was found beside
the body of Martin Wroath,

and it contained traces of a
tricyclic drug called tenzine.

Does your pharmacy stock that
particular drug, Mr. Leesmith?

Did you kill Martin Wroath?

- Of course, I didn't kill him.

- You had reason to.

- Yes, but I couldn't do it.

I wouldn't take a life.

Martin Wroath must have stolen it.

- Why would he do that?

- Well, he was always
calling around to the house,

all hours of the day,
trying to get Sarah back.

And he collected things,
bits of bric-a-brac.

- Gordon?

- I'll be with you in a minute, Sonya.

Go through the andante
section again, will you?

Start at letter P.

- Right you are, Gordon.

- Mr. Barnaby?

This is a small village

and I have two important
roles to play here.

People look up to me.

I can't afford trouble.

- Right.

- I have to admit, sir, I
have conducted better bands.

Presentation, that's my
main worry with this lot,

but it's my ambition to change all that.

I'm going to incorporate
one or two drum majorettes.

Good looking young girls, of course.

That should make Midsomer
Worthy sit up and take notice.

- I'm sure it will.

- All right if I come on board?

- Sure.

- Hello.
- Hi there.

- Couldn't do a hand right
turn in one of these things,

could you?

There'd be books everywhere.

Tell me something, Cully.

What do you know about Dr. Jane Moore?

- Why?

- Your dad finds her invaluable.

- I know her asked her
to work with him once.

It was a difficult case.

- I suppose she solved
it for him, did she?

- Well, she must have helped.

Dad got a conviction.

They spent quite a few days together.

- Must have had you and
your mom a bit worried?

- Why should it?

It was a working relationship.

- Of course, it was.

- Is that it?

Only I'm due at the
Crossways and I'm late.

- Fine.

You can drop me off.

- From what I hear,

the locals aren't too
sure about Dr. Moore.

- Why?

- They don't like what she's done here.

They're a quiet lot.

They don't do much with their lives.

- They read books.

- Yes.

Maybe she was just too much
of a highflyer for them.

- Has she got a family?

- She's a widow.

Lives with her children.

Her husband was killed
in a climbing accident

about three years ago.

I'll see you later.

- Yeah, see ya.

(engine rumbling)

- Yes, Martin Wroath
was prescribed tenzine

while he was here.

- On a regular basis?

- Yes.

- What about after he left?

- Well, he wouldn't have
been able to get hold of it.

Tenzine has a high overdose danger rate.

It can only be taken under
strict medical supervision.

- See, his body contained a
very large amount of the drug.

- I've no idea where he got it from.

(phone ringing)

Yes?

What, again?
(ominous music)

OK, I'll deal with it.

Dean!

- [Troy] Could Martin
Wroath have nicked the drug?

- Not from here.

Dean!

Of course, he could have
been hoarding his supply,

taking some home with him every day.

- Did your staff construct this course?

- No.

Jane got a professional to do it.

Jeff Haskin, a local man.

Dean!

- A bit if a temptation though, isn't it,

for any potential suicide case?

- We don't have many vulnerables here.

There are no physical
exercises planned today, Dean.

You know that as well as I do.

- Do I?

- Yes.

So get down here right now.

(grunting)

- I'd say 10 out of 10 for that.

- Who is that man?

- Dean Hunniset.

He's been in institutions
from orphanages upwards

most of his life.

Someone had to help them.

- [Barnaby] So you had
him moved to Mercy Park?

- As part of the
rehabilitation scheme, yes.

He needs to be reintroduced into society.

- [Troy] Is he allowed out?

- Providing we know where he is, yes.

- What does that mean?

- He's allowed authorised absence

to do a part time gardening
job in the village.

- Where'd you move him from, Jane?

- A secure hospital unit.

- Then he must have
committed an offence or two.

- A long time ago, yes.

Poor old Dean's been lost in the system.

- Happens to a lot of people.

- Troy, could you make your own
way back to Causton, please?

- Yes, sir.

Why?

- Because I'd like to take Jane,

Dr. Moore, to the farmhouse.

(bright music)

- Ettie, I'm just going out for a while.

Tell Hannah and Guy, will you?

- Yes, Mum.

(pensive music)

- I wonder what he was trying to tell us?

Often suicides will hang themselves,

making some kind of statement.

Look what you made me do, et cetera.

- He didn't kill himself.

- What are you talking about?

You mean someone went to all
this trouble to commit murder?

- Yes.

- I don't believe it.

So why didn't he fight back?

- Because he'd been drugged first.

Do you know of anyone who
could kill in such a way?

- I can think of one or two,

but they've been put away for life.

- When you last visited
here about a week ago,

what kind of state was he in?

- Much the same, drinking
too much, depressed,

missing his wife.

He really loved Sarah.

- And during your chats did you
ever share a drink with him?

- I'd have the odd glass
of wine now and again.

- What kind of wine?

- White.

I only drink white.

- I understand Martin
had quite a few enemies.

- Yes.

- How did he get on with
people at the hospital?

- He didn't.

He upset quite a few.

He used to wind them up.

(suspenseful music)

By the way, tomorrow is our
first anniversary at Mercy Park.

Tony thinks we should
celebrate at my place.

Will you come?

- Well, I'd like that
very much, thank you,

and happy anniversary.

(upbeat music)

(crowd clamouring)

- Good food.

- Oh, thanks, our
brother Guy organised it.

- Top man.

- Don't tell him that.

- No.

His head's big enough already.

- Red or white?

- Oh, red, please.

Thank you.

These doctors do all right
for themselves, don't they?

You're not drinking?
- No, I'm driving.

I'll have a coke or something.

I expect you and Dad
will have the odd drink

in the line of duty.

- Well, absolutely.

- Gordon?

Glad you could make it.

- Thank you, Jane.

On my own, I'm afraid.

Sarah is busy with the baby.

- Right.

Excuse me.

Tom, you look rather trapped.

Too many people for you?

- Yes.

- Let's go outside for a bit.

- Think it's going rather well, don't you?

- It looks like it.

- You've done wonders, Guy.

- Thanks, Tony.

- You all have.

Like I've always said, nothing's
too good for your mother.

I'd do anything for her.

- [Barnaby] Here's to
a very successful year.

- With an ex-patient dying on me?

Could have been better.

- Martin Wroath's death
had nothing to do with you,

you must know that?

- I took this job when my husband died.

It was a downward step.

I decided I needed something
a little less demanding

while I grieved for him.

- And now it's taken off.

- In a big way.

- And the kids, they seem happy enough.

- Oh, they're great, and
they stay so close to me.

Sometimes they act like parents.

But at least Hannah and Guy
came through it all right.

It was a terrible time for them.

- Oh.

- You see, they were there
when Andy fell to his death.

- At the moment,

your Dad's listening to
Jane Moore's opinions

more than he's listening to mine.

- Well, he must have a reason.

- I'm sure he has, because
I'm also quite good

at knowing what goes on in people's minds.

It's part of the job.

He should know that.

Some of the patients she's
got in that hospital,

I mean, it's a joke.

- Why?

- Police officers and psychiatrists

have different objectives, that's why.

- What objectives?

- It's simple.

We lock them up and the
shrinks let them out again.

- Come on, Gavin, relax.

It's a party.

(bright music)

- Yeah.

- Tony, do you mind if
I ask you something?

- What?

- You all right?

- Me, yes, fine.

I've had a long day.

- Did Dean Hunniset get
to know Martin Wroath

when he was at the hospital?

- Of course, he did.

They were in group together.

- How did they get on?

- They hated each other.

- Ettie, time for bed.

- But, Mom, I wanted to hear the music.

- Up you go, school in the morning.

- Please?

- Jane, I think I'll head off.

- OK.

Are you all right?

- A bit tired.

- Well, I'm not surprised.

You've been busy.

- Mom.

- Ettie, bed, now.

- Come on, Ettie, you heard what Mom said.

- We'll take her up with us.

Come on.

- Kids.

(audience clapping)

(audience cheering)

- That was fantastic, Gavin.

Well done.

- Yeah?

Just wait until I start
with the knives and forks.

(pensive music)

(splashing)

- Dean?

If you've been in the stream
again after lights out,

there'll be trouble.

Dean?

- Any chance of a lift?

- What about Dad?

- Oh, he's getting a
cab home, or so he says.

- OK.

I'm just over here.

- Would you mind if we stop
off somewhere on the way back?

- You must be kidding?

- No, seriously though, this
is business not pleasure.

- Stop where?

- Mercy Park.

- Why?

- I want to prove something.

- [Cully] Prove what?

- I want to know how he does it.

- Who?

(suspenseful music)

Gavin, this is crazy.

- Come here.

Just trust me.

- Where the hell are we going?

(twig snapping)

Gavin?

Wait.

What are we doing here?

- I'll show you.

Watch this.

(grunting)

- Careful.

- Oh.

(thudding)
(laughing)

- Well, you proved one
thing, you're no Tarzan.

(birds calling)

Here.

Let me show you how it's done.

(ropes creaking)

(pensive music)

(both laughing)

(dramatic music)

(band chattering)

- Morning, Gordon.

- Good morning, Sonya.

Sonya, perhaps you'd like
to listen to this version

of the piece we've been rehearsing?

See what you think.

(distant band music)

- [Barnaby] Did you see
anyone else here last night?

- [Troy] No.

- [Barnaby] Did you hear anyone?

I'm not happy, Troy.

- [Troy] I know, sir.

- Having to question
you and my own daughter

as possible witnesses
makes me very unhappy.

- It looks like his body was
dragged out to the stream

and along here.

- You're saying he didn't hang himself?

- That's right.

You know what beats me is why drown him

and then string him up?

I mean, you can't be
killed twice, can you?

These were found in his pocket.

They're in capsule form,

so the water hadn't quite dissolved them.

- What are they?

- At first glance, the same
antidepressant drug, tenzine.

- You're saying, you're
saying he was murdered?

- Yes.

- That's terrible.

You're used to seeing
this sort of thing, Dad.

- [Barnaby] Yes.

- I'm not.

- Did you see or hear anything
else when you were there?

- No.

Well, I, I thought I saw something

when we were making our
way to the survival course,

but I can't be certain.

- What you mean you
thought you saw something?

- In the dark.

In the trees, a shape
like somebody watching,

but I can't be sure.

- I just wanted to say

that a certain little item has arrived.

Yes.

This morning.

So perhaps, you'd like to
come and see me sometime?

I look forward to that.

- [Sarah] It's all right, darling.

You go to sleep now, darling.

- No, I've got to go.

I'll speak to you soon.

- Forensic evidence suggests

that Tony was drowned in the stream.

He had marks on his body indicating

that he'd been forced under
the water and held there.

He also had some tenzine
capsules in his pocket.

- I expect he intended giving
them to one of the patients.

- Then why did he take them to your party?

- I don't know.

I expect he forgot.

Look, the poor man's dead, for God's sake.

- Could he have taken the drug himself?

- No.

- Because there were also
traces of tenzine in his system.

- If Tony had a drug dependency problem,

I'd have been the first to know about it.

- Jane, have you seen his?

- What is it?

- It's a draught letter

saying that he'd be concerned
about Dean Hunniset's behaviour

and had recommended that all
his privileges be withdrawn.

(grunting)

Dean Hunniset?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Troy.

(grunting)

Mr. Hunniset, could you tell us, please,

where you were last night

between the hours of 9:00 PM and midnight?

- I was in the canteen
at 9:30 talking to Terry.

Ask him.

- Who's Terry?

- One of the patients.

I came up here to bed.

It's lights out at 9:30.

There's four others on this ward.

They saw me go to bed.

Ask them.

You people, you never give up, do ya?

I was convicted a long time ago,

and I've been shunted around ever since.

- Why were you convicted?

We can check.

- I stole cars.

- And you were sectioned for that?

- It was the way I stole them.

Why don't I make things easy for you?

I didn't kill Martin Wroath,
but like a lot of people here,

I'd like to have done.

- Why?

- He antagonised people,
people with problems,

people who couldn't defend themselves.

Fortunately, they had me to defend them.

They still have.

- And Tony?

- Now why would I want to kill him?

- You obviously didn't like him.

- Only because he was weak.

I have no time for weakness.

Not here.

This place needs people
like Dr. Moore and me.

- Why should it need you?

- Dr. Moore will tell you.

I'm an example to others.

I've come through it all.

Dealt with all the crap.

Now they know that they can do the same.

I knew there'd be trouble

when they put that survival
course near the stream.

Jeff insisted on it.

Said it was the best place for it.

- Jeff Haskin?

- Yeah.

The rope man.

(contemplative music)

- My family had been in
ropes and rigging for years.

I even had a great uncle

who was a public hangman back in the '30s.

- Really?

- Did 18 of them.

My Dad said he used to
call them his little pals.

And when he was going off to do a job,

he used to pack his overnight bag

and tell his wife he was going
to visit one of his pals.

Not the sort of friendship
you want though, is it?

- I believe you rigged the survival course

at the Mercy Park, is that right?

- That's right.

Easy job.

I like rope.

Real rope.

I like the feel of it.

Smell that.

Burmese hemp, best rope in the world.

You can do anything with it.

And my wife, she loves rope as well.

Got a lot of it in the house.

- I take it you knew Martin Wroath?

- Yes.

The bastard owed me money, but
he always avoided paying up.

Won't get it now, will I?

- Why did he owe you money?

- We were going into business together.

It was his idea.

Said he knew of a market,

so I provided all the time and materials,

but he lost interest.

I didn't get a penny.

- What sort of business?

- I'll show you.

He reckoned we could set up a stall

and sell these at country shows.

- Siege engines.

- I've checked out Hunniset's form, sir.

He did steal cars,

but on the last occasion
the owner tried to stop him.

Hunniset then attempted to strangle him.

The victim was elderly,

and had a heart attack at
the scene of the crime.

Hunniset then tried to strangle

one of the arresting police officers.

- When, when was this?

- About eight years ago.

He was found unfit to plead,

and ordered to be detained
at a secure hospital.

He has not been in trouble since.

- Joe?

Come on, Theo, let's go.

(ominous music)

- Must have happened during the night.

The loo window was forced.

You'll notice on the back.

- Was the alarm on?

- Yes.

But only the doors are connected.

I mean, you don't expect
someone to break into the loo,

do you?

- What was taken?

- Well, as far as I can make out,

some sugar free chocolate, some drugs.

There was a cash in the
till, and that's still there.

- What kind of drugs?

- Just the one kind,

the tricyclic drug that you
mentioned before, tenzine.

- How much has taken?

- Quite a large amount.

- I closed the bar at 11:45 last night,

and I was here tidying up until 12:30.

- Did you see anyone near the
pharmacy during that time?

- Didn't look.

- Or hear anything suspicious?

- No.

- Thank you, Mr. May.

(knocker tapping)

- Oh, hello, Hannah.

Is Mr. Leesmith in?

- Um, no, they've gone out.

Would you like to come in?

- Yes, yes, please.

- I'm babysitting.

It's not a problem.

She's fast asleep.

She knows me, I often sit for them.

- So where have they gone?

- Sarah's a bit worried about
all the bad things going on

in the village just lately,

so Miss Mr. Leesmith's taken
her out to tea by the river.

He's even bought her flowers.

- Whoops, sorry, are you working?

- Oh, it's just homework.

- A struggle, is it?

- It's a nightmare.

Would you like a cup of tea?

I'm just make myself one.

- Yes, I would, thank you, thank you.

- How do you like it?

- Strong, please, with one sugar.

- OK.

(pensive music)

- Are you a fan of the
Midsomer Worthy Band then?

- [Hannah] No, I hate that kind of music,

and all that silly dressing up.

I'm also worried

about what's happening in
the village, Mr. Barnaby.

- Well, you don't have to be, Hannah.

We are here.

We'll do our best to find
out who's responsible.

Thank you.

- I wish we could go away.

- Who's we?

- Me and Mom, Guy, and Ettie.

- Go away where?

- Just somewhere far away.

Somewhere quiet.

Mom works too hard.

She's always busy doing things.

If we could just find the
right place, some quiet place,

we could look after Mom.

You like her, don't you, Mr. Barnaby?

- Yes, yes, I do.

I have a great admiration for her.

- And it's her big occasion on Saturday,

the Mercy Park Open Day.

Will you be there?

- How could I possibly miss
out on a thing like that?

(jazzy brass music)

- Hello?

The locals have done us proud this time.

It's quite a turn out.

- Yeah, good.

- Enjoy yourselves.

- We will, thanks.

I take it, this isn't a day off?

- I've got two unsolved
murders to my name.

When can I have a day off?

What's that?

- I don't know what your Dad's up to.

He's got our number one
suspect here right now.

- Who?

- The rope climbing expert.

- Well why didn't you arrest him?

- Not up to me, is it?

- Ladies and gentlemen,
your attention, please?

Would both teams for the
tug of war assemble now?

- OK, gents.

Come on, come on, let's have
a good contest, shall we?

All right, gentlemen,
start to take the strain.

(all grunting)

Keep firm hold.

Keep firm hold.

Let's see if we can
get it right this time.

Wait for my signal, please.

And.

(all grunting)

(crowd laughing)

For the third time, will
you wait for the signal?

Don't you loonies understand English?

(suspenseful music)

(croaking)

- Leave it.
- Get off him!

- Mick, what's he done to you, Mick?

- You can see what he's like.

Why don't you just arrest him now?

- Are you gonna let this happen?

- It's all right.
- It's not all right.

Nothing's all right.

My husband gets attacked,

and there's been a
serious crime at my house.

- A serious crime?

- Yes, in my garden.

Now what are you going to do about that?

I've left everything just as it was.

And I'm not the only one.

Next door's is gone as well.

So tell me, who'd want
to steal washing lines?

(orchestral music on PA)

- What happened at Mrs. May's house?

- Someone nicked her washing line.

- What?

- Not the washing, just the line itself.

That's her serious crime.

I mean, who'd want to steal
the old bags knickers anyway?

- In answer to your earlier question,

we're not going to arrest Hunniset.

- Why not?

He almost killed the referee.

Then again, he's got Dr.
Moore on his side, doesn't he?

- She believes in him, yes,
and I respect her judgement .

Mrs. May and her stolen washing line, sir.

- [Barnaby] What about it?

- Well, we got all the help we need.

So why not do a bit of
psychiatric profiling

on that as well?

(switches clicking)
(humming)

(knocking)

- I'm so glad you could make it.

(contemplative music)

- Gordon?

- What's he been playing at?

- [Troy] Did they nick the flag as well?

- No, it was lying trampled on the ground.

That should be an offence in itself.

- Why?

- It's our national flag.

The Queen's flag.

The Union Jack.

(knocking)

- Gordon?

(pounding)
Gordon!

- Excuse me.

- [Sarah] Gordon!

- So what are you going
to do about my rope?

(pounding)

- Is anything wrong?

- I thought Gordon might be in here.

He does his prescriptions
on a Sunday morning.

- Didn't he tell you what he was doing?

- No, he hasn't been home all night.

(knocking)

- Gordon?
(tense music)

(sombre music)

- His suit is still
hanging up in his locker.

- Can you go through the pockets?

- Yes, sir.

His wallet's still here.

Money, credit cards, some loose change.

- A lot of scuff marks on the floor.

I think he was dragged into here.

Could have been killed
before he was hung up.

- Like Tony?
- Yeah.

- And there's this.

It's Sims and Sykes, or Simmons,
anyway something and Sykes.

Yeah, there's part of a London postcode.

(crowd applauding)

(engine rumbling)

(eerie music)

I've managed to trace that name, sir.

It's Simblet and Sykes.

They're an old established
firm of outfitters.

They specialise in
staff wear and uniforms.

(contemplative music)

- Gordon Leesmith?

- I'm afraid so, yes.

- Of all people.

He was harmless.

Why was he killed?

- We don't know.

- How on earth is Sarah
going to cope with this?

- Was Dean Hunniset working
in the village today?

- I'm not sure.

He may have been.

I'd need to check.

There's something you should see.

(pensive music)

There.

All the ropes, every
one, just disappeared.

- Ropes.

They're everywhere in this, aren't they?

Tony's body was hung up by a rope.

Leesmith was hanged by his own lanyard.

Maybe the theft of the clothesline

isn't as trivial as we thought.

Jane, you ever had any
problems with Jeff Haskin?

- He resents this place.

- Has he ever had a go at you personally?

- No.

- Why, sir?

- That man is very fond of rope.

(contemplative music)

- I was just about to call you people.

- Why?
- Well, I'll show you why.

I was only gone an hour.

- Why didn't you lock the place up?

- I was only just along the
road in the pub having a lunch.

All my best ropes.

I mean, even all the odds
and ends of ropes are gone.

I mean, what use is that lot to anyone?

- I don't know what I'm going to do now.

Gordon was the kindest,

most talented person I've ever known.

Who would want to hurt him?

- I'm sorry, Sarah, to
have to ask you questions

at a time like this, but,
see, it is necessary.

We must find whoever is responsible.

- You say he didn't tell you he was going

to the village hall last night?

- No.

He would have sent the other
band members straight home

after the performance.

Gordon would have gone back
to the village hall to change.

- He was still in his uniform.

- Did he tell you he'd ordered
a different kind of uniform?

- What kind of uniform?

- A drum majorette outfit.

- No.

No, he didn't tell me.

But he could have bought it.

He did always want drum
majorettes in the band,

but I told him it wasn't
right for Midsomer Worthy.

They're far too conservative here.

(phone ringing)

- Excuse me.

- Did Gordon ever mention

that one of his commemorative
cups had gone missing?

- No.

- He believed Martin Wroath
could have stolen it.

- Well, I wouldn't put it past him.

He was always around here.

We don't have that many visitors.

- What about your babysitter?

- Hannah?

She wouldn't have stolen it.

Not Hannah.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know where it is.

Yep, will do.

Yeah, thanks.

The drum majorette uniform, sir.

The tunic's been found.

- Where?

- Near the playing field.

- Get Sarah to do formal
ID of the body, will you,

and then meet me there.

(pensive music)

(eerie music)

(playful music)

(bat popping)
(audience clapping)

- Hiya.

- Hi.

- Ettie, Hannah.

Is this a private party?

- No.

Come and join us.

- Thank you.

We always give Guy a
picnic when he's playing.

He likes his food.

- Yes, the greedy pig.

- [Hannah] Would you like a cup of tea?

- Yes, I would, thank you.

- Thanks, that's mine.

- Stop moaning.

I'll get you another one in a minute.

- Hello, Mr. Barnaby.

- Hello, Guy.

Is Dean Hunniset,

does he have nothing to
do with your school side?

- Dean, no.

Mercy Park's getting a
staff-patients side together.

(bat cracking)
(cheering)

- Have you ever taken Mum
on a picnic, Mr. Barnaby?

- No, I haven't.

- Bet you'd like to.

- Ettie, shut up.

- Good shot
(crowd applauding)

(contemplative music)

(birds calling)
(suspenseful music)

(heartbeat thumping)

(eerie music)

(grunting)

(honking)
(dramatic music)

- Sir?
(choking and gasping)

Sir?

- Here, it's brandy.

Drink it.

(croaking)

- Did you see anyone, sir?

- No.

- There's something I
feel I should tell you.

Dean Hunniset hasn't
returned to the hospital.

- It can wait till morning, sir.

You need to see a doctor.

I'll put a call out for him.

- You know, it's almost as if someone

were playing games with us.

- [Hannah] Poor Mr. Barnaby
didn't look well last night.

- [Guy] No, he didn't.

- Good job he had Mum
there to look after him.

- Ettie, don't scuff those shoes.

Did you hear me?

- They're my shoes.

Maybe Mum wants to look
after Mr. Barnaby forever.

- He's married.

- What difference does that make?

- Ettie, sometimes you
say the stupidest things.

- Oh, yeah.

And where do I get that from?

- Someone's coming to get you.
- No.

(squealing)
Don't, Guy.

No.

I said, don't, I'll tell Mom.

Stop it, stop doing that.

I said don't, Guy.

No.

- Tom, hello.

What did the doctor say?

- Doctor said I'd been drugged,

probably with a strong tranquilliser.

I'd say tenzine, wouldn't you?

- Oh, Tom.

- So Dean Hunniset returned yet?

- No.

He's still not here.

- Can we have a look around?

- I'm a bit late for an appointment.

- Well, that's no problem.

(knocking)

Well, he can't hide behind
the shrinks now, can he, sir?

But where would he go?

This is his only home.

- Perhaps he's still gardening.

- All night?

(ominous music)

This is gonna to look good
in the stolen property book.

(contemplative music)

Sir?

- All the rigging from Haskin's workshop.

- Yes.

Well, we've got him now.

He's definitely the one.

- I'd like to think so.

(suspenseful music)

Hello, Dean.

Dean, put the piece of wood down, OK.

- I'm not going back.

I'm not going back to that secure unit.

- I thought you said
you were supposed to be

an example to others.

- I am.

I am.

- What sort of example is that?

Come on, put it down.

Did you ever visit Martin Wroath's house?

- I went there once.

I did a couple of hours gardening for him,

but he never paid us.

- Did you visit his house on
the night he was murdered?

- No.

- But you have the strength
to kill people, Dean.

You also have the strength
to drag their bodies

from the scene of a crime and hang them.

- I saw you.

- What?

- The night Tony was killed.

I saw you and that girl.

- Where the hell are we going?

Gavin.

- I was all set to cut
the poor bastard down

when you turned up.

- What else did you see?

- Nothing.
- Oh, come on, Dean.

You were there when he died.

So if you didn't kill him, who did?

Who are you protecting?

- I should have stopped it happening.

- Who killed him, Dean?

- Pissed off with talking now.

- All right, then.

Tell us about the rope and cord.

Why did you take it?

- Nobody knew.

Climb out my window at night.

Take all I could get.

Nobody ever saw it.

Had to do it.

Had to help Dr. Moore.

- Buy stealing rope?

- Of course.

If it wasn't there, they
couldn't use it, could they?

I had to stop them killing again.

- Them?

How many we talking about here, Dean?

Two?

Maybe three?
(contemplative music)

(pensive music)

We'll talk to you later, Guy.

Hannah, you come this way, please?

- Hannah?

I want to be with Hannah.

- Just do as they say, Guy.

It's all right.

- [Barnaby] Do you know why

you've been brought here, Hannah?

- No.

- [Barnaby] We'd like to
ask you some questions.

- [Troy] Do you recognise this cup?

- No.

- Did you take it from
Sarah's house one day

when you were babysitting?

- No.

- Take a closer look.

- I may have borrowed it.

- Without asking?

- Yeah.

Who'd miss that thing?

- Why did you borrow it?

- I needed some tat for a
school project on gamesmanship,

and it was perfect.

- Did you take that cup round
to Martin Wroath's house?

- What?

- The farmhouse in Salter's Lane.

- Why would I want to take it there?

- Because that's where we found it

next to the dead body of Martin Wroath.

- Did you put it there, Hannah?

- No.

- Did you put drugs in the cup?

- How could I?

I don't even know where the house is.

- But surely, you knew Martin Wroath.

- No.

- Yes.

Your mother used to visit him.

- Did she?

- On a purely professional
basis, of course,

but maybe you misinterpreted that.

Maybe you thought he was
trying it on with her.

- She's old enough to look after herself.

- Not with you around, she isn't.

Then perhaps you invited
yourself around instead

to teach him a lesson.

(doorbell ringing)

- Hello, Mr. Wroath.

- Hello, Hannah.

- And I expect you made
yourself look good,

because Martin Wroath would like that.

Martin Wroath was that kind of a man.

Then what?

Did he offer you a drink,

perhaps a glass of white wine perhaps?

- Before I killed him?

- Yes.

- Come on, now.

Me?

I mean, how could I
possibly kill a grown man?

- With some help maybe.

- [Barnaby] Because you
didn't go to that house alone,

did you, Hannah?

(knocking)

And, oh, what a game
the three of you played.

(grunting)

- Hannah, kill him.

Kill him, kill him.

(ominous music)

(gunfire booming)

- As for poor old Tony, what
kind of a threat was he?

But then, he did have a crush on your Mom.

We could all see that.

- Did you hope that his murder

would help close down the hospital?

- Why would I want that?

- So that you and your family

could get away together and
find that perfect place.

We believe that you used the same drug

to fix Tony's drink at the party maybe?

We also believe that you
put some of those capsules

into his pocket after you drowned him.

- [Ettie] Hold him down.

(yelling and gasping)

Do it, put him back down!

- Hannah, you have to tell us.

You have to tell us the truth,
because we have evidence,

and we're going to talk to Guy

and we're going to talk to Ettie,

and I feel fairly certain
they'll have something to say.

And then there's your mother.

She'll have to know.

- You bastard.

You were lucky.

You were so bloody lucky.

- Yes, I realise that.

- I knew how you liked your tea.

(ominous music)

(honking)

- Would you like to tell
us about Gordon Leesmith?

What's funny?

- Mr. Leesmith and his band.

- So you broke into the
pharmacy and stole more drugs.

Why did you do that?

You used up the others?

- I asked Mr. Leesmith for
some drugs, but he refused.

- Why should he give them to you?

- Because he liked me.

He wanted me to be his drum majorette.

So we stole the drugs,
Ettie took some chocolate.

Me, a drum majorette?

- So he had to be killed?

- Of course.

He would have said something.

- Surprised you didn't
drug him first as well.

- Didn't need to.

He was already up for it.

He used to ring me saying
he'd got a uniform,

and he wanted me to come and try it on.

Ettie and I had such a laugh about it.

And then we thought, well,
here's an opportunity.

(knocking)

(melancholy music)

(marching music)

- [Gordon] I'm so glad you could make it.

- I think we gave Mr. Leesmith
the performance of his life.

(choking)

(hysterical laughter)

Is this all right for you, Mr. Leesmith?

Is this how you want me?

(hysterical laughter)

- No one will ever take
our mother away from us.

Ever.

- Ettie, Ettie, this is Miss Daniels.

She's our social worker,

and she will be with us
during our little chat.

Is that all right?

Here we are.

- Where's Mum?

- Well, she's not at home yet,

so that's why Miss Daniels is here.

- Would you like to sit down, Ettie?

- Do you want to ask me about
Hanna and Guy and what we did?

- First, we'll do that later on, yes.

But right now, I'd like to
talk to you about your father.

- He's dead.

- Yeah, I know.

I'm sorry.

What sort of person was he?

Expect he was a good dad to have, was he?

- He was all right.

- Did you love him as much
as you loved your mother?

- No.

- Why not?

- He was too clingy.

- Too clingy?

Why too clingy?

- Too clingy with Mom, all
over her, kissing and that.

He used to send us out
of the room sometimes.

- Why, why did he do that?

- Because he wanted to
be with Mum all the time.

It used to make me cry,
and it made Hannah angry.

She said he wanted Mom all to himself.

- But Hannah and Guy,

they got on well with
your father, didn't they?

Well, they went away on a
climbing holiday together,

didn't they?

(laughing)
- I know.

- Does that make you want to laugh?

- Sometimes.

- [Barnaby] Why?

(laughing)

- Dad didn't fall down the cliff.

Guy and Hannah pushed him.

(laughing)

- Tom, why did you ask
me to meet you here?

- Because I might need
your help with this.

- All right.

(sombre music)

- I rang in.

They said you found the person
responsible for the murders.

- Yes, that's right.

- Oh, thank god for that.

So who is it?

(birds calling)

(contemplative music)