All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S12E07 - The Great and the Good

(suspenseful music)

(window thudding)

- Oh, my God, no!

Please, please, help.

Somebody help me, no!

Help me, please!

Someone, please, help me.

There's someone in the house!

Please, help me, help!

(telephone ringing)

- I'll be up in a minute.

- Did you hear that?

The school teacher's
having hysterics again.

- [Connie] Please, help me!

- Imogen!

(suspenseful music)

(glass crashing)

(suspenseful music)

- I think it's Connie.

- Of course it's Connie.

Get over there.

- All right, keep your hair on.

- [Connie] Help me, please!

Please, there's somebody in my house!

There's somebody in my house!

- [Justin] It's Connie.

- I gathered.

- Oh, my God.

- Yeah, could you come down and let us in?

- He's on the stairs.

Or the landing.

I think he's on the landing.

- Don't you think he might
have scarpered by now?

- You think so?

- What with the noise sort of thing?

- Well, have you got a front door key?

You could throw it down.

- Just a minute.

- Not an awful lot of fabric
in that nightie, is there?

(Vince laughing)

I mean that in the nicest possible way.

Oi oi, neighbourhood watch is here.

- What's happened?

- Connie thinks there's an intruder.

- Again?

- Still on the landing, she reckons,

having virtually screamed the house down.

- Well, maybe we should
suspend the judgement

until we can ascertain
what has actually occurred?

- Yeah, precisely.

- I've just remembered.

There's a spare key under the flower pot.

- Right, okay.

(mysterious music)

Got it.

- Okay.

- Don't you worry, Connie.

We'll be up there in a moment, sweetheart.

(mysterious music)

It's all right, Connie,
we're here (sighs).

- Did you see someone?

Was there someone there?

- Shh, don't worry.

If there's anyone in the house
we're gonna find them, okay?

- Okay

- Right lads?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Do you want to go and look round then?

- Yeah, right.

- [Connie] There was
definitely someone there,

I swear, Imogen.

- Are you all right?

- There was someone on the landing.

(Imogen clicks tongue)

Really.

- Well, that's awful.

Do you think perhaps you
need your dressing gown?

- I'm serious, there was
definitely someone in the house.

Why is this happening?

- [Imogen] Shh, shh, shh.

(Connie crying)

- [Ben] Over active imagination

according to one or two of the neighbours.

This is from the officers
who answered the call.

- What about the other neighbours?

- Well, not quite so dismissive.

Someone was seen loitering
not far from her cottage

two weeks ago late at night.

Then a month ago she told friends

that she thought someone
had been in her house.

Apparently, things had been moved.

But she has been found sleepwalking

a couple of times on the village green

in a bit of an agitated state, apparently.

I mean whatever the truth of it,

the officers who answered the call

said she wasn't putting it on,

that she genuinely was very frightened.

- What does she do, this, ah, lady?

- She's the village school teacher.

- Oh, Connie, Connie Bishop?

Yes, the Mrs. Barnaby knows her.

Well I've always taken
her for a very serious,

very sensible young woman.

- Well, there's no sign of a forced entry,

windows shut, back door locked.

She kept a spare key
under a flower pot though.

- And who knew about that?

- Only half the village.

- Only half the village, yeah.

(children shouting and chattering)

- [Connie] Come on, and twisting.

Okay, keep going!

Jacqueline, can you take over, please?

Listen to Jacqueline.

- [Jacqueline] Okay.

- [Connie] Mr. Barnaby!

- Miss Connie Bishop.

This is Detective Sergeant Jones.

- Connie, please.

- Beautiful spot.

- Oh, we're very lucky.

The building was donated by
Harold Frobisher 60 years ago.

- [Jacqueline] Keep running on the spot.

- About last night.

- [Tom] Ah.

- I'm afraid I may be wasting your time.

I, I think I must've been dreaming.

- Well, let's hope you were.

Well, better that than having
a real intruder in your house.

- Well, yes, I suppose so.

- But the officers who attended the scene

said you were very sure it wasn't a dream.

- Well, yes, I do remember waking up

and then hearing the noises,

the footsteps on the landing,
the creaking floorboards.

But people do sometimes dream
they've woken up, don't they?

When they are, in fact, still dreaming.

I can't think what else it could've been.

I mean I didn't think
much about it at the time

when Jim said the back door was bolted.

- This Councillor Hanley,

he's also the neighbourhood
watch coordinator.

He was one of the first on the scene.

- And all the windows were closed.

I was leaning out of my bedroom
window, calling for help.

I would've seen anyone escaping
through the front door.

So there couldn't have been anybody there.

- Now listen, I understand
absolutely what you're saying,

but just to be on the safe side,

and for your own peace of mind,

I think you should consider

changing the lock on the front door.

- Really?

- Really, and you mustn't
leave your spare key

under the flower pot.

- Yes, fair enough.

- Now this is my number.

And do not feel embarrassed
to give us a ring

the second you think you've got
another intruder, all right?

There you go.

That should help you sleep more easily.

- You're very kind.

I'm sure there won't be anything.

- Odds are she was imagining it.

But the fact that back door
was locked from the inside

doesn't rule out the possibility

there really was an intruder, does it?

And if there was an intruder,

he could have left by that back door,

come in again with others,

locked the back door from the
inside before anyone saw it

to make it look as if no one
could have left that way.

Hmm, yeah.

- Or just stayed in the house

and pretended to come in with the others?

- Yes, yes, I think we
ought to keep an open mind.

- Yah.

- Chairman of the
Frobisher Night committee?

Never understood why she was
appointed in the first place.

I can't see her running it
for much longer, can you?

Leaning out of windows in the
middle of the night screaming?

- Are you certain there's nothing in it?

- Oh, please, she lives
in an utter fantasy world.

No, allowing her to
continue as Chairperson,

just wouldn't be fair to her.

Quite apart from the charity,

we have to take steps.

And frankly, I'd like to know
what's on her conscience,

because there's something there
causing all the nightmares.

(suspenseful music)

(Connie sighs)

- [Connie] Oh!

(suspenseful music)

(guests chattering)

- [Zukie] Oh, hello,
lovely to see you today.

(guests chattering)

(suspenseful music)

- If it's to do with committee business,

we must wait for Connie.

- If you would just let me--

- And did anyone tell Connie

that the meeting had been brought forward?

- Mrs. Stroud, don't you
think it would be kind

to take a little weight off
Connie's shoulders just now?

(suspenseful music)

I'm just canvassing opinion.

(suspenseful music)

- Mrs. Richardson, Miss Bishop is here.

- Ah, Connie, come in.

Come in, you made it.

How are you feeling?

- Oh, I'm fine.

- Don't look your usual sparkling self.

Are you sure you're feeling up to it?

- What exactly is wrong with
the heating at the hall?

- Good question, and then
there's the leaking roof.

- Zukie's suggesting that we hire

an all weather marquee
for Frobisher Night,

on the green.

- And I really think a
sizable chunk of what we raise

should go towards the new hall this year.

- Do you know how much
all weather marquees cost?

- Oh, don't you worry about that.

- (scoffs) Don't worry about it?

Frobisher Night is about
trying to raise money,

not squander it away
on expensive marquees.

- Now you mustn't get upset.

- I'm not getting upset.

And we've always had
Frobisher Night at the hall.

- Darling, if we want to
attract the kind of people

who are going to bid serious
money at the auctions,

then we've got to
provide the kind of venue

in which they'll feel at home.

Oh dear, you have been
badly shaken, haven't you?

- I'm perfectly fine (crying).

So stupid, I'm sorry.

(Connie grunts)

- Come on.

- Ah, Jenny, tea, perfectly timed.

(Connie grunts)

- It's not about raising
extra cash for good causes.

It's about raising her profile

with the local big wigs, the glitterati.

- That's what ladies who
lunch a lot live for.

- She's right about us needing a new hall.

School gets way, way too
much of the proceeds anyway.

And if we're honest,

there aren't enough children
to even justify it being there.

- The school is the heart of the village.

Those children are the future.

- [Laurence] Feel a song
coming on Jim (chuckles)?

- Oh, you can laugh.

We have to make a stand.

Somebody has to at the end.

- Jim, what is it with him these days?

- I told her we could stump
up the money for the deposit,

but she just wouldn't have it.

She has no vision.

And fewer and fewer
people attend each year.

Why people support her.

- Ah, when you say we can stump up

the money for the deposit?

- Oh, I'm sorry, Babes.

I should've mentioned it, but
I didn't think you'd mind.

It's only a few hundred.

A thou at the most.

Two, you don't mind, do you Howie?

You know how grateful I can be.

- It's not about the money.

It's about everyone taking part, isn't it?

Come on then.

(suspenseful music)

(telephone ringing)

Hello?

No, no, I was just about to go up.

No, everything's fine.

(rain pattering)
(suspenseful music)

- [Sonnyboy] So, tell me a bit
about yourself, Nymphette 73.

- I'm a bit bi, a bit hetero,
a bit of everything really.

- Sounds promising.

- You better believe it, Sonnyboy.

(Sonnyboy snickers)

- No wonder you're always feeling tired.

- Mom!

- Who's that?

- Mom!

Well, thanks a lot.

- You should get out more.

(suspenseful music)

- [Photographer] Nice big smile, please.

Look at the camera, please.

Nice big smile.

(children shouting)

(mysterious music)

(dog barking)

(floorboards creaking)

- Mongo!

(rain pattering)

(thunder crashing)

(floorboards creaking)

(suspenseful music)

Who is it?

Help me please!

(rain pattering)
(officers chattering)

- [Ben] She's certain
she bolted the back door

before she went to bed, this way.

- [Tom] And?

- [Ben] And when she came
down, it was wide open.

- [Connie] He must've got
in when I let Mongo out,

before I locked up.

- You left the door open?

- I let Mongo out.

The phone rang, so I answered it.

I was only gone a minute.

- And you think someone entered
the house during that time?

- That's all I can think of.

- Who was it made the phone call?

- Lettie, Mrs. Stroud.

- Sir.

- Yeah?

- You should see this.

- What is it?

- You stay there.

(suspenseful music)

The blood's hardly congealed.

- It's Councillor Hanley,
the neighbourhood watch guy.

- I noticed that Miss Bishop,
her hair was damp, it was wet.

Did she have a shower?

- Well, we didn't realise there was a body

at the end of the garden, sir.

- We thought she should warm up.

She was muddy and cold
through from the rain.

- Right, get forensics.

- Yes, sir.

- I can't believe it, poor Jim.

- Have you any idea what he
might have been doing there,

in your garden, back of your
house, middle of the night?

- [Connie] (crying) No.

- Is there anything
missing from the house?

- I haven't looked yet.

- [Stephens] I'm afraid
you can't go in there!

- Well, if you would at some point.

- [Mrs. Stroud] Don't be ridiculous.

- [Stephens] Madam!

- Connie.

Oh, you, what is going on?

You poor girl.

Is it true it's Councillor Hanley?

- Yes, it is.

- I knew there was
something wrong, I knew it.

- How did you know?

- He was troubled.

He was very troubled.

I should've taken more
notice, listened to him.

- Sir, Mr. Bullard's here.

- [Tom] Ah.

- She can't stay here.

I'm going to take her back to our house.

She can come with us.

- [Tom] Yes, that's, that's
good, that's very good.

We'll talk again tomorrow, all right?

- Yeah.

- Excuse me.

- Well, Tom, it was a very sharp knife.

Used approximately one
and a half hours ago.

- About the time the intruder
was in Connie's house.

Assuming there was one.

(melancholy music)

- [Mrs. Stroud] I still can't believe

this happened, terrible.

- I see you're looking after Connie's dog.

- (chuckles) We always have
Mongo when Connie's at work.

Home from home, isn't it boy (chuckles)?

He knows us pretty well now.

- Now, Mrs. Stroud, you
said, oh, thank you.

You said last night you thought
Jim Hanley was troubled,

and you felt you should
have listened to him more?

- Yes, it was a conversation
we had in the pub.

- This is the Black Swan?

- Yes, I was talking to him
about the Frobisher committee.

- Ah, Frobisher Night, the
ah, dinner dance thing?

- Yes, and how I wished he
hadn't resigned the chairmanship.

- And then he started talking about?

- Reputations and secrets.

He'd had a few drinks by then,

so I wasn't taking him too seriously.

Something about how sometimes
secrets have to be revealed.

- Go on, Councillor,
get it off your chest.

It's always best you know.

- Easy for you to say.

- Don't be such a drama queen.

- Nah, nah, let the poor
man drown his sorrows.

What're you having, Jim?

- At the time I thought it was just Jim

being his moody old self.

- You knew the Councillor quite well?

- 40 years, I served with
him at the council for 20,

but I don't think I ever
knew him really well.

He was very polite and reasonable,

but there was always something
in reserve, you know?

- Mrs. Stroud, do you know why

Jim Hanley resigned from
the Frobisher committee?

- I know he didn't enjoy
it as much as he used to,

before Zukie and the rest joined.

We had to put up with them,

because Zukie's husband
has been so generous

over the years to the charity.

Poor man, she well and truly
has got her claws into him.

- What about friends and
family of the Councillor?

- Not really, divorced
years ago, no children.

- We were wondering whether

the man I saw outside Connie's house

might have anything to do with it.

- You were the one who saw
this man acting suspiciously?

- Yeah, he rushed off when he saw me.

Otherwise I don't think I'd have noticed.

- So what was he doing?

- It was dark.

I didn't really get a good look,

but it was in almost the same
place Jim Hanley was killed,

so I just wondered.

(children laughing and chattering)

- Okay, that's it, inside!

Thank you.

Hi!

- Hi, I thought I'd just.

I heard about what happened
last night, sounds terrible.

- Wasn't great.

- Anyway, I just wanted to say

if there was anything I could do.

- I wanted to thank you
actually for the other night.

- I was just helping out.

- I don't normally hang out of windows

calling for young men
to come and rescue me.

(Justin chuckles)

I don't know what the women in the village

will be thinking of me.

- Oh well, we've all been there.

I mean, I didn't mean that,

because obviously we,
we haven't, um, yeah.

I think that's my phone.

- Thank you, Justin.

(suspenseful music)

(bell ringing)

- Good morning, I'm Detective
Chief Inspector Barnaby

from Causton CID and this
is Detective Sergeant Jones.

We'd like to talk to
Mrs. Richardson, please.

- [Housekeeper] Come in.

- Thank you.

- [Housekeeper] This way.

- [Zukie] If we get the hall
back in proper condition

it's something the
whole community can use.

- [Howard] Let me think about it.

- [Zukie] We're not talking
about a huge amount of money.

- [Housekeeper] Mrs. Richardson.

- [Zukie] Just a minute.

It's far less than you
donated to the school.

- [Howard] That was money well spent.

- Mrs. Richardson?

- Will you please!

- Inspector Barnaby and Detective ah,

Constable, who, who was it?

- Detective Sergeant Jones.

- This must be about Councillor
Hanley, terrible thing.

Thank you, Jenny.

That'll be all.

- Yes, it is about Councillor Hanley,

and of course we're talking
to everyone that knew him.

- Of course.

Oh, this is my husband, Howard.

- Mr. Richardson.

- Shocking, please.

I really only knew him
from the Committee work.

He seemed a pleasant enough man.

- Um, Mr. Richardson,
did you know him at all?

- Um, nice man, I thought.

I can't imagine he had any enemies.

Wasn't anything to do with
neighbourhood watch, was it?

- We just don't know, sir.

- He was very fond of Connie of course.

- Very fond?

- Well, if I'm brutally honest,

it was bordering on obsession.

Connie didn't mention it?

- How did this, um,
obsession manifest itself?

- Oh, body language.

He couldn't disguise it.

It was very odd.

Still, some people like
needy types, don't they?

- Were you aware of it
sir, this, um, obsession?

- I didn't see much of him
so I couldn't really comment.

There's no question it had
anything to do with Connie?

- We're not ruling anyone out
or in at this moment, sir.

- Where were you both between
11:30 and 12:30 last night?

- I was in bed with my husband.

We went up at about 11, didn't we Howard?

- I came up a bit later.

You were already asleep actually.

It must have been about 11:30.

- [Connie] And 10 times five, William, is?

- [William] 50.

- [Connie] Brilliant, 50.

- Look!

(children laughing loudly)

- Jacqueline, will you take over please.

Listen to Jacqueline.

- Okay, shh.

Next one, who can tell me 11 times five?

- [Boy] Ooh!

(children chattering)

- I was just passing,
and I thought I'd, ah,

drop in and disrupt your class for a bit.

- Well, 10 out of 10.

- No, it's about that
lock you needed changing.

I just wondered whether it's convenient

for me to pop round this
evening to take a look at it?

(suspenseful music)

- I'd say the Councillor

had a bit of a soft spot for Connie,

not sure I'd say he was obsessive.

- What about his relationship
with Zukie Richardson?

- He put up with her.

Like we all do.

God knows what old Howard sees in her.

No fool like an old fool.

- His money inherited?

Oh no, started his own
electronics company, retired now.

- He's involved in a lot
of charities, isn't he?

- Yeah, but under-stated, you know?

Put a shed load into the village school.

They've got the building as
long as they want it now,

all repairs and upkeep taken care of.

- Everything?

- The whole lot.

(birds chirping)

- Good evening.

- I saw you at the school today.

- Really, I didn't have you
down as a curtain twitcher.

- I hope you're not
planning of taking advantage

of Connie's current vulnerable state.

- She's asked me to go and take a look

at her front door locks.

Not that it's any business of yours, mate.

- [Tom] Is there a problem?

- It's laughing boy who's got a problem.

- Okay, just, just don't
take advantage of her.

(Laurence scoffs)

- I'm going round to Connie's
later to sort out her locks.

As I think you suggested.

It's amazing innit?

You try and do your bit to help,

all you get is sculptors abusing ya.

- Keep it civil, gentlemen.

(suspenseful music)

- A planning notice.

(knocking on door)

- Oh, an extension.

- [Connie] You'd need a ladder

to get into the upstairs windows.

- Yeah, it's fairly secluded.

If there was a ladder handy.

- Well, there are window locks.

I think they're okay.

I can get Laurence to have a
look when he does his quote.

- That's a good idea.

What a lovely garden you have.

- Thank you.

- I see you've got a planning
application for an extension.

Would you lose a lot of the garden?

- Quite a bit sadly.

Assuming the permission comes through.

Actually, not sure it will now.

Jim was always positive about
the chances, but as he's gone.

- Was he on the planning committee?

- That's right, I hope that
doesn't make me sound callous.

- No, of course it doesn't.

- I'll miss him.

- [Tom] Hmm.

- Miss Bishop, we have to ask.

Do you have a boyfriend at the moment?

- No, I don't, and to be honest,

I can't really see the relevance.

- We've heard that, um, Councillor Hanley

was interested in you romantically.

- Obsessed was the word used.

- Well, that's ridiculous.

Well, Jim was just a nice man.

We got on well.

We were friends.

- You didn't ever feel
he was attracted to you?

- No, not in that way.

And I think it says more about the people

making the accusation than
the person they're accusing.

I can probably make a wild
stab at who it might have been.

- I think Connie could
do with a bit of company

now that she's back at the cottage.

- That's right, she'll
be getting all spooked

over there on her own.

What about it, Justin?

I'm sure she'd be pleased
with a bit of company.

Play your cards right,

you could get your slippers under the bed,

and get your old house
back into the bargain.

- That's not funny, Vince.

- Why not, we all know how much
you hated selling the place.

You could have your cake and eat it there.

- Oh, I don't think our resident sculptor

would know his cake

if it jumped up and bit him on the snout.

(Imogen giggles)

- Talking of which.

I'm feeling a little bit
peckish myself, evening all.

- How's Connie getting on, do you think?

- Maybe you should ask her yourself,

if you care for her, do you?

- Of course I do.

It's just every time I get near her

I start talking gibberish.

I'm perfectly all right
until I get close to her,

and then some, halfwit
takes control of my brain.

(Imogen giggles)

- Oh dear, you have got
it bad, haven't you.

But you know, it's not
the end of the world.

If someone's fond of you,

they're inclined to put up

with the occasional bouts of drivel.

(Imogen snickers)

- Well, that all seems secure enough.

- When Justin had the house

he made sure they did a good job.

- Well, he may be all right
with household security,

but he's not so hot on manners.

I couldn't believe what he was saying

down at the pub just now.

Well, what did he say?

- Well he was going on about
how keen you were on him.

Gagging for it was the charming
phrase he used (chuckles).

I don't know.

I always thought he was okay,

but that wasn't the
worst of it I'm afraid.

He said he was thinking
about hitching up with you,

because then he might end up
living in his old house again.

Having his cake and eating
it was the way he put it.

Amazing how wrong you can
be about people isn't it?

But then again, maybe it
was just his idea of a joke.

I don't know.

Now this is the lock you want fixed, yeah?

- Yeah.

- [Zukie] The marquee is booked.

- [Jane] Mm.

- It's going to be fabulous.

Oh hello, darling.

- Zukie.

- How lovely to see you.

Coming to Frobisher Night?

- Frobisher Night, when's that?

- Oh, you must come.

It's gonna be totally different this year.

We've got a wonderful all
weather marquee on the green,

fantastic caterers, a top deejay person.

Nothing at all like previous years.

You must come.

- Well, I--

- Leave it with me.

I'll drop the tickets round.

Say no more.

See you there.

- Okay, thanks.

- Zukie, all the tickets are gone.

- I'll sort something out.

She's just the kind of person we need.

(whimsical music)

- [Justin] Morning.

- Oh, absolutely fine.

I'm really enjoying living
in my lovely cottage.

I didn't realise you
liked it quite that much.

- I'm sorry?

- I've never gagged for
anything in my life!

- He was chairperson.

Considered a bit of a tough nut.

It was Councillor Hanley

when it came to planning applications.

Why do you ask?

- Well, I was wondering about the um,

planning application for
Connie Bishop's house?

- Ah, the extension.

- What's the situation there?

- Oh, it has every
chance of going through.

Jim had actually told me, off the record,

that he thoroughly approved.

Connie's sister and the
three children are moving in.

Ah, a bad divorce and it was
all very difficult, I think.

Pretty much homeless.

But Jim was very pleased at the idea

of more children in the village.

Bolster the school numbers.

- We've heard the relation

between Jim Hanley and Connie Bishop

described as an obsession.

- Obsession, no, mildly
infatuated, possibly.

In an older man, younger
woman kind of way,

but he would never have done anything.

(whimsical music)

(knocking on door)

- Oh, Mrs. Richardson.

- Ah, caught you in, excellent.

What a lovely garden you have.

- Oh, thank you, well we
do try to keep it nice.

- Yes um, I wanted to
ask you a favour, Jean.

- Well, if we can help in
anyway, oh, it's Mrs. Richardson.

- Hello there, lovely day.

- Yes, I was wondering about

your tickets for Frobisher Night.

I wondered whether you might
give them up this year?

- Give them up?

Oh, but we go every year.

- Yes, well that's rather the point.

We wondered if you might give

somebody else the chance this time around.

Have you actually ever bought
anything at the auction?

- Ah, we got that sirloin of
beef that time, didn't we, Ted?

- That's right.

- Yes, well a sirloin of beef

isn't really what it's about this year.

We do have some lavish
and extraordinary lots.

So if you don't feel you can
realistically contribute,

you might want to give
somebody else a chance.

Have you got them handy?

(whimsical music)

- Here we are, all done.

- [Connie] Thank you!

- Would you like me to be
a key holder for the spare?

Might be a little bit safer
than where it was before.

Or someone else.

Just don't leave it under the flower pot.

- No, no, you keep it, thanks.

- Trust me, I'm a locksmith.

Hello, hello, it seems a
rather nice little Rioja

has found its way into my
tool box, how extraordinary.

Oh, and there's corkscrew as well.

How about that.

What do you say?

- Do you know I could
just do with a drink?

I'll get the glasses.

(suspenseful music)

(Laurence and Connie laughing)

(wind whooshing)
(mysterious music)

- [Man] Kill him, kill him, kill him.

(rain pattering)

(Connie moaning)

(rain pattering)

(suspenseful music)

- [Laurence] I can't move.

- [Connie] Come on.

- I'll have to stay the night.

- You can't stay the night.

- I can stay the night.

(Connie laughing)

- [Connie] You can't stay the night.

- Well, why not?

The wine was stronger than I thought.

Have mercy on me.

- [Connie] Come on, all right, all right.

You can stay in the summer house.

- Come on then, show me where it is.

(Mongo barking)

(Connie laughing)

(suspenseful music)
(rain pattering)

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God (screaming)!

(telephone ringing)

- Hello.

No, no.

- Well, I'm awake now.

- No, oh, sorry, go on, go on.

- [Dr. Bullard] I hope you
find the killer soon, Tom.

I'm looking forward to
a decent night's sleep.

- I think Mrs. Barnaby
feels the same way too.

- [Dr. Bullard] Okay, from what I can see,

the murder weapon is similar,

or the same as the one
used on Councillor Hanley.

And look at the way he's lying.

It doesn't take much
effort to cut a throat.

- It doesn't look like it
was much of a struggle.

- There was a fair amount of alcohol.

He was probably comatose.

- [Tom] Time of death?

- 1:30, give or take half an hour.

- He'd come over to change the locks,

and then produced a bottle of wine,

and we had a drink or two.

- Why was he in the summer house?

- Well, he said he was
too drunk to get home.

I think he was making
a kind of clumsy play

to stay the night.

I said he couldn't but he could
stay in the summer house so.

- And then?

- And then I went back into
the house and went to bed.

- Why did you go back
out to the summer house

at, ah, what time was it?

- Ah, about what, 2:30.

- At 2:30, why did you go back out there?

- I had a bad dream.

I just woke up feeling a
bit dehydrated, hungover,

and I remembered that Laurence
was in the summer house,

so I went to see if he was still there.

- The weather was foul.

You must have had a very good reason

to go back out to the summer house.

(door thuds)

- I just wanted to see if he was okay.

- Ah, Mrs. Stroud's here
to see Miss Bishop, sir.

- Yeah, ask her to hang
on for a bit, please.

But I think you ought to
stay with Mrs. Stroud, again.

At least until forensics
have finished here.

- Oh, my God.

- What?

- I've just remembered.

Laurence said he knew
who the murderer was.

Oh, my God.

- Well, who was it?

- He didn't say.

He just said he knew who it was.

- Connie, what did he say exactly?

- I'd been going on about

how people in the village
thought I was crazy,

and how half of them probably
thought I'd killed Jim Hanley,

and he said he knew I hadn't.

I said it was sweet of him to say so,

but he couldn't really be sure,

and he got sort of irritated,

and said he knew I hadn't done it,

because he knew who had.

I told him he should tell the police.

I said he could be in danger
if he knew who it was.

And then he said he didn't mean it.

That he'd been joking.

But he know, he wasn't joking.

I, I know he wasn't.

- How did you know?

- Because he asked me not
to mention it to anyone,

and you don't say that
if you've been joking.

- And he gave no clue at all

as to who he thought the murderer was?

- No, no, he didn't.

- Did you tell anyone about this?

Did you make any phone calls?

- No, I've only just remembered myself.

- [Ben] What do you think, sir.

She telling the truth?

- [Tom] You remember Mrs. Stroud going on

about Jim Hanley in the pub,

talking about secrets and reputations?

Well, Laurence was there too,

and I'm wondering if Laurence
got the Councillor to explain

who he was talking about?

(siren wailing)

- The thing I hate most about all of this

is how suspicious it
makes you of everyone.

I just, I can't trust anyone.

Not even sure if I trust myself anymore.

Sometimes I think I'm going mad.

- [Mrs. Stroud] You're
bound to feel a bit wobbly.

- [Connie] I can't
believe what Justin said.

I thought he was okay.

Now I find out he's a
complete, how could he?

- What are you talking about?

- You didn't hear what he said in the pub?

Apparently, he was telling everyone

how he thought he'd get hitched up with me

so he could get his old house back,

and how it would be easy
because I was gagging for it.

- Justin didn't say that.

Who told you?

Was it Laurence?

- He was there.

- I know he was there, so was I.

Laurence and Vince were winding Justin up.

They were the ones who
were talking about him

having his cake and eating it.

Justin was actually defending you.

- [Connie] Defending me?

- Well, of course he was.

Wasn't Justin upset at what Vince said

about getting his shoes
under Connie's bed?

- Yes, he was, definitely.

- See?

- Nice cup of tea?

- [Connie] Oh, thank you.

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

but that swine Laurence

must've been trying to put you off Justin

to give himself a better chance.

Justin loves you.

You must know that.

- He doesn't.

- Of course he does.

He's mad about you.

Isn't he Imogen?

- He is.

- It's just he doesn't have
the courage to tell you.

- I was so rude to him
outside the shop today.

- Oh, he'll get over it.

- Well, what's he gonna
think about last night?

- Talk to him.

Explain what happened.

Everything's going to be alright.

Come on.

- [Ben] So if what Connie said was true,

Laurence may have been killed

to stop him revealing
who the murderer was.

- But why here and why last night?

And how did the killer know

that Laurence would be
here in the summer house

at half past one in the morning, huh?

- Could it have been the lurker, hmm,

from a couple of weeks ago?

Back again, happened to see them?

- Well, if it was the
lurker who was the killer,

that means our besotted
Councillor Jim Hanley was not.

I think it's time to talk to
the wise man of the village.

(horn blowing)

- [Zukie] I'm just relieved we decided

to take over when we did.

Connie's obviously in no
state to do anything now.

- [Jane] We're not
cancelling Frobisher Night?

- Absolutely not,
deposits have been taken.

- [Man] Come on, what're you doing.

- Oh, and I've managed to get commitments

from two more local
celebrities and an honourable.

- Wonderful

- I'll see you.

- [Jane] See you.

- [Man] About time!

(car engines humming)

- [Tom] Do you think, ah, Vince,

that the ah, the lurker,
was someone local?

- It was a bit odd, old Jim
Hanley being found there.

In the same spot where
Imogen saw the Peeping Tom.

- Do you think Jim Hanley was,
you know, that way inclined?

- Well, there were pointed comments

from his wife before they divorced.

She definitely gave the impression

that he was one of life's voyeurs.

- Being a Peeping Tom is
pretty reprehensible behaviour,

but having your throat
cut seems a bit extreme.

- I don't think we should
jump to any conclusions

about the motive just yet.

(suspenseful music)

- I think there's
something you should know.

I'm not saying it was
definitely suspicious,

but it was a bit odd in the circumstances.

- Yes, go on.

- It was yesterday, just here.

I saw Connie talking to
Justin and they had words.

She was very off with him.

Anyway, it was all because
of a lie that Laurence told,

saying Justin was only
interested in Connie,

because he wanted to
get his old house back.

- His old house?

- Yeah, where Connie lives now.

A couple of years ago,

when Justin split up with
Claire, that's his ex,

lovely girl, didn't deserve her.

They had to sell the house
and Connie bought it.

Anyway, I was thinking if Justin found out

what Laurence had been saying about him,

he wouldn't be too pleased.

- No, I was never too keen on Laurence,

but ah, that was not a nice way to go.

Darts team will miss him.

Pushed his luck though, didn't
he, with his womanising.

- Hmm, that's true.

There'll be one or two people
out there with motives.

Not mentioning any names.

- Yeah, but he's got to be on
their list though, hasn't he?

What with him being so smitten by Connie,

and Laurence trying to
muscle in on the two of them.

I'm not saying he's the
murdering kind of course.

- That's very decent of
you, Vince, thank you.

- Mind you, I'm not so
sure you could say the same

about the subject of his affections.

Definitely a troubled soul, our Connie.

What with her nightmares and sleepwalking

and screams in the middle of the night.

Who knows what's going on
inside that pretty head of hers.

- Connie is one of the gentlest
people I have ever met.

- Absolutely, lovely person.

- I'm sure you're right,

but it's worth bearing in mind,

that anyone who's shown any
amorous interest in her so far

has ended up with their throat cut.

- I'm going off this pub.

- Oh, I thought I might find you here.

- Oh sorry, do you want to go in?

- Actually Justin, it was
you I wanted to talk to.

- Oh, ah, shall we.

So, ah, how have you
been getting on going?

- Well, I'm staying at
Mrs. Stroud's tonight,

but it's not ideal.

I've decided to go back
to the cottage tomorrow.

The police should be pretty
much finished by then.

- Are sure you'll be all
right there on your own?

- Well, that's why I
wanted to talk to you.

You know you said if there was anything

you could do for me to just ask.

- Yeah.

- I wondered if you might
come over for supper tomorrow?

I think I'm going to find
the evenings a bit difficult,

and I could do with the company.

If, if you're not doing anything.

- No, no, of course, um, I'd love to.

- Oh, great, about 7:30?

- Great.

- See you then.

(glasses clinking)

- And the entrance here, I think.

Excellent, good.

Excuse me.

I think it's going to be fabulous.

Let's just pray there
isn't another murder.

- Oh, they say bad things come in threes.

- You know Jane, sometimes
you can be very negative.

(horn blowing)

Not there!

- I didn't particularly like Laurence.

That's not true, I
positively disliked him.

- [Tom] Ah, and why is that?

- He's a liar, full of himself, rude.

The list goes on.

- And you didn't like
him flirting with Connie?

- She'd have more sense

than to have anything to do with him.

- How long have you known Connie?

- Um, I met her the first time

when I was showing her around the cottage.

- You lived there with
your ex-wife, didn't you?

- Girlfriend.

- What happened there?

- She walked out on me.

Um, she needed her half of
the house, so we had to sell.

I'm not a wealthy man.

- Well, we'll need her contact details

in case we need to get in touch.

- Well, she's quite good
friends with Imogen.

You could try her.

- Imogen Stroud?

- Used to say they were going
to yoga classes in Causton,

then they'd go out on the pull together.

I'm not sure which one's worse.

(suspenseful music)

- Pretty weird wanting the house.

With all the bad memories
of a broken relationship,

you'd think he'd want a
fresh start somewhere else.

Mind you, it's pretty odd

Connie wanting to move back in so soon.

- [Tom] Well people can
be funny about houses.

- I'd like to hear the ex-girlfriend's

side of things anyway.

- Oh, Claire?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, check up on her will you?

See if she really has sunk without trace.

- Yes, sir.

- [Jane] Chief Inspector.

- [Tom] Mrs. Menzies.

- Terrible thing about the murders.

Are there any developments at all?

- We're working on it.

The show must go on, must it?

- Frobisher Night has
never been cancelled.

The good causes do rely on us,

and well, there's just too much invested.

- [Tom] Very expensive, is it?

- Howard Richardson's
guaranteeing the fee.

- Ah, the millionaire benefactor.

- Yes, though I'm not sure quite how many

of his millions he has now.

Well, some trophy wives are just

more high maintenance than others.

- [Imogen] There we are.

Thanks very much.

- [Shopper] Thank you.

- Oh, what can I do for you?

- Justin's ex-girlfriend, Claire Cooper.

Do you know how we can get hold of her?

- No, I've no idea.

- Well, he said you knew her quite well.

- Well, not that well.

We used to go to yoga classes together.

I don't understand why you're asking.

- Oh, just general background, you know.

What was their relationship like?

- Not great, they went out with each other

for a couple of years,

bought the cottage together

and then they just drifted apart.

- Do you know why?

- Well, they were never very well suited.

- Do you know if she kept in touch

with anyone in the village?

- I don't know.

I haven't heard it mentioned.

(woman screaming)

- [Man] Drop it, Fergie, drop it.

- [Woman] Leaves!

- Oh, my God.

- She just went in to that
tangle and came out with it.

(crown murmuring)

- Looks like the murder weapon, sir.

- George, what do you think?

- It certainly could be the weapon used.

It looks sharp enough.

- I know we can't afford very much,

but we've been going to
Frobisher Night for 50 years.

And Peggy and June,

well they've been going
nearly that long as well.

- She asked for their tickets back too?

- Didn't you know?

- No, I did not.

How dare you!

Those people have been the life blood

of Frobisher Night for 50 years,

and you come in and tell them
to give up their tickets?

- My Dear, I think your
judgement is a bit clouded.

It's all about raising
money for good causes.

I'm afraid your friends just don't have

that much money to give.

- It's about the community contributing.

They look forward to it all year.

- We're going to raise much
more than previous years.

- Well, I won't be there.

I've already given my
tickets to the Fullers.

I want no part of it.

- Have you heard they
found the murder weapon?

(suspenseful music)

(dog barking)

(whimsical music)

(knocking on door)

- [Justin] Hi.

- Come in.

- I, I, I brought you some flowers.

- They're beautiful, thank you.

Ah, I'm sorry.

Look at me.

I'm really glad to see you.

Oh, what a day I've had.

That Zukie Richardson, honestly.

- What happened?

- Oh, I don't want to talk about it.

I just want to forget
about her and enjoy myself.

She won't be ruining this evening.

Come on, let's get some
water for these flowers.

- [Justin] All right then.

- [Ben] Good night.

- You know the first
time that sleepwalking

was used as a defence at a murder trial

was Massachusetts, USA, 1846,

when a certain Albert Tirrell was charged

with murdering a, a lady of the night,

having set fire to her brothel.

Huh, he got off scot free.

- Be different if he'd
set fire to a nunnery.

- Oh, so young and so cynical.

Have you found Justin's ex-girlfriend?

- Not a trace, no.

- Oh well, it can wait until the morning.

Well, I've had enough, I'm off.

Catch up on some sleep.

You did check missing persons, didn't you?

- Yes, sir, I can't find any record of her

since she split up with Justin.

- All right, I'll see you in the morning.

- Good night, sir.

(suspenseful music)

(Connie and Justin laughing)

- Two extra bedrooms and a bathroom,

and downstairs it will be

a nice roomy kitchen diner and a snug.

- Wow, it looks very good.

- What a fantastic evening.

I've really enjoyed it.

- Me too.

(Justin chuckles)

Look at the time.

Um, I should be going.

- It's been really nice
having you here, Justin.

Someone I can trust.

Does that sound odd?

- No, no, not at all.

- There's a bed made up in the spare room.

How would you feel
about staying the night?

It's just, it's my first
night back in the house,

and it would be really reassuring

to have someone here with me.

- Of course.

- I mean if you have to get back.

- No, no, um, I, I'd be happy to stay.

- Fantastic.

(Justin chuckles)

- Sometimes bed is just
the best place to be.

- If you're allowed to get some sleep.

Well, tonight I have taken precautions.

What?

Very funny.

(suspenseful music)

(floorboards creaking)
(suspenseful music)

(doorknob clicking)

(suspenseful music)

- Connie?

Connie, are you awake?

(Connie moaning)

Perhaps you should wake up now?

(Connie giggling)

Connie?

Connie, don't you think you
better wake up now, Connie?

Connie!

(Connie grunting)

Connie, Connie, Connie!

(Connie screaming)

- Oh, here we go again.

(pounding on door)

Open up!

- [Imogen] Open up.

- [Vince] Open up!

It's all right.

You're all right, you're all right.

- [Imogen] Shh, shh, shh.

(Connie sobbing)

- Justin!

(Justin sighs)

- Yeah?

(telephone ringing)

- Aren't you going to answer it?

- [Tom] I thought you
were wearing earplugs.

- I didn't like them.

You can't hear anything.

He's claiming Connie was sleepwalking,

came into his room and
got into bed with him.

- [Tom] About the injuries, huh?

- Uh, I was trying to hold her off.

- [Vince] Of course you were.

- [Tom] Shh, shh, shh, shh.

- She was getting quite,
well, amorous in her sleep.

- Poor you.

- Be quiet please.

- I didn't think it would
have been a very good start

to the physical aspect to our relationship

if she woke up mid session, so to speak.

- Let go.

I'm so sorry, oh, Justin.

It's me you should be arresting.

Can we talk, please?

- Yes.

- I'm the one who should be locked up,

for my sake and for everyone else's.

- No, look, you were sleepwalking.

You woke up in what you thought

was a threatening situation
and you lashed out.

I do not think that is
an imprisonable offence.

- But you don't, you don't
know what you've done

when you've been sleepwalking, do you?

And you don't always know whether or not

you've been sleepwalking when you wake up.

- You're talking about
the murders aren't you?

- You know I said I had a dream

the night Laurence was killed?

Well, I didn't tell you everything.

When I looked down at
my hand in the dream,

I was holding a knife,

and I heard a voice inside my head

saying kill him over and over.

And the night Jim Hanley died

and I found the back door open,

I think there were muddy
boot print by the back door,

my sort of size, and they got smeared

with all the coming and going
of the police and everything,

but I don't know how they got there.

I know I should've mentioned
it before, I'm sorry.

- So you think you put on
your boots in your sleep,

went outside, killed
someone in your sleep?

- Homicidal somnambulism.

I don't believe in that Connie,

and I don't believe you should either,

but were there any traces of blood on you,

on your hands or anywhere?

- I had a shower.

- Oh, yeah.

- I didn't do it on purpose or anything.

I was just all muddy and
wet and I needed to warm up.

Any traces of blood would have
been washed away (crying).

- No, no, no, no, no!

(body crashing)

- [Joyce] The words bull and
china shop spring to mind.

- [Tom] Oh, are you awake, love?

- [Joyce] What happened?

- This case, Joyce, is taking
a turn towards the bizarre.

Connie Bishop says that she maybe the one

who slit the throats of our two
murder victims in her sleep.

- What on earth put that
idea in to her head?

- Well, she says she's
a regular sleepwalker,

and she had a dream on the
night of the second murder

where she's holding this knife

while a voice inside her head

kept saying ,"Kill him, kill him".

I can't believe that Connie
Bishop is our killer, can you?

Anyway, she wanted to be locked up

prison cell for the night

for her own protection and
everyone else's, she said.

So that's what we've done.

To err on the side of caution.

Do you want to turn out the light?

- Oh, I'm really going
to drop off easily now.

- Of course, sleepwalking can be used

as a valid defence
against a murder charge.

- Don't tempt me.

(whimsical music)

- Think how many wheels on
meals this would pay for, hmm.

Oh, and carpet (chuckles).

Two tickets and you're welcome to them.

- Oh, that is so kind of you.

We ought to fit in the Monroe's after all.

You must know them.

She's the model.

He's the famous divorce lawyer.

- Yes, I do.

A couple of social climbing nonentities.

But I'm sure you'll get along swimmingly.

(whimsical music)

Shop.

- Yep, yep.

(whimsical music)

- [Ben] See you later.

- [Tom] You released Connie?

- Well, she was talking about

booking in for another night tonight

so I said we'd play it by ear.

Got a bit of interesting
news for you though, sir.

- [Tom] Hmm?

- I've just been talking

to Justin's ex, Claire, on the phone.

Apparently Imogen contacted
her after we'd seen her

and explained how we're
trying to get hold of her.

- So they did keep in touch.

- Yeah, anyway, Claire says Justin

wasn't violent at all
during their relationship.

If anything he was too nice.

- So there goes your body
under the patio theory.

- Yeah.

- But there is something,
something about this house.

It all revolves around
this house, come on.

Murder one on the pathway at
the bottom of Connie's garden.

Murder two in the summer
house, Laurence's death.

Let's assume for a moment, shall we,

that Connie was telling us the truth.

Laurence told Connie that he knew

the identity of the murderer,

but he didn't tell her the name.

She told him to tell the police

because knowing the
identity of the murderer

meant that he might be in danger
himself from the murderer.

But Laurence said that the murderer

didn't know that he knew.

- Perhaps Laurence was
blackmailing them, anonymously?

- Yeah, yes and that's
probably the best explanation

for why he didn't tell the police,

and then he's killed,
murdered in his sleep,

cold blooded, premeditated murder.

As if whoever did it

wanted to prevent their
identity from being revealed,

or, or you know just to
get shot of a blackmailer.

But how or when did they
realise it was Laurence?

Laurence was virtually passing out

by the time Connie put him
to bed in the summer house.

He couldn't have talked to anyone.

And Connie said that she didn't either.

- So the murderer must have known

Laurence knew who they were.

Which also means the
murderer would have known

it was Laurence was blackmailing them.

- Yeah, but why wait until Laurence

comes up here to Connie's cottage, hey?

I mean wouldn't that make it more risky?

I mean why not kill him
as soon as they knew?

- Yeah.

(telephone ringing)

Hello?

It's voice mail.

Forensics want me to give them a call?

- Oh, yes.

- Bit quick for a result on the blood.

(floorboards creaking)

(suspenseful music)

- I was holding a knife,

and I heard a voice inside
my head saying kill him.

- What on earth put
that idea into her head?

- Well, she's a regular sleep walker.

(suspenseful music)

- Footsteps on the landing,
creaking floorboards,

but people sometimes do dream
they've woken up, don't they?

And they are still dreaming.

I can't think what else
it could have been.

(suspenseful music)

- Bit of a shocker, sir.

- Yeah?

- They haven't got a
match on the blood yet,

but they managed to get a partial print

off the knife handle.

It's Connie Bishop's.

- Definite match?

- Well, it looks like she's tried

to wipe it clean and missed a bit.

- So if the blood matches the
victims, Connie is our killer.

- So what's going on, sir?

Was she genuinely sleepwalking

and didn't know what she was doing?

Or was it all a double bluff

and she was compos mentis all the time?

- That is a very good question, Jones.

(radio buzzing)

- We are in a different venue tonight,

as I am sure you will all have realised.

It was the idea and the inspiration

of a wonderful human being.

- Here, here.

- Who I happen to know rather well.

- That's much better,
understated like that.

- (chuckles) Yeah.

- You're on better form this evening.

- Yeah, I think everything's
going to turn out all right.

- Of course it will (clicks tongue).

- We've got so many of the same CDs.

Thank you.

- You know you can stay here if you want.

- After what happened?

- Well, I might have to tie
you down to the bed but.

(Connie chuckles)

I mean, I didn't mean.

- I know what you meant.

(whimsical music)
(guest chattering)

- Bloody people.

(whimsical music)
(guest chattering)

- Well, he said he'd be here.

(whimsical music)
(guest chattering)

- Come on!

Follow me.

- Yes, sir.

(whimsical music)
(guest chattering)

What about Connie's
fingerprints on the knife?

- Oh, if the killer could get into

Connie's cottage while she was asleep,

he could have pressed the
knife handle onto her fingers.

She'd been drinking, had a bottle or two.

The killer knew that, knew
she wouldn't wake up easily.

Could even have triggered the dream, huh?

(equipment beeping)

I didn't mention it earlier,

because I thought the killer might,

you know, be listening in.

Didn't see any harm in suggesting

that Connie was our chief suspect.

Lull him in to a false sense of security.

- But if it wasn't Connie,

how did the murderer get into the cottage

after killing Laurence?

She'd just had her locks changed.

- I've spoken to Connie.

Apparently she gave the spare key

to Laurence for safe keeping.

But I've also spoken to Georgie Bullard.

No sign of any key on the body.

I think the killer took the
key to get into this house.

- Ah.

- I believe our murderer was listening in

when Laurence volunteered
to become a key holder.

- Trust me, I'm a locksmith.

- So he knew that Laurence
would have it with him

in the summer house.

- That's interesting.

It's not just a listening device.

Someone's transmitting to here as well.

Connected to the amplifier
and the speakers.

- Better check the
radios upstairs as well.

- The on-off switch has been circumvented.

- So you can turn it on remotely?

- Looks like it.

- [Tom] Hmm.

- [Deejay] Ladies and gentleman,

can you all take your seats, please?

(whimsical music)
(guest chattering)

(suspenseful music)

(door thuds)

(suspenseful music)

- Okay, you can listen or
play back recorded sounds,

or speak directly into the microphone.

- Kill him, kill him, kill him.

- It's quite effective.

If you were half asleep you
might think it was in your head.

- Right, creaking floorboards

and footsteps from the spare room, please.

(floorboards creaking)
(heels thudding)

- Well, I'd be reaching
for the baseball bat.

Fooled me!

(guests laughing and chattering)

(suspenseful music)

- And this is his trading software.

Spread betting account and
he's not doing too well.

- [Tom] No, he's not.

(computer beeping)

(guests chattering)

- I think it's time now darling.

Have you turned that off?

- I think you may have just lost

your element of surprise, sir.

(glass clinking)

(guest applauding)

(suspenseful music)

(telephone ringing)

- [Mrs. Stroud] I'm sorry to
trouble you, darling girl,

but I think Zukie's Frobisher
Night is about to be kiboshed.

- I, ah...

(guest chattering)

I...

I have a confession to make.

- [Woman] He's not the murderer, is he?

(guests laughing)

- I'd just like to make it clear that.

I'd like to make it
clear that my dear Zukie

had nothing to do with any of it.

- Howard, just do the speech we agreed?

- I shall miss you.

- Mr. Barnaby?

- I'm sorry.

- Howard Richardson, I'm arresting you

for the murders of Jim
Hanley and Laurence Mann.

- No!

- You do not have to say anything--

- Stop it.

- But it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned,

something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.

Thank you, Sergeant.

- Come with us, please, sir.

- What, no, I, I can't, what?

- I'm afraid I'm leaving you

with one or two money problems as well.

They'll be coming for
the house keys any day.

- Oh.

- [Connie] Howard?

- Connie.

Connie, why were you so stubborn

about keeping the school open?

- This is about the school?

- Yes, Howard wanted the school to close

so the ownership would revert to him.

Those were the terms of the covenant.

It was worth a great deal of
money, and Howard needed it.

- So all that stuff about
supporting the school.

- I'd like to go now, please.

(Zukie gasping and crying)

(guest murmuring)

- You know, as a cabaret,

I think we're going to have
trouble topping this next year.

(guests chattering)

- So Frobisher Night finished early.

- No, no, it all went on.

There was a bidding frenzy I'm told.

They had a record night and
we got a full confession.

- Why did he kill Councillor Hanley?

- Ah, well, that all kicked off

when Howard failed to
blackmail our Mr. Hanley.

- [Joyce] Are you gonna get the light?

- What, oh yeah.

Which is ironic,

because Howard himself
was blackmailed later on.

Jim Hanley you see was the Peeping Tom,

and Howard caught him in the act.

- Having fun?

(camera shutter clicking)

(dog whimpers)

- Howard knew that if the council

granted Connie planning
permission for the extension,

and Connie's sister moved
back in with her three kids,

then that school could go on
for one, two years at least.

But Howard needed that school to fail,

so he'd get back possession
of the building and sell it.

But the good Councillor
was not for bribing.

- I've decided to grant
planning permission,

so you can do your worst.

And if you decide to tell
people what you saw that night,

I shall tell them that you
tried to, to, to blackmail me.

Which won't do your
reputation much good either.

It's up to you.

- Well, it's all sort
of academic now, anyway.

She doesn't want you to
grant planning permission.

- What are you talking about?

- She's decided she can't face the thought

of her sister and all the
children coming to stay.

But she wants it to
look as if she's tried,

so as not to upset her sister.

- I don't believe you.

- Well, look, why don't
we go and ask her, hmm?

Get it from the horse's mouth.

She'll still be up.

I only spoke to her five minutes ago.

Give me a moment.

I'll just get a jacket.

- And he took the Councillor
to Connie's cottage

to make it look as though
Connie was involved?

- Initially it was to get
him away from his own house.

That's what he said.

But when he saw Connie go to
the back door of her cottage

to let the dog out,

he thought ah, I'll
take advantage of that.

(Jim gasps)

He said it was an opportunity
he could not refuse.

So he nipped inside, he hid,
waited for Connie to go to bed

and then using her boots,

he put her muddy footprints
by the back door.

- And what about the builder, Laurence?

- Laurence, huh, well
when Howard found out

that it was Laurence
knew he was the murderer

and was blackmailing him to boot.

Howard had no choice.

(suspenseful music)

Then all Howard had to do

was to put Connie's finger prints

on the end of the knife,

and leave that knife somewhere

where it could easily be found,

as indeed it was by the little dog.

- And he put all those
transmitters and things in himself?

- Yes, he did.

Electrical engineer.

Boffin par excellence apparently.

- You can't trust anyone.

- No, you can't.

Well, we can hope we can get a
decent night's sleep tonight.

- I wouldn't count on it.

(mysterious music)