All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S13E01 - The Made to Measure Murders

(metal scraping)

(foreboding music)

- They're bleeding me dry.

You're bleeding me dry!

You hear me?

(foreboding music)

(gasping)
(dramatic music)

(yelling)

(yelling)

Help.

Help.

Help.

(instrumental music)

(engine humming)

(engine humming)

(engine humming)

- Morris Bingham was in
the shop yesterday, mum.

He was asking after you.

- Hey.

- Don't you know what today is?

- No.

What?

It's two years today since
your father passed away,

so show some respect.

- Okay, okay.

- Time we were opening the shop anyway.

- Drop me off at the church, would you?

- Somebody told me that the vicar

started to hear confession.

- Confession?

That's a Catholic thing,
isn't it, Uncle Matthew?

- It's not unheard of in the C of E,

but I'm sure your mother
wouldn't have anything

to do with it, would you, Sonia?

- I wouldn't confess the time
of day to Archie Moreland.

- That is enough, Luke.

The vicar has been a great comfort

to me since your (crying),

since your father died.

(crying)

- I'm sorry, mum.

I'm sorry.

(solemn music)

- Morning, Beatrice.

- Morning.

Where's Sonia?

- We dropped her off at the church.

What in God's name is that?

- You said I could dress
one of the windows.

- But it, it's horrible.

- We sold three pairs
of those jeans last week

at 150 quid each.

- 150 pounds for jeans
that are already worn out?

I just don't get it.

- The peace of God which
passeth all understanding

keep our hearts and minds I
the knowledge and love of God,

and of his only son,
Jesus Christ, our Lord,

and the blessing of God Almighty,

and the Father, the
Son, and the Holy Ghost

be amongst us and remain with us always.

Amen.

- Amen.

- Mrs. Woodley.

- I'm sorry, father.

- You must trust in God
to give you strength

so that you can embrace life again.

That's what Gerald
would've wanted, I'm sure.

- It's these terrible feelings of guilt.

- You're a good and loving wife.

You have nothing to feel guilty about.

- Oh, but I have.

- Sonia, you know that I can offer you

the sacrament of confession, if you wish.

- It's difficult, Father.

The truth is--

- Oh.
(books slamming)

Sorry.

Sorry, just sorting out the prayer books.

- It's all right, Mrs. Minchin.

Carry on, Mrs. Woodley.

- No, thank you, it's all right.

I have to get back to the shop anyway.

Thank you, Father.

(solemn music)

Wendy, will you be at home this evening?

- Yes, of course, dear.

Why?

- I must talk to you.

- Sonia, love, are you all right?

- Well, no, not really.

I'll see you later.

(slow instrumental music)

(bell ringing)

- Morning, Sonia.

Morning, Luke.

- Morning, Morris.

- Morning, Mr. Bingham.

- How many times?

It's Morris, please?

Your mother's a stubborn woman.

- Tell me about it.

It's two years ago today
since dad, you know?

- Ah.

No sign of my tweed, I suppose?

- Afraid not, Morris.

Next week, maybe.

(bell ringing)

Morning, Mrs. Barnaby.

- Morning, Luke.

I was wondering if Matthew
could do an alteration for me.

- He's in the workshop, if
you'd like to go through.

- I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

Morris Bingham.

- I'm Joyce Barnaby.

- Lovely to meet a new face.

I've been living in Milton
Cross for five years,

and the natives still
aren't talking to me.

Isn't that right, Sonia? (laughs)

See what I mean?

Allow me to escort you through
to the nerve centre, Joyce.

- Thank you.

- I own the garden centre
on the Causton Road,

and a couple of properties in the village.

Not exactly an empire,
but we're working on it.

Ah, here we are.

Holy of holies, the inner sanctum.

Morning, Matthew.

Morning, Beatrice.

- Morning, Morris.

Mrs. Barnaby.

What can we do for you?

- I found this in the
vintage shop in Causton.

It was only 20 quid, but
it's a bit big for me.

What do you think?

- [Beatrice] It's a great coat.

Perfect colouring for you.

- Oh.

Fantastic material.

- Ah, that's the Milton check.

- For use by family and tenants only.

Excuse me while I tug my forelock.

- His own check?

Gosh.

- Ah, but he's not the only one.

Feast your eyes on this.

The Bingham tweed,
designed by yours truly.

We're awaiting delivery
of the first batch.

- It's...

It's very striking.

- For my use only, but I
should be honoured, dear lady,

to grant you special licence
to wear the Bingham tweed.

- How kind.

(laughing)

- This is more your sort
of thing, Mrs. Barnaby.

I found it in the basement.

Must be 70 or 80 years old.

- It's absolutely gorgeous.

- We could make you a lovely top coat.

- Double-breasted, maybe?

- My husband would have kittens.

- Well, this might be your
last chance, Mrs. Barnaby.

Our lease is about to run out,

and we may not be able to renew it.

- Matthew, Mr. Milton's here.

- Speak of the devil.

Milton.

- [Matthew] Come in, Mr. Milton.

- Morning.

- Matthew here was just
telling us about his lease.

- Morris, please.

- You're not really gonna
boot them out, are you?

- Not if I could help it, no.

The Milton Estate is a business
like any other, Morris.

You should understand that.

Doubt that we've met.

- Ah, Joyce.

Allow me to introduce Edward Milton,

lord and master of all he surveys.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- Except me, of course.

And you, come to think of it.

Joyce lives in Causton.

- Ah, I thought I hadn't
seen you in church.

(bell ringing)

- You probably go to St. Botolph's.

Lovely church, lovely vicar.

- Quarter of an inch off the sleeves?

- Yes, at least.

- We're not regular churchgoers.

- Come to St. Chad's one Sunday.

- Ticket pocket, Mr. Milton?

- No, no, thank you, Matthew.

We have a thriving congregation.

- She's a nonbeliever.

Leave her alone.

Yeah, Milton.

What do you think about this?

The Bingham tweed.

Not bad, eh?

Makes yours look a tad
dreary, don't you think?

- I hope you're not gonna
shoot in that, Morris.

You'll scare the birds to death.

- [Gary] Oh, get off!

- Matthew, come quickly.

(yelling)

- What the hell's going on?

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, get off, get off!

(yelling)

- [Matthew] Hey, hey, hey, hey!

(yelling)

- Calm down!

- He tried to nick some trainers.

- I was having a look, that's all!

- You were trying to steal them!

- That's enough, Gary.

- I just wanted to try
them on, that's all.

- You were going to run
out of the shop with them!

Matthew, call the police.

- Let's not be too hasty.

Gary's father works with
me at the Home Farm.

Doesn't his mother work for you, Matthew?

- Katie does some sewing for me, yes.

- Well, I think we can deal with this

without involving the police.

- It's not the first time

that he has caused trouble in here.

- Let's exercise a little
Christian charity, shall we?

Give the lad a chance.

- Whatever you say, Mr. Milton.

All right, but I won't
have him in the shop again.

- That's fair enough, Mrs. Woodley.

And I'll have a word with his parents.

All right, Gary, you can go.

- Thanks, Mr. Milton.

- Now, thank you for your patience.

I'll make sure he won't
cause any more trouble.

- Any decision on our
lease yet, Mr. Milton?

- Soon, Matthew.

Soon.

well, I'll see you all
in church on Sunday.

- Well, in fact, he
owns the whole village,

bar the house that this
Bingham chap lives in.

So, when he asked them to let the boy go,

well, naturally, they
all went along with it.

- Hmm.

Self-policing, I'm all for that.

- It's a bit feudal, isn't it?

The lord of the manor
dispensing justice, and so on.

Matthew Woodley showed me a lovely tweed.

- [Barnaby] Hmm.

- Offered to make me an overcoat.

- Make you a coat?

That sounds horribly expensive.

Anyway, what's wrong
with the coat you've got?

Quite like that coat.

- I bet you can't even
remember what colour it is.

- I can, it's brown.

Blue.

Browny-blue.

- It's grey, and it's almost
as knackered as this shirt.

- Browny-blue, grey, it's the same thing.

(door slamming)

- That's me done for the day.

I'll be home later.

- Hello, Katie.

- I'm so sorry about
what happened with Gary.

It won't happen again.

- Well, it had better not,
because next time I'll kill him.

- All right, Luke.

It's okay, but I'd prefer
it if he stayed away

from the shop from now on.

- We'll make sure he does.

Matthew, I hate to ask, but
is there any work for me?

- The suit needs finishing.

You could take it now.

- Fantastic.

Thanks.

(expectant music)

- [Female] And are evident
in many urban locations.

They are the most devoted of creatures--

- [Wendy] Trevor.

- [Female] They have a
reputation for being--

- Take yourself off to the pub.

I want to talk to Sonia.

- Okay.

- What is it, Sonia, love?

- I don't know where to begin.

(foreboding music)

(guns firing)

(suspenseful music)

(laughing)

(crying)

(sombre music)

- Sonia?

Go and start the car.

Sonia?

I wish you'd talk to me.

- I can't.

- If it's about Gerald,

Gerald was my brother.

I know what he was like.

He was a bully.

His time had come, and
there was nothing that you,

or I, or anybody could do to help him.

Anyway, it's not just Gerald.

- What is it, then?

I don't understand.

I don't want to talk about it.

- I'd do anything to help you, Sonia.

Anything to make you happy.

- We're going to be late for church.

- We acknowledge and bewail our
manifold sins and wickedness

which we from time to time
have most grievously committed

by thought, word, and deed
against thy divine majesty.

Provoking most justly thy
indignation and wrath against us.

We do earnestly repent
and are heartily sorry

for these our misdoings.

The remembrance of them
is grievous unto us.

The burden of them is intolerable.

(sombre music)

Body of Christ.

- Amen.

- [Reverend] Body of Christ.

- Amen.

- [Reverend] Body of Christ.

- Amen.

- [Reverend] Body of Christ.

- I can't.

Oh. (crying)

(bells chiming)

- Hello.

- [Katie] It was lovely.

- Good.

- [Reverend] Hello.

- Morning, Derek.

- Mr. Milton.

- Katie.

Hello, Gary.

Behaving yourself?

- Yeah.

- Good.

- Mrs. Woodley.

Why didn't you take communion?

- I think I'm ready to
talk to you now, Father.

- Very well.

Come to me after Evensong.

(sombre music)

- Not still mourning that
brute of a husband, is she?

If it were me, I'd be dancing
cartwheels on his grave.

- Well, I'm off to meet
Beatrice at the pub.

Do you fancy a pint, Uncle Matthew?

- No thanks.

I'm off to the Sopers'.

See if Katie's finished that suit.

- I'll see you all later, then.

See you, mum!

- Did I hear you say
you were going to meet

the vicar this evening?

- What if I am?

- Sonia, please be careful what you say.

- Matthew, whatever said in
confession is confidential.

- Confession?

For crying out loud, what's got into you?

- I know you only go to church

because you want to keep
in with Edward Milton.

- I don't want us to lose the shop!

- While I go because I believe,

and my conscience is not clear, Matthew!

(solemn music)

(laughing)

- Same again?

- No, thanks.

I'm tired.

I think I'll go home.

- Well, I'll come with you.

- Not tonight, Luke.

- Please, Bea.

They're doing my head in at home.

- I told you, I'm tired.

- What sort of relationship
is this, anyway?

- The kind where I don't have
to spend the night with you

if I don't feel like it.

- [Matthew] Evening, Derek.

Is Katie in?

- She's gone out.

- She was finishing a suit for me.

I don't suppose you know if it's ready.

- Couldn't say, Matthew, sorry.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's just, you know, thinking
about our redundancies.

Any news on the lease?

- No, like you.

Just waiting.

Ah, well.

(expectant music)

(gate creaking)

(gate creaking)

(suspenseful music)

(sombre music)

- [George] She took a
hefty blow to the head

and was stabbed in the back.

Probably in that order.

But we won't know for sure 'til later.

- Time of death?

- Between nine and midnight
last night, I'd say.

- What do you think, sir?

A mugging gone wrong?

- It could be.

No credit cards.

On the other hand, look
at that note there.

Who found her?

- The vicar, sir.

He's waiting for you in the vestry.

- Yeah, well, when we've finished here.

- The victim's name is Sonia Woodley.

She lives here in Milton Cross.

- Yeah.

Family?

- She's a widow.

She lives with her son and brother-in-law.

- I expected Mrs. Woodley
last night after Evensong.

I waited for an hour, and then
I walked home to the rectory.

I must've walked right by her.

- And you found the body this morning?

- Yes, on my way to open the
church for morning prayers.

- You say you were expecting Mrs. Woodley?

- Yes, I was. Yes.

- May I ask what for?

- Mrs. Woodley had expressed a desire

to make a private confession.

- Confession?

Aren't you C of E here?

- The sacrament of confession
is part of the Anglican faith.

- You're high church, aren't you?

I thought I smelled incense.

- We observe some of the
traditional forms of worship, yes.

- When Mrs. Woodley
didn't turn up last night,

were you concerned?

- No, to be honest, no.

It wouldn't have been
the first time she was,

well, how shall I put it?

She was somewhat conflicted
about the whole thing.

- Any idea what was on her mind, sir?

- No, not really.

No.

Her husband died two years ago.

I don't think I'd be betraying her trust

if I was to say that she
took his death very badly.

- Well, that is understandable,

but why would that involve
making a confession?

- Grieving is a complicated
business, inspector.

- Sir.

- Inspector Barnaby and
Sergeant Jones, isn't it?

- [Barnaby] Yes, sir.

- Edward Milton.

I've heard good things about you

from Colin, Chief Constable.

This is a terrible business.

I knew Mrs. Woodley well.

- [Barnaby] Did you, sir?

- Yes, she was a tenant of mine.

- Tenant?

- Yes, I own the Milton Estate,
which includes the village.

And well, the church, actually.

We're a tight-knit community.

This will hit us hard.

So, if there's anything I can do to help.

- Well, thank you for that, sir.

We'll bear that in mind.

Thank you.

Ah, no, but while you're there,

when did you last see Mrs. Woodley?

- In church yesterday morning.

It's funny, she was--

- She was what, sir?

- [Officer] Ah, yeah, roger that.

- She seemed out of sorts.

She came to the altar rail,
but didn't take communion.

I'm sure it was nothing.

- Oh.

Well, thank you for that.

- He owns the church and the village.

- Don't be envious, Jones.

Right, it's next of kin time, I'm afraid.

- I went to the Sopers' to check if Katie

had finished a suit for
me, then I went to the shop

and I did some paperwork for an hour,

and then I came back here.

- I assumed Sonia was already in bed.

She always went to bed around 10.

- I was in the pub.

I had a few drinks.

Left about 10.

Like Uncle Matthew, I just thought my mum

had already gone to bed.

- I believe Mrs. Woodley was
on her way to see the vicar.

- She might've been.

- The vicar said she wanted
to make a confession.

- Sonia wasn't interested in
all that high church stuff.

- Mm-hmm.

Was she upset or depressed
about anything yesterday?

We were told she didn't take communion.

- Who told you that?

- Mr. Milton.

- Sonia's husband, my brother Gerald,

died two years ago.

It was the anniversary of his death

the day before yesterday.

She was upset.

It's a difficult time for all of us.

- That's why she was going to church.

The vicar was helping
her through a bad patch.

It was nothing to do with confessions.

- Yes, of course.

I'm sorry.

- Matthew?

Luke?

I went to the shop, but it was closed.

And someone told me about Sonia.

I can't believe it.

- Sorry, you are?

- Beatrice Daniels.

I'm an apprentice tailor
at Woodley and Woodley.

- Woodley and Woodley, the clothes shop?

- Bespoke tailors, actually.

- Yes, my wife.

She's a customer there.

- Mrs. Barnaby?

- Of course, I know her.

- Haven't you just had a run
in with some shoplifters?

- Yeah, Gary Soper.

- It was nothing.

A local troublemaker.

Mr. Milton was in the shop.

He helped us sort it all out.

- Did he?

That was very good of him.

- I should've gone to the church with her.

- They weren't telling us
everything though, were they?

- Well, they're in shock, you know?

- Well, something's not right.

The vicar said she was going to confess.

They say she wasn't.

- Well, that's religion for you, Jones.

Brings out the irrational in people.

You see what you can find out
about this local scapegrace,

Gary Soper, will you?

- This village is weird.

- Jones, they are all weird.

- [Joyce] Sonia Woodley?

- Yes.

She was beaten around the head,

and then stabbed to death
in the graveyard, no less.

- How awful.

- Joyce, will you tell me
about the scuffle you witnessed

down at the Woodley's the other day?

- Ah, you're interested now.

- Indeed, I am.

- Well, I was in the workshop at the time.

We heard a commotion
and went into the shop,

and there was Luke Woodley
wrestling on the floor

with this youth.

- What happened then?

- Well, I think they must've had trouble

with this boy before because Sonia

was all for calling the police,

but Milton talked them out of it.

Boy's father works for him, or something.

Milton owns the freehold for the shop,

and the lease is running out,

so they're keen to keep
him sweet, I suppose.

- Okay, well thank you.

Thank you, Joyce, for that.

- This is positively the last
time I'm repairing this shirt.

- Oh, come on, there's
tonnes of wear in that.

(sombre music)

- Perhaps you better
go easy, Uncle Matthew.

- [Matthew] I'll be all right.

- You don't look it.

- I'm worried about what your mother

might've said to the vicar.

- Mum won't have said anything.

Anyway, she's gone now.

(sombre music)

- I loved her.

- I know, Uncle Matthew.

But don't go soft on me.

Don't go pouring your heart
out to anyone like the vicar,

or Barnaby, okay?

- [Officer] Good morning.

Causton CID, DS Winter speaking.

- A map!

Excellent.

- This bloke Milton owns half the county.

There's Milton House, four or five farms,

the park, the village, not
to mention the mausoleum

and the ice house.

- Ice house?

- God forbid the G&T
should get warm, right?

Sonia Woodley's walk to the church

would've taken about 10 minutes, I reckon.

Luke walked to the pub here.

That's no more than five minutes.

Matthew took the car.

He drove to the Sopers' cottage here,

then to the shop here, or so he says.

- Has Gary Soper got a record with us?

- No.

Never been in trouble with the police.

- Has he not?

Look, go and have a chat with the Sopers.

See if there's any kind of history

between them and the Woodleys.

- I'll go to the pub.

See who was in that night.

Strangers would stand out a
mile in a village like that.

- Yeah, and I'll go and talk
to Matthew and Luke again.

(phone ringing)

Barnaby.

Yes, George.

On my way.

- The blow to the head was heavy,

but it was the stab wound that killed her.

Hell of a wound, too.

Punctured her right lung from behind.

- Big knife?

- I'm not so sure it was a knife, Tom.

Whatever it was, it was
pointed, yes, but heavy-duty.

More like a tool of some kind.

I've seen something similar before

and I can't remember when.

Oh, I'll have to trawl the archives.

- What about the blow to the head?

- A smooth, rounded object.

Almost certainly manmade.

Do you think there were two of them?

One struck her and the
other one stabbed her?

- Don't know.

It's possible.

- Funny, old village, Milton Cross.

The wife's sister goes to
church there sometimes.

She likes all the rigmarole
they're going for.

"They put on a good show," she says.

- [Male] Oh yes, he's a nice fellow.

- [Male] Yes, yeah.

Where is he?

- [Male] Bit further down.

- [Bartender] One orange juice.

- Party on, eh?

So, Sonia Woodley.

- Lovely, lovely lady.

Whole village is devastated.

- Did you know her well?

- Well enough.

We'd see her in church on Sunday.

- This has got to be the
most God-fearing village

in the county.

- (laughs) Well, Mr.
Milton treats his tenants

pretty fair and square, but yes,

it does help if you
show your face in church

every now and again.

- Did Sonia come to the pub?

- You must be joking.

None of the Woodleys came in here.

At least, not until Gerald
popped his clogs, at any rate.

- Disapproved of pubs, did he?

- Oh, no.

He disapproved of spending, more like.

He had 'em working all hours in that shop,

and paid 'em peanuts.

I mean, Luke was still on pocket money

when Gerald keeled over.

- So, how come he didn't
just up sticks and leave?

- Well, he wanted to look
after his mum, I suppose.

- Look after his mum?

How do you mean?

- He was a big bloke, Gerald,
and he had a terrible temper.

That's all you need to know.

- So, Luke comes in here now?

- [Bartender] Yeah, now and then.

- He was in on Sunday night, wasn't he?

- Yeah, came in with Beatrice.

- [Jones] Any strangers in that night?

- No, no.

Very quiet, it was.

- [Jones] And he left when?

- About nine.

- Nine?

- [Bartender] Yeah.

- You sure?

- Yeah, couple of minutes after Beatrice.

- [Jones] But they didn't leave together?

- Lover's tiff.

You know.

- They're engaged, aren't they?

- So Lukey-boy keeps telling everyone,

but when he says it, she
has this look on her face.

Having second thoughts, if you ask me.

- Oh, really?

- Uh-huh.

(phone ringing)

- [Barnaby] Barnaby.

- According to the landlord, Luke Woodley

left the pub at nine on
Sunday evening, not 10.

- Nine?

Well, I'm at the Woodley's now.

I'll double-check.

But Jones?

- Sir?

- Let us not fixate on
the Woodleys, all right?

There are other avenues to explore.

You talked to the Sopers?

- I'm on my way there now.

- What do you want?

- Another little chat please, Luke.

(sombre music)

(water splashing)

(birds chirping)

I was hoping to talk
to your uncle, as well.

Luke?

- Sorry, Uncle Matthew's in the shop.

- The shop's still open?

- No, he's in the workshop,
finishing an order.

Keeping busy is his way of coping with...

Beatrice is helping him.

I'm not a tailor.

- Oh, you're not, so you didn't follow

in your father's footsteps.

- (laughs) You're joking, aren't you?

Stuck all day in the backroom sewing?

No, I'm much happier in the shop.

- Well, fathers.

They can be difficult.

- What was yours like?

- Hmm, difficult.

- But you got on all right?

- Yeah, we did, in the end.

But you know, fathers and sons.

It's complicated stuff.

- Yeah, complicated.

That's the word.

- Luke, what time did you say

you left the pub on Sunday night?

- About 10.

- You sure it wasn't earlier?

- I don't know, do I?

I wasn't paying that much
attention to the time.

- No.

Okay, thank you.

Your mum, Luke.

Did she have any credit cards?

- Dad wouldn't let us have plastic.

Too tempting.

When he died we asked mum if
she wanted us to get her one,

but she said she was
used to doing without.

She asked me to get her 50
quid out the bank, though.

I thought maybe she wanted
to buy herself something,

but she didn't.

She just kept it in her purse.

- And it was still there.

- So it doesn't look like a mugging, then?

- No, it does not.

- Well, how about this?

It's a silk, linen, and mohair mix.

Fantastic handle.

- How do you mean?

- The texture.

Feel it.

- Wow.

Yeah, I see what you mean.

(ringer buzzing)

- We're closed!

(ringer buzzing)

- This is gonna sound stupid, but--

- What?

- Well, I've always wanted a suit

like the one Carey Grant
wears in "North by Northwest."

- Oh, I know.

A great suit, and this would be perfect.

- Jones?

- I was just, you know?

- Still doing that?

Mr. Woodley, I'd like to ask you

a couple of questions, please.

- Do you mind if I carry on with this?

- [Barnaby] No, you do that.

Ooh, did you make this?

- Yes.

- It's lovely.

- The vicar's very particular.

Of course, Mr. Milton foots the bill.

- The embroidery was mostly done

by Katie Soper and Wendy Minchin.

- Terrific seamstresses.

You won't get better in Savile Row.

- Actually, it was the Sopers
I wanted to talk to you about.

- [Matthew] What about them?

- I was wondering if Mrs. Woodley had,

had any trouble with young
Gary Soper before last week.

- Trouble?

(expectant music)

- I think the inspector
wants to know if Mrs. Woodley

had a problem with Gary Soper.

- No more than anybody
else in the village.

- Sir?

- This cloth, where'd it come from?

- Ah, that's a lovely 18-ounce tweed.

Hand-woven in Scotland before the war.

- I swear my father had
a suit in this material.

- I wouldn't be surprised.

- I can remember how it smelled

when he'd been out in the rain.

Mm.

- [Beatrice] You should
have one too, then.

- A proper bespoke job, inspector?

- Bespoke?

Oh, no, no.

I've got plenty of suits, thank you.

- Are they all like this?

- Hmm?

Why, what's wrong with this?

- Oh, nothing.

It's just, well, maybe peaked
lapels would suit you better,

and you need a little more
structure across the shoulders.

Sleeves are too long.

You want to flash a bit
of shirt cuff, don't you?

And you need a higher waist.

And a little more tape
in the trousers, perhaps.

But I mean, apart from that, it's great.

- We'd do you a very
sensible price, inspector.

- Think it over.

Here.

If you want to know about
Sonia's state of mind,

you should talk to Wendy Minchin.

She was probably Sonia's
best friend in the village.

She might have an explanation.

- An explanation of what?

- Gerald was a monster.

No other word.

He treated Sonia appallingly.

But two years on and
she was still grieving.

I mean, if anything it was getting worse.

I mean, there was nothing
we could do or say to help,

and believe me, we tried everything.

- Thanks for your time.

- Yeah, thanks.

- Bye, Ben.

- Bye, Ben?

- What?

- This is a murder investigation, Jones.

And instead of being
out there doing the job.

I find you fondling
cashmere in a backroom.

- The Sopers were out!

- Derek Soper works at Home Farm.

Go find him.

I'm gonna talk to Wendy Minchin.

- Anyway, it wasn't
cashmere, it was a silk--

- Go!

(chickens clucking)

(dog barking)

(expectant music)

(door knocking)

- Mr. Barnaby.

This is Mr. Barnaby, Trevor.

He wants to talk to me about Sonia.

Why don't you go make us some coffee?

- Know when I'm not wanted.

- Thank you.

- Don't mind Trevor.

He works in the Milton Estate office.

They don't like us talking to outsiders.

- This is a tied cottage, is it?

- Yes, that's why we have to
mind our Ps and Qs around here.

- You knew Sonia Woodley
very well, didn't you?

- Yes, she was a good friend.

- [Barnaby] And how did
she seem to you recently?

- She was not herself.

- And she hadn't been herself, had she,

since her husband's death?

- That man.

The way he treated her was criminal.

- Now, Mrs. Minchin,
was there anything else,

apart from her husband's death

which might've been troubling her?

- Well, I'll tell you something
that's been troubling me.

Make of it what you will.

The day it happened, Sonia phoned me.

She was in a terrible state.

Gerald had collapsed in the garden.

He was a sick man, you know.

He'd already had two heart attacks.

"I don't know what to do," she said.

"Pull yourself together, woman," I said.

"Phone for an ambulance."

"It's all right," she said,
"Luke has phoned for one."

I asked her if she wanted me to go around.

"No," she said she'd manage.

Well, there's only one
road in the village,

and an ambulance going to the Woodley's

would have to pass here.

Well, I waited and I waited,

and an ambulance came, eventually.

- Eventually?

- Yes, an hour and a half later.

I never asked Sonia why it took so long,

but something must have happened.

(expectant music)
(dog barking)

- Oh!

(metal banging)

Mr. Soper?

Mr. Soper!

Detective Sergeant Jones.

- I know who you are.

- Want a word about Gary.

- Yeah, of course you do.

Anything happens in this
village, it's down to Gary.

(metal pounding)

- [Jones] Look, he had a
run in with Sonia Woodley

a couple of days before she died.

- You saying he killed Sonia Woodley?

- No, but I have to ask questions.

It's my job.

- Yeah, okay.

Here.

- Thanks.

So, where was he the night Sonia died?

- At home with me watching the football.

- And Mrs. Soper?

- In Causton.

She works bar a couple of nights a week.

We need the extras to get by.

- Not much money in farm work, I suppose.

- You could say that.

Mr. Milton's thinking of
laying a few of us off,

which means I'm gonna
lose the cottage, as well.

- Which means you are in
deep, whatever this is.

- Yeah.

And of course, Gary goes
to school in Causton

where all his mates are showing
off the latest trainers,

which cost half a week's wages.

- Temptations of the modern world!

How can we protect ourselves,
nevermind our children?

I assume you're making
inquiries about Gary, sergeant.

- That's right.

- Well, I've known Gary all my life.

He's made a few mistakes,
but which of us hasn't?

"Remember not the sins of my youth," eh?

I'm sure Gary will turn
out all right in the end.

- Mr. Milton's always
been very supportive.

- Have you finished here, sergeant?

- Yeah.

- Come up to the house.

We'll get you cleaned up.

- You don't have to do this, really.

- "Teach us, they God and King
in all things thee to see,

"and what I do in anything,
to do it as for thee."

- All the same.

- It's no trouble.

(bell ringing)

- Bible teaches us that there
is much satisfaction to be had

in a job well done, no matter how menial.

- I hear that some of your estate workers

may not have a job at all soon.

- These are difficult times.

I'm working as hard as I
can to preserve the estate.

My employees must fulfil
their side of the bargain.

- Which is?

- Hard work, honesty, loyalty.

- And turning up at church on Sundays.

- Edward?

Inspector Barnaby's here.

- Ah, good.

Come in and sit down.

Have some tea.

- Ah, no thank you.

Not for me.

Jones?

- I'm waiting for my shoes.

- How is the investigation
going, Mr. Barnaby?

- The investigation.

Oh, we're making progress, sir.

- Excellent.

I hope you won't take it amiss

if I offer you a word of caution.

- Caution?

About what?

- Milton Cross is a proper village.

Everyone knows everybody else.

We work together and we worship together.

That's the way we like it,
but there is a downside.

- And what would that downside be?

- Ill-informed gossip.

A human failing.

- Hmm.

Do you have any particular
gossip in mind, sir?

Or please, you know, anything that helps.

- You may have heard tittle
tattle about the Woodleys,

and the late Gerald
Woodley, in particular.

Could you be more specific?

- About the way he treated his family.

He had an authoritarian streak, it's true,

but he was a Christian
and a good man, at heart.

There are rumours in the village

about the circumstances
surrounding his death.

- What kind of rumours?

- Unfounded rumours.

Treat them with a pinch
of salt, Mr. Barnaby.

The same goes for talk
about Gerald's meanness.

Grossly exaggerated, I'm sure.

He was a prudent man, and his
family will reap the benefits.

- [Barnaby] How so?

- Gerald left a considerable
sum in trust for Sonia.

Well into six figures, I believe.

Now that poor Sonia is no longer with us,

I suppose Luke and
Matthew will inherit, no?

- Thank you, Mrs. Milton.

The ambulance didn't come
for an hour and a half?

- No, according to Mrs. Minchin.

- So, what were they up
to for an hour and a half?

Gerald Woodley had had,
what, two heart attacks?

- [Barnaby] Hmm.

- I bet there wasn't even a postmortem.

- [Barnaby] Now, we
don't know that, Jones.

- Luke and Matthew did for
Gerald somehow or other,

and Sonia Woodley knew about it.

Guilty conscience.

That's why she wanted to confess.

- You're saying that Luke
Woodley killed his own mother.

No, no, I'm not buying that.

- Luke and Matthew.

One bangs her on the
head, the other stabs her.

They shut her up about Gerald,

and they inherit the trust fund.

It's win-win.

- Well, if you're right, we're
investigating two murders.

- It's your call, sir.

- We need a court order
to check the timings

of those phone calls.

- It's done.

(engine turning)

(sombre music)

(quizzical music)

- [Reverend] You don't
think it makes me look

a little broad in the beam here?

- Not at all, vicar.

If anything, it makes you look taller.

- Oh, really?

You really think so?

Not that appearances are the thing here.

- Of course not.

- Sorry, vicar.

Am I early?

- No, no, Morris.

You're right on the dot.

Thank you, Matthew.

- [Morris] And then there's lust.

- [Reverend] Lust, Morris?

- Yes.

There's a very pretty,
little house on the bypass

with three acres of planning permission.

I can't get it out of my head.

- By this authority committed to me,

I absolve thee from all thy sins.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son,

and of the Holy Ghost, amen.

- Amen.

- Let us pray.

Oh, most merciful God, who
according to the multitude

of thy mercies, does so but wear the sins

of all those who truly repent.

Amen.

- Oh, I almost forgot.

I was asked to give you this

by someone who wishes to remain anonymous.

- What is it?

- Haven't the faintest idea.

She said, the anonymous person said

you'd know what to do with it.

Goodnight.

(foreboding music)

(keys clanking)

(foreboding music)

- Ah!

(dramatic music)

(solemn music)

- Throat's been cut so deep
it's almost severed the head.

And he sustained a blow to the head

similar to the Woodley woman.

- Yeah, you said that there
was something familiar

about the stab wound
that killed Mrs. Woodley.

- Haven't figured it out yet, Tom.

I'll let you know as soon as I have,

but there's something odd about this, too.

- What?

- Well, normally when
a throat's being cut,

you can tell whether the
incision was made right to left,

or vice versa, but this looks like both.

- Both?

- Yeah, it doesn't make sense, does it?

- Sir?

I think you better see this.

(expectant music)

Looks like they took
the keys off the vicar,

then came back here to
see what they could nick.

- Yeah.

Why didn't they nick the computer?

Or the cash?

This is just like Sonia
Woodley's bag, isn't it?

- How?

- Well, they were
certainly after something.

(solemn music)

Mr. Bingham?

Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

You wanted to see me?

- Yes, we're lighting candles

for the vicar and Sonia Woodley.

Do you mind?

- No, please.

- I was here last night to see the vicar.

I might've been the last
person to see him alive,

apart from the murderer, that is.

- What time was this?

- Eight o'clock.

I come once a week to confess.

- To confess?

- It's funny.

When I moved here, I only
started coming to church

because everyone else did.

To fit in, you know?

And it was a chance to
see Sonia, of course.

I thought after a decent
interval she might,

you know, give me a chance to...

Well, she wasn't interested, sad to say.

So I started coming to see
old Moreland now and then.

Not that I had much to confess.

I used to make things up
just to keep him amused.

But I found it very calming.

- And last night?

- The day Sonia was...

Oh, she gave me a letter.

I assume it was a letter.

It was something in an envelope, anyway.

I was to give it to the vicar.

I wasn't to tell him who it was from,

and I wasn't to tell a soul about it.

She made me promise.

- But you should've told us, Mr. Bingham.

- I know, but to tell you the truth,

what with all the goings on,

I forgot about it until last night.

- So, you gave the letter
to the vicar last night?

- Yes.

He was as puzzled as I
was, and then I went home.

- Did you see anyone else?

- No.

You could ask Matthew.

He might've seen something.

- Matthew Woodley was here last night?

- Yes.

He was in the vestry kitting out the vicar

in a new chasuble.

The vicar did like his glad rags.

Bless his soul.

He was a good bloke, the vicar.

God moves in mysterious ways.

- He certainly does.

Mr. Bingham, thank you very much.

- The letter?

Matthew and Luke were
looking for the letter.

- [Barnaby] Hmm.

And what do you think
was in the letter, Jones?

- The truth about what happened to...

(coins clanking)

The truth about what
happened to Gerald Woodley.

Sonia couldn't bring herself
to tell the vicar face-to-face

so she wrote a letter instead.

- And why give it to Morris Bingham?

He'd know who wrote the
letter, wouldn't he?

- She wasn't behaving rationally.

She was at the end of her tether.

Everyone says so.

- All right, we'll talk to them tomorrow.

- Pick 'em up early, take 'em to the nick.

- No, no, no, let's keep this informal.

- Why, sir?

- Because, because I have a hunch

we might not want to pursue
this line of inquiry.

- What?

- My father?

You want to talk about my father?

- Jones, would you put that away, please?

Yes, Luke.

We want to talk to you
about the circumstances

surrounding your father's death.

- It was two years ago.

He died of a heart attack.

Now, how about finding
out who killed my mother?

- That's exactly what we're trying to do.

- If you could just tell us what happened

the day your father died, please.

- My father collapsed while
he was working in the garden.

Uncle Matthew and I were at the shop.

Mum was in a panic, so she rang us.

I called an ambulance,
then Uncle Matthew and I

came straight home.

And dad was...

Dad was dead.

Then the ambulance came, that's it, okay?

- How come Mrs. Woodley
didn't call an ambulance?

- She was, she was scared.

She wasn't thinking straight.

- So, you called an ambulance immediately?

- Yes, of course.

- From the shop?

- Obviously.

- According to our
records, there was no call

to the emergency services from the shop.

- Well, the records are wrong then.

- Someone called them from here, though.

At four o'clock, an
hour after Mrs. Woodley

called you at the shop.

- And an hour after your father collapsed.

Now, Luke, how do you explain that?

Were you waiting for him to die?

- [Matthew] I'm going to answer this.

- Uncle Matthew?

- No, I'm sorry, Luke.

(foreboding music)

We weren't waiting for him to die.

We were praying for him to die.

I made sure he was dead, then
I called for an ambulance.

- But you didn't know
about Sonia's phone call

to Wendy Minchin?

- Not at that time, no.

Sonia told us about it afterwards.

He beat her, you know?

And Luke.

He hit her that afternoon.

That was the last straw,
as far as I was concerned.

We all felt remorse afterwards.

She could never cope with what we'd done.

- Is that why she wrote the letter?

- What letter?

- We think she wrote a letter to the vicar

about what happened.

- Letter?

No, I don't know anything about a letter.

Thing I realised, after Gerald had died,

was that she still loved him.

There's no accounting for
the human heart, is there?

- What are we going to do about them?

- Not a lot.

They didn't kill Sonia Woodley
or the Reverend Moreland.

- What about Gerald Woodley?

- Later.

- Couldn't figure it out, at first.

It looked as if the throat
had been slashed twice.

First one way, and then the other.

But the wounds were
inflicted simultaneously.

"How can this be," I asked myself.

Two knives wielded by an
ambidextrous assassin?

- And how did you answer yourself, George?

- Ah.

Well, remember when I said
that something was familiar

about the stab wound that
killed Sonia Woodley?

- Yes, I do remember you saying.

- I looked it up on
the records, and bingo.

Badger's Drift, 2005.

- Look, you'll have to
refresh my jaded memory here.

- The gardener who refused to cut down

his giant hedge, remember?

- And was killed with
his own garden shear.

- Exactly.

Closed for the stab,
and open for the throat.

- So, the murderer used garden shears?

- No.

No, not garden shears.

Tailor's shears.

- Tailor shears.

Now, they can be quite hefty.

So the handle would do
for the blow to the head.

So, you've got stun and stab,

or in the case of the poor,
old padre, stun and snip.

- These are mine.

And these are Beatrice's.

- And those?

- Mine, before I packed it in.

- And that's the lot?

- Yes.

- No, it's not.

Where are dad's?

- Dad's?

- Well, Gerald's shears.

They belonged to our father.

They're usually hanging up there.

Big, old, heavy things.

- I could barely lift them.

- Well, when did you last see them?

- God knows.

- No idea.

- I used them to cut the canvas linings

for the vicar's new chasuble.

That would be about a month ago.

- His new what?

- Chasuble.

It's a kind of, like a poncho.

I was working on it in the
vestry the night he died.

He asked me to put a special pocket in it

for his mobile phone.

- A pocket?

- Special pocket.

(suspenseful music)

Eureka.

- Ah, there it is.

Gotcha.

- [Barnaby] My darling, I
am at our special place.

There is someone with you.

I suppose it is her, whoever she is.

How can you do this to me?

She will never love you as much as I do.

- It is torture not being able to talk,

so I will come here again on
Thursday at the usual time.

Please, please, please, we must talk.

You can't just throw me away
like a piece of rubbish.

I love you, my darling.

It's a rejected lover.

- A rejected illicit lover.

- Sonia Woodley.

Maybe that's why she was in such a state.

It wasn't guilt because of Gerald's death.

It was an unhappy love affair.

- But did Sonia write this
letter, or was she the recipient?

- Neither rings true, to be honest.

- No, they don't.

In any case, why give it to the vicar?

- If the murder weapon turns
out to be Gerald's shears,

that makes the Woodleys
suspects again, doesn't it?

- Oh, they wouldn't be
so stupid, would they?

No, I think someone is
trying to frame the Woodleys.

- Someone who knows
there was something dodgy

about Gerald's death.

- Hmm, that means
everybody in the village.

I'll tell you one thing, Jones.

Whoever did write that letter
could be in serious danger.

- We'll come here again on
Thursday at the usual time.

I wonder where that special place is.

- God, she's never got her phone on.

Well, wherever it is, Jones,
we better find it quick.

Tomorrow is Thursday.

(slow music)

(expectant music)

Joyce.

- Oh, hello.

What are you doing here?

- I do wish you would keep
your phone on once in a while.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I keep forgetting.

I'd have made more sandwiches
if I'd known you were coming.

- Want to talk to you about the Woodleys.

- Oh, that's why you're here.

Could you move?

You're blocking my view.

- When you were at the Woodley's,

did you ever notice large
pair of tailor shears

hanging on the wall?

- Yes.

- Were they there that day?

- I think so.

- The inner sanctum.

Holy of holies.

- Yes.

They were Gerald's, I believe.

- Tell me what happened.

- But I've already told you.

- Yes, I know you've already told me.

Tell me again, please.

- I was in the workshop.

Matthew was there, and
that nice Beatrice girl.

Then there was the cheeky
chappy in the dazzling tweeds.

- [Barnaby] Morris Bingham.

- That's the one.

And the lord of the manor bloke.

- Makes yours look a tad
dreary, don't you think?

- I hope you're not gonna
shoot in that, Morris.

You'll scare the birds to death.

- Matthew, come quickly.

- And then we all rushed into the shop

to see what was happening.

Matthew was first, then Sonia.

- What the hell is going on?

- [Joyce] Then Beatrice
and Morris Bingham.

- Hey, get off, get off!

- [Joyce] Then me.

- [Barnaby] Who was last
out of the workshop?

- Actually, now you come to mention it.

- That's enough, Gary.

- Edward Milton by a good minute.

- Did you notice anything
unusual about him?

- He'd taken his jacket off.

I thought that was a bit odd.

- [Barnaby] What jacket?

- The one they were making for him.

- And why was that odd?

- Well, they hadn't finished the fitting.

- So, he came out of the
workshop in his shirtsleeves?

- [Joyce] Yes.

- Oh, it's a pity.

- And he was carrying his coat.

One of those waxed country things

sort of folded up under his arm.

- Under his arm?

That's good, that's very good.

Very good, that.

- Really?

- Oh, and so is that.

That's very nice.

Thank you, Joyce, that's very useful.

- He had his coat under his arm, so what?

- Held tightly under his arm.

- Okay.

- He was hiding something, Jones.

Mrs. Barnaby is absolutely
certain that those shears

were still hanging on the wall that day,

and Edward Milton was the
last to leave the workshop.

- You think Milton took the shears?

- Do you remember who he dropped hints

about Gerald Woodley's death?

You see how clever that was?

Telling us to ignore the rumours

while making sure we were aware of them.

- Yeah, and making sure
how we knew about the money

in trust for Sonia.

- Yeah, how about this?

Edward Milton, lord of
the manor, has an affair.

He tries to end it, but
the rejected party's

having none of that, so she
writes a desperate letter.

- Which somehow or other ended up

in Sonia Woodley's possession.

- Yeah.

- So, he kills Sonia with
her husband's shears.

Why?

To implicate the Woodleys?

I don't know.

But he didn't find the letter.

- Because she'd given it to the vicar.

- No.

Actually, she'd given
it to Morris Bingham.

- Wendy Minchin was her best friend.

Why didn't she give her the letter?

- Well, maybe she did,
and maybe Wendy Minchin

didn't want to know about it.

I mean, look, her husband
works in the Estate's Office,

and they wouldn't want to get

the wrong side of Edward Milton.

- I see.

Whereas Morris Bingham is a free man.

- Exactly right.

- [Jones] I bet Wendy Minchin
knows about that letter.

- I bet she does, too.

- If Milton wanted to
incriminate the Woodleys,

how come we haven't found the shears yet?

- Well, maybe he plans to use them again.

(door knocking)

- What do you want?

- [Barnaby] It's Inspector Barnaby.

- Yes, I know who you are.

What do you want?

- [Barnaby] Please, may we come in?

- No, I'm very busy.

I can't talk to you now.

- [Jones] Have you seen
this before, Mrs. Minchin?

- Go away, please!

- Do you recognise the handwriting?

- It's nothing to do with me.

My husband could lose his job.

We could lose our house.

- Mrs. Minchin, somebody's
life is in danger.

Now, could you please, please
tell us who wrote this letter?

- It was Katie, now go away!

- Katie Soper?

- Yes.

- Right, I'll pick up Milton.

You go find Katie Soper.

- Ah, I haven't got a car.

- Well, it's only a couple
minutes to the Sopers.

Get some backup.

(engine turning)

(expectant music)

(door knocking)

(dog barking)

- I'm sorry.

He's always forgetting
to turn his mobile on.

I could phone the Estate Office.

They might know where he is.

- Yes, yes, I would appreciate that.

- Such a big estate.

It's hard to keep track of him.

- Yes, I'm sure.

(expectant music)

- [Deborah] Hello.

It's Mrs. Milton.

Do you know Mr. Milton's whereabouts?

Thank you.

I'll hold.

- [Barnaby] My darling, I
am at our special place.

There is someone with you.

I suppose it is I, whoever she is.

- Oh!

(phone ringing)

Jones.

- [Barnaby] Did you find Katie Soper?

- [Jones] No.

- Where are you, Jones?

- [Jones] On the farm.

- Get yourself to the ice house.

- What?

- [Barnaby] The ice house.

West end of the woods.

- The what?

- In the woods, the ice
house is in the woods,

and move yourself!

- All right.

Flipping hell.

(expectant music)

(religious music)

(expectant music)

(religious music)

(door knocking)

- Katie.

Katie, I told you never
to come here again.

Come on.

(religious music)

- Oh, I've missed you so much.

- We've got to stop this, Katie.

- Why?

- Because it's a sin.

- I love you.

Is that a sin?

- It's a sin in God's eyes.

And we must pray for God's forgiveness.

(expectant music)

Kneel.

(religious music)

I've done my duty.

Your husband's job is safe.

Your family's safe.

Be content.

- How can I be content
when I'm not with you?

(religious music)

("Requiem in D Minor" by Mozart)

- Dear Lord, look down
upon these, thy servants

who have grievously sinned against you

in thought and in deed.

- The west end of the wood.

Yeah, right.

("Requiem in D Minor" by Mozart)

- Forgive us, Lord!

For we have indulged shamefully

in the pleasures of the flesh.

Open thine eye of mercy upon
these, thy miserable servants!

Renew!

Renew in us whatsoever hath been destroyed

by the fraud and malice of the devil!

(engine roaring)

("Requiem in D Minor" by Mozart)

You shouldn't have
written the letter, Katie.

I told you never write anything down.

(door knocking)

- [Jones] Hello!

(door knocking)

- Jones!

- [Jones] It's locked.

Thanks.

- In the name of the
Father, and of the Son,

and of the Holy--

- Stop!

(grunting)

(metal clanking)

- Got him?

- Yes.

- Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

- Oh, Edward.

We were praying!

- Were you?

Well, we've got a little
prayer of our own, then.

Haven't we, Jones?

- Edward Milton, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned.

- Eddie!

- Oh.

Welcome to the prayer meeting.

- If you do not mention when questioned

something which you
later rely on in court,

anything you do say may
be used as evidence.

Amen.

(sombre music)

- Go on.

- Ah, yes.

Katie Soper wrote that letter,

and she left it at the ice house.

Edward Milton put that letter
into his trouser pocket,

but he forgot to take it out again

when he took the trousers down
to Woodley's for alteration.

And Sonia Woodley found it.

- Did Sonia realise what
the letter was about?

- Yes, she did indeed, and
Edward had been carrying on

with the village women for donkey's years

like his father before him,
and his father before him.

Women whose families
depended on the estate

for their livelihood.

- What are you gonna
do about the Woodleys?

- What do you mean do?

- Well, about them waiting for an hour

before they called an ambulance.

- Gerald Woodley died of a heart attack.

Impossible to prove otherwise.

(quizzical music)

- So, what's it like working
in the backroom, Luke?

- It's great.

- He's picking it up a treat.

Now, I've given you a
single vent, Mr. Barnaby.

I hope that's all right.

- Oh, yes, a single vent
with that tweed, certainly.

- What are you having, Jones?

- Oh, no vent.

- No vent, really?

- I watched "North by
Northwest" again last night

to make sure.

- That's right.

No vent in Carey Grant's suit.

- That's looking good, sir.

- You think so?

- Yeah.

I might go for something
in tweed, when I'm older.

- Will you be wanting a
ticket pocket, Mr. Barnaby,

like Mr. Bingham here?

- Of course he wants a ticket pocket.

- I don't know.

I wish I could remember
what my father had.

Hello, Joyce.

- Tom!

How could you?

That's my tweed!

- Well, I'm very sorry, Mrs. Barnaby,

but it is now my tweed.

Anyway, the only question is should I go

for a ticket pocket?

What do you reckon?

Yes or no?

(quizzical music)