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SHARP RHYTHMIC BANGING

ALL CHANT: Answer! Answer! Answer!

The club demands an answer, Talbot.

BANGING STOPS

Now!

Have you, or have you not,
been discussing club matters

with outsiders?

I'm not answerable to you, Heywood,

or anyone else in this room.

Your first loyalty is to the club,
Dan.

Maybe you've forgotten that.

Or maybe you've been spending
a little bit too much time

in the village.

Desist!

Daniel. Marcus.

Good evening, gentlemen.

You may be seated.

I say 'gentlemen' because that is
what members of the Pudding Club

should strive to be,

no matter how trying
the circumstances.

Sorry, sir.
Sorry, sir.

And the circumstances are
particularly trying tonight.

As you know, Daniel's grandfather,
Sir Walter, is gravely ill.

Tonight, he has taken
a turn for the worse.

Sir Walter is a Pudding Club man

and one of our most distinguished
old boys,

so I ask you all to behave
with due propriety.

Daniel, I must take you
to the Manor immediately.

Our thoughts will be with you
and your family, Dan.

I'm sure I speak for everybody here.

Thank you, Marcus.

Papa?

Daniel is here to see you.

What is it, Grandad?

He wants to know the time.

It's five past midnight, Grandad.

Why does he want to know the time?

It's after midnight, Doctor,

and therefore the feast day
of St Malley,

patron saint of Devington School.

Look. He's smiling.

Oh, of course.

Papa winning
the St Malley's Day Race.

Can't we leave the blasted school
out of things for once?

Don't worry, Papa.

The race will be run as usual.

And Daniel will win it for you.

Won't you, Daniel?

I'll do my best, Grandad.

He can't hear you.

I'm sorry.

He's gone.

Quid nunc?

What now?

A stiff drink, that's what.

It's so good of you to come and
give us moral support.

We've been looking forward to it,
haven't we, Tom?

We thought Toby might be happier at
a more traditional school like this.

So when does he start?

We haven't taken the plunge yet.

That's why we wanted you
to come along, for your input.

Didn't we, George?
Ssh.

Parents, pupils,

staff and friends
of Devington School.

Welcome to
the St Malley's Day Race,

run today in honour of our beloved
friend Sir Walter Talbot,

diplomat and distinguished
Old Devingtonian,

who passed away in the early hours
of this morning.

Forti et fideli nihil impossibile.

To the brave and the faithful
nothing is impossible.

CLOCK CHIMES
Gentlemen, are you ready?

ALL: Yes, Headmaster.

Ludlow, the bell.

SILENCE

The bell, Ludlow.

BELL SOUNDS

Go on, Dan.

Go, Daniel. You will win this race
for your grandfather.

Run as fast as you can.
Go, Daniel.

Go!

Go, Daniel! Run, boy! Run!

GIRLS SCREAM HYSTERICALLY

Mr Carew.

Don't stop, Daniel.

Run. Run like the wind.

Drinks. Here they come.

Come on, Mr Heywood. You can do it.

I can assure you, Mrs Woodard,

I am moving heaven and earth to find
a place for young Toby.

A word, if I may.

Anthony, may I introduce...
..Now, Jonathan.

Please. Excuse me.

That's Anthony Talbot,
Sir Walter's son.

He's a diplomat as well.
Yes, you can tell.

Good show, Talbot. That's the way.

Get off me, Heywood, you yob.

Get off me.

Sorry, Chas, no can do. It's for
the greater good, you see.

Sod the greater good.

BRANCH SNAPS

What the hell are you doing here?

Bloody maniac.

Have you heard from
Archie Bellingham recently?

No. Should I have done?

Had the Permanent Secretary
on the phone earlier.

He's gone missing.
Missing!

Not a word to anyone, Jonathan.

The Foreign Office wants a lid
kept on this one.

Daniel! Daniel!

For God's sake.

Oh, really, Daniel! Do get up.

If you don't reach the steps,
you can't win the race.

Can't you see he's hurt?
Somebody get an ambulance.

DOOR SHUTS

I thought you were going to stay
with your mother.

I changed my mind.

You alright, Julia?

Yeah.

Let's cut the waffle,
shall we, and get to the point.

There's only one line of
investigation worth pursuing.

And what line is that, Mr Talbot?

The village. Midsomer Parva.

What about it?

Many years ago,

the St Malley's Day Race was the
occasion when scores were settled

between school and village.

Pitched battles were fought
and I'm glad to say

the school usually came out on top.

However, nowadays we do things
rather differently.

We respect each other's role
in the community

and that sort of nonsense.

However,

there are still some in the village
who resent the school.

Are you suggesting the attack
on Daniel

was part of some feud
with the villagers?

What other explanation
could there be?

There were local youths
on the village green yesterday.

They verbally abused and threw
missiles at the boys

taking part in the race.

Verbal abuse is one thing,

assault with a deadly weapon
is quite another.

Violence is never far away.

We'll certainly look into
that aspect of it, Mr Talbot.

I know this could be difficult

but do you mind if I ask you a
couple of questions about Daniel?

What sort of questions?

Was he happy at Devington?

Happy?

He was school captain. He'd won
colours for cricket, rugger, fives.

Of course he was happy.

Only yesterday,
at the start of the race,

I had the feeling he was
a little reluctant to take part.

You may have forgotten,
inspector,

Daniel's grandfather died in the
early hours of yesterday morning.

The boy was tired and upset.

But I assure you Daniel wanted
nothing more than to win that race

for his grandfather.

And for me.

You reckon Daniel didn't want
to take part in the race?

Mrs Talbot?

I know this is a bad time, but could
you spare me a moment, please?

I shudder to think of my son
lying here

side by side with that old monster.

What old monster would that be,
Mrs Talbot?

Sir Walter. My father-in-law.

I hear you didn't get on.

Walter didn't get on with anybody.

He commanded, people obeyed.

How did that go down with Daniel?

He did his best, for my sake.

Just for your sake?

Any shortcomings on Daniel's part
were blamed on me.

Shortcomings? I thought that Daniel
was doing very well.

Yes, but it was never good enough.

My husband and my father-in-law
are very competitive men.

Daniel wasn't like that.

And that caused problems, did it,
between Daniel and his father?

There were a couple of rows
recently, yes.

What about, Mrs Talbot?

I believe it was about the school.

And the Pudding Club.

The what?

Look, I'm sorry

but that's all the talking
I can manage for the time being.

Go up to the school,
talk to Eckersley-Hyde.

He'll be only too pleased to tell
you all about the damn place.

BELL TOLLS

Good morning, gentlemen.
How may I help you?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby.

That's Detective Sergeant Troy.

We're here to see the Headmaster,
please.

Very good, sir. Excuse me, sir.

One of our little rules,
I'm afraid, sir.

Grass in Main Quad.
It's out of bounds, sir.

Oh. Sorry.

You weren't to know, sir.

Chief Inspector Barnaby?

And you must be Sergeant Troy.
Marcus Heywood.

Don't worry, Ludlow, I'll take them
to the Headmaster.

Very good, Mr Heywood.

If you'll just follow me.

MOBILE RINGS

Troy.

OK. Sir!

They've found a knife
in Friar's Copse.

Well, you'd better get yourself
down there, hadn't you?

You knew Daniel well, didn't you?

Yes, sir.

Dan was an absolutely
excellent chap,

a great friend of mine.

The whole school is in shock.

And you were right behind him
in Friar's Copse, weren't you?

Yah. But when Daniel got into
the woods he was away.

He was incredibly fit.

Did you see, hear anything
or anyone suspicious?

No.

Just me and Chas battling it out
for second place that's all.

Who's Chas?
Charlie Meynell, sir.

Don't know
if you've come across him.

HEADMASTER: Come.

Thank you, Marcus. We'll talk again.

Come.

When did you last speak to Daniel?

The last time I spoke to Daniel?

It must have been 10 minutes or so
before the race began.

I went to his room in study
cloisters to wish him luck,

then I looked in on Ludlow
at the Porter's Lodge

to make sure all was well.

Then I went out into Main Quad
to address the spectators.

How did he seem to you,
Mr Eckersley-Hyde?

Upset about his grandfather,
of course.

They were very close, you know.

What was his relationship
with his father like?

Excellent, I believe.

Apparently there were some arguments
recently about the school.

What teenage boy doesn't argue
with his father?

And the Pudding Club?

They argued about the Pudding Club?
I doubt that very much.

What exactly is the Pudding Club?

Well, um.

Back in the mists of time,

when food in school
was less palatable than it is now,

some senior boys
pooled their resources

and arranged to have meals
delivered from London.

The catering has improved
but the club survives.

It's a tradition,

and we're rather keen on tradition
here at Devington.

So its purpose is social.

Exactly. There's a Pudding Club
scholarship, but apart from that,

members dine once a week
on suet pudding

and are allowed to walk
on the grass in Main Quad.

That's about the extent of it.

Oh, apart from the cufflinks.

The silver spoons.
Only to be worn by members.

So you were here yourself, then?

Oh, yes. I'm an old Devingtonian.

And apart from three happy years
at Oxford,

Devington School has been my life
since I was 12.

Not my career Inspector,
my life.

Was Daniel a member
of the Pudding Club?

Oh, yes.

As were Anthony and Sir Walter.

Anthony was a contemporary
of mine here.

We were great, great chums,
and still are.

Tell me about the scholarship.

It's awarded to Pudding Club members
who show particular promise

and wish to join
the diplomatic service.

The school
has excellent contacts there.

Was Daniel in the running
for a scholarship?

I was very much in favour of Daniel.

But I don't quite see

what this has to do with
catching Daniel's attacker.

I'm just filling in the background
details, Mr Eckersley-Hyde.

I'd like to look at Daniel's room
now, if I may.

I'll take you myself.
Thank you

Something of interest?

Probably not.

These would normally
be by the basin, wouldn't they?

Do you have a son, Inspector?

No, I have a daughter.

Then you have been spared.

Personal hygiene and the adolescent
male are rarely on speaking terms.

I'd like to see Charlie Meynell now,
please, if I may

and I'd like this room left just as
it is until further notice. Alright.

CLASS BELL
Walk. Walk!

I word about Charles Meynell.

Um...There have been
disciplinary problems.

I'm sure the boy will come right
in the end

but he has a bit of a -
what's the phrase -

a bit of an attitude problem.

I think you should bear that in mind
when talking to him.

Thank you. I will.

Meynell. Visitor.

Yeah.

Some of the local riff-raff on the
village green gave us a bit of lip,

but I didn't see any of them
in Friar's Copse.

Tell me what happened
in Friar's Copse.

I was robbed, that's what happened.
You were robbed?

Of the race.

I caught Daniel,
got the ball off him,

then that creep Heywood jumped me
from behind.

Isn't that against the rules?

Rules? There aren't any rules.

First one back to the Porter's Lodge
with the ball wins,

it doesn't matter
how you do it.

So what did you do
after Heywood jumped you?

I strolled back to the school
with some of the others.

You gave up on the race?

What's the point when you've got the
whole Pudding Club on your case?

What's the Pudding Club
got to do with it?

They fixed it so Daniel would win,
obviously.

Hey, don't get me wrong.

Daniel was a good bloke.

He was the only one of those
arrogant bastards I actually liked.

I take it you are not a member
of the Pudding Club.

Me? No way.

And Daniel was only a member because
of his Dad. Have you met his Dad?

Yes. I have.

He's a psycho, right?

Daniel wanted out of the club,
he hated it as much as me.

There was a huge bust-up between him
and his old man over it.

What about Daniel wanting to leave
the club?

Yes. You can't leave the Pudding
Club once you're in. It's not done.

It's bad form.

I heard there was a bit of a ruck
in the Pudding Club room

the night before the race.

What sort of a ruck?

Between Daniel and Marcus Heywood.

Heywood accused Daniel
of fraternising with the villagers.

Betraying club secrets.
It's pathetic.

They're like kids in a gang.
DOOR KNOCKS

Come.

What is it, Ludlow?
Message for Inspector Barnaby,
Mr Meynell.

Sergeant Troy is in the refectory,
when you're ready, sir.

Thank you

Weirdo. This whole place is full
of psychos and weirdos.

Early lunch, Troy?

Fantastic sausages. Mrs Bosworth
gets them sent from Lincolnshire.

Tell me about the knife they found.

It's a steak knife, sir.

Serrated blade.
Distinctive bone handle.

It was found 30 or 40 yards
from the path

the boys were running along.

Forensic are checking for prints
and blood type.

Well done, Troy.

That's not all.

A chap called Dennis Carter called.

He's a groundsman
here at the school,

moonlights as the local
taxi service.

Anyway, he was driving past
Friar's Copse yesterday,

roundabout the time Daniel
was attacked.

Said he saw something.
What?

Wouldn't say on the phone.

He sounded very nervous.

You know what they're like
in these villages.

Indeed I do.

You enjoyed that, my lovely?
Delicious, Mrs Bosworth.

Can I tempt you to a sausage,
Inspector?
No, thank you.

Lobsters!

School food has improved
since my day.

They're not for the boys, silly.
They're for the top table.

Now then, what about pudding?

How about a little spotted dick
and custard?

That would be nice.
I'm sorry, we've got no time.

Shame. Anytime you fancy
trying it, Sergeant,

you know where to come.

Smashing lady.

Come on, Troy.
Let's talk to Dennis Carter.

I was on my way
back up to the school

to mow the first XI cricket pitch,

so it must've been about half three.

I was coming through Friar's Copse,

this motorbike came round the bend
the other way.

He was going that fast, he almost
had me in the ditch.

Did you see who it was?

I don't like this.

This is not easy, you know.

Who was it, Mr Carter?

What's going on, Dad?

It's the police from Causton.

This is my daughter, Julia.

What's this about?

A boy from Devington School was
murdered in Friar's Copse yesterday.

Yeah. I heard about it.

We're asking people in the village

if they might've seen someone
or something out of the ordinary.

Did you see anything, Dad?

I saw Paul Starkey

riding that bloody motorbike
away from Friar's Copse,

that's what I saw.

Paul Starkey wouldn't murder anyone.

Who's Paul Starkey?

Ray Starkey's son, landlord
of the Chalk and Gown.

Julia's right.

Paul's not a bad lad.

He's had his moments, but murdering
someone that just doesn't fit.

You say Paul Starkey had his
moments. What do you mean, exactly?

He's a bit of tearaway,
motorbikes and so on.

Then there was that business
up at the Annexe.

What's the Annexe?

They're allowing girls
at the school now.

They board in the village at the
Annexe. Cause nothing but trouble.

What kind of trouble?

What kind do you think?

Were you in the village yesterday?

No. I was in Causton all day.

I was at Causton bus station.

All day?

I missed my bus,

then I changed my mind
and I came back home.

Psst!

Sir.

(WHISPERS) Are you the police?

Yes, Sir.

How can we help?
In here. Quickly.

I want to talk to you. It's about
the murder of Daniel Talbot.

"Anthony Talbot

"sighted driving to Manor at..."

What do you have?

2:55.

Let's allow for letting you in,
say, 2:53.

As policemen you will appreciate
the importance of accuracy

in these matters.

You wanted to talk to us
about Daniel Talbot, Mr, um...

Carew. Dudley Carew.

You must understand that I can only
talk in the broadest terms.

Why must I understand that?

The eyes and ears of Devington
School are everywhere

in this village.

"The Royal Family: Are they working
for the Kremlin?" by Dudley Carew.

You wrote this, did you, sir?

Yes. I contribute to all sorts
of periodicals,

but my main area of research
is Devington School

and its malign influence
on 20th century history.

That is fascinating, Mr Carew,
but this is a murder...

..Take the Vietnam War.

Or the invasion of Afghanistan.

In every case, a trail of blood
leads back to Devington School.

I have documentary proof
that Lee Harvey Oswald was here,

in Midsomer Parva,

two weeks before he assassinated
President John F Kennedy.

Now where's that paper?

Someone has been interfering with
my filing system. You!

Did you touch anything on this desk?
Eh? Did you?

I haven't been near your desk.

You were a pupil at Devington
School, weren't you, Mr Carew?

How do you know? Who told you?

That's you
in this school photograph.

You're sitting between Anthony
Talbot and Jonathan Eckersley-Hyde,

if I'm not mistaken.

Yes. Well. I was there briefly.

The standard of teaching was abysmal
so I left.

Enquiring minds were not encouraged.

And it's much the same now, as poor
Daniel would have told you.

What did you want to tell us
about Daniel Talbot, Mr Carew?

Daniel was a fine young man,
an honest young man,

and he paid the price for it.

Are you saying
you know who killed Daniel?

What?

No, not as yet.

The picture is incomplete.

All I say is, look
at the school, not the village.

That is where you will find
the answer. The school.

Ooh! It's that lovely policeman
again.

I think you've been following me,
sergeant.

Hello, Mrs Bosworth.

Who's that with her?

Martin Fulmer. In charge of sport
at the school.

The one handing out water
in the lane.

That's right. Didn't budge
until the end of the race.

Lots of witnesses.

Yes, gentlemen, what can I get you?

A small scotch for me, please,
and an orange juice.

Sir?

There we are.
Thank you

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby,

this is Detective Sergeant Troy.

We'd like to speak to your son,
Paul, please.

Is he here?
No. He's gone out.

I don't know where he is,
I'm afraid.

I reckon Paul Starkey's bolted.

Why would he do that?

It's not looking good for him,
is it?

Looks like the murder weapon
came from his Dad's pub.

He was seen driving away from the
scene of the crime at high speed,

plus he's the local bad boy.

I reckon we should put out
an all vehicle alert.

Are you Paul Starkey?

Yes.

I'd like a word with you, please.

OK. Let's go through this again.

You left the pub at 2 o'clock
and went for a ride.

That's right, I just rode around.

And on the way back,

you drove so fast
through Friar's Copse

you almost forced
Dennis Carter off the road.

Fast? Dennis Carter don't know
the meaning of the word.

Paul, I'm going to ask you
just once more.

Were you in Friar's Copse
yesterday afternoon?

No, I wasn't.

I told you.

Can I have a word please, sir?

They've found some fresh tyre tracks
in Friar's Copse. Just here.

There? Are you sure?

Yes, sir. Definitely a motorbike.
And cigarette ends. Starkey's brand.

Starkey is lying.

I'm sure he was in Friar's Copse
yesterday afternoon.

So let's arrest him, sir.

But I don't think he killed Daniel
Talbot. It doesn't add up, Troy.

The boys leave the lane and run down
the path through the wood here.

Charlie Meynell catches Daniel
about here,

gets the ball off him,

then Charlie is tackled
by Marcus Heywood.

Daniel gets the ball back and
along the path towards the school.

So he must have been attacked
somewhere between here and here.

Right.

Paul Starkey parks his bike here,
makes his way through the wood,

hides in the bushes, waits.

Along comes Daniel,
Starkey jumps out, does the deed.

And then what?

Does he run straight back
to his bike? No, he does not.

For some reason he goes off in
another direction. Up there. Look.

Chucks away his knife up there
and then, and only then,

goes back to his bike.

Sir?

Ta.

Oh! Forensic on the knife.

No prints.

The blood matches Daniel Talbot's.

Traces of ammonia, ascetic acid
and other chemicals.

A common cleaning agent,
apparently.

There's something
at the back of my mind

about the end
of that race yesterday.

COCK CROWS

I can't think what it is.

Sir, if we don't formally arrest
Paul Starkey

we'll have to let him go.

Alright, Troy. Arrest him.

Can I go home now?

'Fraid not, Paul.

FOOTSTEPS

What the hell do you want, Heywood?

Get him.

Evening, Mr Meynell.

MR TALBOT: Gentlemen!

If I may have your attention,
please, for one moment.

The police have arrested the man
who killed my son, Daniel.

He's a villager.

But that doesn't mean it's over.

Outsiders will see this
as an opportunity to snoop and pry

into the affairs of the school.

But you must remember

that your first loyalty
is to the Pudding Club.

Always.

Loyalty is our greatest strength.

Carry on, gentlemen.

Goodnight, Mr Talbot.
Goodnight, Ludlow.

Mr Talbot.

About this villager
that's been arrested.

It's not Paul Starkey is it?

Yes, Heywood, it is. Why?

There's something you really ought
to know about Paul Starkey, sir.

It's about him and Daniel.

I'll ask the police to interview
Marcus Heywood at the Manor,

away from prying eyes.
Of course, Anthony.

Anthony, one tiny, tiny thing.
The Pudding Club meeting last night.

What of it?

Well, you might have mentioned it
to me.

The Pudding Club does not need
your permission to meet.

Of course not, Anthony.

But there was a time
when you and I worked as a team

where the club was concerned.

In harness together,
shoulder-to-shoulder.

And now...
..Look, if you've got
something to say, just say it.

You no longer take me
into your confidence.

Take poor Archie Bellingham.

It says here he was due back
from Kuala Lumpur.

I thought he was posted to Paris
with you.

Has it not occurred to you
that information like that

may be confidential
for security reasons?

Of course. Forgive me.

And while we're on the subject,

I was the one who spotted
Bellingham's potential

and I was the one who proposed him
for the Pudding Club,

very much against your best wishes,
I recall.

I'll see you at the Manor.

We got the results back from the
lab, Paul. The tyre tracks match.

It was you in Friar's Copse,
wasn't it?

You were there at the same time
Daniel Talbot was stabbed.

The attacker used a knife
from your father's pub.

Now do you understand, Paul,
what kind of trouble you're in?

I didn't kill him.

I want to believe you.

But you must stop lying to me.

My Dad'll go mad.

About what?

Alright.

I was in Friar's Copse

because I had a message
to meet Dave.

Who's Dave?

Dave Winch.

He works up in the kitchens
up at the school.

Mrs Bosworth and my Dad,
they've got this little deal.

Any surplus left
in the school kitchens,

my Dad helps her get rid of.

Like leftover lobsters?

How did you know about the lobsters?

My amazing powers of deduction,
Paul.

So you met Winch in Friar's Copse?

No. He never showed up.

I hung around for a bit,
then I went home.

You got a message from Dave Winch.
Who gave you the message?

One of the barmaids in the pub said
he'd phoned up.

I thought that was a bit weird
'cause he usually comes in himself

or Marcus Heywood brings
the message.

Why would Marcus Heywood deliver
messages for Dave Winch?

Marcus is always
in the Chalk and Gown.

So Marcus goes to the village pub,
does he?

Yeah, it's out of bounds
to the school,

but there's a room upstairs
Dad let's them use.

Who's them?

Boys from the school.

Some of the girls, too.

How do they get from the school
to the pub?

Dennis Carter takes them
in his old banger.

Don't tell Dad I told you.

He'll kill me.

Winch works at the school,
doesn't he?

So we assume he knows all about
the St Malley's Day Race.

Why does he arrange to meet
Paul Starkey in Friar's Copse

on the one day he knows it will be
crawling with people?

He never intended to turn up.
Winch set Paul Starkey up.

Or he didn't send the message
in the first place.

PHONE RINGS

Causton CID.

Yes, he's here.

Anthony Talbot.

My sister Arabella is
in the 6th form at Devington, sir,

and she and Daniel

were, well, an item.

An item?

You know, seeing each other.

Why didn't you mention this before,
Marcus?

It didn't seem important

until I heard that you'd arrested
Paul Starkey.

What's Paul Starkey got
to do with it?

Well, he was always pestering
Arabella,

hanging round the Annexe and so on.

He was sort of stalking her.

Marcus, do you know someone
called Dave Winch?

I believe he works
in the school kitchens.

No.

Why would I know somebody
who works in the kitchens?

What are you driving at, Barnaby?

Do you ever go to the Chalk
and Gown, Marcus?

The Chalk and Gown is strictly
out of bounds.

Do you?

Mr Eckersley-Hyde's just told you,
sir.

The Chalk and Gown is out of bounds.

Alright, Marcus.

Thank you, thank you very much
for your help.

Come along, Heywood.

The boy comes in here to help
and what do you do?

Make a string of vile insinuations.

I'm making enquiries, Mr Talbot,
not insinuations.

I hope you're not one of these
chip-on-the-shoulder types

who always take the criminal's side,
Barnaby.

No, I'm one of those
let's-do-the-job-properly types.

It was just totally devastating.
I still can't believe it.

You must have been very fond
of Daniel.

I adored Dan.
He was a sweet boy.

Tell me about Paul Starkey.

Well, he just sort of hung around,
you know?

He's boring.

He seemed to think I fancied him
which was just ludicrous.

He's quite a good-looking lad?

God, no way. He's gross.

And anyway, he's from the village.

So, you told him you were going out
with Daniel,

and what, was he upset?

He was really hacked off.

What did he say?

Um, he didn't actually say anything,

but he was really hacked off,
I could tell.

Thank you, Arabella. You'd better
get off to your class now.

What have you got next?

French. I'm totally hopeless
at French.

Can I see?

Merci.

Mmmm. Looks fine to me.

Mind you, I was never any good
at French either.

Where exactly did you and Daniel go
when you went out together?

You know, just out.

You ever go to the Chalk and Gown?

This is not about breaking
school rules, Arabella.

I'm not interested in that.

(SIGHS) I go sometimes with Marcus
and the Pudding Club lot.

And Daniel went as well?

Sometimes, yeah.

There's nothing else to do around
here, is there?

CLASS BELL

God, I'm late. Must go.

Troy? Barnaby. How are you
getting along with Paul Starkey?

Nothing new, sir.

We're not dealing with
a criminal mastermind here.

Ask him about Arabella Heywood,
Marcus Heywood's sister.

Ask him what about her, sir?

Whether he knows her. How well.

Don't make a big thing of it.
OK. Got you.

Mr Meynell.

Oh, it's you.

You're taking a bit of a risk,
aren't you?

Walking across the grass like that?
Not really, no.

Oh. Congratulations.

You're a member of the Pudding Club,
are you?

I was invited to fill the vacancy
left by Daniel Talbot.

I thought you hated
the Pudding Club.

God no. It's a hell of an honour,
actually.

You told me that Daniel wanted
to leave the Pudding Club.

Did I? I don't remember saying that.

How about the row between Daniel
and Marcus Heywood

the night before the race?
What row?

Charlie, you told me yourself

there was a fight
in the Pudding Club room

which Eckersley-Hyde
had to break up.

I must have been mistaken.
I wasn't there, was I?

Look, I've got to go.

I'm supervising junior prep.
Excuse me.

Mr Ludlow?

Good morning, sir.

Good morning to you. I wonder,
could you do me a favour?

How long have you worked here,
Mr Ludlow?

About 35 years, sir.

I left the village school,
did a few years in the army

and then came here.

You must be very attached
to Devington.

Yes, sir. I am.

Particularly as my father
was Porter here before me.

So it runs in the family, does it?
Like the Talbots.

My father was Porter when
Sir Walter Talbot was a pupil.

Sir Walter was a great man.
Did a lot for the school.

And Anthony Talbot is keeping up
the tradition.

Oh, yes. Very much so, sir.

I suppose if anyone knows
what goes on in this school,

it'd be you.

I do my job, sir,
and leave it at that.

What about the Pudding Club?

I have the honour of being steward
of the Pudding Club.

What does that involve?
Not a lot.

I take the puddings to the
club room, tidy up afterwards,

same as my father did.

On the night before the race,

was there a fight
in the Pudding Club room?

I don't think so, sir.

They make a fair bit of noise
alright, but it's just high spirits.

It's hard to get people to talk
about the Pudding Club, isn't it?

There's not much to say,
if truth be told.

You must remember, sir,

the school is in mourning
at the moment.

Oh, of course.

I wonder, would you mind seeing

if Marcus Heywood is in his room,
Mr Ludlow?

Yes, sir.

Sorry, sir. He's not there.

Oh well, it's not a problem.
I'll speak to him later.

Arabella Heywood certainly did not
write this card, Troy.

Wrong writing.

I don't think she ever went out
with Daniel at all.

Why was she trying to make out
she was?

I don't know. Trying to incriminate
Paul Starkey?

To cover for her brother?

Maybe Marcus Heywood and Charlie
Meynell were in it together.

They've both benefitted
from Daniel's death, didn't they?

Marcus is captain of the school

and Charlie got into
the whatsit club.

But then we get back to the problem
of the knife, Troy.

Witnesses saw Meynell and Heywood

making their way back
towards the school.

Neither of them would've
had the time to double back

and drop the knife
where we found it.

So it can't have been anyone
taking part in the race.

I don't see how it could be.

They're all accounted for.
Are you hungry?

Now you mention it.

Get yourself up to the school,
drop in on Mrs Bosworth.

And talk to Dave Winch.

See if he really left a message
for Paul Starkey at the pub.

Afternoon, Dennis.
Can I have a word, please?

I'm due back at work.
This won't take a moment.

Tell me about the pub run.

The what?

When you pick boys up
from the school

and take them
to the Chalk and Gown.

I don't know anything about that.

I've got better things to do
with my time, Dennis,

than make trouble for you,

but that's exactly what I will do
if you are not straight with me.

Alright, alright. They phone me
from the school.

Who phones you?

Nowadays it's usually
that Marcus Heywood.

I go up behind the school and wait
for them to climb over the wall

then run them to the Chalk.

They go in through the back door.

Did Daniel Talbot ever go
to the Chalk and Gown?

No. I never took him there.

Where did you take him?

To Dudley Carew's.

What was he doing at Carew's?

How should I know? I swore to Daniel
I wouldn't tell a soul.

Thank you, Dennis.

You were right to tell me.

He was the best of that lot,
was Daniel Talbot.

I thought you'd come here.
I saw you talking to my Dad.

Where's Mr Carew?

In Causton. There's a meeting
of the Flat Earth Society.

May I come in?

You sent this to Daniel, didn't you?

I'm sorry.

(SOBS) It's alright.

It's a relief to talk about it.

Where did you meet Daniel?

Here.

Everyone in the village thinks
that Dudley is a loony

but he's a really good person
to talk to.

I used to come in when my Mum and
Dad were splitting up.

Then one evening Daniel came round
to see Dudley.

That was the first time we met.

What did Daniel want with Mr Carew?

To talk.

About the school mostly.

How he hated it and wanted to leave,
stuff like that.

Anyway, I came round one evening,

Daniel was here, and Dudley was in
a terrible state.

How do you mean?

It was something Daniel
had told him.

What?

Neither of them would say.

But that's when he started talking
about running away.

And you were going to run away
with him.

I think that someone
was watching him.

That's why he decided to run away
on St Malley's Day.

Everyone would be up at the school.

And you were waiting for him
at Causton bus station.

I think you'd better go now,
my dear. Come and see me later.

Will you be alright?
Yes, I'll be fine.

You came alone?

Yes, I came alone.

Mr Carew,

why was Daniel Talbot
planning to run away?

I told you before -

the picture is incomplete.

Look at the school.

Look at the Pudding Club room.

Do you mean the Pudding Club
scholarship?

Scholarship? Conspiracy, more like.
Please, Mr Carew.
No more conspiracy theories.

I'm talking about money.
The acquisition of wealth.

That's the true purpose
of the Pudding Club.

And how is this money acquired?

Diplomats enjoy many privileges.

Immunity, freedom of movement,
diplomatic bag.

Use your imagination.

Never mind wild allegations, can
you give me some details, facts?

Sir Walter's health
had been deteriorating

and with it his influence
over the school.

And a struggle for control of
the Pudding Club has been raging.

Archie Bellingham was a victim
of that struggle.

As was poor Daniel.

Archie Bellingham is missing...
A-ha.

..but Daniel Talbot was murdered.

I know Daniel was frightened.

I saw him at the start
of the race.

The start of the race?

Yes, I was with friends.

You were at the school for the
St Malley's Day race with friends?

In that case, how can I trust you?

How do I know you're
not working for them?

For God's sake.

The Pudding Club has strong links
with the police force!

I've said all I'm going to say.
So now you must leave.

Go! Go!

I don't know how you can eat.

There's a lot to be done.

And one of us has got to be
in a fit state to do it.

Miranda, Anthony, forgive me
for disturbing you.

I didn't realise you were
having dinner.

It's alright, I've had just about
all I can stomach.

This won't take long.

What's so important, Jonathan?
Leaky roof in the science block?

Graffiti in the junior common room?

What is it, Jonathan?

The Pudding Club meeting
last night.

Not that again.

Charles Meynell tells me
he was elected to club

with you as his proposer.
Yes, that's right.

Are you thinking of putting Meynell
up for the scholarship?

No. I'm awarding him
the scholarship.

He's sound. He's got potential.

The Heywood boy is nothing but
a feckless oik. He isn't up to it.

But to go ahead without
consulting me, Ants.

How many more times
do I have to tell you,

would you please
stop calling me that.

And would you stop wittering on
to all and sundry

about how we were best friends
at Devington.

My recollection is that we were very
far from best friends.

I have always been your friend.

The school flourishes and
you flourish with it because of me.

Frankly, Jonathan,
without my support,

I think you'd be hard pushed to find
a job teaching dogs to bark.

Veritatem dies aperit.

Time reveals the truth.

COCK CROWS

Morning, Mr Fulmer.
What can I do for you?

Move your heavy roller for a start.

You've left it slap bang
in the middle of the 1st XI pitch.

I never did.
Go and see for yourself.

Damn hooligans.

Oh, my God.

When's he going to be moved,
sergeant?

There's a 1st XI match against
St Elphin's on Saturday.

We've got more important things
than cricket on our minds.

If Carew's left any dents
I'll need time to flatten them.

You're going to have to be patient.
He's lying where the spin
bowlers pitch it.

Mr Carter, please.

Please!

What happened, sir?

Smothered with a meat pudding,

flattened by the roller and
bashed about the head,

though not necessarily
in that order.

Think it could be accidental, sir?

This is no time for jokes, Troy.
Sorry.

When do we
have to let Paul Starkey go?

5 o'clock this evening. Why?

Remember the cleaning fluid
on the steak knife?

Apparently it's used
in cleaning silverware.

So why would you use it
on a stainless steel steak knife?

So it could have come
from the murderer.
Exactly.

So if forensics can find a drop
of that same cleaning fluid

on the roller
or on Carew's body,

we'll know it's not Paul Starkey.

Poor old loony Carew.

I wonder how many will mourn him.

Mourn him.

The whole school is in mourning.

Troy, we are going to Friar's Copse.

It was something Ludlow
said to me yesterday.

The whole school is in mourning.

I knew what's been bothering me
about the St Malley's Day Race.

What's that, sir?

All the boys that took part
were wearing black arm bands

in memory of Sir Walter Talbot.

OK. They were all wearing
black arm bands. But...

At least they were when
they set off.

Go!

Go! Go! Go!

And then I remembered,

Daniel wasn't wearing his black arm
band when he got back to the school.

So what happened to it?

Probably came off in the struggle,
sir.

Exactly. Which means it's probably
still somewhere in the wood.

Which means we have been looking
in the wrong place.

Now this is where Charlie Meynell
caught Daniel.

And then Charlie Meynell
was tackled by Marcus.

And Daniel gets the ball back.

We've been assuming,
haven't we,

that Daniel carried on
along the path back to the school.

He did, didn't he?

He was trying to get away, Troy,
not go back to the school.

What if he took a diversion?

By the time Daniel got to here

he'd be out of sight of the others,
wouldn't he?

There's a track through here, sir.

Footprints here, sir.

Yes!

Hey, hey.

Black armband.

We're getting somewhere at last,
Troy.

Sir!

Signs of a struggle here.

Yes, this is where Daniel
was attacked.

But what did he come here for?

See?

I think he'd hidden
his holdall here.

He came back for it,
but someone was waiting for him.

So what did they do with
the holdall?

Whoever stabbed him took it back
to his room

while everyone was in the Main Quad.

There was fresh mud and tree bark
on it.

And they didn't have time
to unpack it properly either

because his toothpaste and his razor
were still in it.

It's ironic.

Daniel gets wounded but he manages
to escape from his attacker.

What can he do?

The only way he can get help

is to go back to the place
he was trying to escape from.

Where he's welcomed like a hero.

DOOR KNOCKS
Come.

Excuse me, Headmaster,

the police are about to remove
Mr Carew from the cricket pitch.

Thank you, Ludlow.

A troubled end to a troubled life.

He was not the happiest of men, sir.

Still, mors omnia solvit.

Death resolves everything.

Marcus Heywood and Charlie Meynell

have been giving us the runaround

since the very beginning,
haven't they?

Sir.
Thank you.

Forensic report.

Traces of cleaning fluid on
the roller and Carew's clothing.

We can release Paul Starkey then.

Yes, sir.

By the way,

I know where Charlie Meynell and
Marcus Heywood will be tonight.

Quiet, please!

Quiet!

Right.

Well we're here today to celebrate
Charlie's admission

to the Pudding Club.

There was a time when I thought
Charlie wouldn't come up to scratch.

But I'm pleased to say he seems
to have come good in the end.

Try and sound as if you mean it,
Heywood.

ALL: To Charlie.

Glad you seen sense about young
Paul, Inspector.

Evening, Mr Ludlow.

DRUNKEN SINGING

Private party.

Locals?

That's right, yeah.
Someone's birthday, I think.

SINGING CONTINUES

Why aren't you singing?

Because I don't feel like it.
That's all.

Come on, Marcus.
don't be a bad loser.

Sorry, what have I lost?

You know.

No, I'm afraid I don't.

Now that Daniel's gone, I'm the one.

Charlie, you are so totally the one.

You thought you'd get
the scholarship,

but I'm afraid
it's going to be me now.

Anthony Talbot's as good as told me.

You're wrong. And take
your hands off my sister.

Actually, I rather think
she's got her hands on me.

Sorry, folks.
I shall go and have a word.

Don't worry, Mr Starkey,
we will attend to it.

That's enough.

Mr Starkey, will you ask
Dennis Carter

to take these ladies and gentlemen
back to where they belong, please?

Right away.
Out.

Quick as you can. Straight out.
Not you two.

C'mon! You heard him!

Right.

You two have got a choice.

Either you start telling me
the truth,

or I will throw the book at you.

TROY: Keep it going, guys. Out!
My parents would kill me.

Mine too.

Right.

I'll be up to the school first thing
tomorrow morning

and I want your cooperation please,
or I'll charge you both.

Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.

Here we go, boys. Keep up, keep up.
That's it.

Come on, boys. Quickly now.

I want to see you swimming
not splashing.

Oh, my God.

THUNDER PEELS

DOOR KNOCKS
Come.

What news, Ludlow?

The police have confirmed it's
Mr Bellingham's body, Headmaster.

And the boys?

Somewhat shaken,

but Mrs Bosworth is preparing them
a special breakfast.

Do you wish to inspect
Mr Bellingham's body, sir?

No, I do not, Ludlow.

I suppose I better phone Anthony
and break the news.

Yes, sir. Mr Talbot will be most
upset about Mr Bellingham.

Indeed he will, Ludlow.

I'm afraid there's more bad news,
Headmaster.

Marcus Heywood has disappeared.

Oh, no.

What are we to do, Ludlow?

You'll get us through, Headmaster.

Will I, Ludlow?

Yes, sir.

I'm sure of it.

You're up to it, sir.

Look, Pudding Club cufflinks.

So that's the missing diplomat?
Yes.

Must've been dead over a week.

Look, he's taken a massive blow
to the head.

Similar to Dudley Carew.

(GASPS)
Are you alright, Troy?

Ah...Yeah.

I've just been talking
to Charlie Meynell.

Apparently, Marcus Heywood
has gone missing.

I think I know where to start
looking for young Marcus.

Where's Marcus, Arabella?

How should I know?

That story you told me

about you and Daniel Talbot
being an item,

that was a lie, wasn't it?

Marcus made me say it.

Why?

Marcus said that Daniel was going
out with a girl in the village.

He said that if it came out

it would look really bad
for the Pudding Club.

So he told me to say that I was
going out with Daniel.

And Paul Starkey wasn't pestering
you, was he?

You were pestering him.

We all thought Paul Starkey killed
Daniel, we were trying to help.

Lying to the police
during a murder investigation.

That's serious, Arabella.

Marcus said it might help him
get the scholarship.

Where is he?

In my room.

The Headmaster told me

he was going to put me up
for the Pudding Club scholarship

but that Daniel was up for one
as well,

which I thought was really unfair.
Why?

Well, because it's Sir Walter
who decides

and he's Daniel's grandfather.

Obviously, I didn't stand a chance.

Anyway, Daniel started behaving
all weird.

He talked about leaving
the Pudding Club

and about leaving the school
and so on.

And there were these rumours
he was seeing a village girl,

so I told the Headmaster.
And what did he say?

He said I'd done the right thing.

He said that he'd speak
to Daniel's father

and they would sort it out
between themselves.

He said I'd done myself
a lot of good.

Tell me about the day of the race.

The Headmaster told the Pudding Club
to make sure Daniel won the race.

But that idiot Charlie Meynell
caught the ball.

I managed to get it off him.

So I lobbed the ball to Daniel

but the sad bastard wouldn't run.

Go, Dan.

Then, thank God, he came
to his senses and took off.

Now I had to try to keep up
with Daniel,

make sure nobody got to him,

but I was completely knackered

and by the time
we got to Friar's Copse,

Charlie Meynell was ahead of me,

so I just about managed
to keep them both in sight

then Charlie caught Daniel.

So I gave Charlie a slap or two,

and sat on him until Daniel
was out of sight.

What did you do then?

I left the path, looking for a quiet
place to have a cigarette,

then I heard someone coming
through the woods in my direction.

There wasn't time to run,
so I waited.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

(SNIFFS)

Mr Heywood, I'd appreciate it
if you didn't mention seeing me

in the Copse this afternoon.

To anyone.

And I'll say nothing
about the cigarettes.

Alright, Ludlow.

It was bizarre.

He was wearing these white gloves

that he uses to polish
the Pudding Club spoons.

Anything else?

Oh, wait a minute.
He was carrying some sort of bag.

But what I couldn't work out

was how Ludlow got to Friar's Copse
so quickly.

Because he was in the Porter's Lodge
at the start of the race.

You know, it's a physical
impossibility.

Did you actually see him
at the Lodge?

No, but he must have been there
because he starts the race.

He's the one that rings the bell,

you know, it's sort of
his big moment.

Why didn't you tell us this before?

Ludlow came to see me that night
in my room.

He told me that Paul Starkey
had killed Daniel

and I shouldn't try
to complicate matters.

Just wanted to refresh your memory,
Mr Heywood,

about the need for discretion.

There's nothing wrong
with my memory.

I sincerely hope not, Mr Heywood.

He said that Anthony Talbot
would be very pleased.

So I thought, great, Pudding Club
scholarship in the bag.

And then Anthony Talbot tells
Charlie Meynell he's getting it.

After all I'd done.

It should have been me,
shouldn't it?

I was so totally up for it.

I was perfect.

Why did Daniel change his mind
and pick up the ball, sir?

What he really wanted was to be last

so he could leave the race
without being noticed.

But the Pudding Club ruined that.

The only other option was to be
in the lead.
Exactly.

Build up a big lead, make sure
he wasn't being watched,

get away from the path, pick up
the bag, change.

I think the idea was to cut
across to the main road,

get the bus to Causton.

But Ludlow was waiting for him.

But then old Eckersley-'whatsit',
the headmaster,

saw Ludlow in the Porter's Lodge
just before the race.

He was lying. Look at the School.
That's what Dudley Carew said.

It looks like the old fella
was right.

Mr Ludlow?

Hello?

Sir, look at this.

Automatic timer. Looks brand new.

He could have linked that
to the electric bell.

And the school clock.

Didn't you say Eckersley-Hyde waited
for it to strike 3:00?

Yes, and there was a slight delay
before the bell went off.

CLOCK CHIMES

Ludlow, the bell.

The bell, Ludlow.

BELL SOUNDS

I've just remembered something
else Carew said to me.

Look at the School.
Look at the Pudding Club room.

There's no switch here.

Sir.

Stuff for polishing silver.

And one of Ludlow's gloves.

Sir.

It's the other glove.

Under the panelling?

So it must be...

..Listen.

KNOCKS HOLLOW

I suppose there's no point
in me telling you

the Pudding Club room is
out of bounds to non-members.

None whatsoever.

Ah.

I'm afraid Ludlow has been
under pressure of late.

Mistakes are creeping in.

Look at this lot.

Yes, Sergeant.

Look at this lot indeed.

Gold from South America,
bronzes from Africa,

ivories from Afghanistan.

All stolen by Pudding Club members
in the diplomatic service.

A-ha. I hear the paranoid tones
of Dudley Carew.

He was right though, wasn't he?

He was wrong
in one important respect.

This is not for our personal
enrichment. It is for the school.

And the Pudding Club.

Charitable works?

Sir Walter was a visionary.

Under his leadership, the club
became an elite within an elite,

the crAeme de la crAeme,

dedicated to furthering the aims
and ideals of Devington School.

And what ideals are those?

Honour. Service.

Patriotism.

Old-fashioned values like that.

It's still theft, Mr Eckersley-Hyde,
whatever you do with it.

What about Anthony Talbot?

I'm afraid he didn't share
Sir Walter's high ideals.

He saw the Pudding Club as a means
of making money for himself.

And Daniel was caught up
in the middle of all this, was he?

Yes, Daniel was a sensitive
and intelligent boy

but his father bullied him
mercilessly.

As a result, Daniel turned
against the school

and everything it stood for.

I thought perhaps I might succeed
where his father had failed.

I revealed to Daniel the true heart
and soul of Devington School.

I don't understand.

All this belongs
to the Pudding Club?

It belongs to the school.

It belongs to all of us.

See this?

It was once in a museum in Kabul.

The museum was ransacked
and burnt to the ground.

Thanks to the Pudding Club,
this piece is safe, here, with us.

You mean it's stolen.
Saved.

All of this - saved.

And then sold.

To provide scholarships and books
and computers and playing fields.

And my grandfather started this.

You can continue the tradition,
Daniel.

Trust me.
No.

For the sake of the school.

I don't want anything to do with it.

I failed.

Daniel confided in Dudley Carew,
of all people.

In the end, sad to say, Daniel
just wasn't up to it.

So he decided to run away.

Yes.

The day before the race, he packed
a bag and hid it in Friar's Copse.

Ludlow followed him, and then came
and asked me what to do.

And what did you say, sir?

I told him to do his duty as Steward
of the Pudding Club.

Which is?

Tidying up.

Archie Bellingham?

You see this?

Years of planning
went into acquiring this.

Then Anthony and Bellingham decided
that they should have it.

Bellingham was a petty thief.
A second-rater.

Typical of the sort Anthony
was bringing into the club.

Not up to it.

Where is Mr Ludlow now, sir?

Doing his duty.

Tidying up.

BELL RINGS

I've come to see Mr Talbot.

Ludlow, what on earth
are you doing here?

Pudding Club business, Mr Talbot.

Not now, Ludlow. I'm busy.

Sir Walter's door was always open
for me, day and night.

Well, mine isn't. Please leave.

I'm afraid this can't wait.

My God.
You have been very remiss,
Mr Talbot.

It was you.
Very remiss indeed.

I'm calling the police.

Ludlow, for God's sake,
try and get a grip of yourself.

Ludlow, for God's sake,
what's the matter with you?

Ludlow! Ludlow!

There must be some sort
of arrangement we can come to

for goodness sakes man.

I'm sure we can come to
some sort of arrangement.

There is no need to behave
like this, Ludlow.

I beg you, please don't hurt me.

Miranda! Miranda! Call the police.

SIRENS WAIL

As I always thought, Mr Talbot, sir.
Just not up to it.

Don't go.

You were Daniel's friend,
weren't you?

Yes.

Well, I'm pleased to meet you
at last.

What's your name?

Julia.

I'd better go.

You don't have to.

Stay for a bit.

Alright.

Charlie Meynell was right.

What about, sir?

The Pudding Club.

He said they were like kids
in a gang.

In the end it wasn't about money,

it was about who was in
and who was out.

Who was the leader.
Who was top dog.

School. Supposed to be the happiest
days of your life.

That's what they say, Troy.

I never did get that.

TEACHER: Don't run in the corridor,
boy.

Why aren't you in lessons, boy?

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