All language subtitles for Midsomer murders s06e03

VEHICLE APPROACHES

(WHISTLES)

Get a move on, Linda!

OK, that'll do.

Did you bring the strongroom receipt?

OK.

You'd better get back.

Hm?

Now, Tony! Go!

Get off it!

(DOG BARKS)

Hey! Hey, stop that!

Stop that!
The bag! Come on!

Let go!
Stop that, I say!

Now, be careful, my dear.

Now come and sit down
while I ring for the ambulance.

Oh!
I'll look after you.

You've got nothing -
Get off me, you old fool!

DOG BARKS

Magnificent.

Oh!

What are you looking for, Joyce?

My brushes.

Well, isn't that them there?
What?

Where?

Behind you.
Where?

In your bag.
Oh!

Oh, yes.

Oh.

Are you all right?

Well, it's my first day.
I'm a bit nervous.

Joyce, it's only the Causton
Watercolour Society.

What have you got
to be nervous about? Thanks.

Well, you know what I mean.

Anyway, you're gonna spend a lovely
day in picturesque Midsomer Florey.

Suppose you're going to tell me

there's been some
grizzly murder there?

No, I'm not.

As far as I know, Midsomer Florey
is a haven of tranquillity.

Now then, everybody, this lovely
lady is Joyce, our new member.

So let's do all we can
to make her feel welcome.

And this is Midsomer Florey.

Now, you're probably thinking, "What
is old Barrett Filby up to now, hm?

This gorgeous place has been painted
and photographed to death.

How on earth can we find
a fresh way of looking at it?"

Well, that is the challenge,
my lovelies.

Coming up with your own
unique interpretation.

Mr Pinkney.

Now find yourselves a spot,

and I'll be round to have a word
before you start.

But surely you can see my position.

Ah! Barnaby, isn't it?

Oh, thank God.

Perhaps now I can get some sense
out of you.

Major Teal.

The golf club.

You were a guest
at the Jubilee dinner.

Oh, yes.
I remember that well.

So, Major Teal,
what can I do for you?

Er, come in.
Thank you. Thank you.

Barrett.

I thought I'd concentrate
on one small area today,

like over there where my house is.

You follow your instincts,
Ann, my darling.

Are we supposed to do
a pencil sketch first?

If that's what turns you on, Alan,
old mate.

Would a 2B pencil be suitable?
Um -

We've decided to
work in gouache today.

Jolly good show, Mrs B.

Hm.

Hello, I'm Tessa Hawksley.

Joyce Barnaby.

Coming here was all
Ann Carter's idea, I bet.

So she could show off her house.

It's not gonna be in my painting,
I can tell you that.

Do you live here?

God, no! We couldn't afford it.

So naturally I went to
the woman's aid.

What did she do?

Hurled me to the ground, called me
all the names under the sun

and ran me over.

She ran you over?
Well, she came very close.

It was a damn near thing.

Poor woman!

She was probably in shock.

She was extraordinarily handsome,
as it happens.

Yeah, well, there seems to have a
been a spate of these bag snatches

in the Midsomer villages, Major Teal.

In fact we set up a special operation
to deal with it.

Operation Pondlife.

In you go.

And this is Sergeant Troy, who's
in charge of Operation Pondlife.

Major Teal, Sergeant Troy.

Major Teal witnessed
a bag-snatching yesterday.

Sir, I've got all this paperwork.

Take a statement from him, please.
But -

A detailed statement.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Major Teal,
got a business meeting to attend.

Of course.

Surely you're too young
to be a sergeant.

They're making my husband
take early retirement, you see.

What does he do?

Colin's the manager
of the local bank.

Oh!
They're closing it down, of course.

It's going to be a wine bar.

Quite appropriate, really,
seeing as Colin's taken to drink.

Oh. Oh, dear.

Does yours?
Does my what?

Does your husband drink?

Well, er, no. He -

Most of them do, you know.

It's the only pleasure left
to men of a certain age.

Well, I'm going to park myself here.
Nice talking to you, Joyce.

MAN WHISTLES A TUNE

You can't go there.
Oh! You made me jump!

That's my place.
Sorry?

I've been working in this exact spot
for six months.

Well, I'll find somewhere else.
Make sure it's well away from me.

I don't want you
breathing down my neck.

Amateurs.

What did Major Teal
have to say, then?

Sounds like it was the same
as the others.

(SIGHS) The scooter was stolen
in Causton.

One hour later they grab this
woman's bag in Midsomer Florey.

According to Teal, anyway.
What do you mean, according to Teal?

Well, the woman, whoever she was,

hasn't reported the theft.

Which seems pretty odd, considering
she was also assaulted,

according to Teal.

Will you stop saying that?

Did he get the woman's
registration number? No.

He was too busy lying in the middle
of the road, admiring her ankles.

Troy, I hope you are taking
Operation Pondlife seriously.

Oh, sir, a kid snatching handbags
isn't really our job, is it?

Yes, it is.

Street crime of this kind erodes
people's confidence in us.

So it is important.
Sir.

MAN WHISTLES A TUNE

Now then, Joyce, let's see what
you've been up to.

I can't get the proportions right.

Oh, never mind that, my lovely.

Um, you've got to loosen up
your drawing.

Look.

Hold the pencil...

..nearer the end, like this.

Now relax your wrist.
That's it.

Let the pencil guide you,
not the other way round.

MAN WHISTLES

(STOPS WHISTLING)

(STARTS WHISTLING AGAIN)

DOOR CLOSES

Tony!

Where are you going, darling?

For a walk.

A walk, darling?

Where?

Oh, nowhere in particular,
sweetheart.

I'm just gonna stretch my legs.

We'll be having lunch in the pub,
Tony.

Why not join us?

Super. Can't wait.

And what is that supposed to be?
It's the house, darling.

What do you think?
What house?

Try to be a bit more supportive,
darling.

I think Ann's making real progress.

You think so, do you?

Well, tell him, Barrett.
Yes.

Well, I-I think she's...

..definitely improving.

He's a little ray of sunshine,
isn't he?

(CHUCKLES) I'll see you in the pub.

Yeah.

Have a nice walk, darling.

I will, sweetheart.
Don't you worry.

What?

Your passport photos
were in that bag.

So?

Look, the local police
are thick as two short planks.

They're not gonna worry
about the photos.

What else was in that bag?

The camera and the binoculars
and the strongroom receipt.

(GRUNTS)

Well, the muggers, they're not gonna
worry about the receipt.

They're gonna keep the camera
and binoculars,

then just chuck the bag away.

Look, it might already
have been handed in.

You have got to report it.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Yes, I'm sure.

Have you had that looked at?

You'd better get back to
domestic bliss

before Ann sends out a search party.

Just get the bloody receipt back,
Linda.

I'm doing this for us, Tony.

I hope that hasn't slipped your mind.

Yeah, everything's gonna be fine.

Trust me.

I love you, don't I?

Ah, morning, Tony.

Lovely day.

If you say so.

We're breaking for lunch now, Joyce.

Perhaps you'll join us
in the Cock and Rabbit.

I'll be along in a minute.

They do a very fair
ploughman's lunch.

Lovely.

MAN WHISTLES A TUNE

Oh, my God!

You sure you'll be all right?
Yes, of course I will.

Sir, can I have a word?

Sorry, Mrs Barnaby.
Oh, go. You've both got work to do.

I'll be fine.
Don't worry. I'll look after her.

Thank you.

Ta.

Already turned up someone
with a record, sir.

Who?
Barrett Filby, the artist chap.

Did eight months. Told me himself.

He's terrified it'll get out
and ruin his reputation.

What was the offence?
Knocking out Constables.

Sorry, Troy?
John Constable, the painter.

Filby was turning out ten a day
in his garden shed.

Here, sir.
Ta.

Tom.

Only just noticed it.

Looks like one of her brushes.

Must have had it in her hand
when she was attacked.

Nylon. No. 9.

And George?

Stab wound in the back
by the look of it, Tom.

Shan't know any more
till I get her on the slab.

Let me know when you find anything.
Will do.

Have you got anything on her?

Her name's Ruth Fairfax, sir.

Bit of a mystery woman.

She moved into the village about
six months ago, rented a flat,

kept herself to herself.

No family or friends
that anyone knows about.

She came down here every day
to paint, rain or shine.

Well, let's go look at the flat,

see if we can discover something more
about Miss Fairfax.

(WHISTLES)

DOOR CLOSES

Poor old Ruth Fairfax, eh?

Who'd want to harm
a nice old lady like that?

What's going on, Tony?

Well, there's some nutter
on the loose, I suppose.

I mean with you.

You're up to something, Tony,
and I want to know -

(MOUTHS WORDS)

There's something I want to show you
in the garden, dear.

No!

Don't ever, ever discuss our private
affairs in the house.

You know what I think, Tony?

I think you made it up
about the house being bugged

so you don't have to
tell me anything.

Of course it's bugged!

The police are watching us
all the time.

It's for our own safety, Tony.

In case any of your old friends
find out where we are.

Oh, I've had four years
of looking over my shoulder

every minute of the day.

It's starting to get to me,
that's all.

Is there something you're not
telling me?

Like what?

The past few weeks,
you've been like a caged animal.

You'd better not be planning
to run out on me, Tony Carter.

Why would I do that?

I love you, don't I?

Everything's gonna be fine.

You just trust me, hm?

DOORBELL RINGS

Mrs Metcalfe?
Yes.

Afternoon to you. I'm Detective Chief
Inspector Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Troy.

I suppose this is about
poor Ruth Fairfax.

Did she talk about her family?

No, she never wanted to chat.

Thank God.

I've got enough to do without
standing around gossiping all day.

Did she have any friends
in the village?

Not that I know of.
Kept herself to herself.

Very polite, mind you.

Most of the time.

Most of the time?

Well, there was a bit of a to-do
last week.

What kind of a to-do?

A pipe under her bedroom basin
was leaking,

so I had Mike Wetherby
in to sort it out.

Mike Wetherby?
He's the local handyman.

Anyway, Miss Fairfax came back early
from her painting,

found Mike in her bedroom

and fairly let fly at him.
Why?

She accused him of going through
her things or something.

Well, thank you, Mrs Metcalfe.

You can leave us to it now,
if you'd be so kind.

DOOR CLOSES

No address book by the phone.

No mail.

No happy family snapshots.

Just a load of pictures.
Hm.

All exactly the same.

Not very good either, are they?

Maybe the murderer
was an art lover, sir.

Check the bedroom.
Sir.

Sir...

Yep.

Funny-looking make-up.

That's theatrical make-up, that,
Troy.

The stuff actors use.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Yeah, he's here.

George Bullard, sir.

George, what can I do for you?
'Get over here right away, Tom.

There's something
I want to show you.'

George.
Ah, good.

What is it?
Once you know, it's obvious.

What do you mean, once you know?
Observe.

(Oh, God.)

And observe this.

I believe that's what's known as
a fat suit in theatrical circles.

And that's theatrical make-up,
isn't it?

Yes.

Damn good, isn't it?

And plain glass in the specs,
I think.

So the deceased isn't a short,
dumpy old lady

who needs support socks.

She's a fit, attractive 30-something
with a flair for disguise.

What about cause of death?

As I said, there appears to be
a stab wound in the back.

Haven't had a proper look at it.

I wanted you to see her with her
disguise first.

Come back tomorrow
and I'll have a better idea.

Good work.

Troy.

I think we've found
the murder weapon, sir.

A carpenter's chisel,
covered in blood.

Sharp too, by the look of it.
Where did you find it?

About 30 yards away in the bushes.

That's good work.

You get it down Forensics right away.

Anyone see anything?

No. We've drawn a blank so far.

One minute she was sitting
at her easel painting away,

the next, Mrs Barnaby found her
in the bushes.

Where is Mrs Barnaby?

She's been taken home by one of
the Watercolour Society people,

a Mrs Hawksley.

Hey, listen to this.

It seems that Ruth Fairfax

was more of a mystery lady
than we realised.

How do you mean, sir?

She was a young woman of 30

expertly disguised
as someone twice her age.

What?

I'll get back to the mortuary
first thing tomorrow morning,

see what George Bullard
can tell us about that chisel.

And you, you go back to Ruth
Fairfax's flat,

take another look round.

See if you can find something,

anything that might tell us
what she was up to.

Sir.

What about the handyman,
Mike Wetherby?

Oh, I'm gonna talk to him now.
He's in the pub.

Apparently it's his second home.

Now, tomorrow, I want all the
witnesses back here on the green.

We'll reconstruct all their movements
down to the last detail.

Sir.

Somebody must have seen something.

Then Colin was moved to the branch
in Midsomer Florey.

Being sent to a backwater like that
was a terrible blow to his pride.

That's when the drinking started.

By that time, the marriage
was pretty well over already.

Well, the more intimate side of it,
if you get my meaning.

Men of a certain age, well,
alcohol just kills that off.

DOOR OPENS
Oh, good! There's Tom.

Joyce!

Joyce, are you all right?
I'm fine.

Mrs Hawksley's been marvellous.

There's some tea in the pot,
if you'd like some.

Oh, good God, no. I need a drink.
Anyone join me?

It's far too early for me.

Tessa's husband is the manager
of the Shires bank

at Midsomer Florey.

Really?
Not for much longer.

It's being turned into a wine bar
called the Overdraft.

(CHUCKLES)

I suppose that passes for humour
in the catering business.

We're asking you back to the scene of
the crime tomorrow, Mrs Hawksley.

Just to double-check the sequence
of events.

That's all right. We'll be back
there anyway, painting away.

We're doing it for charity,

so Barrett Filby
wants us to soldier on.

Well, we'll try to take up
not too much of your time.

Oh.

Colin's volunteered
to do the auction.

I'm dreading it.

He'll get tight
and make an ass of himself.

As usual.

Well, nice to have met you,
Chief Inspector.

Despite the circumstances.

And you.
Thank you for looking after Joyce.

Oh!

I'll see you tomorrow. Bye.
Thanks again.

DOOR CLOSES

I thought she'd never go.

Um, are you sure you want
another drink?

Yes, why?

George.

Good morning, Tom!
What can I do for you?

Morning to you.

You were gonna give me some more
on Ruth Fairfax.

She's gone.

What do you mean, she's gone?

She was moved first thing,
didn't you know?

No, no, I did not know.

Who moved her?

The investigating officer is,
let me see...

Detective Inspector Mark Gudgeon.

I'm the investigating officer.
Not according to this.

The paperwork was all in order,
and I had a call from on high.

Very on high, Tom.

But who is Mark Gudgeon?
I've never heard of the feller.

TELEPHONE RINGS
Where have they taken her?

I've no idea.
It was all very hush-hush.

Bullard.

Yes, I'll tell him.

That was Sergeant Troy.

Wants you to go round
to Ruth Fairfax's flat.

Says it's urgent.

(RINGS DOORBELL)

Sir.

You're not gonna believe this.

And the bedroom?

The same, sir.

Not a trace of Ruth Fairfax left.

I didn't know what to do.
It's OK, Mrs Metcalfe.

It's not your fault.

Who was it?

Um, a DS Noland and a DC Backley.

Acting on the orders
of Detective Inspector Mark -

Gudgeon?

Yes, sir. Gudgeon.

I think we'd better
go back to the station, Troy.

Find out exactly
what is going on here.

And stop worrying about getting
every flipping detail right,

because you're going to load up your
brushes with tons of gorgeous colour

and start laying down
big, bold washes.

Good morning.

I'm Detective Sergeant Noland.

This is Detective Constable Backley.

May we have your attention, please?

PHONE RINGS

Troy.

Yes, sir.

He's here, sir.
Thank you, sir.

(MOUTHS WORDS)

Barnaby speaking.

Yes, sir.

But, s...

Very well, sir.

What did he say?

I am no longer in charge

of the investigation
into Ruth Fairfax's murder, Troy.

Why not?

The fact that my wife is a possible
witness might, um, compromise me.

Well, he's got a point there.

Not that you would allow it to,
of course, sir.

I am being replaced by a Detective
Inspector Mark Gudgeon.

Gudgeon? He's the bloke who -
Yes, he is.

Head of a special team
from the National Intelligence Squad.

The National Intelligence Squad?
Really?

Yes, really.

So what do we do now?

Well, you, you are still
on the case, Troy.

You have to report to a Detective
Sergeant Noland in Midsomer Florey.

You mean, I'm working with the NIS?

Well, you'll be liaising with them,
yeah.

Ha!

Of course, I'd much rather be
working with you, sir.

Don't worry, Troy.
It's a great opportunity.

Make the most of it.
Thank you.

KNOCK AT DOOR
Come in.

Er, Hello.

I'm looking for Sergeant Troy.

Oh, that's me.

I'd, um, I'd like to report
a bag-snatching.

Ah. The thing is...

The thing is,

I suppose I ought to be getting back
to Midsomer Florey, sir.

To liaise.

Yes, so you should, Troy.

You go and, er, liaise.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Please, sit you down.

Yes!

And then one of them hit me in
the face, so I let go of the bag.

There was a witness to that,
wasn't there?

Was there?

Yes, an elderly gentleman.
He says he tried to help you.

(CHUCKLES)

But you just pushed him
out of the way and drove off.

Um, I don't remember.

I...I was frightened and dizzy
from the attack.

That probably explains why you didn't
report the robbery sooner, yeah?

Yes.

I was in a terrible state,
I thought I might be concussed.

Hm. See the doctor?

No, not straight away.
I went home.

I was in shock,
I just wanted to lie down.

Then did you see the doctor?

No, I felt a bit better after a
rest, so in the end I didn't bother.

'Course, I understand.

Um, what was in the bag, Mrs Tyrell?

There were some papers from my bank,
which are important.

Paperwork from ba...
What sort of paperwork was that?

Oh, the usual.
Some statements and letters.

And a strongroom receipt.

Strongroom receipt?

Anything else?
No, not really.

Oh, a camera.
What sort of camera?

A Polaroid.

And some binoculars.

Polaroid camera and binoculars?

I'm house-hunting.
They come in very useful.

Oh, I see.

That's what you were doing up by the
wood, was it? Hunting for houses?

Yes. Well...well, not exactly, no.

I stopped to get a map
out of the boot and...

Look, I don't care about the camera
and the binoculars,

but the papers are important.

Maybe someone's found the bag
and handed it in.

Well, it won't take long to find out,
will it, Mrs Tyrell?

It's a lovely part of the world.
Where?

Round Midsomer Florey.
I wouldn't know.

Stolen Property, please.

I assumed that's why you were
house-hunting in the area.

BELLS CHIME

Colin, are you going to get out of
the car?

It's this, um, damned flu.

I can't seem to shake it off.

I'm sure you've got some nice
medicine hidden away in the bank.

DOOR RELEASE BUZZES

BOTH: Good morning, Mr Hawksley!

Morning!

Mrs Partridge,

I shall be working downstairs
in the strongroom this morning.

Do not disturb me
unless absolutely necessary.

Yes, Mr Hawksley.

Thank you.

DOOR RELEASE BUZZES

Now then, how's my favourite
student getting on?

Oh, well, I'm quite pleased with
some of my washes, Barrett.

I'm not surprised.

Look at all this gorgeous,
gorgeous brushwork!

I could eat it up!
(GIGGLES) Could you, Barrett?

So tell me, what...
what's this DI Mark Gudgeon like?

He didn't show up.

We were interviewed by a DS
and a DC.

Did they stage a reconstruction?

No, they just asked
a lot of questions.

The person they were most interested
in was this handyman chap.

Mike Wetherby?
Yes.

He's a bit of a boozer,
according to the locals.

That's what Troy said, yeah.

The irony is,

he's the one person whose movements
I can be pretty sure of.

Why's that?
Because of my drawing.

Here.

That's Mike Wetherby,
working on the Carters' house.

Was he there all morning?
Yes.

And you were doing this right up to
the time you found Ruth Fairfax?

Yeah. The last thing I did
was draw the hands on the clock.

Look, says 20-to-one.

And I checked it with my watch.

Hardly enough time for Mike Wetherby

to get across the green, kill her,
then get back up his ladder, is it?

You told them this?
Yes.

But I'd left the drawing here.

Well, you take it in tomorrow,
show them.

And, er, Joyce,
will you keep your eyes open,

tell me what's going on?

I hope you're not
going to interfere, Tom.

Interfere?
Of course I'm not going to interfere.

Good morning, Troy.

How's it going?
Great, sir.

Doing a house-to-house?
Deep background, actually.

Deep background.
And what might that be?

Sorry, sir, I'm not supposed to
discuss the investigation

with anyone outside the team.

Oh, I see.

What's this DI Mark Gudgeon
like, then?

I haven't met him yet.

The boss has got a lot
on his plate at the moment.

The boss, Troy?

So what are you doing
in Midsomer Florey, sir?

Operation Pondlife, Troy.

Got to do something about these
bag snatchings, haven't we?

Just wanted to make sure we hadn't
missed anything, you know?

What was Mike Wetherby working on
in here then?

A leaking pipe.
There, under the basin.

He had to take out one of the panels
at the back.

Antibiotics.

Belonging to Angela Browning.

Does that name mean anything to you?

No, not a thing.

These were prescribed ten days ago.

Did Ruth Fairfax
have any visitors recently?

No, not recently.

Not ever, in fact.

Are you sure?
Quite sure.

If she'd had visitors, I would've
known about it, believe me.

Ah, Barnaby!

Major Teal, the very man.

Could you spare me a minute, please?
Of course.

Anything to help clear up
this horrible murder.

It's about the mugging
you witnessed, actually.

The victim reported it yesterday.

Ah!

Blonde, good-looking.

Rather fine ankles.

Could you tell me, please, exactly
where did the mugging take place?

She was parked in Leverets Lane,
up behind the wood.

Drive through the village
and turn right,

or take the footpath
across the green.

It's a pleasant walk.

Oh!

God, you made me jump!

So what happened?
The bag hasn't been handed in.

Are you sure, Linda?
Yes!

Now let go, you're hurting me.

What is the matter with you?

Nothing. It's just there's...police
crawling all over the village.

Yes, well, that's nothing to do
with us.

How do you know?

That old girl that was knocked off,
there was something funny about her.

What do you mean, funny?

She has been sitting down there on
the village green for six months,

staring at my house.
Tony, Tony, stop it.

I hate it when you're like this.

Somebody is after me, Linda.

It could be one of our lot,
could be the police.

I don't know which shoulder
to look over anymore.

Yes, well, our lot are all safely
tucked up in prison, OK?

That's him.

That's the copper
I reported the mugging to.

That's Barnaby!

You told him about the bag?

So what if I did?

Tony, Tony, what are you doing?

I'm gonna sort him out.

SIREN BLARES

Are you out of your mind?

This is no time to go bashing
policemen on the head!

Did you tell him about
the strongroom receipt?

Of course I did!

You told me to report it!

Not to him!
He is a chief inspector!

And now you've got him
sniffing around us!

Tony, that receipt
belongs to my husband.

Someone hands it in,
the police have got to give it to me.

Well, it had better turn up soon,

because I am that close,
that close to losing it.

MAN: What's going on, huh?

I don't know what it's all about.
I'm just a painter and decorator.

Oh, yes, they charged him
with murder, all right.

I heard them caution him.

What, Mike Wetherby?

Stabbed her in the back
with a chisel!

Well, I'm very surprised.

So am I.

SIREN BLARES

Hello.
You missed all the excitement.

They've arrested Mike Wetherby.

Yeah, I know, I saw him
being driven away.

You shown anyone your drawing?

Yes, first thing this morning.
The Detective Constable.

What did he say?

He said he'd get back to me
when he had a window. A window.

Whatever that means.
It means he's not interested.

Troy here?

I think I saw him go into the pub.

TEAL: Same old story, every day.

MAN: Live in hope, I suppose.

Barnaby, eh?

LAUGHTER

17 days it was.
17.

No, it was 17 days all up.
You're joking!

You don't get that around here,
I tell you.

You should come round.
That'd be great. Brilliant.

Afternoon, gentlemen.

Hello, sir.

This is James Noland, Simon Backley.

Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

Heard a lot about you, sir.

Perhaps I could buy you a drink,
sir?

No, thanks, not at the minute.

Could I have a word, please, Troy?

Oh, sir, how's it going on
Operation, um, what's it called?

Pondlife.
Yeah, that's it. Fine, thank you.

Good show, sir.

Its very important for the
community, that sort of policing.

Yes, yes, it is.

But Joyce was watching Wetherby
all the morning.

She's even got a drawing of him
working on the Carters' house

with the clock showing 20-to-one.

Sir, the murder weapon belongs to
Wetherby, he admitted it.

And his prints are all over it.

They would be if it's his,
wouldn't they?

Troy, someone could have stolen
the chisel from his van.

He's a binge drinker who goes
looking for trouble when he's drunk.

He's spent so many nights in Causton
nick they've named a cell after him.

Yes, drunken scuffles outside
the pub at closing time.

It's a bit different
from killing someone with a chisel

in broad daylight, isn't it?

And he had that big bust-up
with Ruth Fairfax.

Apparently he's been sounding off in
the pub about getting even with her.

It's just pub gossip,
isn't it, Troy?

Please, sir, I'm not supposed to
discuss it with anyone.

Yeah, all right, all right,
I've said my piece.

Joyce, show Troy your drawing.

Oh, that's funny.

What's wrong?
It's gone!

Look.

Are you sure the drawing
was in this sketch book?

Yes, of course.

Sorry, I've got to dash.
Thank you anyway, Mrs Barnaby.

Did you tell anyone else about the
drawing, apart from the police?

I might have told the others.

What others?

The Watercolour Society.

KNOCK AT DOOR
Come!

Ah, Troy. How's it going?

Making good progress.

Noland and Backley are interviewing
Mike Wetherby.

They're going to let me
sit in later.

Lucky you.

How about Detective Inspector
Mark Gudgeon?

You met him yet?
Oh, not yet, sir.

He's sort of overseeing the whole
operation. It's very complex.

Oh, it must be.

Oh, this is just in, sir.

Some kids stole a scooter in Causton
this morning and crashed it.

One of them got away, but the other
one's in hospital with a broken leg.

Could be your bag-snatchers.

Yes, it could, Troy.

Thank you, thank you very much.

This could be the breakthrough
I've been looking for.

Oh, almost forgot.
You'd better take these.

What are they, sir?

Those are Angela Browning's
antibiotics.

I found them in her flat.

Sorry?

Angela Browning -
that's Ruth Fairfax's real name.

Detective Constable Angela Browning,
to be exact.

30 years old, and at the time
of her death

attached to
the National Intelligence Squad.

Didn't your new colleagues
tell you that?

That's odd, isn't it?

Well, I'm off to the hospital.

Thank you for this.

Where were you off to this morning?

Another of your mysterious walks?

I had to get out.
The police were all over the shop.

It's nothing to do with us.
They were after Mike Wetherby.

Good job too!

Had enough of him
hanging about the house every day.

Don't start that nonsense again!

It's this bloody village.

It's not the village,
it's you, Tony.

You're paranoid.

What if we could get out of here,
Ann?

Find somewhere in the sun,
nobody watching us

and live even better?
And how are we going to do that?

Just answer the question.

Oh, Tony.

You haven't found it?

You haven't found the money?

Keep it down, for crying out loud!

I knew you were up to something!

It's not done and dusted yet.

We've gotta keep our heads down,
be very, very careful.

This is fantastic!

What did I tell you?
(SNIFFS)

Hold that thought.

Great.

Now, I'm all for a bit of adventure,
you know I am...

..but you're getting a teensy bit
slap-dash, my lovely.

Oh! I'm sorry, Barrett.

It's because I'm so excited.

And what's got you so hot
and bothered, I wonder?

I think he's found it.
What?

Are you sure?

Well, he hasn't got it yet,

but he knows where it is.

What is it you're always
saying to me, Barrett?

Hm? Carpe diem, my lovely.

Seize the day.
Right.

So we'd better be ready.
Yes!

Might I suggest the south of France?

We can follow in the footsteps
of Matisse and Picasso!

To hell with art, Barrett.

I want you all for myself.

And I don't just mean
for painting lessons.

Mm.

MAN WHISTLES

LOUD MUSIC THROUGH HEADPHONES

Who are you?!

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby, Jason.

I didn't know the bike was stolen.

Oh, come on, Jason, I'm not here
about a stolen scooter.

You're not?
No, I'm not.

When you snatched that bag
from that woman in that lane,

you made a big mistake, Jason.

Cos you hit her, and that puts you
in a different league.

That is robbery with violence.

You've never been to prison,
have you Jason?

Richie hit her, not me!

She wouldn't let go of the bag,
so he whacked her!

Thank you, Jason,
that's very helpful.

I didn't hit her.

There's one more thing
you can do for me.

That bag you stole,

what did you do with it?

WPC Smith leaves the room.
Interview recommences 16:51.

Mr Wetherby, tell us about the
argument you had with Ruth Fairfax.

Shouldn't my solicitor be here?
He's on his way.

You don't have to answer any
questions if you don't want to.

Look, Mrs Metcalfe let me in the flat
to repair a pipe in the bedroom.

Then Ruth Fairfax turns up
and starts shouting the odds.

What did she say, exactly?

She accused me of being a thief.
Bloody cheek of the woman!

She upset you.

Too right she did.

You were drinking in the Cock
and Rabbit that night.

Witnesses heard you talking about

how you were going to
put Ruth Fairfax right.

What did you mean by that?

Well, I reckoned she owed me
an apology, that's what I meant.

I've been called lots of things,

but I'm not a thief and I'm not
a bloody murderer neither!

Mike.

How long have you been working
at the Carter's house?

Ten days or so.

And you always parked your van
outside the house?

Yeah.
Ever leave it unlocked, Mike?

Probably, yeah.

Interview terminated by DC Backley
at 16:53 hours.

What are you playing at?
I'm worried about the chisel.

If he left the van unlocked,
somebody could have -

You're here as an observer,
Sergeant.

I will not have you undermining
a carefully planned interview.

Now get out!

Please.

DOOR SLAMS

Looking for clues, Barnaby?

This document has the name of this
branch on it, Mr Hawksley.

I was wondering if you're able
to tell me what it is.

Yes, it's a receipt for an item
deposited in our strongroom.

Funnily enough, I've been trying to
contact Mr Tyrell.

Why's that?

This branch is closing down,
Inspector.

Mrs Partridge, Mr Miller and myself,

we find ourselves
surplus to requirements.

Yes, Midsomer Florey will no longer
have its own bank.

Instead it will have a wine bar.

Serving cocktails.

And an eclectic Pacific cuisine.

Now then, Mr Hawksley, deep breaths.

(BREATHS DEEPLY)

Thank you, Mrs Partridge, thank you.

(CLEARS THROAT)

So we've been notifying depositors

that they must remove their
possessions from our strongroom

by the end of the week.

And Mr Tyrell hasn't responded?

No. No, he hasn't.

Well, perhaps he's moved
or forgotten.

You'd be surprised
how many people do.

(CLEARS THROAT) Though I am
rather baffled in this case.

Why, why is that?

Well, the item in question
is rather large.

There it is.

Early Victorian.

Erm, I'm not very good at furniture.

It's locked, presumably.
Oh, yes.

Have you got a key? No, that would
remain with the owner.

Mr Hawksley, thank you,
thank you very much for your time.

Yes. Would you mind, um,
letting yourself out?

I've got some work
to finish off down here.

No, no, certainly.
Thank you again.

Pleasure.

KNOCK AT DOOR
Inspector Barnaby?

Come in.

Mrs Tyrell!

Thank you for dropping by.
Take a seat.

I think we've recovered your bag.

Thank God!

The camera and the binoculars,
I'm afraid, were gone.

But this was in it.

Yes, that's the paperwork
I was worried about.

What a relief!

And...there were these.

They were in my bag?
Yes, they were, Mrs Tyrell.

Well, they're not mine.
Are you sure?

After all, you did have
a Polaroid camera.

(LAUGHS) Um, I've never seen
that man before in my life.

Well, his name is Tony Carter.

It's quite a coincidence, really.

What is?

Well, Tony Carter
lives in Midsomer Florey,

where you were mugged.

And where your husband

keeps property stored in the
strongroom of the local bank.

Are you making some sort
of insinuation?

No, no, no, no, I'm merely pointing
out an unexpected connection.

Well, there is no connection.

So forget it.

Can I have my things back now,
please?

Not quite yet, Mrs Tyrell.

You see, this is evidence.

Strictly speaking, this document
belongs to your husband.

Would he be able, do you think,
to come in and identify it?

No.

He's out of the country.

He's out of the country. Oh, damn.

Still, there's no need to worry.
I've contacted the bank manager.

Why did you do that?

To make sure that your husband's
property is safe.

The thieves might have tried
to claim it with this.

And we wouldn't want that to happen,
would we, Mrs Tyrell?

No, we wouldn't.

Mm.

So I said to Barnaby,
"Barnaby," I said,

"If I was you
I'd have a look in the woods.

Near the lay-by."

Sure enough,
that's where he found the bag.

You should have been a detective,
Godfrey, old pal.

Exactly what Barnaby says.

I just overheard
Barnaby's found the bag.

What?

Two guys at the bar -

Not now, Troy.
This won't take a minute.

Look, if this is about
Mike Wetherby's chisel...

No, it's about Angela Browning.

What did you say?

That was Ruth Fairfax's real name,
wasn't it?

She was a DC in
the National Intelligence Squad.

How the hell did you find that out?
All right, Simon.

Listen to me, Troy.

If you repeat that to anyone,
you're out of a job.

As far as you're concerned,
the victim was a 60-year-old woman

called Ruth Fairfax.

We deal with these things
in our own way, no outsiders.

That's the way DI Gudgeon likes it.

In other words, you don't trust me.

Is there any way
I can put this kindly, Simon?

No, James, there isn't.

Mr Gudgeon would not jeopardise
a long and complex operation

by spilling the beans
to a flat-footed country copper.

Harsh but true.

So here's what I want you to do,
Gavin.

Keep your mouth shut and go back to
chasing purse-snatchers.

I don't think you're cut out for
the NIS.

You're right. I'm not.

Troy!

Sorry to bother you, sir.
Um, have you got a moment?

Of course I have. Come in.

Thanks.

They didn't question Mike Wetherby
about the chisel.

And then I found out his solicitor
had been there all the time.

They sent him to the wrong
interview room.

I couldn't let it go.
I had to say something.

Good for you, Troy. Good for you.

This face ring a bell?

It's Tony Carter.

Actually it used to be Tony Mayhew.

Used to be?
Yeah.

Before he entered
the Witness Protection Scheme.

Do you remember the Rugged Edge job?

Massive robbery, Heathrow,
five years ago.

Yeah, they got away with
20 million in cash.

Yeah.

That was Carter and his friends.

Carter was arrested.

But he made a deal.

He gave evidence
against his accomplices,

and in return he got himself
a new name and a new life.

In Midsomer Florey.
In Midsomer Florey.

Which brings us very neatly into
the bag-snatching in Leverets Lane.

What's that got to do with it?

Carter's right-hand man, partner
in crime and long-time friend

was one Keith Tyrell.

The woman who was robbed,
her name is Linda Tyrell.

Keith Tyrell's wife.

And these photos were in her bag?

Passport photographs at a guess.

So while her husband serves 15 years
for armed robbery,

Linda's helping the man
who put him away

to get a new passport.

Now, why, why is that, I wonder?

Wait a minute.

Not all the money was recovered,
was it?

£5 million unaccounted for, Troy.

Keith Tyrell's share,
as rumour has it.

And Keith Tyrell

stored a rather large
piece of furniture

in the strongroom of the local bank.

And the receipt for that was in
Linda Tyrell's hold-all

when it was snatched.

Angela Browning must have found out
about the money,

so Tony Carter killed her.

That would be very convenient,
wouldn't it?

Unfortunately,

Godfrey Teal saw Tony Carter

in the woods, half a mile away,

at the time Ruth Fairfax
was being murdered.

Tom!

I'm home!

How did it go?
Marvellous, actually.

Everything just sort of clicked.

Look.

It's very, um...

It's very atmospheric.

Who's this?

Oh, Alan Pinkney.

Why has he got huge whiskers
growing out of his ears?

They're paintbrushes.

He's always got brushes
behind his ears.

These trees are very good,
Mrs Barnaby.

They're clouds, Gavin.

Could I see your brushes,
please, Joyce?

Thank you.

Artist's brush No. 8, pure sable.

The brush found under the body,

that had a brown shaft, didn't it?

Yeah, and the brush bit
was made of nylon.

Most people use sable.

You see, we assumed the brush
was Ruth Fairfax's,

but maybe it wasn't.

Maybe it was the murderer's.

If you were creeping up on someone

with the intention of stabbing them
with a chisel,

you wouldn't take a paintbrush
with you.

Not if you've got it
stuck behind your ear

and you've forgotten it was there.

Joyce, was Alan Pinkney sitting
in front of you all the week?

No. Only today.

Before that he was...
Where? Where was he?

I'm trying to remember.

You had to move
from the first spot you chose

because Ruth Fairfax
appeared from nowhere, yeah?

You can't go there.
Oh! You made me jump.

That's my place.
Sorry?

So you moved a few yards away
to the north end of the green.

Yes.

Yes, I had a good view,

I could see the others,

and I could see Ruth Fairfax
in the other direction.

Alan Pinkney was near her.

But I couldn't really see him
because there was a tree in the way.

You couldn't see him at all?

Only if I leant back in my chair.

Oh, I'd forgotten that.
I'm sorry, Tom.

There's no need to be, Joyce.
You've been a great help.

What do we know about Alan Pinkney?

Not much. Unemployed.

No criminal record.
Lives in Causton.

See, the brush found under
the body...

I want to be absolutely sure
it isn't Ruth Fairfax's.

Gudgeon won't like us poking around
in his evidence, sir.

We can make an early start.

He'd never know.

Ann, over here!

(LAUGHS)

Shh!

What about the money?

The money is going nowhere

as long as I've got
the strongroom receipt.

It's good to be back to normal, sir.

Sorry about the last few days.

Got nothing to be sorry for, Troy.

See you first thing.
Sir.

Barnaby knows who you are by now.

And me, for that matter.

Which means...

Yes!

..that he has guessed
what's in the bank.

Yeah, all right, I'm sorry, Tony.

We're better off without the receipt.

As long as Barnaby's got it,

he'll think the money's safe.

So how do we get it?

We make a withdrawal.

The old-fashioned way.

Here are her paintings, sir.

The paintbrushes must be
around here somewhere.

It looks like Tony Carter was
signalling to Linda Tyrell

up there in the woods.

Looks like it was based on whether
the curtains were open or closed.

Angela Browning must have
worked it out.

Here they are.

Black shafts, pure sable.

Except this one.

Just shoved in
with the rest of them.

It's typical of the way
this investigation is being run.

The NIS, they're supposed to
be the elite.

It's just a shambles.

Well, that's what you get when your
boss is never about, isn't it?

Yes.

The famous DI Gudgeon.

I still haven't met the bloke.

He's always in a meeting.

I'll take this to Forensics, sir,

see if I can get Alan Pinkney's
fingerprints.

Sir?

Yeah, you get it to Forensics.

I'll go and have a chat
with Alan Pinkney.

Now then, lovely people,

this is our last day in gorgeous
Midsomer Florey,

so let's make the most of it.

Don't forget the charity auction.

We want people
falling over themselves

to buy your masterpieces.

So let's see
your very, very best work.

We'll just get down there
as soon as we can.

Linda Tyrell, Troy.

Name ring a bell?

Linda Tyrell. Um...

Come on, Troy. Her bag was snatched
near Midsomer Florey.

We believe the bag's been found.

Linda Tyrell is ring-fenced, Troy.

Ring-fenced?

Meaning she is the subject
of an NIS investigation.

Anything to do with her
comes straight back to us.

There was a document found
in that bag.

I'm asking you to hand it over.

A document?

You mean like a piece of paper?

DON'T ANNOY ME, TROY!

Sorry, but you have to spell these
things out for us country coppers.

Let him have it, Troy.

Really, sir?

That's more like it.

I don't believe I invited you
to sit in my seat, Sergeant.

Thank you, sir.

Excuse me.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Thank you, sir.

SIREN BLARES IN THE DISTANCE

I thought you were going after
Alan Pinkney, sir.

I heard those two
were looking for me.

I guessed they wanted
the strongroom receipt.

Why?

Remember you were saying earlier that
this investigation was a shambles?

Well, it is.

Well, maybe that's the way
Gudgeon wants it.

Not with you, sir.

Policemen like money too, Troy.

The bank opens in half an hour.

I'll go straight there,
you take that brush to the lab

and track down Pinkney.

Shall I arrest him, sir?
No, no, not yet.

Try and get a look at his brushes.

See if they're like that one.

And then we'll just have to wait
for the lab results.

We've got to get this right, Troy.

Or we'll end up directing traffic.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

That's interesting.

You think so?
Yeah!

"Good" isn't the word.

Very kind of you to say so.

I don't understand.

He should have left ages ago.

He's up to something.

I'm going to have a look.

For heaven's sake,
don't do anything to annoy him.

KNOCK AT DOOR

MRS PARTRIDGE: Mr Hawksley, it's
Chief Inspector Barnaby to see you.

One minute. (CLEARS THROAT)

Ann, wait!

Ann! Wait!

Can I help you, sir?
I hope so.

For your sake.

Arggh!

We have reason to believe it contains
a large quantity of stolen money.

No!

Are you sure?
Oh, yes.

KNOCK AT DOOR

MRS PARTRIDGE: Mr Hawksley,
could you open the door?

It's rather urgent.

Excuse me.

Get in! In you go!

Sorry, Mr Hawksley.
Nobody talks except me.

Right, there is the key.

Open it up.

Bin bags. In there.

You take them out, take the money
and fill up the bin bags.

Couldn't be easier.

You help them out, Barnaby,

and I might decide not to kill you.

Morning, dear lady.

I thought the car looked familiar.

Even though I last saw it
from a prone position.

What do you want?

Don't you recognise me?

WHAT'S THAT?
The fire alarm.

The fire brigade will come
if we don't turn it off.

Shall I do it for you?

The switch is just outside the door.

Stay where you are.

I'll do it.

You, keep working!

Troy, arrest and caution Mr Carter
or Mr Mayhew or whatever his name is.

Mr Hawksley!

I'd be grateful if you'd get the bank
back to some semblance of normality

as soon as possible, OK?

Certainly.

To tell you the truth,

I'm fatally drawn to the dark side

where women are concerned.

Perhaps you'd join me
in a glass of sherry

in the Cock and Rabbit.

Will you please just go away!

I know you don't really mean that.

Ah! Dear Mrs Carter.

What a lovely surprise.

Midsomer Florey is crawling with
beautiful women today.

Godfrey, have you seen my husband?

I believe I saw him
popping into the bank.

It's too late for him
to open an account, you know.

The bank's closing.

Linda Tyrell!

Now I understand!

You couldn't leave him alone,
could you?

He was just using you, Linda,
to get at the money!

Just you wait and see.

I'm the one that's gonna be
spending it!

Oh, so you two know each other!

Oh, that's marvellous.

Why don't we all go for
a little tincture?

Just for once, Godfrey,
mind your own damn business!

SIREN BLARES

Magnificent!

TYRES SCREECH

Good morning.

I'd like to withdraw some property
from your strongroom.

Thank you, Mrs Partridge.

I'll deal with this.

There it is.

Thank you, Mr Hawksley.
We'll take it from here.

Thank you, sir.

Er, sorry. Thank you.

Five mill, James.

(BOTH LAUGH HYSTERICALLY)

Sh. Sh. Key.

Oh, sod it. Hawksley must have it.
Off you go.

Oh, thank God you're here!

What the hell do you want?

There's £5 million in that thing.

The unrecovered proceeds
of an armed robbery in there.

We are aware of that. That's why
we're here, to recover it.

Well, that's a terrific relief.

As you can imagine,

we're not used to dealing with such
vast sums hereabouts.

Yes, I can imagine. There's no need
to get stressed, sir.

This is an NIS matter now.
We'll take care of it.

You'd better have the keys.

There you go.

Oh, thank you kindly, sir.

Well, let's get cracking.

Oh, er, thank you, Inspector,
we shan't be needing you.

There is one thing.
What's that?

Well, as I say, this is slightly
out of our league,

so if we could have some sort of
authorisation from DI Gudgeon

before you remove all that money,
just in case.

He's very busy.

In a meeting, is he?

What was that?

Oh, I asked Mr Hawksley
to secure the strongroom.

Just in case.

Someone tried to steal the money
at gunpoint half an hour ago.

You mean we're locked in?

Oh, don't worry.

There's enough oxygen
to last 24 hours.

Mr Hawksley will unlock the door
when your DI Gudgeon shows up.

Call him.

DOOR OPENS

KEYS JANGLE

DOOR UNLOCKS

Detective Inspector Gudgeon.

What's the problem?

He's not Gudgeon.
Oh, yes, he is.

Barnaby, how dare you obstruct
NIS officers.

Let's not talk about the NIS.

Let's talk about paintbrushes.

Forget it was there, did you?
Easy mistake to make.

I think you should know, Barnaby,

that I have a very good
working relationship

with your chief constable.

Not for much longer, sir.

You see, this brush is identical

to the one found under
Angela Browning's body.

Your brush, Gudgeon,

which you dislodged from behind
your ear when you stabbed her

with Mike Wetherby's chisel.

Simon, James, this is all nonsense.
Get on with packing the money.

We'll be getting the prints back
from the lab in an hour.

There was a brown brush
in with the others.

I thought it was Angela's.

Detective Constable Angela Browning
did a good job.

She found out about Tony Carter
and Linda Tyrell,

and the strongroom receipt.

The only problem was,
she was straight.

Which meant she had to go.

Didn't she, Gudgeon?

No violence.

You said NO VIOLENCE!
Now just wait a minute.

You killed one of your own.
YOU BASTARD!

All right, all right.
Troy, get some backup.

And caution them.

All right, all right.

How did you know Pinkney
was Gudgeon, sir?

I'd assumed that Pinkney
was working with Gudgeon.

But then why would Gudgeon trust
a civilian non-entity like Pinkney?

It only made sense
if they were one and the same person.

Flat-footed country coppers indeed.

I wish every arrest was as enjoyable
as this, sir.

BARRETT FILBY: Hello?

Colin?

Ah.

Hello, Barrett.

I was wondering, um...

Do you know where Ann Carter is?

Went off to the police station
with her husband.

Oh.

Turns out he was a bank robber
called Tony Mayhew.

Did you know that?
No, no, I didn't.

Thanks.

£5 million in cash.

I've been sitting inches away
from £5 million in cash

for four years.

You've no idea what it's like

to be so close to so much money.

Actually, I have.

(SIGHS)

Whose is that?

What?

Good God! (CHUCKLES)
What?

It's a linen press, 19th century.

Made, if I'm not mistaken...

..by Joseph Wilkinson.

I read up on furniture
while I was inside.

While I was at art school.

You think it's worth something?

(CHUCKLES) A small fortune, old chum.

A small fortune.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm bid £20 for this delightful,
delightful study

of Hen Cottages.

Come on, ladies and gentlemen,
it's all in a good cause.

Who'll go to 25?

£25. Let's hear it for £25.

Anybody, for £25.

So Alan Pinkney...

Oh, sorry, Mark Gudgeon,
was the murderer.

Certainly was.
His prints were on the brush.

And you recovered all that money.
I did.

Well done, Tom!
Ah, Barnaby!

No news of Linda Tyrell, I suppose?

I'm afraid not, Major.

She seems to have disappeared
without trace.

Oh, she's probably sunning
her magnificent ankles

in foreign climes, eh?

Such is life.

..so it'd be a really good
investment on your wall.

£40. I'm bid £40.
Hello, Joyce.

Tessa!

How lovely to see you!
You look marvellous.

Thanks.

Things have turned out rather well,
actually. Oh, I'm so glad.

Colin inherited a family heirloom.

It turned out to be
surprisingly valuable.

How marvellous!

COLIN: £50. £50.
Oh, good. Here's Barrett.

Ah, my two favourite lovely ladies.

Will you excuse me, Joyce,
if I steal Tessa away?

We have to discuss the society's
plans for next year.

Sold to you, Vicar.

Right. Now, then.

Er, lot 17.
(GASPS)

Oh, the next painting's mine.

..by Joyce Barnaby.

What if no-one makes a bid?
Who'll start me on £20?

£20.

Come on, come on. £20.

Well, £10 then.
Come on, ladies and gentlemen!

Thank you, Inspector Barnaby.

Right, who'll go to 15, £15?

Hm?

£100!

ONLOOKERS: Ooh!

£100 I'm bid.
Well done, Major Teal.

That's more like it.

Now who'll go to £150?

Someone, surely, come on.

£150. Someone!

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