All language subtitles for Midsomer murders s09e01

Oi, fat boy! On a romantic date
with your missus?

Like always on a Friday night!

Phone the council in the morning.

BOY: Just have a look
at those muppets!

Write to the council!

Ooh!

Ain't you got nothing better to do?

I can give you more rubbish,
if you want.

I should stick chewing gum on the
floor so you can tread in it.

JEERING AND LAUGHING

See you later, mate. Bye!

Is it your bedtime, Danny?
I wanna watch something on the TV.

Oh, don't go, Danny, please (!)

He's scared of his mum.
I ain't scared.

Go to the house in the woods and
knock on the door.

Yeah! Yeah, go on, Danny.

For me. I dare you.

Fine, then.

Ooh, he's going. He's going.

DOOR OPENS

Mum?

It's gone 11.
You've school in the morning.

Did you ever see the ghost...

..about the house in the woods?

No, because there's no such thing.
Everyone at school says...

I used to go past Winyard every day
when I was at school

and I remember Mr and Mrs Barrett.

They were very nice people.

Do you want me to leave the landing
light on?

So why does everyone keep saying
it's haunted?

Because it's just a bit old and
creepy now but it used to be very
nice

and people like making up stories but
that's all they are. Just stories.

Mum!
Phillip.

When's Danny coming home?
Ten minutes ago.

So he's for it when he gets in.

Will you put the light out
and go to sleep?

METALLIC GRATING

HIGH-PITCHED SCREAM

OK. Bye.

Come on, you two. It's on the table.

I'll kill him.

Phillip!

OK. Where is it?

What?
My bike.

Well, I dunno.
Mum!

You took it out last night.

I'll get it later, all right?

DOORBELL RINGS

Ooh, that's what I like -
a woman in uniform.

Any chance of a bacon sarnie?

Yeah, if you make it yourself.

Hey, did...
I leave a folder round here?

No, not that I remember. Got Harriet
Davis Estates on the cover.

Oh, so it is important, then (!)

Anne, it's a business partnership.

There's only one business you're
interested in. Yeah, and you love it.

FLOORBOARD CREAKS

Anyway, listen, if you find it,
give us a bell cos...it's important.

Anything for me?
Nobody loves you today, sorry.

What? No-one? I find that hard to
believe. What have you got?

Ooh, Midsomer Museum.
It's the conservation group.

I'm going to help them with a
survey.

What? Hedgehogs, badgers and stuff?
It's the built environment.

Architectural conservation.

Not small, furry animals.
Ooh, Giles Cato.

He's the custodian of our built
environment now, is he?

He's going to make an inventory
of at-risk buildings.

Factories, barns, old cottages
before the developers get in

and he thought I might like to help.

Mm, it's not a pretext for house
hunting, is it?

Well, you never know
what I might find.

No. Bye-ee.
Bye.

Oh, thank you. That's very kind.

Are you leaving us already?

Afraid so.
Oh, no luck, then?

Nothing.
Still, it must be fun, eh?

I'd love to be looking for a new
house.

The problem is we've got a very
fixed idea of what we want.

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to
exist, at least not in Midsomer.

Oh. I don't suppose you
know of any idyllic cottages

in need of a bit of TLC.

We're not afraid of hard work.
Actually, there is one place.

It hasn't been touched
for years. Is it for sale?

Oh, yeah, there's a local builder
interested.

It could be worth a look, though.
Winyard, it's called.

It's in Midsomer Newton.

You know Harriet Davis Estates just
along the high street?

They're handling it, apparently.

Thank you.
Good luck.

Right, who knows a story?

ALL: Miss!
I know a story, Miss.

Miss!
Miss!

Phillip! Well, you haven't had much
to say this morning.

What stories do you know
about the village?

Nothing, Miss.
Well, you must know something.

No.
He does, Miss.

He knows a really good story.

Yes?

I don't, Miss. He does. He told
everyone before assembly.

Well, let's hear it, then.

Miss, PLEASE, Miss.

Phillip!

There's this house and it's haunted.

Yeah, right (!)
Go on.

That's all I know, Miss.

Phillip, you have a captive audience.
We're all agog.

But there isn't anything else to
tell, Miss. There is, Miss.

His brother went there.

I told you not to -
Phillip.

Well, what's the name of this house?
Winyard.

It's out in the woods.
And it's haunted?

There used to be this horrible old
man.

CHILDREN CHATTER

Uh-uh-uh! Sh! Please!

And they had a mad son and they went
mad and they killed their son

and now they're all ghosts.
Calm down!

Well, it's a very short story,
I must say.

He made it up, Miss.
It's not made up, Miss.

My brother's seen the ghosts.

CLASS MURMUR SCEPTICALLY

Last night he went in there
and he heard, like, this weird
noise.

(MAKES WHIRRING SOUND)

And the ghost called his name.

He ran away but the ghost came out
and caught him and held him down.

And it had long nails
and it tried to slash his throat.

CHILDREN CHATTER IN PLAYGROUND

Phillip!

What did that man want?
Nothing.

Did he ask you anything?
Your name? Where you live?

No.

Phillip, did he ask you to go
anywhere with him after school?

Miss, I'm not stupid.
He used to go to this school.

He was telling me what it was like
in the olden days.

Well, you see that man again,
you DON'T talk to him,

you go straight to a grown-up and
you tell them. Do you understand?

Yes, Miss.

It is one of ours
but I'm afraid it's under offer.

Well, we'd still like to see it.
Can I ask how you heard about it?

One of the girls at the hotel
mentioned it. Can we see it?

I'm afraid that's not possible.

Why?

Perhaps you'd like to leave your
details.

I'll let you know
if there's any movement.

I don't understand
why we can't see it.

The vendor is being quite strict.
No viewings while under offer.

Of course, if it was up to me...
Who is the vendor?

I'm sorry, client confidentiality.

I hope he's satisfied with
the service here. I wouldn't be.

Mr Magwood.

How are you today?
Yes, I'm fine, thanks.

Any news yet?
Nothing, I'm afraid.

I did say it could take a while.
Well, it's not even in the window.

No, we're still waiting for the
pictures to come back from the
printers.

It should be this week, though.

See that couple that's just gone
out? They're the sort of people

that would be interested in a place
like that.

Young, plenty of money.

They're looking for something that's
already had the work done.

The market
is very slow at the moment.

We might have to consider dropping
the asking price 20 or 30K.

20 or 30...
That place is my pension.

If you want a quick sale...

We'll call you
as soon as we get a bite.

Well, I suppose
you know your business.

COMPUTER GAME BUZZES AND WHIRRS

Tea's ready.

Will you turn that thing off
and get in here, the pair of you?

Right, I'm off to work.

So, YOU, dishes. You, clearing up.

Did you hear what I said?
Yeah.

I'm telling her.
You're dead.

I want my bike back.

You know where it is.

You left it there.

I ain't scared.
So go yourself, then.

Oh, it's you.
Is this where you live?

Miss Woodhall wants to know why she
has to put up with that eyesore

just so that he can
get a decent picture.

She's got a point.

Talk to those two. Spoiling all
these lovely, little places.

Yes, I know your game.
You're hand in glove.

You should read this.

It's got a horrible history.

Caroline, darling, it's taken all
afternoon to find the place.

Good God.
OK. Now we've seen it.

No wonder that Davis woman
was so secretive.

Whoever's put that offer in
must be terrified of losing it.

Peter! I'm tired, I'm cold
and I want to go home.

Look at that.

Not even locked.
We shouldn't be doing this.

Come on!

Amazing.

Peter, I'm scared.

Give me the car keys.

Peter, please. They're in the car.

If you're not back in five minutes,
I'm going without you.

♪ CHOPIN: Nocturne No.1
In B Flat Minor

Ow!

MUSIC CONTINUES

CRUNCHING AND CHOKING

GASPING

Phwoar, I could do with a drink.

Tom.

No Scott this morning? No, he called
in sick. I'm on my own.

Oh, he'll be sorry he missed this.
One for the connoisseur.

The postman found them.

Garrotted.

Very popular in Spain at one time.

Probably why we all went off the
Costa Blanca.

(CHUCKLES)
And you are?

Er, Constable Jones, sir.
Constable Jones.

Oh, they were house hunting.

Whoever did this must have been
waiting for them in the back.

What do you think, Constable Jones?

Well, he could only kill them one at
a time, couldn't he, sir?

So why didn't the other one put up a
fight?

If the other was killed before the
other one got in, why didn't he
notice?

Unless there were two murderers.
What? Both hiding in the back?

If the killer did get in here,

they must both have been out of the
vehicle at the time, leaving it
unlocked.

Then they got back in...
One at a time.

And he killed them one at a time.

I don't think I could sit down next
to a corpse and not know it.

Everything's going, Joyce.

One day we'll step out here and...
to quote Larkin,

"And that will be England gone.

The shadows, the meadows, the lanes,
the guild halls, the carved choirs."

Someone has to say to the vandals,
"Enough. You threaten the birthright

of every free-born Englishman.
Proceed in peril of your life."

It's that serious?

Indeed it is. The day may be near
when we must kill to conserve.

Sir. I just found this in the glove
box.

I thought it looked quite
interesting on the back.

Oh, yeah.
The Feathers Hotel, Causton.

Yes, well done, Jones.

Where does this lane go?
Er, some old house. Looks derelict.

RATTLING

Hm.

Do you possess a suit, Jones?
Yes, sir.

And a tie?
I do, sir, yes.

How do you fancy working with the CID
for a couple of days?

Yes, sir.

Just got the tables to clear
and then I'm done.

Are you all right for a minute?
Yeah.

I'll save them for later.

Anne, people to see you.
Oh, come on.

We're just about to leave.
Sorry. In the dining room.

They said they were house hunting.

They wanted somewhere special
that they could do up

and I told them about a house called
Winyard in Midsomer Newton.

Forgive me but there's not a For Sale
sign outside that house, is there?

So how did you know that it was for
sale?

Someone said that Davis Estates
had been there.

I told them that it might be
worth calling round.

I was only trying to help.

BELL RINGS

Er, be a sweetheart
and pop out for some coffee.

BELL RINGS

We thought it was time
we called again.

To see how it's all coming along.

We're very excited.

Of course you are.

Have you had much to do with estate
agents, Jones?

I don't trust them, sir, any of
them.

Huh, don't you?
I like your suit.

We're very grateful.
And discreet about other matters.

So we'll be hearing from you soon?

I hope so.

Ms Davis?
Harriet Davis, yes.

Afternoon. I'm Detective Chief
Inspector Barnaby, Causton CID,

and this is Acting Detective
Constable Jones.

Erm... Can we have a word, please?
Of course.

It's a Mr and Mrs Cave.

I believe they came to see you
yesterday morning.

Er, I was out yesterday. Roman?
Hm.

I don't remember them.

It's about a property you're
handling... Winyard.

We have been instructed
but I'm not holding my breath.

It's in a hell of a state.

Anyway, it's hardly on the market
yet.

Mr and Mrs Cave were at the Feathers
Hotel while they were house hunting.

They did say they were coming to
see you.

I think I would have remembered.
Perhaps it will come back to you.

You haven't asked us WHY we're
interested in Mr and Mrs Cave.

Parking? Overtaking on a double
white line.

Mr and Mrs Cave were found dead

early this morning, not 200 yards
away from Winyard.

BELL RINGS

Not exactly giving it the hard
sell, is she?

Garden sheds go for half a million
in Midsomer.

And that suggests to you?
She's lying.

Winyard's got a whole chapter to
itself.

In 1795, Margaret Peat hanged
herself from a beam in the kitchen.

1820, a child of three

missing for some days
fished out of the well dead.

1916, two sons killed in northern
France. Not a lucky house, then, eh?

Apparently not.

We'd better take a closer look at
Winyard.

Well, it's certainly got an
atmosphere. Neglect.

MICE SQUEAL

Have a look in here, sir.

MICE SQUEAL

Amazing no-one's tried to nick it
all.

Not in tune.

MUFFLED THUD

MUFFLED THUD

Ah, perhaps this... Is where our
murder weapon came from.

Yes.

Do you think the Caves got this far?

Maybe someone caught them poking
around.

Lesley and Barbara Flux.

Find out where they live, Jones.

Sir.

FAINT SINGING

Let's start again.

PIANO PLAYS

♪ Summer is a-coming in
♪ Summer is a-coming in...

SINGING CONTINUES

"Ye are come well, ye are well come,

ye are welcome."

What's that about, then?

That's a generous sentiment.

Mr Flux? Mr Lesley Flux?

Yes. I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby. This is DC Jones.

May we come in, please?
Yes. Come in.

Thank you.

My wife Barbara.
How do you do?

How do you do? I do hope we're not
interrupting anything.

Are you rehearsing a play, perhaps?
No, no, don't you mind us.

No. No, we're working on a new book.

Festivals of old Midsomer.

We like to live in the spirit of the
past.

To live the past is to understand
the past.

If only we had the space.
We need a bigger stage.

A house where we can bring full
expression to our theories.

Like Winyard, perhaps.

Ah, yes, can I assume that your
visit's to do with the murders?

You don't sound very surprised.

You expect it
with a house like that.

This is the cause of all the
problems at Winyard.

What is it?

It's a human heart.

It's stuck with thorns and pins...
hidden in the chimney.

The hearth is the heart of the
house.

Curse the hearth and you curse the
house.

The idea is to harm anyone living in
the house.

And you took this from Winyard?
We rescued it.

Of course we'll return it as soon as
the new owners settle in.

And you think this is the reason

why Winyard has stood empty all these
years?

Empty but not deserted.
There's still a presence

protecting the house.
What from?

Well, you see what's happening to
Midsomer.

Hideous conservatories
all over the place.

Hacienda-style bungalows -
And who's behind it?

Builders and estate agents.

You were in Harriet Davis Estates
today. You left as we arrived.

Ah, yes, Harriet Davis. Leslie.

No, perhaps it needs saying.

That woman has been systematically
raping Midsomer.

But she won't get away with it for
much longer.

Houses like Winyard have souls.
They need to be loved, nurtured.

Thank you, sir.

Weirdos or what? They seriously want
that house, don't they?

The Caves had a copy of their book
and they were at the estate agents
this morning.

What do you make of the ghost
stories?

Just want to sell their little
books, don't they?

And they don't want anyone else to
buy that house.

MR AND MRS FLUX SING

Joyce! Do you know, I found places
I didn't even know existed?

I bet you didn't know there's a
nuclear fallout shelter just by
Badger's Drift. No, I did not.

I thought you said this survey was
all about buildings under threat.

It is. Yeah. Well, what sort of
threat could you pose to a nuclear
fallout shelter?

I mean, if it's designed to withstand
a nuclear blast...

Have you got a minute, sir?
Yeah.

MAN: 'That's a lovely bit of cheese.
Are you having some?'

BOY: 'No, I've had my tea.'

I thought I'd do some ghost-hunting.
I left this at the house last night.

(PIANO PLAYS)

MAN: 'Not bad. Sit up straight,
though.'

(PIANO PLAYS)

'Hear the difference?
Yeah.'

'Try again.'

A ghost who gives piano lessons.

Could be our murderer, sir.

And our murder weapon was a piano
wire, wasn't it?

The boy didn't sound frightened,
did he?

I hope I wasn't out of line, sir.
No, no, you were not. Well done.

I think it best you go to the
school,

find out who this lad is.

(ALL GROAN)

All right.

All right - calm down, calm down
now.

It was the ghost, miss.

The same ones that got Phillip's
brother.

How many more times? There are NO
ghosts!

Miss, my dad's friend's a postman,
and he found the dead people,

and he said their heads had been
chopped off.

Then Daddy's friend is a thoroughly
irresponsible person for saying so.

Now, someone who really knows
what happened is going
to come and tell you.

So you won't have to make up any
more silly stories.

Is it the postman, miss?

No. It's a policeman.
Is it the postman, miss?

No. It's a policeman.

They're only children, Jones.

Smile. Be reassuring.

I'll pick you up in about an hour,
OK?

We get a lot of time-wasters.

People trying to fill up a wet
afternoon. No intention of buying.

But we both suddenly remembered the
couple you were asking about.

Did you think Mr and Mrs Cave were
time-wasters?

The point is that the vendor's
instructions are,

Winyard should go to the right sort
of people.

Right sort of people?

He doesn't want to see it spoilt.

Mr and Mrs Cave look like the sort
who would...

well, I think they had plans.

You get to know the sort.
I'm sure you do.

You don't perhaps have a buyer lined
up already, do you?

I'm the agent for the vendor.

It's my job to get the best price I
can for him.

Mr and Mrs Flux seem very interested
in the property.

I...

I don't think they're able to make
an offer on anywhere like Winyard.

Who is the vendor?

He wishes to remain anonymous.
Oh, does he?

Can I remind you that two people who
were interested

in one of your properties
have been found dead,

very close to that property.

Now, I suppose I could caution you -
Magwood.

Charlie Magwood.

He lives in London, but he's staying
at the Feathers.

Thank you.

Well?

I only said it for a joke.

Well, two people have died, Phillip.

Now, I think you should tell the
others you made those stories up.

Will you do that?

I keep telling them - there's no
such thing as ghosts.

Good lad.

Sir?

Where did you get this?

Found it. It's got a bell on it,
and it's a police car.

I'm sure that's the lad we heard on
the tape.

In which case, what was he doing at
Winyard?

It wasn't really the moment to ask
him, sir.

I've got his address. How did you
get on with Davis?

She finally admitted the Caves had
been into the office.

She told them she couldn't let
them view the house.

Strict instructions from the vendor.
She's got another buyer lined up.

Any money she's on a back hander to
make sure they get it, too.

Someone like the Fluxes, perhaps.

Bit out of their reach, wouldn't you
say, sir?

Unless they've got some sort of hold
over her.

Phillip showed me one of these too.

You must talk to that lad first
chance you get, OK?

I will.

Where is this?
Midsomer Newton.

Sweet, isn't it?

This is more than sweet, Joyce.

Now you're going to tell me someone
has applied for permission to do
something unspeakable to it.

I got a copy of the planning
application.

It's a big extension.

(SIGHS)

Do we know the name of the person
applying to commit this atrocity?

Local builder. Gerry Moore.

Gerry Moore...

I think I'm going to need time to
take this in.

But a first-class effort so far.

Well done, Joyce.

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING INTENSIFIES)

Mr Magwood?

Good morning, sir. Yes.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby
from CID.

This is acting Detective Constable
Jones.

We'd like, if we may, to ask you a
few questions.

Oh, be my guests.

Thank you.

Right, what can I do for you
gentlemen?

A house called Winyard.
Yeah.

You've got it on the market with
Davis Estates on the High Street.

Yeah, for all the good it's doing.

Three weeks now she's been saying
there's been no interest.

I can't believe it. I've come down
from London to wake her up a bit.

How long have you owned the property,
sir?

I was evacuated here during the war.

Damn draughty old place, but the
couple were very nice.

They had no kids of their own, so
they left the place to me.

When was this?
Oh, years ago now.

So, what made you suddenly decide to
sell it?

Well...

I'm getting on a bit now. The missus
is dead.

I thought, "Must be worth a few
bob."

Have you been there recently?

No, not inside.
It's in a hell of a state.

I said to the estate agent,
"Do the best you can.

Just a quick
sale, that's all I want."

Listen...

The planning is a formality,

so just push the sale through -

it will take six weeks max for the
rebuild.

We get it back on for another 200K.
50-50, we move on to the next one.

The police are all over the place.

They can't connect you to the
murders. No?

Two people who'd been in my office
that very morning asking about the
house. Wake up.

Then there's that couple of weirdoes
from the same village.

Les and Barbara Flux?

They know I'm involved with you.

How?

What we're doing is illegal.

You do understand that?

Don't worry about them. I'll soon
sort them out. No.

Let me deal with them.

We have to take our time with this.

How much time have you got?

Enough for you, no doubt.

But nowhere near enough for me.

As usual.
Tell you what -

I'll owe you one.

She won't be long.

Why don't you sit over there, and
read a magazine?

(LAUGHTER)

Jack?

Jack?

Phillip?

Mrs Merrick?
Yes.

Acting DC Jones.

I spoke to Phillip at school today.
He's in his bedroom. Come in.

I have told him. I don't want him
going anywhere near that house.

That IS why you've come to talk to
him, isn't it?

Yes.

Phillip?

Phillip?

The little...

I am so sorry.

Give me a call when he turns up.

I need to talk to him urgently.
DOOR OPENS

Have you seen Phillip?

No.

Were you in the hotel?

What hotel?

Where my mum works in Causton.

I called out, but you didn't see me.

Haven't been to Causton.
Well, I thought it was you.

Yeah, well, don't worry.

Now, let's see if we can get this
going, eh?

WHISTLES

Mrs Barnaby's doing sterling work.

Was that what you wanted to see me
about?

No, it wasn't.
I would like, please...

..your opinion on this.

You've seen that before, haven't you?
I'm aware of it, yes.

But you don't rate it professionally?

Many great men began their careers
as amateurs.

Mr and Mrs Flux are, however, what
one might call RANK amateurs.

Rank in the sense of being off.

So, it's not a proper history book?

Have you met Mr and Mrs Flux?

Uh, yes, we have.

You mustn't confuse amateur
dramatics with genuine scholarship.

They are very interested in a house
called Winyard.

They think it's haunted.

Oh, dear God.

Winyard is a very special house,
very special indeed, but haunted?
Please!

They are passionate about it. Yes,
well, let's hope we can protect it

from misguided enthusiasm of the
likes of Leslie and Barbara Flux.

You're not perhaps interested in the
property yourself, are you?

From a conservation point of view,
yes.

Have you been to the house?

No, not yet, but I'll have to go.

No, please, I beg you. Don't go.

I'm not frightened of ghosts.
No...

Two people have been murdered very
close to that house.

If anyone has been up there in the
last 48 hours,

they're on our list of suspects.

It is a crime scene,
so I'm telling you - don't go.

Certainly gets them all worked up,
doesn't it? Yeah.

My guess is, he saw the house was on
the market,
and wanted it all to himself.

PHONE RINGS
Hello?

Mrs Merrick.

Uh-huh.

I'm coming over.

What? Phillip's been taking food
from the hotel.

She wants me to have a word with
him.

I'll drop you off.
I wouldn't mind half an hour
up at the house on my own,

soak up some of that atmosphere.

The chef noticed things disappearing
all the time.

Just silly little things like bread,
cheese, fruit...

I could lose my job.

Why is he stealing food?
No idea.

Then I saw him calling to some old
man like he knew him.

Of course he didn't.
What old man is this?

Just a man staying at the hotel.

He's a nice enough chap, but I mean,
you never know, do you?

RINGS

Right, I'd better get going.

Give me a call when he gets in.
Where the hell have you been?

Nowhere.

Oh, I know when you're lying.
Hold on, hold on.

Phillip, this is important.

Where have you been?

The house in the woods. And what did
I tell you about that place?

What were you doing up there?

Looking around.
Tell the truth, Phillip.

Were you with anyone?
No.

Did you see anyone?

Phillip.

An old man in a suit, with shiny
shoes and a stripey tie.

What are you talking about?

Phillip, I get very annoyed when
people play games with me.

His mum's worried sick.

Thinks he's been taking the food to
some old man at the house.

She's probably right. I saw biscuits
and an orange on the table.

The man he was talking to on my
tape, I thought it was Charlie
Magwood.

His mum said the lad saw him at the
hotel,

but Charlie didn't recognise him.

So, who is this man who leaves his
tuning fork behind

after teaching the boy to play piano,
eh?

And is that the same person who
takes wire out of the piano

to garrote Mr and Mrs Cave?

We should stake the place out, sir.

Let's see who else it attracts.

I'm sorry to interrupt you again.

Would you mind?

Babs is in a tangle with her willow
wands.

There's a couple of points I'd like
to clear up, if I may.

When a house gets a reputation for
being cursed or haunted,

it'll have the effect of putting off
prospective buyers, don't you think?

You have created just such a
reputation for Winyard, haven't you?

Did you kill Mr and Mrs Cave for the
same reason?

To discourage anyone else from
putting in an offer.

No!

We're not murderers.

Did you see anyone at Winyard who
might be?

Because if they saw you...

You're not suggesting that we...

..that Babs and I are in danger?

Just tell us who you've seen.

Do you mind if we go inside?

We seem to have got embroiled in
something.

We're not used to this sort of
thing.

All we wanted was somewhere we could
cherish.

I told you, we should never have got
involved.

We should never have trusted that
woman.

Harriet Davis? How exactly are you
involved with her?

We couldn't afford Winyard at the
price she was asking.

We knew what she was up to with the
builder.

She'd be handling a property, and
telling the vendor it wasn't
selling.

Then she'd let the builder have it
at a ridiculous price.

He'd give it a quick makeover,
double the price,

and they'd split the profit.

It's the oldest trick in the book.

So, what did you do?

We went to see Harriet Davis, and we
suggested

that she might let us have Winyard
at a discount.

In return for keeping your mouths
shut about her other activities?

Yes.

You blackmailed her?

Encouraged her to do something
decent for once.

One final question...

When did you last tune the piano?

Time to tighten the screws
on Harriet Davis.

Are you good for that, Detective?
Oh, I think so, sir.

And I'll talk to the solicitor
supposedly acting for Mr Magwood.

You think he's in on the scam too?

One of the Midsomer mafia, Jones.

Thank you very much.
Thank you.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

Still acting, Constable Jones?

No, Miss. This is for real.

Well, I'm afraid you're too late to
put in an offer on this one.

I've just sold it.
Oh, shame.

I'll have to keep looking, won't I?

What about Winyard? Any movement
there?

I was wondering if it had any
interest from a Mr Giles Cato,

curator of the Midsomer Museum.

Had a visit from him, yes,

but his interest is purely in the
conservation aspect.

He doesn't want it falling into the
hands of someone like...

Gerry Moore?

Does DCI Barnaby know you're out on
your own, CONSTABLE?

Mr and Mrs Flux told us their
interests

were purely in the conservation
aspect too.

But that's not true, is it?

I told you - they're fantasists.
They come out of the woodwork

whenever a place like Winyard hits
the market.

They've got you in a position where
you'll have to make them an offer.

I don't know what they've been
saying.

Of course you do. Any offer you make
them won't be in the best interests
of the vendor, will it?

Does Mr Magwood know you're about to
sell him down the river

so you can get yourself out of
difficulty with Mr and Mrs Flux?

If Mr Magwood isn't happy with the
service he's getting from me,

he's perfectly at liberty to
instruct another agent.

Mr Magwood's a pensioner,
Miss Davis,

and I think you and Gerry Moore saw
him coming.

An old man down from London - you
thought he'd be a pushover.

Till Mr and Mrs Cave found the house
of their dreams.

Is that why you killed them? With
the help of Gerry Moore, of course.

BUZZER

Could you bring in the Magwood file,
please?

It's the old man from London with
the tumbledown house.

My...predecessor Geoffrey Hollington

died with his boots on.

He was 73, and he'd put down roots.

It's taking a while for me to get to
terms with his rather antiquated
filing system.

Ah, Mandy. Thanks very much. Great.

Let's have a look.

Oh, yes. Yes, they've got the
property on

with one of the more...enterprising
local estate agents, actually.

OK... How can I help?

I'm investigating a double murder
that took place close to Winyard,

and I was hoping you'd be able to
help me

with some of the recent history of
the place.

My God.

Mr Magwood seems very keen to sell,
and I understand there are a number

of potential buyers for the house

that included the two people who were
killed.

This is awful.

Ah...

Sorry, hang on.

Please...

Sit down.

Well...

..this file hadn't seen any action
for 15 years or more

when suddenly Mr Magwood's brother
Charles turns up

with power of attorney saying that
Jack wants to sell the property.

His brother? Mm.

So...

So the Magwood selling the house is
not the legal owner?

No.

No, but the papers are all in order.

Here's Jack Magwood's signature.

So, I released the deeds to his
brother, and as far as I know

the sale's going ahead.

Actually, it did put me into rather
a quandary.

Oh?

A couple of days ago I had a visit
from someone who said

that she'd heard the property was up
for sale.

I confirmed that was the case.

However, the lady was adamant

that the legal owner did not want to
sell.

But the legal owner is Jack?

How did she know?

Well, she wouldn't say.

She just kept telling me she knew
what he wanted.

And the name of this lady?

Well, it's Miss Woodhall.
Grace Woodhall.

Sunnybank Row, Midsomer Newton.

CAR PULLS UP

You don't think, Gerry.
You never think!

The police have been back to talk to
me. Again.

They're onto us.

They think we did the murders.

Hold on - WE?!

They know we're working together.

YOU'RE the agent.

Oh, no, you don't. We're gonna drop
this one now.

It was good while it lasted, but
it's over.

No way. I have got too much invested
in this,

and Winyard's gonna be our best
earner yet.

It might have been if you'd kept
your mouth shut.

Listen, I haven't said anything to
anybody!

Can you explain to me how the Caves
knew Winyard was on the market?

No? They heard it from your single
mother up in the council houses.

What are you talking about?
The one who works in the Feathers.

I don't care if you are shagging
her. What I do care about

is that you don't discuss our
business while you're doing it.

I haven't told her anything!
It's finished.

I should have known you wouldn't be
able to handle it.

Listen, Harriet, I am warning you.

If you try and cut me out -
You're already out.

And if the police do come back to
me, I won't be going down on my own.

Excuse me.

Sorry to bother you.

Not at all, dear lady.
I wonder if you could help me?

I'm looking for a house called
Winyard.

Winyard?

I'm afraid you're well out of the
way.

It doesn't seem to be marked
on this map.

No.

Your best bet is to go...

Yes.

Out of the village.
Back that way?

You'll come to a main road. Turn
right, and keep going

for about five miles.

Five miles?

Are you sure? You're in completely
the wrong neck of the woods.

You know, I thought
I was quite close.

Oh, no, you're well out of your way.

Sorry.

Well...thank you.

Gerry Moore's favourite, sir.

He and Harriet Davis are definitely
in it together.

So did Ms Davis confess?
Not on tape, sir.

But we should bring them in.
Hang on.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Listen, Jones -

Charlie Magwood has got a brother,

and Winyard actually belongs
to that brother.

Now, I want you to have another word
with young Phillip.

Remember he said the old man at the
house used to go to his school?

You think that's
who he was stealing food for?

Charlie's brother?
Yeah.

OK. I should have said before.

The house belongs
to my brother Jack.

Why didn't you tell us
you had a brother, Mr Magwood?

Well, he's in prison
for murdering a copper.

It's not the sort of think
you talk about.

Well, I'd like you to talk about it
to me, Mr Magwood.

Well, it's ah...
18 years ago now.

He killed a young PC,
Colin Armstrong, in Hatton Garden.

I don't want to go through it all.

Why don't you do your own homework?

What would be really helpful
at this stage, Mr Magwood,

is a clear idea of your brother's
connection with Winyard.

We was evacuated there.

We was very lucky, I suppose.

The Barretts were
a very nice couple.

And of course typical Jack -
charmer -

they were eating out of his hands
in five minutes.

Couldn't do enough for him.

Me, I never liked it.
I missed my mum and dad.

But...after the war, Jack
used to come down and visit them.

And of course, nobody was surprised,
they left him the house.

But...he's inside, isn't he?

So the place stayed the way it was
the day they died.

Did you get on with your brother?

Oh, we're very different people.

This power of attorney.

Why did Jack suddenly ask you to sell
the house, after all this time?

He's due for release in two months,
so he's thinking about money.

He gave me the power of attorney
and asked me to sell.

I wish you'd told us this
at the start, Charlie.

Yeah...

I didn't think.

It's not stealing.
They've got loads of food in there.

Were you hungry?

My mum hasn't got much money.

It was lunches for me and Danny.

I don't believe you, Phillip.

And I know where you got that car
you showed me.

(SIGHS) There was a man
in the playground.

What did I tell you?

Go on.

He said he used to go to school here
when he was little.

Then I went
to the house in the woods,

cos my brother left my bike there,
and I saw him again.

He said he used to live there.

He's really nice.

He's teaching me the piano.

He never did those murders.
I know he didn't.

I want to go home now, Miss.
I want to see my mum.

Thanks, Phillip.

But stay away from that house.

Understand?

PHONE RINGS

It's all here. And I've been
on to Layfield open prison,

where Jack Magwood is serving
a life sentence

for the murder of PC Colin Armstrong.

The Hatton Garden robbery?
That's the one.

I remember reading about that case.

He absconded a week ago.

There's
an all ports call-out for him.

So! Winyard is owned
by a convicted killer.

He escapes from prison,
and a couple of days later,

two people are found
murdered near the house.

I wonder.

I wonder if these two brothers...
aren't one and the same man, eh?

We've got uniform all round
the hotel, so tomorrow, first thing,

we'll go and ask Charlie
if his name is Jack.

Joyce!

Joyce?

The man he was talking to on my
tape, I thought he was Charlie
Magwood.

But his mum said the lad saw him
at the hotel,

but Charlie didn't recognise him.

Jones - Winyard, straightaway.

And bring some backup.

Magwood!

SIREN

Magwood. Stay where you are.

Joyce, get that boy outside. Now.

Stay where you are!
No!

No one's going to hurt him.
It's all right.

Right. On your feet.

Jack Magwood, I'm arresting you

for the murders
of Peter and Caroline Cave.

He hasn't done anything! He hasn't!
It's all right.

VOICES ON POLICE RADIO

Stupid old fool. 18 years he's done.

He's only weeks
from his release date.

Huh. I don't know
what he's playing at.

We were rather hoping
that you would tell us.

Oh, I can't understand it.

Are you quite sure, Charlie, that
Jack really wanted to sell the house?

Well, put it this way.

He might not have wanted to,
but he knew he had to.

Hm.

Now, I don't know
whether you've heard this, Charlie,

but two people have been found dead,
not 200 hundred yards from Winyard.

They were both murdered.

And we know they were interested
in buying that house.

And now we discover your brother,
a convicted murderer...

No - not Jack.

Oh, no - I know he's reckless,
but no, he...

..he wouldn't. He couldn't have.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Miss Woodhall?

Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby,
Causton CID. This is DC Jones.

I'd be extremely grateful if you
could let us have a moment, please.

You went to see Jack Magwood's
solicitor about Winyard.

Why did you do that?
I'd heard it was up for sale.

And you told the solicitor
that Jack didn't want to sell it.

Yes.

How did you know
Jack didn't want to sell it?

I know Jack Magwood and how he feels
about the place. He'd never sell it.

Has Jack Magwood been staying
with you in the last few days?

Jack's in Layfield Prison.

No, Miss Woodhall.

Jack Magwood is in custody,
in Causton,

under arrest,
on suspicion of murder.

No! Not Jack!
I'm afraid so.

Oh, not again.

It couldn't happen again.
So, if you have been harbouring him,

you could be charged
as an accessory to murder.

Jack Magwood is NOT a murderer.

He never was, and he never will be.

He was put away for something he
didn't do. Ask anyone who knows him.

We've done that, Miss Woodhall.

We had a long, very long chat,
with his brother Charlie.

Oh! Yes. And I can guess
what Charlie told you as well.

I KNOW Jack. I've -

I know him very well.

We grew up together.

Look.

That was us when we were young.

They were the best years
of our lives.

You remember the Barretts? They were
the parents Jack should have had,

not that feckless bunch
back in London.

Did you know Jack won a scholarship
to Causton Grammar?

He was heading for university -
Oxford, Cambridge -

but the family made him
go back to London

and work in a fruit and veg stall!

Can you imagine
what that did to him?

(SOBS)

(SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)

What can you tell us
about the murder of PC Armstrong?

Oh...
it was what killed the Barretts.

Seeing Jack go to prison?
For something he hadn't done.

And then, when the appeal
was turned down,

well, they...they gave up hope.

We all gave up hope.
The evidence,

the evidence against Jack
was very compelling.

They never found the gun, though,
did they? That was the problem.

Jack never held a gun
in his life.

If they'd found the gun, they
would have known it wasn't Jack.

You know he refused to say anything
in his own defence?

Yes. Why do you think that was?

He was frightened.

The Magwoods were mixed up
in all sorts in those days.

Charlie knew Jack was innocent.

I think he probably
even knew who'd done it.

He could have spoken up for Jack,
but he wouldn't.

I suppose he was scared as well.

Oh...I'll be glad when HE'S gone.

If he's disturbing you,
I can have a word.

I wouldn't mind if it was
just hammering and banging.

But the arguments...
Who's he arguing with?

Oh, that estate agent,
Harriet Davis.

You should have heard them!
I thought he'd kill her.

Are you sure it was Harriet Davis?
Of course I'm sure.

She said the police were after her.

You want someone for the murders -
you ask him.

MODEL ENGINE CHUFFS

They could do you for nicking that.

WHISTLES

BEEP

Would you tell me why you walked
out of Layfield prison, Mr Magwood?

I wanted to see
where I used to live.

What, just three months
before you were released?

We've been talking
with your brother.

How is Charlie? You'd given him
power of attorney. Or had you?

We've also had a very interesting
conversation with Grace Woodhall.

She was telling us
all about Mr and Mrs Barrett.

And about the house.

Did you walk out of prison

to try and stop your brother
selling Winyard?

Did you murder
Peter and Caroline Cave

because you thought
they were going to buy it?

Did you murder PC Colin Armstrong?

I don't want to appear rude,

but I don't talk about it.

I didn't then, and I won't now.

It's just a rule with me.

I never talk about it.

PHONE RINGS

Harriet Davis Estates.

Tonight? I...

OK.

About ten.

ALARM

David? David!

Wait, everybody -
if you'd just keep calm,

I'm sure there's a very simple
explanation. David!

So if we can just -
Excuse me.

Is this for real?
I've absolutely no idea.

Let's just get everybody outside
and we'll take a roll call.

Yeah, come on. This way.

Harry?

Harriet!

ECHOING LAUGHTER

Garroted. Same MO as the Caves.

Any luck tracing that call?

A phone box, in the village.

Male voice. It's got to be
the builder, sir.

I've put a call out for him
and uniform are at his house now.

And the hotel?
False alarm, sir.

All the guests are accounted for.

Charlie Magwood?
Eventually.

Claims he got used to alarms
in the Blitz.

Said he went for a stroll
round the block.

Does he indeed?

Same person who killed the Caves,
then?

Which rules out Jack Magwood, who
spent last night in a prison cell.

I'm beginning to think the Fluxes
were right about this place.

All that stuff about the heart?

They made it up, didn't they?

It's a human heart,
stuck with thorns and pins,

and hidden in the chimney.

The hearth
is the heart of the house.

Curse the hearth
and you curse the house.

"The hearth
is the heart of the house.

Curse the hearth
and you curse the house."

What else might be hidden
up that chimney?

Oh!

George!

I want you to get onto the Met,
for the prints of everyone involved

in the shooting of PC Armstrong.
Yes, sir.

Look what we found up the chimney.

Can you do anything with that?

Been there a long time.
Yeah, 18 years, I reckon.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

I just wonder whose fingerprints
are on the trigger.

Barnaby.

No! No, no.
You did the right thing.

Yeah - we'll be right over.

Grace Woodhall.

She's got another row
going on next door.

I refuse to stand by...

I don't know who you are
or what you're talking about!

(SHOUTING) Get back in your car
and drive away!

If you've said anything
to anyone about me

or my affairs -
Married, aren't you, Mr Moore?

Does your wife know
how you spend your afternoons?

I'll kill you, you filthy bastard!
Get him off!

I'm arresting you on suspicion -
Agh!

I'm not giving up, Mr Moore!
Don't think this means -

You're under arrest too.

You killed her, you bastard!

You killed her!

Gerry Moore's got a powerful motive
for killing her. So has Cato.

But I don't quite see that, do you?
Not really.

I'm going to have another go at Jack.

Take some backup
and bring Charlie Magwood in.

I want to see those two brothers
face to face.

Michael? it's all over.
They've got the murderer.

There's a message for you,
Mr Magwood.

Thank you.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Jack.

I think it's time
to make a clean break with the past.

Don't you?

You mean, ah, tell the truth?

Yeah, that'd be it.

The stall wasn't making any money.
Not enough to keep the whole family.

It was down to me
to do something about it.

I only needed to do one job,
make enough to see us all through.

If that copper hadn't shown up...

I pointed the gun at him,
pulled the trigger

and ran.

And the rest, as they say,
is, ah, history.

But it's not history, is it, Jack?

It is here, and it is now.

That's been lying in a chimney
for the last 18 years,

where you hid it.

That's the gun
that killed PC Colin Armstrong.

That's the gun
that you hid at Winyard.

There's a couple of sets of prints
on that gun, Jack.

Yours,

and Charlie's.

I know - I tried to make Charlie
take it, but he wouldn't.

Charlie's prints
are on the trigger.

Yours are only on the barrel.

He made you take the gun,
didn't he?

And hide it.

You didn't kill Colin Armstrong.

Charlie did. No.

Yes. Jack, you served 18 years for
a crime committed by your brother -

the brother who's framing you for the
murders of Peter and Caroline Cave.

I know you've got a job to do, but -

It was Grace

who told you Charlie was trying
to sell Winyard.

That's why you walked out of Layfield
prison, to try and stop him.

Once Charlie discovered
you were out,

he killed the Caves and tried
to make it look as if you'd done it.

Harriet Davis tried to cheat him,
so he killed her too,

not realising that you were
in custody at the time. Jack,

your brother
does not deserve your loyalty.

Loyalty?
It's got nothing to do with loyalty!

Then tell me what it is.
We are identical twins.

But Charlie is not you.

You are not Charlie.

The law recognises the difference.
Grace knows the difference.

The law?
The law doesn't know how it feels.

There's only one thing
we're different in.

Charlie was tougher,
but I was luckier.

I got the brains. I got the talent.

I was the one that everybody loved.

Charlie got all the bad bits.

But that wasn't his fault.

It was an accident.

Jack, what you allowed to happen
all those years ago

was a gross miscarriage of justice

and it's still going on, isn't it?

Three more people have died.

You've been a bloody fool.
It's time to put a stop to it.

Turn that machine off.

It's not on.

Just...tell the truth, Jack.

The truth?

I'm not sure I know
what the truth is any more.

Well, I told you about
the money problems. That was true.

Our little stall couldn't keep
Charlie in suits and cars.

He had debts. People were after him.

They would have murdered him.

One night, he got a gun
and went down Hatton Garden.

When he'd done what he did,

he came running back
into the market.

He was scared,

pushed the gun at me,

asked me to hide it.

Next morning, I came down here.

I wrapped it up in one of Mrs
Barrett's aprons,

and hid it in the chimney.

I'm sure
Charlie didn't mean to shoot him.

It was an accident.

Are you willing to repeat
what you've just told me on the tape?

I appreciate what you're doing.

But it's too late.

There's no sign of Charlie.

He's checked out of the hotel.

Get a warrant out
for Charlie's arrest.

I'm driving Jack
back to Layfield prison myself.

If both of them end up inside
because he's too pigheaded

to tell the truth in court,
then...so be it.

One last look?

Hm.
Do you want a minute to yourself?

Just to say goodbye?
Yeah. Thank you.

OK. There, Jack.

Aah!
DISCORD

Ah, ahh!

Get off him!

Come on! Leave him!

JONES: Let go!

You think you've done him a favour?

You think, good, he's going to be
a free man at last?

You know what?
He'll NEVER be free.

He's stuck with me
until the day he dies,

whether he likes it or not.

Sir?
What?

That message you sent to Charlie -
was it, you know...

Was it what?

Well, a way of getting Charlie to...

No, it's nothing, sir.

You're not suggesting, are you,

that I deliberately used Jack
as bait to get Charlie here?

Not at all.

Well, because that would have been
a very high-risk strategy, Constable.

Exactly, sir.

You've put in two requests,
haven't you, to transfer to CID?

I'm keen to move on, sir.
Broaden my experience.

Well, I'll have to see what I can do.

Coming on, isn't he?
Yes, he is.

And it's good to see the house
cared for, Jack.

And we're having a new bathroom,

and central heating.
When I've sold my cottage.

KETTLE WHISTLES

That's the music I like to hear.
I could murder -

Tom.
What?

Anyone for tea?

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