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Park wherever you like, sir.

Star chart?

No, thank you.

Thank you.

We've got genuine
optical quality lenses

to fit in the eye sockets.

They are a bargain, £3.50.

And you can watch the eclipse
on the viewing card there.

It's dangerous to look
directly at the sun.

And you mustn't use
binoculars or a telescope

without one of these
filters, all right?

Free, courtesy of
the observatory.

Thank you!

Star chart reading, Professor?

Every life's an
uncertain mystery,

just waiting to be solved.

No, thank you.

Believe it or leave
it, but give it a read.

Right.

Peter!

Have you seen Jeremy?

He's in the
astrodome, I think.

Right.

The rate of a star's
pulsating oscillation

is inversely proportional to
the square root of its density.

So, when the planet-

You've lost me, Gagan.

I'm having complete
brain failure.

It's great.

When was the astrodome
built, Jeremy?

1936 by Tom Stanton,
a local landowner.

He was a keen
amateur astronomer.

Is it still
being used by the amateurs?

Yes, although...

We need to speak.

In private.

Catch me later.

I've got a much
bigger story for you.

No consultation,
no discussion,

just sheer damned arrogance.

You should have come to me

before firing off
letters like this!

I will write to
who the hell I like.

You've crossed a line, Jeremy.

Keep your nose out.

It's not gonna
happen, Lawrence.

The university has no right.

Darling?

Don't darling me.

What's going on?

Does he know?

No.

He's got that to come.

Gagan.

Amazing.

How weird is that?

Ominously strange.

It's over there, I think.

What is it, what's up?

There!

Here you go, sir.

Victim's name is
Jeremy Harper, sir.

He's age 42, from
Midsomer Stanton.

His wife Catrina is up there.

The other lady is
Margaret Dormer,

known locally as Mystic Mags,

does readings, star chart stuff.

The rock cracked his
head open like a coconut.

Feel the weight.

That Mystic Mags
says it's a meteorite.

Who's gonna believe that?

It's possible.

This has a magnetic end.

Huh!

See?

Could be a meteorite.

It will need testing.

And there are
traces of red fiber.

Gloves, or maybe
some sort of material

used to wrap the rock
before wielding it.

Peter Groves, a local plumber,

says Jeremy had a row
with Lawrence Janson,

director of the
university observatory.

Doesn't know what about, though.

Okay, bag and tag everything
and get it over to Forensics.

Thank you, madam.

Oh, Chief Inspector Barnaby.

Have we met before?

I've seen your picture
in the paper times enough.

I work for the Mercury.

I do the horoscopes, births,
marriages and deaths.

What can you tell me
about Mr. Harper's death?

During a total eclipse
of the sun, chaos prevails.

For days, secrets and
betrayals will out.

And what exactly did you see?

The sun had gone and then
I heard a sort of, a crack,

and then a thud
and I looked down.

He was lying, dead.

Moonstone Ridge is cursed.

Really?

With all your powers
of divination,

perhaps you can tell
me who did this.

No.

No, I foretell the
future, Inspector.

The past, and all its
mysteries, is your department.

What else are we gonna do?

We wait!

How long?

I calculate seven days,
then we'll know for sure.

Gagan!

My dad.

Run me to the university, Pete.

Like, now.

Gagan!

Have a day off,
Harry, will you?

My gran used to tell
us bedtime stories

about the curse of
Moonstone Ridge.

What is this curse?

Strange visitors, she said.

Cars conking out suddenly,
people coming back moonstruck,

like the walking dead.

Scared us sleepless.

I've given Jeremy's laptop
and mobile to your people.

Thank you, Mrs Harper.

Are you sure you're okay to
answer a few questions for us?

I'm fine.

So, you and your husband
Jeremy ran the tea rooms?

And the museum.

We live here on a sort
of grace and favor basis.

Jeremy's...

Was chair of the parish council.

Tom Stanton, that's
him in the photo,

left the place to the parish
to house his bits and pieces.

Ah, the Stanton Bequest.

Yes.

He also gifted Moonstone
Ridge, the Stanton Astrodome,

and the land for the
university observatory.

I work there part time,

as secretary to the
director, Lawrence Janson.

What can you
tell us about him?

He's a workaholic.

The observatory's his life.

It says here these
rocks are lunar fragments.

There was a meteor shower up
on the Ridge many moons ago.

The spear heads and
the moonstone discs

were also found up there.

It's a Bronze Age site.

Your husband was also an
enthusiastic astronomer.

A passionate amateur.

Wedded to star watching.

Chair of the
Astronomical Society

and the Heritage Society.

Jeremy always had more pies
than fingers to put in them.

He liked to run things.

Peter Groves, the plumber.

He says he witnessed
a row between

your husband and Lawrence
Janson at the eclipse.

Yes.

It was...

Sorry.

Would you like to stop?

No, no, I...

This is hard.

You see, my sister Mary was
found dead up on the Ridge.

Years ago.

I'm sorry.

You question Peter again.

I'll tackle Lawrence.

And look into the
death of her sister.

If the rock that killed
Jeremy was a lunar fragment,

like those in the museum,

you could say he'd
been moonstruck.

Hm?

The Moonstone Curse, sir,
maybe there's something in it.

So, Delta P equals MPC cubed,

which also equals
the sum of delta

by the sum of MPC equals
delta by MC squared

to the power of
two over MPC cubed,

where MP is mass of the
proton and D is energy.

Very interesting.

Let me have a read of your
thesis and I'll get back to you.

That's all.

Great.

Yes.

Thanks, Lawrence.

You encouraging her in this?

No, it's all her own work.

The girl has a brain
the size of a planet.

And an ego to match.

The arrogance
of youth, perhaps.

But such an elegant
critique of your theory,

don't you think?

This is no time for
anything that undermines me

or the prestige of
the observatory,

and you know the
trouble this place is in

since Jeremy Harper
shot his mouth off.

That's an
administrative problem.

Gagan's mathematics
are consummate.

Pure science.

That's all that matters to me.

So, what's a plumber
doing with a dish like that?

A radio telescope,
bounces deep space signals

back into the feed.

Signals from what?

Stars, planets, galaxies.

Little brown dwarfs.

Any little green
men been in touch?

There's a billion galaxies
in the multiverse, Sergeant.

Odds on someone's
trying to reach us.

You really believe that?

We've had UFOs
on Moonstone Ridge.

And then, of course,
there are the visitors.

What sort of visitors?

Extra-terrestrials.

Moon-like faces, or so they say.

You told me you'd seen
Jeremy having an argument

with Lawrence Janson
before he was murdered.

Yeah.

I've no idea what about.

But you were friends
with Jeremy, though,

in the astronomy society.

I think friends
is over-egging it.

Never really got
close to Jeremy.

We worked on stuff together.

Him, George Dormer,
Gagan and me.

Analyzing data sets
from space missions.

Telescope downloads.

Can you think of
any reason why someone

would want to kill him?

He was a top-class pain.

But no, it's probably
just some nutter.

There's plenty of
them out there.

Yeah, I meet a lot of
them in my line of work.

Sorry, ET calling.

Excuse me.

Aquarian Systems.

Ah, yes, hello there.

Detective Chief
Inspector Barnaby.

Lawrence Janson, Director.

This is Professor Adrian Sharp.

Hello.

Ah!

Are you familiar with
the uncertainty principle,

Chief Inspector?

I'm not really sure.

Prime law of quantum physics.

How you look at things affects
what you believe you see.

That's also the first law
of criminal investigation,

Professor.

Ah, yes.

Just one moment.

Doctor Janson, I understand
you had an argument

with Jeremy Harper
on Moonstone Ridge

just before the eclipse.

Yes.

Handbags at 10 paces stuff.

Jeremy was always
picking a fight.

About what?

He was hostile to
certain developments

we have in mind for the Ridge.

Chief Inspector.

The rock your forensics people
sent us for examination.

It's definitely a meteorite.

I'll leave you with
Adrian, Chief Inspector.

It has a dark crust
caused by the friction heat

of atmospheric entry.

Very dense matter,
probably iron and nickel.

There's megatons of metal
floating about out there.

Carbon compressed to
its deepest density,

sucked into black holes.

Which is probably where our
own planet will end its days.

A cheery thought.

Depends how you look at it.

In the final analysis,
we're all stardust.

Jones, find out some
more about Lawrence Janson.

Oh, and, check out
Panelsun International

while you're about it.

Where's the damn story, Tanya,

where's the grabby headline?

Well, it's a
murder, Mr Clough.

That's yesterday's news.

It's gonna be all
over the telly.

Get ahead of the curve!

You should be digging,
not sat in here

bump-starting your brain.

Yes, Mr Clough.

I'll find a story.

You couldn't find
your backside with
the light on, Tanya.

And as for you, Mystic Mags,

our readers don't
want all this guff

about global community
of awakened souls.

They wanna know if
they're gonna cop off

with a tall dark stranger
who's heaven on earth.

Spice it up, love!

Right.

Got you.

Yes.

This newspaper is on the edge.

Simple as a pimple, ladies.

Boost circulation or your
future is gonna be in the past.

The pair of you.

Philistine!

Oh, but he's right.

We need a new angle
on this murder story.

Okay.

I have got an idea which I
think will raise a few eyebrows.

Take a look at this.

Anything more on
Peter the plumber?

He's on a planet
with the pixies, sir.

Spent most of the time talking
about extra-terrestrial life.

Ah, the Goldilocks zone.

Not heard of it, Jones?

Are we on the three bears now?

The theory that life may exist

on a habitable planet
somewhere out there,

one that's not too
small and not too big

and not too hot
and not too cold,

but just right.

Huh.

Lawrence Janson took over the
Observatory three years ago.

And Panelsun International?

He brought them in.

Big solar energy
company, very green,

environmentalist outfit.

They gifted the Observatory
a three year grant

of two million quid.

So, that funding's
up for renewal.

Could be, yeah.

And I ran through
Jeremy's mobile.

There's a few threatening
emails on there to Lawrence.

Threatening what?

Apparently, Jeremy
got wind that Lawrence

planned to close down
the old Stanton Astrodome

and build a new
university facility

on part of Moonstone Ridge.

Jeremy wrote to
Panelsun and threatened

a mass campaign against it.

Oh, so that's what
their row was about then.

Lawrence would be furious,

Jeremy was threatening
his funding.

And I read through the files
on Catrina's sister, Mary.

She was married to
Harmendra Dutta,

a local chemist.

Her body was found on
Moonstone Ridge 15 years ago.

Kate's checking the
pathology reports.

There were suspicions-

Have you seen
the paper, Jones?

Mercury's Mystic Mags predicted
Murder on Moonstone Ridge.

Mystic Mags told our reporter
that Jeremy Harper's death

was written in the stars.

That's baloney.

She was standing closest
to Jeremy when he was killed.

Maybe she knows more
than she's said.

Why did you do it?

I had to.

It's murder, Mags.

If the police start
digging into the past

who knows where it will lead?

They won't find out.

How can they?

It's not a clever
stroke to pull.

Not clever at all.

Have you put my
diary somewhere?

It's in the hall by the phone.

Ah, there it is.

Thank you, darling.

Sorry, sorry.

My mobile, I can't find
my mobile anywhere.

Mine's on the desk, ring
yours and you'll find it.

Ah.

And you call
yourself a detective!

Breathe!

Stop stressing.

I'm breathing, I'm breathing.

Ah!

Got it.

Thanks, darling.

Bye!

I've got
yoga after school.

Yeah.

I'll cook.

Sorry to crash your karma.

Bye.

Right, Sykes.

George, the police
are coming round.

That's probably them now.

I told you they'd
start digging around.

I'll be in my shed.

You were in your
shed all last night.

I was on moon watch, you
have to do it in the dark.

I wouldn't mind a
husband whose idea of

doing it in the dark
was a bit more exciting

than staring at the bloody moon.

Hello, Inspector.

Come in.

You predicted Jeremy's murder.

Yes, that's right.

Crystal ball, was it, or
did you read his tea leaves?

I'm an astrologer, Sergeant,

not a fairground fortune teller.

What exactly is
the difference?

Astrology is the application
of cosmic principles

to everyday life.

We are what our stars make us.

Scorpio, right?

Was that a guess?

You're a police officer.

Scorpio forever chases
Orion The Hunter,

the killer, across
the night skies.

Ah.

So, you drew up Jeremy's
star chart for him

before his death?

No, it was his wife Catrina
who came to me for a reading.

Is she a regular of yours?

No, but she had some domestic
turbulence, shall we say?

I told her that her nearest
and dearest were in danger.

Was that the extent
of your prediction?

I was right, wasn't I?

May I see this
star chart, please?

No, sorry, it's confidential.

Confidential?

It's on the front
page of the newspaper.

You're just drumming up business
for yourself, aren't you?

I have had one or
two extra bookings

on the strength of it.

Is it true you were
with Catrina's sister,

Mary, the night she died?

Well, it was 15 years ago.

There was a party here.

Mary left, went home
to Harry, her husband,

and that was the last
we ever saw of her.

Hm.

Well, thank you.

I'm sure we'll be
seeing you again soon.

But, presumably, you
already knew that.

I'm sorry you're not
a believer, Sergeant.

You should explore your star
chart one of these days.

The unexamined life
is not worth living.

I was fuming when I read it.

I phoned Mags, told
her off a strip.

So her prediction
was bogus, then?

No.

She did tell me someone
very close to me

was in mortal danger.

Mags mentioned some
domestic troubles.

Jeremy and I...

Our marriage was never easy.

Jeremy didn't want a partner,

he wanted a mouse-wife
who'd never challenge him.

We found some emails
on Jeremy's phone,

about the University
Observatory's plans

to extend onto Moonstone Ridge.

He went into my laptop,

found several letters
I'd typed for Lawrence

about the plans.

That's why they
were at loggerheads.

Is that the only reason?

Yes.

Look, Chief Inspector,
this funding problem,

it's not public.

There are delicate
negotiations involved.

About your sister, Mary.

I don't know what
happened to her.

Please excuse me.

Of course, and thank you
for being so frank with us.

She's lying.

How's that, sir?

What kind of husband searches
through his wife's emails?

The kind that thinks
she was having an affair?

Wouldn't be the
first time a secretary

and her boss had got together.

Maybe it's Lawrence, then.

Crime of passion.

But it's weird, sir.

Mags predicting Jeremy's
death like that,

and she knew you were a Scorpio.

Maybe she does
have mystic powers.

Right.

Harry the chemist next, sir.

Or, Mags fulfilled her own
prophecy to boost her business.

What, Mags killed Jeremy?

Well, stranger
things have happened

when the moon's full
and the rent's due.

I was studying the
eclipse as part of my PhD.

I just heard a scream and
Jeremy was lying there.

Awful.

You knew him?

From the Astronomical
Society, yes.

Sorry, I need to get
these prescriptions out.

Fine.

Thank you.

Here, just in case.

Thanks.

She works so
hard, helping me out

as well as doing her studies.

Your daughter's name is...

Gagan, short for Gagandipika.

Lamp of the heavens.

She is the light of my life.

You were also
up at the eclipse?

Yes, but I saw
no more than she.

And she's your daughter
from your first wife,

is that right?

My only wife.

Since Mary died I've been
wedded to a single life.

I understand there was some
question around her death.

Mary was at a
party at the Dormers.

Jeremy was there.

Alcohol to them is
what water is to fish.

They all lie together
about what happened to Mary

and now that same
astronomical set

has pulled in my
daughter, Chief Inspector.

I just can't
believe it's happened.

No.

The police were here twice,
asking about you and Jeremy.

You didn't tell them about us?

No.

I thought that'd make
them suspect you more.

Suspect me?

Jeremy was a
bumptious prat, but,

I certainly didn't kill him.

You don't think I did it?

No.

I'm not accusing you, no, but...

But what?

Look, I no more killed
Jeremy, darling, than you did.

Course not.

I'm sorry, I...

Yeah, it's okay.

Though you were right not to
mention this to the police.

What good would it do, hm?

Come here.

And from the warrior
into the triangle.

And reach for the sky.

And back into the warrior.

Yes.

And hold on the outward breath.

And relax.

Sit, please.

We spoke last week of the
three rhythms of life.

The drawing of breath,

the beats of the heart,

the waves of the brain.

Today we will activate
the third chakra,

the energy of will, power,
and self confidence.

Place your palms on
your stomach, like so,

and rotate them
gently clockwise.

And repeat, I am powerful.

I am powerful.

I am the will of
creating whatever I desire.

I am the will of
creating whatever I desire.

I desire my tea and biscuits.

Quiet, please.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

How are your spirits?

Struggling.

A walk and a talk later?

Yeah, I'd like that.

I'll call you.

Where are you going?

I'll be out tonight.

When will you be back?

Is this a quiz?

Don't be facetious.

I'll be back in
my own good time.

Come, you're shaking
like an onion paper.

Let me help you.

Please.

Harry, don't.

I've loved you a long time

and never reached
the end of hope.

And I respect you
deeply but I don't...

I'm in a mess.

I've been having an affair.

What?

My boss at the Observatory.

Lawrence Janson.

The thing is, I haven't told
the police about him and me.

I panicked, I was afraid
they'd think I was involved.

Involved?

Jeremy was...

I can't believe it was Lawrence.

Janson is a snake.

I don't know what to do.

Your mind is muddled.

You must think straight.

Tell the police your fears.

Fate is not in the stars
but in the choices we make.

And a man can kill for love.

Reading
your horoscope?

Uh-huh.

It says with your
moon moving into Libra

and Venus squaring Saturn, ex...

Ah.

Expect the unexpected in you
and your partner's love life.

Oh, sounds promising.

What's Scorpio?

Jupiter and Saturn promise a
change in your beliefs today.

A spark of interest
in a new philosophy

or spiritual tradition.

Oh!

Complete twaddle.

Yoga!

I told you this morning.

Look, you need to de-stress,

learn to meditate and visualize.

Do you think Sykes meditates

when he stares into
space like that?

What's he thinking about?

Food.

Probably.

All right, I'll try it, I will.

Really?

Okay.

Well, how about now?

I can show you.

No, no, not now.

Well, why not now?

Well, I'm expecting
the unexpected.

It's an
eccentric orbit.

It makes calculations
double difficult.

It's only five
more days, George.

Have you processed the last
data sets I downloaded to you?

No, Jeremy was gonna do that.

Okay, I'm on it.

It said in the Mercury your
wife predicted Jeremy's death.

You don't wanna
believe everything

you read in the newspaper.

Do either of you know
exactly what happened?

No more than you.

Do you think one
of us killed him?

Maybe it was the Moonstone
Curse that did it, eh, Peter?

Baa!

I'm frightened, okay?

This is not funny.

Sorry!

Sorry.

It's tragic, yeah,
but stuff happens.

It's nothing to do with us.

No time to lose
our grip now, Gagan.

Now that Jeremy's
gone we've gotta be

all for one and
one for all, yeah?

That's right.

Oh, shit!

Dad, I'm off, I'll miss my bus.

Okay, bye!

Gagan, your bag!

Damn it!

Going my way?

Can we catch up the bus?

Gagan!

I heard a crash of
glass about 1 a.m.,

I called the police immediately.

So, what's missing?

A spear-head and
the Moonstone Disc.

It's some kind of a sun dial.

It's Bronze Age, circa 1600BC.

Apparently they could harmonize
the lunar and solar months

back then by
orientating the disc.

Why steal those, especially?

Could be metal thieves, sir.

Some idiots had all
the bronze plaques

off every park bench
in Causton last week.

They strip anything.

And nothing else is missing?

I don't think so, but I
haven't checked upstairs.

There's red fibers
on this broken glass.

Get it over to Forensics,

see if it's a match
with what Kate found

on the rock that killed Jeremy.

Time to visit
Lawrence again, sir?

No, I'm sure that he and
Catrina will deny any affair

and he'll certainly deny murder.

No, I want more before
we tackle him again.

I've read your thesis,

and I'm afraid it just doesn't
meet the required standard.

Why?

Well, frankly,
there's a profound
shallowness to the work.

That's ridiculous, Lawrence.

No, it's because I've
hit a nerve, isn't it?

Because your book on the
uncertainty principle

is fundamentally flawed
and my thesis proves it.

Okay, let's keep the
temperature down, shall we?

You may have a warp-speed mind

and more ideas than Einstein,

but you lack academic
discipline, my dear.

I suggest you
concentrate on a subject

you more fully comprehend.

Why didn't you
stand up for me?

I've known Lawrence
for a long time.

There's no point in challenging
him when his blood's up,

and he's under
considerable pressure.

We all have pressure.

Look, don't repeat this,
but Lawrence is in trouble.

Panelsun are
threatening to pull out

over plans to expand
the Observatory.

A thesis rubbishing
his published work

is not gonna help right now.

I'm not someone who
goes along to get along.

I know.

But hold your nose, re-read
his book, and then we'll talk.

Okay?

I was pinging for
space bodies when it cut out.

I think
you've blown a fuse.

You were with my
daughter this morning.

I gave her a lift, yeah.

Were you with her last night?

Alone with her?

Hold on, Harry, just hang on.

You're up
the wrong tree, matey.

Stay away or I will give you
more than a verbal battering.

You wouldn't want a ticket
to his planet, would you?

What's his problem?

He's been like that about
Gagan since his wife died.

Why's he picking on me?

Well, you're a
plumber, aren't you?

Oh, behave, George!

I'm hardly working
my way through

the female population
of Midsomer, am I?

Mysteries Of The Cosmos:
An Astrological Guide!

You're not beginning to
believe, are you, Jones?

Just background.

Always been interested in
planets, constellations.

Heavenly bodies?

For instance,
did you know Uranus

is 14 times bigger
than the Earth?

Must we, Jones?

Oh, the report came
back on Jeremy's laptop.

Techies said there's
lots of downloads on it,

but it's been encrypted.

They're from Harry's
daughter, Gagan.

Star data,
mathematical formulas,

some they can't even crack.

They're working on it.

These have just come
back from Forensics.

The fibers from the rock
and those from the break-in

are identical, some sort
of hide-skin material,

and the red pigment is a match.

No prints
lifted from the scene?

And so the top likelihood
is that the perpetrator

was wearing hide-skin
gloves on both occasions.

That's all the trace
evidence you're gonna get.

But it does give us a tie-in

between the robbery
and the murder.

Yeah, and I looked
into Mary's death.

Catrina Harper's sister.

The pathologist was uncertain,

but he believed the body
was moved after her death.

Extraneous bruising on her arms.

Accident or murder?

It was never resolved.

So, that's me.

You haven't forgotten
my birthday bash.

Saturday, Half Moon Hotel.

No, the beer disposal
squad will be there.

Wicked.

Dress to kill.

It will be a late one, I
was born under a bad sign.

Remember, in the
corpse position,

to let your feet
fall out to the side.

Yes, Sarah, good.

Palms upward, Catrina.

Yes.

Now move your fingers and toes.

Bring yourselves
back to the present.

Knees to the chest.

Slowly.

Roll to the side and up
into the seated position,

and salutations, well done.

Good class, everyone.

Harry, may I have a word?

See you next week.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Sorry,
sometimes it just...

It must be so terrible.

I only met Jeremy that one time.

Thank you.

He and I were gonna be
working on a story together,

about the Observatory.

What story?

I shouldn't say.

Was it about Panelsun

threatening to withdraw funding?

Who told you that?

Just something I heard.

You shouldn't
repeat idle gossip,

it can do a lot of damage!

It's not true, then?

No, it isn't!

Excuse me.

Who did tell you that?

Oh, rumors from the
observatory canteen.

Lawrence Janson.

Oh, hi, this is Tanya Walker,

deputy editor, Midsomer Mercury.

I have a few questions
for you, Doctor Janson.

Perhaps we could
arrange a meeting.

You were working
with Jeremy Harper

before he died, weren't you?

Sending him encrypted
information.

Yes.

Not observatory data, surely?

Why encrypted?

Was it secret, confidential?

The director,
Lawrence, doesn't approve

of making our data
available to amateurs.

So you were trying to
conceal what you were doing?

It's crazy.

The information is
there, why not use it?

It's just data sharing.

It wasn't data theft, then?

Because that would
be an offense.

Look, I'm sure we can
sort this out internally.

Please.

If you say so.

While we're on the
subject of theft,

where were you from midnight
to 1:30 a.m. yesterday morning?

Why?

Because Stanton
Museum was broken into.

Are you accusing me?

Calm down.

She was here.

We were on night duty, working
on observations together.

Right.

Well, that's all I need
to ask you for now.

Thank you.

Thank you, Chief Inspector.

Sorry.

And thanks.

I'll have to talk
this over with Lawrence.

Oh, he's gonna love it!

He'll kill me for this.

Can I
ask who told you this?

You can ask, but
we journalists never
reveal our sources.

Hm!

Tanya, may I call you Tanya?

I appreciate it's your
job to sell papers.

It's my job to keep the
observatory on track.

Yes, of course.

You see, if our
main funder pulls out,

other funders could follow suit,

and then there'd
be no observatory.

It'll close down?

Look, I'm begging you, Tanya,

just put this on hold
and in a few days

I'll give you the
whole story and more.

There's more?

Listen, you stupid woman,

this is business-sensitive
information.

I've invested my whole
career in this place

so I will not see you and
your grubby rag bring it down.

I'll just say that you
deny the story, then,

is that right?

No.

No.

A denial in the press
is the kiss of death.

What's he doing here?

Fixing the boiler.

I asked Peter here so that
you and I wouldn't be alone.

He was listening in.

I couldn't help
overhearing, no.

Ooh, I'll have to
print the story now!

There wouldn't be a story
if that tree-hugger Jeremy

and the rest of you
had kept out of it.

This is our village.

Who do you think you are,
coming out of nowhere

and lording it?

You've got a surprise
coming, a big surprise.

Astronomical
science begins where

your amateur stargazing ends.

The future of my observatory
will be threatened

over my dead body.

Can I quote you on that?

Print one word of this and
you'll live to regret it!

Thanks.

How did you get the
lowdown on Lawrence?

Oh, a-ha!

He's ruthless.

You tread carefully
now we've crossed him.

I'm not wearing a leotard.

Harry says that the breath
is what it's all about.

So, put your right leg in a
bit and your left leg out.

No, no, no, this
in and left out.

In-out, in-out,
shake it all about?

Be serious.

Okay, now lie down.

Palms up.

Okay, now breathe in.

And breathe out.

Just give way.

Give way.

What are you thinking about?

My driving instructor, she
had exactly that tone of voice.

Stop it!

Okay, breathe, and feel
the weight of your body.

And breathe.

The police have
just called me.

Were you aware Gagan
has been downloading

data to the local amateurs?

Not till today.

You're running a
leaky ship, Adrian.

Someone's also
leaked to the press

about the Moonstone
Ridge extension.

Have you told anyone?

Well, I did
mention it to Gagan,

after your disgraceful display
in response to her thesis.

Oh why the hell-

I felt she deserved
some explanation.

I informed her of the pressure
you're under presently.

So she's taken revenge because
I dissed her lousy thesis.

She's upset, she's
not vindictive.

Rejection's hard to take
sometimes, Lawrence.

She's a thief.

Tell her I want to see her
my office tomorrow morning.

I'm her tutor.

I'll talk to her.

All right.

But we need damage limitation.

I'm meeting Panelsun next week.

Calm down.

I'm sure all this is
just temporary blip.

Nothing endures
like the temporary.

We need to keep a lid on this.

We need to ensure
Gagan is silenced.

Who's there?

That's the spearhead
that was stolen

from the museum tearooms.

The entry wound angle
suggests that the spear

struck him while he was
standing and he then collapsed.

Could he have pulled
the spear out himself?

That's possible.

It'd be an instinctive reaction.

But I suspect that it had
pierced the left ventricle.

He wouldn't survive that.

There's red fibers
on the spearhead.

So Jeremy's murder wasn't
just a one-off, then.

And the body's been moved.

Positioned carefully.

Look at the legs.

The arm.

The spear lying above
his head like that.

Something to
do with the killer's MO?

Usually it's a challenge.

Catch me if you can.

Can I have your clipboard?

Of course, sir.

Thank you.

I've found Peter's
work diary, sir.

His last call was
at Tanya Walker's,

who I think works
at the Mercury.

Well done.

You pay a visit to
Tanya at the Mercury.

Hold everything, Tanya.

Peter Groves has been killed.

What?

When?

Last night.

The milkman found him this
morning and he rang George.

The police are up at
Peter's place now.

Oh, God, that's terrible.

I know, but pull
yourself together, Tanya.

Listen, he was
killed with a spear.

Which is amazing, because
according to his chart,

Mars is in the ascendant.

Mars.

The God of War.

Whose symbol is what?

A spear!

That's weird.

You might almost
say it's predictable.

You might even say that
I foretold his death.

Make a cracking headline.

All right.

All right, we'll go with it.

And then I want you to predict
dark times ahead for Stanton.

I've found out that
the observatory might
lose its funding.

There's 20-odd villagers
that work up there

who will lose their jobs.

I'll say the observatory
is on the skids

and that your
predictions were spot on.

Oh, that's perfect.

Poor Peter.

Yeah, but this is
career gold, Tanya.

Cheer up.

Before you know it, we'll
be on the national news.

The Sun, The Star.

The sky's the limit!

Tanya Walker?

Yes.

I'm Detective Sergeant Jones.

Causton CID.

Sorry, I'm in a tearing hurry.

Lunch in town with my editor.

I understand Peter Groves
was at your house last night.

Yes.

He fixed my boiler.

What time did he leave?

About half seven.

I appreciate you're
investigating his murder.

Who told you he was murdered?

Mags.

Mystic Mags.

In fact, she predicted it.

Extraordinary.

You can read about it
in tomorrow's Mercury.

We've just received this

flat from the news room.

The body of local
plumber Peter Groves

was found early this morning.

Foul play is suspected.

Police haven't issued
a statement as yet.

Gentlemen,

come inside.

Inspector!

I'll join you in a moment.

Any idea
who killed Peter?

You suspect someone?

Yes.

Harry.

The chemist.

He had a set-to with
Peter yesterday.

He thought Pete was banging
his daughter, Gagan.

And I saw Harry a few nights
back up on Moonstone Ridge,

with Jeremy's wife Catrina.

Is this to do with the death
of Mary Dutta, Harry's wife?

You and Jeremy were
there at the party

on the night she
died, weren't you?

Her body was moved,
I understand.

Apparently.

Nothing happened at
the party, I swear,

but Harry's always blamed us.

Now he thinks that
something like that

is gonna happen to Gagan.

It's mad.

Hm.

Almost as mad as Mags
claiming to have predicted

both Jeremy and Peter's murders.

She's an astrologist.

She despises us as
amateur star watchers.

Mags is a charlatan
but it pays the rent.

And where were you
last night, George?

There was a transit of Venus.

I was here.

All night.

It keeps me out of the house.

Have a good look at
Harry, Chief Inspector.

Something's snapped.

I'm telling you.

He's lost it.

There you are.

Mars is in the ascendant
in the Eighth House

of Peter's zodiac.

And that's it?

You're calling that a
prediction in tomorrow's paper?

And I warned Peter about it.

He would tell you-

If he wasn't dead.

Yes.

Did you know that
I know your gran?

What?

Your gran.

She came to see me last
week for a reading.

She told me your birth date
and that you were born-

Hang on.

I don't need my stars read.

Ooh, yes you do.

I can tell.

You're curious.

We all are.

No.

No, I'm not.

Your birth date,
anybody's birth date,

is like the vintages of wine.

Some are priceless.

Some are plonk.

So what's mine
come out as, then?

Oh.

Oh, I see.

You are curious.

Well, astrology is
like soul gazing.

I mean, is there
nothing that you would

really, really like to know?

Yeah.

Who's gonna win
the 3:30 at Ascot?

I could tell you something
more important that that.

I could tell you your fate.

Police.

Quick, please!

Stay away, I've
called the police.

Police?

I wasn't following you, Tanya.

I'm just out for a run.

Stay back.

You're getting paranoid.

You're out of your depth.

Can
you hear me, madam?

And soon you'll
be out of a job,

Tanya.

Are you
all right, madam?

No, sorry.

I'm fine.

It's a false alarm.

So, Sarah tells me you've
been meditating, Inspector.

Yes.

Loving it.

Excellent.

I understand you
had an altercation

with Peter Groves yesterday.

Yes.

Hot words were exchanged.

Do you have
daughters, gentlemen?

No.

Then you will not know.

You try and keep
your eyes on them

but you cannot cover every
corner of the universe.

Gagan is 21.

A dangerous age for a woman.

Men have come little further
since we lived up trees.

They are all stones made
from the same mountain.

So, you accused Peter
of consorting with her?

Yes.

I had to intervene.

No use letting your house get
on fire then digging a well.

No.

I suppose not.

Did Peter tell you of this
argument or was it George?

Yes.

George was there.

And where were you after
7:30 last night, Harry?

I was alone.

Contemplating.

These are dark times, Inspector.

The Kali Yoga Cycle.

But it will be followed
by the Cycle of Light.

The Age of Aquarius.

Unfortunately Jeremy and
Peter won't be here to enjoy it.

Oh yes, they will.

We are all born again.

To die is nothing.

Just a step towards rebirth.

Do you think he
seriously believes

in rebirth and all that?

Oh, Harry's deadly serious.

It's basic to his faith.

I didn't know you'd
gone all yogic, sir.

Meditating?

It was Sarah's idea.

Blue sky thinking.

You should try it, Jones.

Hello?

Is somebody there?

That's the Moonstone
Disc stolen from the museum

with the spearhead.

Someone's honed the edges.

Razor sharp.

Lethal weapon.

Sliced open his carotid artery.

That the cause of death?

Well, there wasn't
a great deal of blood

so it's possible he
had a cardiac arrest

triggered by the attack.

He's was obviously obese.

Time of death?

Between 10 and midnight.

I won't know exactly till
I get him back on the slab.

Looks like the same red
fibers on the murder weapon.

Oh, it's the
same hand did this.

I don't doubt it.

But the body's
not been positioned

like the previous victim.

The rock, then the
spearhead, and now this disc,

are all from Moonstone Ridge.

Maybe that's the signature.

The neighbors are
pretty spooked, sir.

Think these murders are to
do with the Moonstone Curse.

They were all in bed
behind locked doors.

Saw nothing.

Heard nothing.

Mags found the
body this morning.

Pop in and ask her where she
was between 10 and midnight.

Think she's a possible, sir?

Well, she claims to have
predicted two murders.

And now her husband's
turned up dead.

So, you were in here
between 10 and midnight?

I'm sorry.

Take your time.

Well, yes, I was working.

I didn't hear a thing.

And George was
alone in the shed?

Alone with a bottle of whisky.

Yes.

George has been back on the
drink ever since Jeremy died.

He used to be a big boozer.

George was the reason that
pubs invented closing time.

Yup.

There.

You see?

I logged off at 3:22 a.m.

Actually, I was casting
your star chart.

Would you like to see it?

No, thank you.

You should.

It's very interesting.

You have a lot to
look forward to.

See.

Venus is passing through
your 11th House just now

turning on your love light.

You need to get your
affairs in order.

I'm not having any affairs-

Well, you will soon.

You'll have a close
encounter with one

you have been fantasizing about.

A female colleague at work?

Possibly.

Oh?

And the 11.

The number 11 is significant.

Is it a house number?

Or the alphabet?

A, B, C, D, E, F...

Does the letter K mean anything?

Does it describe her?

Oh.

Sadly, the elements don't
often reveal the physical,

but, you should take
extra care this weekend

with your appearance.

Let your passion shine through.

Excuse me.

Yes, sir.

Yeah, I'll be with
you in a tick.

I have to go.

Why don't you
take this with you?

Thanks.

Be immortal for as long
as you live, Sergeant.

Because nothing is
more certain in life

than that it will end in death.

See you at the weekend, Kate.

I hope so.

Oh, there's something.

I just can't...

Let it go, John.

There's something I'm missing

about the killer's signature.

I just can't...

I can't see it.

My head's spinning.

So you need to calm down.

Be still and clear your mind.

Yeah, yeah.

Just try and visualize, okay?

So the Earth is rotating
at 1,000 miles per hour,

which is spinning at 60,000
miles an hour around the sun,

which is traveling at
500,000 miles an hour

through the universe.

How does that make you feel?

Even dizzier.

Darling, this is useless
unless you go with it.

Open your mind to it.

Give me your hands.

Right.

Take a deep breath with me.

Now close your
eyes and visualize.

Can you feel the energy flowing?

Oh yes.

A definite rush of blood.

Quiet, Sykes.

Close your eyes.

I don't think we
need an audience for
this, do we, darling?

No, we don't.

Yes, Jones.

No.

I'll handle it.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Well, Sykesy, it's
you and me again.

What are we doing up here?

I always come up to the
Ridge to do my thinking.

Talk to my mum.

This is where they found her.

What's this about?

I'm frightened.

He's killed Jeremy,
Peter and George.

He'll come after me.

Who'll come after you?

Lawrence.

I'm sure it's him.

Why would he do that?

The four of us had
been working together

for nearly a year using
the data I downloaded.

Jeremy had spotted
light variations

on a distant star some time ago.

You've lost me.

What does that mean?

It suggests
something is orbiting.

Coming between the star and us.

Momentarily, as it passes.

Something like what?

A planet.

We believed we'd
discovered a new planet

orbiting a distant star.

And you kept that a secret?

Why?

We were waiting
for confirmation.

For its transit to
come back round.

It's due to pass again
some time tomorrow.

Who else knew about this?

No-one.

Just us four.

But maybe Lawrence found
out what we'd discovered.

The last thing he'd want is me

and a bunch of amateurs
finding a new planet.

He despises me!

I'm terrified.

Morning, Sir.

How did it go with Gagan?

She's convinced
this is Lawrence.

Leave that and go
and find him, Jones.

Get him in for questioning.

Yes, sir.

He's in Birmingham
at a conference.

He won't be back until
later this afternoon.

Ask him to give
me a call, will you?

Certainly.

Thanks.

Lawrence, the police
were here to speak to you.

No, I told them
nothing about it.

You disappoint me.

What are you talking about?

I found these prophylactics
in your bag the other day.

You searched my bag?

They fell out before me,
as if by fate, warning me.

It's none of your business.

I know a young woman
feels the urge to merge-

I don't want to discuss it!

Was it Peter?

Was it him?

I saw you going with him.

Peter was gay and
very happy about it.

I can't be doing with this, Dad.

Peter is dead and
I'm freaked, okay?

I stole stuff from
the observatory.

Stole?

It was just data.

Knowledge.

You always said knowledge
should be shared by all!

You should have
told me of this.

It was a secret.

But nothing else was going
on there between us, Dad.

I promise you.

Oh Gagan, don't get upset.

It's just that I
have to care for you.

It's my duty to your mother.

My promise to her spirit.

Look, I've got a
tutorial with Adrian.

Can I borrow the car?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Thanks, Dad.

Love you.

Lawrence was furious.

He's convinced you
leaked to the press

and you and the village
amateurs are hell-bent

on bringing him and
the observatory down.

There's hardly any members

of the Astronomical
Society left, Adrian.

They've all been murdered.

I think I know who by.

Who?

I can't tell you.

I'm frightened.

Of course you are.

We all are.

These deaths are a
terrifying tragedy.

They're nothing to do with you.

I'm certain.

I'm sorry to lay this on you.

I'm glad you have.

I'd better go.

Why?

Where are you going?

I need a thinking
walk on the Ridge.

Talk to Mum.

Well, be careful.

Thanks.

These murder weapons, the
rock, spear and the disc-

Hush, Jones.

I'm trying to visualize.

Sorry, sir.

I wonder.

Yes, the Moonstone
disc and the picture

in the museum catalog
are different.

Can you see?

No.

On the disc,
the murder weapon,

there's this arrangement
of small gold dots,

which is barely visible
in the photograph

in the catalog.

Yeah.

You're right.

So, the dots on the disc
must have been polished up

after the disc was stolen.

This is the outline of
Peter's body as it was found.

This is the pattern of the dots

as they now appear on the disc.

That's the same pattern.

These aren't just dots, Jones.

These are stars.

This is a constellation.

The constellation of Scorpio.

My sign.

This is classical
serial killer behavior.

The killer didn't start
with the signature game

until after the first murder.

Catch me if you can.

Bring up the suspect profiles.

See if there's a Scorpio
birthday amongst them.

October 24th to November 21st.

Harry, no.

Adrian, no.

Catrina, no.

Yes.

Lawrence.

His is a Scorpio birth date.

Hang on, sir.

Mags is a Scorpio too.

Ah.

Right.

Lawrence will have to
keep until he comes back

from his conference.

Mags we can tackle now.

I told you.

I didn't see what
happened to Jeremy.

And you've no alibi for
the time of Peter's death

or your husband George's.

I was here.

I got the impression
you and George

weren't exactly a
marriage made in heaven.

No.

As the old joke goes, I
can remember our wedding

as if it were yesterday.

If it were tomorrow,
I wouldn't turn up.

Were you aware that
George, Jeremy and Peter

believed they'd discovered
a new planet with Gagan?

No.

He never said anything
like that to me.

Of course, George had been
in a black hole lately.

He was drinking like
in the old days.

You are a Scorpio.

Oh, yes.

Secretive,

passionate,

dangerous.

We are both all of
those things, Inspector.

You told me that in the
days after the eclipse,

chaos prevails.

And look what happened.

I mean, the Zodiac doesn't lie.

Three murders.

Mary's death 15 years ago.

If you know any secret, any
betrayal, that must out,

now is the time to be
true to your stars.

I did some more
digging on Lawrence, sir.

Checked the local who's
who on the Mercury website.

He's more than just a jogger.

He won last year's Midsomer
athletics decathlon.

So?

Well, there are 10 events
in the decathlon, right?

Yeah.

Most are running events
but three are the shot put,

the javelin and the discus.

Okay.

Our three murder
weapons are a rock

as heavy as a shot put,

a spear and the moonstone disc.

And he's a Scorpio.

Hmm.

Gagan was convinced
he'd found out about

their discovery of a new planet.

Maybe he's trying to get
the kudos anyway he can.

It's possible.

And if Lawrence is back
from his conference,

let's put it to him.

Right.

According to the Mercury,
you won last year's decathlon

at the Midsomer Games.

Yes, that's right.

And you were at the
eclipse on Moonstone Ridge

when Jeremy Harper was killed.

Along with everyone else.

I've already told you this,
haven't I, Chief Inspector?

Yes, sir.

You were
having an affair

with Jeremy's wife, weren't you?

Was I?

And Jeremy found
out, didn't he?

That's why he
threatened your funding.

I don't think so, Sergeant.

Well, let's talk about
Peter Groves, then.

Tanya Walker says you had
an altercation with him

at her house the night he died.

A robust discussion.

I was actually
quite fond of Peter.

We shared an interest in
the extra terrestrial.

Did you know that Jeremy,
Peter, George and Gagan

believed they'd
discovered a new planet?

No.

No.

It's news to me.

I had no idea.

Oh, you knew.

You were openly hostile
to the local amateurs.

Three of whom are now dead.

Is that an accusation?

It's an observation.

George Dormer was
killed two days ago

between the hours
of 10 and midnight.

Where were you, Doctor?

Emergency meeting
with the executors

from Panelsun International
and the University Board

discussing future funding.

The meeting was due
to finish at 11 p.m.

but went on til
one in the morning

before we reached agreement.

I'm sure they'll vouch for me.

I did not kill Jeremy
or Peter or George.

This conversation,
I think, is over.

No!

She phoned me yesterday,

said she was going to go
up north to see her uncle,

but she made a no-show there.

I called all night.

No answer.

And you found the
car here this morning?

I was frantic.

I drove around everywhere.

When exactly did
you last see her?

Yesterday afternoon, she
went to see her tutor Adrian.

You should...

You should question him.

Why is that?

He and Gagan,

I saw them together
at his cottage.

Sir!

Excuse me.

It's a scorpion, sir.

Found it in the car.

They think it's harmless.

It's been left here
as a signature, then.

Not an attempt to kill Gagan.

Anything else?

All the electrics in
the car have failed.

The battery's drained.

It's like one of
my gran's tales.

Spooky, eh?

Think it's been
moonstruck, Jones?

Something out there?

No, the lights were left on.

It could be that, couldn't it?

Gagan is missing, Professor.

Her car was found abandoned.

Missing?

Her father says that she
visited you here yesterday.

She did, yes.

She was very upset.

Do you usually hold
tutorials at your cottage?

Work so intimately
with your students?

Closely, yes.

Mathematics requires
intense focus.

But you are particularly
close to Gagan.

I admire her.

Her father says
it's more than that.

He saw you here
with her yesterday.

What?

How?

Is it true?

She did have something
of a crush on me, yes.

It happens with students.

It was no more than that.

She kissed me goodbye and left.

Did she say where
she was going?

On to the Ridge for a walk.

Sorry, I need to take this.

Hi.

Just hang on a sec.

For the record,
what time did she

leave you here yesterday?

About four o'clock.

And you haven't seen her
or heard from her since?

No.

Gagan is very special.

She's my star pupil, Inspector.

I do hope you can
find her unharmed.

Is she with you now?

Okay, we'll be 10 minutes.

Mystic Mags just walked
into the station.

Says she wants to confess.

Officers present, DCI
Barnaby and DS Jones.

Suspect present,
Margaret Dormer.

Ah, well, it all started
at a party at our house.

All those years ago.

What happened?

We drank enough between
us to fill a bath.

George, Jeremy and Mary and me.

And she and I got
into a stupid row.

About what?

Oh.

She was a keen astronomer.

She said that what
I did was hogwash.

I shouted.

She pushed me and I grabbed her.

She tripped and fell
down the stairs.

She was dead.

I didn't mean to.

It was a complete accident.

We all agreed to say
that Mary had been fine

when she left the party.

And then George took the
body on to the Ridge.

And you all stuck
to that story?

Well, when you start
something like that,

there's no stop
button, is there?

You were right, Inspector.

I read my chart.

It was written in the stars.

I know you think I'm
batty, sergeants,

living on a different
planet, but,

I mean, is the world you
live in really any saner?

I doubt whether the
CPS will prosecute Mags.

Both key witnesses are dead.

Whoever killed them
and Peter has been

consistently muddying the waters
and playing games with us.

The weapons.

The Scorpio signatures.

Sir.

What?

Gagan's mobile provider sent
through a list of her calls.

Her last call was yesterday.

4:45 to Adrian.

He told me his last contact
with her was at four o'clock.

Well, that's a lie.

So she called Harry to tell
him she was heading up north

and then she called Adrian
to tell him she was leaving.

Yes.

Yes!

The first time I met Adrian,

he talked about the
Uncertainty Principle.

He said how we look
at things affects

what we believe we see.

We have been steered
to look at this

so that we would believe
that Lawrence is our man.

Adrian's boss.

But Adrian has an
alibi for the night

the Moonstone Disc was stolen.

No.

He gave Gagan that alibi
when I was quizzing her

about stealing data.

They were lovers.

She thought he was
covering for her,

but actually, he was creating
an alibi for himself.

We need to find Gagan now.

And pray that she's still alive.

I'm sorry it had
to be like this.

I'd hoped we might collaborate.

You knew about the
new planet all along?

I hacked your computer
but I couldn't locate

the exact star you'd
been monitoring.

You killed people, Adrian.

Just to get the glory of
claiming a new discovery.

What about me?

I needed you alive, Gagan.

I've been chasing shadows.

Show me the star.

No sign of him.

Come and look at this.

In one of the sheds.

There.

There.

The light's dipped.

Definite transit.

Congratulations.

Her coat.

You were right, sir.

As soon as Adrian knew
she was headed up north,

he grabbed her.

Well, where are they?

The planet.

The new planet.

Gagan said its orbit would
be confirmed tonight.

The observatory.

No.

No, too public.

The Astrodome.

Moonstone Ridge.

You can claim the planet.

I don't care.

I'll say nothing.

I swear.

I could trust you.

This could be our planet.

But I trusted Lawrence once.

He was my student.

My star pupil.

Just like you.

And he cheated me
of the directorship.

Please, Adrian!

That's Adrian's car.

Check in the Astrodome.

I'll call my new planet
Gagandipika in memory of you.

This is madness.

No.

No.

Adrian!

Open up!

Open up!

Police!

Police!

Open up!

Adrian, open the door now!

Open up!

Police!

Open up!

Open the door!

Open up!

Open the door!

That's him.

Go get him.

Please!

Gagan!

Gagan!

Gagan, can you hear me?

Start, damn you!

Start!

It's not going
anywhere, Adrian.

And neither are you.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

You're safe now.

Weird how Adrian's
car wouldn't start.

The
Moonstone Curse, sir.

Could be.

Or it could be that I
nicked the rotor arm

out of his engine.

Home.

Are you going out
on an undercover job?

No, it's Kate's birthday, sir.

Ah.

She said come dressed to kill.

What do you think?

I'm sure you'll
knock 'em dead.

You left this in the car.

So, you had Mags do your chart?

No.

No, it's a wind-up.

It's rubbish.

She got my details off my gran.

Oh, I thought it
was interesting.

She predicts a close encounter
for you this weekend.

Yeah, I'll probably
crash the car.

So you're not up for this, then?

No.

Sarah and I thought we'd
have a quiet night in.

Just the two of us
and a scented candle.

Well, have a good one.

You too, Jones.

Whatever fate awaits you.