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Are you interested in my carrot
thinnings, young Fairfax?

Always, Tilly.

I'll get Felicity to pull them.

Can't stop.

Thank god for small mercy.

Awful tight, eh?

Summer, is he coming in?

You wet your feet, didn't I?

Hello there, Peter.

Hello, Orville.

You're looking as prosperous
as ever, I see.

Get off.

Oh, um, listen,
I've got something for you.

Oh, good or bad?

-I don't know.
-It's a letter.

It came just before Easter.

Has it written a tax return?

-Oh.
-I'm sorry I'm late.

It was perfect timing.

Come along.

Yes, um, Stefan, there's a gray envelope

-on the left of the counter.
-Will you fetch it for us, will you?

There's a good one.

So, staying long?

A couple of weeks.

You, um, got anything special lined up?

Um, might have.

Oh, thanks.

So you're still as nosy as ever, Peter.

You, uh, you keep this Saturday free.

Bad news.

For someone, yeah.

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You do know I'm
dreading this, don't you?

Of course you are, Dad.

You're an Englishman.

Now, no picking on the shop assistant.

I like them. I'll take these.

Hang on a sec.

Could you see what you're doing?

Where's he gone?

Dad, stop panicking.

No one's going to see you in here.

And yes, they're very nice.

So they should be.

Turn around.

Mrs. Barnaby.

Cully.

-Hi, Gavin.
-Hello.

What do you reckon?

Very nice, sir.

I'm afraid we don't do them
in a larger size, madam.

Oh, hi, Gavin.

-How are you?
-All right, mate.

That's it, Marks and Spencers.

They've stood by me all these years.

I shall now return the compliment.

It was in canteen lunches.

Diet.

I'll design it, Gavin.

You make sure he sticks to it.

Oh, I get the easy job, do I?

You want to get your mum
to buy you a car, Fleur,

this thing's had its day.

Well, she would.

It's Hector.

Yeah, well, he always had long pockets.

Pass me that plug, Spencer, will you?

You know she's watching us, don't you?

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You'd better get home.

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I've been asking you
to mend this washing

machine for three weeks now.

It needs a special part.

I haven't got round to buying it yet.

She snaps her fingers,
and you reach for your toolbox.

I'll nip it a course of nine,
if you like.

Only if it's convenient.

Oh, for God's sake, what do you want?

I want some of your precious time, Will.

You give her enough of it.

Are you jealous or something?

Her flair?

Get the service bloke to fix
the machine, will you?

He charges 40 quid call out.

-We can't afford it.
-Oh, so now we're poor as well.

Well, I'm sorry, Muriel.

I can't turn the clock back.

You'll just have to settle
for what you've got.

Oh, if that's her again, I'll.

Muriel, Will, great to see you again.

Bad moment?

Same horse, older and wiser.

How about you two?

If I knew you were coming, Orville,

I'd have got something
special in for supper.

Don't worry about that.

I'll do supper.

Oh, by the way, I've got
some friends visiting this week.

Is it all right if I put them up here?

How many?

Oh, just one or two.

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Good party?

It was OK.

I'm starving.

Was she out all night?

Yes, dear.

She's 18.

What's her age got to do with it?

She still needs a firm hand.

Did somebody speak?

By the way, Orville's back.

Really, do you?

Put everything that moves
under lock and key,

especially your daughter.

I almost believed you.

Did you, darling?

Orville's back.

-Really, dear?
-How could that possibly be

of interest to me?

Don't worry, Mum.

I don't begrudge you a bit of fun.

Yeah, America.

What about America?

Would now be a good time
to discuss the money

I need to get there?

If I didn't know you better, Fleur,

I'd say you were blackmailing me.

What is that smell, Jenny?

It's awful.

What are you dressed up like that for?

The interview, Dad.

The TV commercial.

Oh, yes.

Every day starts with it, Tom.

It's cabbage soup.

You can have as much as you like.

That's what I was afraid of.

Morning, Gavin.

Wish me luck.

Good luck. Why?

Oh, Dad will explain.

Meanwhile, it's a fruit day today.

As much as he likes, only no bananas.

Oh, I feel a song coming on.

What news from the front?

Big stuff, sir.

Hector Bridges, the magistrate.

He called the
chief constable this morning

to report a stolen goose.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 1.

How many did you say
there were again, Mrs. Bridges?

Well, there should be 16.

You haven't got enough fingers.

Here, borrow mine.

Maybe it just flew away, sir.

They can't fly.

Their wings have been clipped.

The bird was stolen,
Inspector, by that man

over there, Orville Tudway.

Diddikoy, vagrant, traveler,
call him what you like.

All boils down to the same thing, thief.

Can they walk, sir?

Thieves. Thieves.

Well, of course they can walk.

It's an invasion!

Just a couple of fans.

Now, these people are
like rats, Barnaby.

If you can see one,
it means there are 10 more

close by that you can't.

Morning to you, sir.

Troy.

Here you go.

-Thanks.
-Cheers, Orville.

Please.

-No.
-No.

Have you not?

Mr. Tudway, good morning.

Would you be kind enough to tell me?

And who the hell are you?

Police, madam.

-I'm Detective Chief Inspector.
-Well, good.

You can throw them off our land.

Hey, you, stop that.

Put them back.

Muriel, I say they can stay.

And you are?

Will Saxby.

This is my house, my land, and I said.

Muriel.

I say they can stay.

Freddy, park it up over there
by the fence, mate.

One or two friends, you said,
not one or two dozen.

But I can vouch for them all, Muriel.

They're honest.

-They're courteous.
-They're clean.

Now, sorry, Inspector,
would I be kind enough to what?

Tell me what you had
for dinner last night.

Are you sure you're a policeman?

Roast goose.

And very nice it was, too.

Fabulous cook over, Liz.

Roast potatoes, parsnips,
a few runner beans.

And my speciality for afters,
bread and butter pudding.

Hector Bridges has lost a goose.

I say you nicked it.

No.

What then?

It just sort of flew
into my arms and died.

This is not a good day
to be kipping with me.

One moment, Inspector.

You lot, now cut it out.

Someone's going to get hurt.

Hector Bridges.

You may not like him,
but that doesn't mean.

Nobody likes him, Inspector.

He's the most hated man in the village.

That's why someone tried
to kill him, no doubt.

I'm sorry?

Someone tried to murder him.

Keep your reins down, Charlie.

How many times do I have to tell you?

When was this?

Six or seven years ago.

I thought you'd have known that.

That's a bit before my time.

Oh, please, don't think me unsociable.

But when will you be leaving?

Sunday week.

Inspector, move these people on.

They've no right to be here.

I'm afraid they have, Miss Dinsdale.

They're on private land
with the owner's permission.

What about the others by the church?

Whose permission have they got?

Go away.

Did you notice the wife?

Muriel.

Not half bad, sir, given her age.

And what to say of herself?

Someone mentioned the attempt
on Hector Bridges' life.

Thereafter, silence.

Something else, sir.

Orville nicking that goose.

It's like he was sticking
two fingers up at Hector.

I was talking to him.

I wonder why.

Here's another brick in the wall of your

education, Troy.

Observe.

Smith!

Well, the Smith clan, I take it.

They're not really all called Smith.

Just makes prosecuting them
damn near impossible.

Oh, this is Michael Smith.

Burglary, car theft,
and of course, trespass.

None of it proved, Mr. Barnaby.

I was just explaining to my
sergeant why that is so.

Oh, and this young lady
is Michael Smith,

who is Michael Smith sister.

How are you, Mr. Barnaby?

-I'm fine.
-Thank you, Rachel.

Now, I won't beat about the bush.

When are you leaving?

Sunday week.

Now, there's a coincidence.

The very same day that
Orville Tudway and his friends

are leaving.

What's going on?

Mr. Barnaby,

long time no see.

This is John Smith,
a master at deceiving

gullible yuppies.

So you better watch out, Troy.

I traded that car on in all good faith.

A car which used to be two cars.

All in the past, though, eh?

I'm back now, in the bosom of my family.

So what do you reckon, Granddad?

Well, Mr. Barnaby hasn't got
much to spare, has he?

As for the boy, a bit kinky.

Kinky?

What do you mean, kinky?

Now, listen, you lot.

I want no thieving, no fighting, and no

dumping of rubbish

on England's green and pleasant land.

Is that clear?

I take that silence to mean yes.

What does he mean, kinky?

I'm not kinky.

What are they up to, Troy?

Horse trading?

Big punch up?

A bit of thieving?

With respect, sir, all we came out for

was a PR job on Hector Bridges.

I can understand someone wanted
to kill him,

but to actually have a crack
at it is something else.

I think we're on a
wild goose chase, sir.

One of us had to say it, Troy.

I guessed it would be you.

Hector Bridges, Troy,
was run over seven years ago

rather convincingly.

Much damage to the car.

They interviewed Peter Fairfax.

Runs the village shop.

No further action taken.

It is a curious thing.

Bridges was found by
his wife, whose name

was Muriel.

Same as Mrs. Saxby.

Lunch, sir.

I've cut the apples
up to make them look like chips.

Barnaby.

They're still there, Mr. Barnaby.

Who still where, and who are you?

The travelers by the church,
Tilly Dinsdale.

One of the children threw
chewing gum at my car

as I drove past.

I thought I asked you to move them.

It is common land, Miss Dinsdale.

They've every right to be there.

We'll see about that.

They hit my windscreen.

What did?

The chewing gum.
And I made

the fatal mistake of putting
a wiper thingies on.

Blades, dear.

If we're not careful, those oiks

are going to pinch our livestock.

Hector will see them off.

No, Tilly.

Hector will only make it worse.

He's that kind of man.

Everything he touches turns to misery.

Am I the only one in this village
with any time for him?

Could well be.

Well, thank you for your advice, Peter.

But Hector is an honest man,
and he gets things done.

Hector?

Tilly Dinsdale.

Got a problem.

Evening, love.

-Hello.
-Hi.

How was the interview?

Fine, thanks.

Got the job.

Don't seem very pleased about it.

It's a TV commercial, Dad.

For what?

Tissues.

Oh good. Cabbage soup.

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Yes.

Mr. Barnaby, I'm sorry to wake you,
but this really is an emergency.

Will you dial three nines?

Oh, what is it?

It's not that sort of emergency.

It's to do with the travelers
at Marta Warren.

Who is this?

Hector Bridges is getting
some old friends together.

They're coming to the house.

They're going to tow
the travelers out of the village.

How many friends?

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

You must stop them.

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Wait here.

Old friends, the caller said.

In Hector's case, that must mean army.

Lord of squaddies?

-Bloody hell, sir.
-We need backup.

Don't worry, Troy.

Hector is a bully, pure and simple.

All we need to fight him is
a bit of brains.

Another brick in the wall
of my education, sir.

I suggest we do it in two stages.

The lot down by the church first.

Move them north, then come back
for Tugway and his friends.

That's a really big backup, sir.

We have, Troy.

We've got each other.

One of your men?

No, no, no.

Told them to stay on the land rails.

Good news about your
missing goose, Colonel.

May we come in?

You're aware of the time, Barnaby.

Well, you're up and about.

Why shouldn't we be?

In here, is it?

No.

Name, rank, and number.

This is Major Harry Tomkinson, retired.

A friend of mine.

Who too has friends.

Parked up in your drive.

What's going on, Hector?

Mr. Barnaby, what doing?

-None of your business. business.
-Go back to bed.

Keen sportsman, are you, Colonel?

Well, doesn't look very
sporting to me, that.

You obviously know
what's afoot, Barnaby.

Time for a blind eye, wouldn't you say?

Not that kind of copper.

I like to poke my nose into everything.

Dangerous game.

Don't you rattle any
sabers at me, Major.

I'd like your friends
out of this village in five minutes.

If not, I'll summon an
armed response unit.

They can be here in 20.

And you can play rounders with them.

Do as he says, Harry.

Who tipped you off, Barnaby?

They didn't leave their name.

Man or woman?

Hard to tell these days.

Be it on your head,
if that scum causes any trouble.

For God's sake, man.

It's supposed to be a magistrate.

Don't you lecture me.

All right.

I'll leave that to
the Lord Chancellor, to whom

this matter will be reported.

And that brings me back
to the business of your goose.

I'd say it had been well
and truly cooked.

All right, lads. Bang's off.

In the back.

You just took on a whole platoon, sir.

With your help, Troy.

With your help.

Mind you, if the armed response
unit's only 20 minutes away.

Yeah.

Pity we haven't got one.

Have they gone?

Yes.

A straight answer for once.

Did you or did you not tell
the police what was going on?

Don't speak to me like some shoplifter
up before the bench.

Loyalty.

It's the one thing I ask
of those around me.

I never seem to get!

I notice you didn't lose your
rag in front of that nice Mr.

Barnaby, Hector.

I'm not afraid of Barnaby, I assure you.

Well, you should be.

He just caught you red-handed in the act

of being a bully.

I'm going to make some tea.

Do you want a cup?

Um, no, thank you.

Jenny.

I, I often think of the fun
we used to have together,

parties, old friends,
old comrades descending on us.

Your friends, not mine.

I think we should try
to retrieve a little of what we

had, or call it a day.

Now, I'm willing to give the
former serious consideration

if, if, if, if you are.

I think it's a bit late for all that,
Hector, don't you?

Woof, woof!

Do they fly into your arms and die,
just like the geese did?

These are Peter Fairfax best sausages,
and as you know, pigs don't fly.

Talking of which,
who called the police last night?

I did.

Thank you.

My mother's idea, though.

She seemed to take a great interest
in your welfare for some reason.

Well, perhaps you'd like
to thank her for me, too.

Here, have a sausage.
I've done too many.

when you've done whatever
you came here to do

what are you gonna do then?

when I've done whatever
I came here to do

oh I see what you mean. I don't know

you must have some plan Charlie

Kent probably

spot of fruit picking. it's a lousy job
but all the strawberries you'd need

and after that if the weather
holds we might nip across to Ireland

at which point
it will chuck it down of course

what are your plans?

America. the pectoral cuff up

yeah that's what I call a big if

it doesn't have to be there

it could be China, India, the North Pole

just want to get away from here

I remember that feeling

If Hector doesn't cough up,
perhaps I could come with you.

Now, just hang on a second.

Why not? I'm tougher than I look.

Well, you may well be tough,
but that's not the point.

I don't mean specifically with you.
I mean with all of you.

I know what you meant.

Well, why not?

I did you a favour calling the police.

You may well dislike him, but something

of Hector has rubbed off on you, Fleur.

He always kept a
little ledger of obligations.

I did this for you,
so you do that for me.

And so we lost all his friends.

I'm sorry.

Why can't you join us?

Simple.

Because none of us are actually
going anywhere, but you should be.

We're all just...

marking time, waiting for...

fates...

to step in and change things.

Even you?

Especially me.

I hate it when you beat me up!

So what are we going
to do with the day then?

Blenheim Palace, I thought.

The Butterfly House.

I shall probably eat them,
but yeah, that's terrific.

-Mrs. B?
-Morning.

Go away, Troy.

Wish I could, sir.

It's the Diddycoys.

They've gone berserk.

Berserk?

Whose word is that?

Hector Bridges.

He rang the duty officer.

Oh, it's a chicken and tomato day,
by the look of it.

Just when you were getting
fond of apples.

Not a punch-up, not a horse fair,
but a chariot race.

Leave a comment.

-ha-ha!

You want a lift?

Why didn't you tell me about this?

Because you were trying to stop it.

Still, mate.

Start a riot, you're not that daft.

We could almost summon the
armed response unit, sir.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Woo!

Woo!

That's what I'm talking about!

Thank you so much.

Big race, 3 o'clock,
Inspector. Put a fiver on us.

Thanks so much.

I warned you they'd cause
trouble, Barnaby.

Oh, I was thinking about what you told

me about turning a blind eye.

Doesn't seem such a bad idea, does it?

Can I quote you on that, Inspector?

You can carve it in stone, Miss Dinsday.

I shall still deny it.

You heard from the Lord Chancellor yet?

You know, Barnaby,
I thought you were one of us.

I've watched you in court,
solid, reliable,

commanding respect.

Now, here you are,
pandering to the dreads.

Don't be so pompous, Hector.

Come along, Tilly.

You and I will not grace
this rabble without presence.

Certainly won't, Hector.

Stay if you must, Felicity.

I've got a farm to run.

You run along, dear.

Peter, where have you been?

Five pounds on the Smith team.

Can I borrow a Mr Mooch, please?

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What the hell do you want?

A letter arrived for me
just before Easter.

It was written by an old comrade
of ours, John Lamson.

Wrote it just before he died.

Read it.

Don't chuck your weight
around in my house, Captain.

Read it!

On your marks, ready, set, go!

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Yes.

Shot once in the chest
within the last hour.

315, according to the
woman who found him,

Muriel Saxby.

No weapon?

Just a box of cartridges.

The wife thinks there may be
a gun missing.

We'd better find it.

Jim?

Why would a man take off his belt just

before someone shoots him?

Tom, is Jenny OK?

I know her slightly.

Who's Jenny?

Bridges's wife.

I thought her name was Muriel.

Whatever her name is, sir,
she'd like to see you.

Join me?

No, thank you.

One thing I am not,
Inspector, is a humbug.

Whoever shot him has done
Fleur and me a favor.

Where is Fleur?

She's over at the Saxby's.

You wanted to see me?

Yes.

I think his killer stole a wine cooler.

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One item? Why didn't they take the lot?

Cos Hector disturbed them.
They shot him and legged it.

What? Carrying a heavy wine cooler?

You or I would have dropped it.

It's 200 years old and weighs
in at 40 grand on the insurance.

You followed at quarter
past three, Mrs. Saxby?

Yes.

I didn't go to the chariot race.

I heard the shot.

As I ran over to the house,
I saw a man dash out of the study

windows across the lawn.

Carrying a gun?

Yes.

Anything else?

Yes, he was carrying something else,

something close to his chest.

I can't remember what it was.

What was he like?

Dark clothes, brown hair, at all.

All young, I'd say.

This is the second time someone's

tried to kill Hector Bridges.

You reported it the first time
it happened, seven years ago,

when you were married to him.

And you, Mr. Saxby,
were married to Jenny Bridges,

which makes you Fleur's father.

It's no secret.

You could have asked anyone
in the village.

Yeah, I'm just showing off.

And while I'm at it, Fleur, thank you

very much for the tip
off about Hector and his friends

the other night.

How do you know it was me?

Hector's getting his
friends together, you said.

They're coming to the house.

Anyone who didn't live in the house

would have said they're going
to the house.

You've been very quiet, Mr. Tudway.

Perhaps, like me,
you wonder if, amongst all

these marital hijinks,
there's not a motive for murder.

By the way, I'd like you and your people

to stay on for a bit.

First, you can't wait to
get rid of us, and then

someone gets murdered.

Do you own a shotgun?

Those two remarks are not
related, necessarily.

No gun, sir.

No wine cooler.

Yeah.

Bit neat, isn't it?

Well, that comes from living
in a confined space.

On the other hand, order,
tidiness can be a way of life.

Oh, very nice.

I do believe I have found
the link between you

and Hector Bridges.

I've been on the lookout for one

ever since your
most perceptive remarks, Roy.

Which one, sir?

Nicking the goose.

It's as if Orville
was taunting him, you said.

Army.

That's what you
and Hector Bridges have in common.

Well, are you going
to tell us more about that?

Or do I have to get it
from the Ministry of Defense?

For a start,
why did you take to the road?

That story varies depending
on who I'm telling it to.

Troy, I'll search the other vans here.

You take the Smith mob.

Hang on a minute.

Why do you want us to split up?

-What's the matter?
-It's division of labor.

Oh, I see.

And the moment my back's turned,
you won't wolf down

that Mars bar?

Troy, I am now a police
officer investigating a murder.

What Mars bar?

The one in the glove
compartment that you

thought I hadn't noticed.

Oh, damn.

That's it.

Where are you going?

-Why?
-Do I need your permission?

He's just looking out for you,
girl, that's all.

Well, there's no need.

Bloke, works in the village shop,

taking me to the pictures, OK?

No, it isn't.

Oi, you lot.

My boss wants you to stay on for a bit.

So he can fit us up with a murder?

Look, if I had my way,
there'd be copper swarming all over you

for the next month.

What is the price of silver these days?

No idea.

I'll bet.

I want to look in your van.

Search warrant?

She's right.

You should have a search warrant.

Aye, that's it.

Kinky, eh?

And thick.

Nice color, though.

Don't you push it, mate.

Step aside.

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Hello Cully. Oh hi.

You've got a sore nose.

Eh?

Blowing it all day, the tissue advert.

Oh, sorry, yeah,
but no dinner for me, thanks, Mum.

Oh, OK.

Dad, this, um,
this murder and Marta Warren,

if you haven't done so already, you'll

come across a bloke
called Stefan Miller.

He works in the village shop.

For Peter Fairfax?

Whoever.

I was at school with him,
and I always thought

he was a really good bloke.

Except for a year ago,
he had a spot of bother

with Hector Bridges, after which.

What?

After which he swore he'd kill him.

Oh, morning, Inspector.

What can I get you?

The name of Hector Bridges' killer,
if you have it.

I don't stock needles, I'm afraid.

Especially the ones
with a haystack attached.

You're right.
Could be anyone,

a traveler, one of
the punters of the races.

And half the village seems
to have borne him a grudge.

Which is where you come in.

What?

Well, I don't think I'll follow you.

Village shopkeeper where you don't
know about your neighbor's

-business.
-Worth a light,

for example, the Sexpear Bridges

marriage go around.

Tell me about that.

There's nothing to tell, straight swap.

But no losers, no bitterness.

You know, I'm not really
the gossip you take me for.

What about the lad who works for you,
Stefan Miller?

Oh, he's an ordinary young man,
he's a bit lazy.

Look, you and I may be destined to have

a long and complex relationship,
Mr. Fairfax.

Please, don't begin it with a lie.

Well, Stefan, uh, well,
he borrowed a motorbike.

-Stole it.
-January of last year.

-Look, if you know, why me?
-Hector Bridges sent him down for three

three months.

And when he came out,
you took him under your wing.

He must be mad.

Come on, come on, Troy.

Be fair.

It was a first offense.

It wasn't as if he'd run over anyone.

Oh, I see.

You're here to dig all
that up again, are you?

I think somebody tried to kill
Hector Bridges seven years ago.

Maybe that same person
tried again yesterday

and succeeded.

A car like mine was seen
traveling the same road.

That was the only evidence against me,

and no charge was ever brought,
as I'm sure you know.

Where will I find Stefan Miller?

Huh?

That meek and mild shopkeeper,
Troy, had more on his mind

than the price of eggs.

I still think we should
have put the old thumbscrews

on the diddycoys.

Yeah, I know you do.
But there was no

sign of a break-in at Hector's,

no sign of a struggle.

I think he was killed
by someone he knew.

Besides, we've shown wrong.

We've got to round up all
those people at the cherry race

and go head to head with 50,
50 travelers.

What about this bloke Muriel
saw running away?

Says she saw running away.

Young, tall, brown hair, she said.

We'll look round the cottage
on our own then, shall we?

♪♪

Well, that was an odd thing to do,
run away like that.

Well, a force of habit.

When you see a police officer.

I'm also Cully's father.

She says that you are
a really good bloke.

Even though he swore to your friends

that you'd get Hector Bridges, yesterday

he was well and truly got.

Good riddance.

Not by me, though.

You had good cause.

He gave you three months
for a minor crime.

You lost your job because of it.

The trouble is,
we've got a description of someone

running away from the scene,
and that could

so easily be you.

It could even be your visitor.

What visitor?

This visitor.

Dead, dead, dead, dead.

Why does no one want to talk to us?

They can't all have murdered
Hector Bridges.

Nice place.

Oh, needs a sweep, of course.

Where is she?

Where's who?

I'm warning you, you stay away from her

or you're left to regret it.

-Just a minute.
-Stay out of this, Cobham.

Hyperia, what is your problem?

I am, Mr. Barnaby.

Come on, Rachel.

Work to do.

These are not our sort
of people, Rachel.

-What?
-Are they too good

for us, or are not good enough?

It's different.

He's different to you, all right.

Plus, you left us
with all the work, girl.

Work? What sort of work?

That's our business.

Michael, someone was murdered
in the village yesterday.

That's nothing to do with us.

And at that point,
everything became my business.

So what work?

We do paths, tarmac,
archive governor, Smith Surfaces.

Michael is managing director.

I am a major investor.

You bought the shovel, did you?

Where do you figure in all this, Rachel?

Good worker is this girl,
one of our best.

One of our only?

Talk to you later, Steph.

You will not.

Michael, Michael, get up!

Jenny.

Jenny.

Keep Michael away from here,
and don't come here yourself.

Understood?

Stefan, the Smith,
they're dangerous people to cross.

You and Rachel, they won't stand for it.

All right, we'll let you start,
even though you did get an N.

Okay.

Thanks again, Chile.

Oh, um, no, it's all the same.

No, it's been a long day.

Piggy's all right, dear?

Fine.

Tilly?

I do know how you felt about Hector.

I'm sorry.

Oh, yes, me too, dear.

Thank you, Peter.

I shall miss him.

Where's the Y going finally?

Splitter.

So, what's there ever any...

Romance. Between Hector and Tilly?

I've only got four hours.

Poor you.

Her thingy, you mean?

Good heavens no,
I wouldn't have allowed it.

You spy, old dear, because like everyone

else, you see Tilly as my guardian.

It's really the other way round.

Thirty.

Come on, Philly darling,
can't be all night.

Say, you'd have stepped in, would you?

Broken it up.

I would have done anything.

Oh, someone has spared me the task.

I wonder if we know them.

Hector's killer.

Oh, I'm sure we do.

The point is, how well?

Anyone in mind, my dear?

Besides me, that is.

Yes.

I think that nice Mr. Barnaby
killed him.

I just can't prove it.

14.

♪♪

♪♪

What are you doing? Did you hear it?

What, dear?
The gates to the pigsty.

I think we're being robbed.

Come on, give me a hand. Hurry up.

Don't do it.

Tell me, old father,
did you see any of the police in there?

No.

-No.
-I couldn't make it.

Oh

Where are they?

Yes, I have a gun!

Call him! Come on!

Morning, Cully.

Hi, Gavin.

-Mrs. B?
-Morning.

Good morning, sir.

Today is raw vegetable day, Troy.

So going to crack any jokes?

-Do so now.
-Get it over with.

Dad, it's not his
fault you're on a diet.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Low blood sugar.

Cheer me up, Troy, with something

I can use against Peter Fairfax.

Nice shopkeeper from Marta Warren.

You know him?

-Yes.
-He took over when Mrs. Bates died.

Must be seven years ago now.

That's when Hector was run over.

I should be hearing this from you, Troy,

not from my wife.

I've been banging my
head against the Ministry

of Defense, sir.

Hector Bridges and Orville both
served in the Falklands.

After which,
Orville resigned his commission.

Grew his hair and took to the road, eh?

Disenchantment?

Or an offer he couldn't refuse?

Kicked out, more like.

Get back to him.

Get details.

What do you think's our
main stumbling block then, Troy?

Too many people glad to see
the back of Hector Bridges.

Right.

No one dishing the dirt on his enemies.

Yep.

Yes, Miss Dinsdale.

We're on our way.

This may come as a surprise to you,
Miss Dinsdale,

and to you, Miss Dinsdale, but you are

not allowed to shoot people.

Even if they're stealing from you?

Even if they're stealing from you.

Where's the gun?

Peter put it back in the rack, dear.

Peter, who he?

Peter Fairfax.

Philly's gentleman caller, as it were.

He thing in one of them, I'm sure of it.

Winged him, dear.

How many shots did he fire?

Four.

Tilly, would you kindly show my Sergeant

exactly where it happened?

I want all four cartridge cases,
please, Troy.

Who's the, uh, Scrabble fiend, then?

Peter and me.

Your sister seems to have been
quite a fan of Hector Bridges.

Fancied him like mad
when we were younger,

but I'm afraid he only had eyes for me.

He was an incredibly handsome man.

Oh, look at the bridges.

Yeah.

But it cut no ways with you.

Certainly not.

Hector was a bully,
and in my humble opinion,

shooting was too good for him.

I mean it, Inspector.

There was something
of the night about Hector

it might pay you to examine.

What does he want them for, Sergeant?

To be honest, Miss Dinsdale,
I'm not quite sure.

Check these with the one
we found at Hector's.

You think he came from this gun?

On a chilling night, Troy, Peter Fairfax

gets his cocoa here and more.

You mean they're at it?

I didn't inquire, Troy.

Have you heard what they said?

He went straight to the cupboard,
took the gun out.

No qualms about using it.

So?

So what if he borrowed it last week

and shot Hector Bridges with it?

Where's Will Saxby work?

He's head forester, Causton Woods.

♪♪

Sir?

I told them to stay away from Stefan.

You want to go back?

Thought we should have a quiet word.

About what?

Rachel.

Can I come in?

Yeah, sure.

♪♪

♪♪

They're all looking at you,
Troy, thinking,

how the hell did he manage that?

As indeed am I.

If my daughter had been abused
by Hector Bridges',

I might have wanted to kill him.

Would be a strange man who didn't.

How did you find out?

In every village, Mr. Saxby,
there's always someone

who knows all your business.

When did it start?

Fleur told me about it
four years ago when she was 14.

So if I killed him because of that,

makes me very slow to anger.

But maybe we were waiting
for an opportunity.

Intuitive woman,
your wife, senses you're

in trouble and comes a-running.

Anything wrong?

I was asking him
if he'd killed Hector Bridges.

What?

Men, fathers, will do anything
to avenge their daughters

and wives to protect their husbands.

You're shielding him, aren't you?

That story about the boy running away.

He knows about
the Hector Fleur business.

Did either of you confront him about it?

Yes.

He denied it.

And you thought changing partners

-would be a dodder.
-Hey!

Thanks very much.

Still, like everybody else,
I'm not sorry

that Hector Bridges is dead.

To be honest, Inspector,
we feel a sense of relief.

Things will change now.

They certainly will,
especially if one of you goes to prison.

Sooner rather than later.

Orville.

Roast pork.

Was that on the menu last night?

What?

Spotted pig rustling
down at Tapping Farm.

Only the pig got away.

I don't know what
you're talking about, Inspector.

-All right, all right.
-I'll change the subject.

The Falkland Islands.

You were there with Hector.

Absolutely.

Tell me more.

You're bound to find
out about it eventually.

From the MOD?

Blood out of a stone.

If you're not careful,
sir, he'll do a runner.

No, I don't think he will.

He's got other things on his mind.

It's biodegradable.

Hello? Mrs. Bridges?

Dining room!

We're making an infantry for probate.

I'm sorry to barge in.

Well, that's quite all right.

What can I do for you?

I'd like a word with Fleur,
if I may, please.

I hear you're going to America, Fleur.

I'm going to New York
to stay with my aunt.

Who told you?

Your father.

He was worrying about it,
that he couldn't finance you

and Hector wouldn't.

Yes, so I killed him and we
all lived happily ever after.

He was more worried about your safety.

You know, young woman alone.

Yes, well, he needn't be.

Oh, I can see that now.

Maybe he thought Hector Bridges
had broken your spirit

doing what he did to you.

Yes.

That's all in the past.

-Oh, no, no.
-It lives on, this stuff.

Believe me, we hear about it every day.

And those who were abused sometimes

themselves become abusers.

That is a dreadful thing to say.

No, it's the truth.
Not that it applies to Fleur, though.

Because Hector never
touched you, did he?

Why do you say he did?

To punish him for ousting your father?

Or did you plan to tap into him
for something you wanted?

No.

No.

Who benefits from Hector's will,
Mrs Bridges?

Muriel gets a third,
which bugs me a little,

but I'll manage on the rest.

So now you can afford
to send Fleur to America.

You going to stay here?

Yes.

It was Hector I didn't
like very much, not his house.

Well, at least she's honest, sir.

Honesty can be as big
a smokescreen as deceit, Troy.

Another brick.

Will I be able to see over this wall

-by the time it's finished?
-Of course you will.

Education makes you taller.

I think Jenny Bridges was expecting us.

What's that tell you?

Phone call from Will Saxby?

There's a thought.

What if the Saxby and Jenny
are in this together?

Well, you'd have to lay
off Peter Fairfax, sir.

In spite of her honesty,
she did tell one lie.

That young lad in the drawing
room making the inventory.

Solicitor's clerk, I'd guess.

No, no, he wasn't.

He was the son part of Haldane and Son,

estate agents and auctioneers.

He's selling up, moving on.

Sudden decision or part
of a long-term plan?

Troy?

Mm-hmm.

OK, thanks.

There's a mammoth fax
back at the office, sir.

Kent CID.

They've dug up something
on your friend Fairfax.

What we did not put
into this equation was Barnaby.

And the fact that he might have a brain.

Do you think he knows what happened?

Well, why else does he keep coming back?

More questions,
more subtle intimidation.

He doesn't come to us, Jenny.

It must be something you're doing.

Does it matter who's to blame?

Oh, well, of course not.

But she never misses
a chance to score points.

Just as you're always
the one to spoil things.

Oh, I don't think that's fair, love.

Who was the driving force
behind our-sniggered-out

-change of partners?
-You?

That'll be the day.

This isn't the time or the place.

At least Hector could be fun.

-Thank you.
-Fun? Hector?

Yes, he was.

Until you and your
wretched daughter took him over.

He was also a dangerous man, which

is why we're all stuck in the same boat

with that bloody copper
getting nearer and nearer.

Good God, well,
you nearly came alive then.

Out of desperation.

We've got to do something.

Any ideas?

Well, I've got one.

But it needs putting into practice now.

And I mean right now.

♪♪

Mr. Fairfax, Kent CID say
you lived with a Katherine

Hamilton for 10 years.

She died in a car crash
near Dover seven years ago.

The driver of that car
was Hector Bridges.

He was stone cold sober,
according to the inquest.

But you knew otherwise,
so you moved down here?

Began by just visiting for the odd day.

Suppose he'd recognized you?

No, I hadn't been at the inquest.

I was too upset.

And Kate and I weren't married, so he

didn't recognize her surname.

So with all this in your favor, you

set about trying to kill him.

I can imagine someone in my
position wanting to do that,

-yeah.
-Well, this is where you become

hypothetical, is it?

Why didn't that someone have another go

at Hector Bridges later on?

Perhaps, like me,
he met someone who rebuilt his life.

Felicity Dinsdale,
who owns a gun with which

you are all too familiar.

I didn't kill him, Inspector.

Ask Felicity.

I was with her
all afternoon on Saturday.

Well, if she wouldn't lie for you.

No please, please
don't don't touch them.

Why not?

Kate's ashes.

I buried them there.

That probably is a crime.

Hallowed ground and all that.

Sir?

You want to keep that one for yourself?

You won't shut me up with a load
of horse meat, Mickey.

Well, then what can I do
to put a smile on your face?

You can make sure I don't
wind up dead at 40,

worn through to the bloody bone slave,

and my gut's out for you.

Oh, this Stefan,
he's a big provider, is he?

Why don't you let me go
and we'll all find out?

Michael, I am busted in
the gut trying to keep

this murder out of your court.

And how do you repay me?

With a bit of pig poaching.

We're vegetarians.

Oh, you weren't down there
at Tapping Farm, three of you,

with a pair of bolt
cutters last night, then?

Not us, Mr. Barnaby.

Where is he?

Where's your grandfather?

In his van, probably.

He's a vegetarian, too.

What do you want him for?

Jenny!

I want to know why
he called on Stefan Miller

when I told him not to.

Jenny!

Jenny?

You there?

Get an ambulance.

What's wrong? What's happened?

-Don't touch him!
-Don't touch anything in here.

Yeah, we need an ambulance.

-Is he OK?
-No, he's not.

He's killed him.

Not much of a mystery, Tom,
from my point of view, anyway.

He's fallen backwards,
been pushed, I reckon,

and hit his head
on the corner of the basin.

How long has he been dead?

Two hours, maximum.

Put up quite a struggle before he went,
but look at it.

Here.

Oh, thanks.

Tom, are you putting on weight?

Only I can recommend a very good diet.

Catalyst, 20 pounds in three weeks.

Come and see me.

It's a light in here, sir.

Take a look at these.

How do you work me, Chip?

The patients are wanting to make an A.

A strange hobby for a man, Troy.

But it does explain me with non-despair

and yours being a bit kinky.

It's made of human hair.

Right, you carry on here.

I'll get him to a mortuary.

Sir?

I swear to God it wasn't
here last time I searched.

We advance, Troy.

Rachel, where's your brother?

He was here a minute ago.

He said something when he saw your
grandfather's body.

He's killed him, he said.

Who did he mean?

Stefan, I expect.

Troy!

Easy, easy!

Oof!

I'll stand to your grief for the moment.

What the hell is wrong with him?

His grandfather's just been murdered.

Oh, my god.

And he thinks you did it.

He came here to tell you
to stay away from her.

He came to tell me he
didn't want Rachel lugging

-tarmac the rest of her life.
-And what was I going to do about it?

You!
You!

OK, Stefan.

This is not just
about making a motorbike.

This is about murder.

You were seen running away
from the Bridges' house.

I can't have been. I wasn't there.

And like everyone else,
you believed that the travelers

would be blamed.
And this afternoon,

you planted the wine cooler

in one of the vans to help
things along a bit.

Look, I've been in
the shop all afternoon.

Ask Peter.

Who, then?

Michael, go back to the camp and wait.

Come on.

Come on

I'm all he's got left.

♪♪

Stefan Miller says
that you can give him an alibi.

He was in the shop all afternoon.

Yes, that's true.

But you weren't.

We found you in the graveyard,
hop, skip, and a jump away

from John Smith caravan.

And you are going
to get me for something.

How long were you away from the shop?

Oh, I don't know, about 40 minutes?

Are you investigating
these murders, Inspector,

or a car accident seven years ago?

Well, you proved to me
they were not linked.

Well, for a gap of seven years,
how can they be?

There's an old saying, beware the wrath

of a patient man.

Yes, I must remember that.

You know, the sadness of all this for me

is that I might have
been able to help you

if I'd followed my instinct.

How's that?

Well, when I heard the shot,
I thought, shall I pop over?

Clearly came from Hector's.

I could have spotted the killer.

But I thought, no, it's something

to do with that absurd race.

No, the race was
over by the time he was killed.

No, it was just beginning.

I heard the crowd roar.

And then a moment later, bang.

♪♪

Mr. Saxby, Mrs. Saxby, Hector Bridges

was shot at 3 o'clock.

You said you heard it at 3.15.

I think you've been lying to me.

I must have been mistaken.

You ran across to the Bridges' house.

That takes three minutes.

Where is he?

He's in the study.

Another minute.

-Is he alive?
-Is he dead?

A phone call.

Another minute.

That's five minutes at most.

Where are the other 10 minutes?

I don't know. I panicked.

And did you panic
when you reported that car

accident seven years ago?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means it's odd that your wife

was present on both occasions.

And you've got the rest
of the day to recall

these missing 10 minutes.

And it had better be good.

You know another thing that's
been nagging away at me?

-It's right.
-The word taunting.

As in my perceptive remarks, sir?

Yeah, who apart from the MOD
who don't want to talk to us

would know why Orville
was taunting Hector?

His old army pals, sir?

Pick one, anyone at random.

We'll pay him a visit tomorrow.

Come on.

OK, relax.

Lean back, Charlie.

Lean back, Charlie.

That's it.

Everybody I know lives
on the edge of a page.

This Major Lampson is no exception.

Lampson?

That's a long way to go
on the off chance.

Train him up first.

Dad, aren't you forgetting something?

Hello, could I speak
to Major Lampson, please?

Oh, good.

It's banana day.

What did you say?

Sir, it's Mrs. Lampson.

She'd like a word.

Hello?

-Hm.
-Oh.

♪♪

Mr. Tudway!

You bellowed, Inspector?

We've been talking to
an army widow, John Lamson.

Need I say more?

No, but I'm sure you will.

I thought this murder
was a many-layered thing,

but it's dead simple.

You shot Hector Bridges
because of something that happened

15 years ago in the Falklands.

I did not shoot Hector Bridges.

I wanted him alive.

Yes, well, that makes you almost unique.

Do you mind telling us why,
bearing in mind

that I already know?

April 17, 1982,
Hector Bridges sent me up

a hill with just eight men.

There were 12 Argentinians,
he said, firing down on us.

So come nightfall, off I went.

But there weren't 12 up there.

There were 30.

And when I came down that hill,
I had four wounded

and three men dead.

Is that why you took to the road?

And then, just before he died, John

Lamson wrote to me,
care of the village shop here.

Hector Bridges had known
the enemy's strength all along.

He should have waited
for reinforcements,

but no, he wanted to press on,
take somewhere else,

become a hero.

So he got the medal,
and you carried the can.

That's might have enough to kill him.

I took Jenny's letter,
what, I took a copy of it,

to show to Hector the day of the race.

He'd been drinking.

What the hell do you want?

A letter arrived for me
just before Easter.

By an old comrade of ours, John Lamson.

He wrote it just before he died.

Read it.

Don't chuck your weight
around in my house, Captain.

Read it!

♪♪

All right, what do you want?

I want you to admit what
you did, publicly.

How old-fashioned are you?

I've blamed myself
for 15 years for those deaths.

Now it's time to blame you.

And who do you think they'll believe?

Me, here, in the big house,
or you, out there,

living in a horse-drawn cart?

While all this was going on,
were you aware of anyone

outside in the hall?

Listening at the door?

Was there someone?

Had a rough guess.

Whoever killed him.

Right, you can go, all of you.

Leave.

You mean you believe me?

I do.

Bye.

See you at Appleby and Bain.

See you at Glastonbury.

Why isn't he going?

Handsome fellow,
Orville Tudway, don't you think?

In some lights.

Educated, charming, witty, original,

and not a winning in sight.

Or perhaps there is one,
and we just can't see her.

It could be a daisy, sir.

It's unlikely.

There's something I want
to put to the test.

Require a little self-sacrifice
from one of us.

Thank you so much for the offer.

Follow me.

♪♪

Orville Tudway, when he sees what
he does when my back is turned.

What are you going to be doing, sir?

Telling the Smith they can go.

Fair enough.

Er, no snacking.

Troy, a little faith
in me wouldn't do you any harm.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

What's up?

Nothing.

Call me.

♪♪

♪♪

Afternoon, Miss Dinsdale.

Your sister about?

She'll be making tea, Inspector.

Tell her I'll be in shortly.

I wonder if you care
for a slice of this, Inspector?

Yes, yes, please, I will, please.

It's a brand new line, evidently.

Ooh.

Just a sliver.

And, um, why did you want to see me?

Well, I asked you about Hector Bridges.

Oh, it's lovely, that.

When I asked you about Hector, you

said there was something
of the night about him,

that he had a dark side that
it would pay me to explore.

He was given to abuse.

Is that true?

Especially after a few drinks.

Now, I don't want to press you
for uncomfortable details.

Excuse me.

Barnaby.

Sir, there's nothing happening.

Well, perhaps.

Perhaps we should make something happen.

What are you eating?

Banana.

Now, where was I?

You were about to press me
for uncomfortable details,

Inspector.

Oh yeah. Abuse.

Come in.

Please, take a seat.

Now, Mrs. Hexby, the missing 10 minutes.

I have nothing more to say, Inspector.

I believe you heard the shot,
and you went

over there just as you said.

Which means she didn't kill him.

But you met whoever did.

And I imagine he was in quite a state.

So what did you do,
calm him down, give him a story?

And then you took the wine cooler.

Describe to me a young man
who was never there,

making off with it.

And then you took the shotgun,
which no doubt

you disposed of.

How am I doing so far?

If I'm to answer any more questions,

I'd like a solicitor to be present.

Very wise.

When are you off to, uh,
New York then, Fleur?

I'm not going to New York anymore.

I'm going to Milan instead.

Oh, Milan.

-When?
-Tomorrow.

I have a cousin there who works
for the British Council.

Well, have a pleasant trip.

Well, thank you.

Thank you very much for coming in.

Is that all?

Yes, yes.

I didn't really want to see you.

Just wanted to, uh,
get you away from the house.

Hello?

You do realise we're alone, don't you?

Ah.

But should we risk it?

Who's to see us?

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Hey, Troy, Troy, whoops, sorry, Troy,

what the hell is going on?

-You were right, sir.
-There was a woman

in his life, Jenny Bridges.

So what?

With the daughter growing
up and off to New York,

Jenny could finally run off with him.

Well, she didn't have to kill anyone
to run off with Orville.

She needed Hector's money, sir.

Well, she could have divorced him
and got most of that.

Sir, just listen to me.

She admits to killing Hector Bridges.

Well done, Troy.

Should I charge her, sir?

No, put her in the cell overnight.

We'll charge her in the morning.

What's the verdict?

You've done it.

Congratulations.

Does that mean I can go back
to eating normally?

Canteen lunches every day.

I've got it off the list.

Cully?

That's the chef at the Thai takeaway.

He's marvelous.

Honestly, what that man can do
with typhoon horn is dazzling. dazzling.

-Cully, TV.
-Joyce, turn turn it up.

You can turn the simplest of foods

into a feast for you
to serve to your friends.

And you'll find them saying,
how on earth does she do it?

But there's a snag.

Pat doesn't do desserts,
but Carter Bowman do.

And they've been making
gâteau like these

for over 50 years.

You should try the latest.

I thought it was about tissues.

Fantastica.

That isn't just what I think of it.

That's what it's called.

Fantastica, from Carter Bowman.

Well, I've been eating cabbage soup.

You are stuffing your
face with chocolate gato.

What sort of daughter are you, huh?

Dad, I didn't have
the heart to tell you.

If it's any consolation,
they taste awful.

I wouldn't say that, Cully.

I'm...

Hello, could I book
an alarm call, please,

at 4am tomorrow morning?

Thank you.

I can't.

What are you doing here?

It's ten past six.
Is that too early for you?

No.

Please.

Now, can I get this straight?

You told Sergeant Troy that you wanted
to run off with Orville.

You wanted Hector's money,
and so you killed him.

Yes.

Now, the thing about a confession

is that it really should be true.

You didn't kill him
for money or for freedom.

You could have divorced him, got both.

Of course, one doesn't consider that
in the heat of the moment.

Ah, the old hot moment, eh?

What so fired you up then
to the point of killing your husband?

You who seem so icy, so cool.

I'll tell you one thing that did happen.

You had a row with Hector.

You hear any of that, Jenny?

Ah, yes, I did.

Well, tell me what was said.

Well, I can't remember verbatim.

It's important, Inspector.

It's vital, because whatever
was said made her take

a shotgun to her husband.

Why don't you remind her, Orville?

A fine thing to do to an old comrade,
screwing his wife.

What?

Oh, close your mouth, for God's sake.

Do you think I haven't noticed?

Why don't you do us both a favor?

Take the slag and run.

That's what you were planning to do?

While you're about it,
take the bloody daughter as well.

Conniving, grasping little tart.

You've said enough.

You know, she reckons she's going
to New York on my money.

Is there anything more laughable than a

stupid woman

to become a stupid man?

So you picked up the gun and shot him.

You're standing there,
it's already loaded, up it goes.

Bang.

No.

I don't buy that.

That's exactly how it was.

I don't see you taking
offense at a few insults.

It wasn't what he said about me.

And I don't see you
behind the door either.

Poor Sergeant Troy.

He's arrested the wrong person.

It's 6.15.

And now I'll tell you what I do see.

I see Will Saxby, Muriel,
and Orville in cahoots with you,

protecting whoever was behind that door.

And I see you here now confessing

to a crime you didn't commit.

And I ask myself,
would I take the blame?

For my daughter.

And what's the answer?

Yes, I would.

That's why you sent her away, isn't it?

It was going to be to the States,

but that would take
time to arrange visas,

and I was breathing down your neck.

For Italy, all you need's a ticket,
and off you go.

6.20, her flight.

Yes!

Well, what's going to happen to me?

I'm sorry I didn't believe that you'd

been abused by Hector Bridges.

I made the classic mistake
that abuse can only mean one thing,

sexual abuse.

And you weren't a victim of that.

Good old-fashioned brutality
didn't cross my mind.

And when we spoke of it up in the woods,

you didn't correct me, did you?

In case the belt we found beside Hector

led me back to Fleur and to the fact

that he was about to beat
the hell out of her with it.

The only thing I don't
understand is why.

I heard the argument
with Orville about what

he said about me,

that he wasn't going to pay for me to go

to America to get away from him.

If you listen to keyholes,
you'll hear things you don't like.

And things you can use.

If he doesn't do something
with that letter, I will.

How come everybody
in this village hates you?

Do they?

Peter Fairfax tried
to kill you over what

you did to his girlfriend.

Stefan Miller,
you put away for some petty crime.

And Muriel, what did she ever do when

put up with you thumping her?

Often for less reason
than you're giving me now.

And Jenny do you knock her
around just to keep your

hand in all these people will help me

Yes, come on Hector
give me a real beating

show me what a man you are

Uther may be a traveller, but he's head

and shoulders above you!

It's all right.

Fleur, look at me.

I will do everything I can to help you.

I promise.

But I can't help you
with the death of John Smith.

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You won't have to, Inspector.

The wine cooler,
was that one of your cack-handed ideas?

I thought they were all
in our paddock trading horses.

John Smith wasn't.

He was in his caravan napping.

He went for me.

We struggled.

He fell.

You killed him?

And if they hadn't swapped partners,
none of this would have happened.

Right.

I'm dreading this, you know.

That's what you said last time.

Hi.

We were looking at a pair
of chinos a couple of weeks ago.

Mm, I remember.
We didn't have them

in the, um, gentlemen's size.

You will now.

I'm afraid we only have
the one colour left, madam.

Do I look like a red trouser man to you?

Meaning no offence, sir,
you're more the cavalry twill sort.

You've got up my
nose last time I was in here.

Dad, lunch. Carlos's, Temple Street.

And I remember, sir,
comparing us unfavourably

to Marks and Spencer.

The day you can offer as much choice...

He's doing coq au vin
with bread and butter pudding.

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