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Agaricus silvicola on leaf litter
in association with oak.

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Late Tiberus sulfurus on oak,
matured in two days from

small yellow nodules into a magnificent
fan-shaped ripeness.

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As I cut into the frond,
a small quantity

of clear liquid streams
from the incision.

Absolute perfect freshness.

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Mrs. Chambers, we were wondering if we
could say goodbye to Mr. Wainwright.

If they haven't screwed the lid down.

You'll have to hurry.

inside.

What do you do when you want to
make a quick getaway, Colin?

You don't want to believe all
the rumours you hear.

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Uh, we'd like a moment alone with Mr.
Wainwright, if you don't mind.

Yes, Mrs. Chambers.

Oh, have you seen my husband?

No, Mrs. Chambers.

Sorry, Mrs. Chambers.

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We might manage this more efficiently
if I do it myself.

Very good.

I'll just stand here and pick you up from
the tarmac when necessary, shall I?

Joyce, could you please tell
Woody to stop fussing?

Joyce, how lovely to see you.

And this must be your husband.

Tom, this is Woody and Evelyn Pope.

It's Woody's croquet store that I'm
taking over in the village fete.

What a very pleasant surprise,
Chief Inspector.

Mr. Punch still keeping the locals on

the straight and narrow,
is he, Professor?

You flatter me.

No, I've handed it all over to
someone more able-bodied.

I was expecting Gregory to be here.

For heaven's sake, Kenneth.

You go on.

I'll join you in a minute.

I hope you don't mind, I
wanted to come and...

I do mind.

I really don't think it's appropriate,
you being here.

What?

If you'd done your job properly,
Carl would still be with us.

Now, please, just go.

Carl Wainwright was an old-fashioned
man with

old-fashioned values and
an old-fashioned heart.

When I first arrived here,
I remember how he

used to extol the virtues
of tradition, how he

used to warn us against the
evils of modern gimmickry.

I think we probably all felt
he was a little too

suspicious of the central heating,
as our hands turned

blue in the harsher winters and
our bedside water froze solid.

But we loved him, nonetheless.

And there's no denying
his personality is

firmly stamped on the hotel
he owned for 40 years.

It's a tradition to which I know
his successors will be

committed, with a few necessary
modernisations, of course.

But enough of the hotel.

We're here to celebrate
the full life of a

wonderful, caring and much-loved
human being.

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ,
the love of God, and

the fellowship of the Holy Ghost
be with us all evermore.

You probably don't feel
up to the reception.

He means he's not up to it.

You're not much of a sweet sherry
man, are you, my dear?

Oh, Suzanne.

Mr. and Mrs. Breed.

What a frightful service.

Thank you. Why don't you come back
to the house for a drink?

Tom doesn't look much of a small-talking
sherry man himself.

You're as bad as each other.

Of course, Carl was always a generous
supporter of the fate.

We can depend on the continued use of
the hotel grounds in future years.

This will be the last year.

I'm afraid you'll have
to find somewhere

else to stick your maypole
in the future.

Excuse me.

Susanna, I didn't see Gregory
at the service.

Oh, don't worry.

I'm sure he'll be back in time
for your Punch and Judy

show, even if Carl's funeral wasn't
important enough for him.

You don't know where he is?

No, I don't.

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She's got quite a reputation,
does Evelyn.

There was a woman here in the
village embattled by her

husband, oh, for years, where she
refused to take any action.

And Evelyn's Punch and
Judy show included

some-too-oblique references
to the husband.

And the next day, she walked into Causton,
Nick, and pressed charges.

Really?

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There's always one or two
locals holding their

breath when Mr. Punch takes the
stage in Midsomer Magnow.

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Well, perhaps we should start anyway.

The fate committee suggested
I paint up a new sign.

I quite like this one.

You'll have to watch him.

Now I can no longer wield
a mallet in anger.

He's on the lookout for
a new croquet partner.

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You have to stalk the ball, Lucy.

Come on now, your turn.

I leave the hotel and my
modest capital to be

divided equally between
Susanna Chambers,

Gregory Chambers, Julia Gooders,
and Tristan Goodfellow.

I know I can trust them to continue

running the hotel in the same
traditional manner.

Thank you.

Gregory's still not here?

No, we should be loading
up the theater.

Clarice Opperman.

-How do you do?
-Oh, I'm sorry.

This is Clarice, my niece.

She's staying with us.

Her parents live in Kenya.

Clarice, this is Tom
and Joyce Barnaby.

Well, you'll just have to do
the show yourself, my dear.

Me?

No false modesty now.

But I'm not ready.

Of course you're ready.

You'll do an excellent job.

We can't disappoint the children.

Tom, do you think you could
help us load up the van?

We need those nice, strong
arms of yours.

Certainly.

We may borrow him to help
set up the other end.

Would you mind, Joyce?

We'll be fine.

Don't worry.

He tries showing you his
pendulum stroke.

Just watch his hands.

Oh!

You tell me where that baby is.

I had a misfortune.

A misfortune?

What kind of misfortune?

A child was standing up close.

I threw it out the window.

You threw it out the window?

Oh!

I'll fetch the constable
and have you locked up.

Oh, I'm sorry.

How much do I love you?

Oh, she's dropped a puppet.

Where's she gone?

Where's Mr. Punch?

Where's Mr. Punch?

Where is Mr. Punch?

That's a very good question.

He can be quite an elusive big-nosed
gentleman, can Mr. Punch?

A natural mimic.

Now, where can he be?

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-you!
-He's what?

He's behind you!

He's behind me?

He's downstairs!

Someone's telling wee porky pies!

-Oi!
-Oi!
-Well done.

I dropped the puppets.

You kept it going beautifully,
didn't you, Tom?

Very, very good.

Your first solo show.

Any news on Gregory?

No.

I wonder if we should check the
hospitals or something.

299 for 6, he's on 134.

Street comes in now.

Oh, it's short and pulled
away by Schofield.

That'll go for four.

Hello?

Hello.

Oh, hello, sir. I wasn't expecting
to hear from you today.

There's something I want
you to do for me.

It's a possible missing person.

Sorry, sir.

Didn't quite catch that.

Will you turn that radio off, please?

-This is right.
-To collect that.

Yes, sir.

Yep.

The man's name is Gregory Chambers.

He's 45 years old.

Medium build.

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If there's been any kind of accident,
we should find him.

Isn't that Annie Tyson?

Annie, dear, have you
seen Gregory at all?

No.

Should I ask?

Not to worry.

Looks like a good day's shooting.

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He didn't go up to the woods mushrooming
not as far as I know

Maybe he's gone walk about Kyle's
death unhinged him.

Well, that wouldn't take
an awful lot would it?

Have you got anything?

Oh, I see.

-Yeah.
-Thank you.

Thank you, Troy.

There's no news.

I'm sure he's fine.

Now, you'll have to excuse me.

I have a gothic heap I have to drag
screaming into the 21st century.

I haven't seen him all day.

Listen up.

Seems Gregory Chambers hasn't been
seen since this morning.

Anyone here seen him, knows
where he might be?

I think he's found himself another
woman, done a runner.

Well, what's source for the goose?

Ain't that right, young Clarice?

Whether or not he had someone
else, and I'm not saying he

did, he would have phoned to say
he couldn't do the show.

Well, he didn't do the punch in Judy.

No, Peter, he didn't.

Well, what the hell's happened to him?

Just as well the money's come through.

My selection of malts is getting
a bit threadbare.

Don't be ridiculous.

I heard about your little
outburst today.

You really must make an effort to control
those nerves of yours, my dear.

Oh.

I'm pretty fine.

And, uh, bring torches, because
it'll be dark soon.

Sorry about all this.

Ben's picking me up.

Shall I tell Joyce?

Uh, yes, please. Tell her I'll,
uh, I'll see her at home.

What's going on?

We're searching the woods.

You cannot be serious.

Susanna, can't you feel it?

Something is wrong.

Look, he'll turn up tomorrow and wonder
what all the fuss was about.

What if he doesn't?

What if he's lying up there
right now, concussed

with a head wound from a bad
fall or a falling branch?

No, I'm sorry.

This is ridiculous.

I'm late for the designers.

You going to give us a hand, Tyson?

We're searching the woods for Gregory.

You mind you don't startle
them pheasants.

Annie's father, the hotel gamekeeper.

Annie's father?

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Keep a straight line though.

Clarice, where are you going?

I want to check something.

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Gregory, this is valuable
drinking time.

Have you found something?

I'm sorry.

I've just checked the bedroom.

Her bag's gone and some of
his clothes are missing.

I'm afraid you've all been
wasting your time.

Call it off.

I got you.

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Mrs. Chambers, identify the
ring on the finger as his.

We'll have to waive her fingerprints
for a definite ID.

But there's little doubt we're looking at
the right hand of Gregory Chambers.

So my guess is that the hands were
removed to hamper identification.

Probably the head as well.

Somehow, this got left behind.

It couldn't have been severed during the
course of the murder itself, could it?

I don't think so.

It was a hacksaw that was used.

Not a classic murder weapon.

Well, thank you, John.

A severed hand?

Yes.

Yes, I understand.

Chief Inspector, I'll
be there shortly.

I'm going to have to go to the hotel.

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Who could have done it?

I don't understand.

Why?

Poor Gregory.

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God, that's useless!

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First, Mr. Wainwright, and then
this, Horace Susanna.

We'll want to start the interviews
tomorrow morning.

Yes, of course.

Hey, thank you.

All right, this is fine.

Fine.

Good. Well, I'll, uh, I'll
brief the staff.

Oh, just, uh, one more thing.

Mr. Wainwright's will.

Was Gregory mentioned in it at all?

Well, yes, he was.

He received one quarter of everything.

The entire estate, including
the hotel, was divided

equally between Gregory, Susanna,
Tristan, and Julia.

Julia.

About your wife?

Yes, that's right.

Mr. Wainwright was childless,
and he wanted to pass

the hotel on to the people
who'd made it a success.

Who's involved in running the hotel?

Susanna's the manager, Julia
does the books, Tristan

Goodfellow is the chef, and Gregory
sort of helped out generally.

Do you happen to know who would
inherit Gregory's quarter?

Naturally, it would be
Susanna, his wife.

Take it out.

Every new professor should
have a new Mr. Puncher.

He's magnificent.

Clarice, I want you to do
the show at the Fade.

You ready?

I saw that today at the Grenville's.

I want you to do it.

I think your aunt would like you
to take over the theater.

And I'm sure that's what Gregory
would have wanted too.

I don't remember.

Put your trust in Mr. Punch and Mr.
Punch will put his trust in you.

It's all about trust, my dear.

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They've found a severed
hand in the woods.

Yes, I heard.

But what if someone saw the car?

They'll be asking questions.

They'll be snooping.

Well, then they'll find out just what a
naughty boy you've been, won't they?

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Ah, Troy.

Check the hospitals.

No reports of any one-handed
men in casualty, sir.

So we can reasonably assume that
Gregory Chambers is dead.

Just as well when you think about it.

Well, he'd have only been able to
manage a Judy show after that.

And get forensics to check
the hotel incinerator.

Sir.

Sir, I was thinking, you know
the tradition they have

here at the Fete of punching duty,
exposing local scandals?

You don't think Gregory
could have been

topped to stop him broadcasting
something?

The right hand being chopped off?

Maybe that was symbolic.

Well, certainly worth considering,
if perhaps a little fanciful.

I understand that you
want to talk to me.

We certainly do, Mrs. Chambers.

You've heard rumors that
I have a lover.

Well, it's true.

I've been having an affair with
Tristan Goodfellow for

the last eight months, and it's
not something I regret.

I'd be fooling no one if
I pretended I did.

It doesn't mean I didn't still love Gregory,
just not in a physical way.

Sadly, he wasn't blessed with any great
enthusiasm in that department.

Can you tell us when you last
saw your husband alive?

Sadly, about half past nine
yesterday morning.

He was already dressed
for the funeral.

We didn't speak.

And you had no idea that he was
intending to leave you?

I didn't think he had it in him.

And what were your movements between the
last time you saw him and the funeral?

My movements?

Yes, right, well, I had a hairdresser's
appointment at 11 o'clock.

Other than that, I was
here at the hotel.

Which hairdressers was that?

Petronella's in Causton.

I came back via Badger's Drift.

I had to go to the florists.

On my way to the hairdressers,
I went through the woods.

That makes me a suspect, I suppose.

Look, just take another pill.

You'll be fine.

Will you stop telling me
to take another pill?

It's always take another
this, take another.

Oh, Lily Pollen, look at it.

I'll never get it off.

It's an MCC tie, isn't it, sir?

Oh, yes, it is.

Look, um, I'm afraid my wife's not really
up to being interviewed just yet.

She's hit her very hard, Gregory's
death and whatnot.

So perhaps you could do me first.

Well, I, um, I didn't mention
it yesterday, but

actually, I drove through the
forest in the morning, so.

You don't happen to know
what the score is?

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The grieving widow.

Don't stop.

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How's the search going,
Chief Inspector?

Found any more bits yet

of the body?

Nothing yet.

You said you drove through the
woods yesterday, Mr. Gooders.

What time would that have been?

Just before the funeral.

Had a meeting in Causton with
my financial advisors.

I left their offices at roughly
1140 to be back for 12.

That's Trellingham Limited
and the High Street.

And they'll be able to
verify the time?

I'm sure they could, yes.

Did you stop off en route?

No, no, no, no.

Drove straight there.

Took about 15 minutes.

It's a reasonable route to
take back from Causton.

Doesn't look as if either of
them had the opportunity.

I mean, 15 minutes, that's
pushing it a bit.

No one could have had the time to commit
the murder and dispose of the body.

-Anything?
-Nothing yet, sir.

What about Abbott's pool?

We haven't started yet, sir.

He'd have to be fit to carry
a body this far.

Well, maybe there were two of them.

Or maybe the murder happened
here, and the

severed hand was taken to
where it was found.

If the murderer or murderers
detached the

identifiable parts, it's
a pretty good bet they

meant to leave the rest of the body
somewhere in the vicinity.

So who do we interview next?

Well, it's Tyson, gamekeeper.

He wasn't exactly one of Gregory's
greatest fans, was he?

And I got a feeling the
daughter, Annie,

she's got to be in the
picture somewhere.

But first, we'll start with
Tristan Goodfellow.

I was in the kitchen from
8 till about 10.30.

Then I was in the office, had
a budget meeting with Julia.

And then I went back to change
for the funeral.

Where was it you changed?

The annex.

It's where I live at the
back of the hotel.

And the kitchen staff can confirm
that you were here?

Until 10.30.

And then Julia Gooders can confirm
I was in the meeting with her.

So just when I was getting
changed, I was alone.

About 10 minutes.

Didn't have any help from
Mrs. Chambers then, sir?

Not on that particular occasion.

But you're right, I do like Susanna
to undress me whenever possible.

She's rather an expert.

I found a severed hand.

Why didn't you tell me last night
they were searching the woods?

Somebody got a bit careless.

Still, there's no point
in fretting about it.

Man plants his seed, and then decides
he doesn't want to own it.

He should expect the worst.

You.

You!

Wow!

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Yes.

Tristan was with me from 10
.30 till about 20 to 12.

We had to cut it short because
of the funeral.

I was wondering, uh, Mrs.
Goodhart, I saw you

after the funeral at the children's
Punch and Judy show.

You seemed a bit on edge.

Yes.

Had been a rather trying day.

But it was my goddaughter's birthday
party, and I'd said I'd go.

Never been fond of those puppets.

Can you think of anyone who would

want to kill Gregory Chambers?

No.

Came as a total shock.

This village is normally
so, so peaceful.

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Mammy?

Mr. Tyson?

We're inviting you in here.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Troy.

You look as if you need an ambulance.

I don't want no ambulance.

What happened here?

What happened?

I'll tell you what happened.

That damn daughter of mine happened.

She's no good, just like
her mother before her.

Like a wild thing.

That was an original Georgian chair.

That was.

But what does she do with it?

She breaks it over my head.

Why?

Why did she attack you, Mr. Tyson?

Did it have something to do
with Gregory's death?

Mr. Tyson, what was the relationship
between your daughter and Gregory?

Up the duff with him.

That was our relationship.

Four months pregnant.

And was I happy about it?

-No.
-And did I kill him?

No.

I should have done, maybe.

Get him an ambulance.

Mr. Tyson.

Mr. Tyson, were you in the woods between
9.30 and midday yesterday?

Yes, I was.

But there was someone
else there as well.

I saw his car parked.

And the person in question wasn't
that keen on Gregory, neither.

Who was the person in question?

Colin Salter, conservation nutter.

Didn't like Gregory for collecting
all them wild mushrooms.

Denude in the woods, he called it.

Denuding?

That's a word coming from him.

Might have had a bit of company
with him and all.

Where can I find him?

A bit quick to deflect suspicion,
don't you think?

Yes, but from himself or his daughter.

Ah, I'm Detective Chief

Inspector Barnaby. This is
Detective Sergeant Troy.

I'm not sure that's legal, sir.

A man can dress as he wishes
in his own home.

Would you mind putting something
on, Mr. Salter?

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

It's the pastry.

The pastry, Colin.

I'm afraid this is not a good
time, Chief Inspector.

Phone and make an appointment,
would you please?

Bloody cheek.

We'll phone and make an appointment.

Four months pregnant?

By Gregory?

Apparently, his enthusiasm in that department
was greater than you thought.

I think I feel slightly nauseous.

The gamekeeper's daughter.

You don't think that she might be
responsible for the murder?

Well, I'll talk to her in due course.

What can you tell me about Colin Salter
and his relationship with Gregory?

Gregory?

Not even Colin would kill for
the sake of some wild fungi.

Mind you, now you mention it, they did once
come to blows over some puffballs.

You find the subject of your
husband's death amusing.

All right, listen, I'm going to
give you a shortcut here.

The reason Colin Salter wanted Gregory
to stay out of the woods was

less to do with mushrooming than that
Colin wanted the woods to himself.

He often goes there with his
housekeeper, Florence.

He likes it out in the open.

And I'm not speaking metaphorically.

Annette Tyson.

You all right?

What's that?

What's in this fire, Annie?

Pieces of Gregory's clothing.

Shut it.

Put it out. It's water.
It will do better.

Did you burn these, Annie?

No, the fire was going
when I got here.

Annie, if you knew these were bits of

Gregory's clothing, why didn't
you put the fire out?

You must have realized it's
valuable evidence.

Why didn't you call the police?

-Sir?
-Yes?

What's this here, Annie?

Is it blood?

How did he get here?

-Yeah, I'll...
-You'll what?

Oh.

Well, that's that, then.

Bit of a disappointment
when it's this easy.

He went around, she told
him she was pregnant.

He had cold feet, had words, turned
physical, and she killed him.

Maybe by mistake.

He's certainly fit enough.

And she's a gamekeeper
as well, remember?

They butcher animals all the time.

What about your theory of the motive?

Was the silence Mr. Punch at the fete?

It's time you met the professors.

Please, sir, show me the way.

I was never hurt before.

Very well, as you're so kind
and condescending.

Here, my boy.

Now, place your head
in here like this.

This is the right and proper way.

The rope placed under my chin.

Now, I'll take my head
out and put yours in.

Oh, and you must turn
around to the ladies

and gentlemen and say, Goodbye,
fare you well.

Goodbye, fare you well.

That's the way to do it.

A bit much for a sensitive modern
audience, but very well done.

Take five, darling.

We have visitors.

Any news?

There's been, uh, development.

But before I tell you, um, can
I ask you, are you aware of

anything that Gregory was planning
to include in the Punch and

Judy show of the fate that might have
motivated someone to silence him?

Not that I can think of.

We haven't really discussed it.

It's normally a last minute thing.

Oh, I see.

Well, thank you.

We have made an arrest,

Andy Tyson.

I mean, no.

We found her at their
small holding by a

bonfire with remnants of
Gregory's clothing.

We also found bloodstains in
the back of her Land Rover.

Did you know she was four months
pregnant by Gregory?

I'd guessed as much.

I can't believe it.

Troy.

-Sorry.
-It's very old and delicate.

I'm trying to learn about fungi.

Oh, you haven't met Sergeant
Troy, have you?

Clarice Opperman, Gavin Troy.

What about Susanna?

Susanna has an alibi.

And Tristan?

Tristan also has an alibi, rock solid.

Susanna's confirmed the ID
on the clothing, sir.

Nothing on the bloodstain yet.

Makes no sense.

No trace of any body parts
in the bonfire.

They were disposed of somewhere else.

But why?

Why dispose of the body parts and
the clothing in separate places?

Why not just dump it all in
the hotel incinerator?

Much more efficient.

If you didn't put the clothes
on the fire, who did?

Your father?

He couldn't have done.

But you've thought about
the possibility.

The fire was lit this morning, and he

hadn't left the house before
I went up there.

All right.

Where were you between 9.30
and midday yesterday?

Were you in the woods?

I was supposed to be meeting Gregory on
the edge of the woods at Parsonsgate.

We were going to the funeral together.

He said everything would be different
after the will was read.

We'd have a new life together.

That's what he said

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I thought you were Colin Salter.

Tristan's sick.

We thought it might be the mushrooms.

Thank you for coming.

Could you hurry?

This won't take a second.

Why is it that people who use
those things always have

cars no self-respecting thief would
touch with a barge pole?

The day you skip it is the
day the thief strikes.

And you've experienced vomiting,
diarrhea, and stomach cramps.

Yeah.

And feelings of intense melancholia.

Yeah.

The yellow ones.

What are they?

Chicken of the woods.

Considered a delicacy by
some, particularly the

Germanic nations and also the
Canadians, I understand.

Tristan's quite fond of them as
well, aren't you, Tristan?

Some say it's toxic when
found on you, but

the jury's still somewhat
out on that one.

Do you think that's what it was?

Did you eat any of these?

Yeah, three or four.

May I ask what they tasted like?

Not bad.

Yes.

I've heard that.

What are they?

Amanita virosa, common name,
destroying angel.

There will be a remission on the third
day, but I'm afraid it's a false one.

On the fourth or fifth day, the
enzymes that attack vital

organs increase and the liver and kidneys
are irreversibly damaged.

There are no antidotes.

By the time stomach cramps have started,
it's already too late.

Oh.

Someone planted those mushrooms.

Oh.

Gregory didn't make mistakes.

In five years of collecting,
he never picked a bad one.

It was Gregory who collected
the mushrooms?

Yes.

The day before, he was killed.

Hmm.

They kept well.

Why don't you put Colin on
your list of suspects?

He didn't approve of Tristan cooking
the mushrooms either.

I don't know.

Give them your professional help
and accuse you of murder.

Yes, well, you are on our
list of suspects.

Your car was parked in the woods
at the time of the murder.

What were you doing there, sir?

I was going for a walk with
Florence, my housekeeper.

Bit of a ramble.

She enjoys the wildlife as well.

That was Julia.

She found a bag of mushrooms
on their doorstep.

She thinks they're poisonous as well.

enjoy yourself have a lovely
time thanks very much mrs.

Pope

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Do you know when these might
have been left here?

It must have been since
yesterday evening.

There was nothing here before then.

Destroying Angel.

The death threat.

They're poisonous.

What?

They're poisonous, Kenneth.

The mushrooms are poisonous.

I'm sure there's a perfectly
reasonable explanation.

You mentioned a death threat.

A malicious prank, nothing more.

I think you need a drink, my dear.

No, I'm sorry.

They've poisoned Tristan and
now they're trying to...

Will you please calm down?

No one is trying to kill anyone.

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Troy, stop.

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Problem?

I tried.

Someone has removed the screws that
secured the cupboard to the wall.

What the hell's going on?

How is she?

The doctor's given her something.

I need fresh air.

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It wasn't an accident, was it?

No, I don't believe it was.

Did Tristan receive a death
threat as well?

Yes, but he didn't take it seriously.

You didn't take the threat seriously?

After your husband had
just been murdered?

What about Gregory?

Was he threatened?

You're right, we should have
informed the police.

I blame myself.

Gregory, Tristan, and now Kenneth.

I should have insisted.

You didn't receive a death threat?

No.

Neither did Julia.

I need to see these death threats.

So they were in the form
of notes, were they?

I'm afraid Gregory threw his
away, so did Tristan.

I know, I know, but Gregory said they

should be treated with the
contempt they deserve.

I should have insisted.

Julia, I can't face doing
the tombola tomorrow.

You're not doing the tombola.

Oh, sorry, I just can't.

Between us, we have two dead husbands
and a poisoned lover.

I think the village will understand.

They didn't think the death threat
should be taken seriously.

What is it?

A local pastime?

Where to now?

I believe Susanna and Julia received
death threats as well.

Why would she deny it?

Precisely.

Maybe there's something in the threats
they didn't want us to know about.

Stop it or else message, perhaps.

You've got to let Annie out.

She'll go loopy in there.

You're not welcome here.

Just go.

You double-crushing swine,
I'll have you!

Tyson.

Mr. Tyson.

I'm about to release Annie on bail,
pending further inquiries.

She'll be back with you shortly.

May I suggest at this time you
try and avoid fighting?

Is that Wyatt, sir?

Annie couldn't have left the mushrooms
outside the goody's door.

She was in custody.

Maybe the father's in on it.

I can't pretend I liked
Kenneth Goodness.

He was a sneery little man.

And the cook wasn't a great
favorite either.

He did a damn good steak sandwich.

For pity's sake, would he?

Well, he did.

Best in the county.

Will he survive the poisoning,
do you think?

Well, there's some talk of a liver transplant,
but they're not very optimistic.

Do you know anyone with a knowledge
of wild mushrooms?

Well, I hardly know anything.

You're a suspect.

I'm not a suspect.

Yes, you are.

I'm not.

I'm not, am I, Sergeant Troy?

Do you know anything about a mushroom
called the Destroying Angel?

Don't you?

This is not a joke, Miss Opperman.

It's a murder investigation.

I'm not really a suspect, am I?

Stop it.

I wanted to run the puppet show.

And that's why I killed Gregory,
to get him out of the way.

Oh, come on. Clarice, don't
tease the sergeant.

He's doing his best.

Clarice, there is something you
might be able to help me with.

Earlier at the, um, the Gooders, Tyson

called Susanna a double-crossing
swine.

Why do you think he'd say that?

I don't know.

I mean, who knows what goes on
in the mind of Matthew Tyson?

It's to do with the hotel.

We don't know that, Woody.

It's a pretty safe bet.

In what way?

It's not helping Annie, you know,
keeping quiet about all this.

The new owners have big plans
to modernize the hotel.

The new owners being beneficiaries
of the will?

Well, that's right.

They're planning to sell off
the rest of the estate to

finance it, which means Tyson and
Annie might lose their jobs.

There's no mind about it.

They will lose their jobs
and their home, both

of which old man Wainwright
promised them for life.

It was Kenneth who was drafting
the contract.

A piece of paper.

Do you think that's what it means, the
contract is the piece of paper?

That could be anything.

We just found Gregory's script for his
Punch and Judy show at the Fade.

He'd already prepared it,
or at least some of it.

He mentions a piece of paper.

That's where he found it?

In the drawer.

Phone call.

It's the station for you.

Troy, could you get that, please?

Yes, sir.

You going to perform this tomorrow?

We thought as it's a tribute to Gregory,
we should use his words.

And it might be interesting
to see if any of

the locals make more sense
of it than we do.

So what's the news?

Forensics have drawn a blank
on the incinerator.

But the blood in the back of the
Land Rover matches Gregory's.

Annie won't be getting bail then.

What makes you say that?

She's got motive, opportunity.

There's strong forensic evidence.

And we know she's capable
of violent outbursts.

What about the other murders?

Down to her dad.

We just discovered he's got motive,
plenty of it, and opportunity.

They're in it together.

Look, if Annie did kill
Gregory, wasn't

premeditated, it was
a crime of passion.

I've got no problem with bailing her.

Be very interesting to see the reaction
of one or two people and I do.

Oh

Tom!

I asked him to pack the new
sign that I painted.

Husbands, eh?

I suppose keeping busy is the best
way of coping with grief.

How's Tristan?

What is it, Woody?

Worried about your steak sandwiches?

He's dying, basically.

Sorry.

We came to offer our commiserations,
that's all.

We must get on.

It's Clarice's big day with Mr. Punch.

The show must go on, eh?

Never mind that Gregory was killed
a couple of days ago.

We're doing it as a tribute.

We found Gregory's script
for the fate.

He must have written
it before he died.

It's a pity you can't be there.

Well, perhaps as it's a tribute.

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That's what it is, isn't it?

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Perhaps you should try the coconuts.

Ladies and gentlemen...

of Punt and Judy will commence
in five minutes.

Excuse me.

Chief Inspector.

Do you know anyone local who's
particularly good at archery?

Locally? Yeah, there is someone, but
we won't be seeing him today.

Excellent shot, but sadly, he's, um.

In hospital?

Yeah.

Thank you.

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How pale he looks!

I'll feel his pulse!

Are you dead, Mr. Punch?

Piss!

I never heard a dead man speak before.

What's that you say?

A piece of paper?

What piece of paper?

Heads will roll if the
truth ain't told.

Oh!

You're not dead!

You're only poorly!

Bye-bye!

Well done.

-Mwah.
-Thank you.

-Well done.
-Darling.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Enjoy it.

The star is born.

Sir.

Sergeant.

We found this in the woods, about
600 yards from the pool.

It's Gregory's.

It's his cleaning brush.

He used it for cleaning mushrooms.

Here?

Right there, sir.

Sir?

Here.

Could this be blood?

Indeed it could.

I'll need samples of this.

sir?

I'm trying to learn about fungi.

It was Gregory who collected
the mushrooms?

Yes.

The day before he was killed.

I kept well.

You recognise it?

Hang on.

That Polaroid.

It's gone.

It looked about like this
one, didn't it?

It looked exactly like this one.

I'm sorry, it was seeing his cleaning
brush like that It was

so much a part of him No, it's not
plastic bag a bit of evidence

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Come in.

It was deliberate.

We found three spike
holes in the tires.

And with that wall there, well,
you were very lucky.

We'll put an officer outside
the door for you.

You think they'll try again?

Well, if somebody wanted
to get rid of you

for whatever reason, didn't
succeed, did they?

And yes, yes, they may try again.

You think they think I know something.

Well, do you?

No.

That, uh, picture that
fell out of the Punch

and Judy book, could I have
a look at it, please?

Does this have something to do with the
investigation, Chief Inspector?

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How long you had this
photograph, Clarice?

I don't know.

It's one of Gregory's.

He used to try to teach me.

He'd put the names on the back so I could
sort of use them as test cards.

Well, there's no name on this one.

He normally put a date
and location as well.

He liked to keep a record.

Why are you so interested in this particular
picture, Chief Inspector?

I think this photograph was
taken at the murder scene.

Gregory's cleaning brush
was found a couple of

yards from this tree stump, along
with some blood stains.

There's a bracket fungus growing
on a tree stump.

This fungus has been
partially cut away.

It looks identical to this one.

I think this photograph was
taken very recently.

What does it mean?

I didn't notice any suspicious
reactions

when Mr. Punch mentioned
the piece of paper.

Susanna knew Gregory was having an
affair before he was murdered.

Did you know that?

Go on.

The landlady of the Red
Horse told me today.

Did Susanna tell you she
knew of the affair?

Susanna and Tristan both have alibis.

There is such a thing
as a false alibi.

Calm down.

You must calm down.

Yes, I understand that, but...

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Hello?

Who is this?

Who is it?

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I said I couldn't commit
to next year yet,

but they were pleased with
the way it went.

Tom, I'm just saying the croquet
store went well.

But it might have gone even better if
you'd put the new sign in the car.

When you packed for me this morning, you
put the old sign in, not the new one.

Well, I didn't realize
there was a new one.

I thought that that was the

only, the only one.

The piece of paper, Mr. Punch's piece

of paper, wasn't a contract.

It was a will.

There was another will, a newer one.

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Shotgun wound to the chest.

Death was instantaneous.

It seems Mrs. Gooders
didn't realize who

she'd shot until she turned
on the lights.

It's affected her rather badly.

Doesn't make any sense.

I didn't know who it was.

-I didn't know.
-It's all right.

You take it slowly, Mrs. Gooders.

Do you feel up to talking to us?

Now.

Why was there a shotgun
in the bedroom?

The phone call.

It sounded like...

Hello?

Who who next?

Who is this?

Who is it?

Who who next?

We're coming to get you!

So I took the gun from
the gun cupboard.

It was Gregory.

He's alive.

Do you mean?

They only ever found the hand.

Maybe Tristan never actually
killed him.

Maybe he didn't want to admit
that he'd messed up.

And now Gregory's come back, and
he's killing us one by one.

He did this.

He made me do it.

Poor Susanna.

Are you telling me that

you and Susanna and

Kenneth, your husband, and
Tristan Goodfellow

were all involved in a conspiracy
to murder Gregory Chambers?

Kiss.

Yes.

What was she doing with the knife?

And you planned to kill Gregory Chambers
because of the new will.

Is that right?

I didn't want it to happen.

But when they told me,
it was too late.

They'd done it.

Well, you could have told us about it.

But then you wouldn't have inherited your
quarter of the hotel, would you?

He was my husband, Chief Inspector.

When did you find out
about the new will?

It was Susanna.

They were talking about
selling off the

rest of the estate at Wainwright's
bedside.

They thought he was asleep.

Set the meeting.

We'll want to move as
soon as he's gone.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,

ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

You won't get a penny.

You've betrayed my trust, all of you.

There'll be a little surprise for you.

Will you try to read the old will?

The old will?

There's a new one.

Who?

Who's going to produce the new will?

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It's Gregory.

Oh dear.

You'd rather let the cat
out of the bag now.

Tristan.

Lock the door.

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She killed him.

She had to.

Knowing that Susanna knew,
Wainwright would

have made public the existence
of the new will.

Susanna and the others would
have got nothing.

They were so very close,
Carl and Gregory.

He was such a trustworthy person.

Why didn't he just give the
new will to his solicitor?

Kenneth Gooder's wife was a beneficiary
of the original will.

Gregory was the only
one he could trust.

If the plan was for Gregory
to produce the new

will when they were about
to read the earlier one,

then they knew he'd have it
on him before the funeral.

I'll do it.

Which was when they decided
to murder him.

They knew he'd be on his own
collecting mushrooms.

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You received a death threat as well.

And Susanna.

But not Gregory.

Susanna just said that to put you off.

Confess or die.

To the point.

We didn't confess, and
now we're dying.

Just one more question.

Who was Susanna trying
to kill when she

caused the blowout on the
Punch and Judy van?

Both of them.

She said they were in it together,
but she was wrong.

It's Gregory who's been killing us.

Paul Gregory.

It was me who told her
to go to Julius.

She phoned to ask my advice.

She'd had a call from Julia.

She's completely lost her nerve.

Well, she's talking about telling
the police everything.

I couldn't see any way
around it, unless she

wanted to spend the rest
of her life in jail.

You'll have to silence her
permanently tonight.

Was Gregory the sole beneficiary
of the new will?

Look, I know you murdered him.

I know Julia supplied the
alibi, that Susanna

dropped you off in the woods and
Kenneth brought you back.

We should have got away with it.

I was going to dispose of the

traceable parts in the
hotel incinerator,

along with the will.

But after I dumped the
rest of the body in

the pool, I was going back
to the meeting point.

You were interrupted by Colin
Salter and his housekeeper.

Well, I had to run so
I wouldn't be seen.

Oh

-Ah!
-Oh!

Oh!

The bag must have split.

I didn't realize the hand had fallen
out till you found it.

So you decided to divert suspicion
by framing Annie.

I'd incinerated everything already.

So we got some clothes from Gregory's wardrobe
and planted them on the bonfire.

And the blood?

I thought I'd better check Kenneth's
car to see if any blood had leaked.

There was quite a pool of it.

So I got some, smeared
it in the Land Rover.

And cleaned all traces
from Kenneth's car.

Phone call for Chief
Inspector Barnaby?

Troy, you take that.

Why won't you tell me who were the
beneficiaries of the new will?

It could help catch your murderer.

It's yours.

I thought if Susanna could murder one

husband, she might just be tempted
to murder another.

Sir, a builder's turned
up, claiming he

unscrewed the Gooders' cupboard
from the wall.

What?

I told you it was Mrs. Gooders
who asked me to do it.

Julia Gooders?

Yeah.

I thought it was a bit odd.

I mean, it was just a few screws, but

then that Kenneth's a useless
bugger, or was.

Let me get this absolutely straight.

You're saying that Julia Gooders
asked you to unscrew the

large drinks cupboard from the wall
in the living room, yeah?

Said they were going to
sell it at auction.

They were going to have it picked
up once they'd emptied it.

Yes.

Well, we'd better have a
word with Mrs. Gooders.

Sir?

Yeah?

Apparently, Julia Good has threw
a curly one in the night.

Went completely off her rocker.

They've sectioned her.

Maybe it's all an act,
and she isn't Barney.

Maybe she's the murderer.

We know she snuffed Susanna.

Maybe she hasn't lost her
marbles after all.

But, Troy, she's admitted there was another
will in which she gets nothing.

If this was all calculated, why would
she tell us about that will, huh?

Well, maybe it's not calculated.

Maybe she's just a raving psychopath,
and nervous Julia's just a front.

Where's she gone?

Where's Mr. Punch?

Where's Mr. Punch?

Where is Mr. Punch?

Natural mimic.

Any news from the lake?

I'll check, sir.

Was Mrs. Gooders at the
house to let you in?

No.

I let myself in.

How did you do that?

She said I should use the spare key.

Asked if I could remember
its hiding place.

Of course I could.

It was only last spring. I did
the work on the kitchen.

And she contacted you by phone
to ask you to do this?

That's right.

It's a...

They found the body.

Weighed down and tied to something

inflatable, which had been pierced
with an arrow, yeah?

Yes, sir.

Show our friend out.

We've got some calls to make.

Yes?

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What about the body in the
middle of the lake?

How'd he manage that?

Bow and arrow and some fishing line.

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And that, as they say, was that.

Chief Inspector, Sergeant,
come in, come in.

We need to see Clarice
as well, Mrs. Pope.

She's in the studio.

I don't know how much you've
heard, but Julia

and Tristan have confessed
to Gregory's murder.

Annie is no longer a suspect.

Yes.

Excellent news.

Susanna and Kenneth were also
part of the conspiracy.

So now we just need to know the

avenging angel responsible
for their murders.

Oh, I think destroying angel is a

more apt description in
the circumstances.

Amanita vidrosa.

I learned all about mushrooms when Woody
was transferred to Bordeaux.

Akin on mushrooms, French.

Indian or China, Chief Inspector?

It's Indian, isn't it?

I remember. Did Gregory tell
you there was a new will?

No.

No, I don't believe he told
anyone, not even Annie.

He was scared about what might happen
if the others learned of it.

Crumpet?

No, no, thank you.

Somehow, they found out.

So when Denise Daly, the nurse,
said she'd witnessed

Wainwright's signature, you
guessed it was the will?

You're very good, Chief Inspector.

When Denise told me that Susanna
had accused her of being

incompetent, if you'd done your job properly,
Carl would still be with us.

Now, please, just go.

I knew it wasn't true.

Denise was a very good nurse.

So I guessed there was
another reason why

Susanna wanted her away
from the funeral.

A document.

And when Denise told me
she'd witnessed Carl's

signature shortly before he died,
I knew it had to be a will.

Interestingly, Denise thought Gregory
was the other witness.

But he can't have been if
he was the beneficiary.

Oh, come and sit down, darling.

It's crumpets and blackcurrant
jam, your favorite.

Why is Sergeant Troy being so serious?

I'm afraid I have a confession
to make.

I've been using you rather badly.

But with my own body in
rapid decline, I was

incapable of doing the things
I needed to do myself.

Apart from the phone calls.

The talent for mimicry runs
in the family, I presume.

What are you talking about?

It was Evelyn who made the two
phone calls last night.

One to Susanna as Julia, the other
to Julia as Mr. Punch.

Will someone please explain
to me what's going on?

Your aunt is confessing to
the murders of Tristan

Goodfellow, Kenneth Gooders,
and Susanna Chambers.

I'm sorry, darling, but I couldn't
stand by and see

Annie's life and the life of Gregory's
unborn child destroyed.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you tell me?

I do hope she'll understand in time.

Clarice wasn't involved.

No.

She picked the poisonous mushrooms, but
she didn't know what they were.

She didn't deliver them?

No.

She should have put two
and two together.

I asked Ben, our gardener,
to deliver them.

I said they'd be a surprise.

Then I organized a little holiday
for him in Ibiza.

I knew he'd only make
the connection when

he got back, and it'd all
be academic by then.

Enjoy yourself.

Have a lovely time.

And he needed a break anyway.

Clarice isn't yet aware of the turmoil she
can cause in the masculine breast.

Are you okay?

I thought we were close.

She said it was all about trust.

How could she?

I went round to Colin
Salters and showed

him your picture of the
chicken of the woods.

And Florence allowed the interview?

It's one of Gregory's.

How can he be sure of that?

It's like a signature.

He'd always cut away the lower fronds
and leave the top ones.

They'd be dirty with leaf litter.

You've missed a cobweb on the stairs!

Colin!

Oh.

You have company.

That's why you asked Clarice
to take the Polaroid.

Clarice, where are you going?

I want to check something.

You'd be able to tell if Gregory
had been there that day.

What made you suspect he had?

It was when we talked to Susanna.

There were fragments of chicken of
the woods in Gregory's basket.

Didn't he go up to the
woods mushrooming?

As far as I know.

Where the hell is it?

Gregory had told me that he was going

to pick the chicken of
the woods that day.

I knew the exact tree.

It's a perennial fungus,
quite rare here.

So you instructed Clarice to take the
Polaroid picture so you could

see if it was his chicken of the woods
that had been harvested by him.

We wouldn't have been able to introduce
the poisonous mushrooms if

Tristan hadn't kept the ones that Gregory
collected before he killed him.

Anyone as callous as that
deserves to die.

And remember, if they'd been innocent,

they would have reported
the threatening notes.

Which Clarice delivered for you.

Why didn't you trust me?

Darling, if you were a
co-conspirator, you

would be facing life imprisonment
at this moment.

It's not the future I
had in mind for you.

I told her they were letters of
commiseration for Gregory.

Would you mind joining us
a little later, my dear?

file.

And you wrote the Punch and
Judy script for The Fade.

Well, I had to get Julia's
imagination going.

It's all right.

Troy, get an ambulance.

What's wrong?

I knew if Julia was the only one

left, I'd cheat crack, and she did.

Aunt Evelyn?

Would you get Woody, please, my dear?

Don't go, Aunt Evelyn.

Please don't go.

Get Woody.

At least Annie won't go to prison now.

Not that her life will
be easy, of course.

It'll be easier than you might think.

She won't have to worry about
a job or somewhere to live.

She is the sole beneficiary
of the new will.

Tristan didn't destroy it.

So he...

he admitted it at last.

Carl Wainwright.

He was Annie's father.

No one knew.

Except Tyson.

So shall our independence now.

My darling?

Bye, darling.

Oh, Woody.

♪

She could be pretty tough at times.

But underneath, she was the gentlest
person you could ever meet.

Clarice, we'll need you
to come down to

the station sometime and
make a statement.

-All right?
-OK.

I don't have my glasses.

Could you read it, please?

We'll be on our way.

No.

It's all right.

My dearest Woody, my time has

come now, yours has not.

I want you to be as happy as you can be
with the rest of the time you have.

With all my love, Evelyn.

Is that it?

Yes.

But how can I be happy now?

How am I supposed to get it
through a hoop from here?

You could play the red.

It's in the vegetable garden.

You can position the yellow one mallet's
length in from the shed.

It's Hurlingham rules, Croquet Tom.

Hurlingham rules?

Silly me.

Does Woody know that Evelyn
was a mass murderer?

Well, if he doesn't, he soon will.

My guess is he'll still
love her memory.

You liked her, didn't you?

What, me, a detective chief inspector,
liking a mass murderer?

-Yeah.
-Yeah, I did.

I won't tell anyone.

You've really got the hang of
this game, haven't you?

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