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The children walked through the
woods for hours and hours.

The trees got bigger and bigger
and it was getting dark.

There was lots of thunder and animals made
horrid rustling noises in the night.

Foxes and wolves and a huge big bear.

There's no bears.

There was then with fangs to eat you.

Can we go back Julie?

Bears coming.

Run Sean!

-Julie!
-Come back!

Bear's got me!

-Julie!
-Where are you?

I'll tell!

Brrraaargh!

Stay there.

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understand the feelings of the
Midsomer Worthy community.

St. Whale Wood has been a place
of recreation for generations.

Children play there.

People walk their dogs, picnic, and
I'm sure all sorts of things.

But none of that alters the fact that
the land belongs to Mr. Harrington.

As for this long list of objections,
nothing warrants an injunction to

prevent Mr. Harrington selling his wood
or Whitley Estates selling it.

With all due respect, your honor.

Miss Sullivan, when a barrister
addresses the bench with those

words, it is because he or she is
about to show no respect at all.

Please don't.

All rise.

Where do they get these judges from?

The man barreled his way through
every village in the county.

Look, we catch the criminals,
we offer up the evidence.

Not everyone likes what
happens in court.

And maybe the judge was right.

Give the boy one more chance.

Oh, look, a squadron of
pigs over Causton.

They move in next week.

Setwell Wood will be flattened
in a fortnight.

Well, my dead body suits me.

Not the way, Simon.

There are those who prefer your
body alive and kicking.

Right, Miss Sullivan?

All right, let's get out of here.

Oh!

I'm a police officer.

I want you two to walk away
from each other in

opposite directions now, or
I'll arrest you both.

Nice day for it, Rector.

Hi.

Hey.

OK, off you go.

I've got to talk to Mummy.

I've already heard.

You should have seen the
look on Simon's face.

He really thought that bitch of
a barrister would beat me.

Anyway, the whole thing
will be done in a

couple of weeks and the
money in the bank.

You'll be relieved?

Oh, come on, Caroline.

Fine.

We can put the separation behind us.

The boys will have a
proper home again.

The way it was.

The way it was is what worries me.

What do you mean?

Susan Bartlett.

How do I trust you again
if you're screwing her?

I'm not.

I'm not, Caroline.

Susan Bartlett stood between us
through six years of marriage.

She's still there, forget it all.

You can sell your precious farm
and pay me what you owe.

There's no point going
through it all again.

I'm not losing because
some old fool of a

judge can't see past the
end of his nose.

Setwale Wood belongs to James.

Whatever we say about the environment or
the local community, it means sod all.

One of the intriguing things about English
common law is it's a mess.

The further you go back,
the bigger the mess.

You think a history lesson is
going to solve anything?

We don't need a solution.

Just a mess.

500 years ago, Abbey Farm was
part of Midsomer Abbey.

It was sold off after the dissolution.

According to these, half of any
profit made from Setwell

Wood, cash or kind, can be claimed
by the abbot's successor.

That's the rector.

This wouldn't stand up
for five minutes.

This is ammunition for months
of legal wrangling.

Harrington will be bankrupt before
a chainsaw starts buzzing.

Why keep it back till now?

Pointless telling the rector
he might have a financial

interest in the wood if you were
getting Abbey Farm anyway.

This is about saving Setwell Wood, Bernadette,
not forcing James out.

So you buy Abbey Farm and
save the environment.

Perfect then.

I've got to go.

Cows don't care what time
you get home, Simon.

Either the ones in the milking parlour
or the one in the house.

Sorry, Victoria, didn't see you.

My fault.

It's not nice when neighbors
drag you into a corner.

So you'll understand I'm a
bit, a bit preoccupied.

I do, James, perfectly.

As your mother might put it,
preoccupied as a newt.

We ran all the way to the
road, all the way home.

They'll never have caught us.

Hi.

Hi.

Oh, it's filthy out there.

Hello, Dad.

Hello.

James Harrington has just missed me.

He was on the wrong side of the road.

I don't think he was even looking.

What happens in court?

They can cut the wood.

I wish he'd lost, but at least he
might put a stop to it all.

We nearly found the robbers'
hideout in the wood, Dad.

There was a lady they knocked out.

Their dog came after us.

Julie, there's no gang of robbers in

Setway or Wood, don't keep
going on about it.

She must have seen them hiding.

And then they hit her so
they could escape.

life out of your brother.

I don't want to hear any
more of your stories.

Come on, both of you, upstairs.

It's not my bedtime.

It is tonight.

Go on, off you go.

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What the hell are you doing?

There's a footpath there,
not a car park.

You'll know what trespass is.

Mr. Harrington, you'd be very unwise to
allow them to start felling trees.

Just a bit of preliminary work.

They move in next week.

But that hasn't got anything
to do with you or anybody.

We will be going back to court.

You've fired all your guns.

Oh, no.

And you don't know how much the next
salvo is going to cost you.

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She's doing it again.

Victoria Bartlett garden inspection.

Every time she tells me how well it's
doing, she means must try harder.

She does it to everybody.

Not everyone lives up to her.

Gee, he's still sulky.

She normally forgets these stories
after five minutes.

Well, I've got to exercise the hound
so she can come with me.

I'll go where they were playing.

Have a look.

Well, it's only encouraging us, um.

No.

Cold light of day. It'll
put an end to it all.

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If we don't, I could do with a drink.

Ah, marvellous, ladies.

Delightful.

Uh, Hannah, I do think
a gun in church.

Oh, well, I could hardly
leave it outside.

That would be terribly
irresponsible of me.

Let's go.

I, uh, I think we can expect
news of Setwell Wood.

Bernadette, um, Miss Sullivan, feels there
are legal avenues still to explore.

Miss Sullivan only bought
a house here a year ago.

Mostly, she's in London.

She, she means to help.

Hannah's family have been here for
hundreds of years, like mine.

I love the wood as much as anyone, but I
don't see things the way my son does.

And if there's no other way for James
to save his farm, I can't blame him.

He's got forestry people
up there already.

We'll have to move quickly.

Oh, dear.

Hello, Victoria.

Bernadette.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

Oh, it's all right.

I'm just clearing up.

I leave you two to conspire alone.

Oh, no.

Yes, the, uh, the documents
are in the vestry.

I did see the lady.

Julie, stories aren't lies.

But they're not the truth either.

It's not a story.

Come back.

-Chase that feral.
-Come here.

-Come here!
-Hey!
-Reefers, come here!

Come here, boys!

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I want you to go straight home
and tell your mother

to phone the police and the
ambulance to come here.

What's wrong?

Tell her to phone the kennels too.

We're going to need a lorry
to take the homeless back.

But we're going to walk.

Just go and do it, Julie.

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Soldier close to table, please.

Mr. Price?

Oh, yeah.

Do we know who she is?

Susan Bartlett, local farmer's wife.

Same one.

We met him yesterday, throwing
a punch outside court.

That's a positive idea, isn't it?

Yes.

Mr. Fielding knows her.

He found the body?

Well, his dogs did.

He was exercising the
Midsomer Hunt pack.

He's the kennel master.

Mr. Fielding, Detective Chief
Inspector Barnaby.

I, uh, I pulled her out.

Yeah, I couldn't leave
her in there, and I

knew there was nothing
I could do for her.

She must have been dead since
yesterday afternoon.

How do you mean, since
yesterday afternoon?

Well, my daughter saw the body.

We didn't believe her.

Your daughter saw the body dead?

But not in the pond.

Somewhere in the bushes.

I just thought it was
one of her stories.

Sorry.

I'm really sorry.

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Just tell me where the bitch is.

Really, Mr. Harrington,
I won't have that.

Leave the sanctimonious claptrap.

The police have cordoned off the wood.

They won't let me on my own land.

They won't say why.

Where's the Sullivan woman?

I think she's gone.

-Gone...
-to London.

I'll have her.

Simon, all of you.

We're a heifer short in the top field.

In the barn.

Looked a bit lame.

You couldn't tell me that, Jonah.

Weren't here for me to tell.

I'll print out a list of
cows ready for AI.

Can you check it before
they all go out?

Now Jonah

It should be an email
to confirm bulls.

I don't need guff to tell
me a cow's bullying.

It's never right, that thing.

Cows know when they're for serving.

That's the Lord's work, that is.

There shall not be male or female baron
among you, or any of your cattle.

Have you seen Susan this morning?

Is she still in bed?

Well, I just came to leave her eggs.

She comes and goes when
she comes and goes.

About as predictable as you
in that department.

Susan?

Where are you?

Susan?

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Move it! Move it now, you idiots!

Get out of my way!

Mr. Bartlett, move it now
or I'll do it myself.

Mr. Bartlett, you may remember me.

We met yesterday. I'm Detective
Chief Inspector Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Troy.

And I need to talk to you.

Where would your wife have sent
this from, Mr. Bartlett?

She had a laptop in the house.

She had her own email
address, didn't she?

Where was she?

I mean, what?

The body was found in Setwale
Wood this morning.

It appears she drowned.

But we'll know more after
the post-mortem.

I will have to ask you to confirm
her identity, sir.

Poor Susan.

I just never thought that she'd.

Shall we, uh?

Shall we go up to the house?

Obviously, there are questions
I need to ask you.

Yeah.

See what else you can get here.

It's Mr. Bloxham.

You don't live on the farm.

When was the last time you
saw Mrs. Bartlett?

Yesterday.

What time is that?

After morning milking at 10, maybe.

You didn't see her after that?

Not here, I didn't.

I saw her yesterday early.

That was the last time.

I was going out.

She was coming downstairs.

And she wasn't in when you
got back from the court?

I don't know.

I assumed she was.

I went straight to bed myself.

Court case had been a bit of a shock.

We needed to take stock, so we'd
been talking till late.

And you were where?

At Bernadette Sullivan's.

She's the barrister for the campaign.

What time did you get home?

10.30, a little later.

You had separate bedrooms?

Dairy farmers work unsociable hours.

It was better for Susan.

Who else was at this meeting?

It wasn't a meeting, exactly.

It was more of a debriefing.

Bernadette and me.

What was this truth that's being
referred to in the email?

I must face up to the truth
now, no more pretending.

What was that?

Susan and I have been trying
to start a family

for the last eight years, ever
since we were married.

It didn't happen.

You think that's what she means?

Well, I knew the truth
a long time ago.

But for Susan, there
was always another

consultant, another drug, some high-tech
science mumbo jumbo.

There was never going to be a baby.

She wouldn't accept it.

I didn't know how bad her
depression had gone.

He last saw his wife at 8 o
'clock yesterday morning.

What about Bloxham?

Was he here all day?

On and off.

Last saw Mrs. Bartlett at 12
on her way to the village.

She was leaving the Harrington farm.

And Bartlett was just about to go into
court with this man, Harrington.

Not the best time to drop in for
a cup of coffee, was it?

Susan Bartlett only ever went to Abbey
Farm when her husband wasn't around.

Do I detect a euphemism?

Bloxham reckons they were at it.

That's better, Troy.

Don't start discussing matters of the
flesh with delicacy and discretion.

They'll never know what
you're talking about.

Oh, hello, Simon.

What is?

-All right.
-What's happened?

Just tell me.

You sure about all this?

Oh, yes.

I saw her in the bushes.

What were her clothes like?

I couldn't see exactly.

And then we were frightened,
and we ran.

I saw her shoe.

Thank you, Sean.

And you couldn't see who
this person was?

A lady.

Do you think she'd been hurt?

She could have been knocked
out, like by a robber.

But later, I thought it was
like she was asleep.

You know, the dog was a Jack Russell.

I didn't know him, but
I would remember.

If you got all the Jack Russells
together, I could pick him out.

Now, we'll think about the dog later.

Now, for the moment, I don't want
you to say anything to anyone.

No one at all.

It has to be a secret.

Can you do that for me?

We could help.

We could find things.

Oh, you've been a great help already.

Thank you, Julie.

Would you go upstairs and play?

Inspector Barnaby's got a lot to do.

Come on, Sean.

Goodbye.

-Bye, Julie.
-Bye, Sean.

I don't know what to say.

She's been telling so
many tales lately.

Making things up all about the woods.

If only we'd listened, innit?

If we'd just...

to the phone just now, please
leave a message.

I need to talk to you.

Something terrible.

Susan...

I was trying to get a hold of Bernadette
to tell her that...

Don't you have more important
things to see to?

I don't know.

Susan's dead.

If there's anything you
can do to stop people

believing her suicide was your
fault, you should do it.

I know you didn't have much time
for her in life lately,

but I'd like to think that
in death, you can do

something more decent than rush off
into the arms of your mistress.

Oh, it's you.

Chief Inspector Barnaby, right?

You've got a bloody cheek.

Well, don't think you're going
to get away with it.

My woods, my timber.

That's what the judge said.

Shall we start again, Mr. Harrington?

We don't seem to be on the same track.

I need to ask you some questions.

You won't let me into Setwale Wood.

I'm the one with the questions.

There's a police investigation
going on in Setwale Wood.

Nobody is allowed in until
I am satisfied that

the scene has been preserved
and the evidence safe.

Evidence of what?

Do you know Mrs. Susan Bartlett?

What kind of a question is that?

Look, I've got time to waste.

Can you say when you last saw
Mrs. Susan Bartlett, please?

I wouldn't know.

I pass her in the street.

I don't talk to the woman.

Mrs. Bartlett's body was found in a
pond in Setwale Wood this morning.

She was dead.

The wood belongs to you.

Shall we come inside?

Then you can tell me what
the Susan Bartlett

you don't talk to was doing
here yesterday morning.

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She was here.

What time?

11-ish.

She didn't stay.

I had to be in court.

She popped in, that's all.

Did she make a habit of popping in?

Of course she didn't.

And why yesterday?

The row overset Wellwood.

She thought there could be a last-ditch
compromise between Simon and me.

Waste of time.

You saw that yourself.

I'll make something clear to you.

I am investigating a suspicious death.

At the moment, you're one of the last people
to have seen Susan Bartlett alive.

You think somebody killed her?

Anyone have a reason to?

Well, for God's sake, I didn't.

The truth shouldn't be
a problem, should it?

Simon and I grew up together.

We weren't always at each
other's throats.

We were friends.

Susan and I were an item in our teens.

Then I was away, agricultural college.

Next thing, she's marrying Simon.

A whirlwind romance.

Like hell, he was at her, behind
my back all the time.

Just a long time ago.

I was still in love with her.

My wife, Caroline, knew, eventually.

It didn't make for much of a marriage.

Mrs. Bartlett.

Can we, uh, get up to date?

Susan was...

Yes?

She made a play for me,
all these years later.

So it happened.

I needed to find out how
I felt, and I did.

I realized I'd stopped loving
her a long time ago.

I knew what was really important,
Caroline, the boys.

So I ended it.

Yet she was here on the day she died.

I told her it was over.

She didn't get the message.

I told her again.

Where were you last night?

I was in the pub, a couple of pubs.

I came home, had another
drink, went to bed.

Anyone confirm that?

Not once I left the last pub.

You're wasting your time here.

And don't husbands usually
top the list of suspects?

There's no one on the top of any
list as yet, Mr. Harrington.

Doesn't mean to say there won't be.

I may not know a lot about
farming, but I'm

very used to separating the
sheep from the goats.

No doubt about the cause of death,
is there, or the time?

What time did you say?

All right. I'll pick the report
up tomorrow morning.

-Thank you.
-Post-mortem?

Yes.

Susan Bartlett definitely drowned, and

she drowned sometime between
10 PM and 2 AM.

There's no sign of any
kind of a struggle.

The suicide note was emailed at
9 48, so the suicide theory

fits perfectly, except for the
fact that Julie Fielding saw

Susan Bartlett's body lying in Sitwell
Wood earlier that afternoon.

If Julie did see the body, it was at least
six hours before Mrs. Bartlett died.

Well, that gives us something
to go on, doesn't it?

What?

Doesn't make any sense at all.

As I was walking up the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today.

I wish, I wish he'd stay away.

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I spent the night at
my flat in London.

I just walked in.

Was it an accident?

Not an accident, no.

The general opinion in the
village is suicide.

That's not your opinion.

Other people's assumptions
are interesting.

I've made none myself.

You're a barrister.

You'll understand about
suspicious death.

Mr. Bartlett says he spent
the evening of

the Setwale Wood court case
here, is that right?

Yes.

When did he leave?

I'm not sure exactly, 10, half past.

And you were with him
all that day since?

Since the night before.

There was a case to prepare.

-It was late.
-He stayed the night.

Silence signifies you'd like to know
the nature of our relationship.

Yeah, it would save time.

I didn't make up the spare bed.

Mr. Bartlett chose not to tell me that

he spent the previous
night here with you.

Discretion.

The Bartlett's have an image
in the community.

Did Mrs. Bartlett know about
the relationship?

Maybe.

I never got the impression she was very
concerned what Simon got up to.

She had other things on her mind.

But then you'll know about that.

No, no.

Like what?

Depression.

It was hardly a secret.

Look, I'm sorry about Susan, of course,
but I barely knew the woman.

If she did commit suicide, I don't
suppose it's much of a surprise.

But the short version is,
Simon was with me from

9 in the morning till 10
.30 the following night.

He didn't go home at all?

Briefly, to talk to Bloxham.

There's more to say about
cows than I fathomed.

How long was he there?

An hour and a bit?

You're surely not suggesting Simon had something
to do with his wife's death.

That's absurd.

No, I'm sure you're right.

Well, um, thank you.

Thank you for your help, Ms.

Sullivan.

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Morning.

What's happened?

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Bernadette, why the hell didn't you
tell me you were going away?

I was trying to get hold of you.

What did he want?

I'll need to take these
back, Mr. Bartlett.

I'll give you a receipt.

Well, who the hell do
you think it was?

Yes.

So I'll talk to you later

Miss Sullivan?

Any reason why not?

Look, am I going to get an
explanation for all this?

Why is my house being searched?

Why is Susan's things being taken?

The laptop that Sergeant
Troy has just removed.

Does anyone apart from you and your
wife have access to that?

It was hers.

I didn't use it.

Never?

Never.

The problem is the computer
was used to

send the email, the suicide note.

It was sent when your wife's
body had been lying in

set well wood for at least six
hours, probably longer.

Yeah.

So whoever emailed it to
you, it wasn't her.

Your wife did drown, sir, but I don't
think she killed herself.

I think she was murdered.

Ah, morning, Sergeant.

I need to have a look around
the farm, Mr. Harrington.

I haven't got a search warrant.

Help yourself, old son.

Inside, outside, there are no bodies

that I can call to mine,
but you never know.

Oh, just one thing.

You won't leave a mess, will you?

Mrs. Bartlett had a computer,
a laptop.

You weren't aware of it?

Can't say as I was.

She did bang on about the web,

gynecological advice on the
web, tarot card readings.

Not my sort of thing.

There's enough bullshit
in Midsomer Worthy

without scouring the planet
for the stuff.

You didn't have access
to this computer?

Never even seen it.

I haven't been inside Grain's
farm for 10 years.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Mother.

Oh, yeah, there is a policeman
here as it happens.

Are they putting up a schedule
in the post office?

By all means.

It's my mother.

She's in urgent need of a policeman
for some reason.

I'm in need of a drink.

Sergeant Troy.

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No, no, don't pull those up, Sean.

There's no flowers on them, Mum.

There would have been.

Can we go for a walk?

I'm weeding.

No, no, no, not those.

Can we?

Well, just once around the
village, all right?

Good morning.

Something happened to Mrs Bartlett's
garden, Julie.

I didn't want to bother you,
but Hannah thought.

I don't know what Hannah thought.

However horrid, I can't see it
has to do with poor Susan.

Really, all I want is to sweep the
flowers away and forget about it.

Please, leave them for the
moment, Mrs. Bartlett.

My boss will want to take a look.

Well, do what you must.

As far as I'm concerned,
there's only one

way to deal with other people's
unpleasantness.

Plenty of hot tea.

Oh, that'd be very welcome.

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Why are you doing busking?

It's elimination.

You can take the sausages.

I'm sorry about Susan.

Are you?

Come on, Simon, of course I am.

She didn't care about you.

She didn't give a stuff, but
you never could take that.

What are you talking about?

You were trying to get her back,
and she still wouldn't listen.

She still thought you were the same
loser that you always were.

You're out of your mind.

Is that why you killed her?

Because you begged her, and
she still wouldn't?

You're a maniac, Bartlett.

You are an animal!

-Get lost!
-I loved her.

Do you even know what that means?

You will get what's coming to you.

If the police don't get you, I will.

Come on.

Hello, Sean. Hello, Julie.

Have you caught anyone?

We have to find out what happened
first, don't we?

What about the dog?

Sergeant Troy is hot on the trail
of every Jack Russell for miles.

But he won't even know
what it looks like.

Yeah, well, he is a bit short
of local knowledge.

Come on.

Mrs. Bartlett, Mrs. Harrington.

I'm sorry about this, Mr. Barnaby.

Somebody's foul idea of a joke.

I know you have more important things,
and the flowers will grow again.

I'm not saying there
is a link with your

-in-law's death, Mrs. Bartlett,
but I'd like to

know why anyone would think of
doing something so very odd.

Is there anyone you would
regard as being

your enemy or someone you're
so in love with?

people often fall out with each other.

Your garden's never been vandalized
before, has it?

No.

And I don't believe anyone we know
would respond to such a.

Susan's suicide?

Why doing such a thing?

Well, I wish it were as
simple as it appeared

to be yesterday, Mrs. Bartlett,
but it isn't.

This is now a murder investigation.

Everyone thinks Susan's death makes it

bad manners to stop him
destroying the wood.

You know I've come up with something
that could bankrupt the man.

Get on with it if that's
what you want.

What I want?

We've been fighting this for the
last nine months, Simon.

I don't give a damn about the dissolution
of the bloody monasteries.

Well, you should.

It's you that gets Abbey Farm
when all this is over.

Look, ever since we met, you've banged

on about what you could
do with more land.

I can make that happen.

I can make sure that when
we do get together,

you'll have everything
you've ever wanted.

Come back with me.

You don't want to be here.

-It's miserable.
-I understand that.

Can't you wait till she's buried?

What is the decent period
for abstaining from

carnal knowledge of your mistress
when your wife dies?

If she'd walked out of here,
you'd have thrown a party.

It's the same woman. It's
not that simple.

Why not?

Unless you killed her.

Of course I didn't kill her.

Well, you're a bit weak in the
alibi department, darling.

I only hope you can convince Barnaby.

Listen, I don't want anything more to
do with this, James or Setwellwood.

Or me.

I didn't say that.

I could drop you off if you
like, Mrs. Bartlett.

No, I'd rather walk.

I have to go to the rectory.

There's Susan's funeral tomorrow.

Bye, Mr. Barnaby.

Have you known Mrs. Bartlett
a long time?

Forever.

When we were kids, there was hardly
a day we didn't meet.

Usually in the wood.

There's the ruins of a cottage there.

We didn't think anyone
else knew of it.

Of course, everybody did.

It's even marked on the map.

This thing with the flowers, Victoria
Bartlett's garden, you

believe it was a lot more than just
a tasteless joke, don't you?

They were burning witches here
up until the 17th century.

One of the things the witches were

accused of was putting the
evil eye on people.

It wasn't the evil eye
which killed Susan.

I only mean it makes a statement,
a warning, if you like.

Mr. Barnaby, I'm not
easily frightened.

But when I saw those flowers
laid out in the shape of a

dead body, another dead body, it

made my blood run cold.

Can we go home?

I don't expect Mr Barnaby just goes home
before he's finished detecting.

I bet he does.

He's a chief inspector.

There's another one.

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So she didn't shun?

This is the one from the wood.

It is.

I'm going to investigate.

I don't like it here, Julie.

Bark!

-Bark!
-Bark!

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He's eaten them all, Julie.

No one comes here.

No one.

I know who you are.

You come again and I'll have you.

You will know my way in prayers
of the wrath of God.

We can establish that the email was sent
using the phone line Grange Farm.

Yeah, but that doesn't
get us very far.

There was no password.

Anyone who knew how to
operate a PC, even

at a basic level, could
have got into it.

Yeah, but you'd need to know
it was there, wouldn't you?

And you'd need to get into the house
if you weren't there already.

The house was empty.

Yeah, if Simon Bartlett left Bernadette
Sullivan's when he said he did it.

Well, she's not likely to lie.

I mean, she's a barrister, isn't she?

I can see, Troy, that despite your
experiences at Causton Crown

Court, you still have a touching
faith in the legal profession.

You think she is lying?

I think all sorts of people
are lying, Troy.

Susan Bartlett's phone calls.

Pretty well all to the gynecologist
at St. Thomas's in London.

She tried to phone Harrington a lot.

The calls only last a few seconds.

There's one very odd call she received
the day before the murder.

The number's been traced to Mrs.
Caroline Harrington in Causton.

I wouldn't have thought they
had much to chat about.

You didn't take a pound of sausages
this morning, did you, Sam?

Of course I did.

I always take a pound of raw
sausages to work with me.

Everybody does.

I don't want to be the
odd one out, do I?

Yes, they use them.

All the kids.

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T.

Come on.

Looks interesting.

It's just dogs.

It's all the Jack Russells we followed
to find where the lady was.

When did you do this Julie?

Today.

You followed people.

We did find the duck.

I'm sure we did, in an old house
that's falling down.

That's it.

I don't want any more
of this from now on.

You do not leave the house or
the garden on your own.

You go to school, and
then you come home.

But Mr. Barnaby said.

You don't understand these things.

It's not a game.

Now go and sit up.

Plain detective, he's got to stop.

Sam, we've got to find a better way of
stopping it than shouting at her.

I don't want them going
out on their own.

What's the matter?

Susan Bartlett.

She didn't kill herself.
Someone murdered her.

Julian Shaw are out there following.

-Hi.
-How's it going?

shut up I'll tell you when
I see you don't keep

me waiting any trouble you
know what's gonna happen

James!

James, if you're in there...

I want to talk to you.

James!

♪

I've got the card.

Chief Inspector Barnaby lives
in Cush and we've

got to tell him about Mr
Bloxham's Jack Russell.

We're not allowed.

It'll just have to be a
secret, like he said.

There's things we need
to talk about, James.

What?

It's not a conversation to have here.

Well, I don't care.

We're celebrating.

There's money in the bank from now on.

And every time I draw something, it's going
to make me feel so very, very good.

Shut up.

Let's have another drink.

No more.

I'll take you home.

Well, we'll have one at the farm.

Do what you like.

Night, Mother.

Bad manners to leave awake
early, I know, but

you can put a long face on
with the best of them.

Can't you keep him under control?

No, Hannah.

That's why I left him.

James, there's something
I need to tell you.

Well, come and have a drink, then.

I don't want one.

I do.

Oh, sod off, then!

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Two halfs to Causton, please.

No school today.

We're doing something important.

Oh.

Then not hang about then.
There you go.

-Yes.
-That's James, my son.

You don't need a doctor
to pronounce him dead.

I'll have to ask you more questions.

I'll be in the yard.

George is still alive.

At least we might be able to save him.

George, it's the dog.

Number seven I'm starving

Hello.

Hello. I'm Julie Fielding, and
this is my brother, Sean.

Is this where Chief Inspector
Barnaby lives?

Yes, it is, but I'm afraid he's
at work at the moment.

We've come a long way on the bus,
about clues and everything.

Well, you better come in.

I'm sure I can get hold
of him for you.

Are you Mrs. Inspector Barnaby?

Yes, I suppose I am.

I'm ever so hungry.

You'll need to be kept warm.

Mm.

Don't feed him today, something
in the morning.

And if he's sick again, I'll stop.

I'll bring him through.

Mr. Fielding.

Oh, I couldn't get hold of a damn vet.

Anyway, Sam's forgotten
more about dogs

than they've ever known
in that practice.

What happened to the dog?

Well, something knocked him out.

Wherever it was, it was strong.

He's sick took most of it.

It's all around him.

Poison, is it?

No symptoms that I recognize.

It's just knocked him out cold.

Nothing to tell you what it was?

An odd smell on his breath.

It reminded me of something,
but now it's gone now.

Sir, have you got a minute?

Yes.

We found his car still
outside the pub.

His mother said he was in there
with his wife, ex-wife.

Not quite sure what we're
supposed to call her.

Well, whatever she was yesterday,
ex seems to cover it today.

So Caroline Harrington gave
him a lift home, did she?

Yeah, that means she was the last
person to see him alive.

So far, anyway.

Right, I'll talk to her in Causton.

In the meantime, there's a lot
of dog vomit in there.

Mr. Fielding will show
you where it is.

Dog vomit?

Yeah, could you, um, collect it up?

Much as you can.

His mobile's turned off, but the station
say he's gone out to Midsomer Worthy.

I didn't want to tell him there.

It's all got to be a secret, you see.

Can I have some more cake?

Oh, I'm glad you like it.

I could eat loads.

Sure, it's rude to just ask for more.

I'll take it as a compliment.

Thank you.

Your parents do know you're here.

They found his body,
like Susan drowned.

Everyone knows.

If you need a lawyer, I'm not cheap.

Look, I am sorry about yesterday.

You don't get told your
wife's been murdered.

For God's sake, how am I supposed
to handle something like that?

The police are going to think it
was me with everything that.

They can't prove anything.

What aren't you telling me?

I went to Abbey Farm last night.

That's clever.

I didn't know someone was
going to kill James.

He wasn't even there.

I am frightened, Bernadette.

I went to the farm.

I went home. I was on my own.

He could have been there
dead when I was.

Did anyone see you at Abbey Farm?

No.

Then you weren't there.

And you weren't on your own, you
spent the night with me.

An alibi from an eminent barrister
should even shut Barnaby up.

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Forget it all.

Problem solved.

♪

I called at the house, and
there was no one there.

You just missed Mr. Fielder.

He was here.

Look, you go on home.

I'll take these two over
to him at the kennels.

Harry!

May we see some detectives, please?

Come on, in the car.

Can we put the siren on?

No, you may not.

See you later, Joyce.

It was Mr. Bloxham's Jack Russell.

Honestly.

Oh

Hi, we can't come to the phone
right now, leave your

message and we'll get back
to you as soon as we can.

Come and eat this evening.

You won't feel much like cooking.

I panicked.

I thought the police would come to me.

They'd think I did it.

That's ridiculous, Simon.

Then I realized it was stupid.

Setting up a false alibi with
Bernadette, it was stupid.

I went home.

For the first time, I
saw things clearly.

I do know, Simon.

It's no different for anyone.

When your father died.

If we'd been happy.

If the last few years hadn't
been such a, it was me.

I shut her out.

Maybe you should go away for a bit.

Jonah can run the farm.

If I cleared out her things.

No, no. I don't want anyone
else doing that.

All right.

When someone dies, you
don't want to let

go, but you will have to.

I do have to let go.

I don't know why Susan died,
why James did, but

there is a poison that is
going to stay with me

for the rest of my life unless
I do something about it.

Is that what Bernadette wants?

Bernadette?

Can't say I like the woman, but clearly
when this is over, you and she.

No.

I thought...

I think I've just discovered that I
don't like her very much either.

In fact, there's something
about her that...

I'm going to sell the farm.

What?

As soon as Susan's funeral's over,
Grange Farm goes on the market.

Simon, you can't throw away
a lifetime's work.

And what about all the
other lifetimes?

Your fathers, your grandfathers
down the generations?

We are a part of Midsomer Worthy.

We matter here.

It's madness.

No, the answer is no.

I couldn't buy another farm.

Can't buy my way out of what's
going on in here.

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Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Denise will go ballistic.

Anything could have happened.

Why didn't the school?

They're safe now.

So there's somebody out there
who's killed two people.

-That's what you think?
-We don't know.

Julie and Sean, I mean,
they've seen things.

They are witnesses, aren't they?

Nobody knows that.

Look, I'll make sure the
house is patrolled, OK?

This dog business.

Yeah, don't hold out much hope there.

Julie's very sure, though, isn't she?

Julie?

Julie, tell Mr. Barnaby all the names
of the hounds that you know.

Go on.

That's Barnard.

That's Chaser.

That's Sable.

He's got more black.

There's Pharaoh.

Tess, floppy with the funny ears.

Brandy, she had pups at Christmas.

That's Kestrel and Eto'o.

You want something?

You've got a Jack Russell Terrier.

Wherever I am.

Can we go inside?

I still need to find anyone who was in

Setwale Wood on the day
Susan Bartlett died.

People, people see things.

All around, they don't mean much,
but the smallest thing can help.

Now there may have been
another murder.

I wasn't there.

Your dog was seen in the wood
in the afternoon at a

time when we know Mrs. Bartlett's
body was already there.

Plenty of Jack Russells around here.

There's a good chance this was yours.

He goes where he wants.

Anywhere there's vermin.

Plenty in Setwell Wood.

And you weren't with him?

No.

We haven't found anyone who
saw Mrs. Bartlett after

you did, Mr. Bloxham, when she
drove out of Abbey Farm.

Next one, it'd be him who killed her.

Now, is this your dog?

Here, boy.

Ouch!

Ouch!

Charlie don't like people very much.

Here.

tablespoon twice a day.

Seal off any infection that will.

Yeah.

What is that?

Herbs.

Nature's remedies.

Thank you.

Well, if you do happen to remember
anything, Mr. Bloxham.

but who knowest us to be in the midst
of so many and great dangers.

And by reason of the frailty of our

natures, we are not always
able to stand upright.

Grant to us such strength as
will support us in danger.

The cause of death is clear.

Asphyxia.

Direct result of liquid animal waste
entering the breathing passages.

It consumed a great deal
of alcohol and

valerian, the root of valeriana
officinalis.

It's a sedative used for
nervous conditions.

Popular cure for insomnia.

It's in any chemist.

So it's not dangerous?

Normally, no.

However, normal isn't the
word for what's in

Mr Harrington's system or
what the dog threw up.

But it looks to be a very concentrated
form of valerian.

And Susan Bartlett?

I've been back.

The same.

Enough to kill?

Not in a healthy adult.

We're talking about paralysis,
unconsciousness.

Out of the mouths of babes
and sucklings.

She could have been knocked out.

Like by a rubber.

But later I thought it was...

Julie Fielding said she was asleep.

I thought she said that because she didn't
really understand what dead meant.

But she was telling us
exactly what she saw.

Tom, I know you're not
a great believer in

coincidences, but I was struck by
where Mrs. Bartlett was found.

Setwale Wood.

Valerian's had various names
in its long and ancient

history, but in the Middle Ages,
it was called Setwale.

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Harrington was drunk when he got home.

He wouldn't have noticed if his
whiskey tasted a bit strange.

And Susan Bartlett, she
was taking pills and

potions like there was no tomorrow,
some with valerian in.

Small doses, but it wouldn't have been

hard to substitute the
concentrated stuff.

That puts it pretty close to home.

Doesn't it?

What's Simon Bartlett's
alibi for last night?

Miss Sullivan confirms
he was with her.

Jonah Blossom's dog.

Anything else from Abbey Farm?

I found these.

Harrington's life was insured
for 400,000 pounds.

Two policies.

Well, the premiums on these must
have been a bit hefty.

-Mm-hmm.
-Are they still active?

Insurance company says yes.

He wasn't paying for them.

His wife was.

She has been since the separation.

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You've been separated from James
for one, nearly two years now.

Yet you still kept up the payments
on his life insurance.

That seems unusual.

It's just something I did.

He had no contact with the
insurance companies.

All the correspondence
came straight to you.

Did you discuss it with him?

There was no point talking
to James about money.

It only meant a row.

Well, as for correspondence,
he ignored

every envelope that came
through the door.

Still seems a lot of insurance for a
man so very close to bankruptcy.

We were trying to sort things
out to get back together.

I really didn't kill him for
this money, Mr. Barnaby.

I have to ask these questions, Mrs. Harrington,
to make sense of things.

You find people's lives
make sense, do you?

It'd be very nice if they did.

It's not my experience.

So Troy spoke to you after the
death of Susan Bartlett to

confirm the time you met your husband
after the court case.

Yes.

You didn't tell him that
you'd made a phone

call to Susan Bartlett
on the previous day?

No.

Well, was there a reason for the call?

I heard that James was seeing her.

I wanted to know the truth.

What did she say?

She laughed.

At all?

I slammed the phone down.

I decided I didn't want
to know after all.

In the end, it didn't matter
whether anything

had happened, only that it
wouldn't happen again.

That's what I wanted to
say to him last night.

But he was too drunk to listen.

If I had any inclination to kill Susan,
I would have done it years ago.

I won't say it didn't cross my mind.

He went to Wyndham's farm
and killed him.

He done Susan Bartlett too.

He took her body to the
woods in his ATV.

Searched the farm.

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The call was logged at 1
o'clock this morning.

It was made from the phone
box in Midsomer Worthy.

Nothing on identity?

Anonymous mail, that's all.

The man was on for less than a minute.

You can see he didn't say very much.

Simon Bartlett went to Harrington's
farm and killed him.

He also killed Susan Bartlett.

And he used the ATV to get her
body into Setwale Wood.

That makes sense.

And the motive?

Jealousy or crime of passion.

He kills his wife, and then
he kills her lover.

That's very Mediterranean, that, Troy.

I just drove up there.

James wasn't there. I turned
around and came home.

I knew that I was under suspicion
for Susan's death.

I was afraid that if I said I'd been
at Abbey Farm, you'd find out.

-Why?
-Why did you go there?

I wanted to talk to him.

If the police don't get you, I will.

You do remember saying
that, don't you?

That was, I didn't know
what I was saying.

I didn't mean it.

All right.

So you came home.

You were never at Ms.

Sullivan's at all?

No.

Why would she lie about it?

I thought, I believed it
was to protect me.

Now I'm not so sure.

What do you mean?

Well, she wasn't just
giving me an alibi.

She was giving herself one.

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-Where'd I find it?
-Where is it?

♪

Skipper!

Go on, take them.

Don't be on the file.

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The whiskey spike was valerian, stronger
than anything the lab's seen.

What about the rest?

The hair on the ATV is human.

They'll be able to match it to samples
of Susan Bartlett's hair.

So, whoever made that call is right.

That's how he moved her.

We're up against a top
barrister here, sir.

We'll have to tread carefully.

So will she.

She's up against me.

Simon Bartlett is my client.

I'd like to know precisely
why he's been arrested.

I think you're under a misapprehension
as to why you're here.

You provided Simon Bartlett
with a false

alibi for the night of James
Harrington's death.

Don't need legal advice from me to understand
the implications of that.

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You do admit he wasn't there.

I made a mistake.

Not something a distinguished lawyer
should make a mistake about.

My mistake's much dumber than that.

I believed a weak man
was something else.

I believed he wasn't still in love with
the dull, stupid woman he married.

When he told me he'd been at Harrington's,
I saw the fear.

I lied for him.

It seemed more reliable than
a marriage license.

Knowing he could have murdered James
Harrington and his own wife?

Simon couldn't kill anyone.

We have evidence that says he did.

Then look at it again.

The charges against you don't
stop at wasting police

time and conspiracy to prepare
the course of justice.

If Mr. Bartlett is a suspect,
then so are you.

I'm not some criminal you've pulled in
off the street, Chief Inspector.

I find criminals in very unexpected
places, Mrs. Sullivan.

May even be, if Mr. Bartlett isn't
a suspect, you still are.

He seems to think that you could have
killed his wife and his neighbor.

Set whale wood.

You know a lot about that.

I've wasted enough time on it.

Do you know what set whale means?

It's a plant, a valerian.

Someone here has referred to
it as the devil's herb.

Is that the same plant?

What's this all about?

In 1652, a woman was burned
as a witch, apparently

because she tried to kill her neighbor
with a devil's herb.

Witchcraft didn't kill Susan Bartlett
or James Harrington.

No, but both bodies contained
large amounts of valerian.

You were trying to stop
Harrington felling

the wood using some old
feudal laws, whatever.

Why did you need to know anything
about herbs and potions?

It interested me.

Where did you get the information?

Church records, the library.

A local historian wrote a piece about
the Bloxham family back in the 50s.

As in Jonah Bloxham?

He's a descendant.

The woman they burned as a witch
was called Mary Bloxham.

Even after the war, the villagers used to
go to his grandfather for remedies.

Old people trusted him
more than the doctor.

VATV

There couldn't have been any forensic just
sitting there on Bartlett's ATV.

Bloxham spent a morning cleaning it.

Like I see arrows in the

land of the giants.

Even so are the young children.

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You bring the car around, Troy.

There's something I better
leave the lab to look at.

What is it?

Nature's remedy, that, Troy.

It's from Bloxham for the dog bite.

You didn't take it.

I'm afraid I did.

♪

We got her early enough to save the house,
but Mr. Bloxham's touch and go.

Where is he? In here. He's not badly burned,
but he's taken in a lot of smoke.

He's unconscious.

He's got a nasty crack on the head.

He's fine, like nothing's happened.

You know, I think I know
what knocked him out.

I recognize the smell.

It's valerian.

I remember it from when I was a kid.

My dad used to say that
the gypsies used

it to, uh, to deal with
unfriendly dogs.

It doesn't stay in the system,
and it doesn't leave any

after effects, but it must have taken
a hell of a lot to do that.

♪

Ruff!

You think that's done old
enough to be legal

The way the fire spread, there must
have been something on the carpet.

They thought the paraffin
heater started

it, but the thing hadn't
been used for years.

This has been stripped.

There were lots of pictures, old
black and white photographs.

Didn't register at the time.

He didn't want me to see.

And he wasn't the only one.

When we were kids, there was hardly
a day we didn't meet.

♪

I'm letting the garden
get out of hand.

It's time I did some clearing up.

Me too, Victoria.

High time.

She's it

What's the matter?

You'll be cross.

Of course I won't.

You were before.

What is it, Jaylee?

♪

Nothing so try.

I'll try the garden.

There's no one here, sir.

All the doors are open.

Mr. Barnaby, I saw your car.

This doesn't make any sense.

But I had to say something.

Julie was looking out of her bedroom.

And well, she's very sure that she's Best
in her own words, Mrs. Fielding.

Julie.

Mrs. Harrington took her away.

And she had a shotgun
pushing in her back.

♪

Out.

Out.

Hannah, this is madness.

-Causton's right.
-The main road.

No, not the main road.

Where do you think she's going?

There's the ruins of a cottage there.

It's even marked on the map.

Left.

It's that road, left.

Go on!

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That's it.

♪

No further to run, Victoria.

You frightened me, Hannah!

You murdered my son.

You killed Susan, too.

I knew as soon as I heard
the word Valerian.

Remember how you picked
the plants with Jonah?

You'd catch rabbits and squirrels.

See how long they stayed unconscious?

Mostly they died.

Not a very nice hobby for the prettiest
girl in Midsomer Worthy.

Your parents were relieved
when you discovered boys.

♪

Poor Susan.

Wasn't there an easier way
to get rid of her?

No, despite everything,
he wouldn't leave her.

And finally you knew there'd
never be a Bartlett heir.

My God, is that it?

He didn't have the guts
to kick her out.

So you did it for him?

I put my son first.

I looked at James, a drunk, who couldn't
keep his life together because of her.

She was dangerous.

But if she delivered grandchildren?

The Bartlets have farmed
here for 500 years.

You don't let that disappear.

There's a debt to the future.

For God's sake, Hannah, even your waster
of a son could produce children.

Is that why you killed him?

I didn't want to.

He saw my car here.

He was blundering about in the
wood, drunk, I suppose.

I don't know what he was doing.

But he knew once the police came.

He phoned me.

He wanted money from me.

He wanted me to pay him to keep quiet.

But that's not all he wanted.

He wanted to rub our
noses in the dirt.

To destroy us.

It would be a good idea if you put
the gun down, Mrs. Harrington.

I'd like to go home now, Mr. Barnaby.

We're really not friends anymore.

♪

We've been friends all our
lives, Mr. Barnaby.

I wouldn't even let a dog of mine
suffer more than it had to.

Susan Bartlett had to be replaced.

By Bernadette Sullivan?

By any woman who could
provide a grandchild.

But Harrington worked it out.

He put the flowers in
Victoria's garden.

Not to say, you know, you're next.

Just, I know you did it.

But why would Bloxham frame
Simon Bartlett?

He found out what she'd done.

He wasn't part of it.

Yeah, she learned all about Valerian
from him some 40 years before.

But Bloxham was trying
to incriminate Simon

because Simon was about to
break his mother's heart.

By selling the farm?

Yeah.

The farm was everything
to Bloxham, too.

He grew up there.

And Victoria, she was
five years younger

than him, but she was
like a kid sister.

Anna said she idolized him,
and he loved her.

But he couldn't stay kids
forever, so he turned

the only time he was happy
into a private world.

And he had to protect it.

Even Simon was expendable.

Victoria didn't see it like that.

Thank you for waiting
for me, Mr. Potter.

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Locksums, don't dog!

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