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I'm going to have a little
bit of a fart.

You just leave it.

No, I will not leave it.

What do you mean, limited skills?

Now, I've won the casting final three

times in a row, and you call
my skills limited.

How dare you!

Is that any better?

Isabel.

She hit me.

Come on, Isabel.

I'll give you a lift.

She hit me, Derek.

Aren't you going to do something?

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Ah, Troy, spot of breakfast.

A morning, sir.

Actually, I'm about to
take a statement.

A woman who wants to press charges
of assault against Isabel Hewitt.

Isabel Hewitt, the Jaguar-owning
pensioner.

The very same.

Seems there was a bit of a barney at the
Midsomer Fly Fishers last night.

I'm with you.

It wasn't as if she was provoked.

I was the one who was provoked.

Mrs. Hewitt provoked you?

She told me I fished more
downstream than up.

The River Anvil is a strictly
dry, flying, upstream nymph.

Right, and where did this happen?

Outside the old fisherman.

Perhaps I should explain.

My husband, Derek, he's club secretary,
called a special meeting.

We've been finding weighted lures
caught in overhanging

branches on the river, the sort of
thing you find in gravel pits.

Anyway, he wanted to spell out the
rules, particularly to the

newcomers, like Isabel, and make
it clear that anyone caught

using such unsporting tactics would be
ejected from the club on the spot.

I see.

And, er, did anyone suggest
that Isabel was

responsible for the, um,
the weighted lures?

No.

Of course, it is odd that they've only

started to appear since
she joined the club.

And she has caught an
extraordinary number

of fish, some very big ones.

And that might have been mentioned
in front of Mrs. Hewitt.

The point is, Isabel Hewitt
assaulted me.

I have witnesses.

-Dr. Coff was there.
-He'll tell you.

And I intend to press charges.

Assault?

Outside a pub?

The woman was hysterical.

Someone had to do something.

What's going to happen next?

We're used to the endless
speeding fines

and parking tickets, but
physical assault?

It's all over the village.

That's not what we came around
here to discuss.

Melrose?

Uh, yes.

The thing is, Aunt Isabel.

We can't go on paying
off your overdraft.

You are consistently spending
more than you've got.

We're not a bottomless pit.

I'm sorry, darling.

I'm just not very good at finances.

Perhaps we could get Quentin over.

No, we will not get Quentin over.

He's got one of those
calculator things.

My question, still making a living?

No, yeah, just about.

To what do we owe the pleasure?

I'm moving back to the village.

Andrew's taking me to look at a house.

You mind keep your eye open for a Georgian
dining table, ten seater?

I've got the very one.

Thought you might.

Be in touch.

You shouldn't worry so much.

Something will turn up.

It always does.

No, it will not.

You'll have to sell the car.

You have no alternative.

Is Isabelle Ewart at home?

Isabel, I've come to say a
very belated thank you.

Leo, Leo Bantock, you and your husband
helped my business out

of a tight spot years ago when no
one else would lend me a bean.

I'm afraid I'm a little
hard-pressed at

the moment, if you wanted
a further injection.

Oh, no, it's not that.

No, I sold the business.

Did rather well, actually.

And as I was passing, I thought
I'd drop by and

let you know that your shares
are now worth a bit.

Not a huge amount, probably
20 grand or so.

20?

Not a bad return on 2,000.

Not at all bad.

How sweet of you to come and tell me.

Can I give you a drink?

Actually, I'm just off to look at
a house, and we're late already.

I'm moving back to the village.

Oh, lovely.

We'll see you again, then.

These are for you.

Oh, how gorgeous.

Rebecca, look, aren't they gorgeous?

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You're just in time.

What are we celebrating?

Getting the ghastly Rebecca
off my back.

There couldn't be a better
reason than that.

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There are some of the VE Day celebrations,
and one or two others.

Just ignore the ones of my sculptures.

I don't think they'll
be of any interest.

Oh, no, they're great.

Thank you.

So if you know of anyone else with early
photos, that would be absolutely...

She's going to kill someone
one of these days.

You should try Isabel Hewitt.

She'll have some photographs of
her triumphs at Silverstone.

Bloody hell.

I knew fishermen were
mad, but I suppose

I'll have to get a statement
from Isabel Hewitt.

Yes, I'll come with you.

We can call in on you.

Cully on the way.

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Can you stop the car a minute, John?

Why?

Yeah, just pull over.

I don't think Isabelle Hewitt
will be at home.

That's her Jaguar.

Straight six, twin cam.

Come on, sir.

You can't tell that from here.

Carry on.

She insisted on pressing charges.

Nothing I could say would
change her mind.

I've never seen my wife so willful.

Still, I bet there's a few
people who won't be

sorry to see Isabel Hewitt
get her comeuppance.

Keith, the renewal for the lease of
the fishing rights is coming up.

You know what a stickler Sir
Harry is for correct form.

They admit some of the fly fishers are
still using weighted lures on river.

Old Sir Harry won't be too pleased.

I don't think Sir Harry's
interested in malicious

gossip from a sacked keeper
with a criminal record.

Easy now.

When you want to try and get
that wife of yours to stop

having cat fights outside pub, whole
village knows about that one.

Certainly won't do reputation
of fly fishers much good.

Ah, Leo.

Hello, Derek.

Keith.

So it's true, then.

You are moving back to the village?

Pint, please.

Yep, sold the business.

I've been looking at the old
manor house this morning.

You have done pretty
well for yourself.

Better at business than he
is with women, then.

Oh, dear.

Think I hit a nerve there.

Forget I said anything.

I'm surprised you come up with
a comment like that, Keith.

After that business I heard about
your wife and Duncan Gough.

What business?

What a nice surprise.

Is that it?

Those are the photos I've got so far.

I see.

Go ahead.

Mum's coming out later.

Oh, good.

I didn't know libraries
were your thing.

I kind of got talked into it.

I'm setting up the exhibition
in the hall tomorrow.

So what brings you to Malham Bridge?

Oh, you know,-the-mill stuff, interviewing
an old-age pensioner for assault.

Isabel Hewitt?

Well, you won't catch her at home.

She's roared through
here in her Jaguar.

Apparently, she likes to practice her
skid control at the old airfield.

What?

Is your dad ever wrong?

Okay.

What is it?

I'm going to ask you a question,
and I'll know if you lie to me.

So think very carefully
before you reply.

Sorry.

What the hell?

Can I help you?

It's all right, Quentin.

It's the Rozzers.

Hello, Tom.

Have you come to arrest me?

I'm not sure yet.

No Sergeant Troy?

No, we haven't met.

Hello, Sergeant.

This is Quentin Roker, my friend.

How do you do?

What's this about?

I rather think it's in
connection with my

alleged assault on Margaret
Seagrove last night.

Assault? Yes, it's all
complete nonsense.

The woman was hysterical.

We need to ask you a few questions.

Oh, don't worry.

We have no secrets, Quentin and I.

Don't you think you should
have a solicitor?

No.

No, Tom's not going to do anything
sneaky, are you, Tom?

Oh, will you join us?

I think we have a couple
of spare glasses.

Uh, no, thanks.

Thank you all the same.

Oh, of course.

Of course.

So what exactly happened outside
the pub last night?

Well, you know, it was
quite extraordinary.

We've all heard the expression
foaming at

the mouth, but I've never
actually witnessed it.

So you just slept her across the face?

Yes.

Well, we none of us wanted
her bursting

a blood vessel, though I can't

deny there was a little thrill of pleasure
when I actually made contact.

Well, you've met her.

But that wasn't the motive.

And that's what you detectives
care about, don't you?

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I've got to go and see
old Charlie Fuller.

Painkillers aren't strong
enough, apparently.

And then there's Mrs. Anscombe.

So don't bother about supper.

I'll pick up a sandwich. Well, make
sure you eat something, Duncan.

Don't wait up.

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Would you want me to move out?

You said it was over, didn't you?

It was over three years ago.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry Ruthie.

I don't blame you not with your
delicate mental health

Because nobody in their right mind could
have gone with that old brat

Vein incompetent quack

I don't blame you.

Leo.

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Of course, I'll have
to make a detailed

examination, but it looks
as though the cause of

death in each case was from a powerful
blow to the back of the head.

Mistake must have been taken
from the tree planting.

Which suggests it wasn't premeditated.

Exactly.

Seen this?

Looks like his cause of death
is pretty similar.

I'm just saying.

I had my line caught in the tree.

I was looking up, trying
to pull it free.

Just fell over them.

And you didn't see them
earlier on the river?

They were further upstream.

So the last time you saw them was at

the meeting at the old
fisherman pub, yeah?

That's right.

Well, Duncan, I saw Isabel
just yesterday morning.

Took a chap called Leo
Bantock round to

her house before going
on to see a property.

Leo Bantock, who's he?

Businessman.

He knew the Hewitts a few years ago.

Wanted to tell Isabel about
some shares she

had that had gone up in
value, 20,000 pounds.

Got his number?

It's in my briefcase.

He's looking at another house tomorrow
morning, the old mill.

Perhaps we could see him there.

Fine.

What time are you meeting?

Midday.

-That'll be very useful.
-Thank you.

Will you excuse us?

I found him fishing further
upstream, sir.

And you are?

Derek Seagrove, club secretary.

What's happened here?

Seagrove?

Margaret Seagrove's husband?

Yes.

DSI Barnaby, this is Detective
Sergeant Troy.

Mrs. Hewitt and Dr. Goff are dead.

Oh, my god.

I saw them both fishing, just an hour

and a half ago, 100 yards upstream.

That would have been 10 o'clock.

Yes, I suppose it was, yes.

Is it murder?

No question.

Did you see anyone else fishing
on the river this morning?

No, it was just the four of us.

You didn't see anyone?

No.

Not today.

Look, I don't know if
it's relevant, but

we've had a problem with
poachers of late.

I saw one a couple of weeks ago across

the meadows, camouflage
gear, did a runner.

What we've got to do first is to establish
whether they were murdered

together and for the same reason, or
whether one of them just happened

on the murder scene and was killed to
protect the identity of the killer.

In which case, we need to know which
one of them was the real target.

There's no way the two of them
could have had a thing going.

No.

I know they were getting on a bit, but
you never know with these wrinklies.

Maybe Quentin got jealous and
decided to do him in.

He's weird, that bloke.

Is there any family who could
come and be here with you?

Mrs. Gough?

Uh, there's my daughter
in, in Causton.

How am I going to tell them?

Oh, Duncan, Izzy.

How well did you know Mrs. Hewitt?

We were at school together.

Isabel Hewitt and Dr.
Goff, they just did.

Why would anyone want to kill them?

Isabel, who knows?

But Dr. Goff?

Probably one jealous husband too many.

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Do you feel up to answering a
few questions, Mr. Plunkett?

Go ahead.

Uh, I have to ask you this.

Who benefits from your aunt's will?

He, he, he.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's just.

My Aunt Isabel had nothing to leave.

When Kenneth died a few years
ago, her husband, we

discovered he'd had a little trouble
with the stock market.

There was nothing.

We helped out by buying the
house and contents on the

understanding that she could stay there
for the rest of her natural life.

It gave her a bit of capital.

It was all above board, solicitors,
written contract.

What happened to the capital?

I wanted her to buy an annuity,
but she wouldn't have it.

She spent it, all of it.

We've been bailing her out
for the last year.

And the 20,000 in shares?

You heard about that?

Well, it means she dies solvent,
but only just.

A big chunk of that money will
be going on settling bills.

Isabel had no comprehension
of economy.

As you can see, we don't exactly
live like lords.

It severely stretched us, letting
her live in that house.

And we've had to scrimp to get by.

Isabel, of course, continued
to live the high life.

I don't think it was quite like that.

I'm sorry, it was.

I know she's family, and you
feel you have to be loyal.

But the truth is, Isabel was
a very manipulative woman.

Men ran around after her, and
she did nothing in return.

Which men ran around after her?

My husband for one, and Quentin
Roker for another.

Her antique dealer playmate.

God knows what was going on there.

Quentin runs the antique
shop near Isabel's.

He often helps her out.

Wheeling his way into her confidence
with the finances.

Quentin paid the odd bill for
her at the post office.

That is all. Out of the
goodness of his heart?

Yes, I think it probably was.

Anyway, to answer your question, I
am the person who will benefit

financially from Isabel's death, in that
I now have possession of my assets.

Plunkett's had the strongest motive.

The house, the land, it's got to
be worth a million or two.

They're in the hands of a builder.

Yeah, but if they had planned it, they

don't know when they were
top of the list.

Now, I'm more interested
in the windfall,

20,000 coming just the day
before the murder.

Seems a bit more than a coincidence,
that, doesn't it?

Well, whatever.

Quentin Roker, it's got
to be worth a look.

-I...
-thought you should know.

I'm sorry.

Something terrible's happened.

Duncan and Isabel had been murdered.

Andrew Turner found their
bodies by the river.

When did it happen?

Oh, but between 10 and
11 this morning.

Thank God for that.

Well, you were here with me.

Am I a suspect?

We don't have any particular
suspects at this stage.

But I'd like you to tell me, please,

where you were between 10
and 11 this morning.

I was doing housework.

And you were here all morning?

This is because of me and Isabel
falling out, isn't it?

That's why you're talking to me.

We're talking to everyone,
Mrs. Seagrove.

Can you tell us what you
know about Dr. Goff?

Did he have any enemies at the
club that you were aware of?

Not really.

I'd say he was generally liked.

And Isabel, did she have any enemies?

Besides me, you mean?

Oh.

I did not kill her or Dr. Goff.

I may have disliked Isabel, but
I could never murder her.

My condolences about Isabel.

I suppose, as her closest relative,
Melrose will be getting the house.

Perhaps you'll be moving in?

We already own the house and
have done for years.

Isabel didn't have a bean.

And it could be a confrontation with
a poacher that got out of hand.

Then there's Margaret Seagrove, who
we know fell out with Isabel.

We haven't even got to Quentin Roker,
a gay antiques dealer toy boy.

Wait, could we keep a bit of
an open mind on this one?

The village has lost quite
a character in Isabel.

What about the doctor?

Was he well-liked?

I suppose so.

Poor wife.

She was obviously devastated.

It's the bereaved partners
that really gets here.

Yeah.

There's something about elderly
people, being bereaved, when

they've, you know, been in love for
a lifetime, suddenly all alone.

You've not heard about his
womanizing men, Dr. Goff?

Serial, apparently.

The night before the murders, he
was seen climbing a ladder to

an upstairs window of his own house
at 1 o'clock in the morning.

Word is his wife locked him out.

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I'll give you 6.50.

You'll give me the full asking price.

In fact, no, I won't accept it.

I'm putting an embargo on all ill-dressed,
bad-mannered people.

My furniture deserves more.

Don't come back.

Bloody right, I won't come back.

Thank you.

They can get to you after a while.

To be honest, I'm finding it all a
bit hard to come to terms with.

Have you managed to make
any sense of it yet?

I'd like to ask you some
questions, if I may.

When did you last see Mrs. Hewitt?

It was just before she went fishing.

I went round to breakfast.

I live above the shop here,
and I often go to.

I used to go to Isabelle's
for breakfast.

I'd pick up milk and
a paper on the way.

It was a bit of a routine.

Do you have any idea who might have
killed Mrs. Hewitt or Dr. Goff?

Have you spoken to Isabelle's nephew
and that ghastly wife of his?

We've spoken to the Plunketts, yes.

Then you know all about the arrangements
with Isabelle's house.

We know the Plunketts own it.

The whole thing was a disgrace.

They didn't mention how much
they'd paid for it?

No, well, I suppose they wouldn't.

It was just after Isabel's
husband, Kenneth, died.

Isabel was out of her mind with grief.

And they persuaded her she
had to sell it to them.

Rushed it through, paid virtually
nothing for it.

The furniture alone was worth
twice what they paid.

They were letting her live
there till she died.

Yes, but at the time, that didn't look
as if it would be for very long.

I'd say they were looking
for a quick return.

-Why?
-Was she unwell at the time?

She'd lost the will to live.

She was fading away in
front of our eyes.

And then the pneumonia.

Duncan thought it was just
a matter of days.

So what happened?

I suggested a spin in the Jaguar.

That's all it was.

Frankly, I saw it more
as a farewell to the

other great love of her
life, besides Kenneth.

It was the first time I'd
driven the thing.

We'd just got up to the wood
by Mallon Cross, and she.

She said I was driving like an Edwardian
governess and she'd take over.

And she did.

And that was it?

Pretty much.

Duncan persuaded her to take
up fly fishing again.

She hadn't done it since
she was a girl.

She loved it.

She got fitter, stronger.

The sparkle returned.

She could have gone on for years.

But somehow, I don't think the Plunkett's
approved of her new lease of life.

Were you due to get anything
in the will?

I doubt it.

Isabel Scarcely had two
beans to rub together.

We have to ask you this.

Where was I yesterday morning
between 10 and 11?

Well, I was here, apart from a 10
minute walk to the village shop.

Little after 10, I would
think, they'd remember.

Inspector, there was a lot of resentment
in this village toward Isabel.

I think somehow she reminded
them of everything

they were not, and they didn't
like it very much.

Thanks for your time.

Goodbye.

He should be here shortly.

He's obviously worth a few
bob, this Leo Bantock.

Oh, I think so.

Come on, come on!

That's enough, that's enough,
that's enough.

Listen, come on, listen.

Now, what's all this about?

I'm waiting.

He's the murderer.

You're pathetic.

She chose me, not you.

That's what this is about.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey!

-Come on.
-Dig him up, Troy.

-Just walk him away.
-You, come on.

Leo, you all right?

You're Leo Bantock, are you?

What of it?

Right.

Who was that fellow, the one you
accused of being a murderer?

Keith Scully, the local restaurateur.

I'm sorry, I'm.

What made you believe
he's the murderer?

So stupid.

But I told him his wife had had
an affair with Dr. Goff.

And you believe he killed
Dr. Goff in revenge?

I told him only the day
before the murders.

Bit of a coincidence, don't you think?

And what did he mean when he said
she chose him and not you?

That's nothing to do with it.

I used to go out with Ruth,
the woman he married.

But that was years ago.

It's nothing. It's nothing
to do with this.

OK.

Where can I find you?

I'm staying at the pub.

Right.

And please, stay away from
Mr Scholey, all right?

He says he was nowhere near the river
at the time of the murders.

I was in the restaurant with my
wife, and she can back me up.

Did you confront your wife about the

affair Leo Bantock said she'd
had with Dr. Goff?

She said it was over years
ago, and I believe her.

Did you confront Dr. Goff about it?

I went round to his house,
but he wasn't in.

I told his wife.

You told his wife?

And how did Mrs. Goff react to it?

Well, she was upset.

Which is what you wanted.

Yes, I was with Keith.

When did you arrive at the restaurant,
and when did you leave?

I got there at 10, and I
helped in the kitchen.

We did lunch, and I suppose
I left about 3.

Keith stayed on.

Right.

The affair you had with Dr. Goff.

It ended three years ago, and
it was never serious.

Duncan was...

He was just a very nice man,
and it was a mistake.

What about your relationship
with Leo Bantock?

That has, that happened years ago,
before I even married Keith.

It's got nothing to do with this.

Your husband seems to think
that Leo resents

the fact that you married
Keith and not him.

It all happened a lifetime ago.

You have to sell all this.

Well, I've got no use for it.

You can put the house on the market
straight after the funeral.

You don't have to think about
the arrangements.

Drinks after the service.

Ah, nobody expect more than a glass.

Crate of wine, no more.

Case.

What?

It's a case of wine, a crate of beer.

Whatever.

She'll get 12 bottles and be grateful.

Family only.

That's final.

Mum, don't you think some of Dad's old friends
and patients would like to come?

Pay their respects.

I will not have a procession of his
old flames filing past the grave.

I will not.

Good afternoon.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Troy.

Are you Mrs. Goff's daughter?

Yes.

Is your mother at home?

Yes.

Come in.

Thank you.

Mum, it's the police.

Uh, is this a bad time?

No, not at all.

I'd like to speak to your mother
alone, please, if I may.

Thank you.

Mrs. Gough, we've learned that
Mr. Keith Scholey came around

here to speak to you on the night
before your husband's murder.

What he told me was no surprise.

Oh, you knew about the affair?

Not that one specifically,
but my husband had always

had something of a wandering
eye, and I tolerated it.

We've also learned that later
on that same night, your

husband was seen climbing into the
house through an upstairs window.

He'd forgotten his keys, and
he didn't want to wake me.

If you think I locked
him out, I didn't.

Mrs. Goff, I couldn't help noticing
the Vegetarian Society magazine.

Are you a member?

-Yes.
-Why?

Just curious.

I know your husband was a keen fisherman
and did a bit of shooting.

We had a-let-live household.

You didn't eat the trout
he caught, then?

Fish may not be the cleverest
of God's creatures, but

I think to class them as vegetables
is a little unkind.

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How goes this?

What do you think?

Oh, it's looking good.

There's one major gap I
haven't filled yet.

Isabel Hewitt's obituary.

Quite a woman.

Demon racer, society hostess.

Apparently, there's quite a collection
of photographs up at the house.

Be a pity if we couldn't
include some of them.

We'll ask Melrose.

He'll help you out.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

I heard something else
about Dr. Goff today.

Keith Scully's mother died
of cancer last year.

Apparently, Keith blamed him.

Said his mother would have survived
if he'd diagnosed it sooner.

He made official complaints,
and they came to nothing.

Keith said it was a cover-up.

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Derek, you come in the pub?

Derek you coming to the pub?

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I don't know why you're being so
ridiculous about all this.

After everything Isabel did,
the way she behaved...

Who are these people?

Bit of a turn out there.

Isn't that our politician?

Yes.

Disgraced former minister
and with mistress.

That one's an actress, isn't she?

Oh, what's her name?

I don't know.

Poor old Quentin.

Did you find anything on him?

It seems he's managed to keep
his record clean, sir.

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Yes, it was a lovely
service, wasn't it?

It was. Thanks very much. Would
you excuse me, madam?

May I offer my sincerest condolences,
Peregrine Slade?

We thought we'd keep
the service simple.

Hadn't really planned
on this many people.

Yes, yes, I can see.

Would it be terribly forward of me to

contribute a little something
to Isabel's sending off?

I have a couple of bottles of her
favorite bubbly in the car.

Fine.

And I've brought Hastings with me.

He's very keen to help out.

Aren't you, Hastings?

Right.

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Oh, try the kitchen, Hastings.

It's straight through the back.

Well, Sunday, old chap, give
us a hand, would you?

It's awfully good for you.

Dixie, I was so sorry to hear.

Beatrice.

You must be devastated.

Sounds like a bit of a party, sir.

Have you heard she didn't
even own her own house?

No.

Not even a stick of furniture.

And all those heirs of the races.

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♪

-s-sorry.

Oh, that's good.

You local?

Oh, Chelsea.

Oh, that's a gun down.

I wouldn't be here at all
if it wasn't for Izzy.

Really?

Oh, yeah. Back in the 60s,
she was my best customer.

I went for a bad patch for a while, the
old cash flow, and Izzy kept me going.

In fact, she upped her regular order of
lobsters just to keep me in business.

-Great lady.
-Love the oysters.

This is just so...

isn't it?

Thank you.

Please.

Your Lordships, ladies and gentlemen,

honourable members...

Not such honourable members.

LAUGHTER Sorry, John.

It's, um...

It's a very sad day for us all.

We're going to miss dear
Isabel rather badly.

It's certainly my regret that I didn't

see more of her during
the last few years.

I remember telling her how
moving out into the

country amongst all the inbreds
and hayseeds...

..how she'd lose touch with her city mates,
and indeed, I was proved right.

But we can see today how her old
friends did not forget Isabel.

Now, she may have come to somewhat
of a sticky end, but

it should not stop us from celebrating
a well-lived life.

One that I think few of us
could hope to match.

To Izzy and her talent for life.

To Izzy!

I'm so sorry.

Now you know why Bertie
was such a bargain.

I'm sure it's only something minor.

You mean nothing fell off this time.

Listen, thanks, Mum. I really
do appreciate this.

You're a lifesaver.

Well, the man from the garage
said he'd be at

least two hours, and I've got
to start doing these up.

Have you got enough for a
good show, do you think?

I hope so.

I've still got a few more promised.

I think people have been coming for the
gossip as much as anything else.

About the murders?

Loads of theories, most
of them ridiculous.

Well, I'm sure Tom will
sort it all out.

With Gavin's help.

I'm supposed to see you here, ain't I?

Don't, of course I see you.

I suggest you leave as
quickly as possible.

Excuse me.

I think perhaps we should circulate.

Something crosses my mind.

Oh, you decided to come.

Derek, I found another weighted lure.

This time in the three
willows stretch.

You've been at the river.

Isn't that where you were last night when
you thought someone was watching you?

Yes. And didn't you fish that
stretch last night?

I'm sorry, I'm not quite with you.

What if someone is deliberately planting
weighted lures so as to make

the Midsomer flyfishes look like a bunch
of unsporting gravel pitters?

Someone who resents being sacked.

Someone who's hoping Sir Harry will spot
the lures when he walks the river.

Oh, God.

Oh, look.

So sweet.

The children look lovely
in those huge bonnets.

It's so serious.

Good reason.

They're in the workhouse.

Most of them will probably
never reach adulthood.

Well, this one looks cheery.

What are they celebrating?

The end of the First World War.

Do you know, Malinbridge lost 15 men,
three from one family alone.

Mrs. Cooper gave me this one.

She said she still remembers
her grandmother weeping

the day that would have been
her brother's birthday.

Darling, are you sure this
isn't getting to you?

What?

It's other people's stories,
not yours.

You mustn't let it affect
you too much.

That's exactly what you say to Dad.

And you are just like him.

It's James Tapsall.

Got to be.

He wants us to lose the lease
out of sheer spite.

I'm walking the river with
Sir Harry the day after

tomorrow, so we're going to have
to keep a-the-clock watch.

Catch Tapsall at it.

Can I count on you?

I think you're more likely
Isabel was the target.

When did you last see Isabel?

I spoke to her by phone the night
before she was killed.

She just had the most terrible
row with a mutual friend.

If you want to hear who, Chief Inspector,
you'll have to refer my glass.

You'd been partners in the antique
shop a while then.

Taught him everything he knows.

He was running a bistro
when I first met him.

I had an antique store, Portobello
Road, seven years.

He was obviously very close to Isabel.

Can we have a refill here, please?

It was Dixie.

She just found out Duncan had been carrying
on with some local woman.

And Isabel, never very big on tact,
told her a few home truths.

But Dixie, she knew about her husband's
affairs, didn't she?

Apparently not.

I wouldn't read too much
into it, though.

They often had flare-ups.

It went back a long way.

Isabel went off traveling around the world
with her glamorous diplomat husband.

Dixie stayed in the village, sculpting
labradors, being a doctor's wife.

But she resented her.

Isabel could be quite mischievous.

She liked to tease Dixie.

Anything from her Morris Minor
to her vegetarianism.

Dixie has never had any sense of
humor about animal welfare.

She used to fall out with
Duncan about it as well.

Excuse me.

Of course.

It's Beatrice, isn't it?

Isabel told me all about you.

I'm Quentin.

Oh, you're the poodle.

Of course, Isabel loved poodles.

Anyway, it's lovely to meet you.

I know you did so much for her.

Excuse me?

Who's there?

I've just been hearing one or
two things about Quentin.

It seems Quentin made a bit of a habit
of befriending elderly ladies.

I've just been talking to
his old partner Steve.

When Steve first met him, Quentin had
just inherited several thousand

pounds from a woman who was a customer
at his bistro in Notting Hill.

How did she die?

I'll have to check that out, but
the point is Steve reckons

Quentin was expecting to make a
few bold from Isabel as well.

I designed the furniture
in particular...

You shouldn't listen to a word
that little rat says.

Steve was poison.

He's been creaming off
the profits from the

shop, and that is why Quentin
had to get rid of him.

The truth is, Quentin saved
Isabelle's life.

When Kenneth died, Isabelle completely
lost the will to live.

I was her oldest friend,
but I could do nothing.

But then Quentin nursed her
when she had pneumonia.

He cheered her up.

He made her laugh.

Without him, I think she would
have just faded away.

Quentin was very kind to Isabel.

Is that Isabel?

Yes, with Kenneth.

And that was me, believe it or not.

Mrs. Gough, very glad to
have found you here.

I wanted to ask you about
the argument you

had with Isabel the night
before she was killed.

How did you find out about that?

You did have an argument with Isabel
that night, didn't you?

I'm afraid I was not entirely
truthful when I told

you that I had always known
about Duncan's affairs.

It's not true!

Just thought you should know.

Liar!

I wanted to see if Isabelle
knew anything.

I know Duncan.

He would never do such a thing.

You don't think it's possible, do you?

I'm sorry.

You're saying you had no idea
about Duncan's affairs?

Affairs?

How many affairs?

Oh God!

I'm sorry.

I just assumed you knew.

We all did.

Are you saying that I've
been an object of

public ridicule and pity for
my entire married life?

Well, darling, if you will marry
a man ten years your

junior, I mean, really, I don't
know what you expected.

You have affairs with younger men.

You don't marry them.

But we did marry.

for love.

At least I thought we had.

♪

Is it true you're moving
back to the village?

I was intending to.

I'm not sure it's the right
thing to do anymore.

All this has shown there's
a lot of history here.

I thought I could leave it
in the past, move on.

No, I'm beginning to think maybe
I should stay in London.

Not that I want to.

There's nothing for me there.

Don't stay alone

I'd prefer it if you didn't
talk to my wife.

You're lucky I don't do you
for assault and slander.

I still think you did it.

You watch your mouth.

If you two are going to
start hitting each

other again, do you think
you could do it outside?

My good lady wife backs up my alibi.

Didn't they tell you?

What, you bullied her
into lying for you?

You be careful.

Look, if you two can't be
civil to each other

under the same roof, one
of you should leave.

Well, I'm not going anywhere.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Not Keith Scholey's biggest
fan, is he?

You just missed a bit of a scene
there, Chief Inspector.

May I have a word with you?

I'm still here.

And you can't get the chairs.

Oh yes.

Still moving back then?

Have you seen they've already put the
for sale sign outside Isabelle's?

Well why hang about?

It's what they've been waiting for.

Are you thinking of saving the
place from the developers?

Leo, what did you mean yesterday
when you said

that Keith had bullied Ruth
into lying for him?

Oh, I was just being bloody minded.

It's just that I couldn't accept
Keith wasn't involved.

But what did you mean exactly?

It was just, well, Ruth had
apparently said she was

with Keith in the restaurant
at the time of the murders.

It's his alibi.

In the restaurant?

That's right.

Why?

nothing

anyway I've got to go

Troy, the old lady that
Quentin inherited the

money from, she died of cancer.

I still think he's dodgy.

I spoke to the home beat officer
at Notting Hill myself.

He remembers Quentin Rogack.

Says he's straight as a die.

Good morning.

What can I do for you?

A few more questions, I'm
afraid, Mr. Roker.

Far away.

When you lived in Notting
Hill, we understand you

inherited a substantial
amount from an elderly

woman you'd befriended, a Mrs.
Glenn Denning, is that right?

I think I can guess where
you got this from.

Is it true?

What are you suggesting?

Just answer the question, please.

Yes, she left me some money.

I liked the woman.

We'd been friends for some time
before she became ill.

It was cancer, by the way.

It's not an easy one to fake.

We know how she died.

But you think I was tempted
to speed up

the process in Isabel's
case, is that it?

If I was going to befriend
elderly women to get them

to leave me their money,
don't you think I could

have picked somebody a little
bit better off than Isabel?

Are you still on for tonight?

I'll pick you up at nine.

Gwen, do you remember
on the day of the

murders, mid-morning, seeing
me at the village shop?

Yes.

Do you remember what time it was?

about a quarter past ten.

yes that's what I thought.

yes.

Sorry, that was all.

Thank you.

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♪

What do you think you're doing?

Oh, wow.

Come on.

Well, that was very stupid, wasn't it?

Double murder a few days ago, and you
go down there in the dead of night.

I'm sure it was James Tapsell,
our old gamekeeper.

We had to sack him when he
sold some trout he'd

taken from the river to a
fishmonger in Causton.

Now he's trying to turn Sir Harry
against us, out of spite.

But it was him, I'm sure of it.

May or may not have been James Tapsell
who was at the river last night.

But if it was, you were lucky to get
away with grazes and a bloody nose.

Exactly.

He can be violent.

What if Isabelle and Duncan had
surprised him on the river?

James Tapsell is one person who does
have a solid alibi for the murders.

He was working in the
cellar of the old

fisherman with the landlord
all that morning.

Yes, well, I don't know about that.

Thing is, I caught him a-goodin'.

So whoever it was, I wouldn't
be surprised

if he didn't have a black
eye this morning.

Mr. Roker?

Thank you for coming in.

I didn't mention.

When I told you I'd gone
over to the shop that

morning, the morning of
the murders, that I'd

knocked on the door of Keith's
restaurant on the way,

Keith had asked me to look out
for some paintings for

him, and I wanted to tell him
about one that I'd found.

Anyway, the thing is,
there was no reply.

And you didn't think this
worth mentioning before?

Well, there was no one there, so I don't
think it contributed to any alibi.

I suppose I just didn't
think it was relevant.

You think it's relevant now?

Well, now that I know that
Keith Scully said he

had been there at the time,
10.15, well, look,

I don't know if any of this
is of any importance.

I just thought I'd better tell you.

I'm not sure where he is.

Is it important?

It could be.

When did you last see your husband?

Last night.

He stayed out.

Does he often stay out at night?

Well, I think he was making a point.

We'd had a bit of a row.

He sometimes sleeps on the sofa in the restaurant
office, if we've had words.

That's Scully's car, isn't it?

Mr. Scully?

Hello?

Bloody hell.

30 quid for half a lobster?

Well, the muscles aren't bad.

A fiver.

♪

This is silly.

In the middle of cutting up
the vegetables, he stops.

For some reason.

♪

There's no obvious cause of death.

It's probably asphyxiation or exposure
to the cold of the fridge.

Yeah, as soon as you can.

Thanks.

So someone deliberately shut him in.

What I don't understand is why he
didn't open it from the inside.

Standard safety features on
these walk-in fridges.

It's rock solid

Oh look, it's been wedged with a nail.

Poor sod.

Thought he'd try calling for help.

Dropped his phone.

Why didn't the murderer just close
the door and put the padlock on?

Why bother wedging the boat?

If you'd wedged the safety boat
beforehand, then once the

door was shut, it would be effectively
locked from the inside.

Whereas if you had to put the padlock
on, it could have taken vital

seconds, in which time poor old Keith
could have pushed the door open.

The murderer wouldn't have wanted
Keith to know their identity.

He could have written it
on the wall inside.

Smeared it with something, perhaps.

Yeah, well, get Sokka to check that.

So whoever it was would have waited
outside the kitchen, heard Keith

open the fridge door, run in, swung it
shut, and that would have been it?

Apart from turning the light out.

Well, Scotty wouldn't have gone into
the fridge with the light off.

Nasty touch, that, wasn't it?

Not enough he should die,
had to be in the dark.

It's okay.

I'm sorry.

♪

As far as I knew, I mean,
the door was fine.

And you've no idea when or
how the bolt was jammed?

No, no.

You got the phone?

Does this belong to the restaurant?

-Yeah.
-Why?
-Why, where did you find it?

In the fridge.

You seem surprised.

No.

No, it's just, well, it's
normally kept over

there by the, um, cash till.

When you spoke to us earlier, you said
that you'd had a row with Keith.

It was just nothing, really.

It was nothing.

Mrs. Scully, your husband's
been murdered.

You had a row with him
a short time before.

Now, you've got to tell us exactly
what the argument was about.

He said I was being

disloyal, but I

wasn't, I wasn't, I was thinking
about both of us.

You see, I was, I wasn't sure about
the timings of the alibi.

Keith said I joined him at
the restaurant about 10.

And, um, well, I thought it could
have been a bit later.

How much later?

Well, anything up to half an hour.

But I'm not sure.

I'm not, I'm not saying I thought
he was the murderer.

I didn't think that for a moment.

I just, I was concerned that someone
might have seen me coming

into the restaurant later, looking as
though I'd lied about the timing.

That's all it was.

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♪

♪

♪

Ah, I, uh, I thought I'd
better drop these off.

Duncan left them at the clubhouse.

♪

♪

It's Keith Scully.

He's been murdered?

♪

Thank you. Thank you for
your help, Mr. Scully.

I understand how hard it can be.

Leo Bantok appears again.

Excuse me.

Oh, great.

Can you deal with him?

I'd like to have another
look at this fridge.

Sergeant.

Ruth.

I'm so sorry.

I don't feel anything.

Bruce

I made the wrong choice,
marrying Keith.

Why did we break up?

It's all a mess now.

If I can do anything.

I'm glad you're here, Leo.

Just give me some time, please.

There he is.

I told you.

Can I have a word, please, James?

♪

♪

♪

We're satisfied you have a solid
alibi for the murders.

And between you and me, I'm not too interested
in doing you for assault.

But we could waste a lot of
valuable time trying to

track down the person who's been
lurking around the river.

Now, if you tell me, off
the record, that you

were at the river last night,
saves a lot of time.

I don't think you should be
looking for anyone else.

Okay.

Well, thank you.

Topsail's our man in
the camo gear, sir.

But it's all to do with
fishing club stuff.

I double-checked his alibis for the

murders, and the landlord's
wife backed him up.

How we doing here?

We have a dead chief suspect.

We know that Keith Scully had two very
solid motives for killing Dr. Goff.

And he persuaded his wife to give him
an alibi, which she says was false.

So it looks as though he wasn't where

he said he was at the
time of the murders.

Enough there to charge him.

But if you're going to kill
someone in a kitchen

full of sharp knives, why
go to the trouble of

wedging the safety mechanism
of the walk-in fridge?

Why not just stab him?

-I think so.
-I think so.

-Why?
-Why the walk-in fridge, huh?

Do you think the phone's significant?

How?

Ruth Scully was surprised we
found it in the fridge.

She said he normally left
it by the till.

I'll try something.

I've got a signal. Could you
swing the door, too, sir?

There was no signal.

And now there is again.

The phone signals are being
blocked by the door.

Well, there's lead in the door, sir.

Well, maybe that's it.

What if, hang on, what
if Keith Scully was

the murderer and he knew
we were onto him?

And he was getting nervous because
his wife was suspicious,

which we know she was because that's
what the row was about.

And he wanted to do something
to throw us off the scent.

He set up a faked attempt on his
own life, but he cocked it up.

Keith wanted to make it look as if the

murderer had tried to lock
him in the fridge.

That's why he jammed the safety bolt.

He couldn't do it any other way.

He could hardly put the padlock
on from the inside.

I think he planned to save himself
by phoning for help from inside.

He did a trial run with the door
open and got a dialing tone.

But what he didn't realise
was that when

the door was closed, there'd
be no reception.

Because of the lead in the door.

Yeah, but surely he'd
test his phone with

the door shut if his life
depended on it.

Maybe it didn't occur to him.

Well, he'd have to be very stupid not
to double-check that, wouldn't he?

Well, there's nothing to say that murderers
have to be members of Mensa, sir.

Well, there is a certain surreal
logic to that, yeah.

So you think it's possible?

Yes, I do

We just had to get the reports
from forensics and pathology.

But it looks like it could
be case closed.

Fantastic.

Well done, Gavin.

I'd like to have been a fly
on the wall when he

realized he wasn't getting
a signal on his phone.

Must have felt a bit of a twit.

Poor man.

In a walk-in fridge.

He was a murderer, Mum.

Still.

-Right.
-Same again, everyone.

Troy?

Oh, no more for me, thanks.

-I'm driving.
-I'll drive.

Come on. You deserve it. It's
a good day's work, that.

And in the dark as well.

So Isabel Hewitt died just because she

was in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

That's right.

Just after a windfall, too.

Have you heard?

She didn't even own her own house.

Not even a stick of furniture.

Wheedling his way into her confidence
with the finances.

Quentin paid the odd bill for
her at the post office.

That is all.

Same again?

Same again?

Ah, yeah.

Yes, yes, please.

Thank you.

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep,
Beep, Beep Sorry.

Mrs. Scurley, it's Tom Barnaby.

Yes.

You know you told us you were unsure

about the reliability of
your husband's alibi.

Did you mention your concern
to anyone else?

You see, it was the phone.

That was the clincher.

Your governor's just nipped
up for a second.

He asked me to bring these over.

Said he'd see you at the exhibition.

Thank you.

Mrs. Blunkett, who's
your husband about?

He's in the sitting room.

Thank you.

Front door's open.

May I come in?

Yes, of course.

I was hoping you'd be here.

Quentin's giving me a hand with the
furniture, valuing and so on.

Do you know where Isabel's
share certificate is?

I think so.

Could you show me?

Yes.

It's odd.

The key's usually kept...

Just must have forgotten
to put it back.

This is the sheriff's
certificate here.

Can I have a look at those, please?

Is this the formal agreement between
yourself and Isabel for

the transfer of the ownership to
you of the house and furniture?

Yes, it is.

Melrose, the Jaguar man's here.

I'm sorry. Would you
excuse me a moment?

Oh, dear, one thing.

Your agreement with Isabel about the

house, was that common knowledge
in the village?

Not as far as I know.

She was a proud woman.

She asked us not to mention
it to anyone.

Thank you.

♪

Oh, don't worry.

There are no secrets between
Quentin and me.

♪

♪

I finished upstairs.

I think you ought to
take a look at the.

Mr. Barnaby.

Have you seen Melrose?

You jammed the safety
mechanism so that

it wasn't noticeable from the outside.

And then you just picked your moment.

I'm sorry.

You ran a bistro in London, Quentin.

You'd know all about walk-in fridges.

You'd know about lead linings.

As you shut the door, you
threw the phone in.

But you made a mistake.

You shouldn't have switched the
light off in the fridge.

Keith wouldn't want to dial
a number in the dark.

Not if his life depended on it.

You're saying that I murdered
Keith Scully?

Yes.

Just spoken to Ruth.

She told me how she explained to
you in the garden at Isabel's

that she was worried about the timings
in her husband's alibi.

Do you remember that?

Yes, you suggested to
her that she think

about it for a day or two
before telling us.

So what's that mean?

Do you know, for a moment there, I thought
you killed Keith out of revenge?

Because you thought he'd killed
Isabel and Duncan.

But then I realized it wasn't revenge.

Keith was just a decoy.

We were getting a bit too
close for comfort.

Asking questions about your past.

And you thought the best way
to get it off your back was

to convince us that someone else
murdered Isabel and Duncan.

And the likeliest suspect was Keith.

With his iffy alibi and
his solid motives.

But he could always deny it.

And that might cause us to doubt.

Better off if he were dead.

Couldn't deny anything then, could he?

And why not make it look as
if Keith were trying to

fake his own murder and accidentally
killed himself?

That's even better.

♪

It must have been quite
a shock when you

discovered the house sale
agreement in the desk.

And that Isabel was penniless.

What did she promise you?

The furniture, house, everything.

And after all you'd done for her.

I've explained to you.

I knew about the sale of the house.

No, you didn't.

Not until, until he found this.

Then call in my solicitor.

How did it happen, Quentin?

Isabelle asked if you could find the
share certificate for her, yes?

Probably just before she set
off fishing that morning.

And you stumbled across the sale agreement
as you were searching.

The two documents were
next to each other.

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

No, I don't.

You're lying.

I have never seen that agreement.

You're quite sure?

Yes.

I am absolute.

Well, maybe I did.

Actually, yes, she did show it to me.

Of course she did. Just
after she'd signed it.

That's right.

You've just realised we'll find your fingerprints
all over it, haven't you?

That's it, isn't it?

You're getting me confused.

You loved her, didn't you?

I don't believe you cared
about the money.

That's not why you killed her.

And it wasn't because she conned you.

And not because she didn't love you.

It was the casual assumption that you

were someone who could be bored.

when you thought what was between you
and Isabel was something beautiful.

I think that you loved her more than

you've ever loved anything or anyone.

But when you saw this document,
you realized just how

fundamentally unimportant you were
and always have been to Isabel.

You can't prove any of this.

A-year-old woman.

She was extraordinary,

like a bright jewel,

and I'll never see her again.

I thought that knowing
Isabel was the most

wonderful thing that had
ever happened to me.

She made me.

She brought out the best in me.

What happened?

Oh, please, Quentin, don't
be so tedious.

For God's sake, pull
yourself together.

You thought I was here for what
I could get out of it.

Is that what you thought of me?

Of us?

No, I am not putting up
with these tantrums.

You really can be very boring.

I couldn't bear it.

♪

♪

I just wanted to talk to her.

♪

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She killed the fish.

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♪

♪

And there she was.

All that life, suddenly gone.

Duncan?

You must have heard something.

♪

My God, what have you done?

♪

♪

♪

Yes, I loved Isabel.

-That'd be cool.
-Yeah.

Okay.

Your nephew was only too
pleased to lend them.

Bit of a memorial, I suppose.

I'll see you down there.

What's happening, sir?

It's been a development.

Quentin Roker was our man after all.

What?

He's just confessed to the murders.

All three?

All three.

Seems your first hunch
was the right one.

See, it suddenly occurred to
me that if Gwen Dobson, a

local gossip, didn't know
about Melrose owning

Isabelle's house, then it was possible
no one else did either.

Maybe not even Quentin.

It's a long story.

Of course, I couldn't have
got there without

Troy working out that business
with the Fridge.

That was good work, Troy, good work.

Because you thought it was Quentin
from the word go, didn't you?

See the lesson in all this?

Always follow your first instincts.

I'll get the car, shall I?

Yeah.

I have to catch the exhibition
some other time, all right?

OK, Dad.

Hang on, Troy.

Coming with you.

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