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Get a move on Linda

Okay, that'll do.

Did you bring the strong room receipt?

Okay.

You'd better get back.

Mm-hmm.

Now, Tony!

Let go of me!

Hey!

Hey, shut that!

-Stop!
-Come on!
-Come on!

Let go!

Stop that, I say!

Now be careful my dear.

Now come and sit down while
I ring for the ambulance.

I'll look after you.

You've got nothing... Get
off me you old fool!

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Magnificent.

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What are you looking for, Joyce?

My brushes.

Well, isn't that them?

What?

-Where?
-Behind you.

-Where?
-In your bag.

Oh!

Oh, yes.

You all right?

Well, it's my first day.

I'm a bit nervous.

Joyce, it's only the Causton
Watercolor Society.

What are you going to
be nervous about?

Thanks.

Well, you know what I mean.

Anyway, you're going to spend a lovely
day in picturesque midsummer flory.

I suppose you're going to tell me there's
been some grisly murder there.

No, I'm not.

As far as I know, midsummer flory
is a haven of tranquility.

Now then, everybody, this lovely
lady is Joyce, our new member.

So let's do all we can to
make her feel welcome.

And this is Midsomer Flory.

Now, you're probably thinking, what is
old Barrett Filby up to now, hmm?

This gorgeous place has been painted
and photographed to death.

How on earth can we find a fresh
way of looking at it?

Well, that is the challenge,
my lovelies,

coming up with your own
unique interpretation.

Mr. Bingley, now, find yourselves
a spot, and

I'll be around to have a
word before you start.

But surely you can see my position.

Barnaby, isn't it?

Oh, thank god.

Perhaps now I can get some
sense out of you.

Major Teel, the golf club.

You were a guest at the
Jubilee dinner.

Oh, yes.

I remember that well.

So, Major Teel, what can I do for you?

Oh, come in.

-Weed.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Barrett, I thought I'd concentrate
on one small

area today, like over there,
where my house is.

You follow your instincts,
Anne, my darling.

Are we supposed to do a
pencil sketch first?

If that's what turns you on, Alan, old
mate, would a 2B pencil be suitable?

We've decided to work
in gouache today.

Jolly good show, Mrs. B.

-Hello.
-I'm Tessa Hawksley.

Oh, Joyce Barnaby.

Coming here was all Anne
Carter's idea, I bet.

So she could show off her house.

It's not going to be in my painting,
I can tell you that.

Do you live here?

God, no.

We couldn't afford it.

So naturally, I went
to the woman's aid.

What did she do?

Hurled me to the ground, called me all

the names under the sun,
and ran me over.

She ran you over?

Well, she came very close.

It was a damn near thing.

Poor woman.

She was probably in shock.

She was extraordinarily handsome,
as it happens.

Yeah, well, there seems to
have been a spate of

these bag snatchers in the Midsomer
Village's major teal.

In fact, we set up a special
operation to deal with it.

Operation Pond Life.

In you go.

And this is Sergeant Troy, who's in
charge of Operation Pond Life.

Major Teel, Sergeant Troy.

Major Teel witnessed a bag
snatching yesterday.

Sir, I've got all this paperwork.

Take a statement from him, please.

-Oh, but.
-A detailed statement.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Major Teel.

I've got a business meeting to attend.

Of course.

Surely you're too young
to be a sergeant.

They're making my husband take
early retirement, you see.

Well, what does he do?

Colin's the manager of the local bank.

Oh. They're closing it
down, of course.

It's going to be a wine bar.

Quite appropriate, really, seeing
as Colin's taken to drink.

Oh, oh, dear.

Does yours?

Does my what?

Does your husband drink?

Well, uh, no.

-He, uh.
-Most of them do, you know.

It's the only pleasure left
to men of a certain age.

Well, I'm going to park myself here.

Nice talking to you, Joyce.

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You can't go there.

Oh, you make me jump.

-That's my place.
-Sorry?

I've been working in this exact
spot for six months.

Well, I'll find somewhere else.

Make sure it's well away from me.

I don't want you breathing
down my neck.

Amateurs.

What did Major Teal have to say then?

Sounds like it was the
same as the others.

The scooter was stolen in Causton.

One hour later, they grabbed
this woman's bag

in Midsomer Flory, according
to Teal, anyway.

What do you mean, according to Teal?

Well, the woman, whoever she was,
hasn't reported the theft, which

seems pretty odd, considering she was
also assaulted, according to Teal.

You stop saying that.

Did he get the woman's
registration number?

No.

He was too busy lying in the middle
of the road, admiring her ankles.

Troy, I hope you are taking Operation
Pond Life seriously.

Sir, a kid snatching handbags
isn't really our job, is it?

Oh, yes, it is.

Street crime of this kind erodes
people's confidence in us.

So it is important.

Sir.

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Now then, Joyce, let's see
what you've been up to.

I can't get the proportions right.

Oh, never mind that, my lovely.

You've got to loosen up your drawing.

Look.

Hold the pencil near
the end like this.

Now relax your wrist.

That's it.

Let the pencil guide you, not
the other way around.

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Where are you going, darling?

For a walk.

A walk, darling?

Where?

Oh, nowhere in particular, sweetheart.

I'm just going to stretch my legs.

We'll be having lunch
in the pub, Tony.

Why not join us?

-Super.
-Can't wait.

And what is that supposed to be?

It's the house, darling.

What do you think?

What house?

Yes.

Try to be a bit more supportive,
darling.

I think Anne's making real progress.

You think so, do you?

What, Ellen Barrett?

Yes.

Well, I think she's definitely
improving.

He's a little ray of
sunshine, isn't he?

I'll see you in the pub.

Yeah.

Have a nice walk, darling.

I will, sweetheart.

Don't you worry.

What?

Your passport photos were in that bag.

So?

Look, the local police are thick
as two short planks.

They're not going to worry
about the photos.

What else was in that bag?

The camera, and the binoculars,
and the strongroom receipt.

Well, the muggers, they're not going
to worry about the receipt.

They're going to keep
the camera and the

binoculars, then just
chuck the bag away.

Look, it might already
have been handed in.

You have got to report it.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Yes, I'm sure.

Have you had that looked at?

You'd better get back to domestic bliss
before Anne sends out a search party.

Just get the bloody receipt
back, Linda.

I'm doing this for us, Tony.

I hope that hasn't slipped your mind.

Yeah, everything's going to be fine.

Trust me.

I love you, don't I?

Good morning, Tony.

A lovely day.

If you say so.

We're breaking for lunch now, Joyce.

Perhaps you'll join us on
the cock and rabbit.

I'll be along in a minute.

They do a very fair ploughman's lunch.

Lovely.

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Yes, of course, I have to talk to her.

Sir, can I have a word?

Sorry, Mrs. Barnaby.

-Oh, go.
-You've both got work to do.

I'll be fine. Don't worry,
I'll look after her.

Thank you.

Already turned up someone
with a record, sir.

Who?

Barrett Philby, the artist chap.

Did eight months.

Told me himself.

He's terrified it'll get out
and ruin his reputation.

No offense.

Knocking out constables.

Sorry to hear.

John Constable, the painter.

Philby was turning out 10 a
day in his garden shed.

Yes, sir.

Sir.

Don't.

I only just noticed it.

Looks like one of her brushes.

Must have had it in her hand
when she was attacked.

Nylon, number nine.

And George?

Stab wound in the back, by
the look of it, Tom.

She won't know anymore till
I get her on the slab.

Well, let me know when
you find anything.

Will do.

You got anything on her?

Her name's Ruth Fairfax, sir,
bit of a mystery woman.

She moved into the village
about six months

ago, rented a flat, kept
herself to herself.

No family or friends that
anyone knows about.

She came down here every day
to paint, rain or shine.

Well, let's go look at the flat.

See if we can discover something
more about Miss Fairfax.

**whistle**

Poor old Ruth Fairfax, eh?

Who'd want to harm a nice
old lady like that?

What's going on, Tony?

Well, some nuts are on
the loose, I suppose.

I mean with you.

You're up to something, Tony.

And I want to know.

There's something I want to show
you in the garden, dear.

Don't ever, ever discuss our private
affairs in the house.

You know what I think, Tony?

I think you made it up
about the house being

bugged, so you don't have
to tell me anything.

Of course it's bugged.

The police are watching
us all the time.

It's for our own safety, Tony.

In case any of your old friends
find out where we are.

Oh, look, I've had four
years of looking

over my shoulder every
minute of the day.

It's just starting to get
to me, that's all.

Is there something you're
not telling me?

Like what?

The past few weeks, you've
been like a caged animal.

You better not be planning to
run out on me, Tony Carter.

Well, why would I do that?

I love you, don't I?

Everything's going to be fine.

You just trust me, hmm?

Mrs. Metcalfe?

Yes?

Afternoon to you. I'm Detective
Chief Inspector Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Troy.

I suppose this is about
poor Ruth Fairfax.

Did she talk about her family?

No, she never wanted to chat.

Thank god.

I've got enough to do without standing
around gossiping all day.

Did she have any friends
in the village?

Not that I know of.

Kept herself to herself.

Very polite, mind you.

Most of the time.

Most of the time?

Well, there was a bit of
a to-do last week.

What kind of a to-do?

A pipe under her bedroom basin was

leaking, so I had Mike Weatherby
in to sort it out.

Mike Weatherby?

He's the local handyman.

Anyway, Miss Fairfax came
back early from her

painting, found Mike in her bedroom,
and fairly let fly to him.

Why?

She accused him of going through
her things or something.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Metcalfe.

You can leave us to it now,
if you'd be so kind.

No address book by the phone.

No mail.

No happy family snapshots.

Just a load of pictures.

All exactly the same.

Not very good either, are they?

Maybe the murderer was
an art lover, sir.

I'll check her bedroom.

Set.

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Sir?

Yep.

Funny looking make-up.

That's theatrical makeup, that, Troy.

Stuff actors use.

Hello?

Yeah, he's here.

George Bullard, sir.

George, what can I do for you?

Get over here right away, Tom.

There's something I want to show you.

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-Ah, good.
-What is it?

Once you know, it's obvious.

What do you mean, once you know?

Observe.

And observe this.

I believe that's what's known as a
fat suit in theatrical circles.

And that's theatrical
make-up, isn't it?

Damn good, isn't it?

And plain glass in the specs, I think.

So the deceased isn't a short, dumpy
old lady who needs support socks.

She's a fit, attractive 30-something
with a flair for disguise.

What about cause of death?

As I said, there appears to be
a stab wound in the back.

I haven't had a proper look at it.

I wanted you to see her
with a disguise first.

Come back tomorrow, and I'll
have a better idea.

Troy.

I think we found the
murder weapon, sir.

The curl pin's a chisel,
covered in blood.

Sharp, too, by the look of it.

Where did you find it?

About 30 yards away in the bushes.

That's good work.

You can get it down forensics
right away.

Anyone see anything?

No.

We've drawn a blank so far.

One minute she was sitting at
a reesel, painting away.

The next, Mrs. Barnaby found
her in the bushes.

Where is Mrs. Barnaby?

She's been taken home by one of the

Watercolour Society people,
a Mrs. Hawksley.

Hey, listen to this.

It seems that Ruth Fairfax was more of
a mystery lady than we realized.

How do you mean, sir?

She was a young woman of 30, expertly
disguised as someone twice her age.

What?

I'll get back to the mortuary first
thing tomorrow morning.

See what George Bullard can
tell us about that chisel.

And you, you go back to
Ruth Fairfax's flat.

Take another look around.

See if you can find something, anything
that tells what she was up to.

Yes, sir.

What about the handyman,
Mike Witherby?

I'm going to talk to him now.

He's in the pub.

Apparently, it's his second home.

Now, tomorrow, I want all the witnesses
back here on the green.

We'll reconstruct all their movements
down to the last detail.

Sir.

Somebody must have seen something.

Then Colin was moved to the
branch in Midsomer Florey.

Being sent to a backwater like that
was a terrible blow to his pride.

That's when the drinking started.

By that time, the marriage was
pretty well over already.

Well, the more intimate side of
it, if you get my meaning.

Men of a certain age, well, alcohol
just kills that off.

Oh, good.

There's Tom.

Joyce.

Joyce, you all right?

I'm fine, I'm sure.

Mrs. Hawksley's been marvelous.

There's some tea in the pot,
if you'd like some.

Oh, good god, no.

I need a drink.

Anyone join me?

It's far too early for me.

Tessa's husband is the manager of the
Shire's Bank at Midsomer Florey.

-Really?
-And not for much longer.

He's being turned into a wine
bar called the Overdraft.

I suppose that passes for humor
in the catering business.

We're asking you back to the scene of
the crime tomorrow, Mrs. Hawksley.

Just to double check the
sequence of events.

Oh, that's all right.

We'll be back there anyway,
painting away.

We're doing it for charity.

So Barrett Philby wants
us to soldier on.

Well, we'll try to take up not
too much of your time.

Oh.

Collins volunteered to do the auction.

I'm dreading it.

He'll get tight and make an
ass of himself, as usual.

Nice to have met you, Chief Inspector,
despite the circumstances.

And you.

Thank you for looking after Joyce.

Oh.

-Bye-bye, Tessa.
-Thanks again.

I thought she'd never go.

Um, are you sure you
want another drink?

Yes, why?

George.

Good morning, Tom.

What can I do for you?

Morning to you.

You were going to give me some
more on Ruth Fairfax.

She's gone.

What do you mean, she's gone?

She was moved first thing,
didn't you know?

No, no, I did not know.

Who moved her?

The investigating officer is, let me see,
Detective Inspector Mark Gudgeon.

I'm the investigating officer.

Not according to this.

The paperwork was all in order,
and I had a call from on high.

Very on high, Tom.

But who is Mark Gudgeon?

I've never heard of the fellow.

Where have they taken her?

I have no idea. It was
all very hush-hush.

Bullard.

Yes, I'll tell him.

That was Sergeant Troy.

Wants you to go around to
Ruth Fairfax's flat.

Says it's urgent.

Sir, you're not going to believe this.

And the bedroom?

The same, sir.

Not a trace of Ruth Fairfax left.

I didn't know what to do.

It's OK, Mrs. Metcalfe.

It's not your fault.

Who was it?

DS Noland and DC Backley, acting on the
orders of Detective Inspector Mark.

Gudgeon?

Yes, sir, Gudgeon.

I think we'd better go back
to the station, Troy.

Find out exactly what
is going on here.

And stop worrying about getting
every flippin' detail right.

Because you're going to load
up your brushes with tons

of gorgeous color and start laying
down big, bold brushes.

Good morning.

I'm Detective Sergeant Nolan.

This is Detective Constable Fackley.

May we have your attention, please?

Troy.

Yes, sir.

He's here, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Your Honour, the speaking.

Yes, sir.

Uh, but...

Very well, sir.

What did he say?

I am no longer in charge of the investigation
into Ruth Fairfax's murder, Troy.

Why not?

The fact that my wife is a possible
witness might, um, compromise me.

Well, he's got a point there.

But not that you would allow
it to, of course, sir.

I'm being replaced by a Detective
Inspector Mark Gudgeon.

Gudgeon?

-He's the bloke who was.
-Yes, he is.

Head of a special team from the
National Intelligence Squad.

The National Intelligence Squad?

Really?

Yes, really.

So what do we do now?

Aye, well, you, you.

Still on the case, Troy.

You have to report to a Detective Sergeant
Noland, Midsomer Florey.

You mean I'm working with the NIS?

Well, you'll be liaising
with them, yeah.

Of course, I'd much rather
be working with you, sir.

Don't worry, Troy.

It's a great opportunity.

Make the most of it.

Thank you.

Come in.

Hello, I'm looking for Sergeant Troy.

Oh, that's me.

I'd, um, I'd like to report
a bag snatching.

Ah, well, the thing is, the
thing is, I suppose I

ought to be heading back to Midsomer
Florey, sir, to liaise.

Yes, so, sure, Troy, you
go and, uh, liaise.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Uh, please, sit here now.

Yes!

And then one of them hit me in the
face, so I let go of the bag.

There was a witness to
that, wasn't there?

Was there?

Yes, an elderly gentleman, he says.

He tried to help you.

But you just pushed him out
of the way and drove off.

I don't remember.

Uh, I was frightened and
dizzy from the attack.

That probably explains why you didn't
report the robbery sooner, yeah?

Yes.

I was in a terrible state.

I thought I might be concussed.

See the doctor?

No, not straight away.

I went home.

I was in shock.

I just wanted to lie down.

Then did you see the doctor?

No, I felt a bit better after arrest.

So in the end, I didn't bother.

Of course, I understand.

Uh, what was in the bag, Mrs. Tyrrell?

There were some papers from my
bank, which are important.

Paperwork from bank?

What sort of paperwork was there?

Oh, the usual.

I have some statements and letters
and a strongroom receipt.

Strongroom receipt?

Anything else?

No, not really.

Oh, a camera.

What sort of camera?

A Polaroid.

And some binoculars.

Polaroid camera and binoculars?

I'm house hunting. They
come in very useful.

Oh, I see.

That's what you were doing
up by the wood, was it?

Hunting the houses?

Yes, well.

Well, not exactly, no.

I stopped to get a map
out of the boot and.

Look, I don't care about
the camera and

the binoculars, but the
papers are important.

Maybe someone's found the
bag and handed it in.

Well, it won't take long to find
out, will it, Mrs. Tyrell?

It's a lovely part of the world.

Around midsummer for you?

I wouldn't know.

Stolen property, please.

I assume that's why you were
house hunting in the area.

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Colin, are you going to
get out of the car?

It's this, um, damn flu.

I can't seem to shake it off.

I'm sure you've got some nice medicine
hidden away in the bank.

Good morning, Mr. Hopsley.

Good morning.

Mrs. Partridge, I shall be working downstairs
in the strongroom this morning.

Do not disturb me unless
absolutely necessary.

Yes, Mr. Hawkesley.

Thank you.

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Now then, how's my favourite
student getting on?

Well, I'm quite pleased with
some of my washes, Barrett.

I'm not surprised.

Look at all this gorgeous,
gorgeous brushwork.

I could eat it up.

Could you, Barrett?

So tell me, what's this D.I.

Mark Gudgeon like?

He didn't show up.

We were interviewed by D.S.

and a D.C.

Did they stage a reconstruction?

No.

He just asked a lot of questions.

The person they were most interested
in was this handyman chap.

Mike Weatherby?

Yes.

He's a bit of a boozer, according
to the locals.

That's what Troy said, yeah.

The irony is, he's the one person whose
movements I can be pretty sure of.

-Why's that?
-Because of my drawing.

Here.

That's Mike Weatherby, working
on the Carter's house.

Was he there all morning?

Yes.

And you were doing this right up to
the time he found Ruth Fairfax?

Yeah. The last thing I did was
draw the hands on the clock.

Look, it says 20 to 1.

And I checked with my watch.

That's hardly enough time for
Mike Weatherby to get across

the green, kill her, and then get
back up his ladder, is it?

You told him this?

Yes.

But I left a drawing here.

Well, you take it in tomorrow.

Show them.

And Joyce, you keep your eyes open.

Tell me what's going on.

I hope you're not going
to interfere, Tom.

Interfere? Of course I'm
not going to interfere.

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Morning, Troy.

How's it going?

Great, sir.

You're in a house to house?

Deep background, actually.

Deep background?

And what might that be?

Sorry, sir, I'm not supposed
to discuss the

investigation with anyone
outside the team.

Oh, I see.

What's this DI Mark Gudgeon
like, then?

I haven't met him yet.

The boss has got a lot on
his plate at the moment.

The boss, Troy?

Uh, so what are you doing
in Midsomer Florey, sir?

Operation Pond Life, Troy.

Got to do something about these
bag snatchings, haven't we?

Just wanted to make sure we hadn't
missed anything, you know.

What was Mike Weatherby
working on in here?

A leaking pipe, there,
under the basin.

He had to take out one of
the panels at the back.

Antibiotics belonging
to Angela Browning.

Does that name mean anything to you?

No, not a thing.

So these were prescribed 10 days ago.

Did Ruth Fairfax have any
visitors recently?

No, not recently.

Not ever, in fact.

You sure?

Quite sure.

If she'd had visitors, I would
have known about it.

Believe me.

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Ah, Barnaby.

Major Teel, the very man.

Could you spare me a minute, please?

Of course.

Anything to help clear up
this horrible murder.

It's about the mugging you
witnessed, actually.

The victim reported it yesterday.

Ah.

Blonde, good looking,
rather fine ankles.

Could you tell me, please, exactly
where did the mugging take place?

She was parked in Leverett's
Lane, up behind the wood.

Drive through the village and turn

right, or take the footpath
across the green.

It's a pleasant walk.

God, you made me jump.

So what happened?

The bag hasn't been handed in.

Are you sure, Linda?

Yes.

-Now let go.
-You're hurting me.

What is the matter with you?

Nothing. It's just this police crawling
all over the village.

Yes, well, that's nothing
to do with us.

How do you know?

That old girl that was knocked off, there
was something funny about her.

What do you mean, funny?

She has been sitting down there on the

village green for six months
staring at my house.

Tony, Tony, stop it.

I hate it when you're like this.

Somebody is after me, Linda.

Could be one of our lot,
could be the police.

I don't know which shoulder
to look over anymore.

Yes, well, our lot are all safely
tucked up in prison, OK?

That's the copper I reported
the mugging to.

I don't know what's

So what if I did?

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Tony, what are you doing?

I'm gonna sort him out.

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Are you out of your mind?

This is no time to go bashing
policemen on the head.

Did you tell him about the
strongroom receipt?

Of course I did.

You told me to report it.

Not to him.

He is a chief inspector.

And now you've got him
sniffing around us.

Tony, that receipt belongs
to my husband.

Someone hands it in, the police
have got to give it to me.

Well, it better turn up soon, because I am
that close, that close to losing it.

What's going on, huh?

I don't know what it's all about.

I'm just a painter and decorator.

Oh, yes.

They charged him with
murder, all right.

I heard them caution him.

Why whistle me?

Stabbed her in the back with a chisel.

Well, I'm very surprised.

So am I.

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Hello.

You missed all the excitement.

They've arrested Mike Weatherby.

Yeah, I know. So I'm
being driven away.

You showing anyone your drawing?

Yes, first thing this morning.

The detective constable.

What did he say? He said he'd get
back to me when he had a window.

A window.

Whatever that means.

Means he's not interested.

Troy here?

I think I saw him going to the pub.

Same old story here.

Every day.

They didn't hope, I suppose.

Barnaby.

-Hey.
-Yeah.

Yeah, I'm a bit bearded.

17 days it was.

-17.
-No, it was 17 days, wasn't it?

No, no, you come down.

You come down. Yeah, that
would be great.

Afternoon, gentlemen.

Hello, sir.

This is James Nolan, Simon Buckley,
Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

Heard a lot about you, sir.

Perhaps I could buy you a drink, sir?

No, thanks.

Not at the minute.

Could I have a word, please, Troy?

Oh, sir, how's it going on Operation,
um, what's it called?

Pond Life.

-Yeah, that's it.
-Fine.
-Thank you.

Good show, sir.

It's very important for the community,
that sort of policing.

Yes.

Yes, it is.

But Joyce was watching Wetherby
all the morning.

She's even got a drawing
of him working on the

Carter's house with the
clock showing 20 to 1.

Sir, the murder weapon
belongs to Wetherby.

He admitted it.

And his prints are all over it.

Well, they would be if
it is, wouldn't they?

Detroit, someone could have stolen
the chisel from his van.

He's a binge drinker who goes looking
for trouble when he's drunk.

He spent so many nights in Causton, Nick,
they've named a cell after him.

He's drunken scuffles outside
the pub at closing time.

It's a bit different from
killing someone

with a chisel in broad
daylight, isn't it?

And he had that big bust
up with Ruth Fairfax.

Apparently, he's been sounding off in
the pub about getting even with her.

The pub's just pub gossip, isn't it?

Please, sir. I'm not supposed
to discuss it with anyone.

All right. All right.
I've said my piece.

Joyce, show Troy your drawing.

Oh, that's funny.

What's wrong?

It's gone.

Look.

Are you sure the drawing
was in this sketchbook?

Yes, of course.

Sorry, I've got to dash.

Thank you anyway, Mrs. Barnaby.

Did you tell anyone else about the
drawing apart from the police?

I might have told the others.

What others?

The Watercolor Society.

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Cut.

Ah, Troy.

How's it going?

Making good progress.

Nodin and Buckley are interviewing
Mike Weatherby.

They're going to let me sit in later.

Lucky you.

How about Detective Inspector
Mark Gudgeon?

You met him yet?

Oh, not yet, sir.

He's sort of overseeing
the whole operation.

It's very complex.

Oh, it must be.

Oh, this is just in, sir.

Some kids stole a scooter in Causton
this morning and crashed it.

One of them got away, but the other one's
in hospital with a broken leg.

Could be your back snatchers.

Yes, it could, Troy.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

This could be the breakthrough
I've been looking for.

Oh, almost forgot.

You've got to take these.

What are they, sir?

Those are Angela Browning's
antibiotics.

Found them in the flat.

Sorry?

Angela Browning.

That's Ruth Fairfax's real name.

Detective Constable Angela
Browning, to be exact.

30 years old, and at the
time of her death,

attached to the National
Intelligence Squad.

Didn't your new colleagues
tell you that?

That's odd, isn't it?

Well, I'm off to the hospital.

Thank you for this.

Where were you off to this morning?

Another of your mysterious walks?

I had to get out.

The police were all over the shop.

That's nothing to do with us.

They were after Mike Weatherby.

Good job, too.

Had enough of him hanging about
the house every day.

Don't start that nonsense again.

It's this bloody village.

It's not the village.

It's you, Tony.

You're paranoid.

What if we could get
out of here, Anne?

Find somewhere in the sun, nobody watching
us and live even better?

And how are we going to do that?

Just answer the question.

Oh, Tony.

You haven't found it.

You haven't found the money.

Keep it down for crying out loud.

I knew you were up to something.

Well, it's not done and dusted yet.

We've got to keep our heads down,
be very, very careful.

This is fantastic.

Now, what did I tell you?

Hold that thought.

Great.

Now, I'm all for a bit of adventure,
you know I am.

But you're getting a teensy
bit slapdash, my lovely.

Oh, I'm sorry, Barrett.

It's because I'm so excited.

And what's got you so hot
and bothered, I wonder?

I think it's bounded.

you sure?

well he hasn't got it yet but
he knows where it is.

what is it you're always
saying to me Barrett?

carpe diem my lovely.

seize the day.

right so we'd better be ready.

yes might I suggest the
south of France?

we can follow in the footsteps
of Matisse and Picasso.

what to have with art Barrett?

I want you all for myself.

and I don't just mean for
painting lessons.

Who are you?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby, Jason.

I didn't know the bike was stolen.

Oh, come on, Jason.

I'm not here about a stolen scooter.

You're not.

No, I'm not.

When you snatched that bag
from that woman in that

lane, you made a big mistake,
Jason, because you hit her.

And that puts you in
a different league.

That is robbery with violence.

You've never been to prison,
have you, Jason?

Richie hit her, not me.

She wouldn't let go of the
bag, so he whacked her.

Thank you, Jason.

That's very helpful.

I didn't hit her.

There's one more thing
you can do for me.

That bag you stole, what
do you do with it?

WPC Smith leaves the room.

Interview recommences, 1651.

Mr. Weatherby, tell us about the argument
you had with Ruth Fairfax.

Shouldn't my solicitor be here?

He's on his way.

You don't have to answer any questions
if you don't want to.

Look, Mrs. Metcalfe let me in the flat
to repair a pipe in the bedroom.

Then Ruth Fairfax turns up and
starts shouting the odds.

What did she say exactly?

She accused me of being a thief.

Bloody cheek of the woman.

She upset you?

Too right she did.

You were drinking in the Cock
and Rabbit that night.

Witnesses heard you talking about how you
were going to put Ruth Fairfax right.

What did you mean by that?

Well, I reckon she owed me an apology.

That's what I meant.

I've been called lots of
things, but I'm not

a thief and I'm not a bloody
murderer neither.

Mike, how long have you been working
at the Carters' house?

10 days or so.

And you always parked your
van outside the house?

Yeah.

Ever leave it unlocked, Mike?

Probably, yeah.

Interview terminated by DC
Buckley at 1653 hours.

What are you playing at?

I'm worried about the chisel.

We left the van unlocked.

Somebody could have just. You're
here as an observer, Sergeant.

I will not have you undermining
a carefully planned interview.

Now, get out!

Please.

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Looking for clues, Barnaby?

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This document has the name of this
branch on it, Mr. Hawksley.

I was wondering if you're able
to tell me what it is.

Yes, it's a receipt for an item
deposited in our strong room.

Funnily enough, I've been trying
to contact Mr. Tyrell.

Why is that?

This branch is closing
down, Inspector.

Mrs. Partridge, Mr. Miller,
and myself.

We find ourselves surplus
to requirements.

Yes, Midsomer Fleury will no
longer have his own bank.

Instead, it will have
a wine bar serving

cocktail and an eclectic

Pacific cuisine.

Now then, Mr. Hawksley, deep breaths.

Thank you, Mrs. Partridge.

Thank you.

So, uh, we've been notifying depositors
that they must remove

their possessions from our strong
room by the end of the week.

And Mr. Tyrell hasn't responded?

No, no, he hasn't.

Well, perhaps he's moved or forgotten.

You'd be surprised how many people do.

Though I am rather baffled
in this case.

Why? Why is that? The item in
question is rather large.

There it is.

Made in Victoria.

I'm not very good at furniture.

It's locked, presumably.

Oh, yes.

You got a key?

No, that would remain with the owner.

Oh, Mr. Fox, thank you. Thank
you very much for your time.

Yes, would you mind letting
yourself out?

I've got some work to finish
off down here.

No, no, certainly.

Thank you again.

Pleasure.

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Inspector Barnaby?

Come in.

Mrs. Tyrell, thank you
for dropping by.

Take a seat.

I think we've recovered your bag.

Thank god.

The camera and the binoculars,
I'm afraid, were gone.

But this was in it.

Yes, that's the paperwork
I was worried about.

What a relief.

And there were these.

They were in my bag?

Yes, they were, Mrs. Tyrell.

Well, they're not mine.

Are you sure?

After all, you did have
a Polaroid camera.

I've never seen that man
before in my life.

Well, his name is Tony Carter.

It's quite a coincidence, really.

What is?

Well, Tony Carter lives in
Midsomer Flory, where

you were murdered, and where
your husband keeps

property stored in the strongroom
of the local bank.

Are you making some sort
of insinuation?

No, no, no, no.

I'm merely pointing out an
unexpected connection.

Well, there is no connection.

So forget it.

Can I have my things back now, please?

Not quite yet, Mrs. Tyrell.

You see, this is evidence.

Strictly speaking, this document
belongs to your husband.

Would he be able, do you think,
to come in and identify it?

No.

He's out of the country.

He's out of the country, oh, damn.

Still, there's no need to worry.

I've contacted the bank manager.

Why did you do that?

Well, to make sure that your
husband's property is safe.

The thieves might have tried
to claim it with this.

And he wouldn't want that to happen,
would we, Mrs. Tyrell?

No, we wouldn't.

So I said to Barnaby, Barnaby
I said, if I was

you, I'd have a look in the
woods near the lay-by.

Sure enough, that's where
he found the bag.

You should have been a detective,
Godfrey O'Pelham.

Exactly what Barnaby says.

I just overheard.

Barnaby's found the bag.

What?

Two guys at the bar, sir.

Not now, Troy.

This won't take a minute.

Look, if this is about Mike
Weatherby's chisel.

No, it's about Angela Browning.

What did you say?

That was Ruth Fairfax's
real name, wasn't it?

She was a DC in the National
Intelligence Squad.

How the hell did you find that out?

All right, Simon. Listen to me, Troy.

If you repeat that to anyone,
you're out of a job.

As far as you're concerned, the victim

was a-year-old woman called
Ruth Fairfax.

We deal with these things
in our own way.

No outsiders.

That's the way DI Gudgeon likes it.

In other words, you don't trust me?

Is there any way I can put
this kindly, Simon?

No, James, there isn't.

Mr. Gudgeon would not jeopardize
a long and complex

operation by spilling the beans to
a flat-footed country copper.

Harsh, but true.

So here's what I want
you to do, Gavin.

Keep your mouth shut and go back
to chasing purse snatchers.

I don't think you'll cut
out for the NIS.

You're right.

I'm not.

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Troy.

Sorry to bother you, sir.

Have you got a moment?

Of course I have.

Come in.

Thanks.

They didn't question Mike Weatherby
about the chisel.

And then I found out his solicitor
had been there all the time.

They sent him to the wrong
interview room.

I couldn't let it go.

I had to say something.

Good for you, Troy.

Good for you.

This face ring a bell?

It's Tony Carter.

Actually, it used to be Tony Mayhew.

Used to be?

Before he entered the Witness
Protection Scheme.

Do you remember the Rugby Edge job?

Massive robbery he threw
five years ago.

Yeah, they got away with
20 million in cash.

Yeah, well, that was Carter
and his friends.

Carter was arrested,
but he made a deal.

He gave evidence against
his accomplices, and

in return, he got himself
a new name and new life.

In Midsomer Flory.

In Midsomer Flory.

Which brings us very neatly into the
bag snatching in Leverett's Lane.

What's that got to do with it?

Carter's right hand man,
partner in crime

and longtime friend, was
one Keith Tyrell.

The woman who was robbed?

Her name is Linda Tyrell?

She's Keith Tyrell's wife.

And these photos were in her bag?

Passport photographs and a guess.

So while her husband serves 15
years for armed robbery,

Linda's helping the man who put him
away to get a new passport.

Now, why? Why is that, I wonder?

Wait a minute.

Not all the money was
recovered, was it?

Five million pounds unaccounted
for, Troy.

Keith Tyrell shares, rumor has it.

And Keith Tyrell stored
a rather large piece

of furniture in the strongroom
of the local bank.

And the receipt for that was in Linda Tyrell's
hold all when he was snatched.

Angela Browning must have found
out about the money.

So Tony Carter killed her.

That would be very convenient,
wouldn't it?

Unfortunately, Godfrey Teal saw
Tony Carter in the woods

half a mile away at the time Ruth
Fairfax was being murdered.

i'm home.

how'd it go?

marvellous actually.

everything just sort of clicked.

It's very, um, it's very atmospheric.

Who's this?

Oh, Alan Pinkney.

Why has he got huge whiskers
growing out of his ears?

They're paintbrushes.

He's always got brushes
behind his ears.

These trees are very
good, Mrs. Barnaby.

They're clouds, Gavin.

Can I see your brushes, please, Joyce?

Artist's brush, number
eight, pure sable.

The brush found under the body, that
had a brown shaft, didn't it?

Yeah, and the brush bit
was made of nylon.

Most people use sable.

You see, we assumed the brush was Ruth
Fairfax's, but maybe it wasn't.

Maybe it was the murderer's.

If you were creeping up on someone
with the intention of

stabbing them with a chisel, you wouldn't
take a paintbrush with you.

Not if you got it stuck
behind your ear.

You'd forgotten it was there.
Joyce, was Alan

Pinkney, was he sitting in front
of you all the week?

No, only today.

Before that, he was.

Where?

Where was he?

I'm trying to remember.

He had to move from the
first spot he chose

because Ruth Fairfax appeared
from nowhere.

You can't go there.

You made me jump.

That's my place.

I'm sorry. So you moved a few yards away,
to the north end of the green.

Yes.

Yes, I had a good view.

I could see the others.

And I could see Ruth Fairfax
in the other direction.

Alan Pinkney was near her.

But I couldn't really see him because
there was a tree in the way.

You couldn't see him at all?

Only if I leant back in my chair.

Oh, I'd forgotten that.

I'm sorry, Tom.

There's no need to be, Joyce.

You've been a great help.

What do we know about Alan Pinkney?

Not much.

Unemployed.

No criminal record.

Lives in Causton.

See, the brush found under the body.

I want to be absolutely sure
it isn't Ruth Fairfax's.

Gudgeon won't like us poking around
in his evidence, sir.

We can make an early start.

He'd never know.

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Anne!

Over here!

What about the money?

The money is going nowhere, as long as
I've got the strong room receipt.

It's good to be back to normal, sir.

I'm sorry about the last few days.

You've got nothing to
be sorry for, Troy.

Is it your first thing?

Yes, sir.

Barnaby knows who you are by now,
and me, for that matter.

Which means, yes, that he has

guessed what's in the bank.

Yeah, all right.

I'm sorry, Tony.

We're better off without the receipt.

As long as Barnaby's got it, he'll
think the money's safe.

So how do we get it?

We make a withdrawal,

the old-fashioned way.

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They're real paintings, sir.

The paintbrushes must be
around here somewhere.

It looks like Tony Carter was signaling
to Linda Tyrell up there in the woods.

Looks like it was based on whether
the curtains were open or closed.

Angela Browning must
have worked it out.

Here they are.

Black shafts, pure sable,
except this one.

Just shoved in with the rest of them.

It's typical of the way this
investigation is being run.

The NIS, they're supposed
to be the elite.

It's just a shambles.

Well, that's what you get when your
boss is never about, isn't it?

Yes.

Famous DI Gudgeon.

I still haven't met the bloke.

He's always in a meeting.

I'll take this to forensics, see if I
can get Alan Pinkney's fingerprints.

Sir?

Yeah, you'll get it to forensics.

I'm going to have a chat
with Alan Pinckney.

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Now then, lovely people,
this is our last day in

gorgeous midsummer flurry, so
let's make the most of it.

Don't forget the charity auction.

We want people falling over themselves
to buy your masterpieces.

So let's see your very,
very best work.

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We'll just get down there
as soon as we can.

Linda Tyrell, Troy.

Name ring a bell?

Linda Tyrell.

Come on, Troy.

Her bag was snatched near
Midsomer Flory.

We believe the bag's been found.

Linda Tyrell is ring-fenced, Troy.

Ring-fenced?

Meaning she is the subject
of an NIS investigation.

Anything to do with her comes
straight back to us.

There was a document
found in that bag.

I'm asking you to hand it over.

A document?

You mean like a piece of paper?

Don't annoy me, Troy.

Sorry, but you have to spell these things
out for us country coppers.

Let him have it, Troy.

Really, sir.

That's more like it.

I don't believe I invited you
to sit in my seat, Sergeant.

Thank you, sir.

Excuse me.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Thank you, sir.

I thought you were going after
Alan Pinckney, sir.

I heard those two were looking for me.

I guess they wanted the
strongroom receipt.

Why?

Remember you saying earlier that this
investigation was a shambles?

Well, it is.

Well, maybe that's the
way Gudgeon wants it.

Not with you, sir.

Policemen like money, too, Troy.

And, uh, bank opens in half an hour.

I'll go straight there.

You take that brush to the lab
and track down Pinkney.

Shall I arrest him, sir?

No, no, not yet.

Try and get a look at his brushes.

See if they're like that one.

And then just have to wait
for the lab results.

Got to get this right, Troy.

Or we'll end up directing traffic.

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That's interesting.

You think so?

Yeah.

Good isn't the word.

Very kind of you to say so.

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I don't understand.

He should have left ages ago.

He's up to something.

Look, if I haven't seen him, don't
do anything to annoy him.

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Mr. Hawksley, it's Chief Inspector
Barnaby to see you.

One minute.

Adam, wait!

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Can I help you, sir?

I hope so.

For your sake.

We have reason to believe it contains
a large quantity of stolen money.

Are you sure?

Oh yes.

Mr Holtzley, could you open the door?

It's rather urgent.

Excuse me.

-Vince!
-Vinnie Graham!

Shit.

Sorry, Mr. Hawksley, nobody
talks except me.

Now, there is the key.

Open it up.

The bin bags, in there.

You take them out, take the money,
and fill up the bin bags.

Couldn't be easier.

Well, you help them out, Barnaby, and
I might decide not to kill you.

Good morning, dear lady.

I thought the car looked
familiar, even

though I last saw it from
a prone position.

What do you want?

Don't you recognize me?

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The fire alarm.

The fire brigade will come,
but we don't turn it off.

Shall I do it for you?

The switch is just outside the door.

Stay where you are.

I'll do it.

Yeah, keep working.

It's time.

Troy, arrest and caution
Mr. Carter or Mr.

Mayhew or whatever his name is.

Mr. Hawksbury!

I'd be grateful if you'd
get the bank back to

some semblance of normality
as soon as possible, okay?

Certainly.

To tell you the truth,
I'm fatally drawn

to the dark side, where
women are concerned.

Perhaps you'd join me in a glass of
Shelly, in the cock and rabbit.

Will you please just go away?

Now, I know you don't
really mean that.

Ah, dear Mrs. Carter, what
a lovely surprise.

Ms.

Summer Fleury is crawling with
beautiful women today.

Godfrey, have you seen my husband?

I believe I saw him popping
into the bank.

It's too late for him to open
an account, you know.

The bank's closing.

Linda Tyrell.

Now I understand.

You couldn't leave him
alone, could you?

He was just using you, Linda,
to get at the money.

Just you wait and see.

I'm the one who's going
to be spending it.

Oh, so you two know each other.

Oh, that's marvellous.

Why don't we all go for
a little tincture?

Just for once, Godfrey, mind
your own damn business.

Please, don't shoot.

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Good morning.

I'd like to withdraw some property
from your strong room.

Thank you, Mrs. Partridge.

I'll deal with this.

Thank you.

There it is.

Thank you, Mr Hawksley.

We'll take it from here.

Thank you, sir.

Er, sorry.

Five mil, James.

Pee.

Oh, sod it.

Horsling must have it.
I'll go and get it.

Oh, thank god you're here.

What the hell do you want?

There's 5 million pounds
in that thing.

The unrecovered proceeds of
an armed robbery in there.

We are aware of that.

That's why we're here, to recover it.

Well, that's a terrific relief.

As you can imagine, we're not used to dealing
with such vast sums hereabouts.

Yes, I can imagine.

Well, there's no need to
get stressed, sir.

This is an NIS matter now.

We'll take care of it.

Hey, you better have the keys.

Here you go.

Oh, thank you.

Kindly, sir.

Well, let's get cracking.

Oh, er, thank you, Inspector.

We shan't be needing you.

There is one thing.

What's that?

Well, as I say, this is slightly
out of our league.

So if we could have some sort
of authorization from DI

Gudgeon before you remove all
that money, just in case.

He's very busy.

In a meeting, is he?

What was that?

Oh, I asked Mr. Hawksley to
secure the strong room.

Just in case.

Someone tried to steal the money
at gunpoint half an hour ago.

You mean we're locked in?

Oh, don't worry.

There's enough oxygen
to last 24 hours.

Mr. Hawksley will unlock the door
when your DI Gudgeon shows up.

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Detective Inspector Gudgeon.

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What's the problem?

He's not Gadget.

Oh yes he is.

Barnaby, how dare you obstruct
NIS officers?

Let's not talk about the NIS.

Let's talk about paintbrushes.

You forget it was there, did you?

That's an easy mistake to make.

I think you should know, Barnaby,
that I have a very

good working relationship with
your chief constable.

Although much longer, sir.

You see, this brush is
identical to the

one found under Angela
Browning's body.

Your brush, Cudgeon, which
you dislodged from behind

your ear when you stabbed her with
Mike Weatherby's chisel.

Simon, James, this is all nonsense.

Get on with packing the money.

We'll be getting the prints back
from the lab in an hour.

There was a brown brushing
with the others.

I thought it was Angela's.

Detective Constable Angela Browning.

Yes, she did a good job.

She found out about Tony Carter and Linda
Tyrell and the strongroom receipt.

The only problem was she was straight.

Which meant she had to go,
didn't she, Gudgeon?

No violence.

You said, no violence!

Just wait a minute.

I'll kill one of your
own, you bastard!

All right, all right.

Troy, get some backup
and caution them.

Right.

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How did you know Pinckney
was Gudgeon, sir?

Well, I'd assumed that Pinckney
was working with Gudgeon.

But then why would Gudgeon trust a civilian
non-entity like Pinckney, eh?

It only made sense if they were
one and the same person.

Flatfooted country coppers, indeed.

I wish every arrest was as
enjoyable as this, sir.

Hello?

Colin?

Hello, Barrett.

I was wondering, um, do you
know where Ann Carter is?

Went off the police station
with her husband.

Turns out he was a bank robber
called Tony Mayhew.

Did you know that?

No.

No, I didn't.

Thanks.

Five million pounds in cash.

I've been sitting inches
away from five million

pounds in cash for four years.

You have no idea what it's like to

be so close to so much money.

Actually, I have.

Who's is that?

What?

Good God What?

It's a linen press 19th century
made if I'm not

mistaken By Joseph Wilkinson,
I read up on

furniture while I was inside
while I was at our school

Well, yeah, you think it's
worth something?

A small fortune, old chum.

A small fortune.

I've bid 20 pounds for this delightful,
delightful study of end cottages.

Come on, ladies and gentlemen,
it's all a good cause.

Who'll go to 25?

25 pounds.

Let's hear for 25 pounds.

Anybody for 25 pounds?

Sir, Alan Pinckney.

Oh, sorry, Mark Gudgeon.

Was the murderer.

Certainly was. His prints
were on the brush.

And you recovered all that money.

-I did.
-Well done, Tom.

Ah, Barnaby.

No news of Linda Tyrell, I suppose.

I'm afraid not, no, Joyce.

She seems to have disappeared
without trace.

She's probably sunning her magnificent
ankles in foreign climes.

Such is life.

On your wall, 40 pounds.

-Well, 40 pounds.
-40 pounds.

Hello, Joyce.

Tassa, how lovely to see you.

You look marvelous.

Thanks.

Things have turned out rather
well, actually.

Oh, I'm so glad.

Colin inherited a family heirloom.

Turned out to be surprisingly
valuable.

How marvelous.

Good.

Here's Barrett.

My two favorite lovely ladies.

Will you excuse me, Joyce,
if I steal Tassa away?

We have to discuss the society's
plans for next year.

Sold to you, vicar.

Right.

Done.

-Thank you.
-Lot 17.

Oh, the next painting's mine.

By Joyce Barnaby.

What if no one makes a bid?

Well, who'll start me on 20 pounds?

20 pounds.

Come on, come on, come on.

20 pounds.

Well, 10 pounds then.

Come on, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you, Inspector Barnaby.

Right, who'll get a 15?

15 pounds.

100 pounds.

100 pounds, I bid.

Well done, Major Teal.

That's more like it.

Now, who'll go to 150 pounds?

Someone, surely.

Come on, 150 pounds, someone.

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