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Come in.

Sorry, Michael.

The extractor fan in the dining
room is packed up again.

Well, you should speak to Stephen.

I did, yesterday.

All right, Audrey, I'll have a word.

It's not good for you, you know.

Oh, it's only a small one.

Don't tell Stephen.

I meant sitting in this room looking
at those photographs.

It's three years, Michael.

It's time you got on with your life.

Ah, Michael.

My name's...

Good evening, Lawrence.

You dining with us tonight?

Indeed we are.

I can recommend the duck.

Good evening, good evening,
good evening, Fabian.

You're looking well.

Apparently, the instructor in the
dining room has packed up again.

I know, Dad. Someone's come
to look at it tomorrow.

Fine, fine, as long as everything's
under control.

You're the boss now. That's
right, I am, so relax.

You've got to start taking it
easy like the doctor said.

I know when I'm not wanted.

Why can't he stay upstairs,
out of the way?

Oh, come on, Lorna, he's
only just retired.

Are we supposed to run the place our way,
with him always hanging around?

Look, if it wasn't for my father,
there wouldn't be a pub to run.

So show some bloody respect,
all right?

Yes, Mr. Woollard, say again?

Thanks, Stephen.

Working in the snug tonight?

Yeah, worst luck.

Why? What's wrong? My old man's
in there getting tanked up.

Hey, you doing anything later on?

Yes, Jamie, I am.

Evening, Bella, Jamie.

Everything all right in this
neck of the woods?

Fine, thank you, Mr. Bannerman.

Fine, thank you, Miss Bannerman. Well,
I think you'd better get back

in the snug, Jamie, and serve the old
codgers before they turn nasty.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Where's your mother, miss?

Oh, she's just taking
Mr. Haggard's order.

Bella, my dear, when you go
to move, would you sort

me out a large scotch and put
it in the usual place?

You are a very bad man.

You're supposed to be cutting down.

It's our little secret.

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Don't drink from a scotch, you know.

Yeah, I suppose so, Dad.

Well, there shouldn't be, should there,
if you pour me a full pint?

All right, all right.

Good evening, gentlemen.

All's well, I trust?

Apart from your staff serving
with short measures, yes.

They want another case of Claret
in the restaurant, Jamie.

I'll keep an eye on the
riffraff in here.

You should go easy on the boy, Clive.

He's my son.

I treat him as I see fit.

Sons should be kept in their place.

And you can keep that.

And I suppose I'll have to buy you
two hooligans a drink also.

Same again, Wesley?

Thank you kindly, Michael.

Will you take a drink with
me, Mr. Bembo, sir?

Oh, I don't mind.

In talking of sons, I hear
you and Stephen was

pulling this bar down, making
it part of the restaurant.

Oh, is that what you hear, Clive?

Well, I hear you're selling
your garage to

Lawrence Haggard and moving
it to sunny Spain.

Oh, my dead body.

You lot ought to know better than listen
to gossip in this village.

No work clothes.

What's that, Mr. Bembo, sir?

No work clothes.

What do you know about work
clothes, you old stoat?

You've never done a day's
work in your life.

No work clothes.

When that notice goes up, ordinary folk
will have to drink elsewhere.

Listen to me, you miserable beggars.

No such signs going up in this pub.

Stephen's the boss now.

And yes, he has plans.

And that's all right and proper.

But everyone has always been
welcome at the Maid.

And that's how it's going to stay.

Cheers.

Cheers.

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Take some vegetables, darling.

How's the Midsomer Film
Festival coming along?

Oh, great.

The erotica season sold
out straight away.

Don't worry.

I saved you a couple of tickets.

Oh, you must be joking.

-Oh, lovely.
-Thank you, darling.

Now, who on earth could that be?

It might be Dan.

-Dan?
-Dan who?
-Dan Scott, Dad.

I bumped into him in Causton.

He said he might be bringing some
paperwork over this evening.

Well, don't just leave him standing
on the doorstep, Tom.

How does the boy do it?

He must smell a free
wheel at 10 or not.

I've printed out those statistics
you were asking about.

Thank you, sir.

it's a sort of stew.

sort of stew?

it's my favorite mrs.

B.

Are you driving, Scott?

Yes, sir.

Then you won't be wanting
any wine, will you?

Time, please, ladies and gentlemen.

Here endeth the lesson
for today, gentlemen.

The landlord has called time.

Ah, come on, Michael.

One for the road.

Sorry, Clive, the bar is closed.

I bid you good night, gentlemen,
and sweet dreams.

So, who is it, then?

Who's the lucky bloke?

Mind your own business.

Give me a hand behind the bar, Bella.

Good evening, Mr. Cruickshank.

What are you doing here, Agate,
as if I didn't know?

Mr. Cruickshank owns the garage in the

high street and the handsome
house next to it.

Lovely property, great potential.

Well, you can stop licking your
lips, because I'm staying put.

You wave all the money
you like at me, I

won't roll over like some
people in this village.

Now, out of my way, Agate.

I'm off home to my lovely property.

He could be trouble.

Don't worry, he'll come round.

They all do in the end.

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Ho, Cheshire.

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Sir?

Come here, you fool.

Thank you for watching.

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SIREN WAILS

His name is Jamie Cruickshank.

He's worked at the local pub,
The Maid in Splendour.

His first impression's strange.

Am I right, George?

I know the victim.

I was in the maid only last night.

Nice lad.

I'm George.

I'm sorry.

Well, it looks like he was shot
from behind with both

barrels of a 12-gauge shotgun, ranged
between 5 and 10 yards.

Time of death?

Between 12 midnight and
4 AM last night.

Rough guess.

I'll retrieve the pellets and send them
to Ballistics after he's been x-rayed.

We'll need any fragments
of the wad as well.

Yes. There should be some in the
entry wound at that range.

This could be the lad's capture.

That's brand new, that.

Yeah. And Mr. Sykes has handed his gun over
to forensics for what it's worth.

Well, we'll need a list of all the people
with gun permits in the area.

Of course, what we really
need are the cartridges.

We can match the markings on the
firing pin with the gun.

Well, the woods are full
of old cartridges, sir,

but there are no new ones yet,
and none near the body.

Where's the divers?

They'll be here in about an hour.

Maybe they can find a murder weapon
along that stinking pond.

That looks recent, doesn't it?

Bag it, Scott Forensics might
pick up some prints.

Do you think he met someone
here last night, sir?

Well, someone's using the
place, that's for sure.

But somehow, don't quite see Jamie

Cruickshank affording a 30-quid
bottle of clout, do you?

Well, unless he nicked
it from the pub, sir.

Came up here with a friend,
had a couple

of drinks, started messing
around with a gun.

No, no, no.

If Jamie brought a friend back here,
chances are it'd be a girl.

Yeah, it's the sort of
place you bring totty

when you've got nowhere
else to go, isn't it?

That's beautifully put, as ever.

Thank you, sir.

Right now, Scott, you must
go and tell his family.

Let's get that over with.

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Well, he left the maid about 11, 15.

Don't know what time Jamie left.

He had cleaning up to do, I suppose.

Did Jamie have a girlfriend?

No.

He had better things to do.

He was going out with Bella Munday.

He was not.

He was until recently.

Bella Munday, did she
live in the village?

Yes, she works at the restaurant
and the maid with her mother.

Did Jamie have a shotgun?

Of course he did.

It's locked up with mine.

Do you mind if we have a look?

When was the last time the
guns were used, sir?

Well, a couple of weeks ago, before
he cleaned them bullsense.

Oh, Jamie was happy it made.

Michael Bannerman, he
made this village.

And now Stephen and that bastard Lawrence
Haggard are trying to tear it apart.

Who's Lawrence Haggard?

Incomer. Thinks he's going to use
this village like a supermarket.

He's bought the manor, he's bought the
rectory, now he's trying to buy me.

Will you listen to yourself?

Our son has just been murdered, and you're
going on about Lawrence Haggard.

But this has nothing to
do with our Jamie.

She's not wrong, sir.

All he's worried about is some bloke
trying to buy his garage.

People express grief in
different ways, Scott.

Yes, sir.

Where to now?

The Maid in Splendour.

Let's take a look at this famous pub.

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You're going to be all right.

Good morning.

I'm sorry, sir, we aren't open yet.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby from Causton CID.

I'm looking for Mr. Michael Bannerman.

I'll take you to his office.

-That's kind.
-And you are?

Audrey Munday.

This is my daughter, Bella.

This way, please.

I'd like to talk to you as soon
as I finish, Mr. Bannerman.

Yes, of course. We're going to have
to talk to you as well, later.

Scott!

I was in the snug when
Stephen called time.

I did a tour, said goodnight to everybody,
and then went upstairs.

Jamie was collecting glasses
in the lounge, I think.

You went upstairs to do
what, Mr. Bellman?

Oh, I live on the premises, Inspector.

After my wife passed away, I moved
into a little flat upstairs.

So you don't know.

Well, you can't know what
time Jamie left the pub.

No, I pray not.

What sort of lad was Jamie, sir?

Oh, he was terrific, very popular,
good worker, always cheerful.

Everyone in the village liked Jamie.

I believe he was going out with a
girl who works here, Bellamundi.

Yes, yes, he was very keen
on her, I believe.

He is, according to his
mother, anyway.

I understand Jamie was into guns.

Into guns, if you mean, did he shoot?

Yes, he did.

Hunting, shooting, and
fishing are very

popular in these parts,
I'm happy to say.

Do you shoot, Mr. Bellamundi?

Not anymore, no.

When my wife died, I had a, well,
a bit of a heart problem.

I'm fit as a fiddle now, but I handed
my gun over to Stephen.

You also handed the pub over.

Yes, yes, yes, shown the red card.

Yes, no, I was told to
take things easy.

Stephen's the boss now, and he's
doing a great job, too.

The Maiden Splendid,
what's that about?

Oh, that's a local legend.

A young knight goes off to the Crusades
before he can marry his beloved.

And she vows to wait
for him, but by the

time he gets back, he's old,
broken by the war.

She's still as beautiful as
ever, hasn't aged a day.

So to free her from her obligation, he

dives into Lake Splendour and drowns.

Lake Splendour?

That's a stagnant pond
up by Hunter's Wood.

The name's ironic, at least
it is these days.

So the knight chucks himself
in the pond, end of story?

No, no, no, the maid
was brokenhearted.

She still loved him, you see.

Despite his age and infirmity.

So she threw herself in
the lake after him.

Hence, the Maid in Splendour.

That's what I like, happy ending.

They took my gun away.

To test it.

I hope you don't think that I had
anything to do with that.

You know...

No, Wesley, I don't.

You're about the only person
around here I trust.

I think Jamie left before me.

I was waiting for mom.

I took coffee and sandwiches up to
Mr. Bannerman just before 11.

We talked for about 10 minutes.

Then I came downstairs to cash
up in the restaurant.

Jamie came in to say good night,
but quarter past 11.

Then I drove Bella home.

Did Jamie mention where he
was going that night?

No. Well, he asked me if I wanted
to go into Causton.

I said I was going out.

But you didn't go out, did you?

It changed my mind.

I was tired, so I went home with mum.

You went out with Jamie
for a bit, didn't you?

We only went out a couple of times.

He was very nice, Jamie.

But he was a bit, you know,
young for his age.

Did you ever go up to the old cottage
in Hunter's Wood with Jamie?

No, I did not.

We do have to ask these
questions, I'm afraid.

Did Jamie have any enemies
that you know of,

anyone in the village he
didn't get on with?

Jamie got on with everyone.

Except his dad.

His dad hated him working here.

Why?

Michael Bannerman is a very popular
man in the village, Inspector.

Now that Stephen Bannerman
has taken over the maid,

well, Michael Bannerman's
a hard act to follow.

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Mr. Bannerman, do you
mind if I ask you a

couple of questions about
Jamie Crookshank, sir?

OK.

Make it snappy.

We open in a quarter of an hour.

Business as usual, eh?

That's right.

I'm sorry about Jamie.

He was a good kid.

Life must go on.

Yeah.

Tell me, did Jamie leave the
pub last night, sir?

He came in and said goodnight
about 11.15.

What do you think he was doing
up in Hunterswood, then?

Moving around, I expect.

And what did you do after the pub closed
last night, Mr. Bannerman?

Me?

Sat down here, did some paperwork.

-On your own?
-Yeah.
-For how long?

About an hour, hour and a half.

VAT, bloody nightmare.

Then what did you do?

Went home.

What do you think?

Got in about half one.

Do you shoot, sir?

Yeah, I do.

When did you last use your gun?

I used it this morning.

Got a rabbit for the pot.

Thank you.

Uh, well, it's, uh, it's
just one thing.

What can you tell us about the relationship
between Jamie and, uh, Bella Mundy?

A relationship, was it?

Well, we heard she dumped him.

He was a bit miffed.

Jamie was going out with Bella.

It was in his dreams.

He was pestering her, that's all.

Told him to pack it in.

He was interfering with their work.

So, what do you make of that?

Typical country boozer, sir.

It's full of yokels and nutters.

Thank you, Scott.

That's very useful.

Yeah. And as for the maid, bloke
comes back from the war,

his fiance's still a bit of a looker,
so he jumps in a pond.

And then she jumps in afterwards.

I mean, you've got to be kidding me.

Word of advice about your interviewing
technique, Scott.

Sir?

Drooling, Sergeant.

When taking statements from attractive

female witnesses, it is
not in the manual.

Drooling, sir?

Drooling, sir.

What's ruling?

Time, please.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you finish
your drinks up, please?

All right, you lot, haven't
you got homes to go to?

-Brandy.
-Large one.

Clive, old friend, you should be
home looking after Maureen.

It's all right, Clive.

Here we go.

Large brandy, on the house.

What?

In fact, let's make that drinks
all around shall we

What's got into you?

Well, pretty soon, I shan't
be able to enjoy

the pleasure of sharing a drink
with you gentlemen.

This bar's coming down.

I'm extending the restaurant.

I knew it.

Frankly, I can't wait.

You ever wonder why you lot are the
only people who use this bar?

Because people come in, they
see Wurzel Gummidge

here, an old dossu who smells
like a badger's armpit...

Oh!

..and you.

A miserable old piss artist
who only opens his mouth

to moan so they turn around and
walk straight out again

I've been wanting to do this for
as long as I can remember.

You're barred, Crookshank, for life.

If you show your face
in this pub again,

I'm going to give the beating
of your life.

For the love of God, Stephen, the
poor man's just lost his son.

Michael won't stand for this.

He isn't the governor anymore.

I am.

Now get out.

You just made a very big mistake.

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We reckon that was uncalled
for, Stephen.

I don't care what you reckon!

So you're going to give me the
beating of my life, are you?

Well, come on, man.

Put that down, you daft old bugger.

You apologize to me right
now in front of

everyone here, or I'll
blow your brains out.

I don't think so, Crookshank.

Never could hit bugger
all with that thing.

Come on, Clive.

You don't have to wave a gun around
to get a drink in here.

This is between me and Stephen.

Calm down, lad.

Calm down.

Give me that before there's
an accident.

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Come on, I'll walk you
back home to Maureen.

Well, we'll keep this between
ourselves, shall we?

Clive here has got enough
on his plate as it is.

Woof, woof, woof.

No work clothes.

You, out.

Entry wound's about three
inches across, so

my guess is he was shot from
four or five yards.

Pellets were lead birdshot.

Tight use for birds, a small game.

Like every other shotgun in Midsomer.

What about the wadding?

Yeah, that's gone to ballistics too.

It looked like 12 gauge to me.

Any sign of a struggle
before the shooting?

No, not a mark on him otherwise.

Has the murder weapon turned up yet?

No.

Chances are he knew the
killer, went up to the

wood to meet him, and it all
went horribly wrong.

Oh.

So, George, you are a regular at
the Maid in Splendour, are you?

I pop in now and then,
have a beer with

Michael Bannerman, if he's
around, talk fishing.

What about the son, Stephen?

I hardly know Stephen.

Oh, come on, George.

You've met him, Tom.

Not exactly overburdened
with charm, is he?

No, he's not.

And he's not trusted in the village.

Rumor is he's on the payroll of
that developer chap, Haggard.

What about the girl Jamie was going
out with, Bella, Bella Mundy?

She works in the restaurant
with her mother.

I don't see them around very much.

There was something rather
odd recently.

Like what?

I was in the snug one night with Michael
and that old rogue Benbow.

We were talking about pike
fishing, as I recall.

It was late, pub being closed
for about an hour or so.

And on my way out, I saw Stephen and
Bella near the side entrance.

-And why?
-Why was that odd?

Well, I can't be sure, but it seemed
to me they were in a clinch.

Now, look, it was Dark Tom, so for God's
sake, don't read too much into it.

Well?

Divers drew a blank in the pond, sir.

No murder weapon.

No luck in the wood either.

They found plenty of
old cartridges, but

no new ones near the
scene of the crime.

What about the gun?

Double barrel, 12 gauge.

George Bullard was right
about the shot.

Standard size for small
birds and game.

Same for the choke, so it's not
a villain's sawn off job.

No reports of any shotguns
being stolen, I suppose?

No, sir.

These are all the planet
holders in the region.

They are all there, sir.

Steve Bannerman, Wesley,
the Cruickshanks,

even that property developer,
Blake Haggard.

You could call them all
in, get ballistics

to fire them, compare the
pellet and the wad.

Yes, we could.

But it's not 100% reliable, is it?

And it's also very expensive.

We could use it as a threat, though.

How do you mean?

Pretend to call in all the
shotguns to test them.

See how certain people react to that.

Oh, which people?

Well, how about kicking off
with Stephen Bannerman?

Why him? Stephen doesn't have an alibi
for the night of the murder.

And there's also a couple of things

going on involving him and
Jamie Cruickshank.

Could you go and see Stephen, then?

Tell him you might want to test
his gun at some point?

It would be a pleasure, sir.

I'm going to give this Lawrence
Haggard the once over.

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Hello, Cully.

What are you doing here?

Well, actually, I was
coming to see you.

Really?

Yes.

There's a Bergman season
at the Film Society.

We were talking about it, remember?

Oh, yeah, right, yeah.

Well, I was thinking about Wednesday.

I don't mind which one we see.

I love them all.

Wednesday?

Excellent.

Good.

I'll see you then.

See you, Dad.

Bye, Cully.

Um, that's a bit heavy.

I don't know.

Might be Casablanca.

You could watch that again.

Casablanca?

Yeah.

Ingrid Bergman's in Casablanca,
isn't she?

Holland and Holland, look
at the chasing.

Oh, yeah.

It's lovely, that.

120K each.

Not really a gun person,
are you, Inspector?

In my job, they only mean trouble.

Yes.

Well, I suppose they do.

Shall we?

I usually have a glass of
champagne around, eh?

Well, let me see.

I was having dinner at
the Maid with Amanda

here, my PA, and Marcus Poole,
a colleague of mine.

We left at closing time, walked back
here, and sat up talking till what?

Um, 2 in the morning?

Did you see Jamie Cruickshank at all
in the course of the evening?

I don't think so.

He generally works in one
of the other bars.

I did see his father, though.

When was that?

When we were leaving.

He was coming out of the snack bar, had
a few drinks, but I'd look at him.

I believe you're trying
to buy his garage.

His garage is failing
badly, Inspector.

I made him a very generous offer.

Do you have some sort of business
arrangement with Stephen Bowman?

We may have paid him the occasional
consultancy fee, I suppose.

Consultancy fee?

Yes, I see. It must be useful
to have someone on

board who knows the village,
who's in debt, and

so on, and might be susceptible
to a generous offer.

You need an edge in business.

Stephen helped me buy that garage
on the Causton Road.

Now you come to mention it, yes.

I think he did.

Sells the cheapest petrol
in the county, I'm told.

No wonder Clive Cruickshank's
garage is failing.

You have done your homework,
Inspector.

Well, you do need an edge in
police work, Mr. Haggard.

And why would you be wanting
to take my gun?

It's for tests.

What kind of tests?

Well, the ballistics people
will fire the gun,

then compare the wad and
pellets with those

from the gun that was used to
kill Jamie Cruickshank.

It's just routine, sir.

Why me?

It's not just you, sir.

We'll be asking everyone
who can't account for

their movements on the night
Jamie was killed.

I'm not sure I want you taking my gun.

I use it most days, you see.

Well, I'm terribly sorry to inconvenience
you, Mr. Bannerman.

Tell you what, we'll
get a court order.

That'll make it easier for you.

Don't bother.

I can account for my movements.

How?

Me and Lorna left the pub
at around 20 to 12.

She dropped me off at
Lawrence Haggard's.

I was there till 2, maybe
3 in the morning.

Why didn't you tell us this
before, Mr. Bannerman?

Because it's my bloody business.

And nobody around here can
keep their mouth shut.

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Hello.

Are you all right?

I still can't believe what
happened to Jamie.

Yeah, well, uh, you'll be in shock.

We all are.

I suppose that's why everyone's
acting so strangely.

There was this really big row
in the snug the other night.

Clive Crickshank was really drunk,
so Stephen threw him out.

Stephen must be a hard
man to work for.

He's all right.

Mom doesn't like it so much
now his dad's retired.

What about your dad, Bella?

He died when I was five.

He had cancer.

Oh, I'm sorry. I've got a big mouth.

It's OK.

Thanks for asking.

You still got my card?

I think so.

Here's another one, just in case.

Give me a call at any time.

That's my mobile number.

Thanks, Dan.

You're very nice.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Come round when you've logged out.

We'll sign the paperwork.

Not tonight.

There are too many people
sticking their

noses in after this Jamie
Cruickshank business.

It has to be tonight, Stephen.

We're heading back to town first
thing in the morning.

All right.

Give me half an hour.

I'll come round on foot.

Best chance anyone will see me.

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Hello.

Where the hell are you off to?

Shotgun, I get, on close range,
by the look of it.

No sign of the murder weapon,
sir, and no cartridges.

Who made the call?

Lawrence Haggard, sir.

He had the shots. His
house is just there.

You say he was coming here to see you.

Yes.

The awful thing is he didn't
want to come at first.

Why not?

In case anyone saw him.

You know village gossip.

That's why he came on foot.

Why?

Why did he want to see you?

Because Marcus is heading back
to town first thing.

We had to close the deal tonight.

Sorry, what deal would that be, sir?

We're buying the maid in Splendour.

That's why Stephen was
worried about gossip.

Of course, he was going to
carry on running it.

Nothing would have changed.

Except the profits.

So you came back from the pub to
here to wait for Stephen, yes?

That's what I said.

Who else knew Stephen was
coming here tonight?

No one as far as I know.

As I said, he didn't want anybody in the
village to know what he was up to.

Well, what about his wife?

His father?

Particularly them.

The murderer must have known that Stephen
Bannerman was going to use that path.

Stephen wasn't exactly short
of enemies, was he?

Clive Crookshank was in the pub the
other night causing mayhem.

Stephen threw him out, apparently.

When did you find that out?

I bumped into Bella Mando.

She mentioned it. Well, why
didn't you tell me?

Sorry, sir.

It sort of slipped my mind.

Anyway, Stephen was still alive at that
point, so it didn't seem so important.

I will decide what is
important, Sergeant.

-Yes, sir.
-Scott.
-Sir?

If your mental faculties are
going to go AWOL every

time you bump into somebody
like Bella Mando, you

and I are going to fall out big
time, as you would say.

♪

Mum will look after you.

You know how much she loves you.

No more, Michael.

Please.

You'd better go home now.

♪

♪

♪

♪

What are you doing?

Did you know that your husband was going
to meet Lawrence Haggard last night?

No.

Did you know that Stephen was doing
a deal with Lawrence Haggard?

Stephen had been helping him out.

I knew that. No, I'm talking about Stephen
selling Lawrence Haggard this pub.

He wouldn't, not without telling me.

Lorna, we can't knock that door down.

-It's a load-bearing.
-Not now.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Bann.

I didn't know he was coming today.

Where can I find Michael
Bannerman, please?

In the snug.

You won't get much sense out of him.

He's been up all night drinking
with that Benbow creature.

Mr. Bannerman, I'm very
sorry about your son.

Did you know Stephen was going to
see Lawrence Haggard last night?

He's in no state to answer questions.

What about you, Mrs. Mundy?

Did you know?

No. I knew nothing about
it, nor did Bella.

So nobody knew that Stephen was going
to see Lawrence Haggard last night?

-No.
-Don't you listen?

Did you see him leave the pub?

No.

Mr. Bannerman had an early night.

I took him up some supper just
before closing time.

And did you know that Stephen was

planning to sell the maid
to Laurence Hackett?

Don't talk rubbish, Matt.

What about you, Mr. Bamboe?

Did you know about it?

Me?

No, no.

No, I know about drinking in pubs.

I don't know nothing
about selling them.

I think you know what goes on in Midsomer
Worthy better than anyone else.

I'm on my hook.

Let's get you to bed.

-You'd be able to manage?
-Of course.

That looks like the old
cottage in the wood.

Ah, yes.

Michael used to, uh, rent it for

hunting parties and, um,
picnics in the summer.

It was a real village in them days.

In the good old days?

Well, I suppose they was, yes.

The trouble is, nobody tells
you the time, do they?

Do you still go up to the cottage?

Me?

No, no, no.

No, my courting days are long over.

I wasn't thinking about courting.

No, I know you wasn't.

So who benefits most from
Stephen's death, eh?

Well, his wife, for starters.

One minute, he's selling the
pub behind her back.

The next minute, she's the boss.

And she's not wasting any time
by the looks of things.

That's true.

Mind you, any of that lot could have
done the deed, couldn't they?

They all stood to lose if
Stephen sold the pub.

Yeah, but they were all working and or

drinking at the time of Stephen's
death, weren't they?

What about Clive Crookshank, sir?

Clive Crookshank.

Yeah.

Let's go see what he was
doing last night.

♪

♪

You're looking for your husband,
Mrs. Crookshank.

He's indoors.

I'm going for his shoes off.

Mrs. Cruickshank, the
cap that Jamie was

wearing that night, that
was new, wasn't it?

Yes, and his jacket as well.

They're a present from
his father and me.

Mike worked in a pub, but he
was a country boy at heart.

oh

Ooh!

Been celebrating, sir?

Mm.

Oh, you're talking about young
Stephen Bannerman.

No, I haven't.

I didn't like the man, I admit that,
but I wouldn't wish him dead.

You threatened him with a shotgun,
Mr. Cruickshank.

Who told you that?

A little bird told me.

Oh, well, we just had a few
drinks, that was all.

Gun wasn't even loaded.

So where were you last night,
Mr. Cruickshank?

Carston, angling club meeting.

Yeah, I came back with Wesley
and a couple of the others.

We didn't get back until after
1 o'clock, by which

time you lot were all encamped
on the bridle path.

So it wasn't me that
killed him, was it?

-Great.
-Yeah.

-Yeah, I'll tell him.
-Thanks.

We've got some prints of that wine bottle
we found in the cottage, sir.

No matches yet, though.

Well, we'll need some prints on the
bodies for comparison, won't we?

Being done, sir.

So what's the story?

Jamie and Stephen died because
the pub was going to be sold.

No, I think the story goes back
much further than that.

Like what, sir?

I think it's a love story, Scott.

You think Bella's involved, sir?

Don't want her to be, but yes, yes.

Maybe I could pop in
and see her later.

You know, sort of unofficially.

Maybe I could get her chatting,
and then she could.

Thank you for the offer, Scott.

But now, look, we've got
a couple of things to

find out before dealing
with the lovely Bella.

What things, sir?

Like whose fingerprints are
on that wine bottle, and

whether Stephen and Jamie were
shot with the same gun.

Ballistics will have the
results tomorrow.

Right.

Okay, guys.

I'm sorry. I thought you
said Ingrid Bergman.

Ingmar Bergman.

-Right.
-Gotcha.

So the bloke playing chess,
he's supposed to be death.

Is that it? I don't know why you're
pretending to be interested.

You slept through most of it.

-No, I didn't.
-I just.

Right here.

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

So then he spots this woman
and hares off after her.

That's the last I saw of him.

I'm sure there's some explanation.

Don't count on it.

That is probably him now.

♪

♪

♪

She was behaving suspiciously, so I
followed her to the churchyard.

Then Michael Bannerman was there
at his wife's grave.

And?

Well, then they had a bit of a chat,
and then they, uh, you know.

No, I do not know, Scott.

What? Well, they had a
bit of a cuddle, sir.

Or perhaps she was consoling him.

Well, that's one way of looking
at it, I suppose.

Like you said, people express
grief in different ways.

Aren't you forgetting
something, Scott?

Sir?

Cully.

Cully.

I'd better go and find him.

Scott, she's here.

Here?

Yes, Sergeant.

And she's dying to speak to you.

♪

Sir?

How's Mr. Benbow?

Oh, he inhaled a bit of
smoke, that's all.

They're going to keep him in the hospital
overnight, just in case.

You know, he's lucky those
wooden tops at

the scene of the crime
heard him shouting.

Those wooden tops should never have let
him in here in the first place.

What did he claim he
was doing up here?

Oh, he had a few drinks,
thought he'd sleep

it off, knocked over a candle,
then, uh, bosh.

Only a few hours after we'd
asked him about the place.

Now there's a coincidence.

Do you think he set the
fire on purpose?

I think Mr. Benbow's a cunning old
-and-so, that's what I think.

Scott, will you go and stand
in that doorway?

What?

Go on.

Jamie Cruickshank's cap was
brand new, wasn't it?

As was his jacket.

Yes, sir.

Both very similar to Stephen
Bannerman's.

Now, if Jamie Cruickshank
had come up here that

night to meet someone, someone
who didn't know

about his new outfit, and Jamie
stood in that doorway.

You mean the murderer thought
that Jamie was Stephen?

Yes.

Perhaps, yes.

Come on.

Uh, sir?

What?

Come on, sir.

M.B.

and A.M.

Michael Bannerman and
Audrey Munday, sir?

Maybe that's what Benbow
was trying to describe.

Well, why?

Audrey's a widow.

Michael's a widower.

They're both free to do
what they want, Scott.

Yes, sir.

But I'd say those were done long
before Michael's wife died.

Oh, yeah.

You're right.

Like you said, sir, maybe
it's an old story.

Look, I realize this is a difficult
time, Mrs. Bannerman.

But at least let me outline the proposals
that I made to your husband.

You're wasting your time.

I don't care what you discussed
with Stephen.

The pub is not for sale.

It's time we talked

Well, can't wait to start tearing
the place apart, eh?

It's my pub now.

Which is why we need to talk.

Get on with it then.

The architect reckons we can get five double
rooms upstairs with full-on suite.

You're going to have to move
out of the flat, Michael.

I need it.

I see.

You can stay till the funeral.

It was a bad day when
you married Stephen.

Bad for all of us.

This business is tearing
Midsomer Worthy apart.

It's a great shame.

Tell me about Michael Bannerman
and Audrey Mundy, George.

What about them?

They were having an affair,
weren't they?

Look, you know how I hate gossip, Tom.

And it all started long before Michael's
wife died, didn't it?

Look, when Audrey's husband died, Michael
looked after her and the girl.

He was very good to them.

There was talk, yes, and
when Susan died, a

lot of people thought Michael
would marry Audrey.

But he didn't.

No Excuse me, dr.

Bullard, sir.

It's looking like Jamie
Cruickshank and

Stephen Bannerman were killed
by the same gun

Oh, good.

Yeah.

Now, Stephen Bannerman's prints
were on the wine bottle, but

there are some other prints there
as well, some smaller ones.

A woman's, George?

Possibly.

Bella Monday?

Well, there's one way to find out.

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

You can talk to us alone
if you want to, Bella.

You told me that you never
went up to the

old cottage in the wood with
Jamie Cruickshank.

Well, I hadn't.

Did you ever go up there
with Stephen Bannerman?

No.

My daughter would never
do such a thing.

We found an empty wine bottle in the cottage
with Stephen's fingerprints on it.

And what's that got to do with me?

Well, there was somebody else's fingerprints
on that bottle, too.

Could be a woman's.

Are you saying you think they're
Bella's fingerprints?

Well, I would like to
see if they match.

And if they do, so what?

Bella works at the maid.

She could have handled
that bottle any time.

Who said the wine was from the pub?

You did.

No.

No, I didn't.

Mum's right.

It was.

Stephen asked me to fetch
it from the cellar.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid!

I'm sorry

Stephen was going to sell the
pub to Lawrence Haggart.

We were going to go to America.

We were going to have children.

Lorna isn't interested in children.

All she's interested in is money.

Bella, when was the last time you went

up to the cottage with
Stephen Bannerman?

The night before.

The night before Jamie died.

I got there early.

I wanted to surprise him.

You are beautiful.

-Come here.
-How beautiful.

Come here and I'll tell you.

That's my favorite thing.

I thought I heard something.

It's probably a fox

I think there was someone there.

Someone watching us.

But you know something?

I didn't mind.

I was glad.

I wanted everyone to know
about Stephen and me.

Tell me again.

What happened the night
Jamie was killed?

Stephen and I were going to
go to the old cottage.

But then something came up.

Stephen couldn't make it.

We'd like you to look at our proposal.

We think you'll be as
excited as we are.

Okay.

I'll be round in about two minutes.

Can't you see him tomorrow?

Haggard is going to make me
an offer for the pub.

This is important, Bella.

This is our ticket out of here.

Okay.

But you better find time tomorrow.

Soon we'll have all the
time in the world.

Are you sure Michael didn't overhear
your conversation with Steve?

No.

He was at the other end
of the corridor.

There's a cupboard there.

Sometimes he asks me to put
a whiskey in it for him.

Bella!

You know he's supposed
to be cutting down.

If Michael asked me for a drink,
I can't say no, can I?

Excuse me.

Hello?

Yes, Scott?

Did you know about Bella and Stephen?

Yes.

I tell Mum everything.

I tried to talk her out of it.

Stephen said he was going
to leave Lorna.

I told her not to believe him.

I told her it was the oldest
lie in the book.

Bella, would you mind if I had a private
word with your mum, please?

It's all right.

Is that what Michael said to you?

That he intended to leave
his wife for you?

He's been a good friend to me,
and to Bella, for 20 years.

And he was my boss.

And that's all you need
to know about my

relationship with Michael
Bannerman, Inspector.

I got a call from the hospital, sir.

They found a couple of shotgun cartridges
in one of Benbow's pockets.

Well, what's unusual about that?

The man's got a shotgun, hasn't he?

Spent cartridges?

Why hang on to those?

What did Benbow say?

Oh, he denies all knowledge, sir.

Oh, he does, does he?

How much longer I got to stay in here?

I'm a busy man.

I got things to do.

And the food is muck

Oh.

What's that, then?

You tell me, Sunshine.

They're in your pocket.

Oh, they never were.

Mr. Bambo, last night you partially
destroyed a scene of crime.

Perhaps you'd like to find out what
the food is like on remand.

Oh, them!

Were they fired from your gun?

No, they never were, no.

I found them in the wood.

Near the old cottage?

About 100 yards from there.

The wood is full of spent
cartridges, Mr. Bamber.

Why keep them?

Because they puzzle me.

What's there to be puzzled about?

See, the thing is, long as I'm in
here, I can't earn a crust.

I got my overage, you know,
just like everybody else.

Oh.

Look at the name down the side.

Wilkinshaw.

Wilkinshaw went out of business.

They ain't made a shotgun
cartridge in years.

Michael!

I've been looking everywhere for you.

And I saw your car parked in the lane.

I haven't been up here for ages.

She's throwing me out.

What?

Lorna.

She's throwing me out of the pub.

Good.

You need to get away from that place.

So do I.

Now's our chance, Michael.

I need more time, Audrey.

There isn't any more time.

You've used it all up.

Laurence Hager made me an
offer on the cottage.

What?

I'm going to see him this afternoon,
and I'm going to accept it.

Bella and I are moving away, Michael.

You can't do that.

You

can't leave me after all these years.

You want me to stay?

Yes.

Then marry me.

♪

Those cartridges, Scott, they must have
been bought before the 1988 act.

Thank you.

And the law was extremely lax.

Anyone could get hold
of a shotgun permit.

So old cartridges could
mean an old gun.

Before the 88 act, shotguns didn't
have to be registered.

When the act came into force, a lot of people
didn't renew their certificates.

But they hung on to the guns.

Indeed they did, yeah.

There's no point going through
these records, then.

Well, perhaps not those kind
of records, Scott.

What we need is a different
kind of record.

Like what, sir?

Like what, sir? Like a pictorial
kind of record.

♪

Who is this?

It's Michael.

Mum's not here.

It's you I want to see, Bella.

Mum was looking for you.

Yes, and she found me.

We had a very good talk, brother.

I'm glad.

You all right?

No, I need to talk to you.

Let's go for a drive.

I'm supposed to wait here for mum.

This is important, Bella,
for you and your mother.

Concerns the future.

And there's something
I need to show you.

Hello?

Gosh, she didn't waste
much time, did she?

-Oh.
-Oh.

Oh.

Yes.

What's that?

Ah.

There was one of the
Bannermans and the

Mundies up by the old cottage
in Hunter's Wood.

-Is that there?
-Yeah, I remember it.

Bingo.

There's Michael Bellarmine
with his gun,

presumably the one he passed
on to Stephen.

And that must be Audrey's
husband with his gun.

And he died, what, 17 years ago?

Audrey didn't apply for a permit
or register the gun after 88.

Well, like you said, maybe
it was stuck in the

back of the cupboard, along
with the old cartridges.

What's that for?

Ah, I might, uh, get myself a
nice pigeon for my supper.

I really should be getting back.

Bella, I've always been good
to you, haven't I?

Yes.

Looked after you and your mom.

Yes, you have.

Then do me this one small favor.

All right.

Come on, get up on it.

♪

funny

Bye.

♪

I've just been talking
to Laurence Haggart.

You won't believe what he's offered
me for the cottage.

♪

Bella?

Mrs. Munday.

What do you want?

May we come in?

Our little secret.

I'd like to ask you some
questions, Mrs.

Mundy, about your late
husband's shotgun.

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

He did have a shotgun, didn't he?

Years ago, yes.

Why?

Have you still got it?

No, I haven't.

What became of it after he died?

I can't remember.

It was 17 years ago.

Well, maybe you forgot about it.

You wouldn't mind if we had a quick
look around, would you?

Yes, I would mind, very much indeed.

All right. In that case, DS Scott
here will apply for a search

warrant, and we will continue this conversation
at Causton Police Station.

Michael?

You all right?

Yeah.

I just saw something up in Hunter's Wood,
but I ain't sure what to make of it.

What was that?

Michael Bannerman and your Bella.

Up in Hunter's Wood.

He was heading for the old cottage.

And Michael, he had a gun.

Ah, this will do us.

Got to get back soon.

I used to come up here
with your mother.

I know.

Carved our initials on a beam in the
old cottage, like silly kids.

I think it's romantic.

Yeah.

Oh, give us a hand here.

This one's killing me.

Oh, thank you.

That's wonderful.

Mum's very unhappy.

She thinks you don't love her anymore.

I know.

That's what we were talking about.

It's all sorted out now.

Really?

Are you going to get married?

That would be wonderful.

No, I, uh, I can't marry
your mother, Bella.

Why not?

♪

♪

Oh

Look at it carefully.

I've seen this loads of times.

It's one of the snug.

Look at your mother.

What about her?

Who does she remind you of?

I don't know.

No one.

It's just mom when she was young.

It's you, Bella.

She looks like you.

She does not.

Her nose is bigger and her
eyes are closer together.

Yeah, you're right.

You're more beautiful
than she ever was.

No, I'm not.

You look more like Audrey
than she ever did.

That doesn't make sense.

Does to me.

That's the reason I can't marry
your mother, but I can.

Because I'm in love with you.

No, don't say that.

I realized when Susan died, and
I realized whatever time was

left for me, the only person I wanted
to share it with was you.

No, please, don't say
things like that.

So I've made a decision.

What are you doing?

♪

♪

I want to ask, Bella, if there's
a chance, any chance at

all, that you and I could make
some sort of a life together.

Please put the gun down.

If the answer is no.

I've decided I can't go on.

So what's it to be?

I'll always be your friend, Michael.

You know that.

My friend, that's not the answer
I was hoping to hear, Bella.

-What?
-Stop it!

♪

-Audrey...
-It's all right, Michael.

♪

♪

Bella, what did Michael say to you?

I want to know.

Tell me.

He said.

He said he loved you,
more than anybody.

♪

When did you give Michael
Bannerman the shotgun?

I told you I didn't.

My husband must have given it to him.

Why should I believe you, Mrs. Mundy?

You've lied to me through
all this, haven't you?

You told me you didn't have an affair
with Michael Bannerman, but you did.

You said Bella wasn't having an affair
with Stephen Bannerman, but she was.

And you told me that you
went up to Michael's

flat and spoke to him on the
night Jamie was killed.

I carried coffee and sandwiches up to

Michael, Mr. Bannerman, just
before 11 o'clock.

We talked for about 10
minutes, and then I

came down and cashed up
in the restaurant.

Jamie came in to say goodnight
at about a quarter past 11.

But Bella saw Michael
downstairs at that

time, drinking a Scotch
she'd hid for him.

Soon we'll have all the time.

♪

And the night Stephen was killed,
you told me you took

some supper up to Michael because
he was having an early night.

And that was a lie, too.

Because Michael was waiting
for Stephen

on the footpath by Lawrence
Haggard's house.

I was wondering how Michael
could have known

that Stephen was going to be
walking along that path.

And then I remembered,
Haggard told me that

you'd been serving him that night.

It has to be tonight, Stephen.

We're heading back to town first
thing in the morning.

All right, give me half an hour.

You overheard Haggard and Stephen
arranging to meet, didn't you?

And you told Michael.

Didn't you?

Did Michael kill Stephen because
he was going to sell the pub?

Michael hated what Stephen
was doing to the pub.

And Jamie Crookshank, where does
Jamie fit into all this?

He adored Bella.

He was devastated when she dumped him.

He followed her one night.

Find out who she was seeing.

It was Stephen.

And Jamie told you about
it, didn't he?

Yes.

And you told Michael?

Yes.

And is that when he came to
you and asked for the gun?

He would never have asked for the gun.

I gave it to him.

What's this tonight?

Don't you recognize it?

Of course I do.

It belonged to your husband.

I want you to have it.

And then I told him about Stephen and
the pub and Stephen and Bella.

He flew into a rage.

I've never seen anything like it.

What was it that made
Michael so angry?

Stephen's plans to fill the pub.

You don't think it was jealousy?

What do you mean?

When he found out about
Stephen and Bella.

That's what sent him into
his rage, isn't it?

No.

This is what it's all about, isn't it?

Michael was obsessed
with your daughter.

That's right, isn't it?

It was all Stephen's fault.

How could that be?

Stephen hated me.

He hated that Michael and
I loved each other.

Stephen would do anything
to keep us apart.

I just thought.

If Stephen wasn't there, then Michael
would come to his senses.

And things could go back
to the way they were.

Stephen wants me to meet him
tonight, up in the wood.

What shall I tell him?

Tell him you'll go.

OK.

Thanks, Mum.

♪

I thought you ought to know.

Stephen and Bella are going up
to Hunter's Wood tonight.

Weren't you afraid for Bella?

Well, I wasn't going to
let her go, was I?

And then Stephen told her that
he couldn't make it.

But by that time, Michael had left.

Poor Jamie

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

Oh, dear God.

Jamie.

And when you heard about Jamie, you knew
exactly what had happened, didn't you?

But you didn't go to the police.

You kept quiet, because Stephen
Bannerman was still alive.

Michael, we need to talk.

I'm in no mood to talk, Audrey.

Stephen is going to see Lawrence
Haggard in half an hour.

He's doing it, Michael.

He's going to sell Haggard
the maid in Splendour.

♪

Where the hell are you off to?

More to the point, where
are you off to?

Dad, are you pissed?

I want you to keep your hands
off her, Stephen.

Sorry, Dad, but it's legally
mine to sell.

I'm not talking about the pub!

My God.

Now I get it.

You sad old man.

♪

Charger, Scott.

Accessory to the murders of Jamie
Krupczak and Stephen Bannerman.

Mrs. Bannerman, I have to return
this to you, the photograph.

You can go straight in the bin.

Well, that's entirely up to you, as long
as you sign this for me first, please.

You've completely transformed
this place, haven't you?

We open next week.

Drop in for a drink on the house.

I don't think so.

Actually, I preferred
it the way it was.

No work, clothes.

Yeah. Do all my drinking
at the cricketers.

Badgers drift now.

Lucky badgers drift.

Hm.

Here.

I hear Audrey Munday's
going to prison.

Terrible business.

Yeah, it's terrible.

You're lucky you're not going
with her, Benbow.

Well, what do you mean?

Squirreling away those cartridges.

You had a bloody good idea where
they came from, didn't you?

No, I never.

You cross me in the future, old man,
I'll fit you up good and proper.

All right, all right.

Keep your hair on.

♪

So, Bella's not going to throw herself
into Lake Splendour, then.

Huh.

What?

Like, uh, what's her name?

Jumping in the lake after her fiancée.

Oh, don't do that.

Michael Bannerman?

He was having you on.

Girlie never chucked herself
into the lake.

The old knight come back
from the Crusades.

He goes straight to the manor.

And there, he sees her pleasuring
his brother.

So he drags him from the
bed, kills his brother,

stone dead, and then chucks
Girlie into the lake.

Now, that's what I call
a happy ending.

♪

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