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There they are.

I made those marks last year.

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Just look at it.

I knew I was right.

It's a yellow wroth.

And are you sure it's the only
one of its kind in the world?

Of course.

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It's got to be worth at
least 100,000 pounds.

I know someone who'll pay
a lot more than that.

Please don't get caught.

I'll phone you the moment I get home.

This is our crowning achievement,
Madeline.

It'll flower again in 12 months' time.

Perhaps now's the time
to call it a day.

You've been saying that for
as long as I've known you.

But this time, I mean it.

We'd miss it, Jimmy.

It's exciting.

Madam, a taxi here.

Thank you.

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Wee, wah,

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try your luck, ladies and gentlemen.

Only a pound a ticket,
or six for a fiver.

No, I'm sorry, ladies.

If you haven't got a zero, you
haven't got a prize, OK?

Maybe next time.

Roll up, roll up, ladies and gentlemen,
and try your luck.

Only a pound a ticket,
or six for a player.

Six tickets.

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Captain, want to try your luck?

Put me down for a fiver.

Good man.

So as I get your winning
tickets to the top,

remember, if you've got a nought,
you've got a winner.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

-There you are.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.

-60.
-Well, I've won, Barnaby.

-I've won.
-So you have, Captain.

Let us see what you have won.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, no.

Oh, the bloody tea, Cosy.

I won that thing last year.

Look, this time, be a good chap.

Pop it in with the compost, would you?

Roll up, roll up, try your
luck, try your luck,

wonderful, wonderful prizes,
ladies and gentlemen.

A pound a ticket.

Oh

Oh, shit.

That's the way to do it.

Thank you.

Stand by your beds.

Here they come.

Hello.

Good afternoon.

Let me introduce my research assistant,
Jonathan Makepeace.

And together we'd like to congratulate
the Midsummer

Malham Orchid Society for yet
another magnificent display.

And I'd like to thank Munro
Hilliard for hosting this

wonderful show in his perfectly
elegant Malham manor.

Before we hand out the
prizes, Jonathan

here has got some very exciting
news for you.

Ladies and gentlemen, it gives
me great pleasure to announce

a single monkey orchid is growing
again in a wood on the downs.

We need volunteers to mount
a 24-hour vigil

to protect it from poachers
while it's in bloom.

Your chairman, Mr. Hilliard, has
offered to organize a row-town.

I'll volunteer, Mr. Hilliard.

Good show, Mrs. Maitland.

And if any more of you would
care to give me your

names before the end of the
day, I'd be most grateful.

Now, it's over to you, Professor
Wynne-Stanley.

Well, goodness, the judging
wasn't easy this year.

But the winner of best plant
in show goes to...

Captain Tucker for his
miniature Cymbidium.

Congratulations.

Very well earned.

Thank you, Professor.

Second prize goes to Mr. Hilliard
for his Phalaenopsis Follet.

And third prize goes to Mr Plumber's
Dendrobium Nobile.

It was a close-run thing, Mr. Plower.

Yeah, well, we live to show
another day, don't we?

We do indeed.

Yeah.

Oh.

Well, ladies and gentlemen,
I think I can speak

for all of us when I thank Professor

Winn-Stanley for giving so generously
of her precious time.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

It's been a pleasure, and
see you next year.

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Poxy Third?

You mean you were beaten again
by Munro Hilliard?

Pompous old twit.

Just because he owns the place,
that's his right to win.

He only came second when
he was gutted.

You know what I think about
your bloody orchids?

Just fancy overpriced weeds.

And if you buy any more, you're
going to ruin us.

Can't you grow something we can eat?

How's it going?

Still a bottle of Rioja left.

You want to try for it?

Congratulations on yet another botanical
extravaganza, Mrs. Barnaby.

Oh, thank you, Miss Villiers.

Can I tempt you to the Tombola?

Pound a ticket or six for a fiver?

Yes, of course.

250?

That's a prize, isn't it?

It certainly is.

Thank you.

Eidecker's Guide to Switzerland.

Wonderfully serendipitous.

Thank you, Mr. Barnaby.

You know, I've got something at home
that you would literally kill for.

Is that a fact?

You'd remortgage your manor house here

and its grounds just to
get your hands on it?

The Hilliards don't have
mortgages, Henry.

Excuse me.

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I've done my horticultural
duty for today.

I'm off to London for some excitement.

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You're going to ruin us, you know.

How much did that one cost?

It's priceless.

Well, don't expect me
back for breakfast.

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Madeline!

Morning, Socrates.

Madeline, it's me, Harry.

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Did you touch anything, Harry?

No, of course not.

I only come here to change the heater.

Look, aren't you going to cover
her up or something?

Morning, sir.

Morning, sir.

This is Harry Rose.

He's the local handyman.

Builder, decorator, plumber, and
electrician, if you don't mind.

Yeah, that too.

He does some odd jobs
for Miss Villiers.

He found her.

Do you mind waiting outside, please?

No, of course not.

So we've got an old woman's list.

Suitcase, passport, Swiss money, cancel
papers and milk, hide safe key.

Could it have been the coronary?

Well, Harry Rose called the
local plod, and he called

me because he couldn't work out
what these stains were.

But he thinks she might
have topped herself.

She won this book on my tombola stand.

So we got something old.

Something very new.

A borrowed library book.

She had something blue.

Think she was going to Switzerland
to be married?

Married?

Yeah.

And if it all fell through,
well, she was jilted.

It's a reason for her to kill herself.

Oh, come and have a look at this, sir.

Hide safe key.

You think we should open it, sir?

Yes, we should.

Did you find the key?

No, sir.

Rose doesn't know where she kept it.

One of these old things, you
don't need one, do you?

Really?

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Where'd you learn to do that?

School of hard locks.

Oh, joy.

A diary.

Hmm.

Ante diem sextum nonas maxima vulva.

My Latin's a bit rusty, Scott, but I

think this is saying something
rather rude.

Ancient history?

No, no, no, no.

It's this year's diary.

This year's, this month's, this week.

She is a girl, isn't she?

She was.

Do you want to see? No,
thank you, sir.

Latin wasn't on the syllabus
at my local conferences.

It's safe breaking, no
doubt, wasn't it?

Oh, an account book,
by the looks of it.

And one not intended for inspection
by the tax man.

Not with all the sums written
out in Roman numerals.

Need to get this stuff translated.

George, seen the body?

Yes, I presume this is part of
the crime scene as well.

No, not exactly.

Sergeant Scott has got a unique but

highly effective way of
opening a locked safe.

How long has she been dead?

Certainly since last night.

So what makes you think it's anything
but natural causes?

Well, we've got these stains here.

Take a statement from Rose, will you?

See if we can trace her next of kin.

George, how's your Latin?

Purely medical, I'm afraid.

You want a translator?

Brother Robert up at Midsomer
Abbey, he's your best man.

The bonus is, his bees produce the
best honey I've ever tasted.

Harry Rose reckons she's
got no next of

kin, because she told him
once she was adopted.

She was a classic teacher at
Midsomer Ladies College.

Retired now, of course.

What about Rose?

He works for just about everybody
in the village.

Services everybody in the village?

Yeah, that too, sir.

Brother Robert?

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Brother Robert.

Good morning, sir.

Morning. I'm Detective Chief
Inspector Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Scott.

We've come about the translation.

Oh, yes.

Translation.

They weren't stinger, young
man, if you keep still.

Bless you.

Symbidium, odontiota, palaeonopsis,
pephiopedilum.

These are all orchids.

An odontiota orchid was sold for 500

pounds to a CM on the 6th
of September last year.

500 pounds for a flower?

Must be barking.

You'll need an expert for this.

Any suggestions?

Do you know Professor Winstanley?

My wife does.

She came to judge the flower
show the other day.

Now, Brother Robert, I'm afraid
this diary contains,

uh, well, lurid details of

rather robust sexual activity.

Really?

Hm.

Diae saturni, but canes
in via delicias

fecimus, venum vivimus et

interum fecit.

I see what you mean.

Saturday, we satisfied ourselves
like street dogs.

We drank wine and did
it again and again.

Hm.

Last night, I shudder to
recall he was impotent.

Tomorrow, therefore, I
shall rouse him not

only with my endearments,
but with a potion.

Uh, perhaps it's a little
unfair, given your

calling by Robert to ask you to
translate this, um, stuff.

Not at all.

Time for Vespers.

I'll let you know what
progress I'm making.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

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I'm terribly sorry inspector.

We've had a crisis with
our Strelitzias.

Well, these are beautiful,
aren't they?

This collection was started
by Sir Wilfrid

Hilliard, great traveler
and plant collector.

The grandfather of the current president
of the Midsomer Orchid Society.

I'm sure your wife must know him.

Well, I'm sure she does.

Jonathan, come and meet.

But you've met already, haven't you?

At the Malham Flower Show.

Yes.

-Morning.
-Morning.
-Now, I take it you

both knew Miss Madeleine Villiers?

Knew?

Yes, knew.

Oh, I'm sorry to be the
bearer of bad tidings.

Miss Villiers was found dead
yesterday morning.

Dead?

That's terrible.

But she was at the flower show.

Yes, she was.

She gave you three of
my tombola tickets.

And it seemed to me you
knew her quite well.

Well, yes, we both did.

Madeleine admired Jonathan's
devotion to our orchids.

Just that?

And I also advised her on
her magnificent garden.

I can't believe she's dead.

I mean, either is.

It's awful.

Sorry.

-I just...
-I just have a fever.

Look, let's go into the office.

This is very kind of you, thank you.

I'm intrigued.

Goodness me.

It appears that Madeleine has
been selling some of the

world's rarest orchids for considerable
amounts of money.

I mean, look at this one, for example.

The Phragmipedium kavachi,
that's from Peru.

It's an incredibly rare plant.

Sold on the 10th of July

to JK for lip VXC1X.

That's 5,999 pounds.

And Neophynetia falcata
variegated to CP

for 50,000 pounds.

-No.
-50 grand for a flower?

Rich old Japanese men collect them.

The little white flowers with
amazing leaves, beautiful.

Yeah, but 50 grand?

Good God, Jonathan, look at this.

Paphiopedilum rostralianum flathum.

Flathum doesn't exist anymore.

Well, yes, it does, according to this.

Paphiopedilum, what's that?

It's a slipper orchid from
pathos, meaning slipper.

It refers to the shape
of the bottom petal.

A yellow roth.

I don't believe it.

Sold to HP for

150,000 pounds.

Who's HP that price it's probably

Harry Potter or Henry Plummer

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Henry?

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Henry?

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Henry?

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How long has he been dead, George?

More than 36 hours.

Looks like he'd been out to dinner.

Perhaps the bill didn't
agree with him, sir.

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Mrs. Plummer?

I know this isn't easy, but
please bear with us.

Can you tell me, when did you
last see your husband alive?

Around 7.30 on Saturday night.

He was going into town
to see this play.

Well, some floozy actress, actually.

And where did you go, Mrs. Plummer?

Me?

I went up to London.

I got back yesterday after midnight.

Got up late, and when
I saw that his bed

hadn't been slept in, I
went looking for him.

Have you any idea why?

Yes.

I'll show you.

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When I left, this place was full
of the most beautiful flowers.

Only a madman would do
a thing like this.

Looks like it's been sprayed
with something, sir.

Weed killer?

You think this is why your husband
committed suicide?

I don't know.

But orchids were his passion.

He certainly loved them
more than he loved me.

Can you think of anyone
who would want to

destroy your husband's
orchid collection?

I was never part of that world.

I couldn't help noticing at
the flower show, you know.

It's very competitive, isn't it?

Orchid growers are jealous
to the point of lunacy.

But no orchid lover would destroy
the very plants they idolize.

And Henry's orchids didn't come cheap.

They certainly did not.

I have reason to believe
that your husband

recently paid out 150,000 pounds
for a very rare orchid.

Did you know anything about that?

150,000 pounds?

Where'd he get that kind
of money from?

I don't know.

I understood he was retired.

Still, there must be considerable
equity in this house.

Maybe, you know, he'd.

This was my parents' house.

The last thing I wanted to do
was come back and live here.

Henry may have been ready for
retirement, but I'm not.

Could he have raised
a loan against him?

He may have been reckless,
but not that reckless.

Mrs. Plummer, are you sure you don't know
anything about this very rare orchid?

No, I don't.

But if it ever existed, it's probably perished
along with the rest of them.

Will you excuse me?

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What's wrong, Harry?

I didn't think it was right
to tell you on the phone.

I can't make this any easier, Mr Fong.

She's dead.

Dead.

How can she be dead?

I spoke to her only last week.

I found her sitting in this chair that
morning, dressed in a Greek costume.

She looked very peaceful.

Where is she now?

Oh, the police took her.

She had her backpack ready
to leave with you.

They took that too.

Namo Amitabha Buddha, Buddha
Namo Amitabha.

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Who did this?

The police.

They took the books with them as well.

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Where's the orchid?

Well, she sold it.

How you told her to?

She was a remarkable woman, Harry.

And I know you took good care of her.

Thank you.

She was poisoned by hemlock.

Hemlock?

Carnium maculatum.

Great favorite of the Greeks.

In fact, an infusion of hemlock was
used to kill Socrates in 399 BC.

Bit before my time, Mr. Bullard.

So she booked a flight to Switzerland.

Suitcase was packed.

She was about to be married.

She was looking forward to
the honeymoon as well.

Pardon?

Well, I was thinking of
the knickers, sir.

Of course you were.

But I agree, it's a scenario that
can't include suicide, can it?

But a million quid's worth
of smuggled orchids.

Now, that could be a very good reason
why someone would kill her.

I tell you what I'd really
like to know, George.

Is if our Mr. Plummer here
really did hang himself.

I think it's time we
paid a visit to the

chairman of the Midsomer
Orchid Society.

We may have an orchid
war on our hands.

Thank you, George.

What knickers?

Yes? I'm Detective Chief
Inspector Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Scott.

What have you come to inspect?

Is Mr. Hilliard at home, please?

I'm afraid not.

Where would he be then, Chiefs?

He's on the dams, on orchid patrol.

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Are you sure this is the
right place, sir?

-Yes, I am.
-This is Pycroft Down.

That is Pycroft Woods.

And they're in there somewhere.

Watch your feet.

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You there!

Keep still!

What the...?

Don't move, I said!

Just, uh, calm down, sir.

Oh, don't step back!

Keep still!

Ah!

-Imbecile!
-Idiot!

Why didn't you stand still?

The first time it's flowered
in five years.

And you've trampled it
to death, you idiot.

Sorry about that.

Now I know where the expression
flat-footed copper comes from.

And you, sir, Mr. Hilliard, isn't it?

You could find yourself in jail for

threatening a police officer
with a lethal weapon.

Put it down.

It's about as lethal as I am.

And that could be more lethal
than you think.

As I seem to have found a quorum
of the Midsomer Orchid

Society out here on maneuvers,
I'll take this opportunity

to tell you that another of your members,
Henry Plummer, is dead.

Henry's dead?

Good god.

And somebody destroyed not one,
for which I do apologize.

Somebody destroyed his entire
orchid collection.

Anybody any idea who could
have done that and why?

Plummer was a parvenu, desperate for a
reputation among real orchid growers.

But he bought his plants rather
than grow them himself.

I'm sorry the poor man's
dead, but, well, he

wasn't exactly the most popular
of our members, was he?

No genuine collector would destroy a

single orchid, let alone
an entire collection.

Unlike Mr. Flatfoot here.

And where were you on Saturday
night, Mr. Hilliard?

Having dinner with the Lord
Lieutenant of the county

in the company of my wife, if
you really want to know.

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Thank you for that. Thank
you very much.

Something here, sir.

Miss Villiers took three trips to

Borneo in the last 12 months,
and one to Peru.

Borneo and Peru?

It's not bad for a retired
schoolteacher.

No, it is not.

On my pension, I'd be lucky to
get as far as Bournemouth.

Oh, still, we are not without influence
at our travel agents, are we?

Hello, Dan.

What can I do for you?

One-way ticket to Rio.

Why would I go to Rio when it's
all kicking off in midsummer?

We found this in Miss
Lillia's passport.

We think she had an account here.

Yes, well, she may have,
but all our records

are confidential under the
Data Protection Act.

I'll see you later.

Where are you going?

I'm going to get a search warrant.

Dan, I'm sure we can find
a way around it.

Come sit down.

Just don't tell anyone
about it, that's all.

Grows my heart and I hope to die.

It's a nice uniform.

Right, Madeleine Villiers.

She was a frequent flyer.

Last year, she went to the
Far East three times.

And South America, and Borneo
earlier this year.

Oh, now, that's very interesting.

What is?

Well, this account's also
used by Mr Jimmy Fong.

Got an address for him?

No. But he was due to fly into the
UK from Bangkok last Saturday.

Saturday?

That's the day of the
Midsomer Flower Show

and the day Madeleine
Villiers was killed.

Thank you, Cully.

Tell you what.

If you print this out for me,
I will buy you lunch.

Sounds nice.

Come in, please.

Now, you are her sole
executor, Mr. Fong.

Please, sit.

Miss Villiers has left you her
entire estate on condition

that she is cremated and her ashes
scattered as orchid fertilizer.

I always found that quite odd.

On the slopes of Mount?

Kinabalu.

Where is that exactly?

Borneo.

Ah.

What happened to the books they
took out of her safe?

Oh, we'll make sure the
police pay for the

damage and restore them to their
rightful owner, you.

Mm-hmm.

Mm.

Now, it looks as if all the money
Miss Villiers made from

selling the orchard was paid into
this Swiss bank account.

Yeah.

Yeah, go on.

Go on. Well, we know she sold the,
uh, pepper of the orchard.

-Of the orchard.
-That's the one.

For 150 grand, and yet only 25 of
it was paid into her account.

Hm, which means that 125,000 pounds

could still be unpaid, doesn't it?

And if the buyer were indeed
Henry Plummer, and if the

orchard were destroyed by someone
before he's even fully paid for.

Maybe Henry Plummer was going to
sell on the orchid at a profit.

And you reckon someone clobbered
him first and

then strung him up to make
it look like suicide?

You may be looking for a third
party here, Scott.

Someone who killed Henry
Plummer for his orchid.

And then burned the rest of the collection
to cover his tracks.

Who else knew that Henry Plummer
had that orchid?

Well, if I was a gambling
man, sir, I'd

put a couple of quid on
that tough Hilliard.

No, no, no.

If he said that he and his wife
had dinner with the Lord

Lieutenant on the night of the
murder, they probably did.

I'd like another look around
Miss Villiers' cottage.

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I suppose we could always,
um, get a warrant.

You were about to say, Scott.

Yeah, exactly, sir.

Oh, it's you lot.

What are you doing here?

Me?

I'm just finishing a job she's
already paid me for.

You outside tap.

Mr. Rose, how very honorable of you.

You got a key?

No, the solicitor's locked it all up.

What a lovely garden.

Yeah.

Young fella comes in to do it.

He's a university student
in the plants.

Come and have a look at this, sir.

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Does this have anything
to do with you, Harry?

No, it's not my department.

But I do know that stuff's deadly.

It's got sulfuric acid in it.

Don't touch it.

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Told you.

You're supposed to dilute
it, one part to 100.

Wasn't you who poured this stuff on
Henry Plummer's orchids, was it?

Me?

I wouldn't touch that
stuff with a stick.

Get a sample of that, Scott.

The Georgia Bullard to analyze.

Mr. Rose, what do you
know about Hemlock?

Now, that I do know about.

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That's hemlock.

How do you know?

Well, she told me.

It's poisonous.

Something to do with some old
Greek she was keen on.

Name of Socrates.

Got a bust of him indoors.

How do you turn this into a poison?

No idea.

Smells like mouse pee if you crush it.

Madeline, I mean, Miss Villiers
kept a bottle of it

just in case she got one of them
debilitating diseases.

Look, I've got to get on.

I've got a wiring job in
Causton in an hour.

Where do you learn all these decorating
and building skills, Harry?

In prison?

I'm a lifer, out on a license.

But I think you know that already.

I thought you had the look
of an old lag about you.

What'd you go down for?

Manslaughter, for which you've served,
what, eight years, I believe.

I did a minicab driver
when I was drunk.

I'm clean as a whistle now, and I had
nothing to do with her death.

Not suggesting you did.

I built up a nice little business.

I kept my nose clean.

I don't want to go back inside.

Where'd you live?

Causton Bale Hostel.

And if you want to go on living
there, Harry, I'd like to hear

everything you're not telling us
about the late Miss Villiers.

Well, she wasn't the righteous spinster
everyone thought she was.

So I believe.

And pardon me, good self, who visited
her in the last few days?

Well, I'm not here all
the time, you know.

But I did notice a pizza box and a couple
of lager cans in the incinerator.

Oh

A present from old Socrates, Mr. Rose.

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I'm pretty sure it's a hybrid.

Yes.

Here we are.

That's the one.

Oh, uh, yes.

That's a nice flower.

My Phalaenopsis.

They ooze glamour.

Don't you think?

They add a sort of, I don't
know, sexiness to a room.

Yes, I'm right.

It's the hybrid, also known
as the Bardot Rose.

Ah, Rose.

Well, it's not actually a rose.

No, no, no.

Madeline Villiers employed
a handyman called Rose.

Do you know that man, Professor?

Harry Rose?

Indeed I do.

Harry's an absolute godsend to a good number
of people in the neighborhood.

I've come up with some interesting
info, sir.

Yeah? Yeah. Miss Villiers' account
in Switzerland was shared

with a bloke called Jimmy Fong,
who's been making withdrawals.

Jimmy Fong?

Who, he?

I don't know, but he also shares a travel
agent's account with Miss Villiers.

And he flew in three days
ago from Bangkok.

Bangkok?

Her smuggling partner, perhaps?

-Chinese, maybe.
-Trips to the Far East.

Could well be.

All this money at stake.

Maybe there was a falling
out among thieves, eh?

-Look, where's he now?
-I don't know.

But he'll soon be very short
of dosh, because

I've just frozen their joint
Swiss bank account.

How do you manage that?

Well, once upon a time, sir, there was a
Swiss copper from the fiscal police.

Nice fellow, family man.

Anyway, he got into a
bit of bother with

a prostitute, and then
I got him out of it.

You never cease to amaze me, Scrooge.

You amaze me some more by tracking
down this Jimmy Fong.

Hey, how's Brother Robert getting
on with his diary translation?

Let me put it this way, sir.

Up at the Abbey, they still tell
the time with a sundial.

Perhaps we should have asked
Professor Winstanley.

Yes, we should.

I think we'll find she knows much
more than she is telling us.

So no doubt you'll be going to see
her again for another word.

Yes, indeed I will.

You sure he'll be safe, sir?

So, what is it about these plants that
turns collectors into criminals?

Addiction.

Obsession.

Mania.

Call it what you will.

Personally, I'm attracted both to
the peculiar and to the erotic.

Take this Paphiopedilum
sanderianum here.

Just look at its luscious folds, that
perfectly round glistening pouch.

Did you know that orchid is a
Greek word meaning testicle?

Is that a fact?

You see what I mean?

What does Mr. Winstanley think about
your passion for orchids?

He walked out on me years ago.

Does the name Jimmy Fong
mean anything to you?

Fong, of course.

He's a notorious orchid smuggler.

The Convention on International
Trade in

Endangered Species has been
after him for years.

Did you know he was involved
with Miss Villiers?

I'm intrigued,

but I had absolutely no idea.

With all due respect, Margaret, I think
you are holding something back.

I never hold anything back.

Venous engorgement, enlargement of the

vein above the point of
injury, and cyanosis.

See the blue discoloration
of the fingertips?

So he was strangled first, and then hung
up to make it look like suicide, yeah.

And what about the weed killer?

Yeah, it was in pretty common use
20 years ago, I'm afraid.

Down now, of course.

And I'm still awaiting test results.

Oh, that old bottle did
contain hemlock.

-Oh.
-Excuse me, gentlemen.

Hold on, Charlie.

Thank you, George.

Thank you for that.

Yeah, go on, Charlie.

Nothing at all?

All right, thank you.

There is no one by the name
of Fong at any of

the B&Bs or hotels within
50 miles of here, sir.

Perhaps he's gone back
to Bangkok already.

Yeah, maybe he has.

If he had come all that way
to kill Miss Villiers.

But what if he'd come
over to marry her?

And how do you think he'd react
if he arrived early

and caught her in flagrante with
Henry Plummer, perhaps?

Might certainly cure his jet lag, sir.

Perhaps the floozy actress was
actually Miss Villiers.

And our Henry Plummer was repaying
some of his debt in kind, eh?

And if he was 125 grand shy
in the kitty, I think

the China man might want his
orchid back as well.

I'd like to hear the merry
widow sing some more.

Looks like the handyman's got
his hammer out already, sir.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Plummer.

Please come in.

Have you come to tell me
that you're going to

release Henry's body so that
I can arrange the funeral?

No.

It's not going to be as easy as that.

It appears that your husband's death
was not a suicide after all.

Wasn't suicide?

What are you talking about?

Leave the rest to

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Give me the girl.

And leave the rest to me.

Give me a shading.

Mr. Rose.

Inspector.

Supporting Mrs. Plummer in
her darkest hours, I see.

Harry's helping me with
Henry's belongings.

The good stuff goes to Oxfam.

The rest in the incinerator.

Strangled.

Oh, my God.

Who on earth would strangle Henry?

Well, that's what we're trying
to find out, Mrs. Plummer.

On the night of your husband's death,
you drove to London, didn't you?

I did.

I left around about a quarter to 8.

I went to a club, and then I stayed
with some friends in Chiswick.

And those friends, they'd vouch
for that, would they?

You're not suggesting
it was me, are you?

Well, you yourself suggested that
you lived separate lives.

So what?

Sleeping in separate
beds was a luxury.

How was your husband's relationship
with Miss Villiers?

What relationship?

Did he ever visit her?

Are you suggesting?

Why would he visit a dry double
spinster like her?

What about Harry Rose?

Will he be moving in when all
this is over, Mrs. Plummer?

What sort of person do you think I am?

My husband's being murdered, damn it!

Harry may be very good at practical things,
but that's as far as it goes.

Hello?

Oh, just a moment, Spencer.

As it happens, this is my solicitor,
who's sorting out the probate.

Now, if you want to talk to me further,
I'd like him to be present.

Now, you can either wait until he gets
here, or you can see yourselves out.

Mr. Rose.

Look, I'm in a rush.

I've got to get this to the Oxfam shop
in Causton before it closes.

Not only musical, but virtuous, too.

Look, I'll tell you what, Mr. Rose.

Why don't you call in
to Causton Police

Station when you've done all
this for a little chat?

Just to tie up a few
loose ends, Harry.

-That's all.
-About 4 o'clock?

All right.

Whatever you say.

What have we here?

Excuse me, sir, the Causton CID.

Are you Mr. Fong, Mr. Jimmy Fong?

Me?

No, I'm Wong Tu-ho from Happy House
Chinese restaurant in Causton.

Do you want to order something?

What's in the box?

Crispy duck with pancake
and barbecue sauce.

Very tasty.

Well, you, you're welcome any time.

That's a big car for an errand
boy, isn't it, Justin?

Check out this happy house restaurant.

So if you are the real Wen
Tu Ho, sir, can you

tell me who the man with the
black BMW is, please?

I don't know.

He don't give me no name.

Maybe Jimmy Fong, maybe not.

Yeah, maybe.

Why is this fellow, whose
name you don't know,

Wen, why is he delivering
Chinese food for you?

He was eating Pearl River
special lunch

here when take away motorbike
got flat tire.

A big mess.

So this man say he has got car.

He go himself.

Just like that?

Just like that.

We Chinese always help each other.

That's very noble.

Can you tell me where
he is now, please?

I don't know.

He bring take away money
back, then go.

Maybe he come back, maybe not.

Now, Mr. Rose, the weed
killer found in Miss

Villiers' shed matches that used
to kill Mr. Plummer's orchids.

Well, it's got nothing to do with me.

Maybe Debra asked you
to do her a favor.

Oh, no, she didn't.

So your favors are just
sexual, aren't they?

Well, yeah.

We do it from time to time.

She gets off on being laid by an
ex-con, would you believe?

Did Debra ask you to kill her husband?

No, it's got nothing to
do with me, I swear.

What about Miss Villiers?

Did you have a relationship
with her too?

Look, after eight years of being inside,
I had a lot of catching up to do.

Her lover lives abroad, and
she needed the practice.

Like she said, use it or lose it.

What about Miss Villiers'
orchid smuggling?

What do you know about that?

Well, I found her the warding
cabinet so she could put

her plants in it when she came
back from abroad, that's all.

What about the orchid she sold to
Mr. Plummer for 150,000 pounds?

150 grand for a plant?

You're having me on.

Scott and Mr. Rose seem to be suffering
from some kind of amnesia.

Yeah.

Tell you what, there
are some very good

psychiatrists working in
prison these days.

I'll just let the license
board know about

him being involved in a
murder investigation.

Look, I don't want to go back inside.

All right.

I admit, I knew about the Yellow Roth.

Madeleine, Miss Villiers was livid

because Henry Plummer only
coughed up 25 grand.

She said if I went round to Plummer's

house and got it back, she'd
give me 50 quid.

And did you?

Oh, we're wasting our time here, Sarah,
so we'll put him back inside.

All right, keep your shirt on.

I did go around a plumber's house,

about 10 o'clock, and there
was no one there.

But I was already too late.

Everything was ruined.

Including the yellow roth?

Well, from what I saw, that
was shriveled up as well.

150 grams worth of plants,
zapped, just like that.

Then what did you do?

Well, I legged it, didn't I?

I phoned Miss Villiers, but when she didn't
answer, I went home to the hostel.

The next morning, I found her dead.

Never did get the 50 quid.

OK, Harry.

I don't think for a minute that you've
told me the whole truth,

but I don't think any useful purpose
will be served by locking you up.

You're free to go.

Thank you very much, sir.

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Oh

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That took some force, that.

It certainly did.

Who found him?

The butler, Feather.

Constable Charles has already
taken the statement.

But Tom,

take a look at this.

Something missing.

Something taken.

We thought he'd fallen
asleep in there.

He does sometimes, it's
so warm and cosy.

And he's got his father's
old deck chair.

But when he didn't come
in for tea, Feather

went to see where he was,
didn't you, Feather?

Yes, ma'am.

I found him.

Mrs. Hilliard, had your husband recently
acquired a new orchid?

I don't suppose it matters
now that he...

Uh, yes, yes.

He was terribly excited about it.

This one was so frightfully rare,
even unique, he said.

And was that orchid, the Paphiopedilum

Rothschildianum Flavum,
the yellow wroth?

Yes.

How did you know?

And for which he must have paid
a great deal of money.

One now can afford to indulge,
Mr. Barnaby.

Like his father and his grandfather
before him, he

was addicted to orchids, as others
are addicted to drugs.

They were his passion.

But for this deadly orchid,
this Orchis

Fatalis, the price proved too

high, even for Monroe.

Mrs. Hilliard, have you any idea
where the orchid came from?

I never ask.

Would your husband have bought
the orchid if he'd

known it was illegally imported
into this country?

He was a conservationist.

Could your husband have bought the
orchid from Henry Plummer?

It's very unlikely.

Monroe and Plummer despised
each other.

He considered him an Arabist.

You'll never come plodding back from
the conservatory, will you?

I think, gentlemen, in
the circumstance.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Thank you, Mr. Tillyard.

She describes in great detail the

sexual acts between her
and her many partners.

Feras,-E-I, Tigris.

Quantum deferred, Eb, Juvene.

Wild, Asian tiger, who's growing tame.

How different from the young man.

Jimmy Fong.

And this is her last entry.

It's most curious.

It crests, dears, neftarium mea.

And tomorrow is my wedding day, but
I shall not marry the peacemaker.

And I think we'll find the peacemaker
is Jonathan Makepeace.

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Afternoon, Mr. Makepeace.

I wonder if you've got a minute.

Could you help us, please?

Of course.

The late Miss Villiers,
she kept a diary.

Really?

Yes. And in it, you feature
rather prominently.

Well, it's not surprising.

I spent hours with her,
discussing her garden.

But it wasn't just a flower patch you were
planting seeds in, was it, Jonathan?

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

She claims that you were
also her lover.

Lover?

Oh, that's ridiculous.

Oh, that's just some senile
old woman fantasizing.

Well...

I did go round there a couple
of times, yes, but...

But I had nothing at all
to do with her death.

Were you intending to marry her?

Marry her?

As in make her your wife
till death do you part?

Well, yes.

But of course, I couldn't
go through with it.

The night she died, I told
her I'd changed my mind.

She was livid.

But when I left, she was
still very much alive.

Sorry, I'm just trying to
get my head around this.

Why would a handsome young student
like yourself, Jonathan,

want to marry someone who's old enough
to be their grandmother?

It is a little involved.

Let me guess, Mr. McPheers.

Am I right in saying that this was
an attempt to find out about

her international orchid smuggling
operation, and that you were

prepared to go to almost any lengths
to discover who was involved?

Well, you know, Pillow Talk
might have provided a

valuable lead, and we wanted
to get to the bottom of it.

But we didn't mention one
word about it to anyone.

We didn't dare.

We didn't dare.

-We?
-You said we.
-Who's the we?

Whose idea was it to seduce Miss
Villiers in the first place?

Professor Winstanley's, of course.

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Yes, I did put him up to it.

Madeline's sexual appetite was
well known in the village.

You mean Harry Rose told you about it?

And did Harry Rose also tell you
that she smuggled rare orchids?

Oh, good lord, no.

Harry's the soul of discretion.

We had a pretty good idea,
hence the Casanova

role for Jonathan, which she
was perfectly happy with.

Jonathan Makepeace said she wasn't
very happy when he went

around to call off the wedding
on the evening of her death.

Do you think Jonathan Makepeace had
anything to do with her death?

No, of course not.

He's a botanist, not a murderer.

I don't recall suggesting
it was a murder.

Well, isn't...

isn't that what you're implying?

I'd be very interested to know how
you think Henry Plummer died.

He committed suicide, didn't he?

No, Professor.

They were both murdered.

Oh, my god.

And the catalyst for both the deaths,
it appears, was a smuggled

orchid, which now I'm pretty certain was
eventually bought by Munro Hilliard.

And as a result, he too was murdered.

Munro Hilliard?

I should have brought
my suspicions about

Madeline's smuggling activities
to you, shouldn't I?

The prospect of cracking an international
smuggling ring, of

watching the culprits being brought
to justice, of being hailed

as the saviour of orchid habitats in
remote corners of the world...

clouded my judgment.

Is that so terrible, Mr. Barnaby?

The consequences were so terrible.

A bit of common sense would have
told you what could happen.

There was never a chair in common sense
at the university, was there?

I was going through Munro's
papers and found this.

It appears that madam's late
husband arranged to pay 175

,000 pounds from one of his offshore
accounts to Mrs. Plummer.

Was the payment made?

No, sir. There being no sign of the orchid,
madam had the account frozen.

Mrs. Hilliard.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Um, I know this is a very,
very trite time for you.

But do you recall your husband ever
mentioning the name Fong?

Mr. Jimmy Fong?

No, I've never heard the name before.

Oh.

Well, this has been very useful.

Thank you for it.

And as it happens, our Mr. Fong is waiting
for us at Causton Police Station.

As sole beneficiary of the late
Miss Villiers' will, my client

would like returned to him certain items
removed illegally from her safe.

Legally removed, Mr. Gosling, in order to
further our inquiries into her death.

Uh, if you don't mind, I'd like to ask
your client a direct question.

Mr. Fong, last time we
met you, you were

delivering a Chinese meal and
calling yourself Wing Tu Ho.

Just trying to do a fellow
Chinaman a favor.

I always eat at the Happy House
when I come to England.

And the business which
brought you here was

your very lucrative orchid
smuggling, I presume.

My client will certainly not
answer that question.

He's here of his own volition
to reclaim his unlawfully

seized property, not to be
questioned about alleged

criminal activities for which you
have absolutely no evidence.

It's OK, Mr. Jostner.

I've devoted all my life to saving threatened
orchids from extinction.

That's a new slant on it.

My client will have no further comment to
make on such a line of questioning.

Then perhaps your client
will be kind enough

to tell us what he is doing
here in Midsomer.

I came here to marry Madeline
Villiers and

to take her away on honeymoon
to Switzerland.

When you found out she
was having it off

with somebody else, you killed
her, didn't you?

Kill her?

For that? Yeah, cos she was sleeping
with half the village, wasn't she?

or insults of the dead, all you've
got left in your arsenal.

I'm no saint, believe you me, but
I loved her, and she loved me.

I would never kill her.

Mr. Fong, did you kill Henry Plummer
and Munro Hilliard in

order to recover the orchid for which
your intended had already died?

♪

Mrs. Plummer, may I put this
to you, that you stole that

orchid, the yellow wroth, from
your husband's collection

because Monroe Hilliard had secretly
agreed to buy it from you?

It was my orchid, damn it.

Henry had paid for it with my money.

But yes, you're right.

Hilliard had agreed to buy it.

So he'd go around to collect the cash.

But either he refused to pay it
to you, or he hadn't got it.

So you attacked him with a fork
and took the orchid back?

Attacked him with a fork?

I've never heard such a load
of rubbish in all my life.

But you did sell him the orchid.

Well, that I will admit to.

You see, I didn't go to London immediately
after the flower show.

The thought of 150 grams worth of plant just
sitting there was too much for me.

He'd already gone into town,
so I took the orchid.

Then I thought, what the hell?

Why don't I put a stop to this orchid
lunacy once and for all?

♪

♪

There's no law against it, I checked.

But there is against selling
smuggled orchids.

You have to prove it
was smuggled first.

How was your crispy duck, by the way?

Delivered by the famous orchid smuggler
himself, Mr. Jimmy Fong, eh?

Not enough barbecue sauce.

There never is.

But he wasn't just bringing you
a Chinese takeaway, was he?

He was bringing you some bad news.

So where's the rest of the money your
husband owed to Miss Villiers?

I don't have it.

Then you better find it pretty quick.

Because when I come back, I want
either cash or orchid.

You understand?

Who delivered the orchid
to Mr. Hilliard?

I did.

I mean, we did.

Run me over to the manor house.

I don't want anyone to recognize
my car up there.

I thought he was going to
have a heart attack.

I don't want to sound vulgar, Monroe,
but what about the money?

The money didn't come through.

So I got Rose to run me up
there again yesterday.

But he wasn't there.

No sign of him.

Monroe?

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Um, I'll give him a ring again.

I'm still waiting for my money.

Oh, you'll be waiting a very
long time, Mrs. Plummer.

Munro Hilliard was murdered
around about the same

time as Rose drove you up there
yesterday afternoon.

Murdered?

The orchid's been stolen,
Mrs. Plummer.

And Mrs. Hilliard's frozen her
husband's bank accounts.

Oh my god, I'm ruined.

Where's my orchid?

Where's my money?

Oh, my god.

I'm broke.

I think you know where that
orchid is, Mrs. Plummer.

I think you probably killed Mr.
Hilliard to get it back.

No.

You've got it all wrong.

He was already dead when I found him.

Come.

Have a go.

There's no end to your time, is there?

So you were the obliging
chauffeur, were you?

Well, I didn't have a choice, did I?

But that's all I did, dropped her off
a couple of times and waited.

Yeah, I bet.

It's the truth.

Well, did you go back to
the manor house, skewer

Mr. Hilliard, and then nick
the plant for yourself?

We are desperately trying
to think of a reason

not to arrest you for the murder
of Munro Hilliard.

Help us out, Harry.

Well, there was one thing, and
now I've come to think of it.

While I was waiting there, I
noticed something weird.

All right, Harry.

Let's go.

Mel?

I saw this old butcher's bike
propped up against the wall.

And I remember thinking
to myself at the time,

what do butchers I know around
here drive vans?

What kind of meat would anybody
be delivering on that thing?

A butcher's bicycle.

You sure about that?

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It is very pretty there.

Mr. Barnaby?

Still find it hard to believe it's worth
more than a quarter a million quid.

That is, I take it, that your Pedilum

Rothschildianum Flavum,
the yellow roth is.

Ah, if only.

You've got the genus right, but
this is the Sandirianum.

It's exquisite, isn't it?

We just take your word
for that, do we?

The point is no longer about
plant appreciation.

We are here to ask you about the
murder of Munro Hilliard.

What can I possibly tell
you about that?

Well, you can tell me where you were
yesterday afternoon, please.

I was right here.

Why do you ask?

Because your bicycle was seen outside Hilliard's
house yesterday afternoon.

Well, I lent it to Jonathan.

Make peace.

Is he here now?

You'll find him in the palm house.

And what a perfect place
to hide the orchid.

It has already cost three
lives, eh, Jonathan?

What do you want?

What do I want? I want to talk
to you about three murders.

Stay away from it, or I'll
use it, I promise you.

Don't clock up any more penalty
points, Jonathan.

It's bad enough as it is.

Jonathan, what do you
think you're doing?

For God's sake, put that down.

I would do as the professor
asks, Jonathan.

That is the stolen orchid, isn't it?

The yellow roth?

Well, yes, it is.

Monroe Hilliard was willing to pay
£175,000 for that, Jonathan.

I bet you've got someone else
in mind, haven't you, who's

willing to pay a good deal more,
a quarter of a million, maybe?

You can't sell it, Jonathan.

It's the only one in the world.

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Shit.

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We have a witness who
will testify that

Professor Winstanley's bike,
which he lent to

you, was seen outside Hilliard's
house at the relevant time.

And your prints were on the floor.

The moment you laid eyes upon it,
you recognized it, didn't you?

The yellow wrath.

You and I could breed from
it, Mr. Hilliard.

We could make millions.

You think I do this for the money,
you greedy little tyke?

I'm not breeding anything
from this beauty.

All my life, I've waited
for a moment like this.

Not even my father, nor my grandfather

before him, ever saw such
a perfect bloom.

Then let's say you give me 200,000
pounds, or I inform the police.

Blackmail?

How dare you?

Get out of here, you bloody upstart.

You're not fit to be in the same
room as this beautiful plant.

We'll see about that.

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♪

Oh

I threatened to report him to the
police, and he attacked me.

It was self-defense.

That's what I'll say in court, and
no one can prove otherwise.

Madeleine Villiers had no intention
of marrying you, had she?

It was she who jilted you.

Don't talk rubbish.

It was the other way around.

It was the last entry in her diary.

Then what?

In a fit of rage at seeing
your smuggling

ambitions go up in smoke,
you killed her?

Are you mad?

Are you suffering from dementia
or something?

No, Jonathan, I'm not.

You don't know my future husband,
although you've

lain in my bed, tried to coax
his name out of me.

But he and I are made for each other.

We're meant to spend our
last years together.

It's our destiny.

So you just used me, didn't you?

You debauched.

Oh, that was only your toy
boy after all, wasn't it?

Don't play the innocent
with me, Jonathan.

I'd hate to think that was all there
was to our little affair.

Tell me, or you'll drink
every last drop.

Don't be stupid, Jonathan.

Tell me.

Jonathan, please, I...

Tell me.

Please, Jonathan, I beg you.

Tell me.

Henry Plummer.

No!

No!

No! No! No!

-No!
-No!

You must have held on to her until
the hemlock started to

work, and then went round to steal
the orchid from Henry Plummer.

But something unexpected happened,
didn't it, Jonathan?

♪

You did this.

Hilliard sent you, didn't he?

You destroyed everything.

Don't you talk back!

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Oh

And all for a single orchid.

Not just any old orchid.

The rarest orchid in the hall.

Margaret?

I'm sorry.

He was such a promising student.

Such a terrible waste.

Sergeant Scott here, he'll need
to take a statement from you.

Is that OK?

Why, no.

I'm sorry.

You're not sleeping here, are you?

Of course.

Looking after this is like
looking after a baby.

And I don't have to change
his nappies.

Join me on my night watch,
if you like.

Brother Robert, your eulogy for Miss

Villiers was lovely, very fitting.

Very good of you to say so.

I had the advantage of knowing
the lady rather

more intimately than most
of the congregation.

Thank you for it.

Mr. Barnaby, I just, uh, I wanted to thank
you for giving me a second chance.

Oh, Harry, best of luck with it.

Stay out of trouble.

I will.

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♪

Gamekeeper turning poacher by
the looks of things, sir.

And heading for a long and restful
retirement, I trust.

We're going to Mount Kinabalu to
carry out Madeline's last wish.

And what was that?

She wanted her ashes scattered as
fertilizers on the jungle slope.

With luck, she'll help grow a unique
orchid, which we'll name after her.

Enjoy your trip.

You know, I think I'll let someone else
organize the flower show next year.

Oh, yes.

So what about that lunch
you promised me?

Now, I'm going to surprise
you all here.

Lunch is on me.

Chinese, anyone?

what's up?

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