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by midnight tonight.

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Iceland, 987 by same time.

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the next 24 hours.

Viking, northwest backing south or

southwest, three or four, increasing
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One.

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Clear up!

One.

Come with me.

Hey, what's the matter?

He didn't hit you that hard.

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Cyclonic, becoming south or
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Rain and drizzle.

Teddy snakes.

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Get a doctor for him!

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Well, why can't you tell me?

Because it's meant to be a surprise.

Hello, Cully.

Hi, Dad.

You know your mother does
not like surprises.

Yes, well, she'll like this one.

Lucy, why?

It's a good one.

No, no, no, no, no.

You're not catching me out like that.

Don't suppose I could ask you a
couple of questions, could I?

I thought I wasn't obliged to say anything
unless I wished to do so.

Well, feel obliged.

I'm taking you to dinner.

Are you?

Somewhere nice?

Mm, the Crown, tonight.

The Crown?

Oh, I'm going to have to suspend this

interview, but she'll crack if
we give her some breakfast.

Barnaby.

So is it a special occasion?

Name's John Ransom, 24 years
old, well-nourished male.

According to his driving license, he

lived at Midsomer Mere, which
is where he died.

Can you tell us what happened?

Yeah, well, that's what bothers me.

He'd been in a fight, but I'd say
it had more to do with these.

They look like electrical burns to me.

There's 12 more across his scalp, small
traces of adhesive on the skin.

There's also a phenomenal amount
of alcohol in his blood.

I've had the brain scanned, and the dark
area looks like an embolism to me.

So what killed him?

Never seen anything like
it before, Tom.

My guess is somebody got
him drunk, stuck

electrodes in his head, and
deep fried his brain.

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So you're saying this
bloke attacked you?

I'm saying he went completely berserk.

Excuse me.

Hi, sir.

Scott, where's your tie?

Sir?

We are investigating
the death of a man.

Least you can do is wear a tie.

Oh, yeah.

Well, I'm not sure it goes
with the shirt, sir.

Uh, the landlord's in there.

He reckons he, um, he threw the bloke
out, and then he just turned on him.

Mr. Kirby, I'm Detective Chief
Inspector Barnaby.

He must have got up quite a fight.

Well, am I under arrest?

Sir, I am not accusing you or anyone
else here of anything.

I am, however, anxious to establish
one or two facts.

My sergeant says that you
spoke to the dead man.

Is that right? Of course
I spoke to him.

I threw him out.

I went to close the door.

He started wailing like a banshee.

Was that when he attacked you?

I'm telling you, he went
completely off his nut.

Took six of us just to hold him down.

Do you know, before he died, he got this
funny little look in his eyes.

Yeah.

Like a drunk man.

He'd just seen half a dozen ghosts.

Sir.

Scott, I want to go to
Lower Mere House.

We need to talk to the deceased's
next of kin.

What are you waiting for?

One too many horror films?

Don't worry about that, Scott.

What I do know, if memory
serves, is that Lower

Mere House used to be an asylum
for Midsomer's Insane.

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Let's see if we can find
someone's got any...

What are you doing?

Oh, um, I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby, Causton CID.

And you are?

Gregory Ransom, Dr. Gregory Ransom.

John's father.

Well, I...

I need to talk to you about
your son's death.

Peace.

Do they know the cause of death?

The pathologists are doing tests.

When did you last see your son?

About 2 o'clock yesterday afternoon.

He took my car.

To go where? Well, if he was running
true to form, to some pub, where

he'd have stayed until he got into a fight
or was too drunk to start one.

Dr. Ansom, pardon me for asking this
question, but how do you feel?

About what?

About the loss of your son.

Mm.

John had no love for me or for
anyone else, for that matter.

His only concerns were for himself,
for his appetites.

Let's just say my feelings for
John were conditioned.

Conditioned?

By the fact that I knew
him for what he was.

Excuse me.

Sir, in the Lotus, there's a betting
slip and about six grand in cash.

From Lyle Tanner?

Who is Lowell Tanner?

An unlucky bookie.

If you want to know where
John was yesterday, I

suggest you start there and work
your way to where he died.

Now, if you'll excuse me. Yeah,
no, no, please, Dr. Ransom.

Yeah, Scott, could you see if you can
find this unfortunate Mr. Tanner?

Dr. Ransom and I need a little chat.

Now, regardless of your
feelings for him, we

are obliged to investigate
the death of your son.

Now, we can either talk
about it properly

here, or we can do it
down at the station.

And one thing I know for
sure, your son had

a number of injuries on
his body when he died.

More specifically, 14
small contact points

spread evenly across the
top of his skull.

He got those courtesy of Max.

Who's Max?

His brother.

When he wired John up inside the cage,

It's a Faraday cage blocks
out stray electromagnetic

radiation It means that the
signal from a radio or a

mobile telephone can't get in or out
machine measures brain activity

The contacts were fitted
to John's scalp.

He was wired in for most
of yesterday morning.

Doing what?

Being a lab rabbit for me.

Max Ransom, John's brother.

He's the police.

He wants to know what John
was doing yesterday.

No luck.

A murder's not the time
for tea and biscuits.

Pa made his money in the fifties.

Helped develop the polygraph lie
detector with the Yanks.

You know a bit about science, Mr...?

Barnaby. Detective Chief
Inspector Barnaby.

Well, this machine measures
brain waves.

Alpha, theta, delta.

Alpha's the one that's
interesting, though.

Eight to 12 cycles per second.

See this curve?

That's what your brain is
doing in your daydream.

Or perhaps engaging in
imaginative thought.

And the point of this is...?

This machine can teach people
to produce alpha.

15th century mostly.

Before the miracle of electricity.

The parish records date
from the 1300s.

And the church would have been full.

State of Sergeant Scott.

Peter Kowalski.

How can I help?

I'm looking for a bloke
called Lowell Tanner.

You don't know where he finds himself
this time of day, do you?

I've been trying to tempt
him in so I can ask.

But this village is more interested in simple
superstition than complex belief.

If he's not in his shop,
then try the pub.

Excuse me.

Am I?

I was coming to see you.

I heard about you.

This is Emma, John Ransom's sister.

Mr. Scott's with the police.

I'm so sorry.

We can't go ahead with Christine's
baptism, Peter.

Oh, dear God.

Sergeant, you must need
to speak to Emma.

Perhaps you could just give
us a moment first.

John's natural ability to guess at hidden
cards was way above the average.

It increased tenfold after a
spell of producing alpha.

It's what we're investigating.

Precognition.

ESP.

The way some people seem to be luckier
than others, and some, you

picked a red triangle, blue and red
square, then the black cross.

have what we call second
sight, the ability

to predict events which should
be unpredictable.

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This may well be God's way.

My baptism would bring folk together.

My chance to pray for the
progress of John's soul.

It's paradise.

If you want to sing any more,
it's on the day after.

We've been there.

We've been to many places.

We love you guys.

I said we like you are.

You know, I've already told
them that won't work.

They want to put another fruit machine
in here, with that lot.

It's like giving a nest of crocodiles
an oven-ready turkey.

Landlords waiting for you.

Oh dear, oh dear, no, no.

Whoever told you you could wear
that flowery tie with

that shirt, they were looking
up in their own police cell.

I don't know what you're laughing at
Sam, you're our chief suspect.

Sir. God. I want you to find
us an electrician,

somebody who can check over
a Faraday cage for us.

Michael Faraday.

Don't tell me an educated boy
like you didn't do physics.

General science, sir,
sort of as and when.

Hey, hey, hey.

Who's there?

It's Lord Tanner, sir, bookie.

I reckon it was John Ransom
put him out of

business yesterday and then spent
the afternoon in the pub.

Well, that would explain the high level
of alcohol in his blood, wouldn't it?

But I've also discovered where John
Ransom spent the morning.

He was wired up to an electric chair
in an experiment for his brother.

And I've also discovered something rather
interesting about Midsomer Mere.

Everyone knows what's going
to happen next.

I spoke to Jimmy Kirby, sir.

Something about two families?

Yeah, Kirby's and Ransom's.

Kirby's are supposed to be able
to see into the future.

Second sight. We call it second sight.

It's weights and measures
approved, lads.

We've got no chance.

Well, whatever they call
it, sir, Jimmy

Kirby knew I was wearing
this tie before I came.

I sure think everyone between here and

Causton would know you're
wearing that tie.

Don't tell me you believe
all this mumbo jumbo.

No, sir. I'm just saying that
my nan was superstitious.

Well, luckily for this investigation,
Scott, my nan wasn't.

Mr. Kirby.

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There was an altercation
yesterday involving

John Ransom before you threw
him out of the pub.

You forgot to mention
that, didn't you?

Well, Big Ben give John
Ransom a slap, yeah.

Who's Big Ben?

My little cousin.

Mr. Kirby, John Ransom died last
night with cuts, abrasion,

bruises on his face, consistent
with having been beaten up.

Now, I think it'd be a very
good idea if you told me

what went on and where I can
find your little cousin.

You can ask all the questions that you
like, but it won't do you any good.

John Ransom always had one
foot in his grave.

And what exactly does that mean?

It means he'd been up in that lab.

You know about the experiments,
do you?

Is that what Mad Max said they were?

Why do you think he had to start
using his brother, Inspector?

It's because none of us go up there.

Are you saying he took part in what
goes on at Birmingham House?

I'm saying some of us have still
got the scars to prove it.

Now, all right, my little cousin, yeah,
he's got a bit of a temper.

He's a bit too ready with his fists.

But you want to know
what that fight was

about, you go and talk
to Preaching Pete.

If you want to know what killed
a man, you go and tell Dr.

Ransom you won 200 quid for the morning
to go and sit in his chair.

He'll let Mad Max get inside your skull,
like he's doing it with his fingers.

But you'd better book yourself
a nice long holiday

afterwards, cos you're going to
have one hell of a headache.

You go and see Preeti P.

He's, um...

Polishing his candlesticks.

-Oh.
-Sergeant Scott.

This is Pete Gaboski, sir,
vicar of the parish.

How do you do, sir? Ah. Detective
Chief Inspector Barnaby.

We were told to come to talk
to you about John Ransom.

Well, he did come and
see me yesterday.

See you about what?

It was about the baptism.

Emma and Ben Kirby's daughter.

I said I couldn't discuss anything with him
unless he'd spoken to Ben and Emma.

We understand he went to
the pub, he met Ben

Kirby, and they got into
some kind of a fight.

And I have to tell you, sir, we are
treating his death as murder.

The child's John Ransom's niece.

Emma Kirby, the mother, was Emma
Ransom before she married Ben.

Dr. Ransom's daughter.

Two families, Sergeant.

Two great houses, both alike in their

deep-seated objection to my
baptizing their child.

John wanted the baptism stopped.

Ben and Emma have accepted
Christ as their savior.

And neither family's happy
or likely to do the same.

When people turn their
face from the light,

Inspector, there's really nothing

left, utter darkness.

So how come you fetched
up in Midsomer Mere?

I was sent here by the Bishop,
at Emma Kirby's request.

She heard me preaching in Birmingham.

But she grew up in Midsomerley and
wanted to bring something back.

She feels she owes her life
to an act of God.

So I've been given 12 months to
bring real religion to this

village, instead of the false religion
of scientific reason.

Or just plain paganism

Whatever Ben did, you
shouldn't judge him.

He's simply trying to hold a baptism.

in a village with a resident palmist.

See?

Well, if you do happen
across Ben Kirby.

I should have seen him this morning.

The whole church needs rewiring.

I tried it myself.

Yow.

I mean, apart from being a third
of my current congregation, if

you'll excuse a terrible pun, Ben Kirby's
a first class electrician.

Thank you, sir.

Scott, I want you to go back
to Lower Mere House.

Get the name of the ransom solicitor.

See if John Ransom made a will.

And if he did, who benefits?

I must say I like him fine, Ben Kirby.

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This is Emma Kirby.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby from Causton CID.

Can I have a word, please?

You'd better come in.

Thank you.

I'm very sorry about what happened
to your brother.

The neighbors have been asking
about the funeral.

I'm afraid the pathologist
needs to make more tests.

I'm sorry.

No, no, thanks.

Not for me.

You're a teacher, Mrs. Kirby.

Midsomer Mere Primary.

We've just broken up for half term.

What about your husband?

What about him?

Well, I know you've got other things
on your mind, but your

brother, John, and your husband, Ben,
they argued in the pub last night.

And I was just going to ask your husband
what that argument was about.

The, uh, the vicar says
that the ransoms

of the Kirby's are like
two great houses.

I do know my Romeo and Juliet.

And I also know that John wants to stop
the baptism of your daughter.

-Why?
-Why was that so important?

It was because of something John
had, something we don't.

You're talking about second sight.

Ben doesn't have it.

As a Kirby, he should, but he doesn't.

And he wouldn't want any
part of it if he did.

Neither would I.

We have faith, Inspector.

We go to church, believe in the gospel,
the intercession of Christ.

Why do both the families want
to stop the baptism?

Because it puts Christine
out of reach.

My family are scientists,
pure and simple.

Ben's a con artist.

Can you imagine Christine's life if
they thought she had second sight?

Has she?

Has she second sight?

She's six months old.

She hasn't even got her first tooth.

She's never going to hear
about second sight.

She's being baptized.

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Hello?

Hello, Jo's Love?

Er, no, sir.

-It's me.
-I'm sorry.

I've just had a word with
the Ransom solicitors.

Apparently, John Ransom
never made a will.

Thanks, Scott.

Bye.

Joyce, me, I'm on my way.

I'll go straight to the Crown,
or I might be a bit late.

I'll see you there.

Bye.

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JERRY STARK!

I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

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Max?

What are you doing down there, Max?

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Max?

What are you playing at?

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Pardon me.

Scott, I am late.

When?

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Dead for about an hour.

Broken neck.

I'd say he either fell from the top of the
steps or was pushed with some force.

Front door was wedged open, sir.

Same as before.

Just about anybody could
have walked in.

Who found him?

Oh, the electrician, sir.

The one we asked to look
at the Faraday cage.

He didn't see anyone.

Anything taken?

Hard to say, sir.

Not until we find the other son.

I ran Ben Kirby through
the computer, sir.

Did you?

Excellent work.

Hold on to that thought.

Linda to talk to you.

Someone trying to destroy
evidence or scientific

data or trying to obliterate
the memory of John Ransom.

Why would you want to do that?

-I don't know.
-Righteous anger.

Tell us about Ben Kirby.

One piece of previous, sir.

Aggravated assault on holiday
when he was 17.

He knocked out a couple of local
lads with a pool cue.

Pool cue. Not one to turn the
other cheek, then, eh?

Tell Uniform we need
to find Max Ransom.

And ask forensics.

Take a look at this stuff.

See if they can lift a
few prints for me.

And when you've done that, get yourself
over to Emma Kirby's.

Make sure she's been informed.

You wait for me there.

Joyce, where's Cully?

Oh, you better let her
tell you herself.

Tell me what?

Oh, she wants to do a job where she
ends up getting changed in a van.

I should have listened to you.

You said mum didn't like surprises.

Cully.

Kelly, why don't you make a cup of tea,
and I'll talk to you in a moment?

Dad, it's work.

-I know it's work.
-Mum, she's worried.

Mum, it's theatre and education.

It'll be interesting.

I'll be staying with a friend
from drama school.

Tea, anybody?

Causton was never meant
to be a way of life.

It was just meant to tide me over.

I...

I do think we ought to hear Cully up.

It's ten shows to begin with.

Ten more if we get funding.

And what happens then?

No-one knows what happens then, Mum.

That's what's called the future.

Joyce, I do understand it's not the most
wonderful job in the world, is it?

It's not the national.

It'll be hard for her, but it's
what she wants to do.

Tom, I just want her to be happy.

Osana and Max Ransom, sir, have
informed Emma about her dad.

Could have put the kettle on.

You need somebody to be with you
at a time like this, Emma.

Where's Ben?

Where's your husband?

Out.

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Yeah!

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-No!
-No!

Do what was it?

See that?

Yeah, good girl.

You're not avoiding me, am I?

It was Max, wasn't it?

Yes, it was.

What was Christine afraid of?

Mr. Ransom.

I need you to account for your movements
this evening, please.

Starting with what time
you left your house.

About an hour ago.

Where did you go?

For a walk.

And that walk took you
to your sister's?

And when I opened the door
instead of Emma, you ran.

Did you go there to see Emma,
or was it Ben you wanted?

I found your research.

Well, the remains of your research
up at the house.

Was it you who burned it?

You told me that John had a
talent for precognition.

Well, you cleaned out
the local bookies,

presumably meaning that your experiment
was a great success.

Who burned your research?

Me.

Why?

Because it was mine.

Did you notice the way
the kid behaved?

Were there floods of tears when
I knocked on the door?

Oh, come on.

You're coppers.

Good observational skills.

Did you notice whether Christine had

started crying before I
knocked on the door?

I'm suspending this interview.

It was before, wasn't it?

Get him a cell.

I've got to know. Why won't
you answer the question?

Because I don't particularly like
the question, Mr. Ransom.

Your father and your brother
are dead, possibly in

both cases because of some
experiment you were

conducting in what you are pleased
to call a second site.

Now, I'm trying very hard
to catch their killer.

And I'm asking you why you
went to see your sister.

And all you're doing is trying to involve
some child in this voodoo.

Do I, sir?

Yes.

Thank you.

The primary school in Midsomer Mere.

I'd like to set up an incident room.

Well, there's something else
you can do for me.

Have to be tomorrow.

Get hold of the ransom's solicitor.

Find out who inherits the
ransom money now.

Tom, what are you doing?

Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, I say that, I almost run over a

chap on the way to see
you two at the pub.

I only just managed to stop
before I hit him.

You sure you're all right?

Yeah, yeah.

It's just, I thought I'd seen
him somewhere before.

What on earth's that for?

Do you believe in the supernatural,
Mrs. Barnaby?

Then follow me.

Hey, do you remember this stuff?

I remember you frightening Cully.

I didn't frighten Cully.

Pick a card.

Any card.

Don't let me see it.

Nine of diamonds.

But you know the cards are marked.

Yes, of course I know the
cards are marked, Joyce.

But Cully didn't know, did she?

To her, I was the great musician.

And Joyce, I do think we ought to let
Cully do what she's got to do.

I'm just not 80 years
old anymore, is she?

Don't you worry, we'll be having this
conversation when we're 80.

Yes, I do. But do you think worrying
will make any difference?

You know, Jess, I don't think Cully sees
this as a-the-van sofa infantry job.

I think she sees it as a great opportunity
to restart her career.

Like finding the nine of diamonds.

People see things they want to see.

Thank you.

Sir.

Scott.

I think I've figured out what this precognition,
this second sight's all about.

It's a lot of over-fertile imaginations
engaged in wishful thinking.

Right.

Well, the Socos have finished
in the lab, and the

electrician's back in there having
another look at the Faraday cage.

Oh, and this is the carrier
bag from the

Lotus, the one with Lowell
Tanner's receipt in it.

I just found it in Dr.
Ransom's office.

Minus 6,000 quid.

How's Max?

Why, he's mad, sir.

He wants to see a solicitor,
and he's just

thrown his breakfast over
the custody, Sergeant.

That's an odd manifestation
of grief for a

man who's just lost his father
and his brother.

Yeah.

We'll have a chat when he arrives.

Scott, I need you to
go back to the lab.

Find out all you can from
the electrician.

I think I'll go and have another
look around Midsomer Mere.

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Now, I could read your palm later,
but that'll cost you a fiver.

There you go, dearie.

Be lucky.

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Hello, gorgeous.

Now, you've got a lucky face.

And I also have one of these.

And the penalties for
gaining pecuniary

advantages through deception
can be very severe.

I am a bona fide psychic.

Aye, well, there's a lot
of that around here.

Only it's funny that a
medium to the crowned

heads of Europe couldn't spot
that I'm with the CID.

Now, I'm going to make a prediction.

When I get back, that won't be here.

I knew you were going to say that.

Are you here for the murders?

Well, you're the clairvoyant.

Ben!

You haven't heard.

What?

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What happened?

I got in a fight with John.

How's Emma?

Well, the police are
all over the house.

I need somewhere to lie
low, just for a couple

of days, until they find
out I didn't kill him.

Mystery solved, sir.

-Uh-huh.
-No, not yet.

But I don't think Dr. Anson was killed
just for the 6,000 quid.

How you doing?

All I want to know, sir, is
what genius wired this up.

The electrician reckons
that whoever it

was wants to be doing some
serious jail time.

Don't sit there, whatever you do.

The juice goes down through the wires
into the back of the chair.

Someone rewired the chair?

Yeah, according to the electrician,
they blew every fuse in the place.

Only now, the transformer goes up as

high as whatever's coming
in off the mains.

We've tested the wiring, Mr. Ransom.

We know what was going on.

And what exactly was that?

You were using electrical shocks
to reinforce correct answers.

Put it another way, you'd
shock whoever was in

the chair every time they
got an answer wrong.

But then you started upping
the voltage, didn't you?

Your brother John was given
a severe electrical shock

just before he died, severe enough
to leave burns on his body.

You started with 50 volts, and then you
worked your way up, didn't you?

But you were so determined to get
him to give you the right

answers that you ended up giving him
enough electricity to kill him.

I assume your dad wasn't best pleased
when he found out what you'd done.

Is that why you killed him?

Because he found out what you'd done?

Inspector, if you would only
put your trust in science,

how might you second sight to
help you find your killer?

I'll tell you what.

Why don't we run a little testing?

I mean, I was so inspired by
your demonstration the

other day that I've come equipped
to do a little experiment.

Now.

Find me the Nine of Diamonds.

How about the iron of any suit?

Pick up any diamond.

How about a red card?

Evens.

You've no more got second sight
than I have, have you?

You simply memorized the flash cards in
the cage to show me what you could do.

And why would I do that?

Because you wanted to be able to do magic,
just like your brother, John.

But John really was someone special.

And you will.

You're a scientist, aren't you?

But not a very good one.

Lost inside something you
don't understand at all.

But I understand it must be
very frustrating to be

surrounded by all that talent and realize
that you haven't got any.

Did you argue with your father
about going to see Emma?

Because your father wanted little Christine
left completely out of it.

You take your time, Mr. Ransom.

Ask the custody sergeant for
a full 48 hours while we

gather enough evidence to charge
you with double murder.

Thank you.

How much do you know about
Salieri, Scott?

Salieri?

Antonio Salieri.

I don't really bother about
the Italian side, sir.

Antonio Salieri was suspected
of murdering Wolfgang

Amadeus Mozart on December
the 5th, 1791, out of a

great jealousy for the great genius
he himself did not possess.

But the operative word here,
Scott, is murder.

Emma.

Is Max still here?

I'm afraid he's on his way to Causton.

We're holding him for
further questioning.

I need to talk to you about Max,
about why he came to see me.

Well, I assume he came to
see you about Christine?

There's someone else.

There's someone else
I want to protect.

Jersey, four miles, west
by northwest seven.

Later in Thames, west by northwest
seven, 986, falling.

And that concludes.

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How do they get the pigeons
in there, sir?

That, Scott, is a Stevenson screen.

It houses instruments for measuring

temperature, humidity, and ambient
barometric pressure.

Right.

What's wrong with the
weather forecast?

You know, Scott, you're right.

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-Whoa!
-Cops!

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Mr. Kirby, little Mel,

you're the man in the
lane, aren't you?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

You all right?

I'm fine.

This is Detective Sergeant Scott.

We want to ask you about Ben Kirby,
Emma Kirby's husband.

I want to speak to him about a fight
in the pub with John Ransom.

Emma thinks you know where he is.

He's not here.

Don't bloody touch that.

Don't touch nothing.

Mr. Kirby.

Oh, don't you listen.

Touch that again, or I'll kill you.

It's a scientific instrument.

Mustn't be disturbed.

Mal.

Mal, there's just a couple of things
we need to know about.

Ben Kirby.

Now, I'll tell you what you want to know,
and then you'll go, all right?

Ben was worried about
hitting John Ransom.

He was here last night,
and he's gone now.

And what about Max Ransom, Mal?

Did he want you to take part
in those experiments?

Did he want you to sit in the cage?

Talking about second sight, Mal,
Emma says that you have it,

and that Max had asked her to come
here to talk to you about it.

I'm sorry, I'm trying to understand
why a man with

second sight would need one of
those and that Stevenson

screen out there to tell him what
the weather was going to do.

You listen to me, I don't use it.

Second sight, nothing, nothing
to smile about and joke.

It's not a blessing, neither.

And if I don't choose to use
it, that's up to me.

Scott, I want you to
go down to the cash

point at the garage, take
out £100 on expenses.

Then I want you to spend
the rest of the

afternoon in that pub, losing
every penny you've got.

I might win, sir.

You might win, but it's worth
a pint to celebrate.

I want to find out once
and for all whether

this second sight stuff
is for real or a hoax.

I'll meet you back here.

Wish me luck.

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How long's a limited period that
depends on what God has in mind

His church has been empty for years.

No congregation, no believers.

I've got to pluck Midsomer Mere like
a burning brand from the fire.

From what I've seen, that could
take quite some time.

That's what they said
to me in Birmingham.

Within six months, I'd quadrupled
the congregation.

They needed a PA for all the folk
who couldn't get into church.

That's why they call
me Preaching Pete.

I've said I'll do the same
here within a year.

So a baptism, that would
be quite a victory.

Oh, it's a symbol of a
hope-filled future.

Has Mel Kirby caused you any trouble?

Little Mel.

Little Mal won't even set
a foot inside church.

He's ducked every wedding, every

funeral, every christening
for the last 20 years.

He's what's wrong with this
village, Inspector.

No faith.

I'm going to need some water.

Water down, that's a good idea.

I'm a bit tipsy.

It's won't take long, mind if I watch?

No.

Shall we look at the cards, or do
you want to do this without?

Bad luck.

You don't learn, do you?

I think you need to be taught
a lesson, my friend.

Trip Kings.

Well, here endeth the
lesson, my friend.

It's a royal flush.

Can I have a look?

Yeah, me too.

Thank you.

Right Jimmy you tell me what I

got three diamonds nine clubs

Four diamonds, nine diamonds, queen of

clubs, ace of spades.

Now, you see, what are the
odds against that?

Go on, do it again.

Do it again.

Hmm?

Do it again.

Tour of Arts.

How's it done?

Buy me a drink, I'll tell you.

Well, you'd tell me a second
sight, wouldn't you?

No.

But I will tell you.

There's a bloody great mirror
behind that bar.

I'll be seeing you.

Well, no luck.

You know the way they
design these things

these days, you know, weights,
magnets and such?

Unbeatable.

But I find, give it a little
nudge, a bit of a hole...

Place your measures.

Barnaby.

Do you want to know what killed him?

Yes, indeed, I do, George.

The brain had been subjected
to some sort of

electrical shock, but nowhere near
strong enough to kill him.

He died from a simple
blood clot, a good

old-fashioned blow to the head
with something blunt.

I'd say by somebody very strong.

-Hey!
-Hey!

Uh, remind me again, George.

What was the color of his hair?

Dark brown, almost black.

George, can you lift a couple of DNA
samples from both of the bodies?

I want to make sure that John Ransom
is, in fact, the son of Dr. Ransom.

Let's start with wrongful arrest.

Someone's laid waste to half
your family, Mr. Ransom.

Let's start with police protection.

George, I'm going to give you
a prediction, George.

John Ransom's DNA profile is different
from his father's.

How do you know that?

Because, George, that's what's been
bothering me all this while.

Apart from the father and
son not looking alike,

precognition or second sight, if it
exists, is inherited, isn't it?

Inherited, in this case, through the
Kirby bloodline, not the Ransom's.

What threw me was that Max Ransom appeared
to have it, but he doesn't.

John Ransom did have it, but for one

reason and one reason alone,
he was part Kirby.

Nice work.

Morning, sir.

Scott, get after the solicitor.

Find out if any of the Kirbys benefit
from the death of male Ransoms.

The Kirbys?

And if any of that hinges on Ben
and Emma baptizing their child.

Ben. Vicar, look, until there's
been the funerals,

I'm sorry, we've really got
to call the baptism off.

Oh, ye of little faith.

No.

I want you to understand, Emma, no
one is accusing you of anything.

Why do you want to know about
my father's will?

Because John died of a head injury and
was struck with a blunt instrument.

And that means he didn't
die as a result of

acting as a guinea pig
in Max's experiments.

And that means that the killer
is probably still

out there and that Max himself
is probably at risk.

That's why I need to be absolutely
sure of what

happens in the events of Max
meeting an untimely death.

What does that have to do with me?

Emma, I have some evidence
that suggests

that Dr. Ransom was not John's
biological father.

Did John know his father was a Kirby?

Max knew.

He'd taken samples from
Jimmy and the others.

He knew John had Kirby DNA.

John wanted to know who was
going to be godfather.

I told him we wanted Little Mal.

And why would Little Mal's presence as a
godparent, why would that upset John?

I'll show you.

This is my classroom.

This is where Ben used to sit.

Oh, my desk.

I was seven.

We'd just come in off the playground.

-F-T.

The next thing everyone saw was
a giant come running in.

Right, I need everybody to stand up.

I'm going to play a game.

Let's shoot the shot.

The one who gets furthest away
from me wins a prize.

Right, off you go.

That's it!

No, I must have forgotten, Captain!

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Fortunately.

If it hadn't been for Mal, half
of us would have been killed.

That's you.

And Ben with glasses.

Mal Kirby, the-year-old farm worker,
cannot explain the impulse

which drove him from his tractor
into a half-mile sprint to

Midsomer Mere Primary, where 27 children
and their teacher had been

sheltering from the rain moments before a
lorry came crashing through the wall.

It's hard to believe
that was just luck.

I stopped believing in luck
when I was seven.

Which is when your mother
met little Mel.

John's real dad.

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I'd say it was raining,
wouldn't you know?

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Hello?

Ow!

There's a special connection
between you and Ben Kirby.

Something you haven't told me.

Something to do with the fact that you

haven't always been a recluse,
have you, Mel?

Once you were the hero of the village.

Emma showed me the classroom,
and she also

showed me the photograph of
you with the children.

The ones you kept out of harm's way.

Like I think you're trying to keep
Ben out of harm's way now.

Now, I know that you are the
father of John Ransom.

He got his gift from you.

That's why Max wants Emma to persuade
you to go up to the lab.

And it's also why Max wants the
child, Christine, isn't it?

Because she's like John, a child
of a Kirby and a Ransom.

And Dr. Ransom knew.

That's why he told me his
feelings for John

were always conditioned by
knowing what he was.

But now, I cannot make
the other connection.

Between what?

Between a man responsible for an act

of integrity and bravery and a

compulsive, obsessive, recluse, always
making notes about the air pressure.

Why aren't you at the
pub with Jimmy, eh?

Second sight's nothing
to be celebrated.

If I choose not to use
it, that's up to me.

We've met before, haven't we?

Well, I mean, apart from me trying to

knock you over last night
in Fortunate Lane.

Oh, I've been waiting for you
to be there almost 20 years.

So you are using second sight?

Was using it, a hell of a lot.

More even than Jimmy.

Card games, horses.

And then one day, under a clear
blue sky, I sat down on the

village green to see how far I
could see into my own future.

I saw all the way, right to
the manor of my own death.

Starts with you in the black car.

You almost run me down
in the lane, and

then you get up and you ask
me if I'm all right.

I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

And then.

It ends in a storm,

not like the one at the
school, like 87,

and me dead in the doorway
of the church.

That's not for me.

Barnaby.

Sir?

Scott.

Sir, I want you to answer this
like it's no big deal.

Are you with Mal Kirby?

Yes, I am.

All right, two things.

First, I've just discovered that Mal
Kirby is the chief beneficiary

of the ransom estate in the event that
both John and Max Ransom die.

And the other?

Max Ransom, sir.

He's just been murdered.

Dead for less than an hour, hit by
something like a tree branch.

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It's not here.

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You ask me, sir, the whole
thing's a con job.

I thought you said your
nan was superstitious.

Yeah, well, my other nan wasn't.

You know what I'd like to do, sir?

What? Get that shyster Jimmy Kirby to
take the mirror down behind his bar.

You might just get the chance, Scott.

Sir?

That seemed like a long time ago.

I suppose that's what you
call a cool six grand.

So you admit you were at
Lower Mearhouse the

night Dr. Ransom was killed
and stealing his money.

Well, my money.

I'm not denying it.

That cash is mine by rights.

I was the one who was cheated.

I think you'll find, Mr. Tanner, that
as long as you accepted the payment.

All right, Sherlock.

What?

What?

All I wanted to do was
talk to the father.

I wanted to tell him what I thought
of his weasel of a son.

I walk up there, front doors
open, I walk in.

Did you see Dr. Ransom?

-No.
-No, I saw the carrier bag.

I could hear him arguing with his
other lad in the kitchen.

A year's worth of research.

We need to start again
with someone else.

No.

Bag was on his desk.

Six grand was in it.

Well, I decided I must need
it more than they did.

So I took it.

They were both still alive
when I walked out.

And what are you doing living in
a caravan with Romany Rose?

That's not legal, is it?

We've been shacked up since she
arrived, to tell the truth.

I have this weakness for
northern gypsies.

You've got to admit it, she's
a very good looking woman.

She's also got two dead husbands.

Bet they died happy and all.

Look, it could be Uriel.

I wouldn't mind getting back there.

No, no, no, no.

That's not possible, Mr. Tanner.

You are implicated in three murders.

And until I find out the
extent to which you

are involved, your next
stop's a police cell.

Please, God.

Help me to understand.

I cannot believe the suggestion
by your servant Pete

Kowalski that my father and my brothers
have been taken by the devil.

AHHHHHH!

You've nicked him, then.

I'm psychic, remember?

If you mean Mr. Tanner, he is helping
us with our inquiries.

Look, I'm going to do you a deal.

You let him go, and I'll give you all the
help you need to solve these murders.

How do you intend to do that?

Like I said, I'm a clairvoyant.

Oh, you're a clairvoyant.

And I am a policeman.

And I'm afraid I have had it up to
here with all this hocus pocus.

Now, my sergeant took the trouble to
look you up on the police computer.

Romany Rose, Flower of the Carpathians,
alias Gloria Pitt from

Audenshaw, Manchester, with convictions
for deception, fraud, and theft.

Wanted for interview by every police force
from here to Blackpool North Pier.

Now, I'll do you a deal.

I'll give you one hour's head start
before I start phoning them.

And in the meantime, I'd be very grateful
if you'd let me solve these murders.

Yeah, well, I might be able
to think you say I

am lover, but at least I know
how policemen think.

And I'd say a rational deduction
is not cracking this, is it?

How many more people have got to die
before you get anywhere near it?

Try something else.

DCI Barnaby?

What?

I'm Ben Kirby.

It was me who thumped John Ransom
in The Luck in the World.

I'm delighted you can join us.

Emma and Christine are missing.

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Upstairs, come on.

Anything you tell us, we're there.

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Scott!

Sir.

Get yourself back to the pub.

Round up the Kirby's.

I want to know if they've seen Emma.

What about you, sir?

I'll be with little Mel.

For East Anglia, Kent, the South
Coast and the whole of

Southern England, after a clear start,
a terrible night took up.

Rain and high winds already in
excess of 60 miles per hour.

Now that's enough to bring down
branches, even trees.

Now, I know where we've met before.

I think I once did you a favor.

Now, would you do the
same for me, please?

Three of the ransoms are dead.

Emma and Christine have disappeared.

Now, if you know anything,
anything at all

about the Kirbys, I need
you to tell me now.

Melt.

Could Jimmy help, if you asked him?

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Now, I need to think about this.

No, I've seen him, sir.

All they want to do is play cards.

Here we go.

He's the right pair of jokers.

Leave him, Jimmy.

Mr. Caddy, Emma and Christine
are missing.

Do you know where they are?

Well, can't his fancy
barometer tell him?

He lost it, Mal.

Lost it a long time ago.

Never got it back.

Can't find his own backside in
the dark with both hands now.

We're wasting time, sir.

No, we're waiting for him.

Ever played 52 card pick up?

-Pick him up.
-No, you pick him up.

You pick them up, and I'll bet you

I'll see every single one of them.

Anyone got a quid?

Brian.

Right, ladies and gentlemen,
nothing up

my sleeves, but the ends
of both my arms.

Come on.

Nine of Diamonds.

Three spades.

Ten of clubs.

Queen of clubs.

Ace of hearts.

Nine of hearts.

Four of diamonds.

Nine pound.

Excuse me.

That's yours.

Come on!

I am Jordy, this creature of salt.

The devils of this heathen village.

So that you're ready to be baptised.

He's coming back tighter, isn't he?

If the parents want it or not.

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Mr Gavasky!

It's the police, Mr Gavasky!

Open the door!

Now, seeing that they are accursed...

Must be another one, Scott.

Round the back.

Mr Gavasky!

Open the door!

...and go astray.

Mr. Gavarsky!

Mr. Kowalski, police!

It is a fearful thing to fall into
the hands of the living God.

Then shall the axe be put unto the
root of the tree, and every

tree that bringeth not forth fruit
will be cast into the fire.

For he will pour down rain upon the

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fire and

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and tempest.

And then she'll say, peace,
and all things safe.

And then she'll sound the strums
of the cuckoo clock.

Leave the kid.

Leave the child, Kowalski.

Leave her. Through stubbornness,
heaped upon all sufferance.

I will save her.

It's not too late.

I'll have people crying into the
doorway just to hear me speak.

Peter!

This is just the start!

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That'll do, Mr. Kowalski.

Peter Kowalski, I'm arresting
you for the murder of John

Ransom and for the abduction of
Emma and Christine Kirby.

And I think you'll find that
is just the start.

What are you praying
for, Mr. Kowalski?

Forgiveness.

They know not what they do.

But you knew exactly what you
were doing, didn't you?

No, forgiveness for you.

Oh.

I'm praying for all those who,
through stupidity or

ignorance or lack of faith, stand in
the way of God's work on Earth.

Well, that's what you
were doing, was it?

God's work, when you
were lying in wait

for John Ransom outside
the luck in the world.

You've been expecting this for
some weeks, haven't you?

Letter from your bishop to tell you
something you already knew but

couldn't face up to, that preaching
Pete Kowalski was indeed for a

limited period only, because you failed
in Midsomer Mere, haven't you?

The Lord my God is a jealous
God, visiting

the iniquity of the fathers
upon the children.

John Ransom came to see
you the day he died.

He was upset, liked to torment people.

And he tormented you, didn't he?

He used his precognitive
powers to tell

you that letter was on
its way, didn't he?

And despite a lifetime believing
that the future

was known only to God, you
believed John Ransom.

What?

And when he died from his
injuries, you tried

to place the blame on Max
and his experiment.

You told me you tried your hand
at rewiring your church.

And I think you used the little knowledge
you gained to rewire the chair.

Max, what are you playing at?

Well, what do you want?

And then it was you and Max.

Faith against science.

Battling for little baby Christine.

But you couldn't stop him going
to see his sister, could you?

And Emma and Christine
were very special.

They were the only congregation
you'd got.

Leave Emma out of this.

Why? Because she's pure?
Because she's innocent?

No.

Because Emma's mine.

She's not yours, Mr. Kowalski,
nor is baby Christine.

No more belongs to you than to Max.

Max, who you killed with the first
weapon that came to hand.

I'm not scared by you.

I answer to a higher authority.

Let us return unto him who is the

merciful receiver of all
true penitent sinners.

And yet, though we have sinned, is
still an advocate in the Father.

As Mr. Kowalski is already
talking to an advocate,

Scott, I think we can assume he
doesn't need a solicitor.

-Emma.
-Ben.

We came to thank you.

Preaching Peter.

Could no more cope with the idea of failure
than he could with second sex.

You two still planning
to baptize this one?

That church is going
to be full one day.

A baptism's not a bad way to start.

Best of luck.

Looks like you're bleeding.

Mal!

I knew you'd be here.

Oh, yes, of course you would.

I wanted you to have this.

-Oh, that's good.
-Thank you.

Thank you.

I figured out where we met before.

Homeless man, battered to death in
mere woods, storms of 87, yeah?

I got pulled in for murder
by some pratt of a DCI.

You said you did me a favor.

We should never have brought
you in, should we?

We had no evidence against you.

We were on a fishing trip.

DCI said I should charge you.

I told the DCI I'm a policeman,
not a psychic.

And instead of kicking me off
the force, he let you go.

Thank you.

You caught the killer?

Oh, Mal, of course.

Bye, Mum.

See you soon.

OK?

Yeah.

Bye Dad.

Best of luck, love.

Luck is not gonna come easy.

She's gonna be just fine.

I wanted to ask you, Mel...

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