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-Picture the scene.

It is 3 o'clock in
the morning.

And there you lie in the
imagined safety of your own

bed, listening is that a
movement you hear downstairs?

A servant, perhaps, whose duty
drives him to check the

silver, even at this
late hour.

No.

It is something far
more sinister.

So you rise from your bed,
looking around yourself.

And what do you see
in the moonlight?

A poker.

Yes, the iron poker from
your bedroom fireplace.

Grasping it firmly in your
hand, you proceed to the

stairs and descend
to the hall.

There you stop.

You look around.

All is silence.

And then--

- miss Boxer.

-Picture the scene.

-Uh, lunch, I think.

Thank you, mr. Jardine.

-Cut it out, quatermass.

-What's the hurry?

-Warwick Jardine's on his way
out, and I got on the wrong

Side of him when I sprayed
his daimler.

-Oh, well, he'll never
get fungal rot.

-Or a shine on his paint work.

Come on.

-Mrs. Thyme.

Miss Boxer.

-I'm sorry about the,
um-- you know.

-How much more of your
professional attention may we

look forward to?

-The blight's all but gone.

-Are you?

Good.

-Here's a trick the
rest of us use.

Imagine him in women's
underwear.

-Does it work for you?

-A bit too well.

I've had to stop.

You nearly done here?

-We've thinned out the infected
leaves, sprayed to

protect the rest of them.

There's not a lot
more we can do.

-I've got a proposal I'd
like to run by you.

Tea shop in half an hour?

Frazer!

-The buns are on me.

-It's just a little old place
out in the country.

It's been in the family since
god was in short trousers.

-How big's the garden?

-Tiny, tiny.

And it's barely worth five
minutes of your attention.

Actually, I'm lying.

It's quite huge.

Oh, I don't know.

Which gets you more
interested?

Do you know how hard it is to
nail down a landscaper?

-Martin, just describe
the problem.

-I want to put the elizabethan
garden back the way it was.

But it's gone to pot.

Could you take a look at it?

-Yeah--

-We'll, uh, check our diary,
and let you know.

-I've been asking about you.

You know your stuff.

And you don't pad
your overheads.

Here's my number.

I'll be home anytime from
9:00 on friday.

-Why check the diary when
there's nothing in it?

-It's bad business to
seem too eager.

Anyway, he's already dropping
hints about our low overheads.

-Oh, I can't imagine what
gave him that idea.

I've always fancied getting
my hands on

an elizabethan garden.

Yes, and, uh, speaking of overheads,

I've had an idea that
could save us a ton

of money this summer.

What is it?

Oh, dear.

Uh, if I just
come out and tell you,

You'll only say no.

-See, you've got your two
sleeping compartments on

opposite sides while the middle
opens right out

in good weather.

-Oh, I like this one.

-Have you been camping before?

-Oh, yes.

In the brownies.

That's great news.

-Well, just one more thing.

What's that?

-Is there anywhere decent
we can stay?

Well, that depends on what you

class as decent.

-Walls and a roof.

We've got bags of room.

-Oh, great.

Right.

Well, you're on.

Ah, we'll see you on sunday.

-Look forward to it.

-Bye.

-Slide poles into pole sleeves
on outside of fly sheet.

Brace pole, and locate pole
pins on pole end.

-Why don't you use the
english translation?

-I'm sure it will be perfectly
clear when it's laid out on

the ground.

-Ah, here we are.

Martin said we go left when
we see a post box.

And there it is.

It's my turn!

-Doesn't it get lonely with
Martin not around during the

week, Suzanne?

-Not with a class
of 20 to teach.

-What?

You work, as well?

-Part time.

It's the only way to
keep it all going.

-We haven't had a holiday
in five years.

And the kids got second-hand
bikes for christmas.

-Isn't there an income
from the estate?

Nowhere near enough.

Oi, Toby!

Play nicely.

Yeah, but
it's my turn to have the--

-I've had this all week.

-Go on.

We'll find our own way
to the garden.

-Come on, now.

Why can't you learn to share?

- Oh, dear.

-I ought to warn you.

I've put Martin on lunch duty.

-Why is that worth a warning?

-Well, it depends on whether
you're ok with caveman food.

If he can't burn it, you'd
better like it raw.

Oh, lord.

-This old print shows what
it used to be like.

Every generation leaves
its mark on the place.

Martin wants this to be his.

-Why don't you leave
us alone for a bit?

-Yeah, we'll just have a poke
around, and see what's what.

-Ok, well, come and join
us when you're done.

It's going to take a bit more
than a prune and a tidy.

-No, it's not quite as
bad as it looks.

The basic layout's still here.

-Ooh, you are the biggest
optimist I've ever known.

What are you looking for?

Rather fear that old

sun dial's long gone.

Oh, but look at this.

Won't it be something?

There's been a building here.

You can see the
old foundations.

-It will take more than
the two of us

to get those dug out.

We'll have to get in
some extra labor.

Big hunky blokes with
picks and shovels.

-And a couple of deck chairs.

-Deck chairs?

-So we can sit and watch.

-Pardon me.

-Were you sent to fetch us?

Sorry we're taking so long.

-I don't even know
who you are.

I'm Jim.

-Laura Thyme.

-Rosemary Boxer.

-I would count it a great favor
if you didn't mention

that you'd seen me.

-What?

-I'm not really supposed
to be here.

I've been banned from
the property.

-Oh, well, I'm sorry
to hear that.

But you can't ask us
to cover for you.

-We're guests here.

-I'll just go then.

-Me bring meat from
mighty aga.

There's free ice cream
for anyone who

can take these scroungy dogs
away from the table.

-A plant pathologist?

-That's right.

-Like quincy of the greenwood?

-If you like.

-Don't let him wind you up.

-No, no, no.

I'm intrigued.

I'd like to know how you do
a post-mortem on a tree.

-With a chain saw.

-Are you being serious?

-You started it.

-Have you lived here
all your life?

-Born here.

Went away, came back.

Now I'm in charge of
the Lyvedon trust.

-And the first girl
I ever kissed.

-But don't you dare tell
the mrs. That.

Katie, are you all right?

-Thanks, I'm on call.

-Are you a doctor?

-Anesthetics.

And I've heard all the
jokes, thank you.

-And what do you do?

-Book jackets.

I'm an illustrator.

-Really?

Would I have seen any?

- I don't know.

Can you read?

-Chris!
-What?

-Fern, that's a lovely name.

Where'd it come from?

-Mum's an old hippie.

You wouldn't know it
to look at her now.

-I don't know how
to take that.

-I think you're very lucky.

-I know.

If I'd been a boy, it
would've been bambi.

-See there's another
job half finished.

Looks like you'll be left
with a builder's yard.

-It belongs to the
odd-job man.

And he only comes back because
we hide his tools.

I think Martin fell for you two
because you'll live on the

job till it's done.

-Oh, did you tell Martin
about the man we saw?

-No, uh--

-Where was this?

-At the door in the
walled garden.

-See, he seemed a bit odd.

He asked us not to say
that we'd seen him.

He said his name was Jim.

-Cousin Jim.

-What did he want?

-I don't know.

He didn't make a lot of sense.

-I thought he'd been
told to stay away.

-Is there something we
should know about?

-No.

He's perfectly harmless.

But he's troubled.

Nothing you should lose
any sleep over.

Speaking of which, Laura here
absolutely insists on spurning

our hospitality for a night
under the stars.

Where's the best spot
to pitch the tent?

-Oh, definitely the dingle.

Down by the river.

-Well done, girls.

You've just spared my poor, long
suffering a whole heap of

Extra laundry.

-Cheers.

-Cheers to that.

-Did you notice how everyone
reacted when cousin

Jim's name came up?

-I am so happy to be inside a
thin layer of nylon while

Heathcliff's out there, stalking
the countryside.

-Martin says he's harmless.

-Martin's in a house.

-You seem to be getting
on well with chris.

Is he the artist?

He says he's always on the
lookout for life models.

-Ooh, I'd watch him.

-No, no.

I don't think that was
what was on his mind.

Not with his wife sitting
right there.

Oh, I don't know.

These artistic types.

"While titian was mixing
rose madder, his model

reclined on a ladder.

Her position to titian suggested
coition, so he ran

up the ladder

and at her."

-Anyway, it's who he
wants to paint.

-Laura, you awake?

-I'm going for water.

-Jim?

Jim!

Start down there.

The last person that fell in
this river turned up three

days later and a mile
downstream.

-Dead?

-Upsetting for you, I know.

But I can tell you this.

One way, or another, this was
a tragedy waiting to happen.

If Jim Frazer hadn't
topped himself,

someone around here
would have murdered him.

-Why on earth would
you say that?

-He was a loner.

He was a bit strange.

And he made it his life's
mission to rub people

up the wrong way.

You ask george hamilton teed.

-George who?

-Hamilton teed.

Editor of the "Lyvedon
observer." He can fill his

ledgers page 10 times over with
the stuff he got from our

Jim.

-If it wasn't for the
law of libel.

Look, I know it's a bit of a
bad time, but can I have a

quick word?

-I was at a breakfast
meeting in chambers.

Have they found any
sign of him yet?

-They say he could fetch
up anywhere down river.

I'll get away as
soon as I can.

You know Warwick Jardine.

Mention compassionate lenience,
he'll reach for a dictionary.

-Well, there's nothing you
can do for Jim anyway.

-Martin.

-I've got to go.

I'll call you tonight.

-Bye, love.

-Are you going to take
the day off?

-School's closed
for half-term.

-Here.

-Do you want us to carry
on with the garden?

-Oh, lordy.

Yes, nothing changes there.

You'll have some help
with the heavy work.

-Apparently Jim wrote to the
local newspaper, complaining

about everyone and everything.

And all of it unprintable.

-Well, everyone needs a hobby.

-Well, this was like
an obsession.

I think he saw himself as the
conscience of the village.

-You aren't letting
this get to you?

-Well, what do you expect?

You didn't see the
look he gave me.

Oh, and the policeman said
that if Jim hadn't thrown

himself in the river
when he did, he--

-Ladies.

-I think it's our labor force.

-Cool hand luke and the gang.

-Not going to eat you.

Not here in broad daylight,
anyway.

-It's all very well
for an ex-copper.

You have experience
with law breakers.

What if one of them tried
to make a run for it?

-There's no wooden horse.

And steve mcqueen himself
couldn't get a

Motorbike over that wall.

-Well, he's not going to
be much of an obstacle.

-Don't be mislead by
our mr. Coutts.

He's like a coiled spring.

-Hello.

-Would you like me to
introduce the boys?

-Huxton Rymer, mp.

Ring any bells?

-George Marsden plummer.

An example to us all.

If you're going to burn down a
building, and claim from five

different insurance companies,
make sure you put the claim

Forms in the right envelopes.

-You look familiar.

-I'm Rupert Waldo.

Celebrity chef.

You may have seen my show on the
home and kitchen channel.

-You didn't poison someone
on air, did you?

-Fraud, I'm afraid.

Those, uh, recipe books
with my name on them.

Didn't write a single
one of them.

-They put you in
jail for that?

-Well, plus a small matter of
misstated profits and the

inland revenue.

-So what are you
all doing here?

-We are on loan to mr. Frazer
from bleakmoor grange.

He's done a deal with
the governor.

He has an eye for a bargain,
mr. Frazer.

I bet he got you cheap.

-Um, any chance of
a look at a plan?

-There's been a-- a building
here that doesn't appear on

the original plan.

-No.

Um, now this was the
victorian chapel.

As ugly a piece of Jerry-building
as ever spoiled a garden.

-It had been a ruin for years.

We spent the last three weeks
loading up stones for carting away.

-Well, we'll have to, um, dig
out the foundations and make

the ground good before
we can recreate

the Elizabethan design.

-When the judge said 10 years,
he never mentioned hard labor.

-Is this a problem?

-I am kidding.

We're all volunteers.

You're not the only ones
that want to see

this garden restored, you know.

-Have you done this sort
of thing before?

-Best window box display
Kettle Hampton

flower show last year.

-Runners-up best
garden in

a small, enclosed yard.

-They'd have given us
best hanging basket.

But they wouldn't let
us have a ladder.

-Oh, Rosemary?

-What?

-What do you make
of these holes?

-We've been seeing
them all over.

-Oh, I didn't know moles brought
their own spades.

-Maybe that's why Jim was
sneaking into the garden.

-Digging in the chapel ruins
for some ancient family treasure?

Have they found Jim?

-Nobody found anything.

Look, I know you're very
comfortable here.

But, would you mind
awfully staying

with me in the house tonight?
But, would you mind
awfully staying

with me in the house tonight?

Martin can't get back
until morning.

-Well, if you insist.

Come on, Rosemary.

We can't let Suzanne down.

-Enjoy it while you can.

-Oh, I will.

I will.

-Toby.

Tim.

Back into bed right now,
and stay there.

Mommy's got friends round.

-As long as they stay upstairs
after 8 o'clock, that's all

the victory I ask for.

-Ah, who's joining us?

-Gwynne.

You met her yesterday.

She's my best friend
in the village.

And she was Martin's first
girlfriend, I know.

He tells everyone.

And then he tells them not
to mention it to me.

- Bless him.

-Cheers.

-Whoever it is, I've had
enough for one day.

-They might have found him.

-Well, that's the last thing
I want to think about.

Hello, love.

Old hauserstokes says I can take
the rest of the week off

once I've covered the
custody hearing.

So I'll definitely be home
by tomorrow, I promise.

I'll try and be back by night.

-By the way, I stopped by and fed
Jim's chickens on the way over.

-Oh, thanks.

-Ok.

-Has anybody any idea
what made him do it?

-Nobody was that close to him.

Nobody wanted to be.

-Oh, there'll be
so much to do.

There's the whole
house to clear.

-We don't even know that
he's dead yet.

-Bless you for helping, but you
don't interrupt rapids downstream.

-He didn't get out
before that?

-He didn't get out.

-Why did Martin have
to warn him off?

-Jim could never appreciate
the fine line between

being a welcomed guest
and a trespasser.

- Gwynne.

Well, look at the
number of times Martin

Caught him on the property.

You saw for yourselves.

Never mind she's
here on her own

with the children all week.

-Oh, that'll be Fern.

I told her to call by after work
if she needs a lift home.

You're early, darling.

-Only three tables, and
the tips were lousy.

-Do you want anything to eat?

-Oh, chef made me some chips.

What were you talking about?

-I'll give you one guess.

-Well, I saw Jim hanging out
here on friday night.

-When?

-When I was walking to work.

He was out there on the lane,
outside the gates.

I reckon he didn't
want me to see

him posting one of his letters.

-You mean one of the letters
he sent to the local paper?

-Jim was harmless.

-He could have a nasty
mind when it

Came to certain people.

-Gwynne!

Please.

-What about some acidic
fertilizer?

-See what I've got in.

-Jim?

Sorry.

-They found jim's body
in the river.

Martin's just been
to identify him.

-Just stand up, say what
you saw, and sit down.

That's all there is to it.

-Morning.

-Good morning.

-Morning.

-Rosemary, I think ought
to warn you.

Do you know who the coroner for
the Lyvedon borough is?

-No.

-Well, technically, it's
supposed to be me.

But when there's a clash of
interest, what happens is--

-Surely Martin can't be expected
to present over his

own cousin's inquest.

-No, of course not.

When something like this
happens, they swap duties with

the part-timer from
the next borough.

-Well, why would that be
a problem for Rosemary?

-Warwick Jardine?

You're joking.

-The body was washed down river,
and was retrieved from

the weir at 11 o'clock
on tuesday morning.

It was in a very
poor condition.

But mr. Martin Frazer was
able to identify his

cousin at the scene.

-And the reason for that
poor condition being--

-all the rocks and stones.

It's a very fast-moving river.

Our pathologist said it was the
battering that killed him.

-Thank you, constable stuart.

And now I'd like to hear from
miss Rosemary Boxer.

-I saw james Frazer out on
the stepping stones.

He seemed to be waiting
for something.

And he looked straight
at me for a moment.

And then he just let himself
fall into the water.

-Did he struggle or cry out?

-No, he was carried away
in a matter of seconds.

-So, in effect, you were the
last person to see him alive.

Miss Boxer?

-I thought I saw him again
at the tuesday market.

It was only for a second, and
i--i couldn't be sure.

But it isn't a face that
I'd quickly forget.

-Miss Boxer, I want you to think
very carefully about

what you're telling us.

-I thought I saw him, but
I couldn't swear to it.

-Miss Boxer, this is
a coroner's court.

You are swearing to it.

-In that case, I would
have to say that I

was probably mistaken.

-Thank you.

-You can forget it now.

It's over.

-Anything to say about the
suicide verdict, miss Boxer?

Thank you.

-Well, he might have waited
for an answer.

-He's a journalist.

He can make up his own--

-You poor thing.

Are you all right?

-Oh, I'm fine.

-You mustn't take any of that
awful summing up personally.

-Yeah, anyone can have
a wildand irrational flight

of fantasy at any time.

I know I can.

-Thank you.

-I, uh--

I wondered if you had a chance
to mention you-know-what to

you-know-who?

-What?

-About posing.

-No, I didn't see the
actual event.

-No, I don't think
she's interested.

-Yeah, I'm sorry, Martin.

But if Warwick Jardine hadn't
put me on the spot, I wouldn't

even have mentioned it.

-You could see what I'm getting
at, though, can't you?

The last thing I want is Suzanne
and the kids being

spooked when I'm not here.

-I'm not saying that they're
going to meet their dead uncle

Jim on the doorstep
in the moonlight.

-I saw him dead.

You saw him die.

What are you suggesting,
Rosemary?

Some kind of funny business?

-She was under oath, Martin.

She had to say what she
believed she saw.

-I'll tell you what.

Do this, and you'll
be doing me a big

favor at the same time.

Go to jim's cottage.

Sort out his bloody
animals for me.

You have my permission
to snoop, sneak,

and crawl all over that place.

And if you find anything that
smacks of dodgy business, tell

constable Stuart.

Tell the world.

But most of all, tell me.

Because I want to be
the first to know.

-As if this isn't embarrassing
enough.

-I--

I'm serious.

Jim was my cousin, but we
grew up like brothers.

He was the best friend
a boy could ask for.

It broke my heart to see how
he went as he got older.

How do you think it felt to
watch him turn into the

Village nutter?

-Martin.

-Well, that's what he was.

That was not the jim
that I knew.

The Jim that I knew was here.

The man that you saw was
a stranger to me.

I don't know what pushed
him over the edge.

But it only put him
in a kinder place.

-Perhaps we should discuss this
again when we're all a

little bit less worked up.

Rosemary.

I don't believe you.

Well, you can't expect Martin to

move chickens and a goat
in the family peugeot.

-You know what I'm
talking about.

-Constable Stuart said that if
Jim Frazer hadn't topped

himself, somebody around here
would have murdered him.

Well, what if somebody has?

-He still wouldn't be alive, and
walking around the market.

-Unless the Jim we saw in the
garden wasn't Martin's cousin,

but someone pretending
to be him.

-Why?

-Because the real cousin
Jim's already

Dead, and in the river.

-What are your experience
with goats?

-None.

-Chickens?
-Only in soup or sandwich form.

-Gwynne said she's been popping
around to feed them.

Poor things.

Lost your daddy?

What?

Go on.

No one's going to
jump out at you.

-I wouldn't be so sure.

Rosemary.

Why would anyone
murder Jim, and then

pretend to be him just to chuck
himself in the river?

-So everyone would assume it was
suicide when Jim's actual

body turned up downstream.

-Bearing the marks of
a murder victim?

-No, not necessarily.

You'd have a hard time sorting
out the injuries after the

river bed pinball.

-Why didn't you try and
find some picture id?

Surely that would settle the
question once and for all.

-Help me look.

-No, I shall be establishing
a rapport with a goat.

-What will they think of next?

-If you never travel, you
don't need a passport.

And if he didn't have a car--

-not one picture
of him, though.

Not anywhere in the house.

-People keep pictures
of other people.

That doesn't have to
be significant.

-Unless that means that somebody
went through the place before us.

I'd call that significant.

-You heard Martin.

His landlord's key was
the only spare.

-Strange.

Even Martin didn't
have a picture.

And speaking of Martin, he seems
to be the only person

around here who doesn't
get a mention in jim's

Letters to the press.

I wonder if they're all here.

-What have you got there?

-Carbon copies.

- You-- you never took
them from the cottage.

-Well, I'm only doing what
Martin told me to.

-Oh, listen to this one.

"She has access to all those
drugs at the hospital.

But someone ought to ask her what
she's hoarding in that Bridge."

-Who?

-Katie stevens, the
anesthetist.

Drugs!

Maybe Jim saw something
there that could

have got him killed.

-Katie.

One of us has a perfect excuse
to know who's around the Stevens' house.

-Who would that be?

-I'm not the one her husband
wants to paint.

-You see?

-Nothing much got past
him, did it?

"She's growing up a terrible
flirt, but then look at who

her father was."

-Which one's that?

The one about
Gwynne's daughter.

Fern?

Now, just remember.

If you see him start mixing
rose madder--

Is that the face you're
going to pose with?

-I don't care how
charming he is.

The kit stays on.

-Hello?

Hi, her.

-Hello, mrs. Thyme.

-Be with you in about
10 minutes.

You want to find the kitchen?

Grab a coffee?

Thrud the barbarian.

Reprinting the whole series
with new covers.

You know, they're all written
by psychiatrists.

-I'll, uh, leave you
to it, then.

- Full monty.

Hey, if my sergeant saw that.

-All right, you two.

Settle down.
Come on.

Work to do.

-Milk?

-Feeling peaky?

That could solve all
your problems.

-It's for the children's
little ailments.

I make it up myself.

Do you know how homeopathy
works?

-You take a heavily diluted form
of something that would

cause the same symptoms
as the disease.

-Ah, you've done study.

-Just what I've read
in magazines.

-Of course, when they set the
dilution levels, they failed

to realize you need to drink
8,000 gallons of this stuff to

get one molecule of
the additive.

So then they came up with
the memory of water.

-I was never that
good at science.

-You see it doesn't matter if
the additive's long vanished.

The water remembers it.

Now, when I make up medicine for
the children, I just take

that one stage further.

I simply show the additive
to the water.

And the water imagines it.

-You don't believe any
of this, do you?

-I do believe in the
placebo effect.

The power of suggestion.

And I don't think plain water
ever did anyone much harm.

-Unless your name
is Jim Frazer.

Could the power of suggestion
make someone kill himself?

-I doubt it.

Unless the person's weak and
vulnerable, and deep in his

heart really needed to die.

-Chris is ready for you now.

-Bye, Fern.

Don't forget your coffee.

-Oh, thanks.

-Ok, just wrap it
around yourself.

Fling it across.

Like this.

-Ooh, very Scarlet Pimpernel.

What's the book called?

-"The king's

Last mistress."

Sounds racy.

Have you read it?

Now, can you look surprised?

Really surprised?

-Well, I'm not used to this.

-You here to work, or
just waste my time?

-I beg your pardon.

-Good.

Excellent.

More of that.

Come on, you trollup.

Let's work.

Good, good, good.

More like that, or I'll
throw you out of here.

-Shock!

Horror!

Shock!

Horror!

-Mr. Teed!

Mr. Teed.

-I love it when women
chase after me.

Tell me what I can do for you.

-I was wondering if you were
running a picture of Jim Frazer

alongside the inquest report.

-Of course.

He's barely 10 years
old in this.

Is there nothing a
bit more recent?

-Alas, that's all Martin
could give me.

-Is there nothing on file?

-Miss Boxer.

This newspaper stays afloat
on one simple principle.

Whenever there's an event
in one of the villages,

I turn up and
photograph the crowd.

If those people buy the
newspaper, I break even.

If some of them buy a copy of
the picture, I'm in profit.

James Frazer, I'm sorry to say,
was never a welcome face

in any crowd.

-He sent you a lot of
letters, though.

-Big part of his problem.

-Did you print any of them?

-I like my house too much.

-They didn't look pretty
contentious.

-Well, you couldn't say.

I got to the point I dropped
them in the shredder

without reading them.

-So you wouldn't even know
if any of the gossip

concerned his cousin,
Martin?

Well, you know, you've got to
understand something about the

setup in Lyvedon.

Everybody in this entire valley
depends on Martin Frazer

and his family's estate
in some way or another.

They rent from him,
sell to him.

They work in trades would have
vanished without him.

He keeps the school
open, the--

The developers out.

-So what you're telling me is
even if there was any scandal,

you'd only lose readers
if you printed it.

-What I'm telling you is
you'd go a long way to

find a better man.

I don't suppose I could, um,
put you down to, uh, buy a

picture, hmm?

This week's page three.

-You're really good.

-Well, say it a bit louder
so the mrs. Can hear.

-I mean it.

You could be in galleries.

You could be stinking rich.

-I am stinking rich.

Have the overdraft
to prove it.

-I've read some of these.

-Well done.

-Do you often use people
from the village?

-Always.

I like to use real faces.

I've had just about everyone
through here.

-Including Jim Frazer.

-There is a limit.

-What you mean?

-Well, all due deference to
Martin, but I wouldn't have

that cousin of his anywhere
near my house.

-Why not?

-He tried to make trouble
for me and mine.

God rest his soul.

I shall say no more.

-Um, who was the model
for that one?

-I can't recall.

Thank you.

-Yes, Martin.

Yes, she just left within
the last minute.

Now, the thing is,
I told her the

Letters had been destroyed.

So what should I do?

Do you know if Jim kept copies
of what he wrote?

This sounds to me like--

Like she's had her
hands on them.

Ok.

No problem.

I'm doing it now.

The owner said it would
be out here.

-Ah, very good.

-Look.

Closer.

-Jim?

-Chris said he'd never
used James Frazer's

Face on a book cover.

And when I asked him who
the model for this

was, he went all blank.

-At least you know I'm
not going mad.

We just assumed the man
was cousin Jim,

because he told us so.

And everyone round the table
seemed to confirm it.

But they didn't see him.

-Yes, so when you saw him fall
in the river the next day--

-and the real cousin Jim
turned up dead--

-you could put your hand on
your heart and say it was

cousin Jim you saw trying
to take his own life.

-Constable Stuart said that the
last person who fell in

the river turned up three days
later and a mile downstream.

But Jim turned up one day later
and a mile downstream.

-Which could mean that he was
already dead and being carried

downstream before we got here.

-Now, he was alive on
friday evening.

Fern saw him.

-Assuming Fern is telling
the truth.

She was named in those letters
along with everyone else.

-We daren't trust anybody.

Isn't this all terribly boring
for you, mr. Coutts?

-To tell you the truth, ladies,
I've had many a worse

Summer than this.

-Suzanne has made a game
casserole for tonight.

There's loads.

What's on your menu?

Sausage and beans.

-Why don't you join us?

You can give us a
progress report.

-On the garden?

-What else?

-I was hoping I might have set
your mind at rest over Jim.

But a little bird tells me I
just fanned the flames a bit.

-You've had a call from
Hamilton Teed.

-This is your original
tight-knit community.

And to me, that's not
such a bad thing.

Look--

I could take the hump.

Or I could build bridges.

I know which one Suzanne
would rather see.

-We'd love to.

-Hamilton Teed showed me the
picture you gave him.

Were you the other boy in it?

-Ah, those were happier
times, all right.

-What made you move apart?

-It all got set in motion
when my father died.

I couldn't be the same friend
I'd always been.

I had responsibilities now.

Our fathers were brothers.

But my dad was the oldest.

So my side got the
family silver.

And Jim's got the free
school dinners.

-Well, you seemed very
close in the picture.

-Oh, we were.

When we were kids, he
practically lived here.

I suppose he still felt as
if he could treat the

place as his own.

-If you didn't keep the doors
locked, he'd come walking in.

It's very sad.

But I wasn't having it.

-I know he irritated
a lot of people.

But would anyone actually
want him dead?

-Take a number and
stand in line.

-Don't go taking that
too seriously.

Jim was always out
and roaming.

You'll see all the world's
indiscretions

from a country park.

-Including yours?

-Everybody's got something
they want to keep quiet.

Very neatly avoided.

-In my case, I'd have to
say it was the old

chapel in the garden.

-Why's that?

-It was so bloody ugly, it
looked marginally better when

it fell down.

I had this long-term plan of
restoring the garden back to

its proper state.

But then I heard that someone
was trying to

get the ruins listed.

-Which would mean you'd
have to keep it.

-Oh, they might even force
me to rebuild it.

Can you imagine that?

Bang goes any hope of getting
the garden back to its

original state.

So I got the lads to move the
stones and the odd-job man to

clear them off into the woods.

-Why was Jim digging about
in the grounds?

I have no idea.

Rosemary, answer me
this, honestly.

Have you turned up anything
about Jim's death that isn't

pure speculation?

Then please, for my sake
and my family's sake.

I invited you to act
on your suspicions.

Now I'm asking you to
let the matter drop.

So I had all the bits of the
chapel stacked in the woods.

And I'm planning to reuse
the stones and the

slates in the house.

-If you can find a builder who
doesn't spend half his time

away from the job and the
rest on the phone to his stockbroker.

-Smells great, love.

Need a hand?

-Now he asks.

-Wait till I get my hands
on Hamilton Teed.

He must have got straight on the phone
the moment I walked out the door.

-Yeah, at least it made Martin
open up a bit in there.

-Ah, didn't give much away.

That chapel business could be more
serious than he's letting on.

-Just a pile of old stones.

-Tampering with a listed
building is

the criminal offense.

You can get up to 10
years in jail.

-He reckons he cleared
the ruins before

the order was made.

-Yeah, but if he's wrong, he
could be forced to rebuild the

chapel exactly as it was,
stone by stone.

-Oh, it'd cost a fortune!

Did you leave
the lamp lit?

-That's not a lamp.

All my clean underwear's
in there!

-And the carbons of
Jim's letters.

-Sleep well?

-Well, it's hard to sleep easy
when you've been burnt out of

house and home.

-It was a tent.

-It's the same principle.

-You know, yesterday,
in the garden--

-I saw Martin pass
George something.

And he looked very furtive.

-Our George?

- George Marsden
plummer, the arsonist.

-Good morning, miss Boxer,
mrs. Thyme.

-Oh, I thought you
worked evenings.

-8:00 Till 10:00, but someone
called in sick.

What can I get you?

-Oh, I think I could strangle
down some brown toast and tea.

-Wholemeal or granary?

-Surprise me.

- I'll bring you an egg, then.

Mrs. Thyme?

-I think I'll have
the full monty.

-Is that one of Chris's
covers?

-I don't know.

Is it?

-I can always tell.

-You probably recognize
the sitter.

-Mm, you see him around.

-What does he do?

-Something with a van.

I think he does odd
jobs for Martin.

-I bet you could work wonders
with a couple of those for

Sunday lunch, Rupert.

-You'd be amazed at what I could
get up to with a pair of

old broilers.

What was that for?

-Just in case.

-Oi, oi!

Found tools, lads.

-Unexploded doodlebug.

-Well.

Now, this is just about where
the altar would've been.

Maybe
it's holy relics.

I doubt they'd've kept
their sainted

biscuit tins.

Wonder if this is what our
hole-digger was looking for?

Did you ever bury a time capsule
when you were a boy?

-I buried a frog in
a matchbox once.

Dug it up after a week to
see how it was doing.

A message to the future.

-It's a friendship pact.

"We, the undersigned, do
solemnly declare this lifelong

pact of loyalty and fidelity.

And may he that breaks it or
betrays the other suffer dark

days, disgrace, and
a horrible death.

Signed in their heart's blood
this 13th of october by--

Martin Frazer
and James Anthony

Frazer."

-Good morning, Martin.

Um-- the post has just arrived
with a final letter from your

Cousin Jim.

It's, uh, about an
affair that could

Affect the whole village.

And I didn't want to shred
it without giving you a

Chance to see it.

-Mr. Teed!

Mr. Teed.

-Well, there'll be
another inquest.

-Maybe it won't be with
warwick jardine.

-The police think this was a
petty cash robbery gone wrong.

Petty cash.

The only cash in the office
was the editor's bus fare.

And that was still
in the jam jar.

-So how do they explain?

They think the thief

panicked and ran.

-Loser.

-Now, look, boys.

I'm--

I'm fine, really.

Just go back to work.

You're worrying mr. Coutts.

He was making tea for two.

So he obviously knew
who it was.

And then when he turned his
back on them, bang.

-What else did you see?

An envelope from Jim Frazer's
typewriter.

But I couldn't see a
letter anywhere.

- Didn't touch anything?

- No!

Well, apart from picking up the
phone to call the police.

Although, while I had the
phone there in my hand--

-you couldn't resist pressing
redial to find out who his

last call was to.

-I hung up when I heard
Martin's answerphone.

-Think about it.

Suppose the last letter
from Jim said

something about Martin.

-Sent from where?

Beyond the grave?

-From the box on the lane
outside the gate that only

gets emptied twice a week.

-So when Hamilton Teed finally
gets the letter, he phones Martin.

-And within the hour, George
Hamilton Teed, rip.

-We've got to find the name
of that odd-job man.

He's the key to everything.

-We could ask Suzanne.

She'd only tell Martin.

Laura, do you think Chris
has a record of all

the models he's used?

- No, no, look, I--I have no excuse
for going back there.

-Laura.

-I have to take this biscuit
tin to Martin.

-I can see to that.

-You know, love, I don't think
that cousin of mine ever threw

away a single piece of
junk in his life.

Rosemary.

-Suzanne said I'd
find you here.

-Had to face it sometime.

I'm Jim's executor.

-Mm, well, serves you right for
being the lawyer in the family.

-These tin robots would fetch
something on ebay.

The furniture I'll send
down to the auction.

And the rest of it's for
the skip, I'm afraid.

Not very much to show
for a life, is it?

-What will you do
with the house?

-Well, you can see the
state it's in.

It'll need a fair bit of work
before I can advertise for a

new tenant--

another job I'll have to fit
into my copious spare time.

What have you got there?

Does it look familiar?

-Bless me, that's the
time capsule.

You do remember it.

-And the friendship contract.

Oh, I'm keeping this.

We were supposed to
sign it in blood.

We had a pin, but neither of
us could raise the nerve.

So we ended up using
... instead.

-We think someone has
been digging for it.

-I'd have rescued it myself
if I'd remembered.

"We, the undersigned, do
solemnly declare this lifelong

pact of loyalty and fidelity.

And may he that breaks it or
betrays the other suffer dark

days, disgrace, and
a horrible death."

-Who was to know?

-Rosemary.

-Gwynne.

-Well spotted, girls.

Top marks in the observation
round.

I've, uh, sorted these
out for the shop.

The Lyvedon trust has
a charity shop.

I told Gwynne that she could
pick out anything useful.

-Er, package for collection.

Mr.--

Stevens.

-Where's Dave?

-See, I normally leave my
artwork in the kitchen

for Dave to pick up.

-Well, they've sent me.

-I'll show you where.

Are you, um--

are you into sports at all?

-Well, I like to watch
the snooker.

-More!

- You're a barbarian!

Did you ever throw the
javelin at school?

- No!

-I did.

One sports day, I got
a new school record,

and one of the marshals.

-That'll be the bloke
about the boiler.

I'll be two seconds.

-It's already been
half an hour.

-We-- we're nearly done.

Promise.

-I'm a barbarian.

What're you?

-Hobbit in a hole.

-Still ironing out the kinks?

-You try squatting for an hour
while thrud the barbarian

waves his magic javelin
over you.

-Many's the Saturday night.

-And all for what?

For this.

September the 25th.

The odd-job man.

Transport fridge and photo
shoot, 50 quid.

"The odd job." And you didn't
find anything more

substantial, did you?

-No.

-Mind you, I don't know what
is more interesting--

the fact that Gwynne was there
or the way they both reacted

when I walked in on them.

-If it was a lover's tryst,
Rosemary, they'd hardly be

consummating it in the
middle of a dead

relative's house clearance.

-But if the old flame was still
sparking, and cousin Jim

saw something--

-Are you going to be all
right for tomorrow?

-Oh, what's special
about tomorrow?

-Market day.

-Here.

-Thank you.

-Ooh, isn't the Lyvedon
trust office

somewhere close to here?

-Yeah, middle of
church street.

It's out that way.

-Thank you.

I'll be back in a couple
of minutes.

Are you stalking me, Rosemary?

-I know it must seem like it.

No, I was wondering if the
trust, um, kept records on the

listed buildings in Lyvedon.

-Er, not really.

We're more about local business
than buildings.

-Then where would I find who
nominated a building for protection?

-This is about the
chapel, isn't it?

I can see what you're
getting at.

And I don't think I like it.

- I don't know
what you mean.

-Ever since the inquest, you've
been trying to stir

things up over Jim.

And now it's Martin's
turn, is it?

Martin's a good man.

He doesn't have any enemies,
least of all his own cousin.

-Hm, everybody seems
to love Martin.

Anyway, um, I only wanted to
know whose toes we could be

treading on with the
restoration.

-I'm sorry.

I don't think I can help
you any further.

-You could tell me the name
of Martin's odd-job man.

-Eddie Brooks.

-Hello.

-Looking for anything
in particular?

-Uh, no.

There was a man I saw, uh,
there, at last week's market.

-Oh, yeah?

-I think he's called--

Eddie Brooks?

He's got his own vehicle.

-Eddie Brooks?

-He does a lot of work
at Lyvedon manor.

Oh, that Eddie.

Yeah.

Calls himself the odd-job man.

Does a bit of scaffolding,
bit of plastering, bit of

everything.

-Now, that-- that
sounds like him.

-Yeah.

Yeah, he bought a hammer.

Left his old one on a job.

Someone walked off with it.

Um, have you seen him since?

-Ok.

Right.

-Hah, morning mr. Coutts.

-Mr. Coutts!

-Yeah?

-Is this the paper with
the inquest report?

-Well, there's been
no other since.

-May I borrow it?

-Feel free.

-Laura?

-I was thinking about the old
sundial and how nice it would

be to put it back using the
original materials.

-Yeah, but they knocked it down
to make way for the chapel.

-Look at that.

There it is.

In the wall behind them.

-So it is.

I bet they reused the stones
from the base as well.

-So it might be out
in the woods with

the rest of the stones.

-You need to follow the cart
track out across the river.

-Is that where you took it?

-Well, we didn't get
to go out there.

We just loaded the truck for
Martin's odd-job man.

-Not Eddie Brooks?

Steady Eddie.

Why go to all this trouble

just to hide old stone?

-To avoid drawing attention.

And to keep it from the sight
of thieving eyes.

Architectural salvage is big
black-market business.

-I can hear ghosts.

-No, no, the house is
just over there.

We, uh--

We're on the other side
of the river.

-My gosh, this could
take a while.

-The sundial has, uh,
curved sections.

Whew.

Rosemary.

Come and have a look at this.

I just wanted to be sure it
was what I thought it was.

-What's that on the
business end?

-Blood and hair.

I'm putting it back.

One of us has to find constable
Stuart and tell him

we located a murder weapon.

-One of us?

-Ah, just the job.

You got a tow bar
on this thing?

-We've found the weapon that
killed Jim Frazer.

It's a--it's a hammer, belonging
to Eddie Brooks, the odd-job man.

And it's got blood
and hair on it.

-Where?

-Hidden in the chapel stones,
in the woods.

-And how exactly does one commit
suicide with a hammer?

-No, no, it wasn't suicide.

It was murder.

Jim was hit over the head.

And then his body was
put in the river.

And by the time he was smashed
about by the rocks--

I mean, you couldn't tell
the death wound

from his other injuries.

-But you swore at
the inquest--

you saw him go in.

-Yeah, I--

I thought I saw him.

But now I know I didn't.

Look, you don't have to
believe my story.

But you should go and secure
your evidence, or you won't be

able to prove it one
way or another.

-All sounds pretty
feasible to me.

By the way, have you got
a rope for the tow bar?

-Where's your friend?

-Laura?

Uh, she stayed behind to
keep an eye on it.

No, she knows not to
interfere with it.

She's an ex-copper.

-All right.

-I'll show you the way.

-I know where it is.

You're staying at the
lamb, aren't you?

-Yes.

-Well, find the landlord.

Tell him to meet me at Lyvedon
hall with the evidence kit.

He's a special constable.

-You're doing the right thing.

-For your sake, I hope so.

-Next time, I'll just hit
the bloody squirrel.

-Hello?

Help!

-Help!

Help!

Heeellllllllp!

-You can make as much
noise as you like.

No one's going to hear you.

-What are you doing?

-Why couldn't you just see what
you were supposed to see,

say your piece, and
then shut up?

-Nice people don't look the
other way when you kill someone.

- I've killed nobody!

-Did you wear a life jacket
under that top?

I bet it gave you a better
chance than you gave poor Jim.

-You have got it all so wrong.

-Can you explain the hammer
hidden in the chapel stones?

With blood all over it?

It's where?

Where?

-Oh, teacher always told me ....

Hey, bring that back!

-And if there is some physical
evidence, then I'm not in a

position to ignore it.

-No, you're absolutely right.

-So can I have your permission
to conduct a search on the Estate?

-Search away, old lad.

Don't worry about a warrant.

I'll even come along with you.

-Where did he go?

-Towards the house.

-Eddie?

Eddie!

-No, no!

It's too dangerous.

-Oh, my god.

-Eddie Brooks said
he killed no one.

And I think he was telling
the truth.

I think that he was pressured
into playing

a role in the cover-up.

-By who?

-By the person who used his
hammer for the killing and

then threatened to incriminate
him with it.

-And he didn't even know
where it was hidden

until I told him.

Clearly, he wasn't the
one who hid it.

-You had his tools locked away,
didn't you, Martin?

It was your way of making sure
he stayed on the job.

Did you kill Jim with Eddie's
hammer and then force him to

put on that show for us?

-Why on earth would
I want to do that?

-To avoid being exposed
as Fern Evans' father.

I'm sorry, Martin.

But it's going to come out.

I've seen the way Gwynne
Evans is with you.

-And everybody can see how
much you'd lose if your

marriage was threatened.

You depend on Suzanne for
holding everything together.

-You're mad!

-Fern Evans--

Do you mean Fern Stevens?

Chris Stevens, the artist--

he's her father, not Martin.

Everyone in Lyvedon
knows that.

-Chris was married to Gwynne
for five years.

-The missing letter.

What missing letter?

-Hamilton Teed receives
Jim's last letter.

He phones you to tell
you about it.

And then within an hour he's
dead and the letter's disappeared.

-And we're supposed to believe
that Jim wrote up everybody's

scandals and never once
mentioned you?

-I haven't seen or spoken
to Teed since

your tent caught fire.

-And we found the letter screwed
up in the street.

It was a complaint about the
maintenance on the war memorial.

-I asked them to call me here
if they found Eddie.

Hello?

Constable Stuart.

Yeah.

I'll let them know.

Thank you.

They've pulled Eddie
out of the river.

He's alive.

-Um, that's the answerphone,
isn't it?

-Yes.

-May I just try something?

- Good morning, Martin.

The post has just arrived with
a final letter from your

Cousin Jim.

It's, uh, about an
affair that could

affect the whole village.

And I didn't want to shred
it without giving you a

chance to see it.

-I've never heard that before.

-An affair that could affect
the whole village?

-It is an affair that can affect
the whole village.

They've been arguing about
the memorial for months.

-But what if someone heard it and thought
it meant a different kind of affair?

-How many times do I have to
tell you I am not having one?

-I don't mean you.

Well, Suzanne?

Did you hear that message while
Martin was round at

Jim's place?

If I'd heard that and I had
something to hide, I'd go

straight round to Teed's office,
try and get hold of

the letter before
anyone saw it.

-And maybe silence Teed
at the same time.

-But that's bollocks,
eh, suze, love?

And you might have
forgotten about

that biscuit tin, Martin,
but Jim hadn't.

That friendship pact still
meant something to him.

-And then you warned Jim off.

You didn't want the village
nutter hanging around your

wife when she was
at home alone.

-I told Eddie to look after
her while I was in town.

-He did that.

And a bit more.

Jim must have seen them.

-So who are we saying
killed him?

-Fern saw Jim alive
that friday night.

And he was heading this way.

And now, Fern starts
work at 8 o'clock.

-So Jim got here between
8:00 and 9:00.

That after the children go to
bed and before Martin

gets back from town.

So Jim was
with Suzanne, alone.

After that, no one saw
him alive again.

-What did he want
to talk about?

Was he going to expose what you
and Eddie had been up to?

Or was it just
to plead with you to

stop it for Martin's sake?

-It would have been fine if
Eddie had stayed out of sight

like he was supposed to.

-Suze.

Don't say anything else.

- My lawyer
forbids me to speak?

-Was it really so difficult
for you?

-Difficult?

I don't have a husband.

I'm hitched up to a house
and a history.

And I am the silent saint who
keeps it all together.

Good old Suzanne.

Isn't she marvelous?

Isn't she his rock?

How she must love that
great ball and chain.

The odd hour with Eddie was
the only freedom I got.

But Jim found out, sneaking back
and forth at all hours,

digging for that stupid
biscuit tin.

And he wouldn't have it.

Not for his beloved
cousin Martin.

You should have heard him.

He went on and on
and on about it.

Till I stopped him.

There you are.

Will I go to prison?

I really don't mind.

I should be glad of the rest.

-Who has the evidence?

-Do you mean the hammer?

I gave it to Martin.

-Donald!

He's the coroner.

-Suzanne, love, what did
we do with the hammer?

-I wonder if the water
remembers Jim.

-Everyone's remembering
him now.

If he's speaking.

Everyone except for us.

-What do you mean?

-Well, we never even
met him, did we?

-We did right by him, though,
wouldn't you say?

Who goes there?

-Very funny.

-Hey.

So.

-What do you think?

-Hello.

-Come on.

-I hope you like it.

-Come and look at this.

-Thank you.

-Didn't you have something
to show Laura?

-Oh, yes.

-The art director approved
the rough.

Is that why I had to wrap
up in a black cloak?

-What do you think?

-Excuse me.

-Mr. Jardine.

-Miss Boxer.

-I understand you're
defending Suzanne.

-I understand you're
a key witness.

Won't that be fun?

-And if she pleads guilty,
you won't have to appear.

-Is that what she intends?

-Believe me, I'm
working on her.

-Oh, no.

It's going out.

-George, it's gas.

It doesn't need firelighters.

-Don't mind me.

I'm stoking up for
the journey.

-Good idea.

Do you think Martin
will be all right?

-All right, dad?

-Hello, boys.

To the beloved
memory of James

Anthony Frazer.

-I think so.

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