All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S03E01_

[Thunder crashing]

[Man speaking indistinctly]

[Thunder crashing]

-[ Speaks indistinctly]
- Go away. Go away.

Go.
Go away. Go away.

-[ Knocking]
- Go away. Go away.

Go away.

I don't know you.

Leave me alone.

You're a madman.

You're a madman.

Leave me alone.

MAN:
Come on, you stupid woman.

[ Knocking]

Leave me alone.
Go away.

Go away.

Go away.

I don't know you.
I don't know you.

Let me in!

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[Dogs barking]

Thank you.

[indistinct conversations]

Morning.

I thought
we'd go through Fern Fields

and draw Blackthorne Wood,
if that's all right?

I reckon
that'll flush out Reynard.

[Chuckles]

Oh.

I see Sarah's riding.

JAMES: Good Lord.

I hope
she's not going to be a drag.

[Horse whinnies]

£7 and 8 pence.

[ Muttering]

You didn't bring Harry, then,
Kate?

No.
I left him with Nanny.

Oh,but that's such a shame.

I think he'd have loved it,
don't you, Grahame?

GRAHAME:
Well, Kate's decision, Mother.

Hm. Start as you mean to go on,
I say.

Well, who knows how
he'll choose to go on, Marcia?

We'll have him on horseback
before you can say, "Boo."

Boo. [ Laughs]

Well, I must see to my duties.

[Sighs]

She means well, you know.

I'm sure.

[Clears throat]
Uh...

We're going to draw Blackthorne.

I don't want you
trying any of those walls.

Well, I can jump a wall, James.

No.
You go through the gate.

Sammy will be there
to open them.

[Clears throat ] I don't want
you making a fool of yourself.

[Bell ringing]

"Oh, to be in England."

We are in England, Ron.

I meant the scene, Betty.

I meant
you couldn't be anywhere else.

Morning, Superintendent.

Mrs. Pringle.

Morning, Mr. Fitzroy.

Hope you have a good day.

Thank you.

[Horse neighs]

[ Billy laughs 1

You've got to grip him
with your legs.

Show him who's on top.

[ Laughs 1

All right, all right.
Come on, now, lads.

Let's have none of that.

DAVE:
It's just a bit of fun.

Not hurting anyone.

Listen to me.

You know who I am?

You're a copper.

I'm Superintendent Pringle.

I've just moved
into this village,

where I hope to spend
a very happy retirement.

Soon I'll just be a neighbor
like anybody else,

and I intend
to get on with everyone.

Have your work cut out
to do that here.

What's your name?

Gurdie.

What Gurdie?

Mr. Gurdie.

[Chuckles]

Billy, to a chosen few.

Yes.
I've heard of you, Billy Gurdie.

You're known to make trouble.

Well, a word of advice...

don't make trouble with me.

Even when I'm retired,
I'll still have friends.

Git.

[ Horn blows]

[ Horn blows]

[ Horn blows]

[Horse whinnies]

[Horn blows in distance]

[Clicks tongue]

Pigs.

Ahh.

[Horn blowing, dogs barking]

[ Muttering]

[Cellphone rings]

[Cellphone beeps]

Hello.

[Horn blowing]

[Dogs barking]

[Screams]

[Screams]

[Screams]

[Whistles]

[ Horn blows]

[Dogs barking]

[Horn blowing]

[Horses neighing]

TOM: See this.
"Menu Gastronomique."

Escargot farcie.

Salmon fumé, coquille
Saint Jacques a l'orientale.

It looks very rich.

Joyce, this is France, and this
restaurant has a Michelin star.

Now, that's a recognition
of its excellence.

We should honor the chef

by sampling
the best he has to offer.

- Mmm.
- Barnaby.

Chief Inspector Barnaby, right?

Yeah.
That's right.

[Chuckles]
James Fitzroy.

We were on the committee
together for the charity night.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

That's right.
Yes.

Just popped over
a couple of days.

Boar hunt yesterday at
the village we're twinned with.

Damn good chase.

And we got a kill, eh?
[Chuckles]

That's why we've been putting
our nose bags on today.

Eh? [ Chuckles]

Oh.
This is my wife, Sarah.

Hello.

This is my wife, Joyce,
and my daughter, Cully.

Oh.
Cully Barnaby.

You're going to be in "The
Importance of Being Earnest."

Aren't you?
At the Causton Playhouse.

Yes. I have to leave tomorrow
to go back and rehearse.

Sarah is on the committee there.

SARAH: [Chuckles]

Friends of the Playhouse,
you know.

Oh, really?

She'll bore you to death,
I daresay,

before you get the play on, huh?

[Chuckles]

Well,
we mustn't bore you anymore.

On you go, Sarah.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Uh...

Almost forgot.

We had a murder
in Upper Marshwood.

[Chuckles]

Some old tramp.

Superintendent Pringle
was on the case.

Yes. He's standing in for me
while I'm on holiday.

Damn fine chap.

Had the bloke who did it inside
within a week.

Now, that's
what I call police work, huh?

[Chuckles]

Yes.

Yes.
On you go, Sarah.

Go on, go on, go on.
[Chuckles]

Bye.

[Chuckles]

Ron Pringle solves a murder
while I'm away.

I'll never hear
the last of this.

Ron Pringle -- He's an oaf.

Dad.
Forget about Ron Pringle.

You're on holiday.

[Speaks French]

Bien sûr, mon ami.

Just to help me forget.

[Speaks French]

Ron Pringle.

[Door slams, lock engages]

They're menthols, Mum.

When did you ever see me
smoke a menthol?

It's like smoking cough sweets.

I'm sorry.

I knew you had a green packet.

- I'll get it right next time.
- Next time?

I want out of here
before next time.

I've done nothing, Mum.

I didn't kill anyone.

Even that stinking old tramp.

I know you didn't, Billy.
I know you couldn't.

You haven't been tried yet.

Nobody's saying
you're guilty yet.

That fool Pringle's saying it.

He doesn't care who did it,
long as he got someone for it.

I'll murder that bastard
if ever I get the chance.

- Tom.
- Oh. Oh, hello, Ron.

Good holiday?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Fine.

Good.

All set for my farewell booze-up
tonight?

Uh, no.

Well, yeah, yeah.
I hope so.

Got a problem?

I think I've caught
some sort of French bug.

Bit gippy.

[Chuckles]

Overindulging
on le nosh and le vino.

No, no. It's a bug.
I'm sure of that.

Well, wasn't I
the lucky one, eh?

You go away on holiday,

and I solve a case
that should have been yours.

[Chuckles]
Talk about going out on a high.

- Congratulations, Ron.
- Oh, nothing to it, really.

Unknown tramp
who was living in the woods.

Got on the wrong side
of a local poacher.

Chap well known
to have a violent temper.

Tramp was clubbed to death.

Poacher's fingerprints
were on the bloodstained weapon.

Good job you were on holiday.

Wasn't worthy of your talents.

You sure you don't want, uh...

- Good morning, sir.
- Morning, Sergeant.

Good holiday?

Yes, thank you.

Mountaineering in Norway.

Oh.
Very nice.

You sure you don't want
something cooked, sir?

No, no.
Look.

Excuse me.

There's one or two things
I ought to be doing.

See you at the party.

I hope so.
Yeah.

[Dogs barking]

JAMES: [ Clears throat]

- Afternoon, Mrs. Gurdie.
- Sir.

I'll, uh...
I'll be in soon, Oath.

Right.

She'll be upset.
She's been to see the boy.

I'm sorry about that, Ben.

Terrible business.

He's not a murderer, sir.

I know he's been
a bad lad sometimes.

And you've been
very patient with him.

But he's not a murderer.

[Clears throat]

Yeah.

[Door closes]

- Hello, darling.
- KATE: Hi.

Been anywhere interesting?

No.
Just into Causton.

Looked around a few shops.

Saw nothing I wanted,
so I came back.

Oh.
Hello, Marcia.

Didn't know you were here.

Mother's been playing
with Harry.

You know I like to see him
as often as I can.

Don't I, Harry?

Come on, darling.
Come to Mummy.

It's time for your tea.
Come on, then.

I was just going to do that.

Charlotte can.

It's what we pay her for.

He loves Charlotte.
Don't you?

Charlotte.

Harry wants you.

Oh, darling.

I met Tilly in town.

You know,
I used to work with her.

She suggested
a girls' night out.

Take in a movie.

- You don't mind, do you?
- When?

- Tonight.
- Tonight?

Well, I can cancel it
if you do mind.

No, of course not.

Good.

You're lovely.

Oh, Charlotte, come on.
Let's give the boy his tea.

[Sobbing]

Come on, Oath.

We'll get him out of there...

somehow.

[Lock disengages]

[Gunshot]

[Birds cawing]

[Dogs barking]

[Dogs whimpering]

RON: Hello, Tom.
Sergeant.

Hello, Ron.

Missed a good do last night,
didn't he, Troy?

Yeah.

Now, don't worry.

- We haven't touched anything.
- Oh, right.

I just thought,
as I've moved into the village,

local knowledge and all that,

you'd like the benefit
of my advice.

Thank you very much, Ron.

- Hello, Dan.
- DANI Ah.

Cross-channel ferry
didn't sink, then?

On. [sighs]

- Poor devil.
- RON: He's called Ben Gurdie.

He was employed
by the local hunt.

And it was the hunt
who found him, eh?

No, no.

Linda Wagstaff found him.

She's a strange old biddy.

She lives in a railway carriage
at the edge of the woods.

She was here
when the hunt arrived.

And the hunt made such a mess

we're not going to learn much
from the surrounds, are we, eh?

Okay. Your turn.

You haven't heard
the most pertinent fact, though.

Ben Gurdie was the father
of Billy Gurdie...

the man who murdered the tramp.

The man accused
of murdering the tramp.

Apparently Ben was very
depressed about what happened.

So, he shot himself?

Seems like it.

Poor Ben.

There are no suicides
in the animal kingdom.

I'm Chief Inspector Barnaby.

May I ask who you are?

My name is Henry Carstairs.

Are you here
for some purpose, sir?

I'm looking for dead bodies.

I'm a taxidermist.

Animals, birds.

I have permission from my cousin
to look for dead creatures.

Grahame Tranter --
He's my cousin.

This is his land.

So, you're in the woods
quite often, are you?

Quite often, yes.

Were you here last night,
by any chance?

Yes.
I was for a while.

Quite early.
7:00.

Maybe 8:00.

Did you see Mr. Gurdie,
by any chance?

No.

Or hear a shot?

I'm afraid not.

Did you see or hear
anything at all unusual?

Yes.

I saw a dead mink.

That's very unusual.

Look wonderful mounted.

Especially if I bare the teeth.

Yeah.
I imagine that.

Well, if you wouldn't mind, sir,
we've got work to do.

I understand.

There's an element
of Greek tragedy here.

To meet his death in front
of the palace of his enemy.

The origin of his black despair.

What is he talking about?

I think he means that's
where the tramp used to live.

Where he used to sleep
when he was in the woods.

A strange thing to do, isn't it?

Come all the way out here
to shoot himself.

Not the tramp's fault
his son's in prison.

I think it might be wise
to have a word with his wife.

Oh, thank you, Ron.

That's a very good idea.

Well, I'm afraid
I can't give you any more time.

I have see a man about a horse.

I've joined the local hunt,
you know.

The joint master
is looking me out a mount.

Oh. Well, in that case,
we mustn't keep you.

- Thanks for your help.
- Ah, well.

You know where I am
if you want to find me.

I do, indeed.
Thank you, Ron.

Bye, Dan.

Keep taking the tablets, Ron.

[Camera shutter clicking]

Anything interesting?

Not very.

Died between 8:00 and 11:00
last night.

Otherwise, you'll just have
to hang on for the autopsy.

I suppose it could be a
coincidence, it happening here.

But a pretty big one, if it is,
isn't it?

I mean, did he mean to shoot
himself when he set out?

Or did something happen
to make him decide?

[Wolf-whistles]

[Chuckles]

You're beautiful, Linda.

[ Bell rings]

Oh, hey, Sandra.

Old Holborn, please.

SANDRA: You heard
about Ben Gurdie, Dave?

Bang, bang.
Shot himself.

You reckon
it was 'cause of Billy?

Don't you know?

What?

He was caught in bed
with a foxhound.

Dave, you're awful.

Got to go to Causton.

Load for my dad.

You were gonna buy me a drink
last night.

Sorry.

Got tied up.

[Door opens, bell rings]

Excuse me, please.

How's Mr. Gurdie,
Superintendent?

I mean, you know,
the Gurdie still alive.

I'm sure he's well looked after.

But I've retired.

Shame it wasn't earlier.

It's like
it's been dumped by Thomas.

- Oh?
- The tank engine.

Oh.

I used to read that to Cully.

[Chickens clucking]

Oh, look, Troy.

Certainly got herself organized,
hasn't she?

Rosemary, fennel, and coriander.

[sniffs]

Some seriously good cooking
goes on in there, Troy.

- Miss Wagstaff?
- Who are you?

I'm Detective
Chief Inspector Barnaby.

LINDA:
I haven't got a television.

- Pardon?
- I haven't got one.

I already told 'em.

What you come back for?

Go away.

Miss Wagstaff, we're not here
about your television.

We want to talk to you
about Ben Gurdie...

the man you found dead
this morning.

[Door closes]

Elderberry cordial?

No. No, thanks.
Not for me.

Yes, please.

Get the door.

Oh.

What you looking at?

I was just admiring your home.

- Ah.
- Very comfortable.

[Chuckles]
Got everything I need.

Bed, wood stove,
toilet 'round back.

I recycle everything.

Well, thank you.

Miss Wagstaff, would you tell me

how you came across
Ben Gurdie's body, please?

I trod on it.

That must have been a shock.

No. Not really.

I saw another man dead
a little while ago.

Oh.
You mean the tramp?

OH.
Nasty, filthy creature.

Did you know him?

He used to bang on me door,
asking to come in.

What did he think?
I was born yesterday?

How long had he lived
in the woods, then?

Not long.

I wouldn't speak to him.

TOM: Miss Wagstaff.

Me name is Linda.

I'm not an old maid.

Oh, I'm sorry, Linda.

Cheers.

Cheers.

TOM: Were you out in the woods
last night?

Ahh. No.

Did you hear a shot?

I often hear shots.

When did you hear a shot
last night?

When I was in bed.

What time did you go to bed?

When I was tired, of course.

And when you found Ben Gurdie's
body in the morning,

what time exactly was that?

When I got up.

When you got up.

Mm-hmm.

Linda, were you surprised
that he shot himself?

Not really.

They're a funny lot.

Who?

All of them down there.

They kill things for pleasure.

Of course,
I have to be careful what I say.

I do needlework for them,
and I need the money.

But I don't trust them.

There's hatred down there.

Why is there hatred?

I just feel it, that's all.

Linda, do you feel hatred for
the man who killed the tramp?

Who did kill the tramp?

Billy Gurdie.

Oh!

[ Laughing]
Oh, don't be daft.

Billy Gurdie's a lovely boy.

He brought me a pheasant
sometimes.

Oh, he kills things.

But he kills for food,
not for pleasure.

He'd never kill a person.

Not Bil-- Hey!

Hey! Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!
Get out of here!

Miss Wagstaff, I assure you --

Get out of here!

Get out!

Chief Inspector, honestly.

Get out!
Get out!

Oh.
He's a scavenger.

A vulture.

I hate him.
I hate him.

Oh, yes, Inspector.
I can hate. too.

You'll have to go to London
tomorrow.

For God's sake, Marcia, please.

I've already been up
once this week.

It's the Founder's Night
tomorrow.

You'll be back
in plenty of time for that.

James, it has to be done.

JAMES: Chief Inspector.

Mr. Fitzroy.
This is Detective Sergeant Troy.

Hello, Sergeant.
Yeah.

- Hello, sir.
- As you might have guessed,

we're here
about the death of Ben Gurdie.

We're here to see Mrs. Gurdie.

Well, she lives
in the cottage through there.

Dreadful business.

This is Marcia Tranter.

She and I are joint MFH.

[Chuckles]

Masters of Foxhounds, old boy,
huh?

[ Laughs 1

How do you do?

Pleased to meet you.

Mrs. Tranter, is it your husband

that owns the land
where the body was found?

My husband is dead,
Chief Inspector.

Oh, I'm sorry.

My son Grahame owns the land.

I see. It was just that
there was a man in the woods

who said he had permission
from a Mr. Tranter

to look for dead animals there.

Oh. [Chuckles]
Handbag Henry.

[ Both laugh]

I'm sorry.

It's just
an affectionate nickname.

He's -- He's always
carrying a bag, right?

[ Both laugh]

TOM: And Ben Gurdie.

He was an employee
of the hunt, yes?

Yeah.
A jolly good one, too.

You didn't see him last night,
before he went out?

See what sort of mood he was in?

No.

No.
I didn't see him at all.

Mrs. Tranter,
you didn't see him?

I was at home,
in the dower house.

On my son's estate.

[Dogs barking]

Oh.
Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

They're not
very happy bunnies today.

All right.

Right. Anthony.

[Chuckles]

There, there.

It's so unfair on them.

They've had all that excitement
of the chase

without the satisfaction
of the kill.

CATHY:
I didn't know he was missing.

He went out last night,
about 9:00.

Why did he do that?

Searching.

Day and night
he's been in those woods,

trying to find something
that might help Billy.

And he knew who did it
is still out there somewhere.

Did you wait up for him?

10:00 or so, I went to bed.

I took this pill
the doctor gave me becau--

You know.

What with Billy's trouble,
I couldn't sleep.

And when I woke up,
he wasn't there.

Well, he wouldn't have been.
It was 8:00 and more.

He'd have gone off to work.

Didn't anybody
come looking for him

when he didn't arrive for work?

He's does all different jobs
up there.

I suppose everybody thought
he was somewhere else.

And nothing else unusual
happened last night?

Nothing at all?

Well...

...young Mrs. Tranter
from the big house.

Her car went past.

I think it was hers,
but it's not very unusual.

What time was that?

Just after Ben went out.

We'll be all right.

[Knock on door, door opens]

Mrs. Fitzroy's here, sir.

[ Door opens]

Hello, Sarah.

Grahame,
I didn't mean to disturb you.

No, no.
I was just sitting with Harry.

He's having his afternoon nap.

Such a wonderful sight
I couldn't resist watching him.

[Chuckles]
I envy you.

I'm on my way to Causton.

Playhouse Committee.

James told me
to drop this in for you.

It's the final list of guests
for Founder's Night.

Oh. He needn't have bothered
to send this.

[Chuckles]
You know James.

Dot the "I's"
and cross the "T's."

How's Kate?

Oh, she's fine, thanks.

Yes.
She's gone to Causton.

With an old friend
she used to work with.

They've gone to buy a dress
or something.

Oh.
She'll enjoy that.

Yes.

I like Kate.

Do you?

Oh, yes.

And I sympathize.

I mean,
coming from the real world

to Upper Marshwood
and all of us.

[Chuckles]
Not easy for her.

I was the same
when I first married James.

But I fitted in eventually.

And so will Kate.

Let's hope so.

TROY: Several people
heard you threaten the tramp.

I've threatened lots of people.
I've killed none of them.

And your prints
were found on the weapon.

I explained that to him!

I found the tramp dead that
night when I was out poaching.

I picked up the stick
that was lying beside him.

I saw the blood,
and I threw it away.

Billy, you were seen
in the woods that morning.

I was having a laugh, wasn't I?

A laugh?

I was trying to get back
at those stuck-up snobs.

[Horn blowing, dogs barking]

Did you tell
Superintendent Pringle that?

Of course I did.

That just made up his mind
I must have done it.

One thing worse
than a murderer here --

It's someone
who makes a fool of the hunt.

I did not kill him.

I did not kill him.

I did not kill him.

CULLY: "Quite a well-kept garden
this is, Miss Cardew."

"So glad you like it,
Miss Fairfax."

"I had no idea there were
any flowers in the country."

"Oh, flowers are as common here,
Miss Fairfax,

as people are in London."

Dad, it's meant to be funny.

You're reading it
like you're announcing

the Titanic going down.

JOYCE:
Dinner's nearly ready.

Look, let's get food over with,
and I'll feel jollier, right?

- Want to bet?
- I've learned my lesson.

It's plain English food
from now on.

Oh. Talking of which,
I got caught by that woman today

after rehearsal --
Sarah Fitzroy.

The one we met in France.

God, does she bore for England.

TOM: Poor old you.

I had a word
with her husband today.

He said that one of his workers
had just committed suicide.

Is that what's been
on your mind?

I'm puzzled by it.

And the son of the dead man's
in prison on a murder charge.

And I've got half a feeling
he shouldn't be there.

Are you two coming to eat?

I'm trying out a new recipe
for boeuf bourginon.

Oh, that's very nice.

- Yes.
-[ Telephone rings]

Hello. Barnaby.

Oh, hello, Troy.

No, no.
I'll be over right away.

[Sighs]

-[ Door closes]
- Sorry.

[Glass shatters]

What clinched it
was a schoolboy howler.

The gun was in the right hand.

But Ben Gurdie is left-handed.

How do you know that?

He was a manual worker.

The left hand's got the calluses
and the harder skin.

That was the hand he used most.

Ah. Easy to confirm it
with his wife.

So whoever wanted
to make it look like a suicide,

put the gun in the wrong hand.

Mm.

You're dealing with a murder.

I was pretty sure.

You never said.

Well, it didn't add up,
did it, Troy?

So, two murders...

in the same wood...

within three weeks.

By two different murderers?

Oh, I don't think so.

[Chuckles]

Well, if you're right, it means
dear old Ron Pringle's boobed.

[Chuckles]

Can't crow yet, though.

Also means
that somebody's walking about

who's already killed twice.

Don't know who they are.

Don't know the motive.

So I don't know what might
drive them to kill again.

Right, gentlemen.

I'd like the whole area
toothcombed, please.

Anything.

Anything at all that's not
naturally part of the wood

may give us a clue
as to why Ben Gurdie was killed.

Okay?

- Thank you, Sergeant.
- OFFICER: Sir.

Right, Troy.

Ron Pringle.

[Motorcycle approaching]

Thank you.

Bastard.

Betty.

Here he is.

Well, what do you think?

Good Lord.

It's very big, isn't it?

He isn't big, Betty.
He's a hunter.

He's the right size
for a hunter.

[Vehicle approaching]

Oh, hell.

What does he want?

Hello, Ron.

Hello, Tom.
You looking for me?

Yes,
am.

That's a big horse.

It's a hunter.

Used to be Lord Kitson's mount.

Oh, really?

Hello, Betty.
You settling in all right, eh?

Think so, Tom.
Hope so.

Good. Ron,
could I have a word, please?

- What, now?
- Please.

I'm mounted.

Well, preferably unmounted.

Well, what am I supposed
to do with the horse?

Hitch it to the rail,
like they do in Westerns.

Sergeant, this is
a very valuable animal.

I'm not going to leave him
unattended.

Well, Sergeant Troy
will attend to it.

[Horse nickers, whinnies]

All right.

So, Gurdie
was probably murdered,

and near the place
where the tramp used to sleep.

But that doesn't begin

to prove that Billy Gurdie
didn't kill the tramp.

I didn't say it did.

I'm relieved to hear it.

All I'm suggesting is that it's
at the very least it's possible

that the two murders
are connected,

which means I have to re-examine
the death of the tramp.

Ben Gurdie must have been killed
for a reason.

Or by a psychopath.

Ron, if there is a psychopath
on the loose,

he may also have killed
the tramp.

- Billy Gurdie killed the tramp.
-[ Door opens]

Excuse me.

Coffee?

No.

No, thank you, Betty.

I'm sure the Sergeant
would like one.

Bit chilly out there
this morning.

Anyway, Ron, I don't think
it could have been a psychopath.

No psychopath would bother

to make it look like a suicide,
would he?

If someone else shot him,

then Ben Gurdie
must have given him his gun.

Why would he do that?

Perhaps he was threatened
with another gun.

Or he might have known
the other person well enough

to have had no worries
about handing it over.

It...
To go back to the tramp...

Yes?

You could find out
nothing at all about him?

Nothing. We've distributed his
fingerprints and dental details,

and we've had nothing back.

We know
he was in the village shop

just before 11:00 that morning.

He bought two bottles of cider
and a packet of buns.

According to the doc,

he died somewhere
between 11:00 in the morning

and 2:00 in the afternoon.

And nobody saw him
after he left the village?

No.

But the hunt went past the spot
where he was found?

Yes.

- At about midday?
- Yes.

Look, these people
have nothing to do with it.

Tom, I have to live
in this village.

I'd prefer you didn't go
pestering them about it.

I can't help that, Ron.

I've got
two dead bodies in the morgue.

[Sighs ] Yes.
Yes, of course.

When did Linda Wagstaff
say she found the body?

Don't ask me.

"In the night," she said.

Anyway, she didn't tell anyone.

"None of my business," she said.

It wasn't till next day
we knew about the killing.

Henry Carstairs reported it.

The taxidermist.

It was 7:52 a.m.
when I found the tramp.

That's very precise.

I'm always precise
about finding corpses.

One has to be.

One has to time
the process right.

And you came across the body
quite by accident, right?

Well, I had no reason
to be looking for it.

It was a terrible sight.

You wouldn't expect a stoat
to be popular, would you?

Very big in Japan.

[Door closes]

I've got to finish another fox.

Everybody wants a fox.

It's the lollipop
of the taxidermy trade.

Mr. Carstairs, when I asked you

if you were in the woods the
night Ben Gurdie was killed --

Oh, the body was arranged
to make it look like suicide,

but, in fact, he was murdered.

Good heavens.
Why?

Well, that we have to discover.

You said you were in the area.

What did you mean by that?

Well, it wasn't
precisely in the woods.

Just 'round about.

But you said
you found a mink that night.

So surely
you can be very precise?

Completely.
Stupid of me. Yep.

Uh...

8227.

Ashley Dell.

It's about half a mile from
where they discovered poor Ben.

Of course, as soon
as I found this little treasure,

I came straight home.

And you stayed in all evening?

Indeed, I did.

Had the initial preparation
to do.

Give the skin a good cleanup,
that kind of thing.

Do you live on your own?

That's why they call me
Handbag Henry...

...though what they imply
is very far from the truth.

I'm a ladies' man.

I just never found
somebody that I fancied

who would fancy me poor.

Now, had I inherited
the Tranter estate...

How would you have done that?

Well, my uncle was
Grahame Tranter's grandfather.

He was a very rich man.

He died without leaving a will,

so the inheritance should have
gone to his son, Simon.

But Simon disappeared
30 years ago.

TOM: Simon Tranter.

That's Marcia Tranter's husband,
yes?

She said he was dead.

May or may not be.

He just walked out.

The week after he left,

Marcia discovered
she was having a child.

After the statutory seven years
were up,

she had her husband
declared legally dead.

So, when my uncle died
without leaving a will,

the inheritance
went to her son, Grahame.

So, how could you
have inherited?

In intestacy, Sergeant.

Where there's no will,

the inheritance goes
to the nearest blood relative.

After Grahame,
I was next in line.

And there were some

who suggested
that I was nearer than that.

Meantime, I must make my fortune
the best way I can.

[Vehicle door opens, closes]

Oh, God.

Yes?

I've done the work.

How much?

£50.

£50.

There's policemen in the woods.

What are they doing?

Walking up and down.
Looking.

Well, that's their job,
isn't it?

Give the work to Mrs. Fitzroy.

Hate him.

[ Dog barks]

Murdered?

Murdered?

Mr. Tranter,
you hunted through the woods

on the day Gurdie's body
was found, didn't you?

No.
Not me personally, no.

I had a bit of a headache that
morning, so I didn't go out.

You didn't go to the wood
the previous evening?

No.
I didn't go out at all.

But you did hunt on the day
the tramp was killed, yeah?

- Yes, I did.
- And did either of you

notice anything unusual
on that day?

No.

Nothing unusual at all.

Hm.
Do many people use the woods?

This is private land,
Chief Inspector.

We don't allow trespasses.

But surely the tramp
was trespassing?

Well, yes, he was.

And when I found out about it,
I asked Grahame to run him off.

Well, I intended to.

There didn't seem
to be much hurry.

- He seemed harmless.
- MARCIA: Harmless?

Just look at all the trouble
he's caused.

And isn't
Linda Wagstaff trespassing?

Well, yes, she is.

But she's been there
over 30 years.

- We tolerate her.
-30 years.

What's her history?

I don't know, really.

There was a man there
for sometime.

Husband, lover.

Nobody's really sure.

But he moved on,
and she stayed put.

I understand Henry Carstairs

was in line to inherit
your grandfather's estate.

After your husband disappeared.

Well, yes, he was.

I suppose if your father
suddenly turned up,

it would all be his.

I mean, as the nearest blood
relation to your grandfather.

My husband is officially dead

and, therefore,
would inherit nothing.

And there was no news of him at
all from the day he walked out?

Well, yes.

We have a photograph of Simon

sitting outside a café
in Antwerp.

He has a girl with him.

They were registered together
in the local hotel.

He moved on
and hasn't been heard of since.

Darling, I was wondering --

I'm sorry.

GRAHAME: Hello, darling.

This is Detective
Chief Inspector Barnaby...

...and Sergeant...

Troy.

This is my wife, Kate.

- TOM: Hello, Mrs. Tranter.
- KATE: Hello.

MARCIA: It appears
that Ben Gurdie was murdered.

Murdered?

Anyway, we've no need to take up
any more of your time.

Oh. There is one more question,
Mrs. Tranter.

The night before last...

the night
Ben Gurdie was killed...

do you mind telling me
where you were going

when you drove past the kennels
about 9:00?

Past the kennels?

Mrs. Gurdie says she saw you.

Well, she must be mistaken.

My wife went to the cinema
the night before last.

With an old girlfriend.

What was it you saw?

Oh.

That sci-fi.

[Chuckles]
"The Silver Planet."

Yes.

Well, thank you.

I'm sorry to have troubled you.

Thank you, again.

MARCIA: It's our hunt founder's
party tonight.

And he has it here, does he?

The hunt founder has been dead
for nearly 200 years.

The party is in tribute to him.

Would you walk this way,

as though
you were looking at the garden?

I wouldn't be at all surprised
if it were Kate's car.

I'm almost certain
she is having an affair.

Going to the cinema with
a girlfriend is just an excuse.

Grahame's far too besotted
to notice.

He met her on holiday
about two years ago

just after he'd inherited,

and she got herself pregnant...

on purpose, I'm sure. .

By him, I presume...

and he married her.

She's totally unsuitable
and bored out of her mind.

You see, she's not been
brought up to our way of life.

Now, if she and her lover
went to the woods

and Ben Gurdie found them
in flagrante delicto...

...then the lover
may have wanted to silence Ben.

Did you ever play that game,
sir?

You know, name the woman
you wouldn't go to bed with

for a million pounds.

[Chuckles]

There we are, sir.

Thank you.

[Sighs]

Oh, come on, Troy.
It's a lovely day.

If you say so.

What was all that rubbish
she was trying to sell us?

In flagrante whatnot?

It's happened before.

Grahame Tranter's a rich man.

His wife's got a lot to lose.

Yeah, but if we think
the same person murdered both,

does that mean the tramp
caught them at it, as well?

It was unlikely, I agree.

But let's try and find out
if this lover actually exists.

- What's that?
- What's what?

- That.
- Chicken Korma.

In a sandwich?

The world's moved on
from cheese and tomato, sir.

It's lovely.

[Ringing]

JAMES: Fitzroy.

James, it's me.

Listen.

They've discovered
that Ben Gurdie was murdered.

Good God.

I heard they were
back in the woods this morning.

James, this means
that they might --

Marcia, shut up.

I'm sorry,
but this is a mobile phone.

Things are tricky enough
without...

Well, goodbye.

TOM:
Bottle tops across the years.

Look at that, Troy.

That is
an original Tizer stopper.

[Chuckles]

TROY:
Bird and animal bones.

What do you reckon to that?

Fox. Dog.

Perhaps it's where they bury
their old hounds.

There was something else, sir.

Not quite sure.

Might be of interest.

TOM: Good God.

The headless woman.

Dirty-minded schoolboys
out in the woods.

Speak from experience,
do you, Troy?

Hmm?

Where did you find this?

Nothing else here?

No, sir.

Drop that off to the lab.

Get it fingerprinted,
then copied.

Copied, sir?

Well done, Sergeant.

I think we're on track.

[ Laughter]

Yeah.

This is very nice.

Yes.

Yes, it is.

Very good punch.

Yes.

[Chuckles]
Just the fiver.

Thank you.
Thank you.

[Clears throat]

Oh, God.

[Sighs]

I'll have to go
and have a word with them.

[Chuckles]

Go easy on the drink.

You know how silly you get.

[Chuckles]

RON: Hello, James.

Hi, Sarah.

Hello.
Hello, Betty.

Lovely part'!-

Oh, good, good.
[Chuckles]

How's the investigation going?

Oh, well,
not down to me, I'm afraid.

I'm retired.

Damn pity, that.

That Barnaby chap takes his time
a bit, doesn't he?

Well, he has his methods.

James.

Excuse me.

Can I have a word with you
about the raffle?

Yes, of course.

Would you excuse us?

Business.

[Chuckles]

You're avoiding me.

I'm not.
I promise I'm not.

What happened in London?

Please, Marcia.
Can we talk about this later?

And what's the prize, then?

For the raffle?

Oh.

It's a famous fox.

Caught in 1932, I believe.

Oh.

Very nice.

Yes.

Well, we'd best have
some tickets.

BETTY: Yes.

[ Laughter]

TOP up, please.

Lovely.
Thank you.

Hello, Marcia.

Been playing hooky?

Oh.
Hardly, Katherine.

I'm the hostess.

I was opening the French windows
to let the smoke out.

Ah.
Great party.

Oh.
What lovely earrings.

- They new?
- Mm.

Grahame bought them for me
last week.

- Sweet, isn't he?
- Yes.

[Chuckles]
Excuse me.

[Door opens, closes]

There's a queue
at both the loos.

I'll ask if there's another one.

No!

I'll find it.

JAMES: Please.
For God's sake, Marcia.

I'm doing what I can.

There's no danger.

Why should there be?

He can't last much longer.

Now, come on, dear.
We're the hosts.

Let's get back to the party,
yeah?

[ Door opens]

[Liquid streaming]

[Zipper zips]

[Dogs barking]

Your mother's in heaven
on mornings like this.

I don't know what she'll do
if she gets up there

and finds
the good Lord's anti-hunting.

Welcome to the Marshwood, Ron.

Thank you, Master.

I'm really looking forward
to it.

Good.

Enjoy the party last night,
did you?

Yes. Excellent.

Good. Good.

Walk on.

Oi!

TROY: How often do that lot
go hunting, sir?

TOM:
Two or three times a week.

Don't any of them
have proper jobs?

-[ Opera music plays]
- Looks like she's in.

She must know more
than she's told us.

I'm sure of it.
Hey.

That's Puccini.

"Madame Butterfly."

Shh.

[Horn blowing]

[Dogs barking]

Do you consider it good manners

to look
through people's windows?

I'm sorry.
We're policemen.

We're nosy.

I couldn't help noticing
the photograph.

That is nothing to do with you.

TOM: No.
I didn't say it is.

And you're not looking in there
without a warrant.

I know my rights.

Oh, I'm sure you do, Linda.
I'm sure you do.

I wanted to ask you
about the time

just before the death
of the tramp.

Did you notice
if anyone ever came to see him?

I don't know.

Or if he ever met up
with anyone?

I don't know.

Or if he sometimes left
the woods?

Perhaps to visit somebody?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Perhaps we shouldn't have
mentioned that photograph.

- Really clammed her up.
- I'm aware of that.

Think that was her lover?

Yeah.
Quite probably.

Amazing, isn't it?

Him fancying her.

Yeah, well, I daresay she
didn't always look like that.

People do change
as they get older, Troy.

Even you.

[Chuckles]
Yeah, I suppose so.

[ Laughs 1

Could even be her
in that nude picture.

[ Laughs 1

[Horn blowing]

[Horse neighs]

Whoa! Whoa!

-[ Horse neighs]
- Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

[Horse neighs]

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

[Horse neighs]

TOM:
I'm so sorry, Betty.

Had...

you know...

I had a bad feeling
about this place.

But he was so full of it all.

He's not...

He wasn't really a snob.

It's just he liked

to see himself mixing
with those sort of people.

And the hunting.

Well...

he's always wanted to do that.

It was an accident, Betty.

The horse bolted.

It could happen to anyone.

He did have something
on his mind.

I don't know what it was.

But at the party,
he'd been outside to...

[Chuckles] relieve himself.

When he got back, I could tell
something was wrong.

Did he give you a clue?

He wouldn't tell me what it was.

But I think
it might have been something

that suggested he'd been wrong.

[Voice breaking ] Oh, Tom.

Oh, Tom.

[crying]

Poor Betty.

Yes.

She really, really loved him.

God, what a bloody awful day.

Cully still rehearsing, is she?

Oh, yes.
It's the opening soon.

Must keep that first night free.

Oh, yes.
Right, right.

[Telephone rings]

I'll say you're not here.

No, no.
I'll get it.

Hello. Barnaby.

Right.

Well, thank you.
Thank you very much for calling.

That was the vet.

Ron Pringle's horse was doped.

Ron Pringle was murdered.

According to the vet,
it was a tranquilizer dart,

which would have the effect
of making the muscles convulse,

causing the horse to bolt
before it was tranquilized.

Why?

Something happened at the party
the night before...

when he went outside.

Or on his way back.

He must have seen or heard

something
he shouldn't have done.

[Motorcycle approaching]

DAVE: Hi, sweetheart!

Any luck?

Nobody saw a thing.

Look what I found
in the Summerhouse.

- What is it?
- What's it look like?

- Well, it looks like a...
-it is.

It's the corner
of a contraceptive packet.

It was just under the chair.

So, you think somebody
slipped out of the party

for a bit of the other?

It's possible.

Kate Tranter and her lover?

If he exists.

We've found no proof.

And Ron Pringle saw them,

and they saw he saw them,
and the lover killed him.

Yeah, it could fit.

But how would that tie up
with the other murders?

As Marcia said, Ben Gurdie
might have seen them, as well.

[Chuckles]
That would make them

a very unlucky couple,
wouldn't it?

I mean, they might as well go
and do it on the village green.

No, no, no.

I don't think
it's as straightforward as that.

I picked this up at the station.

Report on the photograph.

First, fairly obviously,

it was taken
on a badly-angled self-timer.

That would explain
the cutting off the head.

Mm-hmm. Second, they've
matched the fingerprints.

They were the tramp's.

Did you think it would be?

- Didn't you?
- Well...

Yes.
I always believed

there was blackmail
somewhere on the agenda.

Which would mean what, Troy?

What?

Well, you wouldn't get very far

trying to blackmail somebody
with this, would you?

There must have been more
pictures hidden in that tree,

and this one
accidentally got left behind.

The others will have heads on

and may possibly involve
another person.

So either person
in the photographs

could be being blackmailed.

Or someone who was connected
in some way

with the people
in the photograph.

There's something there.

Something
in the back of my mind.

Now, what the hell is it?

Excuse me, sir.
There's a fax for you.

It's from Holland, sir.

Ta.

Oh, good God.

Mrs. Tranter,

I've just had a communication
from the Dutch police.

In January 1971, they arrested
a man for dangerous driving,

and he went to prison
for seven days.

They took his fingerprints,
and they kept them on record.

Now, these prints
match those of the tramp.

That man was your husband,
Simon Tranter.

Would you like to sit down?

Thank you.

Could he be Simon?

Well, we believe so.

As do the Dutch Police.

How tall was he?

5.11"' I think.

Yes.
He's 5'10".

Could it be proved
one way or the other?

Oh, yeah.

Quite simply.

If your son
would agree to a DNA test.

I never met him, of course.

And he treated my mother
very badly.

I'm aware of that.

But he was my father.

And, dear God,
to end up like that.

You never met him while
he was living in the woods?

No.

No.

I saw him once or twice
from a distance.

But, of course,
he looked nothing like.

The last picture
that I have of him.

Uh, Mother
doesn't like it on show, so...

anyway- --

MARCIA: It's the photograph
I told you about,

the one taken
by the private detective.

I did think of going after him,
but my pride wouldn't let me.

No, Chief Inspector.

I have no objection at all
to the test.

The sooner, the better.

WOMAN: A handbag?

Yes, Lady Bracknell.

It was in a handbag.

A somewhat large,
black leather handbag...

with handles to it.

- An ordinary handbag, in fact.
- SARAH: [Chuckles]

WOMAN: In what locality did this
Mr. James, or Thomas, Cardew,

-come across...
- Shh!

WOMAN:
...this ordinary handbag?

[ Laughing]

Hold it.
Hold it.

I must ask you
to leave the theater.

[ Laughing]

[Sobbing]

I'm so sorry.

Don't be silly.

It was so kind of the director
to let me watch,

and then I go and repay him
by behaving like that.

And then you're so kind
to let me sit in here

when I should have gone home.

But I couldn't go home
like that.

Oh, God.
I'm such a boring woman.

I never used to be.

The truth is...

...sometimes I never want
to go home again...

to that awful man
and that bloody woman,

who he'd much rather be with
than be with me.

And I'm frightened, Cully.

There's been three murders.

Why not four?

Now, did she actually say she
thought her husband and Marcia

were tied up with the murders?

No.

It's more the impression I got.

Well, what did she actually say?

[Sighs]

She said they've been behaving
very strangely recently...

that they'd been rowing a lot,
which is very unusual...

and that he goes to London
more and more often.

What for?

A charity committee, he says.

But she can't believe
the committee

meets as often as that.

He went on Thursday,
and he's going again tomorrow.

Another woman?

She used to think so,
but then she overheard Marcia

telling him
he must go to London again.

She says Marcia wouldn't tell
him to go and see another woman.

Marcia wants him all to herself.

[Doorbell rings]

Hello, late caller.

Come for cocoa?

Oh, don't be stupid.

Let me in.

You know what I'm here for.

But do you have
your share of the bargain?

£50,000.

Well, that was easy, wasn't it?

Business complete.

[Bird cawing]

TROY: We'd better give him
plenty of space.

We don't want to be seen.

- Oh, right.
-[ Engine turns over]

TROY: But if her husband
was legally dead

and couldn't claim
the inheritance,

why would Marcia Tranter
Kill him?

Or get him killed?

If She did.

And where's the blackmail?

And where does Fitzroy
come into all this?

That's what I hope
we're about to find out.

Well, well.

So, what's all that about?

He must be visiting somebody.

Good guess, Troy.

Perhaps the woman
in the photograph.

I'm not joking, sir.

She'd be
about the right age now.

Yeah.
Well, I suppose it's possible.

Oh, good God.

How stupid can I get?

What?

- Get out.
- Sir?

When Fitzroy leaves,
you go inside,

find out
what he was doing there.

I've got to see Linda Wagstaff.

Go on.

How am I gonna get back?

Well, hitch a lift.
Go on.

Oh.

[Engine turns over]

Mr. Fitzroy is such
a considerate and generous man.

Fred Rodale
is an ex-employee of his,

and Mr. Fitzroy
pays for all of his expenses

and visits him so often, too.

Unfortunately, Mr. Rodale
is seriously fading

and wandering in his mind,
poor man.

So you won't get very much
out of him, I'm afraid.

Mr. Rodale?

You have a visitor.

TOM: Yes.

Search the woods for her.

If you find her,
call me at once.

I'll get out a description.

How are the hounds, sir?

Uh...

they're fine.

Fine.

I'll never...

...never, never forget that day.

I thought the hounds
were going mad that day.

Mad.

Mad.

Sir.

Sir.

Sir.

Sir, the hounds
are going berserk.

I was out exercising with them,
and they found...

...they found...

[Dogs barking]

...found something.

[sniffs]

[Dogs barking]

Something.

And I never said.

You've always been so good
to me, sir.

I swear.

I swear.

I swear I never said.

Never said what, Fred?

I swear.

Who are you?

HARRY: [ Squeals]

[Footsteps approaching]

Hello, darling.

Come on.
Come on.

Charlotte, Mr. Tranter's at
a business meeting in Causton.

And he won't be back until late.

So I'm gonna take Harry out
for a while.

Oh.
Where, Mrs. Tranter?

I don't know.
Just out.

Taken him where?

She didn't say, sir.

Well, didn't you ask her,
for goodness' sake?

She just said...

Darling, you had me worried.

Didn't know where you were.

You said you'd be late.

Oh, I got fed up.

Where's Harry?

Excuse me.

Do you know
what dressing room Michael's in?

- Michael?
- Michael Darrow.

I'm afraid
there isn't a Michael Darrow

in this production.

Oh, don't be silly.

I've got his clothes.

[indistinct conversations]

Evening, Mrs. B.

Evening, Gavin.

Right.
Let's go in.

Michael?

Michael!

MAN: Where the hell is it?
I'm on very soon.

Is that my suit?

Yes.
Of course it is.

What on earth are you doing?!

It's Michael's!

TOM:
So, what's it all about?

TROY: Well, whatever it is,
the old boy

seems to have nightmares
about it.

And Fitzroy's scared stiff that
while his mind's wandering,

he might say
something he shouldn't.

As he almost did to me, yeah.

There is one possible clue,
though, sir.

What's that?

I popped into the station
on the way here.

They've just finished the report

on those things they found
in the search of the wood.

There were several dog bones.

What?
From the hounds that were shot?

Yeah.
There was also something else.

Fragments
of a human collarbone.

Harry's quite safe, Grahame.

I'm taking him with me.

Oh, Kate, please.
Please don't take him.

Please don't go.

[Sighs]
I've had enough, okay?

Of you.
Of this place.

Your mother.
I've had it!

I want a new life.

With Dave Hedges?

With him?

Look, I know about him, Kate.

You...

don't have to give him up.

You can carry just as you are.

Just as long
as you stay with me.

[ Laughs 1

You're pathetic.

For God's sake!

You don't think
Dave Hedges loves you, do you?

He thinks
you'll get half my money.

I'll get my share of it.

If you run off with him,

I'll fight you to hell
before you get one penny.

Oh, I think you'll be generous.

Don't forget
I've got Harry to trade.

I am always smart.

Am I not, Mr. Worthing?

You are quite perfect,
Miss Fairfax.

Oh.
I hope I'm not that.

It should leave no room
for developments.

And I intend to develop
in many directions.

[ Laughter]

Now, please...

out of my way.

I'll Kill you
before I let you go.

Don't be stupid, Grahame.

I will.
I'll kill you.

Charlotte.

Charlotte!

Could you take my case for me,
please?

I'm going away
for a couple of days.

- Yes, Mrs. Tranter.
- Thank you.

Goodbye, Grahame.

You never talk
anything but nonsense.

Nobody ever does.

[ Laughter]

[Applause]

Thank you.

Thank you.

It's going well, isn't it?

- Mm.
- Very well.

Cully's very good, isn't she?

[Chuckles]
Oh, look.

There's some pictures
of the last time they did it.

[Opera music plays]

1970.

There's the girl
who played Cully's part.

Oh, she's not nearly so...

What's the matter?

Michael Darrow.

JOYCE: What's wrong?

TOM: Good God.

That's it.

He's beautiful.

That's when he fell in love
with me.

It weren't him out there.

Couldn't be.
He wasn't beautiful.

He was filthy.
He was horrible.

It wasn't him.

Wasn't who, Linda?

You must tell me, Linda.

Who wasn't who?

Yes, of course, dear.

Uh, right away.

Uh, that was Marcia.

There's a problem with Grahame.

I've got to go and help her out.

James.

I want a divorce.

Don't be stupid, Sarah.

Tell me what it's about
when I get back.

I won't be here
when you get back.

[Door closes]

Marcia gave her the shawl
quite recently.

Marcia? You mean
it's a photograph of Marcia?

And the tramp
wasn't Simon Tranter.

It was an actor
called Michael Darrow.

- Who?
- He met Linda Wagstaff here.

She used to be
the wardrobe mistress,

and when the company packed up,

she lived with him
in the railway carriage.

And she didn't recognize him
when he came back?

He told her who he was,
all right.

But he'd been so good-looking

and she'd been so crazy
about him,

she wouldn't let herself believe
he'd turned into that.

But how did he know Marcia?

He got himself a part-time job
working up with the hunt.

He must have had an affair
with Marcia.

That's when he took
the pictures.

So, why did he leave?

Remember that photo?

Supposed to be Marcia's husband?

I'm pretty sure
that that was Michael Darrow.

Pretending to be Simon Tranter.

Well, he looked enough like him
to be able to use his passport.

And he'd been well-paid
to do it.

Yeah, but why?

Because I bet Simon Tranter
is buried in the woods.

That's
what your collarbone's about.

Part of what the hounds dug up.

You're better off without her,
Grahame.

She's taken Harry.

But we'll get him back.

The lawyers will see to that.

We're not going to leave Harry
with a slut like her.

A slut like her.

My God,
that's good coming from you.

What do you mean?

I've seen the pictures, Mother.

Those disgusting pictures
of you with that man.

[Cellphone rings]

-[ Cellphone beeps]
- Barnaby.

Oh, thank you.

To Marshwood.

[Engine turns over]

They've had a call
from Grahame Tranter's wife.

She's walked out on him
and taken the kid.

She says
he threatened to kill her.

Well, lots of people say --

And they've also had
the results of the DNA test.

Grahame Tranter
is related to the tramp.

- So the actor is his father?
- Certainly is.

That means he's lost everything.

I think so, and if he knows
it -- and I think he does --

he's killed three times.

He could kill again.

He said I wasn't entitled
to the inheritance.

I wasn't a blood relation,
he said.

He said he'd go to the trustees
and tell them.

I know Kate married me
for the money.

She'd only stay with me
for the money.

My life's nothing
without her and Harry.

I didn't know what to do.

And then suddenly,
I had the chance to kill him.

[ Muttering]

[Speaks indistinctly]

[Screams]

[Screams]

[ Hoof beats]

[Horse neighs]

[Thud]

TROY: I can see why he would
want to kill the tramp.

But why Ben Gurdie?

Well, Gurdie probably caught him
doing something.

Looking for something.
The photographs.

I searched the body, but
he didn't have the photographs.

I had to have them.

I knew they had to be
hidden somewhere.

He asked me what I was doing.

I said something stupid
about looking for badgers.

It was so stupid he couldn't
possibly have believed me.

But I was the boss.

And when I asked to see his gun,
he just handed it to me.

Dutifully.

[Gunshot]

- And Pringle?
- The cinema.

What?

My wife went to the cinema
the night before last.

With an old girlfriend.

What was it you saw?

Oh.

That sci-fi.

[Chuckles]
"The Silver Planet."

Yes.

TOM:
He was covering for her.

But what's that
got to do with --

The Summerhouse.

Suppose it was Kate and
her lover in the Summerhouse.

- And Ron Pringle saw them.
- Mm.

Not just that.

GRAHAME: He saw them!

He saw them!

[Sobbing]

TOM:
He's so obsessed with her,

he could put up with her
being unfaithful to him.

But not with Pringle seeing it.

He killed Pringle for her.

Yeah.
But now she's left him.

It's all right, darling.

It's all over.

The police
think that tramp was Simon.

The tests will prove
that you're his son,

and everything will be
as it was before.

As before?

Yes.
Of course, darling.

Now, forget
about those silly photographs.

Henry Carstairs found them,
and I bought them from him.

Everything will be as it was

before you brought
that girl here.

We'll get Harry back,
and we'll bring him up together.

GRAHAME:
You don't understand, do you?

I don't care about money
if I haven't got Kate.

I want her and Harry.

I don't want you!

Now, steady on, old boy.

She is your mother, you know.

[Chuckles]

What's he doing here?

I asked him to come.

What the hell for?

Have they got the results
of the test yet?

Have they found out
whether the tramp wasn't Simon?

No.
The tramp wasn't Simon.

The tramp was my father.

Grahame!

[ Coughs 1

What on earth
are you talking about?

The tramp was my father.

A man called Michael Darrow.

There's pornographic pictures
of them together.

But you told me...

You swore to me.

Oh, dear Lord.

Did she tell you
you were my father?

[Chuckles]

What a disgusting lot you are.

Oh, shut up!

Of course I'm your father.

Simon Tranter was sterile.

He knew he was sterile.

When your mother was pregnant,
why...

That's why we had to --

Why you had to kill him.

Sorry.
I think I'm going to be sick.

Excuse me.

What did you tell him for?

Why did you lie to me?

You made me kill a man.

You made me kill him
for no reason at all.

MARCIA: Grahame.

Don't.

You ruined it for me, Mother.

I had two loves.

Because of you,
they're both gone.

She'll bring him back to you,
darling.

The police aren't stupid.
They'll find out who I am.

She'll bring him
back to you anyway.

Not with you here, Mother.

Mr. Fitzroy.

[Car doors close]

Mr. Fitzroy.

I'd like to ask you
some questions

concerning the disappearance
of --

[Gunshot]

JAMES: Oh.

God.

Get a doctor.

She made me kill Simon.

She made me kill him.

[Car door closes,
engine turns over]

Get away, you.

She's coming with me.

[Grunts]

Oh, my God.

Don't be stupid, Mr. Tranter.

Stupid?!

If she's not staying with me,
then she's not going with you.

Neither of them are.

Now get out the way, Dave.
I'm not gonna hurt you.

Who are you gonna hurt, then?

Us?

Put him down.

It's Daddy, Harry.

It's Daddy.

Put him down!

No. [ Sobs]

All right, then.

All right, then.

All right, then.

Grahame, please!

[Grunting]

[Vehicle approaches]

No!
Grahame, please!

Are you all right?

[Harry screaming]

[Footsteps approaching]

Are you sure you're going to be
all right on your own?

I'm looking forward to it.

I'll be so on my own
they'll all talk about me.

"Who's that mysterious lady
in Cabin 82?"

-[ Chuckles]
- TOM: You take care.

CULLY: Yes.

Oh.
You've been so kind.

[Train approaching]

What would Marcia say about
something as vulgar as a cruise?

- Goodbye.
- Oh.

- Thank you.
- Have a safe journey.

Goodbye.

MAN: Please stand by.

[Train horn blares]

I've got some spare time.

What say we take your mother
out to lunch?

How about that new French place?

The Gastronomique?

I'll settle for a steak
and chips at the Fox and Hounds.