All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S06E05 - Birds of Prey

(ominous music)

- [Hamilton] As long as
Charles is kept out of the way

and no one sees him in a
week it'll all be done.

- That phone never stops ringing.

- Refer them to me.

I'll handle it.

- Are you handling Julian Shepherd?

- Let's just ignore him.

- No, he's making trouble, George.

I don't want anything to go wrong.

- Alright.

I'll see to it.

(ominous music)

- You'd better come in.

- Mr. Edmonton, I have to talk to you.

The money I invested, I need it.

I can't get any sense out of anyone.

- Oh, they haven't seen the future.

A new future for the way we live.

- I trusted you with my money

but I can't wait any longer.

You haven't even told
us what this project is.

All I want is what I put in
back or I'll be bankrupted.

- It has to be secret.

That's what holds this project together.

My simple invention to support travel

and live in a perfect environment

without fuels, without pollution.

They'll go to any lengths

to get their hands on it, any lengths.

They'll even kill.

I told you you'd make a fortune, my boy.

And you will, a fortune.

- I have to have my money now.

(tense music)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

- You're early, Miss Macpherson.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Pilcher, really.

But I do need some sausages.

- Emergency, is it?

You'd best come in.

Beef be alright?

A pound?

- It's pork we want.

- I'll be making some later.

- My sister forgot to buy them yesterday.

They were on her list, pork sausages.

She lost it.

- Well, why don't you come
back, Miss Macpherson?

- Oh, those will have to do.

- 2.40.

I'll put the porkers aside for you.

There you are, Miss Mac.

- I've got the brochures.

- Oh, great.

- So, I'll just order it, shall I?

- Yes, fine.

- I don't know whether they'll
fit it in the front garden.

I mean, is 45 feet quite big for a yacht?

- Pardon?

- Brochures, Tom.

Africa.

Lions, rhinos, giraffes.

Next year's holiday.

We have talked about this.

- Yeah, well, I'm sure
we'll manage something.

It's just a question of when, isn't it?

It's a wonderful idea in principle.

- I want to do this, Tom.

And Cully can get us a very good deal.

- We will, we will.

I must go now.

- I could go on my own.

I might not come back.

I've always had a crush
on that man from Daktari.

- He'll be drawing his pension by now.

- I'm glad I caught you.

You can have a look at these at work.

- What about crime?

- It won't go away, Dad.

- I didn't realise that working

for a travel agent was a conspiracy.

- More of a happy coincidence.

- Thank you.

- The swallows are still here.

They should be long gone by now.

- Good.

He was open.

- He didn't have pork, Jane.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, Troy.

I thought this book
might be of use to you.

I don't want anyone to think

the Causton CID doesn't know
it's asio from its elbow.

- Its what?

- Asio, it's an owl.

Well, two to be precise.

The short-eared and the long-eared.

In the event of an identity parade

you'll need to be well up in that.

- It's a waste of time.

- It's a crime, Troy.

You are a detective.

I don't expect you to treat it

any differently to any other crime.

- I'm looking for DS Troy, sir.

- Oh, well, you've found him.

- Hi.

I'm Constable Pearce.

Sarah.

Wildlife Liaison Officer.

- Oh, right.

Yes, nice to meet you.

- Is that what you're wearing, Sarge?

- Well.

I've got some wellies.

- I'm in the car park.

- On my way.

- Not all bad news, then.

Wildlife liaison.

- It's like you said, sir.

A crime is a crime, after all.

Thank you.

- Smells good, Jane.

I'm ready for it.

You know I don't eat these.

- I went to the butcher especially.

He didn't have any pork.

- I was looking forward to them.

- Hi.

- How is he?

- Oh.

I don't know what they use
in those sedatives, Naomi.

But I wouldn't rush to buy
shares in the drug company.

He was high as a kite again
for most of the night.

- But he can only take so much.

- Well, I can't control
him when he's like that.

- I'll up the dose, then.

- Just get it right, sis, okay?

- I know what I'm doing.

But you might remember whose
benefit this is all really for.

- If I didn't know you better

I would swear that you're accusing me

of being an ungrateful bitch.

You wouldn't, would you?

- Don't those birds ever get in

the mood to peck someone's eyes out?

- No.

Only when I ask them to.

- I brought your medicine
up, Mr. Edmonton.

And Mallory wondered if
you fancied a bite to eat.

- Didn't we have the press conference?

- Well, I'm still preparing that, sir.

- Oh.

I've been working on my speech.

- Excellent.

There you are.

There was a, there was a
man in here the other day.

I knew him from.

He came in through the window.

It's locked now.

I don't want any journalists getting hold

of the story until we're ready.

I should be at a meeting.

People from the city.

Are they here?

It's very important.

They're going to invest millions.

- Now, they're downstairs.

I shall make sure that
everything's running smoothly.

- Well, what about the conference room?

Has that been swept again for bugs?

Have we got good people in?

- The best.

- Thank you.

Now you can.

I can't just.

- A little rest, I think, eh?

Now, how about a nice nap, hm?

There you are.

- DC Angel, sir.

- Morning.

So, what have we got?

- Well, looks like he went
in sometime during the night.

It's quite deep here.

The car was right under the water.

- Do you know the man?

- Julian Shepherd, a local.

He lives up the road about a mile away.

I thought I better call CID.

You see, there's no tyre
marks and no sign of a skid.

He didn't try to brake.

- Very observant of you, Constable.

Do his family know?

- No.

No, he lived alone.

I spoke to the woman that cleaned for him.

She says she wasn't surprised.

She thought he might
do something like this.

- Like what?

- Kill himself.

- [Troy] They're all
here to see the serins.

How many are there?

- [Sarah] Just a pair.

- [Troy] How do they know where they are?

- They don't.

There's a chance they could see them.

But they might not and
the birds could just go.

- But it's worth standing there
all day on the off chance?

- They've been around
here for a few weeks.

If they do winter here it's possible

they could breed in the spring.

It would be a first.

- I'll do it.

- Time for the boots, Sarge?

I should have said, sorry.

- [Barnaby] Do you think
Mr. Shepherd was in trouble?

- I know he was.

- What kind of trouble?

- All sorts.

His wife leaving, not seeing his children,

the business, the house.

But it all came down to one
thing in the end, money.

- The business being?

- Books.

Buying and selling.

He had a shop in Oxford
up until two years ago.

I suppose he made some bad decisions.

I don't know.

- You're saying Mr. Shepherd was depressed

because of his financial difficulties?

- Well, wouldn't you be?

- It's a long road from being depressed

to committing suicide.

- I know that, Mr. Barnaby.

It did cross my mind, but.

I suppose I never really
believed that he'd actually.

- You go make a cup of tea,

I'll take a look around upstairs.

- Right.

- Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

- Mrs. Edmonton?

- Yes, can I help you?

- Good morning to you.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby from Causton CID.

I'm making a few inquiries

about the death of a neighbour
of yours, Mr. Julian Shepherd.

- Oh, yes, yes.

I heard about the accident.

It's terrible, terrible.

You wonder why these things happen.

- Did you know Mr. Shepherd?

- Well, not well.

None of us are greatly into popping round

to borrow a cup of sugar.

- You see, apparently he phoned here

several times yesterday.

There was something he wanted
to talk to your husband about.

Did he actually come here?

- I certainly didn't see him.

- Is Mr. Edmonton in?

- No, Charles is away at the moment.

- Would you know what he wanted

to talk to your husband about?

- No, I have no idea.

I have absolutely no interest

in my husband's business affairs.

You'd have to talk to the Major.

- Major?

Major who?

- Major George Hamilton.

- And where would I find him?

- He lives in the village.

- That is beautiful.

- Beautiful is not a big enough word.

It's like saying the sea is wet.

Come on.

- That's one there.

- No, that's a buzzard.

- Oh.

What about that one?

Definite.

- No.

That's a red kite.

There he is.

- Where?

- No, not the bird.

Our friend Moorcroft.

By the Toyota.

A very serious egg dealer.

I've been watching him for some time.

The egg man.

- [Troy] Who's that?

- I don't know.

It could be just a twitcher

Moorcroft's pumping for information

or it could be another dealer
or a buyer, a collector.

- How much money is there in it?

- Oh, um, some eggs
will fetch a few pounds.

Rare ones thousands.

It can add up to serious money.

Serious enough not to
care what species you

could be wiping out in the process.

There.

Your first heron, look.

Not bad for your first hour's twitching.

- Where?

- Sorry, you've just
missed your first heron.

It's a good job the villains
are bigger, eh, Sarge?

- Good morning.

Looking for Major Hamilton.

- You've found us.

- Are you Mrs. Hamilton?

- Yes.

You'll find him in the study.

You'll hardly miss the
raised voices, I'm sure.

- Thank you.

- [Carlton] What was he on about?

He said something was wrong.

I put a lot of money into this thing.

- [Surtees] Did you refuse to give

him his capital back, Major?

Because that's what Shepherd told me.

- [Hamilton] That's
quite untrue, I'm sure.

- Well, assurance is what we need.

I haven't seen Charles
Edmonton in over a month.

Where the hell is he?

- Charles has been in the States,

he's been in Switzerland

putting into place the last
pieces before the launch.

Now you're gonna make a lot of money.

What the hell has that got to do

with the opinion of Julian Shepherd

who was quite clearly mentally deranged?

- Major Hamilton?

- Yes?

- Your wife said I'd find you here.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

- Are you sure you don't want anything?

- No.

No, thank you.

Just taking all this in.

It's not quite what you'd
expect from the outside.

- I spent my working life in Africa.

When I retired I brought
back as much as I could.

Eileen has her side of the house.

I have mine.

- It's not every house
you can change continents

just by walking through the door.

- Well, I'm sure there's many a man

who wished he could at times.

- Yes.

So, you did see Julian Shepherd?

- Yes.

Yesterday morning.

And I spoke to him after
lunch later on the phone.

I must say it's a shock to us all.

We knew that he was.

Well, he was on the
verge of some breakdown.

There's no point in
beating about the bush.

But none of us ever dreamt
that he'd take his own life.

- What did the two of you talk about?

- Julian was in a spot of
bother on the financial front.

Well, you know how these
things go, divorce and so on.

Ruin a man unless his head's screwed on.

Well, he'd invested money

in one of Charles Edmonton's projects.

Stood to make a great deal out of it.

But Julian needed to get his money out.

But the launch was only a few weeks away.

It's damn stupid.

He was throwing away at least
10 times what he'd invested.

Maybe more.

Well, I did my best to persuade
him to change his mind.

- And he didn't?

- Absolutely not.

- And did you give him his money back?

- Well, I would have written
the check for him today.

Now I don't know what to do.

I presume he has executors.

Well, it'll be up to them
when all this is sorted out.

Terrible business.

We're all very upset.

- Yes, so I gather.

What precisely did Julian
Shepherd invest in?

- I suppose there's no harm.

Basically, it was a
fuel-free transport system.

That was the revolutionary
part, the invention.

Only Charles Edmonton knew the details.

- Not the investors?

- [Hamilton] No.

- That was very trusting of them.

- Well, he'd made several fortunes

in his lifetime and not just for himself,

but for those who had
the vision to back him.

- Thank you, Major.

- Pleasure.

- How many?

- I've got two more spare.

I thought three peregrine eggs
and I could go to 300 pounds.

- You know what it takes
to get an osprey egg?

The nesting sites are all secret.

They're watched night and day.

300 quid, come on!

- Once I get an osprey I've
completed all the British

Pandionidae and Accipitridae.

It's taken me 20 years.

Can you really get one?

- I said I can deliver.

Can you?

Eddie, old son.

We can sort something out.

This woman up at the hall.

- Mrs. Edmonton?

- [Moorcroft] She's
breeding, you told me, right?

Peregrines, merlins, goshawks.

- I don't know exactly.

- Oh, come on, Eddie.

You told me you could get in.

You said you'd been in.

- To see, that's all.

- Well, did you take an egg?

- Once.

One egg.

- You underestimate yourself, Eddie.

You know your way around.

I've got a buyer for some fertile eggs.

You get me enough of those
and this could be all yours.

- He drowned, that's clear enough.

You're familiar enough with it.

Mucus from the body mixes with water.

This is from his lungs.

- It looks like he drove
straight into the river.

No sign of him losing control.

The car wasn't even
travelling at any speed.

What about drink?

- [Bullard] No.

- So, suicide could be right.

- I can tell you what he had for dinner,

I can tell you he wasn't in the

habit of rinsing his hair properly,

but I can't tell you what he was thinking.

- No.

What do you mean he didn't
rinse his hair properly?

- There was some gunge at the roots.

Turned out to be conditioner.

- So, when did he wash his hair, then?

Yesterday morning?

Later?

- I guess later.

Tom, there's nothing very suspicious

about a man who doesn't
wash his hair properly.

- [Barnaby] No, but there's
something rather odd

about a man who washes his hair

just before killing himself.

- Have we got a deal, then, Eddie?

- Alright.

- I'm trusting you, you know that.

- We're trusting each other.

- No, Eddie, old son.

What I mean is you know
more about what I do

than makes me comfortable.

- Well, I'm not gonna say anything.

- No, you're not.

We're working together on this.

If you screw up, if you put me in it,

your head could end up
under the wheels of my jeep.

Just so we know where we stand.

I'll see you tonight, then.

- What time's dinner?

- About an hour.

- I'll have a glass of wine with it.

- We have some of that white.

- I'll have some red.

And get something decent for a change.

You can flush the last lot down the sink.

It might clear the drains.

And run me a bath nearly to the top.

Turn that bloody music off now!

I can't stand it.

- Goodnight.

What happened to you?

- What do you mean?

- Well, I can only hope you're

not going to try and claim

for a new suit on your expenses, Troy.

- Well, no bother about that.

- Good.

I'm glad to see you're prepared

to make sacrifices in the line of duty.

You look like you've had quite a day.

- I have.

There's a lot more to
wildlife crime than you think.

- Any chance of you
bringing a little less of it

back into the office with you tomorrow?

- I don't think wildlife liaison

is treated seriously enough in CID.

We don't spend enough time on it.

- Well, after the Road to Damascus

you've been travelling
on with Constable Pearce,

I'm sure you'll do your
best to remedy that.

- Very nice.

I enjoyed it.

- I've got the pork sausages.

The butcher made them this afternoon.

- I don't fancy them tomorrow.

I'll have a mushroom omelette, I think.

- Well, that'll be fine.

I'm a little short of cash this evening

and I need to go out.

- We haven't been to the post
office today, Mr. Darwin.

- Oh, that sounds like a fib to me, Jane.

You shouldn't, you know?

She shouldn't fib, should she?

No point hiding things from me.

I know when it's pension day.

- Look at that.

- They guarantee to get you
that close to a lion, do they?

I'm not sure if I consider
that a threat or a promise.

- I don't suppose they walk
straight up to you, Tom.

- Oh, that's something.

The trouble is I've
already been to Africa.

- No, you haven't.

- Yes, I have.

Only today.

Major Hamilton, the Midsomer magnate,

he still lives in Africa.

And it's not at all like
your brochures here.

It's less of your luxury lodges,

more your Heart Of Darkness.

- Don't be so silly.

I'm going to have a bath.

You read the brochure and
in return I'll clean up

the mess you left in the bathroom

without even mentioning it.

Almost without mentioning it.

- I always clean up.

(suspenseful music)

(birds screeching)

- Shut up!

Shut up!

(dramatic music)

Argh!

Ah!

Ah!

- He'll want his hot milk.

Mr. Darwin, what's happened?

- An accident.

Just an accident.

- We should call a doctor.

- No.

I'm alright.

There's nothing broken.

I just need to rest.

I'm going to bed.

- Perhaps we should help him.

- We better leave him.

We'll see how he is in the morning.

You know how he is if we fuss, dear.

- What about his milk?

- He'll call if he wants it.

Why don't we have a nice cup of cocoa?

- Oh, there you are.

- I see the years have not diminished

your powers of observation.

- Is it alright?

- Alright isn't quite the phrase

that first springs to mind,
but it's under control.

- Well, that's all that matters, really.

We haven't done all this for nothing.

- So, it's we now?

- It's always been we, George.

Always.

(bright music)

- Morning.

- Morning.

- Troy.

Well, that's better.

- You need to wear something practical

for this sort of thing.

- Well, there's only so many suits

a man can go through in a week.

Sadly, I'm gonna have to drag

you away from your rural liaison.

- What, now?

But I think we could really
be onto something here, sir.

- Constable Pearce,

you'll have to manage on your own.

I know a dead body is poor recompense

for the call of the wild,

but it's the best I can offer.

Come on.

- Parcel for you.

- I thought Mr. Darwin
might like some of these,

they're so pretty.

And if he's not feeling very well.

- I think he'd rather be
left on his own just now.

You know how he is.

Maybe we'll take them up later.

I'll put them in some water.

- Let me help.

- Oh, thanks.

- Where do you want it?

- Through there.

It just came.

I don't really know what to do with it.

- The label says with compliments,

the Edmonton Corporation.

What shall I do with it?

- See what's inside.

Maisie, I want to look
at the bathroom again.

You didn't clean the bathroom, did you?

- I didn't even come upstairs.

- Looking through the house,
I didn't get the impression

Mr. Shepherd was the
tidiest man in the world.

- He certainly wasn't.

- But he might have cleaned the bathroom,

though, mightn't he?

It looks a very thorough job to me.

Bleach, bath cleaner.

People do get fussy about the bathroom.

- Not Mr. Shepherd.

I don't think he ever
even wiped round the bath.

- What is it?

- It's a scooter.

- Your coffee's there, dear.

He is dead, then?

I suppose we ought to ask Dr. Robertshaw

to come and see him now.

- It doesn't rule out
an accident or suicide.

There's no evidence.

- Well, not yet, there isn't.

- And no motive.

But there are reasons why he
might have killed himself.

He was depressed.

He had family troubles, money troubles,

the usual old stuff.

- I see your encounter with nature

red in tooth and claw

hasn't made you more sensitive

to the human condition, Troy.

But in this case I don't believe

that the usual old stuff will do.

Either there was something
we don't know about

that pushed him over the edge.

- Or someone killed him.

- I need to know more.

- Chief Inspector Barnaby?

- Yep.

- James Robertshaw, GP.

Constable Angel said I'd find you here.

I've got a rather puzzling death.

I would guess the cause of death

will turn out to be internal bleeding.

- How long's he been dead?

- Give or take four or five hours.

- What are we talking
about with the bruising?

Some kind of accident?

Was he attacked?

- That's for a pathologist.

All I can say is that
whatever did happen to him

it almost certainly resulted in his death.

I'll leave you to it.

- Yes, thank you, Doctor.

- So, what have we got, sir?

- I don't know.

We're going to need a post-mortem.

You'd better get a key for this room.

We may need forensics in.

His name is Edward Darwin,
Clerk to the Council.

- I know him.

I didn't know his name.

I saw him with a man Sarah's
got under surveillance.

The egg man.

- The egg man?

- We knew he wasn't feeling very well.

I did knock on his door

and ask if there was anything he wanted.

He said there wasn't.

- How long was he in his room?

- Since yesterday evening.

- And he didn't come out
at all during that time?

- No.

We didn't think there was
anything very odd about that.

He was a very private person.

- Oh, let me help, Miss Macpherson.

- Thank you.

I thought you might like something to eat.

Just put it down here.

There.

I'll pour.

And you can help yourselves.

- That's very kind.

You shouldn't have put
yourself to all that trouble.

- Oh, I know you don't eat
properly when you're working.

Mr. Darwin.

- He was a very private
man, Chief Inspector.

Tea, dear.

- Could you tell us something
about Mr. Darwin's friends?

- No.

No one ever came here.

- Never.

- Does the name Moorcroft,

Sean Moorcroft, mean anything to you?

- Cucumber?

Some ham?

- No.

No, thank you.

- He would have been
interested in birds' eggs,

as well, like Mr. Darwin.

- Well, Mr. Darwin was very
knowledgeable about birds.

And he was very proud of his eggs.

- But he didn't like
us to talk about that.

He said his collection was very valuable.

- I'm afraid it was also very
illegal, Miss Macpherson.

Still, that's not important now, is it?

I'll have to ask you
not to disturb anything

in Mr. Darwin's room, alright?

- Oh, yes.

That's quite alright.

Will you be taking him with you?

- I think we would prefer that.

(sombre music)

- It may do no harm to make some attempt

to behave a little more like
the grieving widow, sis.

- I've done my grieving, Naomi.

Alzheimer's took Charles'
spirit away from his body

a long time before he died.

And what was left had very little

to do with the man that I married.

- Except financially.

- I don't know why you've
always had a problem

with the fact I didn't only
marry Charles for his money.

And you stand to do very
nicely out of it, too,

so don't overdo the snide remarks.

(knock on door)

Yes?

- The undertakers are here.

- Good.

Can they do the funeral tomorrow?

- Yes, it can be done.

- Good.

Ask them to come in.

- Morning, Sarge.

- Oh, you're here.

Great.

Have you got the info on Moorcroft?

- Yes, two addresses.

A family in Reading

and his girlfriend's flat in Staines.

He spends his time between the two.

But I spoke to Berkshire
and the Toyota's at his now,

so I guess he's there.

They could pull him in any time.

- I'd rather do it myself.

See his reactions, get
a look at his house.

I'll contact Thames Valley en route.

They'll probably want to give us

a couple of uniforms for backup.

- Oh, you won't need that, Sarge.

- Course not.

Just routine.

What's he like on violence?

- Depends what he's had to drink.

He's well up for some
aggro with a skinful,

but sober discretion has a better part.

- Bit early for the pub.

Doesn't look like he's up yet.

What's round the back?

- Just open fields.

- You do the front.

You come with me.

(knocking on door)

Mr. Moorcroft!

I'm glad we caught you.

- Argh!

Alright!

No need to break my arm over birds' eggs.

- Constable Pearce can deal with the eggs.

I want to talk to you about Eddie Darwin.

- I don't know any Eddie Darwin.

- You certainly do, Mr. Moorcroft.

Or did.

In fact, you were one of the

last people to see Mr. Darwin alive.

- For God's sake, Bernard,
the man's just died.

I've no idea what's happening.

- You read the paper.

He's bloody bankrupt!

- You know we got bloody
scooters sent to us.

What kind of a joke is that?

What's that got to do with
launching the project?

- As soon as I know
more I'll let you know.

The truth is I'm as much
in the dark as you are.

I had a drink with him.

He went his way, I went mine.

- You talked about bird-spotting.

- [Moorcroft] That's right.

- I suppose you know Mr.
Darwin collected birds' eggs.

- I didn't.

Naughty man, eh?

It's against the law, that.

- Mr. Moorcroft, an examination

of your car has revealed two things.

The first is blood.

Stains on the carpet,
front passenger side.

Some attempt has been made

to wash the stains out very recently.

- Well, it's probably mine.

I lead an outdoor life.

I'm forever knocking myself about.

I never think about a bit of blood.

- Two convictions for
assault seem to confirm that.

Although, the blood you don't think about

usually belongs to someone else.

- That was a long time ago.

- But not so long ago you were fined

for trading in birds' eggs and wild birds.

And this was also found in your car.

- A feather.

Big deal.

- A peregrine feather?

- Like I said, I'm an outdoor guy.

I get plenty of shite on my shoes.

- This is another piece
of peregrine feather.

It was in the pocket of clothes
Edward Darwin was wearing

when he was hit by a vehicle.

We will be able to find out

whether these two feathers
came from the same bird.

And if the blood in your
car came from Mr. Darwin,

we'll also be able to establish that.

It would be a lot easier if you

told us what happened that night.

- Brodie, Brodie.

Good girl.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Oh, good.

Is it all finished?

- It's all done.

Yes.

The last one went through.

You're home and dry.

- Good.

Good girl.

- The deal was Darwin
would steal fertile eggs.

Moorcroft had a buyer.

If he got enough he'd get this osprey egg.

- But he was definitely
up at the hall last night?

- Moorcroft met him in the pub then

dropped him by the wall round the estate.

They met in the pub
car park an hour later.

- And the eggs?

- No, Darwin said something spooked him.

He didn't get near the birds.

Moorcroft dropped him
back at the Macpherson's.

- What sort of state was he in?

- He told Moorcroft he'd
fallen off the wall.

He'd torn his clothes, hurt himself,

he just wanted to get home.

That's what Moorcroft said.

- Do you believe him?

- Yeah.

Moorcroft's scared rigid at the moment.

Whatever happened to Eddie Darwin,

he's telling what he knows.

- Good girl, good girl.

Come on, Brodie.

Come on, Brodie.

Come on, Brodie.

Good girl.

Come on.

You could have chosen a
better time, Mr. Barnaby.

I'd normally take any attempt

to steal eggs very seriously indeed

but with my husband's funeral to organise

it isn't exactly at the top
of my list of priorities.

- I won't intrude on your
time more then necessary.

I'm very sorry to hear about your husband.

- Yes.

I'm not quite sure what it is
you're expecting to achieve.

I've already told you.

The birds were not disturbed

and no eggs were stolen
from the incubator.

And whilst I do take considerable pride

in communicating with
my falcons and my hawks,

I doubt whether anybody would

get very far by interrogating them.

Good, right.

So, there are the beds.

- Mrs. Edmonton, I have
good reason to believe

that Eddie Darwin was in this building

the night he was involved in a
road accident, a hit-and-run.

That accident resulted in his death.

And I want to find out where
he was and what he was doing.

- Well, not only do my birds not talk,

but none of them, as far as I
know, has a driving licence.

So, if you will excuse me,

I have a lot of things
to be getting on with.

Thank you.

- If Eddie Darwin did get in here,

why didn't he take any eggs?

- Mrs. Edmonton flies these
birds all over the estate.

He could have picked
the feather up anywhere.

He lost his bottle, never did get in here.

- The feather was in
his pocket, wasn't it?

It's not impossible it got there when

he was climbing a tree or a wall.

But it wasn't just any feather, was it?

It was a feather left by a peregrine.

And Darwin was heading this
way to steal peregrine eggs.

- Ooh.

Not a sport for vegetarians.

(speaking foreign language)

- Hi.

How's it going?

Well, I've come to a conclusion.

It's not enough.

I mean, I want more money.

Yeah.

Yes, I don't think you're really

in a position to refuse, are you?

(singing in foreign language)

(sombre music)

- We're all waiting, Mallory.

- When somebody dies,

somebody the birds had respect for,

at some point you need to tell them.

- I think they probably know.

- Death matters to them, like life.

I suppose I should thank you.

- I don't expect thanks.

- What do you expect?

(sombre music)

- Hi.

- Hiya.

Is this alright?

I mean, have forensics finished?

- No, no.

I thought I'd come in here

and destroy all the evidence

and generally get in everyone's way.

- You spoke to the boss.

- Yeah.

And look at this.

Mr. Darwin was a very meticulous man.

Details of every egg he
bought, every egg he sold.

Addresses of the dealers.

I think if we put this together

with what I'm holding over Sean Moorcroft.

- For the osprey egg?

- You can help me threaten
more than that, can't you?

Obstructing the police,
that sort of thing?

- I've been having some horrid dreams.

- They'll go away.

It'll soon be over.

- No, it won't, Eleanor.

We've been very bad.

You know we have.

- Soon be finished.

I hope we won't be
troubling you much longer.

- We need to talk to Mr. Barnaby.

- I am the resurrection and
the life, saith the Lord.

He that believeth in
me, though he were dead,

yet shall he live.

And whosoever liveth and
believeth in me shall never die.

- We didn't know what had happened.

We knew he was hurt, of course.

He just went to bed.

I didn't like to interfere.

- Mr. Darwin never liked us to interfere.

He'd shout at us.

- [Barnaby] Is that why you
didn't call for a doctor?

- Well, he told us not to, you see?

- It was my decision, Mr. Barnaby.

Jane didn't have anything to do with it.

- Don't say that, Eleanor.

- Weren't you concerned?

- Not at first.

A little later on.

I went in to see him.

He was still dressed.

- [Barnaby] He was still conscious then?

- Oh, yes.

I helped him get his clothes
off and put his pyjamas on.

- You could see he was bruised.

- Yes.

There.

Goodnight, Mr. Darwin.

- We couldn't have any
idea how badly he was hurt.

Could we?

- He became delirious,
saying the strangest things.

- Could you make out
anything he was saying?

- Somewhere he was, a
place he'd run away from.

It frightened him.

- No, it was the body that frightened him,

the one in the freezer.

I think you'd popped out, dear.

It was where the birds were.

The birds were flying
and there was a freezer.

That's what he said.

And there was a man in it.

It was all nonsense.

- This all keeps coming back
to Casement Hall, doesn't it?

- The birds eggs and nest eggs

and now there's a cuckoo in
the freezer, a dead body.

- It was Charles Edmonton.

They're burying him today.

This morning.

- They're not burying him this morning,

they're cremating him this morning.

Round about now.

- We did the right thing.

At least it's all over and done with.

- I'm sure it is, dear.

(dramatic music)

- In sure and certain hope

of the resurrection to eternal life

through our Lord Jesus Christ,

we shall change our vile body that it may

be like unto his glorious body.

According to the mighty
working whereby he is able

to subdue all things to himself.

(dramatic music)

I heard a voice from
heaven saying unto me.

- Stop this now.

- Charles was a great
man, people trusted him.

He invented a way of packaging milk

that halved production
costs round the world.

He'd invented a
prefabricated building system

that could put up a house in a week

right from the foundations

to running water and central heating.

- That doesn't tell me why his body

was in the deep freeze, Major.

- I was trying to explain who he was.

- Why he was being disposed
of so quickly and so secretly.

- Well, in the past few years

he's made mistakes, big mistakes.

I didn't realise that
when I first joined him

that he was very nearly bankrupt.

He was spending millions on development.

And he wasn't as well as he might be.

- In what way?

What was the matter with him?

- Alzheimer's.

By the time he was diagnosed he'd done

considerable damage to
his financial position.

And if it got out before Mallory

consolidated her own position.

- Is that a euphemism for fraud?

- Absolutely not.

- What was going to get out, Major?

A scooter.

I've seen one of those before.

- This was the project that
he'd been working on for years.

A great secret.

- Charles Edmonton invented a scooter?

- Basically.

Well, we had no idea.

There was a great deal of money at stake.

- Enough to kill for?

- No one got killed.

Charles Edmonton died of a heart attack.

I am merely the accountant,
Chief Inspector.

- Right.

Thank you, Major Hamilton, thank you.

The officer will see you back downstairs.

But for now you're to
have no communication

with Mrs. Edmonton or her sister, okay?

There'll be a lot more questions.

- I quite understand.

- Another one?

- Three people have died.

Julian Shepherd wanted to take money

out of this mad project and couldn't.

A man who broke into Casement Hall

and saw the body of Charles
Edmonton in the freezer.

- Darwin.

- Darwin knew.

Someone knew Darwin had seen that body.

And somebody wanted to shut him up.

Because Mrs. Mallory Edmonton
wanted another couple of days

to defraud the investors and shareholders.

- But Darwin got away.

- Yeah.

Well, at least that begins to make sense.

But what about the funeral?

There really is a death
certificate, isn't there?

- All in order.

Except the doctor who
signed the certificate

is one Naomi Sinclair,
Edmonton's sister-in-law.

She's downstairs now.

Hotfoot from the crematorium.

Let's get them all into
the nick for questioning.

It's time they found out
the privileges are over.

- I have nothing to say, Chief Inspector,

until my solicitor arrives

and as he's travelling from London

that could be rather a long time.

This is absolutely pointless.

- You refuse to answer?

- No.

I refuse to be questioned without

the legal representation
to which I am entitled.

That is not the same thing.

- Troy, could you take Mrs. Edmonton

down to the custody sergeant?

I'm sure he can find a cell for her.

- Well, I really don't need
to be locked up, Mr. Barnaby,

but whatever you wish.

I don't know what crime you're
intending to charge me with

but I do assure you a police cell

isn't going to intimidate me.

- It's got nothing to
do with intimidation.

You are a suspect in a
murder investigation.

- Oh, I see.

Oh, I see.

You think I murdered Charles.

Well, yes, yes, I can see why some

fairly stupid policeman might
have leapt to that conclusion.

You know I'd really credited
you with more intelligence.

Shall we go?

- I don't understand what
Mr. Shepherd has got to do

with my brother-in-law's death or me.

- But you knew what was
going on, didn't you?

The financial cover-up?

- All I knew was how much
trouble Mallory was in.

Charles had frittered away so much

before anyone realised
something was wrong.

I'm talking millions.

So, the answer was to lock
him up, keep him sedated?

- I treated him as I would treat

any patient with Alzheimer's.

- He died under your regime, Doctor.

- I treated him properly and discreetly.

- How do your medical ethics square

with keeping a body in a deep freeze

so you can put a false date
on a death certificate, then?

- I shouldn't have done that.

That was a mistake.

Mallory was panicking.

- How did Charles Edmonton die, Doctor?

- A heart attack.

The date may be false,
but it's a true diagnosis.

- Well, I hope it is for your sake.

- My client has answered all questions

which relate to her husband's death

and the circumstances
surrounding the funeral.

- That's just the beginning.

- Well, unless you which to charge

Mrs. Edmonton with something pertinent

to all these other areas of inquiry

it's not so much the beginning,

Chief Inspector, as the end.

Mrs. Edmonton told you,

she's never heard of this man, Darwin.

And as for Mr. Shepherd,

she met him on two or three occasions,

either in her husband's
company or Major Hamilton's.

You're on a fishing
expedition, Chief Inspector.

And you know as well as I
do that there's no reason

for my client to remain in
your keepnet any longer.

- Heart attack, that's what killed him.

- Could Edmonton's heart
attack have been induced?

- I doubt it.

He did have a pretty dicky ticker.

I wouldn't say she was
doing anything unusual.

She kept notes.

- So, it was natural causes, was it?

- I'm afraid so.

Unlike our friend in the river.

You were right.

- About what?

- It's on your desk.

I popped it in this morning.

I looked for the microorganisms

that should have been in the system.

They'd have entered his body

as soon as he went into the
river and took in water.

Not a trace.

- But he did drown?

- No question about that,

but Shepherd probably drowned in the bath.

Which would have made
it extremely difficult

for him to drive his car into the river.

- Or even to rinse his hair.

- Just off.

- No, Troy.

We're both off.

- But I was gonna go and see Sarah.

- No, I want you to get a SOCO unit

round to Shepherd's place right away.

They need to take that bathroom to pieces.

Then Casement Hall, the Hamiltons,

and Naomi Sinclair's, too.

- What am I looking for?

- Anything that ties in to
Shepherd on the night he died.

I am going to talk to
Eleanor and Jane Macpherson.

- You think they know something?

- I know they didn't tell me the truth.

- John, get straight
upstairs to the bathroom.

Take it apart inch by inch.

You lot, downstairs.

- Those are the two account numbers.

I just need to find out
how much is in each.

Yes, the password is Phophonyane.

P-H-O-P-H-O-N-Y-A-N-E.

How much?

And when was that
transferred to South Africa?

I just need to check that

the bank here sent the right amount.

Thank you so much for your help.

- Well, I hope this will
all be over very soon.

And when it is I hope I never have

to set eyes on you again in my life.

- I told myself he'd be alright.

I told myself we'd call a doctor

if he wasn't better in the morning.

- We both said that.

- But I knew I wouldn't, Chief Inspector.

What I really thought deep inside was that

he would go to sleep quietly

and painlessly and he wouldn't wake up.

And our lives would be as
they were before he came.

We'd be free of him!

He took our house, he took our money,

he made us his servants.

We were terrified of him, you see?

But we couldn't say.

We were too frightened.

And too ashamed.

- Done.

And I hope that's that.

- A day in a police cell, George.

You must be pleased with yourself.

- Oh, come on now, old girl.

I did say the sea might get a bit choppy.

Well, we'll weather the storm.

They were here, too, the police.

They've searched the
house from top to bottom.

- What do you mean?

- Don't worry.

They didn't find your little hidey-hole.

Oh, I've always known where it was.

A plane ticket to Johannesburg.

And that's where most
of the money is already.

You're going back, aren't you?

- I was gonna tell you.

- Were you?

When you got there?

- I thought given time,

after I'd set up a
business, you'd come around.

And that's what I've done.

I've bought a lodge,
a really classy lodge.

No, it's not gonna be like the last time.

Look, I can't stay here, Eileen.

You know that.

There's nothing here, nothing for me.

- Nothing for you?

I have lived with nothing for
the best years of my life.

A place I loathed, people I loathed.

I loathed you, too!

I gave up what I wanted then.

You had to do the same
for me when you retired.

- I can't stay here!

I'm suffocating!

- You think I'm going to
let you walk out on me now?

- Well, you're not gonna stop me.

Not now.

- I'll stop you.

Whatever it takes to do
it, I'll stop you, George.

(tense music)

- A pint, please.

(tense music)

- Vernon, sit down and finish your drink.

(tense music)

- Off already, Major?

Don't you want a drink with
your old business associates?

- Leave it alone.

- Nothing to say, Major?

- Look, I'm sorry that this happened.

A lot of people lost money.

I wish it could have been otherwise.

- You knew, you bastard!

- There's no point, Vernon!

- Say you knew it, Hamilton.

Admit it.

All crap, just like you.

I mean, what do we really know about you?

Tell us exactly what regiment
you belong to, Major Hamilton?

Or is that crap, too?

- It was a high-risk investment.

You thought you'd make a lot of money

by sitting on your
arses and doing nothing.

Well, look on it as a lesson.

At least you walk away with something.

- Oh, I walked away with something!

(tense music)

- [Barnaby] When did you find him?

- This morning, first thing.

I called the police straightaway.

No point in calling the doctor.

- You saw nothing last night?

- I went to bed.

I didn't know where he was.

I didn't care.

- You didn't hear him come in?

- When I saw him this morning

the first thing I felt was relief.

I thought, It's over.

It's finally over.

- You smashed his belongings,

you dragged the contents of
his room into the garden,

you set fire to the lot of it,

you went to bed, you say.

Meanwhile, Major Hamilton was killed

and his body thrown onto the
fire which you'd just lit.

- He wasn't a major, you know?

He was a sergeant in the Pay Corps.

All those years in Africa,
that's all he ever was, a clerk.

- Why were you so angry
yesterday, Mrs. Hamilton?

What happened?

- He was going back.

After everything he
said he was going back.

And he was going to take everything.

All the money we had.

All the money he promised we'd have.

- This is a lot of money.

- I don't know where they stashed it.

But George knew about these things.

The creditors won't see a penny.

- You thought it was a good idea, did you,

for him to be involved in fraud?

- Why not?

What did anyone ever give me
for leading an honest life?

George was lying to me.

He was going to take every
penny and go back to Africa.

- So, you had to stop him.

- I didn't kill him.

If I'd had the guts to kill him

I'd have done it years ago.

Still someone stopped him.

I can't say I'm sorry.

But it wasn't me.

She must have done it.

- You think Mrs. Edmonton killed him?

- Mallory?

Of course not.

She believed George was
getting some money out for her.

Though she was never
going to see half of it.

No.

It was her sister, Dr. Sinclair.

- Mallory!

Where are you, Mallory?

- Sir.

You better see this.

We didn't know Naomi had another car.

The grey wouldn't be a bad match

for the paint on Darwin's coat.

- Finally, some evidence.

- Reason to believe evidence

material to a murder investigation

is about to be destroyed, sir?

- No, Troy.

Just breaking in.

Neighbours said she left
about half an hour ago.

Came in, then drove straight off again.

- Surgery?

- No, uniforms are there now.

- [Mallory] Don't ignore me, Naomi.

Naomi!

It's George now, isn't it?

I've pushed it out of my mind before.

Julian Shepherd.

I mean, I couldn't believe that.

But I know and I have to
know how Charles died.

The police will be here, Naomi.

And how can I lie about
the things that I know?

(dramatic music)

- All very mysterious.

I pushed it out of my mind, but I know.

- Did you really think
that I wouldn't, Naomi?

- No one can prove anything.

- I see.

Now that Major Hamilton is
dead, no one can prove anything?

- I hear that.

- Do you hear yourself, Naomi?

People have died!

Major Hamilton, Julian Shepherd,

that man who broke in here
just to steal some eggs.

- I thought you'd approve of that one.

- All those little chats with the Major

when you should have been
looking after Charles.

You didn't even like the man!

- I didn't have to.

We just wanted more than a
few crumbs from your table.

- Did you kill Charles?

- Oh, you're not telling
me you really cared?

- You never understood, did you?

I wanted to protect the man
he'd been, the man I loved!

It was never just about money!

- A pretty speech, Mallory.

You could always afford
the prettiest things.

- Is there anything about
my life you don't resent?

- I don't care about your life.

I've got the money to live my own now.

Oh, that's a turn-up.

I never thought I'd see the day

when you were afraid
of your little sister.

But what I need now is for you
to disappear, as well as me.

You see, you're going to be

the main suspect in several murders.

I don't dislike that.

And if you're never seen again everybody

will always believe that
you got away with it,

the murders and the money.

Very neat.

- Sorry, Naomi.

I can't do that.

- You're going to betray your only sister?

That's not nice.

No.

When I said disappear
I didn't mean a flight

to foreign shores and a new name.

It's too late for that.

It's the only way now.

- What are you doing?

What are you doing?

- Sorry.

(bird screeching)

- No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

- You take the house.

Troy.

- Any news on the car?

- Oh, yes.

Darwin's blood, threads from
his clothes and I got this.

- Hi, Sarge.

Sir.

- Hiya.

- I owe you a drink sometime.

You know, Moorcroft was so afraid

of what he got involved in,

he's delivered his whole network.

- Right.

Great.

Well, I don't know when.

I get off about.

But it depends what's happening.

- Oi.

You can get off about now.

- Oh, right.

Cool.

- Cool?

- I mean, thank you, sir.

- Okay.

There we go, my lovely.

Okay.

Is this an arrest?

- No.

No, it's not.

But I guess you'll have to
face a court at some point.

- How is my sister?

- Well, let's just say she's not

being as cooperative as you are.

- No.

But however much I help with the money

I'm not going to testify against her.

I can't do that, I won't.

I really did have no idea.

I'm just gonna say goodbye.

- To the birds?

- I don't think I'll ever feel free again.

But they can be.

I wish that we could all just
fly away when the time comes.

(sombre music)

- I don't know what it's like.

I've never even seen it
in the supermarket before.

I thought it would set
the right sort of mood.

It's not bad.

- No, it's very good.

What is it?

- Ostrich.

- I thought you wanted to see
the animals, not eat them.

- I do.

But it was the only thing I
could find that was African.

Well, I say African.

The ostrich farm was
just outside Cheltenham.

The wine is South African.

Cheers.

- Joyce, what have you done?

- Since you were never going

to look seriously at the brochures

I took the dates and Cully did it.

We're booked.

We're going to Botswana in April.

Here's to our holiday.

- Joyce.

It looks as if these people

are sitting on top of an elephant.

- That's right.

It's an elephant-back safari.

Won't it be wonderful?

Cheers.

(suspenseful music)