All language subtitles for Midsomer.Murders.S23E03.720p.WEBRip.x264

Happy Midsummer's Eveeveryone!

And welcome back
to Larkton's Mill.

Chrissie and I thought it was
about time for a catch up.

The old Mill is finally
back up and running

with the addition of
a state of the art water turbine

making us fully sustainable.

That means we can now make
our own 100% organic flour

with clean and renewable energy.

As you can see,
our waterside café is now open.

And so far
we've been overwhelmed

by your incredible support.

But we've got big plans
for much, much more,

Our live feed is buzzing

with requests to go
inside the bakery.

So, let's see
where the magic happens

Now it's time to meet
our incredible baking team.

We are so proud of
every one of them.

But none of this
would be possible

without the help
of our Head Miller Gabriel

and his talented apprentice
Clare.

And now we've got the newest
addition to the baking team.

- Say hello Ricky.
- Hiya.

Now when Ricky first came to us,

he'd never done any baking
and here he is,

mastering our signature organic
sourdough rolls.

It turns out, he's a natural!

- Now...
- Silas?

Have you seen this?

Ricky Naybury has stolen
from everyone in this village.

At least they We giving him
a chance, Den. Not many would.

'Cause he doesn't deserve it!

You know what Tom Larkton's
"big plans" are, don't you?

Bars. Lodges. Restaurants.

Our business is already
half dead

but that would just
finish us off.

Not that you seem to care.

I don't know what you expect me
to do about it, Den'

Something. For once!

Same again, Jack?

Yeah, we need
to escalate our plans.

Spread the word.

[pensive music

[music intensifies]

[Music intensifies]

[music grows louder

Do you think
we should call the police?

No. That's what they want.
We'll just hold our nerve.

I didn't think anyone hated us
this much.

I grew up here, they know me.

Hey, this is just some crank
trying to freak us out.

And we are not going
to let that happen, okay?

Tonight's our chance
to show the village

that (herds room
enough for all of us.

Come here.

Now making your own starter
can seem complicated at first.

It is a scary mix of microbial
science and metaphysics.

But, I promise, it's worth it.
Follow us...

Turn it off, Ma'
Why torture yourself?

You have to know your enemy
to defeat him.

Our customers will come back
once the novelty wears off.

And if they don't?

Your father and I left Italy
with nothing.

We worked our fingers to
the bone to build this business.

Times change Ma.

So, we just give in?
Is that your answer?

Michael was a fighter.

He would have known exactly
what to do.

[pensive music

What are you doing here, sir.
I thought you were on leave?

Oh, Sarah has an old school
friend coming to stay.

Let's just say we've never
really hit it off.

Why, what's the problem?

Well, she's lived
in California far loo long.

You know, always on a mission

to convert you
to the latest fad.

Last time it was eating raw.

The worst week of my life.

Well, I look forward
to meeting her.

Oh, she'll love you, Winter.

She only dates toy boys.

Age is just a number, sir.

Hmm, I'll bear that in mind.

You've just got to turn it on,
sir.

Clare!

I need more rye, mixed seeds

and pastry flour.
Quick as you can please.

Sorry to interrupt,
got a last minute request

for this week's Masterclass
from a Sophie Rendle.

Wonders if she could have
a quick chat.

- And see if ifs for her?
- I don't have time.

I've got this second bake
to do for the party.

If she's keen,
we can squeeze her in.

How was the response
to that video?

All positive.

Apart from one anonymous post

that claims we're lying
about being 100% organic.

They claim Herons Farm uses
pesticides.

That their info comes from an
official source

and that they can prove it.

But Nathan would never do that...

Ricky! Can you take over here,
please!

I'll be as quick as I can!

Tom!

Why didn't you tell me?

You've been so ill, dad
and I had to make a decision.

How did the D.A.F find out?

I've no idea. We'll be fine.
Trust me.

Tom?

Are you using pesticides
under the radar?

- Yes or no?
- No.

Then why am I hearing
that you are?

We've had crop contamination
in the past.

Worked out it came
from the verges.

It was just damage limitation.

I cannot believe this.

None of the grain you've had
from us has been sprayed.

So, you don't have to worry.
There's no harm done.

"No harm done?" Are you serious?

It won't happen again, Tom.
You have our word.

No! It won't.

Tom!

Tom. Tom!

Don't do this! Please!
We really need this contract!

I'm sorry, Nathan.
You've left me no choice.

Tom, come on. Tom!

[pensive music

Look, I know that Nathan
was an old friend of yours

but he admitted that
he's been using pesticides.

He gave me no choice,
I had to cancel that contract.

Chrissie?

There's more,
they're all anonymous.

And they're all aimed at me.

Sir, just had a rather unusual
request from on high.

Have you heard of
Tom and Chrissie Larkton?

- Celebrities in baking world.
- No. Should I have?

They've restored the old Water
Mill in Lower Blissingham

and it's attracting a lot of
visitors.

But the locals aren't very happy
about it.

Well, surely their success
benefits everyone?

Where are the complaints
coming from?

Businesses in the village
are losing serious money.

Denise Bantrig, the Landlady
of The Highwaymen Inn,

is leading a protest.

She has my sympathy,

Is hardly our remit.

I agree, but it does seem
to be escalating.

Chrissie Lemon's receiving
what she and her husband

believe to be credible death
threats.

Both online and this is a first,

concealed in a cake.

What will it be next,
booby trapped baguettes?

It's actually pretty sinister.

There was a layer of pig's blood
hidden under the icing

and when Mrs. Larkton out into
the cake

she found the word CURSED baked
into the sponge.

Well, I agree it's macabre
but what would the charge be?

Assault and Battenburg?

Try to take it seriously, sir.

Due to the Larktons'
high profile nature,

the powers that be want us
to check it out.

Maybe I should've stayed
on leave after all.

It was the cake
that really got to me.

The lengths they'd gone to.

Any idea how it got there?

We've been very busy today.
It could have been anyone.

Didn't seem busy
when we drove past?

Well, we closed early
for a private event.

A Midsummer's Eve party
for everyone in the village.

We're hoping to build some
bridges with our neighbours.

I've known many of them
since I was a child.

Oh, you grew up here?

The Mill's been in my family
since 1821.

After my mother died, my father
carried on as long as he could,

but there was no interest
in organic flour back then

and he couldn't compete
with the factory mills.

I understand the word "cursed"
was used in the cake.

Does that mean anything to you?

The Mill's been the scene of
several tragic deaths

over the years,
including my mother's.

Locals think it's down
to some ancient curse.

Maybe they're right.

That must've been very hard
for you and your father.

After a while he lost the will
to carry on.

Moth-balled the Mill and lived
as a recluse until he died.

And that's when you decided
to take it on?

It was a way of...

making my parents' dream
a reality.

And now the demand
for organic flour

far outstrips the supply
so it made sound business sense.

So, what happens now?

I'm afraid there's very little
we can do

unless an actual crime
has been committed.

But you did the right
thing informing the police.

Our new book comes out this week

so we'd appreciate it
if it could be handled

with some discretion to avoid
any negative press.

Of course.

Where have you been?

I had to cover for you to Tom.

Thanks, babe. I owe you. Oh!

I bought you this.

Clare! I asked you for mixed
seeds! Where are they?

Oh er, the jar was empty.

- I couldn't find Gabriel.
- Not my problem.

I need them. Now!

Ricky!

Without this contract
we're finished.

- You have to talk to Tom.
- Nathan...

You know how ill dad is,
you can't do this to him.

You made the decision to use
pesticides.

I'm sorry but my hands are tied.

We can't risk losing
our organic status.

But you're prepared to lose
our friendship?

I've always defended you
in the village.

Told them, "she's one of us,
Chrissie won't let us down."

But they were right
to see you as the enemy.

And you really don't want
to make enemies

of people round here.

[pensive music

Midsummer's Eve
has been celebrated

at the Mill for over 300 years.

A tradition we can't wait
to revive

with our village neighbours.

We have \aid on
a fully organic buffet.

Now you can find all of these
recipes...

They're gonna have a long wait.

The Organic Baker...

No one's crossed the line.
Yeah!

It looks like we've done it
ladies and gents!

First drink on the house
for supporting the cause!

Johnny! Perfect timing!

Lovely to see you, Vanessa.

You're looking younger
than ever.

And you're looking awful.

Not surprising after
a day apprehending

jewel thieves and axe murderers.

Er, it's not a\ways quite like...

Do the honours, darling?
These nails cost a fortune.

I thought you didn't drink
anything but champagne?

Yes.

But ifs a bio dynamic sparkling

from a local producer
who has a holistic approach

to the whole vineyard ecosystem.

You'll have to drink a lot of
these to off-set your air miles.

Every little helps, darling.

V's got a very exciting
itinerary

planned for us
over the next few days.

Yes I do, including supper

at a zero waste pop up near
Badger's Drift.

Oh, can't wait.

But I don't fancy playing
gooseberry

so I will need an escort.

Erm, I might know someone.

He's considerably younger,
some might say handsome.

Hmm, just how I like them.

We are going to have
so much fun!

[cork pOPSI

[pensive music

The press want to know
what's going on?

Well, isn't it obvious?
Nobody's coming.

We've got to stop them
reporting that.

I cut the live feed, said
we had a technical problem.

Ricky,
I want all the food dumped

and everything taken down! Now!

I told you to stop calling me.

Special Midsummer offer!

Filled rolls with any drink.
Only three quid!

Where are they from?

Never you mind.

We've got the pub full for once.

Might as well make
the most of it.

Maybe I'm not quite
as useless as you think.

[{male customer]
Denise, pint please!

Hm.

Chrissie.

Chrissie. Chrissie. Come here.

Chrissie, Chrissie, Come follow,
Chrissie.

Chrissie. Chrissie.

Chrissie.

Chrissie.

And finally

I'd like to thank you all
for coming

and to make a toast

to the Curse of Abbadon!

The Curse of Abbadon!

Oh!

No, no, no.

What's the matter?

- No, no.
- Den, what's the matter?

- No, no, no.
- Den?

Talk to me!

No, no!

Chrissie, Chrissie.

Chrissie, Chrissie.

Come here. Chrissie

Chrissie.

Stop! Chrissie!

- Where are you going?
- Chrissie!

Chrissie! Chrissie! Chrissie!

What's going on?

- Chrissie!
- Call an ambulance!

Oh, I thought I saw your car,
sir.

Are you okay?

A lime too much bio dynamic
wine last night.

Oh, Sarah's friend
has arrived then.

Yes, oh and she's insisting
on taking us out

to some shack in a field
where all the food is foraged.

Erm, she needs an escort
and I proposed you.

Well, we might need
an evening out

after the latest news
from the Mill.

It seems the party
didn't quite go as planned.

Fisticuffs over the focaccia?

No one turned up.

And there are reports of
what seem like poisoning.

Fleur's particularly concerned
about a batch of seeded rolls.

We're just waiting
on the tox report.

How bad was it?

Chrissie Larkton had
some sort of seizure

and had to be hospitalized.

And people were also taken ill
at The Highwaymen Inn.

Including Denise Bantrig.

I thought that was the hub
of the protest'?

It is, sir.

So, what exactly happened
to Chrissie Larkton?

Doctors put it down to some
kind of temporary psychosis.

Cause unknown.

Has your wife ever experienced
anything like this before?

She suffered some memory loss
when her mother died,

dissociative amnesia I think
they called it?

But nothing
since I've known her.

You're supposed to be in bed.

I'm fine now, Tom.

If you're sure you're up to it?

Can you tell me
what you remember, Mrs. Larkton?

Coming back here,
having something to eat.

Then I was at the edge
of the water.

She said a man lured her there,

but when we found her,
she was alone.

Some kind of illusion.

People were similarly affected
at The Highwayman Inn.

Do you supply them
with bread by any chance?

What do you think?

We wanted to teach them
a lesson.

They think they can click
their fingers

and we'll all come running and
everything will be tickety-boo.

Well, it's too late for that.

So, you decided to have

an alternative party
for the village?

That's right but we had
absolutely nothing to do

with what happened.

It has been very hot lately

and our cooling system
can be temperamental.

Maybe the beer was off.

That doesn't explain
why Mrs. Larkton suffered

the same hallucinogenic symptoms
at exactly the same time.

Well, I never touch beer

but the visions
took me over too.

It was awful.

There are some concerns

around a batch of seeded rolls
at the Mill.

Any chance any of them could
have made their way here?

Everything we served
was from our Norma\ supplier.

Nothing out of the ordinary
at all.

Except that we were robbed.

- What was taken?
- Our emergency cash tin.

They must've got
in the back door

while all this was going on.

Any CCTV?

Yeah, one camera
in the car park.

It's faulty, love. Got someone
coming to look at it.

Well, if you remember anything
of interest from that night,

then do get in touch. Thanks.

Thanks very much. Appreciate it.

There's nothing wrong
with that camera.

What on earth
have you been up to?

I was offered cheap rolls
so I took them in good faith.

Oh, from Ricky Naybury,
no doubt.

No wonder that cash is missing.

You kept going on about me
not taking action sol did.

And nearly killing me
in the process.

For a few measly quid!

I'll go after DS Winter.
Tell him the truth.

And have the whole village know
that you had a hand

in them going doolally?

So, what do you want me to do?

Sort Ricky Naybury out
once and for all!

I sent these to a forensic
botanist mate.

She informed me that the seeds
used in the sourdough rolls

were actually the ascomycete
fungus Claviceps purpurea.

Aka ergot.

The infection
replaces individual grains

with dark, hard ergots that get
mixed in with heat thy grain

during harvest and milling.

Symptoms?

Painful seizures, spasm,

hallucination, psychosis,

mania and delirium.

The ergot fungus contains a
number of highly poisonous

and psychoactive
alkaloids that can affect

the function
of the cerebral cortex.

Impacting higher level processes

such as perception and memory.

In what way?

Confusion.

Memory loss.

I've never even heard of ergot.

Oh, it was more of a problem
in the 17th century.

In fact, there's a school of
thought

that women accused of being
witches

were probably suffering from
ergotism.

These days stringent
quality checks...

make it extremely rare.

We need to talk to the Miller,
Gabriel Arnson.

Thank you, Fleur.

Yes, thank you, Fleur.

Denise?

You've got a nerve.

L-I heard about last night.

I just wanted to make sure
you're okay?

Like you care.
What do you really want?

To reassure you
that Tom and I want

to be your partners,
not your rivals.

You're going
a funny way about it.

Our aim is for us
to all work together,

just like it was
in the old days.

My parents...

counted you and Silas
as friends.

The difference is your parents
were decent,

community minded people,

and all you care about
is yourselves.

Hang the rest of us.

That's not true.

You're a fake, Chrissie Larkton.

Always were.

And no matter
what you say or do,

the curse will get you
in the end.

Now, get away from my pub!

Every sack is subject to
stringent quality control.

Ergot infected grain
would never get past me.

The heads are black.
Stand out a mile.

- What about the mixed seeds?
- Likewise.

They're hand sifted
and stored in airtight jars.

Could someone have tampered with
the jars without your knowledge?

Well, it's possible but I
personally supervise everything

that goes to the bakery.

Except for yesterday.

Well, Tom needed mixed seeds.

Came to fetch some
but the jar was empty.

He went mental.

He said I had to find some
or else.

And when I came back
the jar was full.

I thought you'd refilled it?

So, you took the jar
into the bakery.

I didn't want to upset Tom.

Tom can be a bit of bully
when he's under pressure.

Is he feeling the pressure now?

There are allegations online

that the Mill's claims
to be fully organic are untrue?

We had a problem with one of our
grain suppliers, Heron's Farm.

So, we cancelled the contract.

- When was this?
- Yesterday.

Oh... this is interesting.

When I spoke to Silas Bantrig,

he claimed that all the food
served last night

came from their usua\ suppliers,
delivered that morning

but Tech have just
sent this through.

Mr. Bantrig said that their CCTV
had a fault,

but a security camera on the
cottage opposite caught this.

Looks like Fleur might be right
after all.

Hmm. Isn't she always?

Hmm!

Mr. Larkton?
Could we have a word?

Natasha? Could you finish
the focaccia please?

How can I help you?

We think the rolls prepared
for the party

were deliberately contaminated
with ergot.

What about the pub?

Bread was delivered there after
the party was called off.

Do you recognise this person?

That could be anyone.

What happened
to all the party food?

It was dumped in the food waste.

Can we take a look?

Look, the bins are collected
every morning.

It'll be gone by now.

We understand you ended
a contract

with a supplier yesterday.

Heron's Farm. Why was that?

I found out they were using
pesticides.

Do you think they've got
something to do with this?

Hm!

Nathan! Nathan!

It was you, wasn't it?
Causing all this trouble?

- No. Course not.
- Don't lie to me, son!

Look, if you tell me
the truth...

we can face this together.

Got to finish cleaning the silo.

Store the grain due at the Mill.
Go back inside.

Okay.

Thanks.

Herons Farm have had issues

with ergot infections
in the past.

The D.A.F were tipped off
about recent pesticide use

by a member
of the Parish Council.

Did you get a name?

They wanted to remain anonymous.

[Music intensifies]

Help!

Help!

Help!

Yes, we had a problem
with ergot.

But that was before
the Larktons took over the Mill.

If you believed it had been
eradicated,

why use pesticides?

Nathan was worried
about the verges

so he sprayed them
to be on the safe side.

But I had no idea.

Help!

And what happened
to the infected crop?

Incinerated the lot.

So whatever went on last night
had nothing to do with us.

So, Nathan didn't go
to the Mill yesterday?

Not that I know of, but you can
ask him yourself.

He's cleaning the silo.

Thank you for your time,
Mr. Duncroft.

Help!

Help!

[Music fades]

Fleur said ergot is extremely
rare in this country.

What are you thinking, sir?

That the infestation
on this farm

has to be linked
to yesterday's poisoning.

And now this.

Mr. Duncroft. Sorry.

Erm, the door was bolted
from the outside.

Is there any other way out?

Is there any way that he
could've triggered it himself?

- From the inside?
- No.

- Accidentally?
- No.

You have to climb the external
\adder to release the grain.

So, this was no accident.

Can you think of anyone that'd
want your son dead Mr. Duncroft?

Ergot is used in certain erm,

unorthodox homeopathic
compounds.

People pay silly money, we
needed every penny we could get.

So, you didn't
incinerate the ergot,

instead you were selling it
illegally?

When Tom Larkton ended
our contract,

Nathan must've just lost it.

He, he wanted to damage them

as much as they'd damaged us,
he...

I know it was reckless, but...

he didn't want to kill anyone.

He was a good man.

A good son.

And he didn't deserve this.

Where's Ricky?

He's on his break. Why?

My keys went missing
from my jacket.

I went home to check
everything was okay,

found out I'd been broken into.

Well, it doesn't mean
it was Ricky.

Stuffs been going missing
ever since he arrived.

It's time to get real, Tom.
He's taking you for a fool!

I will compensate you for
everything that you've lost,

but please don't call
the police.

Too late. They're on their way.

I'm not protecting him anymore.
And neither should you!

Where have you been
all afternoon?

Went for a walk.

You should tell me
when you're going out.

I'm nearly forty years old.

Entitled to a life of my own.

The police are going
door to door.

Asking questions.
Looking for witnesses.

I wasn't even at the pub.

I know nothing about any of it.

It's not about that.
Nathan Duncroft is dead.

What was taken?

Some cash.

And a box belonging
to my grandfather.

There are other valuables
in the house

so, I think they must've been
disturbed.

What was in the box?

Erm, watches cuffiinks.

Anything distinctive about it?

His initials are on the top.

Any sign of forced entry.

No need, he stole my keys.

Ricky Naybury.

Professional thief, currently
out on license.

Tom's his sponsor, won't hear
a word against him.

But I reckon
he's in all sorts of trouble.

I saw him arguing
with Nathan Duncroft.

- When was this?
- Yesterday afternoon.

Are you suggesting he's involved
in Nathan's death somehow?

I'm just telling you what I saw.

Were there any other witnesses?

My apprentice, she was with him.

Clare Simkins.
She's infatuated with Ricky.

Did she say what the argument
was about?

She claims Nathan
was accusing Ricky

of being a traitor for working
for the Larktons.

But she'd say anything
to protect him.

Nathan Duncroft wanted to damage

the Larkton's reputation,
he didn't want to kill anyone.

So why would someone react in
such a brutal and violent way?

Hm...

The farm's in the middle of
nowhere

but there's direct access
via a footpath

between the mill and the farm.
The estates are adjoining.

Tom Larkton had motive,

Nathan Duncroft
poisoned his wife.

See what you can find out
about Larkton

and anyone else in the vicinity
of the mill and Herons Farm.

Well, I've already looked into
Ricky Naybury

who lives rent free in a cottage
on the Larkton's estate.

Giving him direct access
to Herons Farm.

According to Gabriel Arnson,

Ricky Naybury had an issue
with Nathan Duncroft.

He has a history of offending.
Robbery. Theft.

With a particular interest
in jewellery.

It seems he made
quite a career of it.

Did he now?

Can I help you?

I'm here for the Masterclass.

I booked Mill accommodation
for two nights?

I couldn't risk being late,
it's a long way from Chelsea.

It's Sophie, isn't it?
I'm Chrissie Larkton.

It's great to meet you.

This place looks amazing
on the vlog,

but it's even more beautiful
in real life.

Tom and I are very lucky.

I don't suppose I could
introduce myself

to him before the Masterclass?

He's a little busy
at the moment.

I'll show you the cottage.

Anywhere to grab a bite
to eat this evening?

The Highwayman Inn does
basic pub grub.

Probably best not to mention
you're staying here.

Erm, there's a few teething
troubles with the villagers.

I saw the posters.

As long as I can get a G&T,
I'll be happy.

And my lips are sealed.

A witness saw
you and Nathan Duncroft arguing

the day before he died.
What was it about?

Nathan fancied the girl
I've been seeing.

- Clare Simkins?
- That's right.

He wanted me to back off.

And I told him where to go.

She told Mr. Arnson
a different story.

That Nathan Duncroft was
accusing you

of being a traitor
to the village

by working for the Larktons?

Yeah, that too.

But ifs hardly a reason
to kill him, Is it?

Where were you
between 2:00 and 3:00

yesterday afternoon,
Mr. Naybury?

At home. With Clare.

Bit of...

afternoon delight.

Your cottage backs on to fields
belonging to Herons Farm.

Did you see anyone in the area
around that time'!

Yeah. Bobby Cignoni.

Maybe ifs him you should be
talking to.

You have multiple convictions
for theft, Mr. Naybury.

I'm a reformed character.

Can we show Mr. Naybury the pub
car park footage, DS Winter?

[pensive music

Recognise the person
in this film?

He seems to be wearing your cap.

Okay.

So, I lied about that...

erm...

but I don't regret it.

It seemed criminal
lo waste all that food

when there were businesses
in the village who could use it.

So, you see yourself
as a modern day Robin Hood?

Yeah.

Why not?

How was I to know
it were poisoned?

You'll just have to trust me,
Inspector.

Had a call from our landlord
about the lease renewal.

He told me they've been offered

a huge increase
from another party.

So, when I pushed him
on who it was.

- He told me Tom Larkton.
- It's not a done deal yet, Den.

He said he'd give us his final
decision in a couple of days.

We all know how this is
going to end

if we don't act now.

It'll be your cafe next, Maria.

Oh, Santa Maria Madonna, no!

And then there's little Chrissie
Larkton coming to me,

bold as brass, saying

"Oh, we just want
to be your friend."

I knew it was a wicked lie.

Just like her amnesia
back in the day.

Anything for a bit of drama
that one.

The Larktons have stirred up
the dark waters of Abbadon.

No one is safe.

Then there's Nathan.
Word is, it's murder.

I wouldn't put it past
Tom Larkton

wanting the farm as well.

You really think Tom Larktorfs
got it in him?

That man would do anything
to get what he wants.

Same again?

Footsteps approaching

I thought we were going out?

Well, V's been
treating me all day

and I felt so guilty
I offered to cook.

Or perhaps you didn't fancy
eating marinated nettles?

Well, yeah, that might've had
something to do with it.

I told Jamie to join us here.

Hurry up and change, darling!

Into what?

Don't look so worried.

Chinos, cashmere, loafers
you'll be fine.

I don't own any of those.

Well, I need to take you
to Milan, darling.

You're in desperate need of
a makeover.

Hm.

How long is she staying?

Well, there's-there's really
nothing to worry about.

Everything's sorted here, yeah.

Okay, great.

Okay, we'll talk then.

Who was that?

Jeff from the production company
about the pilot.

They heard about what happened
here last night.

How?

More poisonous posts
on the vlog.

Last thing we need
is the press to connect

what happened here
with Nathan's death.

We have to do whatever we can
to protect the brand.

Nathan was one of my oldest
friends!

I didn't even get to say
goodbye!

And all you seem to care about

is how it could damage
the business.

Okay, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to be-

I can't do this now.
I'm going to bed.

Your Masterclass guest called.
She's cold.

Need someone to light the fire
and everyone's gone home.

I'll go.

But can we talk when I'm back,
please?

Chrissie?

Maybe tomorrow.

It's so lovely
to meet an Englishman

that knows how to dress.

Poor Johnny here
doesn't have a clue.

More wine?

So, how long have you lived
in the States?

Oh, longer than I'd care
to admit.

Currently in the most amazing
house on Malibu beach.

Courtesy of a very bitter
ex-husband.

- Guests are always welcome.
- I might take you up on that.

Never been to California.

So how long are you here for?

A week. Possibly longer.

You can stay
as long as you like.

It's the very \east we can do.

How come?

Well, when my Aunt in Sydney
was dying,

I was desperate to be with her,
but I couldn't find a flight.

V found out
and pulled a few strings

and 24 hours later I was there.
Holding her hand.

Stop! It's only money, darling.

You've always been
unbelievably generous.

I mean, the spa today.

Masterclass with Tom Larkton
tomorrow.

Even though you've never shown
the slightest

interest in baking.

Yes, but Tom Larkton
is a pioneer

in the organic baking world.

And, he's very good looking.

Our current investigation has
connections to Larkton's Mill.

You might want to make
alternative plans.

Nonsense.

Makes it all the more exciting.

I'm very good at snooping,
Johnny.

In fact...

we could be your eyes and ears
on the ground.

I can liaise with Jamie

if there are any gory
developments.

If he'll give me his number?

Hello, Tom.

Lara?

What're you doing here?

You weren't answering my calls.

So, I reinvented myself
as Sophie

and booked into your class.

And now all you have to do
is make it worth my while.

I told you, this is over.

And as I've told you many times

I always get what I want.

Chrissie.

Chrissie, Chrissie.

Chrissie, Chrissie.

Chrissie. Chrissie.

Chrissie.

Chrissie.

Chrissie.

Thought you might need this
after last night.

Vanessa took
quite a shine to you.

Well, I've always fancied
being a kept man.

So did all her other conquests

now carelessly discarded
around the globe.

I'd stick to policing
if I were you. Any updates?

Yes. Erm, Bobby Cignoni has
agreed to meet me this morning.

And Tech traced the author of
the pesticides post.

Denise Bantrig.

It turns out she's Vice Chair of
the Parish Council.

Tom? Where were you last night?

I tried to find you.

Well, what you said,
about me not caring

that, that really got to me.

I just er, ended up
walking for hours.

I was so scared.

What happened?

The face at the window.
It came back.

But this time there was blood
on my hands.

None of this is real Chrissie,
okay?

The doctor says it will pass.
Come here.

It's so wonderful 10 see
such a happy couple

after so many years of marriage.

I hope Tom managed to light
your fire last night?

Oh yes, burnt brightly
for hours.

I haven't slept that well
in years. Great bed.

I'd better get organised.
The class won't run itself.

Can I get you a coffee
while you wait?

That would be great, Chrissie.
Thank you.

Hello! And welcome to today's
Baking Masterclass.

Organic sourdough for beginners.

And, of course, welcome to
everyone joining us online.

Now this unappetising looking
goop...

He's even better looking
in real life.

I thought it was
his eco credentials

that you were interested in?

Well, yes, that

and his
perfectly sculptured arms.

I can't wait to see him
kneading dough, darling.

Oniine trolling is a criminal
of fence, Mrs Bantrig.

How did you know it was me?

Our team traced it
to this location

and discovered you are on
the Parish Council.

You abused your position to
bring down the Larktons.

But your actions had far more
serious consequences

at Herons Farm.

I was so angry.

- I didn't think it through.
- Angry about what?

The Larktons plans to put
us all out of business.

Someone had to do something.

But you've known
Chrissie Larkton all her life.

Knew her parents. How did
things go so badly wrong'?

John and Flora were
such good people.

Her accident devastated
this village.

Flora lost her footing when
the river was in spate.

She got crushed between
the wall and the mill wheel.

Chrissie claims she nearly
drowned trying to save her.

Got that traumatised,
she blocked it out.

Doctors gave it some fancy name.

- Dissociative amnesia?
- That's the one.

But I reckon she just couldn't
face the truth of it.

That she failed to
save her mother's life.

You must be a very skilled
baker to win all these prizes?

Yeah, I suppose I am.

Expert enough to bake
the cake that was sent

to Chrissie Larkton
telling her she was cursed?

I was desperate, Inspector.

I wanted them to feel
as scared as we do.

- But I went too far.
- What do you mean?

Nathan might still be alive if
I hadn't exposed him like that.

None of this was his fault.

The Duncrofts were struggling
like the rest of us.

I'd see Nathan every afternoon

trying to stay on
top of everything.

He was at the end of his tether.

Every afternoon? Why?

I rem one of their fields.
I keep a couple of horses.

Did you see him
the afternoon he died?

Yeah. But he didn't
have time to talk.

He seemed very angry
about something.

- And did you see anyone else?
- Bobby Cignoni.

In the woods, just
beyond the footpath.

But when he realised I'd
seen him, he vanished.

Hello?

[pensive music

The, er, the bread's
on the side.

I couldn't get as much as usual.
Too many prying eyes.

I can't pay you today,
Ricky. I'm sorry.

No worries.
You better shift that.

I'll, er, add it to your tab.

DS Winter. Causton police.

Your son agreed to meet me here.

I'm not his keeper.
He's 40 years old.

As he keeps telling me.

Do you know where he was
yesterday afternoon?

Here. Until about 2ish.
He likes to walk.

Where? I have no idea.
He tells me nothing.

- Oh, you support the protest?
- Why wouldn't I?

I'm a proud Italian. We don't
go down without a fight.

And the Larktons
will be defeated

by the curse in the end.

Just like everybody else who
lived in that dreadful place.

Changing the name
won't help them.

What do you mean?

It was always known
as Abbadon mill.

From the book of Revelation.
A place of destruction.

The underworld of lost souls.

My son drowned there.

Bobby's younger brother,
my wonderful Michael!

Bobby was supposed
to look after him.

- But he didn't.
- But it was an accident?

An accident that would
never have happened

if Bobby hadn't left my
poor Michael all alone.

So, I'll tilt the bowl,

You can see we're just going

to wet our fingers a little bit,

we're going to grab from
the edge of the bowl, stretch.

Look at those biceps
flex, darling.

Concentrate. Or you'll get
us both in trouble.

This is going to give our loaf

much more structure and height.

Well, there's nothing
I'd like more.

Er, Tom, darling'! I'm not sure
I'm doing this right.

Maybe if you put your hands
over mine I'd get the idea.

Well, you could just watch
Sarah. She's doing it perfectly.

- Well done, Sarah.
- Thank you.

What about me, Tom?
How's my technique?

Oh, I think you
might have a rival.

So why is Bobby Cignoni
avoiding us?

Well, his mother confirmed
that he wasn't at home

at the time of the murder.

Denise Bantrig claims
she saw him

in the woods near the farm.

When he realised he'd been
seen, he disappeared.

Mrs. Cignoni said that
the mill had always been known

as Abbadon which,
according to the Bible,

means Place of Destruction,
Realm of The Dead.

She believes that ifs
cursed and that no one

that lives there can
ever escape it.

Maybe this case needs
a paranormal investigator

rather than a detective?

It could be a new
career for you, sir.

Okay, we've all got
our loaves out.

Let's take a look.

Mine's a disaster, darling.
Hasn't risen at all.

L-I think I need
some private lessons.

Well, practice makes perfect.

And don't get discouraged,
it can take years

to master sourdough.

Sarah's bake, however,
is perfection.

Let's take a look inside.

We've got this
lovely dark, crisp crust...

and inside, yeah, is
a tender, open crumb.

That's beautiful. I have to say
I'm very impressed, Sarah.

It's only bread.

Congratulations to everybody.
You all did amazingly.

But, this week,
the star pupil is Sarah Barnaby!

Come and get your trophy, Sarah.

You're always suited
to more basic tasks.

And if you fancy a change of
career, you just let me know.

Thank you.

Thanks for watching.

And if you've baked
along with us,

please upload a picture of what
you've made 10 our website

for a chance to win
a signed copy of my new book.

That's available
for pre-order now.

Obviously, you can
follow us on socials.

V, what is going on?

You were right, darling,
the artisan life

really isn't for me.
Or my nails.

I'm ready to leave if you are.

Actually, I think
I'm in need of a treat

after all that hard lab our.

I'm thinking of
checking into this

rather delicious
looking spa hotel.

- But we've got all your luggage.
- Oh, that's okay, darling.

I'll send a cab to get it.

You and Johnny can
have a date night.

Right, book now.

Done.

Ciao!

Well, where are you going now?

I'm going to ask Tom what he
thinks of the hotel restaurant.

And maybe I could
persuade him to join me.

Last night, that was a one off.

You don't call
the shots, Tom' I do.

When we first met, I was
a successful journalist

who agreed to build your
career. You were nothing.

I know and I appreciate that.

And now I've served
my purpose you want me gone?

I don't take kindly
to being used.

Lara...

I recorded some interesting
things in the pub last night.

How much people in
the village hate you.

How they believe
you're connected

to the murder at the farm.

That's ridiculous.

Is it?

Word is, ifs a murder!

You really think
Tom Larkton's got it in him?

That man would do
anything to get what he wants.

True or not, make a great story.

I could sell it to anyone.

Oh, sorry to interrupt.

- Erm, Tom, quick question.
- How can I help?

Oh, over here, darling.

We have to be
very, very careful.

- They might hear us.
- Who are they?

Uh, Tom Larkton and his
friend Sophie or is it Lara?

That's why I called you.

Now, clearly, she's some
sort of double agent.

Claims the villagers all think
that Tom's the murderer.

And if he doesn't
do what she wants,

she'll shop him to the press.

And what does she
want him to do?

Well, I'm not a 100% sure.

But I get the impression, that
they're more than just friends.

Sir. Yeah, I'm, erm,
ten minutes away.

- Yeah, leaving now.
- Do you have to go, darling?

Surely my information
deserves some sort of reward?

I'll, erm, I'll call you.
I'll-I'll call you.

Okay.

Bobby?

Bobby?

Suspenseful music

Bobby.

Um...

Nathan was my friend.

Nathan was my
friend and my lover.

But we had to be discreet.

Erm, we had a shepherds hut
deep in the woods.

I was waiting for Nathan when
I saw Denise watching me.

I went straight to the hut
but Nathan never arrived.

And today?

I was clearing away
all our things.

In case anyone found them.

Why all the cloak and dagger?

My mother's disappointed
enough in me already.

Holds me responsible
for my brother's death.

Nathan felt his clad would
have struggled to accept it.

It just seemed easier.

Did you know what
Nathan was planning?

The ergot wasn't his idea.

It was mine.

I was just so angry
with the Larkions,

what they'd done to him.

I wanted them to feel his pain

so I planted the seeds
at the mill.

Nathan knew nothing about it.

And when you were
waiting for Nathan,

did you see anyone else?

No.

But if I'd stayed...

I could've saved him.

I'll never forgive myself.

So, Vanessa's call wasn't
a ploy to get you

to drive her to her hotel?

She actually had some
potentially useful information.

One of the Masterclass
attendees, Sophie Rendle,

is a London journalist
called Lara Milton.

And Tom Larkton is aware
of her real identity.

- How?
- Well, Vanessa didn't know.

Lara Milton said she
had witnessed locals

accusing him of being
our killer.

And was threatening to
expose him to the press.

If he doesn't do what?
And why the alias?

I'll do some more digging.

So... what's your decision?

I've been lying 10 myself.
I love you, Lara.

I'm not sure you
could love anyone,

but I'll give you
the benefit of the doubt.

But we'll have to take it slow.

Just because I can't afford
a scandal right now.

Just don't keep me
waiting too long.

Oh, who's been
a naughty boy then, eh?

What would Chrissie say?

And the press.

They'd have an
absolute field day.

Ricky, I gave you a chance.

I lied for you when
the police showed me the CCTV.

I had your back when
no one else did.

And I'll have yours.
But it'll cost you.

What did you find out about
Michael Cignoni's death?

He drowned at the mill.
20 years ago.

Blood matching his was found
on a rock near the edge.

It was assumed that he
slipped and hit his head.

He couldn't swim and there were

high levels of alcohol
in his Mood.

His mother never recovered.

[phone chimes

[police chatter over radio

It seems like the curse
has struck again, sir.

Time of death
between 11 p.m. and 2 a.m.

No phone. No wallet.

- Who called it in?
- Gabriel Arnson.

But it was Clare Simkins
who was first at the scene.

She found him dead here at
the bottom of the stairs.

But on initial examination
I'd say he died

from a severe crush injury.

So, the fall down
the stairs was staged?

According to his injuries.

Something extremely heavy
dropped on him from above.

Like a sack of grain?

My thoughts precisely.

There's evidence of blood
in the area

directly beneath the trap doors.

But not a trace of the sack.

Whoever did this, tried
to cover their tracks.

So, what was he doing here
at that time of night'?

Had he arrange to meet
someone and if so why?

We need to talk
to Clare Simkins.

Ricky wasn't a saint.
I knew that but...

He didn't deserve this.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Erm, yesterday afternoon
when I left work.

Erm, told me he
had things to do.

Said I should wait
for him at home.

He never arrived.

I started getting worried.

And what did you do?

I, erm... I came back here.

I couldn't find him anywhere.

Did you see anyone else?

Only Tom. Erm, in the lane.

Must've been about 9:30.

When you arrived for
work this morning,

did you notice anything unusual?

Erm... the door was unlocked.

The mill's always
locked overnight.

Ricky was seen arguing with
Nathan Duncroft

the day before his murder
and said that it was about you.

Ne, em...“ was about Ms.

When we passed Nathan
on the path, erm...

he said he recognised it.

Claimed that it belonged
to his late mother.

They'd had a break-in and Nathan

said that it must've been Ricky.

He wouldn't do that.

He bought this necklace for me.

He said so. He-..he loved me.

We'll get someone
to drive you home.

Who else has a key to
the mill'? Apart from you?

Er, the Larktons.
Clare. That's it.

You were no friend of
Ricky Naybury's, Mr. Amson,

you said he broke into
your cottage two days ago.

I just wanted him to return
my Grandfather's box.

I knew he had it.

Tom wouldn't listen, didn't
want to know the truth.

- What do you mean?
- Tom had a rough start in life.

Got himself into trouble.

A mentor turned his life around
and he wanted to do

the same thing for Ricky. But
he wasn't interested in reform.

And why not tell us this before?

Tom's my friend,
I knew he didn't want

people knowing about his past.

Where were you between
11 and 2 a.m., Mr. Arnson?

In bed, like every other night.
Millers have an early start.

Suspenseful music

Gabriel Arnson has
no alibi, knows the workings

of the mill and has access.

As do the Larktons.

But Tom Larkion worked
hard to protect

his protégé, so why kill him?

Well, according
to Gabriel Arnson,

Ricky consistently
betrayed Tom's trust.

Maybe he found out?

Let's do a deeper
dive into Tom Larkton,

see if we're missing anything.

Everything alright, Den?

The landlord's agreed to sign
the lease over to Tom Larkton.

Three months and
we're out of here.

If you'd done something
when I'd asked you to!

I'm sorry, Den.

Well, at least
Ricky Naybury's dead,

that got you off the hook.
Unless you killed him.

But even you wouldn't
be that stupid.

I'll put things right, Den.

- I promise you.
- It's too late for that now.

I know what it's like to be
abandoned, for nobody to believe

in you and that is why I wanted
to give Ricky a second chance.

According to Gabriel Arnson,
he betrayed your trust.

- On several occasions.
- I have no proof of that.

Where were you
yesterday evening?

I was at home.
We, we both were.

Clare Simkins said that
she saw you in the lane.

Sometime between
9:30 and 10:00.

She can't have done.
We had dinner at 9:00.

Went to bed around 10:30.

Slept through until
we heard Clare's screams.

Well, thank you for your time.

If you remember anything else,

please let us know.

But you weren't at
home, were you, Torn?

Where were you?

Clare Simkins seemed pretty sure
that she'd seen Tom Larkton.

Which means Chrissie Larkton

just lied to
protect her husband.

We've got officers searching
Ricky Naybury's cottage now,

that might throw
up some answers.

But first let's see
what Lara Milton

has to say for herself.

Find out why she's here
under a false name.

I'd been commissioned to
do a piece on the mill.

Thought I'd get a more
realistic impression

if I went undercover.

So, you're saying
that the Larktons

had no idea who you were?

Wouldn't be much point
if they did, would there?

We know that's not
the case, Miss Milton.

A witness saw you
with Tom Larkton,

said it was clear you had a
shared history of some kind.

Okay, so we were on the same
circuit back in the day.

Vague acquaintances at best.

But if my editor knew
that she'd have put

someone else on the piece.

Can anyone confirm your
whereabouts last night'?

I was here. Alone.

Did you see or hear
anything unusual?

Actually, there was something.

When I went to close
my bedroom curtains

the exterior fight
had been triggered.

- What time was this?
- Around 1 a.m.

I thought it was a fox but
then I saw what looked like

a mobile phone being
hurled into the pond.

I could see the light
on the screen.

- Did you see who threw it?
- Afraid not.

Sorry I can't be more helpful.

- Anything?
- Not yet, sir.

Okay, thanks.

We've got divers on
their way to the mill.

Hopefully they'll
find that phone.

Sir!

Maybe Gabriel Arnson was right
about Ricky Naybury all along.

The last hme I shut the mill
was the day your father died.

It broke my heart.

But this isn't the end,
I said the same thing to Torn.

Maybe it should be.

I thought Tom was like dad,
full of love and passion

for this place, like you are.

But everything he said
about wanting to be

part of this community
was a lie.

What do you mean?

Denise claims they're being
forced out of their tenancy

at the pub that Tom
made their landlord

an offer he can't refuse.
That this is just the beginning.

- How could he do that?
- I-I had no idea.

Neither did I.

He's betrayed me as much
as he's betrayed them.

He's humiliated me in
from of the whole village.

He must've known how unhappy
this would make me.

But I don't think
he cares anymore.

You deserve to be
happy, Chrissie.

Ricky Naybury told
us nothing but lies.

But what connects his death
to Nathan Duncroft's?

The Larktons.

I ordered an advanced
search on Tom Larkton.

It turns out he was a
serial offender in his youth,

but unlike Ricky Naybury,
his crimes

involved impulsive acts
of violence.

He's kept that well-hidden.

But he didn't kill anyone
and all of his crimes

were committed under
the age of 18,

so they don't show up
on his record.

A sponsor gave him a
second chance at a bakery

and he managed to turn
his life around.

But maybe the demon
still lurks within.

Ah, they've found
a mobile device in the pond.

No email or text data

but they have managed
to pull a few images.

- Anything interesting?
- Yes, this one.

A silver necklace with
a pendant like a horn.

They've found a similar one on

an Italian jewellery website.

It's called a Cornicello,
an Italian horn.

Used mainly in the South of
Italy as a talisman

or an amulet in
the protection against evil.

The image was taken

the day after Gabriel Arnson's
house was broken into.

Does it belong to him?

Not sure. But bear with me.

There. Look at this picture
of Maria Cignoni.

The one she's wearing
looks remarkably similar.

We were told the police
were finished here.

Yeah, we are, for now.

I just wondered if you
recognise this, Mr. Arnson?

Should I?

It's an image from
Ricky's phone.

It was taken in his cottage
not long after you were burgled.

Well, as I say, Ricky
was very light fingered,

loved jewellery, but this
wasn't in my grandfather's box.

It could've come from anywhere.

- Are you okay, Chrissie?
- Got a migraine.

Need to lie down.

Uh. Sorry I can't be
more helpful.

Oh!

It was just a joke.

- Who were you expecting?
- No-one!

Sorry, just bit on edge.

I'm heading back to London
till this all dies down.

But not for long. Unless
you've changed your mind?

No, course not.
Just need a bit more time.

So, you're using
poor gullible Chrissie

like you were using me?

Fortunately for you, I find your
ruthlessness very attractive.

I'll call you. And if you don't
pick up, I'll call Chrissie.

So how can I help you?

That necklace you're wearing...

My corno? What about it?

It's very similar to this one.

Miodio. Non oi credo.
Where did you get this?

- You recognise it?
- It's Michael's.

I gave it to him
for his 16th birthday.

One with a crown
because he was my prince.

Was he wearing it when
his body was found?

No, we assumed it had been lost

to the darkest depths
of that terrible place.

It was supposed to protect
him from evil, lspettore.

But it didn't.

Tom! Where are you?
I thought you'd be home.

We need to talk.

Silas'! Silas!

[Suit dramatic music]

No!

Some-somebody. Gabriel!

Somebody! Gabriel!

Tom!

No!

Gabriel! Somebody! Help!

I'm almost there, sir.

I'd only just left when
Chrissie Larkton called me.

I don't know what to do!

Is there any way to
turn the turbine off?

I've tried closing the sluice
gate but ifs stuck fast.

I think it's been sabotaged.

Tom.

Stay with me, Tom!

Untie the knot!

Please hurry!

Tom!

Come on!

You've got get the knot!

I'm trying!

Come on!

Tom!

Please! Please! No!

I got it! Got it!

Thank god!

It's alright.

Well done, Winter. Just as well
you got here first and not me.

Do you think he's
going to be okay?

He's alive, but they're
not giving anything away.

Now they're taking
him to Causton General.

Michael!

I'm here for you,
Chrissie. No matter what.

Mrs. Larkton!

I'll follow you to the hospital.

Er, I'd rather go alone.

I'll call you.

Did Maria Cignoni
know about the amulet?

She's convinced
it's her son, Michael's.

He died 20 years ago.
How did Ricky get hold of it?

Hmm, if only we could ask him.

Push Tech to see if they can
retrieve any other pictures.

Er, I don't know if
this is relevant,

but I thought I saw
Silas Bantrig running away

from the mill not long
before Tom was found.

Thank you, Mr Arnson.

I passed him on the road.

We know how much
he resented Tom Larkton.

- We need to find him.
- No need, sir.

He's called the station.
He's waiting for us at the pub.

I promised my wife I'd do
something about Tom Larkton.

Are you saying you were involved
in what happened, Mr. Bantrig?

- No! I'm not a violent man.
- Then what?

I decided to poison
the water supply,

divert the slurry from
Herons Farm to the mill pond.

My father used to work there,
I knew how the pipes ran.

It would ruin the water
course for months, years maybe.

But you didn't. Why?

I was going to open
the valve when I saw Tom

about to be dragged
into the water.

Why didn't you call for help?

I thought he was already dead.

And as I was one of the enemy,
I knew I'd be a suspect.

So, I ran.

Like the coward my wife says
I've been all my life.

Sir, Tech have
retrieved another image.

Gabriel's grandfather's
open box with all the items

that he said were stolen.

This image includes
the missing Cornicello,

the item that Gabriel Arnson
said he'd never seen before.

Which suggests that it was in
Gabriel's grandfathers box

when it was stolen.

If it was Michael Cignonis,
what was Gabriel doing with it?

And why did he say he'd
never seen it before?

I'm not sure Michael Cignoni's
death was an accident.

Mr. Arnson?

Doesn't strike me as
the sort of person

to leave his door unlocked.

Must have left in a hurry

when he got Chrissids call
about Tom.

Mr. Arnson! Mr. Arnson!

A picture of
young Chrissie Larkton.

- That's a bit odd, isn't it?
- Hmm?

Indeed it is.

This ribbon in her hair...

What about it, sir?

It's the same as that one.

It's a shrine to
Chrissie Larkton.

You can't enter my house
without a warrant.

You left the door
open, Mr. Arnson.

- We were concerned.
- No need. You can go now.

- Where did you get this?
- I found it washed up.

You told DS Winter
you'd never seen it?

- Mrs. Larkton?
- Chrissie!

Mrs. Larkton!

Chrissie

It was him. He's to blame
for all of it.

Why are you telling us this now?

- Because I didn't remember.
- Why didn't you remember?

Because your hallucinations
were never illusions, were they?

They were recovered memories.

You consumed rolls
baked with ergot,

a fungus with properties
that can affect

the way we process memory.

You experienced amnesia after
the tragic death of your mother

and the same thing
happened after you saw

Michael Cignoni drown.

Didn't it, Mr. Arnson?

Everything I did
was to protect you.

Can you tell us exactly what
you remember, Mrs. Larkton?

Michael ..Cignoni had been
pursuing me for months.

I kept saying no, but he
was never going to give up.

Hts... mother thought he was the
perfect son but that was Bobby.

Michael was sadistic, predatory.

The day it happened, I remember
I was walking back

from the village and erm,
I heard someone behind me, um...

Chrissie!

I turned around and saw Michael.

I tried to fight him off
but he was so strong.

Then Gabriel appeared
out of nowhere.

He pulled him off in a rage
and Michael lost his balance.

He must have hit
his head on a rock.

There was so much Mood!

Erm, I-I-I hated Michael
with all my heart,

but I would never
have let him drown!

I almost managed to grab his arm

but Gabriel pulled me away.

Said it was divine justice.

Michael!

And... when I turned
back he was gone.

What happened then?

When Chrissie saw the blood
on the rook she went out cold.

And when she came round it was
as though it had never happened.

I told her I'd found her
passed out in the woods.

And she believed me.

Because you knew all about
her trauma related amnesia

and took a chance
that her memory

of Michael's drowning would
also remain locked away.

The truth would've
ruined her life.

She needed my protection.

And you needed hers.

And you had it until the ergot
triggered the unlocking process.

So why kill Nathan Duncroft?

He poisoned her with
ergot, she could've died.

I couldn't let that
recklessness go unpunished.

I walked
the back route to the farm.

Didn't have a plan, but when
I saw Nathan enter the silo

alone, well, (knew it was
the perfect opportunity.

But it wasn't Nathan Duncroft
that planted the ergot.

It was Bobby Cignoni.

Nathan died an innocent man.

And when Ricky found the amulet
in your grandfather's box,

he connected you
to Michael's death.

He recognised it from
Michael's photograph.

Said he'd expose me to
the police if I didn't pay up.

I told him I was
gonna leave the first payment

in a sack of flour.

Then all I had to do was wait.

You had to find the amulet
to cover your tracks.

- Where was it?
- It was in his pocket.

I knew he wouldn't let
it out of his sight.

What made you turn
on Tom Larkton?

He was having an affair
with a woman

who called herself Sophie.
Real name Lara Milton.

He'd been cheating
on you for years,

using you like he used everyone.

So, you had to protect
her from him too'?

I always believed that one day

Chrissie and I would run
the mill together.

So, you decided to
eliminate your competition.

He'd publicly humiliated her,
betrayed her, lied lo her.

He deserved to die.

You did all of this because
you believed I could love you?

All I wanted to do was to
protect you and the mill.

Just like your
father would've done.

You're nothing like my father.

Hello. Hello fella, hello.

You're back early.
Everything okay?

I'll tell you when
I've had a cold beer.

It's been an interesting day.

Oh?

Surprise!

Hi, V!

Oh, er, yeah, er, come in.

Major boiler issues
at the spa, darling.

No sauna, no Jacuzzi,
it's an absolute nightmare.

I can imagine.

So, get your glad rags on,
because I'm taking you

somewhere terribly,
terribly expensive.

Oh look, V,
that would've been lovely

but we're picking up
Betty from my mum's

and I promised her
we'd stay for dinner.

Oh. poor you!

Right, well, it'll
have to be plan B.

A rather fabulous looking
boutique hotel by the river.

I wonder if Jamie's free?

We've been messaging
each other, you know? Mmm.

Ah, my taxi's still
here, sol must dash.

Going to love you and leave you.

Au revoir, but not goodbye.

Bye.

Goodbye!

I thought Betty was at your
mother's for one more night?

Yeah, she is, Johnny!