All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S13E07 Not in My Back Yard

-Seeing what other people do
with their houses and gardens

does give one ideas.

-Hello, sexy boots.

-Madam.

-Elderflower cordial.

-Yuck.

MAUREEN: Yes, I am talking
to you, Mr. Rogers.

What about the Pelfe
Chase development?

Excuse me, Mr. Rogers,
I am talking to you.

Oh, you deign to
listen to me, do you?

Because I want to tell
you that, in my opinion,

you're a bent jerry-builder
with the morals of a tomcat.

-And don't forget the chairman
of the planning committee.

-Oh yes, Mr. Otley.

Look at you.

It's clear you're corrupt
by the company you keep.

You're a disgrace
to elective office.

JOYCE: Now, this last
one, Swanscombe House

wouldn't be on the list
if we'd have it our way.

TOM: Ah, The Conservation
Society are on the warpath.

JOYCE: We were dead set
against it being built at all.

It's quite out of character
with its surroundings.

TOM: The fight goes on.

MAUREEN: You've got a
nerve, Mr. Swanscombe.

You think by opening this
eyesore to the public,

you might win sort of approval.

Well, you are so wrong, because
it should never have been built

in the first place, and I have
to tell you that The Midsomer

Conservation Society will oppose
your plans to further vandalize

this village by any
means necessary.

-My dear Maureen, why would I
want to vandalize the village?

I've made my home here.

My mother was a local girl.

-But your father could've
been any passing tinker,

couldn't he?

-Take no notice, Norman.

-Oh, and you're just as bad.

You and all these other cronies.

You've put this
monstrous carbuncle

on the face of the
village, and now you

want to do worse with
your appalling plans

for Pelfe Chase.

-God, you ridiculous
Philistine old bags.

-No, no, no, no, please, please.

-Steady.

TOM: Well done you, sir.

-No, not at all.

I used to be in the
peacekeeping business.

-Army.

Major David Walsh.

-Tom Barnaby.

-Peacekeeping's what
we did in my day.

Retired down here
for a quiet life,

but you never know, do you?

Look, if you'll excuse
me, I'm a candidate

in this local election.

I have to count
all the votes being

bought by the development mafia.

LIZ: Chief Inspector Barnaby?

Liz Gerrard.

County Planning Officer.

-They hold Liz
personally responsible

for this monstrous carbuncle.

-Which is terribly unfair.

This house went through all the
rigors of the planning process.

-Amen to that.

Liz studied the specification
for this house to such a point

she could build
herself blindfold.

-Personally, I think
the committee made

the right decision, but
I'm just a politically

neutral servant to the public.

Like yourself, Chief Inspector.

What exactly is this
Pelfe Chase development

that Mrs. Lawrence
was going on about?

-Pelfe Chase is a piece of land
on the edge of the village.

The council is considering
giving outline planning

permission to a mixed housing
and commercial development.

-But there is a local
opposition, isn't there?

-There'll always be
opposition to change,

especially change
for the better.

-And Mr. Swanscombe,
you are a candidate

in the local
election, are you not?

-I am.

I'm standing as an advocate
of change for the better.

The Pelfe Chase development
will breathe life into a village

that's in danger of
dying in its sleep.

Argh!

Argh!

-Fragments of broken
glass in the wound.

A pretty savage on at that.

-Between 9:00 PM and
3:00 this morning.

-Probably.

TOM: We need to talk
to Mr. Swanscombe.

-When did you last see
Maureen Stubbs alive?

-Yesterday afternoon,
when she left here

after the-- well, the incident.

-And did either of you
see or hear, you know,

anything unusual during
the hours of darkness?

Mrs. Swanscombe?

-No.

We tidied up in the garden,
and then had supper.

It was quite late
when the phone rang.

-It was Maureen Stubbs.

She said she had
something to show

me that I ought be aware of.

-It was around 9:00
when she called.

I asked if it could
wait until the morning,

but she was insistent,
very insistent,

so I agreed to see her.

She didn't turn up?

-No.

Maureen-- she said something
about your mother yesterday.

What was the meaning of that?

Mr. Swanscombe?

-My mother grew up
in the early '50s.

When she was 18,
she left Midsomer.

She was expecting me.

She never named the father.

-My stepfather.

He met my mother in London
and took us both on.

-You were obviously very
offended by what she said.

-We're offended on behalf of
Norman's mother and stepfather.

They've been deeply
hurt by having

ancient history
dragged up again.

What's so depressing
about this place

is the way gossip
and malice and spite

infect everybody
for generations.

-That's why I'm
standing for election.

I want to introduce the
village to the 21st century.

-And Maureen Stubbs
opposed your plans?

Local politics.

Not something anyone
would commit murder over.

-So, in principle, we are
all happy with the plans

for the Pelfe Chase development,
and we'll recommend approval

to the next full council
meeting after the election.

Good.

Well, that concludes
this meeting

of the planning committee.

Thank you, colleagues.

Oh, and a particular
thank you to Liz

for her customary
diligence and efficiency.

-Thank you, Chair.

-Oh, Liz, Liz.

Um, don't fancy lunch, do you?

-I can't right now, James.

I got a meeting.

-So Maureen Stubbs had a very
busy day even before I arrived.

-Yes, sir.

She told the chair of
the planning committee

that he was a disgrace
to his office.

-Ah.

James Otley.

What does James Otley
do in real life?

-He's a vet.

She said Liz Gerrard was
a spineless jobsworth.

-Well, that's little harsh.

She's very pretty.

-And she called Geoff
Rogers a bent jerry-builder

with the morals of a Tomcat.

-You were late last night.

-Business.

-You can't build houses in
the middle of the night.

-Don't act ticker
than you are, girl.

I'm not a brickie anymore, Gem.

I'm mover and
shaker around here.

Got to put myself
about at all hours.

See you when I see you.

TOM: So what have all these
people done to provoke Maureen?

-Well, Clifford Bunting designed
the house, Rogers built it,

Otley and Liz Gerrard gave
it planning commission.

They're what Angela Lawrence
called Swanscombe's cronies.

-Oh, I see.

-Oh.

There's Fiona Conway.

She lives at Pelfe Hall.

She sold Swanscombe
the land to build on.

-No.

She seemed to steer
well clear of Maureen.

At last.

I was just about to
start without you.

-I had some hassles at work.

-We can forget work for an hour.

TOM: Swanscombe's site
repeatedly vandalized

and the building's plant
machinery sabotaged.

STEPHENS: And the attacks on
Swanscombe House continued.

TOM: Yep.

Graffiti sprayed on walls, ball
bearings fired at the windows

from a catapult.

And then death threats
to Norman Swanscombe.

Why don't we have a
word with Major Walsh?

A peacekeeper's
perspective on Great Pelfe

might be interesting.

JONES: You've had an
interesting career, Major Walsh.

DAVID: Service
through leadership.

That's always been my motto.

Special forces.

'Nough said?

-Ooh, yes, sir.

Yes, indeed.

Detective Sergeant Jones
and I, we stand in awe.

-Uh, no, but thank you.

Uh, we were hoping you could
give us your perspective

on recent events in the village.

-You've got to understand there
are alien elements at work

here.

They've got money and
they've got influence.

-Who exactly are we
talking about, sir?

-Norman Swanscombe
and his cronies.

I mean, look at the way
they got his ghastly house

through the planning process.

Stinks of corruption.

-It's obvious.

And now he's trying to bulldoze
his way onto the council.

I mean, I've been living
here for five years now.

I sat at the feet of our
late council representative.

I made it my business to
learn about the village

and its traditions before I
put myself forward for office.

-So you were groomed for
the succession, so to speak.

-If you want to say
it in those terms.

I see it as more of
an apprenticeship.

Frankly, no one expected
the seats to be contested.

Then Swanscombe threw
his hat into the ring.

-Well, that's his
democratic right.

-But he's doing it
for subversive ends.

-The plan has been drawn up for
the development of Pelfe Chase,

an unspoilt site on the
edge of the village.

-A development which Maureen
Stubbs was opposed to.

-Yes, and Swanscombe says he'll
support it if he's elected.

The same gang are involved
that built his eyesore.

-Mm, I how that
could cause trouble.

-Trouble's what they'll get.

-Oh sir, that could be
interpreted as a threat.

-Not at all.

It's a promise.

At a public meeting tomorrow
night, openly and above board

I'm going to take
the war to the enemy.

JONES: Have you got the keys?

TOM: Yes, sir.

-Well, you can see who
Maureen Stubbs supports.

TOM: Yeah.

Right.

You search the house.

I'll do the garage.

Jones!

Up here.

I don't think Maureen
Stubbs was our burglar,

but she was certainly
equipped to be the vandal.

-Maureen was a fairy
godmother to me.

When I moved here with my
husband and took this on,

we had no idea the
business was going.

It was a desperate struggle.

Then my marriage broke up.

Dear Maureen and
Douglas befriended me,

and when he died, we
became even closer.

-Maureen Stubbs was the
founding member of the Midsomer

Conservation
Society, wasn't she?

-Of the Great Pelfe branch, yes.

She was our leading light.

I just helped out as
Committee Secretary.

David Walsh and I will
have to pick up the baton,

and the struggle will continue.

-Um, Mrs. Lawrence,
will the struggle

continue using the
same criminal methods?

-I don't know what you mean.

-We found aerosol cans, a
catapult, and ball bearings

on Maureen's promises.

-The kind of equipment
that was used

to vandalize Mr.
Swanscombe's house.

Did you know about that?

-Absolutely not.

-But you were so close,
weren't you, you and Maureen?

-Well, if she had been
tempted into extremism,

she would have wanted to
protect her colleagues

from guilty knowledge.

Selfless till the last.

-Yeah.

I can't see anything
mechanically wrong.

Maybe there's an
electrical fault.

-Please don't get me started
on electrical faults.

GEOFF: The man you
want to talk to about

these doors is your architect.

He specified all
this fancy gear.

NORMAN: You and Bunting!

I tell you, I've had it up to
here with your bloody excuses!

TOM: Uh, Mr. Swanscombe?

Could I have a word, please?

-Don't mind me.

I'll be off.

TOM: Mr. Rogers?

-Geoff Rogers, yeah.

-I'm Detective Chief
Inspector Barnaby.

I'd like a word with you
too when it's convenient.

-Yeah.

Well, I'm out and about a lot.

You can, uh, try me on my
mobile, fix something up.

-Uh, this is DC Stephens.

I'm so sorry.

We've seemed to have walked
in on an altercation.

-Yes, well, it's just
snagging issues, you know?

Always happens on a
new building project.

-Oh, yes.

Now, sir, we've discovered
some items on Maureen Stubbs'

premises which
suggest that she was

the person responsible
for the vandalism here.

-That doesn't
surprise me at all.

-And we couldn't help
wondering, you know,

if she came back here
last night intending

to inflict more damage.

-She said she wanted to talk.

She had something
I ought to see.

-We're going through
her phone records.

You don't believe me?

-Perhaps she came back here
last night unannounced,

and you disturbed her when
she was about her work?

-No.

-Yes, and the anger you felt at
the persecution you'd suffered,

then your anger boiled over.

-No, no, nothing
like that happened.

I am not responsible for
Maureen Stubbs' death.

GEOFF: I don't care
what you say, Cliff.

I can't be doing with all this
Swanscombe House aggravation.

-Swanscombe's a
nit-picking pillock.

-Yeah, but your drawings
didn't help much.

All right for some poncy
architect magazine,

sod all use on site.

-My design instructions
were perfectly clear.

Quite frankly, Geoff, I wonder
if your local yokels are

up to speed with cutting-edge
building technology.

GEOFF: We'd better
get out act together

when it comes to
the Pelfe Chase job.

CLIFFORD: If it ever happens.

-Oh, it's gonna happen.

I've got serious
money behind me.

I'm gonna be a big player in
the construction business.

-Actually, Geoff.

I don't think my cash flow
problems can wait until then.

A bit of folding money up
front would be very welcome.

-Yeah, we'll all be
paid off in due course.

-Yeah, but I'm safeguarding
your dirty secrets right now,

and I think I
should be rewarded.

-I don't care what
you call it, Geoff.

ANSWERING MACHINE:
One new message.

NORMAN :
It's Norman Swanscombe,

Clifford.

I'm sick and tired of
you and Geoff Rogers

playing pass-the-parcel about
the defects in this house.

If action isn't forthcoming,
the next communication

you'll get from me will
be a solicitor's letter.

I'm fronting up a major property
development for you people,

for God's sake!

-This Maureen business-- I don't
want the police poking around.

-I know.

Well, we'll try and
keep them off the scent.

-Oh, no.

Think of my public profile.

Well, I better get
back to Eleanor.

We've got an election to run?

-You can count on my vote.

-If only I had the
same hold over the rest

of the electorate.

-I'm so glad we found
each other, Norman.

-So am I.

NORMAN :
Norman Swanscombe.

Leave a message and
I'll get back to you.

-Norman, I got your
rather hysterical call.

I'll drop around when
I can and see what

I do about your petty
problems, but do calm down.

The last thing
you want to see is

your own dirty linen
waving in the breeze.

-Now that's what
I call a des res.

Maybe he's around the back.

Sir.

-Oh.

-And it's recent.

-Right.

In you go.

Someone's done a very
thorough job here.

JONES: So where's Bunting?

Oh, it's you.

Well, that's service, I oppose.

I was just on the phone
ringing about the burglary.

-We're not here about the
burglary, Mr. Bunting.

We want to talk to you about
the death of Maureen Stubbs.

Burglary?

Blimey.

You lot are losing
your grip around here.

-There's only you and I now,
and we have just two meetings

left to win the vote.

So do you think
I should go ahead

with tonight's
speech as planned?

-Absolutely, David.

Give them both barrels.

-Well, yes, but now
we have no proof.

-Never mind about proof.

Speak up for what
you know to be true.

It's what Maureen
would have wanted. .

And it means so much to me.

-Did you hear your
intruder, then, Mr. Bunting?

-If I'd heard him, I
would've dealt with him.

-Nothing, as far as I can see.

-Not since my last wife left.

I'm not a total masochist.

-When did last see
Maureen Stubbs?

-At the Swanscombe House
two days ago when she threw

her drink over me.

-She was murdered that night.

-Well, not by me.

Maureen was a
pest, not an enemy.

-Here.

-No.

They can't.

But if I murdered everybody
who took offense and exception

to my work, the streets would
be clogged with corpses.

The trouble is too many
people like Maureen

and Angela Lawrence want
to live in the past.

-If I could afford the
kind of house I desire,

I'd live in one.

As it is, I'm in
a Georgian house,

and I have modernized
it according

to its form and function.

That is integrity.

-And tell me, Mr. Bunting, do
all your clients appreciate

the products of your
creative integrity?

-Well, they have a tendency to
ignore the fact that they are

privileged to live
in sculpted space.

They quibble about
trivial details.

-Who was the architect who
said that God is in the detail?

-Mies van der Rohe.

And he'd have changed his
mind if he had my clients.

WOMAN: Order!

NORMAN: And so I
want to see Great

Pelfe moving with the times.

We need affordable
housing for sale and rent

for local village workers.

The Pelfe Chase
development is in sympathy

with the existing built
and natural environments.

-It's not.

-It is ecologically sustainable.

-Rubbish!

-The alternative is to see Great
Pelfe turned into a theme park

for commuters and
second-home owners.

-Not true!

-Nonsense!

I would like to make
it absolutely clear

that I have no
financial interest

in this development whatsoever.

-Not much!

NORMAN: No, that's
absolutely true.

-I'm asking you for your support
because I believe that together

we can safeguard the
future of our village

as a thriving, living community.

Thank you.

Thank you very much indeed.

-Murderer!

-Order, please.

-You and your cronies.

Everyone here knows why
Maureen Stubbs was killed.

-Mrs. Lawrence, I must ask
you to moderate your language.

-Oh, don't worry.

I'm not listening to any
more of this charade.

This is the kind of stitch-up
that provokes ordinary people

into direct action,
and I can promise you,

they'll be plenty more of that.

WOMAN: Order!

Order!

Order!

David Walsh, Independent.

-Well, you've been
offered a seductive vision

the village's future.

Unfortunately, this vision
is a mere smokescreen.

AUDIENCE: Hear!

Hear!

-This will never be built.

Detailed secret plans already
exist for a quite difference

development on the
Pelfe Chase site.

An out-of-town shopping center
will be built, with parking

for hundreds of
vehicles together

with some low-rent social
housing of poor quality,

radically and
permanently altering

the character of our village.

And who's behind this?

Mr. Swanscombe, the big city
accountant and his cronies!

Fiona Conway owns the land.

Clifford Bunting's
drawn up the plans.

Geoff Rogers will
be the builder.

Now, once this Toy Town
fantasy has been approved,

they'll use salami tactics--
grub up the woodland, drive

roads through, and
then, bit by bit,

the attractive and expensive
features of this plan

will be dropped for
reasons of "cost

overruns" and "technical
difficulties."

-Rubbish!

Rubbish!

-This has all been written
down in black and white.

And once the REAL
scheme, or should

I say SCAM has been nodded
through by compromised

council members and officers--

AUDIENCE: Shame!

---a supermarket chain
will plunge millions

into the development
and all concerned

will get a handsome payoff!

-Where's your
evidence, eh, Walsh?

-All right, all
right, all right,

I'm being asked about evidence.

Maureen Stubbs had in her
possession documentary evidence

of this conspiracy
the day she died.

And that's why she was killed!

WOMAN: Order!

Order!

Order!

-So Swanscombe's up to no good.

-Excuse me, excuse me.

Major Walsh.

I'm sorry.

Um, Major Walsh, can I
give you a lift home?

Because if you do have
some information pertaining

to Maureen Stubbs'
death, I want to hear it.

-Only too happy to oblige.

-That's very kind, thanks.

Um.

-Jump in.

-Liz, hang on.

Well, that's opened up
a whole can of worms.

-The innocent have
nothing to fear.

-It's not them
I'm worried about.

Listen, do you think maybe
we should give her drink,

talk this through?

-Not a good idea
right now, James.

Might look as if
we're conspiring.

Everything comes
to him who waits.

-Major Walsh, you spoke
of documentary evidence

of a corrupt conspiracy.

-Mm-hmm.

-I saw it with my own eyes.

-That's not what I asked.

Where is it now, this evidence?

-Maureen had the evidence.

Now she's dead and it's missing.

I know the conclusion
I draw from that.

-Well, surely she made a copy.

-Apparently not.

We can all be wise with
hindsight, can't we?

-Where did this
material come from?

-Maureen told me she received
it from an anonymous source--

a whistle-blower if you like.

-Fiona Conway, Geoff
Rogers, James Otley--

they've all suffered
from burglaries

in these past few weeks.

Burglaries in which
apparently nothing was taken.

And these are all people that
you accuse of being cronies

in this new development scheme.

It doesn't look like a
coincidence, does it?

Was the evidence that you saw
the product of a burglary?

-I'm in no position
to know, am I?

And I don't think
that's the point.

The point is these
people are corrupt,

and they've committed murder
to cover their tracks.

-Everything Walsh said last
night was absolute rubbish.

Smear tactics-- an
attempt to spread

black propaganda
about the opposition.

-So the Pelfe Chase development
is clean, it's all above board,

there's no conspiracy,
there's no plan

to substitute another scheme?

-Absolutely not.

-We're going to have to look
through your personal and

business affairs,
Mr. Swanscombe--

records of financial
transactions, phone calls,

so forth.

-Well, I find that
unnecessarily intrusive.

-Mr. Swanscombe.

Someone's been murdered
on your property,

and last night,
you were publicly

accused of that murder.

-Oh, please.

Angela Lawrence is a hysteric.

-There have also
been allegations

of corrupt practices.

Now we are bound to investigate.

-Very well.

I've got nothing to hide.

Damn it!

-Walk him about a bit.

Well, it looks good.

And he might just, you know,
take it gentle for a few days.

-Magic, James.

Bless you.

-It's Fiona, actually.

But we won't let that
stand in our way.

I didn't seem to
have any cash on me.

But if you'd like to
step inside for a minute,

I'll see you right.

-Tillie.

Thanks, James.

-No, not all all.

You were my right
hand in the operations

so you've got yourself to thank.

You don't want a job
as a veterinary nurse.

-Mr. Otley.

Miss Gerrard.

Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby, Causton CID.

This is Detective
Sergeant Jones.

-Right.

-Well, I'll leave
you guys to it.

-Will you be available for
interview later, Miss Gerrard?

For Chief Inspector Barnaby,
I'm permanently available.

-Yes, well, without the
support of the public there,

where would we be, Jones?

Nowhere.

Nowhere at all.

Tell me, Mr. Otley, do
many public sector workers,

I mean council officials, manage
to keep horses these days?

Well, I think she's got some
private income, I believe.

Now, Mr. Otley, we need to talk.

Are these patients?

-No, no, they're
symptoms of nostalgia.

I started as a marine
biologist specializing

in the Indo-Pacific.

-Yeah, I used to
love scuba diving.

Off Australia and Indonesia.

TIM: And you gave all that up to
become a lowly vet in Midsomer?

-Oh, you know, financial
security, settling down.

-Now, Mr. Otley, at
Norman Swanscombe's house,

Maureen Stubbs strongly
suggested that the, um, council

planning process was open
to abuse, to corruption.

It least I take it that's
what she was implying.

-Well, there's no
way now, is there?

Look, I chair the
Planning Committee.

Conservationists
always accuse us

of all sorts of
dereliction of duty.

It comes with the territory.

-The people who built
the Swanscombe house

are now trying to
develop Pelfe Chase.

Have any of them
tried to bribe you?

-No, I'd be onto you
people like a shot.

-When did you last
see Maureen Stubbs?

-Well, the afternoon that
she left Swanscombe's place.

-And your whereabouts
that night?

-Well, I was at the
surgery, I think.

I was catching up
on some paperwork.

JONES: With anyone else?

-No.

-About midnight.

Maybe half past.

And then I went home.

You're not treating
me as suspect?

-We'll need to talk to
you again, Mr. Otley.

But thank you.

-Well, the spark
plug went, didn't it?

I had to go for miles
to get another one.

See ya!

-It's all right, sweetie,
it's only the filth.

It's not the Drug Squad,
just a murder inquiry.

Do come in.

-Someone must have
been burning leaves.

-Yes, and autumn is so far away.

Do you live here on
your own, Miss Conway?

-Yeah.

Pizza?

-No, no.

-Seems to gone a bit cold.

How about you, sexy boots?

-No thank you.

-The truth is, when I have
finally sold off Pelfe Chase

you won't see my arse for dust.

TIM: Why couldn't
you sell up sooner?

FIONA: Hassles with planning
permission and all sorts.

Thank God dear Norman
Swanscombe and his pals

seem to find a way through.

-But they're being
accused now, are they

not, of conspiracy, even murder.

I mean, you heard what Angela
said at the meeting last night.

Do you think
Norman's that stupid?

He's one of the few
people around here

who've actually got a life.

-What about those
allegations of corruption?

Can you shed any light on those?

-I don't know anything about
it, and I don't believe

the galloping
Major knows either.

-The truth is Walsh's
nose is out of joint

because he thought he was a
shoe-in for the council seat,

and now there's a much stronger
candidate standing against him.

Drink?

-No, think you.

Major Walsh is
very passionate, is

he not, for conservation issues?

-He never used to give a
toss about conservation.

In fact, a few
years back, he tried

to buy some land from me
to build holiday homes.

-Oh, yes, conservation's
just a bandwagon for him.

And of course,
Angela Lawrence is

leading him around
by the plonker.

Do sit down, darlings.

-Is there any actual
relationship there?

-In his dreams.

Angela's on the other bus.

-Can you explain that
to the Chief Inspector?

-When Angela came to terms
with her sexuality, dear,

her marriage broke up.

-So one way and another,
you would reject absolutely,

would you, the charges of
cronyism and corruption?

-If there's one thing
I'm an authority on,

it's villains,
chancers, and wrong-uns.

And, believe me,
Norman Swanscombe

is as straight as
a telegraph pole.

-Well, the cause of
death seems obvious.

-If causes of death were ever
obvious, you wouldn't need me,

would you?

-Well, Dr. Bullard, I await the
full results of your postmortem

examination with
anticipated delight,

but might you expedite our
investigation by honoring those

with a speculative hypothesis?

-Occlusion of the carotid
artery leading to severe brain

damage due to hypoxia.

Just a guess.

-Recent.

Within the last
two or three hours.

-And looks accidental.

-Well, we'll see.

-Bunting's car's out there.

You'll take a look?

-Yes, sir.

-And I must talk
to Mr. Swanscombe.

-I drove Eleanor to the
station-- she's in town

for the day-- then I came
back here and found him.

-Where are the, um, electrical
systems that control all this?

Were do you keep them?

-There's a fuse box
in there, I think.

-What was Mr. Bunting
doing here in your absence?

-I'd asked him to sort
out some of the problems,

including the sliding doors.

Yes, it's in there.

He kept his own set of
keys so he could sort out

the problems when I
was working in London.

-So someone could be using
those controls at the same time

as watching the window.

-Yes, I suppose they could.

-What time was
your wife's train?

-12:45.

-Yes.

-The drive from Pelfe Hall would
take 50 minutes, give or take.

That would get you
back here at 1 o'clock.

You didn't report finding
the body until 1:30.

-After Eleanor caught her train,
I decided to take a drive--

the woods, Pelfe Chase--
take in some scenery.

Did anyone see you?

-I was taking the air,
not constructing an alibi.

-This.

-Oh.

The architect's essential tool.

Is it just houses?

-Yeah.

-OK.

Get 'em downloaded.

We'll have a look at 'em.

At least there goes
the times and places

of Bunting's recent whereabouts.

-You said Angela Lawrence
made threats at the meeting

last night.

-Yes, she did, and
Swanscombe dismissed her

as a hysterical woman.

Fiona Conway thinks
she's a fool.

Well, she may well be
either of those things.

On the other hand, she could
be something else entirely.

DAVID: That was quite
a meeting last night.

And you were wonderful, my dear.

-Well, someone had to
speak up for poor Maureen.

-And you certainly did that.

-Less said the better, my dear.

-Oh, David.

Surely there's nothing
we can't share.

-Jones.

Couple of things on
Clifford Bunting, sir.

-He was heavily in debt, he was
being chased for maintenance

by both his ex-wives, and he was
in arrears with his mortgage.

-So if a really serious
money-making scam

were on offer, he'd
be very tempted.

-I also found this.

He left it for Swanscombe
two nights ago.

ANSWERING MACHINE:
One new message.

CLIFFORD (ON ANSWERING
MACHINE): Norman, I

got your rather historical call.

I'll drop by when
I can and see what

I can do about your petty
problems but do calm down.

The last thing
you want to see is

your own dirty linen
waving in the breeze.

-He's not coming clean
with us-- Mr. Swanscombe.

-Yeah.

-What time are you
likely to be home?

-When I'm good and
ready, all right?

-Geoff, I've never known
you like this before.

Why can't you tell me
what you're scared of?

-Doing a little
overtime, Stephens?

-Before you go, sir,
you should look at this.

STEPHENS: Yes, but
there's more detail.

JONES: Oh.

Geoff Rogers.

To coin a phrase.

Hmm.

Not so easy to ID the woman.

STEPHENS: Vehicle registered
to Elizabeth Gerrard.

STEPHENS: There's houses.

But there is this.

TIM: Fiona Conway.

JONES: And that's not
her pizza delivery boy.

-Bunting was in financial
difficulties, wasn't he?

Maybe he was dabbling
in a little blackmail.

-Geoff Rogers installed
those sliding doors.

-Yes, so he'd know how to use
them as a weapon, wouldn't he?

I think we should have a
little talk with Mr. Rogers.

-Ah, Mrs. Rogers.

We actually wanted to
talk to your husband.

-Oh, he went out a
couple of hours ago.

Do you know where he went?

-Business.

-When we were you
expecting him back?

-He told me not to wait up.

-All right.

You will tell him,
will you please,

that we would like
to talk to him?

-Yeah.

-Thank you.

-I think, Sergeant, we
should call that a day.

TIM : Barnaby.

-Stephens, sir.

I'm at Elizabeth
Gerrard's house.

There's been an incident.

TIM: Major Walsh.

Getting a new perspective
on criminal justice, are we?

-I'm exercising my
rights to silence.

-Well, don't
exercise it too hard.

It's not what it used to be.

ELIZABETH: I heard a
noise from in here,

so I locked this door
and dialed three 9's.

-That showed coolest, great
presence of mind, that.

-Well, the windows
in here are barred,

so I knew he couldn't get out.

-None of your property
was found on Major Walsh.

Have you any idea what
might have been looking for?

-Evidence of mine profession
wickedness, no doubt.

And of course he
didn't find any.

-Guv'nor's here early,
checking up on us.

-I could have been
a brain surgeon.

-It probably worked out for
the best though, George.

-Thanks.

Any initial thoughts,
Mr. Bullard?

-Well, I can only assume
asphyxiation because

of the pressure on
the thoracic cavity.

-Was he alive when he was
covered with concrete?

-Well, that's what
it looks like.

Until I get his
lungs on the bench

I can't tell you any more.

JONES: Where were you before you
broke into Liz Gerrard's house

last night?

Geoff Rogers was
killed last night.

So if you have an alibi, I think
you ought to give it to us now.

Several people, your political
opponents in the village

have been burgled recently.

We know now that you committed
one of those burglaries,

and we believe
that you committed

all the others as well.

Now, two of those
people are dead.

And that puts you in a
very serious position.

-I need to think about this.

-That's very wise, Major.

You and Geoff Rogers were
having an affair, weren't you?

ELIZABETH: Yes.

TIM: When did you last see him?

-Two days ago.

We were due to meet
again last night.

-The usual place.

Geoff didn't show up.

I couldn't get
him on his mobile,

so I came home and
discovered the break-in.

-Was he due meet anyone
else before he met you?

-I don't know.

Geoff kept his
business to himself.

He had all sorts of deals going,
contacts all over the place.

Professionally, I
preferred not to know.

You suspected they
were criminal contacts?

-I wasn't in the business
of criminal investigation.

I took Geoff to
bed because he was

rough and uninhibited
and exciting.

People like that
can be dangerous.

That's the fun.

-And people like that can
make enemies, can't they?

Were you aware of any enemies?

-Geoff knew the
conservation crowd

blamed him for Maureen's death.

-Was he afraid they might
take some kind of revenge?

-You heard what Angela
Lawrence said at the meeting.

But Geoff wasn't afraid of much.

-These photographs show that
someone knew about your affair.

Was he being blackmailed?

-Yes.

-I don't know.

He wouldn't tell me, but he
said he'd take care of it.

-We think Bunting was the man.

Bunting took those photographs.

Do you think your rough
and dangerous Geoff,

do you think he'd be capable
of killing Mr. Bunting?

-I can only say I
desperately hope not.

-We'll take that as a
definite no, shall we?

-Yes.

It's just that it's such
a big step, darling.

You know best.

I'll leave straight away.

-Come in.

You shouldn't
have come in today.

-Better than wallowing at home.

-Well, if there's anything I
can do, you only have to ask.

-I know.

-I'm going to come
clean with you.

I admit burgling
Liz Gerrard's house,

but I don't know anything
about any murders.

-What about the rest
of the burglaries?

-Yes, I effected entry
into those properties.

-Oh, you effected entry.

Why?

-I broke the letter of the law
in pursuit of a higher good.

I was hoping to find evidence
of criminal conspiracy,

and eventually, in
Roger's case, I found it.

Oh, in the documents you
say Maureen Stubbs was

carrying the night
she was killed?

-Yes.

-So the story about this
anonymous whistleblower

is untrue.

-Yes, yes.

When the documents disappeared
at Maureen's death,

I suspected both
Bunting and Liz Gerrard.

I targeted them
for covert action.

Unfortunately I didn't
find any documents.

-Look, two of the
people you targeted

have subsequently died.

That cannot be coincidental.

-I know nothing
about any murders.

I'm giving you as
much help as I can.

-What about your other
associate on the conservation

committee, Angela Lawrence?

What part does she
play in all this?

-So you packed a few
bags, put them in the car?

What was the intention?

-I wanted a few days away.

Business hasn't been good.

-You just walk away
from a post office.

Are you undercover?

-Mrs. Lawrence, you
were a leading light

in the Conservation
Committee, weren't you?

Now, if Maureen Stubbs
knew about Major Walsh's

criminal campaign,
then you knew too.

-I'm not responsible
for whatever

foolishness Walsh
has been up to.

If he's told you
differently, he's

just trying to spread the blame.

-At the election meeting, you
threatened more direct action.

Now, since that meeting, two
of your political opponents

have died.

I wonder--

-Ooh!

Oh, Mrs. Lawrence.

Well, this isn't
the overnight float

from the village post
office till, is it?

And I can't believe it's
a reward from Major Walsh

for supporting his
election campaign.

So, Mrs. Lawrence, you have
a lot of explaining to do.

-I had no reason to murder
Clifford Bunting or Geoff

Rogers.

Because I believe that you
were acting on their behalf.

-I don't know what
you're talking about.

-Mrs. Lawrence, I don't
believe that you are

a hysterical woman, and I don't
believe you're a fool, but I do

believe that you are in
desperate need of money.

And I think that this is
payment for your role--

-That is such nonsense.

-I believe that someone
is paying you to discredit

the society by associating
them with extremist tactics.

Am I right?

-Geoff Rogers.

-Geoff Rogers.

So you vandalized
Swanscombe's house

and you planted the catapult
and the aerosol cans

in Maureen Stubbs' garage?

-I'm afraid so, yes.

Sorry, Lesley,
Cyril, we're closed.

Sorry.

Shall we go into the other room?

-So you were
actively encouraging

Major Walsh's
campaign of burglary?

-Major Walsh is
just a silly man who

thought it was Watergate
all over again.

Then unfortunately he
actually found something.

-The documents
Maureen was taking

to Swanscombe when
she was killed?

-Yes.

-I do not believe that Maureen
Stubbs or Major Walsh would be

so foolish as to approach
Norman Swanscombe

with such incriminating evidence
without first making a copy.

And you'd be the woman
to do that, wouldn't you?

-Yes.

When Maureen received the
compromising documents

from David Walsh, she did bring
them to me to make a copy.

-So you knew Maureen
had the documents.

You were secretly
working against her.

Did you follow her into
Swanscombe's garden

and attack her?

-After Swanscombe's garden
party, I went to Causton

and spent the night
with my sister.

We went to a concert
in the evening.

There'll be plenty of witnesses.

-Who else knew that Maureen
Stubbs had these documents?

-Geoff Rogers.

-That's very
convenient, isn't it?

Given that the man is dead.

Who else is involved?

He was my only contact.

If anyone else was implicated,
I never knew about it.

-So you betrayed
your-- your best friend

for a bit of cash
from Geoff Rogers?

I don't believe you.

-You can believe what you like.

I have nothing more to say.

-Well, it's all here,
as Walsh claimed.

At first, everything's normal.

First phase, original
planning application,

phase two site
preparation to the point

where it can be developed.

But then, phase three
onwards is a planned series

of technical hitches--
cost overruns and so forth.

So that any environmental
or social benefits

have to be stripped away.

And then, finally,
a supermarket chain

moves in to save the day with
a vast out-of-town shopping

complex.

-Walsh found it on Rogers'
premises, so he's implicated.

But apart from that,
there's no proof

of who's in on the
scam and who wasn't.

Trouble is, that doesn't
solve our murder for us.

-No, it does not.

And my guess is
there could be more.

-I thought he was under arrest.

-He was.

He's been charged.

He's out on bail.

-Certainly can.

Man is innocent
until proved guilty.

-Welcome to the final meeting
in the by-election of Midsomer

County Council for the
seat of Great Pelfe.

I'll begin by calling on
David Walsh, Independent.

-This election is taking place
in the shadow of grave events.

Three people have
died in the village.

I ask of you one simple thing.

When you come to
the polling station,

please remember the
documents brought

to light in the current
police investigation

have vindicated every word, and
every action, of my campaign

and that of my supporters.

The Pelfe Chase development
plan has been exposed as a snare

and a delusion
whose corruption has

been accompanied
by lethal violence.

In all humility, I
solicit your vote,

not for a flawed and fallible
man, but for a cause.

Thank you.

AUDIENCE: Hear, hear!

-Now.

Norman Swanscombe, Independent.

-The revelation of a hidden
agenda behind the Pelfe Chase

development plan has
been a profound shock

and disappointment.

However, I should make
it absolutely clear

that if elected, I will
support the planning

application with
all of my ability.

Now, by that I mean the
original plan, with all

of its social, environmental,
and architectural benefits

to this community.

MAN: Hear, hear!

-And I must solemnly pledge
to press for the most

rigorous investigation
into Midsomer's

planning procedures
and personnel.

Vote for prosperity,
progress, and principle.

Thank you.

FIONA: Bravo!

Bravo!

-Thank you.

-I've trawled through
Swanscombe's financial affairs,

sir.

-There's nothing that ties him
in with this development scam.

He's not received
any benefits that I

can see from Bunting or Rogers.

-Well, when he acquired
the land from Fiona Conway

to build Swanscombe's house,
the title was transferred,

but there's no record of
any money changing hands.

-But that last must
be worth millions.

And she obviously needs money.

-Fiona Conway stands
to gain massively

from the Pelfe
Chase development.

Swanscombe's an aspiring
politician promising

to support it, so
on the face of it--

-She's handed him an
absolutely massive bung.

-Yeah.

-Mrs. Swanscombe, I'm
trying to find your husband.

We've been round to your
place, but no one in.

-Well, you could try Pelfe Hall.

My husband spends a
lot of time there.

But you'll have to
talk to him about that.

-Thank you very much.

FIONA: The Major's a buffoon.

You're bound to win, if the
electors have got any sense.

-If.

-And then shouldn't we have
really stopped pretending?

-It would be a
relief to Eleanor.

-It's the filth again.

Should you do a
runner out the back?

-Only if you feel compromised.

-Good God, it would
take more than this.

-I see the payroll
vote is out in force.

-We've come across something
rather-- rather odd.

Mr. Swanscombe, it appears
that you obtained the land

for your house from
Miss Conway here

without paying her
any money for it.

Could you explain
that to me, please?

-Damn it, Norman, they've
got ways of finding out.

-Fiona's my sister.

-Half sister, strictly.

Same dad, different mothers.

-Ah.

And how long have
you known this?

-I've known for years.

Daddy let it slip
shortly before he died.

-Fiona told me when I
came back to the village.

-I thought the
family owed Norman,

so I gave them the land.

-I thought it might open
old wounds for my mother.

-And Maureen Stubbs, for one,
would make a meal of it, yes?

-Yes.

I'm afraid we have been rather
selfish, grabbing as much time

together as possible.

-Ah, Tom.

I hear you have some
information for me.

Is that right?

-Yes.

You remember I said that Rogers
was alive but unconscious

when the concrete was poured?

-Yes, I do.

-Not entirely correct.

He was in what we call a state
of dissociative anesthesia.

-Conscious but incapable of
speaking or acting, Benjamin.

He'd been taking, well, been
induced to take, Ketamine.

-Bit old for recreational
drugs, wasn't he?

-Ketamine also has
legitimate medical uses, yes?

-In some cases, on humans, yeah.

Although these days--

-It is commonly used,
is it not, by vets?

-Absolutely.

JAMES: Hello?

-Mr. James Otley,
I'm arresting you

in connection with the
death of Geoff Rogers.

You do not have say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention
when questioned

something you later
rely on in court.

Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.

Do you understand, sir?

-I didn't kill Geoff Rogers.

-Mr. Otley, Do you use Ketamine
as an animal tranquilizer

in the course of your work?

-Well, yes, of course.

It's normal in a
veterinary practice.

-Geoff Rogers was drugged with
Ketamine before he was killed.

-That has nothing to do with me.

-Oh, Mr. Otley, look at
it from our point of view.

A criminal conspiracy
has been uncovered.

You and Liz Gerrard
are at the very heart

of the Midsomer council
planning process.

So either one or both of
you must have been part

of that development scam
in order for it to succeed.

Now, someone who opposed
the conspiracy has died.

But then two other
people who we believe

were part of the
conspiracy have also died.

And it begins to look as if
someone has methodically tried

to cover their tracks by
killing their associates.

Someone, sir, like you.

When you operated on
Liz Gerrard's horse,

did you use Ketamine?

-Sure.

ELIZABETH :
Thanks, James.

-No, no, not at all.

You've got yourself to thank.

You were my right
hand in the operation.

So if you ever want a
job veterinary nurse--

-Were you present
for the whole time

that the horse was
being tranquilized?

-Yeah, of course.

Oh, no, hang on a sec.

For a moment, when I had to
go back to the Land Rover

to get a splint.

But Liz was perfectly safe
looking after the drip.

BENJAMIN: When was the last
time you saw Liz Gerrard?

She didn't go to
work this morning.

-Called in at her house.

No one home.

Where is she, sir?

-You don't think-- I
haven't harmed Liz.

I couldn't-- I couldn't--

-Mr. Otley, please.

Tell me, when did you
last see Miss Gerrard?

-She stayed the night with me.

Here.

JAMES :
I'd been dreaming

about that night for years.

I always knew there was
something about Liz that

was dangerous
underneath the surface.

She just proved how right I was.

-Tell me about the
really scary things

down on your Indo-Pacific reefs.

-Um, well, there's the
blue-ringed octopus, which

is very small,
but lethal poison.

-Isn't there an
Australian fish that

produces a heart
attack in humans?

-Oh, I know what you mean.

The, um, Irukandji syndrome,
except it's not a fish.

Look.

-The Irukandji jellyfish.

-Wow, that's tiny.

And that could give a grown
man a fatal heart attack?

-It could.

And it would be almost
entirely undetectable.

Unless some pathologist
knew exactly what

he was looking for.

-Has anyone ever
extracted the toxin?

-Uh, well, yeah,
I have, actually.

Just by way of
interest, I thought

it might be a more
humane way of putting

down terminally sick animals.

-Oh, you're such a
clever guy, James.

JAMES: And that's
about all I remember.

When I woke up this
morning, Liz had gone.

-Swanscombe will be at the Town
Hall, won't he, for the count?

-Yeah.

-Right, come on.

MAN: Now, concentrate,
everybody.

Please commence counting now.

ELIZABETH :
Norman, Liz Gerrard.

We need to talk.

This is desperately
confidential.

-So what's all the
secrecy about, Liz?

-Can we talk about
this over a drink?

I'm really strung
out about things.

-OK.

-Cheers, Norman.

-Cheers.

-Don't drink that!

Argh!

-Secure the bottle.

Miss Gerrard.

Put that glass down.

-Argh!

Argh!

-Miss Gerrard.

You murdered Maureen
Stubbs because she was just

about to reveal details
of your development scam

to Mr. Swanscombe here.

TIM : And you had
the most to lose, didn't you?

Because Otley,
Bunting, Rogers-- they

could all have bounced back from
such an exposure, but not you.

You, your whole professional
life would have been destroyed.

-And when Bunting
tried his blackmail,

then you, Rogers, the entire
conspiracy was threatened.

Geoff Rogers couldn't bring
himself to kill Bunting

could he?

He didn't have the
stomach for murder.

But you did.

TIM : And you knew
every detail of Swanscombe

House like the back of
your hand, didn't you?

Because of your work on
the planning application.

And you took the safety
device off the patio doors.

And then Geoff Rogers became a
danger because he wanted out.

-I want the best, and it's
within reach if we don't panic.

-I'm really not sure
I'm up to this, Liz.

TIM : Geoff Rogers,
he loved you, didn't he?

He trusted you.

So it was easy to spike
his drink with Ketamine.

The drug you'd taken
from James Otley

when he was treating your horse.

And when you'd rendered
the poor fellow helpless,

you killed him.

TIM: And of course the
use of the drug Ketamine,

that pointed the
finger at your one

remaining co-conspirator,
James Otley.

And if you had managed to
introduce the fatal Irukandji

syndrome into Mr.
Swanscombe here--

-My god, Liz!

TIM: Yes, sir.

And that exotic toxin
had been detected,

then James Otley would have
been in the frame twice.

-Poor old James.

Good vet, lousy lover.

But your loyal accomplice in
all this was your one true love.

Though I doubt if you know
the meaning of the word.

-I thought everything we'd
planned for was falling apart.

-But you kept your nerve, love.

-Anything for you.

TIM: And you rewarded her with
the promise of a future life

together, financed
by your paymasters.

The venture
capitalists financing

with the secret
supermarket development.

-Ooh.

In the County Council
by-election for the seat

of Great Pelfe, the votes
cast were as follows.

Norman Anthony Swanscombe, 254.

David Patrick Walsh, 306.

I declare David Patrick
Walsh duly elected.

-It's what Maureen
would have wanted.

-Well done.

Many congratulations.

-Thanks very much.

-Those two are starting
to look like cronies.

-You can't rely on
politicians' promises, Joyce.

There'll be a Pelfe Chase
development yet, you'll see.