[Acorn TV theme]
[indistinct chatter]
[car door opens]
-Ah. Hm. -Thank you.
Thank you.
Did anyone ever tell you, you scrub up pretty well?
-Oh, I get that all the time. -Hm.
[cello music]
[men chattering]
Oh, I was waiting to hear you say that!
[Elaine laughs]
[indistinct chatter]
[music continues]
Elaine's working the room, I see.
Oh, aye. She always knew where the door marked in was.
Damian not here?
My dad's not...
-No, he's... -My step-father couldn't come.
Sadly.
Would've been hard, I suppose.
Room full of top brass.
But still, shame to miss the big night.
Cheers!
Well, it's an impressive turnout.
Ah, Detective Chief Superintendents
always get a good send-off.
It's one of the perks I think, along with, er,
healthcare and free travel.
You could be a DCS, if you wanted.
Nah, I had the chance for promotion, didn't I? But...
No, I'm no good behind a desk, I like getting my hands dirty.
-So you do. -All the politics.
Kissing up. Glad-handing.
I don't think I'd be very good at it.
I know you wouldn't be.
Still, I doubt I'll get a crowd as big as this when I retire.
Oh, well, don't worry, I'll come.
And...I'll bring a date.
[music continues]
So, Elaine, how are you settling into your new place?
On the whole everyone's been very welcoming.
Ah, well, anyway, I'm sure you have a plan
to win around the doubters.
I really should mix.
Of course, please don't let me get in your way.
Oh!
Enjoying yourself?
I am, thank you.
Must be nice, retiring on a high.
The great and the good,
lining up to wish you well.
Oh, don't be coy. It's boring.
Have you any idea the damage you've done?
The pain you've caused?
Have a lovely evening.
[music continues]
Oh, young Barnaby!
-What're you doing here? -Representing the station, sir.
Oh, no need to be so formal. DCI Cabot will do very nicely.
[Barnaby chuckles]
The DCI was my boss
when I was on a training secondment at Causton,
a good few years ago now.
-Mhm-hm. Sebastian. -Sarah.
-The better half? -By a country mile.
[Sebastian laughs]
I didn't realise you knew DCS Bennet.
[Tom]Only by reputation.
Oh, well, she certainly has one of those.
-She has? -[Sebastian]Oh.
An ability to be front and centre at all times, you know.
There was, there was never a committee
that she didn't want to chair
or an initiative she didn't want to be the face of.
And now she's your new neighbour at Challis Court, I understand?
-Uh-uh. -Challis Court?
Oh, it's a retirement home for old bill like me.
What, you're all ex-police officers?
Oh, it's a pre-requisite. It's run by a charity.
You know, a committee that vets the applicants and things.
They're very picky about who they let in.
Or, or they used to be.
[glass clinking]
Ladies and gentlemen.
Well, some gentlemen, and maybe a few rogues.
[laughter]
When I first graduated from Hendon,
the force was very different to what it is today.
I think we've all come a long way since then.
Now I am retiring and looking forward to...
Well, who knows what.
But I'm delighted to have moved into Challis Court.
It's the next phase of my life...
and I can't wait for it to begin.
Cheers!
-[male #1]Cheers! -[female #1]Cheers!
[applauding]
That Sebastian chap seems nice.
-DCI Cabot? -Hm.
You know, even though that secondment wasn't very long,
he taught me a lot.
-Oh, yeah? -[female #2]Your jacket, sir.
Thank you.
He taught me to listen,
not just to what is being said but to what isn't.
And he taught me to follow where the evidence leads,
not where you think it ought to go.
But mostly,
he taught me the importance of wearing a self-tied bowtie.
And that's important?
Because now I can...
do this...
[sighing]
which I think puts me just the right side of louche.
I've always had a thing for that look.
Ah. Lucky me.
Well, take me home and I'll show you how lucky.
[Tom laughing]
[indistinct chatter]
[mellow music]
[car engine sputtering]
[birds chirping]
[engine revving]
[car crashes]
[dramatic music]
[theme music]
[music continues]
I need a criminal.
-Okay. -You said you'd sort it.
-And I will. Sarah-- -When?
It's less than a week until the County Fair,
all the other stalls and displays are done and dusted,
I've got the sponges and the stocks and I just need--
-A criminal. -Yes, please.
I know this is important to you.
It's my first County Fair as chair of the committee.
[phone rings]
Leave it with me.
Winter...
I'll meet you there.
I just want it to go well.
It will be spectacular.
Trust me.
Have I ever let you down?
Tell your mother she doesn't have to answer that.
[mellow music]
Sir.
No sign of braking.
Or any attempt to make the turn.
She just...
Has all the hallmarks of being deliberate, don't you think?
Hmm. Suicide?
I'm afraid this didn't do her much good.
Massive trauma to the head and thorax.
Death would've been instantaneous.
-No seatbelt? -[Fleur]Doesn't look like it.
So, no attempt to make the turn.
She just floors it and deliberately drives into a tree.
Not quite.
It's why I thought you might be interested.
- [Fleur]Brake cable. -Someone cut it?
I have heard of foxes gnawing them.
Hooligans.
But this...
it's too clean.
Murder?
Yes.
I was at her retirement party last night.
She said she couldn't wait for the next phase of her life.
[engine revving]
[pensive music]
[car doors opens]
[car doors shuts]
Bet that goes down well with the neighbours.
[knocking on the door]
[Tom]DCI Barnaby. This is DS Winter.
Uh... I'm Mathilda. Matty.
Elaine was my step-mum.
Can I speak to your father?
Be gentle.
[Tom]Mr. Bennet?
I was asleep.
Elaine was gone when I woke up.
Which was when?
Sometime after 9:00.
We have two witnesses who saw your car
driving away at about 5:00 this morning.
5:00?
[Lionel]Here.
Get that down you.
Can you think why she would leave that early?
No.
And your wife didn't wake you?
No!
I was...sleeping heavily.
You didn't hear her get up? You didn't hear her leave?
No!
Had you been drinking, Mr. Bennet?
-Is this really necessary? -Lionel. It's alright.
Yes, I had, I...
passed out, okay?
I was in the study,
when I woke, our car had gone.
Now, how about you answer a few of my questions.
Like, why was she out so early?
Why did she crash?
Was it an accident?
Had she been drinking?
Can someone, somewhere,
please tell me what the hell is going on?
It wasn't an accident, Mr. Bennet.
[dramatic music]
I don't understand. Their car?
But that means someone deliberately...
I'm sorry.
Did you know her?
No, I'm afraid I didn't.
She was funny, you know?
And tough.
And just who dad needed after mum left.
That can't've been easy.
I was just a kid and took it badly.
Elaine was a, a Godsend.
She'd had Lionel a few years earlier,
see, so they were both single parents.
Dad adopted Lionel and we made a whole family.
They were well suited.
Neither of their, their marriages
had survived them being on the job.
I think she was relieved when I trained to be an accountant.
She didn't want either of us following her into the force.
She'd seen what it can do.
-So Lionel is a... -A landscape gardener.
-Hm. -He's good.
Got a real eye. He's doing that development next door.
Oh, we saw it coming in.
At least Lionel's with him.
He doesn't drink so much if someone's there.
Must've been a strain on a marriage.
They rowed, yeah. Anyone would.
A lot?
More so recently, but...
dad could never hurt Elaine.
He adored her and this is going to break him.
-You said brake cable? -We believe so.
Then start by finding who smashed the windscreen
three weeks ago.
[pensive music]
Why didn't you go with her to the party?
I didn't fancy it.
Not really my scene.
So you went instead?
That's right.
And what happened after the party?
I'd driven here.
Mum drove us to the party and back.
In her car?
Our car.
And then?
I picked up my van and...went home.
-What time? -Just after midnight.
And you were here all the time?
Do you think, erm...
she enjoyed last night?
Yes. I do.
[clicks tongue]
Well...
that's...something, isn't it?
Hm.
The car had been damaged before?
-Mm-hm. -Did they report it?
Damian Bennet was all for it, but Elaine didn't want to.
-Why not? -No idea. They rowed about it.
They rowed quite a lot I gather.
Get onto the garage, see what the damage was,
and if it included anything other than the windscreen.
Like the brakes?
Have you any idea how hard it is to get into this place?
Why, are you thinking of applying, sir?
In many years from now, obviously. Decades...
You'd've thought someone like DCS Bennet
would've been welcomed with open arms, wouldn't you?
She wasn't?
Something someone said last night.
Probably nothing.
Murdered?
But who would...
We have to tell the police.
We can't.
He'll know it was us.
What if he comes after you?
-Jen. -Or Freya?
-[Tom]She had what? -[Fleur]Groedinger's disease.
-Which is? -An inherited condition.
Over time, the brain cells begin to waste away.
Symptoms don't usually appear until middle age.
It starts with loss of balance, and goes downhill from there.
Eventually, you lose the ability to...
walk, talk, swallow.
Is there a cure?
None. It's cruel and horrid.
And, by my reckoning, Elaine Bennet was in the early stages.
You said it's inherited. So could she pass it on?
There's a fifty-fifty chance.
They generally advise sufferers to tell,
so the kids can get tested.
But not everyone does.
So if you're asking questions...
don't go charging in with your size tens.
As if. Would anyone else know about this?
Her husband, maybe.
Her GP, definitely.
Do we know who that is?
Erm, a Doctor...
Ruth Cabot.
Thank you, Fleur.
Sir, I've got three different people
who say that they saw the Bennet's car arriving back
at Challis Court around midnight.
So, whoever tampered with the brakes
did it sometime after that.
Hm.
You can't just walk into Challis Court.
The gates are locked and you need a fob.
Someone could've scaled the wall.
That's better than the alternative.
That the killer was inside all along
and we're looking for an ex-officer.
[dramatic music]
That we are here today at all...
is a testament to the wonders of science.
Not that long ago, this entire field was a waste ground.
Badly polluted and good for nothing.
Even today, only a handful of people are allowed onto it.
But something called bio-remediation
is turning that all around.
And with my team of talented, dedicated people,
we can turn something toxic
into something we can all be proud of.
[applause]
Bio-remediation?
Hmm, using micro-organisms and bacteria
and that sort of thing to help
reclaim polluted land and rivers.
They feed on the pollution and clear it up.
Not a chemical in sight.
-[Tom]Very impressive, Winter. -Thank you, sir.
-I meant the science. -Well, of course you did.
Inspector?
There's something I should've told you from before.
-About Sam Engells. -Who's he?
He used to work for me, but I found out
he'd been in prison and he lied about it.
The thing is, my clients, they trust me, you know?
-If they found out about-- -And you fired him.
I'm worried he might have something
to do with my mother's death.
-Why? -She remembered him.
From when he'd been nicked?
And she told me.
So, he blamed her for losing his job?
Do you know where we can find him?
[Mathilda]Giles?
Giles?
I'm still waiting for that breakdown.
Oh, I'm, I'm so sorry, I know
y-you've got a lot on your mind.
-I'll get it to you. -The audit's in a week.
The last thing I need right now is the taxman on my back.
I know.
Don't, don't worry.
[Tom]Giles Franklyn?
DCI Barnaby. DS Winter.
You're the treasurer at Challis Court, is that right?
Yes. Is this about Elaine Bennet?
Shocking business.
-How can I help? -You rowed with her last night.
-It wasn't really a row. -No?
Well, I-I told her I didn't like her complaining about my dog.
Simba barks at night. Well, not often but, er...
Er, she said...
if he did it again, she'd apply to have him...
I don't know, evicted.
-She can do that? -I doubt it.
I told her that if she wanted a fight,
Simba and me had faced a lot worse.
[Giles chuckles softly]
I was a dog handler.
Twenty-three years on the force.
-Hm. -The last three...with Simba.
Huh? And then,
when they invalided me out, I took him with me.
I tried stopping a getaway car with my hip.
[Giles laughs]
Not a great success.
But after, when my wife passed,
he was...yeah, my pal.
You know...
you're with someone for 40 years,
and suddenly you're...
[Giles laughs]
Don't get old, gentlemen.
It's a bit rubbish.
[instrumental music]
I knew about the Groedinger's, of course.
It's why Elaine wanted to move here.
-To Challis Court? -Hmm.
She said she'd feel safer here.
She'd begun to experience early symptoms.
I mean, nothing bad yet but...
she knew what was coming.
What about the family? Did they know?
Oh, absolutely.
And Damian knew, of course.
Not that that helped particularly.
How do you mean?
To care for someone, you...
you have to be able to put them first.
And Damian couldn't?
Not that I could see.
You know, ten years ago last April,
he was out there...gardening...
cerebral haemorrhage,
no warning.
I'm sorry.
Afterwards, it wasn't easy, but we managed.
We're a team, you see?
He's made a remarkable recovery, considering.
So, to mark the anniversary,
he wanted to give something back.
A charity walk. The equivalent of here to London.
A hundred metres a day.
Oh!
And another one bites the dust.
[mellow music]
Sam Engells?
Something you said last night, sir.
You gave the impression you thought
the committee letting in Elaine Bennet was a mistake.
No, no, it wasn't Elaine that worried me.
-It was her husband. -Damian? Why?
Well, Damian Bennet used to be a police officer too.
-At Causton? -Aye, at first.
Then he was transferred. And then he left.
Under a big grey cloud.
Malfeasance, they call it.
Nice umbrella term.
He was bent?
Oh, no, not officially.
No, he, he left before anything incriminating could be proved.
He's a private investigator now.
I hear he's quite good.
What sort of incriminating things?
You remember the Goldman-Forbes job?
Yes, I blamed her.
I mean, she didn't have to tell him, did she?
Sticking her nose in like that.
If you'd just told the truth, it wouldn't've been a problem.
When I got out, last time,
I really wanted to change.
Sort my life.
I got a few jobs, cash in hand, but...
it wasn't enough.
And trying to get a proper job...
The minute they found out I'd been in prison...
And I could feel the tug, you know?
Do a couple of houses.
But I didn't want to go back.
And then I hear about this job.
-Garden labourer. -With Lionel Bennet.
So, this time I said nothing.
Just that I'd been away, travelling.
And I got the job.
A regular pay cheque.
Reckoned I'd turned the corner.
Until Elaine Bennet recognised you.
Where were you last night?
Why?
You think I had something to do with her death?
Did you?
I'll donate as soon as I get back to the station.
Or you could do it at the County Fair.
Oh, yes, that's where I do the last leg.
The Grand Finale.
-Oh, nice. -Oh.
Very resourceful, my husband.
-He always was. -Oh.
-[Charlie]Oh! -Charlie!
Calm, calm, calm, calm, calm...
calm, calm, calm...
calm, calm...
-Charlie. Charlie. Charlie. -Calm, calm, calm...
Shh, shh, shh. Shh. It's alright.
-It's alright. -Calm, calm, calm...
It's just a vase, it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter, Charlie.
Who's he?
Has he come to take me?
-No. -Nobody's come to take you.
Now, there's a smart car.
1965 red custom BMC with white interior.
If you say so.
You've got quite a collection. What's your favourite?
It was the 1969 scissor-door Manta Ray.
It was sky blue.
Only I lost it.
So, dad bought me a different car.
Hm. Nice of him.
He buys all of my cars.
Does your car have scissor-doors?
I'd be very surprised.
And you have not come to take me away?
-Charlie, no. -No.
Hey. Why don't I drive you home?
Hm.
[instrumental music]
-Come on. -See you, Charlie.
How long has he had OCD?
Oh, he was diagnosed sometime after the autism.
-He doesn't live here? -Sadly not.
No, we-we had to move him into
sheltered housing some years ago.
Ah, he can be, you know,
volatile.
And we, we couldn't cope.
It's privately run, you know, with carers.
So, he's safe.
-And he comes here often? -Mm-hm.
Mostly to visit his toy cars.
He's been obsessed with them since he was a kid.
But we look after them, you know,
so they don't get too battered.
Unlike the rest of us.
[Sebastian chuckles softly]
[mellow music]
-Sir. -Thank you.
So, Sam Engells claims he was in here all night?
Apparently, he had his...
usual three pints of IPA and then went home.
Anyone back it up?
The barman says that he thinks he remembers him,
but, erm, Engells is in here
most nights, so he wouldn't swear to it.
He said the three pints of IPA sounded about right, though.
So, Damian Bennet was a cop? He kept that quiet.
And what's all this about Goldman Forbes?
Oh, don't you remember? About 30 years ago.
I'd finished my training stint at Causton
six months earlier.
Hmm, I was four.
Please tell me you've heard of The Great Train Robbery.
They stole a train?
Yes, sir, I've heard of it.
Well, the Goldman Forbes job was just as daring.
-How much? -Just under five million.
It was all over the news for weeks.
You couldn't move round here for reporters.
Why? Goldman Forbes Bank's in the city, isn't it?
Because, they hid the money at a disused farm
out near Badger's Drift.
The plan was to hide it there
until the heat died down.
But it didn't work out that way?
No. A young PC noticed unusual amounts of traffic
on the lane leading to the farm.
But he raised the alarm with his sergeant,
they went to check it out.
[car door shuts]
[Jamie]And the Sergeant?
[Barnaby]Sebastian Cabot.
They found evidence of the gang.
Coffee mugs, newspapers, and cigarette butts.
Prints all over. Forensics had a field day.
[Jamie]And the money?
[Tom]Found in an outhouse.
[Jamie]So, what's this got to do with Damian Bennet?
[Tom]I've just found out...
he was the one who raised the alarm.
They were heroes.
Commendations. Pictures in the paper.
Interviews on the news.
Well, the press do like a good story.
And this one ran and ran. For a while, at least.
Why? What happened?
When the money was finally recovered and counted,
three hundred thousand was missing.
At first, the feeling was...
one or more of the gang
had taken it, they'd double-crossed their colleagues.
-Honour amongst thieves. -[Tom]Quite.
Except as the members of the gang were rounded up,
they all denied taking it.
Yeah, well, they would, wouldn't they?
Hmm. Over time,
a rumour spread that someone else took it.
Any idea who?
Damian Bennet.
There was never any proof, but there was a time gap between
him noticing the activity around the farm
and him telling Sergeant Cabot.
So, what if he found the money early on
before raising the alarm?
He'd be alone, uninterrupted.
He'd have both means and opportunity.
That's a lie!
You think I'd be stupid enough to take that money?
Somebody did.
Not me.
But the rumour stuck.
You didn't say you used to be on the Force.
-I didn't think it was relevant. -Why not?
I'm not the one that got killed.
You left because of malfeasance.
We both know what that means.
It means they wanted a scalp.
It was one of those, erm,
periodic drives to, you know,
root out corruption.
-My face fitted. -Why?
I bent the rules. Took a few shortcuts.
But I was never dirty.
How did your wife feel about you leaving like that?
She backed me one hundred percent.
Something like that, someone in her position,
bound to put a strain on a relationship.
-Can't've been easy. -Stop fishing, inspector.
I know the game.
Can you imagine what it was like for her?
If he's bent, maybe she is too. You know?
She didn't care.
She believed in me.
She even bankrolled me.
As a private investigator?
Just until I found my feet.
When I needed her, she was there.
And then I thought, now...
I can do the same for her.
Whatever happens.
You mean, the Groedinger's.
I didn't want her to face it on her own.
Had she told people about the diagnosis?
She didn't update her Facebook profile,
if that's what you mean.
She said...
she didn't want a fuss.
Besides...
I really don't think that's why she died.
Do you?
I don't know, yet.
[dramatic music]
What do you mean, you lost your field?
[Sarah]Farmer's pulled out. Says he doesn't want the hassle.
But it's less than a week to the fair.
[Sarah]Yeah, thanks. I'd forgotten.
What're you going to do?
[Sarah]Prayer's looking good.
Good luck. And see you later.
How's Damian Bennet?
Plausible.
Reckons he's more sinned against than sinning.
You don't like him much, do you?
I've known coppers like him
who think you can be a little bit bent.
I'm going down to records tomorrow
to pull out the Goldman Forbes files.
See what there is about him in there.
-Good. Anything? -Maybe.
Elaine Bennet's smashed windscreen.
I got onto the garage that did the repairs, like you asked.
-And? -She didn't pay for them.
Sebastian Cabot did.
[music continues]
[dog barking in distance]
[glass shattering]
[music continues]
[drill whirring]
[mellow music]
They weren't leaving anything to chance, were they?
No-one's going to retrieve anything from that.
All our records.
Everything.
Why?
-What was on the computer? -Well, basic admin.
Residents' details, applications, records...
-Including Elaine Bennet? -Of course.
You didn't have anything backed up?
We'd been discussing getting a proper system in for ages.
If-if you like, I-I could try, ah,
putting an inventory together from memory.
Umm, in case they took anything.
-Thank you. -I'll get on it right away.
Hm. Oh, it's the thing you use to, erm,
tighten a drill bit.
It's a chuck key. It looks brand new.
So, I'm wondering who bought a nice new chuck key recently?
[Sebastian] So, I paid the bill because I felt responsible.
Sit down.
You see...
it was Charlie.
-Charlie smashed the windscreen? -Yes.
-[Tom]Why? -Oh, he was cross.
You see, Elaine was here hoping she could,
you know, count on my vote.
And Charlie was, he was playing.
And Elaine said she thought he was a bit old
to be playing with toy cars.
You know, made him look babyish.
-A bit harsh, wouldn't you say? -Yeah. Unthinking, really.
But unfortunately, she accidentally broke
one of the wing mirrors off his car.
-[Tom]And? -Oh, Charlie didn't like that.
So he retaliated. Car for car.
-[Sebastian]Sort of. -And?
Well, of course, I offered to pay for the damage.
Which I, which I did. In spades.
-And? -Aha! I'm on to you.
You keep saying and in the hope that I'll just keep talking
and maybe say more than I want to.
Oh-ho! That's an old trick.
Try a new one, young Barnaby.
-And so? -Oh!
And so, is irresistible!
[Sebastian laughs]
Alright, well...
unfortunately,
Charlie was under caution...
for something that had happened a few months before.
Elaine knew that...
and she knew that Charlie was therefore vulnerable.
So, in exchange for not bringing a charge of criminal damage,
she wanted more than just the cost of the windscreen.
She wanted my vote.
-The Admissions Committee? -[Sebastian]Yes.
She knew it was going to be a close-run thing.
I voted yes, she scraped through.
-She blackmailed you. -Well...
And there was always the danger she'd come back for more.
Neatly done!
You've just got me to volunteer a motive for murder.
-Oh-oh-oh! -So I did.
Mind you, if I was the murderer, how stupid would that make me?
[mellow music]
[Lionel]Are you serious?
They think you could've done it?
You always look at the husband.
I know that.
I was sort of expecting it.
But when it actually happens,
when he looked at me, like I was--
Damian, they're just trying it on.
Poking you, you know. Seeing what you'll do.
Then maybe I need to find out who actually did it.
DCI Barnaby's not the only one around here
who knows how to investigate.
So, I went to see Charlie Cabot.
[Jamie]And?
He lives in a converted manor house near Midsomer Parva
specially kitted out, loads of support, very high end.
-You think he could've done it? -I don't see how.
The place is secure, locked down at night, CCTV, night staff.
According to Charlie's flatmates,
he was in his room all night.
-Hm, it was always a long shot. -How're you getting on?
Well, most of the original Goldman Forbes gang
are either dead or in prison,
but there is one that got away.
-[Tom]Oh? -Brian Hurst.
He'd be about 50 now.
Perhaps he's come back looking for the missing money.
Or revenge on whoever took it.
So he kills Elaine?
Unless that wasn't who he was after.
Well, Damian Bennet could just've
easily been driving that car.
How about he got the wrong Bennet?
[dramatic music]
[engine revving]
[mellow music]
Sir.
Okay. Thank you.
A speed camera out on the Marsh Wood Road
picked up a motorbike at 10:43 the night before last.
-So? -So, I ran the plates.
It's registered to Damian Bennet.
He said he was sparko in the study.
-So that would be a lie. -And I think I know why.
Several of the files have been taken
from the Goldman Forbes records.
Who was the last person to sign out the boxes?
Elaine Bennet. The day before she retired.
Elaine? Why?
Maybe Damian asked her to. To help clear his name.
Or cover his tracks.
What if there's something in those files that proves
Damian's guilt and he was using her...
to keep it hidden?
An unwitting accomplice.
Unless, of course, she found out.
[suspenseful music]
[knocking on the door]
Mr. Bennet? Police.
You're too late.
He's gone.
He wasn't answering his phone.
When I got here, his clothes, his overnight bag,
his bike, all gone.
I mean, I don't get it. Why run away?
-Why would he do that? -Why do you think?
I don't know.
My mum and him...
they were arguing more and more.
I, erm...
Go on.
I heard them...a week or so ago.
I came to drop off some garden tools
and I could hear them from outside.
And what were they saying?
I couldn't make it out.
Something to do with...
golding and downside.
Didn't mean anything to me.
Could it have been Goldman?
Could've been.
Is it important?
I've put out a recent picture and alerted the airports,
stations and ferries in case he's trying to skip the country.
Good. We'll also need phone traces, bank activity,
any and all known associates.
He knows how we do things,
which'll make it harder to find him.
Yeah, I'll get onto it.
Isn't that Billy Bevan who's developing
the land next to Challis Court?
Why's he got a file on him?
-Cobra and Panther? -Sir?
And M-S-M. Whatever that is.
This note was made the day before yesterday.
So...
What does it mean?
Perhaps he's investigating a zoo?
[instrumental music]
Or not.
Sir. Damian Bennet rented a lock-up on Downside Lane.
Look at this.
Regular payments to a commercial letting agent.
[Tom]Downside. Wasn't that--
What Lionel Bennet overheard his parents rowing about.
And that speeding camera that clocked
Damian when he said he was at home?
Half a mile from Downside Lane. I think that's where he was.
I'll drive.
[car door opens]
[car doors shuts]
[shackles clank]
Hello?
[suspenseful music]
Sir.
His own private incident room.
Hmm.
Hello?
[music continues]
[dramatic music]
[shutter clicking]
See how the skull is indented?
I'll know more when I get him to the lab.
But for now...
I'd say that's what killed him.
-A single blow? -Uh-uh.
My preliminary investigation would suggest two or three.
No defensive wounds or bruising.
I'd say the first one put him down.
And the others finished the job.
Time of death?
It's a bit soon to be sure...
but I'd say he's been dead no more than about six hours.
Hm. So somewhere between...
11:00 and when we found him at 4:30.
-Mm, hmm. -Why string him up?
A warning.
This is what happens if you cross us.
Whoever it was...
they've got a flair for the theatrical.
Very "Kiss of the Spider Woman."
And then, of course...
there's this.
Fleur.
Found a partial boot print outside.
And the padlock on the door's intact
and no sign of forced entry.
-And no signs of a struggle. -He let them right in.
[Jaime]And then get close enough to hit him.
I'm guessing because he knew them.
Hmm.
[suspenseful music]
-[Tom]Let's get that tested. -[Jaime]Sir.
What was Damian up to?
Clearing his name, I'd say.
I think he wanted to know who took the 300,000.
Yeah, if he found out, it'd prove his innocence.
Or get him killed.
If Damian Bennet took that money, he'd hardly need
his wife to bankroll his business...
and he wouldn't be privately investigating his own crime.
So why this?
Maybe the murderer made a mistake,
thought Damian was indeed guilty.
Yeah, it would explain the whole...display.
So where does the murder of Elaine Bennet fit in?
Well, maybe it's like you said, they got the wrong Bennet.
Okay, let's widen it out.
You take a look at all of his files from in there,
notes, everything, also, who was he investigating?
Who had he upset? And what the hell does
a cobra, a panther and whatever M-S-M is
have to do with all of it?
[music continues]
He always claimed to be innocent.
That someone else took the money.
But, recently, he'd become obsessed.
-Why was that, do you think? -Them moving here.
All those old cops looking at him.
The rumours, the looks.
More than ever, he was desperate to clear them up.
But he couldn't see.
The harder he tried, the more damage he did.
To their relationship?
At first, Elaine was like a...
a sort of cheerleader.
But, recently, I think she was just sick of it all.
She wanted to enjoy not working.
Spend time with her grand-daughter Freya.
Both of them.
[mellow music]
What am I going to do?
[door opens]
[birds chirping]
Where is he?
Hubby.
-Where's hubby? -Leave us alone.
[Sam]Believe me, I will.
Just as soon as I get the money I'm owed.
-We don't owe you anything. -That job was mine.
I'll call the police.
[dramatic music]
No, you won't.
Tomorrow.
Fleur.
Those traces you wanted tested.
-We've got the results back. -And?
In amongst the soil and clay
we found evidence of chicken faeces.
Chickens?
I'd say you're looking for someone
who either works on a farm, or...
rears poultry.
That should make things easier.
No, it really doesn't, but thanks.
I live to serve.
Plus, I was in the area.
Sir. I found the files that Elaine Bennet took
from the Goldman Forbes records.
One of them was Sebastian Cabot's duty statement
covering the events leading up to the raid on the farm.
"I was on duty patrolling in car Z-V-4 with PC Jack Minogue."
"We returned to the station for refreshments,
"which is when PC Bennet informed me of
suspicious activity round at the farm at Badger's Drift."
"I went out to the farm, accompanied by PC Bennet...
[clanking]
where we found the money."
"I then secured the area with PC Bennet
and called for backup."
It's exactly as he told us.
Standard routine, filing that.
So, what's the significance?
Aye, t-t-that, that's my duty statement.
A-a-and, and you say that Damian Bennet
got Elaine to take this from Records?
We think so.
Your partner, PC Minogue, do you know where we can find him?
Kylie, we used to call him. Obviously.
No, I'm afraid he died, nearly ten years ago, cancer.
Too damned young.
But why do you think Damian Bennet took this?
It's just me dotting 'i's and crossing 't's.
It's completely insignificant. What do you think?
It was one of a number of files Damian Bennet took.
Er, perhaps, the others are more significant.
And?
Damian Bennet obviously thought so,
or he, he wouldn't've taken them.
And?
[both chuckle]
You know I've been thinking, erm, 300,000
is a lot to hide, you couldn't easily hide it in
a pillowcase or in the freezer so, where did they put it?
Oh. Property, I'd say.
Buy, wait a while, and then sell, it's nice clean money.
Maybe, but Damian Bennet didn't do anything like that.
-That you know of. -Hmm.
Keep at it, young Barnaby.
-You'll crack it. -I hope so.
In the meantime, don't lose sight of the big picture.
Which is?
Well, Damian Bennet went to a lot of effort
to make it look as if he was clearing his name.
You know, pretending to be obsessed
and all that, you know...
It looked pretty real to me.
Well...
if it seems you've made it your life's mission
to find a villain,
how can that villain possibly be you?
You know, common sense says you're innocent.
-Clever, that. -Hmm.
[mellow music]
[Jaime]Nothing so far, I'm afraid, on M-S-M.
I mean, it could be someone's initials.
Er, it could be an acronym.
There are lots from mainstream media
to Miami Sound Machine.
A popular beat combo, sir, from the 1970s, I believe.
Hmm.
What about Cobra slash Panther?
Apart from the obvious,
Cobra's an old computer programming language.
Perhaps he was learning to code for some outdated reason.
-Keep at it. -Anything on William Bevan?
Oh, only what you'd expect.
Dodgy deals, suspected backhanders.
General slipperiness.
Oh, but nothing outright illegal?
[Tom]No, not so's you'd notice.
Without the land next to Challis Court
that's not a done deal, there's an appeal against it.
If it doesn't go through, he'll be on the hook for a fortune.
Hmm. Oh, there's one other thing.
Thanks. What's that?
There's nothing on William Bevan before 1995.
No tax returns. No bank details, no nothing.
-Hmm. -What's that?
[Jamie] Witness statement.
Hardware store in Newton Magna.
The owner says that,
an old guy came in four days ago
and bought a chuck key, and heavy duty drill bits.
-How did he pay? -Cash, so no record, but...
He says that he had a dog. Tied him up outside.
-Called him... -Simba!
[Simba barks]
Q-quiet!
Inspector?
I think we should talk about the heavy duty drill bits
you bought four days ago.
Er... I borrowed some money...
from the charity.
Embezzled.
That's not a word I like to use.
You see, a year ago, my injury pension was reviewed.
They couldn't touch the lump sum.
But they decided to re-band me.
Decided, I wasn't as badly injured
as they'd originally said.
-Can they do that? -Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Wrote me a letter. All very polite.
But their decision was final.
At first, I thought... I'd be okay...
make ends meet.
[exhales]
But I couldn't.
Not if I wanted to stay here.
[Giles sighs]
You know, my wife and I were very happy here.
This is where she died.
You know, sometimes I sit here
and I feel that she's with me.
Still.
I don't want to leave.
So, you stole from the charity fund.
I was always gonna give it back, you know?
-That was the plan. -What happened?
Matty Bennet was preparing the annual audit.
She does the books.
-And she noticed something. -I didn't know what to do.
She was pushing for the files and I was afraid
that she'd see what I'd...
[sighs]
I thought, if I destroyed everything...
made it look like a break in, I-I-I'd...
Hmm.
[clicks tongue]
You'll need to come with us. You'll be charged with
fraud and criminal damage and released on bail.
I understand.
Did Elaine Bennet know about your embezzling?
-Is that why you rowed? -No.
She knew nothing.
Or if she did, she never said anything to me.
Pop your shoes back on, darling.
[birds chirping]
[car door opens]
Mrs. Barnaby.
-Yes. -Billy Bevan.
I'd like to make you a proposal.
Well, what do you think?
We know Elaine Bennet wasn't averse to
a bit of blackmail to get what she wanted.
Yeah, but why blackmail Giles Franklyn?
I mean, it's not like he's rich or can do her a favour.
-It doesn't make any sense. -None of it does.
I mean, what're we looking at here? A...
a wife murdered by mistake?
Or by design? And if that's the case, why kill her husband?
What?
I'm just imagining how you'd look in the stocks.
Sam wants the money he's owed.
I thought he was gonna hit me.
I'm scared.
Don't be.
When does he want it?
Lionel...
Everything's gonna be alright.
[laughing]
[Tom]I've got you your criminal.
Particularly nasty type.
[laughs]
Oh, hi, darling.
This is my husband, John. This is Billy Bevan.
Yeah, I was at the ground breaking yesterday.
-Very impressive. -It will be.
Mr. Bevan here is my knight in shining armour .
-[William]Billy, please. -Is he indeed?
Yeah, he's offered me some land for the county fair.
Ah, next to Challis Court?
Er, no, we can't let the public onto that yet.
Authorized bods only, even I'm not allowed.
Ah, right, the bio remediation.
Very good. Er, no, this is up the hill a bit.
I'm not doing anything with that at the moment.
So, Billy thought he could help us out.
-[Sarah]Isn't that generous? -Very.
Plus, I'm sure it'll play well with the council.
Especially with any appeals lodged.
[chuckles softly]
-I should be going. -[Sarah]I'll see you out.
[Sarah]Thank you so much for your help.
I really appreciate it. It's wonderful.
Thank you so much. I just can't thank you enough.
[William]Not a problem, and thank you so much
for inviting me in.
[Sarah]You're a life saver! Really, you are.
I didn't know what we were going to do.
[William]I'm glad I can help.
-[Sarah]Take care. -[William]Have a good day.
[Sarah]Alright. Thank you, buh-bye.
[blows nose]
You did what?
Sent the glass off to forensics.
William Bevan might not've existed before 1995...
But maybe a record of his fingerprints does.
[birds chirp]
[Lionel]Sam?
Have you come looking for money?
-You think I owe you? -Yeah.
[thud]
You threaten my wife? My daughter? Eh?
You think you can do that? Listen. Listen to me.
You'd better hope that nothing happens to either of them.
Because, my friend, if Jenny gets robbed,
or the car gets broken into,
or Freya so much as grazes her knee...
I'm holding you responsible.
-You got that? Leave us alone. -Yeah.
[Sam groans]
[suspenseful music]
Really?
Well, what do you know?
Yeah, thanks, I owe you.
[receiver clatters]
We got a match on the prints I got from William Bevan's glass.
-That was quick. -I called in a favour.
And I'm glad I did. You see...
there's a good reason there's no record
of William Bevan before 1995.
Because before that, he was someone else...
entirely.
[music continues]
[William chuckles]
[William]Thank you so much for coming, gentlemen.
I have to tell you, I think this deal's gonna be very good
for all of us.
-So... -Yeah.
I hope you haven't come all this way to see me, detective.
I don't really have the time.
I'm sure you can find the time, Mr. Hurst.
[mellow music]
I don't suppose there's any point in denying it.
At first, the idea of taking part in a heist like that
was exciting.
I was a kid, it made me feel the big man.
-So, what happened? -Cold feet.
The closer it got, the more I thought it was a crazy
idea that we'd never get away with it.
-And what did you do? -I told them I was sick.
-Day before. Some stomach bug. -They believed you?
There wasn't much they could do.
But it was fine, the job went down.
And I thought, fair dos, and that was that.
Then the money went missing and I knew I was in trouble.
-Why? -Well, I knew about the farm.
Where they stashed the money. And I'd ducked out of the job,
so, I'd double crossed them.
I knew I had to get away, fast.
And, unlike some, I'd been careful
with the money that I'd made.
Stolen.
Whatever.
I had a bit squirreled away so I ran.
And reinvented myself.
-Went straight. -By going into property?
I'd've thought the 300,000 would have set you up nicely.
I didn't take it.
Coming back here was a gamble.
Not really, I waited 25 years.
And who, after all this time, is gonna link Billy Bevan
with little Brian Hurst?
How about Damian Bennet?
Hi, Sarah.
[indistinct chatter]
-Hello there! -Oh, hello.
-Last leg. All set? -Aye.
Just point him in the right direction,
wind him up, and watch him go.
-Very, very slowly. Alright. -Brilliant, thank you.
You know, you're not bad for an old crock.
Oh, thank you very much, thank you.
Who-who-who, who are you again?
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
Did you know Damian Bennet was looking into your affairs?
I'd heard some talk.
[Jaime]And if he blew your ID, that'd be
bad for you, wouldn't it?
An ex-criminal who lied.
I'm sure your investors would just melt away.
Only he didn't. Someone got to him first.
Where were you yesterday between 11:00 and 4:00?
-At home. Working. -Can you prove it?
You people, slinging your accusations around.
And you've got no proof, no evidence. Just a story.
Well, I've got one too.
I didn't know for sure about Damian
and I'm not about to kill him on the off chance.
I'm not that stupid.
So, unless you've got any else up your sleeve,
I think we're done here.
Don't you?
[instrumental music]
[indistinct chatter]
-This one'll do. -It's chocolate.
[male announcer]Hello, hello.
Testing, testing, one, two, three.
-[Sarah]Oh, hi! -[male announcer]Testing...
-It's a bit thin, isn't it? -Ah, early days.
-Isn't Jamie with you? -He's at the station.
-But what about-- -He'll be here.
-In costume? -Le tout ensemble.
Listen, er, while you're here, you could make yourself
useful and set up the stocks.
It beats being in them.
Thank you, see you later.
Well...
[music continues]
[Jaime sighing]
[mellow music]
[music continues]
[Sam]Promotion from the pub.
Two-for-one 'til ten.
Are you asking me out?
[Jaime chuckles softly]
They're doing it because their pumps were out of order
the other night.
Which means that you couldn't have
had your three pints of IPA.
Sorry, I made a mistake.
About what you drank, or where you were?
I spoke to the barman again and, this time
he was pretty sure that you weren't there at all.
You weren't, were you?
-Look, I-I didn't kill her. -So why lie?
I was at Lionel's house.
I wanted my money.
But I could see the van was gone and he wasn't there.
It was just his wife and the kiddie.
So, what did you do?
I waited.
I watched.
It felt good.
For the first time, somebody else
was gonna do what I told them.
So, what happened?
Nothing.
Nothing?
She went to bed at 11:30...
I stayed there 'til gone one, maybe a bit later.
And then I decided to call it quits.
So, you didn't see Lionel Bennet come home?
I thought I'd go back another time.
And did you?
Lionel Bennet may seem sweet.
You know, working with plants and gardens and that, but...
but underneath he's messed up.
[male announcer]Now, may I recommend that you check out
all of these stalls that we have situated...
I particularly recommend the cake stall!
Quite an achievement.
Did you ever think he wasn't gonna make it?
When he started, he said he was doing it for Charlie.
So he'd be proud of his old man.
[Tom chuckles softly]
Then I knew he'd make it.
You know, Elaine adored Lionel.
Telling him she was sick must've been incredibly difficult.
-The Groedinger's? -Hm.
Nasty business.
And then, of course, he had to get tested.
To see if he had it.
That takes guts.
[indistinct chatter]
But it all worked out fine.
I-I was delighted when Lionel had Freya.
I was telling him that the other night.
-Elaine must've been so happy. -Hmm.
Do you have children, inspector?
A little girl.
The things we do, eh?
[Tom chuckles softly]
[pensive music]
What if he's here?
Sam.
He won't bother us again.
It's over.
-Really? -Really.
I love you.
I love you, too.
No one's gonna hurt us.
Not while I'm around.
Okay?
Hi!
[telephone rings]
Sir?
Can we find out who Lionel Bennet's GP is?
I need to ask them a question.
[Jaime]Yeah, I'll get that over to you.
Speaking of, did you know that he didn't get home
until gone one the night Elaine Bennet was killed.
-[Tom]Later than he said? -[Jamie]Possibly a lot later.
[Tom]I'll talk to him. Meanwhile,
don't forget you're on in a couple of hours.
And look villainous.
-I might be a few minutes late. -[Tom]Why?
There's something I need to ask Giles Franklyn first.
[pensive music]
[doorbell rings]
Elaine Bennet was the Chair of the Pension
Review Board, wasn't she?
You blamed her for them taking your pension away.
And everything that followed, the...
the lies and the fraud, you hated her for that.
Now, now, what I'm wondering is,
whether you hated her enough to kill her?
I found out about Elaine a couple of weeks ago.
So that's what you were really arguing about
that night then, was it?
I wanted her to know, right, to understand
what she and her cronies on the Committee
had actually done, to me, and 27 others like me.
Did it make any difference?
What do you think?
But at least I told her.
-Is that all you did? -I was angry.
I had it out, face to face.
Look, do you really think I then waited until she got home,
went out in the middle of the night and cut her brake cable?
A bit elaborate.
A bit like staging a robbery to cover up your embezzlement.
The damage was done.
Killing Elaine Bennet wouldn't've changed anything.
I didn't kill her, DS Winter.
What would've been the point?
[indistinct chatter]
M-S-M!
-Are you in these? -Er, yes. Yes, that's me.
Uh...
-Quite the sportsman. -Ah. Once upon a time.
[chuckles]
Yeah, that was the day we won
the Federation Sevens Tournament.
Same day they found the Goldman Forbes money.
Hmm. Big weekend.
[Giles]As it turned out, but we wouldn't have won it.
If Kylie hadn't of scored with a drop goal in the last minute.
-Kylie? -Yes, oh, sorry.
Well, that's what we called him.
Erm, his real name was Jack.
Jack Minogue. Yeah.
The whole game was riding on it, and he was just outside the 22,
and he nailed it, calm as you like.
[mellow music]
You've got quite a collection. What's your favourite?
It was the 1969 Scissor door Manta Ray.
It was sky blue.
Only I lost it.
So, dad bought me a different car.
[music continues]
[Jamie]Sir!
Sebastian Cabot couldn't have been on duty
with Jack Minogue when Damian told him about the farm.
Jack Minogue was playing rugby.
Cabot lied on the Duty Statement.
And I'm afraid I know why.
We need to talk, sir.
Sir?
Crikey. That's a bit formal.
Can't it wait?
-Not really. -Oh, alright.
What's, what's it about?
The 1968 Panther base with the Cobra body.
It's how you hid the money you stole
from the Goldman Forbes job.
That Damian Bennet wasn't the first person
to notice activity around the farm.
I had already seen fresh tire tracks a-a few days before.
But I...
I kept it to myself and...
When I could, I watched.
[suspenseful music]
And I found it all.
It was like, it was there waiting for me.
-That's when you took it. -Aye.
[Sebastian]I didn't even stop to think.
You know, y-you-you swear you'll never cross the line.
But, oh, my God, it was so much.
Oh, God, there was so much.
Ah!
I needed it so badly.
You know, Charlie was just, oh, he was...
He needed help.
And I couldn't afford it, but...
He was my boy.
[chuckles]
And that was the miracle I needed.
And then what?
Well, I, I hid the money. Miles away.
And then I started to think straight and I was worried.
Because I'd left fresh tire tracks
and-and, and footprints, in the mud, you know.
All physical evidence that forensics was bound to find.
Anyway, I-I went back to the station...
Where PC Bennet was waiting for you?
Mm-hm.
[chuckles softly]
And when he said that he was suspicious
and that we should check out the farm,
it all clicked into place, that...
that was the other miracle that I needed.
So, I said we'd go together.
That we'd discover it together.
[Tom]And that way you'd have a legitimate explanation
For any forensic evidence you'd left
behind when you were there before.
[Sebastian]Exactly, ah-huh.
[Tom]Plus an entirely unwitting, innocent scapegoat.
Er, no. No, no, no, t-that...
That wasn't the plan.
Mind you, when they began to ask questions later
then it was easier to start a-a rumour.
And, of course, by that time
Damian had acquired a reputation.
On the day, you had to fill out a duty statement
to account for the time that you were actually stealing the money
and you lied about being on patrol with PC Jack Minogue.
Mm-hm. No, I-I realised a few days
later that I'd made a mistake.
I-I... I couldn't have been on patrol with Kylie because...
he was in the...
The Sevens Team.
But I'd already submitted the report.
So, I just had to hope that n-nobody noticed.
And they didn't.
[chuckles]
But-but you did.
Then you had to hide the money.
Aye. B-by then, u-uh, Charlie, uh,
was obsessed with the toy cars and so...
So you bought collectors' items?
Aye, bought and-and sold.
Anonymously, o-of course.
When we needed a lump sum.
Like the scissor door Manta Ray?
The one that Charlie thought he'd lost?
[chuckles]
I got nearly thirty grand for that. Imagine.
Damian Bennet was close to putting it all together.
He knew what you'd done, he just needed the proof.
Oh. I-I didn't know that.
And if you had?
Oh! Do you really think I could've killed him?
[Sebastian chuckles]
[Tom]How about your wife? [Sebastian]Oh!
[Sebastian chuckles]
Of course not!
And she was with me all night.
Besides, she-she had no idea.
-That you stole the cash? -No.
She must've suspected, all that money over the years.
Ah. Suspicion is different from collusion.
No, she didn't know, John.
[mellow music]
I told you you'd crack it.
[clicks tongue]
You know I'm going to have to arrest you.
Aye. Aye, of course.
Can I just ask one last favour?
For-for, for old time's sake?
[applause]
[all cheering]
You're a terrible old softie.
[Charlie]Yeah!
-[Charlie]Well done, dad! -Winter told me.
Yeah, well, I figured he wasn't going to make a run for it.
Thank you. Ah-ha, Charlie.
Ah, Charlie. Y-your old man's going to have to go away
for a wee while, so, I want you to be strong.
Can you, can you do that now, Charlie?
Where're you going?
T-these gentlemen are going to look after me.
-For how long? -Ah, well, I'm not sure--
-I don't want you to go! -Charlie...
Just look after your mum, will you?
My best boy.
Sweetheart. Sorry.
-Right lads... -This way please, sir.
Thank you.
Thank you, young Barnaby.
Take him away.
[pensive music]
So, that's one mystery solved.
Now you just have to find who murdered
Elaine Bennet and her husband.
Assuming it was the same person.
And that Elaine wasn't killed by mistake.
Oh, no.
The airbag in the car deployed, remember?
When that happens, it releases particulates
into the air which get breathed in,
normally you'd expect to find traces in the lungs.
Only you didn't?
[sighs]
Not even a suggestion.
Which means she wasn't breathing.
So, I went back and looked again.
This time, I found an injury that
didn't fit the car crash narrative.
She was killed by a blow to the head.
Elaine Bennet was already dead when the car crashed?
I'd say her murderer hoped the killer blow
would get lost amongst all the other injuries.
It nearly did.
So, Elaine wasn't a mistake.
She was the intended victim all along.
[indistinct chatter]
[male announcer]Ladies and gentlemen.
If you go to the paddock area, the display of sheep dog skills
by Frank Bridgewater and his dog Bonzo has begun.
[splattering]
-[boy #1]That was so close -Thank you.
-Oh! -Come on, let's go!
Sir?
[grunts]
Just doing my bit for charity, Winter.
Oh, well...
try not to enjoy it too much.
Ahh! Oh!
You do know how this works, sir, don't you?
[sighs]
Nearly.
-Ahh! I'm not concentrating. -What's the matter?
It's this case. I-I...
I feel like I'm close, but every time
I think I've got a handle on it.
Well, something'll turn up.
-Maybe. -Well... well, look at me.
One minute I'm worrying about whether we're gonna have
anywhere to stage all this and then the next...
-God bless Billy Bevan. -He's a very interesting man.
Yes, he is.
He was telling me the other night,
you know that land he's developing?
It was unusable until he reclaimed it.
Oh, the bio remediation, yeah, ask Winter, he's the expert.
Really? All I know is that they use chicken poo.
Say that again.
Well, the bio whatever it's called remediation thing.
Apparently, they use chicken poo to clean up the oil pollution.
Some sort of chemical reaction.
I mean, who'd have thought it?
[groans]
What was that for?
-You got one left, sir. -It'll have to wait, come on!
[sighs]
Look at us.
Still a family.
Always.
Thank you, doctor, that's very helpful.
[birds chirping]
[dramatic music]
[Jenny]Lionel!
Where're you going?
[Jaime sighing]
[panting]
[groans]
[horn honks]
[music continues]
[dog barks]
[Lionel groans]
-[Lionel]Help! Get off me! -[Giles] Simba!
[Giles]Come on, come on.
[Lionel panting]
[groans]
Well, you looked like you could do with some help.
[Tom]Well, thank you.
-Nice catch. -Old habits and all that.
He did brilliantly.
I wasn't talking about Simba!
[male announcer]In they go, one after the other.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was some textbook shepherding.
Round of applause, ladies and gentlemen.
It was the Groedinger's diagnosis, wasn't it?
What're you talking about?
Your mother assured her doctor, Ruth Cabot
that she'd told you and that you'd been tested.
Only you hadn't, had you?
I spoke to your GP just now and they confirmed it.
Why was that?
My choice.
[Tom]You were starting a family.
Why wouldn't you want to know?
Unless Elaine didn't tell you.
Your mother let you start a family without informing you
of a fatal genetic disease that you might have.
That you could pass to your daughter.
A game of Russian roulette you didn't even know
you were playing.
Might never have known, except...
Ruth Cabot unwittingly revealed it at the party.
She thought I knew.
Dr. Cabot.
She thought I'd been tested.
She said I must've been so relieved.
She kept going on and on about
how it could've gone either way.
And mum knew...
all this time.
And she said nothing.
Even when Jenny was carrying Freya.
Nothing!
How could she?
So, you confronted her.
I waited until we got to her house.
I told her...
fifty-fifty, I'd got it.
Fifty-fifty Freya would grow up
with a terminally ill parent.
That she could have it too.
I said her silence
had put my daughter's life in danger.
My baby.
Then what happened?
She said she didn't tell me to begin with because...
she didn't want me to have that burden...
of knowing.
-I was protecting you! -By lying?
[Lionel]By casting a shadow
over my whole life.
[Lionel]Then Jenny got pregnant and she said...
she said she didn't dare tell me.
Because if we knew, we might terminate the pregnancy.
And she couldn't have that.
Not her grandchild.
I'd just...
found out this thing.
My whole life...
turned upside down.
And she had the nerve to make it all about her.
Who the hell do you think you are?
What right do you have to decide?
And if you'd known, what then?
You think I'd just sit back
while you terminated the pregnancy?
It was my grandchild.
She wasn't just yours.
-She was mine too! -Oh, get away from me!
[thud]
[Lionel]I didn't mean for it to happen.
But she should've told me.
She shouldn't have kept it a secret.
And afterwards?
I knew I had to cover my tracks.
I thought if I could make it look like mum
wasn't the target and...
[Tom]It'd send us on a wild goose chase.
And we wouldn't look too closely at motives to kill her.
So, I cut the brake cable to make it
look like you'd got the wrong person.
Damian had a lot more enemies than mum.
But it couldn't end there, could it?
If we were really gonna believe that your mother
had been killed by accident then,
the killer had to strike again.
-Yes. -So you, what?
Killed your stepfather to keep up the pretence?
He knew. About everything.
He could've told me, he was as guilty as she was.
And then he said he was going to start investigating.
Well, I couldn't let that happen.
I was afraid he'd work out what I'd done.
I just needed a motive that you'd buy.
I knew about the missing money, of course.
And the rumours .
He told me about wanting to clear
the family name once and for all.
I've got a place.
A lockup where I've gathered all the evidence.
[Lionel]How he was investigating the missing money.
It was just what I was looking for.
So, I went to see him.
And he showed me everything.
He was excited.
He said he was about to crack it wide open.
Every police officer...
every villain going back 30 years...
I'm this close, I'm telling you.
[Damian groans]
Then it was a just a matter of making it look like
it was connected to the stolen heist money.
The 50 pound note with "payback" written on it.
-And it worked. -For a while.
[Tom]Only, you left a boot print,
and traces of the chicken dung
used to restore the land you were working on.
And the microscopic traces of blood on your clothing
which you and I both know you missed...
will clinch it.
[dramatic music]
I didn't mean for any of it to happen.
They both made a choice.
They knew what they were doing.
All of this...
it's on them.
[birds chirping]
And now you know, will you get a test?
Of course.
And if it's positive, will you tell your daughter?
When the time is right.
And when's that?
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[male announcer]Ladies and gentlemen...
The fete is now closed.
May I thank you all, for making the effort to come here today.
[Tom]Secrets and lies.
DCI Cabot lied so he could help Charlie.
Elaine Bennet kept her secret
so she could watch a grandchild grow.
-The things we do. -[male announcer]Many thanks.
[chuckles]
Terry Leaf, shouldn't you be in chokey, cooling your heels?
Well, the case collapsed. The police threw in the sponge.
[chuckles]
You're quite pleased with that one, aren't you?
-Yeah, it's pretty nifty. -Thanks, Jamie.
-Sure. -Nice work today.
Sir.
So... two arrests?
Like I said, I like getting my hands dirty.
-Well, today was a huge success. -I'm glad.
They want me to do it again next year.
Oh, that's wonderful.
So, what are you gonna do to top it?
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