Midsomer Murders (1997–…): Season 16, Episode 3 - Wild Harvest - full transcript
When the landlord of Wyvern House meets a brutal and untimely death in his own woods, many aspersions are cast.
Come on, Ferdy, get a wriggle
on!
OK, that is three caprese salads
and one ginger scallops.
Yes, Chef.
Amy, let me look at those.
Service!
Table Five says the lamb's
underdone. Tell them they're wrong.
Ready to go!
That's for you, madam.
And also for you, sir.
Lovely, thanks.
Excuse me, sir.
Sir?
Where is my ravioli?
Roast duck and pomegranate salads
coming up.
Amy, your father's here.
Go and find out what he wants.
Nope, too busy.
Check on, Chef.
OK. Three classic cocktails,
one herb chicken and a venison.
Yes, Chef.
Good evening, Martin.
This is an unexpected pleasure.
I'm afraid this table is reserved,
but I'll get another one set up for you.
I thought I'd look in and see how
you're doing. Very nicely, it seems.
Have you decided
what you'd like to eat?
I have a hankering for truffles.
I'm afraid we don't have truffles
on the menu.
Really?
I'm surprised.
Olly here has a nose for them, you
know.
Well, if you've no truffles, I'll be off.
Don't really fancy anything else.
This is for you.
What is it?
Business matter.
It'll come as a bit of a shock,
I'm afraid.
Come on, Olly. Come on. Good boy.
Good boy. Come on.
Nick.
Leave those and get up here.
Morels!
Isn't that Martin Strickland's land?
So?
Don't be such a wimp and come help
me.
Darling?
Mm?
Could you pass me that cushion?
Mm.
Thank you.
And the footstool.
What happened to "I'm not ill"?
Ah, so you were listening!
Fair enough, I will try to stop
fussing.
Hey, boy, do you like your new bowl?
Apparently not.
He hardly ate anything yesterday,
either.
Maybe he's ordered a takeaway.
There's a body in the woods
over at Midsomer Wyvern, sir.
Hello, Sykesy. How you doing, boy?
Hello, Charlie. How is your lovely
landlady?
At the crime scene. You're up early.
I thought you were on maternity leave.
My first day.
You're meant to be taking it easy.
Yes, darling, of course.
Keep an eye on her, Sykes,
and eat your breakfast.
He's off his food.
See you.
Local farmer by the name of Martin
Strickland.
A woman who lives nearby
found the body tied to the tree
and called it in at 6:23am.
At 7:05, there was another call,
anonymous, from a phone box in Causton.
The victim's wallet and mobile
were still in his pockets.
I'll check his calls once
the phone's been processed.
Footprints, two different sets.
Look quite fresh.
See they make casts. Initial
thoughts, Kate?
He died some time between midnight
and 2am.
No sign of head injury.
I won't be able to say whether he's been
shot until I get him back on the slab.
But most of his chest and stomach
are gone.
Not to get too technical about it,
I'd say he's been eaten by something.
Before or after death?
Before, unfortunately.
Maybe a big cat?
There are meant to be dozens
roaming wild all over the place.
Pumas, mostly.
Does your Book of Urban Myths also say
pumas are good at tying knots?
This is murder.
Sir!
Come on, guys, half an hour
till service.
Where's my crayfish?
Five minutes, Chef.
Ferdy, how long for that lettuce?
You said be thorough.
Nick? It's split.
No, it's not.
Start again.
Shall I do the rillettes, Chef,
since Nick's gonna be behind?
Yes. Thank you, Amy.
Morning! It's your friendly local
butcher,
with all the choicest cuts and
juiciest gossip.
Let's see what you've got.
Are you sure this beef's
been hung for long enough?
I strung it up myself, 28 days ago.
It's not the Belted Galloway
I asked for, though.
Boss said he won't be able to get his hands
on any of that until next week at the earliest.
If the Riverside Inn's got Galloway on
the menu before that, there'll be trouble.
Ruth, we wouldn't do that to our
best customer. Sign here, please.
Ferdy!
Ta.
Get this meat in the chiller.
Did she believe you about the beef?
I can't keep this up much longer,
Johnny.
Last time, I promise. Thanks,
Stephanie.
You're a star.
Over there, I think.
Yes?
Lizzy Thornfield?
Yes.
May we come in?
What were you doing out in the woods
so early this morning, Ms Thornfield?
Collecting firewood.
Before anyone was around to stop
you?
You recognised Martin Strickland straightaway.
How well did you know him?
Better than I wanted to.
You disliked him? Why?
Arrogant landowners aren't my type.
Did you hear anything unusual
in the woods last night?
There were some gunshots.
Around midnight. I assumed it was
poachers.
Wild Oats and Ginseng.
Very good for your libido.
Do you want me to come with you
to see Mrs Strickland?
You stay here until Forensics are
ready to release the victim's phone.
I guess it only takes one of us
to break bad news.
Look what's just arrived.
Wild Harvest. Huh?
"This year's must-have book from
one of Britain's most exciting chefs.
Destined to become an instant
classic."
Let me take a look.
I'm still not sure about the cover.
It's fabulous - hello, bestseller
list.
It looks amazing.
Cool.
I'm sure the author will be happy to
sign them. Later.
Come on now, everyone, back to work!
Come on, there's service in ten
minutes!
Tout de suite! Come on, kids! Come
on!
An animal attack?
That doesn't make sense.
We're still trying to establish
exactly what happened,
but I'm afraid there's not much
doubt that your husband was murdered.
Do you have any idea what he might have been
doing out in the woods so late at night?
I would say taking Olly for a walk,
but he brought him back about ten.
And then went out again?
Didn't that strike you as odd?
Not particularly.
We have problems with poachers. And it's only
a couple of nights since the truffles were stolen.
Truffles?
About £10,000 worth, Martin said.
All dug up overnight.
Did he report it?
I assume so.
And this morning - weren't you alarmed when
you realised your husband hadn't come home?
I didn't realise.
Although, come to think of it,
Olly was whining to go out.
Martin very often slept in the spare
room.
We keep very different hours, and he
snores...
..used to snore.
Had Mr Strickland fallen out with
anyone lately?
Probably. He usually had.
There was something going on
with the restaurant people, I believe.
Which restaurant would that be?
Wyvern House.
Used to be the family home, once upon
a time. We still own the freehold.
What was the dispute about?
I really don't know.
Do you have any children, Mrs
Strickland?
No.
Martin does have a daughter
from his first marriage.
She works at Wyvern House, as it
happens.
I suppose I really ought to call the
poor girl.
Well done, everybody. Really well
done.
Nick?
The scallops for Table Two were
cooked for 15 seconds too long.
Amy, you mangled
a perfectly good partridge breast
and your creme anglaise was runny.
But generally, excellent work.
Sorry.
Camilla, what do you want?
What?
And let me know when you've traced
the number. Thanks.
What's up, Charlie boy?
Martin Strickland's last phone call
was to an agricultural supplies company.
So? He's a farmer.
The call was placed at 11:13 at
night.
What do you farm here?
Beef cattle, mostly.
And Martin ran some commercial
shoots up in the woods -
pheasant, deer, wild boar, that kind
of thing.
Camilla, do you know where Martin
is? I've not seen him all morning.
Martin's dead, Jamie.
Oh, my God, that's terrible!
Sorry, sir, you are?
Jamie... Weston.
Jamie worked for Martin.
Well... for me now, I suppose.
Excuse me.
Nelson?
'Sir, Strickland's phone lists his last call
as an agricultural supplies company.'
But it turns out the number actually belongs to an
Angela Linklater, landlady of the village pub.
Make mine a half.
'Sir.'
Angela Linklater?
That's me. Ooh!
Come to do a spot check on my pumps
and barrels, have you?
Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby,
Causton CID, this is DS Nelson.
Could you tell me the nature of the phone
call you received from Martin Strickland,
just after eleven o'clock last
night?
Why do you want to know?
Because Mr Strickland was found
murdered early this morning.
Oh, God!
No.
The phone call?
Erm...
he just rang to say good night.
Sorry.
I take it your relationship with Mr
Strickland was a close one?
Nothing serious.
But we'd been seeing each other for
a while.
Your number was stored in his phone
as "Agricultural Suppliers".
Was that to keep it hidden from his
wife?
Shall we?
I didn't know he'd done that.
But I suppose so, yes.
When did you last see him?
Erm... he came in for a drink last
night around nine.
He wanted to spend the night,
but I was shattered, so I said no.
How often did he stay at yours?
A couple of times a week.
So surely Mrs Strickland
must have suspected something?
Of course she did.
She came in here a couple of months
ago,
and told me to stay away from her
husband, or she'd be back with a shotgun.
What did you say?
I told her she needed to talk to her
husband before she started shooting people.
Do you know if she did?
Talk to her husband, that is?
I doubt it.
The last thing Camilla wanted was
a divorce. I mean, where would she
keep her horse?
Sorry.
Do you mind telling us your movements
last night, after Mr Strickland left?
I was in the bar until eleven, then
clearing up.
Martin called, I suppose,
hoping I'd changed my mind.
And then I went to bed.
You live on the premises?
Alone?
With my son.
Was he at home last night?
Ferdy works at his father's place,
Wyvern House.
He doesn't usually get back till
gone midnight.
Wyvern House is Ruth Cameron's
restaurant, isn't it?
She's married to Johnny, my ex.
Don't worry, it's all very
civilised.
Are we safe now, do you think?
Unless Martin shared his plan with
his wife.
But dreadful thing to happen, of
course.
Though it couldn't have happened
to a nastier man. No.
Johnny?
If you know something you're not
telling me...
You'd better look at this.
He died of multiple penetrating
injuries,
but no sign of gunshot or knife
wounds.
The torso's a mess,
bite marks and saliva everywhere.
Nasty.
He'd ingested a hefty dose of Valerian,
as well as a fair bit of alcohol.
Valerian?
A natural sleeping remedy.
But here's the really strange part.
The torso was smeared with
a viscous substance before the attack.
I've sent samples off for testing,
but I am pretty sure it's truffle oil.
That's crazy.
They use pigs to hunt for truffles
on the continent, don't they?
Yes, they do.
You think Martin Strickland was
eaten by a pig?
Not a pig.
An ancient relative -
a wild boar.
Camilla Strickland
said there are some in the woods.
So Martin Strickland is drugged
and tied to a tree...
..possibly at gunpoint.
Then daubed with an oil
the killer knows will prove irresistible
to a large, omnivorous wild
animal...
..and abandoned to his fate.
Hard to think of a more horrible way
to die.
Come in.
Tea?
No, thanks.
When did it happen?
Early hours of this morning, the
police think.
I called you as soon as I knew.
I'm very sorry, Amy.
He was very fond of you, you know,
in spite of everything.
Yes.
And of course, you'll always be
welcome here.
Oh, dear, you don't know, do you?
Know what?
Dad left everything to me.
Anything on this morning's anonymous
call?
An adult male. Probably
holding his nose.
But I could've told you that.
What's next?
A visit to the farm.
The cartridges we found in the wood.
What's the betting
they match one of their shotguns?
Head over and start the search at Jamie
Weston's cottage. Take Phillips with you.
I'll go and see...
You two!
I'm sorry, Camilla. But you're not
going to find anything.
Are you Amy Strickland?
Yes, are you the police?
Why don't you go and have a chat
with Detective Sergeant Nelson?
Now, Mrs Strickland...
why don't you tell what's going on?
Why didn't you go and speak to your
father when he came into the
restaurant last night?
I wish I had now, of course. But I
was busy.
Were you and he close?
Very, when I was a little girl.
And again when my mother died.
Then he married Camilla.
And that put a strain on your
relationship?
Yes.
But I think he was starting to realise that
she was only interested in his money.
Sorry, I probably shouldn't have
said that.
Did you and Mr Strickland
never discuss his will?
No.
I trusted him to do the right thing.
Big mistake.
He always doted on that girl,
despite the way she treated us both.
They barely spoke for years,
except when Amy wanted some money.
But they'd been getting on better,
lately?
And your relationship with your
husband? Any recent disagreements?
No. Or at least, no more than usual.
But you knew about his affair
with Angela Linklater, didn't you?
You should have told me about that,
you know.
I was trying to preserve a little
dignity.
James Weston? We have a warrant to
search these premises.
Standard twelve-bore.
Many people round here got 'em.
When were they last fired?
Um... I went out Sunday, after
rabbits.
Nothing seems to be missing.
If you say so.
I thought you said he was eaten, not
shot?
Several shotgun cartridges
were found near the body.
Is there another key to this
cupboard, besides the one on your
husband's key-ring?
I really have no idea.
Good book?
You don't catch me reading books
about meat in my free time, do you?
You know, I swear you dream about
food.
What's wrong?
This.
She's stolen all my recipes, Steph.
Amy! We didn't expect you back
today.
I didn't want to leave you in the
lurch.
You're mad. I'd have taken the week
off.
I'm sure.
Ferdy.
You sure you don't want one, mate?
Sure, thanks.
Rough day.
I need to get back.
After what she's done to you? If you won't
quit, at least take the night off!
I can't, not with Amy gone.
Are you gonna be Ruth Cameron's
lapdog all your life?
Let the man make his own decisions.
Not until I can trust him to make
the right ones.
She's always been like this.
Another kid was nasty to me in the
playground,
my little sister would beat 'em up.
He won't say anything to her about
it, I know he won't.
Hey, um... the police came.
They took the shotguns.
Where the hell have you been?
I didn't think you'd notice
whether I was here or not.
Since according to this...
I don't exist.
What's wrong?
Oh, nothing important. Just the fact that most
of the recipes in here are actually mine.
Terrine of three wild roots with
juniper berries.
I made that first.
The juniper berries were my idea.
Blackberry dumplings
with lavender and rosewater ice.
"My beloved granny's recipe."
I'm not your granny!
You can't talk to Ruth like that.
Stay out of this, Amy.
Game pie with whisky jelly.
"I often make this at home, for
a relaxed lunch with friends."
You don't have any friends.
You have an inflated idea
of your own importance, Nick.
These are my recipes, Ruth.
Dishes I devised, worked on and
perfected,
and you've stolen them from me!
I taught you everything you know!
And don't you forget it.
I have acknowledged your
contribution.
"Grateful thanks to my husband Johnny
and my wonderful team at Wyvern House."
I'm overwhelmed.
How many books do you think
your name would sell?
How many people would come
to Wyvern House to eat Nick Iver's food?
There is only one star in this
kitchen, and it is me, not you!
And if you don't like it, you can
get out!
And don't come back!
Traitor!
Ferdy, get me a broom!
No, no, don't touch it.
Agh!
Agh! Agh.
Let me see that.
Get off me!
You can't let Nick get away with this. I know you two
go back a long way, but he's dangerous.
That looks nasty.
Occupational hazard.
What do you want?
This is DCI Barnaby from Causton
CID, I'm DS Nelson.
We need to have a word.
Is your husband about,
Ms Cameron?
I understand Mr Strickland owned
Wvyern House, and you leased the
building from him?
That's right.
And you've been here now...?
Just over two years.
How was your relationship with Mr
Strickland?
The usual wrangles between landlord and
tenant about who was responsible for what.
But no major problems.
Do you really need me? Only we're
short-staffed in the kitchen.
If you wouldn't mind staying for
a few minutes, Ms Cameron.
I'm curious about the truffles that
were stolen from Martin Strickland's land.
What about them?
A gourmet restaurant that prides
itself on using local produce.
Did you consider buying them?
Martin did approach me,
but his prices were far too high.
Why did Mr Strickland come here last
night, then leave without eating?
He hadn't booked, and we were full.
He had a drink, we exchanged
pleasantries, and he left.
Did you speak to him, Ms Cameron?
No.
I'm not the kind of chef that spends
half their night in the dining-room,
glad-handing guests.
What time did you finish work
yesterday? About half-twelve.
Were you the last person to leave?
Apart from Ruth and my dad.
I had to do all the clearing up.
What did you do then?
I went home,
played Zombie Cannibal for a bit,
and went to bed.
I haven't tried Zombie Cannibal yet.
Is it any good?
Did you know about your mother's relationship
with Martin Strickland, Ferdy?
Everybody knew.
How did you feel about it?
I thought it was pathetic.
Why's that, then?
They're both old.
You'll be their age one day, mate.
If I am, I won't carry on like that.
Like what?
Stopping other people from sleeping,
just to prove they can still get it on.
Did you feel that Martin
was trying to replace your dad?
He would never replace my dad.
I hated Martin.
Well, he might have a cushy number
working for his dad,
but Ferdy Linklater's got a fiery
temper.
Have you let a suspect get under
your skin?
You think he's a suspect?
Everyone's a suspect at this stage.
None of the women in Martin
Strickland's life seem to care very
much that he's dead.
Check them all out.
And see what you can find in
Strickland's paperwork that relates
to Wyvern House.
There's something
Johnny Linklater isn't telling us.
He's been sinking gin and tonics
like there's no tomorrow.
Yeah, I know, Stephanie,
but somebody's got to get him home.
OK. But I want him out within the
next half an hour.
Does the name Lizzy or Elizabeth
Thornfield ring any bells?
The sort of person who might have
been on a magazine cover, a long time
ago?
There was a Beth Thornfield who was
a model... in the late '60s, maybe?
I'm impressed you remember.
I don't remember!
I taught a module on British popular
culture in the 1960s to the A-Level
history group last year.
So my childhood is history now?
How interesting.
I'll take you for a walk later.
He's been for three already today.
He's still not eaten anything,
though,
even though I gave him his favourite.
Maybe we should take him to the vet.
Here.
Take this.
Wild celery.
Do you really do this every day?
Always.
And you'll have to get used to it
now there's no Nick to come with me.
At this time in the morning?
Ah, sir.
I've been going through Martin
Strickland's stuff.
Two days before he died, he had a
meeting in Causton with "NI".
Any idea who "NI" is?
My money's on the sous-chef at
Wyvern House, Nick Iver.
And another thing.
A mocked-up press release for
"New Wyvern House".
Martin Strickland.
Back to the restaurant?
Not yet.
First, we're going on a truffle
hunt.
Do you have a moment?
Of course.
How are you feeling, Amy?
Do you need some time off after all?
No, the thing is...
my father left everything to me.
Really?
Well, congratulations,
if that doesn't seem too crass.
So I suppose that makes me your
landlady.
But that's not what I wanted to talk
about.
I'm going to have money soon, quite
a lot of it. And I want to invest in
Wyvern House.
I see.
I was thinking, we could expand the
business.
Run courses,
develop a merchandising arm, maybe?
The restaurant's wonderful, of
course, but it could be so much
more!
It's a generous offer, certainly.
What would you want in return?
A partnership.
Business and creative.
The kitchen is Ruth's domain.
I know I have a lot to learn,
but I have ideas too,
and I think together -
I'll talk to Ruth.
But we mustn't rush
into any important decisions.
I hope you both give this some
serious thought.
That there is where the truffles
were growing.
£10,000 worth, Mrs Strickland said?
So Martin claimed.
Which is madness, if you ask me.
I mean they're just mushrooms,
basically, aren't they?
What's that doing there?
Looks like a bat-box.
But that's funny, I never noticed
that before.
Nelson?
How long have you worked on the
farm, Mr Weston?
Just over four years.
And how did you get on with Martin
Strickland?
Bit of a control freak, but he was
OK,
as long as you didn't let him get to
you.
Lizzy Thornfield didn't like him
much, did she?
No, well, er...
the pair of them, they had history.
What happened?
Her dog got caught in a trap
Martin had set for the foxes.
Poor thing had to be put down.
Course, Lizzy came round to the
farm, called Martin every name under
the sun. Said...
Said what?
Nothing important.
She threatened revenge?
It were just talk.
It's a security camera.
Neat piles, Ferdy, so the cover
shows well.
Not like that!
Do I have to do this?
Yes.
How many books do you think you can
sell at an event like this? Ten? 15?
Every little helps.
Can I go now?
Yes, and start prepping the
vegetables for service. Amy will
tell you what to do.
How's Amy coping with her promotion?
Temporary promotion. We'll see.
She's got to do everything on her
own today.
She er... She came to see me
earlier.
She wants to invest in the
restaurant...
..in return for a partnership...
business and creative.
Who does she think she is?
The jumped-up little madam!
I thought that would be your
reaction.
Do ex-wives get a discount?
Angela.
I'm so sorry about Martin.
Yes, indeed.
Oh, hello.
Would you mind signing this for me,
please?
How are you bearing up?
If there's anything I can do....
Oh, stop oozing sympathy, Johnny.
I liked Martin and it was a terrible
shock, but it's not going to break
my heart.
Right.
That's the spirit.
What?
I had some last week and they were
lovely. Thank you.
Martin had a security camera hidden
in a tree.
You idiot! How did you not know?
OK.
Thank you.
Anything special you'd like me to
write inside?
"In loving memory of Max
Thornfield."
Lizzy.
Quite the celebrity these days,
aren't you, Ruth?
What would all your admirers think
if they knew the truth?
There is nothing to know.
You killed my son.
I call that something.
Could I have a copy for my Dennis,
please?
Dennis?
Yes, please.
Hi, everything OK?
Hello, darling. Yes, taking it nice
and easy.
You really don't need to ring me
quite so often. I'm fine.
Actually, I was calling to check on
Sykes.
Is he eating anything yet?
Afraid not.
I took him to the vet's,
there's nothing physically wrong.
The vet says he seems to think
he might be depressed.
Depressed? I know, I'm really
worried about him.
Try not to worry. We'll work it out.
You got me thinking about Beth
Thornfield, so I looked her up.
She was a real glamour girl, mixed
with pop stars, lived the high life.
And then she gave it all up in her
20s when she had a child.
Thank you for that. Now stop
whatever it is you're really doing
and put your feet up.
How did the book signing go?
It's done, thank goodness. I never
knew there were so many villagers.
Sold 42 copies. I told you it would
be worth it.
So, Amy, are we on schedule?
Yeah, cold starters and puddings are
done,
salads and dressings are prepped,
and the sauces are ready to go.
How long for the soup?
Five minutes.
Have you tasted it?
Did you follow the recipe exactly?
Yes. There shouldn't be a problem.
Amy?
Amy?
Johnny!
Somebody do something!
I'm sorry that you've been kept
waiting, everyone.
There's been an incident in the
kitchen, and um...
..I'm afraid you won't be getting
any lunch today.
Kitchens are really hazardous
places.
One bite of a Death Cap, and you're
a goner.
Rhubarb leaves will kill you too,
even faster than foxgloves.
Is there any evidence that Amy
Strickland had eaten rhubarb leaves,
or foxgloves?
No, but she tasted this soup
just before she died.
Wild celery and mushroom.
Was it poison, Kate?
Obviously, I can't say for sure,
yet, but I think so.
That rictus grin - I've read about
it before.
It's symptomatic of poisoning.
Can't you answer that, for God's
sake?
It'll just be another bloody
journalist.
Oi! What are you doing?
Ms Cameron, please.
Field mushrooms, Agaricus
campestris.
They're quite similar to Amanita
virosa, the Destroying Angel,
but looking at these, there doesn't
seem to be anything wrong with them.
Of course there isn't.
I picked them myself yesterday.
Are you assuming it was one of us?
Not necessarily.
I understand the suppliers' entrance
is left unlocked during the day?
And the kitchen is always deserted
around 11:15 for staff lunch.
Did Amy prepare all the ingredients
for the soup herself?
No, Ferdy prepped for her. At least,
I told him to.
I just took the stuff from the
chiller room,
where you said it would be.
Did the mushrooms all look the same
to you?
Some of them weren't darker than
others, for instance, or bigger?
No, they all looked the same.
And the other ingredients?
I chopped some stalks.
Wild celery.
I picked it myself this morning
from the riverbank.
Otherwise, onion and sweet potato
from the store, and chicken stock.
Would Amy have left the pot
unattended at any stage?
Probably. It doesn't need constant
watching, and we're so
short-staffed.
I fired my sous-chef yesterday.
Nick Iver? Why did you do that?
Professional differences.
Is this the wild celery that was
left over? Yeah.
Let me take a look at that.
That's not the plant I picked this
morning.
As I thought.
Oenanthe crocata.
Hemlock water dropwort.
"Perhaps the most poisonous plant
native to Great Britain.
The leaves smell characteristically
of celery or parsley.
The roots are the most toxic part of
the plant.
The roots are pale yellow and
composed of five or more fleshy
tubers.
They are also known by the name
'Dead Man's Fingers.'"
Ferdy.
Do you wanna tell me what these are?
They're not mine.
Oh, OK.
So when we test the bag,
we won't find your fingerprints?
Er... there's a website. With
pictures.
And they tell you which ones are
poisonous
and which ones... get you high.
I haven't hurt anyone.
Mrs Strickland?
I'm sorry, I'm just....
Why is someone targeting us like
this?
That's what we're trying to find
out.
Can you tell me
where you were this morning, please?
Out riding.
Did you meet anyone?
Jamie saw me leave and...
I met one or two people.
But no-one I knew.
Yesterday, when you found out about
the will,
you were clearly very angry.
Now that Amy's dead, the entire
estate comes to you. Did you know
that?
Yes. And what of it?
I haven't been to Wyvern House since
my wedding anniversary over a year
ago.
I disliked my stepdaughter and
you're right,
I was absolutely furious about the
will.
But that doesn't mean I killed Amy.
Thanks, love.
Cheers.
Er... what are you doing home so
early? Have you been sacked?
No.
Amy's dead, so they closed the
restaurant.
What do you mean, Amy's dead?
As in not alive any more.
Ferdy!
Poisoned soup. I was there.
It was pretty horrible, actually.
Hi. I'm looking for Stephanie
Weston. She's in the back.
Can I go through?
Got any nice marrow bones? I know
a dog who'd really appreciate one.
I'm DS Nelson. I was looking for
Nick Iver.
Maybe he's still in the flat.
I haven't seen him since this
morning.
What time was that?
Just after eight. He was still
asleep.
He had quite a lot to drink last
night.
My brother and I
had to fetch him home from the pub.
Upset at being fired, was he?
He's worked for Ruth since he was
a teenager.
What time did he get home the night
before last, do you remember?
About 11, as usual. Maybe a bit
earlier.
And where is your flat?
I'll show you.
I can't believe Amy's dead.
I mean, was it something to do with
her dad?
We don't know yet.
The night Martin Strickland died,
Stephanie thinks you got home
from the restaurant about 11. Is that
right?
Nick?
Yeah, that's right.
And you say you haven't been out at
all today?
No.
Were you and Amy friends?
Not really.
Amy didn't like taking orders from
Ruth, let alone me.
But when you work in a kitchen with
somebody, you have to get along.
Amy would have been looking
to move up into your job?
I'm sure she was,
but she'd have been disappointed.
She wasn't ready to be a sous-chef.
Ruth knew that.
Is Ruth OK?
Huh...
You're concerned about her feelings,
even though she just sacked you?
Me and Ruth go back a long way.
She didn't just give me a job, she
took me in
when I was having a really bad time.
And whatever she's done since,
I owe her.
Midsomer Wyvern must feel like
the back of beyond.
It's a long way from Hackney.
Two days before he died,
Martin Strickland was due to meet
someone with the initials "NI" at a
cafe in Causton.
Would that have been you?
Hello.
I had to get out for a bit.
You don't mind, do you?
Of course not. Can I get you
anything? A pint of whisky?
With an orange juice on the side.
It's awful, Angie. I saw that poor
girl die.
I'm sorry.
The police can't think YOU
had anything to do with it?
Who knows what they think?
And there's other stuff going on.
What do you mean?
I shouldn't come moaning to you.
I don't mind.
It turns out running a restaurant is
harder than I thought, and a lot
more expensive.
And now this.
You don't seriously think you'll
have to close?
It's possible.
And if that happens...
I think Ruth will leave me.
Still, got to keep soldiering on.
Detective Sergeant Nelson called
earlier.
Has Ferdy told you
about the magic mushrooms?
I thought hemlock acted slowly.
Didn't Socrates converse with his
executioners
as the poison paralysed his body
from the feet up?
That was poison hemlock - different
family.
Hemlock water dropwort is an
umbellifer.
It contains high levels of
oenanthotoxin, which acts on the
central nervous system,
causing seizures and respiratory
failure.
Easy to find in the wild?
It likes damp environments -
meadows, riverbanks.
I've asked for an environmental
report,
but I'd be surprised if none were
found growing within a five-mile
radius of Midsomer Wyvern.
Nick Iver would have had plenty of
time to nip into the larder while
everyone was at lunch.
But his girlfriend's given him an
alibi for the night of Martin's
murder.
Who's the girlfriend?
A butcher called Stephanie Weston.
Jamie Weston's sister.
I hope you got something nice for
supper after interviewing her.
Lamb cutlets. I thought we could do
with -
Fascinating though
your domestic arrangements are,
what did you find out about Nick
Iver's meeting with Martin
Strickland?
Nick says Martin offered him the top
spot at Wyvern House, but he said
no.
Which we can't prove or disprove,
now that Strickland's dead.
It would be unusual, though,
to murder someone
because they offered you a job?
What are you doing, love?
Nothing. When are we gonna reopen,
Johnny?
If I can't cook, I am gonna go mad.
Where did you get that?
A dinosaur pit?
It's a gift from Nelson.
Oh, well, that was kind of him.
I've been doing some research
and I think that Sykes is exhibiting
classic signs of anxiety in the face
of family change.
Well, we can't exactly turn back
now, can we?
We'll just have to show him
that he is still a valued member of
this family.
Ooh. Is that the new one?
Mm.
Any good?
Excellent, as long as you've got
five hours a day to devote to
cooking your dinner.
Oh, God, is this the fatal recipe?
Mm.
"Wild celery and mushroom soup
is one of my signature dishes.
Even when the kitchen is busy
and I have a hundred and one other
things to do,
I always try to make this one
myself."
Well, lucky for her she didn't make
it today.
Oh, I think you're right.
The poison wasn't meant for Amy.
It was Ruth Cameron that was
supposed to die!
If you're right about Ruth being the
intended victim, the killer's gonna
try again.
That's what I'm afraid of.
We should start by finding out
what the connection is
between Ruth and Martin Strickland.
The obvious one is the restaurant,
but there might be others.
Also we need to know whether Wyvern
House is in financial trouble. Check
everything.
I'll get on it.
Is this Strickland's laptop
you're trying to get into?
The CCTV footage must be in here.
Isn't it time you handed it over to
the tech guys?
They'll take forever. I'll get
there.
I'm in!
Erm... The truffles were stolen on
the night of the 10th, weren't they?
That's right.
A-ha.
Strickland's been here before. And
our thief is...
Phillips, you come with us.
The rest of you stay here, yeah?
And a hidden camera... in the woods.
We've been having cash flow
problems, suppliers were pressing
for payment.
When I found out about the truffles,
well, it seemed too good an
opportunity to pass up.
It was sheer stupidity, I see that
now.
It was theft, Mr Linklater.
Yes.
It's always struck me as odd that Mr
Strickland didn't report the crime.
Was that out of the goodness of his
heart?
He was blackmailing me.
Threatening to expose me, unless I broke
the lease and let him take over the restaurant.
With Nick Iver in charge in the
kitchen?
How much does Ms Cameron
know about all this?
She knows there's a problem about the lease,
but she doesn't know about the truffles.
Hm.
You and Ms Cameron married,
what, three years ago?
How long had you known each other
then?
18 months or so.
And when did your first marriage
break up?
Long before. Eight years? My fault.
When I left the army, I started
drinking too much.
And now?
I haven't touched a drop
in more than four years.
Is this a second marriage
for Ms Cameron, too?
No. Married to the job, until she
met me.
The scarring on your wife's um... left arm.
How did she get that?
Car crash, 20 years ago.
Drunken boyfriend at the wheel.
He died. Ruth was lucky to get out
alive.
Ms Cameron is vital to the success
of Wyvern House, isn't she?
Without her, there'd be no
restaurant. It's as simple as that.
There's a large insurance policy on
her life, presumably?
Sergeant Nelson, I'd like you to arrest
Mr Linklater and take him down to the station.
Charge him with theft
and get a statement from him.
I am calling a lawyer. Who told you
that Johnny took the truffles?
It's rubbish! Someone is out to hurt
the restaurant. Hurt me!
No-one told us your husband took the
truffles,
Ms Cameron. We have hard evidence.
But I'm afraid you're right.
Someone IS trying to hurt you.
Fatal car crash. About
1992. Teenage driver. Thanks.
Oh, it's all right, I'm on hold. National
Archives. Has Johnny been processed?
And sent home, tail between his
legs.
I want you to look into his army career -
and find out everything you can about Nick Iver.
He's from Hackney.
I've got a mate stationed there.
If Nick is as fond of Ruth as he claims,
why was he even talking to Strickland?
Oh, hello. Yes, thank you.
That's very helpful.
Could you give me the exact date
and place of death, please?
I have an idea. A new variation of
watercress mousseline.
I can't quite get the consistency right.
I think I have to reduce the...
Ruth, stop it!
Stop what?
Jabbering on about watercress mousse
wh... Mousseline, not mousse.
For God's sake! We might be about to
lose everything.
And whose fault is that?
Mine, I know. And I can't tell you
how sorry I am. But you're not helping.
You're a thief.
I'm not a thief. I stole Strickland's
bloody truffles, because I was desperate.
The Laithams' bill was overdue,
and I did a deal with them.
You run your side of things so brilliantly,
never falter, never ask for help.
I didn't want to admit what a fool
I'd been.
So you're a coward too.
If we lose Wyvern House
because of you, Johnny...
Good morning, Ms Thornfield.
I'd like to talk to you about
Valerian.
Oh. Having trouble sleeping,
Inspector?
If I were, could you sell me some?
Valerian tea, yes.
Have you sold any recently?
Not for some weeks.
And I'd remember, because I have to tell
people not to prepare it with boiling water.
Are there any other local sources of
supply?
Most health food shops sell capsules,
and the herb itself is easy enough to grow.
Is there something else...
I can help you with, gentlemen?
That first morning when you told us
Martin Strickland wasn't your type.
I'm wondering why you didn't tell us
about your dog?
A man was dead.
Fond as I was of Bailey,
it hardly seemed to be the right
moment to be talking about him.
But you understand my concern.
You're suggesting that I killed a man
because his actions led to the death of my dog?
Oh!
Do you think I'm insane?
And I didn't even know Amy
Strickland.
But you know Ruth Cameron.
What of it? It's not Ruth who's
dead.
Perhaps it was meant to be.
I see.
How much do you know...
about what happened to my son?
Max was killed 22 years ago,
when the car he was driving crashed.
There was a high level of alcohol in
his blood.
Ruth Cameron was in the passenger seat,
and escaped with... comparatively minor injuries.
That's the official version.
But I believe that Ruth was driving.
I agree.
Why?
When the car hit the tree, the impact
was on the left, the passenger side.
It doesn't make sense that the
driver died,
but the only damage to the passenger
was an injured left arm.
It was Ruth's car, you know.
A little convertible.
She wouldn't let anyone else drive,
ever.
Max hadn't even passed his test.
You think she pulled Max over
to the driving seat after the accident,
even though her arm was badly
injured?
If Ruth had been drinking as well,
she would have been desperate.
You said nothing to the police at
the time?
I was the dead boy's mother. They
didn't... they...
They wouldn't take me seriously.
Will you try to reopen the case?
Ruining Ruth's life won't bring Max
back.
They tell you time is a great
healer, but... that's a lie.
When you lose someone you love -
really, truly love...
..the pain never goes away.
We all set for tonight?
Yes, but we need to be very careful.
Why were the charges dropped?
This is DCI Barnaby, Causton CID.
OK...
I'm chasing a ballistics report.
Right.
Request number MC4723...
OK. And when did this happen?
Could you call me back, please?
Or better still, send me the report.
OK, mate. Thanks. I owe you.
Sir. We need to re-interview
one of our suspects.
Nick Iver was arrested when he was
16. Over a stabbing.
Thank you for coming in, Mr Iver.
Did I have a choice?
For the moment, yeah. Take a seat.
Yesterday, you told Sergeant Nelson that you'd
quarrelled with Ruth Cameron over her book.
You threw a jug at her and, not
entirely unreasonably, she sacked you.
That's right.
There was more to it than that,
wasn't there?
You had been talking to Martin Strickland
about taking over the restaurant.
Ruth never mentioned that.
Anyway, I told you, I turned him
down.
Can we go back to the recipes
for a moment?
Quite a lot of them have little personal stories
attached, about what they mean to Ruth.
Did she make those up?
Most of them, yeah.
So when she says she always tries to make
the wild celery and mushroom soup herself...
Is that a lie?
No. That bit's true.
You were very angry with Ruth
Cameron, weren't you?
Of course I was, but what's this got
to do with...?
Oh, God. You think I tried to poison
Ruth?
Did you?
No. I adore Ruth.
And I'm not a killer. But that's
only a matter of luck, isn't it, Mr Iver?
If that knife had gone just a fraction
deeper, your stepfather would be dead.
I was 16.
My stepfather never liked me and
I hated him.
And one day he was going on and on,
telling me only sissies liked cooking,
calling me terrible names,
and I lost it and I went for him.
Unfortunately, I had a kitchen knife
in my hand at the time.
The charges were dropped after your
stepfather changed his story.
Why did he do that?
My mother persuaded him
to say it was an accident.
He agreed, as long as I cleared out
and never came back.
Does Ruth know about this? Does
Stephanie?
No.
How did Martin Strickland find out?
He had a private investigator check
me out before he approached me.
"A routine business precaution",
he said.
Was he threatening to tell people
the true story if you didn't?
Yes.
A motive for murder, wouldn't you
say? Yeah, and he'd have deserved it.
But I didn't kill him or Amy.
And I'd never hurt Ruth.
Hello?
Calm down. I can't understand what
you're saying.
Wait there. I'm coming.
You don't think Nick did it, then?
Nick Iver has a motive for both
killings,
but his girlfriend's given him
an alibi for the first one,
and we have no concrete evidence
against him in either case.
And it doesn't fit. I mean, he
clearly has a violent temper,
but these were carefully planned,
cold-blooded murders.
Very different from throwing a jug,
or even stabbing someone in the heat
of the moment.
Not that I'm saying it's OK to throw
things at your boss, you understand.
Not even this?
I played with the 999 recording.
Remember this?
There's a dead body in
the woods on the Strickland land...
Listen.
There's a dead body in the
woods on the Strickland land
about 300 yards from the old
cottage.
Jamie Weston!
Sounds like him, doesn't it?
Ah, good work, Nelson.
I suggest you go and see
what he has to say about it.
And... ask him why Ballistics think
that three of the shotgun cartridges
found in the vicinity of Martin
Strickland's body came from one of his guns.
What's the betting he wears a size
ten shoe? Mm.
But who does the size seven belong
to? That's the question.
Honestly, Johnny. She's probably
just gone for a walk or something.
She was in the kitchen, cooking, experimenting.
And now she's just abandoned everything.
We'd had a row.
You and I used to row all
the time.
You've tried calling her?
Straight to voicemail.
Oh. Well, I think you're panicking.
Why don't you go and make us a cup
of tea?
All right.
Lizzy?
Please?
You deserve to know the truth.
I know the truth.
I-I... came to say I'm sorry.
Please go.
I loved him too, Lizzy.
Funny the way things turn out,
isn't it?
I never thought you'd come back
to Midsomer Wyvern,
and here we are, having a cup of tea
together like an old married couple.
I must go.
Ruth will be back. Just remember,
you've got a lot of grovelling to do.
I'd suggest flowers.
I'm sorry.
What for?
For being so vile to you.
You'd just had the worst few hours of your life,
and I was prattling on about mousseline.
It's what I do. I bury myself in my work,
so I don't have to deal with life.
That's not true.
It is.
Or it was. Until I met you, I didn't
have a life outside the kitchen.
I love you, Johnny.
And I don't care what you've done.
Well, as long as you haven't
murdered anyone.
I haven't. I promise.
All right?
Is that the lot?
Just one more.
Sir, Jamie Weston's offloading gear
at the pub.
With a possible wellie size seven.
Stay where you are, I'll meet you
there in half an hour.
Is this a good sign?
You know I said Sykes was displaying
classic signs of anxiety? Yes.
Apparently children can also behave
the same way in the build-up to a new baby.
They actually want to play the
parent role.
So, I er, bought him a present.
Sykes?
Hm.
That is completely bonkers.
But it seems to have worked.
What time do you want to eat?
Later, if it's OK with you.
I'm going to the pub with Nelson.
Oh, right. That's how it's gonna be
from now on, is it?
I stay here with the dog and the
baby whilst you go boozing with your mates?
No. Sykes is welcome to come to the
pub with me whenever he wants.
Uh-uh.
Feeling fit?
Evening.
There you go, Frank. Cheap at twice
the price!
Next up, a beautiful saddle of
venison.
Now, who'll start me off at £20
for a lovely bit... of Bambi?
£2.50.
Oh, Ted! Shut up!
Don't take the mick, Ted.
£20.
Thank you.
Glad somebody knows
prime meat when she sees it.
21.
22.
Any advance on 22?
Going once, going twice...
Not going anywhere at all.
So you were poaching for deer
and just fell across a body?
And then we fired at the boar, but
we were both so shaken, we didn't hit it.
Just... scared it away.
Why didn't you report finding the body immediately,
instead of waiting till the morning?
The poor bugger was beyond help,
any fool could see that.
We just needed some time to calm
down, and decide what to do for the best.
You should have come forward and
told us this!
We don't hang poachers any more!
We'd both have lost our jobs, though.
And Amy Strickland might still be
alive.
You'll be prosecuted over the
poaching and tonight's illegal auction.
You can think yourselves lucky
if you're not facing charges
of withholding evidence in a murder
enquiry.
Right, you can go. Not you, Ms
Weston.
You told me that on the night
of Martin Strickland's murder,
Nick Iver was home from work by 11.
But you don't know where he was.
You were out in the woods with your brother.
I couldn't tell you that though,
could I? And I know Nick didn't do it.
After a day
like this, I need a gin.
Dammit, I'm gonna have one too.
Johnny, no!
No!
Ms Linklater!
All done?
Not quite.
You realise that in allowing your premises to
be used for the sale of stolen property,
you have committed a criminal
offence?
What harm was it doing anyone?
You'll be hearing from us in due
course, about tonight.
Suit yourself, Mr Barnaby.
Good night.
You OK?
Hm.
I need some air.
Come on!
What?
Do you fancy a dance?
Ruth.
Come on, let's go to the garden.
Come on, I'll race you!
Come on!
Ruth?
Urgh!
Sloe gin. The residue in the glass that
they found looks like the liquid in the bottle.
Johnny was supposed to be on the wagon.
Must have slipped off last night.
Dust for prints, though I doubt
we'll find anything that shouldn't be here.
The bottle could have been switched
or tampered with days ago.
Weeks, even.
No, no. After Amy was killed, I came in here
to fetch Ruth to look at the mushrooms
and she had a drink in her hand.
It was the same colour as this.
I saw her take a swig.
That's something.
'And when did your first marriage
Long before. Married to the job.
'Martin often slept in the
spare room.
- We keep very different hours.
- I adore Ruth.
Don't worry. It's all very
civilised.'
Oh...
'They tell you that time
is a great healer, but it's a lie!'
Oh, yes.
What?
Something Lizzy Thornfield said.
Hello.
Gin and tonic, please.
I can do you one of these?
This is a pub, isn't it? I want
a proper drink.
You again?
What do you want?
Tell us what the poison was, Nick.
Can you two leave now, please?
What poison?
The one you used last night
on Ruth Cameron and Johnny Linklater.
Not Johnny!
What are you talking about?
Johnny's still alive, just, but we
need to know what the poison was.
I don't understand! Please. While
there's time to give an antidote.
No. You've got it wrong.
We know your alibi for the night
of Martin Strickland's death was
false.
Stephanie said you were at home with
her, but she was out in the woods.
I never asked her to lie for me.
Amy's death was a mistake, we know that.
And you didn't mean for Johnny to
die either. So help us to save him.
I would if I could.
But I don't know what the poison was!
Nick Iver, you'll be taken
to Causton Police Station,
where you'll be charged with the
murders of Martin Strickland, Amy...
It was belladonna.
Deadly nightshade. In the gin.
Phone the hospital. You've got to
tell them.
It wasn't meant for Johnny, was it?
I know you could never hurt Johnny.
Because you killed Martin to protect
him.
Was Martin already unconscious from the
Valerian before you tied him to the tree?
No. He thought it was a game.
He was going to destroy Johnny.
He actually boasted to me about it.
He thought I'd be pleased!
Martin didn't understand, did he?
You have to phone the hospital. Tell them!
You still loved Johnny,
all these years after he left you.
He didn't leave me. Ruth stole him!
No, she didn't. You and Dad split up
years before he met Ruth.
It wasn't her fault. And what about
Amy?
Stay out of this!
You know nothing about love,
and I don't suppose you ever will.
I had nothing against Amy.
She just got in the way.
And the kitchen's always deserted
around 11:15 for staff lunch.
You did follow the recipe exactly.
Yes!
Amy?
She was 20 years old, and she's
dead!
So you tried again.
This time, you thought
you'd make certain of your target
by poisoning Ruth's bottle of sloe
gin.
But you didn't know that that night
Johnny would start drinking again.
You have to save him!
Why aren't you phoning the hospital?
Would you have killed Johnny too,
I wonder?
When you realised he didn't love you
any more?
He does love me!
We would have been happy!
He's already dead, isn't he?
You tricked me!
Dad! I don't understand.
Lizzy Thornfield found us last night, and knew
it was deadly nightshade from the smell.
She saved our lives. I'm sorry we
couldn't tell you earlier, Ferdy.
Thank you, Nick.
That can't have been easy for you.
What was it Lizzy said that made you
realise?
"When you lose someone you truly
love, the pain never goes away."
Now, we thought this case
was about money or anger or revenge.
But it was about something
much more dangerous.
Love.
Kate got the report back on Ferdy's
magic mushrooms, by the way.
They weren't the hallucinogenic
kind.
He could smoke them, eat them on
toast, cook them in an omelette...
..they'd have had no effect.
Not so magic after all, then.
on!
OK, that is three caprese salads
and one ginger scallops.
Yes, Chef.
Amy, let me look at those.
Service!
Table Five says the lamb's
underdone. Tell them they're wrong.
Ready to go!
That's for you, madam.
And also for you, sir.
Lovely, thanks.
Excuse me, sir.
Sir?
Where is my ravioli?
Roast duck and pomegranate salads
coming up.
Amy, your father's here.
Go and find out what he wants.
Nope, too busy.
Check on, Chef.
OK. Three classic cocktails,
one herb chicken and a venison.
Yes, Chef.
Good evening, Martin.
This is an unexpected pleasure.
I'm afraid this table is reserved,
but I'll get another one set up for you.
I thought I'd look in and see how
you're doing. Very nicely, it seems.
Have you decided
what you'd like to eat?
I have a hankering for truffles.
I'm afraid we don't have truffles
on the menu.
Really?
I'm surprised.
Olly here has a nose for them, you
know.
Well, if you've no truffles, I'll be off.
Don't really fancy anything else.
This is for you.
What is it?
Business matter.
It'll come as a bit of a shock,
I'm afraid.
Come on, Olly. Come on. Good boy.
Good boy. Come on.
Nick.
Leave those and get up here.
Morels!
Isn't that Martin Strickland's land?
So?
Don't be such a wimp and come help
me.
Darling?
Mm?
Could you pass me that cushion?
Mm.
Thank you.
And the footstool.
What happened to "I'm not ill"?
Ah, so you were listening!
Fair enough, I will try to stop
fussing.
Hey, boy, do you like your new bowl?
Apparently not.
He hardly ate anything yesterday,
either.
Maybe he's ordered a takeaway.
There's a body in the woods
over at Midsomer Wyvern, sir.
Hello, Sykesy. How you doing, boy?
Hello, Charlie. How is your lovely
landlady?
At the crime scene. You're up early.
I thought you were on maternity leave.
My first day.
You're meant to be taking it easy.
Yes, darling, of course.
Keep an eye on her, Sykes,
and eat your breakfast.
He's off his food.
See you.
Local farmer by the name of Martin
Strickland.
A woman who lives nearby
found the body tied to the tree
and called it in at 6:23am.
At 7:05, there was another call,
anonymous, from a phone box in Causton.
The victim's wallet and mobile
were still in his pockets.
I'll check his calls once
the phone's been processed.
Footprints, two different sets.
Look quite fresh.
See they make casts. Initial
thoughts, Kate?
He died some time between midnight
and 2am.
No sign of head injury.
I won't be able to say whether he's been
shot until I get him back on the slab.
But most of his chest and stomach
are gone.
Not to get too technical about it,
I'd say he's been eaten by something.
Before or after death?
Before, unfortunately.
Maybe a big cat?
There are meant to be dozens
roaming wild all over the place.
Pumas, mostly.
Does your Book of Urban Myths also say
pumas are good at tying knots?
This is murder.
Sir!
Come on, guys, half an hour
till service.
Where's my crayfish?
Five minutes, Chef.
Ferdy, how long for that lettuce?
You said be thorough.
Nick? It's split.
No, it's not.
Start again.
Shall I do the rillettes, Chef,
since Nick's gonna be behind?
Yes. Thank you, Amy.
Morning! It's your friendly local
butcher,
with all the choicest cuts and
juiciest gossip.
Let's see what you've got.
Are you sure this beef's
been hung for long enough?
I strung it up myself, 28 days ago.
It's not the Belted Galloway
I asked for, though.
Boss said he won't be able to get his hands
on any of that until next week at the earliest.
If the Riverside Inn's got Galloway on
the menu before that, there'll be trouble.
Ruth, we wouldn't do that to our
best customer. Sign here, please.
Ferdy!
Ta.
Get this meat in the chiller.
Did she believe you about the beef?
I can't keep this up much longer,
Johnny.
Last time, I promise. Thanks,
Stephanie.
You're a star.
Over there, I think.
Yes?
Lizzy Thornfield?
Yes.
May we come in?
What were you doing out in the woods
so early this morning, Ms Thornfield?
Collecting firewood.
Before anyone was around to stop
you?
You recognised Martin Strickland straightaway.
How well did you know him?
Better than I wanted to.
You disliked him? Why?
Arrogant landowners aren't my type.
Did you hear anything unusual
in the woods last night?
There were some gunshots.
Around midnight. I assumed it was
poachers.
Wild Oats and Ginseng.
Very good for your libido.
Do you want me to come with you
to see Mrs Strickland?
You stay here until Forensics are
ready to release the victim's phone.
I guess it only takes one of us
to break bad news.
Look what's just arrived.
Wild Harvest. Huh?
"This year's must-have book from
one of Britain's most exciting chefs.
Destined to become an instant
classic."
Let me take a look.
I'm still not sure about the cover.
It's fabulous - hello, bestseller
list.
It looks amazing.
Cool.
I'm sure the author will be happy to
sign them. Later.
Come on now, everyone, back to work!
Come on, there's service in ten
minutes!
Tout de suite! Come on, kids! Come
on!
An animal attack?
That doesn't make sense.
We're still trying to establish
exactly what happened,
but I'm afraid there's not much
doubt that your husband was murdered.
Do you have any idea what he might have been
doing out in the woods so late at night?
I would say taking Olly for a walk,
but he brought him back about ten.
And then went out again?
Didn't that strike you as odd?
Not particularly.
We have problems with poachers. And it's only
a couple of nights since the truffles were stolen.
Truffles?
About £10,000 worth, Martin said.
All dug up overnight.
Did he report it?
I assume so.
And this morning - weren't you alarmed when
you realised your husband hadn't come home?
I didn't realise.
Although, come to think of it,
Olly was whining to go out.
Martin very often slept in the spare
room.
We keep very different hours, and he
snores...
..used to snore.
Had Mr Strickland fallen out with
anyone lately?
Probably. He usually had.
There was something going on
with the restaurant people, I believe.
Which restaurant would that be?
Wyvern House.
Used to be the family home, once upon
a time. We still own the freehold.
What was the dispute about?
I really don't know.
Do you have any children, Mrs
Strickland?
No.
Martin does have a daughter
from his first marriage.
She works at Wyvern House, as it
happens.
I suppose I really ought to call the
poor girl.
Well done, everybody. Really well
done.
Nick?
The scallops for Table Two were
cooked for 15 seconds too long.
Amy, you mangled
a perfectly good partridge breast
and your creme anglaise was runny.
But generally, excellent work.
Sorry.
Camilla, what do you want?
What?
And let me know when you've traced
the number. Thanks.
What's up, Charlie boy?
Martin Strickland's last phone call
was to an agricultural supplies company.
So? He's a farmer.
The call was placed at 11:13 at
night.
What do you farm here?
Beef cattle, mostly.
And Martin ran some commercial
shoots up in the woods -
pheasant, deer, wild boar, that kind
of thing.
Camilla, do you know where Martin
is? I've not seen him all morning.
Martin's dead, Jamie.
Oh, my God, that's terrible!
Sorry, sir, you are?
Jamie... Weston.
Jamie worked for Martin.
Well... for me now, I suppose.
Excuse me.
Nelson?
'Sir, Strickland's phone lists his last call
as an agricultural supplies company.'
But it turns out the number actually belongs to an
Angela Linklater, landlady of the village pub.
Make mine a half.
'Sir.'
Angela Linklater?
That's me. Ooh!
Come to do a spot check on my pumps
and barrels, have you?
Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby,
Causton CID, this is DS Nelson.
Could you tell me the nature of the phone
call you received from Martin Strickland,
just after eleven o'clock last
night?
Why do you want to know?
Because Mr Strickland was found
murdered early this morning.
Oh, God!
No.
The phone call?
Erm...
he just rang to say good night.
Sorry.
I take it your relationship with Mr
Strickland was a close one?
Nothing serious.
But we'd been seeing each other for
a while.
Your number was stored in his phone
as "Agricultural Suppliers".
Was that to keep it hidden from his
wife?
Shall we?
I didn't know he'd done that.
But I suppose so, yes.
When did you last see him?
Erm... he came in for a drink last
night around nine.
He wanted to spend the night,
but I was shattered, so I said no.
How often did he stay at yours?
A couple of times a week.
So surely Mrs Strickland
must have suspected something?
Of course she did.
She came in here a couple of months
ago,
and told me to stay away from her
husband, or she'd be back with a shotgun.
What did you say?
I told her she needed to talk to her
husband before she started shooting people.
Do you know if she did?
Talk to her husband, that is?
I doubt it.
The last thing Camilla wanted was
a divorce. I mean, where would she
keep her horse?
Sorry.
Do you mind telling us your movements
last night, after Mr Strickland left?
I was in the bar until eleven, then
clearing up.
Martin called, I suppose,
hoping I'd changed my mind.
And then I went to bed.
You live on the premises?
Alone?
With my son.
Was he at home last night?
Ferdy works at his father's place,
Wyvern House.
He doesn't usually get back till
gone midnight.
Wyvern House is Ruth Cameron's
restaurant, isn't it?
She's married to Johnny, my ex.
Don't worry, it's all very
civilised.
Are we safe now, do you think?
Unless Martin shared his plan with
his wife.
But dreadful thing to happen, of
course.
Though it couldn't have happened
to a nastier man. No.
Johnny?
If you know something you're not
telling me...
You'd better look at this.
He died of multiple penetrating
injuries,
but no sign of gunshot or knife
wounds.
The torso's a mess,
bite marks and saliva everywhere.
Nasty.
He'd ingested a hefty dose of Valerian,
as well as a fair bit of alcohol.
Valerian?
A natural sleeping remedy.
But here's the really strange part.
The torso was smeared with
a viscous substance before the attack.
I've sent samples off for testing,
but I am pretty sure it's truffle oil.
That's crazy.
They use pigs to hunt for truffles
on the continent, don't they?
Yes, they do.
You think Martin Strickland was
eaten by a pig?
Not a pig.
An ancient relative -
a wild boar.
Camilla Strickland
said there are some in the woods.
So Martin Strickland is drugged
and tied to a tree...
..possibly at gunpoint.
Then daubed with an oil
the killer knows will prove irresistible
to a large, omnivorous wild
animal...
..and abandoned to his fate.
Hard to think of a more horrible way
to die.
Come in.
Tea?
No, thanks.
When did it happen?
Early hours of this morning, the
police think.
I called you as soon as I knew.
I'm very sorry, Amy.
He was very fond of you, you know,
in spite of everything.
Yes.
And of course, you'll always be
welcome here.
Oh, dear, you don't know, do you?
Know what?
Dad left everything to me.
Anything on this morning's anonymous
call?
An adult male. Probably
holding his nose.
But I could've told you that.
What's next?
A visit to the farm.
The cartridges we found in the wood.
What's the betting
they match one of their shotguns?
Head over and start the search at Jamie
Weston's cottage. Take Phillips with you.
I'll go and see...
You two!
I'm sorry, Camilla. But you're not
going to find anything.
Are you Amy Strickland?
Yes, are you the police?
Why don't you go and have a chat
with Detective Sergeant Nelson?
Now, Mrs Strickland...
why don't you tell what's going on?
Why didn't you go and speak to your
father when he came into the
restaurant last night?
I wish I had now, of course. But I
was busy.
Were you and he close?
Very, when I was a little girl.
And again when my mother died.
Then he married Camilla.
And that put a strain on your
relationship?
Yes.
But I think he was starting to realise that
she was only interested in his money.
Sorry, I probably shouldn't have
said that.
Did you and Mr Strickland
never discuss his will?
No.
I trusted him to do the right thing.
Big mistake.
He always doted on that girl,
despite the way she treated us both.
They barely spoke for years,
except when Amy wanted some money.
But they'd been getting on better,
lately?
And your relationship with your
husband? Any recent disagreements?
No. Or at least, no more than usual.
But you knew about his affair
with Angela Linklater, didn't you?
You should have told me about that,
you know.
I was trying to preserve a little
dignity.
James Weston? We have a warrant to
search these premises.
Standard twelve-bore.
Many people round here got 'em.
When were they last fired?
Um... I went out Sunday, after
rabbits.
Nothing seems to be missing.
If you say so.
I thought you said he was eaten, not
shot?
Several shotgun cartridges
were found near the body.
Is there another key to this
cupboard, besides the one on your
husband's key-ring?
I really have no idea.
Good book?
You don't catch me reading books
about meat in my free time, do you?
You know, I swear you dream about
food.
What's wrong?
This.
She's stolen all my recipes, Steph.
Amy! We didn't expect you back
today.
I didn't want to leave you in the
lurch.
You're mad. I'd have taken the week
off.
I'm sure.
Ferdy.
You sure you don't want one, mate?
Sure, thanks.
Rough day.
I need to get back.
After what she's done to you? If you won't
quit, at least take the night off!
I can't, not with Amy gone.
Are you gonna be Ruth Cameron's
lapdog all your life?
Let the man make his own decisions.
Not until I can trust him to make
the right ones.
She's always been like this.
Another kid was nasty to me in the
playground,
my little sister would beat 'em up.
He won't say anything to her about
it, I know he won't.
Hey, um... the police came.
They took the shotguns.
Where the hell have you been?
I didn't think you'd notice
whether I was here or not.
Since according to this...
I don't exist.
What's wrong?
Oh, nothing important. Just the fact that most
of the recipes in here are actually mine.
Terrine of three wild roots with
juniper berries.
I made that first.
The juniper berries were my idea.
Blackberry dumplings
with lavender and rosewater ice.
"My beloved granny's recipe."
I'm not your granny!
You can't talk to Ruth like that.
Stay out of this, Amy.
Game pie with whisky jelly.
"I often make this at home, for
a relaxed lunch with friends."
You don't have any friends.
You have an inflated idea
of your own importance, Nick.
These are my recipes, Ruth.
Dishes I devised, worked on and
perfected,
and you've stolen them from me!
I taught you everything you know!
And don't you forget it.
I have acknowledged your
contribution.
"Grateful thanks to my husband Johnny
and my wonderful team at Wyvern House."
I'm overwhelmed.
How many books do you think
your name would sell?
How many people would come
to Wyvern House to eat Nick Iver's food?
There is only one star in this
kitchen, and it is me, not you!
And if you don't like it, you can
get out!
And don't come back!
Traitor!
Ferdy, get me a broom!
No, no, don't touch it.
Agh!
Agh! Agh.
Let me see that.
Get off me!
You can't let Nick get away with this. I know you two
go back a long way, but he's dangerous.
That looks nasty.
Occupational hazard.
What do you want?
This is DCI Barnaby from Causton
CID, I'm DS Nelson.
We need to have a word.
Is your husband about,
Ms Cameron?
I understand Mr Strickland owned
Wvyern House, and you leased the
building from him?
That's right.
And you've been here now...?
Just over two years.
How was your relationship with Mr
Strickland?
The usual wrangles between landlord and
tenant about who was responsible for what.
But no major problems.
Do you really need me? Only we're
short-staffed in the kitchen.
If you wouldn't mind staying for
a few minutes, Ms Cameron.
I'm curious about the truffles that
were stolen from Martin Strickland's land.
What about them?
A gourmet restaurant that prides
itself on using local produce.
Did you consider buying them?
Martin did approach me,
but his prices were far too high.
Why did Mr Strickland come here last
night, then leave without eating?
He hadn't booked, and we were full.
He had a drink, we exchanged
pleasantries, and he left.
Did you speak to him, Ms Cameron?
No.
I'm not the kind of chef that spends
half their night in the dining-room,
glad-handing guests.
What time did you finish work
yesterday? About half-twelve.
Were you the last person to leave?
Apart from Ruth and my dad.
I had to do all the clearing up.
What did you do then?
I went home,
played Zombie Cannibal for a bit,
and went to bed.
I haven't tried Zombie Cannibal yet.
Is it any good?
Did you know about your mother's relationship
with Martin Strickland, Ferdy?
Everybody knew.
How did you feel about it?
I thought it was pathetic.
Why's that, then?
They're both old.
You'll be their age one day, mate.
If I am, I won't carry on like that.
Like what?
Stopping other people from sleeping,
just to prove they can still get it on.
Did you feel that Martin
was trying to replace your dad?
He would never replace my dad.
I hated Martin.
Well, he might have a cushy number
working for his dad,
but Ferdy Linklater's got a fiery
temper.
Have you let a suspect get under
your skin?
You think he's a suspect?
Everyone's a suspect at this stage.
None of the women in Martin
Strickland's life seem to care very
much that he's dead.
Check them all out.
And see what you can find in
Strickland's paperwork that relates
to Wyvern House.
There's something
Johnny Linklater isn't telling us.
He's been sinking gin and tonics
like there's no tomorrow.
Yeah, I know, Stephanie,
but somebody's got to get him home.
OK. But I want him out within the
next half an hour.
Does the name Lizzy or Elizabeth
Thornfield ring any bells?
The sort of person who might have
been on a magazine cover, a long time
ago?
There was a Beth Thornfield who was
a model... in the late '60s, maybe?
I'm impressed you remember.
I don't remember!
I taught a module on British popular
culture in the 1960s to the A-Level
history group last year.
So my childhood is history now?
How interesting.
I'll take you for a walk later.
He's been for three already today.
He's still not eaten anything,
though,
even though I gave him his favourite.
Maybe we should take him to the vet.
Here.
Take this.
Wild celery.
Do you really do this every day?
Always.
And you'll have to get used to it
now there's no Nick to come with me.
At this time in the morning?
Ah, sir.
I've been going through Martin
Strickland's stuff.
Two days before he died, he had a
meeting in Causton with "NI".
Any idea who "NI" is?
My money's on the sous-chef at
Wyvern House, Nick Iver.
And another thing.
A mocked-up press release for
"New Wyvern House".
Martin Strickland.
Back to the restaurant?
Not yet.
First, we're going on a truffle
hunt.
Do you have a moment?
Of course.
How are you feeling, Amy?
Do you need some time off after all?
No, the thing is...
my father left everything to me.
Really?
Well, congratulations,
if that doesn't seem too crass.
So I suppose that makes me your
landlady.
But that's not what I wanted to talk
about.
I'm going to have money soon, quite
a lot of it. And I want to invest in
Wyvern House.
I see.
I was thinking, we could expand the
business.
Run courses,
develop a merchandising arm, maybe?
The restaurant's wonderful, of
course, but it could be so much
more!
It's a generous offer, certainly.
What would you want in return?
A partnership.
Business and creative.
The kitchen is Ruth's domain.
I know I have a lot to learn,
but I have ideas too,
and I think together -
I'll talk to Ruth.
But we mustn't rush
into any important decisions.
I hope you both give this some
serious thought.
That there is where the truffles
were growing.
£10,000 worth, Mrs Strickland said?
So Martin claimed.
Which is madness, if you ask me.
I mean they're just mushrooms,
basically, aren't they?
What's that doing there?
Looks like a bat-box.
But that's funny, I never noticed
that before.
Nelson?
How long have you worked on the
farm, Mr Weston?
Just over four years.
And how did you get on with Martin
Strickland?
Bit of a control freak, but he was
OK,
as long as you didn't let him get to
you.
Lizzy Thornfield didn't like him
much, did she?
No, well, er...
the pair of them, they had history.
What happened?
Her dog got caught in a trap
Martin had set for the foxes.
Poor thing had to be put down.
Course, Lizzy came round to the
farm, called Martin every name under
the sun. Said...
Said what?
Nothing important.
She threatened revenge?
It were just talk.
It's a security camera.
Neat piles, Ferdy, so the cover
shows well.
Not like that!
Do I have to do this?
Yes.
How many books do you think you can
sell at an event like this? Ten? 15?
Every little helps.
Can I go now?
Yes, and start prepping the
vegetables for service. Amy will
tell you what to do.
How's Amy coping with her promotion?
Temporary promotion. We'll see.
She's got to do everything on her
own today.
She er... She came to see me
earlier.
She wants to invest in the
restaurant...
..in return for a partnership...
business and creative.
Who does she think she is?
The jumped-up little madam!
I thought that would be your
reaction.
Do ex-wives get a discount?
Angela.
I'm so sorry about Martin.
Yes, indeed.
Oh, hello.
Would you mind signing this for me,
please?
How are you bearing up?
If there's anything I can do....
Oh, stop oozing sympathy, Johnny.
I liked Martin and it was a terrible
shock, but it's not going to break
my heart.
Right.
That's the spirit.
What?
I had some last week and they were
lovely. Thank you.
Martin had a security camera hidden
in a tree.
You idiot! How did you not know?
OK.
Thank you.
Anything special you'd like me to
write inside?
"In loving memory of Max
Thornfield."
Lizzy.
Quite the celebrity these days,
aren't you, Ruth?
What would all your admirers think
if they knew the truth?
There is nothing to know.
You killed my son.
I call that something.
Could I have a copy for my Dennis,
please?
Dennis?
Yes, please.
Hi, everything OK?
Hello, darling. Yes, taking it nice
and easy.
You really don't need to ring me
quite so often. I'm fine.
Actually, I was calling to check on
Sykes.
Is he eating anything yet?
Afraid not.
I took him to the vet's,
there's nothing physically wrong.
The vet says he seems to think
he might be depressed.
Depressed? I know, I'm really
worried about him.
Try not to worry. We'll work it out.
You got me thinking about Beth
Thornfield, so I looked her up.
She was a real glamour girl, mixed
with pop stars, lived the high life.
And then she gave it all up in her
20s when she had a child.
Thank you for that. Now stop
whatever it is you're really doing
and put your feet up.
How did the book signing go?
It's done, thank goodness. I never
knew there were so many villagers.
Sold 42 copies. I told you it would
be worth it.
So, Amy, are we on schedule?
Yeah, cold starters and puddings are
done,
salads and dressings are prepped,
and the sauces are ready to go.
How long for the soup?
Five minutes.
Have you tasted it?
Did you follow the recipe exactly?
Yes. There shouldn't be a problem.
Amy?
Amy?
Johnny!
Somebody do something!
I'm sorry that you've been kept
waiting, everyone.
There's been an incident in the
kitchen, and um...
..I'm afraid you won't be getting
any lunch today.
Kitchens are really hazardous
places.
One bite of a Death Cap, and you're
a goner.
Rhubarb leaves will kill you too,
even faster than foxgloves.
Is there any evidence that Amy
Strickland had eaten rhubarb leaves,
or foxgloves?
No, but she tasted this soup
just before she died.
Wild celery and mushroom.
Was it poison, Kate?
Obviously, I can't say for sure,
yet, but I think so.
That rictus grin - I've read about
it before.
It's symptomatic of poisoning.
Can't you answer that, for God's
sake?
It'll just be another bloody
journalist.
Oi! What are you doing?
Ms Cameron, please.
Field mushrooms, Agaricus
campestris.
They're quite similar to Amanita
virosa, the Destroying Angel,
but looking at these, there doesn't
seem to be anything wrong with them.
Of course there isn't.
I picked them myself yesterday.
Are you assuming it was one of us?
Not necessarily.
I understand the suppliers' entrance
is left unlocked during the day?
And the kitchen is always deserted
around 11:15 for staff lunch.
Did Amy prepare all the ingredients
for the soup herself?
No, Ferdy prepped for her. At least,
I told him to.
I just took the stuff from the
chiller room,
where you said it would be.
Did the mushrooms all look the same
to you?
Some of them weren't darker than
others, for instance, or bigger?
No, they all looked the same.
And the other ingredients?
I chopped some stalks.
Wild celery.
I picked it myself this morning
from the riverbank.
Otherwise, onion and sweet potato
from the store, and chicken stock.
Would Amy have left the pot
unattended at any stage?
Probably. It doesn't need constant
watching, and we're so
short-staffed.
I fired my sous-chef yesterday.
Nick Iver? Why did you do that?
Professional differences.
Is this the wild celery that was
left over? Yeah.
Let me take a look at that.
That's not the plant I picked this
morning.
As I thought.
Oenanthe crocata.
Hemlock water dropwort.
"Perhaps the most poisonous plant
native to Great Britain.
The leaves smell characteristically
of celery or parsley.
The roots are the most toxic part of
the plant.
The roots are pale yellow and
composed of five or more fleshy
tubers.
They are also known by the name
'Dead Man's Fingers.'"
Ferdy.
Do you wanna tell me what these are?
They're not mine.
Oh, OK.
So when we test the bag,
we won't find your fingerprints?
Er... there's a website. With
pictures.
And they tell you which ones are
poisonous
and which ones... get you high.
I haven't hurt anyone.
Mrs Strickland?
I'm sorry, I'm just....
Why is someone targeting us like
this?
That's what we're trying to find
out.
Can you tell me
where you were this morning, please?
Out riding.
Did you meet anyone?
Jamie saw me leave and...
I met one or two people.
But no-one I knew.
Yesterday, when you found out about
the will,
you were clearly very angry.
Now that Amy's dead, the entire
estate comes to you. Did you know
that?
Yes. And what of it?
I haven't been to Wyvern House since
my wedding anniversary over a year
ago.
I disliked my stepdaughter and
you're right,
I was absolutely furious about the
will.
But that doesn't mean I killed Amy.
Thanks, love.
Cheers.
Er... what are you doing home so
early? Have you been sacked?
No.
Amy's dead, so they closed the
restaurant.
What do you mean, Amy's dead?
As in not alive any more.
Ferdy!
Poisoned soup. I was there.
It was pretty horrible, actually.
Hi. I'm looking for Stephanie
Weston. She's in the back.
Can I go through?
Got any nice marrow bones? I know
a dog who'd really appreciate one.
I'm DS Nelson. I was looking for
Nick Iver.
Maybe he's still in the flat.
I haven't seen him since this
morning.
What time was that?
Just after eight. He was still
asleep.
He had quite a lot to drink last
night.
My brother and I
had to fetch him home from the pub.
Upset at being fired, was he?
He's worked for Ruth since he was
a teenager.
What time did he get home the night
before last, do you remember?
About 11, as usual. Maybe a bit
earlier.
And where is your flat?
I'll show you.
I can't believe Amy's dead.
I mean, was it something to do with
her dad?
We don't know yet.
The night Martin Strickland died,
Stephanie thinks you got home
from the restaurant about 11. Is that
right?
Nick?
Yeah, that's right.
And you say you haven't been out at
all today?
No.
Were you and Amy friends?
Not really.
Amy didn't like taking orders from
Ruth, let alone me.
But when you work in a kitchen with
somebody, you have to get along.
Amy would have been looking
to move up into your job?
I'm sure she was,
but she'd have been disappointed.
She wasn't ready to be a sous-chef.
Ruth knew that.
Is Ruth OK?
Huh...
You're concerned about her feelings,
even though she just sacked you?
Me and Ruth go back a long way.
She didn't just give me a job, she
took me in
when I was having a really bad time.
And whatever she's done since,
I owe her.
Midsomer Wyvern must feel like
the back of beyond.
It's a long way from Hackney.
Two days before he died,
Martin Strickland was due to meet
someone with the initials "NI" at a
cafe in Causton.
Would that have been you?
Hello.
I had to get out for a bit.
You don't mind, do you?
Of course not. Can I get you
anything? A pint of whisky?
With an orange juice on the side.
It's awful, Angie. I saw that poor
girl die.
I'm sorry.
The police can't think YOU
had anything to do with it?
Who knows what they think?
And there's other stuff going on.
What do you mean?
I shouldn't come moaning to you.
I don't mind.
It turns out running a restaurant is
harder than I thought, and a lot
more expensive.
And now this.
You don't seriously think you'll
have to close?
It's possible.
And if that happens...
I think Ruth will leave me.
Still, got to keep soldiering on.
Detective Sergeant Nelson called
earlier.
Has Ferdy told you
about the magic mushrooms?
I thought hemlock acted slowly.
Didn't Socrates converse with his
executioners
as the poison paralysed his body
from the feet up?
That was poison hemlock - different
family.
Hemlock water dropwort is an
umbellifer.
It contains high levels of
oenanthotoxin, which acts on the
central nervous system,
causing seizures and respiratory
failure.
Easy to find in the wild?
It likes damp environments -
meadows, riverbanks.
I've asked for an environmental
report,
but I'd be surprised if none were
found growing within a five-mile
radius of Midsomer Wyvern.
Nick Iver would have had plenty of
time to nip into the larder while
everyone was at lunch.
But his girlfriend's given him an
alibi for the night of Martin's
murder.
Who's the girlfriend?
A butcher called Stephanie Weston.
Jamie Weston's sister.
I hope you got something nice for
supper after interviewing her.
Lamb cutlets. I thought we could do
with -
Fascinating though
your domestic arrangements are,
what did you find out about Nick
Iver's meeting with Martin
Strickland?
Nick says Martin offered him the top
spot at Wyvern House, but he said
no.
Which we can't prove or disprove,
now that Strickland's dead.
It would be unusual, though,
to murder someone
because they offered you a job?
What are you doing, love?
Nothing. When are we gonna reopen,
Johnny?
If I can't cook, I am gonna go mad.
Where did you get that?
A dinosaur pit?
It's a gift from Nelson.
Oh, well, that was kind of him.
I've been doing some research
and I think that Sykes is exhibiting
classic signs of anxiety in the face
of family change.
Well, we can't exactly turn back
now, can we?
We'll just have to show him
that he is still a valued member of
this family.
Ooh. Is that the new one?
Mm.
Any good?
Excellent, as long as you've got
five hours a day to devote to
cooking your dinner.
Oh, God, is this the fatal recipe?
Mm.
"Wild celery and mushroom soup
is one of my signature dishes.
Even when the kitchen is busy
and I have a hundred and one other
things to do,
I always try to make this one
myself."
Well, lucky for her she didn't make
it today.
Oh, I think you're right.
The poison wasn't meant for Amy.
It was Ruth Cameron that was
supposed to die!
If you're right about Ruth being the
intended victim, the killer's gonna
try again.
That's what I'm afraid of.
We should start by finding out
what the connection is
between Ruth and Martin Strickland.
The obvious one is the restaurant,
but there might be others.
Also we need to know whether Wyvern
House is in financial trouble. Check
everything.
I'll get on it.
Is this Strickland's laptop
you're trying to get into?
The CCTV footage must be in here.
Isn't it time you handed it over to
the tech guys?
They'll take forever. I'll get
there.
I'm in!
Erm... The truffles were stolen on
the night of the 10th, weren't they?
That's right.
A-ha.
Strickland's been here before. And
our thief is...
Phillips, you come with us.
The rest of you stay here, yeah?
And a hidden camera... in the woods.
We've been having cash flow
problems, suppliers were pressing
for payment.
When I found out about the truffles,
well, it seemed too good an
opportunity to pass up.
It was sheer stupidity, I see that
now.
It was theft, Mr Linklater.
Yes.
It's always struck me as odd that Mr
Strickland didn't report the crime.
Was that out of the goodness of his
heart?
He was blackmailing me.
Threatening to expose me, unless I broke
the lease and let him take over the restaurant.
With Nick Iver in charge in the
kitchen?
How much does Ms Cameron
know about all this?
She knows there's a problem about the lease,
but she doesn't know about the truffles.
Hm.
You and Ms Cameron married,
what, three years ago?
How long had you known each other
then?
18 months or so.
And when did your first marriage
break up?
Long before. Eight years? My fault.
When I left the army, I started
drinking too much.
And now?
I haven't touched a drop
in more than four years.
Is this a second marriage
for Ms Cameron, too?
No. Married to the job, until she
met me.
The scarring on your wife's um... left arm.
How did she get that?
Car crash, 20 years ago.
Drunken boyfriend at the wheel.
He died. Ruth was lucky to get out
alive.
Ms Cameron is vital to the success
of Wyvern House, isn't she?
Without her, there'd be no
restaurant. It's as simple as that.
There's a large insurance policy on
her life, presumably?
Sergeant Nelson, I'd like you to arrest
Mr Linklater and take him down to the station.
Charge him with theft
and get a statement from him.
I am calling a lawyer. Who told you
that Johnny took the truffles?
It's rubbish! Someone is out to hurt
the restaurant. Hurt me!
No-one told us your husband took the
truffles,
Ms Cameron. We have hard evidence.
But I'm afraid you're right.
Someone IS trying to hurt you.
Fatal car crash. About
1992. Teenage driver. Thanks.
Oh, it's all right, I'm on hold. National
Archives. Has Johnny been processed?
And sent home, tail between his
legs.
I want you to look into his army career -
and find out everything you can about Nick Iver.
He's from Hackney.
I've got a mate stationed there.
If Nick is as fond of Ruth as he claims,
why was he even talking to Strickland?
Oh, hello. Yes, thank you.
That's very helpful.
Could you give me the exact date
and place of death, please?
I have an idea. A new variation of
watercress mousseline.
I can't quite get the consistency right.
I think I have to reduce the...
Ruth, stop it!
Stop what?
Jabbering on about watercress mousse
wh... Mousseline, not mousse.
For God's sake! We might be about to
lose everything.
And whose fault is that?
Mine, I know. And I can't tell you
how sorry I am. But you're not helping.
You're a thief.
I'm not a thief. I stole Strickland's
bloody truffles, because I was desperate.
The Laithams' bill was overdue,
and I did a deal with them.
You run your side of things so brilliantly,
never falter, never ask for help.
I didn't want to admit what a fool
I'd been.
So you're a coward too.
If we lose Wyvern House
because of you, Johnny...
Good morning, Ms Thornfield.
I'd like to talk to you about
Valerian.
Oh. Having trouble sleeping,
Inspector?
If I were, could you sell me some?
Valerian tea, yes.
Have you sold any recently?
Not for some weeks.
And I'd remember, because I have to tell
people not to prepare it with boiling water.
Are there any other local sources of
supply?
Most health food shops sell capsules,
and the herb itself is easy enough to grow.
Is there something else...
I can help you with, gentlemen?
That first morning when you told us
Martin Strickland wasn't your type.
I'm wondering why you didn't tell us
about your dog?
A man was dead.
Fond as I was of Bailey,
it hardly seemed to be the right
moment to be talking about him.
But you understand my concern.
You're suggesting that I killed a man
because his actions led to the death of my dog?
Oh!
Do you think I'm insane?
And I didn't even know Amy
Strickland.
But you know Ruth Cameron.
What of it? It's not Ruth who's
dead.
Perhaps it was meant to be.
I see.
How much do you know...
about what happened to my son?
Max was killed 22 years ago,
when the car he was driving crashed.
There was a high level of alcohol in
his blood.
Ruth Cameron was in the passenger seat,
and escaped with... comparatively minor injuries.
That's the official version.
But I believe that Ruth was driving.
I agree.
Why?
When the car hit the tree, the impact
was on the left, the passenger side.
It doesn't make sense that the
driver died,
but the only damage to the passenger
was an injured left arm.
It was Ruth's car, you know.
A little convertible.
She wouldn't let anyone else drive,
ever.
Max hadn't even passed his test.
You think she pulled Max over
to the driving seat after the accident,
even though her arm was badly
injured?
If Ruth had been drinking as well,
she would have been desperate.
You said nothing to the police at
the time?
I was the dead boy's mother. They
didn't... they...
They wouldn't take me seriously.
Will you try to reopen the case?
Ruining Ruth's life won't bring Max
back.
They tell you time is a great
healer, but... that's a lie.
When you lose someone you love -
really, truly love...
..the pain never goes away.
We all set for tonight?
Yes, but we need to be very careful.
Why were the charges dropped?
This is DCI Barnaby, Causton CID.
OK...
I'm chasing a ballistics report.
Right.
Request number MC4723...
OK. And when did this happen?
Could you call me back, please?
Or better still, send me the report.
OK, mate. Thanks. I owe you.
Sir. We need to re-interview
one of our suspects.
Nick Iver was arrested when he was
16. Over a stabbing.
Thank you for coming in, Mr Iver.
Did I have a choice?
For the moment, yeah. Take a seat.
Yesterday, you told Sergeant Nelson that you'd
quarrelled with Ruth Cameron over her book.
You threw a jug at her and, not
entirely unreasonably, she sacked you.
That's right.
There was more to it than that,
wasn't there?
You had been talking to Martin Strickland
about taking over the restaurant.
Ruth never mentioned that.
Anyway, I told you, I turned him
down.
Can we go back to the recipes
for a moment?
Quite a lot of them have little personal stories
attached, about what they mean to Ruth.
Did she make those up?
Most of them, yeah.
So when she says she always tries to make
the wild celery and mushroom soup herself...
Is that a lie?
No. That bit's true.
You were very angry with Ruth
Cameron, weren't you?
Of course I was, but what's this got
to do with...?
Oh, God. You think I tried to poison
Ruth?
Did you?
No. I adore Ruth.
And I'm not a killer. But that's
only a matter of luck, isn't it, Mr Iver?
If that knife had gone just a fraction
deeper, your stepfather would be dead.
I was 16.
My stepfather never liked me and
I hated him.
And one day he was going on and on,
telling me only sissies liked cooking,
calling me terrible names,
and I lost it and I went for him.
Unfortunately, I had a kitchen knife
in my hand at the time.
The charges were dropped after your
stepfather changed his story.
Why did he do that?
My mother persuaded him
to say it was an accident.
He agreed, as long as I cleared out
and never came back.
Does Ruth know about this? Does
Stephanie?
No.
How did Martin Strickland find out?
He had a private investigator check
me out before he approached me.
"A routine business precaution",
he said.
Was he threatening to tell people
the true story if you didn't?
Yes.
A motive for murder, wouldn't you
say? Yeah, and he'd have deserved it.
But I didn't kill him or Amy.
And I'd never hurt Ruth.
Hello?
Calm down. I can't understand what
you're saying.
Wait there. I'm coming.
You don't think Nick did it, then?
Nick Iver has a motive for both
killings,
but his girlfriend's given him
an alibi for the first one,
and we have no concrete evidence
against him in either case.
And it doesn't fit. I mean, he
clearly has a violent temper,
but these were carefully planned,
cold-blooded murders.
Very different from throwing a jug,
or even stabbing someone in the heat
of the moment.
Not that I'm saying it's OK to throw
things at your boss, you understand.
Not even this?
I played with the 999 recording.
Remember this?
There's a dead body in
the woods on the Strickland land...
Listen.
There's a dead body in the
woods on the Strickland land
about 300 yards from the old
cottage.
Jamie Weston!
Sounds like him, doesn't it?
Ah, good work, Nelson.
I suggest you go and see
what he has to say about it.
And... ask him why Ballistics think
that three of the shotgun cartridges
found in the vicinity of Martin
Strickland's body came from one of his guns.
What's the betting he wears a size
ten shoe? Mm.
But who does the size seven belong
to? That's the question.
Honestly, Johnny. She's probably
just gone for a walk or something.
She was in the kitchen, cooking, experimenting.
And now she's just abandoned everything.
We'd had a row.
You and I used to row all
the time.
You've tried calling her?
Straight to voicemail.
Oh. Well, I think you're panicking.
Why don't you go and make us a cup
of tea?
All right.
Lizzy?
Please?
You deserve to know the truth.
I know the truth.
I-I... came to say I'm sorry.
Please go.
I loved him too, Lizzy.
Funny the way things turn out,
isn't it?
I never thought you'd come back
to Midsomer Wyvern,
and here we are, having a cup of tea
together like an old married couple.
I must go.
Ruth will be back. Just remember,
you've got a lot of grovelling to do.
I'd suggest flowers.
I'm sorry.
What for?
For being so vile to you.
You'd just had the worst few hours of your life,
and I was prattling on about mousseline.
It's what I do. I bury myself in my work,
so I don't have to deal with life.
That's not true.
It is.
Or it was. Until I met you, I didn't
have a life outside the kitchen.
I love you, Johnny.
And I don't care what you've done.
Well, as long as you haven't
murdered anyone.
I haven't. I promise.
All right?
Is that the lot?
Just one more.
Sir, Jamie Weston's offloading gear
at the pub.
With a possible wellie size seven.
Stay where you are, I'll meet you
there in half an hour.
Is this a good sign?
You know I said Sykes was displaying
classic signs of anxiety? Yes.
Apparently children can also behave
the same way in the build-up to a new baby.
They actually want to play the
parent role.
So, I er, bought him a present.
Sykes?
Hm.
That is completely bonkers.
But it seems to have worked.
What time do you want to eat?
Later, if it's OK with you.
I'm going to the pub with Nelson.
Oh, right. That's how it's gonna be
from now on, is it?
I stay here with the dog and the
baby whilst you go boozing with your mates?
No. Sykes is welcome to come to the
pub with me whenever he wants.
Uh-uh.
Feeling fit?
Evening.
There you go, Frank. Cheap at twice
the price!
Next up, a beautiful saddle of
venison.
Now, who'll start me off at £20
for a lovely bit... of Bambi?
£2.50.
Oh, Ted! Shut up!
Don't take the mick, Ted.
£20.
Thank you.
Glad somebody knows
prime meat when she sees it.
21.
22.
Any advance on 22?
Going once, going twice...
Not going anywhere at all.
So you were poaching for deer
and just fell across a body?
And then we fired at the boar, but
we were both so shaken, we didn't hit it.
Just... scared it away.
Why didn't you report finding the body immediately,
instead of waiting till the morning?
The poor bugger was beyond help,
any fool could see that.
We just needed some time to calm
down, and decide what to do for the best.
You should have come forward and
told us this!
We don't hang poachers any more!
We'd both have lost our jobs, though.
And Amy Strickland might still be
alive.
You'll be prosecuted over the
poaching and tonight's illegal auction.
You can think yourselves lucky
if you're not facing charges
of withholding evidence in a murder
enquiry.
Right, you can go. Not you, Ms
Weston.
You told me that on the night
of Martin Strickland's murder,
Nick Iver was home from work by 11.
But you don't know where he was.
You were out in the woods with your brother.
I couldn't tell you that though,
could I? And I know Nick didn't do it.
After a day
like this, I need a gin.
Dammit, I'm gonna have one too.
Johnny, no!
No!
Ms Linklater!
All done?
Not quite.
You realise that in allowing your premises to
be used for the sale of stolen property,
you have committed a criminal
offence?
What harm was it doing anyone?
You'll be hearing from us in due
course, about tonight.
Suit yourself, Mr Barnaby.
Good night.
You OK?
Hm.
I need some air.
Come on!
What?
Do you fancy a dance?
Ruth.
Come on, let's go to the garden.
Come on, I'll race you!
Come on!
Ruth?
Urgh!
Sloe gin. The residue in the glass that
they found looks like the liquid in the bottle.
Johnny was supposed to be on the wagon.
Must have slipped off last night.
Dust for prints, though I doubt
we'll find anything that shouldn't be here.
The bottle could have been switched
or tampered with days ago.
Weeks, even.
No, no. After Amy was killed, I came in here
to fetch Ruth to look at the mushrooms
and she had a drink in her hand.
It was the same colour as this.
I saw her take a swig.
That's something.
'And when did your first marriage
Long before. Married to the job.
'Martin often slept in the
spare room.
- We keep very different hours.
- I adore Ruth.
Don't worry. It's all very
civilised.'
Oh...
'They tell you that time
is a great healer, but it's a lie!'
Oh, yes.
What?
Something Lizzy Thornfield said.
Hello.
Gin and tonic, please.
I can do you one of these?
This is a pub, isn't it? I want
a proper drink.
You again?
What do you want?
Tell us what the poison was, Nick.
Can you two leave now, please?
What poison?
The one you used last night
on Ruth Cameron and Johnny Linklater.
Not Johnny!
What are you talking about?
Johnny's still alive, just, but we
need to know what the poison was.
I don't understand! Please. While
there's time to give an antidote.
No. You've got it wrong.
We know your alibi for the night
of Martin Strickland's death was
false.
Stephanie said you were at home with
her, but she was out in the woods.
I never asked her to lie for me.
Amy's death was a mistake, we know that.
And you didn't mean for Johnny to
die either. So help us to save him.
I would if I could.
But I don't know what the poison was!
Nick Iver, you'll be taken
to Causton Police Station,
where you'll be charged with the
murders of Martin Strickland, Amy...
It was belladonna.
Deadly nightshade. In the gin.
Phone the hospital. You've got to
tell them.
It wasn't meant for Johnny, was it?
I know you could never hurt Johnny.
Because you killed Martin to protect
him.
Was Martin already unconscious from the
Valerian before you tied him to the tree?
No. He thought it was a game.
He was going to destroy Johnny.
He actually boasted to me about it.
He thought I'd be pleased!
Martin didn't understand, did he?
You have to phone the hospital. Tell them!
You still loved Johnny,
all these years after he left you.
He didn't leave me. Ruth stole him!
No, she didn't. You and Dad split up
years before he met Ruth.
It wasn't her fault. And what about
Amy?
Stay out of this!
You know nothing about love,
and I don't suppose you ever will.
I had nothing against Amy.
She just got in the way.
And the kitchen's always deserted
around 11:15 for staff lunch.
You did follow the recipe exactly.
Yes!
Amy?
She was 20 years old, and she's
dead!
So you tried again.
This time, you thought
you'd make certain of your target
by poisoning Ruth's bottle of sloe
gin.
But you didn't know that that night
Johnny would start drinking again.
You have to save him!
Why aren't you phoning the hospital?
Would you have killed Johnny too,
I wonder?
When you realised he didn't love you
any more?
He does love me!
We would have been happy!
He's already dead, isn't he?
You tricked me!
Dad! I don't understand.
Lizzy Thornfield found us last night, and knew
it was deadly nightshade from the smell.
She saved our lives. I'm sorry we
couldn't tell you earlier, Ferdy.
Thank you, Nick.
That can't have been easy for you.
What was it Lizzy said that made you
realise?
"When you lose someone you truly
love, the pain never goes away."
Now, we thought this case
was about money or anger or revenge.
But it was about something
much more dangerous.
Love.
Kate got the report back on Ferdy's
magic mushrooms, by the way.
They weren't the hallucinogenic
kind.
He could smoke them, eat them on
toast, cook them in an omelette...
..they'd have had no effect.
Not so magic after all, then.