Midsomer Murders (1997–…): Season 22, Episode 1 - The Wolf Hunter of Little Worthy - full transcript

After a local photographer wins Little Worthy's internet cafe's urban myth competition with his creation of The Wolf Hunter, it unexpectedly gains a cult following. When a handyman is killed on the way home from the local glamping site in wolf hunter MO, complete with cane prints, Barnaby and IT-smarter Winter must investigate if this myth has become murderous reality. While they look for the cane and everybody involved with the victim, cafe and camping, a similar murder follows on a glamping guest.

I had a friend tell me,
about a friend of his,

someone he knew really well.

No word of a lie this.

He saw The Wolf Hunter
last week, in the flesh.

Well, flesh and fur.

Half man, half wolf,
all trouble.

You see, he lures us human folk
into them woods back there.

And he slashes at your face
with his metal talons,

and he finishes you off with
a silver bullet to the skull.

What a load of utter cobblers.

Thank you for that, Mr. Everett.



If I can just say sorry, again,
about the hot tubs.

I know the two of you were
really hoping to use them

this afternoon,
but I am hoping to get them

up and running tomorrow.

Maybe I could offer you a glass
of Prosecco or...

Still no luck?

I just don't get it, Ro.

It's not an airlock,

filter's fine,
temperature sensors working.

I just can't figure the problem.

I'll tell you what's
wrong with that.

It's a bleeding Hot Tub,
that's what's wrong with it.

As advertised, Mr. Everett.

This is a glamp site now.



Been coming here decades,
never seen the like.

What's that smell?

Sage.
Gets rid of bad energy.

Ronnie?

She's doing witchcraft now.

Is she, love?

Marvellous.

Your cod in butter sauce
is ready.

Praise the Lord.

At least there are some things
you can still rely on.

Thankfully, they're okay
about the hot tubs.

They're coming round to the idea
of being off the grid.

Good.
That's something then.

Hmm, turns out he's a banker.

I told him we were looking for

investors so, you never know.

Still here, Jez?

Looks like it.

Actually, I best be off.

I'm meeting someone.

Am I okay to leave
my tools here?

Course.

See you tomorrow, yeah?

Try stopping me.

- Brandon.
- Jez.

Hello?

Is that you mucking about?

Morning, everyone.

- Hey, Mel.
- Morning, Mel.

Please tell me you're late cause
you've finally got a life.

I think the chances of me
getting a life around here

are pretty slim.

That's why first sign
of an acting job and, boom,

I'm off.

Ooh!

Idiot! How old are you?

Old enough, sweet cheeks.

I'm heading to the woods.
You coming?

Oh, let me think about that.
No!

You loser!

- Oy, Wade...
- Leave it, Kel.

Okay. One sec, everyone.

Right.

So I've sent off my self-tape
for that audition,

and I've narrowed down
my list of agents.

So fingers crossed.

I'll be out from under your feet
in no time.

Oh, I can't wait!

You'll miss me when I'm gone.

Yeah, like a hole in the head.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, Paddy, get out, go on.

You know I'm not the biggest fan
of trick or treating.

Can't I just help
with eating the sweets?

No, you can't.

It's to raise money
for the school.

It's not till next week,
and I said we'd go.

As what though?

I thought I might go as a witch.

Don't!

The real question is,
who are you gonna go as?

Well, as, um, as someone
befitting a man of my status.

So, um, distinguished,
stately, imposing.

And Little Red Riding Hood.

Oh! You found it!

Yes, Winter?

Victim's Jez Gladberry,
in his 20s,

local handyman and blacksmith.

Next of kin's his father.
He's been informed.

- Who found the body?
- Local lad, Wade Andow.

Said he was riding his dirt bike

in the woods when he found him.

Whoa!!

Stop right there, my lovelies!

Boot prints.

Not the victim's.

Heavy boots by the look
of it and...

...canine prints.

Canine prints?

If pressed, I'd say wolf.

Not a real one, obviously,

unless of course
it's a wolf with one leg.

An impression from the base
of a cane, right?

Exactly.

Claw marks across the chest,
puncture wounds to the neck,

and a bullet to the head.

Silver?

Smart money says so.

Time of death last night
between 8:00 and 10:00.

I'm sorry, what are you both
talking about?

Are you saying this man
was killed by a wolf with a gun?

The Wolf Hunter actually.

It's all part of a meme.

A meme?

Well, it's sort of an idea

spread through social media
and the Internet.

In this case, The Wolf Hunter.

Little Worthy ran a competition.

The idea was to create

a Midsomer Urban Myth,
and The Wolf Hunter won.

It's really taken off.

Well, what exactly does
this Wolf Hunter do?

He wears a wolf mask,
he carries a cane with

a wolf paw on its base
and a gun with a silver bullet.

His hands have, um, metal claws,

and he lures
people to their death.

It's a lot like
what we're seeing here, sir.

- Who ran this competition?
- The Hub.

It's an Internet cafe
in the village hall.

How did you hear about it?

A.. friend entered.

Sadly I didn't make
the short list.

I'm surprised to hear that.

Did the victim
have a phone on him?

No. I'll contact service
providers, do a trace.

Now I noticed there's a campsite

just the other side
of these woods.

Actually, it's
a glamp site, sir.

Yeah, I'm aware of what
they call it, Winter.

I'm quite happy with
the vocabulary

created before the year 2000.

Why don't you get over there
and see if anyone saw him.

I want to pay a visit
to this Nub.

Sir, Hub.

Indeed.

I'll see if I can pick up
an urban dictionary on the way.

I heard about Jez, Eric.

I'm so sorry.

So am I, Annie.

Are you sure now's the time?

Yes.

More than ever.

Aah!

Oh, it's top notch
entertainment is this.

Come and have a look, Ronnie.

Better than your la-dee-dah
treatments.

Actually, love, I rather
like the look of this one.

Steam sauna followed
by hot stone massage.

40 quid!

You can buy a lawn mower
for that.

Are you familiar
with a Jez Gladberry?

Of course.
Terrible news, isn't it?

You already know
about his death?

Everyone does.

His workshop's just down there.

Everyone's really upset.

He was just such
an all round lovely bloke.

I'm sorry, but how exactly
does everyone know?

It was posted
on the Wolf Hunter Forum

first thing this morning.

Presumably by the person
who discovered the body,

Wade Andow?

Do you know where
I might find him?

Yeah, he's just inside.

The Wolf Hunter strikes!

I was cool about it.

I mean, it's just a body right?

The question is, who is next?

Actually the question is,

did you post news
about the death online?

No. I left the woods
and called you guys.

I've only just got here.

Anyway, so, um, this is Josie.
She's our expert.

She updates The Wolf Hunter
website,

you know, trying to
make sense of everything.

The Wolf Hunter has certainly
captured everyone's imagination.

Tell me about it.

Even kids like to dress up
as him.

Well, not now.

Um, Kel, do you want
to take a break?

No, I'd rather just be busy.
Thanks.

Your cafe is very popular.

That's because we give them
what they want...

connectivity, which is something
of a luxury around here.

Poor Internet.
It's a rubbish wi-fi connection.

I wanted to create a nest,
a sort of haven,

where I could bring
everyone together.

I see from your sign,
there's, um, an exhibition?

Uh, yes, it's just through here.

Do you want to follow me?

Jez left
just after 8:00.

Said he was going
to meet someone.

- Did he say who?
- No.

I thought it was odd though.

He got a text and headed
towards the woods,

but the village
is over that way.

So he had his phone with him?

He didn't when we found him.

Maybe he dropped it on the way.

And after he left,
what did you do?

Had a bit of a barney,
didn't we?

Trouble in paradise, eh?

Pat Everett.

Pleasure's all yours.

And I said to Ronnie,
"Ronnie," I said,

"We been coming here
30 years plus, no trouble."

36.

This year with all their
newfangled gadgets, total mess.

It drives Rowan's mum Annie mad.

She runs the pub.

It'll all end in tears.
Mark my words, my lad.

Let the officer speak, Pat.

- Battenberg?
- Oh, um, no thank you.

Um, what were Mr. and Mrs.
Yarrow arguing about?

Jez, I reckon.

He come to fix
the hot tub again.

Oh, good cup of tea, love.
Could trot a mouse across that.

Mm, did you see
where they went after?

Aye.

They both stomped off.

Didn't see hide nor hair
of either of them

until late this morning.

Could either of them
have gone to the wood?

Well, I, um,
I went out for a walk,

and I saw Rowan headed that way.

Oh, um, could you
just excuse me?

Thank you.

When The Wolf Hunter went viral,
we felt obliged to stage this.

People come from miles.

- Is the gun real?
- No. It's a dummy.

Is this place locked at night?

Absolutely.

This cane, in fact,
all these items,

I'll need forensics
to check them.

Are there others?

Yeah, for sure,
Jez made them to order.

He got himself quite a sideline
making all sorts of artifacts.

Quite a character.

Sure is.

A loner caught between worlds.

Sort of Jekyll and Hyde
werewolf with a steampunk twist.

Steampunk? Right.

Interesting images.

Tell that to
the flower arranging class

that used to happen here.

They weren't happy
that we had to move them.

Steve Skelton,
local photographer.

Ah, did you take these?

Why the wood?

Well, it's the location
everyone's been drawn to.

And in medieval times,
home to the Worthy Wolves.

That's where he hangs out.

The kids go there all the time

for dead-of-the-night dares
and dates.

Whose idea was the competition?

Mine, I guess.

And Steve won it.

His entry was the only one
worth its salt really.

Why would you invent
something like this?

Well, there was
the local connection,

and I've always been a fan
of the werewolf stuff.

I just thought I'd give it
a modern twist.

An origin story.

No idea it would take off,
though.

It's been nuts.

The competition was just
the beginning.

Who else stands to profit
from the legend?

Someone who runs a website
or a cafe?

Clearly brings people in.

It does, but that
so wasn't the idea.

The Wolf Hunter
belongs to us all.

What's the idea
with the red eyes?

They appear above the door
of The Wolf Hunter's

next victim.

Did they appear above
Jez Gladberry's door?

I have no idea.

Strange, isn't it?

Very.

Fake lore becoming folklore.

- Ssh!
- There you are.

- For you.
- Thank you.

Ooh, it's exciting.

After you.

Wait!

Help! Help!

Help!

Help!

. What do you mean accident?

My Ronnie here could have
been killed.

But I'm fine, love.

What happened?

The door to the sauna
locked shut.

Someone sabotaged the electrics.

One of the guests
was trapped inside.

You can't stay in
that van any longer.

We'll put you in a lodge.

Over my dead body.

-Can be arranged
-What did you say?

I'm DCI Barnaby.

Let's just all calm
down, shall we?

Calm down?

These two are flipping potty.

Ronnie here nearly got
cooked alive.

First they target Jez
and now us.

Who's doing this?

Him, probably.
He's sabotaging us.

Me?

Easy, Mr. Everett.

There's no need for that.

One thing at a time.

Yes, starting with...

what were you doing trying
to get rid of this phone?

I told you I panicked.

That phone might
contain important information

about who killed Mr. Gladberry.

We could charge you
with withholding evidence.

I'm sorry.
...I wasn't thinking.

Why did you have it anyway?

Jez left it.
I knew he was coming back.

Well, I thought he was.

And you didn't think to mention
this when we spoke

about the phone earlier?

I thought it would
seem suspicious.

Not as suspicious as trying
to throw it into a lake.

And then accusing
one of your customers

of trying to sabotage
your business.

Look, I'm sorry about the phone!

But that control unit
didn't smash itself!

First Jez and now this!

Someone is out to get us.

Agreed.

I thought it was bad karma,
but it's much more than that.

And it's damaging.

We need to be at 60% capacity

just to keep our heads
above water.

We borrowed.. heavily.

There was an angel investor
in the wings,

but we are not about
to hit any targets

any investor would insist on.

Apart from Mr. Everett,

has anyone else opposed
the campsite?

Eric Gladberry but,
that was just because he wanted

to buy the land
and we beat him to it.

He's Jez Gladberry's father?

Hmm, he has the windmill
on the edge of the village.

Pat Everett said that you had
words about Jez after he left.

Pat Everett needs to mind
his own business.

We're just stressed.

Is that why you had Jez's phone?

What? No.

Because you were
suspicious of Jez and your wife.

I told you, he just left it.

What happened after you rowed?
Where did you go?

I went for a walk
to clear my head.

I like to channel
the chi energy of nature

to help ease my stress
and dispel negativity.

And did it?

As a matter of fact, it did.

And you?

Uh, I went to The Lamb.

We'll need to check that.

By all means.

Bit of a tumbleweed moment.

Hmm.

- Annie Davids?
- Yes?

- DCI Barnaby.
- DS Winter.

Did Brandon Yarrow
come in last night?

Yes, he did.

Do you remember
what sort of time?

How long he stayed?

No, not really.

We were busy with
the darts tournament,

and, well, me and Brandon
don't talk.

He's your son-in-law?

In name only.

Why don't you get on?

This is a traditional pub
in a traditional village.

Or it was,
before that cafe arrived

and before my daughter
got all doo-lally, new-agey,

trendy-lefty,
pinko-liberal glamping mad.

Not a fan then?

No.

This about Jez's death
and that Wolf Hunter hokum?

Yes, it is.

Keen on that, as well?

Mel and Steve should be shot
for encouraging the whole thing.

Shot? That's a bit harsh,
isn't it?

She and Steve are as thick
as thieves.

Some would say more than that.

Steve used to work here, and,
well, we left on bad terms.

Pint of Best, please, Annie.

Uh, your wife has recovered then
I take it, Mr. Everett?

She needs a drink
to steady her nerves.

We both do.
And a pinot for Ronnie.

Ms. Davids, Mr. Everett.

Any luck with your searches?

None whatsoever.

Oh.

Oh, never mind. Onward.

How are we getting on with the
numbers for our Aunt Sally team?

All signed up.

Magic.

We're gonna smash 'em.

Aren't we, Ronnie?

Course we are, love.

- Hey, Brandon.
- Hey.

Why are you even bothering
doing that?

Just trying to keep on top
of everything.

It's really gone
through the roof now.

It's gone too far
is what it's done.

Someone killed Jez.

You do realize that, don't you?

'Course I do.

But I've got to do this.
I have to.

Why?
What's wrong with you?

Lots of reasons, and there's
nothing wrong with me!

Hey!
What did you do that for?!

Because it's sick, that's why.

Oooh, cat fight. Like it!

Get lost, you waste of space.

What are you doing pretending
you can write anyway?

It's not exactly touch typing,
is it?

Who are you to talk?

It's not exactly Hollywood,
this place, is it?

At least I got some dreams.
Such a loser.

Like I care what you think!

'Cause you know what? You know
nothing about me, nothing!

What's going on?

Ask her.
She's lost the plot.

I've just had enough, okay?
That's all!

I've had enough of
The Wolf Hunter.

I've had enough of this place.
I've had enough of everything.

I got to get out of here
for good.

- Hey, come on.
- No! I'm serious, Mel.

This place is doing my head in.

It won't be forever.

You've had a shock. We all have.

We're all upset about Jez.

We're confused and frightened,
but we can't let that get to us.

We've got to stick together,
right?

Right?

The Yarrows financials are back.
They're definitely struggling.

Brandon gave up his job
in marketing

to follow his wife's dream.

Strangely enough,
we're not the only ones

looking into the Yarrows.

Pat Everett has been
making inquiries.

Maybe he's trying
to push them out.

Keep digging, and also check out
Mel Wallace and Steve Skelton.

And get a tech team
over to the cafe.

I want to know if that post
was made

from one of their computers.

Progress on the boot prints.

Heavy tread and guess what.
Brace yourselves.

Two of them.

The murderer had two legs?

Not so fast, sunshine.

Different sizes,
different boots.

Apart from the victim,

there were two other people
at the murder scene.

An accomplice?

Or someone else came across
the body

and posted about it
on the website.

What about the wolf paw cane
at The Hub?

Was that the one in the woods?

Definitely not.

The one used in the woods
has a chip in it.

You're looking for a wolf cane
with a broken little toe.

Ow!

Mr. Gladberry?

DCI Barnaby, Causton CID.

I'm very sorry about
what happened to your son.

Lovely view.

My wife's favourite, until
she fell ill and died last year.

I'm very sorry
to hear that, too.

Did you do the paintings
of the Wolf Hunter

at the local exhibition?

No, they're not mine.

Are you going to paint
the campsite, as well?

Well, I'll leave that till last.

Shame it's there really.

Spoils the view,
don't you think?

I've gotten used to it now.

Was Jez seeing anyone?

Yes.

I may be old, but I'm not deaf.

Do you know who?

No idea.
We... we didn't talk much.

Not since his... his mother
died, and, you know, uh,

this stuff got a grip of me.

Cheers.

Ah.

Jez.

Ah, another bottle.

My cane. Where's my...

- Did I...
- Please, allow me.

Have you injured yourself?

Thank you.

Hip replacement.

Jez made the cane for me.

Do you know of any others
that he made”?

No. Can't say I do.

Yes, Winter.

There's no mention in his
Order Book of Wolf Hunter items.

But check this out.

It wasn't just the photograph
that was interesting.

Tech got back to me
about Jez's call history.

Yesterday, the same number
called him 11 times

and texted to meet
in the woods last night.

And that phone belongs to?

Kelly Kirk-Lees.

Oh?

Excuse me.

We'd like to ask you
a couple of questions.

You can ask.

Were you in a relationship
with Mr. Gladberry?

A what with Mr. who?

What century do you think
this is?

We found this.

Oh, that.

Friends with benefits.

- It's when two...
- Yes, we know what that is.

Would you say you and Jez
were close then?

What's it to you?

You arranged to meet him
in Worthy Wood last night.

We have a record of the text.

Then you must be imagining it.

Here. Look.

See?
No text about the woods.

You could have just deleted it.

I didn't go anywhere
near the woods last night.

I hate them. Spook me out.

So where were you last night?

At home with Josie. Ask her.

We will.

Did you have your phone
on you all day yesterday?

Of course.

Although I do sometimes leave it
lying about if we're busy.

Sir.

Who lives here?

Me and Josie.

Cuppa, love?

You making tea?

Am I in Heaven?

Nearly, thanks to this bunch.

Best sleep I have had in ages.

Well, you nearly fried alive.

No wonder you slept well.

You going for your walk?

Yes, I think I will.

Want me to come?

No. I'll go on my own
if that's okay.

You needn't worry about a thing.
We'll have an officer here.

I'm not worried.

It'll just be Wade Andow
mucking about.

Kelly!

Kelly, oh, my God! We're next!

It's fine, Josie.
Don't worry about it.

It'll just be a joke.

Well, what if it's not?
What if we're next?

We won't be. It's okay.

Can I just ask,
where were you last night?

Here.

In watching telly with Kel.

Satisfied?

Come on, Josie.

Sir.

The post about Jez's death,

it was sent from one
of the computers in the cafe

by someone calling themselves
"The Wolf Slasher."

I'll go there.

You take those boots
back to Fleur.

Let's see if any of them match
the prints

she found in the woods.

Sir.

I'm so sorry. I have
no idea who The Wolf Slasher is.

People make up names
all the time.

So when the cafe's open,
anyone can use this computer?

Yes.

Do you have CCTV?

No, I'm afraid not.

This was posted at 8:13 am.
What time do you open?

9:00.

So, whoever left this was here
before opening time.

Does anyone else have keys?

Um, Steve sort of does,

as he's living on site
at the moment.

I'm going to need
a word with him.

Mr. Skelton?

DCI Barnaby.

Do you have any idea
where he might be?

Out taking photos probably.

Ah, there was a cash prize for
the competition.

Who paid for that?

I did.

Very generous of you.

Are you and Mr. Skelton
involved?

No.

Contrary to popular opinion,
we're just friends.

I'm not one to take chances
on the roulette wheel of love.

You're a very generous friend,
providing him

with somewhere to live,
letting him win the competition.

His was the best entry.

I spoke with the landlady
at The Lamb.

Oh, hard luck.

I gather Mr. Skelton
used to work there.

- He quit.
- Because?

Well, Annie is best friends
with Steve's ex, Rachel,

who I get wasn't happy,
but then Annie encouraged Rachel

to dump him and do a runner,

leaving him with all this debt
and Josie to look out for.

It's been a real struggle,
but he's tried his best.

And yet he still keeps
her photograph?

He still sends her money.
He's crazy about her.

He even thinks that she might
come back one day.

She won't, especially if Annie
keeps badmouthing him.

We'll get our revenge, though.

Excuse me?

It... it's the Annual
Battle of Aunt Sally tomorrow.

Ah, I see.

Does Mr. Skelton sell
these photographs?

If he can.

Steve does anything to bring
in whatever he can.

So it's very much in his
interests for the myth to grow.

I suppose.

Well, when he comes back,
please get him to contact me.

Yes, of course.

Steve Skelton, wherever he is,

seems most likely
to have posted the news.

But why target Jez?

And if you're the murderer,
then why advertise

the fact by posting
as The Wolf Slasher?

To create an atmosphere
of fear and paranoia maybe?

What else?

Well, we know that
Kelly Kirk-Lees,

or someone using her phone,
lured the victim into the woods.

That could be anyone
that uses The Hub,

which is pretty much everyone.

How are we doing on the boots?

Perfect match actually.

Who do they belong to?

According to the label...

whose writing is this?

Mine.

Kelly Kirk-Lees.

Yes, I'm on it.

Kel?

Kel?

Kel?

Oy!

Wait!

No, no!

Same wolf cane with
the broken toe.

And same boots that we haven't
been able to identify yet.

Only these are
a stronger imprint.

So let's hope these ones
were made for talking.

Indeed.

And a funeral wreath.

What was in her rucksack?

Cash and clothes.

Looks like she was leaving
the village, poor thing.

Or trying to.

Kelly Kirk-Lees' family
have been informed.

They live in Scotland.

Uh...

Oh, sorry.

So what was Kelly doing at the
scene of Jez Gladberry's murder?

Assuming she was the one
wearing the boots.

Where's her flatmate,
Josie Skelton?

She was found nearby,
distressed.

She's with her father,
Steve Skelton.

Well, we need to talk
to him anyway.

Not least to find out
if this camera's his.

Found it on a wall.

Yes, it is my camera.
Can I have it back?

All in good time.

Someone posted from the cafe
yesterday morning

about Jez Gladberry's murder
under the name

of "The Wolf Slasher."

- Was that you?
- No.

I was out early with that camera
trying to capture the sunrise.

Nowhere near the woods.

Can anyone verify that?

- I was on my own.
- What about last night?

I was trying to stage
some shots of The Wolf Hunter.

The camera was on a timer.

I was walking in front of it
for a shot

when your headlights
turned on me.

It was you that I chased?

Yes.

I ran back to the flat.

Via the churchyard
and Kelly Kirk-Lees?

No!

You can see why
we might think otherwise.

Kelly Kirk-Lees was murdered
at a time

when you were in the vicinity
dressed like the man himself.

Tell us about the cuts
on your hands.

I fell when he was chasing me!

Look, if I was a killer,
why would I take photos?!

Trust me, you wouldn't
be the first.

And what were you hoping
to achieve

with the photographs anyway?

To keep the myth alive?

What does it matter?

The Wolf Hunter's mine.
I came up with it.

I can do what I want.

- Not really, Dad.
- Yes, really!

It was my original idea.

Everyone else just surfed
on the back of it.

I thought that was the point.

- T is.
- Josie, please!

No, Dad, you can't just
take credit.

Yes, I can! I have to!

You don't understand.
I did it for you.

For financial gain?

Yeah, I'm skint, okay?

I thought if I had some shots,
some real ones,

then... I could sell them.

And you knew people
would pay more

if they felt they'd seen
the murderer

in action... highly ethical.

Hey!
I'm desperate, okay?

You're doing all of this
for money?

And to get your mum back.

You know that's
never gonna happen!

Did you know Kelly was
leaving the village?

Not really.

Why did you follow her?

I'm not sure. I...

How serious were Jez and Kelly?

They were pretty new.

Um, yeah,
they were going for it.

There was talk about them
moving in together.

How did you get on with Jez?

Me?

Yeah, he was all right.

You and Kelly were good friends.

Did you ever share clothes?

Sometimes.

What about boots?

No.

If Jez's relationship with Kelly
was serious,

then we could just be talking
about a case of jealous lover.

Rowan Yarrow?

Possibly. I think something else
is going on, though.

The slashing, the gunshot.
And why use the myth?

It's like they want
some kind of vengeance.

Mm. So, what do we do now?

Well, it's early, and we've
been up all night so, um,

I'll pop home, and you
can hold the fort here.

You've slept in.

I never.

Don't be ridiculous.

Bloody hell.

Must be all that stress.

Or beer.

Or you like the bed.

Pat, I've been thinking.

Uh-oh.

We've tried everything,
nothing's worked.

Everything's changing.

I think this has to be
the last year we come here.

It's over.

Oh!

Blimey!

What? You're gonna
give me a heart attack!

I don't know. Out all night?

Blame Winter.

He leads me astray.

You okay?

If I could figure out
what was going on.

The key is somehow buried
in the myth of The Wolf Hunter.

I just can't quite fathom
what it is.

Well, what do you need to know?

I spent half the night reading
the kids'

local history projects,
and the Wolf Hunter

featured pretty heavily.

Why would he appeal to kids?

This is someone who goes around
killing people and wolves.

But he's conflicted.

I think the kids respond
to his vulnerability.

Vulnerability?
I'm clearly missing something.

He was abandoned as a child
by his family.

Left alone in the woods
on the night of a full moon.

Abandoned because?

The wolves were closing in
and his family fled.

And then the wolves
brought him up.

So the wolf is both predator
and protector.

Exactly.

The Wolf Hunter
is torn between loving

and hating both of his families.

That's why even someone like
Wade Andow can relate to him.

Do you know him?

Yeah, he was a pupil of ours,
but we had to let him go.

He's in the paper
talking about finding the body.

He lashed out at a teacher he
thought was looking down on him.

He was a very sensitive boy
with a really bad attitude.

It was such a shame.
He was talented.

He showed real potential
as an artist.

Thanks for the call, Mark.

You've clearly heard the news.

Yeah.

You and Kelly
were obviously close.

How long had you known her?

I've sort of always
known of her.

I came here 18 years ago.

That was the summer
that she was born.

And then a few years ago,

she just swung into the cafe
demanding a job.

Do you have any idea
why she was leaving

or where she was going?

London. Yeah, she always
talked about it.

She dreamt of bigger things
than Little Worthy.

And why would she go
through with it now?

Because of what happened
to Jez I guess.

She loved him to bits.

Can you think of anyone
who might have had a grudge

against either Jez or Kelly?

Or both?

No.

No, they got on with everyone.

Well, Kelly didn't, but...

She kind of treated
everyone with equal contempt.

What about Rowan Yarrow?
How was Kelly about her?

Oh, fireworks those two,

all that new agey stuff
wound Kel right up.

And she also thought
that Rowan was after Jez.

Excuse me.

Yes. Winter.

I'm in Jez Gladberry's workshop.

It's been broken into, and I
think I know what's been taken.

Bolt cutters.

What are you doing?

It's black tourmaline.

It's good for soaking up
negative energy.

Oh, right.

Jez Gladberry.

Did you know that he was seeing
Kelly Kirk-Lees?

Yes. Yes, I did.
He confided in me.

He was stressing
about his father, life and love.

I suggested I do
some reiki healing.

And he told me about Kelly.

I'm so sorry to hear
about what's happened.

Did you know Miss Kirk-Lees?

A bit, from The Hub.

She was...

...quite a live wire.

Indeed.

And, um, why was
Mr. Gladberry stressing?

You mentioned love.

I got the impression he might
have been seeing someone else

apart from Kelly.

I'm going to need a little bit
more than that

I'm afraid, Mrs. Yarrow.

Were you fond of Mr. Gladberry?

Perhaps jealous of his
growing relationship with Kelly?

No, of course not.

After all the things
I've done for you?

These people have done
nothing to me.

They have to me.
They have to go.

- How many more?
- Until it's over.

- And when will that be?
- Soon!

Come on, Wade.

Just one more.

That's all.

Annie.

How's business?

Thriving?

Not great, to be honest.

I told you.

Little Worthy isn't ready
for fancy camping.

We'll see.

Come on, Bran.

Way too much negativity
around here.

Right. To the victor,
the spoils.

And what lovely
spoils they are...

great big keg of best bitter.

Right, let's show this shower
who's boss round here.

Ronnie?

Missed by a whisker.

- Whisker.
- By a country mile more like.

You do know
that you are supposed

to actually hit the target?

Watch it, you!

Come on, Mel, you've got this.

Come on, Mel.

Pat Everett's been contacting

the property companies
in the area.

Do you think they're trying
to drive them out and take over?

Could the murders be something
to do with that?

Not much of a motive,
though, is it?

Murder's hardly good
for business, is it?

Two deaths in the village
will be the end

of Yarrow gla... camping.

Let's call it by its
proper name, shall we?

It's a glamp site, Winter.

You see, language is a living,
breathing thing.

That's part of the beauty of it.

What do we know
about Mr. Everett?

Self-made man.
He's been coming here for years.

His wife goes off
for walks on her own.

I mean, do you think she could
be capable of killing someone?

Let's find out where
Ronnie Everett

goes on her walks.

Oi!

You two! Stop gawping.

Come here.

Can't we have him instead?

No, you can't.

Good luck.

I might have something for you.

Can't you see
we're busy detecting?

Love an Aunt Sally, me.

Well, don't just stand there,
have my go.

Me elbow's playing up.

Yes!

Oh! Yes! We won!

It's all about technique,
Winter.

Wallop!

By jingo, you've got
some gumption.

Thanks.

I think.

Oh, thank you.

I can confirm Kelly Kirk-Lees
was shot with a silver bullet.

Fired from a real gun?

Very much so.

And not the one at The Hub.
Confirmed as a fake yesterday.

Also had a bit of time
over a cuppa, so thought

I'd read Josie Skelton's blog
about The Wolf Hunter.

And?

The phrasing is
remarkably similar

to the phrasing
used by The Wolf Slasher.

Thank you.

Well, I guess
there's always next year.

I don't know why we bother.

Oh, that's the spirit.

What's going on?!

What are you doing?

I've had enough!
I hate everything about this!

Kelly was right!
It's gone too far!

And no one cares!

Hey! I've put a lot of work
into this!

Yeah, just to make money.

To get your mum back!

No, no, no. No.

To get us all back on track,
so we can be together again.

Don't touch me!

You don't get it, do you?

Mum is never coming back.

She doesn't want to be here
with you.

Don't you dare say that!

Steve! Stop it.
Leave it.

Okay, just let it go.

It's okay, Josie.

She's gone now.

I'm so sorry.

Popping out.

As you wish, love.

Then later,
shall we go to the pub, eh?

Seeing as we're off tomorrow
and maybe...

aren't coming back,
this could be the last time.

Can I join you?

Yes.

Yes, I would like that.

Hello?

In here.

Exhibition finished?

Well, I think we've all had
enough of The Wolf Hunter,

now, don't you?

Can I help you?

Actually, it's Josie I need
to speak to.

In your blog about
The Wolf Hunter,

you refer to his claws being
like "silver shining talons."

The Wolf Slasher, reporting
Jez Gladberry's death, said,

"He was ripped by silver
shining talons."

Funny that, isn't it?

So, you could have borrowed
Kelly's boots,

which potentially places
you near the scene of

Jez Gladberry's murder,
and you were very much

in the vicinity of Kelly's.

So, were you in the woods
the night before last?

The truth.

It was you who found Jez's body
and posted about it online.

Did you see or hear anything?

No.

But I didn't arrive till later.

Wade...

Wade left early next morning
'cause he's like that.

So, you and Wade are an item?

God no.

Kind of.

I like him loads,
but he's not into me.

I see.

How did you get into The Hub?

Dad gave me a set of keys
in case I ever needed them.

Hm.

You said you didn't get
to the woods until late.

Was Wade already there
when you arrived?

Yes.

He said he'd been there ages
putting up the.. tent.

Tragic seeing it
going to ruination.

Wade who?

Andow, to whom you have leant
easels and paint

and presumably your expertise.

Have you taken him
under your wing?

Well, someone had to.

The boy has talent.

Just needed bringing out,
you know?

You know, I always thought that
Jez might pick up a brush,

but he didn't.

Wasted his potential.

An odd job man and smithy!

Each to his own,
Mr. Gladberry.

Customary when painting
a landscape to paint

everything that's there,
isn't it?

An artist can do as he pleases.

Still, to do so many and not
to include the camp site.

What is it about
that view, Mr. Gladberry?

Your wife's favourite you said.

We used to sit outside
and look at it.

And they were building
that damned site.

She couldn't even die in peace.

Is that why you're
sabotaging the site?

Or getting Wade to?

What is the point in developing
his talents

if you're just going to
persuade him to commit crimes?

I just wanted that place gone!

Mr. Gladberry,
where is Wade now?

Sir?

Wait!

Don't go any further.

It's not safe. Come down.

Presumably it was you
who broke into Jez's workshop

and stole the bolt cutters,
as well as going online

and posting bad reviews
of Yarrow Glamping.

Did you also take a gun
from the workshop?

- No.
- What about killing two people

in the manner of
The Wolf Hunter?

No, of course not.

But you were in the woods
the night Jez was killed.

I hear you have a lot of talent.

So why would you waste it?

For money?
Was Mr. Gladberry paying you?

No.

I just owed it to him.

He didn't mean to hurt anyone.

He just wants
the campsite shut down.

You could have said no.

I could have,
but, do you know what it's like

to have everyone think
you're a no mark loser

who'll do nothing
with their life?

Eric was good to me.

He took me under his wing,
encouraged me,

and he was broken
after his wife died.

How did Jez feel about
your friendship with his Dad?

Jez didn't care.
He had other things on his mind.

Like what?

Women.

Plural?

Kelly Kirk-Lees and...

who else?

I don't know.

But he'd been seeing
someone else for ages.

I just thank God no one
was injured, to be honest.

Oh, thanks, Brandon.

Hang on a second.

What's going on?

I don't understand.

Who fixed it?

It were just your flange
and sprocket mechanism.

And your widget needed
unblocking.

- How do you know about...
- Pumps, lad, pumps.

That's how I made my money.

You can't hammer a nail
in over the Internet.

You can knock it off the bill.

Oh, tell him, love.

Tell him what?

That angel investor you were
in touch with...

You're looking at him.

- What?
- No way.

I only invest in the best.

That's why I were testing you.

I don't understand.
You hate glamping.

Aye, but I love Ronnie,
and I love it round here.

We were going to move here
permanently,

but we've changed our mind.

Because of us?

No, no.

It's just time for us
to move on.

We wish you well.

We better be getting on.
Got us goodbyes to do.

We'll keep in touch.

Sir, I checked the properties

that the Everetts
have been looking at.

It's Daisy Cottage.
It's been empty for years.

So, did one of them
used to live there?

Do they want to buy it?

It's listed to
a holding company.

We'll find out
whose behind that.

The Everetts have been coming
here for decades, haven't they?

36 years.

Ronnie Everett was very specific
about that.

The previous owners used it
as a rental property.

Maybe they stayed there once?

Your holiday snaps are back.

Winter.

Thank you.

A KA., Mr. Skelton's film.

I think you'll like them.

What's that?

Yeah, thought
you'd like that bit.

So I had it enlarged.

Another Wolf Hunter.

The real one.

So Steve Skelton
was telling the truth.

He isn't The Wolf Hunter.

So who is?

Well, I have more
on the boot prints.

They belong to someone
who repeatedly puts

a lot of weight on one side,
someone with a consistent limp.

Thank you, Annie

Oh, you shouldn't have.

Well, it's only wee.

Oh, we're going to miss you
so much, you know?

Thank you. You've always
been so kind to us.

Mr. Gladberry.

Did you find Wade?

Yes, indeed.

Just in time.

He's been charged over trying
to sabotage Yarrow Glamping,

as you will be.

But first, I'd like to ask you
about a pair of boots you own.

Heavy tread.

Have you found them?

Excuse me?

My hip's been killing me
without them.

They just
disappeared from the house.

Well, who took them?

I don't know.
I... I asked Jez about it,

and he said
he didn't know either.

But you know what,
I figure it's, um,

most probably
someone he's seeing.

You never met this person,
but you sometimes heard them?

When were they last there?

Three nights ago.

Did you hear anything specific,
like a row?

No.

But I was pretty out of it
at the time, so...

Are the Everetts leaving?

Sadly.

Salt of the earth, those two.

I gather they were interested
in a cottage in the woods.

Any idea why?

They stayed there the
first time the entire summer.

They're definitely
going to be missed.

You talk as if they're
never coming back.

They're not.
They're leaving for good.

This photograph.

From that first summer.

We thought they'd be back
next time with a little one.

But they weren't.

And no mention.

We thought they'd
lost the child.

Didn't really like to ask.

Well, you don't, do you?

Sir.

I'd take Mr. Gladberry
to the station and charge him

over the damage to
Yarrow Glamping.

And find out when
the current owner

bought that cottage
in the woods.

Will do.
Where are you going?

To see if Josie Skelton
has any idea who else

Jez Gladberry was seeing.

Sorry, we're not...

Oh, hello!

We're heading off later.

Oh, well, I'll see you
next time.

Not sure you will.

All that glamping.

I thought we thought we could
hack it, but it's not to be.

Me and that Brandon,
chalk and cheese.

So we won't be coming back.

We wanted to give you
just a little present

to say thank you for all
the cups of tea over the years.

Oh, thank you.

Ronnie's read that cover
to cover about a million times.

We thought it were time
to pass it on.

Well, it belongs here
in the village.

Well, cheerio.

Bye.

Bye-bye, love.

Wow.

Kel never went near
the Gladberrys' house.

She was scared of Mr. Gladberry.

If she saw Jez,
she saw him here.

Have you any idea who else
Jez might have been seeing?

Someone less scared
of Mr. Gladberry perhaps?

No idea.

You're really letting
The Wolf Hunter go then?

You bet.

Tell me the different elements
of the myth.

The mask, the eyes,
being left in the woods.

Who came up with what?

The werewolf thing was my dad's.

The silver bullet and red eyes.

The website stuff was me.

What about being left
in the woods?

Whose idea was that?

I can't remember now.

Mel maybe.

Winter.

Wolf eyes on the sign
at the campsite.

Did you find out about
the sale of the cottage?

It was bought 18 years ago.

Still trying to track down who's
behind the holding company.

It's okay.
I think I know.

What's going on?

I'm not sure.

We'll need you to account
for all your guests.

Where's your husband?

I don't know.
He took a call.

Mr. Everett, Mrs. Everett,

you've been coming to the
village for 36 years I believe.

The first time you came,
you stayed at Daisy Cottage.

Why do you keep coming back?

It's private.

I'm sorry, but I have to ask,
do you have any children?

No.

No, we don't.

Did you once?

We had a baby.

She was conceived
at Daisy Cottage.

But we lost her, and then
we couldn't have anymore.

Lost her in what way?

I said it's private.

It's all right, Pat.

We gave her up for adoption.

We were young, from strict
Catholic backgrounds.

We'd only just met and didn't
know if we'd stay together.

We've regretted it
every day since.

Did you have any way
of tracking the child down?

At that time, didn't want that,
so we didn't give our details.

We just left a postcard.

But you've kept coming
back here?

We wanted to buy the cottage,
but...

the trail went cold
on who owned it.

It's just too upsetting.

And we've given up hope.

Have you said
your goodbyes to people?

We have.

Have you given the glamp site
as the reason?

Yeah.

I mean, we won't mention
the real reason, would we?

You said your husband
received a call.

Do you know who from?

He just said it was
a potential investor.

He's gone to meet them.

He's not meeting an investor.

He's meeting The Wolf Hunter,

and I think I know where.

I don't understand.

Nor did I at first.

I thought it was
about vengeance.

But it's not.

I think it's about abandonment.

No.

This doesn't have to happen!

You said you weren't one
for taking chances

on the roulette wheel of love.

But you did, didn't you?
You took a chance, and you lost.

Why did you create a nest,
a haven?

Because I never had one.

Do you know what that's like?

To be always on your own, huh?

Until I let Jez in and Kelly.

I get that the costume was easy

and that you took the boots
from Eric Gladberry,

but a real gun?

Yeah, because the smithy in Jez
wanted to create the real thing,

but we couldn't have it
in the exhibition.

What about the cane?

It was the first one
that he did, but it broke.

Jez was going to leave,
and I couldn't have that.

I can't bear to be left.

We had a year.

I finally let someone in
who I could trust.

Or so I thought.

Why The Wolf Hunter?

Because like him, I was left
in the wilderness, abandoned.

Not just by Jez
but by your parents.

Did you look for them?

Yes, of course I did,
as soon as I was 18.

But the records didn't exist,

just some money
and a postcard of this place.

So I came here, and I secretly
bought the cottage.

But you know who your parents
are now, don't you?

Abandoning me again.

Only this time, it's his fault
that they're leaving!

Why don't you see them,
speak to them, meet them?

Because I've done wrong!

I can't bear the thought of them
knowing that.

Why didn't you make them stay!

No! Think, Mel.

Put the pistol down.

Why?!
Why? What's the point?

It's too late! They've gone.

They gave me a book on daisies.

Oh, great!
Well, that's how I knew it.

Because the postcard
I had said that

Mum loves them and this place.

So all the while they were here
the whole time!

They still are.

Yes, but I can't see them,
can I?

Oh, I must have been so bad
for them to leave me.

I must have been.

Otherwise, why would
they give me up?

Because we were young!

We cared too much what
other people would think.

We didn't know any better.

- We let you down.
- No, no, no, no, no.

Not after what I've done, no.

- It's okay.
- No, it's not okay!

All I've ever wanted was a...
a family!

It's all I ever dreamed of!

Why did you leave me?!

I was a coward.

I couldn't find you!

I tried to find you!

Why does everybody leave me?

You want someone to blame,
blame us.

Not Mr. Yarrow here.

He's the one
that's driven you away!

He hasn't.

We're not going.

I don't care what you've done.

You're my flesh and blood.

Whatever happens after this,
I will never leave you again.

Nor me.

Mel.

My little Melanie.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Mum?

Oh.

It's a little gift I made.

Thank you. It's beautiful.

Are you gonna be okay?

Yeah.

Pat's decided to help out.

Mum and Dad have
said they'll chip in.

Fingers crossed.

And the Everetts,
are they gonna stay on?

Yeah.
Yeah, in the cottage.

To be here for Mel.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming.

You're welcome!

Any ideas where John got to?

I can't wait for us to try out

some of these
treatments together.

Sit.

No, Paddy, sit!

Stay.

Ah, since you all wanted
to check out the treatments,

I thought I'd see
what this was like.

But I'm fine, really
don't worry about me.

Yeah, we can see that.

Well, once your muscles
have relaxed,

perhaps you'd like
to try the, uh, shakti mat.

The what? What's that?

It's a bed of nails, darling.

How about hirudotherapy?

Where they put
bloodsucking leeches on you.

Paddy!