Midsomer Murders (1997–…): Season 7, Episode 5 - The Maid in Splendour - full transcript

KNOCK AT DOOR
Come in.

Sorry, Michael. The extractor fan in
the dining room has packed up again.

Well, you should speak to Stephen.
I did...yesterday.

All right, Audrey, I'll have a word.

It's not good for you, you know.

It's only a small one.
Don't tell Stephen.

I meant sitting in this room
looking at those photographs.

It's three years, Michael.
It's time you got on with your life.

Ah, Michael. The man himself.
Good evening, Lawrence.

Are you dining with us tonight?
We are.

I can recommend the duck.



Good evening, good evening.
Good evening, Vivian.

You're looking well.

Apparently, the extractor in
the dining room has packed up again.

Someone's looking at it tomorrow.
Fine. As long as it's under control.

You're the boss now.
That's right, I am - so relax.

You've got to start taking it easy
like the doctor said.

I know when I'm not wanted.

Why can't he stay out of the way?
Lorna, he's only just retired.

How are we supposed to run the place
with him hanging around?

If it wasn't for my father,
there wouldn't be a pub to run,
so show some bloody respect.

Yes, Mr Bullard. Same again?
Thanks, Stephen.

Are you working in the snug tonight?
Yeah, worse luck.

Why, what's wrong? My old man's
in there, getting tanked up.

Hey, are you doing anything
later on?



Yes, Jamie, I am.

Bella, Jamie. Everything OK
in this neck of the woods?

BOTH: Fine, Mr Bannerman.

You'd better get back in the snug,Jamie,
and serve the old codgers
before they turn nasty.

Where's your mother?

She's just taking
Mr Haggard's order.

Bella, my dear,when you've got a moment,
would you sort me out a large Scotch
and put it in the usual place?

You are a bad man.
You're supposed to be cutting down.

It's our little secret.

Is there room for a Scotch in that?

Yeah, I suppose so, Dad.

Well, there shouldn't be
if you pulled me a full pint.

All right, all right.

Good evening, gentlemen.
All's well, I trust.

Apart from your staff
serving short measures, yes.

Er, they want another case of claret
in the restaurant, Jamie.

I'll keep an eye
on the riffraff in here.

You should go easy on the boy,
Clive.

He's my son.
I'll treat him as I see fit.

Sons should be kept in their place.

And you can keep that.

And I suppose I'll have to buy
you two hooligans a drink also.

Same again, Wesley?
Thank you kindly, Michael.

Will you take a drink with me,
Mr Benbow, sir?

Oh...I don't mind.

And talking of sons - I hear your
Stephen's pulling this bar down,

making it part of the restaurant.

Oh, is that what you hear, Clive?

I hear you're selling your garage to
Lawrence Haggard and going to Spain.

Over my dead body.

You ought to know better than
listen to gossip in this village.

(MUTTERS) No work clothes.

What's that, Mr Benbow, sir?

No work clothes.

What do you know about work clothes,
you old stoat? You've never done a day's work
in your life.

No work clothes.

When that notice goes up, ordinary
folk'll have to drink elsewhere.

Listen to me, you miserable beggars,
no such sign's going up in this pub.

Stephen's the boss now
and, yes, he has plans
and that's all right and proper.

But everyone has always been welcome
at The Maid and that's how it's going to stay.

Cheers.

Take some vegetables, darling.

How's the Midsomer Film Festival
coming along?

Oh, great. The Erotica season
sold out straightaway.

Don't worry - I saved you
some tickets. You must be joking.

Lovely. Thank you, darling.
DOORBELL

Who on earth could that be?
It might be Dan. Dan who?

Dan Scott, Dad.

I bumped into him in Causton.
He said he might bring
some paperwork over.

Don't just leave him
standing on the doorstep, Tom.

How does the boy do it? He can
smell a free meal at ten miles.

I printed out those statistics
you asked about.

Thank you, sir.

It's a sort of stew.

A sort of stew. My favourite, Mrs B.

Are you driving, Scott?
Yes, sir.

Then you won't be wanting any wine,
will you?

So, who is it?
Who's the lucky bloke?

Mind your own business.

Give me
a hand behind the bar, Bella.

Good evening, Mr Cruickshank.

What are you doing here, Haggard -
as if I didn't know?

Mr Cruickshank owns the garage
and the handsome house next to it.

Lovely property. Great potential.

Yeah, well, stop licking your lips
cos I'm staying put.

You can wave all the money you like.
I won't roll over like some people
in this village.

Now, out of my way, Haggard.

I'm off home to my lovely property.

He could be trouble.
Don't worry, he'll come round.

They all do in the end.

Go, Jezzer.

Jezzer.

Come here, girl.

Bloody hell.

His name is Jamie Cruickshank.

Worked at the local pub -
The Maid In Splendour.

What's your first impressions,
George?

Are you all right, George?

I know the victim.
I was in The Maid only last night.
Nice lad.

Oh, George, I'm sorry.

It looks like he was shot from behind
with both barrels
of a 12-gauge shotgun,

range between 5 and 10 yards.

Time of death?

Between 12 midnight
and 4am last night. Rough guess.

I'll retrieve the pellets
and send them to Ballistics
after he's been X-rayed.

We'll need any fragments of the wad.

Yes. There should be some
in the entry wound at that range.

This could be the lad's cap, sir.

It's brand-new, isn't it?
Yeah.

Mr Sykes has handed his gun to
Forensics, for what it's worth.

We'll need a list of all the people
with gun permits in the area.

We need the cartridges to match
the firing-pin markings with the gun.

The woods are full of old ones, but
no new ones and none near the body.

Where's the divers?
They'll be about an hour.

Maybe they can find a weapon
in that stinking pond.

That looks recent, doesn't it?

Bag it, Scott.
Forensics might pick up some prints.

You think he met someone here, sir?

Someone was using the place,
that's for sure.

But I don't see Jamie Cruickshank
affording a 30-quid bottle of claret,
do you?

Unless he nicked it from the pub,
sir.

Came here with a friend, had a few
drinks, messed around with a gun.

No, no. If Jamie brought a friend
here, chances are it'd be a girl.

This is the sort of place
to bring totty
when you've got nowhere else to go.

That's beautifully put, as ever.
Thank you, sir.

Right, Scott, we must go and tell
his family. Let's get that over with.

I left The Maid about...11:15.
I don't know what time Jamie left.

He had cleaning up to do, I suppose.

Did Jamie have a girlfriend?

No. He had better things to do.

He was going out with Bella Monday.
He was not.
He was until recently.

Bella Monday?
Did she live in the village?

Yes, she works at the restaurant,
at The Maid with her mother.

Did Jamie have a shotgun?

Yeah, course he did.
It's locked up with mine.

Do you mind if we have a look?
No.

When were the guns last used, sir?

About a couple of weeks ago.
But I've cleaned them both since.

Oh, Jamie was happy at The Maid.

Yeah. Michael Bannerman,
he made this village.

Stephen and that bastard, Lawrence
Haggard, are tearing it apart.

Who's Lawrence Haggard?
Incomer.

Wants to use this village
like a supermarket.

He's bought the manor, the rectory,
he's trying to buy me.

Will you listen to yourself?

Our son has just been murdered
and you're going on
about Lawrence Haggard.

This has nothing
to do with our Jamie.

She's not wrong, sir.

He's just worried about a bloke
buying his garage.

People express grief
in different ways, Scott. Yes, sir.

Where to now?

The Maid In Splendour.
Let's take a look at this famous pub.

Are you going to be all right?

Good morning.

I'm sorry, sir, we aren't open yet.

Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby
from Causton CID,

I'm looking for Michael Bannerman.
I'll take you to his office.

That's kind. And you are?
Audrey Monday.

This is my daughter Bella.

This way, please.

I'd like to talk to you after
I've seen Mr Bannerman. Of course.

We're going to have to talk to you
as well.

Scott!

I was in the snug
when Stephen called time.

I did a tour, said good night to
everybody and then went upstairs.

Jamie was collecting glasses
in the lounge, I think.

You went upstairs to do what,
Mr Bannerman?

I live on the premises, Inspector.

After my wife passed away,
I moved into a little flat upstairs.

So you don't know, you can't know,
what time Jamie left the pub?

No, I'm afraid not.

What sort of lad was Jamie, sir?

Oh, he was terrific. Very popular,
a good worker, always cheerful.

Every- Everyone in the village
liked Jamie.

I believe he was going out with a
girl who works here - Bella Monday.

Yes, yes, he was very keen on her,
I believe.

According to his mother, anyway.

I understand Jamie was into guns.

Into guns? If you mean
"did he shoot", yes, he did.

Hunting, shooting and fishing are
popular round here, I'm glad to say.

Do you shoot, Mr Bannerman?
Er...not any more, no.

When my wife died, I had, er...
well, a bit of a heart problem.

I'm fit as a fiddle now,
but I handed my gun over to Stephen.

You also handed the pub over.

Yes, yes, yes. Shown the red card.

Yes, no,
I, er, was told to take things easy.

Stephen's the boss now.
He's doing a great job.

The Maid In Splendour,
what's that about?

Oh, that's a local legend.

A young knight goes to the crusades
before he can marry his beloved
and she vows to wait for him.

But by the time he gets back,
he's old, broken by the war.

She's still as beautiful as ever,
hasn't aged a day.

So, to free her from her obligation,
he dives into Lake Splendour
and drowns.

Lake Splendour?

That's a stagnant pond
up by Hunter's Wood.

The name's ironic,
at least it is these days.

So he chucks himself in the pond,
end of story.

No, no. The maid was brokenhearted.
She still loved him, you see,

despite his age and infirmity,
so she threw herself in the lake
after him.

Hence, The Maid In Splendour.

That's what I like, a happy ending.

They took my gun away...

Mm.
..to test it.

(SNIFFS) Yeah.

I hope you don't think
that I had anything to do with...

..you know.

No, Wesley, I don't.

You're about the only person
round here I trust.

I think Jamie left before me.

I was waiting for Mum.

I took a coffee and sandwiches
up to Mr Bannerman before I left

and we talked for about ten minutes.

Then I came down
to cash up in the restaurant.

Jamie came in to say good night
about quarter past eleven.

Then I drove Bella home.

Did Jamie mention
where he was going that night? No.

He asked me
if I wanted to go into Causton.

I said I was going out.
But you didn't go out, did you?

I changed my mind.

I was tired so...
I went home with Mum.

You went out with Jamie for a bit,
didn't you?

We only went out a couple of times.

He was very nice...Jamie,
but he was a bit...

you know...young for his age.

Did you ever go up to the old cottage
in Hunter's Wood with Jamie?

No, I did not.

We have to ask these questions,
I'm afraid.

Did he have any enemies that you know
of? Anyone he didn't get on with?

Jamie got on with everyone.
Except his dad.

His dad hated him working here.

Why?

Michael Bannerman is a very popular
man in the village, Inspector.

Now that Stephen Bannerman
has taken over The Maid...

Well...Michael Bannerman's
a hard act to follow.

Mr Bannerman, do you mind if I
ask you a few questions about Jamie?

OK. Make it snappy,
we open in quarter of an hour.

Business as usual, eh?
That's right.

I'm sorry about Jamie.
He was a good kid.

But life must go on.

Yeah. What time did Jamie
leave the pub last night?

He came in and said good night
about 11:15.

What was he doing in Hunter's Wood?
Fooling around, I expect.

And what did you do
after the pub closed last night?

Me? Sat down here,
did some paperwork.
On your own? Yeah.

For how long?
About an hour...hour and a half.

VAT. Bloody nightmare.

Then what did you do?
Went home. What do you think?

Got in about half one.

Do you shoot, sir?
Yeah, I do.

When did you last use your gun?

I used it this morning.
I got a rabbit for the pot.

Thank you.

Er...oh, there's...
there's just one thing.

What can you tell us about the
relationship between Jamie and Bella?

A relationship, was it?

We heard she dumped him,
he was a bit miffed.

If Jamie was going out with Bella,
it was in his dreams.

He was pestering her, that's all.
Told him to pack it in.

It was interfering with their work.

So, what do you make of that?

Typical country boozer,
full of yokels and nutters.

Thank you, that's very useful.
And as for The Maid -

a bloke comes back from the war,
his fiancee's still a looker, so he
jumps in a pond, then she jumps in.

You've got to be kidding.

Word of advice about
your interviewing technique, Scott.

Sir?
Drooling, sergeant,

when taking statements
from attractive female witnesses.
It is not in the manual.

Drooling, sir?
Drooling, sir.

What drooling?

STEPHEN: Time, ladies and gentleman.
Will you finish your drinks up, please?

OK, you lot,
haven't you got homes to go to?

Brandy - large one.

Clive, old friend, you should
be home looking after Maureen.

That's all right, Clive.

Here we go.

Large brandy.On the house.
What?

In fact, let's make that
drinks all round, shall we?

What's got into you?

Well, pretty soon I shan't be able
to enjoy the pleasure of sharing a drink with you
gentlemen. This bar's coming down.

I'm extending the restaurant.

I knew it.

And, frankly, I can't wait.

Ever wonder why you lot are
the only people who use this bar?

Because people come in,
they see Worzel Gummidge here,

an old dosser
who smells like a badger's armpit...

Ohhh.

..and you...

a miserable old piss artist
who only opens his mouth to moan -

so they turn around
and walk straight out.

I've been wanting to do this
for as long as I can remember.

You're barred, Cruickshank -
for life.

Show your face here again and I'll
give you the beating of your life.

For the love of God, Stephen,
the poor man's just lost his son!

Michael won't stand for this.

He isn't the guv'nor any more -
I am. Now, get out!

You just made a very big mistake.

I reckon that was uncalled for,
Stephen.

I don't care what you reckon.
DOOR OPENS

So you're gonna give me
the beating of my life, are you?

Come on, then.
Put that down, you daft old bugger.

You apologise to me now,
in front of everyone here,
or I'll blow your brains out.

(GASPS)
I don't think so, Cruickshank.

You never could hit bugger-all
with that.

Clive, you don't have to wave a gun
around to get a drink in here.

This is between me and Stephen.

Calm down, lad, calm down.

Now, give me that
before there's an accident.

Come on,
I'll walk you back home to Maureen.

We'll keep this between ourselves,
shall we?
Clive's got enough on his plate as it is.

No work clothes.

You - out!

The wound's three inches across,
so my guess is he was shot
from four or five yards.

Pellets were lead birdshot,
the type used
for birds and small game.

Like every shotgun in Midsomer.
What about the wadding?

That's gone to Ballistics, too.
It looked like 12-gauge to me.

Any sign of a struggle before the shooting?
No, not a mark on him otherwise.

Has the murder weapon turned up?
No.

Chances are he knew the killer,
went up to the wood to meet him

and it all went horribly wrong.

So, George, you are a regular
at The Maid In Splendour, are you?

I pop in now and then.

Have a beer with Michael Bannerman.
Talk fishing.

What about the son - Stephen?
I hardly know Stephen.

Oh, come on, George.
You've met him, Tom.

Not overburdened with charm, is he?
No, he's not.

And he's not trusted in the village.

Rumour is he's on the payroll
of that developer chap Haggard.

What about the girl Jamie
was going out with - Bella Monday?

She works in the restaurant with
her mother. I don't see them much.

But there...there was something
rather odd recently.

Like what?

I was in the snug one night
with Michael and that rogue Benbow.

We talked about pike-fishing,
as I recall.

It was late. The pub had been closed
for about an hour or so.

And on my way out, I saw Stephen
and Bella near the side entrance.

And why...why was that odd?

I can't be sure, but it seemed to me
they were in a clinch.

It was dark, Tom, so, for God's
sake, don't read too much into it.

Divers drew a blank
in the pond, sir.

No murder weapon.
No luck in the wood either.

They found old cartridges but no new
ones near the scene of the crime.

What about the gun?
12-gauge.

George Bullard
was right about the shot.
Standard size for birds and game.

Same for the choke,
so it's not a sawn-off job.

No reports of any shotguns
being stolen, I suppose.

No, sir.

These...are all the permit holders
in the region.

Oh...they are all there, sir.

Steve Bannerman, Wesley,
the Cruickshanks, even that property developer bloke.

You could call them in,
get Ballistics to fire them,
compare the pellet and the wad.

Yes, we could. But it's not 100%
reliable and it's very expensive.

We could use it as a threat, though.
How do you mean?

Pretend to call in the shotguns
to test them..see how certain people
react to that.

Which people? How about kicking off
with Stephen Bannerman?

Why him?

Stephen doesn't have an alibi
for the night of the murder.

And there's a few things going on
involving him and Jamie Cruickshank.

Could you go and see Stephen, then?
Tell him we might
want to test his gun at some point.

It would be a pleasure, sir.

I'll give this Lawrence Haggard
the once-over.

Hello, Cully.
What are you doing here?

Well, actually,
I was coming to see...you.

Really?
Yes.

There's a Bergman season at the film
society. We were talking about it.

Oh, yeah, right.
I was thinking about Wednesday.

I don't mind which one we see,
I love them all.

Wednesday.

Excellent.

Good. I'll see you then.

See you, Dad.
Bye, Cully.

Bergman, that's a bit heavy.

I don't know. It might be Casablanca
- I'd watch that again.

Casablanca? Yeah.
Ingrid Bergman's in Casablanca.

Holland & Holland.
Look at the chasing.

Well, yeah, it's lovely that.

120K.
Each?

Not really a gun person, are you?
In my job they only mean trouble.

Yes.
CORK POPS

I suppose they do. Shall we?

I usually have a glass of champagne
around now.

Let me see. I was having dinner
at The Maid with Amanda here, my PA,

and Marcus Poole,
a colleague of mine.

We left at closing time, walked back
here and sat talking till...what?

Oh...two in the morning.

Did you see Jamie Cruickshank at all
in the course of the evening?

I don't think so. He generally works
in one of the other bars.

I did see his father, though.

When was that?
When we were leaving.

He was coming out of the snug bar.
He'd had a few by the look of him.

I believe
you're trying to buy his garage.

His garage is failing badly.
I made him a very generous offer.

Do you have some sort of...business
arrangement with Stephen Bannerman?

We may have paid him the occasional
consultancy fee, I suppose.

Consultancy fee?

It must be useful to have someone
on board who knows the village -

who's in debt and so on -
and might be susceptible
to a...generous offer.

You need an edge in business.

Did Stephen help you buy that garage
on the Causton Road?

Now you come to mention it,
yes, I think he did.

Sells the cheapest petrol
in the county.

No wonder Clive Cruickshank's
garage is failing.

You have done your homework,
Inspector.

Well, you do need an edge
in police work, Mr Haggard.

And why would you be wanting
to take my gun?

It's for tests.
What kind of tests?

The Ballistics people will fire the gun
and compare the wad and pellets with
those of the gun that killed Jamie.

It's just routine, sir.
Why me?

We'll ask everyone who can't account
for their movements on that night.

I'm not sure I want you taking my
gun. I use it most days, you see.

I'm terribly sorry
to inconvenience you, Mr Bannerman.

We'll get a court order
to make it easier for you.

Don't bother. I can account
for my movements. How?

Me and Lorna left the pub
at around twenty to twelve.

She dropped me off
at Lawrence Haggard's.

I was there till two, maybe three,
in the morning.

Why didn't you tell us this before?
Cos it's my bloody business.

And nobody round here
can keep their mouths shut.

Oh.

Hello.
Hello.

Are you all right?

I still can't believe
what happened to Jamie.

Well, you'll be in shock.
We all are.

I suppose that's why
everyone's acting so strangely.

There was this big row in the snug
the other night.

Clive Cruickshank was drunk,
so Stephen threw him out.

Oh. Stephen must be a hard man
to work for.

He's all right. Mum doesn't like it
so much now his dad's retired.

What about your dad?

He died when I was five.
He had cancer.

Oh, I'm sorry, I've got a big mouth.
No. It's OK. Thanks for asking.

Have you still got my card?

I think so.

Here's another one, just in case.

Give me a call any time.
That's my mobile number.

Thanks...Dan.

You're very nice.

And the wine, sir? Ah, good choice.

Hello, Simon. Hello, Allegra.
Your usual.

Come round when you've locked up.
We'll sign the papers.

No, too many people
are poking their noses in
after this Cruickshank business.

It has to be tonight. We're
heading back to town in the morning.

All right. Give me half an hour.

I'll come round on foot.
Less chance anyone'll see me.

Hello.
Where the hell are you off to?

Shotgun again, Tom.
Close-range by the look of it.

No sign of the murder weapon, sir,
and no cartridges.

Who made the call?
Haggard. He heard the shots.
His house is there.

You say he was coming here
to see you?

Yes. The awful thing is
he didn't want to come.

Why not? In case anyone saw him.
You know village gossip.

That's why he came on foot.

Why? Why did he want to see you?

(SIGHS) Because Marcus
is heading back to town first thing.

We had to close the deal.
What deal would that be?

We're buying The Maid In Splendour.

That's why Stephen
was worried about gossip.

He was going to carry on running it.
Nothing would have changed.
Except the profits.

So you came back from the pub
to here to wait for Stephen, yes?

That's what I said.

Who else knew he was coming here?
No-one as far as I know.

He didn't want anybody in the
village to know what he was up to.

What about his wife? His father?

Particularly them.

The murderer must have known
Stephen was going to use that path.

He wasn't exactly short of enemies.

Clive was in the pub
the other night causing mayhem.
Stephen threw him out.

When did you find that out?
I bumped into Bella.

Well, why didn't you tell me?!

Sorry, sir.
It sort of slipped my mind.

Stephen was alive at that point,
so it didn't seem important.

I will decide what is important.
Yes, sir.

And Scott?
Sir?

If your mental faculties go AWOL
whenever you bump into Bella Monday,

you and I are going to fall out
big time...as you would say.

Mum will look after you.

You know how much she loves you.

No more, Michael.

Please.

Bella.

You'd better go home now.

Morning.

Did you know your husband was going
to meet Lawrence Haggard last night?

No.

Did you know that Stephen was doing
a deal with Lawrence Haggard?

Stephen had been helping him out.

No, I'm talking about
Stephen selling him this pub.

DOOR OPENS
He wouldn't.

Not without telling me.
Lorna.

We can't knock that wall down,
it's load-bearing. Not now.

Sorry, Mrs Bannerman.

I didn't know he was coming today.

Where can I find Michael Bannerman,
please?

In the snug.

You won't get much sense out of him.

He's been up all night
drinking with that Benbow creature.

Mr Bannerman,
I'm very sorry about your son.

Did you know Stephen was going to see
Lawrence Haggard last night?

He's in no state
to answer questions.

And what about you, Mrs Monday,
did you know?

No, I knew nothing about it.
Nor did Bella.

So nobody knew that Stephen
was going to see him last night?

No! Don't you listen?

Did you see him leave the pub?

No.
Mr Bannerman had an early night.

I took him some supper
just before closing time.

Did you know that Stephen planned
to sell The Maid to Lawrence Haggard?

Don't talk rubbish, man.

What about you, Mr Benbow?
Did you know about it?

Me? No, no.

I know about drinking in pubs,
I don't know nothing
about selling 'em.

You know what goes on
in Midsomer Worthy
better than anyone else.

Come on, Michael.
Let's get you to bed.

Will you be able to manage?
Of course.

That looks like the old cottage
in the wood.

Yes. Michael used to rent it.
Hunting parties and that.

Picnics in the summer.

It was a real village in them days.

In the good old days.

I suppose they was, yes.

The trouble is nobody tells you
at the time, do they?

Do you still go up to the cottage?

Me? No, no, no.

No, my courting days are long over.

I wasn't thinking about courting.

No, I know you wasn't.

So, who benefits most
from Stephen's death?

His wife, for starters.

One minute he's selling the pub
behind her back,
the next she's the boss.

And she's not wasting any time.
That's true.

But any of that lot
could have done it.

They all stood to lose
if Stephen sold the pub.

But they were all working and-or
drinking at the time of his death.

What about Clive Cruickshank?
Clive Cruickshank.

Yeah, let's go and see
what he was doing last night.

We're looking for your husband,
Mrs Cruickshank.

He's indoors. Hungover, as usual.

Mrs Cruickshank...the cap that Jamie was wearing
that night was new, wasn't it?

Yes. And his jacket as well.

They were a present
from his father and me.

He might've worked in a pub,
but he was a country boy at heart.

Thank you.

Been celebrating, sir?

If you're talking about
Stephen Bannerman, no, I haven't.

I didn't like the man, I admit that,
but I wouldn't wish him dead.

You threatened him with a shotgun,
Mr Cruickshank. Who told you that?

A little bird told me.

Oh, well, we'd just had
a few drinks, that was all.

Ha! The gun wasn't even loaded.

So where were you last night,
Mr Cruickshank?

Over Causton. Angling club meeting.

I came back with Wesley
and a couple of the others.

We didn't get back until gone one o'clock,
by which time you lot were
all encamped on the bridle path,

so it wasn't me that killed him,
was it?

Great. OK.
Yeah, I'll tell him. Thanks.

Got some prints off that wine bottle
in the cottage, but no matches yet.

We'll need some prints on the bodies
for comparison. Being done, sir.

So what's the story?

Jamie and Stephen died
cos the pub was going to be sold.

No, I think the story goes back much
further than that. Like what, sir?

I think it's a love story, Scott.

Do you think Bella's involved?

I don't want her to be, but yes, yes.

I could pop in and see her later,
you know, unofficially.

I could get her chatting -
Thank you for the offer.

But we have a few things to find out
before dealing with the lovely Bella.

What things, sir?
Like whose prints are on that bottle

and whether Stephen and Jamie
were shot with the same gun.

Ballistics will have results
tomorrow.

Right.

I'm sorry,
I thought you said Ingrid Bergman.

INGMAR Bergman.
Right. Gotcha.

So the bloke playing chess is
supposed to be Death, is that it?

Why pretend to be interested?
You slept through most of it.

No, I didn't, I -

Wait here.

So then he spots this woman
and hares off after her.

It's the last I saw of him.

I'm sure there's some explanation.
Don't count on it.

That is probably him now.

She was behaving suspiciously,
so I followed her and Michael Bannerman
was there at his wife's grave.

And?

They had a bit of a chat
and then they er...you know.
No, I do not know, Scott. What?

Well, they had a bit of a cuddle,
sir.

Well, perhaps she was consoling him.

That's one way of looking at it.
Like you said, people express grief
in different ways.

Aren't you forgetting something,
Scott?

Sir?
Cully.

Cully. I'd better go and find her.
Scott...she's here.

Here?
Yes, Sergeant.

And she's dying to speak to you.

Sir.
How's Mr Benbow?

He inhaled a bit of smoke.
They're keeping him in hospital
overnight.

He's lucky those woodentops
heard him shouting.

They should never have let him in here.
What did he claim he was doing here?

He'd a few drinks,
thought he'd sleep it off,
knocked over a candle and "bosh"...

Just after we'd asked him
about the place. What a coincidence.

You think he set the fire
on purpose?

I think Mr Benbow's a cunning
old...so-and-so, that's what I think.

Scott, would you go and stand
in that doorway?

What?
Go on.

Jamie's cap was brand-new, wasn't it?

As was his jacket.
Yeah, so?

Both very similar
to Stephen Bannerman's.

If Jamie Cruickshank had come up here
that night to meet someone,

someone who didn't know
about his new outfit,

and Jamie stood in that doorway...

So the murderer
thought that Jamie was Stephen?

Yes, perhaps, yes.

Come on. Er...sir.

What?

MB and AM.

Michael Bannerman and Audrey Monday.

Maybe that's what Benbow
was trying to destroy. Well, why?

She's a widow, he's a widower.
They're free to do what they want.

But I'd say those were done
long before Michael's wife died.

Oh, yeah, you're right.

Like you said, sir,
maybe it's an old story.

Look, I realise this is
a difficult time, Mrs Bannerman,

but let me outline the proposals
that I made to Stephen.

You're wasting your time.

I don't care what you discussed with
Stephen. The pub is not for sale.

It's time we talked.

Oh, can't wait to start
tearing the place apart, eh?

It's my pub now.

Which is why we need to talk.

Get on with it, then.

The architect reckons
we can get five double rooms
upstairs with full en suite.

You'll have to move out of the flat,
Michael. I need it.

I see.

You can stay till the funeral.

It was a bad day
when you married Stephen.

Bad for all of us.

This business
is tearing Midsomer Worthy apart.

It's a great shame.

Tell me about Michael Bannerman
and Audrey Monday, George.

What about them?

They were having an affair,
weren't they?

Look, you know how I hate gossip,
Tom.

And it all started long before
Michael's wife died, didn't it?

Look, when Audrey's husband died,
Michael looked after her.

And the girl.
He was very good to them.

There was talk, yes.
And when Susan died a lot of people
thought Michael would marry Audrey.

But he didn't.

No.

Excuse me, Dr Bullard. Sir.

It looks like Stephen and Jamie
were killed by the same gun.

Oh, good.
Yeah.

Stephen's prints were on the bottle,
but there are other prints,
smaller ones.

A woman's, George?

Possibly.

Bella Monday?

Well, there's one way to find out.

You can talk to us alone if you want,
Bella.

You told me that you never went up
to the old cottage in the wood

with Jamie Cruickshank.
Well, I hadn't.

Did you ever go up there
with Stephen Bannerman?

No. My daughter
would never do such a thing.

We found an empty wine bottle
in the cottage
with Stephen's fingerprints on it.

What's that got to do with me?

There were someone else's prints
on that bottle, too.

Could be a woman's.

Are you saying you think
they're Bella's fingerprints?

Well, I would like to see
if they match.

And if they do, so what?

Bella works at The Maid.
She could've handled that bottle
any time.

Who said the wine was from the pub?
You did.

No, no, I didn't.

Mum's right, it was.

Stephen asked me to fetch it
from the cellar.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Stephen was going to sell the pub
to Lawrence Haggard.

We were going to go to America.

We were going to have children.

Lorna isn't interested in children.

All she's interested in is money.

When was the last time you went up to
the cottage with Stephen Bannerman?

The night b-

The night before Jamie died.

'I got there early.
I wanted to surprise him.'

You are beautiful.

Come here.
How beautiful?

Come here and I'll tell you.

I thought I heard something.

It's probably a fox.

'I think there was someone there.'

Someone watching us.

But you know something?
I didn't mind. I was glad.

I wanted everyone to know
about Stephen and me.

Tell me again. What happened
the night Jamie was killed?

Stephen and I were going to go
to the old cottage...

..but then something came up.
'Stephen couldn't make it.'

We'd like you to look at our proposal.
We think you'll be as excited as we are.

OK. I'll be round
in about ten minutes.

Can't you see him tomorrow?

Haggard is going to make me an offer
for the pub. This is important, Bella.

This is our ticket out of here.

OK. But you'd better
find time tomorrow.

Soon we'll have all the time
in the world.

'Are you sure Michael didn't overhear
your conversation with Stephen?'

'No. He was at the other end
of the corridor.'
'Doing what?'

'There's a cupboard there.

Sometimes he asks me
to put a whisky in it for him.'

Bella! He should be cutting down.

If he asks for a drink,
I can't say no.

Excuse me.

Hello, DS Scott.

Did you know
about Bella and Stephen?

Yes.
I tell Mum everything.

I tried to talk her out of it.

Stephen said he'd leave Lorna.
I told her not to believe him.

I told her it was the oldest lie
in the book.

Bella, would you mind if I had a
private word with your mum, please?

It's all right.

Is that what Michael said to you?
That he intended to leave his wife
for you?

He's been a good friend to me,
and to Bella, for...20 years.

And he was my boss.

That's all you need to know about my
relationship with Michael Bannerman.

The hospital just called. They found
gun cartridges in Benbow's pocket.

What's unusual about that?
He's got a shotgun.

Spent cartridges?
Why hang on to those?

What did Benbow say?
He denies all knowledge, sir.

Oh, he does, does he?

How much longer
I got to stay in here?

I'm a busy man.
I've got things to do.

And the food is muck.

Oh, what's that, then?

You tell me, sunshine.
They were in your pocket.

Oh, they never were.

Mr Benbow, last night you
partially destroyed a scene of crime.

Perhaps you'd like to find out
what the food is like on remand.

Oh, them!
Were they fired from your gun?

No, they never were. No.

I found them in the wood.

Near the old cottage?

About 100 yards from there.

The wood is full of spent
cartridges, Mr Benbow, why keep them?

Because they puzzle me.

What's there to be puzzled about?

See, the thing is, as long as
I'm in here, I can't earn a crust.

I got my overheads, you know,
just like everybody else.

Oh.

Look at the name down the side.

Wilkinshaw.

Wilkinshaw went out of business.

They ain't made a shotgun cartridge
in years.

Michael.

I've been looking everywhere for you.
I saw your car
parked in the lane.

I haven't been up here for ages.

She's throwing me out.

What? Lorna -
she's throwing me out of the pub.

Good.

You need to get away
from that place. So do I.

And now's our chance, Michael.

I need more time, Audrey.

There isn't any more time.
You've used it all up.

Lawrence Haggard
made me an offer on the cottage.

What?

I'm going to see him this afternoon
and I'm going to accept it.

Bella and I are moving away,
Michael.

You can't do that. You...

You...can't leave me
after all these years.

You want me to stay?
Yes.

Then marry me.

Those cartridges must have been
bought before the 1988 Act...

Thank you.
..when the law was extremely lax.

Anyone could get a shotgun permit.
So old cartridges mean an old gun?

Before the '88 Act, shotguns
didn't have to be registered.

When it came into force, some people
didn't renew their certificates.

But they hung on to the guns.
Indeed they did.

No point
going through these records, then.

Well, perhaps not those kind of records.
What we need
is a different kind of record.

Like what, sir? Like what, sir? -
like a pictorial kind of record.

BELLA: Who is it?
It's Michael.

Mum's not here.

It's you I want to see, Bella.

Mum was looking for you.
Yes, and she found me.

We had a very good talk, Bella.

I'm glad. Are you all right?

Now I need to talk to you.

Let's go for a drive.

I'm supposed to wait here for Mum.

This is important, for you and
your mother. It concerns the future.

And there's something
I need to show you.

Hello?

God, she didn't waste much time,
did she?

Sir.

Ah. There was one of the Bannermans
and the Mondays up by
the old cottage in Hunter's Wood.

I remember it.

Bingo.

Yes.

There's Michael Bannerman
with his gun,

presumably the one he passed to Stephen,
and that must be Audrey's husband
with his gun.

He died, what, 17 years ago?
Mm.

Audrey didn't apply for a permit
or register the gun after '88.

As you said, maybe it was stuck in
a cupboard with the old cartridges.

What's that for?

Ah, I might get myself
a nice pigeon for my supper.

I really should be getting back.

Bella, I've always been good to you,
haven't I? -Yes.

Looked after you and your mum.
Yes, you have.

Then do me this one small favour.

All right.

Come on. Heel, Bonny.
DOG BARKS

Bonny.

Bonny.

Come on.

Bella! Bella?

I've just been talking
to Lawrence Haggard.

You won't believe what
he's offered me for the cottage.

Bella?
KNOCK AT DOOR

Mrs Monday.
What do you want? May we come in?

Thank you.

Our little secret.

I'd like to ask you some questions
about your late husband's shotgun.

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

He did have a shotgun, didn't he?

Years ago, yes. Why?

Have you still got it?
-No, I haven't.

What became of it after he died?

I can't remember.

It was 17 years ago.

Maybe you forgot about it. Would you
mind if we had a look around?

Yes, I would mind. Very much indeed.

Oh, all right. In that case, DS Scott
will apply for a search warrant

and we'll continue this conversation
at Causton police station.

Michael? Are you all right?

Yes.

I just saw something
up in Hunter's Wood
and I ain't sure what to make of it.

What was that?
Michael Bannerman and your Bella.

Up in Hunter's Wood?

They was heading for the old cottage
and Michael...he had a gun.

This will do us.

Got to get back soon.

I used to come up here
with your mother. I know.

Carved our initials
on a beam in the old cottage.

Like silly kids.

I think it's romantic.

(GROANS) Give us a hand here.
This one's killing me.

Oh, thank you. That's wonderful.

Mum's very unhappy. She thinks
you don't love her any more.

I know. That's what we were talking
about. It's all sorted out now.

Really? Are you going to get
married? That'll be wonderful.

No, I er...
I can't marry your mother, Bella.

Why not?

There. Look at it carefully.

I've seen this loads of times.
There's one in the snug.

Look at your mother.

What about her?
Who does she remind you of?

I don't know. No-one.
It's just Mum when she was young.

It's you, Bella. She looks like you.
- She does not.

Her nose is bigger
and her eyes are closer together.

You're right. You're more beautiful
than she ever was.

No, I'm not.

You look more like Audrey
than she ever did.

That doesn't make sense.

It does to me.

That's the reason
I can't marry your mother, Bella.

Because I'm in love with you.
No, don't say that.

I realised when Susan died
and I realised whatever time
was left for me,

the only person
I wanted to share it with...

..was you.
No. Please.

Don't say things like that.

So I've made a decision.

What are you doing?

I want to ask, Bella,

if there's a chance,
any chance at all,

that you and I could make
some sort of a life together.

Please put the gun down.

If the answer is no...

..I've decided I can't go on.

So what's it to be?

I'll always be your friend, Michael.
You know that.

My friend.

That's not the answer
I was hoping to hear, Bella.

Stop it.

Michael!

Audrey.

Michael.

Audrey.

It's all right, Michael.

I'm here.

Bella, what did Michael say to you?

I want to know.

Tell me.

He said...

..he said he loved you...

more than anybody.

When did you give Michael Bannerman
the shotgun?

I told you, I didn't. My husband
must have given it to him.

Why should I believe you,
Mrs Monday?

You've lied to me through all this,
haven't you?

You said you didn't have an affair
with Michael, but you did.

You said Bella wasn't having
an affair with Stephen, but she was.

You said that you went
to Michael's flat and spoke to him
on the night Jamie was killed.

I carried coffee and sandwiches
up to Michael - Mr Bannerman -

just before 11 o'clock.

We talked for about ten minutes
and then I came down
and cashed up in the restaurant.

Jamie came in to say good night
at a quarter past eleven.

But Bella saw Michael downstairs
at that time...

..drinking a Scotch
she'd hid for him.

Soon we'll have all the time
in the world.

And the night Stephen was killed -
you said you took supper to Michael

because he was having an early night
and that was a lie, too.

Because Michael was waiting for Stephen
on the footpath
by Lawrence Haggard's house.

And I was wondering how Michael could have
known that Stephen would be walking along that path.

And then I remembered - Haggard told me -
that you had been serving him
that night.

It has to be tonight, Stephen. We're
heading back to town in the morning.

All right. Give me half an hour.

'You overheard Haggard and Stephen
arranging to meet, didn't you?

And you told Michael.'

Didn't you?

Did Michael kill Stephen
because he was going to sell the pub?

Michael hated what Stephen was doing
to the pub.

And Jamie Cruickshank -
where does Jamie fit in to all this?

He adored Bella.

He was devastated
when she dumped him.

He followed her one night...

..found out who she was seeing.

It was Stephen.

And Jamie told you about it...
didn't he?

Yes.

And you told Michael.

Yes.

And...is that when he came to you
and asked for the gun?

Oh, no.

He would never have asked
for the gun.

I gave it to him.

What's this in aid of?

Don't you recognise it? Course I do.
It belonged to your husband.

I want you to have it.

'And then I told him about Stephen
and the pub and Stephen and Bella.'

He flew into a rage.
I've never seen anything like it.

What was it that made Michael
so angry?

Stephen's plans to sell the pub.

You don't think it was jealousy?

What do you mean?

When he found out about
Stephen and Bella.

That's what sent him into his rage,
isn't it?

No.

This is what it's all about, isn't it?
Michael was obsessed
with your daughter.

That's right, isn't it?

It was all Stephen's fault.

How could that be?

Stephen hated me.

He hated that Michael and I
loved each other.

Stephen would do anything
to keep us apart.

I just thought...

..if Stephen wasn't there,

then Michael
would come to his senses...

and things could go back
to the way they were.

Stephen wants me to meet him
tonight...up in the wood.

What shall I tell him?

Tell him you'll go.

OK. Thanks, Mum.

I thought you ought to know -
Stephen and Bella are going up
to Hunter's Wood tonight.

'Weren't you afraid for Bella?'

I wasn't going to let her go, was I?

Stephen told her that he couldn't
make it, but Michael had left.

Poor Jamie.

Oh, dear God.

Jamie.

And when you heard about Jamie,
you knew exactly what had happened,
didn't you?

But you didn't go to the police.

You kept quiet.

Because Stephen Bannerman
was still alive.

Michael, we need to talk.

I'm in no mood to talk, Audrey.

Stephen is going to see
Lawrence Haggard in half an hour.

He's doing it, Michael.

He's going to sell Haggard
The Maid In Splendour.

Hello.
Where the hell are you off to?

More to the point,
where are you off to?

Dad, are you pissed?

I want you to keep your hands
off her, Stephen.

Sorry, it's legally mine to sell.
I'm not talking about the pub!

My God.

Now I get it.

You sad old man.

Charge her, Scott.

Accessory to the murders of Jamie
Cruickshank and Stephen Bannerman.

Mrs Bannerman,
I have to return this to you.

The photograph.
That can go straight in the bin.

Well, that's entirely up to you.

As long as you sign this for me
first, please.

You've completely transformed
this place, haven't you?

We open next week.

Drop in for a drink on the house.

I don't think so.

Actually,
I preferred it the way it was.

No work clothes.

Do all my drinking at The Cricketers
at Badger's Drift now.

Lucky Badger's Drift.

Here. I hear Audrey Monday's going
to prison.

Terrible business.
Yes. Lucky you're not going too.

What do you mean?
Squirrelling away those cartridges.

You had a bloody good idea
where they came from. I never.

If you cross me in the future,
old man,

I'll fit you up good and proper.
All right. Keep your hair on.

Bella's not going to throw herself
into Lake Splendour, then?

What?
Like whatshername.

Jumping in the lake
after her fiance.

(LAUGHS) Who told you that?

Michael Bannerman.
He was having you on.

Girlie never chucked herself
into the lake.

The old knight
come back from the crusades.
He goes straight to the manor.

And there he sees her
pleasuring his brother.

So, he drags her up from the bed,
kills his brother stone dead,

and then chucks girlie
into the lake.

And that's what I call
happy ending.