"Oi, fat boy!" "On a romantic date with your missus?" "Like always on a Friday night!" "Phone the council in the morning." "BOY:" "Just have a look at those muppets!" "Write to the council!" "Ooh!" "Ain't you got nothing better to do?" "I can give you more rubbish, if you want." "I should stick chewing gum on the floor so you can tread in it." "JEERING AND LAUGHING" "See you later, mate." "Bye!" "Is it your bedtime, Danny?" "I wanna watch something on the TV." "Oh, don't go, Danny, please (!" ")" "He's scared of his mum." "I ain't scared." "Go to the house in the woods and knock on the door." "Yeah!" "Yeah, go on, Danny." "For me." "I dare you." "Fine, then." "Ooh, he's going." "He's going." "DOOR OPENS" "Mum?" "It's gone 11." "You've school in the morning." "Did you ever see the ghost... ..about the house in the woods?" "No, because there's no such thing." "Everyone at school says..." "I used to go past Winyard every day when I was at school and I remember Mr and Mrs Barrett." "They were very nice people." "Do you want me to leave the landing light on?" "So why does everyone keep saying it's haunted?" "Because it's just a bit old and creepy now but it used to be very nice and people like making up stories but that's all they are." "Just stories." "Mum!" "Phillip." "When's Danny coming home?" "Ten minutes ago." "So he's for it when he gets in." "Will you put the light out and go to sleep?" "METALLIC GRATING" "HIGH-PITCHED SCREAM" "OK." "Bye." "Come on, you two." "It's on the table." "I'll kill him." "Phillip!" "OK." "Where is it?" "What?" "My bike." "Well, I dunno." "Mum!" "You took it out last night." "I'll get it later, all right?" "DOORBELL RINGS" "Ooh, that's what I like - a woman in uniform." "Any chance of a bacon sarnie?" "Yeah, if you make it yourself." "Hey, did..." "I leave a folder round here?" "No, not that I remember." "Got Harriet Davis Estates on the cover." "Oh, so it is important, then (!" ")" "Anne, it's a business partnership." "There's only one business you're interested in." "Yeah, and you love it." "FLOORBOARD CREAKS" "Anyway, listen, if you find it, give us a bell cos...it's important." "Anything for me?" "Nobody loves you today, sorry." "What?" "No-one?" "I find that hard to believe." "What have you got?" "Ooh, Midsomer Museum." "It's the conservation group." "I'm going to help them with a survey." "What?" "Hedgehogs, badgers and stuff?" "It's the built environment." "Architectural conservation." "Not small, furry animals." "Ooh, Giles Cato." "He's the custodian of our built environment now, is he?" "He's going to make an inventory of at-risk buildings." "Factories, barns, old cottages before the developers get in and he thought I might like to help." "Mm, it's not a pretext for house hunting, is it?" "Well, you never know what I might find." "No." "Bye-ee." "Bye." "Oh, thank you." "That's very kind." "Are you leaving us already?" "Afraid so." "Oh, no luck, then?" "Nothing." "Still, it must be fun, eh?" "I'd love to be looking for a new house." "The problem is we've got a very fixed idea of what we want." "Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to exist, at least not in Midsomer." "Oh." "I don't suppose you know of any idyllic cottages in need of a bit of TLC." "We're not afraid of hard work." "Actually, there is one place." "It hasn't been touched for years." "Is it for sale?" "Oh, yeah, there's a local builder interested." "It could be worth a look, though." "Winyard, it's called." "It's in Midsomer Newton." "You know Harriet Davis Estates just along the high street?" "They're handling it, apparently." "Thank you." "Good luck." "Right, who knows a story?" "ALL:" "Miss!" "I know a story, Miss." "Miss!" "Miss!" "Phillip!" "Well, you haven't had much to say this morning." "What stories do you know about the village?" "Nothing, Miss." "Well, you must know something." "No." "He does, Miss." "He knows a really good story." "Yes?" "I don't, Miss." "He does." "He told everyone before assembly." "Well, let's hear it, then." "Miss, PLEASE, Miss." "Phillip!" "There's this house and it's haunted." "Yeah, right (!" ") Go on." "That's all I know, Miss." "Phillip, you have a captive audience." "We're all agog." "But there isn't anything else to tell, Miss." "There is, Miss." "His brother went there." "I told you not to - Phillip." "Well, what's the name of this house?" "Winyard." "It's out in the woods." "And it's haunted?" "There used to be this horrible old man." "CHILDREN CHATTER" "Uh-uh-uh!" "Sh!" "Please!" "And they had a mad son and they went mad and they killed their son and now they're all ghosts." "Calm down!" "Well, it's a very short story, I must say." "He made it up, Miss." "It's not made up, Miss." "My brother's seen the ghosts." "CLASS MURMUR SCEPTICALLY" "Last night he went in there and he heard, like, this weird noise." "(MAKES WHIRRING SOUND)" "And the ghost called his name." "He ran away but the ghost came out and caught him and held him down." "And it had long nails and it tried to slash his throat." "CHILDREN CHATTER IN PLAYGROUND" "Phillip!" "What did that man want?" "Nothing." "Did he ask you anything?" "Your name?" "Where you live?" "No." "Phillip, did he ask you to go anywhere with him after school?" "Miss, I'm not stupid." "He used to go to this school." "He was telling me what it was like in the olden days." "Well, you see that man again, you DON'T talk to him, you go straight to a grown-up and you tell them." "Do you understand?" "Yes, Miss." "It is one of ours but I'm afraid it's under offer." "Well, we'd still like to see it." "Can I ask how you heard about it?" "One of the girls at the hotel mentioned it." "Can we see it?" "I'm afraid that's not possible." "Why?" "Perhaps you'd like to leave your details." "I'll let you know if there's any movement." "I don't understand why we can't see it." "The vendor is being quite strict." "No viewings while under offer." "Of course, if it was up to me..." "Who is the vendor?" "I'm sorry, client confidentiality." "I hope he's satisfied with the service here." "I wouldn't be." "Mr Magwood." "How are you today?" "Yes, I'm fine, thanks." "Any news yet?" "Nothing, I'm afraid." "I did say it could take a while." "Well, it's not even in the window." "No, we're still waiting for the pictures to come back from the printers." "It should be this week, though." "See that couple that's just gone out?" "They're the sort of people that would be interested in a place like that." "Young, plenty of money." "They're looking for something that's already had the work done." "The market is very slow at the moment." "We might have to consider dropping the asking price 20 or 30K." "20 or 30..." "That place is my pension." "If you want a quick sale..." "We'll call you as soon as we get a bite." "Well, I suppose you know your business." "COMPUTER GAME BUZZES AND WHIRRS" "Tea's ready." "Will you turn that thing off and get in here, the pair of you?" "Right, I'm off to work." "So, YOU, dishes." "You, clearing up." "Did you hear what I said?" "Yeah." "I'm telling her." "You're dead." "I want my bike back." "You know where it is." "You left it there." "I ain't scared." "So go yourself, then." "Oh, it's you." "Is this where you live?" "Miss Woodhall wants to know why she has to put up with that eyesore just so that he can get a decent picture." "She's got a point." "Talk to those two." "Spoiling all these lovely, little places." "Yes, I know your game." "You're hand in glove." "You should read this." "It's got a horrible history." "Caroline, darling, it's taken all afternoon to find the place." "Good God." "OK." "Now we've seen it." "No wonder that Davis woman was so secretive." "Whoever's put that offer in must be terrified of losing it." "Peter!" "I'm tired, I'm cold and I want to go home." "Look at that." "Not even locked." "We shouldn't be doing this." "Come on!" "Amazing." "Peter, I'm scared." "Give me the car keys." "Peter, please." "They're in the car." "If you're not back in five minutes, I'm going without you." "♪ CHOPIN:" "Nocturne No.1 In B Flat Minor" "Ow!" "MUSIC CONTINUES" "CRUNCHING AND CHOKING" "GASPING" "Phwoar, I could do with a drink." "Tom." "No Scott this morning?" "No, he called in sick." "I'm on my own." "Oh, he'll be sorry he missed this." "One for the connoisseur." "The postman found them." "Garrotted." "Very popular in Spain at one time." "Probably why we all went off the Costa Blanca." "(CHUCKLES) And you are?" "Er, Constable Jones, sir." "Constable Jones." "Oh, they were house hunting." "Whoever did this must have been waiting for them in the back." "What do you think, Constable Jones?" "Well, he could only kill them one at a time, couldn't he, sir?" "So why didn't the other one put up a fight?" "If the other was killed before the other one got in, why didn't he notice?" "Unless there were two murderers." "What?" "Both hiding in the back?" "If the killer did get in here, they must both have been out of the vehicle at the time, leaving it unlocked." "Then they got back in..." "One at a time." "And he killed them one at a time." "I don't think I could sit down next to a corpse and not know it." "Everything's going, Joyce." "One day we'll step out here and..." "to quote Larkin," ""And that will be England gone." "The shadows, the meadows, the lanes, the guild halls, the carved choirs."" "Someone has to say to the vandals, "Enough." "You threaten the birthright of every free-born Englishman." "Proceed in peril of your life."" "It's that serious?" "Indeed it is." "The day may be near when we must kill to conserve." "Sir." "I just found this in the glove box." "I thought it looked quite interesting on the back." "Oh, yeah." "The Feathers Hotel, Causton." "Yes, well done, Jones." "Where does this lane go?" "Er, some old house." "Looks derelict." "RATTLING" "Hm." "Do you possess a suit, Jones?" "Yes, sir." "And a tie?" "I do, sir, yes." "How do you fancy working with the CID for a couple of days?" "Yes, sir." "Just got the tables to clear and then I'm done." "Are you all right for a minute?" "Yeah." "I'll save them for later." "Anne, people to see you." "Oh, come on." "We're just about to leave." "Sorry." "In the dining room." "They said they were house hunting." "They wanted somewhere special that they could do up and I told them about a house called Winyard in Midsomer Newton." "Forgive me but there's not a For Sale sign outside that house, is there?" "So how did you know that it was for sale?" "Someone said that Davis Estates had been there." "I told them that it might be worth calling round." "I was only trying to help." "BELL RINGS" "Er, be a sweetheart and pop out for some coffee." "BELL RINGS" "We thought it was time we called again." "To see how it's all coming along." "We're very excited." "Of course you are." "Have you had much to do with estate agents, Jones?" "I don't trust them, sir, any of them." "Huh, don't you?" "I like your suit." "We're very grateful." "And discreet about other matters." "So we'll be hearing from you soon?" "I hope so." "Ms Davis?" "Harriet Davis, yes." "Afternoon." "I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby, Causton CID, and this is Acting Detective Constable Jones." "Erm..." "Can we have a word, please?" "Of course." "It's a Mr and Mrs Cave." "I believe they came to see you yesterday morning." "Er, I was out yesterday." "Roman?" "Hm." "I don't remember them." "It's about a property you're handling..." "Winyard." "We have been instructed but I'm not holding my breath." "It's in a hell of a state." "Anyway, it's hardly on the market yet." "Mr and Mrs Cave were at the Feathers Hotel while they were house hunting." "They did say they were coming to see you." "I think I would have remembered." "Perhaps it will come back to you." "You haven't asked us WHY we're interested in Mr and Mrs Cave." "Parking?" "Overtaking on a double white line." "Mr and Mrs Cave were found dead early this morning, not 200 yards away from Winyard." "BELL RINGS" "Not exactly giving it the hard sell, is she?" "Garden sheds go for half a million in Midsomer." "And that suggests to you?" "She's lying." "Winyard's got a whole chapter to itself." "In 1795, Margaret Peat hanged herself from a beam in the kitchen." "1820, a child of three missing for some days fished out of the well dead." "1916, two sons killed in northern France." "Not a lucky house, then, eh?" "Apparently not." "We'd better take a closer look at Winyard." "Well, it's certainly got an atmosphere." "Neglect." "MICE SQUEAL" "Have a look in here, sir." "MICE SQUEAL" "Amazing no-one's tried to nick it all." "Not in tune." "MUFFLED THUD" "MUFFLED THUD" "Ah, perhaps this..." "Is where our murder weapon came from." "Yes." "Do you think the Caves got this far?" "Maybe someone caught them poking around." "Lesley and Barbara Flux." "Find out where they live, Jones." "Sir." "FAINT SINGING" "Let's start again." "PIANO PLAYS" "♪ Summer is a-coming in ♪ Summer is a-coming in..." "SINGING CONTINUES" ""Ye are come well, ye are well come, ye are welcome."" "What's that about, then?" "That's a generous sentiment." "Mr Flux?" "Mr Lesley Flux?" "Yes." "I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby." "This is DC Jones." "May we come in, please?" "Yes." "Come in." "Thank you." "My wife Barbara." "How do you do?" "How do you do?" "I do hope we're not interrupting anything." "Are you rehearsing a play, perhaps?" "No, no, don't you mind us." "No." "No, we're working on a new book." "Festivals of old Midsomer." "We like to live in the spirit of the past." "To live the past is to understand the past." "If only we had the space." "We need a bigger stage." "A house where we can bring full expression to our theories." "Like Winyard, perhaps." "Ah, yes, can I assume that your visit's to do with the murders?" "You don't sound very surprised." "You expect it with a house like that." "This is the cause of all the problems at Winyard." "What is it?" "It's a human heart." "It's stuck with thorns and pins..." "hidden in the chimney." "The hearth is the heart of the house." "Curse the hearth and you curse the house." "The idea is to harm anyone living in the house." "And you took this from Winyard?" "We rescued it." "Of course we'll return it as soon as the new owners settle in." "And you think this is the reason why Winyard has stood empty all these years?" "Empty but not deserted." "There's still a presence protecting the house." "What from?" "Well, you see what's happening to Midsomer." "Hideous conservatories all over the place." "Hacienda-style bungalows - And who's behind it?" "Builders and estate agents." "You were in Harriet Davis Estates today." "You left as we arrived." "Ah, yes, Harriet Davis." "Leslie." "No, perhaps it needs saying." "That woman has been systematically raping Midsomer." "But she won't get away with it for much longer." "Houses like Winyard have souls." "They need to be loved, nurtured." "Thank you, sir." "Weirdos or what?" "They seriously want that house, don't they?" "The Caves had a copy of their book and they were at the estate agents this morning." "What do you make of the ghost stories?" "Just want to sell their little books, don't they?" "And they don't want anyone else to buy that house." "MR AND MRS FLUX SING" "Joyce!" "Do you know, I found places I didn't even know existed?" "I bet you didn't know there's a nuclear fallout shelter just by Badger's Drift." "No, I did not." "I thought you said this survey was all about buildings under threat." "It is." "Yeah." "Well, what sort of threat could you pose to a nuclear fallout shelter?" "I mean, if it's designed to withstand a nuclear blast..." "Have you got a minute, sir?" "Yeah." "MAN: 'That's a lovely bit of cheese." "Are you having some?" "'" "BOY: 'No, I've had my tea.'" "I thought I'd do some ghost-hunting." "I left this at the house last night." "(PIANO PLAYS)" "MAN: 'Not bad." "Sit up straight, though.'" "(PIANO PLAYS)" "'Hear the difference?" "Yeah.'" "'Try again.'" "A ghost who gives piano lessons." "Could be our murderer, sir." "And our murder weapon was a piano wire, wasn't it?" "The boy didn't sound frightened, did he?" "I hope I wasn't out of line, sir." "No, no, you were not." "Well done." "I think it best you go to the school, find out who this lad is." "(ALL GROAN)" "All right." "All right - calm down, calm down now." "It was the ghost, miss." "The same ones that got Phillip's brother." "How many more times?" "There are NO ghosts!" "Miss, my dad's friend's a postman, and he found the dead people, and he said their heads had been chopped off." "Then Daddy's friend is a thoroughly irresponsible person for saying so." "Now, someone who really knows what happened is going to come and tell you." "So you won't have to make up any more silly stories." "Is it the postman, miss?" "No." "It's a policeman." "They're only children, Jones." "Smile." "Be reassuring." "I'll pick you up in about an hour, OK?" "We get a lot of time-wasters." "People trying to fill up a wet afternoon." "No intention of buying." "But we both suddenly remembered the couple you were asking about." "Did you think Mr and Mrs Cave were time-wasters?" "The point is that the vendor's instructions are," "Winyard should go to the right sort of people." "Right sort of people?" "He doesn't want to see it spoilt." "Mr and Mrs Cave look like the sort who would... well, I think they had plans." "You get to know the sort." "I'm sure you do." "You don't perhaps have a buyer lined up already, do you?" "I'm the agent for the vendor." "It's my job to get the best price I can for him." "Mr and Mrs Flux seem very interested in the property." "I..." "I don't think they're able to make an offer on anywhere like Winyard." "Who is the vendor?" "He wishes to remain anonymous." "Oh, does he?" "Can I remind you that two people who were interested in one of your properties have been found dead, very close to that property." "Now, I suppose I could caution you - Magwood." "Charlie Magwood." "He lives in London, but he's staying at the Feathers." "Thank you." "Well?" "I only said it for a joke." "Well, two people have died, Phillip." "Now, I think you should tell the others you made those stories up." "Will you do that?" "I keep telling them - there's no such thing as ghosts." "Good lad." "Sir?" "Where did you get this?" "Found it." "It's got a bell on it, and it's a police car." "I'm sure that's the lad we heard on the tape." "In which case, what was he doing at Winyard?" "It wasn't really the moment to ask him, sir." "I've got his address." "How did you get on with Davis?" "She finally admitted the Caves had been into the office." "She told them she couldn't let them view the house." "Strict instructions from the vendor." "She's got another buyer lined up." "Any money she's on a back hander to make sure they get it, too." "Someone like the Fluxes, perhaps." "Bit out of their reach, wouldn't you say, sir?" "Unless they've got some sort of hold over her." "Phillip showed me one of these too." "You must talk to that lad first chance you get, OK?" "I will." "Where is this?" "Midsomer Newton." "Sweet, isn't it?" "This is more than sweet, Joyce." "Now you're going to tell me someone has applied for permission to do something unspeakable to it." "I got a copy of the planning application." "It's a big extension." "(SIGHS)" "Do we know the name of the person applying to commit this atrocity?" "Local builder." "Gerry Moore." "Gerry Moore..." "I think I'm going to need time to take this in." "But a first-class effort so far." "Well done, Joyce." "(SCREAMING)" "(SCREAMING INTENSIFIES)" "Mr Magwood?" "Good morning, sir." "Yes." "I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby from CID." "This is acting Detective Constable Jones." "We'd like, if we may, to ask you a few questions." "Oh, be my guests." "Thank you." "Right, what can I do for you gentlemen?" "A house called Winyard." "Yeah." "You've got it on the market with Davis Estates on the High Street." "Yeah, for all the good it's doing." "Three weeks now she's been saying there's been no interest." "I can't believe it." "I've come down from London to wake her up a bit." "How long have you owned the property, sir?" "I was evacuated here during the war." "Damn draughty old place, but the couple were very nice." "They had no kids of their own, so they left the place to me." "When was this?" "Oh, years ago now." "So, what made you suddenly decide to sell it?" "Well..." "I'm getting on a bit now." "The missus is dead." "I thought, "Must be worth a few bob."" "Have you been there recently?" "No, not inside." "It's in a hell of a state." "I said to the estate agent, "Do the best you can." "Just a quick sale, that's all I want."" "Listen..." "The planning is a formality, so just push the sale through - it will take six weeks max for the rebuild." "We get it back on for another 200K." "50-50, we move on to the next one." "The police are all over the place." "They can't connect you to the murders." "No?" "Two people who'd been in my office that very morning asking about the house." "Wake up." "Then there's that couple of weirdoes from the same village." "Les and Barbara Flux?" "They know I'm involved with you." "How?" "What we're doing is illegal." "You do understand that?" "Don't worry about them." "I'll soon sort them out." "No." "Let me deal with them." "We have to take our time with this." "How much time have you got?" "Enough for you, no doubt." "But nowhere near enough for me." "As usual." "Tell you what " "I'll owe you one." "She won't be long." "Why don't you sit over there, and read a magazine?" "(LAUGHTER)" "Jack?" "Jack?" "Phillip?" "Mrs Merrick?" "Yes." "Acting DC Jones." "I spoke to Phillip at school today." "He's in his bedroom." "Come in." "I have told him." "I don't want him going anywhere near that house." "That IS why you've come to talk to him, isn't it?" "Yes." "Phillip?" "Phillip?" "The little..." "I am so sorry." "Give me a call when he turns up." "I need to talk to him urgently." "DOOR OPENS" "Have you seen Phillip?" "No." "Were you in the hotel?" "What hotel?" "Where my mum works in Causton." "I called out, but you didn't see me." "Haven't been to Causton." "Well, I thought it was you." "Yeah, well, don't worry." "Now, let's see if we can get this going, eh?" "WHISTLES" "Mrs Barnaby's doing sterling work." "Was that what you wanted to see me about?" "No, it wasn't." "I would like, please... ..your opinion on this." "You've seen that before, haven't you?" "I'm aware of it, yes." "But you don't rate it professionally?" "Many great men began their careers as amateurs." "Mr and Mrs Flux are, however, what one might call RANK amateurs." "Rank in the sense of being off." "So, it's not a proper history book?" "Have you met Mr and Mrs Flux?" "Uh, yes, we have." "You mustn't confuse amateur dramatics with genuine scholarship." "They are very interested in a house called Winyard." "They think it's haunted." "Oh, dear God." "Winyard is a very special house, very special indeed, but haunted?" "Please!" "They are passionate about it." "Yes, well, let's hope we can protect it from misguided enthusiasm of the likes of Leslie and Barbara Flux." "You're not perhaps interested in the property yourself, are you?" "From a conservation point of view, yes." "Have you been to the house?" "No, not yet, but I'll have to go." "No, please, I beg you." "Don't go." "I'm not frightened of ghosts." "No..." "Two people have been murdered very close to that house." "If anyone has been up there in the last 48 hours, they're on our list of suspects." "It is a crime scene, so I'm telling you - don't go." "Certainly gets them all worked up, doesn't it?" "Yeah." "My guess is, he saw the house was on the market, and wanted it all to himself." "PHONE RINGS Hello?" "Mrs Merrick." "Uh-huh." "I'm coming over." "What?" "Phillip's been taking food from the hotel." "She wants me to have a word with him." "I'll drop you off." "I wouldn't mind half an hour up at the house on my own, soak up some of that atmosphere." "The chef noticed things disappearing all the time." "Just silly little things like bread, cheese, fruit..." "I could lose my job." "Why is he stealing food?" "No idea." "Then I saw him calling to some old man like he knew him." "Of course he didn't." "What old man is this?" "Just a man staying at the hotel." "He's a nice enough chap, but I mean, you never know, do you?" "RINGS" "Right, I'd better get going." "Give me a call when he gets in." "Where the hell have you been?" "Nowhere." "Oh, I know when you're lying." "Hold on, hold on." "Phillip, this is important." "Where have you been?" "The house in the woods." "And what did I tell you about that place?" "What were you doing up there?" "Looking around." "Tell the truth, Phillip." "Were you with anyone?" "No." "Did you see anyone?" "Phillip." "An old man in a suit, with shiny shoes and a stripey tie." "What are you talking about?" "Phillip, I get very annoyed when people play games with me." "His mum's worried sick." "Thinks he's been taking the food to some old man at the house." "She's probably right." "I saw biscuits and an orange on the table." "The man he was talking to on my tape, I thought it was Charlie Magwood." "His mum said the lad saw him at the hotel, but Charlie didn't recognise him." "So, who is this man who leaves his tuning fork behind after teaching the boy to play piano, eh?" "And is that the same person who takes wire out of the piano to garrote Mr and Mrs Cave?" "We should stake the place out, sir." "Let's see who else it attracts." "I'm sorry to interrupt you again." "Would you mind?" "Babs is in a tangle with her willow wands." "There's a couple of points I'd like to clear up, if I may." "When a house gets a reputation for being cursed or haunted, it'll have the effect of putting off prospective buyers, don't you think?" "You have created just such a reputation for Winyard, haven't you?" "Did you kill Mr and Mrs Cave for the same reason?" "To discourage anyone else from putting in an offer." "No!" "We're not murderers." "Did you see anyone at Winyard who might be?" "Because if they saw you..." "You're not suggesting that we... ..that Babs and I are in danger?" "Just tell us who you've seen." "Do you mind if we go inside?" "We seem to have got embroiled in something." "We're not used to this sort of thing." "All we wanted was somewhere we could cherish." "I told you, we should never have got involved." "We should never have trusted that woman." "Harriet Davis?" "How exactly are you involved with her?" "We couldn't afford Winyard at the price she was asking." "We knew what she was up to with the builder." "She'd be handling a property, and telling the vendor it wasn't selling." "Then she'd let the builder have it at a ridiculous price." "He'd give it a quick makeover, double the price, and they'd split the profit." "It's the oldest trick in the book." "So, what did you do?" "We went to see Harriet Davis, and we suggested that she might let us have Winyard at a discount." "In return for keeping your mouths shut about her other activities?" "Yes." "You blackmailed her?" "Encouraged her to do something decent for once." "One final question..." "When did you last tune the piano?" "Time to tighten the screws on Harriet Davis." "Are you good for that, Detective?" "Oh, I think so, sir." "And I'll talk to the solicitor supposedly acting for Mr Magwood." "You think he's in on the scam too?" "One of the Midsomer mafia, Jones." "Thank you very much." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Bye-bye." "Still acting, Constable Jones?" "No, Miss." "This is for real." "Well, I'm afraid you're too late to put in an offer on this one." "I've just sold it." "Oh, shame." "I'll have to keep looking, won't I?" "What about Winyard?" "Any movement there?" "I was wondering if it had any interest from a Mr Giles Cato, curator of the Midsomer Museum." "Had a visit from him, yes, but his interest is purely in the conservation aspect." "He doesn't want it falling into the hands of someone like..." "Gerry Moore?" "Does DCI Barnaby know you're out on your own, CONSTABLE?" "Mr and Mrs Flux told us their interests were purely in the conservation aspect too." "But that's not true, is it?" "I told you - they're fantasists." "They come out of the woodwork whenever a place like Winyard hits the market." "They've got you in a position where you'll have to make them an offer." "I don't know what they've been saying." "Of course you do." "Any offer you make them won't be in the best interests of the vendor, will it?" "Does Mr Magwood know you're about to sell him down the river so you can get yourself out of difficulty with Mr and Mrs Flux?" "If Mr Magwood isn't happy with the service he's getting from me, he's perfectly at liberty to instruct another agent." "Mr Magwood's a pensioner, Miss Davis, and I think you and Gerry Moore saw him coming." "An old man down from London - you thought he'd be a pushover." "Till Mr and Mrs Cave found the house of their dreams." "Is that why you killed them?" "With the help of Gerry Moore, of course." "BUZZER" "Could you bring in the Magwood file, please?" "It's the old man from London with the tumbledown house." "My...predecessor Geoffrey Hollington died with his boots on." "He was 73, and he'd put down roots." "It's taking a while for me to get to terms with his rather antiquated filing system." "Ah, Mandy." "Thanks very much." "Great." "Let's have a look." "Oh, yes." "Yes, they've got the property on with one of the more...enterprising local estate agents, actually." "OK..." "How can I help?" "I'm investigating a double murder that took place close to Winyard, and I was hoping you'd be able to help me with some of the recent history of the place." "My God." "Mr Magwood seems very keen to sell, and I understand there are a number of potential buyers for the house that included the two people who were killed." "This is awful." "Ah..." "Sorry, hang on." "Please..." "Sit down." "Well... ..this file hadn't seen any action for 15 years or more when suddenly Mr Magwood's brother Charles turns up with power of attorney saying that Jack wants to sell the property." "His brother?" "Mm." "So..." "So the Magwood selling the house is not the legal owner?" "No." "No, but the papers are all in order." "Here's Jack Magwood's signature." "So, I released the deeds to his brother, and as far as I know the sale's going ahead." "Actually, it did put me into rather a quandary." "Oh?" "A couple of days ago I had a visit from someone who said that she'd heard the property was up for sale." "I confirmed that was the case." "However, the lady was adamant that the legal owner did not want to sell." "But the legal owner is Jack?" "How did she know?" "Well, she wouldn't say." "She just kept telling me she knew what he wanted." "And the name of this lady?" "Well, it's Miss Woodhall." "Grace Woodhall." "Sunnybank Row, Midsomer Newton." "CAR PULLS UP" "You don't think, Gerry." "You never think!" "The police have been back to talk to me." "Again." "They're onto us." "They think we did the murders." "Hold on" " WE?" "!" "They know we're working together." "YOU'RE the agent." "Oh, no, you don't." "We're gonna drop this one now." "It was good while it lasted, but it's over." "No way." "I have got too much invested in this, and Winyard's gonna be our best earner yet." "It might have been if you'd kept your mouth shut." "Listen, I haven't said anything to anybody!" "Can you explain to me how the Caves knew Winyard was on the market?" "No?" "They heard it from your single mother up in the council houses." "What are you talking about?" "The one who works in the Feathers." "I don't care if you are shagging her." "What I do care about is that you don't discuss our business while you're doing it." "I haven't told her anything!" "It's finished." "I should have known you wouldn't be able to handle it." "Listen, Harriet, I am warning you." "If you try and cut me out - You're already out." "And if the police do come back to me, I won't be going down on my own." "Excuse me." "Sorry to bother you." "Not at all, dear lady." "I wonder if you could help me?" "I'm looking for a house called Winyard." "Winyard?" "I'm afraid you're well out of the way." "It doesn't seem to be marked on this map." "No." "Your best bet is to go..." "Yes." "Out of the village." "Back that way?" "You'll come to a main road." "Turn right, and keep going for about five miles." "Five miles?" "Are you sure?" "You're in completely the wrong neck of the woods." "You know, I thought I was quite close." "Oh, no, you're well out of your way." "Sorry." "Well...thank you." "Gerry Moore's favourite, sir." "He and Harriet Davis are definitely in it together." "So did Ms Davis confess?" "Not on tape, sir." "But we should bring them in." "Hang on." "Let's not get ahead of ourselves." "Listen, Jones " "Charlie Magwood has got a brother, and Winyard actually belongs to that brother." "Now, I want you to have another word with young Phillip." "Remember he said the old man at the house used to go to his school?" "You think that's who he was stealing food for?" "Charlie's brother?" "Yeah." "OK." "I should have said before." "The house belongs to my brother Jack." "Why didn't you tell us you had a brother, Mr Magwood?" "Well, he's in prison for murdering a copper." "It's not the sort of think you talk about." "Well, I'd like you to talk about it to me, Mr Magwood." "Well, it's ah..." "18 years ago now." "He killed a young PC, Colin Armstrong, in Hatton Garden." "I don't want to go through it all." "Why don't you do your own homework?" "What would be really helpful at this stage, Mr Magwood, is a clear idea of your brother's connection with Winyard." "We was evacuated there." "We was very lucky, I suppose." "The Barretts were a very nice couple." "And of course typical Jack - charmer - they were eating out of his hands in five minutes." "Couldn't do enough for him." "Me, I never liked it." "I missed my mum and dad." "But...after the war, Jack used to come down and visit them." "And of course, nobody was surprised, they left him the house." "But...he's inside, isn't he?" "So the place stayed the way it was the day they died." "Did you get on with your brother?" "Oh, we're very different people." "This power of attorney." "Why did Jack suddenly ask you to sell the house, after all this time?" "He's due for release in two months, so he's thinking about money." "He gave me the power of attorney and asked me to sell." "I wish you'd told us this at the start, Charlie." "Yeah..." "I didn't think." "It's not stealing." "They've got loads of food in there." "Were you hungry?" "My mum hasn't got much money." "It was lunches for me and Danny." "I don't believe you, Phillip." "And I know where you got that car you showed me." "(SIGHS) There was a man in the playground." "What did I tell you?" "Go on." "He said he used to go to school here when he was little." "Then I went to the house in the woods, cos my brother left my bike there, and I saw him again." "He said he used to live there." "He's really nice." "He's teaching me the piano." "He never did those murders." "I know he didn't." "I want to go home now, Miss." "I want to see my mum." "Thanks, Phillip." "But stay away from that house." "Understand?" "PHONE RINGS" "It's all here." "And I've been on to Layfield open prison, where Jack Magwood is serving a life sentence for the murder of PC Colin Armstrong." "The Hatton Garden robbery?" "That's the one." "I remember reading about that case." "He absconded a week ago." "There's an all ports call-out for him." "So!" "Winyard is owned by a convicted killer." "He escapes from prison, and a couple of days later, two people are found murdered near the house." "I wonder." "I wonder if these two brothers..." "aren't one and the same man, eh?" "We've got uniform all round the hotel, so tomorrow, first thing, we'll go and ask Charlie if his name is Jack." "Joyce!" "Joyce?" "The man he was talking to on my tape, I thought he was Charlie Magwood." "But his mum said the lad saw him at the hotel, but Charlie didn't recognise him." "Jones" " Winyard, straightaway." "And bring some backup." "Magwood!" "SIREN" "Magwood." "Stay where you are." "Joyce, get that boy outside." "Now." "Stay where you are!" "No!" "No one's going to hurt him." "It's all right." "Right." "On your feet." "Jack Magwood, I'm arresting you for the murders of Peter and Caroline Cave." "He hasn't done anything!" "He hasn't!" "It's all right." "VOICES ON POLICE RADIO" "Stupid old fool. 18 years he's done." "He's only weeks from his release date." "Huh." "I don't know what he's playing at." "We were rather hoping that you would tell us." "Oh, I can't understand it." "Are you quite sure, Charlie, that Jack really wanted to sell the house?" "Well, put it this way." "He might not have wanted to, but he knew he had to." "Hm." "Now, I don't know whether you've heard this, Charlie, but two people have been found dead, not 200 hundred yards from Winyard." "They were both murdered." "And we know they were interested in buying that house." "And now we discover your brother, a convicted murderer..." "No - not Jack." "Oh, no" " I know he's reckless, but no, he... ..he wouldn't." "He couldn't have." "KNOCK AT DOOR" "Miss Woodhall?" "Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby, Causton CID." "This is DC Jones." "I'd be extremely grateful if you could let us have a moment, please." "You went to see Jack Magwood's solicitor about Winyard." "Why did you do that?" "I'd heard it was up for sale." "And you told the solicitor that Jack didn't want to sell it." "Yes." "How did you know Jack didn't want to sell it?" "I know Jack Magwood and how he feels about the place." "He'd never sell it." "Has Jack Magwood been staying with you in the last few days?" "Jack's in Layfield Prison." "No, Miss Woodhall." "Jack Magwood is in custody, in Causton, under arrest, on suspicion of murder." "No!" "Not Jack!" "I'm afraid so." "Oh, not again." "It couldn't happen again." "So, if you have been harbouring him, you could be charged as an accessory to murder." "Jack Magwood is NOT a murderer." "He never was, and he never will be." "He was put away for something he didn't do." "Ask anyone who knows him." "We've done that, Miss Woodhall." "We had a long, very long chat, with his brother Charlie." "Oh!" "Yes." "And I can guess what Charlie told you as well." "I KNOW Jack." "I've " "I know him very well." "We grew up together." "Look." "That was us when we were young." "They were the best years of our lives." "You remember the Barretts?" "They were the parents Jack should have had, not that feckless bunch back in London." "Did you know Jack won a scholarship to Causton Grammar?" "He was heading for university - Oxford, Cambridge - but the family made him go back to London and work in a fruit and veg stall!" "Can you imagine what that did to him?" "(SOBS)" "(SNIFFS)" "(SIGHS)" "What can you tell us about the murder of PC Armstrong?" "Oh..." "it was what killed the Barretts." "Seeing Jack go to prison?" "For something he hadn't done." "And then, when the appeal was turned down, well, they...they gave up hope." "We all gave up hope." "The evidence, the evidence against Jack was very compelling." "They never found the gun, though, did they?" "That was the problem." "Jack never held a gun in his life." "If they'd found the gun, they would have known it wasn't Jack." "You know he refused to say anything in his own defence?" "Yes." "Why do you think that was?" "He was frightened." "The Magwoods were mixed up in all sorts in those days." "Charlie knew Jack was innocent." "I think he probably even knew who'd done it." "He could have spoken up for Jack, but he wouldn't." "I suppose he was scared as well." "Oh..." "I'll be glad when HE'S gone." "If he's disturbing you, I can have a word." "I wouldn't mind if it was just hammering and banging." "But the arguments..." "Who's he arguing with?" "Oh, that estate agent, Harriet Davis." "You should have heard them!" "I thought he'd kill her." "Are you sure it was Harriet Davis?" "Of course I'm sure." "She said the police were after her." "You want someone for the murders - you ask him." "MODEL ENGINE CHUFFS" "They could do you for nicking that." "WHISTLES" "BEEP" "Would you tell me why you walked out of Layfield prison, Mr Magwood?" "I wanted to see where I used to live." "What, just three months before you were released?" "We've been talking with your brother." "How is Charlie?" "You'd given him power of attorney." "Or had you?" "We've also had a very interesting conversation with Grace Woodhall." "She was telling us all about Mr and Mrs Barrett." "And about the house." "Did you walk out of prison to try and stop your brother selling Winyard?" "Did you murder Peter and Caroline Cave because you thought they were going to buy it?" "Did you murder PC Colin Armstrong?" "I don't want to appear rude, but I don't talk about it." "I didn't then, and I won't now." "It's just a rule with me." "I never talk about it." "PHONE RINGS" "Harriet Davis Estates." "Tonight?" "I..." "OK." "About ten." "ALARM" "David?" "David!" "Wait, everybody - if you'd just keep calm," "I'm sure there's a very simple explanation." "David!" "So if we can just - Excuse me." "Is this for real?" "I've absolutely no idea." "Let's just get everybody outside and we'll take a roll call." "Yeah, come on." "This way." "Harry?" "Harriet!" "ECHOING LAUGHTER" "Garroted." "Same MO as the Caves." "Any luck tracing that call?" "A phone box, in the village." "Male voice." "It's got to be the builder, sir." "I've put a call out for him and uniform are at his house now." "And the hotel?" "False alarm, sir." "All the guests are accounted for." "Charlie Magwood?" "Eventually." "Claims he got used to alarms in the Blitz." "Said he went for a stroll round the block." "Does he indeed?" "Same person who killed the Caves, then?" "Which rules out Jack Magwood, who spent last night in a prison cell." "I'm beginning to think the Fluxes were right about this place." "All that stuff about the heart?" "They made it up, didn't they?" "It's a human heart, stuck with thorns and pins, and hidden in the chimney." "The hearth is the heart of the house." "Curse the hearth and you curse the house." ""The hearth is the heart of the house." "Curse the hearth and you curse the house."" "What else might be hidden up that chimney?" "Oh!" "George!" "I want you to get onto the Met, for the prints of everyone involved in the shooting of PC Armstrong." "Yes, sir." "Look what we found up the chimney." "Can you do anything with that?" "Been there a long time." "Yeah, 18 years, I reckon." "MOBILE PHONE RINGS" "I just wonder whose fingerprints are on the trigger." "Barnaby." "No!" "No, no." "You did the right thing." "Yeah - we'll be right over." "Grace Woodhall." "She's got another row going on next door." "I refuse to stand by..." "I don't know who you are or what you're talking about!" "(SHOUTING) Get back in your car and drive away!" "If you've said anything to anyone about me or my affairs - Married, aren't you, Mr Moore?" "Does your wife know how you spend your afternoons?" "I'll kill you, you filthy bastard!" "Get him off!" "I'm arresting you on suspicion - Agh!" "I'm not giving up, Mr Moore!" "Don't think this means " "You're under arrest too." "You killed her, you bastard!" "You killed her!" "Gerry Moore's got a powerful motive for killing her." "So has Cato." "But I don't quite see that, do you?" "Not really." "I'm going to have another go at Jack." "Take some backup and bring Charlie Magwood in." "I want to see those two brothers face to face." "Michael?" "it's all over." "They've got the murderer." "There's a message for you, Mr Magwood." "Thank you." "KNOCK AT DOOR" "Jack." "I think it's time to make a clean break with the past." "Don't you?" "You mean, ah, tell the truth?" "Yeah, that'd be it." "The stall wasn't making any money." "Not enough to keep the whole family." "It was down to me to do something about it." "I only needed to do one job, make enough to see us all through." "If that copper hadn't shown up..." "I pointed the gun at him, pulled the trigger and ran." "And the rest, as they say, is, ah, history." "But it's not history, is it, Jack?" "It is here, and it is now." "That's been lying in a chimney for the last 18 years, where you hid it." "That's the gun that killed PC Colin Armstrong." "That's the gun that you hid at Winyard." "There's a couple of sets of prints on that gun, Jack." "Yours, and Charlie's." "I know" " I tried to make Charlie take it, but he wouldn't." "Charlie's prints are on the trigger." "Yours are only on the barrel." "He made you take the gun, didn't he?" "And hide it." "You didn't kill Colin Armstrong." "Charlie did." "No." "Yes." "Jack, you served 18 years for a crime committed by your brother - the brother who's framing you for the murders of Peter and Caroline Cave." "I know you've got a job to do, but " "It was Grace who told you Charlie was trying to sell Winyard." "That's why you walked out of Layfield prison, to try and stop him." "Once Charlie discovered you were out, he killed the Caves and tried to make it look as if you'd done it." "Harriet Davis tried to cheat him, so he killed her too, not realising that you were in custody at the time." "Jack, your brother does not deserve your loyalty." "Loyalty?" "It's got nothing to do with loyalty!" "Then tell me what it is." "We are identical twins." "But Charlie is not you." "You are not Charlie." "The law recognises the difference." "Grace knows the difference." "The law?" "The law doesn't know how it feels." "There's only one thing we're different in." "Charlie was tougher, but I was luckier." "I got the brains." "I got the talent." "I was the one that everybody loved." "Charlie got all the bad bits." "But that wasn't his fault." "It was an accident." "Jack, what you allowed to happen all those years ago was a gross miscarriage of justice and it's still going on, isn't it?" "Three more people have died." "You've been a bloody fool." "It's time to put a stop to it." "Turn that machine off." "It's not on." "Just...tell the truth, Jack." "The truth?" "I'm not sure I know what the truth is any more." "Well, I told you about the money problems." "That was true." "Our little stall couldn't keep Charlie in suits and cars." "He had debts." "People were after him." "They would have murdered him." "One night, he got a gun and went down Hatton Garden." "When he'd done what he did, he came running back into the market." "He was scared, pushed the gun at me, asked me to hide it." "Next morning, I came down here." "I wrapped it up in one of Mrs Barrett's aprons, and hid it in the chimney." "I'm sure Charlie didn't mean to shoot him." "It was an accident." "Are you willing to repeat what you've just told me on the tape?" "I appreciate what you're doing." "But it's too late." "There's no sign of Charlie." "He's checked out of the hotel." "Get a warrant out for Charlie's arrest." "I'm driving Jack back to Layfield prison myself." "If both of them end up inside because he's too pigheaded to tell the truth in court, then...so be it." "One last look?" "Hm." "Do you want a minute to yourself?" "Just to say goodbye?" "Yeah." "Thank you." "OK." "There, Jack." "Aah!" "DISCORD" "Ah, ahh!" "Get off him!" "Come on!" "Leave him!" "JONES:" "Let go!" "You think you've done him a favour?" "You think, good, he's going to be a free man at last?" "You know what?" "He'll NEVER be free." "He's stuck with me until the day he dies, whether he likes it or not." "Sir?" "What?" "That message you sent to Charlie - was it, you know..." "Was it what?" "Well, a way of getting Charlie to..." "No, it's nothing, sir." "You're not suggesting, are you, that I deliberately used Jack as bait to get Charlie here?" "Not at all." "Well, because that would have been a very high-risk strategy, Constable." "Exactly, sir." "You've put in two requests, haven't you, to transfer to CID?" "I'm keen to move on, sir." "Broaden my experience." "Well, I'll have to see what I can do." "Coming on, isn't he?" "Yes, he is." "And it's good to see the house cared for, Jack." "And we're having a new bathroom, and central heating." "When I've sold my cottage." "KETTLE WHISTLES" "That's the music I like to hear." "I could murder " "Tom." "What?" "Anyone for tea?" "ITFC Subtitles"