"Hey." "On your feet, Thomas." "There's a good lad." "Whoops." "Go on, there's a brave lad." "Come on." "Yes, all right!" "That's enough of that." "Ah, did you hear me, George?" "What's going on?" "Dunno." "Saw the Compton sisters walking past." "In a hurry." "Edward, what was all the noise about?" "It was a police car." "A police car!" "Lunchtime menu?" "I thought we'd have tomato and herb soup today." "It's nice and refreshing." "This way." "What the hell...?" "Come along." "Hurry up." "Will you let us in, please?" "Sorry." "Can't." "For goodness sake, it's our property." "That may be the case, madam, but it's now a crime scene." "Ridiculous..." "Please, madam!" "Morning, sir." "Thank you, Stephens." "Thank you." "I said let us in!" "Surely you know who we are!" "I'm Hilary Compton." "We needn't explain ourselves." "This is my sister, Harriet." "Sir." "Yes, Jones." "I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby, Causton CID." "Excuse me, please." "And before anyone asks, sir." "His name's not Gulliver." "What is his name?" "Richard Tanner, sir." "He lives local." "Who found him?" "Bob Moss." "He works here." "Well, one thing's for sure." "He didn't kill himself." "Where's forensics?" "Bullard's on the way." "All those bits of string?" "He'll love this." "STEPHENS:" "Stop!" "In case you people have failed to realise it." "Harriet!" "It may be the end of the season, but we still have a business to run." "Wait!" "Sorry, sir." "Right, that's enough." "Let's go." "Please." "Thank you." "You could have told us." "Guess what?" "The police have found a body." "Here in the village." "A body?" "Edward, that's terrible." "Are you having one of your jokes?" "We heard a police car." "What do you mean, a body?" "Whose body?" "How do I know?" "Probably some poor sod died of boredom." "When did you find him, Mr Moss?" "Just after nine." "Did you see anyone else here?" "No." "Anyway, we don't open till 10." "He was trouble, but he didn't deserve this." "How do you mean he was trouble?" "Well, he used to trespass, come in after hours." "Why?" "It was his way." "He didn't respect private property." "Almost cost me my job." "Several times." "Because I could not keep him out." "Do you happen to know his next of kin, sir?" "Um...there's only his sister Jackie, who runs the craft shop." "So when can I clean up all this mess?" "Can't leave it like this." "And them all covered in blood." "No, no, Mr Moss." "Nothing is to be touched." "And we'll need to talk to you again." "Where can we find you?" "Well..." "I'll be in my workshop." "Looks like he received a penetrating wound, right side, lower back." "So...we're looking for a weapon." "A knife, sharp tool." "Time of death?" "We won't know until we untangle him." "What about the string and the pegs?" "Yeah, it would have happened after death." "I'd say he was attacked there and dragged over here." "Where he could be tied up." "Yeah." "Some of these figures would have been knocked over, so whoever killed him must have replaced them." "Yeah." "Why?" "# And on that tree # And on that tree" "# There was a branch" "# The prettiest branch" "# That you ever did see" "# And the branch on the tree and the tree in the hole" "# And the hole in the ground and the green grass grows all around all around" "# And the green grass grows all around" "# And on that branch" "# And on that branch" "# There was a...nest" "# There was a nest" "# The prettiest nest" "# That you ever did see" "# And the nest on the branch and the branch on the tree... #" "Not for sale, I'm afraid." "I bet you're glad of that." "Yes, well, no, it... doesn't look very seaworthy." "That's the idea." "It's for the crazy craft race." "The crazy what?" "It's an end-of-season event at Little Worthy, sir." "It happens every year." "It's the only bit of fun we have." "Are you Jackie Tanner?" "Yeah." "I am Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby and this is Detective Constable Stephens from Causton CID." "What's he done now?" "I'm sorry." "Who?" "Richard." "My brother." "Been upsetting the locals again, has he?" "Hmm!" "Anyway, he'd had a couple of drinks when he broke the windows of the tea room." "But it was an accident." "He, er...was aiming at those naff plastic tables they've got outside." "Ooh." "He hates them." "Well...he hates anything that isn't real." "What is it?" "What's wrong?" "Miss Tanner, I regret to inform you that your brother, Richard Tanner, is dead." "I am sorry to have to bring this news to you." "What are you saying to me?" "How can he be dead?" "He can't be." "How...?" "His killing was unlawful." "We believe that he was murdered." "Please, no." "Not Richard." "Come on, sit down, Jackie." "Miss Tanner, of course..." "I...have to ask you some questions." "These are very important." "When did you last see your brother?" "Yesterday, maybe." "Early yesterday." "Did they kill him?" "Who's they?" "The locals." "Most of them hated him." "Did they?" "Why?" "What reason?" "He, um..." "He didn't want Little Worthy changed in any way." "He... didn't like anything new." "So if someone suggested changes, improvements..." "He'd fight it." "Miss Tanner, where was your brother when you last saw him?" "That teacher..." "Rebecca." "That bitch would never leave him alone." "He's my...half-brother, actually." "I loved him like a real brother!" "Oh, Richard!" "Where was this?" "It was over there." "Looks as if he spent some time here with someone last night." "These pegs are pretty standard." "They can be found in most hardware or outdoor activity stores." "And the twine?" "Arts and crafts shops." "Garden centres." "I need to move him soon, Ben, and the whole place needs to be searched." "We'll arrange it." "Don't forget the far table." "Please." "Oh, for God's sake." "Hardly anyone comes in here at the best of times." "You know your father likes the restaurant to be as welcoming as possible, just in case." "What?" "With a dead body and police everywhere?" "Lay the table, please." "Would you like me to show you how to fold a napkin to make it look like a bird?" "I've been learning how to do it." "You know your problem, don't you?" "You've got a few of your pages stuck together." "Oh, it's you!" "I thought it was her." "She doesn't like me smoking." "Which one?" "Harriet." "Oh, Harriet." "Yes." "Is she a miss or a mrs?" "She's always known as MISS Compton." "Never married." "Who'd want her?" "And her sister?" "Hilary?" "Yeah, she was wed once." "Years ago." "Still a young bride when her husband died." "Went back to using her maiden name." "Still, they do all right for themselves." "I mean, they own half the village." "And how long have you worked for them?" "40 years." "Not easy years either." "They're church people." "They didn't want a model pub in the model village." "I had to argue until I was blue in the face before they'd let me make one." "If they had their way... none of these figures would have a smile on their face." "Mmmm." "Oh, yeah, yeah." "That's Arnold." "In for a bit of a spruce up." "Come on then." "What time did you leave here last night, Mr Moss?" "Ah, locked up at six." "Left about 6:45." "Home at seven." "And this workshop, this was locked up too, was it?" "Always is." "Do you have family, Mr Moss?" "I never needed one." "Is there anyone who can confirm what time you got home?" "No." "Richard Tanner was stabbed some time last night." "When was the last time you saw him, sir?" "I forget." "Ever seen him with any friends?" "I don't think he had any." "Oh, come on, what about the local schoolteacher?" "Yeah, well..." "I did see him with her once or twice." "Did you kill him, Mr Moss?" "Me?" "!" "Well, no, no...no." "No!" "Well, you had good cause." "You said he almost cost you your job." "Yeah..." "I know, but..." "Being out of work at your age... could be difficult." "What's the matter, love?" "Has Christa been rude to you again?" "Just give it time." "Things will get better." "Since her mother left, I'm all she has." "She's just a bit jealous, that's all." "I couldn't be without you, Bernice." "Not now." "I couldn't bear it." "Miss Rix?" "Yes?" "Could I have a word, please?" "I haven't seen Richard for a couple of days." "Can you remember exactly when?" "Well, I'd have to think about it." "Or where?" "Oh, that's easy." "We went to the model village together." "He wanted to get ideas for the craft race." "Why are you asking me?" "Richard Tanner's dead." "He's been murdered." "Moss?" "You spoke with Moss before coming to see us?" "Yes, Miss Compton." "That's disgraceful." "The man's responsible for what's happened." "He's brought it upon us." "All right, Harriet!" "I'm sorry." "Why - is he responsible?" "Because he smokes while he's working." "Even though we've told him not to." "And he insisted we open the model village on a Sunday." "I shall never forgive him for that." "Get rid of him, Hilary." "Get rid of him now." "I can't!" "We need him." "Like we need death?" "And blood spilled here on our doorstep?" "Maybe the Devil got him at last." "I remember him when I taught at Sunday school." "In the days before..." "Bible classes were a thing of the past." "Harriet!" "I'm sure Mr Barnaby hasn't come to talk about Bible class." "Even as a young pupil, he was always causing disruption." "Well..." "The Devil's children are renowned for that." "I've nothing more to say." "I have things to do." "In many ways, Richard Tanner was right." "He simply wanted to protect the village from change." "Do you think that could have been the reason...to kill him?" "No!" "Have you got any idea who did kill him?" "Well..." "No." "My family have lived at Little Worthy for generations." "I love the place." "But as a tourist village, it HAS to change." "Ah." "Um...yes, I don't want to make things worse for you, Miss Compton, but the model village is out of bounds to the public for the time being." "I'm sorry." "I thought it might be." "Do the locals know who was murdered?" "Ah, not everyone." "We haven't released that information yet." "Then I wouldn't bother, if I were you." "Knowing Little Worthy, they'll have worked it out by now." "No!" "No!" "NO!" "I think we should open up this room a bit next year." "Put more of the tables outside." "The person who died?" "It was Richard Tanner." "He'd been stabbed to death." "That's all this village needs." "Who's next, I wonder?" "(DISTANT SINGING) # And on that branch..." "# There was a...nest" "# The prettiest nest" "# That you ever did see #" "(DOOR BANGS) This way, sir." "Injured Gulliver." "Ah, Miss Rix, this is Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby." "Miss Rix." "Er..." "I was just about to lock up." "Go home." "Well, perhaps you could spare us a moment or two before you go home." "If...if it's about Richard..." "I can't even begin to think about it right now." "Look, Miss Rix...we need to catch his killer as soon as possible." "And we need...all the help we can get." "I've spoken to Richard's sister, Jackie Tanner." "And I bet she had all sorts of nice things to say about me." "Well, she did mention..." "Well, what she actually said was..." "'That bitch would never leave my brother alone.'" "Oh, that's great, coming from her." "That cow is so possessive." "She's the one who wouldn't leave him alone." "Were you and Richard Tanner lovers?" "We were an item once." "Yes." "What went wrong?" "He dumped me." "OK, so it hurt at the time." "I'm..." "I can't really handle rejection." "Were you with Richard Tanner last night?" "In the model village?" "No!" "I've already told him." "I haven't seen Richard since..." "Now, hang on." "I may hate what he did to me, but..." "I wouldn't hurt him." "I could never do that." "Who could?" "Lots of people." "Name one." "Well, for a start there's Mike Johnson, from the gift shop." "Richard threatened him once." "For what reason?" "The randy git tried it on with his sister." "God knows why." "Would have thought she needed livening up." "Did Richard have a girlfriend?" "Well, there's that kid from the hotel." "But I'd hardly call her a girlfriend." "Why?" "Because she's too young!" "That's why." "It was probably just a friendship." "It's a nice lot of pictures you've got here." "Oh...yes!" "The children." "They're great." "They love their painting." "Why..." "Gulliver?" "We always have a theme week." "Someone in the village thinks of an idea and we do it." "Last week, it was...the old woman who lives in a shoe." "The week before that, it was..." "Oh, something." "So, who...suggested Gulliver?" "Ah..." "I think it was Edward Palfrey from the hotel." "Look..." "I really do need to get home!" "Miss Rix..." "How would you characterise Richard Tanner?" "What would you say?" "That he was a... big man in a small world?" "Well..." "Yes." "With his way of expressing himself, he certainly was too big for Little Worthy." "Why do you ask?" "Because... that is how Richard Tanner was found." "Tied down." "Allowed to bleed to death." "And no-one there to help him." "Today has been terrible." "All we've sold is one pair of oven gloves." "Oh, and one joke skeleton." "Almost no passing trade." "One of the policemen bought the skeleton." "You could say Richard Tanner had it coming, Kate." "He did upset a lot of people." "Upset them enough to kill him?" "I was saying to Mike we should have a Mystical Moments grotto next season." "In the corner of the garden." "Some people like all that weird stuff." "Where's that box of cinnamon candles?" "In the storeroom." "Well, I want them in here." "Tonight still OK?" "Oh yeah." "On the shelf by the window." "Christa." "Christa!" "Bernice has finished your sea nymph costume." "It looks wonderful." "Christa." "We realise you're upset." "But please open the door." "Please talk to us." "Just piss off!" "Can I help?" "Yes, I'm looking for Michael Johnson." "Oh, that's me." "Ah." "Afternoon, sir." "I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby from Causton CID." "Oh, right." "It's, er...it's about Richard Tanner." "You knew him?" "Well, of course, yeah." "Poor old Richard." "He was certainly part of the village." "Yes, yes..." "Did you like him?" "No." "But like most people, I put up with him." "Yeah, I understand you had a little argument with him quite recently." "A what?" "About his half-sister, Jackie Tanner." "Who told you that?" "Yeah, well, did you have the argument or not?" "Well...it wasn't exactly an argument." "He just told me to, er..." "Well, leave his sister alone." "He didn't want her getting hurt." "And did you..." "leave her alone?" "I wasn't exactly interested in the first place." "Mr Johnson, would you mind telling me where you were last night?" "(Or is that a problem?" ")" "Not at all." "No." "Um..." "I went to bed about 12." "Before that?" "Well, I was working late." "Building a craft for the race." "Out in the forecourt." "Er...the race can still go ahead, can it?" "Oh, yes, providing it doesn't interfere with our investigations." "Yeah, it's the one village fun day." "Wouldn't want to lose that." "I'm going to be Neptune." "What do you think?" "Thank you, Mr Johnson." "Thank you very much." "I'm sorry, but she still won't open her door." "Can we help?" "I believe she was seeing Richard Tanner?" "Seeing him?" "Surely not." "She's still only a child." "Obviously a very upset child." "Well, only because we knew the poor man." "He'd come here to eat and Christa always liked to serve him." "He used to make her laugh." "Almost two of a kind." "In what way?" "Well, let's just say that... they're the sort who never really fit in." "He used to go his own way and..." "Christa's always been, well... difficult." "But she'll grow out of it." "You always said she would." "So when was Richard last here?" "Yesterday evening." "He had just a bar meal." "What sort of mood was he in?" "His usual self, joking and stuff." "And Christa was in all evening?" "No." "She went out later." "She's got a couple of schoolfriends." "They've been making plans about the craft race." "What time did she get back?" "Ah...quite late." "Long after we'd closed." "I'd gone to bed early." "Leaving me to tidy up as usual." "Just one wound, but it was enough." "Penetrated the liver and the gall bladder." "Maybe he was turning away as the blow was struck." "Yes." "The shape of the wound is the shape of the blade." "Roundish." "So the weapon you're looking for has a blade... ..four to five inches in length." "With a diameter of 16mill." "Which is five eighths of an inch in old money." "Like a stiletto." "How much force was used?" "None was needed." "As I've said so many times before, our creator was guilty of a few design faults when he made human beings." "Vital organs too close to the surface of the skin." "Oh, but George, he gave us a brain to compensate." "That was the biggest design fault of all." "Christa." "I'm so glad you've come down." "I'm going to my country dancing class in a while if you want to come with me?" "You must be joking." "No." "I wish I knew what my dad sees in you." "He..." "Well, we love each other." "You don't even know what that word means." "Because it's not just smiley faces and all that happy ever after crap." "It's hell." "It hurts." "That's the way!" "And sway." "Right, Steve, let's have you on the floor." "But I can't dance." "Course you can!" "Take your partners for the Cumberland Square Eight." "Mmmm!" "What a sickly pong in here." "I don't know how you put up with it." "Do you know, I don't even notice it any more." "Well, I do." "It's amazing." "You're the only man I know... who smells like a poof, and shags like a rhino." "Right." "Come here." "Well done, Steve." "What was that?" "I didn't hear anything." "It sounded like the letterbox." "At this time of night?" "It couldn't have been the letterbox." "It must be the dustbin lids." "I told Moss to fix them." "I told you so." "Oh..." "Wait." "It must have come through the door and rolled under there." "What on earth can it be?" "Oh, thanks, Steve." "Just put it down there." "I love what you've done to this shop." "It's..." "Well, it has such a comforting feel to it." "Good." "I'm glad you like it." "There's not much comfort in Little Worthy at the moment." "End of a lousy season and police all over the place." "Mmm." "I hope I didn't make a fool of myself last night." "No, of course not." "You were fine." "I'd much rather be running a shop like this than a tea room." "Well, I'm glad someone appreciates it." "Mike doesn't." "He says it's all a bit too fussy for him." "I'm afraid he's not a buttons and bows man." "He scares me sometimes." "Why?" "I just don't know what he gets up to." "It feels so good to touch, doesn't it?" "Sad, really." "I have so many glamorous things to wear." "Exotic things, some people might call them." "Naughty things." "But I've no-one to wear them for." "How much do I owe you for this?" "Oh, Detective Sergeant, please come in." "Thank you for coming." "No problem." "We...we would have contacted you last night, but it was late." "Which means we've had to spend the whole night worrying about it." "Worrying about what?" "This!" "It was put through our letterbox last night without so much as a by-your-leave." "See, that's the sort of person we have to deal with in this village." "Down there." "Thank you." "Christa?" "I'm Tom Barnaby." "Are you a policeman?" "Ah yes, I am." "But I'm not a bad person." "I love the costume." "Ah..." "Christa." "May I... talk to you a little bit about Richard Tanner?" "I believe he was a friend of yours?" "We were more than friends." "We were lovers." "And were you with him...the night before last?" "The night he died?" "Yes." "Where was this?" "The model village." "A strange place to meet, wasn't it?" "A model village, late at night." "No." "Not really." "We liked it there." "We used to climb over the wall... have a smoke, make love." "He used to say the model village had more going for it than the real one." "He was right." "We were going to go away together." "Were you?" "Where to?" "Dunno." "Somewhere." "Christa, what time exactly did you leave the model village that night?" "Must have been just after 12." "Did you see anyone else there?" "No." "And didn't Richard want to leave with you at the same time?" "No." "He said he wanted to finish his smoke." "I wasn't happy about that." "Why not?" "Cos I didn't like letting him out of my sight, that's why." "I hated it when he saw other women." "Especially that creepy teacher." "Christa, how can you talk like this?" "You just stay away from me." "I loved him." "All right?" "So don't go on about him being too old for me." "Because who are you to talk?" "Bernice is half your age." "She cares about me and she cares about you!" "And you only managed to pull her because she's three tomatoes short of a salad." "Look at you." "Who else would want you?" "I'm sorry about this, Mr Barnaby." "He was shoved through their letterbox?" "Yes." "Well..." "I suppose it could be kids." "Why kids?" "They sometimes nick 'em." "Course someone could have found him in the street." "Decided to return him." "Now, what do you want to go wandering off for, eh?" "Ha!" "Right." "Better brush you up a bit." "Ah...thank you..." "Mr Moss." "You can have this back when we've finished with it." "But he belongs here!" "The Compton sisters." "Do they have anything to do with the craft race?" "Hilary does." "Not Harriet." "She hates it." "Thank you." "Oh..." "Robert!" "You were talking to the police again behind our backs, weren't you?" "Eh?" "I watched you." "What else could I do?" "He came here asking questions." "I've only two things to say to you." "Firstly, you're paid to take good care of our property." "Ah..." "I do take good care of it." "Secondly...when we reopen next season, your services may no longer be required." "Here you go, sir." "One bodkin." "Could have belonged to the victim." "It's the sort of tool he'd use." "But why keep it with him?" "Maybe you should ask the sister." "She uses them too." "Thank you." "Thank you, sir." "If someone worked here long enough... do you think they could go slightly deranged?" "This was dumped on the Compton sisters last night." "Freaked them out." "And that feller, Moss." "He was talking to it like it was real." "If you get on board, I'll drive you there." "I'm not getting towed through the streets." "I'm supposed to be the Queen of the Nile." "Remember?" "How could I forget?" "Hi, Trev." "You look fantastic." "Ohh!" "Thank you." "We'll walk." "I was thinking you look stupid enough, but you should see what your friend Kate's wearing." "She's not exactly...my friend." "Makes her look even more of a slag." "Still..." "I expect that appeals to you." "Tom." "Has it changed much since your last visit?" "No!" "It's as crazy as ever," "Would the Vikings take to their vessel, please?" "Why is it that the British love dressing up at the slightest opportunity?" "Because we lead such drab lives for the rest of the time." "HILARY:" "And the Wind in the Willows, please!" "You know, someone with your reputation shouldn't be in charge of kids." "You're poisonous." "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about my brother, and the way you've maligned him ever since he got rid of you." "Well, that's not really the kind of thing I need to hear now." "You made it very bad for him, do you realise that?" "Then you should have made a better job of tying him to your apron strings, shouldn't you?" "because that must have been the way you liked it." "Used to make me wonder about you two." "Well, perhaps you'd better spread that round the village as well." "Hello, Ben." "Mrs Barnaby." "Sir." "Hey." "I'm surprised you're not taking part." "In this weather?" "Nooo!" "Quick, Edward, quick!" "Come and look at this." "Come on, Christa, you can do it." "I just know you're going to win." "I'll be cheering for you all the way." "Oh, for God's sake, leave me alone, will you?" "I'll remind you of the rules." "The first fully manned vessel to reach the far side of the lake, in a straight line, is the winner!" "And good luck to everyone." "Whoa!" "Hold on." "You know, I think it's the people who are crazy, not the boats." "You're right." "Ahhh!" "No!" "Let's see the finish." "Look, we can go over the bridge." "It's the long way round, that." "Come on, Ben." "It's not far, I don't think." "I'd say that one blow with this thing would be enough." "At any rate... one of the tines entered her heart at an angle." "She'd have died instantly." "Tom, why so sharp?" "It's not as if it was designed for mortal combat." "Or was it?" "What is it, Hilary?" "What's wrong with you?" "How could such a thing happen?" "It's OK." "Whoever did it could have killed more people." "I was alone there before I saw you." "I could have been attacked." "But you weren't." "So...just stop thinking about it." "Who'd fancy you now?" "Mr Johnson." "Now, sir...you see what it was that killed her, can't you?" "Please." "No, no, no." "Not me." "Why not, Mr Johnson?" "King Neptune with a taste for the ladies." "It was your party piece." "Your murder weapon." "Yeah, but...but I already told you that I lost it when we collided." "Who was near you at the time?" "I don't know!" "I mean..." "You know, it was chaos." "I mean, young Christa." "Why would I want to harm her?" "The trident." "Where'd you get it from?" "Who made that?" "Jackie, in the craft shop." "She made it for me." "OK, Mr Johnson, you can go, but whatever you do..." "do not leave the village." "Thank you." "Even to this day, I fail to understand your relationship with the Good Lord." "If it lives, criticise it, if it dies, pray for it." "It seems to be your only pleasure in life." "And I suppose you've nothing to pray for?" "Think back, Hilary." "If you dare." "Why would someone want to kill that kid?" "Well, she was with Richard Tanner the night he died." "Maybe the killer saw her as some kind of witness." "I'm checking out Tanner's place later on today." "Can you meet me there?" "Right." "You see, Jones." "You look at this, you'd think you're in some kind of rural paradise." "And how wrong you'd be." "It's all right, Robert." "You can smoke." "I don't suppose there'll ever be another race, not now." "Because Little Worthy will never be the same." "And you looked so pretty standing by the lake today." "Thank you, Robert." "Such a dreadful thing to happen." "Such a waste of a young life." "We get to an age where we hope to forget all the bad and the sad things of the past." "But the reality is that nothing ever goes away." "There's always new things to haunt us, to worry us." "I remember... one time that wasn't so sad." "Didn't last long, though, did it?" "Hello!" "Hello." "Mr Palfrey, um..." "I can't tell you how very sorry I am about Christa's death." "I have a daughter myself and I..." "I know this will be of...small consolation to you, but we are determined to find the person responsible for this." "When I first heard the news, I thought it was an accident." "That would have been bad enough to cope with." "But to learn that she'd been...murdered." "But why?" "!" "Who would want to kill her?" "She was four years old when my wife left us." "I've looked after her ever since." "Anne Marie." "My wife." "She went off with the rep from the brewery." "I could never understand why she'd do such a thing." "But... at least I have Bernice." "I couldn't have managed without her." "I advertised for... help here at the hotel." "She applied." "And I'm convinced that Christa was beginning to accept her at long last." "Mr Palfrey..." "Mr Palfrey...do you mind if I took a look at.." "Christa's room?" "It may help with our investigation." "Thank you." "Not exactly house-proud was Richard Tanner." "Hmm-mm!" "This man... and Christa." "There's got to be something else that links them." "Keep going back to the model village." "Why, why...?" "They were there together." "Yes..." "I somehow feel...there's more to that place." "Now why do I feel that?" "Sir." "Hmm?" "Now that's the sort of stuff you'd get at the craft shop, isn't it?" "Miss Tanner." "I, um..." "I decided it was time to come round and... straighten the place up." "The least I could do for my brother." "Miss Tanner..." "We realise this is the sort of stuff you use at your craft shop, but do you ever sell any of this on at all?" "Yes." "To Mike Johnson." "He needed to use the pegs on his boat." "They should have stopped that stupid race years ago." "Now look what's happened." "We were told you talked to the schoolteacher." "It... didn't sound like a very happy conversation." "Oh, that's because I can't stand the cow." "You made the trident for Mike Johnson." "Why were the points so sharp?" "That's how he wanted them." "Mr Moss!" "I have to remind you, sir, this is still a crime scene." "It's still out of bounds." "Sorry." "Old habits." "I'm used to making sure all's well before it gets dark." "Out you go." "Mr Moss, Bernice... from the hotel." "You a good friend of hers?" "Well, not really, no." "Only I saw the pair of you down by the lake today." "And she gave you more than a friendly peck on the cheek, didn't she?" "Hah!" "Ah, she's a daft young thing." "She'd kiss just about anyone if she was happy." "She's always like a kid at a party." "Mmm." "That...wasn't much of a party today, was it?" "No, it was not." "Er...just before you go, Mr Moss." "Your employers, the Compton sisters..." "It's a very impressive house they have, isn't it?" "Ohh, yes." "A fine old place." "It is." "I saw some...graves when I was over there." "You know..." "little graves." "Do they keep pets?" "No, no." "No, they got no time for animals." "Good night." "Edward." "Edward." "Edward." "There you are." "Edward, there's no need to be doing that." "They have to be done." "Yes, but not at this time of night." "Christa's room..." "I've decided I want it to be left exactly as it is, untouched." "As though she never went away." "And even after the funeral, I'd like it to stay like that." "As though she's still with us." "We owe it to her memory." "You still have me, Edward." "You must never forget that." "I won't." "We were meant to be together." "You asked for help, remember?" "And I came here to you." "That was fate." "I was meant to be with you always." "Forever and ever." "I'm going up, Tom." "All right, love." "I won't be long." "I don't suppose the people of Little Worthy will ever get over this." "Oooh-ooh." "What's this?" "Are you starting your second childhood?" "Mmmm." "Oh, hi." "Bernice." "Look, um..." "I just want to say that I'm really sorry about Christa." "I just wish, you know, there was something I could have done, some way I could have saved her." "Oh, no." "Not again." "I've got to go." "Mr Johnson." "Another quick word." "Inside." "So what have I done this time?" "It's about the trident you had made, sir." "That was just a bit of a laugh." "Bit of a laugh, was it?" "That thing was lethal." "It was used to kill someone." "How was I supposed to know that?" "Why was it so sharp?" "Because that's the way they're made." "No, sir, that's the way you wanted it made." "Well..." "I thought it might come in handy for some...you know, sort of future use." "Doing what?" "I don't know." "Um..." "Picking up litter." "Mr Johnson." "You were given some of these by Jackie Tanner, were you not?" "That's right." "I used them to secure the boat." "Do you ever go...to the model village at night?" "Me?" "No!" "I wouldn't go there during broad daylight." "Because some of these were found with the body of Richard Tanner." "Well...maybe they went missing." "From where?" "The craft shop, maybe." "I don't know." "My garage." "All right, Mr Johnson." "What I said previously still applies." "Do not leave the village any time soon." "Thank you." "Mrs Johnson." "Fantastic." "All I was doing was having a bit of fun on the lake, and now I'm under house arrest." "Yeah, you're always having a 'bit of fun', Mike." "That's the problem." "Now, it's my turn." "Thank you." "Inspector." "I wasn't sure who suggested Gulliver's Travels for our theme painting week." "I was right." "It was Edward Palfrey." "Ah." "Mr Palfrey." "I'm sorry to bother you again, but there's something I forgot to ask you." "When I saw you yesterday at the lake, you were leaving before the race had finished." "That's right." "Someone had to look after the hotel." "Why are you asking me this?" "Well, I have to ask the same question of everyone who was at the race, you know." "And I would also like to ask you about the nursery school." "The what?" "The nursery school, and the choice of Gulliver's Travels as a painting theme." "Oh, I thought of that, Mr Barnaby." "It's one of my favourite books." "And I suggested it to Edward, didn't I?" "And he told Rebecca." "Look what I've found." "Aren't they beautiful?" "And this is so realistic." "I thought they'd help us to remember dear Christa." "Thank you." "Just...as a matter of interest, Mr Palfrey?" "How long has it been since..." "Bernice answered your ad?" "Ah...just over four years." "She must be a godsend to you." "Where was she before?" "The other side of Causton." "A little village called Goodman's Land." "Did she do similar work over there?" "No, she was adopted, you know." "And she was looking after her adoptive mother until she died." "This was the first job she applied for." "Hmm." "Excuse me." "Barnaby." "Jones." "Her sister found her." "Said she saw Moss running out of here so she came to see what was going on." "Where is she now?" "In the house." "Stephens, get over there." "Stay with her." "Yes, sir." "Bernice." "Bernice." "Bernice!" "Bernice!" "You better stay where you are." "I killed her..." "I might just as well kill you!" "And Christa?" "And Richard Tanner, did you kill them too?" "Mr Moss, you're under arrest." "You do not have to say anything - No, no." "He didn't do it." "What?" "Did you, Mr Moss?" "This is not going to work." "Now, Mr Moss, you're going to take a little walk with us." "Bernice!" "Did you...create this burial ground, sir?" "Hmm?" "And the Compton sisters didn't mind?" "Hilary let me do it, but not Harriet." "She was against it." "But it's not a pet cemetery, is it?" "You've more or less told us that." "I'd say it's the last resting place of some of those...miniature figures of yours." "Am I right?" "Yeah." "Surely no-one in his right mind makes a cemetery for toys?" "Oh, yes." "A father with a daughter might." "A daughter who shares his love for... the little village and the little people in it." "A child, who remains a child, even after all these years." "What happened to her when she was born?" "Was she taken into care?" "And after that, what, adopted?" "Yes." "But when she was a grown woman, you managed to make contact with her." "Didn't you?" "Brought her back to Little Worthy, fixed her up with a job." "And I'm sure you told her not to let anyone know that you were her father, didn't you?" "But what about her mother, Bob?" "Did you tell her who she was?" "No." "I'd been married less than a year when my husband died." "And I truly believed that my marriage vows were promises made to God." "I succumbed to sin." "Just the once." "With..." "Robert Moss." "Did your sister know about this?" "She never allowed me to forget it." "Over the years, I always wondered about...my baby daughter." "What became of her." "Miss Compton..." "Those...gravestones... out in the garden." "Who used to look after those?" "Robert, of course." "Why?" "It was just his way." "Sometimes he used to see them as real people." "For some reason..." "Harriet always HATED those graves." "Did she know something I didn't?" "Oh, Harriet!" "I hope you're at peace now." "Sir." "Miss Compton." "I think you should have a word with Robert Moss." "Thank you for notifying us, Mr Palfrey." "It's not an easy thing for you to do." "She hasn't taken anything with her." "What's this?" "It's for things she collects." "Um..." "I'd say that's from the gift shop." "Tea rooms." "Wherever she is, Mr Barnaby, she's alone." "And frightened." "And I don't want any harm to come to her." "No." "Don't you worry, Mr Palfrey." "I know where to find her." "All right if I join you, Bernice?" "What's the name of the pub?" "It's The Four Bells." "Mr Bones used to be the landlord." "I liked him." "Mr Bones." "What happened to him?" "Oh, he got old." "I saw his name...on a grave." "Do you know why I'm here, Bernice?" "The bodkin, the trident and the hammer." "I'm here because of what happened to Richard, to Christa, and to Harriet." "Do you want to talk to me about that?" "See, I think you should, Bernice, because... your father is quite prepared to take the blame for all those deaths." "And we can't have that." "Can we?" "Bernice, do you know who your real mother is?" "Yes." "She left me years ago." "It was Harriet." "He shouldn't be here." "He should be outside the church." "Well, maybe he went a-wandering." "Like...a certain policeman that was pushed through a letterbox." "I assume you were responsible for that?" "Let's get you back where you belong." "Bernice, what else do you know about your mother?" "She said my father couldn't work here any more." "She wanted to take all this away from him." "And you killed her because of that?" "No, she didn't like me putting flowers on the graves." "She smashed them." "So I smashed her." "That's better." "I saw some models like that in Christa's room." "I expect you did." "She stole them from me." "Mr Barnaby, you wouldn't believe some of the problems" "Edward and I had with that girl." "He was convinced things would improve." "But you knew differently." "Yes, well, something had to be done about it." "Come on!" "Ohhh!" "Move!" "Christa." "That girl was no good." "She was here with a man just as bad." "I saw them." "He had no respect for this place." "He used to abuse it." "So he had to be stopped." "Yes." "See you." "Call me tomorrow." "Anyway, he was much too big for his boots." "Especially here." "# There was a tree all in the wood" "# The prettiest tree you ever did see" "# The tree in the hole and the hole in the ground" "# And the green grass grows all around, all around" "# And the green grass grows all around" "# There was a tree all in the wood" "# The prettiest tree you ever did see" "# The tree in the hole and the hole in the ground" "# And the green grass grows all around, all around..." "Bernice." "Would it matter very much to you if I told you that Harriet Compton... was not your real mother." "Not now, no." "Too late to care." "Tell me about your life before you came here, in Goodman's Land." "There's not much to say." "# And the tree in the hole and the hole in the ground" "# And the green grass grows - Well, didn't they miss you when you decided to leave?" "There was only Mary." "Your adoptive mother?" "Yeah." "She didn't want me to go but she died just before I left." "What did she die of?" "Apparently she drank something that didn't agree with her." "# And the green grass grows all around, all around" "# And the green grass grows all around" "# Now on this tree there was a limb" "# The prettiest limb you ever did see" "# The limb on the tree and the tree in the hole" "# And the hole in the ground" "# And the green grass grows all around, all around" "# And the green grass grows all around #" "ITFC Subtitles"