16x03 - Wild Harvest

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WOMAN: Come on, Ferdy, get a wriggle on!

OK, that is three caprese
salads and one ginger scallops.

Yes, Chef.

Amy, let me look at those.

Service!

- Table Five says the lamb's underdone.
- Tell them they're wrong.

Ready to go!

That's for you, madam.

And also for you, sir.

Lovely, thanks.

Excuse me, sir.

Sir?

Where is my ravioli?

Roast duck and pomegranate
salads coming up.

(CHAMBER MUSIC PLAYS)

Amy, your father's here.

- Go and find out what he wants.
- Nope, too busy.

Check on, Chef.

OK. Three classic cocktails,
one herb chicken and a venison.

Yes, Chef.

Good evening, Martin. This
is an unexpected pleasure.

I'm afraid this table is reserved,

but I'll get another one
set up for you right away.

I thought I'd look in
and see how you're doing.

Very nicely, it seems.

Have you decided what you'd like to eat?

I have a hankering for truffles.

I'm afraid we don't have
truffles on the menu.

Really?

I'm surprised.

Olly here has a nose for them, you know.

Well, if you've no truffles, I'll be off.

Don't really fancy anything else.

This is for you.

- What is it?
- Business matter.

It'll come as a bit of a shock, I'm afraid.

Come on, Olly. Come on. Good boy.

Good boy. Come on.

(TWO g*nshots)

(MAN SCREAMS)

(DOG GROWLS)

(DOG SNARLS)

(MAN SCREAMS)

(RETCHES)

Nick.

Leave those and get up here.

Morels!

- Isn't that Martin Strickland's land?
- So?

Don't be such a wimp and come help me.

(HUMS)

Darling?

Mm?

Could you pass me that cushion?

Mm.

Thank you.

And the footstool.

What happened to "I'm not ill"?

Ah, so you were listening!

Fair enough, I will try to stop fussing.

Hey, boy, do you like your new bowl?

Apparently not.

He hardly ate anything yesterday, either.

(DOOR BELL)

Maybe he's ordered a takeaway.

There's a body in the woods
over at Midsomer Wyvern, sir.

Hello, Sykesy. How you doing, boy?

Hello, Charlie. How is
your lovely landlady?

Already at the crime scene.

You're up early. I thought
you were on maternity leave.

- My first day.
- You're meant to be taking it easy.

Yes, darling, of course.

Keep an eye on her, Sykes,
and eat your breakfast.

He's off his food.

See you.

(SARAH SIGHS, SYKES WHIMPERS)

Local farmer by the name
of Martin Strickland.

A woman who lives nearby
found the body tied to the tree

and called it in at : am.

At : , there was another call, anonymous,

from a phone box in Causton.

The victim's wallet and mobile
were still in his pockets.

I'll check his calls once
the phone's been processed.

Footprints, two different sets.

Look quite fresh.

See they make casts.
Initial thoughts, Kate?

He d*ed some time between midnight and am.

No sign of head injury.

I won't be able to say whether he's been
sh*t until I get him back on the slab.

But most of his chest and stomach are gone.

Not to get too technical about it,

I'd say he's been eaten by something.

Before or after death?

Before, unfortunately.

Maybe a big cat?

There are meant to be dozens
roaming wild all over the place.

Pumas, mostly.

Does your Book of Urban Myths also
say pumas are good at tying knots?

This is m*rder.

Sir!

RUTH: Come on, guys,
half an hour till service.

- Where's my crayfish?
- Five minutes, Chef.

Ferdy, how long for that lettuce?

You said be thorough.

Nick? It's split.

No, it's not.

Start again.

Shall I do the rillettes, Chef,
since Nick's gonna be behind?

Yes. Thank you, Amy.

Morning! It's your friendly local butcher,

with all the choicest
cuts and juiciest gossip.

Let's see what you've got.

Are you sure this beef's
been hung for long enough?

I strung it up myself, days ago.

It's not the Belted
Galloway I asked for, though.

Boss said he won't be able to
get his hands on any of that

until next week at the earliest.

If the Riverside Inn's got Galloway on
the menu before that, there'll be trouble.

Ruth, we wouldn't do
that to our best customer.

Sign here, please.

Ferdy!

Ta.

Get this meat in the chiller.

Did she believe you about the beef?

I can't keep this up much longer, Johnny.

Last time, I promise. Thanks, Stephanie.

You're a star.

(HORN BEEPS)

Over there, I think.

Yes?

Lizzy Thornfield?

Yes.

May we come in?

What were you doing out in the woods
so early this morning, Ms Thornfield?

Collecting firewood.

Before anyone was around to stop you?

You recognised Martin
Strickland straightaway.

How well did you know him?

Better than I wanted to.

You disliked him? Why?

Arrogant landowners aren't my type.

Did you hear anything unusual
in the woods last night?

There were some g*nshots.

Around midnight. I assumed it was poachers.

(NELSON SNIFFS)

Wild Oats and Ginseng.
Very good for your libido.

Do you want me to come with
you to see Mrs Strickland?

You stay here until Forensics are
ready to release the victim's phone.

I guess it only takes one
of us to break bad news.

Look what's just arrived.

Wild Harvest. Huh?

"This year's must-have book from
one of Britain's most exciting chefs.

Destined to become an instant classic."

Let me take a look.

I'm still not sure about the cover.

It's fabulous, hello, bestseller list.

It looks amazing.

Cool.

- I'm sure the author will be happy to sign them.
- Later.

Come on now, everyone, back to work!

Come on, there's service in ten minutes!

Tout de suite ! Come on, kids! Come on!

An animal att*ck?

That doesn't make sense.

We're still trying to
establish exactly what happened,

but I'm afraid there's not much
doubt that your husband was m*rder*d.

Do you have any idea what
he might have been doing

out in the woods so late at night?

I would say taking Olly for a walk,
but he brought him back about ten.

And then went out again?
Didn't that strike you as odd?

Not particularly.

We have problems with poachers.

And it's only a couple of nights
since the truffles were stolen.

Truffles?

About £ , worth, Martin
said. All dug up overnight.

Did he report it?

I assume so.

And this morning...

weren't you alarmed when you realised
your husband hadn't come home?

I didn't realise.

Although, come to think of
it, Olly was whining to go out.

Martin very often slept in the spare room.

We keep very different
hours, and he snores...

... used to snore.

Had Mr Strickland fallen
out with anyone lately?

Probably. He usually had.

There was something going on with
the restaurant people, I believe.

- Which restaurant would that be?
- Wyvern House.

Used to be the family
home, once upon a time.

We still own the freehold.

What was the dispute about?

I really don't know.

Do you have any children, Mrs Strickland?

No.

Martin does have a daughter
from his first marriage.

She works at Wyvern House, as it happens.

I suppose I really ought
to call the poor girl.

Well done, everybody. Really well done.

Nick?

The scallops for Table Two were
cooked for seconds too long.

Amy, you m*nled a perfectly
good partridge breast

and your creme anglaise was runny.

But generally, excellent work.

(PHONE RINGS) Sorry.

Camilla, what do you want?

What?

And let me know when you've
traced the number. Thanks.

(SIGHS) What's up, Charlie boy?

Martin Strickland's last phone call
was to an agricultural supplies company.

So? He's a farmer.

The call was placed at : at night.

What do you farm here?

Beef cattle, mostly.

And Martin ran some commercial
sh**t up in the woods...

pheasant, deer, wild
boar, that kind of thing.

Camilla, do you know where Martin
is? I've not seen him all morning.

Martin's dead, Jamie.

Oh, my God, that's terrible!

Sorry, sir, you are?

Jamie... Weston.

Jamie worked for Martin.

Well... for me now, I suppose.

(PHONE RINGS)

Excuse me.

Nelson?

'Sir, Strickland's phone lists his last
call as an agricultural supplies company.'

But it turns out the number actually
belongs to an Angela Linklater,

landlady of the village pub.

- Make mine a half.
- 'Sir.'

- Angela Linklater?
- That's me. Ooh!

Come to do a spot check on my
pumps and barrels, have you?

Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby,
Causton CID, this is DS Nelson.

Could you tell me the nature of the phone
call you received from Martin Strickland,

just after eleven o'clock last night?

Why do you want to know?

Because Mr Strickland was found
m*rder*d early this morning.

Oh, God!

No.

The phone call?

Erm...

he just rang to say good night.

Sorry.

I take it your relationship with
Mr Strickland was a close one?

Nothing serious.

But we'd been seeing
each other for a while.

Your number was stored in his
phone as "Agricultural Suppliers".

Was that to keep it hidden from his wife?

Shall we?

I didn't know he'd done
that. But I suppose so, yes.

When did you last see him?

Erm... he came in for a
drink last night around nine.

He wanted to spend the night,
but I was shattered, so I said no.

How often did he stay at yours?

A couple of times a week.

So surely Mrs Strickland
must have suspected something?

Of course she did.

She came in here a couple of months ago,

and told me to stay away from her husband,

or she'd be back with a shotgun.

What did you say?

I told her she needed to talk to her
husband before she started sh**ting people.

Do you know if she did?
Talk to her husband, that is?

I doubt it.

The last thing Camilla
wanted was a divorce.

I mean, where would she keep her horse?

Sorry.

Do you mind telling us your movements
last night, after Mr Strickland left?

I was in the bar until
eleven, then clearing up.

Martin called, I suppose,
hoping I'd changed my mind.

And then I went to bed.

You live on the premises? Alone?

With my son.

Was he at home last night?

Ferdy works at his father's
place, Wyvern House.

He doesn't usually get
back till gone midnight.

Wyvern House is Ruth
Cameron's restaurant, isn't it?

She's married to Johnny, my ex.

Don't worry, it's all very civilised.

Are we safe now, do you think?

Unless Martin shared
his plan with his wife.

But dreadful thing to happen, of course.

Though it couldn't have
happened to a nastier man. No.

Johnny?

If you know something
you're not telling me...

You'd better look at this.

He d*ed of multiple penetrating injuries,

but no sign of g*nsh*t or Kn*fe wounds.

The torso's a mess, bite
marks and saliva everywhere.

Nasty.

He'd ingested a hefty dose of Valerian,
as well as a fair bit of alcohol.

Valerian?

A natural sleeping remedy.

But here's the really strange part.

The torso was smeared with a
viscous substance before the att*ck.

I've sent samples off for testing,
but I am pretty sure it's truffle oil.

That's crazy.

They use pigs to hunt for truffles
on the continent, don't they?

Yes, they do.

You think Martin Strickland
was eaten by a pig?

Not a pig.

An ancient relative...

a wild boar.

Camilla Strickland said
there are some in the woods.

So Martin Strickland is
drugged and tied to a tree...

... possibly at gunpoint.

Then daubed with an oil the k*ller
knows will prove irresistible

to a large, omnivorous wild animal...

... and abandoned to his fate.

Hard to think of a more
horrible way to die.

Come in.

- Tea?
- No, thanks.

When did it happen?

Early hours of this
morning, the police think.

I called you as soon as I knew.

I'm very sorry, Amy.

He was very fond of you, you
know, in spite of everything.

Yes.

And of course, you'll
always be welcome here.

Oh, dear, you don't know, do you?

Know what?

Dad left everything to me.

Anything on this morning's anonymous call?

An adult male. (DISTORTED)
Probably holding his nose.

But I could've told you that. What's next?

A visit to the farm. The
cartridges we found in the wood.

What's the betting they
match one of their shotguns?

Head over and start the search
at Jamie Weston's cottage.

Take Phillips with you.

- I'll go and see...
- (WOMAN CRIES OUT)

- You two!
- (WOMAN YELLS)

(GRUNTS)

I'm sorry, Camilla. But you're
not going to find anything.

Are you Amy Strickland?

Yes, are you the police?

Why don't you go and have a chat
with Detective Sergeant Nelson?

Now, Mrs Strickland...

why don't you tell what's going on?

Why didn't you go and speak to your father
when he came into the restaurant last night?

I wish I had now, of
course. But I was busy.

Were you and he close?

Very, when I was a little girl.

And again when my mother d*ed.

Then he married Camilla.

And that put a strain on your relationship?

Yes.

But I think he was starting to realise
that she was only interested in his money.

Sorry, I probably shouldn't have said that.

Did you and Mr Strickland
never discuss his will?

No.

I trusted him to do the right thing.

(SCOFFS) Big mistake.

He always doted on that girl,
despite the way she treated us both.

They barely spoke for years,
except when Amy wanted some money.

But they'd been getting on better, lately?

And your relationship with your
husband? Any recent disagreements?

No. Or at least, no more than usual.

But you knew about his affair
with Angela Linklater, didn't you?

You should have told
me about that, you know.

I was trying to preserve a little dignity.

James Weston? We have a warrant
to search these premises.

Standard twelve-bore. Many
people round here got 'em.

When were they last fired?

Um... I went out Sunday, after rabbits.

Nothing seems to be missing.

If you say so.

I thought you said he was eaten, not sh*t?

Several shotgun cartridges
were found near the body.

Is there another key to this cupboard,
besides the one on your husband's key-ring?

I really have no idea.

Good book?

You don't catch me reading books
about meat in my free time, do you?

You know, I swear you
dream about food. (CHUCKLES)

What's wrong?

This.

She's stolen all my recipes, Steph.

Amy! We didn't expect you back today.

I didn't want to leave you in the lurch.

You're mad. I'd have taken the week off.

I'm sure.

Ferdy.

- You sure you don't want one, mate?
- Sure, thanks.

Rough day. I need to get back.

After what she's done to you? If you
won't quit, at least take the night off!

I can't, not with Amy gone.

Are you gonna be Ruth
Cameron's lapdog all your life?

Let the man make his own decisions.

Not until I can trust him
to make the right ones.

She's always been like this.

Another kid was nasty
to me in the playground,

my little sister would b*at 'em up.

He won't say anything to her
about it, I know he won't.

Hey, um... the police came.

They took the shotguns.

Where the hell have you been?

I didn't think you'd notice
whether I was here or not.

Since according to this...

I don't exist.

What's wrong?

Oh, nothing important.

Just the fact that most of the
recipes in here are actually mine.

Terrine of three wild
roots with juniper berries.

- I made that first.
- The juniper berries were my idea.

Blackberry dumplings with
lavender and rosewater ice.

"My beloved granny's recipe."

- I'm not your granny!
- You can't talk to Ruth like that.

Stay out of this, Amy.

Game pie with whisky jelly.

"I often make this at home, for
a relaxed lunch with friends."

You don't have any friends.

You have an inflated idea
of your own importance, Nick.

These are my recipes, Ruth.

Dishes I devised, worked on and
perfected, and you've stolen them from me!

I taught you everything you
know! And don't you forget it.

I have acknowledged your contribution.

"Grateful thanks to my husband Johnny
and my wonderful team at Wyvern House."

I'm overwhelmed.

How many books do you
think your name would sell?

How many people would come to
Wyvern House to eat Nick Iver's food?

There is only one star in this
kitchen, and it is me, not you!

And if you don't like it, you can get out!

(GASPS)

And don't come back!

Traitor!

Ferdy, get me a broom!

- No, no, don't touch it.
- Agh!

Agh! (WINCES) Agh.

- Let me see that.
- Get off me!

You can't let Nick get away with this.

I know you two go back a
long way, but he's dangerous.

That looks nasty.

Occupational hazard.

What do you want?

This is DCI Barnaby from
Causton CID, I'm DS Nelson.

We need to have a word.

BARNABY: Is your husband about, Ms Cameron?

I understand Mr Strickland
owned Wvyern House,

and you leased the building from him?

That's right.

And you've been here now... ?

Just over two years.

How was your relationship
with Mr Strickland?

The usual wrangles between landlord and
tenant about who was responsible for what.

But no major problems.

Do you really need me? Only we're
short-staffed in the kitchen.

If you wouldn't mind staying
for a few minutes, Ms Cameron.

(SIGHS)

I'm curious about the truffles that were
stolen from Martin Strickland's land.

What about them?

A gourmet restaurant that prides
itself on using local produce.

Did you consider buying them?

Martin did approach me, but
his prices were far too high.

Why did Mr Strickland come here last
night, then leave without eating?

He hadn't booked, and we were full.

He had a drink, we exchanged
pleasantries, and he left.

- Did you speak to him, Ms Cameron?
- No.

I'm not the kind of chef that spends half their
night in the dining-room, glad-handing guests.

- What time did you finish work yesterday?
- About half-twelve.

Were you the last person to leave?

Apart from Ruth and my dad. I
had to do all the clearing up.

- What did you do then?
- I went home,

played Zombie Cannibal
for a bit, and went to bed.

I haven't tried Zombie
Cannibal yet. Is it any good?

Did you know about your mother's
relationship with Martin Strickland, Ferdy?

Everybody knew.

- How did you feel about it?
- I thought it was pathetic.

- Why's that, then?
- They're both old.

You'll be their age one day, mate.

If I am, I won't carry on like that.

Like what?

Stopping other people from sleeping,
just to prove they can still get it on.

Did you feel that Martin was
trying to replace your dad?

He would never replace my dad.

I hated Martin.

Well, he might have a cushy
number working for his dad,

but Ferdy Linklater's got a fiery temper.

Have you let a suspect get under your skin?

You think he's a suspect?

Everyone's a suspect at this stage.

None of the women in Martin Strickland's
life seem to care very much that he's dead.

Check them all out.

And see what you can find in Strickland's
paperwork that relates to Wyvern House.

There's something Johnny
Linklater isn't telling us.

He's been sinking gin and
tonics like there's no tomorrow.

Yeah, I know, Stephanie, but
somebody's got to get him home.

OK. But I want him out
within the next half an hour.

Does the name Lizzy or Elizabeth
Thornfield ring any bells?

The sort of person who might have been
on a magazine cover, a long time ago?

There was a Beth Thornfield who was
a model... in the late ' s, maybe?

- I'm impressed you remember.
- I don't remember!

I taught a module on
British popular culture

in the s to the A-Level
history group last year.

So my childhood is history
now? How interesting.

(DOG WHINES)

I'll take you for a walk later.

He's been for three already today.

He's still not eaten anything, though,
even though I gave him his favourite.

- Maybe we should take him to the vet.
- (BARKS)

Here.

Take this.

Wild celery.

- Do you really do this every day?
- Always.

And you'll have to get used to it
now there's no Nick to come with me.

At this time in the morning?

Ah, sir.

I've been going through
Martin Strickland's stuff.

Two days before he d*ed, he had
a meeting in Causton with "NI".

Any idea who "NI" is?

My money's on the sous-chef
at Wyvern House, Nick Iver.

And another thing.

A mocked-up press release
for "New Wyvern House".

Proprietor: Martin Strickland.

- Back to the restaurant?
- Not yet.

First, we're going on a truffle hunt.

- Do you have a moment?
- Of course.

How are you feeling, Amy?

Do you need some time off after all?

No, the thing is...

my father left everything to me.

Really?

Well, congratulations, if
that doesn't seem too crass.

So I suppose that makes me your landlady.

But that's not what I wanted to talk about.

I'm going to have money
soon, quite a lot of it.

And I want to invest in Wyvern House.

I see.

I was thinking, we could
expand the business.

Run courses, develop a
merchandising arm, maybe?

The restaurant's wonderful, of
course, but it could be so much more!

It's a generous offer, certainly.

What would you want in return?

A partnership.

- Business and creative.
- The kitchen is Ruth's domain.

I know I have a lot to learn, but I
have ideas too, and I think together...

I'll talk to Ruth.

But we mustn't rush into
any important decisions.

I hope you both give
this some serious thought.

That there is where the
truffles were growing.

£ , worth, Mrs Strickland said?

So Martin claimed.

Which is madness, if you ask me.

I mean they're just mushrooms,
basically, aren't they?

What's that doing there?

Looks like a bat-box. But that's
funny, I never noticed that before.

Nelson?

How long have you worked
on the farm, Mr Weston?

Just over four years.

And how did you get on
with Martin Strickland?

Bit of a control freak, but he was OK,

as long as you didn't let him get to you.

Lizzy Thornfield didn't
like him much, did she?

No, well, er...

the pair of them, they had history.

What happened?

Her dog got caught in a trap
Martin had set for the foxes.

Poor thing had to be put down.

Course, Lizzy came round to the farm, called
Martin every name under the sun. Said...

Said what?

Nothing important.

She threatened revenge?

It were just talk.

It's a security camera.

Neat piles, Ferdy, so the cover shows well.

Not like that!

Do I have to do this?

Yes.

How many books do you think you can
sell at an event like this? Ten? ?

Every little helps.

Can I go now?

Yes, and start prepping the vegetables
for service. Amy will tell you what to do.

How's Amy coping with her promotion?

Temporary promotion. We'll see.

She's got to do everything
on her own today.

She er... she came to see me earlier.

She wants to invest in the restaurant...

... in return for a partnership...

business and creative.

Who does she think she is?

The jumped-up little madam!

I thought that would be your reaction.

Do ex-wives get a discount?

Angela.

I'm so sorry about Martin.

Yes, indeed.

Oh, hello.

Would you mind signing this for me, please?

How are you bearing up?

If there's anything I can do...

Oh, stop oozing sympathy, Johnny.

I liked Martin and it was a terrible
shock, but it's not going to break my heart.

Right.

That's the spirit.

(LAUGHS) What?

- I had some last week and they were lovely.
- Thank you.

Martin had a security
camera hidden in a tree.

You idiot! How did you not know?

OK.

Thank you.

Anything special you'd
like me to write inside?

"In loving memory of Max Thornfield."

Lizzy.

Quite the celebrity these
days, aren't you, Ruth?

What would all your admirers
think if they knew the truth?

There is nothing to know.

You k*lled my son.

I call that something.

Could I have a copy for my Dennis, please?

- Dennis?
- Yes, please.

BARNABY: Hi, everything OK?

Hello, darling. Yes,
taking it nice and easy.

You really don't need to ring
me quite so often. I'm fine.

Actually, I was calling to check on Sykes.

- Is he eating anything yet?
- Afraid not.

I took him to the vet's,
there's nothing physically wrong.

The vet says he seems to
think he might be depressed.

- Depressed?
- I know, I'm really worried about him.

Try not to worry. We'll work it out.

You got me thinking about Beth
Thornfield, so I looked her up.

She was a real glamour girl, mixed
with pop stars, lived the high life.

And then she gave it all up in
her s when she had a child.

Thank you for that.

Now stop whatever it is you're
really doing and put your feet up.

How did the book signing go?

It's done, thank goodness. I never
knew there were so many villagers.

Sold copies. I told
you it would be worth it.

So, Amy, are we on schedule?

Yeah, cold starters and puddings are
done, salads and dressings are prepped,

and the sauces are ready to go.

- How long for the soup?
- Five minutes.

Have you tasted it?

- Did you follow the recipe exactly?
- Yes. There shouldn't be a problem.

(CHOKES, SPOON CLATTERS TO FLOOR)

Amy?

(COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS) Amy?

Johnny!

JOHNNY: Somebody do something!

I'm sorry that you've been
kept waiting, everyone.

There's been an incident
in the kitchen, and um...

... I'm afraid you won't
be getting any lunch today.

(MURMURS OF DISAPPOINMENT)

Kitchens are really hazardous places.

One bite of a Death
Cap, and you're a goner.

Rhubarb leaves will k*ll you
too, even faster than foxgloves.

Is there any evidence that Amy Strickland
had eaten rhubarb leaves, or foxgloves?

No, but she tasted this
soup just before she d*ed.

Wild celery and mushroom.

Was it poison, Kate?

Obviously, I can't say for
sure, yet, but I think so.

That rictus grin, I've read about it
before. It's symptomatic of poisoning.

(PHONE RINGS)

(FERDY'S PHONE GAME BLEEPS)

Can't you answer that, for God's sake?

It'll just be another bloody journalist.

Oi! What are you doing?

Ms Cameron, please.

(PHONE RINGS)

Field mushrooms, Agaricus campestris.

They're quite similar to Amanita
virosa, the Destroying Angel,

but looking at these, there doesn't
seem to be anything wrong with them.

Of course there isn't. I
picked them myself yesterday.

Are you assuming it was one of us?

Not necessarily.

I understand the suppliers' entrance
is left unlocked during the day?

And the kitchen is always deserted
around : for staff lunch.

Did Amy prepare all the
ingredients for the soup herself?

No, Ferdy prepped for her.
At least, I told him to.

I just took the stuff from the chiller
room, where you said it would be.

Did the mushrooms all look the same to you?

Some of them weren't darker than
others, for instance, or bigger?

No, they all looked the same.

And the other ingredients?

I chopped some st*lks.

Wild celery.

I picked it myself this
morning from the riverbank.

Otherwise, onion and sweet potato
from the store, and chicken stock.

Would Amy have left the
pot unattended at any stage?

Probably. It doesn't need constant
watching, and we're so short-staffed.

I fired my sous-chef yesterday.

Nick Iver? Why did you do that?

Professional differences.

- Is this the wild celery that was left over?
- Yeah.

Let me take a look at that.

That's not the plant I picked this morning.

As I thought.

Oenanthe crocata.

Hemlock water dropwort.

"Perhaps the most poisonous
plant native to Great Britain.

The leaves smell characteristically
of celery or parsley.

The roots are the most
toxic part of the plant.

The roots are pale yellow and
composed of five or more fleshy tubers.

They are also known by the
name 'Dead Man's Fingers.'"

(GAME BLEEPS)

Ferdy.

Do you wanna tell me what these are?

- They're not mine.
- Oh, OK.

So when we test the bag, we
won't find your fingerprints?

Er... there's a website. With pictures.

And they tell you which ones are
poisonous and which ones... get you high.

I haven't hurt anyone.

Mrs Strickland?

I'm sorry, I'm just...

Why is someone targeting us like this?

That's what we're trying to find out.

Can you tell me where you
were this morning, please?

Out riding.

Did you meet anyone?

Jamie saw me leave and...
I met one or two people.

But no-one I knew.

Yesterday, when you found out about
the will, you were clearly very angry.

Now that Amy's dead, the entire
estate comes to you. Did you know that?

Yes. And what of it?

I haven't been to Wyvern House since
my wedding anniversary over a year ago.

I disliked my stepdaughter
and you're right,

I was absolutely furious about the will.

But that doesn't mean I k*lled Amy.

- Thanks, love.
- Cheers.

Er... what are you doing home
so early? Have you been sacked?

No.

Amy's dead, so they closed the restaurant.

- What do you mean, Amy's dead?
- As in not alive any more.

Ferdy!

Poisoned soup. I was there.

It was pretty horrible, actually.

- Hi. I'm looking for Stephanie Weston.
- She's in the back.

Can I go through?

Got any nice marrow bones? I know
a dog who'd really appreciate one.

I'm DS Nelson. I was looking for Nick Iver.

Maybe he's still in the flat. I
haven't seen him since this morning.

What time was that?

Just after eight. He was still asleep.

He had quite a lot to drink last night.

My brother and I had to
fetch him home from the pub.

(CHOPS) Upset at being fired, was he?

He's worked for Ruth
since he was a teenager.

What time did he get home the
night before last, do you remember?

About , as usual. Maybe a bit earlier.

And where is your flat?

I'll show you.

I can't believe Amy's dead.

I mean, was it something
to do with her dad?

We don't know yet.

The night Martin Strickland d*ed,

Stephanie thinks you got home from
the restaurant about . Is that right?

(KETTLE WHISTLING)

- Nick?
- Yeah, that's right.

And you say you haven't
been out at all today?

No.

Were you and Amy friends?

Not really.

Amy didn't like taking orders
from Ruth, let alone me.

But when you work in a kitchen with
somebody, you have to get along.

Amy would have been looking
to move up into your job?

I'm sure she was, but she'd
have been disappointed.

She wasn't ready to be a
sous-chef. Ruth knew that.

- Is Ruth OK?
- Huh...

You're concerned about her feelings,
even though she just sacked you?

Me and Ruth go back a long way.

She didn't just give me a job, she took
me in when I was having a really bad time.

And whatever she's done since, I owe her.

Midsomer Wyvern must feel
like the back of beyond.

It's a long way from Hackney.

Two days before he d*ed,

Martin Strickland was due to meet someone
with the initials "NI" at a cafe in Causton.

Would that have been you?

Hello.

I had to get out for a
bit. You don't mind, do you?

Of course not. Can I get you
anything? A pint of whisky?

With an orange juice on the side.

It's awful, Angie. I
saw that poor girl die.

I'm sorry.

The police can't think you
had anything to do with it?

Who knows what they think? And
there's other stuff going on.

- What do you mean?
- I shouldn't come moaning to you.

I don't mind.

It turns out running a restaurant is harder
than I thought, and a lot more expensive.

And now this.

You don't seriously think
you'll have to close?

It's possible.

And if that happens... I
think Ruth will leave me.

Still, got to keep soldiering on.

Detective Sergeant Nelson called earlier.

Has Ferdy told you about
the magic mushrooms?

I thought hemlock acted slowly.

Didn't Socrates converse
with his executioners

as the poison paralysed
his body from the feet up?

That was poison hemlock, different family.

Hemlock water dropwort is an umbellifer.

It contains high levels of oenanthotoxin,
which acts on the central nervous system,

causing seizures and respiratory failure.

Easy to find in the wild?

It likes damp environments,
meadows, riverbanks.

I've asked for an environmental report,

but I'd be surprised if none were found growing
within a five-mile radius of Midsomer Wyvern.

Nick Iver would have had plenty of time to nip
into the larder while everyone was at lunch.

But his girlfriend's given him an
alibi for the night of Martin's m*rder.

- Who's the girlfriend?
- A butcher called Stephanie Weston.

Jamie Weston's sister.

I hope you got something nice
for supper after interviewing her.

- Lamb cutlets. I thought we could do with...
- (CLEARS THROAT)

Fascinating though your
domestic arrangements are,

what did you find out about Nick
Iver's meeting with Martin Strickland?

Nick says Martin offered him the top
spot at Wyvern House, but he said no.

Which we can't prove or disprove,
now that Strickland's dead.

It would be unusual, though,

to m*rder someone because
they offered you a job?

What are you doing, love?

Nothing. When are we gonna reopen, Johnny?

If I can't cook, I am gonna go mad.

(SIGHS)

(LAUGHS) Where did you
get that? A dinosaur pit?

- It's a gift from Nelson.
- Oh, well, that was kind of him.

I've been doing some research

and I think that Sykes is exhibiting classic
signs of anxiety in the face of family change.

Well, we can't exactly
turn back now, can we?

We'll just have to show him that he is
still a valued member of this family.

(WHINES)

- Ooh. Is that the new one?
- Mm.

Any good?

Excellent, as long as you've got five hours
a day to devote to cooking your dinner.

Oh, God, is this the fatal recipe?

Mm.

"Wild celery and mushroom soup
is one of my signature dishes.

Even when the kitchen is busy and I have
a hundred and one other things to do,

I always try to make this one myself."

Well, lucky for her she
didn't make it today.

Oh, I think you're right. The
poison wasn't meant for Amy.

It was Ruth Cameron
that was supposed to die!

If you're right about Ruth being the
intended victim, the k*ller's gonna try again.

That's what I'm afraid of.

We should start by finding
out what the connection is

between Ruth and Martin Strickland.

The obvious one is the restaurant,
but there might be others.

Also we need to know whether Wyvern
House is in financial trouble.

Check everything.

I'll get on it.

Is this Strickland's laptop
you're trying to get into?

The CCTV footage must be in here.

Isn't it time you handed
it over to the tech guys?

They'll take forever. I'll get there.

(BLEEP)

I'm in!

Erm... The truffles were stolen on
the night of the th, weren't they?

That's right.

A-ha.

Strickland's been here
before. And our thief is...

Phillips, you come with us.
The rest of you stay here, yeah?

BARNABY: And a hidden
camera... in the woods.

We've been having cash flow problems,
suppliers were pressing for payment.

When I found out about the truffles,

well, it seemed too good
an opportunity to pass up.

It was sheer stupidity, I see that now.

It was theft, Mr Linklater.

Yes.

It's always struck me as odd that Mr
Strickland didn't report the crime.

Was that out of the goodness of his heart?

(SCOFFS) He was blackmailing me.

Threatening to expose me, unless I broke the
lease and let him take over the restaurant.

With Nick Iver in charge in the kitchen?

How much does Ms Cameron
know about all this?

She knows there's a problem about the lease,
but she doesn't know about the truffles.

Hm. (CLEARS THROAT)

You and Ms Cameron married,
what, three years ago?

How long had you known each other then?

months or so.

And when did your first marriage break up?

Long before. Eight years? My fault.

When I left the army, I
started drinking too much.

And now?

I haven't touched a drop
in more than four years.

Is this a second marriage
for Ms Cameron, too?

No. Married to the job, until she met me.

The scarring on your wife's
um... left arm. How did she get that?

Car crash, years ago.
Drunken boyfriend at the wheel.

He d*ed. Ruth was lucky to get out alive.

Ms Cameron is vital to the
success of Wyvern House, isn't she?

Without her, there'd be no
restaurant. It's as simple as that.

There's a large insurance
policy on her life, presumably?

Sergeant Nelson, I'd like you to arrest Mr
Linklater and take him down to the station.

Charge him with theft and
get a statement from him.

I am calling a lawyer. Who told
you that Johnny took the truffles?

It's rubbish! Someone is out
to hurt the restaurant. Hurt me!

No-one told us your husband took the
truffles, Ms Cameron. We have hard evidence.

But I'm afraid you're right.
Someone is trying to hurt you.

BARNABY: Fatal car crash. About
. Teenage driver. Thanks.

Oh, it's all right, I'm on hold.

National Archives. Has
Johnny been processed?

And sent home, tail between his legs.

I want you to look into his army career,

and find out everything
you can about Nick Iver.

He's from Hackney. I've
got a mate stationed there.

If Nick is as fond of Ruth as he claims,

why was he even talking to Strickland?

Oh, hello. Yes, thank you.

That's very helpful.

Could you give me the exact
date and place of death, please?

(CHOPPING)

I have an idea. A new variation
of watercress mousseline.

I can't quite get the consistency
right. I think I have to reduce the...

- Ruth, stop it!
- Stop what?

- Jabbering on about watercress mousse wh...
- Mousseline, not mousse.

For God's sake! We might
be about to lose everything.

And whose fault is that?

Mine, I know.

And I can't tell you how sorry
I am. But you're not helping.

You're a thief.

I'm not a thief.

I stole Strickland's bloody
truffles, because I was desperate.

The Laithams' bill was overdue,
and I did a deal with them.

You run your side of things so brilliantly,
never falter, never ask for help.

I didn't want to admit
what a fool I'd been.

So you're a coward too.

If we lose Wyvern House
because of you, Johnny...

(SOBS)

(GARDEN GATE SQUEAKS)

Good morning, Ms Thornfield.

I'd like to talk to you about Valerian.

Oh. Having trouble sleeping, Inspector?

If I were, could you sell me some?

- Valerian tea, yes.
- Have you sold any recently?

Not for some weeks.

And I'd remember, because I have to tell
people not to prepare it with boiling water.

Are there any other
local sources of supply?

Most health food shops sell capsules, and
the herb itself is easy enough to grow.

Is there something else... I
can help you with, gentlemen?

That first morning when you told us
Martin Strickland wasn't your type.

I'm wondering why you didn't
tell us about your dog?

A man was dead.

Fond as I was of Bailey,

it hardly seemed to be the right
moment to be talking about him.

But you understand my concern.

You're suggesting that I k*lled a man because
his actions led to the death of my dog?

Oh!

Do you think I'm insane?

And I didn't even know Amy Strickland.

But you know Ruth Cameron.

What of it? It's not Ruth who's dead.

Perhaps it was meant to be.

I see.

How much do you know...
about what happened to my son?

Max was k*lled years ago, when
the car he was driving crashed.

There was a high level
of alcohol in his blood.

Ruth Cameron was in the passenger
seat, and escaped with...

comparatively minor injuries.

That's the official version.

But I believe that Ruth was driving.

I agree.

Why?

When the car hit the tree, the impact
was on the left, the passenger side.

It doesn't make sense that the driver d*ed,

but the only damage to the
passenger was an injured left arm.

It was Ruth's car, you
know. A little convertible.

She wouldn't let anyone else drive, ever.

Max hadn't even passed his test.

You think she pulled Max over to
the driving seat after the accident,

even though her arm was badly injured?

If Ruth had been drinking as well,
she would have been desperate.

You said nothing to the police at the time?

I was the dead boy's
mother. They didn't... they...

they wouldn't take me seriously.

Will you try to reopen the case?

Ruining Ruth's life won't bring Max back.

They tell you time is a great
healer, but... that's a lie.

When you lose someone you
love, really, truly love...

... the pain never goes away.

We all set for tonight?

Yes, but we need to be very careful.

- Why were the charges dropped?
- This is DCI Barnaby, Causton CID.

OK... I'm chasing a ballistics report.

Right. Request number MC ...

- OK. And when did this happen?
- Could you call me back, please?

- Or better still, send me the report.
- OK, mate. Thanks. I owe you.

Sir. We need to re-interview
one of our suspects.

Nick Iver was arrested when
he was . Over a stabbing.

- Thank you for coming in, Mr Iver.
- Did I have a choice?

For the moment, yeah. Take a seat.

Yesterday, you told Sergeant Nelson e

that you'd quarrelled with
Ruth Cameron over her book.

You threw a jug at her and,

not entirely unreasonably, she sacked you.

That's right.

There was more to it
than that, wasn't there?

You had been talking to Martin Strickland
about taking over the restaurant.

Ruth never mentioned that.

Anyway, I told you, I turned him down.

Can we go back to the recipes for a moment?

Quite a lot of them have little personal
stories attached, about what they mean to Ruth.

Did she make those up? Most of them, yeah.

So when she says she always tries to make
the wild celery and mushroom soup herself...

Is that a lie?

No. That bit's true.

You were very angry with
Ruth Cameron, weren't you?

Of course I was, but what's
this got to do with... ?

Oh, God. You think I tried to poison Ruth?

Did you?

No. I adore Ruth.

And I'm not a k*ller.

But that's only a matter
of luck, isn't it, Mr Iver?

If that Kn*fe had gone
just a fraction deeper,

your stepfather would be dead.

I was .

My stepfather never
liked me and I hated him.

And one day he was going on and on,
telling me only sissies liked cooking,

calling me terrible names, and
I lost it and I went for him.

Unfortunately, I had a kitchen
Kn*fe in my hand at the time.

The charges were dropped after
your stepfather changed his story.

Why did he do that?

My mother persuaded him
to say it was an accident.

He agreed, as long as I
cleared out and never came back.

Does Ruth know about this? Does Stephanie?

No.

How did Martin Strickland find out?

He had a private investigator check
me out before he approached me.

"A routine business precaution", he said.

Was he threatening to tell people
the true story if you didn't?

Yes.

A motive for m*rder, wouldn't you say?

Yeah, and he'd have deserved it.

But I didn't k*ll him or Amy.

And I'd never hurt Ruth.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

Calm down. I can't
understand what you're saying.

Wait there. I'm coming.

You don't think Nick did it, then?

Nick Iver has a motive for both killings,

but his girlfriend's given
him an alibi for the first one,

and we have no concrete evidence
against him in either case.

And it doesn't fit. I mean, he
clearly has a violent temper,

but these were carefully
planned, cold-blooded murders.

Very different from throwing a jug,

or even stabbing someone
in the heat of the moment.

Not that I'm saying it's OK to throw
things at your boss, you understand.

Not even this?

I played with the
recording. Remember this?

(DISOTORTED) There's a dead body in
the woods on the Strickland land...

Listen.

(CLEAR) There's a dead body in
the woods on the Strickland land

about yards from the old cottage.

- Jamie Weston!
- Sounds like him, doesn't it?

Ah, good work, Nelson.

I suggest you go and see
what he has to say about it.

And... ask him why Ballistics think
that three of the shotgun cartridges

found in the vicinity of Martin
Strickland's body came from one of his g*ns.

- What's the betting he wears a size ten shoe?
- Mm.

But who does the size seven
belong to? That's the question.

Honestly, Johnny. She's probably
just gone for a walk or something.

She was in the kitchen,
cooking, experimenting.

And now she's just abandoned everything.

(SIGHS) We'd had a row.

(SCOFFS) You and I used
to row all the time.

- You've tried calling her?
- Straight to voicemail.

Oh. Well, I think you're panicking.

Why don't you go and make us a cup of tea?

All right.

Lizzy?

Please?

You deserve to know the truth.

I know the truth.

I... I... came to say I'm sorry.

Please go.

I loved him too, Lizzy.

(DOOR OPENS AND SLAMS SHUT)

(SIGHS)

Funny the way things turn out, isn't it?

I never thought you'd come
back to Midsomer Wyvern,

and here we are, having a cup of tea
together like an old married couple.

I must go.

Ruth will be back.

Just remember, you've got
a lot of grovelling to do.

I'd suggest flowers.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(MOOING AND BELLOWING)

- I'm sorry.
- What for?

For being so vile to you.

You'd just had the worst
few hours of your life,

and I was prattling on about mousseline.

It's what I do. I bury myself in my work,

so I don't have to deal with life.

- That's not true.
- It is.

Or it was. Until I met you, I didn't
have a life outside the kitchen.

I love you, Johnny. And I
don't care what you've done.

Well, as long as you
haven't m*rder*d anyone.

I haven't. I promise.

(CHUCKLES)

All right?

- Is that the lot?
- Just one more.

(HE KEYS IN NUMBER)

Sir, Jamie Weston's
offloading gear at the pub.

With a possible wellie size seven.

Stay where you are, I'll meet
you there in half an hour.

Is this a good sign?

You know I said Sykes was
displaying classic signs of anxiety?

Yes.

Apparently children can
also behave the same way

in the build-up to a new baby.

They actually want to play the parent role.

So, I er, bought him a present.

Sykes?

(TOY SQUEAKS) Hm.

That is completely bonkers.
But it seems to have worked.

What time do you want to eat?

Later, if it's OK with you. I'm
going to the pub with Nelson.

Oh, right. That's how it's
gonna be from now on, is it?

I stay here with the dog and the baby
whilst you go boozing with your mates?

No. Sykes is welcome to come to
the pub with me whenever he wants.

(LAUGHTER AND LIVELY CHATTER FROM INSIDE)

(RATTLING)

Uh-uh.

Feeling fit?

Evening.

- There you go, Frank. Cheap at twice the price!
- (LIVELY CHATTER)

Next up, a beautiful saddle of venison.

Now, who'll start me off at
£ for a lovely bit... of Bambi?

- £ . .
- Oh, Ted! Shut up!

Don't take the mick, Ted.

£ . Thank you.

Glad somebody knows prime
meat when she sees it.

. .

Any advance on ?

- Going once, going twice...
- Not going anywhere at all.

So you were poaching for deer
and just fell across a body?

And then we fired at the boar, but we
were both so shaken, we didn't hit it.

Just... scared it away.

Why didn't you report
finding the body immediately,

instead of waiting till the morning?

The poor bugger was beyond
help, any fool could see that.

We just needed some time to calm down,
and decide what to do for the best.

You should have come
forward and told us this!

- We don't hang poachers any more!
- We'd both have lost our jobs, though.

And Amy Strickland might still be alive.

You'll be prosecuted over the
poaching and tonight's illegal auction.

You can think yourselves lucky
if you're not facing charges

of withholding evidence
in a m*rder enquiry.

Right, you can go. Not you, Ms Weston.

You told me that on the night
of Martin Strickland's m*rder,

Nick Iver was home from work by .

But you don't know where he was. You
were out in the woods with your brother.

I couldn't tell you that though,
could I? And I know Nick didn't do it.

- (CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS)
- After a day like this, I need a gin.

Dammit, I'm gonna have one too.

Johnny, no!

No!

Ms Linklater!

- All done?
- Not quite.

You realise that in allowing your premises
to be used for the sale of stolen property,

you have committed a criminal offence?

What harm was it doing anyone?

You'll be hearing from us
in due course, about tonight.

Suit yourself, Mr Barnaby.

Good night.

(TOILET FLUSHES)

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

- You OK?
- Hm.

(EXHALES) I need some air.

- Come on!
- What?

- Do you fancy a dance?
- Ruth.

Come on, let's go to the
garden. Come on, I'll race you!

(SQUEALS) Come on!

(LAUGHTER AND WHOOPING)

(THEY CONTINUE LAUGHING AND WHOOPING)

(CHATTER)

(JOHNNY HUMS TUNE TO THE BLUE DANUBE WALTZ)

(RUTH LAUGHS)

(BOTH HUM THE TUNE)

Ruth?

Urgh!

Sloe gin.

The residue in the glass that they found
looks like the liquid in the bottle.

Johnny was supposed to be on the wagon.

Must have slipped off last night.

Dust for prints, though I doubt we'll
find anything that shouldn't be here.

The bottle could have been
switched or tampered with days ago.

Weeks, even.

No, no. After Amy was k*lled, I came in
here to fetch Ruth to look at the mushrooms

and she had a drink in her hand.

It was the same colour as
this. I saw her take a swig.

That's something.

- 'And when did your first marriage break up?
- JOHNNY: Long before. Married to the job.

CAMILLA: 'Martin often
slept in the spare room.

- We keep very different hours.
- NICK: I adore Ruth.

ANGELA: Don't worry.
It's all very civilised.'

Oh...

LIZZY: 'They tell you that time
is a great healer, but it's a lie!'

- Oh, yes.
- What?

Something Lizzy Thornfield said.

Hello.

Gin and tonic, please.

I can do you one of these?

This is a pub, isn't it?
I want a proper drink.

(DOOR OPENS)

You again?

- What do you want?
- Tell us what the poison was, Nick.

- Can you two leave now, please?
- What poison?

The one you used last night on
Ruth Cameron and Johnny Linklater.

- Not Johnny!
- What are you talking about?

Johnny's still alive, just, but we
need to know what the poison was.

- I don't understand!
- Please. While there's time to give an antidote.

- No. You've got it wrong.
- We know your alibi for the night

of Martin Strickland's death was false.

Stephanie said you were at home with
her, but she was out in the woods.

- I never asked her to lie for me.
- Amy's death was a mistake, we know that.

And you didn't mean for Johnny to
die either. So help us to save him.

I would if I could. But I
don't know what the poison was!

Nick Iver, you'll be taken
to Causton Police Station,

where you'll be charged with the
murders of Martin Strickland, Amy...

It was belladonna.

Deadly nightshade. In the gin.

Phone the hospital.
You've got to tell them.

It wasn't meant for Johnny, was it?

I know you could never hurt Johnny.

Because you k*lled Martin to protect him.

Was Martin already unconscious from the
Valerian before you tied him to the tree?

No. He thought it was a game.

He was going to destroy Johnny.

He actually boasted to me about
it. He thought I'd be pleased!

(GRUNTING AND SNARLING)

(MARTIN SCREAMS)

- Martin didn't understand, did he?
- You have to phone the hospital. Tell them!

You still loved Johnny, all
these years after he left you.

He didn't leave me. Ruth stole him!

No, she didn't. You and Dad
split up years before he met Ruth.

It wasn't her fault. And what about Amy?

Stay out of this!

You know nothing about love, and
I don't suppose you ever will.

I had nothing against Amy.

She just got in the way.

JOHNNY: And the kitchen's always
deserted around : for staff lunch.

- RUTH: You did follow the recipe exactly?
- AMY: Yes!

(CHOKES)

Amy?

She was years old, and she's dead!

So you tried again.

This time, you thought you'd
make certain of your target

by poisoning Ruth's bottle of sloe gin.

But you didn't know that that night
Johnny would start drinking again.

You have to save him! Why
aren't you phoning the hospital?

Would you have k*lled Johnny too, I wonder?

When you realised he
didn't love you any more?

He does love me!

We would have been happy!

He's already dead, isn't he?

You tricked me!

Dad! I don't understand.

Lizzy Thornfield found us last night,

and knew it was deadly
nightshade from the smell.

She saved our lives. I'm sorry we
couldn't tell you earlier, Ferdy.

Thank you, Nick. That can't
have been easy for you.

What was it Lizzy said
that made you realise?

"When you lose someone you truly
love, the pain never goes away."

Now, we thought this case was
about money or anger or revenge.

But it was about something
much more dangerous.

Love.

Kate got the report back on
Ferdy's magic mushrooms, by the way.

They weren't the hallucinogenic kind.

He could smoke them, eat them on
toast, cook them in an omelette...

... they'd have had no effect.

Not so magic after all, then.