19x05 - Death by Persuasion

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- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Good morning.

John?

John!

I'm going.

Hello!

Excuse me.

Morning, sir. There's been a, um...

Hey. What have you got there?

TV.

You'll have to excuse Sarah.

The creative juices are flowing.

Jamie, hi. I'm sorry. I can't stop.

I want to get this chapter
finished before work.

Everyone has a novel in them.

Apparently, Sarah's is pouring out.

Yes, well, whether it's any
good or not is another matter.

I'm sure it will be. Is it chick lit?

No! Well...

Not really.

It's a historical romance,
set in Georgian times.

Shall we?

Bye, Betty.

Hello, you.

Press another button.

Heading outside, Ronin.

First up, Pat Hammond,
Vale cottage, Windsor Lane.

Nice one, Mary. How are you coping?

Well, you know, as well as can be expected

when your boss and your receptionist

have both taken time off
in lieu simultaneously.

OK. Got visual.

Nice one.

Load her up.

Once you've mastered drone delivery,

I shall have to introduce you to...

.. classical music.

Or I could do you a playlist.

You always say, "Embrace the modern."

There are exceptions.

Healthcare by air.

Back to you. Fast and furious.

You bet.

Victim -- female, stabbed in
the middle of the countryside,

found by a visiting rambler, apparently.

- That it? No name?
- No.

What the hell is that?

It looked like a drone, but
eyes on the road, please, Winter.

Interesting choice of clothing.

DCI Barnaby, DS Winter.

Petra Antonescu.

I'd shake hands, but...

- m*rder w*apon?
- Seemingly.

The pen is mightier than the sword.

Cause of death may be
stabbing to the neck.

Possible puncture of the carotid artery.

Can't be sure yet. This
is no way to k*ll someone.

If I s*ab someone, I s*ab
them with a Kn*fe or a sword.

Do you often... s*ab people?

- Do you mind?
- [ Right.

- Time of death?
- In the last two hours.

Uniform are searching the area

but so far, no ID, no
phone, no wallet, nothing.

So, what's with the fancy dress?

Early s. Georgian.

And they teach that in pathology school?

I watch a lot of Jane Austen films.

I'm more of an action man, myself.

There is this, also.

"Meet me. I'll tell you everything
you need to know about... her."

What's through there?

Thanks.

Maybe she was meeting someone here.

Winter?

So, we've got a dead woman from the s

who might have been on her way
to meet a st-century druggie?

- Hmm.
- Where do we go from here?

There.

A repast out of doors -- so invigorating.

Appeals to both eye and palate.

- What one might call a movable feast?
- Yes. That's very good, James.

Doctor Franks! I thought we'd lost you.

Just getting some air.

Perhaps you were
practising your quadrille.

I'm very much looking forward
to it at tomorrow's dance.

Actually, I'm not a great lover of dances.

Not a great lover? That's disappointing.

You've just shrunk in my estimation.

Right, you lot.

Grub up. I'm taking five. I'm so done!

James?

What do you think you're up to, Pol?

Not now, Dad, OK?

Yes, now.

Polly, we've been through
this a million times.

- Bonnet on, legs
crossed. Manners. - No!

Forget it.

This lot might buy this posh nonsense,

but I've just lugged the contents
of the supermarket up a hill

in shoes that would down a ballerina.

Listen, love. Think of your mum.

We're trying to re-create a world here.

And, besides, we're paying you.

- Katherine?
- Walter.

Kitty, please.

Katherine... Got visitors.

Well, who are they?

J...

Um...

Vehicles aren't allowed here.

They are now.

- You are?
- James Oswood.

Are you missing anyone
from your group, Mr Oswood?

A young woman, in her s.

Samantha Berry, yes. Why?

I'm sorry to have to tell
you, she's been m*rder*d.

Samantha Berry wasn't local.

She lived in a flat―share in East London.

A long way from home. Next of kin?

Mother, Rachel. We're
trying to track her down.

No trace yet of father or siblings.

And the good news?

Her flatmate's sending
a recent photograph.

Miss Berry was an Oxford
graduate, apparently.

Single and a journalist.

A journalist k*lled with a pen?

According to her employer, she
wasn't covering the event for them.

Could be a secret passion, I suppose.

When did you last seen Miss Berry?

: , at breakfast.

We believe she was on her way to
meet somebody when she was k*lled.

Any idea who that might have been?

No.

Gorgeous Georgians?

Kitty's brainchild.

Yes. We stage immersive events.

Visitors come and live for a week

as they would have done in
the time of Jane Austen.

It's got a live element
included in the week,

like a... a re-enactment.

There's a local legend that Jane Austen

passed through the village in .

And I'm determined that Gorgeous Georgians

is going to restore this
house to its former glory.

We're just three days
into our first event,

so, obviously, this is
a bit of a disaster.

Not least for Miss Berry.

Of course. I didn't...

I'm sorry.

Might I take a look at
Miss Berry's belongings?

Sure.

Samantha was really nice.

Friendly, approachable.

We had a great laugh in the pub.

I thought you weren't
allowed out, Miss Everard?

We met her last week when she
was staying in the village.

- Real nosy, though.
- About what?

Everything. The house, the village.

Anyone have a problem with that?

Mum snapped at her about it.

She snapped when she caught her
in the kitchens last night.

- Doing what?
- Sneaking back in.

Said she'd been out, having a cheeky f*g.

I thought she was top banana.

I reckon his Majesty over there did too.

Mind you, you can form
a queue for that one.

He's proper fit.

What?!

A girl can dream. You must have
that all the time in the surgery.

I'm a receptionist at his surgery.

And he's everyone's Mr Dorky.

Darcy.

Yeah, whatever.

So, who looks after the
surgery in his absence?

There are other doctors.

And James's stepmum,
Mary, she's a pharmacist.

She runs the place.

Didn't you think it was odd
that Samantha wasn't on the walk?

Nah. Neither was Solomon.

Only joined for the picnic.

And when he did, he looked a bit hot
and sweaty, if you know what I mean.

Did Miss Berry say

where she heard about the
event or why she came here?

No. Booked through the website.

I know she stayed at the
village pub last week.

Kitty's sister, Nell,
mentioned it. She runs the pub.

And, um, where do your
other guests come from?

Quite a few are from the Jane
Austen Friendship Circle.

Hmm. And... the Circle
approves of your venture?

Mostly.

Mostly?

The head, Gemma Christie, she's not a fan.

And where might I find her?

Tea room in the village.

Drone trial.

The village has been
granted a two-month licence

to trial a drone service
delivering medicine to patients.

Deadly Doug got the tender.

- Deadly?
- Yeah! A school nickname.

As in 'dead boring'.

They found her in the woods.

- Polly just told me. Are you OK?
- We're fine.

I don't need my sister clucking over me.

Polly, start unloading.

Are you sure? I'm pretty good at clucking.

OK.

Well...

I'm here now. Why don't I
stay and give you a hand?

No. Really.

I've got this.

Whitcombe Grange.

What are you doing, ringing?
It's not a good time.

Well, can't it wait?

Miss Berry was a journalist

and, yet, there's no mobile
phone with her belongings.

She would have had one. Let's do a trace.

Will do.

Polly Oswood thinks there
might have been something

between GP Dr Franks and the victim.

I get the impression Jane
Everard likes Dr Franks as well.

Love triangle? Very Jane Austen.

The victim's constant
questioning about the village

was getting on Kitty
Oswood's nerves, apparently.

- OK?
- Yeah.

Mrs Oswood?

I gather Miss Berry was
rather inquisitive.

Did you know she was a journalist?

Did her questions annoy you?

- Could have done without it.
- [ See you at the dance.

Bye.

My sister. She's helping
me with the food and drink.

We'll need background
checks on the Oswoods,

and speak to, uh, Doug Vaughan.

He runs the drone delivery
trial for medicines.

See if he has any cameras on those drones.

Reckon we're fast as ever. We
must be ahead of schedule, right?

It's not a race.

Think health and safety. Go easy.

DS Winter.

Uh, Doug Vaughan, Ronin Chow.

- Are we in trouble?
- Depends.

Her name's Samantha Berry.

She was found dead in the
woods near here this morning.

- Do you recognise her?
- No.

- Can I get on?
- Not yet, no.

She was a journalist.

It seems she was interested
in your drone delivery trial.

She was not the only one. We've
had a lot of press interest.

These trials are the first of their
kind -- ground-breaking, even.

Is it just medicine that you deliver?

Uh, at the moment, yes,
but we hope to expand.

The drones you use have,
um, cameras attached, right?

No. The ones we're using in
the trial all navigate by GPS.

They're much quieter, which is
the main reason we got the trial.

We can attach cameras to them, but
there are issues around privacy.

And given that this is a trial,

well, we have to do
everything by the book.

Jane Austen came here for
tea, not Whitcombe Grange.

- Does that matter?
- Absolutely.

It's about being authentic.

Jane actually sat in
here, in this very room.

Can you imagine? Everything
here is rooted in research.

I should know. I studied history
at Magdalen College, Oxford.

I thought it was pronounced 'Maudlin'.

You say po-tay-to, I say po-tah-to.

My point is I do walks and
talks and give lectures,

whereas James and Kitty
are more playing at it.

They do bring Jane Austen
fans to the village,

though presumably not to your
tea rooms, Miss Christie.

It's not a competition.

Hmm.

What would Jane Austen have written with?

Well, a feathered quill.
Goose feather, probably.

I'd be fascinated to see one of those.

I have one, over here.

Oh, that's odd.

It's disappeared.

The key's still here.

Does anyone else know about the
key or have access to the shop?

Ray Fryer, at the pub.

He has my spare. He sometimes
drops deliveries in for me.

Well, it may have been
used to k*ll Miss Berry.

Oh...

You said you'd never met Samantha Berry.

Correct.

Then, how come her signature
is in your visitor's book?

I don't speak to everyone that comes in.

- Samantha Berry?
- Yeah.

She stayed a couple of nights last week.

Did Miss Berry say why she was here?

No. I... didn't ask.

I gather you're helping your
sister out with the event?

Well, as much as we can.

Gorgeous Georgians -- it's
a great idea, isn't it?

Not my cup of tea, to be honest.

All that period malarky
brings me out in a rash.

It's all I can do to
keep up with the present.

At least this is fun.

No-one's asking you to join in, Ray.

It's just as well.

Kitty wanted to breathe
life into the family home.

You used to live in Whitcombe Grange?

It's where me and Kitty grew up.

James and Kitty bought the house back.

Whereas you've gone from
the Grange to the local pub.

See what I've done to her?

That's what happens when
you're married to an ex-copper.

From nicking criminals to pulling pints.

There are worse things.

You also help with the
deliveries to the tea room.

When were you last there?

I took a few things around last night.

Did you... see anything unusual?

I may be a bit rusty with
my surveillance, but... no.

Have you heard of Whitcombe Grange?

Yes, of course.

They've got a Georgian event
going on there at the moment.

And a m*rder investigation.

Well, I'll bear that in mind. I'm
off to their dance this evening.

Research. Are you going to be there?

Yes.

A woman has been k*lled there

and it's possible that someone
is targeting the event.

- I don't think you should go.
- I'll be fine.

Maybe it'll add a bit of spice
and intrigue to my book.

- But if someone is...
- No buts!

Period dress is hired and
the babysitter's booked.

I could order a costume
for you too, if you like.

- No...
- And Jamie as well.

It would make you less conspicuous.

Oh, by the way, I meant
to ask, when's Kam back?

Only I need some medical advice on TB.

My heroine's at death's door.

Well, not for another week or two.

But, um, Petra is covering. You
could have a word with her.

OK, will do. Is she friendly?

Very.

The cause of death wasn't loss of blood.

It was asphyxiation.

I thought she was stabbed with a pen.

The nib had dipped in succinylcholine.

'Sucs' for short.

A neuromuscular drug that
paralyses the muscles,

including those used for breathing.

A poison pen. So, the
k*ller knows their medicine.

Did Forensics find any prints on the pen

or on the display case in the tea shop?

Both wiped. Syringe, likewise.

The syringe had traces of morphine in it.

The one that k*lled her -- sucs
-- is it easy to get hold of?

From pharmaceutical suppliers, yes.

Is there anything you don't know about?

The local nightlife.

I'm at a loose end tonight,
if you want to show me.

Really sorry. I'm playing five-a-side.

DS Winter.

There's been a break-in.

Nothing was stolen.

So, what could be on your computer
that someone would want to destroy?

I don't know. There's just details
of deliveries, addresses, footage...

Footage?

You said yesterday that the
drones didn't have cameras,

that they navigated by GPS.

Historically, we've filmed events.

Weddings, all sorts.

Why would someone want
to destroy old footage?

- What do you think?
- That he might be lying.

- Check him out.
- I already have.

He's got a criminal record.

He was done for joyriding as a teenager.

Nicked by Ray Fryer, back
when he was a copper.

Let's keep an eye on him.

Break-in could have been staged.

It could, indeed.

Mark every drone delivery route
from yesterday morning onto a map,

see if any went near the m*rder scene.

I'll look into this drug, sucs.

Doctor Franks would be able to
order it. Jane Everard might too.

As might his pharmacist, Mary Oswood.

OK. Let me know when
you're back up and running.

Will do.

Someone broke into drone HQ.

I think we can use it to our advantage.

I'm all yours.

Oh, I'm sorry to keep you waiting,
Inspector. I'm rushed off my feet.

Please, come into the office.

Do you, uh, recognise this woman?

Yes.

Poor thing came to see me last week

to ask some questions
about James and Kitty --

how long they'd known
each other, how they met.

As James's stepmum, I wasn't
really on the scene back then.

Didn't you think it odd
that she was asking --

a stranger to the
village, down from London?

Not really.

James's and Kitty's marriage has
never seemed exactly... solid.

Who knows what went on in London?

Are you saying Miss Berry
might have known James?

I'm saying his private
life is his private life.

As the pharmacist, Mrs Oswood,
presumably you order the medicines.

Would that include a drug
called succinylcholine?

I've heard of it, but
I've never ordered it. Why?

It was used to k*ll Miss Berry.

Could anyone else have ordered
that drug through the surgery?

Only myself and Solomon.

What about morphine?

Do you order that in?

Sometimes.

Come on.

OK, Golden Eagle, let's do this.

May I?

I'm afraid I'm busy.

I have been trying to get
your attention all day,

but you seem determined to ignore me.

That's what you do to me at work.

You aren't like this at work.

What -- dressed in period costume?

Is that your thing?

Anyway, I'm disappointed in you.

Why?

Because I have to dress like a
lady in order to catch your eye.

A true gentleman would be able to look

past my lowly receptionist status.

Is that why you're here?

To catch my eye?

Don't flatter yourself.

We're still no wiser, who "her" is.

"Her" may not be relevant.
It could be, um...

.."Meet me in St Louis

"and I'll tell you everything you
need to know about the Titanic

"and all who sailed in her."

- Very different.
- Hmm. Not very helpful.

I'm more interested in this break-in.

Tell me about the map of deliveries.

Well, on the assumption that the
drones travel as the crow flies,

these are the routes
travelled yesterday morning.

Samantha Berry's body was found
here. No deliveries went that close.

But this is where the pharmacist
and her husband, Walter, live.

Several deliveries went past there.

If someone had gone from the
scene of the crime back here,

they might have seen a drone

and been worried they
were caught on camera,

so targeted Ronin's laptop.

There's more.

Walter Oswood used to be the
headmaster of the local school,

retired two years ago, after
raising his hands against a pupil.

And we're still
triangulating the whereabouts

of Samantha Berry's missing phone,

but we traced her service provider.

One call since she's been the
event, on the night before she d*ed.

The number registered to...

Walter Oswood.

Time to pay him a visit.

Mm-hm.

I imagine you know what happened.

Yes.

The pupil who reported you,
are they still in the village?

No, they didn't report it.

The incident was caught on a
drone camera by Doug Vaughan.

He was filming the school event

and felt obliged to
inform the authorities.

Doug Vaughan reported you?

Well, It was the right thing to do.

I don't blame Doug or the boy.

It was no-one's fault but my own.

I lost my temper. I shouldn't have.

How did your son, James,
feel about Doug doing that?

Hmm! Not great.

But then, James and Doug have
been at w*r since they were boys.

How well did you know Samantha Berry?

You mean, did I lose
my temper with her too?

No. I didn't.

When did you last speak to her?

She rang me the night before last.

It was odd, really.

She simply wanted to know
when James and Katherine

started seeing each other.

What time did you go to the
Grange yesterday morning?

- : .
- Where were you before then?

Fishing. By the river.

From am.

Can anyone confirm that?

Yes. Solomon saw me.

But he's staying at the Grange,
which is nowhere near the river.

That's as may be, but he rushed
past in all his period get-up.

Walter must be mistaken.

His eyesight isn't exactly / , is it?

Doctor Franks, you were in period costume.

He was quite clear about that.

And we know that you went
somewhere that morning.

That's why you were late to the picnic.

I told you, I went for a walk.

Are you aware of succinylcholine?

- I've heard of it, yes.
- Do any of your patients use it?

I'm sorry. I have to maintain
patient-doctor confidentiality.

What about morphine?

Your pharmacist also hesitated
when I mentioned morphine.

We found traces of it in a syringe
that was left in the folly.

Do you know anything about that?

Morphine is quite common. It's...

Mainly used as pain relief.

Suppose someone needed it medicinally,

but they lost the syringe
used to inject it?

They'd need a replacement.

A doctor could get a replacement
from his surgery, if he was quick.

Perhaps not taking the time

to change his clothes or greet passers-by,

in order to return to
his friends at a picnic.

So, I'm on pain relief. What of it?

I was in a car accident some years ago.

I... still have trouble
with my pelvis and back.

So, why the secrecy?

I self-medicate.

It's not ideal but it's
so much easier than...

It's also against GMC rules, isn't it?

Mm. Yeah. I was going to dispose
of the syringe after the event.

When you were at the folly,
did you see anyone else?

No.

But I thought I heard a drone.

Well, I'm surprised you could make it.

I thought you'd be in the
middle of a barn dance,

or having tea and cake or something.

Like I said on the phone,
this is really not a good time.

I don't care. You owe me an explanation.

- What is it?
- Nothing.

Nothing at all.

- Shh!
- We know that Samantha Berry

was asking questions about
James and Kitty Oswood.

- You just don't know why.
- Exactly.

God... Poor woman.

I mean, she comes to Midsomer,

clearly in search of
something meaningful to her,

and then gets k*lled.

- Mm.
- Terrible, isn't it?

I'm sorry to interrupt, but we should go.

Yeah. And I should start getting ready.

I'm looking forward to my do-si-do.

- Not with me, I hope.
- No. With Petra.

Petra?

I took you up on your offer

and went to the mortuary
to pick her brains on TB

and in return, she picked mine on Jamie.

Anyway, she was at a loose
end, so I asked her to come.

I think you've got fan there.

See you later.

- It was you, wasn't it.
- What was?

The emails.

I'm not sure I understand.

What emails?

What on earth could be in an
email that's upset you this much?

Anyway, it's good that it has

because I want to ask you a favour.

What?

I wondered if you wanted to
invest in my drone company

to help take us to the next level.

Not really, no.

grand should do it.

Excuse me?

Oh, about these emails.

Now... it's just a thought.

Maybe they were sent to you by mistake.

Then, I suppose, they could be
sent to somebody else by mistake.

Kitty, for example.

- You leave Kitty out of it.
- How is she?

She was looking a bit edgy last
time I saw her. Fragile thing.

It'd be a shame if something was to happen

to bring her world crashing down.

You wouldn't dare. You're
too much of a wimp, Deadly.

You always have been.

Ever since day one at school,
Deadly Doug the boy with no friends.

You can't bully me anymore.

And you can't tell me what to do.

- I won't be ignored.
- Yeah, yeah, Yeah. ]

Don't ignore me, or else!

What do you think? How do I look?

You'll do.

You better get a move on.
Can't keep Kitty waiting.

Oh...

Katherine. Please.

Not going to the ball, ladies.

No, Kitty's gonna have to
manage without me this evening.

Gemma? Not even tempted?

- Surely...
- Not at all.

I shall finish this, then
retreat home to my books.

Taking Colonel Brandon
to bed again, are we?

Ray, Please! Captain Wentworth, surely.

It's not a laughing matter.

Hold up. Whoa.

All set, apart from the music, of course.

Polly forgot to book the band.

How can you forget to book a band?

So, we're gonna have to
make do with piped music,

which is no good at all, is it?

James?

Are you glad we came back?

Of course I am.

Thank you.

Aren't you?

I didn't expect it to
be this difficult, no.

There's nothing difficult about it.

We're breathing new life into this place.

We're creating new memories

and we're filling the house
with light and love and laughter.

Are we?

- What's up?
- Nothing.

Well, it's just...

James and me, we're not exactly...

.. you and Ray, are we?

- Good evening.
- Evening.

Good evening.

I'm not always sure me and
Ray are me and Ray either.

We're OK though, aren't we?

Oh! Glad you could make it.

Just blending in, Mrs Oswood.

These breeches are a bit
tight on the old, um...

They are a bit, aren't they?

Any luck with the phone triangulation?

Blank, I'm afraid.

Samantha Berry's phone
was either turned off

or the battery had run down.

Wow.

Ladies.

Good evening, madam.

Care for a little, uh, quelque-chose?

- That would be very nice, thank you.
- Red wine or elder wine?

Elder wine, please.

I'll have red.

Kitty's worried about you.

Kitty's always worried. Kitty
opens her eyes and she's worried.

Which is why we love her,

care for her and cherish her.

So, if you've got any kind of problem...

Do you know what, Nell? Just back off.

- Where's Polly?
- I don't know.

I've got another order.

If we carry on like this,
we'll be in Ibiza in no time.

I want to see you, though.

It takes two to get these corsets off.

Who is she ringing?

And why phone from out there?

There's no signal in the house.

Ah!

So, when Samantha Berry made her
phone call the other night to Walter,

chances are this is
where she made it from.

Her phone and a change of clothing.

Bingo.

I've given some considerable thought
to your comments earlier today.

Have you, indeed?

You were right.

I should have paid you
more attention earlier.

I'd like to try again.

Hang on -- is this for real

or part of some performance
you and James have cooked up?

Wow!

Looking good, Mr Barnaby.

Likewise. Enjoying yourself?

Enormously. Petra's a
much better dancer than me.

I don't doubt it.

I don't see much research getting done.

Nonsense. The dance. The people.

Even the house itself.

Did you know there was a fire?

- A fire?
- Yeah. Petra pointed it out.

You can tell by the
shutters on the windows.

If you look closely, you can see

where they've buckled
from the intense heat.

Care to dance?

Uh...

- Beats five-a-side.
- Take your places.

Anyway, a lady's got to dance.

I... I'd love to but, um, I'm working.

- So...
- You go for it.

All part of being undercover.

Everyone, get down!

Over there.

Are you OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

The depth of the pellets suggests
a high-velocity cartridge.

Thank you.

Leave those here, please.

No g*n in the car. Uniform
are searching the area.

What do we do about our guests?

Well, once they've made their statements,

if they're not staying here,
they'll be free to leave.

So, what should we do? Can we carry on?

Well, that has to be your
decision, Mrs Oswood.

Be assured, we'll be keeping
a close eye on events.

And it may be a chance for the
m*rder*r to reveal themselves.

Miss Christie, what were you doing
at an event you'd boycotted?

I couldn't stay away.

I wanted to see the dresses.

I had to watch the dances.

They did it all wrong, of course.

You almost ran over one of my officers.

I didn't mean to.

I heard the shotgun.

Everyone panicked and I
thought they might see me.

Sorry.

Did you see anyone with a g*n?

Take her to the station
and get her fingerprinted.

The station?!

Do I have to? Someone might find out.

It's a risk you'll have to take.

But... I'd never do anything... criminal.

We need to dig a little
deeper into Miss Christie.

She may or may not have fired that g*n.

But either way, it doesn't rule
her out of k*lling Samantha Berry.

Dad?

- Are you OK?
- Go to bed, Poll.

Dad, what's going on?

Sorry we came back, love.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Quite a night.

Are you OK?

Yeah, just about.

It certainly wasn't what I was expecting.

Do you think that g*nsh*t
was attempted m*rder?

Not necessarily. Um...

I suspect it was a warning.

- Who to?
- Uh, not sure yet.

I must look into that
fire that you discovered.

What -- you think it's connected?

Mm. Could be.

I can't imagine that any of this

was particularly inspiring
for your writing.

No.

Although, the, uh, unexpected nature
of events did get me thinking.

In what way?

That maybe I'm trying to force
my romantic leads together,

instead of just letting
it happen organically.

In real life, as we just witnessed,
it's... it's rather messy.

It's more unpredictable.

- Unfortunately.
- It's like Jamie and Petra.

What about them?

Well, why isn't Jamie interested in Petra?

On paper, they should be
perfect for each other.

But romance just isn't like that, is it?

Maybe I need to inject
something else into it.

How about poison?

A few locations to choose from today.

Uniform found the shotgun
discarded in the woods

near where I bumped into Gemma Christie.

Petra's checking it for prints.

The tech team accessed these
on Samantha Berry's phone.

They're snaps taken of a photo album.

Possibly the Oswoods.

Who's that with Nell and Kitty?

And why was Samantha so
interested in the fire?

We need to know when it happened.

years ago.

- Hmm?
- Thanks.

A local man by the name of Johnny
Fullerton went down for years.

One and the same.

years for arson?

And involuntary manslaughter.

A housekeeper was k*lled
in the fire. Annie Ingham.

Fullerton confessed -- says
he didn't mean to hurt anyone,

he just had a grudge against the family.

A grudge because...?

He thought they were above themselves.

Clearly didn't think so then.

Where's Fullerton now?

d*ed a couple of months ago.

What if it's not 'her' at all?

What if it's a word ending in H-E-R?

"Meet me. I'll tell you everything
you need to know about..."

Brother?

Father?

Talk to Samantha Berry's mother.

Ask her whether her
daughter had any connection

to either Annie Ingham
or Johnny Fullerton.

Someone getting married?

Yes.

It's the climax of our event.

I need to ask about the,
uh, fire that happened here.

Did Samantha Berry ask about it?

Or about Annie Ingham?

- No. Why on earth would she?
- What about Johnny Fullerton?

- What about him?
- How well did you know him?

Not very well. He was the
bad-lad troublemaker.

There's a picture of him in
one of the photograph albums

in your living room.

Is there?

Why would you keep a photograph of someone

who set fire to your house?

Those albums were Mum and Dad's.
No-one's looked at them for decades.

Samantha Berry did.

Sir?

Polly?

It's not all for me. It's for the others.

But you're not meant to!

It blows everything!

Like coming back hasn't
blown everything already.

You charge a fee, I take it?

What if we do?

Oh...

I told you, I won't be ignored.

You've made your point.

That's the most I can get in one go.

I can get you the rest in instalments.

It's a bit old-fashioned, isn't it?

Don't you city boys know
about electronic transfer?

I don't want Kitty ever to know.

Well, for a man in your situation,

your warped loyalty to your
wife is kind of surprising.

Don't push it!

And don't think this is the end of it!

- Social call, was it?
- Business.

James is investing in the future.

He's going to be my chief backer.

Uh, can I help?

- It's Ronin we're here to see.
- Ah, of course.

We want to know about any
unofficial drone activities

you might be engaged in.

There aren't any.

Really?

We know about the contraband you've
been delivering to the Grange.

Ronin...

Any other drone activities
you want to tell us about?

And how about the drone that
was flying about in the vicinity

when Samantha Berry was m*rder*d?

From the list you gave us,
there were no deliveries

that should have gone
anywhere near the folly.

That's right.

Unless that was the drone
that you lent to Ray Fryer.

- Could he have flown it?
- I don't think so.

What is it with you and him?

- We're friends.
- Touching(!)

Given that he arrested you
for joyriding a few years ago.

That's why were mates. He stood by me.

I was in danger of going off the
rails. He made sure I didn't.

So, could Ray have been flying that drone?

No. It...

It...

It was me.

James Oswood asked me to
do some filming for him.

James Oswood?

What are you doing,
filming for that idiot?

You can't do that, you work for me!

So, there was a camera attached?

What did you film?

James wants some footage
of the Austen event

that can be used on their website.

I thought I'd get some sh*ts of the house.

I came across that woman
walking through the fields,

I thought it looked
good, so I followed her.

Go on.

I lost her in the woods.

When I found her again, she was dead.

Where is the footage now?

It was trashed in the break-in.

Mr Chow, you're in enough trouble already.

If I were you, I'd tell
us everything you saw.

I caught a glimpse of a blue
anorak with the logo of a unicorn.

I thought it was Ray's but I
didn't want to drop him in it.

So, I have a blue anorak.

Ronin's not to know but there are
dozens of those anoraks around here.

The church organised a sponsored
walk for a children's charity.

The Unicorn Charity. That's their logo.

Then I'll need a list of
anyone you know that has one.

The night before she was k*lled,
Samantha Berry left the Grange.

Did she come here by any chance?

I wasn't here that night. Nell?

Not that I saw.

Where were you?

Uh, night off. A few
bevvies at the golf club.

We can check.

You can, indeed.

Oh, um, one other thing.

Johnny Fullerton, how
well did you know him?

Uh, I... I didn't... really.

Gemma Christie --

she's been lying to us all along.

I cannot believe that you would betray me

with James Oswood, of all the people!

What's it to you? You were
schmoozing with him earlier.

- What was that all about?
- That is none of your business.

The point is I gave you a chance. I
took you on when no-one else would.

You only took me on because
Ray twisted your arm.

I taught you everything you know.

Yeah, well...

All good things come
to an end and all that,

'cause I'm not hangin' about.

Me and Polly are going travelling soon.

- Polly Oswood?!
- What's it to you?

It was you, wasn't it?

Thank you for your visit
to the station last night.

Shh, please.

I don't want anyone to know.

Miss Christie, we checked.

You didn't go to Oxford University.

A small oversight.

Don't tell anyone, will you?

That's what you're
worried about, isn't it?

People knowing you're not
what you say you are.

Imagine the shame. Matters
to you, doesn't it?

Of course.

Did Samantha Berry rumble you too?

Did you mention Oxford
to her, a student there?

Did she say she was going to tell people?

She just asked me lots of
questions I couldn't answer.

Made me feel foolish and... embarrassed.

But that was all.

Because you'd never do
anything... criminal?

(Of course not.

No, I got it wrong before.

There's something I missed, Poll,
but I've figured it out now.

Yeah. I'll let you know when we get back.

I know who k*lled her.

Ugh...

Deep, penetrative s*ab wound.

Angle unusual. Essentially vertical.

It was a vicious blow.

I'm not sure there was a blow.

Ah, I see.

It dropped from above.

- With precision.
- A drone.

What about inside?

Nothing stolen or damaged.

Hardly appropriate, is it,
under the circumstances?

On the contrary, we've been broken
into, Ronin has been m*rder*d,

and a campaign has been
launched against us.

A campaign?

An anonymous online protest page

pointing out that it is illegal for drones

to fly too close to
anyone without permission.

Why is that a problem, unless
you have been breaking the law?

There appears to be photographs

proving that our drones went
closer to people than metres.

Didn't Ronin know not to do that?

He was a speed freak when I met him and...

.. I thought I'd ironed it
out of him, but... maybe not.

So, you had two reasons
to be angry with Ronin?

One, he was filming for
James Oswood behind your back

and, two, he risked
jeopardising your trial.

What is your point, Inspector?

Did the two of you argue
after we left this morning?

We might have had a few words.

And you're clearly au
fait with operating drones?

Anyone with practice can
operate with precision.

My officers will need to search your house

and examine each and every drone.

Speak to Mary Oswood.

She must have had contact
with Ronin Chow this morning.

This campaign --

Gemma Christie had photographs
of drones on her counter.

See what you can find out.

I'll check on the drone
that Ray Fryer borrowed.

Is your husband here, Mrs Fryer?

He's gone out. I'm not sure where.

Ronin Chow was m*rder*d this morning.

- That's terrible.
- The drone your husband had...

- Do you know where it is?
- Yes. It's um...

Well, it... it WAS here, but...

If you can tell your husband

I need to speak to him
as a matter of urgency.

Of course.

If you could do that...

- I was just going.
- No, don't go on my account.

In fact, I'd like a word with both of you.

Before the drone trials, how did
the surgery deliver its medicine?

We ran a home-delivery service.

Who did the drop-offs?

Nell Fryer used to do it for me
until the pub got too busy for her.

- Who took over then?
- I did.

As a sideline from the tea rooms.
I delivered them on my bicycle.

Neither of you are fans of
the drone trial, are you?

Well, it's not our place to say.

It's just my job to make it work.

But are you? There's a
campaign against the trial.

Now, you had photographs of the
drones in action on your counter.

The campaign website
had similar photographs.

And it seems someone knew
the routes Ronin was taking.

Perhaps you gave them to Gemma.

Underhand at best. Some
might even say... criminal?

It is not. We're not the ones
breaking the law. They are!

Oh, sorry.

I didn't ask to lead this trial.

It risks damaging the
fabric of village life.

- The system was better before.
- Much more personal!

And you've gone to great
lengths to undermine it.

- I'm not ashamed of that.
- Would you go further, I wonder?

Ronin Chow was m*rder*d
this morning, by a drone.

Perhaps your opposition to the
drone trial extends to Ronin.

We're against the trial, not Ronin.

When did you last see Ronin?

He snuck out this morning.

I was speaking to him when he...

What did he say exactly?

That he'd got it wrong before.

That he knew who the k*ller was.

And then the phone went dead.

What do you want?

To help?

I know how complicated first love can be.

I'll leave you.

- Is your husband here?
- Yes, he's downstairs, I think.

He's...

I gather you had Ronin Chow doing
some filming for your website?

- Did your wife know?
- No.

Drones are hardly Georgian, are they?

Does your wife know about your investment

in Doug Vaughan's company?

What? That's not possible. Really?

- Leave it, Dad.
- We checked his finances.

Did you know that his
company was in trouble?

Why invest in a failing
company? It doesn't make sense.

That's exactly the time to invest.

I have every faith Doug
will turn it round.

I've bought in cheap

and I hope to reap the
rewards further down the line.

Backing someone who
your father tells me...

.. you've never got on with.

- Winter. - What was
that all about at school?

- It was nothing.
- Oh, easy for you to say, son.

It was the bane of my life.

Doug was chippy.

Not a star pupil, but
a loner and a moaner,

thought we didn't appreciate his skills.

- Which is why he screwed Dad over.
- Oh, don't, James!

It's true -- that's why he
notified the authorities.

I reckon he put the boy
up to goading you as well.

So, the question remains...

.. why invest in him?

Petra found a print in the
residue on the shotgun.

Doug Vaughan's.

Oh, one thing before we go.

The photograph albums
over there, whose are they?

Kitty's.

Hmm.

Where are we at on Johnny Fullerton?

We got confirmation that
he's Samantha Berry's father.

I spoke to her mother. She hasn't
seen him since he went to prison.

She cut him out completely.

- What about her daughter?
- Never met him until recently.

A few months ago Samantha
received a letter out of the blue.

Old enough to decide for
herself, she met him -- once --

just before he d*ed.

But what did he tell her?

And why did it make her
come to the village?

And could it have something to do with

Doug Vaughan f*ring off a shotgun?

What's going on?

You said you were cool, and
then, a few hours later,

you turn your back on me.

This some kind of game for you?

Something happened.

What?

Doug.

Promise me you won't do anything?

Here about this?

What's wrong with you?

There's nothing wrong with me.

It's you.

Look.

Why are you doing this?

To get money from James.

And to bury him.

You stop, or you'll regret it.

I'm just getting started.

- What are you doing?
- I'm sharing.

Don't you dare!

I need to see my wife.

You've seen what he's sent to her.

You can go for now, but I will
have to ask you some questions.

How long have you been
filming James Oswood?

Ever since he came back.

Whenever I could.

Sending private images of Ray
Fryer and James Oswood to people

is harassment.

You will be charged,

as you will for discharging a
firearm last night at the Grange,

and for blackmail.

Was this all because of
some schoolboy vendetta,

trying to get back at
James in any way possible?

In any way possible.

Look, all I wanted was some payback,

for every time he ridiculed me.

'Deadly this' and 'Deadly that'.

He could do everything he wanted

because he knew his daddy wouldn't see it.

Do you know what it's like
to be humiliated every day!

To dread school.

But given that you invaded his
privacy, extorted money from him,

and perhaps goaded his
father into losing his job...

.. you might have k*lled Samantha
Berry to sabotage his new business.

And we know that you
were angry with Ronin.

Ronin Chow told Polly he'd got it wrong.

What did he mean?

And what made him realise his mistake?

Check Doug Vaughan's computer,
see what you can find.

I'll speak to Ray Fryer.

I tried.

God, I tried.

- I've loved you as much as I can.
- Spare me.

I always knew something wasn't right.

I just didn't want to confront it.

Was it just James?

Just James.

I'm sorry.

- Everything alright?
- Not really.

Whatever it is, son,

I'm always here for you.

Miss Everard,

as mentioned, my behaviour here
has fallen short -- elsewhere too.

But if you will allow me the honour...

Looking forward to this.

.. would you be so kind as to consider
giving me your hand in marriage?

- Is a pay rise possible?
- Hey, don't... don't push it.

The offer won't last forever.

Oh, alright then.

- I will.
- Oh!

- Lovely!
- Gradulations!

Oh! Marvellous!

Right. Moving swiftly
on to the nuptials...

Can we stop all this?

Don't be ridiculous. We've
got a wedding to host.

No. We need to talk.

I have to tell you something.

The drone -- where is it?

Someone must have taken it.

The night before Samantha Berry
d*ed, we checked with the golf club.

They said that you popped in briefly
and then left. Where did you go?

To stand outside the
Grange, hoping to see James.

And this morning, before you
went to confront Doug Vaughan?

I was with James.

That's when he told me Doug knew about us.

Did Samantha Berry or Ronin Chow know?

Even though you were close to Ronin,

although he did briefly suspect
you of m*rder, didn't he?

He was mistaken, I told you.

Did your involvement with James
start before or after the fire?

It was a couple of years later.

After Nell and Kitty had
moved out of the Grange,

um, Nell was away nursing,

but me, James and Kitty
saw a lot of each other.

How long did your affair last?

Until Kitty got pregnant with Polly.

James decided to do the honourable thing,

and that's why they left for London.

I... I got on with my life.

Me and Nell got together.

We were both missing someone.

Everything was fine until James came back.

Hey.

Yeah, don't worry.

Yeah, of course. I'll be right there.

Bye.

Kitty... needs me at the Grange.

What can you tell me
about Johnny Fullerton?

Mr Fryer, this is a m*rder investigation.

I've had enough of secrets.

When Johnny came out of prison,

he came back to see if
Kitty was still here.

He was still in love with her.

They were inseparable before the fire.

Does Kitty know that
Johnny came looking for her?

Nell told him Kitty was
with James and had moved on.

Nell thought it was best not to tell her.

She knows nothing about Johnny...

.. or me and James.

Sir, I think I found something.

OK, good work, Winter.

Meet me at the Grange as soon as you can.

You need to come with me.

Kitty? I'm here.

He's just told me everything.

Did you know?

I just found out.

I can't believe it.

Here.

Thank you.

So, you're telling me that
our whole marriage was fake.

I tried so hard, Kitty, to make it work.

That's not good enough.

I bought into you.

You bought into me? What does that mean?

I believed you. I went to London
with you. I could have stayed here.

I'm sorry, I can't help it that
I'm in love with someone else.

Did you ever love me?

Kitty!

Kitty! Stop it!

Kitty! No!

No!

Ah...

You...

Kitty!

You...

Show me the photo.

Also, Ronin Chow's phone records --

minutes before he rang Polly
Oswood, he made one other call.

- Kitty!
- No, I want the truth.

Is that why you came back
here -- because of Ray?

You made us come back.
Why would you do that?

Because of first love, wasn't it?

Put the torch down, Mrs Oswood.

Johnny Fullerton was your
first love, wasn't he?

First love, last love and
everything in between.

I was hoping he'd come back for me.

That's why you kept his photograph.

Yes.

Johnny went to prison for me.

I started the fire.

The torch, Mrs Oswood...

We were young, and we were in love.

But Johnny was seeing somebody else.
He didn't love her, he loved me.

He'd gone to break it off with
her, but I didn't know that,

and I felt insecure.

I thought he was...

Mum and Dad and Nell were out.

I got drunk.

And I was crying.

And I knocked over an electric heater.

It caught the curtains.

And I ran out in a panic.

I didn't think Annie was in.

So, why would this Johnny
say he started the fire?

Because he loved me!

And he knew Kitty wouldn't cope in
prison. She wouldn't have survived.

So, your bad-boy troublemaker
was nothing of the sort.

Did you know Samantha Berry
was Johnny's daughter?

I didn't think so.

Samantha only met him
once, a few months ago,

just before Johnny d*ed.

Johnny told Samantha about
the fire, didn't he, Nell?

But he didn't tell her who started it.

She wanted to know, so she came here.

She found a photograph of the three of you

and she came to confront you, didn't she?

And that's when you realised
you had to silence her.

This is ridiculous!
What are you suggesting?

That you used your husband's key
to the tea room to get a quill pen,

throwing suspicion on Gemma Christie.

And your nursing background to
apply the poison to the nib.

Ronin realised it was you wearing
your husband's anorak, didn't he?

Like I said, there are loads of them!

Ronin was about to tell us, wasn't he?

And you couldn't allow that.

Mr Fryer, would you tell
Kitty what you just told me?

Ray, no!

Johnny did come back for you.

- When? - After he was
released from prison.

And Nell didn't tell you.

Why?!

Why wouldn't you tell
me something like that?

It was settled, you'd moved on, you
were married, you had a family.

But I wasn't happy!

It was Johnny! Why...
why would you do that?!

I had to. It was better left!

Well, who are you to say?

I was protecting you.

I did what I thought was right for you.

Johnny's daughter --
she wouldn't leave it.

She said she was gonna get the truth
out of you. I couldn't have that.

She was gonna tell you who
she was, that Johnny had d*ed,

you'd have had another breakdown.

I... sent her a note,

saying to meet me.

I had no choice!

No!

No. How dare you talk to me about choice?!

I could have been happy.

Please...

I'm sorry. Please...

I should have confessed to
the fire all those years ago.

And you should have let
him back into my life,

and I will never forgive you for that.

- Can I confess something?
- Not another confession, surely?

I've never read any Jane Austen.

- Is this what happens in them?
- Uh, not really, no.

That said, they do often
end with a wedding.

Or sometimes two.

Not sure that would happen in
a Jane Austen novel, though.

So, what are you going to
do about the writing, then?

I decided you were right --

I'm going to turn it
into a m*rder mystery.

Oh, that's all I need.

I might even base the hero on you.

- Ah.
- So, where's Jamie?

Uh, he was going to
have a drink with Petra,

and then he changed his mind.

- Did he say why?
- No. And I've no idea.

I leave the romance to you.

I think he's still interested in Kam.

So, is he joining us?

He's, um, experimenting.

Oh...

Hey! Oh-ho!

That boy will go far.

Cheers.

Cheers.

(Cheers.)