17x04 - A Vintage m*rder

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(Birdsong)

(Piano plays)

(Laughter)

(Conversation and laughter)

~ Mr Carnarvon.
~ Kevin.

I see a lot of empty glasses. Would you
make sure that everyone's topped up?

Good lad.

~ Absolutely.
~ Thank you.

Come on, relax. It's going perfectly.

She's late.

She always is.

Mother.

Here.

Thank you.

Hello.

~ Good turnout. William must be over the moon.
~ Well, you'd think.

(Both laugh)

Brilliant.

I'm still struggling with
the middle movement.

You just need to concentrate.

You've always been
too easily distracted.

Nadia. I was beginning to
think you weren't coming.

Well, I'm here now, aren't I?

Good to see you. Good to see you.

Um, this way.

I'll do a little intro, and then
we can get on with the tasting.

Ladies and gentlemen,

first of all, thank you for coming to
the launch of our new sparkling vintage.

Um, I hope you will be as excited
by our new wine as we are.

Now, I know you've all had
a chance to taste the wine

but I thought I'd invite one of the most refined
and respected palates in the business.

Miss Nadia Simons.

Oh, yes.

Miss Simons.

Thank you.

(Feedback)

Good colour and effervescence.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have tasted
some great English wines in my time.

Unfortunately, this
is not one of them.

It's cloyingly sweet with
no complexity of flavour.

(Groans)

I suppose I'd drink it at a wedding
but I certainly wouldn't insult the
bride by toasting her with it.

How can you say that?

Sorry, William. Better
luck next time.

(Glass smashes)

Grandma!

~ Grandma?
~ Mum?

~ Are you all right?
~ Mum.

Oh, no. Are you all right?

Everyone's a critic.

We're not investigating some
dodgy catering here, are we?

It's looking like there
was something in the wine.

I'll know more when
I get back to the lab.

William Carnarvon, the owner of the vineyard,
claims that it was a deliberate att*ck.

Why would he claim that?

Apparently it's the latest
in a series of incidents.

He thinks someone's out
to destroy his business.

My mother has angina and the doctors
think it made her vulnerable to
the effects of the poison.

I really should be at
the hospital with her.

Just a few questions,
then we can let you go.

How long have you been
running the vineyard?

years.

We wanted to build something that
we could pass on to our son.

It has perhaps been a little
harder than we thought.

But our first wine was a hit and, in my
opinion, this new wine is even better.

But you think someone's taken
against you and your vineyard?

Some people just don't like change.

And you think they're behind the
poisoning? That's quite a leap.

Not for those FWA lunatics.

FWA?

~ Sounds like a t*rror1st organisation.
~ That's exactly what they are.

The Farmers' Wives Association.

They've been running a campaign against
us for the last five years.

It started with posters, protests,
letters to the local paper.

That's not my definition
of terrorism.

When that didn't work they started
taking down signs to the vineyard,

giving visitors the wrong directions,
writing nasty reviews on websites.

Then we had our tyres slashed,
our windows broken.

And then there's what happened today.

They could have k*lled someone. Well,
they could have k*lled my mother.

Metaldehyde.

It's an organic compound.

Doesn't taste of a great deal
and it's readily available.

~ How?
~ Slug pellets.

A small dose is very unpleasant
and can be much more serious.

people were treated at Causton
Hospital with nausea.

But only a Matilda Stowe
needed to be admitted.

We were very lucky.

Could easily have been a death.

Are we really thinking that this
was attempted mass m*rder?

I hope not but I'm pretty
sure it was deliberate.

If someone's been trying to drive
the winery out of business,

a sudden vomiting epidemic
is a good way to do it.

How did the slug pellets
get in the wine?

We opened five random bottles but
found no trace in the wine itself.

Five bottles? Just another
week night for you, then.

But we found traces in some of the
glasses from one particular box

which explains why only some of
the party-goers were affected.

The glasses were on loan
from a local hotel.

I'll speak to the owner.

I'll get the full report
to you by the end of day.

I'll put it on your desk if I can
find it in my drunken stupor.

~ Adam.
~ Mr Paynton.

Oh, Mr Paynton.

Are there any more guests
at the hospital?

Mr and Mrs Evans from Room
but they'll be back later.

Have some water and fresh towels
sent up to their room.

Anything else to report?

I've got it under control. Mostly.

~ Tina.
~ It's just that there's no-one
to look after the bar.

Then close it. Who the hell
wants to drink after today?

~ Who do you think?
~ (Phone rings)

I helped myself. I
hope you don't mind.

I'll add it to the bill.

We haven't had a chance to catch up.

Drink to the old times.

Not sure they were worth drinking to.

Do you have any idea how much
work Diana had put into today?

Uh, of course.

Diana.

Still carrying that torch.

Maybe it's time to go back
to an old favourite.

Bar's closed.

Don't bother. Apparently
this is a dry county.

Thankfully this time
no-one ended up dead.

But that's probably more
luck than judgement.

And I'm sorry, but we can't have this
kind of thing happening on our doorstep.

So I propose that we speak
to Councillor Jeffries

and request that he withdraw
the vineyard's alcohol licence.

All agreed?

Against?

This wasn't William
and Diana's fault.

Sorry, Kevin, but we've
heard that one before.

They're just trying
to run a business.

And we're just trying to
protect our community.

The Carnarvons made it
clear when they came here

that they didn't care about the
village or the people in it.

And now there's been
an actual poisoning...

You've got to be joking. This wasn't
carelessness. It wasn't even an accident.

You know someone did
this deliberately.

We don't know that at all!

Actually, I think we do.

Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

I wonder if I might have a word?

The kitchen's usually busier

but, funnily enough, most of our guests don't
have much of an appetite this evening.

We also host weddings, functions.

Need a good stock of plates,
glasses, cutlery.

How long have you owned the place?

I inherited it as part of
my family's farming estate.

Sir.

I also inherited the family debt.

I could have farmed all the hours God
sends and still not have broken even.

~ Well, it seems to be
paying off quite nicely.
~ It has been.

The vineyard pushes a hell
of a lot of business my way.

Really?

Well, Diana runs tours
and wine-tasting weekends.

I provide the accommodation.

So you have a good relationship
with the Carnarvons?

Yeah, of course. This is where
we keep the champagne glasses.

OK.

Where would you keep
your slug pellets?

There they are.

~ Half full.
~ Yeah.

But a long way from where
I keep the glasses.

Who has access to this greenhouse?

Well, everyone who works here.

In which case I'm going
to need the list.

Excuse me.

I'm not sure I understand what your
objections to the vineyard actually are.

Look, when they first arrived we were
happy to welcome a new business.

But we didn't realise the impact
they'd have on the village.

The chemicals they use on the grapes,
the extra traffic, the...

trees they cut down and the
hedgerows they ripped up.

I mean, look what they've
done to the local pond.

And what have they done?

They diverted the stream that fills
it without a word of consultation.

I've been monitoring the water levels and
if they carry on dropping at this rate,

there won't be a pond
this time next year.

So the Carnarvons are bad neighbours?

Jessica Tyler d*ed because of them.

Just years old.

Her whole life ahead of her.

Perhaps you could expand on that.

Perhaps you could ask the Carnarvons.

Roger? Is everything all right?

That woman, she's already
three sheets to the wind

and she's just about to
get in her car and drive.

Someone needs to call the police.

Well?

Do you think she should be driving?

(Central locking bleeps)

(Central locking bleeps)

(Central locking bleeps) Excuse me.

Oh.

How can I help you, Officer?

By not getting behind
the wheel of that car.

Of course not. I wouldn't
dream of it.

I was just putting
away my... shopping.

Who'd have thought you can get
a decent Burgundy around here?

Well, why don't I take your key
just to be on the safe side?

You can pick it up from Causton
Police Station tomorrow morning.

If I could give your name
to the desk sergeant?

It's Nadia Simons.

Miss Simons.

I was actually hoping
to speak with you.

I hear your latest review
was rather scathing.

Could have saved my breath.

It sounded very unpleasant.

Unpleasant? It's virtually undrinkable.

May I offer you a lift somewhere?

I'll call a friend.

You're late. Have you any idea
what sort of day I've had?

I'm sure you coped. You always do.

Well, you should have a quiet shift.

The bar's closed and most of
the guests have gone to bed.

Mum's waiting for you. You are
going straight home, aren't you?

Where else would I go, Dad?

Good girl.

I'll see you in the morning.

(Sighs) Right.

(Front door shuts)

~ I'm home, Mum.
~ Oh, good.

You're back.

I was just doing a bit of dusting.

I can see that. How long have
you been at it this time?

Not long. Honest.

All done.

I'm going to have a bath.

~ Night.
~ Good night.

~ Ready for our big night?
~ Yes.

Let's do it.

So, darling, I think a lift is the
least you can offer me after today.

I'll be waiting.

Ready?

Yes!

Only five episodes until Detective
Ostergard cracks the case.

♪ (Theme music) ♪

(Siren)

(Engine revs)

(Moans)

(Weakly) Help me.

Please.

(Coughs)

(Continues coughing)

Help me.

Please. (Coughs)

(Coughs)

Mr Paynton found the body when
he arrived for work this morning.

I knew something wasn't right.
The vent system was off.

I thought someone from the village must
have been playing silly buggers again.

You were at the public meeting
yesterday, Mr Paynton.

Well, someone had to
speak up for this place.

~ How long have you worked here?
~ Since I left school.

I started out picking the grapes and then
William took me on as his apprentice.

Now I'm the assistant
vineyard manager.

Never thought it would involve
finding dead bodies.

I suppose not.

Can you tell me where
you were last night?

At home.

Thank you, Mr Paynton.

By the way, are you any
relation to Louis Paynton?

He's my father.

Why?

CO levels were too high.

Victim was showing all
the signs of hypocapnea.

Thank you. We'll check that when
we get her back to the lab.

Carbon dioxide levels are falling.

Shouldn't be long now.

~ (Bleep)
~ All clear.

~ Safe to come in.
~ Here we go.

All clear.

You can come in.

~ Thanks, guys.
~ No worries.

Cause of death is
ostensibly hypocapnea.

Carbon dioxide poisoning.

CO is a by-product of fermentation.

Places like these usually have pretty
efficient ventilation systems.

~ Somebody turned it off.
~ Carbon dioxide is heavier than air.

Our victim was left already
incapacitated on the ground.

We need to get this
dusted for prints.

When you say incapacitated...

She wasn't bound or restrained
but there is a head wound.

I'll know more when I do the PM.

Time of death?

It's difficult to say.
Temperature fluctuates in here.

I'll do the maths when
I get back to the lab.

I'll check with the hotel, see if
we can account for her movements.

We already know she was on Midsomer
Vinae high street at around seven.

Do we?

That's when I suggested to Miss Simons that
drunk driving wasn't a positive life choice.

She said she was going to phone
someone to pick her up.

Who was the last person she called?

Er, I didn't get the
call at the time.

We were at the hospital.

Miss Simons had called you several
times over the last few days.

We were making arrangements
for yesterday.

She called you?

I can't believe she had the
gall to after what she said.

I had no intention of giving
her a lift anywhere.

So you were both at the
hospital all evening?

Till what time?

Late. We went straight to
bed when we got back here.

Didn't notice anything amiss?
Didn't hear anything?

Not until Kevin got here.

And you don't lock the outbuildings?

Usually, yes, but yesterday
was an unusual day.

Of course. Thank you.

That was embarrassing. You
never tell me anything.

I thought I was protecting you.

I'll check with the hospital, see
how late the bedside vigil ran.

After we visit Miss
Simons' hotel room.

Then I'll need you to look into
another death that was apparently
connected to the vineyard.

The victim was a child.
Jessica Tyler.

Who's this coming from?

Elspeth Rice, leader of the FWA.

Morning.

Grandma.

Hello.

I got to the hospital and they
said you'd discharged yourself.

Hospitals are full of germs.

They're also full of doctors.

I'm a resident at this hotel for a
reason. They have everything I want.

~ Yes, I understand.
~ (Knock at door)

Ah.

Room service, Mrs Stowe.

Sorry, we're a bit
understaffed at the moment.

Thanks.

You're a good boy.

You have your secrets, though.

~ Milk?
~ Mm.

Promise me you'll be careful.

Yes, of course. I promise.

There are people who'd be very
upset if they found out.

Very upset.

When did you last see Nadia Simons?

Last night.

I'm still in shock.

We were told not to
let Housekeeping in.

That's OK. I've seen worse.

Did Miss Simons have any visitors,
any calls to her room?

Not as far as I'm aware.

This room, is it expensive?

It's the best room in the hotel.

Diana Carnarvon made Nadia
Simons' travel arrangements.

Did that include picking
up her hotel bill?

Diana Carnarvon booked the room.
The vineyard is picking up the tab.

That must be a bitter pill
for them to swallow.

Or another nail in their coffin.

Are they in financial difficulties?

William's tried his best but how much money
do you think you make from a small vineyard?

His last wine got good reviews but
he only sold a few thousand bottles

and that was five years ago.

Why so long between wines?

He's a perfectionist.

He was waiting for the
right growing season.

Wanted the perfect vintage.

But you think he waited too long.

Doesn't look good, does it?

Can you open this?

Certainly.

Thank you, Mr Paynton.
We can take it from here.

Sir, look at this.

Nadia Simons was supposed to fly
to the south of France tomorrow.

And that's quite a
lot of spending money.

I'd say we're talking
a couple of thousand.

How much do wine journalists earn? I
wouldn't have thought it was that much.

I'll speak to the magazine
she worked for.

Do that. And find out whether she
filed any copy before she d*ed.

You mean her review
of the new vintage?

Badmouthing the wine to a small
gathering is one thing.

Putting it all into print
is quite another.

I wonder whether someone wanted
to stop that happening.

Look at you.

~ I love a girl in uniform.
~ Shut up.

It's hideous.

You make it look good.

Oh, you never change, Kevin.

Still full of it.

How's your mum doing? I should
go round and see her.

I'm not sure you'd be that welcome.

Considering where you work.

Well, if I'm honest,

it wouldn't really be
her I was coming to see.

That's so sweet of you, Kevin, but...

You're not still seeing
Ryan, are you?

No. No, that's ancient history.

Good, you're here.

I'll see you after.

~ In the office.
~ I'm going on my break now, Mr Paynton.

OK.

We need to have a serious conversation.

Another one.

Let me save you the effort, Dad.

I'm a massive disappointment to you.

You didn't work day and night to put
a roof over my head and shoes on my feet

so that I could waste my life
working at the vineyard.

You want me to pack it all
in and come and work for you.

Does that about cover it?

Good. See you next time.

When are you going to understand
this is just a holiday job, Kevin?

Well, the holiday's over.

~ You don't take my career choice seriously.
~ Career? Don't make me laugh.

I work hard.

I've learnt more from William in the past
couple of years than you ever taught me.

You should be proud of
me. I'm good at what I do.

Not that good. We all know
what Nadia had to say.

I'll be doing William a favour
when I buy that place.

What the hell are you talking about?

~ You're not...
~ Yes, I am.

So you'll be working
for me after all.

You know I won't let this happen.

Don't you?

You won't be surprised to hear

that there was an impressive amount
of alcohol in the victim's system.

Not in the slightest.

Well, her drinking was k*lling her.

She had alcohol-induced
sclerosis of the liver.

According to her medical notes, she'd been
told she had less than a year to live.

An alcoholic wine critic.
A bit of a cliche.

It's her other injuries that I
think may be of interest to you.

I believe she was hit by a car
and dragged up to the vineyard.

A car?

Primary injuries suggest
a car moving at slow speed.

Then there's the head wound.

Secondary injuries sustained
as she was knocked over.

There is also bruising consistent with her
wrists being gripped and her being dragged.

There were two crime scenes...

Where Nadia Simons d*ed and where
she was first att*cked, with a car.

I also found these in her hair...

.. and caught up in her clothes.

I don't remember seeing anything
similar up at the vineyard.

I suppose driving a car at someone is a pretty
effective way of incapacitating them.

It's also a good way to k*ll them.

Why not put your foot down,
get it over and done with?

Why go to all that trouble
to get her up to the vineyard?

~ (Door opens)
~ Sir.

According to our records, Jessica Tyler
was k*lled in a hit-and-run five years ago

just after the vineyard's
first wine launch.

OK.

Interesting coincidence.

Officers went to the Vine Hotel
to question and breathalyse guests
who'd been at the launch,

including Nadia Simons.

Right, thank you. Thanks.

That was Nadia's editor.
Or should I say ex-editor.

Nadia was sacked from the wine
magazine three weeks ago.

~ Her drinking?
~ Accepting bribes.

She was selling her good reviews
to the highest bidder.

~ The editor wanted it kept hush-hush.
~ Understandably.

If the Carnarvons were her last big pay
day, they didn't get value for money.

Look into the details.

And talk to the investigating
officers on the hit-and-run.

Good afternoon, Mrs Carnarvon.

Tina.

~ (Bleep)
~ Declined.

I'm so sorry, Louis.

Come with me.

I thought I'd be at least
able to cover Nadia's bill.

What's happened?

The bank called and we can't service
our debts again this month.

There must be something you can do.

We were banking on new
orders from the new wine.

Once the bean counters take over,
you'll be at the bottom of a
very long list of creditors.

I don't care about the damn money.

I just care about you.

I'd do anything for you.
You do know that, don't you?

I have to go.

Have a nice day, Mrs Carnarvon.

~ DS Nelson?
~ PC Florrie?

Yeah. I was told you
wanted to speak to me.

Yes. You'll have heard about
the m*rder at the vineyard.

I understand that the victim was a suspect
in a hit-and-run you investigated.

~ Nadia Simons?
~ Yeah. I hadn't realised
that she was the victim.

I'm surprised she showed her
face here after what happened.

Go on.

Well, her vehicle matched the description
of a car seen at the accident.

Witnesses described a black car
driving like a bat out of hell.

According to the case file, there was
also a red car seen in the vicinity.

We couldn't trace it but
Nadia failed a breath test.

She also had a previous
for drunk in charge.

You brought her in for questioning?

She called her solicitor before we
got her into the interview room.

He advised her to keep her trap
shut and that's what she did.

SIO said unless I could prove she
was driving at the time of the
accident, I couldn't charge her.

Any CCTV?

That's a bit of a sore point.

There were cameras at the Vine Hotel
carpark but the proprietor, a...

~ Louis Paynton.
~ Yeah.

He claimed that the system
was broken that day.

Did you believe him?

I had a strong suspicion that Paynton
was trying to protect Simons.

When I arrived at the hotel,
he was in her room.

I think he'd been there all night.

And without the CCTV evidence,
Simons walked away. No charges.

How did Jessica's parents react?

Roger was waiting at the station
when Simons was released.

It got heated.

So someone did lose their temper?

He was just letting off steam.

You know, it was all
bark and no bite.

Thank you.

~ DS Nelson...
~ Oh, call me Charlie.

Charlie.

The Tylers have been through enough.
If you could tread carefully...

I'll keep that in mind.

Thank you, PC Florrie.

~ Carolyn.
~ Carolyn.

~ PM reports.
~ Thanks.

So the introductions
are out of the way.

"I'm Carolyn." "I'm Charlie."

I don't know what you...

That's ridiculous.

Oh! (Laughs)

Quick, my dad's in today.
He'll k*ll me if he sees us.

Oh...

(Giggles)

Oh, I see. So you're only interested
in me because I'm forbidden fruit.

Well, you really are...

(Baby gurgles)

Morning... everyone.

How do I look?

The picture of professionalism.

I'm just pleased not to be
covered in pureed carrot.

Any first day nerves?

~ Only lots.
~ (Chuckles)

You'll be fine.

Come on, then, boy.

Sykes, walkies.

It's OK. He's already been out.

Ah, right.

Well, I'll relieve you
of the mashed banana duty.

No need.

All done.

Well, then, we'll just have
to have a bit of a cuddle.

Oh, actually, it's
unstructured playtime.

Not cuddle time.

I'm sorry?

Darling, Ida's just trying to
get Betty into a good routine.

So no unscheduled cuddles?

Please, Mr Barnaby, I have
everything under control.

There's no need for
you to even be here.

Well, I'll get off to work, then.

See if I can find something
useful to do there.

Have a lovely first day.

Three nights in the Vine Hotel with room
service and full use of the hotel bar.

That's what it costs to get someone like
Nadia out to the middle of nowhere

to come and taste your wine.

And what's included in the price?

I'm not sure what you're suggesting.

I'm wondering whether you were also expecting
a more glowing review from Miss Simons,

considering her reputation.

Hang on. We don't need
to buy good reviews.

Our wine speaks for itself.

A first-class plane ticket and
a substantial amount of cash.

But perhaps even that wasn't enough.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Maybe someone paid for a hatchet job.

That could be anyone in the village. The
only thing we gave Nadia was hospitality.

We didn't give Nadia any money.

We don't have any money to give.

If you don't believe me, you're quite
welcome to look at our bank statements.

Thank you.

I was just going to ask for those.

There's plenty of water.
What's the worry?

The level's getting
significantly lower each week.

We've barely had any rain. It'll chuck
it down next week and be back to normal.

And what if it doesn't rain?

It's England. It always rains.

I'm glad you find this funny.

Because I certainly don't.

She seems determined.

It's just a pond.

Ah. It's clearly still a bone
of contention in the village.

Everything's a bone of contention
to Elspeth and her mates.

If only they knew their history.

~ The village is called Midsomer Vinae.
~ Ah.

The Romans grew grapes here. All William
did was to turn the land to its natural use.

You're very loyal to your employer.

William taught me everything
I know about wine.

I've barely scratched the surface
of what I could learn but...

I'm good at this.

Even if I'm not good
at anything else.

What about the hotel business?

~ Any plans to take over from your father?
~ (Chuckles)

There are plans.

It's just not me making them.

Let's send some cases
to other critics.

Get second opinions,
get the orders in.

It won't help.

What about your mother? She can
afford to live in that damn hotel.

You were with me when
I asked her last time.

She made it pretty clear that
the only member of this family
getting any of her money is Ryan.

If he pursues his music then the
whole world can open up for him.

And if he gets a place at the
Royal Academy he's going to need
every penny of his trust fund.

Trust fund? Pretty funny name for
it considering Matilda clearly doesn't
trust us in the slightest.

~ She trusts Ryan.
~ Even he has to wait for
another three months.

Look, if we could just
hold on till then...

I'm not even sure we can make
it till the end of the week.

It's over, William.

~ Hey, is everything all right?
~ Everything's fine. I
don't want you to worry.

If it's about the money
I could help you.

Oh, you know what would help, Ryan, is if you
spent a little more time with your piano.

You haven't touched the
keys since the launch.

Well, we've all been a bit busy.

OK, OK.

Give me strength!

~ Diana, can we talk?
~ It's really not a good time.

I know, and I'm sorry.

But... I saw my dad yesterday.

And he said something...

I just need you to know that I'd do
anything to keep this place going.

Cos it's the only place that
I've felt like I belonged.

Kevin, it's just a job.

(Piano plays in background)

Just brings it all back.

I know.

But I'm here.

You've no idea what that means to me.

Knowing that someone's on my side.

You'd be surprised how many
people are on your side.

(Front door opens)

Hi, love.

Elspeth.

Hope you're not neglecting
your other patients.

We do seem to take
up a lot of your time.

Well, you know me.

Never really off duty.

(Rapping at door)

Excuse me.

Mr Tyler?

She was the light of our lives.

Always smiling.

~ And laughing.
~ (Front door shuts)

And she was so clever.

All her school reports
were so glowing.

Since she's been gone there's
been a massive hole in my life.

I understand you work
at the hotel, Mr Tyler.

Yeah. Just a few nights a week.

The night that Nadia Simons
d*ed, you were on duty.

Did you leave the hotel
at any point that evening?

I wouldn't be much of
a night porter if I did.

Can anyone verify that?

Er, Room ordered a ham sandwich
at about three in the morning.

Thank you.

Apart from that, it
was a quiet night.

And Mrs Tyler...

where were you?

I was here. I'm always here.

I'm sorry?

Judy's not very well.

It's her nerves.

Roger, we've talked about this.

Judy suffers from a panic
disorder, DS Nelson.

Symptoms include compulsive behaviour,
acute anxiety and agoraphobia.

I see.

It started after the funeral.

I tried to go back to work but I just couldn't
set foot in that place any more.

She used to do the books
for the vineyard.

But we've been working hard on
getting things back under control

and keeping things calm.

Like when we're out in the garden.

I just can't get beyond it.

Beyond what they did
to my little girl.

If they'd got whoever did it...

Unfortunately hit-and-runs can
be quite hard to investigate.

So everyone kept saying.

It must have been quite a shock to hear
that Nadia Simons was back in the village.

Some people might think the Carnarvons
were being insensitive inviting her back.

I stopped caring about what the
Carnarvons get up to a long time ago.

They're going over it
all again. The accident.

~ When are they going to let it go?
~ Look, listen, love, they're not.

Not unless we give them
something else to talk about.

What do you mean?

This place is absolutely beautiful.

How did I not know this was here?

You've been inside the house
for God knows how long.

See, this is what I missed.

A civilised lunch. No need for
anyone to be wearing a bib.

And when I get home,

dinner's in the oven, the
washing's in the machine

and my daughter is in a bath.

But...

Well, I might be happy to be made domestically
obsolete but I don't think John is.

You know why women make
the best ballet dancers?

Because we're always tiptoeing
around the male ego.

(Laughs)

And how is Charlie?

I think I've broken him.

(Laughs) What?

I'm perfectly happy with my life.

Work, TV, takeaways, fairly
lax attitude to housekeeping.

But I didn't think it was contagious and
I didn't think that Charlie would succumb.

~ You think he needs to get out more?
~ Yes!

And someone's offering
him the chance to do that.

On a plate.

But he's not even looking
at the plate.

Well, you'll have to make
him think it was his idea.

~ If you force the issue...
~ I can be subtle.

I can!

Ah, William.

Thanks for coming. Why
don't you take a seat?

Why don't you just get on with it?

As you wish.

What's this?

Open it.

That's what I'm prepared
to pay you for the vineyard.

It's a final offer. I'm not
interested in negotiation.

And from what I hear, you're
not in a position to haggle.

The money can be in your account
by the end of the week.

What do you say?

I'm sure it makes you feel better
to act outraged but we both know
this is your best option.

It's your only option.

It's not an option, it's an insult.

I've given everything
I had to that vineyard.

Shame it wasn't enough.

Says who?

Who do you think?

You stay away... from my wife.

I've tried, but if you
can't make her happy...

Fine. It's your vineyard...
for the time being.

I'll just buy it for half the price
when you finally go bankrupt.

I'll take the whole package.

Er...

How many times? Don't bring rubbish
through the guest areas.

~ I was just...
~ Where's that useless daughter of yours?

I pay her to make the guests happy.

If only she paid them as much attention
as she does to Ryan Carnarvon.

~ I don't know what you're talking about.
~ For God's sake.

Can't you see what's going
on under your own nose?

Roger Tyler had access to the glasses that
the vineyard borrowed from the hotel.

The slug pellets I found there
were metaldehyde-based.

He would have had time to
slip away from his shift.

And he'd had an encounter with
Nadia just before she d*ed.

Her turning up in the village must have felt
like a replay of his daughter's death.

And he didn't just lose his daughter,
he lost his wife to the grief.

We need to know what his
movements were last night.

I'll drop by the hotel
and ask for any CCTV.

~ How long have we got?
~ Not long.

I hate keep having to look at
my watch and over my shoulder.

Well, when we get away the only thing
you'll have to look at is me.

What's wrong?

Mum and Dad.

Once they realise we've gone,
well, they won't understand.

Well, neither will mine.

They shouldn't have stopped us seeing
each other in the first place.

What was Louis thinking of?

It's barely enough
to cover our debts.

Obviously he was trying
to humiliate me.

Shame me into giving
up on this place and...

And what, William?

You promise me,

whatever happens, whatever
I decide, you'll stand by me?

You don't even have to ask.

~ Where's Ryan?
~ William, please, just...

If we're going to save this
business, we all need to make
sacrifices. That includes Ryan.

(Rings)

(Continues ringing)

Hello. Front desk.

Um, sorry, I'm having
trouble hearing you.

No, I'm sorry. I still
can't hear you. I'll...

I'll come up to your room.

Hello. Louis Paynton here. Manager.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

~ (Man screams)
~ I'm looking for Louis...

(Guests scream)

Everybody stay back,
please. Clear the area.

Stay well back. Sir,
sir, will you move back?

~ So much for the CCTV.
~ Mm.

The Tech Department might be able to
salvage something from the hard drive.

Look at this.

Any witnesses?

Thank you.

Louis was very kind to
me when I first came here.

After my husband d*ed.

My condolences.

Widowhood proved to
be surprisingly dull.

I like company.

Kept plenty of it here.

You see all the comings
and goings, then?

What have you observed since
you got out of hospital?

Well, my son-in-law came.

This afternoon, to see Louis.

And to judge by the expression on
his face, it wasn't a social call.

There is an overlap in
their business interests.

(Laughs) It's rather
more than an overlap.

Was something going on between
your daughter and Mr Paynton?

Well, I'm not quite sure, really.

Diana is devoted to William but he
doesn't always make it easy for her.

How do you mean?

Well, the vineyard was
his dream, not hers.

She went along with it every
step of the way but...

Louis was everything William is not.

Who else was around this afternoon?

Er... Roger.

He got caught in the
crossfire with William.

Louis was rather rude about Tina.

I'm sure I saw Kevin's
van at some point.

I do hope his last words
to his father were civil.

No love lost there.

Let's see what Mr Tyler has to say.

Good morning.

Looks lovely.

Didn't seem a lot of point going into work,
so I thought I'd come and give it a tidy.

Looks like someone b*at me to it.

I have to ask, Mr Tyler,
where were you last night?

At home, in bed.

Can Mrs Tyler confirm that?

She takes sleeping tablets. I could come to
bed playing the trumpet, she wouldn't stir.

You don't seem very upset
by Louis Payton's death.

He was my boss. We weren't close.

We hear you didn't part on good terms
yesterday. What did he say to you?

Nothing that bears repeating.

Mr Tyler...

He was in a bad mood and he needed
someone to take it out on.

I was in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

He had a problem with William
Carnarvon, not me.

The question is, whether you
had a problem with Mr Paynton?

Do you think he was the reason that Nadia
Simons was never brought to justice?

Well, that was the rumour.

But I thought that was
your job to work that out.

Now, is that it?

Cos I need to get home to my wife.

Thank you, Mr Tyler.

Right.

(Clinking)

A decent Burgundy, I believe.

(Sighs)

One, two, three, four...

six, seven, eight, nine...

...

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, .

One, two, three...

TINA: It's me. Promise me you'll
be there this afternoon.

There's no turning back.

Don't let me down.

, , .

What did you and your father
talk about yesterday?

What we always talked about.

The vineyard.

Your father had a problem
with you working there?

Was part of that problem William?

You and your father argued yesterday.

Do you have any idea what the
argument may have been about?

Well, it wouldn't have been about me.

He knew I was never going
to come and work here.

Might it have been
about Diana Carnarvon?

Diana wasn't interested in Dad.

But your dad was interested in Diana.

Dad would never take
no for an answer.

He always got what
he wanted in the end.

Apparently so.

How's that?

Well, he wanted you to take
over the family business.

And I presume that you are now the
owner and proprietor of the hotel.

Look, I'm not trying to deny it.

Yes, things between Louis and
myself got a little heated.

I'd very much like to know why.

Well, just business.

He offered to buy the vineyard.

Er, but for half of what
the place is actually worth.

Obviously, he'd heard about our recent
problems and decided he could capitalise.

~ He thought you were desperate?
~ Well, we weren't that desperate.

And for the record I'd just like
to say that I was just as angry
as William was when I heard.

I thought Louis was a friend.

He thought a great deal
of you, didn't he?

Louis?

I suppose so.

What are you saying?

Did Mr Paynton's feelings towards
you go beyond friendship?

Well, if they did they weren't
reciprocated, I can assure you.

(Metallic thud)

(Metallic thud)

(Screams)

I still think that Jessica's
death is a factor in all this.

Roger Tyler's alibi wasn't
particularly convincing.

But then neither were
the Carnarvons'.

Midsomer Vinae is a village of
unreliable witnesses, apparently.

The hit-and-run statements don't
exactly stand up to scrutiny.

If we could rely on the public,
you and I would be out of a job.

The only consistent
detail seems to be

a speeding black car and
the untraceable red car.

And without the hotel CCTV, you can
understand Roger Tyler's frustration.

Revenge is a strong motive.

But then so is wounded pride.

~ William Carnarvon?
~ Mm.

Nadia Simons damaged his
reputation as a vintner.

Louis Paynton tried to kick
him while he was down,

possibly whilst making
a play for his wife.

But where does the poisoning fit in?

Would William sabotage
his own wine launch?

Why would he guarantee the
failure of his own business?

Come on.

~ William.
~ Kevin.

I didn't expect you to come in today.

I'm sorry to hear about your dad.

Were you? I know he was trying to
buy the vineyard from under you.

Kevin, that was just business.
I wouldn't wish your dad...

I understand why you
told him to stick it.

I know how hard you've worked.

And that's why I want to
make you a better offer.

Listen, I can't touch Dad's money
until all the legal stuff is sorted.

But once it is, I reckon I'll have
enough to keep this place afloat.

What do you think?

I think you're a godsend.

I promise I'll pay you back
every penny with interest.

I'm not suggesting a loan.

I want to be a partner.

I want a say in how
this place is run.

You do?

I've learnt so much from you.

Well, why don't you buy yourself
your own vineyard?

This place has been
my life for years.

You've been here five minutes and you think
you can run the place better than me.

Like father, like son, eh?

(Front door opens)

(Front door shuts)

Where is she?

Where's Tina? She should be back
by now. I called the hotel.

~ She's not there.
~ I know.

Well, where is she?

~ Roger.
~ She's in Brighton.

On a training course.

~ What?
~ Come on, sit down.

Paynton had already paid for
it, so I said she could go.

What?

Well, I didn't know. That's a really long
way away. No, I would never have let her go.

And that's why she didn't
come to you, Judy.

Look, I know you can't help it.

But if you don't give her some
slack, we're going to lose her.

You do see that, don't you?

That'll be Elspeth.

Of course it is.

Is she here?

No, she's staying away from you.

~ I don't believe you. Tell her I'm here.
~ There's no point.

Tina! Tina, please!

Go home, Ryan!

There's nothing for you here.

Tina!

Do you want your usual tonight?

~ What?
~ From the Silver Dragon.

It's my turn to get the Chinese. I thought
I'd do it on the way home. So, usual?

No.

OK, well, I could go to the
Raj if you fancy a curry.

Chicken biryani and a naan?

What about pizza?

OK, great. I'll go to Angelo's.
A medium meat feast, extra olives.

Do you not think it's a little disturbing
you know our takeaway order by heart?

No. Should I?

When was the last time
you had a night out?

~ Er...
~ Other than the pub quiz.

It's the countryside. There's
not much happening.

There's plenty happening.

Right under your nose.

I had a look at Jessica
Tyler's post-mortem.

Er... And?

Well, obviously this
is just conjecture.

Having said that, looking at the
pathology report in isolation
from any of the other evidence,

I'd say Jessica was knocked
over in a low-speed collision.

Primary injuries suggest she wasn't struck
head on, wasn't thrown over the windscreen.

If so, she'd have sustained
consistent secondary injuries.

~ You have been listening to what I say.
~ Every word.

There are very few
secondary injuries.

No embedded gravel or glass.

Very few contusions.

Jessica d*ed from internal injuries.

That's because you're saying
it was a low-speed collision?

Yes.

Witnesses saw a black vehicle
being driven like a racing car.

That might not have been the
vehicle that k*lled Jessica.

(Text alert)

Hi, it's Tina. I'm
not here right now.

~ Please leave a message after the beep.
~ (Beep)

The least you can do if you're going to
dump me over text is to pick up your ph...

Tina?

Tina?

(Siren)

(Engine)

We need to make sure
we rule everything out.

I understand that.

(Siren)

I hope they don't find anything.

Who's with the Tylers?

Keep breathing, long
and slow. That's it.

~ These the ones?
~ I'm going to need two.

No, I don't want them. Not now.

~ I need to know what's going on.
~ Just do as you're told!

Can't go on like this, Judy.

OK, Judy. Just concentrate
on your breathing.

Roger, why don't you go
and put the kettle on?

~ Tina...
~ I know. I know.

Don't worry, I'm here for you.

I'm always here for you.

They've found something.

(Engine starts)

We spoke to the hotel in Brighton.
Tina cancelled her training course.

They weren't expecting her.

So where the hell is she?

In the vast majority of cases like
this, the missing person turns
up as if nothing had happened.

They've usually gone somewhere
to cool down after an argument.

What, with me?

No. Everything was good between us.

You need to talk to the Carnarvons.

Ryan obviously knows more
about my daughter than I do.

Don't worry. We'll be finding
out what they know as well.

And I'd like to speak with Judy.

I don't want her upset.

~ I appreciate that.
~ She's been through enough this week.

(Phone rings)

They're lovely.

Oh, thank you.

They flower all summer
if you look after them.

Judy finds her gardening
very therapeutic.

Six months ago we couldn't
even get her out here.

And she has you to thank
for her progress?

I do what I can.

Sir, can I have a word?

Mrs Tyler, I'm going to leave
PC Florrie here with you.

~ She'll let you know of any developments.
~ Hi.

They checked the CCTV
at Causton Station.

~ Tina didn't get on the train.
~ Her phone?

Switched off immediately
after sending the text.

The company are trying to triangulate
the signal to work out where she
was when she sent it.

If she sent it.

~ And the car from the black lagoon?
~ No number plates.

They're trying to trace the
vehicle identification number.

So we're assuming that this car is the
same car that k*lled Jessica Tyler?

I can't think of any other reason
to drive it into a pond.

I don't want any details of what we found
at that pond getting back to the Tylers.

~ Have you briefed PC Florrie?
~ Don't worry. She knows what she's doing.

We were going to get on
a flight to somewhere warm

where we could think, talk, figure
out what we were going to do next.

Ryan, you have to appreciate
how this would have looked.

There've been two murders and you
were just going to disappear.

We didn't have anything to do with
that. It was someone else's trouble

and we were caught in the
middle of it. As usual.

~ Selfish, thoughtless...
~ Oh, William, please!

He's right. That boy was
going to give up his music.

~ He was going to give up on his family.
~ Tina's going to be my family!

And I suppose it didn't cross
your mind for a second

that you might be the only
one in a position to help us.

~ Help? How?
~ He's talking about my trust fund.

~ Fine, you can have it.
~ Oh, you stupid boy!

Your grandfather left
that money for you.

That's enough.

This can be of no interest
to Inspector Barnaby.

I wouldn't say that.

A poisoning, two murders
and now an abduction.

We hope.

Who would take this
young woman and why?

Someone wants to split
her and Ryan Carnarvon up.

So both sets of parents
have to be in the frame.

Would Roger Tyler kidnap
his own daughter?

If he caught wind of their plan.

What if the text was from Tina?

Teenage love. It's a fickle thing.

And Ryan wouldn't take
no for an answer?

~ Sarge.
~ Thank you.

Well, maybe. But do you see him as
the poisoner and the k*ller as well?

We've been thinking all this is an att*ck
on the Carnarvons and their business.

Maybe we need to think again.

If this was an att*ck on
the Carnarvons' business,

whoever did this probably didn't
know that the vineyard applied
to the courts for bankruptcy

a month ago.

William Carnarvon doesn't strike me as
a man who wants to go out of business.

The application was turned down.

The court ruled they had enough
in assets to service their debts.

What assets?

The wine.

Which is now worthless
thanks to Nadia Simons.

The plane ticket and the money weren't
paying for a good review from Nadia.

They were to make sure she
gave a terrible review.

Someone was forcing the
business into insolvency.

Whose name is on that
bankruptcy application?

Diana Carnarvon.

Things looked grim when
I made the application

but then William wanted
to launch the new wine.

There was a chance.

So you planned a party and
called in Nadia Simons?

She was one of the most
respected wine critics.

No, she wasn't. And you knew it.

You knew that she would say whatever
you wanted for the price.

That's why you used Louis.

He didn't just put her
up in the lap of luxury.

I think he bought the plane
ticket and supplied the cash.

~ Nadia and Louis used to be close.
~ Not as close as you and Louis.

We were never lovers. We never...

Was that going to be his reward
after he bought the vineyard?

How dare you. I love my husband.

Louis thought that he was helping
to save you from bankruptcy.

But he couldn't resist getting
one over on William.

His offer on the vineyard
threatened to ruin your plan.

~ You must have been...
~ No, wait, wait...

I didn't k*ll him.
I didn't k*ll anyone.

But you did put your
mother in hospital.

I never meant to hurt her.
I never meant to hurt anyone.

It was supposed to make people
feel queasy, no lasting damage.

~ Only to your husband's reputation.
~ I just needed him to give up.

That vineyard has sucked us dry.

Every penny, every ounce of energy.

It was too late for us but I wasn't going
to let him drag Ryan down as well.

(Knock at door)

Sir, can I have a word?

We've traced where Tina's
text message was sent from.

The vineyard.

(Phone rings)

DCI Barnaby.

What year was the car
registered to that owner?

~ Did you know?
~ Of course not.

But if I had known I'm not so
sure I would have stopped her.

She was doing it for you.

To stop you wasting your life.

Wasting my life on what?

On this place.

This pipe dream.

You're a failure, William.

Everything you've done
so far has been a failure.

And I'm not going to let
you touch Ryan's trust fund.

Not while I'm alive.

Yeah, well, we'll see what my
solicitor has to say about that.

Let's see who he thinks should be
in charge of the family fortunes.

The poisoner, the senile old
bat or the lovesick teenager?

You call me a failure?

(Ringing tone)

I'm still with the family, sir.

Good. I need you to bring Roger
and Judy up to the vineyard.

Well, I'm not sure that's possible.

Judy Tyler is really fragile.

~ Is Elspeth Rice still there?
~ Yes, sir.

Ask her if she'll help, in
her professional capacity.

Whatever it takes.

(Screaming)

(Screams)

(Screaming continues)

(Sirens)

Mr Carnarvon, we need
to search your premises.

We have reason to believe that Tina Tyler
was here around the time she disappeared.

~ Do you think she's still here?
~ Search the outbuildings.

What's this?

Oh, God.

It's locked.

It shouldn't be.

Nelson.

(Screaming)

(Continues screaming)

No, no!

~ (Screaming)
~ What have you done?

(Screaming)

Quiet, quiet.

~ What was that?
~ (Screaming)

(Screaming)

For God's sake, get her out of there.

(Screaming continues)

(Screaming)

I've got you. You're all right.
Come on, love. It's all right.

Right. Mind your head.

Come on, love. Here we go. Up.

I've got her, I've got her.

(Coughing)

Come on.

Come on. Are you OK?

How could you? There's something
wrong with your family!

~ I could have d*ed down there.
~ It's nothing to do with my family.

Well, what am I doing here?

I'd like to know that.

Outside.

(Coughing)

Ryan...

Well, what a relief, getting Tina
out and not a moment too soon.

Ingenious place to hide her.

Only someone who worked here
would know it was there.

So the question now is whether to charge
you with abduction or attempted m*rder?

(Sirens)

How was I supposed to know
it was going to be flooded?

I was just trying to help.

Did you do this on your own?

It depends what you mean.

I was asked to help split them up.

~ Is she all right?
~ Where is she?

This way.

~ Tina.
~ She's there.

(Continues coughing)

~ Tina!
~ I'm sorry I lied.

I'll never lie to you again.

I'll never see him ever again.

Tina, please.

You... You did this, you stupid...

I think that's enough, Mr Carnarvon.

Ryan, perhaps you should take
your grandmother outside.

~ PC Florrie.
~ Come on, let's get you outside.

I had no idea. I'm so sorry.

Well, I hope you're
proud of yourself.

You've set Judy back months
by demanding she come here.

Don't you understand
how vulnerable she is?

And the Carnarvons just tried
to k*ll her daughter.

~ Now, hold on a minute...
~ Haven't you taken enough from us?

Wasn't Jessica enough?

For the last time, we had nothing
to do with the accident.

You were the one who
invited Nadia here.

You were the one filling all
the glasses with your wine.

And then you just watched
everyone drive away.

Diana and I were devastated when
we learned what had happened.

Why? Because you knew you were
responsible for a little girl's death

or because you thought it
might be bad for business?

You watched our family go through hell
and you didn't raise a finger to help us.

Can we go now, please?

We don't have to stay
here another second.

The Carnarvons are terrible
people, aren't they?

Isn't that obvious?

I certainly understand why you didn't
want your daughter near them?

Just like Kevin understood.

And that's why he
kidnapped Tina for you.

He knew you'd do anything
to ensure they split up.

What are you talking about?

Kevin just told me that he came to see you
to tell you Tina and Ryan were an item again.

I didn't ask him to kidnap Tina.

You didn't have to ask him.

You just had to let him see how distraught
you were about the thought of Tina leaving.

You knew that Kevin would then
do exactly what you wanted.

The same with the Farmers' Wives
Association and their campaign.

They wanted to help.

People always do.

People love to root for the underdog.

The victim in the story.

It's not a story.

It's the truth.

I know that you believe that.

Because that's what someone
needed you to believe.

That's enough.

I wouldn't be doing my job if
I didn't take my patient out
of this stressful environment.

Mr and Mrs Tyler, you should know that
whilst we were looking for your daughter

we found the vehicle
that k*lled Jessica.

Where? Where was it?

In the local pond.

I'm not sure this is the right
place for that sort of news.

~ I need to get Judy somewhere safe.
~ No, tell me now. Whose car was it?

I had wondered why you were
so concerned... about a pond.

~ Judy...
~ No.

I'm so sorry.

You?

You k*lled our daughter?

~ It was an accident.
~ No.

I'd only bought the car that day.
I was looking for the lights.

She must have stepped
out in front of the car.

~ Why are you telling lies?
~ You have to believe it was an accident.

No. No, I can't.

Because it wasn't you, it was Nadia.

~ Why are you desperate to believe that?
~ Because it has to be true.

~ Why?
~ Because if it's a lie... lie...

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, God. (Cries)

If it's a lie, you k*lled
two innocent people.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Not you, Mum?

Judy?

It must have been devastating to hear that
Nadia Simons was back in the village.

And then you saw her, sitting on
your daughter's bench, drinking.

Right next to the flowers that
you'd been tending so carefully.

I felt so useless.

Stuck at home.

If I could just get to the bench...

Just a little drive, look after
the plants and then home.

And it got a bit easier every day.

And then I saw her.

Nadia.

And for the first time in
years I didn't feel scared.

I felt angry.

It was like someone turned on the lights
and I knew what had to be done.

So I drove straight at her.

Just like she had driven
at my Jessica.

(Sobs)

Or so you believed.

Just as you believed that Louis Payton
had been a part of the cover-up.

And that's why you smashed up
the CCTV system at the hotel.

After you k*lled him.

Why?

For us.

I just wanted to protect you.

Like I should have protected Jessica.

Please. Please tell me that
you understand. Please!

~ I do.
~ Stay away from her.

~ She needs me.
~ No.

You need her to need you, so
you don't feel like a monster.

Which is what you are.

Elspeth Rice, I'm arresting you for
causing death by dangerous driving

and perverting the course of justice.

Come with me.

You do not have to
say anything but...

Mrs Tyler.

I'm afraid you have
to come with me now.

(Sobbing)

~ (Engine starts)
~ Hey...

~ Dad...
~ Mm?

~ I won't if you don't want me to.
~ What?

Go on.

Oh, Ryan.

Young love.

Teenage hormones.

You've got all that
to look forward to.

Well, at least I've grown
out of them myself.

(Panting)

Wow, we're all here.

~ Where's Wonder Woman?
~ If you mean Ida, I gave her the evening off.

~ How will we manage without her?
~ You're going to have to pull your weight.

Sykes needs a walk,
Betty will need a bath

and you know she only really
likes bubbles with Daddy.

And dinner won't cook itself.

I see.

~ Are you joining us, Charlie?
~ A previous engagement.

(Car horn)

And it's not the pub quiz.

Hey.

How are you?

So?

Cheers.

(Betty gurgles and cries)

Oh, baby.

(Crying) Oh, come on.

Look, aw...