19x01 - The Village that Rose from the Dead

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- Squadron leader? - Yes, thank you
very much. - There you go. - Lovely.

John?

One. One.

And to sum up... my
plans for Little Auburn

ensure that we, the
people of Great Auburn,

can feel connected to a
vital part of our history.

A living museum is the perfect choice

for the reopening of the
village of Little Auburn.

Here, here. Well done, Mummy.

Thank you, Sylvia.

Thank you to all three finalists
for your presentations

and thank you for being so
patient during this long process.

For years, Little Auburn
has been taken from us

but now we are at the start
of a new and exciting chapter.

All three proposals for Little Auburn's
future are splendid in their own way.

- Midsomer Luxury Villas.
- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Auburn Eco Village.
- Whoo!

And, of course, Sylvia
Lennard's living museum.

- The only possible choice!
- Hear, hear.

I look forward to seeing you tomorrow
morning for the opening of Little Auburn

where we will all visit the village for
the first time since the Second World w*r.

The army will be handing
the lease back to my

family and I will then
choose who takes it over.

So thank you to everyone
and enjoy the party.

Whoo!

I think I'd better go and see
how Grandpa's getting on.

- Do you need a hand, Dad?
- Go on, then. - Granddad!

Not made much of an effort, Sylvia.

I thought you still had some
of those dresses from the ' s.

You haven't changed your
clothes since the Second

World w*r and you have
no sense of community!

So... have you, er, decided yet?

- Can't be easy.
- You'll have to wait.

If you go for Finn and
Corina's bid, it'd be a great

opportunity to unite the
whole family, wouldn't it?

But Dad's not giving anything away.

I'm off.

- Come on, let's dance.
- Not really in the mood.

I want to celebrate.

When the people can
have their village back.

From what I know, it could
be sooner rather than later.

Tell me all about it.

You'll know tomorrow. I'm going back
to the village. Stay here tonight.

You're too drunk to cycle anyway.

My leg.

Agh!

I now declare the village open!

Look what I just found.

That dog was a champion burier.

What have you told Betty?

I told her the truth gently...

that Sykes was old and
his body stopped working.

But we'll always remember
him and love him.

Nelson sent his condolences.
He called yesterday.

How's he getting on with
his undercover course?

Loving it.

Doing really well, so I hear.
No sign of him coming back yet.

How are you getting on with
the temporary sergeants?

You can meet the latest.
He's picking me up.

Hey. Can your doggy chase a ball?

Go on, chase it.

Chase it. Chase it.

- Where do you want to go first, Mummy?
- I thought we

might start with the church.
- Then Granny's grave.

We haven't got long cos I
need to get back to work.

I'll take as long as I like!

- I've waited all my life for this day.
- Of course, we get that.

Then perhaps you'll understand
I'd rather be alone.

Cheery as ever.

What the...?!

- Corina!
- Corina, what's happened?

Corina?

Oh, my...

Come on, come here. Come here.

Come here, darling.

Shall I comb his nose?
I think Doggy likes...

Here, here.

Yes, I need to comb his wheels.

Sliding away...

Wheels? No? Just do his... Oh, OK.

Hi.

Hi, I'm Jamie. You must be the boss' wife.

- Ah, yes, Sarah. Come in.
- Thank you.

- Just go through.
- Thanks.

- Go on, then.
- We introduced ourselves.

- Winter.
- Morning, sir.

I'm not taking you to the office. There's a
body on the village green in Little Auburn.

I take it there are
suspicious circumstances.

If being run over by a t*nk
is suspicious, then, yeah.

That's the village the army took
over. Isn't it about to reopen?

Due to be handed back
to the owners today.

Evidently they didn't take
all their hardware with them.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I'm Jamie. What's your name?

It's Betty.

Bye-bye, Betty. Mwah.
I've got to go to work now.

Mwah.

Mwah.

Mwah.

They're on their way to you now.

- Morning, Kam.
- Oh, morning, sir.

- What have we got?
- A male in his early s.

Major trauma to the legs and
torso. Excessive internal bleeding.

Injuries and markings all consistent
with having been struck by this.

- The injuries to the head and face...
- Kam Karimore?!

I didn't expect to run into
you in deepest Midsomer!

You're the latest sergeant?

I take it you two have met.

Kam and I did a training course together.
Five years ago?

Six.

You're right. We were in this big old house in Dorset.
There was a billiard table and Kam used to win...

Can you save the reminiscences
for another time, do you think?

Sorry, sir.

As I was saying, the facial
injuries are superficial.

A graze and a bump to the forehead,
bits of gravel on the cheeks.

I looked like that when I came
off my bike on Tower Bridge.

- Do we know who the victim is?
- Finn Thornberry.

His body was found when the
village was opened this morning.

He's been dead between
and hours.

- He obviously got in here last night.
- Thank you, Kam.

I wonder why he was here.

And who would use a
t*nk as a m*rder w*apon?

- Corina Craven?
- Yes.

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

- I'll leave you to it, Chief Inspector.
- Thank you, Mr...?

Craven, Roderick Craven. I'm Corina's
father. This is my niece Dottie Craven.

Mr Craven, we'd like to talk
to you later. Don't go far.

Come on, Dottie.

When was the last time you
saw Finn Thornberry alive?

Last night.

We were at a party at The Cross Keys

to celebrate the reopening
of Little Auburn.

What was he doing in a
deserted village in the dark?

- Oh, we've been living here.
- Living here?

Where exactly?

Squatting in one of the cottages to
help the Auburn Eco Village project.

Why would that help?

We want to rebuild Little Auburn,
make it a proper community again.

We're just waiting for my
father to make a decision.

If he decides against us,
he'll have to throw us out.

Do you know of anyone who might
want to harm your boyfriend?

No.

Are there rival schemes to yours?

Yes, but none of them would
do anything like this.

Could you tell us who his
next of kin is please?

Erm, his mother Andrea is married to
my Uncle Milo. Finn's his step-son.

They're here in the village today.

Thank you.

- Can you tell us where this squat is?
- It's this way.

One more thing, why didn't you come
back here with Finn last night?

I was tired so I slept in the pub.

This way.

It's just in here.

Thank you.

- Not exactly a comfortable arrangement.
- Looks like someone got here before us.

I wonder what they were looking for.

In here, sir.

It was hidden in the stairs, sir.

Interesting.

You go and see if Kam has found
anything else on the body.

Then talk to the
landowner, Roderick Craven.

I'll track down Finn Thornberry's mother.

Mr Craven.

- Thank you.
- Sir.

Did you know that Finn and Corina were
squatting here in one of the cottages?

It made no difference to
me, personally or legally.

If you'd chosen a rival
bid and had to evict

them, the local press
would have a field day.

- "Landowner evicts
own daughter."

- Corina would never have
let it come to that.

What about Finn Thornberry?

Well, I'm sure he'd have made
hay whilst the sun shone.

Did you not get on with
your daughter's boyfriend?

Not in the slightest.

But my daughter thought very highly of him.
I had no choice but to trust her judgement.

And had you made a decision on
the winning bid for the village?

Even if I had, this is
hardly the right moment.

Wait here.

- The wire's new.
- So the k*ller set a trap

to knock the victim off his bike

before driving at him with the t*nk.

Tanks are slow things. It's better to have
a target that can't dodge out of the way.

Why did you move the t*nk?

We had to move it forward
so it was clear of the body.

Don't worry. We dusted for prints first.

How did you start it? Isn't driving
a t*nk a specialised skill?

It had been hotwired and
the mechanism is very basic.

It's not specialised at all. If you can
drive a golf buggy, you can drive a t*nk.

That's a pity... throws our
field of suspects wide open.

Jamie!

Sorry, I don't know what's
happened. I'll fix it.

Mrs Craven, I'm sorry to have
to ask you these questions

- at such a difficult time.
- It's OK, please.

Did your son have any
enemies in the village?

No, of course not.

Well, he could be a bit arrogant.

Confident, you mean.

And had he been particularly
confident about the competition?

He has made it clear that
he thought he should win.

Yeah, but everybody knew it wasn't
personal. They all understood that.

Except Sylvia Lennard.

- Sylvia Lennard?
- One of the other entrants.

- Had she singled Finn out?
- Oh, no.

Sylvia distributed her
scorn fairly evenly.

We found this among Finn's possessions.
Do you recognise the woman or the child?

No.

- Sorry.
- Thank you.

You're all free to go.

This way.

Although perhaps you and
I should have a chat.

The photograph. You recognised them.

No.

Josh, your brother has
just been m*rder*d.

If I find you're holding anything back
that effects this enquiry, I'll arrest you.

Look, you have to promise not to
tell any of my family that I knew.

Not if I can help it. That's the
only guarantee you're getting.

When Finn came home, I picked up his phone
and it was a woman saying she was his wife.

His wife?

I asked him about it and
he said, "It was a mistake."

He got married when he was working
in Glasgow on a charity project

and it was something he
just wanted to forget about.

But he never said he had a kid.

Do you think Finn told anyone
else about his marriage? Corina?

I doubt it. He made me promise
never to mention it again.

Thank you, we'll be in touch.

That was Finn Thornberry's wife.

Ex-wife?

No, they're still married. He
hasn't seen her in four years.

He walked out a few weeks
after his son was born.

- The child in the photograph.
- Yeah, he cared enough to keep the picture

Not enough to stick around after
clearing out their account.

A month later, the
unfortunate Mrs Thornberry

discovered he'd been
misappropriating funds

from the community housing
project they both worked for.

Did you ask if there was
anyone with a grudge again Finn?

She didn't name anyone specifically
but reckons it could be a long list.

She's probably right.

This doesn't quite fit with
Andrea's claim that her

son's only fault was being
a little over-confident.

Let's find out whether Corina Craven knew
anything about her late fiance's past.

That can't be right.

Finn and I were getting married.
He was making the arrangements.

Had he got very far with that?

He'd been busy.

Booked the church? Set the date?

No, not yet.

Did you make any attempt to find
out why he was delaying things?

No, I just thought he was busy.

I really trusted Finn.

More fool me.

Thank you.

If you remember anything significant that
he might have mentioned about his past,

please let us know.

You must have been very young
when the village was evacuated.

.

They said we'd be allowed to
return at the end of the w*r

but we were lied to and betrayed.

Have you lived in Great Auburn ever since?

I lived in London for a
while after my marriage

but my husband d*ed when Julian
was a baby and I came back.

I understand you're campaigning to
restore Little Auburn exactly as it was.

Had you been back there before today?

No, but I've always known it was a vital
and precious part of our heritage.

What was your relationship
like with your rival bidders?

Civilised.

- What was your opinion of Finn Thornberry?
- Full of the arrogance of youth.

Do you have any influence
with Roderick that

might make him look on
your bid more favourably?

I'm sure, Inspector, that you
will hear that I had a relationship

with Roderick's father
Tobias before I was married

but that does not put me in a
favourable position with Roderick.

As one of the rival bids,
I'm here to talk to you

about your relationship
with Finn Thornberry.

Oh, we've got no issue with him.

Our bid's obviously the frontrunner.

It's the best investment for Roderick.

Last night, did you come
straight home after the party?

Yes, we came back together.

- Did you speak to Finn at all?
- No.

Although there was something odd. When I
got home, I'd missed a voicemail from him.

- Have you still got it?
- I should think so.

- Why would Finn be calling you?
- I don't know.

I tried to ring him back
but it didn't connect.

"You have no new messages
and one saved message."

"Lucy, it's Finn. Call me
back as soon as you can."

- Any idea what that was about.
- No idea. He never phoned back.

Why didn't you think to tell us this?

Can I help you?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby, Causton CID. And you are?

Julian Lennard. I hope my mother
has been her usual charming self.

Little Auburn clearly
means a great deal to her.

Her family lived there for generations.
Her father

was the last vicar. Her
mother's buried there.

What do you think should happen
to the village, Mr Lennard?

I'm Roderick Craven's solicitor
so I'm staying strictly neutral.

Well, you'd be a brave man to
go up against your own mother.

As Mr Craven's solicitor, you must
be privy to his business affairs.

Do you know which project
he's going to choose?

I couldn't possibly divulge
my client's preference.

I understand

but if I find I can't get
this information elsewhere,

I'll be back to talk to you.

It was YOU, wasn't it?

Are you accusing me of m*rder?

Don't make me laugh. You
wouldn't have the guts.

What, then?

An application to have
Little Auburn declared

a Site of Special
Scientific Interest.

- Got your eco-friendly
fingerprints all over

it. - I have no idea what
you're talking about.

But if there is of rare
plant or wildlife in

Little Auburn, I'm glad
it's being protected!

Father always said you were a waster!

- You're a pathetic failure!
- Get out! - Dad! - Stop it!

You two, stop arguing!

My son's been k*lled and you're
behaving like school children.

Can we please move on from this?

You always think the worst of me.

But it's not me that needs to move on.

It's me. We're going to
have to be more careful.

Any chance of a coffee, darling?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

Call you back.

- Here.
- Thank you.

- Did you and Dad fight when
you were kids? - All the time.

I bet you always won.

Have you thought any more who
you are going to sell to?

It's just I've loved helping
Lucy and Blake design the plan.

It's all going to be so exciting.

'Dad!'

In here.

Hello, darling.

- Sorry, am I interrupting something?
- Of course not.

I've got stuff to do. See
you later, Uncle Rod.

Corina.

Go on, go.

- No!
- Here, boy. There we go.

I've come to tell you I'm not
gonna let our project die.

Really? And who are you going to
be working with now Finn has gone?

- I can lead the project
without him. - Hmn...

Of course! It was too much to hope you
might believe in me for once in my life.

- I never said anything.
- You didn't have to!

All I'm asking is for an
opportunity to prove you wrong,

to show you what I'm capable of.

Good, boy.

Can I show you this, sir? The search team
came across it abandoned in some bushes.

It's new, less than six months old so
I doubt it was left over by the army.

Was it Finn and Corina's?

Eco-warriors don't tend
to use fossil fuels.

They didn't have a vehicle and there
wasn't a generator at the squat.

There is a serial number so I might be able
to find out when and where it was bought.

If you were Roderick Craven, which of
the three proposals would you choose?

If I was thinking about
the money, I'd pick

the villas. They're
offering the best price.

But if I wanted to keep Corina on side and
do some good, I'd pick the eco-village.

If you wanted a quiet life, you'd let
Sylvia Lennard have her living museum.

What would you do?

It would depend whether
I wanted to get Finn

Thornberry out of my
daughter's life or not.

Have you found out anything
about Finn's finances?

Several cash deposits made
over the last couple of months.

Who would be paying regular cash to Finn?

I have a feeling that
this m*rder isn't just

about who wins the fight
for Little Auburn.

You know they belong to me.
Why are you hiding them?

- That is an outrageous accusation.
- It is not an accusation.

- I am asking a question.
- And I'm telling you you're deluded.

You'd like to believe that, wouldn't you?

I had hoped that we could settle
this in a civilised fashion.

But I will get what's mine.

You'll see.

Nothing to worry about. Everything's
heading in the right direction.

- Are you sure?
- My charm will win it for us in the end.

I can't argue with that. You
are quite charming, Lucy.

Thank you.

But we have to be careful.

As an MP, I'm the one in the public eye.

I think you're quite enjoying this.

Besides, it will all be worth
it in the end, I promise.

- And you're not doing anything wrong.
- People around

here wouldn't agree, my
mother-in-law for a start!

And certainly not Julian.

How's Jamie coping with
his first country m*rder?

With gusto.

He's OK, then?

- Better than the others?
- That's not setting the bar very high.

- He talks too much.
- We must have him over for dinner.

You haven't been listening to me.

Yes, I have. You like him.

While Betty was having her
nap, I dug out the latest

news letter from the
Midsomer Historical Society.

And joined Betty in peaceful slumber?

There was a piece in
it arguing that Little

Auburn should be preserved
as a living museum.

- Written by Sylvia Lennard
by any chance? - Very good!

I'm a detective, you know.

So then I rang Dr Granville,
my local historian friend,

to see if she knew anything
more about the place.

And?

It's more gossip than history.
She said the

Cravens were a rackety
lot, by all accounts.

Tobias Craven, who's the
present generation's

father, was a terrible
gambler and womaniser.

Hmn, just like me, darling.

In your dreams!

Paddy!

Paddy! Paddy!

Stupid animal.

Paddy!

Paddy.

Agh! Ugh!

God!

Hello. Police.

I need to report something.

He's been dead around hours.

There are signs of trauma to his head

but I don't think that's what's
k*lled him. His flask was by his side.

Tell me what you can smell.

- Bitter almonds... cyanide.
- Poisoned.

And that's not everything.

I've got something to
show you. Come with me.

There are traces of blood on the body
as well as evidence he'd been dragged.

Look over here... traces of blood.

It's a fox hole trench.

My guess is the victim was
lured here and fell into it.

- First the t*nk. Now a fox hole.
- It's as if the army never left.

Thank you, Kam. Let me know
if you find anything else.

I will do.

Now let's find out what Fred Messenger
was doing here so early in the morning.

- I woke up early. I fancied a walk.
- You know this is still private land.

I grew up here.

And I didn't get a good
look around yesterday.

You lived here as a child
like Sylvia Lennard?

My dad ran the pub. Her dad was the vicar.

Sylvia wasn't allowed to
play with us village kids.

Did you see anyone on your way here
this morning, walkers, cyclists?

Any vehicles on the road?

It was barely light.
It's nearly o'clock.

Everybody's going to be at my pub waiting
for Roderick to announce his decision.

What do you think it was going to be?

Well, we'll never know, will we?

I hope Roderick isn't going
to leave us hanging around.

- Maybe he's done a runner.
- Hasn't got the guts to face us.

- Very likely!
- Hasn't got the guts to face you.

No, Roderick wouldn't do that.

- Are you OK?
- Not really, no.

I don't suppose you are either.

- I just want to get this over with.
- Oh, come on!

- What's he playing at?!
- What's the rush?

I don't like being kept waiting.
I've spent

enough time, money and
effort on this thing.

It's all about to pay dividends.
He's not going

to give it to Sylvia.
Not in a million years.

She's the reason Roderick
has to choose us.

Or this place will be overrun by her type.

Could we have a word in private, please?

Shall we go outside?

You stay here, Josh.

I'm very sorry.

Can you tell me when you last saw him?

Erm...

Yesterday evening. I went to his house.

And you, Mr Craven?

He came into my shop yesterday afternoon.

What did you talk about,
anything that might help us?

Nothing much.

What time did you leave?

I left when he went for his
usual evening walk with Paddy.

Has anyone seen his dog?

Don't worry, we'll look out for him.

And how was he when he
left you, Mr Craven?

I could lie. I could say that he was fine

but it wouldn't take you long to work out
that our relationship wasn't that good.

We had one of our usual
brotherly arguments.

But he was perfectly OK when he left me.

That's it, we're finished! There's
no way Corina's going to sell to us.

We don't know that for sure
and even if it is the case...

What? Sorry, what?

Enlighten me.

Well, it's not the end of the world, Lucy.

When I fell in love with you, you
weren't afraid of a challenge.

I am not afraid of a challenge!

Oh, good grief!

Look, can we just cut our
losses and just leave, Lucy?

Please?

I need to do this for me. You know I
have to make a success of it this time.

For goodness sake, I am just
trying to make you happy.

He just doesn't get it, does he?

Was Roderick Craven a
friend as well as a client?

I'd say so, yes. We'd known
each other since childhood.

I'd been his solicitor
for more than years.

- Did you draw up a will for him?
- Yeah.

Quite a long time ago.

May I see it, please?

No, that wouldn't be right. His
family have yet to see it themselves.

Are they familiar with its
provisions, do you know?

I'm afraid I don't know what Roderick
did or didn't discuss with his family.

The will, please, Mr Lennard.

I've already explained
that's not possible.

We can get a warrant, you know.

If you put it that way...

He left Little Auburn to me?!

Why would he do that?

Does it matter?

You had no inkling that your
brother was planning this?

Well, as you know, we
didn't exactly get on.

And why was that?

That was my fault!

Milo and I got married and his
father cut him out of the will.

I mean, Roderick could
have shared the

inheritance when the old
man d*ed but he didn't.

Forgive my asking but what did
Mr Craven Senior have against you?

Cravens don't marry barmaids.

Not even when they've got them pregnant.

That seems a rather old-fashioned
attitude even for years ago.

Tobias was old-school. Had
half the women in Great

Auburn in his day but
kept the bloodline pure.

Perhaps leaving Little Auburn to Milo
was Roderick's way of making amends.

But what will Corina get?

She will get the house at Great
Auburn and everything else.

If there is anything else.

All the Cravens are hopeless with money.

The grandfather used
to own a racing

stables. Lost the whole
lot in a single bet.

Looks like Blake's about
to send out a search party.

I'd better go.

I am so looking forward to
when it's just the two of us.

You've got five seconds to explain what
you're doing here before I call the police.

How did you get here?

Through the back door
which I found unlocked.

- How did you?
- With Corina's keys.

Corina sent you?

Not exactly.

- What are you doing?
- I'm calling the police.

Please don't do that.

I'm calling them unless you
tell me what you're doing here.

You have five more seconds.

It might take a bit longer than that.

Remember when they took us to watch a
post mortem and the Scottish guy fainted?

You and I had to
take him outside.

Then you suggested we go for
sushi and he nearly fainted again.

Didn't know what he was missing.

Is there anywhere in
Causton that does good

sushi? I usually make
my own packed lunch...

Words can hardly express how uninterested
I am in your nutritional arrangements.

What I am interested in is the
test results from that flask.

It was cyanide but clear for
DNA and prints, I'm afraid.

What about the markings?

Possibly m*llitary.
Probably - years old.

So, when the MOD still had the village?

OK, so we should keep following up any
m*llitary connections to our suspects.

But why would the k*ller use a flask
that led us to that conclusion?

- It's too staged.
- I'm on it, sir. - There

was another thing that I thought odd.
- What?

There were loose hairs on
Roderick Craven's head and

body as though someone
had been pulling it out.

Why would someone pull out his hair?
t*rture? DNA?

A love token.

Maybe we can scale back on these terraces.
This stone is pushing us way over budget.

Lucy said to use the best materials.
I'm not sure

if we can achieve the same
effect if we go cheaper.

It's naturally
sourced in India.

We need to talk about how
to deal with Milo Craven.

Darling, little inappropriate
under the circumstances.

I'm sorry, Dottie, about Roderick.

I can't believe your
father's going to let the

eco-village happen after all
the hard work we've put in.

I still want it just as much as you.

Well, I think we need to make your
father an offer he can't refuse.

Tea?

Did you have a figure in mind?

No.

Didn't think so.

Because we don't have
unlimited funds, darling.

Most of which came and
continue to come from me

so this is a decision that
we need to make together.

We're a team.

I need you. You need me.

You know how good I am at getting
people to do what I want.

Milo, if we sell, we can stop
flogging this dead horse for a start.

Dead horse?

Something good has
got to come of this.

Maybe you can give up
your cleaning jobs now.

I can't believe it. Poor Uncle Rod.

I know, love.

Come on.

The last time I saw him he said he
regretted how things ended up between you.

I told him to tell you
but he said he couldn't.

The night before he d*ed he told me he was
going to go with our luxury villas project

but that'd only make
matters worse between you.

I suppose the eco-village
will go ahead now.

We haven't got that far, to be honest.

I'm sure it's the last thing on your mind.

I just thought that you
should know what he said.

- Just in case...
- Just in case, what?

This isn't about what Roderick
wanted. It's about what Lucy wants.

- That is not fair!
- Isn't it?

Ever since you started
hanging around with

your new friends, you've
barely spoken to us

and now, all of a sudden, here you are!

Lucy, there's nothing I can
do. It's out of my hands.

You see, I don't believe
that. Not for a second.

There's a world of
difference between putting

pressure on a local
planning committee

and going further up the chain.

It upsets me when you
underestimate yourself like this.

I think you are a lot smarter
than you give yourself credit for.

- You're being ridiculous.
- I don't think so.

I'm sure you're going to come
up with something brilliant.

I think that would be for
the best for both of us.

No joy with the jerry can.

I've got the camping shop in Aspern Tallow
trawling through their customer records

although I don't hold out much
hope for their filing system.

Let's concentrate on the information we
do have, see who we still have in play.

Who do you suppose are the only two people
on that board with a criminal record?

Surprise me.

Fred Messenger and Sylvia Lennard.

In , a group of locals
invaded Little Auburn

in protest against the army's
continued occupation of the village.

They stayed a couple of days and then
were arrested, fined and bound over.

Interesting.

I wonder why Sylvia
told me she hadn't been

back to Little Auburn
since she was a child.

I don't remember there being any
record of this invasion in her museum.

What?

What do you mean you can't
do anything about it?

Why should Milo choose what
happens to Little Auburn?

Sylvia, MPs aren't elected
to challenge people's wills.

Milo was his brother.
He owns the land now.

Looks like you have someone more
important than me to talk to. Excuse me.

Inspector.

Mrs Lennard.

- Mrs Lennard.
- Yes.

You were part of a group that broke
into Little Auburn in , weren't you?

What of it?

That event isn't in your museum, is it?

Not worth mentioning.

We pitched camp in Little
Auburn for a few days.

We got turfed out. Achieved nothing.

Accept to earn you a criminal record.

I suppose that's an achievement of sorts.

And Fred Messenger was
there with you, wasn't he?

I can't remember who was
there. It was a long time ago.

Mrs Lennard, I'd hate to think you were
obstructing a m*rder investigation.

- Is there anything else I should know?
- I'm not the criminal here!

It's Fred who was snooping round
Roderick's place after he d*ed.

- What was he doing there?
- How should I know?!

You're the detective. Do your job.

It's so peaceful here.

I can't believe this is all ours.

- Quite something, isn't it?
- Yes.

After all we've been
through, all we've lost...

Did you hear that?

Over there.

Josh!

What's happened, Josh? What's wrong?

He's burning up.

Fred Messenger.

Auburn's finest. How can I help?

It must be good news that your
son-in-law now owns Little Auburn.

I suppose so.

Bit of a surprise.

Let's hope Milo can
prove himself for once.

The village means a lot
to you, I'm guessing.

Oh, go on. Spit it out.

You were involved in a protest to
take back Little Auburn in .

Sylvia Lennard was also
a part of that protest.

When I spoke to her earlier,

she informed me that she found you
in Roderick's house this morning.

Is it true?

Yes.

I was there.

Corina asked me to find her dad's dog.

In the study?

Oh, you can't believe
everything Sylvia Lennard says.

She knew exactly why I was there

but she didn't want you to know

that my family still own
the pub in Little Auburn.

It was won in a poker
game by my grandfather

and the deeds have conveniently been
missing since the village was taken.

- And did you find them?
- No.

But I will

and whatever plans Milo has

will have to involve me.

Ooh!

Oh, sweetheart!

It looks really nasty.

We must get you checked out by a doctor.

I told you, Mum, I'm feeling better now.

- I couldn't find any painkillers.
- OK.

When I get back, I want you to tell
me why you were in the village.

- You haven't told her anything, have you?
- No, Dad, but you need to get back there.

You must get to them now.
One has got loose.

Loose?

For God's sake, Josh!

- Thank you, Mrs Lennard.
- Thank you for your support.

Would you drop one of those off
at the Emporium on your way home?

Are you trying to persuade Milo?
I'm not sure a leaflet will do it.

Since when have you
been a quitter, Julian?

I don't want you to be disappointed.

My whole life is a disappointment!

You couldn't help yourself, could you?

Can you just move along? Stop making
the front of my store look unsightly.

I might have known you couldn't resist
the temptation to set the police on me.

But it backfired.

I told them I was looking for the deeds.

- I was trying to be fair.
- Fair?

You can't move me aside to
preserve your old relics.

- And Milo will do the right thing.
- By destroying the village?

Our past.

Move on!

You're becoming an old
relic yourself, Sylvia.

Steady on.

You've had your say. Now
just leave Mummy alone.

I, er, take it he didn't find
anything at Roderick's house?

Not when I was there, certainly.

I saw him off the premises.

So it sounds like wishful thinking, then.

...for one bathroom. That will do.

Thank you.

I bet you know where
Roderick's put the deeds.

- Are you asking me to be indiscreet?
- What have you got to lose?

And I won't tell your mummy if that helps.

Nice try.

- You look like you need
one of those. - Thanks.

I've just had Fred Messenger
trying to put pressure on me.

I know that feeling.

Milo! But your daughter, quite
rightly, believes our bid is the best.

No, you need to seriously
consider our offer.

We can improve it if that would help?

Please?

So that's the bathroom of
one of the two-bed flats.

- Who was that? - It
was just Milo. - Really?

Yes.

I really tried to talk to Dad but he wasn't
in the mood for talking about the village.

I gathered. Honestly, you're hopeless!

Don't you want us to win? Maybe try
again when he's had a few drinks.

Going to go and powder my nose,
Blake. Large G and T for me.

See you later.

Hello, you.

- Is Lucy in there?
- Sorry, no.

Lucy, it's me.

Where are you?

How are you feeling?

I hope you're not
in any trouble.

Honestly, Mum, it's nothing.
I was just being stupid.

I wanted to check out the village and
fell over. It must have been a branch.

Is Milo about?

Erm, no, he's not at the
moment. Is something wrong?

Tell him I need to speak
to him and it's important.

- What was all that about?
- I don't know.

Where is your dad?

Josh!

Blake Keswick was the only one in
the village with an army background?

Still checking.

He was the first one that came up.
The interesting

bit is he was stationed
at Little Auburn.

He left years ago.

I found a report from his then
commanding officer, Major Haynes.

Blake Keswick was discharged
for attacking a senior officer.

- Do we know who that was?
- The man himself.

Haynes received a nasty
punch after Keswick

accused him of sleeping
with his girlfriend.

Haynes denies it and no-one
backs up Keswick's story.

So, what have we got? Two murders
connected to the m*llitary in some way.

Coincidence?

Or someone trying to point
the finger at Blake?

- He sounds aggressive and unpredictable.
- I'm sure you can handle him.

Let's see what he has to say.

Why haven't you been answering your phone?

- I'm just meeting a supplier.
- "Don't lie. You're a terrible liar."

What's going on? Where are you?

I've had Blake in here looking for you.

- "I'm in the old village. Something's
come up." - "What do you mean?"

What are you doing here?

Milo!

"Milo?"

"Milo!"

OK, Josh, you need to tell
me exactly where your dad is.

What, Little Auburn?

Do we know exactly where he is? OK.

- Mr Keswick, we need to talk.
- Change of plan.

Andrew Craven thinks her
husband is in danger.

Whereabouts?

- Sir?
- Hmn?

Perhaps we should...

It's an old sign. Come on.

Sir.

Sir, stay right where you are.

You've got company.

Get out, Winter.

Got you!

Nicely done, Winter.

Even if you were disobeying orders.

I think we need to see what's
behind this door, don't you?

It's like a sauna in here.

Sir.

I'm terribly sorry, Mrs Craven.

What was he thinking, getting
involved in something like that?

Do you know, Josh?

It's my fault.

What do you mean?

I read about how much
money exotic snakes go for.

I told Dad and we came up with an
idea of breeding them in the village.

- Oh, Josh!
- One got loose and bit me on my arm.

I let the wound get infected.

Dad didn't want me to say anything.

- Who did this?
- That's what we're trying to establish.

Is there anyone who'd clashed
with your husband recently.

No. Apart from Roderick.

Everyone was trying to get him
to talk to them about the village.

Sylvia. Lucy.

And then Blake Keswick
came round asking for him.

Thank you.

If you remember anything
else, please let us know.

I'm sorry.

She's asleep. Took her a while to go down.

She's still asking exactly where Sykes is.

How did your seminar go?

Oh, fine.

I am now fully compliant with
staff performance review protocols.

Lucky you!

Maybe we should get Betty a rabbit
or something to distract her.

For five minutes.

I'll spend more time cleaning the cage out

- than she will playing with Flopsy.
- You're probably right.

It's too soon.

How's the case going?
Anything I can help you with?

Only if you know something I
don't about any of the suspects,

like Lucy or Blake Keswick or local
MP Sujan Lennard for instance.

Wasn't she the one that
had a female partner

then suddenly married
a male solicitor?

You spend too much time
reading online gossip.

And I'm glad that you do.

You know how to keep me on my toes.

This is the first time I've encountered
snake constriction as a method of k*lling.

No two days are the
same in this job.

The ultimate cause of death
is restriction of blood supply.

The victim suffered a sharp blow to
the head rendering him unconscious.

So that's how the k*ller got him
locked in the deadly room of serpents.

- Is that what we're calling it?
- Absolutely not.

There are grazes to his legs
and bruises under his arms

consistent with having
been pulled into the...

Please don't.

...crime scene.

The snakes would then have squeezed
his body, cutting off his blood flow.

His major organs would have
shut down under the pressure.

What a deeply
unpleasant way to go.

When you examined the victim's
head wound, did you notice any...?

No sign of any hair missing.
Sorry.

That village must be cursed. First
one owner dies, then the next.

Under the terms of Milo's will,
Little Auburn now passes to Andrea.

Shall I get Uniform
to keep an eye on her?

Um.

Finn was squatting in Little
Auburn but he didn't own it.

So if this is the same k*ller,

there must be something else
that connects the three deaths.

But what?

If can't be Andrea? She rang
us about Milo going missing.

The perfect cover.

Let's not rule anyone out.

She's very close to her father
and he wants the old pub back

but she surely wouldn't
have k*lled her own son.

Anything come back from
the bank about who was

making cash payments
into Finn's account?

- You think we should
follow the money? - Always.

In fact, let's have a look at all our
suspects' financial ins and outs.

Oh, and it's time to go
and see Blake Keswick.

I didn't mention it because I didn't
think it was relevant. It was years ago.

You didn't think it was
relevant that you were

second in command of an
army unit in Little Auburn?

The place wasn't used
very much by that stage

and so it was where the army
sent its most hopeless officers.

Did you know Roderick Craven back then
or any member of the Craven family?

No.

What about the circumstances in
which you left the army, Mr Keswick?

- Do you think those are
irrelevant too? - Entirely.

It was a fight, that's all.

- You put the other man in hospital.
- Briefly.

And got a dishonourable
discharge.

Only because the other man happened
to be my commanding officer.

It was years ago!

We'll be in touch.

Someone's gone through the bank
statements and they have found something.

- About who?
- Andrea Craven.

Her account is regularly
topped up with small cash sums

- but, also, she deposits a lot of cheques.
- Well, she runs a shop.

No, this is her personal account.
Most of the cheques

come from other Great Auburn
residents... £ , £ .

She's a cleaner. They are
payments from her customers.

Of course. Sorry, I thought
it might have been something.

Maybe it still is.

It's mainly private homes.
It looks like she does

a bit of office cleaning
for Julian Lennard.

That cheque comes from
his company account.

That is interesting.

Find out how often she
cleans his office and when.

Yes, sir.

So, you've been lying to me all this time?

Why?

I didn't tell you about Little
Auburn because it was too painful.

What's your excuse?

Excuse for what? Lying to me.

I don't know what you mean.

Let me give you a little
piece of advice, Lucy.

If you are going to go to the
trouble of acquiring a secret phone,

do not use your date of
birth as your password!

No, that's all I needed.
That's really useful.

According to Julian
Lennard's office manager,

Andrea has been cleaning
for them for three years.

Long enough to trust her
with the keys and alarm code.

Right.

- She goes in after the office
is closed. - Three years?

So she would have been there
when the MOD announced

they were handing the land
back to Roderick Craven.

What are you thinking, sir?

Julian Lennard was
Roderick Craven's solicitor

- so he had his will at the office.
- Easy for Andrea to access. - Possibly.

Perhaps she forged it.
Remember how shocked everyone

was that Roderick left his
estate to his brother.

Let's get Forensics to
take a look at that will.

- Lucy? - Is Julian here? - No.

You shouldn't be here.

It's Blake. I think he's
going to hurt Julian.

What the hell are you talking about?

Sir. There's something here
I think you should see.

Those deposits made into Finn's account
...one was made via an ATM in Oxford.

The bank just sent through
their CCTV footage.

Lucy, what's going on?

We're having an affair
and Blake's found out.

I wouldn't call it that.

Julian and I. Julian and
I were having an affair.

Don't look like that.
Your marriage was over.

How could you?!

- After everything I've done for you?!
- Everything you've done?

- All you did was sweet-talk a
planning committee. - All I did?

Something that goes against
everything I believe in.

So, why did you do it, then?

Because I thought there
was something between us.

We haven't got time for this.
We need to call the police.

No! Come back, Lucy!

What on earth's going on?

- Leave me alone!
- What's happening?

Whoa!

You have to help me! My husband's about
to do something terrible to someone!

Agh!

No, no, no.

Mother.

Will you talk?

I've had enough of listening to you
and everybody else in this town!

- All you ever do is talk!
- If I could just make you understand.

- It's too late for that!
- Agh!

No, please!

No, no!

Thought you could get
away with it, did you?

Move! I've got you now.

No!

- Mummy? - Put that g*n down. What
do you think you're doing? - Move!

Move over there now! Quickly move!

Keep out of my way. This
is between me and Julian.

No, please.

Your son has been having
an affair with my wife.

- That can't be true.
- Are you accusing me of lying?

- Leave her alone!
- STOP TALKING!

I don't want to hear any
more from any of you!

- Including me?
- Huh?

You're an intelligent man, Mr Keswick.

I don't have to tell you
this won't solve anything.

It might make me feel better.

Not for long.

And not in a prison cell.

Don't move!

I never asked her for anything!

Only to be with me. Only me!

You can't force someone into loving you.

- Agh! - Drop it. - Agh!

Come here.

Stay still.

- Blake Keswick, I'm arresting you...
- I'll get you!

Come on, now, Ma.
Everything's going to be OK.

I'm not sure that's the case, Mr Lennard.

We still have some unsolved murders.

Well, you've got him now, the k*ller.

If only it were that simple.

Maybe you could help me
to clear up a few things.

For instance, why were you paying
large sums of money to Finn Thornberry?

He was doing some work for me,

erm, sorting out some planning
issues for Little Auburn.

Ah!

Yet, you didn't want those
payments to be traceable.

So you travelled miles
just to make a deposit.

We have you on CCTV in Oxford.

Why?

I don't recall.

What exactly are you accusing my son of?

What was Finn really doing
for you, Mr Lennard?

Julian, why aren't you answering him?

As Corina's boyfriend, Finn had
access to Roderick Craven's house.

What did you need him to get for you?

Not documents. You already
had access to those.

Something more personal?

What did you do to my grandson?

Your grandson was just a little petty
thief and not a very good one either.

Finn was supposed to be getting you some
DNA evidence to prove your real parentage.

What?

- But he refused. - He had no intention
of building a damn eco-village.

He was just going to take all
the investment money and run.

So, you were performing your civic
duty, protecting the village?

Yes!

You k*lled Finn because
he was blackmailing you.

He knew what you intended to do.

You then tried to throw
suspicion onto Blake Keswick.

Julian, tell me this isn't true.

Mr Lennard, how old were you
when you first became aware

that your mother had
been in a relationship

with Tobias Craven,
Roderick and Milo's father?

- Why is this relevant?
- You know why, Mother.

Being Roderick's solicitor, you had
the opportunity to alter his will

leaving this village to
any surviving sibling.

Then you k*lled Roderick.

Once you got Milo out of the way as well,

it was just a case of
producing your DNA results

and staking your claim as the
rightful heir to Little Auburn.

Julian, you're not the heir.

- What? - Yes, I had
an affair with Tobias.

- He wasn't your father.
- Why are you denying this?

The whole village knew!

I had to live with the shame
and teasing all my life.

I know who I am!

Our officers searched your computer and
found you'd forged Roderick's will.

They also found you're
awaiting confirmation

of a DNA test which
we tracked down.

There was no match between the
two DNA samples that you provided.

Yours and Roderick's.

Tobias Craven was not your father.

No, no, no, this is a mistake!

Who is my father?

And don't, for God's sake, give me that
line about him dying after I was born.

Tell me the truth!

Here is your father.

It was a long time ago.

The invasion of Little Auburn in .

No!

It can be a heady mix, civil disobedience
and cider around the camp fire.

How could you keep this from me?

It's not true! You're lying!

I'm so sorry.

Can you ever forgive me?

Never!

I'm arresting you on
suspicion of the murders

of Finn Thornberry,
Roderick and Milo Craven.

You do not have to say anything
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention, when questioned,
something you later rely on in court.

Mother!

I'm sorry.

For doing your job?

No, for the way I had to do it.

Julian was right. I should
have told him the truth.

But I was ashamed...

...for all the wrong reasons.

I'd never really spoke
to Fred before that night.

He was funny...

...and exciting.

And one thing led to another, as it does.

Then when I discovered I was in trouble...
That's what we called it in those days.

I should never have come back.

Somehow I couldn't keep away.

- Had Fred never wondered
about Julian? - Oh, yes.

But there was a rumour about Tobias and...

...Fred stopped asking.

It's all my fault, isn't it?

No, Mrs Lennard.

You are responsible for your actions

but not for your son's.

Let me find someone to take you home.

Thank you.

I prefer to walk.

Where did you find him?

Paddy went disappeared in Little
Auburn when his master was k*lled.

Kam and I went back this morning with a
bit of filet mignon and he came running.

Clearly a dog with good taste.

Goodbye, Nelson, and good luck.

Paddy, down, boy.

Sorry, sir.

Better see if any of the
Cravens will take him in.

I've tried, sir. The daughter's allergic
to dogs and the niece doesn't have space.

- So, what are you planning to do?
- Well, I...

I'd take him myself but I don't
even know if I'm staying here.

Nelson's attachment has been
extended for at least another year.

The job's yours if you want it.

- Thank you, sir.
- Congratulations, Jamie.

Thank you.

Well done.

So you can start looking for some digs.

Well, it's gonna take me
some time to find somewhere.

I did mention that you and
Sarah recently suffered a loss.

So I was wondering if you
might look after Paddy.

Just for a few days.

By, "A few days", I take
it you mean, "Forever"?

Well...

Hello, boy.

Hiya.

Thank you, Winter.