Midsomer Murders (1997) s10e08 Episode Script
Death in a Chocolate Box
(THUNDER) (SIREN WAILS) (THUNDER) He wants you to look at it.
I think that needs to be cordoned off.
Lord Holm, I'll question you back at the station.
Book him in.
Very good, ma'am.
Put them all together and uh (THUNDER) (GASPS) Here's the prescription you asked for.
All right.
Thank you very much.
The dosage is on the label.
(DOOR OPENS) Dr Wyatt thinks these will help you sleep, Jack.
I suggest you go home and do just that, darling.
Just bring that box Open it.
Put it here, if you can, yeah? That's great, that's fine.
Can you put another one in-between those two? All right? What we could do with is if you drop that and come over here with me (CLANKING OF METAL) Leave it to Amy to do it.
Let's look in the box.
That's all right.
(SIGHS) (CHEERING) Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Mr Ronnie Tyler.
(CHEERING) All right! Can you all settle down! Or you're barred.
(GOOD-NATURED HECKLING) I I've never been much of a one for speeches.
I think Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby's the only one who's ever made me talk.
ALL: Ooooh! But by this time tomorrow I should be well on my way to Paris - the first leg of a walking tour which, with a bit of luck, should take me all the way round the world.
It's not bad when you consider where I was heading: in and out of trouble with the police, regular guest of Her Majesty.
But that was before I started living, by which I mean, of course, really living, here, in Midsomer Holm.
(CHEERING) Perfect.
Where's Eddie? Where's the new boy? Ah! Eddie's just served serious jail time.
Give us a pint.
But from tomorrow he'll begin to find out what it's like to start living in a halfway house.
Don't think of this village as some sort of chocolate box, Eddie, some easy number tucked away on a country estate.
It's half a dozen cottages, handed over to ex-cons like you and me, so we can let ourselves be worked to death for board and lodging.
(LAUGHTER) But it's also a place where you can think about how you want to turn your life around.
It's a second chance.
I'd like to thank Angie and Bob for putting on such a fantastic spread.
(CHEERING) I'm even told Bob managed to smile.
(LAUGHTER) The fact is, Professor The fact is The fact is (KNOCKING) Sorry, my lord.
I think you've forgotten the presentation.
Oh.
Good heavens.
I'd also like to thank Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby for a certain arrest which as it turned out was the first day of the rest of my life.
Aw! Aw.
And last but not least, the owner and benefactor of this village, the ninth Lord Holm, Victor Godbold.
(APPLAUSE) And its creative genius, its intelligence and its driving force, Professor Gina Colby.
(CHEERING) Ronnie, thank you.
Well done, Gina.
(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE) Send you a postcard, and not from Her Majesty's Prison, Timbuktu.
You do that, Ronnie.
Jack? Are you good for a run to the station? Yeah.
Yeah.
I'll take him, Tommy.
Eddie, I'll have a word with you before I go.
All right.
(DOOR OPENS) Look what we found, sarge.
Hello, Sergeant.
These nice young men arrested me again.
Lady Holm.
Coming to tuck me in, boys? Come on, m'lady.
This way, m'lady.
Still don't believe it, do you? Oh, no, I do, I do, I do.
Reforming Ronnie Tyler, that's some kind of achievement.
Not quite so sure of the wisdom of taking on Eddie Marston.
You don't have to say it, Tom.
You've got tacit disapproval written all over your face.
Look, trust me, all right? I know what I'm doing.
Gina, there's another reason I've come here tonight, apart from, you know, saying goodbye to Ronnie.
Is it possible to have a word with Jack? Ah.
Er Jack's been barred by Laughing Bob.
After so many years, isn't it time he told me what's been the problem? Look, believe me, Tom, I've done everything I can.
I'd love to see you two friends again.
GINA: But he knows you're here.
He still says he'd rather not.
You can put mine on if you get too cold.
Come on.
Agh.
Jack's not been in? I'm asking a question.
Yeah, and we all know why.
And what's that supposed to mean? It means I wasn't born yesterday.
More's the pity, Bob.
You could have started building your personality from scratch.
Look.
I know what you think of me.
But it's my name over that door, not lover boy's.
So lover boy is NOT coming in.
(SIGHS) Yes, please? Pint? You never told me there were gonna be fireworks? Proper send-off, Ronnie.
See you later.
See you.
Tommy Crinney, Estate Manager.
Welcome to Midsomer Holm, Eddie.
After the fireworks, I'll show you your digs.
Thank you.
Jack? Jack.
Tom, I I've just been talking to Gina.
Er Look, I know it's been a long time, but is it possible, you know? Sorry, Tom, I can't.
Don't just walk away.
Jack.
I can't, Tom.
I really can't.
Sir.
Never thought I'd live to see it.
What? You rubbing shoulders with villains.
Oh, they're ex-villains now.
Right.
Not all sweetness and light, though.
Oh, that's not one of Gina Colby's patients.
That That was Gina's husband.
Jack Colby.
We were sergeants together.
In fact, we joined uniform exactly the same day.
We used to be known as the "dynamic duo".
He stayed on as a sergeant in uniform, but I moved on to CID.
And he resignedover 16 years ago.
(FIREWORKS CRACKLE) (GASPS OF DELIGHT) So why did he leave? Jack was Duty Sergeant and he regularly found himself in charge of Causton nick on a Friday night.
And as such he was responsible for a group ofstupid sods! Called themselves the "Friday Nighters".
Friday Nighters? At the time, Gina Colby, she was aoh hugely talented, very capable Detective Inspector.
She it was who arrested Lord Holm for the murder of his wife Maria Godbold, when he finally got tired of his wife's frequent and very public affairs.
So why did Jack Colby resign? Because, Jones, latterly those affairs took placed inside the cells of Causton Police Station.
OK.
You make yourself comfortable, yeah? She had a habit of getting herself arrested on drunk and disorderly.
And once work got out exactly what was on offer behind a locked cell door, the men queued up to work on Friday night.
The Friday Nighters? Yeah.
Of course, after Maria's murder, of course, the whole mess became public knowledge.
Now, whether Jack didn't know about it, or did know about it and just turned a blind eye, was never established.
But what is certain is he was Duty Sergeant and as Duty Sergeant - He should have put a stop to it.
Yeah, he should have stopped it.
And when he did shop them, then of course, they were dismissed.
Jack, well, he was ostracised, treated like a pariah.
And eventually he, well, both he and Gina, resigned.
Jones, can you pull into that garage over there? After she resigned, Gina Colby, she retrained as a psychotherapist.
It was her counselling that got Lord Holm an early release.
He was out in eight.
And Jack Colby, he retrained a probation officer.
(CHEERING AND LAUGHTER) Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Bye Good luck, Ronnie.
Bye.
Oh, thank you.
So what's the problem between you and your mate Jack Colby? Oh, I don't know, Jones.
I The problem is that after all this time, my mate Jack Colby still can't face me.
Thanks for the lift.
Good night.
(STARTS CAR) Ronnie Tyler? Who on earth is Ronnie Tyler? Ronnie Tyler is a reformed character, if the evidence of tonight is to be believed.
And that's who you dragged poor Ben halfway across Midsomer County to see? Well, I thought it would do the boy good, to see a rehabilitation scheme that actually works.
It seems to work a bit too well.
I didn't think you were coming home.
All right, I know it's Friday evening.
I did promise to be home by 9:30.
So So.
You bought me some flowers from the all-night garage.
Ronnie, listen.
This came about a month ago.
It was delivered to the Estate Office.
Someone has got a very long memory.
Have you spoken to Gina? I can't talk to Gina.
Not about this.
(TRAIN HOOTS) I need someone to talk to, Ronnie.
What are you doing? Catching a train.
If you need to talk to someone, call this number.
So, did you see him? Jack, yes, I did see him.
See being the operative word.
Do you know, he still wouldn't speak to me.
It's been 16 years.
RONNIE: If you're in trouble, he'll help.
But he'll only help if you tell him the truth.
(WHISTLE) (GROANS) (DULL THUD) Aaaaagh! Hi, Mum, it's us.
No, no, we're still in London.
The rate we're going, we probably won't be there till lunchtime.
Well, what time did you set off? Oh, hang on a minute, Mum.
"Yeah, I think we might have just started moving.
" Oh, Simon! Mrs Barnaby.
I er I thought you might like these.
Aw.
Surprise! Look, Tom, aren't they lovely? Hello, darling.
Seen anything of Jack Colby, Bob? You seen me looking? Morning, Ronnie.
So.
Postman Poulter now, is it? Come on in.
Did you have a good journey? Yeah, not bad.
We decided to leave early and miss the traffic.
I'm not sure how long we'll be able to stay.
Never mind that.
The point is, you're here and it is so good to see you.
I didn't think it'd been that long, Mum.
But there's a difference this time, isn't there, Cully? Your mother is eagerly awaiting your news.
Tom, there's plenty of time.
No, it's OK, Mum.
Why not start with the audition? An audition? Yes, for The Cherry Orchard.
Which is about to go out on an amazing three-months tour.
Starts rehearsals on Monday.
Featuring none other than Heeey! Well done, Cully.
Well done, you.
Thank you.
I told you your Mum'd be pleased.
Yes, it's lovely.
There was one other thing (Can we just maybe tell them later.
) Yeah, um It'll probably take a little bit longer to explain, so Well, we've got all day, haven't we, Tom? Have we? Yes, we have.
Absolutely.
Whoa! I'm Mrs Shrike, Mr Marston.
Melissa Shrike.
Chair of the Welcome Committee.
You got my note? Oh, yes, thank you.
I don't want to be a bother on your first day, but I'd have said the same thing to Mr Tyler.
Gate.
What? Gate.
Better! (MUTTERS) Morning, Postman.
Morning.
(VEHICLE DRAWS UP) Looking for someone? Well, looking for you.
You're early.
First day, Mr Crinney.
Thought I'd start as I mean to go on.
The thing is, Professor The thing is Seen this before? I came on my visit from prison.
Well, this is the Midsomer Holm camera obscura, a miracle of 18th-century optical technology.
It's the eyes of the village.
It's the CCTV camera of its day.
Visitors travel miles to come and see it.
And I'd like you to learn how to clean it.
Mrs Shrike.
Good morning, sir.
How's the new neighbour? He's with Mr Crinney, sir.
If first impressions are lasting, he's unlikely to be my neighbour for very long.
Oh, I'm sure the Professor will lick Mr Marsden into shape in no time.
Marston, sir.
Mr Marston.
I dare say Mr Crinney will be pointing out a few do's and don'ts.
Shall we say breakfast in half an hour? Half an hourwill suit me fine.
Anything with money in? Not your lucky day, I'm afraid.
Someone needs to start paying their bills.
(SIGHS) Tell me about it.
Sir.
(VAN STARTS) (SIGHS) Morning, Melissa.
Where is everyone? LORD HOLM: The fact is, Professor The fact is .
.
I'm in love with you.
I'm in love with you.
I've been in love with you since the first moment we met.
This may come as a bit of a shock to you, but I don't want to spend my life as your patient.
I want our relationship to blossom if you see what I mean.
(DOOR OPENS) Er Professor.
Victor.
Ah - Have you seen Jack? Is he looking for me? He's not been home all night.
Is that your play? Yeah.
Who's this character you're playing? Varia.
And what is she? She is Madam Ranyevskaya's eldest daughter.
Wants to join a convent, to become a nun and has got a thing about needing to be helpful, but in fact, ends up driving everybody mad.
And the director thought that was you? Yup.
I've put clean towels out for you.
And which do you think would be the best vase for Simon's lovely flowers? Oh, are the others from you? Oh, the others are from the garage.
Come on.
Patio's looking nice.
What? They should put some plants just over there.
New Zealand? Do you think this is just a holiday? Are we entertaining some other theory? They're going to emigrate.
She can't be that serious.
She's only just met him.
Yes.
Well, that shows how much you know about romance.
I I think we can assume that Ronnie caught his train and that Jack maybe Jack has just left us.
He's cold.
Oh, my God! Victor, call the police.
Call Tom Barnaby! Professor, I'm .
.
I'm so sorry.
Mum, can you help me with my lines? Mm.
Isn't that your job now? God, no.
He's about as useless as you are, Dad.
Mum.
So, right, just the part here.
(PHONE RINGS) So if you Barnaby? It's Victor Godbold, Lord Holm.
Chief Inspector, there's been a terrible accident.
It's Jack Colby.
Seriously, little Mother, to be quite frank, he's a good man, and Jack Colby's dead.
We've got the usual injuries associated with a car smash.
We've got bruising and abrasions to the face and upper body.
And we're still looking at the Land Rover.
But they found these inside his coat pocket.
What's that? Ativan.
It's a benzodiazapine, a sort of tranquiliser, used in the short-term treatment of anxiety.
I should be interested to know how much is in his bloodstream.
But you're saying that's not why he died? That's exactly what I'm saying.
And I don't think he died in the accident.
He's been belted by the proverbial blunt instrument.
You're probably looking at something like a heavy iron bar.
A post mortem will tell us more, but he's been struck once and with considerable force.
Tom.
I know you and Colby used to be friends.
But given what I've seen so far, I've got to tell you, he was definitely murdered.
Well, nobody's told me anything.
Do you know anything? Tell you what, Ange, don't listen to me from now on, love.
I've been telling kids for years there's no such thing as Father Christmas.
You know what? After all this bloody time, it turns out there is.
(CHUCKLES) Gina.
Did Bullard tell you how he died? Do you feel up to answering one or two questions? Oh, Tom.
Could you? Well, you'll know what they're going to be, won't you? Can we start with uh When did you last see Jack? Last night outside the pub.
Just before he left for the station.
And did he seem his usual self? What I'm getting at, Gina, is that I really felt he wanted to speak to me last night.
But he didn't, and I wondered if there was something else on Jack's mind, something other than his difficulty with me .
.
which might provide us with a motive for murder.
We've got six ex-offenders at the moment, Tom.
I can't see any of them wanting Jack dead.
Eddie Marston.
The first time Eddie Marston was sent down Jack put him away, second time it was me.
Both times it was GBH.
Eddie Marston wouldn't have done this.
If anything, Eddie owes Jack.
Jack talked the parole board into giving Eddie his early release, so he could come to Midsomer Holm.
Did you know that Jack was on medication? Ativan.
Prescribed by Dr Wyatt.
Jack started having trouble sleeping about a month ago.
(SIGHS) As well as being a first-class probation officer, Jack's been a brilliant administrator at Midsomer Holm.
But lately he started to let things slide.
The bank started calling in loans.
If we're not careful, the whole project might have to fold.
A week ago, Jack was relieved of some of his duties, in favour of a man called Tommy Crinney.
Was he? By whom? There's something called the Welcome Committee.
It's a council of residents, chaired by Lord Holm's housekeeper Melissa Shrike.
How did you feel about Jack being elbowed out like that? I thought easing him aside might take the pressure off.
Tom.
I want you to find the evil bastard who did this and lock him up and throw away the key.
Now that's more like the DI we used to know.
All right, sir? Yes, yes, I am.
Well, we'd best get going.
We made a start already.
The senior conductor on the 22:53 from Holm Lane Junction was a man called Lenny Leigh.
Nothing gets past him, apparently.
We're trying to get in touch with him to see if he remembers seeing anyone fitting Ronnie's description.
Well, while we wait for Mr Leigh, I'd like to get back to Midsomer Holm.
I did one other piece of checking.
Bob Walker, the landlord of The Safe Haven, was involved in a bit of a domestic last night, whilst you were in the gents.
His wife wasasking after Jack Colby, if you know what I mean.
Was she? Yeah.
I ran Mr Walker through the computer.
Turns out he's got a bit of form.
In 1989, he ran a pub called The Feathers and he cracked someone's skull with a pool cue.
Well, I think we should pay him a visit.
(CLANKING OF WINDING MECHANISM) (KNOCK AT DOOR) Oh, Mrs Shrike.
Dreadful business.
Yes.
Yes, it is a dreadful business.
But this is not a good place for you to be.
It's not healthy.
I thought Your Lordship might be ready for his lunch.
To be served in the kitchen in 15 minutes.
Steak and kidney.
Thank you, but um .
.
what with just having seen Jack dead, I don't think I could face steak and kidney.
I think the Professor needs me.
Right, Jones, get yourself over to the office.
Get hold of Mr Crinney.
He's taken over from Jack.
Ask him where we can find Mr Eddie Marston.
Do you know why? Because I can't get far enough away from you! No, no.
I'm all ears now.
(SHOUTS AND SCREAMS) All right! OK! I'm going! I can't stand the sight of you! Get out of my house now! Shut up! Shut up! Will you shut up! I shall be with mine hosts.
(GASPING) And you can stay up there and rot, for all I care! (DOOR SLAMS) Just give me a minute.
Pint? Er No, not for me, thank you.
I'm here on police business.
I couldn't help but notice you were having an altercation with your husband.
(LAUGHS GRIMLY) Believe me, this is nothing.
Oh, yes, indeed.
My sergeant overheard your argument last night.
(WHISTLES) Ah, Mr Crinney.
Who's asking? Detective Sergeant Jones.
Oh, yes.
You were here last night.
I'm looking for your newest arrival.
Oh, you mean Eddie Marston? Join the queue.
(SIGHS) (DOOR OPENS) I'm so sorry, Professor.
I'm - Victor.
I just wanted to say, I'm terribly sorry about what's happened, to give you my condolences, and um to say um the fact is, Professor, I'm I uh The fact is Well, there it is.
Um What happened to Jack? Well, you know what happened.
You were with me when I found him.
Yes, yes.
I still have these lapses of memory.
I wanted to make sure.
I I remember the presentation.
And then I presume that Jack and Ronnie got into the car and drove away.
But there were fireworks, Victor.
You remember the fireworks? Fireworks.
It was fine, Victor.
Everything was fine.
Well, as I say - Victor.
May I have a few moments? Yes, I'm I'm terribly sorry.
I'm so sorry.
ANGIE: This all started a month ago.
Loneliness and Southern Comfort at three in the morning, Chief Inspector, it's a heady mix.
I can't get two kind words out of laughing boy.
Haven't been able to for years.
Jack said he couldn't talk to Gina.
So you talked to each other instead.
Jack wasn't happy.
I mean, he really wasn't happy.
Something was getting to him.
Something so bad, he couldn't even talk about it to me.
Have you got any idea what that was? I know when it happened, though - a month ago.
Jack was his old self one minute and .
.
the next he was sitting at this bar, looking as if he'd just seen a ghost.
Mrs Walker, did your husband know that you and Jack were having an affair? Who said we were having an affair? No joy? No, sir.
Mr Crinney's already looking.
He turned up for work this morning, but he's not been seen since news of Colby's death.
Do you think he's involved, sir? What I think, Jones, is that Eddie Marston is a nasty piece of work with a long history of violence and a long standing grudge against Jack Colby.
So he might have a very good reason to disappear.
And since one very inviting theory concerning an extra-marital affair has just been demolished I'd very much like to find him.
What's this? I'd like some time off.
I believe I'm due several weeks' leave.
I'm sure you and the Professor will manage once I'm out of the way.
Mrs Shrike - You don't want breakfast, you don't want lunch.
I'm clearly not needed.
You're with the Professor, so I'm going.
I'm sure you'll be very happy.
You've never understood women, Victor.
See! (CLANKING OF WINDING MECHANISM) Yes, sir.
I'll get onto it straightaway.
We've started looking and we want anything we can on it.
And we need it soon, OK? These last pieces Statement, sarge.
Oh, sir.
Statements from Midsomer Holm.
Everyone in The Safe Haven after Ronnie Tyler's party.
Oh, and Stephens has unearthed something interesting, sir.
Dr Wyatt was a consultant.
He prescribed a drug which almost killed one of his patients.
He was nearly struck off.
Did the GMC charge Dr Wyatt? He quit before he was pushed, sir.
That's why he's at Midsomer Holm.
He was lucky to find somebody like Professor Colby to take him on.
That's good, Stephens, thank you.
Now, I want you to find anyone who hasn't got an alibi for the time Jack Colby left the village.
Anyone with an axe to grind, with a grudge, that kind of stuff.
And then I want you to chase up the conductor of the 22:53, our Mr Leigh, because he may be the last person to have seen Jack Colby alive.
Apart from the killer, sir.
And then there are some other people I want you to chase up.
The Friday Nighters.
George.
I have discovered why Jack Colby was on that Ativan stuff.
He started having nightmares a month or so ago, went to see his doctor, got it prescribed.
I'm hoping this is the time of death? Around midnight, same time as the crash.
But that's not really why I'm here.
We found this in the Land Rover on the driver's side.
And Well, I recognise the number.
I wondered if you knew why it was there.
Thought perhaps Colby was trying to tell you something.
It's your number, sir.
My husband drank himself to death, on champagne.
He was a terrible drunkard.
And then, for my sins, I fell in love and went off with another man.
Now just really go for it.
Oh, the sins I've committed! I've always squandered money, completely at random.
(GASPS) Yermolai Alexeyevich! Cully, I don't think you should encourage your mother.
There you go.
Thank you.
(PHONE RINGS) DS Jones.
Wait, wait Great.
Wait.
Excellent.
Where? Do I take it it's not exactly case closed? No, it's not.
I'm sorry, Joyce.
This is going to take some time.
We'd begun to suspect as much.
Let's just hope they don't have to rush off back to London.
Joyce, was there a call for us last night, just before I came in? Phone call? Yeah.
No.
Who were you expecting to hear from? Jack Colby.
Our number was scribbled on a beer mat.
George Bullard found it.
Wellyou always said he owed you an explanation, Tom.
Listen, Joyce, Tom.
We We were wondering if you might fancy lunch on us.
Somewhere nice, like The White Lion.
Ooh, The White Lion.
Then we call all sit down together and umtalk.
Something's come up and Cully and I have to head back to London tonight, so we thought (PHONE RINGS) Oh.
Sorry.
Excuse me.
Yeah.
It's a wonderful idea.
Barnaby.
Is it always like this? Yep.
See you at 1:30, The White Lion.
Right.
So So all the description fits? It seems like it to me, yeah.
And he had a rucksack? He did indeed, yeah, yeah Mr Leigh? This is Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.
How do you do, sir? Your sergeant's been filling me in.
You want to know about the bloke with the rucksack.
That's right.
What can you tell me about him? All I know, he was as quiet as a mouse.
It was the other bloke.
He'd got an envelope about so big.
And did this other fellow post it? Yeah.
There is a post box at Holm Lane Junction.
Saturday collection.
Sorting Office.
(TRAIN ANNOUNCEMENT) What was in that envelope, Jones? It's got to be something that Jack knew about the Friday Nighters.
I've done some checks on them, sir.
It WAS an internal investigation.
They were all dismissed from the service.
No charges were laid, except for one.
PC Poulter, right? Yeah.
Found a load of dodgy gear in his locker.
He was on remand in Causton, but got off on a technicality.
Where is he now? This is it, sir.
He's a postman.
JONES: About a month ago, his round changed to include Midsomer Holm.
What do you want? What we were talking about this morning, yeah? I've got it.
All written out.
Addressed to Barnaby? Oh, yes.
We're in business, then.
I'll call you.
Oh, you've put on weight.
Jones.
OK.
Thank you.
I take it I don't have to sign for this? Let's go, eh? POULTER: I didn't kill him.
I haven't killed anyone.
I didn't even know Jack Colby was dead.
Then what were you doing with this? Mr Poulter, you are here because of a very brutal murder.
You must know, as an ex-policeman, that the penalty for aiding and abetting in that murder is severe.
I didn't write that.
Check my writing.
Well, tell me who did.
That's where you're doing yourself no good at all, Mr Poulter, because I believe this man, whose name you're not telling me .
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is Eddie Marston.
You and Eddie Marston spent time together in Causton jail - six weeks, And yesterday morning, Eddie Marston was released from his latest stretch in Causton jail, on parole, on condition that he undergo a course of reformative psychotherapy with Professor Gina Colby, whilst living at a halfway house in Midsomer Holm.
You're not saying anything, Mr Poulter.
Is that because you suspect that I know that one month ago your postal round was changed, to include Midsomer Holm? My guess is that you went to the Manor House .
.
and to your surprise and great delight, the door was opened by Jack Colby.
Well, well.
Jack Colby.
And in the pink, by the look of it.
BARNABY: This'll interest you.
I am told, from the time you started your postal round in Midsomer Holm, quite large sums of money have been disappearing.
And when you started your round this morning, you must have had a great shock, mustn't you, eh? Morning, Ronnie.
So.
It's Postman Poulter, is it? You suddenly realised you'd have to share those rich pickings with Eddie Marston.
(DOOR OPENS) Oh, and here's the Sergeant, to tell me who you were calling on your sorting office pay phone.
Eddie Marston, sir.
Ooh, what a surprise.
Called him on his mobile.
I'm guessing he's not as much Royal Mail as blackmail.
Eddie Marston's revenge on Jack Colby for getting him 11 years.
So was it you or Eddie Marston who killed Jack Colby? Constable.
Sir? Mr Poulter is already very familiar with our cells.
Can you find him a small one, please, so he can do some hard remembering? All by himself.
But you did say, sir, that Jack Colby went out of his way to get Eddie Marston INTO Midsomer Holm.
I did.
It's cos he was being stupid.
He thought he could stop a blackmail attempt by finding Eddie Marston an easy billet.
I wonder if this is what you might be looking for, sir.
From Jack Colby to the Probation Service, sir, dated last month, recommending Eddie Marston for transfer to the halfway house at Midsomer Holm.
Thank you, Stephens.
Thank you.
I also compared the handwriting on the beer mat, sir, with Ronnie Tyler's writing.
See? It matches.
Which could mean Ronnie Tyler was encouraging Jack to talk to you.
Jack must have unburdened himself to Ronnie Tyler on their way to the station.
And Ronnie told Jack to do what he'd wanted to do all that evening, that is, talk to me.
Thank you.
Good, good.
If Jack Colby was a target for blackmail, he must have had something to hide, mustn't he? Something that Eddie Marston knew about the Friday Nighters.
Tom, I've just had a call.
George.
I'm just about to arrest Eddie Marston for the murder of Jack Colby.
In that case, Tom, you'll have to think again.
I've just been called out to Midsomer Holm.
Eddie Marston's been murdered.
POLICEMAN: That area's been sorted out.
I'm sorry, I can't tell you anything.
Thank you.
Hi, George.
What happened? Killed by a single blow to the head, similar to the one that killed Jack Colby.
Don't quote me, but I'd say remarkably similar.
Who found him? Tommy Crinney, sir.
Says he walked in and nearly fell over him.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Yeah.
Same MO, same injuries, usually means same killer.
Big question is - Who would want to kill Jack Colby and Eddie Marston? Who was the last person to see him alive? That's Tommy Crinney again, sir.
He spotted him coming out of Jack Colby's office, thought he looked suspicious.
LORD HOLM: The thing is, Professor The thing is I almost think I might be happier back in prison.
CRINNEY: Excuse me, do you have any idea how long it's going to be? Jones, could you go and ask Crinney if he's got any idea what exactly Marston was doing in here? Yes, sir.
(DOOR CLOSES) (KNOCK, DOOR OPENS) Er I'd like to say something.
The fact is, Professor, I'm in love with you.
I've been in love with you since the first moment we met.
We first met, Victor, when I arrested you for murder.
(SNIFFS) I've been thinking and I can't let an opportunity like this go by.
Now .
.
I could be happy with you.
I don't want to live life as a patient.
I want to know if you can be happy with me.
I know what you've done for me.
It's only been you that's stood between me and utter madness.
But .
.
I am a man.
I don't want psychotherapy.
I want to know whether you can love me as a person.
I like you.
You like me? I can't love you.
You can't love me? No.
But you were never happy with Jack! Tommy Crinney says he's got no idea what Marston was looking for.
Jack Colby, he's written me a letter, something to do with Maria Godbold.
LORD HOLM: Oh No! GINA: Victor! Let go of me now! Jones.
LORD HOLM: Only Oh! Stop it now.
No What the? I used to box at Eton.
Yeah? Well, I did karate at Causton Comp.
Agh! That's enough.
Victor! (GASPS) This interview timed at 16:33.
Those present: Detective Sergeant Jones, Chief Inspector Barnaby - And Victor Charles Winston Godbold, ninth Lord Holm.
Now, Lord Holm, you do understand, don't you, that you are here further to a charge of assault, following an incident in the Lodge House of Holm Manor? Yes.
Perhaps it will be best if you tell us in your own words what happened.
It's quite simple.
I wanted to ask Professor Colby to marry me.
I was er speaking to her, and the next thing I know, you and the Sergeant come barging in and without any warning, Sergeant Jones is trying to grab me.
I warned him, by telling him I used to box.
And um And I tried to hit him.
Oh, you admit trying to hit him? There's no point in denying it.
But you weren't exactly speaking to Professor Colby, were you? I wanted to kiss her full on the mouth.
It was clumsy.
And inappropriate.
Quite rightly, she tried to resist me.
Lord Holm, I wonder if you'd tell me Do you recognise that? It's the um winding mechanism, from the umcamera obscura.
Yes, it is.
And are you aware that Eddie Marston has just been murdered? He has? We have evidence to suggest that the injuries to Jack Colby and Eddie Marston were caused by that same winding handle, wielded as a weapon.
And in view of my previous conviction, you want to know if I did the wielding.
I've always found it difficult to speak to women, especially where feelings are concerned.
(CLEARS THROAT) Background and breeding, Chief Inspector.
A man of my class can become repressed, and as Freud says, repression leads to frustration.
And um .
.
then one very, very dark night, your frustration gets the better of you and you snap.
By you, I mean me.
By snap, I mean .
.
I murdered my wife.
I always want the truth to be beautiful, Chief Inspector, despite the fact that the truth usually hurts.
I've no recollection whatsoever of killing Maria .
.
nor anything else that night.
And no amount of therapy or coaxing has ever brought any of it back.
I have no recollection of killing Jack .
.
though I've wanted him out of Gina's life for years.
But II couldn't give a damn about that Marston man.
Follow me.
Oh.
So what do you think? I'd love to know what Jack Colby was trying to tell me about Maria Godbold and the Friday Nighters.
That's what I think.
Hm.
Tom.
I'm sorry, Gina.
I can come back.
No, no.
It's fine, Tom, please.
Please come in.
I um I just needed to spend some time here.
Just sort of kidding myself I'm tidying Jack's things.
Looks like he did a pretty good job of tidying that himself.
Hm.
Are you still on duty? Yes.
Just a large one.
To Jack.
To Jack.
We're hanging on to Lord Holm.
I can't believe what's happened.
It's not exactly unheard of, patient to therapist, someone confusing dependency for love, but I'm hoping you're not here to tell me that Victor murdered Jack.
Well, yes.
Yes, I am.
Jack's injuries were similar, very similar to Maria Godbold's, and certainly to the injuries of Eddie Marston.
So it's got to be.
I'm just waiting for the forensic confirmation that Lord Holm is indeed the killer in each case.
Gina, umI really want to tell you how sorry I am.
I mean, whatever the problem was between Jack and me, whatever the reason he couldn't speak to me .
.
you've lost a good husband.
Now umI believe that Jack and Eddie Marston, they were both killed because of this.
Last month or so, your village postman has been one Mr Lionel Poulter.
Look at this.
Now, he was one of Jack's Friday Nighters.
I haven't got everything out of him yet, but I do know he was acting whilst being threatened by Eddie Marston.
I think Jack wanted to talk to me about all of that just before he was killed.
Now, diddid Jack ever mention this to you? God! You all right? Yeah, I'm fine, Tom.
It's um It's the shock of seeing this again.
You've seen this before? Well, yes, I saw it at the time, of course, but then it cropped up again about a month ago, in the morning post.
Jack said not to worry - it was just some nutter.
Gina, you told me Jack started having trouble sleeping about a month ago.
You also told me that you didn't know why that was, you didn't know what was troubling him.
Why didn't you mention this? Oh, sorry.
Oh, no.
Tommy, that's fine.
You just carry on.
I don't know.
I don't know, I must have forgotten.
Are you all right, Tom? Yes, yes.
George, what can I do for you? Post mortem reports.
I've had to trawl back through some ancient history.
But the physical evidence is conclusive.
It's just as we thought.
The injuries to Jack Colby and Eddie Marston exactly match those to Maria Godbold.
They told me at the front desk Lord Holm has more or less confessed.
If there's nothing else this evening, the Custody Sergeant wants to release Lionel Poulter.
Are you with us, Tom? Yes, I am.
And I'm extremely grateful for all your hard work, both of you.
But .
.
I don't think Lord Holm is our killer.
Oh, you don't believe all that guff about him not being able to remember doing it, sir? Why? Why would he have done it, Jones? Why? Because he wanted someone else's wife.
And why, after 16 years, is he still on this Ativan, prescribed by his Dr Wyatt, eh? I've just given you conclusive forensic evidence.
Even if - it's a very big if - there's another winding handle, absolutely identical to the one from the camera obscura, blood and other materials matches the victims' skulls in three cases.
And then there's the angle and pattern of the injury, also repeated in all three murders, suggesting irrefutably to me, that those three people were killed by one man.
Plus, by his own admission, Lord Holm was madly in love with Gina Colby.
It's Saturday, Tom.
You've got all the evidence you need.
Close the case.
George, look.
As a crime of passion, I can just about see Lord Holm killing Maria Godbold in a fit of rage.
I can also, funnily enough, see him killing Jack Colby, because, as you say, Jones, he was helplessly, hopelessly, in love with Jack's wife.
At a stretch, I can also see him battering Eddie Marston to death.
But what I cannot see is this old man, who's on drugs, on Ativan, for stress, for anxiety, sitting there, calming chatting and joking with all and sundry, just before he's about to go out and commit a murder.
You see, that is the mark of a cold-blooded killer.
And love-sick and repressed our noble Lord may be, but he's very, very far from being cold.
And if Lord Holm didn't kill Eddie Marston or Jack Colby, then the Holm case is all nonsense, because he couldn't have killed Maria Godbold either.
So what do you want to do? Reopen the Holm case? Yes, I do.
(GROANS) Look, Jack Colby got Eddie Marston into Midsomer Holm because he was being blackmailed, and that was because, according to Eddie, because Jack had used the Friday Nighters to save his own skin.
But he didn't save his own skin, did he? I mean, Jack Colby resigned his career because shopping the Friday Nighters turned him into some kind of pariah.
I'm having a difficulty understanding how he could have saved himself when he'd resigned, hm? Andthen there's this.
Why did Detective Inspector Gina Colby, why did she resign her wonderful career, so soon after Lord Holm had been convicted? Hey, why? Because being married to an officer who had become a pariah made her own position untenable.
Yeah, that was the reason given out at the time.
But she was a senior officer, Jones.
She was never a party to any of that Friday Night stuff.
She could have ridden that out.
No.
There has to have been more to Jack's involvement.
Much more.
And that, I think, was what he was trying to talk to me about the night he died.
So what do I tell the Custody Sergeant to do with Poulter? Well, you Well, you tell him to keep him firmly locked up.
This is the one.
Thank you.
JACK'S VOICE: "Dear Tom, I haven't been able to face you, but then I guess you already know that.
I should have told you, but I've been too busy running from the truth.
I shopped Poulter and Wray, not because they'd let everyone down, but because I'd let myself down in a cell .
.
with Maria Godbold.
" I've just come from the Station.
Poulter's admitted taking a letter from the envelope to use as insurance against Eddie Marston.
This is it.
He also confirmed that Jack Colby met Marston in prison.
(CELL DOOR OPENS) Hello, Eddie.
Funny old life, isn't it? I'm your new probation officer.
Were you the last one to shag Maria Godbold? (PLAYS SHORT FLOURISH) Jack Colby shopped the Friday Nighters, having become one of them.
That's why he couldn't face me.
So that answers that question.
But who would want to kill Maria, then Jack, then Eddie? (HAMMERING) (REPEATED HAMMERING ON DOOR) (THUNDER) (DOOR CLOSES) Dr Wyatt? Are you going somewhere? I've quit, Chief Inspector, over my prescription of Ativan for Jack Colby.
Just like you've quit before, eh? In common with most prescribed drugs, Ativan is largely beneficial, but it does have some unfortunate side effects.
Yes, so I'm told, one of which is severe loss of memory, caused by sustained and continuous use over a long period of time.
You also prescribed Ativan to Lord Holm, didn't you? Dr Wyatt, this is now a crime scene.
I'm asking you, I'm telling you, don't leave the village.
I should unload your stuff.
Tom, what are you doing here? I wanted to tell you what happened.
I wanted to know why Detective Inspector Gina Colby resigned after so cleverly solving the Holm case? You know, I used to lie awake at night, wondering why you did it.
Why on earth would a woman who was surely going to make at least Chief Constable, why would she suddenly throw everything away? And Gina, I think, I've found the answer.
(RECORDER PLAYS) HOLM: I wanted to ask Professor Colby to marry me.
I wasspeaking to her and the next thing I know you and the Sergeant come barging in, and without any warning, Sergeant Jones is trying to grab me.
(RECORDER OFF) And that is exactly as it happened.
Exactly.
Lord Holm finds his passion, his capacity for extreme, intense emotions, that may lead to violence, impossible to deal with.
So much so, that he blanks those thoughts from his mind.
But there you heard him giving a very well remembered, precise, detailed account of bursting into your office, pinning you to your couch and This led me to wonder why it was he could remember the extreme emotion of attacking you but not of attacking his wife.
And there was something else I didn't understand.
Why did you insist that your Dr Wyatt went on prescribing Ativan for Lord Holm? It's a short-term treatment drug, isn't it, eh? But that was your way of keeping Lord Holm confused and disoriented, wasn't it? The same way you wanted to keep Jack, after he complained to Dr Wyatt about having nightmares.
But he opened his post one morning and foundand found this.
So I thought, well, I'd better drive over there, just as you did 16 years ago, the night Maria Godbold, Lady Holm, was killed.
Jack wrote to me.
He wouldn't speak to me.
But he wrote to me.
And he confessed that he actually joined in with the Friday Nighters.
And he also told me something else, Gina.
This is the letter.
That's why I found you in Jack's study, wasn't it? You weren't in there coping with grief.
You were in there looking for this.
See, Gina, Lord Holm doesn't remember killing Maria Godbold, because Lord Holm didn't kill Maria Godbold - you did .
.
for having sex with your husband in one of the cells.
And then you had to kill Jack and Eddie Marston, to stop that truth coming out.
Tom, this is crazy.
It was going so well for you, wasn't it? Well, you weren't to know that your village postie was a Friday Nighter who'd been got at by Eddie Marston, were you? (DISTANT THUNDER) Do you know, Gina, there was a time when I admired you, I looked up to you, wanted to be like you.
Top cop, you.
And now what are you, Gina Colby? Eh? You area murderess.
You murdered Maria Godbold.
How could you do that? The little bitch was a total whore.
You killed her.
All I wanted to do was tell her to stay away from Jack.
But you killed her.
She attacked me! You killed her.
There was only one thing on your mind - find a way out.
And there was one.
LORD HOLM: Maria! Because as Lord Holm bent over the dead body of his wife .
.
you arrested him.
And when Lord Holm said that he couldn't remember the murder, you calmly put him on your couch and What did you say to him? You're suffering from traumatic amnesia? That he was in denial? That he should be "moving on"? The counselling continued.
And just in case Lord Holm wanted to dwell in the past, you prescribed him these, didn't you? Get in his way.
Same stuff you prescribed Jack, when he started having nightmares and found that Did you know that Jack had kept that? I didn't know where it was.
But I saw him put it in the Land Rover just before I spoke to you.
CRINNEY: Welcome to Midsomer Holm, Eddie.
After the fireworks, I'll show you your digs.
BARNABY: When they set off for the station, you know, finally, you had to do something.
Aaaagh! Poulter, Marston, they didn't know that you'd killed Maria Godbold.
But Jack knew, didn't he? Couldn't risk the truth coming out.
Indeed you couldn't.
And for that crime, ex-Detective Inspector Colby, I'm arresting you for murder.
I feel sick.
(GASPS) Open the door.
Aagh! (HORN BLARES) (GINA GASPS) (GRUNTS) Gina! Noooooo! GUARD: I can't see.
(DOOR OPENS) Case closed, then, sir? Yes.
Thank you.
You know what I realised, What have you realised? We caught the woman who put the "psycho" into psychotherapy.
(VEHICLE APPROACHES) Are you sure you can't hang on? Honestly, Mum, we've really got to go.
Cully.
Simon.
I'm so sorry I missed lunch yesterday.
Are you all right? Yeah, I'm fine.
Are you going? Yeah, sorry, Dad.
We have to.
It's business, Tom, a gig I can't afford to miss.
But umthere was something that we wanted to tell you, so - I have a request, sir .
.
for your beautiful daughter's hand in marriage.
Oh I'd have asked yesterday at lunch.
That's entirely my fault.
We do have to go, though.
You get on.
Cully.
Love you.
You take care.
Take care.
Bye.
(CAR STARTS) Was that a tear? No, I was just wondering how you might feel if I went in tomorrow morning and asked for a few days' leave.
Leave?! Yeah.
Just you and me, go away somewhere for a while.
What, you mean somewhere like Bournemouth? No, I don't mean somewhere like Bournemouth.
I thought, if they're going away to New Zealand for a honeymoon .
.
why don't we beat them to it? ITFC SUBTITLES Kemuel Solomon
I think that needs to be cordoned off.
Lord Holm, I'll question you back at the station.
Book him in.
Very good, ma'am.
Put them all together and uh (THUNDER) (GASPS) Here's the prescription you asked for.
All right.
Thank you very much.
The dosage is on the label.
(DOOR OPENS) Dr Wyatt thinks these will help you sleep, Jack.
I suggest you go home and do just that, darling.
Just bring that box Open it.
Put it here, if you can, yeah? That's great, that's fine.
Can you put another one in-between those two? All right? What we could do with is if you drop that and come over here with me (CLANKING OF METAL) Leave it to Amy to do it.
Let's look in the box.
That's all right.
(SIGHS) (CHEERING) Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Mr Ronnie Tyler.
(CHEERING) All right! Can you all settle down! Or you're barred.
(GOOD-NATURED HECKLING) I I've never been much of a one for speeches.
I think Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby's the only one who's ever made me talk.
ALL: Ooooh! But by this time tomorrow I should be well on my way to Paris - the first leg of a walking tour which, with a bit of luck, should take me all the way round the world.
It's not bad when you consider where I was heading: in and out of trouble with the police, regular guest of Her Majesty.
But that was before I started living, by which I mean, of course, really living, here, in Midsomer Holm.
(CHEERING) Perfect.
Where's Eddie? Where's the new boy? Ah! Eddie's just served serious jail time.
Give us a pint.
But from tomorrow he'll begin to find out what it's like to start living in a halfway house.
Don't think of this village as some sort of chocolate box, Eddie, some easy number tucked away on a country estate.
It's half a dozen cottages, handed over to ex-cons like you and me, so we can let ourselves be worked to death for board and lodging.
(LAUGHTER) But it's also a place where you can think about how you want to turn your life around.
It's a second chance.
I'd like to thank Angie and Bob for putting on such a fantastic spread.
(CHEERING) I'm even told Bob managed to smile.
(LAUGHTER) The fact is, Professor The fact is The fact is (KNOCKING) Sorry, my lord.
I think you've forgotten the presentation.
Oh.
Good heavens.
I'd also like to thank Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby for a certain arrest which as it turned out was the first day of the rest of my life.
Aw! Aw.
And last but not least, the owner and benefactor of this village, the ninth Lord Holm, Victor Godbold.
(APPLAUSE) And its creative genius, its intelligence and its driving force, Professor Gina Colby.
(CHEERING) Ronnie, thank you.
Well done, Gina.
(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE) Send you a postcard, and not from Her Majesty's Prison, Timbuktu.
You do that, Ronnie.
Jack? Are you good for a run to the station? Yeah.
Yeah.
I'll take him, Tommy.
Eddie, I'll have a word with you before I go.
All right.
(DOOR OPENS) Look what we found, sarge.
Hello, Sergeant.
These nice young men arrested me again.
Lady Holm.
Coming to tuck me in, boys? Come on, m'lady.
This way, m'lady.
Still don't believe it, do you? Oh, no, I do, I do, I do.
Reforming Ronnie Tyler, that's some kind of achievement.
Not quite so sure of the wisdom of taking on Eddie Marston.
You don't have to say it, Tom.
You've got tacit disapproval written all over your face.
Look, trust me, all right? I know what I'm doing.
Gina, there's another reason I've come here tonight, apart from, you know, saying goodbye to Ronnie.
Is it possible to have a word with Jack? Ah.
Er Jack's been barred by Laughing Bob.
After so many years, isn't it time he told me what's been the problem? Look, believe me, Tom, I've done everything I can.
I'd love to see you two friends again.
GINA: But he knows you're here.
He still says he'd rather not.
You can put mine on if you get too cold.
Come on.
Agh.
Jack's not been in? I'm asking a question.
Yeah, and we all know why.
And what's that supposed to mean? It means I wasn't born yesterday.
More's the pity, Bob.
You could have started building your personality from scratch.
Look.
I know what you think of me.
But it's my name over that door, not lover boy's.
So lover boy is NOT coming in.
(SIGHS) Yes, please? Pint? You never told me there were gonna be fireworks? Proper send-off, Ronnie.
See you later.
See you.
Tommy Crinney, Estate Manager.
Welcome to Midsomer Holm, Eddie.
After the fireworks, I'll show you your digs.
Thank you.
Jack? Jack.
Tom, I I've just been talking to Gina.
Er Look, I know it's been a long time, but is it possible, you know? Sorry, Tom, I can't.
Don't just walk away.
Jack.
I can't, Tom.
I really can't.
Sir.
Never thought I'd live to see it.
What? You rubbing shoulders with villains.
Oh, they're ex-villains now.
Right.
Not all sweetness and light, though.
Oh, that's not one of Gina Colby's patients.
That That was Gina's husband.
Jack Colby.
We were sergeants together.
In fact, we joined uniform exactly the same day.
We used to be known as the "dynamic duo".
He stayed on as a sergeant in uniform, but I moved on to CID.
And he resignedover 16 years ago.
(FIREWORKS CRACKLE) (GASPS OF DELIGHT) So why did he leave? Jack was Duty Sergeant and he regularly found himself in charge of Causton nick on a Friday night.
And as such he was responsible for a group ofstupid sods! Called themselves the "Friday Nighters".
Friday Nighters? At the time, Gina Colby, she was aoh hugely talented, very capable Detective Inspector.
She it was who arrested Lord Holm for the murder of his wife Maria Godbold, when he finally got tired of his wife's frequent and very public affairs.
So why did Jack Colby resign? Because, Jones, latterly those affairs took placed inside the cells of Causton Police Station.
OK.
You make yourself comfortable, yeah? She had a habit of getting herself arrested on drunk and disorderly.
And once work got out exactly what was on offer behind a locked cell door, the men queued up to work on Friday night.
The Friday Nighters? Yeah.
Of course, after Maria's murder, of course, the whole mess became public knowledge.
Now, whether Jack didn't know about it, or did know about it and just turned a blind eye, was never established.
But what is certain is he was Duty Sergeant and as Duty Sergeant - He should have put a stop to it.
Yeah, he should have stopped it.
And when he did shop them, then of course, they were dismissed.
Jack, well, he was ostracised, treated like a pariah.
And eventually he, well, both he and Gina, resigned.
Jones, can you pull into that garage over there? After she resigned, Gina Colby, she retrained as a psychotherapist.
It was her counselling that got Lord Holm an early release.
He was out in eight.
And Jack Colby, he retrained a probation officer.
(CHEERING AND LAUGHTER) Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Bye Good luck, Ronnie.
Bye.
Oh, thank you.
So what's the problem between you and your mate Jack Colby? Oh, I don't know, Jones.
I The problem is that after all this time, my mate Jack Colby still can't face me.
Thanks for the lift.
Good night.
(STARTS CAR) Ronnie Tyler? Who on earth is Ronnie Tyler? Ronnie Tyler is a reformed character, if the evidence of tonight is to be believed.
And that's who you dragged poor Ben halfway across Midsomer County to see? Well, I thought it would do the boy good, to see a rehabilitation scheme that actually works.
It seems to work a bit too well.
I didn't think you were coming home.
All right, I know it's Friday evening.
I did promise to be home by 9:30.
So So.
You bought me some flowers from the all-night garage.
Ronnie, listen.
This came about a month ago.
It was delivered to the Estate Office.
Someone has got a very long memory.
Have you spoken to Gina? I can't talk to Gina.
Not about this.
(TRAIN HOOTS) I need someone to talk to, Ronnie.
What are you doing? Catching a train.
If you need to talk to someone, call this number.
So, did you see him? Jack, yes, I did see him.
See being the operative word.
Do you know, he still wouldn't speak to me.
It's been 16 years.
RONNIE: If you're in trouble, he'll help.
But he'll only help if you tell him the truth.
(WHISTLE) (GROANS) (DULL THUD) Aaaaagh! Hi, Mum, it's us.
No, no, we're still in London.
The rate we're going, we probably won't be there till lunchtime.
Well, what time did you set off? Oh, hang on a minute, Mum.
"Yeah, I think we might have just started moving.
" Oh, Simon! Mrs Barnaby.
I er I thought you might like these.
Aw.
Surprise! Look, Tom, aren't they lovely? Hello, darling.
Seen anything of Jack Colby, Bob? You seen me looking? Morning, Ronnie.
So.
Postman Poulter now, is it? Come on in.
Did you have a good journey? Yeah, not bad.
We decided to leave early and miss the traffic.
I'm not sure how long we'll be able to stay.
Never mind that.
The point is, you're here and it is so good to see you.
I didn't think it'd been that long, Mum.
But there's a difference this time, isn't there, Cully? Your mother is eagerly awaiting your news.
Tom, there's plenty of time.
No, it's OK, Mum.
Why not start with the audition? An audition? Yes, for The Cherry Orchard.
Which is about to go out on an amazing three-months tour.
Starts rehearsals on Monday.
Featuring none other than Heeey! Well done, Cully.
Well done, you.
Thank you.
I told you your Mum'd be pleased.
Yes, it's lovely.
There was one other thing (Can we just maybe tell them later.
) Yeah, um It'll probably take a little bit longer to explain, so Well, we've got all day, haven't we, Tom? Have we? Yes, we have.
Absolutely.
Whoa! I'm Mrs Shrike, Mr Marston.
Melissa Shrike.
Chair of the Welcome Committee.
You got my note? Oh, yes, thank you.
I don't want to be a bother on your first day, but I'd have said the same thing to Mr Tyler.
Gate.
What? Gate.
Better! (MUTTERS) Morning, Postman.
Morning.
(VEHICLE DRAWS UP) Looking for someone? Well, looking for you.
You're early.
First day, Mr Crinney.
Thought I'd start as I mean to go on.
The thing is, Professor The thing is Seen this before? I came on my visit from prison.
Well, this is the Midsomer Holm camera obscura, a miracle of 18th-century optical technology.
It's the eyes of the village.
It's the CCTV camera of its day.
Visitors travel miles to come and see it.
And I'd like you to learn how to clean it.
Mrs Shrike.
Good morning, sir.
How's the new neighbour? He's with Mr Crinney, sir.
If first impressions are lasting, he's unlikely to be my neighbour for very long.
Oh, I'm sure the Professor will lick Mr Marsden into shape in no time.
Marston, sir.
Mr Marston.
I dare say Mr Crinney will be pointing out a few do's and don'ts.
Shall we say breakfast in half an hour? Half an hourwill suit me fine.
Anything with money in? Not your lucky day, I'm afraid.
Someone needs to start paying their bills.
(SIGHS) Tell me about it.
Sir.
(VAN STARTS) (SIGHS) Morning, Melissa.
Where is everyone? LORD HOLM: The fact is, Professor The fact is .
.
I'm in love with you.
I'm in love with you.
I've been in love with you since the first moment we met.
This may come as a bit of a shock to you, but I don't want to spend my life as your patient.
I want our relationship to blossom if you see what I mean.
(DOOR OPENS) Er Professor.
Victor.
Ah - Have you seen Jack? Is he looking for me? He's not been home all night.
Is that your play? Yeah.
Who's this character you're playing? Varia.
And what is she? She is Madam Ranyevskaya's eldest daughter.
Wants to join a convent, to become a nun and has got a thing about needing to be helpful, but in fact, ends up driving everybody mad.
And the director thought that was you? Yup.
I've put clean towels out for you.
And which do you think would be the best vase for Simon's lovely flowers? Oh, are the others from you? Oh, the others are from the garage.
Come on.
Patio's looking nice.
What? They should put some plants just over there.
New Zealand? Do you think this is just a holiday? Are we entertaining some other theory? They're going to emigrate.
She can't be that serious.
She's only just met him.
Yes.
Well, that shows how much you know about romance.
I I think we can assume that Ronnie caught his train and that Jack maybe Jack has just left us.
He's cold.
Oh, my God! Victor, call the police.
Call Tom Barnaby! Professor, I'm .
.
I'm so sorry.
Mum, can you help me with my lines? Mm.
Isn't that your job now? God, no.
He's about as useless as you are, Dad.
Mum.
So, right, just the part here.
(PHONE RINGS) So if you Barnaby? It's Victor Godbold, Lord Holm.
Chief Inspector, there's been a terrible accident.
It's Jack Colby.
Seriously, little Mother, to be quite frank, he's a good man, and Jack Colby's dead.
We've got the usual injuries associated with a car smash.
We've got bruising and abrasions to the face and upper body.
And we're still looking at the Land Rover.
But they found these inside his coat pocket.
What's that? Ativan.
It's a benzodiazapine, a sort of tranquiliser, used in the short-term treatment of anxiety.
I should be interested to know how much is in his bloodstream.
But you're saying that's not why he died? That's exactly what I'm saying.
And I don't think he died in the accident.
He's been belted by the proverbial blunt instrument.
You're probably looking at something like a heavy iron bar.
A post mortem will tell us more, but he's been struck once and with considerable force.
Tom.
I know you and Colby used to be friends.
But given what I've seen so far, I've got to tell you, he was definitely murdered.
Well, nobody's told me anything.
Do you know anything? Tell you what, Ange, don't listen to me from now on, love.
I've been telling kids for years there's no such thing as Father Christmas.
You know what? After all this bloody time, it turns out there is.
(CHUCKLES) Gina.
Did Bullard tell you how he died? Do you feel up to answering one or two questions? Oh, Tom.
Could you? Well, you'll know what they're going to be, won't you? Can we start with uh When did you last see Jack? Last night outside the pub.
Just before he left for the station.
And did he seem his usual self? What I'm getting at, Gina, is that I really felt he wanted to speak to me last night.
But he didn't, and I wondered if there was something else on Jack's mind, something other than his difficulty with me .
.
which might provide us with a motive for murder.
We've got six ex-offenders at the moment, Tom.
I can't see any of them wanting Jack dead.
Eddie Marston.
The first time Eddie Marston was sent down Jack put him away, second time it was me.
Both times it was GBH.
Eddie Marston wouldn't have done this.
If anything, Eddie owes Jack.
Jack talked the parole board into giving Eddie his early release, so he could come to Midsomer Holm.
Did you know that Jack was on medication? Ativan.
Prescribed by Dr Wyatt.
Jack started having trouble sleeping about a month ago.
(SIGHS) As well as being a first-class probation officer, Jack's been a brilliant administrator at Midsomer Holm.
But lately he started to let things slide.
The bank started calling in loans.
If we're not careful, the whole project might have to fold.
A week ago, Jack was relieved of some of his duties, in favour of a man called Tommy Crinney.
Was he? By whom? There's something called the Welcome Committee.
It's a council of residents, chaired by Lord Holm's housekeeper Melissa Shrike.
How did you feel about Jack being elbowed out like that? I thought easing him aside might take the pressure off.
Tom.
I want you to find the evil bastard who did this and lock him up and throw away the key.
Now that's more like the DI we used to know.
All right, sir? Yes, yes, I am.
Well, we'd best get going.
We made a start already.
The senior conductor on the 22:53 from Holm Lane Junction was a man called Lenny Leigh.
Nothing gets past him, apparently.
We're trying to get in touch with him to see if he remembers seeing anyone fitting Ronnie's description.
Well, while we wait for Mr Leigh, I'd like to get back to Midsomer Holm.
I did one other piece of checking.
Bob Walker, the landlord of The Safe Haven, was involved in a bit of a domestic last night, whilst you were in the gents.
His wife wasasking after Jack Colby, if you know what I mean.
Was she? Yeah.
I ran Mr Walker through the computer.
Turns out he's got a bit of form.
In 1989, he ran a pub called The Feathers and he cracked someone's skull with a pool cue.
Well, I think we should pay him a visit.
(CLANKING OF WINDING MECHANISM) (KNOCK AT DOOR) Oh, Mrs Shrike.
Dreadful business.
Yes.
Yes, it is a dreadful business.
But this is not a good place for you to be.
It's not healthy.
I thought Your Lordship might be ready for his lunch.
To be served in the kitchen in 15 minutes.
Steak and kidney.
Thank you, but um .
.
what with just having seen Jack dead, I don't think I could face steak and kidney.
I think the Professor needs me.
Right, Jones, get yourself over to the office.
Get hold of Mr Crinney.
He's taken over from Jack.
Ask him where we can find Mr Eddie Marston.
Do you know why? Because I can't get far enough away from you! No, no.
I'm all ears now.
(SHOUTS AND SCREAMS) All right! OK! I'm going! I can't stand the sight of you! Get out of my house now! Shut up! Shut up! Will you shut up! I shall be with mine hosts.
(GASPING) And you can stay up there and rot, for all I care! (DOOR SLAMS) Just give me a minute.
Pint? Er No, not for me, thank you.
I'm here on police business.
I couldn't help but notice you were having an altercation with your husband.
(LAUGHS GRIMLY) Believe me, this is nothing.
Oh, yes, indeed.
My sergeant overheard your argument last night.
(WHISTLES) Ah, Mr Crinney.
Who's asking? Detective Sergeant Jones.
Oh, yes.
You were here last night.
I'm looking for your newest arrival.
Oh, you mean Eddie Marston? Join the queue.
(SIGHS) (DOOR OPENS) I'm so sorry, Professor.
I'm - Victor.
I just wanted to say, I'm terribly sorry about what's happened, to give you my condolences, and um to say um the fact is, Professor, I'm I uh The fact is Well, there it is.
Um What happened to Jack? Well, you know what happened.
You were with me when I found him.
Yes, yes.
I still have these lapses of memory.
I wanted to make sure.
I I remember the presentation.
And then I presume that Jack and Ronnie got into the car and drove away.
But there were fireworks, Victor.
You remember the fireworks? Fireworks.
It was fine, Victor.
Everything was fine.
Well, as I say - Victor.
May I have a few moments? Yes, I'm I'm terribly sorry.
I'm so sorry.
ANGIE: This all started a month ago.
Loneliness and Southern Comfort at three in the morning, Chief Inspector, it's a heady mix.
I can't get two kind words out of laughing boy.
Haven't been able to for years.
Jack said he couldn't talk to Gina.
So you talked to each other instead.
Jack wasn't happy.
I mean, he really wasn't happy.
Something was getting to him.
Something so bad, he couldn't even talk about it to me.
Have you got any idea what that was? I know when it happened, though - a month ago.
Jack was his old self one minute and .
.
the next he was sitting at this bar, looking as if he'd just seen a ghost.
Mrs Walker, did your husband know that you and Jack were having an affair? Who said we were having an affair? No joy? No, sir.
Mr Crinney's already looking.
He turned up for work this morning, but he's not been seen since news of Colby's death.
Do you think he's involved, sir? What I think, Jones, is that Eddie Marston is a nasty piece of work with a long history of violence and a long standing grudge against Jack Colby.
So he might have a very good reason to disappear.
And since one very inviting theory concerning an extra-marital affair has just been demolished I'd very much like to find him.
What's this? I'd like some time off.
I believe I'm due several weeks' leave.
I'm sure you and the Professor will manage once I'm out of the way.
Mrs Shrike - You don't want breakfast, you don't want lunch.
I'm clearly not needed.
You're with the Professor, so I'm going.
I'm sure you'll be very happy.
You've never understood women, Victor.
See! (CLANKING OF WINDING MECHANISM) Yes, sir.
I'll get onto it straightaway.
We've started looking and we want anything we can on it.
And we need it soon, OK? These last pieces Statement, sarge.
Oh, sir.
Statements from Midsomer Holm.
Everyone in The Safe Haven after Ronnie Tyler's party.
Oh, and Stephens has unearthed something interesting, sir.
Dr Wyatt was a consultant.
He prescribed a drug which almost killed one of his patients.
He was nearly struck off.
Did the GMC charge Dr Wyatt? He quit before he was pushed, sir.
That's why he's at Midsomer Holm.
He was lucky to find somebody like Professor Colby to take him on.
That's good, Stephens, thank you.
Now, I want you to find anyone who hasn't got an alibi for the time Jack Colby left the village.
Anyone with an axe to grind, with a grudge, that kind of stuff.
And then I want you to chase up the conductor of the 22:53, our Mr Leigh, because he may be the last person to have seen Jack Colby alive.
Apart from the killer, sir.
And then there are some other people I want you to chase up.
The Friday Nighters.
George.
I have discovered why Jack Colby was on that Ativan stuff.
He started having nightmares a month or so ago, went to see his doctor, got it prescribed.
I'm hoping this is the time of death? Around midnight, same time as the crash.
But that's not really why I'm here.
We found this in the Land Rover on the driver's side.
And Well, I recognise the number.
I wondered if you knew why it was there.
Thought perhaps Colby was trying to tell you something.
It's your number, sir.
My husband drank himself to death, on champagne.
He was a terrible drunkard.
And then, for my sins, I fell in love and went off with another man.
Now just really go for it.
Oh, the sins I've committed! I've always squandered money, completely at random.
(GASPS) Yermolai Alexeyevich! Cully, I don't think you should encourage your mother.
There you go.
Thank you.
(PHONE RINGS) DS Jones.
Wait, wait Great.
Wait.
Excellent.
Where? Do I take it it's not exactly case closed? No, it's not.
I'm sorry, Joyce.
This is going to take some time.
We'd begun to suspect as much.
Let's just hope they don't have to rush off back to London.
Joyce, was there a call for us last night, just before I came in? Phone call? Yeah.
No.
Who were you expecting to hear from? Jack Colby.
Our number was scribbled on a beer mat.
George Bullard found it.
Wellyou always said he owed you an explanation, Tom.
Listen, Joyce, Tom.
We We were wondering if you might fancy lunch on us.
Somewhere nice, like The White Lion.
Ooh, The White Lion.
Then we call all sit down together and umtalk.
Something's come up and Cully and I have to head back to London tonight, so we thought (PHONE RINGS) Oh.
Sorry.
Excuse me.
Yeah.
It's a wonderful idea.
Barnaby.
Is it always like this? Yep.
See you at 1:30, The White Lion.
Right.
So So all the description fits? It seems like it to me, yeah.
And he had a rucksack? He did indeed, yeah, yeah Mr Leigh? This is Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.
How do you do, sir? Your sergeant's been filling me in.
You want to know about the bloke with the rucksack.
That's right.
What can you tell me about him? All I know, he was as quiet as a mouse.
It was the other bloke.
He'd got an envelope about so big.
And did this other fellow post it? Yeah.
There is a post box at Holm Lane Junction.
Saturday collection.
Sorting Office.
(TRAIN ANNOUNCEMENT) What was in that envelope, Jones? It's got to be something that Jack knew about the Friday Nighters.
I've done some checks on them, sir.
It WAS an internal investigation.
They were all dismissed from the service.
No charges were laid, except for one.
PC Poulter, right? Yeah.
Found a load of dodgy gear in his locker.
He was on remand in Causton, but got off on a technicality.
Where is he now? This is it, sir.
He's a postman.
JONES: About a month ago, his round changed to include Midsomer Holm.
What do you want? What we were talking about this morning, yeah? I've got it.
All written out.
Addressed to Barnaby? Oh, yes.
We're in business, then.
I'll call you.
Oh, you've put on weight.
Jones.
OK.
Thank you.
I take it I don't have to sign for this? Let's go, eh? POULTER: I didn't kill him.
I haven't killed anyone.
I didn't even know Jack Colby was dead.
Then what were you doing with this? Mr Poulter, you are here because of a very brutal murder.
You must know, as an ex-policeman, that the penalty for aiding and abetting in that murder is severe.
I didn't write that.
Check my writing.
Well, tell me who did.
That's where you're doing yourself no good at all, Mr Poulter, because I believe this man, whose name you're not telling me .
.
is Eddie Marston.
You and Eddie Marston spent time together in Causton jail - six weeks, And yesterday morning, Eddie Marston was released from his latest stretch in Causton jail, on parole, on condition that he undergo a course of reformative psychotherapy with Professor Gina Colby, whilst living at a halfway house in Midsomer Holm.
You're not saying anything, Mr Poulter.
Is that because you suspect that I know that one month ago your postal round was changed, to include Midsomer Holm? My guess is that you went to the Manor House .
.
and to your surprise and great delight, the door was opened by Jack Colby.
Well, well.
Jack Colby.
And in the pink, by the look of it.
BARNABY: This'll interest you.
I am told, from the time you started your postal round in Midsomer Holm, quite large sums of money have been disappearing.
And when you started your round this morning, you must have had a great shock, mustn't you, eh? Morning, Ronnie.
So.
It's Postman Poulter, is it? You suddenly realised you'd have to share those rich pickings with Eddie Marston.
(DOOR OPENS) Oh, and here's the Sergeant, to tell me who you were calling on your sorting office pay phone.
Eddie Marston, sir.
Ooh, what a surprise.
Called him on his mobile.
I'm guessing he's not as much Royal Mail as blackmail.
Eddie Marston's revenge on Jack Colby for getting him 11 years.
So was it you or Eddie Marston who killed Jack Colby? Constable.
Sir? Mr Poulter is already very familiar with our cells.
Can you find him a small one, please, so he can do some hard remembering? All by himself.
But you did say, sir, that Jack Colby went out of his way to get Eddie Marston INTO Midsomer Holm.
I did.
It's cos he was being stupid.
He thought he could stop a blackmail attempt by finding Eddie Marston an easy billet.
I wonder if this is what you might be looking for, sir.
From Jack Colby to the Probation Service, sir, dated last month, recommending Eddie Marston for transfer to the halfway house at Midsomer Holm.
Thank you, Stephens.
Thank you.
I also compared the handwriting on the beer mat, sir, with Ronnie Tyler's writing.
See? It matches.
Which could mean Ronnie Tyler was encouraging Jack to talk to you.
Jack must have unburdened himself to Ronnie Tyler on their way to the station.
And Ronnie told Jack to do what he'd wanted to do all that evening, that is, talk to me.
Thank you.
Good, good.
If Jack Colby was a target for blackmail, he must have had something to hide, mustn't he? Something that Eddie Marston knew about the Friday Nighters.
Tom, I've just had a call.
George.
I'm just about to arrest Eddie Marston for the murder of Jack Colby.
In that case, Tom, you'll have to think again.
I've just been called out to Midsomer Holm.
Eddie Marston's been murdered.
POLICEMAN: That area's been sorted out.
I'm sorry, I can't tell you anything.
Thank you.
Hi, George.
What happened? Killed by a single blow to the head, similar to the one that killed Jack Colby.
Don't quote me, but I'd say remarkably similar.
Who found him? Tommy Crinney, sir.
Says he walked in and nearly fell over him.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Yeah.
Same MO, same injuries, usually means same killer.
Big question is - Who would want to kill Jack Colby and Eddie Marston? Who was the last person to see him alive? That's Tommy Crinney again, sir.
He spotted him coming out of Jack Colby's office, thought he looked suspicious.
LORD HOLM: The thing is, Professor The thing is I almost think I might be happier back in prison.
CRINNEY: Excuse me, do you have any idea how long it's going to be? Jones, could you go and ask Crinney if he's got any idea what exactly Marston was doing in here? Yes, sir.
(DOOR CLOSES) (KNOCK, DOOR OPENS) Er I'd like to say something.
The fact is, Professor, I'm in love with you.
I've been in love with you since the first moment we met.
We first met, Victor, when I arrested you for murder.
(SNIFFS) I've been thinking and I can't let an opportunity like this go by.
Now .
.
I could be happy with you.
I don't want to live life as a patient.
I want to know if you can be happy with me.
I know what you've done for me.
It's only been you that's stood between me and utter madness.
But .
.
I am a man.
I don't want psychotherapy.
I want to know whether you can love me as a person.
I like you.
You like me? I can't love you.
You can't love me? No.
But you were never happy with Jack! Tommy Crinney says he's got no idea what Marston was looking for.
Jack Colby, he's written me a letter, something to do with Maria Godbold.
LORD HOLM: Oh No! GINA: Victor! Let go of me now! Jones.
LORD HOLM: Only Oh! Stop it now.
No What the? I used to box at Eton.
Yeah? Well, I did karate at Causton Comp.
Agh! That's enough.
Victor! (GASPS) This interview timed at 16:33.
Those present: Detective Sergeant Jones, Chief Inspector Barnaby - And Victor Charles Winston Godbold, ninth Lord Holm.
Now, Lord Holm, you do understand, don't you, that you are here further to a charge of assault, following an incident in the Lodge House of Holm Manor? Yes.
Perhaps it will be best if you tell us in your own words what happened.
It's quite simple.
I wanted to ask Professor Colby to marry me.
I was er speaking to her, and the next thing I know, you and the Sergeant come barging in and without any warning, Sergeant Jones is trying to grab me.
I warned him, by telling him I used to box.
And um And I tried to hit him.
Oh, you admit trying to hit him? There's no point in denying it.
But you weren't exactly speaking to Professor Colby, were you? I wanted to kiss her full on the mouth.
It was clumsy.
And inappropriate.
Quite rightly, she tried to resist me.
Lord Holm, I wonder if you'd tell me Do you recognise that? It's the um winding mechanism, from the umcamera obscura.
Yes, it is.
And are you aware that Eddie Marston has just been murdered? He has? We have evidence to suggest that the injuries to Jack Colby and Eddie Marston were caused by that same winding handle, wielded as a weapon.
And in view of my previous conviction, you want to know if I did the wielding.
I've always found it difficult to speak to women, especially where feelings are concerned.
(CLEARS THROAT) Background and breeding, Chief Inspector.
A man of my class can become repressed, and as Freud says, repression leads to frustration.
And um .
.
then one very, very dark night, your frustration gets the better of you and you snap.
By you, I mean me.
By snap, I mean .
.
I murdered my wife.
I always want the truth to be beautiful, Chief Inspector, despite the fact that the truth usually hurts.
I've no recollection whatsoever of killing Maria .
.
nor anything else that night.
And no amount of therapy or coaxing has ever brought any of it back.
I have no recollection of killing Jack .
.
though I've wanted him out of Gina's life for years.
But II couldn't give a damn about that Marston man.
Follow me.
Oh.
So what do you think? I'd love to know what Jack Colby was trying to tell me about Maria Godbold and the Friday Nighters.
That's what I think.
Hm.
Tom.
I'm sorry, Gina.
I can come back.
No, no.
It's fine, Tom, please.
Please come in.
I um I just needed to spend some time here.
Just sort of kidding myself I'm tidying Jack's things.
Looks like he did a pretty good job of tidying that himself.
Hm.
Are you still on duty? Yes.
Just a large one.
To Jack.
To Jack.
We're hanging on to Lord Holm.
I can't believe what's happened.
It's not exactly unheard of, patient to therapist, someone confusing dependency for love, but I'm hoping you're not here to tell me that Victor murdered Jack.
Well, yes.
Yes, I am.
Jack's injuries were similar, very similar to Maria Godbold's, and certainly to the injuries of Eddie Marston.
So it's got to be.
I'm just waiting for the forensic confirmation that Lord Holm is indeed the killer in each case.
Gina, umI really want to tell you how sorry I am.
I mean, whatever the problem was between Jack and me, whatever the reason he couldn't speak to me .
.
you've lost a good husband.
Now umI believe that Jack and Eddie Marston, they were both killed because of this.
Last month or so, your village postman has been one Mr Lionel Poulter.
Look at this.
Now, he was one of Jack's Friday Nighters.
I haven't got everything out of him yet, but I do know he was acting whilst being threatened by Eddie Marston.
I think Jack wanted to talk to me about all of that just before he was killed.
Now, diddid Jack ever mention this to you? God! You all right? Yeah, I'm fine, Tom.
It's um It's the shock of seeing this again.
You've seen this before? Well, yes, I saw it at the time, of course, but then it cropped up again about a month ago, in the morning post.
Jack said not to worry - it was just some nutter.
Gina, you told me Jack started having trouble sleeping about a month ago.
You also told me that you didn't know why that was, you didn't know what was troubling him.
Why didn't you mention this? Oh, sorry.
Oh, no.
Tommy, that's fine.
You just carry on.
I don't know.
I don't know, I must have forgotten.
Are you all right, Tom? Yes, yes.
George, what can I do for you? Post mortem reports.
I've had to trawl back through some ancient history.
But the physical evidence is conclusive.
It's just as we thought.
The injuries to Jack Colby and Eddie Marston exactly match those to Maria Godbold.
They told me at the front desk Lord Holm has more or less confessed.
If there's nothing else this evening, the Custody Sergeant wants to release Lionel Poulter.
Are you with us, Tom? Yes, I am.
And I'm extremely grateful for all your hard work, both of you.
But .
.
I don't think Lord Holm is our killer.
Oh, you don't believe all that guff about him not being able to remember doing it, sir? Why? Why would he have done it, Jones? Why? Because he wanted someone else's wife.
And why, after 16 years, is he still on this Ativan, prescribed by his Dr Wyatt, eh? I've just given you conclusive forensic evidence.
Even if - it's a very big if - there's another winding handle, absolutely identical to the one from the camera obscura, blood and other materials matches the victims' skulls in three cases.
And then there's the angle and pattern of the injury, also repeated in all three murders, suggesting irrefutably to me, that those three people were killed by one man.
Plus, by his own admission, Lord Holm was madly in love with Gina Colby.
It's Saturday, Tom.
You've got all the evidence you need.
Close the case.
George, look.
As a crime of passion, I can just about see Lord Holm killing Maria Godbold in a fit of rage.
I can also, funnily enough, see him killing Jack Colby, because, as you say, Jones, he was helplessly, hopelessly, in love with Jack's wife.
At a stretch, I can also see him battering Eddie Marston to death.
But what I cannot see is this old man, who's on drugs, on Ativan, for stress, for anxiety, sitting there, calming chatting and joking with all and sundry, just before he's about to go out and commit a murder.
You see, that is the mark of a cold-blooded killer.
And love-sick and repressed our noble Lord may be, but he's very, very far from being cold.
And if Lord Holm didn't kill Eddie Marston or Jack Colby, then the Holm case is all nonsense, because he couldn't have killed Maria Godbold either.
So what do you want to do? Reopen the Holm case? Yes, I do.
(GROANS) Look, Jack Colby got Eddie Marston into Midsomer Holm because he was being blackmailed, and that was because, according to Eddie, because Jack had used the Friday Nighters to save his own skin.
But he didn't save his own skin, did he? I mean, Jack Colby resigned his career because shopping the Friday Nighters turned him into some kind of pariah.
I'm having a difficulty understanding how he could have saved himself when he'd resigned, hm? Andthen there's this.
Why did Detective Inspector Gina Colby, why did she resign her wonderful career, so soon after Lord Holm had been convicted? Hey, why? Because being married to an officer who had become a pariah made her own position untenable.
Yeah, that was the reason given out at the time.
But she was a senior officer, Jones.
She was never a party to any of that Friday Night stuff.
She could have ridden that out.
No.
There has to have been more to Jack's involvement.
Much more.
And that, I think, was what he was trying to talk to me about the night he died.
So what do I tell the Custody Sergeant to do with Poulter? Well, you Well, you tell him to keep him firmly locked up.
This is the one.
Thank you.
JACK'S VOICE: "Dear Tom, I haven't been able to face you, but then I guess you already know that.
I should have told you, but I've been too busy running from the truth.
I shopped Poulter and Wray, not because they'd let everyone down, but because I'd let myself down in a cell .
.
with Maria Godbold.
" I've just come from the Station.
Poulter's admitted taking a letter from the envelope to use as insurance against Eddie Marston.
This is it.
He also confirmed that Jack Colby met Marston in prison.
(CELL DOOR OPENS) Hello, Eddie.
Funny old life, isn't it? I'm your new probation officer.
Were you the last one to shag Maria Godbold? (PLAYS SHORT FLOURISH) Jack Colby shopped the Friday Nighters, having become one of them.
That's why he couldn't face me.
So that answers that question.
But who would want to kill Maria, then Jack, then Eddie? (HAMMERING) (REPEATED HAMMERING ON DOOR) (THUNDER) (DOOR CLOSES) Dr Wyatt? Are you going somewhere? I've quit, Chief Inspector, over my prescription of Ativan for Jack Colby.
Just like you've quit before, eh? In common with most prescribed drugs, Ativan is largely beneficial, but it does have some unfortunate side effects.
Yes, so I'm told, one of which is severe loss of memory, caused by sustained and continuous use over a long period of time.
You also prescribed Ativan to Lord Holm, didn't you? Dr Wyatt, this is now a crime scene.
I'm asking you, I'm telling you, don't leave the village.
I should unload your stuff.
Tom, what are you doing here? I wanted to tell you what happened.
I wanted to know why Detective Inspector Gina Colby resigned after so cleverly solving the Holm case? You know, I used to lie awake at night, wondering why you did it.
Why on earth would a woman who was surely going to make at least Chief Constable, why would she suddenly throw everything away? And Gina, I think, I've found the answer.
(RECORDER PLAYS) HOLM: I wanted to ask Professor Colby to marry me.
I wasspeaking to her and the next thing I know you and the Sergeant come barging in, and without any warning, Sergeant Jones is trying to grab me.
(RECORDER OFF) And that is exactly as it happened.
Exactly.
Lord Holm finds his passion, his capacity for extreme, intense emotions, that may lead to violence, impossible to deal with.
So much so, that he blanks those thoughts from his mind.
But there you heard him giving a very well remembered, precise, detailed account of bursting into your office, pinning you to your couch and This led me to wonder why it was he could remember the extreme emotion of attacking you but not of attacking his wife.
And there was something else I didn't understand.
Why did you insist that your Dr Wyatt went on prescribing Ativan for Lord Holm? It's a short-term treatment drug, isn't it, eh? But that was your way of keeping Lord Holm confused and disoriented, wasn't it? The same way you wanted to keep Jack, after he complained to Dr Wyatt about having nightmares.
But he opened his post one morning and foundand found this.
So I thought, well, I'd better drive over there, just as you did 16 years ago, the night Maria Godbold, Lady Holm, was killed.
Jack wrote to me.
He wouldn't speak to me.
But he wrote to me.
And he confessed that he actually joined in with the Friday Nighters.
And he also told me something else, Gina.
This is the letter.
That's why I found you in Jack's study, wasn't it? You weren't in there coping with grief.
You were in there looking for this.
See, Gina, Lord Holm doesn't remember killing Maria Godbold, because Lord Holm didn't kill Maria Godbold - you did .
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for having sex with your husband in one of the cells.
And then you had to kill Jack and Eddie Marston, to stop that truth coming out.
Tom, this is crazy.
It was going so well for you, wasn't it? Well, you weren't to know that your village postie was a Friday Nighter who'd been got at by Eddie Marston, were you? (DISTANT THUNDER) Do you know, Gina, there was a time when I admired you, I looked up to you, wanted to be like you.
Top cop, you.
And now what are you, Gina Colby? Eh? You area murderess.
You murdered Maria Godbold.
How could you do that? The little bitch was a total whore.
You killed her.
All I wanted to do was tell her to stay away from Jack.
But you killed her.
She attacked me! You killed her.
There was only one thing on your mind - find a way out.
And there was one.
LORD HOLM: Maria! Because as Lord Holm bent over the dead body of his wife .
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you arrested him.
And when Lord Holm said that he couldn't remember the murder, you calmly put him on your couch and What did you say to him? You're suffering from traumatic amnesia? That he was in denial? That he should be "moving on"? The counselling continued.
And just in case Lord Holm wanted to dwell in the past, you prescribed him these, didn't you? Get in his way.
Same stuff you prescribed Jack, when he started having nightmares and found that Did you know that Jack had kept that? I didn't know where it was.
But I saw him put it in the Land Rover just before I spoke to you.
CRINNEY: Welcome to Midsomer Holm, Eddie.
After the fireworks, I'll show you your digs.
BARNABY: When they set off for the station, you know, finally, you had to do something.
Aaaagh! Poulter, Marston, they didn't know that you'd killed Maria Godbold.
But Jack knew, didn't he? Couldn't risk the truth coming out.
Indeed you couldn't.
And for that crime, ex-Detective Inspector Colby, I'm arresting you for murder.
I feel sick.
(GASPS) Open the door.
Aagh! (HORN BLARES) (GINA GASPS) (GRUNTS) Gina! Noooooo! GUARD: I can't see.
(DOOR OPENS) Case closed, then, sir? Yes.
Thank you.
You know what I realised, What have you realised? We caught the woman who put the "psycho" into psychotherapy.
(VEHICLE APPROACHES) Are you sure you can't hang on? Honestly, Mum, we've really got to go.
Cully.
Simon.
I'm so sorry I missed lunch yesterday.
Are you all right? Yeah, I'm fine.
Are you going? Yeah, sorry, Dad.
We have to.
It's business, Tom, a gig I can't afford to miss.
But umthere was something that we wanted to tell you, so - I have a request, sir .
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for your beautiful daughter's hand in marriage.
Oh I'd have asked yesterday at lunch.
That's entirely my fault.
We do have to go, though.
You get on.
Cully.
Love you.
You take care.
Take care.
Bye.
(CAR STARTS) Was that a tear? No, I was just wondering how you might feel if I went in tomorrow morning and asked for a few days' leave.
Leave?! Yeah.
Just you and me, go away somewhere for a while.
What, you mean somewhere like Bournemouth? No, I don't mean somewhere like Bournemouth.
I thought, if they're going away to New Zealand for a honeymoon .
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why don't we beat them to it? ITFC SUBTITLES Kemuel Solomon