Niall, are you back?
(CLATTERING IN BACKGROUND)
(SIGHS)
(DIALS NUMBER)
~ WOMAN: Which service do you require? ~ I'd like to report a break in.
Well, I mean it's hard to say but a manuscript is definitely missing.
A book manuscript.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(WHIRRING)
(BALL RATTLES)
(CRACKLING)
(HIGH-PITCHED VIBRATION)
(BALL CLATTERS TO REST)
(BIRDS CAWING IN BACKGROUND)
(THEME MUSIC)
(BABY CRYING ON MONITOR)
(SYKES GROANS)
(DING)
(CRYING CONTINUES)
(MOBILE PLAYS JINGLE)
Milk.
Nappies. A fresh muslin.
I put a wash on and sterilised bottles.
Brilliant, thank you.
We've got this parenting business covered.
You make a great househusband.
~ (SYKES BARKS) ~ Both of you!
It's a dog limit, Sykes.
(BOTH YAWN)
So, what about you? What are you up to today?
What's today?
Today is Yummy Monkey Yoga followed by 'make and shake'.
~ And what about for Betty? ~ A househusband and a very funny man.
How lucky am I?
If you need a hand with the yoga, I'm good at the deep breathing.
Snoring, I think you'll find it's called.
(BUZZER)
Oh.
What do you want, Nelson?
One guess.
The victim is Suzie Colebrooke, artist and book illustrator.
She reported a break-in at 8.42 this morning.
Said she'd been out all night
and arrived back to find the cottage ransacked.
Said the manuscript of a book had gone missing.
On both sides, burn marks.
It looks like she died from a massive electrical shock.
It probably stopped her heart instantly.
Electrocuted how?
There's a mechanism inside that roulette wheel.
Who even knows how to make something like that?
~ Prints? ~ Still checking.
There are some on the box it came in
but they probably belong to the postman and the victim.
Whoever did this wasn't even here.
A remote murder. No danger of being seen.
The postmark is Midsomer.
~ MAN: Sarge? ~ Thanks.
There's a note.
"To Suzie from Maggie."
"Whatever you do don't touch the spinner."
~ Why give a warning? ~ More to the point, why ignore it?
Reverse psychology, someone tells you not to do something
you immediately want to do it, clever.
~ Next of kin? ~ Erm, husband.
Erm, Niall. He runs a small printing press from the premises.
~ And where is he now? ~ On his boat.
He's been informed and he's on his way back.
Suzie Colebrooke clearly illustrated Jed Dagger novels.
~ Who? ~ Jed Dagger. The gambling detective.
The sleuthing hero of a series of novels set in the '60s
written by George Summersbee.
Maybe we could pick up a few tips?
Dagger was good, but not THAT good.
(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
When Mrs Colebrooke reported the burglary...
~ Did she say where she'd been? ~ No.
Parked on a double Luxton Deeping high street 7.50.
Dagger would have been proud.
~ OFFICER: I'm sorry, you can't go in. ~ MAN: What do you mean?!
~ OFFICER: I appreciate that... ~ I live here!
~ Mr Colebrooke? ~ Yes.
DCI Barnaby, we're terribly sorry about what's happened to your wife
but we need to ask you a few questions.
Is there somewhere we can talk?
When did you last see your wife?
Yesterday morning before I went to the marina.
I keep a boat up at Pandlefoot Bailey.
Do you have any idea why someone might want to take her life?
No.
Of course not!
I have to ask, your wife was out all night.
Do you by any chance know where?
Suzie did her thing, I did mine.
Who's Maggie?
Maggie Markham, a friend.
She runs the crime festival that's going on at the moment.
"The Luxton Deeping Crime Festival Where Crime Plays."
Sir.
~ The new Dagger novel? ~ Soon to be our latest publication.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't George Summersbee die?
Three years ago.
Everyone knew he was working on a book when he died. Suzie found it.
A manuscript?
Clearing out the attic.
Suzie was George's executor.
All his papers came here after he died.
Clearly, you don't normally publish detective novels.
The new Dagger novel, quite a coup I imagine.
The Holy Grail around here.
~ You have a copy of the manuscript? ~ Suzie wouldn't let me near it.
She was going to launch it at the festival.
A law unto herself when it came to George.
Mr Colebrooke,
your house was burgled this morning before Suzie was killed.
She reported that a manuscript had gone missing.
It can't have!
But, without the manuscript, we-we can't publish.
I can't tell you how important this is.
You have to find it!
More importantly, Mr Colebrooke, we have to find your wife's killer.
Get Uniform to take a full statement.
Check Mrs Colebrooke's life insurance.
See if her husband benefits from her death.
Just because he wasn't here doesn't mean he didn't send the package.
OK, what about you?
I'm going to speak to Maggie Markham.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Thanks, love. How's the Q&A going in there?
Could be fuller but mustn't grumble.
At least we're sold out for the celebration of Dad's new book.
If only a couple more long-lost Summersbee novels would turn up.
We wish.
(POLICE SIREN)
What's going on down at Suzie and Niall's?
I'm not sure.
Whatever it is, I hope they're not gonna be blocking the road all day.
Flyers for Suzie's art exhibition.
Be a doll and hand them out after the event.
In case you haven't noticed, we are a bit busy, Vincent.
Yeah. It makes a change.
Hey, don't let him wind you up.
I'm trying! I'm trying!
(MOBILE MESSAGE ALERT)
MAN: Of course, absolutely right.
I get my inspiration from the extraordinary and everyday.
(APPLAUSE)
WOMAN: Erm, Silas...
Your books are fascinating erm...
How do you create such amazing characters?
I work out my characters along the principles
of what I like to call rich realism,
intention, character and heroism.
Certainly rich coming from him!
(LAUGHTER)
Sorry!
~ Yes? ~ I'd like to ask...
(CHATTERING)
~ Hi. ~ Hello.
There you go.
You not fancy Silas Raven's Q&A then, Mum?
I'd rather stick pins in my eyes.
That creep wouldn't know a plot
if it was fired into his skull with a staple gun.
~ Sitting on the fence as usual, I see. ~ You know me.
~ WOMAN 1: Can I help you? ~ WOMAN 2: Can I have a cappuccino?
Are you by any chance coming to the big event for Dad's book?
I don't think so.
I don't think it would be appropriate really, do you?
Can't we just move on?
Easier said than done, darling.
Best go, or she'll pipe up.
Leaving so soon, Jeanie?
Not so keen on the company.
Oh, really?
There's me thinking you and Bella were getting on so much better now.
(MUFFLED CONVERSATION)
Sorry, we've got an event going on at the minute.
Do you have a ticket?
Will this do?
How can we help? Bella Summersbee.
George Summersbee's daughter?
Yes, I own the shop with my husband Rob.
How can we help?
I need to have a word with Maggie Markham.
Of course, follow me.
SILAS: .. building on the classics but transcending them.
Your central character is a billionaire by day
and a werewolf by night!
~ He's conflicted! ~ He's no Dagger though, is he?
Oh, here we go, the gospel according to Curtis Braylesford!
OK, Curtis thank you. Silas, thank you so very much.
That was an excellent talk.
(APPLAUSE)
And don't forget our climactic event,
the celebration of the new Summersbee crime novel
and the memoir of his equally gifted brother Nick.
Stop trying to market me already!
Maggie, someone to see you.
Hi.
~ DCI Barnaby. ~ Is there a problem?
Did you send a parcel to Suzie Colebrooke?
No, why?
A parcel with your name on it was delivered to her earlier today,
and I'm afraid she's been murdered.
Everything all right?
It looks to me like the wood on the window broke out rather than in.
That's odd, isn't it?
Talk to Forensics. DIY has never been my strong point.
(LAUGHS) As your lodger I can definitely vouch for that!
We can't all be domestic goddesses like you(!)
~ Have you ever read any of these? ~ No. Horror is more my thing.
"When a casino owner's daughter goes missing,
"Dagger unearths a secret mystery."
"When two people are electrocuted..."
About George Summersbee's new novel,
you should know that the Colebrooke's house has also been burgled
and the manuscript stolen.
But we need it! It's the climax of the festival!
~ Everything Maggie's worked towards! ~ Nick!
Finding Suzie's killer is more important.
And locating the manuscript may lead us to that person.
Do you have any idea who might want it?
The whole village.
Curtis was desperate to read it.
Miles Rattigan wanted to publish it but lost out to the Colebrookes.
What about anyone with a grudge against Suzie?
My brother's widow, Jeanie.
There were rumours years ago about him and Suzie.
Hmph!
~ Two packages. ~ MAN ON PHONE: Identical?
Yes, identical.
We sent one to Suzie Colebrooke.
I know about that one. I need the address of the other one.
As George's widow, doesn't Mrs Summersbee
stand to gain financially from publication?
No, George changed his will before he died.
He made his daughter sole beneficiary of his estate.
Jeanie doesn't see a penny.
Sir!
Excuse me.
The roulette wheels are from the first Dagger novel.
It features a double murder.
Two identical packages were sent from Midsomer sorting office.
Where was the second one sent to?
Somewhere in Midsomer Mere. They're sending me the address.
We need to warn them. Get a phone number.
I'm on it. Excuse me.
(INDISTINCT)
The address has a Cecilie Peterson registered as the occupier,
but she doesn't have a landline.
We'll check if she has a mobile.
Contact the local police and get them over there immediately.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(SIREN BLARES)
We're on our way but we need your officers there NOW.
(DIALS NUMBER)
RECORDING: Please leave your message after the tone.
Now listen here, you,
just because you're gallivanting around the countryside
doesn't mean you can fob me off with presents.
(SIRENS BLARE)
(WHIRRING, BALL RATTLES)
(BALL CLATTERS)
(BIRDS TWITTERING)
(KNOCKING)
I'm looking for your aunt. It's about a book she ordered.
She's in the garden.
Thanks.
~ You took your time. ~ I came as quickly as I could.
Look, can you not text me like that from the cafe?
I needed to find out you were receiving me.
Loud and clear! I just don't have your money. I need more time.
How much more time? I'm not gonna live forever.
Sorry, the book trade is difficult at the best of times!
~ Everything is crazy at the moment. ~ That is a shame.
Maybe, I should talk to Bella then.
(STAMMERS) No, I-I... I don't want her to know.
I don't see why. Her father approved.
Couldn't get enough of it, old George. Put it there.
(EXCLAIMS)
How fitting... (LAUGHS)
She's married to someone with the same problem!
Please, Bella has nothing to do with this.
She is, if she's in the money. New book coming out I gather?
In theory. Look... I will get you your money.
I promise.
How?
Unless...
Why don't we do it all again? I'm free tonight if you are.
Oh, fine, if you don't want to!
No, no, no, it's fine!
~ Let's do it. ~ Bring some friends if you want.
Let's make a night of it.
OK, thanks.
OFFICER: Sir.
Sorting office confirmed the package was delivered this morning.
They say there's no way of tracing who sent it.
(CAMERA CLICKS)
Then come around for the burn marks.
Identical murders in two villages 30 miles apart.
Echoing the plot of a Dagger novel.
There has to be a link between the two victims.
Who knew both of them? What's the common denominator?
~ Do you think it's in the book? ~ I'll have to check.
It could just be a Dagger fan trying to show off.
Check out Curtis Braylesford, Mr Dagger by all accounts.
Will do.
~ What do we know about this victim? ~ Not a lot.
Cecilie Peterson. Moved to Midsomer four years ago.
Kept herself pretty much to herself.
Doesn't seem to have worked since coming here.
Find out what she did before-
Ran a vintage clothing shop in London.
I contacted the Met.
Friends in low places, very good.
~ Kate? ~ Deja vu or what?
Absolutely identical MO to the other one.
Same booby trap, same everything.
Same ink as the first one.
Would the murderer need expert knowledge to rig up that?
According to Forensics,
it's something you can figure out from the Internet
and the ink is from typewriter ribbon.
Different messages of course.
"To Cecilie from Me."
Whoever 'Me' is?
Someone she trusted implicitly
as Suzie did Maggie,
so they would open the package not suspecting a thing.
Which means that our murderer
is close enough to his or her victims
to know who they trust.
Get a copy of that photo.
NELSON: Sir.
Can you archive that, please?
(SINISTER MUSIC)
Nelson?
She knew the book then.
And bought Suzie Colebrook's artwork.
Every artist has a dealer. Find out which gallery sold it.
I want more money. I want a bigger cut.
40% is standard and is what I agreed with Suzie.
Suzie's dead! It's up to me now.
I have a contract and her exhibition opens tonight!
Gentleman! Gentleman. What seems to be the problem?
Niall has chosen today of all days
to try to negotiate a contract for the artwork!
~ Perhaps I can help. ~ How could you help?
I'm interested in buying but I,
I can't stand the uncertainty of sealed bids.
We could always cut out the middleman, couldn't we?
What do you say, Niall?
That you are everything I hate about the publishing industry!
~ Why would I deal with you? ~ Because you're skint.
I'll buy the whole lot.
Outright. Every last piece.
And the publishing rights, if you want?
I had to think of the future. I've lost Suzie now.
~ You didn't care about Suzie! ~ And you did?
There are ways of getting that money
without dealing with either of you two vultures.
What did he mean by that?
He can't have the manuscript, can he?
DS Nelson. Is one of you Mr Treaborne by any chance?
See you at the opening.
Is this about Suzie? Terrible news.
It's a great loss. She was a very talented artist.
We're all absolutely devastated.
So much so you're going ahead with the opening anyway
even though she's just been killed?
Oh, Suzie would be fine about it.
All artists want immortality, Sergeant.
They're not gonna let something as trivial as death get in the way!
(CHUCKLES)
You've just tripled the reserve prices!
Yes, market forces.
(NELSON SIGHS)
When did you last see Mrs Colebrooke?
Erm, a few days ago. I can't remember.
That's strange that
because she got a parking ticket on the high street last night.
That's just here, isn't it?
Lots of places she could have been visiting along here.
That's what I thought,
so I checked with the hotel manager across the road.
He confirms there was a woman
answering Suzie's description in here when he was closing up.
So?
If you must know, we spent the night hanging the exhibition.
~ All night? ~ Yes.
She left just after eight in the morning.
Why didn't you say that then?
Because, if her husband so much as knew she was here he'd get paranoid.
He hasn't trusted Suzie since the rumours about George Summersbee
and quite frankly I could do without the grief.
~ Is that all, Sergeant? ~ Not quite.
Do you have a customer, Cecilie Peterson?
A friend of Suzie's maybe?
It doesn't ring any bells.
Hm.
No, sorry.
She has one of Suzie's artworks in her house,
the cover illustration of a book, The Wheels of Justice.
Well erm...
That's George's first novel, a real collector's item that.
Erm, is she thinking of selling?
I don't think so. No.
Hm.
(BIRDS TWITTERING)
(BELL CLANGS)
Mrs Summersbee. DCI Barnaby.
I need to ask you a few questions about Suzie Colebrooke.
~ Who lives in the annex? ~ Nick and Maggie.
George bought this place with the proceeds from early Dagger novels
and gave that part of the house to his brother.
~ How did your husband die? ~ Boating accident.
Typical George! He should have just stayed put.
This is where he used to work but he'd get stir crazy after a while,
and when he'd finished a book he'd take himself off somewhere.
The boat was his last such indulgence, sadly.
So...
(SIGHS) Suzie.
~ Were you close? ~ We got by.
Did you think it odd that your husband
chose Suzie as executor of his estate?
Not really, they'd known each other for years.
They did work together, George and his cartoonist.
I gather you're against publication of this new manuscript?
(SIGHS) The manuscript! What manuscript?
Who's to say the manuscript is even genuine?
Don't you think it is?
I know that I went through
every item of George's estate before I had to pass it on.
I'm not stupid. There was no manuscript in there.
I think they faked it.
~ What are we going to do? ~ Keep calm and carry on.
We've got a festival to launch and we act like everything is fine.
Come on. Make yourself useful while we are here.
Get signing.
I sign prescriptions, not books!
Not this week!
(SIGHS) How do you remain so cool?
Talent is all about handling pressure.
That's what we used to say in publishing.
What did you say when you lost manuscripts?
It never happened.
Why don't we leaflet the village? Offer up a reward?
It could add to the excitement.
Hm. It's worth a try, I guess.
~ Does the name Cecilie Peterson mean anything to you? ~ No.
(CHIMES TINKLING)
Did George write on a computer?
(LAUGHS) Never!
George was old school. Cigars, typewriter.
The occasional vodka shift.
He tried writing standing up for a while like Hemingway,
but he kept keeling over, I think that was the vodka.
~ What sort of typewriter? ~ Vintage, 1953.
~ I bought it for him one anniversary. ~ And where is that typewriter now?
I have no idea.
Some of his stuff went to Bella, some to Suzie.
Even anniversary gifts?
I'm not sentimental.
The manuscript won't have gone far.
If only Suzie had put it in a safe!
~ Maybe we should cancel the event. ~ No way!
If there's no manuscript, you can stand in.
You were reading extracts anyway.
You can make them from your book instead.
~ You're a Summersbee. ~ I'm not THE Summersbee.
You are to me.
~ Busy? ~ You bet!
Dr Summersbee, you helped your brother
with the medical research for his books I hear.
If you can call it help. I lobbed the odd idea in.
Nonsense, he was the power behind the throne!
Yeah, right(!)
Death by roulette wheel for example.
Yes, erm, The Wheels of Justice, if I recall.
His first and best.
What about information on other subjects?
The gambling, the '60s, did George research them?
Oh, absolutely. Meticulous was George.
It's all in the memoir. Here, take a copy.
~ On the house. ~ Thank you.
Nick will sign one for you if you're lucky!
(ENGINE TURNS OVER)
(CAR DRIVES OFF)
(EXCITED CHATTERING)
Maggie is going to leaflet the village
and offer a reward for the recovery of the manuscript.
Good, cos there's over 100 people turning up and no book to unveil.
We could always cancel and refund people's money if we have to.
We can't afford to do that.
I don't know, maybe we should think about
auctioning some of your dad's memorabilia to raise money.
Do what?
Just, you know, make more of an event of it.
~ Rob, we're a bookshop, not an auction! ~ I know.
And we're not hawking my father's belongings, thank you!
I can't believe you'd even think of that!
I'm sorry. Forget I said anything.
SILAS: Bella!
I couldn't help noticing you put Cry Wolf in Crime.
Yes.
Yes, but seeing as it is a genre buster,
that straddles two genres,
I was thinking perhaps it could go into Horror as well.
If you insist.
Maybe put it on a front table so people can see it when they come in.
~ Name? ~ Laura.
Seeing as there's a werewolf in it,
perhaps you'd like me to put it in Folklore?
Great.
Maybe even Humour?
I was sorry to hear about your father's manuscript disappearing.
~ How did you know about that? ~ News travels.
I could always do a reading of Cry Wolf if you need a replacement.
~ Find anything in the books? ~ Nope.
But, a lot of murders and casinos usually motivated by greed.
Talking of greed, Suzie Colebrooke's art dealer
just tripled the reserve prices of her work.
So he benefits from her death.
As does Niall Colebrooke who gets his wife's life insurance
and whose business is struggling.
But his best chance of making money
is from the successful publication of the new book.
~ Suzie was pivotal to that. ~ Agreed.
~ So, killing her doesn't make sense. ~ Mm-hm.
Am I interrupting something?
Suzie Colebrooke and Cecilie Peterson's phone records.
~ Do they share any numbers? ~ Not that I can see.
Cecilie Peterson did however
ring a pay-as-you-go number just before she died,
but we don't know whose it was.
And, she had a car.
It doesn't exactly narrow it down.
Except the car wasn't at her house and not in any of the local garages.
We checked.
A taxi firm reported dropping her home this morning, so where is it?
~ You've clearly been busy, Nelson. ~ Thank you.
Which is why you won't have spotted these two identical numbers
here... and... here.
Oh, that is so annoying!
(KEYBOARD KEYS CLACKING)
So, the person they both knew is...
.. Bella Summersbee!
(CREAKING)
(AGITATED RAISED VOICES)
All right, ladies and gentlemen. All right, everything is fine.
Of course the new book is going to turn up.
Somebody is just whipping up some hype.
Who told you anyway?
And yes, of course, tomorrow's event IS going ahead.
We need to speak to Bella Summersbee.
She's hosting a 'meet and eat' with Miles Rattigan.
I'll grab her.
Did you check on Curtis Braylesford?
Yeah, he comes and visits his Aunt Audrey here from time to time.
He's a data analyst for a security firm.
Have a word with him.
(CHURCH BELL TOLLS)
Your uncle is the latest Summersbee to embark on a literary career?
I know, Dad would have been stunned by the memoir and the festival.
I'm not sure he would have approved, to be honest.
He wasn't a big one for fuss.
~ You must still miss him. ~ Every day.
Would he have liked the bookshop?
Oh yeah. He used to moan there wasn't a good one for miles.
~ It was the least I could do. ~ With his royalties?
Yes, well the books haven't sold for years,
but when he died there were obituaries and everything.
Something of a reappraisal and Rattigan republished them.
~ Is this about the manuscript? ~ No...
Although, have you seen it?
No, Suzie wouldn't let me. She kept it completely under wraps.
So, how do you actually know that it exists?
Is it true the manuscript has disappeared?
It seems that way.
~ Who is your money on? ~ I wouldn't be stood here if I knew!
(SIGHS) The new manuscript. Gone!
The masterpiece as well.
How did you know it was a masterpiece?
~ Have you read it? ~ Oh, I wish!
It's all Suzie would say about it.
She wouldn't let me read it, nor anyone else for that matter,
but she said it was a total return to form.
~ How did that make you feel? ~ Relieved.
The last few books have been a bit ropey to be honest.
I met Suzie Colebrooke not letting you read it.
I was furious with her.
You come here to stay with your aunt, right?
Is that how you are so familiar with the books?
I knew the family first and the books came later.
I've been coming here since I was a kid.
Every summer.
Tell me about Cecilie Peterson.
Ces? What's she got to do with anything?
I was hoping you might be able to tell me that. Do you know her well?
We're friends, why?
Friends from?
She came into the bookshop one day and we got talking.
Just like that, a random meeting?
Yes. What's this about?
Cecilie Peterson was found dead this morning.
What?
How?
She was electrocuted, as was Suzie Colebrooke
in a manner identical to the plot of one of your father's books.
Did Suzie and Cecilie know each other?
Not that I know of.
Did you ever go to Cecilie's house or send her anything?
No erm...
We chatted on the phone and occasionally met for coffee.
Did she mention any other friends, a boyfriend, someone she trusted?
~ No she... ~ Kept herself to herself. We heard.
Did your dad ever come up in conversation?
Did she say she was a big fan of his work?
Not really. Why, was she?
She had a piece of Suzie's artwork from the first Dagger novel.
She never told me that.
Can you think of anyone who might want to kill Suzie
over and above wanting to get their hands on the manuscript?
I know she was worried about the publishing deal.
There had been rows.
With Miles Rattigan for not publishing with him?
No, with Niall.
Why would she row with her husband
when they were going to publish the manuscript together?
Well, that's just it, Suzie wasn't sure.
She was thinking about going with Rattigan.
~ Because? ~ He did such a good job with the recent reprints.
Against her husband's wishes?
So, Niall Colebrooke does have a clear motive.
I had a call from Forensics.
The window in their house was broken from the inside out.
The burglary was staged.
He could have taken the manuscript and made it look like someone else.
We know he benefits from his wife's death
but how is he linked to Cecilie Peterson, why kill her?
His marriage was hardly rock-solid. Maybe he was having an affair.
I think you're making a big mistake passing me over.
I've got an international fan base, 20,000 followers on Twitter.
There's no accounting for taste, is there?
If you're so sorted, what do you need me for?
I think we make a good team, don't you?
Come on, you could do with a hit!
After all, it's been a while since Dagger was a bestseller.
It doesn't seem like it's going to be again any time soon.
Is that a fact?
(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
~ Still looking a million! ~ A million what, years?
~ Ahh! ~ Don't answer that!
~ How was your event? ~ Oh, don't ask.
What happened to the good old days when it was you, me and George?
Well, George got sick of them.
You and he fell out and my marriage hit the buffers.
Apart from that...
Thank you.
What you want, Miles?
The manuscript?
Or have you got it?
Well, that would be telling, wouldn't it?
The art of negotiation is never to reveal the strength of your hand.
Hm.
Tell me, how are you getting on with Bella at the moment?
We get on fine, thank you.
Good, because in the light of Suzie's death,
decisions about George's estate and legacy will revert to Bella.
I could benefit from someone looking over her shoulder as it were.
I'm her mother, Miles.
Even you can't expect me to betray that trust.
Oh, I don't know.
NELSON: Thank you.
Captain Birds-Eye over here
says a Mr Colebrooke's boat is along here, Swallow's Wing.
Did he also mention that according to Nick Summersbee's memoir
this is where George had his fatal accident?
I expect they don't want to advertise that!
Here.
It's been broken into.
Mr Colebrooke?
(SINISTER MUSIC)
Maybe we're not the only ones looking for him.
Oh, Curtis, lovely, you'll have to fend for yourself tonight.
Oh, come to think of it,
how are you getting on with Rob Mead at the moment?
You know full well I can't stand the sight of him.
Yes, I thought so. Then you must come with me later on.
Why?
Well, you might enjoy seeing me
bringing the Summersbees to their knees
after the way they hurt you.
I don't want to do anything against Bella!
No, not her! Just Rob.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Mr Colebrooke?
Print shop!
Mr Colebrooke?
(MECHANISM CREAKING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Crush injuries to the chest.
Have to wait for the post-mortem to get an idea of internal injuries.
On the back of the head there are lacerations
embedded with wood splinters.
They don't seem to come from the machine.
Cause of death?
Most likely he received a blow to the back of the head
and was lifted onto the press while still unconscious.
He died of traumatic asphyxia
from the crushing action of the mechanism.
~ When? ~ A couple of hours ago.
Sir, Miles Rattigan's hotel room has been turned over,
presumably by someone looking for the manuscript.
Possibly the same person
that paid Niall Colebrooke's boat a visit before coming here.
Did they kill him because he had it or because he refused to give it up?
The real question is, did they find it?
Because if not, they're going to keep looking.
We need to talk to Rattigan.
He's checked out the hotel but I saw him earlier.
~ He'll be at the gallery opening. ~ Then so will we.
(LAUGHTER)
~ SILAS: That's big talk, my friend. ~ ROB: You should come along.
(MUFFLED CONVERSATION)
~ Yeah? OK. ~ Take care.
What's that about?
Nothing. Just said we'd go for a couple of beers.
~ With Silas? ~ Yeah, is that OK?
But, you can't stand him!
~ He's not that bad. ~ Really?
What's going on?
Nothing's going on. We just fancied a couple of beers, that's all.
(WHIMPERS)
Oh, Sykes, I'm a bit busy.
(GROWLS AND BARKS)
Ah, out like a light, bless her.
~ How was yoga? ~ Oh, you know, yoga.
You got work to do?
Well yes, I'd like to read some more of this
but I have to go to a gallery opening.
~ All right for some. ~ Work, obviously.
Obviously.
Why don't I read this for you then? What are you looking for?
Oh, it's just background information really.
~ It's fine, don't worry. ~ I don't mind.
No, no, absolutely not. You've got enough on.
The last thing I want is to give you more.
I'd better go.
Mwa.
(BUZZ OF CONVERSATION)
I'll speak to Rattigan.
Our killer might well be here in this room, Nelson.
Circulate.
Mr Rattigan.
I believe you had a visitor in your hotel room earlier.
Do you have many enemies?
Everyone thinks I'd stop at nothing
to get my hands on the new Dagger novel.
And, would they be right?
Of course!
If you did have the manuscript, it would be stolen property.
You wouldn't be able to publish it.
Ah, possession is nine tenths of the law, Inspector.
That book is mine by rights.
Because?
Because I paid George advances and he gave me nothing.
He was burnt out, totally skint.
What did he send me? Cigars!
Can I just ask, are the book covers meant to be
an ironic post-modernist representation
of the role of women in the '60s?
Oh, God no! George was just horny.
He got Suzie to illustrate them exactly how he wanted them.
You're quite a fan yourself, aren't you?
George is the reason I came to Luxton in the first place
to research his work.
~ The festival grew out of that. ~ When was that?
I came a week after he died.
So, you never met George Summersbee?
Sadly no.
You like getting your own way, don't you, Mr Rattigan?
Suzie was thinking about giving you the publishing rights.
~ Had she actually made up her mind? ~ Why do you ask?
Because I can't imagine you being the most patient man in the world.
I'm a businessman.
~ That's not a crime, is it? ~ No, but killing Mr Colebrooke is.
~ He was murdered this afternoon. ~ What?!
I think the person who killed him
is the same person who ransacked your room.
(KNOCKING)
(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)
I'll see you in five.
~ Any luck? ~ Not really, no.
Hm.
Charmed.
~ Why is he leaving so soon? ~ Follow him.
Thank you.
We need to talk about the manuscript.
Now is not the time. Tonight is not about money, it's about Suzie.
When it turns up, it'll be yours to make decisions over.
I want to be sure that it's mine to publish, yes?
You and your family owe me that!
Bella!
Don't ignore me! You'll regret it!
You understand that, don't you?
Oh, just back off! You've lived off other people's talent long enough!
Hey, stop!
(ENGINE REVS)
(KNOCKS)
(GATE CREAKS)
VINCENT: Oh, that's just perfect. What do you say to that?
SILAS: I'd say maybe you should think again.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
VINCENT: Come on! You can't bail on us now.
SILAS: No, too hot for me. I'm out.
Just you and me then, and this time I'll have you.
You wish!
Raise.
All in.
Goodness.
I could raise you even further if you like?
With what?
The bookshop against your cottage.
The bookshop isn't yours to give, it's Bella's too.
My share of the bookshop then.
And...
.. what if I tell you I've got the missing Dagger manuscript?
Then even I know you're bluffing.
~ Someone's got to have it. ~ Why not me?
Imagine me winning the manuscript?
That would really annoy the Summersbees, wouldn't it?
~ And you could have that, love. ~ It's Bella's.
Either way it's worth loads so...
Are you in... or out?
(SIGHS)
(MUFFLED CONVERSATION)
You're bluffing. You twiddle your fingers when you're nervous.
It's a tell!
I'll take the bet. Deal.
Rob?
~ What are you doing, what's going on? ~ Not now, Bell, not now.
Lover boy is about to either win you or lose you a fortune.
On their backs, guys.
Hm.
Ace is boss.
(LAUGHS)
VINCENT: Looks like you just lost a bookshop.
What?
~ What about the manuscript? ~ What indeed?
~ Rob! ~ I don't have it. I was bluffing.
Then I had better have Bella's share of the bookshop as well then.
~ What have you done?! ~ Bella...
(ALL TALK AT ONCE)
(MOBILE RINGING)
(ARGUING)
Sir...
On my way.
(ARGUING CONTINUES)
(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)
Get in.
So, what was Vincent Treaborne up to then?
An illicit poker game with a lot of tension
between the Summersbees and Audrey Braylesford.
George Summersbee does seem to trigger strong emotions in people.
(ENGINE REVS)
I think we've missed something, Nelson.
Someone was driving Cecilie Peterson's car
and stalking either Bella or Rattigan.
So, someone did have the car, who?
The person she thought sent her the package,
the person she rang moments before she died.
The person she lived with.
But, we didn't see any sign of anyone else living with her.
We weren't looking for them.
(DOOR OPENS)
This is where we found Cecilie's photograph.
People don't tend to put
photographs of themselves on a desk, but of a loved one.
Ah, this is someone else's study.
Cecilie ran a shop specialising in '60s clothing.
The Dagger novels are set in the '60s.
George was meticulous in his research.
I think they met.
~ George's marriage was on the rocks. ~ He was in debt.
He had writer's block.
What if he started a relationship with Cecilie?
This is a writer's room.
Desk. View.
Can you smell anything?
The faint whiff of...
.. cigar smoke.
And...
.. George's vintage typewriter.
Hm!
George Summersbee is alive and well and living in Midsomer.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
~ Everything OK? Betty all right? ~ Yeah, haven't heard a peep.
~ So, what are you doing? ~ I couldn't resist.
(BARKING)
(SIGHS) Sorry, Sykes. It's past my bedtime.
(WHINES)
Come on then. What do you make of this memoir?
Well, it's sweet.
Childhood summers spent chasing through the woods.
Skimming stones across the water, teenagers flirting with girls.
It's idyllic. It's all a bit too perfect if you ask me.
Then, there's a lot of talk about how he came up with the murders.
~ Any fake deaths mentioned? ~ Not so far, why?
Because I think our dead crime writer is still alive.
According to the memoir,
George's brother was at the scene when he died.
Forensics confirmed the typewriter is the one used for the messages.
Which makes George Summersbee chief suspect in three murders.
Why would he murder Suzie, a woman he was close to,
let alone Cecilie, the woman he presumably faked his death for?
I don't know.
It's a good alibi being six foot under.
Dr Summersbee, we need to talk to you.
Why have you brought me here?
To ask you about your brother's accident.
~ I believe you identified his body. ~ That's right.
He was dragged out of the water over there.
It was pretty grim. His body was mangled by propellers.
What about his face?
How did you know it was George?
Well, it was difficult.
He was quite a mess,
but you could still make out his clothes, his wedding ring.
What had happened?
We figured that he was trying to fix something
and he'd got caught under the boat before the current dragged him away.
Why were you here?
We were going to go out on the river together, like old times.
When I arrived,
the marina staff were already calling emergency services.
~ Did anyone else see the body? ~ Yes, Jeanie.
She collected his effects from the morgue.
~ What time of day was this? ~ Erm, evening.
Look, what is all this? Why are you asking?
We have reason to believe that your brother George is still alive.
Is this some kind of joke?!
I wish it was.
We think that your brother faked his death
and has been living with Cecilie Peterson in Midsomer Mere.
Only he's not there now and we need to speak to him
in connection with the murders of Suzie and Niall Colebrooke
and Cecilie Peterson.
I'm sorry. I-I-I don't understand.
George is dead and I'm telling you, I saw him.
Could it possibly have been someone else?
It was George, I'm sure it was!
Even though his face was disfigured, it was getting dark?
Did you examine him?
(SIGHS) Well, not really.
I mainly just identified him.
I was upset.
Hang on, let me get this straight, you're saying my brother is alive?
~ Yes, we are. ~ Where is he?
We don't know.
Do you think it's possible he could have fooled you?
(SIGHS)
I don't know.
He was er, always a joker,
and he was a genius at coming up with murders.
But, why would he do that?
Why would he make me, Bella, Jeanie, think that he was dead?
What sort of person would do that?
It's never you is it, Bell? It's always someone else.
I'm not the one with the gambling problem.
Your father did though. You didn't seem to mind it in him.
My dad didn't gamble our home or our livelihood and he didn't lose!
(LAUGHS) He can do no wrong in your eyes, can he?
Sometimes I feel for your mother.
Why?
Because it's hard living in George Summersbee's shadow.
Hey!
Is that you?
Mr Summersbee?
(PANTS)
You're alive!
It's Curtis. Remember?
I went out with Bella.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY IN DISBELIEF)
~ Come to gloat? ~ I've come to give you a message.
From your father.
Do me a favour, hasn't your family run us up enough recently?
I'm serious, I swear I'm not joking. I've seen him.
What are you talking about?
~ I didn't believe it either. ~ Just get out!
He said he can't meet you here.
He mentioned the woods where you used to play.
He said you'd understand and he said to give you this.
He said you give it to him on his last birthday.
But my father's dead.
Your father's alive.
George Summersbee's death three years ago.
There must be an autopsy report.
We need you to take a look and know exactly what happened.
What am I looking for?
Proof the body was George Summersbee and if not, whose was it?
You don't ask for much, do you(?)
Where would George Summersbee go?
He can't be in Luxton Deeping or he'd be recognised.
He can't use a credit card, unless he's got a fake one.
~ He has to be hiding out somewhere. ~ But where?
He grew up around there, didn't he? So, he'd know the area well.
There is a section in here about their childhood.
Sarah mentioned something
about George and Nick going endlessly into the woods near the house.
Here.
Dad?
(UNDERGROWTH RUSTLES)
Dad, is that you?
(RUSTLING)
I don't understand!
If it's you, please say something!
(MUFFLED CRIES)
Shh.
(BELLA GASPS)
~ Dad! ~ Shh, shh!
There's somebody else here.
It's really you!
(BELLA GASPS IN AMAZEMENT)
(SOFTLY) We have to get out of here.
(SOFTLY) What?
(SIREN BLARES)
(ENGINE REVVING)
That's it. Bannerdown Woods.
I don't understand! What happened?
~ Not now, Bell, keep moving! ~ Where have you been all this time?
Let's get out of here.
(PANTING)
I need to know. Where have you been?!
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
~ I was with Cecilie. ~ Cecilie?
What?
~ Why didn't she say? ~ I told her not to.
~ She was my way of knowing you were OK. ~ But...
Why did you go?
I'm sorry. I HAD to escape!
Escape?!
You abandoned me for your spy of a mistress!
You did that!
How could you?!
I thought you were dead! We buried you!
Look... Not now.
Whoever is doing this, it's ME they're after!
~ You stay here! ~ No!
Bella, stay here!
(BELLA SOBS)
(PANTS)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(RUSTLING, BIRD CAWING)
(CREAKING)
(PIERCING SCREAM)
(BELLA GASPS)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
Deep stab wound above the collarbone on the left side of the neck.
Indicating?
You see this line of small bruises on his left temple?
This was caused by a hand restraining him from behind.
Given the angle the dagger went in and its positioning, I'd say...
~ Left-handed. ~ Exactly.
We haven't found footprints near the body.
How can we be sure anyone else was here?
Apart from George Summersbee, and Bella.
What brought you to the woods?
Curtis said he'd seen my father and that I was to come here.
It's where we played with Mum when I was small.
And what happened once you were here?
We were chased.
Who by?
I don't know.
Did you see anyone at all?
So, how do you know you were chased?
Because, Dad was panicked.
We split up but I changed my mind and went after him.
What made you go after him?
I didn't want to lose him again.
Did your father say where he'd been for the last three years?
How did that make you feel?
The dagger.
I turned him over and pulled it out.
So, you have no idea who did this?
No.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Do you think Bella is telling the truth?
Possibly, although she must have been angry
when she found out what her father had done.
And the murder weapon, it's another Dagger motif.
~ This could still be a crazed fan. ~ Yes.
Bring Curtis Braylesford down to the station.
He told Bella to come here so he knew where George was.
OK, I'll keep you updated.
~ Where are you going? ~ To speak to Jeanie Summersbee.
Someone close to George must have known he was still alive.
(WOMAN LAUGHING)
(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)
Oh dear!
(CHUCKLES TO HERSELF)
Mrs Summersbee?
Inspector?
I'm afraid Nick and Maggie aren't here.
They've gone to their big event.
(SIGHS) I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.
So, I let myself in. I'm not going to buy a copy, am I?
Actually, it's you I want to talk to.
I'm sorry to inform you that your husband is dead.
I know. He died three years ago.
No, Mrs Summersbee.
He died less than three hours ago in the woods.
I'm afraid he faked his previous death.
He's been living in Midsomer Mere ever since.
Who was she?
Who was he with?
He was living with a woman called Cecilie Peterson.
I'm sorry.
Does Bella know?
She was with him when he died.
Tell me, this memoir, what did you make of it?
Fiction, absolute fiction.
Maggie is behind every word.
So, er, she is the power behind the throne, is she?
Absolutely. Always has been.
Ever since she first came to the village.
When was that again?
Just after George's...
.. disappearance.
RECORDING: You have two messages. Message one.
(BEEP)
Hi, it's Rob. Can you let me know, is the event still happening?
Message two.
(BEEP)
Maggie, Curtis. Yesterday we talked Dagger.
You referenced 23 murders.
It's not, it's 20. I checked.
(MACHINE BEEPS)
Of course!
(CHATTERING)
~ I need to speak to Curtis, is he in? ~ I'm not really sure.
It's important!
You should know Curtis doesn't like visitors.
He's not the most sociable.
Mr Braylesford? Mr Braylesford?
Curtis, there's someone to see you.
DS Nelson.
Mr Braylesford, open the door!
It's been ever so hard for him. He's never really got over Bella.
He once went out with her, you see. Well, sort of.
He didn't really take it ending as well as he might.
The family used to make such a fuss,
and then when it ended, they all abandoned him.
~ Curtis! ~ Unforgivable.
It's about George Summersbee.
George and Jeanie assumed they didn't think he was good enough for her.
Mr Braylesford, open the door!
I should have told him, then all of this could have been avoided.
Told him what?
It was nothing to do with the parents,
BELLA decided to end it.
Curtis, George Summersbee was killed this morning.
We know you saw him, Curtis!
As I said, Curtis has always been a little one track.
He wouldn't hurt anyone though!
I think.
Curtis!
Stop!
(BUZZ OF CONVERSATION)
~ Where's Bella? ~ In the office.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
CURTIS: Bella!
You ruined my life!
Why didn't you tell me it was your idea to end it?
(SIREN BLARES)
(MOBILE RINGING)
Kate, go on.
(PANTS)
Bella, put that down.
~ Get him out of here! ~ No!
~ Why did you send me up there? ~ I told you, your dad asked.
Curtis, you need to come with me. Bella, look at me.
Aunt Audrey told me it was you who ended our relationship.
~ No-one else. ~ Bella...
(BELLA SIGHS)
I'm sorry, Curtis.
I shouldn't have blamed my parents.
I didn't know how to tell you.
You were never the one for me.
~ I could be. ~ No.
I'm sorry.
(DOOR OPENS)
Nelson, we need everyone out here now.
(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS)
Of course, it wouldn't be my brother without twists and turns.
And, as some of you know, his latest manuscript has gone missing.
DCI BARNABY: Dr Summersbee? Stop.
Because the er, manuscript, hasn't really gone missing.
Has is, Maggie?
You've had it all along, haven't you?
That's how you knew there were 23 murders in the Dagger novels,
not 20.
~ In your bag, is it? ~ It's complicated.
Someone claimed the reward.
It's actually rather simple.
You used your spare key to Suzie's house
and then made it look like a burglary.
You did what?!
For safekeeping so this event could happen.
Why didn't you tell me?!
I was scared. People were dying!
(SHOCKED CRIES)
This isn't just about the manuscript though, is it?
This is about George Summersbee.
George always won, didn't he?
He had the career, the fame and celebrity.
~ He had the big house. ~ What's your point?
I think that you spent your life in your brother's shadow,
until he died, and then everything got better.
You met Maggie, you wrote your book.
Your brother's death was the best thing that ever happened to you.
Nick loved George!
Well, your husband did take quite a risk for his brother.
Didn't you?
Here.
What risk? I don't understand.
Do you remember Mark Sampson?
He was a patient of yours, wasn't he? Did he die or did you kill him?
(SHOCKED CRIES)
He died of natural causes!
Well, we now know it was his body you identified as your brother.
You helped your brother to fake his death,
not because you loved him, but because you wanted rid of him.
It was perfect. A perfect disappearance!
But, he didn't disappear.
He stayed nearby and kept on writing
and then he contacted Suzie about a new manuscript.
Presumably, that was your worst nightmare.
He was alive all this time?
Maggie, he was going to come back!
But, why didn't you just kill George in the first place?
Why did you kill the two women he was closest to?
I wanted him to suffer.
I wanted him to feel pain for once.
I wanted him to lose.
But, it wasn't enough, was it?
Desperate to stop publication, you killed Niall Colebrooke
and then you tracked George down and killed him in the woods this morning.
Is this true?
(CROWD MURMURS IN SHOCK)
I was not the problem here.
George was!
You all thought he was so great, didn't you?
Well, he wasn't!
He was unfaithful, he abandoned his daughter,
and he lorded it over me for years.
Forever!
And for what?
For some stupid books,
and for this piece of nothing!
I HATED him!
(INHALES DEEPLY)
You see! Even now you protect him!
Because it matters to me!
What about me? Do I matter?
Of course!
I couldn't have him come back
and it all to start again.
He might have taken you away from me and I couldn't risk that.
Why do you think that would have happened?
Because everyone always wants George!
George this, George that!
I never stood a chance.
Well, I wouldn't have wanted him.
(STAMMERS) I don't give a damn about this.
Any of it!
(SHOCKED CRIES)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
I'm sorry about your father. I'm sorry for everything.
He may have been wrong to disappear but,
he was doing what he thought was best for you too.
You know that, right?
What, by getting me money?
I'd rather have spent time with him.
~ I don't care about money. ~ Me neither.
Technically, this place is yours now I believe.
(LAUGHS) There's no 'technically' about it.
It is mine!
But, Bella, you can keep it.
It's Rob you need to thank.
He came to see me and pleaded with me not to hurt you
just because of some stupid mistake.
JEANIE: It's very generous of you.
Not really. I get a lovely view from the moral high ground.
It was a nice trick with the poker chip.
~ Where did you get that from? ~ Jed Dagger did it.
I read it in The Wheels of Justice.
~ So, you're free then? ~ Absolutely.
So erm, why don't we go to the park
then I can take us all out for a meal and have quality family time.
~ Great, love to. ~ Me too.
Oh!
(BARNABY LAUGHS)
Or... can I be honest?
Please.
~ We could just stay in. ~ Can we?
~ Why didn't you say? ~ Why didn't you?
It's exhausting having a baby, isn't it?
Totally!
And, absolutely wonderful.
(BARKING)
Shh, shh, shh.
Come on then!
(SYKES BARKS)
(SOFTLY) Shh, it's OK.