MORD IM DORF - EIN FALL FÜR TOM UND GAVIN #krimihörspiel #retro Norbert Langer ,Christian Rode

The days are getting shorter. It's getting uncomfortable outside. Time for a brain movie. Welcome to Hör mal zu and thank you for your like. We haven't seen each other for a while. We only meet when there are corpses. When did she die? No doubt, neck break. The question is, did she fall? Or was she pushed? That's obvious. Traces on the carpet. Maybe she didn't fall at all. Heavy blow to the neck and then she... Slept here to make it look like an accident. Yes, but it doesn't make sense. Who would want to rape a late girl of 80? And not even rich. She used to be a teacher. Who called us? The old lady who lives across the street. She thinks it's murder. But of course it was murder. When Emily came home at six, I immediately saw that something was wrong. And what exactly did you see, Miss Bellringer? For example, she slammed the door. It's like this. Some close doors and some throw them violently. Emily was a door-slammer. And that's all? She didn't lock her trike either. At that point, Emily was very sensitive. She was afraid of thieves. Like everyone else today, nothing for a bad chief inspector, but... If she just left her bike like that, there had to be something in the bush. And you have no idea what she could have picked up? No, I told you. I last spoke to her when she wanted to go into the forest. Looking for this flower? The leafless rosebush. That's an orchid. No flower. We haven't found one in seven years. And because I found it back then, Emily had to invite me for tea. That was... That was such a small world. Maybe she didn't find anything. Maybe that's why she was so exhausted. I doubt that. If Ms. Simpson found this plant, would you pick it up? Oh, no. We mark and photograph them. We have markings. Red for you and yellow for me. Really nice. There was a camera in Ms. Simpson's living room. We had it checked to see if there was a film in it. All right. Thank you very much, Ms. Berringer. You're going to investigate this, chief inspector, because I know something's wrong. We'll investigate it, Ms. Berringer. I'll go over tomorrow. No one told the bees yet. What do you mean? If someone dies, they have to tell the bees. Or they just fly away. Clearly not all cups in the cupboard. You don't believe me, do you? Well, what can you do? A closed door and an unclosed bicycle? Pure waste of time. Ah, are you Mr. Barnaby? Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby, yes. Who are you? My name is Dennis. Dennis Rainbird. My card. You're a real estate agent? Yes. Our office is in Corston, but I happen to live in Badger's Drift, and I thought I'd stop by. Ms. Simpson was a client. Excuse me? She booked in advance. The so-called silk program, one of our package funeral offers. Unfortunately not very cheap. On the other hand, please keep that between us. We came to you at a good price. She's already taught my mom. And what can I do for you, Mr. Rainbird? I was just wondering if I could get you the different... Oh, I'm afraid that won't be necessary. Oh, that means you're assuming that someone helped you. It was your neck, as far as I know. Who said that? I'm begging you, everyone knows that by now. That's how this village is. But you're not getting the body yet. Is that okay? Sir? Oh. You've got yourself a real constable. Let me know when you're ready. Mr. Rainbird disappears into a parfum cloud. A little later, at Tom's house. Dinner is ready, Tom. Yes, Troy. Thank you very much. Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to know. Thank you. What's that? A recipe by Delia Smith. Braised lamb neck with mushrooms. Delia Smith is always good. Yes, I thought so, too. Was that Sergeant Troy on the phone? Yes. I'd like to get to know him sometime. I don't think so. How's the new investigation going? I think it's murder, Joyce. I don't just think it, I feel it. She was pretty old, that Emily Simpson. How did she die? It must have broken her neck. You know Kali wants to come tomorrow, don't you? I'm sure she wants a little of you. Yes, yes. Because I know what it's like when you start a new case. Yes. I have to go again today, I'm afraid. Oh, Tom. Emily Simpson called twice before her death. Troy just told me that. Once with the information. She wanted a number in Brighton. But she couldn't say to whom. And the second call? That's the strange thing. She talked to the former telephone soul. She could still come back to you, that's how I see it. Do you also think there is hope? No. Of course, why not? I'm not in a hurry. I have to talk to someone. I don't know what to do. Yes, I think that's how she started. At least, similar. And then? And then she said she had seen something. And that she had to tell someone. She said it would be quite incredible. Did she say what it was? No. Didn't you check? We're not supposed to do that. Anyway, she then said she would call someone else. And that she knew exactly who. She thanked me and hung up. And that was all? I'm sorry, Inspector. I know there must have been something, but it's just gone. You know, if you remember, call her. But certainly. Thank you very much, Miss Baisley. Terry. We only talk to each other by first names. Tom. Yes, please, two slices. A little scrambled eggs. And toast. Thank you. Good morning, sir. Doesn't your wife cook for you, sir? No, Troy, she doesn't. I saw the autopsy report of Dr. Bullard. Troy, I did. Hit with a heavy, previously unknown object under the skull. Looks like Miss Simpson was murdered after all. You really amaze me, Troy. Oh, and then the photos you wanted to develop. From Miss Simpson's camera. She must have found her flowers. A little later, Gavin and Tom look for the owner of the company, Rain Bird. A patron-like being opens the door to them. Oh, you must be Mr. Barnaby. Iris Rain Bird. Please come in. Oh, you too, boy. Just right for tea. So next week, Mrs. Rain Bird. With pleasure. Thank you, sir. My cleaning lady. Dishonest. And she drinks. But good staff is hard to come by here. Now, come on, please. Straight through. Straight ahead. Sit down, please. Danny, water for the tea. Well, then. How can I help you? Oh, poor Miss Simpson. She was my teacher. Yes, your son mentioned it. Oh, yes, of course. Dennis told me about you. I could imagine, Mrs. Rain Bird, that you see a lot from your horse up there. My lookout. Yes, I watch the fauna with enthusiasm. Birds. I thought I saw a binoculars up there. Yes? You would be surprised how many species we have. Oh, there he is, Danny. You good boy. There's the tea. Please sit down, Chief Inspector. The hearts are with sardine butter. The echaros with salmon paste. The crosses are with ham. And the peaks are with liver paste. A cup of tea is more than enough. Thank you. Yes, thank you, too. I could imagine that you want to know if I noticed anyone around Miss Simpson's death. That would have been my next question, Mrs. Rain Bird. So, it should be between... Between 7 and 8 o'clock last night. And yes, Mr. Barnaby, there was someone there. Katherine Lacey. She lives in Holly Cottage. That's right on the opposite side of the village, from Miss Simpson's point of view. She lives there with her brother, Michael Lacey. He thinks he's an artist. Not that you would often see her there. Oh, no, no, no. If you want to talk to her, go to Tye House. Tye House. She's getting married next week. She's making a fine nest there. Dennis. Oh, stop it, Mom. The whole village has been talking about nothing else since that unfortunate shot. Poor Bella. Surprising that you didn't deal with it anymore back then. Bella Trace and her unfortunate end. But it was supposed to be just an unfortunate coincidence. Then it's probably just a coincidence that just two years later our Katherine is getting married. Henry Trace. A real gentleman. Years older than you. And stinking rich on top of that. Where exactly did Katherine Lacey go when she saw you, Mrs. Rain Bird? But how should I know? I mean, she was out with one of the dogs and made a big deal out of it. I didn't tell anyone that she was going to the post office with it. But then the phone rang and when I came back, she was gone. A glazed sombrero, constable? No, thank you. And I'm a sergeant. And Katherine Lacey was the only person you saw at the time yesterday? Is that true? Yes. To be honest, Mrs. Rain Bird, I thought eight o'clock would be a little late for your hobby. I mean, what's going on around here at this time? Owls. Those two are really creepy. A gay corpse collector. Or do you think he was in the forest? Somehow I doubt that, Troy. What about Katherine Lacey and Ty House? He doesn't have any more. They don't think much of her. You're right, Troy. But I'm going to my daughter's house first. Katherine Lacey can wait. Great joy when Tom comes home. His busy daughter, Cully, is there. She studies acting and is happy every time he sees her. How long are you staying? The whole week, if you don't mind. Have you already told him? Cully has the lead role in a play. John Ford. Too bad she's a whore. I want to learn my text here. I always thought you studied art history. Oh, that's just for fun. But maybe I'll change. I like drama. Would you listen to my text? I don't know if he has time, darling. Not a lot of meat on this chicken, is it? That's not a chicken. That's wattle. How's the case going, Dad? Is it murder? It's hard work, anyway. I'm going. Hello? Hello, Inspector Barnaby. This is Terri Baisley from the Telefonseelsorge. Oh, sure. I remembered what the old lady said. She was murdered. And I thought I should call you. Oh, yes, of course. Please tell me, Miss Baisley. Terri. It probably doesn't make any sense. But she said, Just like poor Annabella. That's what she said. Annabella. Maybe it wasn't just Bella? Maybe, but I would be very mistaken. Just like poor Annabella. And then she hung up. Thank you very much for the call, Terri. Thank you very much. Listen, Mom. The whole village has been talking about it since that unfortunate shot. Poor Bella. It's surprising that they didn't care about it anymore. Bella Trace and her miserable end. Who was that? That was the Telefonseelsorge. And I always thought you were called. It's not that bad. But I might have two murders instead of just one. A broken neck? And a hunting accident. A normal working day. I'm glad you're with us, Cully. Can you ask me for a text? I'll try. Dad, I brought you something from Cambridge. What is it? Ham wing pastilles. Thank you. No, no. Don't tell me you have them. Ta-da! Oh, the blanket. You're such a smart, smart boy. Where did you find them? In the pond behind the quarry. I saw how they tried to sell them. What do you think they're worth? Just think what the police would do if these people turned you down. That would be a holiday for you. That's the main target, Danny. I can promise you we'll both become rich. Oh no, such a sweet boy. She kisses her son like a mother shouldn't kiss her son. That's all there was, sir. Bella Trace was shot during a chase. Two cracks in the cheese sheet and the corpse detector report. I'm Detective Inspector Barnaby and this is Detective Sergeant Troy. Who are you? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm David Widely, Henry's property manager. Mr. Trace. I assume you're here because of the teacher. Emily Simpson. Did you know her? No, not personally. You probably weren't here between, let's say, 6 p.m. and 8 p.m. No. No, I don't remember where I was. Somewhere outside. Is Mr. Trace home? Yes, but that's not good at the moment. He's getting married next week. We'll only take him in for a short while. He's in the living room. Bella? I don't understand. I thought you were here because of Miss Simpson. That's true, sir, but... Shortly before her death, Miss Simpson may have mentioned her deceased wife on the phone. She mentioned Bella? She called her poor Anna Bella. Then you got the wrong Bella. No one ever called her that. Was your wife a student of Miss Simpson, sir? Yes, like almost everyone here, but she was always called Bella. If it's not too painful, sir, I'd like to know how your wife found death. It's painful, and I don't see any connection there. Miss Simpson may have known your wife as Anna Bella. As a nickname, a nickname, something like that. If there is a connection... There is no such thing. We have to make sure. Well, if you really want to. It happened two years ago, at the beginning of the hunting season. There weren't many of us that day. Myself, Bella, David Whiteley, my manager. Nice shot, darling. Bella's sister was there, too. Phyllis, Phyllis Cadell. She didn't go hunting often. I always wondered why she was there that day. Anyway, Dr. Lassiter was there, too. We've known each other for years, and I have a few friends from London. Then there was Michael Lacey, a young friend of mine. He was there as a driver to scare the birds away. I think it's only natural that you get smarter in retrospect, but I often felt that we weren't under a good star. Oh, don't worry, Catherine. These are Chief Inspector Barnaby. But of course. They're probably looking for Miss Simpson. Is it true, Miss Lacey, that you don't live here? No, not at the moment. But of course I will live here from sundown. We'll get married on sundown, Inspector. I live in Holly Cottage. It's right on the edge of the woods, with my brother Michael. And where exactly were you last Wednesday evening? Wednesday? When Miss Simpson was murdered. Or was I here? Don't ask me. I overslept that evening. You weren't out of the house? No. But we have statements that you were seen in the village. That can't be. Oh, wait. I was out again. I was in the village to hand in a letter. I took Benji with me. A nice little dog. Benji! He doesn't like strangers very much. You're not going to treat everyone in this case as a suspect, are you? It's very important for me to know where everyone was on Wednesday evening. Was there anyone else in the house? No. Only Phyllis. My sister-in-law. Excuse me for disturbing you. Henry, they're having trouble with the generator. They want to get closer to the Marquise. Excluded. Then no one understands what they're talking about. I'll take care of it. No, I'm going. That was all, wasn't it? I'd like to talk to Phyllis Cardell. Talk to whoever you want. I'll take you upstairs. Where do you know Henry Trace, Miss Leslie? He took care of Michael and me after the death of our parents. As a kind patron. Otherwise, I don't know what would have become of us. Here's your room. You have a few questions about Emily Simpson. Oh, Emily Simpson, yes. I could have thought of that. Thank you very much, Miss Leslie. From now on, we'll get along. You're going to think now, of course, that I was scared or something. But you know, it's like this. I thought you were coming because of the KFZ tax. That's why I've had a bad conscience for weeks. But now, at the wedding and so on. Must be a busy time for you, Miss Cardell. You know, yes, that's it. I've been running the house for seven years, you know, Mr... Barnaby, and this is Sergeant Troy. Seven years, yes. I came with my sister, Bella. And now this. You know, I never expected Henry to get married again. But I do what I can, even if it's exhausting. Say, if Mr. Trace gets married, will you continue to live here, Miss Cardell? No, oh, no. No, no, no house for two ladies. Henry still has a little house here, and I'll settle down there. In fact, I'm even looking forward to it. And Henry is definitely happier without me. You must have questions about Emily Simpson? Yes. You know, I'm afraid I can't help you at all. I didn't leave the house that day, and I didn't see anything. I mean, I was way too busy here, you know. With the wedding, and so on. Oh, poor thing. Phyllis Cardell? Because of half-time tax. She almost shit herself. Next, Tom and Gavin visit Mr. Lacey. Yes, I'm sorry about Miss Simpson. I thought she was nice. But it won't help if you ask me. I have nothing to do with the village. And the village? Not the least bit with me. Could you tell me where you were last Wednesday, Mr. Lacey? No. I don't know. I was probably here. That's usually me. Not an exciting life. My work is my life. You don't understand that. Maybe I went for a walk or something. I forgot. I have a few other questions. If it doesn't bother you, Mr. Lacey. It does, but get going. As far as I know, you were there when Mrs. Trace was shot at the hunt. Bella? Yes, I was there. But do you see any connection? You were more precisely with her when she was shot. Yes, that's right. But of course I had nothing to do with it. I didn't even have a gun. And now your sister is Henry Trace's second wife. Yes. What do you feel about it, Michael? Thai house. 2,000 hectares of land. Tons of money on the bank. I really have to leave this one here. It's not cheap to have. In Joyce and Tom's trusty home, Kalli diligently practices her role. You are not even worthy of shaping this creature's name with your lips. Or just kneeling when someone else speaks to him. What was his name? You should hear that later. I think it's enough that you should get the unworthy fame that a famous father had. Hi, Dad. I didn't come to see you. That sounds good. How is it going? I think it's wonderful. We absolutely have to see it. If I ever manage to learn everything, how will your case go? Oh, I don't know. Why do I always have the feeling that everyone is trying to lie to me? Probably because it is, Tom. But you always notice it. That's why you did a lot for the job. I'll finish the dinner. Mom, I thought we could go out for dinner. No, no. I have a wonderful port-au-feu in the freezer. You can practice your lines with Kalli so you can think about something else. You will make it. Like every time. Do you want a drink? No, thank you. Not now. You withdrew 500 pounds from our joint savings account. Oh, yes. May be. May be? 500 pounds? We are not in the red numbers yet, Trevor. But why? It's supposed to be a surprise. For you on your wedding day. We don't even celebrate a wedding day. We made it clear to each other that there was nothing to celebrate. But this time we're going to do it differently. You're not going to wear that thing to the funeral, Judith. Michael said I like bright colors. And besides, I hate black. Where are you going? I thought you'd rather look each other in the eye. Of course I remember how it was when Bella died. It was horrible. No, thank you. Henry Trace was already sitting in the wheelchair? Yes. Polio. Bella never got over it. When she died, I thought Henry would marry Phyllis. His sister-in-law? She married him. And probably still does. What can you tell me about Katharine Lacey? Well, she's Henry's mother-in-law. She and Michael. Her brother. They lost their parents in an accident. And Henry adopted her and put her in a nursing home. Holly Cottage? Yes. They were very young then. Eleven, twelve years old. And they had a little girl. Mary Sharp, that's what she was called. Nanny Sharp. She was supposed to take care of them, but she couldn't. In the film. As far as I've heard, the children always argued. A never-ending fight. Finally, Mary got out of the dust and settled down on the coast. Emily could have told me. She knew Mary quite well. A little more sherry? No, I still have some. But thank you very much. If you ask me, you should take a look at Katharine. I mean... Well, the girl is much prettier than some men. And if you really saw her at the pop-up in the forest, she had the most to lose. That's an argument. Didn't you see anyone here in the village? Yes. She was out with her dog. No, there was no dog here that evening. Wallington goes crazy when there's a dog around. She could have tied him up somewhere outside. Not this dog. She ties him up from time to time in front of the post office and he grabs the possessed. You can hear the dog miles away. Oh, perverted. And I thought I would have solved the case for her. Meanwhile, at the company Rainbird. I think everything went very well, Dennis. A very nice service from God. You know what? I think I've fallen in love with another Marron Lyonnais. If that's Mrs. Quine, it's too early for her. I'm going. Oh, I see. Oh, who is it, Dennis? Dennis has opened his murderer. There's a big knife in his chest. Then the killer turns around, Mrs. Rainbird. An anonymous note goes in Korsten that the two were murdered. Tom and Gavin are on their way to the institute together with the forensic surgeon. Have you seen the mother? The head is almost cut off. I have rarely experienced such brutality. And the murder weapon? Big knife, 30 centimeters. And very heavy. The murderer took it with him. You can take the two to forensic medicine. Terrible thing. Who found the two? Mrs. Quine, the housekeeper. She's waiting outside and is in shock. Not surprising. I'll talk to her. But don't expect too much. Sir, come with me. You have to see this. You'll never believe this. Quite the opposite, Troy. I'm afraid I believe everything. During the search of the apartment, the police found that the Rainbirds were ice-cold oppressors. 10.30 a.m. Mr. and Mrs. W cross the street at the mailbox to avoid Mrs. G. 11.14 a.m. A visits Mrs. F. Goes after 15 minutes. There are hundreds of entries in this book alone. That must be tens of thousands in total. Let them pack up all the books. We have to take care of the whole thing. Absolutely nothing escaped them. Not even, I hope, the murder of Emily Simpson. And possibly the murder of Bella Trace. Oppression, sir. Did the Rainbirds live off it? Oh. Here, Troy. Someone tore out the last page. So in the end, one entry was too much. She was a little strange. She and her son. Corpse keepers are strange, aren't they? But she was always very nice to me. In any case, she was always very good to me. Mrs. Quine, what time were you here? I would say four o'clock. Tuesday morning and Friday afternoon. I was always here. And at that time there was no one near the house who came or went away? But certainly, yes. I already told your men. She was standing outside the front door when I came and had the basket in her hand. She rang the bell a few times, but then she was gone when I came. And did you recognize who the woman was? It was... It was Catherine Lacey. You know, she's getting married soon. I don't care if you marry him because of his money, but then have the courage and admit it. No, because it's not like that. How is it then? Do you like to fall in love with a damn cripple at your age? The damn cripple took care of us. If he hadn't been there, we wouldn't have had a home. We wouldn't have had anything. Yes, but now he gets his meat for it. He doesn't buy me meat. Oh, come on. And what does he do then? Does he rent you for hours? All right, then don't come to the wedding. Henry and I can do without you. Shall we follow her, sir? No, Troy, I'd like to take a look in here. What? Without a search warrant? Isn't that a little... Stomachache? No, no. Good thing it's not my idea. If we get caught, it's hers. Hm. Dad? Oh, come in, honey. Is Mom already in bed? Yes, for hours. What is it? Notebooks. Iris Rainbird has dedicated her entire life to the neighborhood relationship. You wouldn't believe what's going on in a small village under the calm surface. Was it very bad today? The bodies? Nothing worse. I think... Do you know what really got me, Carly? That I had no feelings for her. Neither for Iris Rainbird, nor for her son. But there were unsympathetic people, too. But still people. And all I could think of was... Two dead again. The machinery is running again. More clues, more statements. But I took another step in the wrong direction. Shall I stop your roll? How's it going? Well, four files done. One's still missing. Yeah, but I'm assuming that's the last file it's on. RAVENWOOD FOREST NEXT MORNING Catherine, we can't do this. I don't think we have a choice. But not now, completely excluded. Ah, Barnaby. Mr. Trace. Welcome, as promised. The voice of reason. Catherine wants to cancel our wedding. How am I supposed to convince her? We're expecting 200 people. The presents, the buffet. It's all organized. First Miss Simpson, now the Rainbirds. How can we celebrate? Don't even think about it. Have you found anyone, Mr. Barnaby? Will you arrest anyone? I'm afraid I'll have to ask you a few questions first, Miss Lacey. About the Rainbirds. Catherine? That's ridiculous. You picked them up yesterday. After the funeral. Yes. What? You didn't mention that. No, because I didn't want to talk about it. Come into the house, I'll show you something. Henry slept. That's why I went for a walk in the forest. And I found them. Mushrooms? Yes. I met Iris last week at the church committee. She gave me a recipe. And I promised her to bring some mushrooms next time. You went to her with the mushrooms? Yes, I was... I think I was there at about half past five. I rang the doorbell, but no one answered. I found that strange, because she was always at home. I only really understood it afterwards. While I was standing in front of the door, the two of them... Oh, God. Henry, do you finally understand that it's all over, that we just can't celebrate? I don't assume that someone met you in the forest. No. And in the vicinity of the house? Someone came, but I didn't pay attention. Mrs. Quine. Well, that's all cleared up. Could you leave us alone now? I'm not afraid, sir. We found various notebooks at Mrs. Rainbird's. I have to make an arrest here. Phyllis Caddell, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder of Bella Trace on June 26, 1995. Bella brought me to Tyhoes to help her with Henry. Her husband in the wheelchair, no, that was all too much for her. I did everything for him. And he was very grateful. And then I began to understand. If Bella weren't there anymore, if only he and I were together, just the two of us. And you decided to kill her. Yes. I was already good at shooting as a young girl. You learn that in the country on your own. And then, when the hunting season began, I went with her. The hunt. I thought I had done it. I would have gotten away with it. Could I have guessed that someone was watching me? Mrs. Rainbird. It's probably in your notebooks, isn't it? Oh, yes. PC 5000 pounds. PC 2000 pounds. When did it start? A week after the funeral. I received an invitation from the two of them to this disgusting house. The poor Bella. Oh, my dear. You are now needed more than ever before in Tye House. You have become a real castle queen, one might say. Ah, there's Danny with the tea. How much did they take from you? Everything I had. 50,000 pounds that I had inherited from my mother. Henry had given me something of Bella's jewelry. That's all gone. You asked for nothing more than you knew I had nothing left. Sir, someone is waiting for you up front. Troy. Did you kill her? Mrs. Rainbird. And her son. Of course she wasn't Troy. I don't just give someone my money and then decide to kill them. But she has murdered before. Yes, but there is something about the story, about this raid, that somehow doesn't fit. Oh, Mr. Wightley. Yes, please, Mr. Wightley. Sit down. Thank you. You said you wanted to talk to me. Yes, please. I would like to ask you something. That you are in here, you know. What is that? One of Mrs. Rainbird's notebooks. 5.50 p.m. on Wednesday. D.W. returns from Mrs. L. There's a red star on it. I personally believe that this D.W. is you. David Wightley. So, who is Mrs. L.? It's Barbara. Barbara Lassiter. Dr. Lassiter's wife. And you were with her when Emily Simpson was murdered. Is that right? Yes. We've been seeing each other for a while now. So she wasn't shopping in Corston? Did Mrs. Rainbird try to blackmail you, sir? No, no. But she called Barbara. If Dr. Lassiter had found out, God knows what would have happened. She wanted 500 pounds. And did Mrs. Lassiter pay? Yes. I was against it. It's wrong to do what oppressors want. And I warned her that it wouldn't end there. But it did. Or didn't, Mr. Wightley? Because Mrs. Rainbird was murdered. But... But you don't think... You think Barbara and I would... No! You shouldn't underestimate us. Chief Inspector... Talk to Michael Lacey. What about him? I passed by the Rainbirds around four o'clock. Maybe it was a little late. And I saw him. Was it Michael Lacey? Of course it was Michael. He was standing at the door. He was wearing this overall and... And his stupid hat. You can see it from miles away. Did he enter the house? Yes. I drove by and I could see how... How Dennis opened the door. Please, go to him. Talk to Michael Lacey. Tom gets in his Volvo and drives out to Mr. Lacey again. Mr. Lacey. We are here because of the violent death of Iris Rainbird. Because of the violent death, that policemen always have such a wonderful way of expressing themselves. As you may know, Mr. Lacey, the two were killed in an extraordinary, brutal way. I hope you don't expect me to fall into great grief because of Iris Rainbird, Chief Inspector. She was a disgusting woman. Have you ever looked for her? No. And what would you say if you heard that someone saw you when you entered your house yesterday afternoon shortly after four? That the person concerned should have his eyes examined. True. Mr. Lacey. We have here the decision of a judge who allows a search of your apartment. What? You can't just... Oh, yes, we can. Start in the studio. You have no right to do that, Chief Inspector. This apartment is private. I won't let you mess up my work. Did you work here yesterday, sir? Yes. Yes, all day. And where do you have the clothes? What clothes? The overalls. And the hat, the gloves. What? That you wore during the murder of Iris Rainbird. You are completely crazy. I was never in this house. That's a trap. You hid it there. I know you exactly. That's how you work, isn't it? The man flees faster than the two can look. Troy chases him. After almost 400 meters, Troy catches the fugitive. Midsomer Worthy. The church in the middle of town. The time is 3.30 p.m. Beloved sir, we have gathered here today in front of the Lord and this church to unite Henry David Trace and Catherine Lacey in the holy state of marriage. Just like the poor Annabella. Which one is a worthy man? During the ceremony, Tom suddenly has the solution in front of him. He urgently has to leave. Police station Corston. Arrest cell. You didn't even ask where I was yesterday for the sake of service. You said you had painted. Yes, but I wasn't alone. I'm painting a portrait of Judy Lassiter, the doctor's daughter. She was with me from Wednesday morning until about 7 p.m. Please explain to me why you didn't tell me that right away. Because you and your winged judge here don't let anyone speak. Well, then I can go. No, Mr. Lacey, you can't go yet. You can go when I say you can. And no, that's not true. Yes, I was with him. He was painting my portrait. You didn't tell me that, Judith. Why should I? He only did the first sketches, but that took all day. He said I had a wonderfully complex face. Then he's a surrealist, isn't he? Think very carefully, Miss Lassiter. Mr. Lacey was apparently seen down in the village after 4 o'clock. But he wasn't down in the village. He was in Holly Cottage. I was there. And everyone's supposed to hang around him anyway. He was there on the evening when Emily Simpson died. How do you know that? Because I visited him. I talked to him through the door. He didn't let me in because he was painting, but I heard him. You spend a lot of time with him. Is there anything I should know? What? Something like you and your weird judge? Or Barbara and her lovers? No, Dad, no. There's nothing you should know. Nothing at all. The thing is, Judith never really dealt with the fact that I got married again. It wasn't easy. That cricket game you wanted to see, Dr. Lassiter, that was on Wednesday. There was no cricket game. You see, Barbara is not particularly open in this relationship. And I've been there. I have the address of the lady, if you want. Thank you. I can't explain how Judith got to know about it. That's... everything she wants to say. Yes, indeed. Shocking. Thank you, Dr. Lassiter. Oh, God, what a family. Do you think the girl is telling the truth? Yes. I even assume she could have told us more than she wanted. But for us it means we have to let him go. Not yet, Troy, not yet. We'll find the knife in his house. We'll arrest him, but he knows he's not a murderer. And that someone else hid the knife. So why is he running away? A short while later... That tastes good. It's just something from Marks and Sparks. You should have told me you were coming. But it tastes great. You know who it was, don't you? I always notice. Yes, now I know who it was. Then you can be very happy with yourself, Tom. This afternoon, Michael Lacey was released again. The little Lassiter confirmed his alibi. There's just one thing I don't understand. It was a trick, of course. But I don't know how... Oh, that's Troy. Unfortunately, I have to go again. Where are you going? I'm going down to the coast, to Brighton. A farewell kiss and off we go, on the three-hour drive to the seabed Brighton. I was hired as a babysitter by Henry Trace for the two children. Her father worked for the good, but he died in a car accident and his wife with him. The Laceys? The parents of Catherine and Michael. I moved to Holly Cottage. I took care of the two of them there for about nine years. Please, Mrs. Sharp. The two of them were never simple children. But of course, under these circumstances, you can see a lot of things in them. Michael was 18 and Catherine 17 when it all started. They argued all the time. They'd fight all the time. Day after day, but nothing but insults. She threw something at his head. He stormed out of the house like a madman. I don't know if I could have put up with that much longer. But all the time, I had a feeling that something was wrong. Something was wrong with all this fighting as if it were just an imagination for me. I couldn't talk to anyone about it. I was with them for nine years. I could... I told Mr. Trace that I wanted to retire and moved to Brighton. Did you still keep in touch with Emily Simpson after you left? She was at Just Drift, my best friend, and we still kept in touch. But I never told her anything. And then, when I heard that she was dead, I had a strange feeling. But how could I have known? And how could I have betrayed the two of them? I loved her, you see. No matter what she did, I loved her. Michael and Catherine Lacey. Emily Simpson must have seen the two of them in the woods. That scared her so much that she called the phone service first and then looked for the number in Brighton. Lucy Berringer knew that Mary Sharp had moved to the south coast and I counted two and two together. I'm driving. But who of the two was it? I mean, Michael Lacey was at home and Catherine Lacey had the dog. It was Catherine Lacey. It worked quite simply. She just had to give the dog to her brother. You know what Judy Lassiter said. She talked to Michael Lacey through the door. Why did he leave her at the door? Because otherwise she would see the dog. And all the love effort would be in vain. Catherine should have free rein to become Henry's wife. The fortune. And one more thing. I could imagine that they had already started with him. Slow poisoning or something. Shoot, stab, break neck, poison. Are the two of them not scared at all? She's gone. What do you mean, gone? What happened? I don't know either. Catherine was upstairs, then Michael was suddenly there and now they're both gone. Mary Sharp. Oh, this stupid woman. She called him. Who called whom? What's going on here? Holly Cottage? Yes. No. We're not going to make it in time. Where did you find it? Catherine Lacey hid it upstairs. When we arrested her brother, he called her, you're in the picture. And he did it like this. Of course she understood that. So he thought she should hide the picture because it probably would have betrayed him. It is very expressive, in its own special way, even brilliant. He had talent. But also so despicable. I almost guessed it when we were here. The three bedrooms, but only one bed was used. You managed to get me around the nose. When? When we heard the argument between the two of them. You really had the feeling that you hated each other, didn't you? Well, they couldn't have staged it for us, because they didn't know we were here. But it was so that they knew. They saw us in the mirror and then pulled off a show. Poor Emily. And poor Annabella. Who was she? We'll never know. Kopfkino at Hör mal zu. Thanks for your like. This is your support free advertising 365 days a year.