Midsomer Murders

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Good morning.

John?

John!

I'm going.

Hello!

Excuse me.

Morning, sir. There's been a, um...

Hey. What have you got there?

TV.

You'll have to excuse Sarah.

The creative juices are flowing.

Jamie, hi. I'm sorry. I can't stop.

I want to get this chapter finished before work.

Everyone has a novel in them.

Apparently, Sarah's is pouring out.

Yes, well, whether it's any good or not is another matter.

I'm sure it will be. Is it chick lit?

No! Well...

Not really.

It's a historical romance, set in Georgian times.

Shall we?

Bye, Betty.

Hello, you.

Press another button.

Heading outside, Ronin.

First up, Pat Hammond, Vale cottage, Windsor Lane.

Nice one, Mary. How are you coping?

Well, you know, as well as can be expected

when your boss and your receptionist

have both taken time off in lieu simultaneously.

OK. Got visual.

Nice one.

Load her up.

Once you've mastered drone delivery,

I shall have to introduce you to...

.. classical music.

Or I could do you a playlist.

You always say, "Embrace the modern."

There are exceptions.

Healthcare by air.

Back to you. Fast and furious.

You bet.

Victim -- female, stabbed in the middle of the countryside,

found by a visiting rambler, apparently.

- That it? No name? - No.

What the hell is that?

It looked like a drone, but eyes on the road, please, Winter.

Interesting choice of clothing.

DCI Barnaby, DS Winter.

Petra Antonescu.

I'd shake hands, but...

- Murder weapon? - Seemingly.

The pen is mightier than the sword.

Cause of death may be stabbing to the neck.

Possible puncture of the carotid artery.

Can't be sure yet. This is no way to kill someone.

If I stab someone, I stab them with a knife or a sword.

Do you often... stab people?

- Do you mind? - < Right.

- Time of death? - In the last two hours.

Uniform are searching the area

but so far, no ID, no phone, no wallet, nothing.

So, what's with the fancy dress?

Early 1800s. Georgian.

And they teach that in pathology school?

I watch a lot of Jane Austen films.

I'm more of an action man, myself.

There is this, also.

"Meet me. I'll tell you everything you need to know about... her."

What's through there?

Thanks.

Maybe she was meeting someone here.

Winter?

So, we've got a dead woman from the 1800s

who might have been on her way to meet a 21st-century druggie?

- Hmm. - Where do we go from here?

There.

A repast out of doors -- so invigorating.

Appeals to both eye and palate.

- What one might call a movable feast? - Yes. That's very good, James.

Doctor Franks! I thought we'd lost you.

Just getting some air.

Perhaps you were practising your quadrille.

I'm very much looking forward to it at tomorrow's dance.

Actually, I'm not a great lover of dances.

Not a great lover? That's disappointing.

You've just shrunk in my estimation.

Right, you lot.

Grub up. I'm taking five. I'm so done!

James?

What do you think you're up to, Pol?

Not now, Dad, OK?

Yes, now.

Polly, we've been through this a million times.

- Bonnet on, legs crossed. Manners. - No!

Forget it.

This lot might buy this posh nonsense,

but I've just lugged the contents of the supermarket up a hill

in shoes that would down a ballerina.

Listen, love. Think of your mum.

We're trying to re-create a world here.

And, besides, we're paying you.

- Katherine? - Walter.

Kitty, please.

Katherine... Got visitors.

Well, who are they?

J...

Um...

Vehicles aren't allowed here.

They are now.

- You are? - James Oswood.

Are you missing anyone from your group, Mr Oswood?

A young woman, in her 20s.

Samantha Berry, yes. Why?

I'm sorry to have to tell you, she's been murdered.

Samantha Berry wasn't local.

She lived in a flat―share in East London.

A long way from home. Next of kin?

Mother, Rachel. We're trying to track her down.

No trace yet of father or siblings.

And the good news?

Her flatmate's sending a recent photograph.

Miss Berry was an Oxford graduate, apparently.

Single and a journalist.

A journalist killed with a pen?

According to her employer, she wasn't covering the event for them.

Could be a secret passion, I suppose.

When did you last seen Miss Berry?

8:30, at breakfast.

We believe she was on her way to meet somebody when she was killed.

Any idea who that might have been?

No.

Gorgeous Georgians?

Kitty's brainchild.

Yes. We stage immersive events.

Visitors come and live for a week

as they would have done in the time of Jane Austen.

It's got a live element included in the week,

like a... a re-enactment.

There's a local legend that Jane Austen

passed through the village in 1801.

And I'm determined that Gorgeous Georgians

is going to restore this house to its former glory.

We're just three days into our first event,

so, obviously, this is a bit of a disaster.

Not least for Miss Berry.

Of course. I didn't...

I'm sorry.

Might I take a look at Miss Berry's belongings?

Sure.

Samantha was really nice.

Friendly, approachable.

We had a great laugh in the pub.

I thought you weren't allowed out, Miss Everard?

We met her last week when she was staying in the village.

- Real nosy, though. - About what?

Everything. The house, the village.

Anyone have a problem with that?

Mum snapped at her about it.

She snapped when she caught her in the kitchens last night.

- Doing what? - Sneaking back in.

Said she'd been out, having a cheeky fag.

I thought she was top banana.

I reckon his Majesty over there did too.

Mind you, you can form a queue for that one.

He's proper fit.

What?!

A girl can dream. You must have that all the time in the surgery.

I'm a receptionist at his surgery.

And he's everyone's Mr Dorky.

Darcy.

Yeah, whatever.

So, who looks after the surgery in his absence?

There are other doctors.

And James's stepmum, Mary, she's a pharmacist.

She runs the place.

Didn't you think it was odd that Samantha wasn't on the walk?

Nah. Neither was Solomon.

Only joined for the picnic.

And when he did, he looked a bit hot and sweaty, if you know what I mean.

Did Miss Berry say

where she heard about the event or why she came here?

No. Booked through the website.

I know she stayed at the village pub last week.

Kitty's sister, Nell, mentioned it. She runs the pub.

And, um, where do your other guests come from?

Quite a few are from the Jane Austen Friendship Circle.

Hmm. And... the Circle approves of your venture?

Mostly.

Mostly?

The head, Gemma Christie, she's not a fan.

And where might I find her?

Tea room in the village.

Drone trial.

The village has been granted a two-month licence

to trial a drone service delivering medicine to patients.

Deadly Doug got the tender.

- Deadly? - Yeah! A school nickname.

As in 'dead boring'.