John Nettles credited as playing...
DCI Tom Barnaby
- Rev. Suze: It's so important to talk things through without being judged, I think.
- DCI Tom Barnaby: I do so agree. I was hoping that, uh, we could talk through the fact that you didn't tell us you went for a jog on Monday afternoon.
- Rev. Suze: Oh God, I knew this would happen.
- DCI Tom Barnaby: I'm sure God knows all about it, but I don't.
- [last lines]
- Joyce Barnaby: Funnily enough, Rose Southerly once asked *me* if I'd like to help out at the cookery school.
- DCI Tom Barnaby: Doing what, exactly?
- Joyce Barnaby: I'm not sure. I wouldn't want to act out that perfect wife stuff; God knows I get enough of that at home. And I couldn't do Celia Patchett's damsel in distress act. Ugh, so demeaning. But Ginny Lamington's routine, dishing out a bit of discipline, *that* I could handle.
- DCI Tom Barnaby: Really?
- Rev. Suze: I'm pretty oblivious when I'm jogging.
- [Pointing skyward]
- Rev. Suze: Quality time with the boss, you see.
- DCI Tom Barnaby: Sorry?
- Rev. Suze: [Condescendingly] Prayer, Inspector. We still do it, you know.
- [to Jones and Barnaby as she starts off]
- Rev. Suze: Catch you later, guys.
- DCI Tom Barnaby: [Deadpan] Yes. Catch you later.
- Rose Southerly: You must have a very low opinion of me, Inspector.
- DCI Tom Barnaby: Oh, I'm a policeman, Mrs. Southerly. I leave the judging to someone else.
- Rev. Suze: Hello, you look a bit lost.
- DCI Tom Barnaby: Uh, no.
- Rev. Suze: Nothing to be ashamed of. I come here all the time, and I still get in a bit of a muddle. Susan Wicking. I'm the vicar of Elverton-cum-Latterly. Everyone calls me Rev. Suze. I'm here every Saturday, 12 till 2. Sorry, would you mind?
- [grabs Barnaby's hand and mumbles a prayer]
- Rev. Suze: Thank you so much for that. Brilliant meeting you.
- Joyce Barnaby: [walks over] What was all that about?
- DCI Tom Barnaby: We were praying you'd find the horseradish.