Oh no. Oh dear. Oh heavens, no! A group of women selling sex for money? No, not my cup of tea. One, a mother, a widow, starts the "business" in order to pay for her daughter's posh school, just as said child skips school to chug on stolen lager and smoke in dark barns? what. am. i. watching? Oh wait. Oh yes. There they are--Barnaby and Jones. Now I feel safer among all these elicit affairs. Well, maybe not around Jones, with his mouth agape, young blood that he is. Ok, so what's next? Oh, yet another scene of whips and role play--we get the point, sheesh! And now...a bit of drivel about a grocery store, a fight, and poisoned topsoil? I've stopped listening. Well, hold on, not entirely--I hear the grand voice of Detective Tom Barnaby, the voice of dignity and justice! I can sit through anything, through moral depravity and scattered talk, anything for that voice and handsome mug, so charming in his winter coat and scarf. Wait, hold on, no, no, no--stop. Our main man is being mooned...and not in any innocent prank. Oh, it's too much. And it's almost over; was there even a murder here? Oh yes, what? A stroke? A beating? Paralysis and stabbing? It's too much. It's not enough. Well, hold the phone again....Jane and Tom in bed...haha...an unexpected hilarious bit at the end---priceless and worth every minute! Anyhow....the scenery in this episode is typically quaint...the weather seems cold and brisk...quite refreshing in any plot.
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