- [Grady Felton had been convicted of murdering a boy many years ago; having now been released from prison he has returned to the village to arrange to sell his house where the murder took place]
- Grady Felton: I had an estate agent round yesterday. And he agreed to take the sale on. Phone call this morning, and he'd changed his mind. I go into Causton, slog round all the rest of them, and nobody will touch it.
- DCI John Barnaby: That's not a police matter.
- Grady Felton: [snarls] I want that money! Now they have got no right to take it from me.
- DCI John Barnaby: [sarcastically] You murdered a young man here, Mr Felton. Did you expect buyers to be tripping over each other?
- [last lines]
- DCI John Barnaby: Are you OK?
- DS Ben Jones: Oh, I'm feeling sick. Ah! It must be a concussion. Did I pass?
- DCI John Barnaby: Just.
- DS Ben Jones: I feel terrible.
- Police Instructor: Well done, gentlemen.
- DS Ben Jones: I think I've knackered my ankle.
- DCI John Barnaby: My knee's seizing up.
- Police Instructor: Well, whatever doesn't kill you...