All language subtitles for Wycliffe - S02E02 - The Trojan Horse

- Take him back for me
will you, darling?

Yeah, sure.

- I want to catch Alex.

- You away?

- Yeah, committee meets at eight

so I'll be back tomorrow
about 12.

You okay?

- Yes, fine.

Drive

carefully.

- Uh huh.
- Uh huh.

Love you.

- He's got some heat
in his near foreleg.

- Nah, he was steppin' out
sweetly, not feelin' it.

He could win the open
with a decent jockey up.

- Like you you mean?

- Yeah,

I qualified him.

Alison's no bloomin' idea.

Couldn't kick a donkey off.

- Oh.

- If you're watching,

if anyone saw her or knows

where she is, please

just call and tell us
that she's alright.

Whoever's holding my
wife please just call.

- Crocodile tears, ma'am?

Convinced
me at the time.

What do you know about him?

- Alex Keir, 45 runs
a stable yard,

P & C threw up a spent
drunk driving charge

a couple years back.

Other than that he's clean.

- And the wife?

- Alison Keir, been
missin' a couple of days

before the local boys
brought us in, sir.

She's 35, otherwise
unknown to us.

Oh and her car disappeared too.

- Alright, anything else?

- Yeah, Potter's chasing up
the woman's medical background.

See if there's any, you
know, psycho problems.

- That's worth a look.

But it doesn't strike me
she's gone walk about.

- No sir.

I've got this nasty feeling
we're gonna find her

tied up in a ditch somewhere.

- Ever the optimist, Dixon.

- Morning.

Mornin'.

You hope to ride?

- No, no it would be cruelty
to animals if I sat on a horse.

Detective Inspector
Kersey, see ID

- Penryn, Dave Penryn.

So, you found her then?

Mrs. Keir?

- I take it you work
here Mr. Penryn, do you?

- Yep, dog's body.

I'm officially the
gardener, but I ride out

stall the chasers.

Get 'em ship shape.

- Race horses are they?

- Some are, some aren't.

This'll never make anythin'.

Walkin' into dog food,
he jumps like a crap.

So how long
have you known the Kiers?

- Since they first
come down here.

Governor bought the
place off my father.

The old bugger ran
it into the ground.

Are they good
people to work for?

- There's worse jobs.

Here, don't get too close
to his backend he cow kicks.

Oh, sure.

Hold the dogs will you?

- Who's the young lady?

Diana.

- Is that the Kier's
daughter is it?

- You might think so
the way she goes on.

She's just a stable hand,
muckin' out, that sort of thing.

Mrs. Kier took her in
a couple years back.

- How do you mean took her in?

- She's one of them
female horse nuts.

Started hangin' about the place

working voluntary.

Spun some sob story about
her parents being dead.

So in the end Alison
gave her a job.

- Do you know are there
any problems between them

that you're aware of?

- Who?

- Mr. and Mrs. Kier.

- I wouldn't know.

Don't move in my
circles do they?

However,

married couple,

middle-aged, no kids.

Speaks for itself, don't it?

- Why do they call it
point to point racing?

- It's a circuit where
the horses jump around

from one point to another.

All amateur riders you know.

- I see.

So you spent that
night in a hotel?

- Yes, I gave your
local chaps the details.

- How long have you
had the stables?

- Been here about eight years.

We were up north,

Alison adores horses.

She lives and breathes
for them.

I'm sorry.

- Appreciate this must be
very difficult for you.

How did your wife seem
when you left her?

- She was fine.

I mean she was looking
forward to the Hunt Open.

She was going to ride our horse
Greek Warrior in the race.

- She ever gone missing before?

- Oh never, no.

- She's not wandered
off for a few days or?

There's no friends, relatives
she mighta spent time with?

- Absolutely not.

She would have told me if
she was planning a trip

or anything like that.

She wouldn't just go
off without me telling.

- Oh, sorry.

Is it alright if I work
down in the office now?

- Yes, it's been checked.

- I need a list of anyone,
everyone you can think of

who your wife might
try and contact.

Yes, I'll do that.

Oh, God, Superintendent,
what's happened to her?

- I don't know, Mr. Kier.

- She was so happy.

She was so happy here.

- We'll do everything we
can to find her, Mr. Kier.

I promise you.

- Oh.

- Help.

Help.

Hi.

- Anything down in the stables?

- Well there's a chap
Penryn who's a stable hand.

He lives over in the
cottage in the back there.

He says he heard nothing
the night she went missing.

- He's definitely worth
a closer look.

- Yeah, what do you recognize?

- All signs it was a break-in.

Mrs. Kier could have
stumbled across her intruder.

He's panicked and abducted
her in her own car.

- And the burglar thought
she'd recognize him then?

- Yes, it struck
me that way too.

- Shivering shaggers don't
tell me we're in agreement

Lucy, are we?

- Don't worry, Doug,
it won't last.

- No.

Him?

- Hotel alibi.

Coulda got back in the
night and done it,

but no motive as yet.

- She was pretty cut
up though isn't he?

- Yeah, so it appears.

- Oh crud.
- What?

- We stable hacks for people,

and hire them out
to other riders.

- So there was money
taken from here

the night Mrs. Kier
went missing?

- Yep, about 80 pounds,
they took the lot.

- You live at the house
do you, Diana?

- No, Dave lives up here.

I rent a place over
Delbarton way.

- You're not from around
these parts, are you?

- Pardon?

- Your accent.

Touch of Yorkshire
in there somewhere?

- I lived in the north
for a bit, yeah.

- I thought so.

I'm from Leeds myself.

Well just outside actually.

How
well did you know Mrs. Kier?

- For the past two, three years.

She's been like a mother to me.

- And Mr. Keir?

- I don't have much
dealings with him.

- Why is that?

- I just don't.

- Where were you
on Tuesday night?

- At home.

Oh, that's Alison, Mrs.
Keir with Greek Warrior.

- Beautiful horse.

- Oh yeah, he's super.

Jumps like a stag.

Alison's dream was to win
the Hunt Open race on him.

You know horses?

- A little, I used to
ride quite a lot.

- Alright.

- Thank you,

Miss Byrne.

We may need to talk
to you again.

Sure, anytime,
I'm always here.

Just call if you want
to go for a ride.

We've got some nice
gentle mares.

- Oh okay, thanks.

- Oh, huh.

- What kind of a feel did you
get down there in the stables?

- Well, strained but
hardly surprising

under the circumstances.

- Visit them again,

and try and dig a bit
deeper if you can, Lucy.

Maybe book that ride.

- Oh yeah, that'd be good.

- Have to be on your
own time, though.

Budget's tight.

- Alright, thanks.

My brother-in-law's
notarious.

- Yeah, army of army is he?

- Nah, it's more of a
drinking club really.

Boy scouts and booze.

Morning, sir.

- Yeah, morning.

- Our glorious dead.

- You've a problem
with that, Potter?

- Uh, no sir, I was.

- Excuse me.

I'm looking for Superintendent
Wycliffe.

- It's Mr. Keir, isn't it?

- Yeah, is he here?

I must see him.

- Yeah, he's right here.

Superintendent.

- Mr. Keir, you've
brought a list of names?

- No, this came this morning.

It's demanding money for Alison.

- Yeah, um just put it down
on the desk would you please?

- Some maniac has kidnapped her,

they want money you've
gotta find her,

he's, he's threatening
to kill her.

- Just take it easy.

- It's typewritten,
good English, sir.

It's demanding 50,000
pounds to be put in a

numbered bank account
within three days.

- It's an odd place to want
ransom money lodged isn't it?

- Check the account with
the bank, would you?

Mr. Keir, has anyone
else touched that letter?

- There's, no, no, only me,
I brought it straight here.

- The envelope, please.

- Yeah, I've got it here.

Um, look I can't get
that sort of money.

No way can I get that money.

- Let's not panic, Mr. Keir.

Sit down.

- Panic?

My wife's life is
being threatened.

How would you feel?

- Yes, yes, I understand.

- Look, can the police
put the money up?

- I doubt very much we
could do that, sir.

- But you said you would
do everything to help.

- We are doing everything
it's just that.

Such things are not in
our hands, Mr. Keir.

But I'll look into it.

I promise you.

- God, he said he's
going to kill her.

I mean what can I do?

Well, please, you just
gotta help me?

- What are you doing?

Please don't do this.

Let me go.

I won't tell anyone it was you.

Please.

Is he difficult
to hold, the Warrior?

Yeah, full of
himself at the moment.

- Where is this big race?

- The Hunt Open?

It's next Saturday.

- So who'll be riding
Mrs. Keir's horse?

- Well Alison I hope,
if she's back.

Dave Penryn with a
leg up otherwise.

If Mr. Keir decides
to run the Warrior.

- Is there big money involved?

- Only small race prizes.

- And the betting?

- The bookies are there, yeah.

Sometimes big money's laid on.

Dave likes a good gamble.

- Does he?

- Mainly it's the cued offs.

Big rivalry.

Open's the top race of
everybody's season.

- Oh, I get it.

So Dave Penryn wants to ride

so he can grab the glory.

- Oh, yeah, he's always
looking for it.

Big opinion of himself Dave has.

- Did Alison ever talk to
you about her personal life?

- Sometimes.

- Do you think her
and her husband

were happy with each other?

- On and off.

- Why's that?

Did she tell you
something, Diana?

- Alison got jealous sometimes.

- Hey, played around a
bit then he did Mr. Keir?

- Well he's not what he
seems put it that way.

There's a woman, Mrs. Tregelles,
Major Tregelles' wife.

She's on the home committee
with Mr. Keir.

- And Mr. Keir and she have
a relationship you mean?

- Well there's lots of
gossip you know how it 'tis.

The Tregelleses have
a horse Pallatin.

The only thing that'll
beat Warrior in the Open.

- So the Tregelleses and
the Keirs are big rivals.

- Major Tregelleses.

He's the win at all costs sort.

- You must try to keep
a grip on yourself.

- Yes.

- It'll soon be over.

- One way or the other.

Good morning.

- Morning, Mrs. Tregelles.

How's Pallatin?

- He's fit and ready
to run his heart out.

You won't run Greek
Warrior in the Open?

- No.

Though maybe I should.

- Morning, Mrs. Tregelles.

- I must get on.

Alex, I hope you get
some good news soon.

- Yes, and thanks for
everything, okay.

- This came.

- So we do nothing.

Well can you not at least
raise the issue with the

Chief Constable I'd
appreciate that.

Yes I would.

Thank you.

Right, Doug.

Doug?

- Sorry, sir.

Any joy with the money?

- The wheels of HQ grind slowly.

Yes, Potter?

- My forensic report on the
ransom note and the envelope.

There are no fingerprints
or indentations.

The envelope was posted in
Truro, they're running checks

on the type letter format,
apparently it was electronic

and a DNA check on the glue.

It was a lickable type
of envelope seal.

- Oh, well keep me posted.

- Yes, sir.

Sorry, sir.

- Any thoughts, Doug?

- Oh, not worth wasting
any breath at all, sir.

- Suppose it wasn't burglary.

- Yeah.
- Yup.

Someone abducts her,
panics, and then decides to

go the whole hog and
sends the ransom note.

- Yeah, it's possible,
but the bank account that

he wants the money put
into was opened a year ago

with a false ID, under
the name of Baker.

And the address given
doesn't trace.

I'll tell you there's been
some planning put into this.

Yes.

It's very odd though.

- Whew.

Any
news down at the stables?

- I spoke to Diana Byrne
the stable secretary.

She mentioned a Major
and Mrs. Tregelles.

She also gave me the
impression that Alex Keir

may well have been playing
around with this Mrs. Tregelles

and that might just be
local tittle tattle, but..

- We've got precious little
else to go on at the moment.

There's also something

about this big race coming up.

Now the Tregelleses and
the Keirs both have horses

running against each other.

- You're not suggesting surely
that someone was abducted

Alison Keir to stop
her riding a horse?

- You can say, sir.

I do know passions run
deep in the horse world.

- Have you got an address
for these Tregelles people?

Yes.

- Well you better get
down there with Doug.

Have a chat with 'em.

- Sir.

How was the horse ride?

- Uh, it was great.

Now I know why the Queen
rides sidesaddle.

- Uh, yes, yes put him on.

Mr. Keir, Superintendent
Wycliffe.

No, no, no, no, no.

Just keep the letter there.

Yeah, and don't let anybody
else touch it.

- Now remember Pallatin
rushes his fences.

So find the stride.

Go on.

- Gregory, our son.

He'll ride Pallatin in the Open.

- About Mr. Keir.

- Oh, yes.

Well as I said we've
been close friends

for oh five years or so.

- When did you last see him?

- Alex?

This morning up at the stables.

- And before that?

- Oh I think it was last
Monday I was up there.

- Why was that?

- Hunt business.

- Is that the only basis
for your close friendship?

- Who have you been talking to?

- I'm sorry?

- Some people around these
parts have little to do

with their lives but
gossip, Inspector.

Some of them have in the
past seen fit to repeat their

innuendos in my husband's
presence.

- Mrs. Tregelles, I
can assure you I..

- Alex Keir and I are friends,
good friends, nothing more

despite his wife's ridiculous
accusations and no doubt

what you have heard from other
people's wagging tongues.

- Too close in.

Get hold of him.

- Is that a guard's tie, sir?

- Yes.

- I thought so.

- I was two para myself, sir.

- Ahh, the Danglers, eh?

Falkland?

- Yes, sir.

My swan song.

For few others too.

- Yes, sir.

- What about the Keir woman?

- Yes, we've been given to
believe that you and the Keirs

have a bit of a healthy rivalry.

- Oh?

- With the horses, sir.

- Well we both have
animals running

in the Hunt Open race, yeah.

- So best man wins sort
of thing is it, sir?

- No, it's best horse.

- No if Pallatin wins the
Open race he'll go into stud.

Oh will put a bit
of value on the horse winning,

though, right?

- Ooh, yeah, plenty.

And I will sell Pallatin
on for breeding,

they're a very expensive
bloodline.

- Actually it was Mr. Keir

I wanted to talk to
you about, sir.

- I don't know the man.

- Oh, I thought you
and your wife were..

- My wife is better acquainted

with Mr. Keir.

There's a mutual passion.

They ride with each other.

And that's all I know or
wanna know about Alex Keir.

So, I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Over here, useless.

When
did this second letter arrive?

- This morning's post.

I phoned your office
straight away.

- I'd like to go
through with you

exactly what the letter says.

- But it's obvious, isn't it?

This is a nightmare
I'm going through.

Can't you people
understand that?

- Yes, I can, sir.

If it was my wife I'd
feel just as you do.

- He's going to kill her
if we don't get the money.

- Yes, I've spoken to
my superiors about that.

And?

- We are unable to provide
the ransom money, I'm sorry.

- But why?

You know I can't raise it,

this place is mortgaged
to the hilt.

Do you hold any

insurance cover on Mrs. Keir?

- No, why do you ask?

- Well under the circumstances
you might have been able

to negotiate for the
insurance to put the money up.

- Oh, because she's
going to die anyway.

Is that what you mean?

- Mr. Keir,

can we talk about
the letter please?

- Now.

Here at the end of
the letter it says,

"Don't ride the horse."

What does that mean to you?

Why would anyone demand that?

- I don't know.

- Is this about a race?

Who wouldn't want you
to run the horse?

Mr. Keir, think please
this may be

the key to what's
happening here.

- I've no idea, I mean
it's plain as day isn't it?

We're dealing with some
sort of maniac?

- Perhaps.

- And you're still standing
there asking questions

when you could at least be
out searching for Alison.

- Mr. Keir, Cornwall
is a very big place.

It's not possible.

At the moment we have
no indication at all

where your wife might
be being held.

- So we just sit and wait?

Until she turns up dead?

Is that it?

- Oh, it's a nasty business.

- So we're looking at
accidental death?

- Possibly, she stinks of booze.

- Really?

Um, any idea when she died?

- Well the dashboard clock
has stopped at 1:26 am.

But the loss of heat from
the body doesn't seem to fit.

- So she wasn't necessarily
killed by the crash?

- Um.

- What's happened?

It's alright, let him go.

- Now what's happened?

Mr.
Keir, I'm sorry but apparently

your wife's been involved
in some kind of an accident.

Oh my god.

Oh my god, you said that
you'd do everything.

You did nothing, if you'd
a got the money

she would have been
alright.

- Why didn't you tell me, Simon?

- Because the job just came up.

Look they're reporter
the local reporter's ill.

- Reporting dog shows and
garden parties is one thing.

- Look I can't turn down
the opportunity.

I can't do it.

- This could seriously
compromise my situation.

- No, no it won't.

I promise you, it won't.

- White no sugar, ma'am.

- Thank you.

- Can we help you, sir?

- No.

- Flash customer.

- Spot the designer
labels did you?

- So that's Simon?

- Ah, lover's tiff, eh?

- Yeah, course of true love
never runs smooth, eh Sarge?

- How would you know, Potter?

- There's two things
that don't fit.

No attempt to wait for
the ransom money.

Don't ride the horse.

Why?

Well, what if

Alison Keir staged her
own disappearance?

- Latest development, sir.

Forensics have gone over
Mrs. Keir's car.

Apparently the accelerator
cable has been jammed wide open.

Full throttle.

Deliberately.

She wasn't drivin' the car.

It was drivin' her.

We also found this.

An address of some sort
of holiday cottage.

- Where did they find this?

- On the back of the
seat in the car.

Interesting clue, eh?

- Check it out, Andy?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Maybe a clue, it's
maybe a message.

- Message?

- Hm, whoever's behind
this is clouding the issue

right, left and center.

- It's something to do
with them bloody stables.

Why don't we turn 'em over?

- Alright, Doug, get a warrant.

Come on.

- Now we're looking at
murder, let's dig.

- You're gonna run him
in the old men, boss?

- Yes.

- You're surely spent, Mr. Keir.

- Oh, yes.

- What about the warning
in the ransom note?

- We run.

It's what Alison would
have wanted.

We'll do it, for her we'll do
it, nobody's gonna stop me.

- Can I ride?

- Oh, no, I'll be riding him.

- That's ridiculous.

No way.

- I've ridden in
the final before.

I think I'll have to do this.

- You're in no state, boss.

- It's Alison's horse, nobody
else rides him, understand?

- The Warrior needs
strong handlin'.

Don't you do this to me.

I qualified him.

It's my right, eight years
I mucked out when this place

and I still get treated
like dirt.

- It would really be great
if you could help us, sir.

I appreciate,

it's a tragic.

- Yeah, fine, yeah, could,
just take what you want.

- Um, paperwork, books
that sort of thing.

Is that okay?

- Yes, certainly, just take it.

- Okay, thanks.

Start in there.

- Inspector.

- Yeah?

- I think there's something
I should tell you.

Yeah, fire away.

- When Superintendent
Wycliffe asked me about

life insurance cover
for my wife,

well I told him there was none.

- Yeah.

- Well in conversation
with my solicitor,

after I'd heard about
Alison you know being found.

He mentioned something to
me which I hadn't realized

but apparently our
mortgages include

a mortgage protection scheme.

- So, what does that
mean exactly?

- It seems on the demise
of either myself or my wife

the mortgage outstanding
is cleared.

- So, uh how much is
it worth to you then?

- Well, uh, probably upwards of

something like 200,000 pounds.

- And you say you were
unaware of this benefit, yes?

- Well yes, I swear to you.

Alison handled that
side of things.

I had no idea you know.

I had no idea at 'tall.

- Well it does put a different
complexion on things, sir.

Doesn't it?

- Well yes, I suppose
it does, yes.

Will you excuse me, please?

Sir?

- Take it.

- Definitely not your
straightforward road crash,
Charles.

- Yeah, we're aware of that.

- The deceased has
abrasions to both wrists

consistent to being tied up.

Fibers under the fingernails
and some interesting contusions

in the mouth area.

- Interesting?

- Well they're consistent
with the introduction

of a foreign object
into the mouth.

A gag, or a weapon of some sort.

But more interesting
yet, we've had the

vital organs and fluids
report back.

How's your toxicology?

- Try me.

- Well you know the old
Cornish Navy tradition of the

press gangs, how they'd pay
an innkeeper to put knockout

drops in a man's drink, and
in no time at 'tall he'd be

three sheets to the wind, and
the press gangs would whisk

him away to a life
on the ocean way.

- Knockout drops?

- Chloral hydrate.

It's a highly soluble
liquid, odorless.

Matched with alcohol in
sufficient quantities

a lethal little cocktail.

- She was given that?

- Brain swelling,
lungs congested.

According to the report she
was swimming in the stuff.

I should have said drowning.

- So she was dead before
the car crash.

- Well, if the key
hadn't got her,

the poison most certainly
would have.

- And, and the contusions
to the dead woman's mouth.

Could that be caused
by a bottle?

Could, um, in other words.

Could she have been
force fed this mixture?

- Hm, it's possible.

- It's a bizarre way
to kill someone.

- Keir's typewriter had
a ribbon cassette in it

like this one.

Now, if I pull that out you
can see that each letter

has been punched out of
the tape by the keystroke.

Reads like a book.

What we have here,

is a photocopy of the
ribbon in Keir's machine,

blown it up twofold,

got it into line link strips

clear as day.

The ransom notes were
definitely written

on Mr. Keir's typewriter.

- Thank you.

And with
two fences to go

it's Dee's Delight
just in the lead

of the fences right there.

Over the second fence
there's a fallout.

Coming up to the finish
now Captain Pallatin gained

it's the easy..

Crossing the line first,
Harvester Minus second,

and Father's Revenge, third.

First number 12, second
number seven,

third number two.

The first Dee's Delightful,
second number seven, Horse

the Finer.

Now, lady's and gentlemen,
it's time for the fourth race

the final of this year's
Southwest Formal Open Hunt.

- Libby, where the
hell have you been?

Now, remember, hold Pallatin
up 'til the last two fernals

then kick for home.

- Is Davey Penryn here?

No they took Greek
Warrior to the Point to Point.

I'm heading down there now.

- You say they?
- Him and Mr. Keir.

- Point to Point?

Yes.

- Would you get in please?

Show us how to get there?
- Okay.

- Watch out.

- You alright?

- Yeah.

In the parade
ring the jockeys are now

mounting their horses for
the final of this year's

Southwest Formal Hunt Open.

Are you expecting
trouble in this race?

- I'm not sure.

We need to talk to
Dave Penryn though.

- He's over there.

So are the Tregelleses.

Have you spoken to him?

- No, but I wouldn't
rule Major Tregelles out.

There's obviously no love lost
between him and Alex Keir.

Semms
he's been settling old scores

but who or what I don't know.

- So who last booked
the cottage?

- A family, Mr. And
Mrs. Baker they took it

for the whole of this month.

- Baker did you say?

- Yes, they paid by check.

- So do you see 'em
down here much?

- No, no.

Our company's based in Camphill.

They picked up the key
themselves from here.

- Not very good security, ma'am.

- We find it quite a
good system actually.

Saves me running all over
Cornwall on changeover days.

The runners
are on their way up to the

start of final for the
Southwest Formal Hunt Open.

Number 25, Great Gloria
board about second favorite

was an impressive
winner last time.

Gregory Tregelles on the
five to one favorite Pallatin

will be attempting to bring
the Hamill Trophy home

to his father's stables,
Ortho in Time.

- Will you be much longer?

They're at the
start borders, they're off.

First to show is number
three, Matador,

then six Open Distortion,

nine Meredith Mixture, 10
Ride and Delight, 22 Malady,

and the back marker
25 Greek Warrior.

As they start
the second circuit it's

Greek Warrior on the outside
coming up to the leader.

Now Pallatin making
his way on the rail.

Now these two favorites

now on the rest of the field.

- Someone's been mixing
their drinks.

- It's got Keir's name in it.

Wasn't it blue fibers they
found underneath her fingernails

at the post mortem?

- Yep.

Making the
final turn towards home

it's Pallatin by two
lengths along Greek Warrior

with Mothball and
Meredith's Mixture

fighting it out for third.

- Yeah.

Greek
Warrior now into the lead.

- Yeah, cheers, Dixon.

Now second class
so in five furloughs to go.

It's Greek Warrior holding
off Pallatin.

- Keir's coat?

- What's the boss a playin' at?

What's happening?

Warrior.

- You alright?
- I'm fine here.

They're
over the last now,

it's Palladin finishing
strongly.

Mr. Keir.

Riden by Gregory
Tregelles, twenty distances

are four lengths.

- Ivy Cottage, Mr. Keir.

It's a holiday let 40
miles north of Delbarton.

You booked it in the name
of Baker, didn't you?

- I've never heard of the place.

- No, well your coat
was found there.

- I've told you I lost that
coat it was stolen from my car.

- Did you report it stolen?

- Well, no, I mean it
was an old thing.

What was the point?

The police never find anything.

- Well we have now.

In the cellar where
your wife was held.

I'll put it to you
again, Mr. Keir.

Did you kidnap Alison Keir
and keep her in that cellar?

- No.

- Well somebody did.

- You typed the ransom
letters on your typewriter

and you posted them to
yourself, didn't you?

- No, this is ridiculous.

- You rigged the death
of your wife to make

it look like a car crash,
didn't you, Mr. Keir?

- I loved Alison.

I couldn't have harmed her
not in a million years.

Somebody killed Alison and then

they tried to kill
me in the race.

My stirrup leather had
been cut through.

I'd do that myself, is
that what you think?

- I think we should stop here.

Take a break.

- Interview suspended,

twenty-o-two.

- What's happening, sir?

- We're in the car,
Doug, let's go.

The car crash, Doug.

Why was Alison Kier
killed in that way?

I don't know, sir.

It's a bit odd though wasn't it.

- Remember Alex Keir had
a suspended conviction

for drunk driving
eight years ago.

- Yeah.

- Well I got a collator up
north to look up his car.

Apparently he and Alison Keir
were involved in a crash.

Two people in the other
car were killed,

Mr. and Mrs. Sykes.

Keir got off death by dangerous
driving on the grounds

that..

- Yeah, that he was too drunk
to be deliberately dangerous.

Usual loophole.

- Yeah.

- But there was a third
passenger in Mr. and Mrs. Sykes

car, their daughter Angela,
she survived.

- And?

- Well she would have
been 14 at the time.

22 now.

A young woman.

- Go easy on him he had
a hard race yesterday.

- Angela.

What's goin' on?

- Where's that track go?

- Over to Devlin.

- There she is.

- Angela Sykes, you are
Angela Sykes aren't you?

- My name is Diana Byrne.

- Angela, we have your
real passport.

- My name is Diana Byrne.

- You kidnapped Alison
Keir didn't you?

Typed the letters, stole
Mr. Keir's coat.

When'd you first get
involved with horses, Diana?

I have a daughter she's
nearly your age.

She was horse mad when
she was a kid.

Was it the same with you?

- Yes.

- You were very close
to your parents?

How old were you?

- 14.

We ran off the road.

Go on.

- Then

my mother died in my arms.

And he,

Keir,

he lied.

He stood in front of
the jury and he lied.

They let him go.

- Yes, I know.

- Him and Alison, they
had their lives.

Everybody forgot about me.

I had nothing.

- And that hurt.

- I swore then.

I swore they wouldn't
get away with it.

- And so you killed Alison
Keir didn't you, Angela?

And then you tried to
kill her husband by

cutting the stirrup straps,
that's right, isn't it?

- Yes.

It was here

inside all the time.

Never went away.

I hated them.

Greek Warrior.

- I'm sorry?

- You know the Trojan Horse?

- Oh, yeah.

- They took it in,

they didn't know.

Inside just waiting
to destroy them.

Like they did to me.

Alison deserved to die.

And he deserved to
know what it's like

when the person you love

more than anything
else in the world

is taken away from you.

- Looking at her you just
wouldn't think she was capable.

- Everybody's capable, Lucy.

Rule number one.

- Carrying a grudge around
that deep for eight years.

- You see somebody you're
that close to killed

in front of your eyes
you don't easily forget.

Anyway.

- How's that, Doug?

- Oh, I um.

I'd a mate, in the paras, Ean.

He got totally

malletted you know in
the Faukland Islands

and he didn't stand
a hope in hell.

We just stood there

watching people shoot him.

That's when I jacked in
the army, joined your lot.

But it's all the hullabaloo,

and the bands.

They didn't bang a bloody
triangle for the boys

that came back in boxes
though, did they?

It's funny,

13 years ago, you still
rage about it inside.

Silent.

- Excuse me.

- Simon.

Right I'll see you
back at the base.

- Simon.

Okay, Doug, I'll be in the yard.