Original subtitles

Ladies and gentlemen, on today's program at 3:15,

we'll have the Russell Cup,

followed by the 3:45 main event.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

I knew Harry was rich, but owning your own stables?

He doesn't own it.

His father does.

Still, though, it was nice of him, wasn't it,

to take your mind off... - Don't say it.

No, I know.

It's just Charlie has a memorial

planned for Marcello so...

Hi, Rachel.

It's lovely to meet you.

Lovely to meet you.

Ananke looks beautiful.

Yeah.

You excited?

God, yeah. Excited, terrified,

peeing every five minutes.

And [chuckles] I just want to do him

justice if it's his last race. - Yeah, you will.

You're the youngest rider in the field on the best horse

and with the best trainer in Jackie Cummins.

You're the favorite, then?

Co-favorite, Brian Boru is running.

Fergus's father told us to bet on him.

Trust me, he's never won anything at the bookies.

[laughter]

Right, well, I better get ready.

[chuckles] We'll see.

Go, good luck.

Thanks.

Excuse me for a moment.

[unsettling music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct speech]

♪ ♪

Hmm, that doesn't look good.

Every time.

♪ ♪

[clears throat]

Who's that?

Oh, that? [sighs]

That's my father.

[gentle melody]

Riders and horses to the start gate.

Riders and horses...

Well, shall we go and watch?

[unsettling music]

You didn't say...

I won't allow it.

Ms. Jackie, that's not how we do business.

♪ ♪

And the horses are being led to the starting gate.

Good conditions today, ground is hard.

[playful music]

♪ ♪

[chuckles] Exactly how did he manage to wrangle

a ticket out of you?

I lost a bet.

What were you betting on?

Go on, tell him, Mr. B.

No, I don't think we really need to go there, it's...

I'm amazed he even tried, to be honest.

No one's ever been more flexible than me when it

comes to that particular move.

Uh, race is about to start.

Should we go?

What was the bet?

What do you mean "flexible"?

Hmm.

Well, my pet has always told me

I'm the most acrobatic lover she's ever had.

And she slept with that bloody Bulgarian circus

gymnast and his twin brother, the bastards.

Shall we go?

You know we will find out eventually?

No, we very much won't.

[chuckles]

Do you have something in your pocket, Glenn?

No, Harry, just happy to see you. [chuckles] But if I did,

it would be for my pet, Tracy.

She likes a proper tea service

and melting down silver for cash.

[brisk melody]

Oh, can't take him anywhere.

♪ ♪

Lining up, we have Robert...

I do this thing, see, where I bet on every horse.

Edging, it's called.

That way, whoever wins, I win.

Jesus wept.

Come on, man.

[rousing music]

There she is.

Come on, Ananke.

Good boy.

There you go.

♪ ♪

Just feel a little.

[horse neighing]

Whoa, OK.

Whoa.

Ananke looks unsettled.

♪ ♪

[horse neighing]

[gates clanging]

[cheering]

[unsettling music]

[chatter]

♪ ♪

[crowd gasping]

[announcer chatter]

[horse neighing]

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

[thud]

Sheesh!

[theme music]

♪ ♪

Is she going to be OK?

[horse neighing]

Not good, Duncan.

Let's get him back to the stables.

We can care for him.

That would be more cruel than kind, Mr. Benedict.

I'll call for the tent.

Tent?

They have to put him down.

The tent will shield him from the stands.

Harry, what's that?

What are you looking at?

That mark on his back?

Can I see under the saddle?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Somebody put this into the saddle.

It's a bloody blade.

- What in God's name? - Whoa, what happened?

This was digging into him when Rachel started to ride.

This is a death sentence. - How would that kill him?

No horse could take being ridden in that much pain.

Horse's legs are fragile and racehorses

don't survive being lamed.

Who'd do something like this?

You could take this somewhere else.

Ananke's is my main priority right now.

[unsettling music]

♪ ♪

[horse neighing]

♪ ♪

My apologies, Duncan Benedict.

I didn't get to meet you earlier.

Harry Wild.

And this is my friend and colleague, Fergus Reid.

And you are my son...

None of your business.

I'm sorry you had to see that today.

It was a tragic business.

Indeed.

Why would somebody want to sabotage

your horse, Mr. Benedict?

Ananke's a prized mount.

When I speak to the police, I'll be telling them

to look at the Walsh Stables.

They own Brian Boru, our biggest rival of the season.

Don't be so bloody stupid.

Walshes our horse people.

They'd never harm an animal.

You, on the other hand, there's plenty of people

who want to harm you.

Excuse me.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

Arsehole.

♪ ♪

OK, thanks.

You'll keep me posted, yeah?

News?

Doctors are worried about brain damage.

Christ.

And now the police are involved.

And whether the person who tampered with the saddle

intended to or not, Rachel could have died.

God knows if she's going to survive.

You don't agree with your father about the rival stables?

No.

No, I don't agree with him.

But I do think that he's responsible.

You know that man, he collects enemies like he

collects everything else.

And whoever did this, they did it to get at him.

How much was Ananke worth if this was the last race?

I don't know.

Ananke had won all season, was going out on a high.

That's important because he was being put out to stud.

I mean, he could earn up to, I don't know, $30,000

per successful pairing.

Wow.

That's impressive.

Can I ask something of you?

I need to know who did this.

I'm pretty sure my father's involved in this,

but he'd never admit that to me.

Would you consider...

Investigating?

Harry, I would have to do it my way.

And you'd have to let me.

Absolutely.

Whatever it takes to get to the truth.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[chatter]

[horse neighing]

[chatter]

Get stuck in there, son.

My doctor won't allow me to eat sugar anymore,

so I like to live vicariously.

Nice one. [chuckles]

I'm glad you're here.

I'm guessing Harry has painted

a less than pretty picture of me.

He's never quite forgiven me for his mother.

And he's right.

I was a terrible husband.

Sadly, I took mid-life crisis to new levels.

Well, that's very honest of you to say so.

Hmm. So... you're private investigators like him?

Nah, we're way better.

[chuckles]

All right, then.

What did you want to ask me?

What you said yesterday about rival stables...

Oh, heat of the moment.

Harry might be right.

Nobody who likes animals would do this.

He seems to think that

an enemy of yours is behind this.

Perhaps. And perhaps the enemy is close to home.

Like who?

I've noticed some discrepancies

in the stable's accounts.

Who's in charge of the books?

The same person who fitted Ananke saddle yesterday...

Jackie, my head trainer.

[brisk tune]

♪ ♪

I'll go straight to the horse's mouth.

You check what the others have to say about it.

I see what you did there.

Clever, aren't I?

[tense music]

[exhales]

Lovely animal.

Must have been very hard for you yesterday.

Did you ever get to the bottom of what

happened to that saddle?

You've been in talking to the boss?

Whatever he told you is a lie.

I trained that horse since its first canter.

And I am here for the animals, not the money...

unlike some.

Well, if you're referring to Mr. Benedict,

I suppose all horse owners need to make a profit.

How else could they run a stable?

[tense music]

Who is that woman you were talking to yesterday?

You appeared to have a very heated discussion.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Need a hand?

I'm grand.

You sure?

Go on, then.

This way.

[chains clinking]

[horse braying]

I've heard Mr. Benedict is hard to get on with.

Ah, he's the boss.

He does what he has to.

But still, though. You know, if he's not liked,

you can imagine someone attacking his horse,

maybe even someone from this stable.

You all had access to Ananke's equipment, didn't you?

I'd never do something like that.

And I like Mr. Benedict.

He's been very good to me.

Good how?

He's helped out my family and all.

Didn't have to, but when he...

he knew we were struggling when Mom lost her job.

He's a decent guy.

And what about Jackie?

Does she get on with Mr. Benedict?

Is she decent?

She's... she's a good horse person,

not so much a people's person.

Ah, two legs bad, four legs good.

What?

"Animal Farm."

Right.

[clears throat]

Still, she gave Rachel her chance.

Her chance?

It was supposed to be Tim, wasn't it?

I'm not following.

Tim Crilly was meant to ride Ananke.

But he's injured.

Bet he's glad now.

Oh, I bet he is.

All I'm saying is what if Duncan and the horse

weren't the targets?

What if it was the rider?

Interesting theory, but whoever

tampered with the saddle would have

no way of knowing the rider was going to be so badly hurt.

No, but there was a strong probability, right?

If there's one thing I've learned

from Malky's gambling habits, it's a lucky rider

that walks away from a fall unscathed.

Rachel is the up-and-coming jockey for this stable,

isn't she? This Tim fella's nearly 40.

Practically ancient.

What if he saw a chance to unseat the rider

who was going to replace him?

[somber music]

[machine beeping]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[machine pinging]

Nurse!

Nurse!

♪ ♪

I have nothing more to say on the matter.

We need to talk about it. Do you want to say a few words?

But I've already said a few words, and none of them

bear repeating.

Ma.

[sighs] He is your father.

And I'm sorry about that. I'll be there for you.

But I will not pretend that we're remembering a saint.

Goodbye.

[beep]

I thought she was gone, Harry.

She hasn't.

There's still hope.

I think you'll regret it.

What?

Not speaking at Marcello's memorial.

God.

Would you speak at Duncan's memorial?

Speaking of.

He was helpful.

He wasn't all that bad.

Stalin was a pussycat.

He thinks that Jackie's behind this.

That's insane.

Jackie lives and breathes horses.

Well, so does everyone in your industry.

What about that jockey, the one that

was supposed to be on Ananke?

Tim.

Yeah, he brought a lot of success to the stables.

He's a nice guy, a good family.

But Harry, it's my father that you need to concentrate on.

You need to let me do this my way.

We agreed, remember?

Hey, I think I'll take a shower.

I think I'm still in shock after Rachel.

[somber music]

[phone buzzing]

Hello.

Her third hand has always been useful.

It was ambidextrous.

And she could hold her gun in it.

And then the police didn't know if her victim

had been shot by a right-handed or a left-handed killer.

But this detective, Winifred...

What?

She's on...

[tense music]

Weird.

♪ ♪

I wish you would just listen to me.

I am listening to you.

No, you're not listening to me.

Mom, this is my life.

Love, this is such a huge opportunity.

All your hard work...

It's all your hard work.

I know it's scary moving so far away.

But it's only a few years.

And there'll be holidays. And we can come over.

I didn't even want to apply to Georgetown.

It was your idea.

It's Fergus, isn't it?

Lola knows it's not Fergus.

It's just a teenage thing.

[scoffs] So I'm mature enough to go to college

on a different continent,

but not be in a serious relationship?

These things don't last!

Not if one of us is in a different country!

Really?

You're the one who said she always has

to put her education first.

Telling her she's a silly teenager for wanting to stay

with the love of her life...

bloody hell, Charlie!

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[upbeat music]

[distant voices]

[knocking]

♪ ♪

So it's your back that's injured?

Yeah.

How did you do it?

Oh, something just slipped out.

And that's why Rachel ended up on a horse that

was deliberately sabotaged?

Devastating.

Is it?

Of course.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I mean, we heard she's the next best

thing in the jockey world.

Can't be easy having someone like that

snapping at your heels.

Rachel is a terrific jockey, but I'm at the top of my game.

Here you go, love.

I'm not jealous of Rachel, if that's what you're suggesting.

Top of your game?

You didn't even place in your last four races.

[scoffs]

You some sort of racing guru?

His father is... or he wishes he was.

Well, if he knows anything about racing,

he'll know those horses were being schooled.

You have to get them used to competing.

It's never about winning.

Look, I'm sorry what happened to Rachel.

I am.

And I know everyone's in bits about Ananke.

But this has nothing to do with me.

I really have no idea why you're here.

Well, either his wife has extremely large feet

or he's been gardening with a bad back.

Why fake a back injury?

Let's prove he's faking it first.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Come on, you're riding him.

[grunting]

[somber music]

Matt, come on, get up.

What's the matter, Matt?

Are you riding him?

♪ ♪

[sniffling]

Are you OK?

Oh, my!

Yeah, yeah, yeah. [stammering]I'm...

I'm grand.

It's OK, you know, to be scared.

I can't be scared.

I can't be a stable hand who can't get on a horse.

They say it's rare, you know, for accidents

like this to happen.

But what happened to Rachel...

Was rare, and you will get past it.

[sniffling]

Are you looking for anyone?

Mr. Benedict.

He's at home, as far as I know.

I'll find him.

I hope you're OK.

[piano key melody]

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

Go easy, Max.

♪ ♪

[camera shutter clicking]

♪ ♪

Thank you very much.

No bother.

♪ ♪

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

[indistinct conversation]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

No, thanks. I'm driving.

Pity.

It's a rare Macallan.

My loss.

Who are your visitors?

Larry and Sara Walsh, come to pay their sympathies...

allegedly.

Oh, so you don't believe them?

Brian Boru is going to win every race this season

and go into stud as the most expensive horse in Ireland.

They just won the lotto.

Mm.

What did you want to ask me?

Tim Crilly.

Do you think he's capable of harming a rival?

Honestly?

I don't know.

He's not been performing well.

Well, he said his last few races

were just to school the horses.

Yes, school them and place in the race...

and now this injury.

Do you think he faked the injury so Rachel

would be on the horse?

Well, that would be extremely devious.

Huh.

So you think Rachel was a target, not Ananke?

Well, it's a possibility.

Mm-hmm.

That is very loaded "mm."

I insure all my jockeys for injury

and, yes, for loss of life.

A lot of our riders come from working class backgrounds,

and they're completely dependent

on their health to earn.

The job is mainly safe.

But there's still a danger.

So Rachel had accident and life insurance.

- Mm-hmm. - How much?

Not a huge amount, but enough to make it worth somebody's

while if they were desperate for money.

Well, that person would have to be a beneficiary

of the insurance.

Rachel hardly sabotaged herself.

No.

But her father is a nasty piece of work.

And he has very large gambling debts, from what I'm told.

Interesting.

Push me, Daddy.

Can't, Max, my back.

[upbeat music]

Ah, bugger this.

♪ ♪

Dad, push us!

I can't, Max.

Come on, it's going so fast!

Oh.

Jeez.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

What?

Oy!

[laughter]

I know. You all right?

I am. It's all right.

Don't worry about that.

So you are all right?

[indiscernible shouting]

Come on! That's it.

Go, go.

Yes!

Horse is there, mate.

[sighs] Unlucky Polly.

Maggie.

[tv chatter]

Drink?

Actually, I'm fine.

You're Rachel Horan's father, aren't you?

If you're a journo, you should know "The Daily"

and "The World" have already offered

for my story so you'll need to better them, yeah?

And what story is that?

From the father of the rising star jockey tragically

injured in the derby race...

people want to hear about her.

Well, aren't you happy to sell her story?

I'm a single father who put everything

into her career before it was cut short.

Ha, it's good to know that you have faith in her recovery.

Are you going to make an offer or what?

[scoffs] Or what.

What?

I'm not a journalist.

I'm a private investigator.

And I've been hired to find out who attacked

Rachel's horse and Rachel.

And what's that got to do with me?

Well, Rachel was insured.

And clearly, you're happy to make money off of her.

Why wouldn't I be?

She's only into horses because I had her down

the betting shop every day.

Greedy bitch wouldn't even give me the odd tip to say thanks.

Wouldn't that be like insider trading?

I've nothing to say to you.

My relationship with my daughter is between me and her.

And the papers.

You can piss off now, yeah?

[playful music]

Uh, yeah, I will.

I just have one thing to leave you with.

It's a lot easier to sue for libel these days

than it used to be.

And Rachel could wake up any day now.

♪ ♪

[phone buzzing]

Fergus?

I've just met the father of the year.

OK, good for you. I'm just calling

to let you know there's nothing wrong with Tim's back.

As we suspected.

Leave that for now.

Let's meet at the stables.

I need to talk to Jackie again.

She lied to us.

All right, see you there.

[phone buzzing]

Oh.

Harry, I'm working. - I know.

I assume you found a connection to Duncan by now.

Oh, it seems there are quite a few people

who had it in for Rachel.

You're not still buying that horseshit

my father's shoveling, are you?

Well, if we are speaking in horse analogies,

is it possible that you're a bit blinkered?

Well, don't you know me well enough to know

when I'm telling the truth?

Well, don't you know me well enough to know

that I know how to do my job?

Fine.

OK, fine.

Yeah, talk later.

Oof.

Infuriating man.

[tense music]

That day at the stables, you were talking to Sara Walsh.

Didn't look like a small talk conversation.

What's it got to do with you?

You're working for a rival stable.

You're a fifth columnist.

A what?

A spy?

We could go straight to her and ask.

She's on our list.

I'm not working for the Walshes.

But I wish I was.

Wish, as in you'd do anything to get a job with them?

Maybe even kill a horse?

Are you insane?

I want to work for them because they love their animals.

Duncan loves money, and that's about it.

♪ ♪

Where's Petra, by the way?

That's her texting me now.

She's off minding her sick uncle.

He's rich as a fool and on his way out.

She won't let him out of her sight in case

someone else gets into his will, you know?

How Florence Nightingale of her.

She just told me there that she's sending her sister over

to keep an eye on me in case I'm lured off

by some other woman. As if!

Who goes out for burgers when you got bloody breast

of chicken in the fridge, eh?

Have you met the sister?

No.

Petra wouldn't have her at the wedding,

didn't want to be outshone.

Apparently, Concept is even more beautiful

than my goddess of a wife, if you can believe that.

Hmm.

How's that young jockey doing, then?

Oh, she's still in a coma, poor girl.

God rest her.

No, she's not actually...

...and all who sail in her.

Drinks coming up.

You look like you've been through the wars.

[chuckles] It's your mother.

Yeah?

Of course, it is.

I just assumed that she'd see through my father,

as if like, I don't know my own father

and don't know what a complete and utter asshole the man...

sorry, I apologize.

You just lost Marcello and here's me ranting about my dad.

No apology needed.

[chuckles] When my mother told Marcello she was pregnant,

he went to get a bottle of champagne.

And I didn't meet him until I was six.

[gentle music]

Still, though, it's weird now that he's gone, gone.

I'll tell you, though.

If my father taught me one thing,

it was how to be a father.

I'd do anything for my daughter, you know?

Yeah, me too.

[birds chirping]

[rattling]

Oh, shit.

Oh.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Oy!

[laughter] - Sorry.

I know, you all right?

- Hold on. - Let's have a look.

No, it's fine...

Is that legal, following someone

and filming them without their consent?

Yeah, insurance companies do it all the time.

I reacted to almost being scalded.

Doesn't mean my back's not injured.

No one's going to believe that.

And how are you going to explain faking an injury

and then the... the rider that took

your place being in a coma?

I didn't do it!

[sighs]

Hurt Rachel, I mean.

My family mean everything to me.

You don't understand.

Then make us.

Hmm.

[somber music]

I'm not on top form.

Things aren't getting any better.

But I still need to earn.

Most stables, they'd let you move

into training or something.

But Duncan's always been clear, win or you're off the card.

But you're insured for injury?

Yes, but not for a lot, enough to help

me retrain or get a job somewhere else.

I feel so guilty that Rachel was on Ananke.

Is Tim telling the truth?

I don't know, but he's a very desperate man.

Yeah, it makes you think Duncan

ain't that great to work for.

You just missed Harry.

He's a decent skin, you know, not many of them around.

I thought my love life gave you the, uh... what do

you call it, Fergus, the ick.

I want you to stay out of my investigations.

Might be better if you were off with some fella.

[chuckles] Aren't you funny?

So does that mean you're on our current case,

the horse one?

Vicky and Jordan are looking into it.

Well, you show us yours. We'll show you ours.

[scoffs]

You know that she has life and injury insurance.

The father, a nasty piece of work, has debts.

He's also categorically not benefiting

from any insurance policy on her.

She made sure she had a clause included to stop

him being her next of kin.

Vicky spoke to the insurance company today.

Mm.

[curious music]

Right, I'm off.

Oh, can I catch a lift?

I want to see Lola.

[clears throat] Come on.

Yes!

♪ ♪

Why did Duncan not know that?

Hang on a minute.

There's something I need to talk to you about.

Ooh, sounds serious.

It is.

Look, I'll cut to it.

Lola's been offered a college place.

Oh, that's brilliant.

She never said.

Isn't it a bit early for offers?

It's a place at Georgetown.

They offer different colleges.

She wasn't just offered a course.

There's a scholarship.

[nervous laugh] Georgetown as in USA Georgetown?

There's more.

She says she's not taking it.

Why?

Because of you.

Well, I didn't even know she got a place.

I... - I know that.

I'm not saying you did or said anything.

She just doesn't want to leave you.

[sentimental music]

I would never ask you to do anything.

But I would ask you to think what's best for Lola

if you love her as much as she obviously loves you.

♪ ♪

Come on, let's go in.

Uh, actually, I think I might head off.

It's gotten a bit late.

Will you tell her I had to get home?

♪ ♪

Sure.

♪ ♪

I mean, he's been taking me down different routes...

rival stables, Jackie, Rachel's father.

I feel like I'm being played.

[puffs]

No I told you so?

Listen, I have been watching that man con people

since the day I was born, my mother being the first.

Oh, he did mention that he was not a good husband.

That's an understatement.

Look, my mother was wealthy, OK?

My father charmed his way in and then

treated her like a drudge.

He chased every skirt he met.

And when my mother finally had the courage to leave him,

he'd win her around.

The only thing that man is interested in is money.

On that, he did say that there was some money missing

from the stable accounts.

I'd really like to get access to those accounts,

see if he's telling the truth.

OK, well, I can you access to the stables.

But I don't know what code he uses for the safe.

Oh, no, that's OK.

I have a man.

I shouldn't need to be seeing this for myself.

Your word matters.

Yeah, it's fine.

No, no, it's not fine.

The truth is, I've just...

I've just been a little distracted.

[sighs] Marcello,

whatever I say, that man has always been my Achilles' heel.

I feel almost relieved now that he's gone

and guilty for feeling that way.

So take that as you will.

[chuckles]

I make of it that you're just like the rest of us.

Mm, I wouldn't go that far.

[laughter]

[soft music]

♪ ♪

I always thought she was a clever girl,

like your mom and my mom...

actually, like most of the women we know.

We're lucky to have them.

Yeah, don't I know it?

What am I supposed to do, Da?

I know I can't just let her pass up the chance.

But I don't want to lose her.

This is like that time with Liberty all over again.

America is so far away.

[playful music]

♪ ♪

It's not like Liberty again.

You and Lola are your own people.

College is a few years.

It's not forever.

You're earning.

You can get flights.

She won't want that.

You'll figure it out.

You're a good man, Fergus, more than I could ever hope to be.

Thanks, Dad.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[phone buzzing]

I need to nip out.

[somber music]

Huh?

Where the hell is she?

- Harry! - Oh, Christ!

What the hell?

Why are you two dressed like that?

Aren't you afraid the cameras will pick us up breaking in?

- No, we're not breaking in. - Oh.

But I admire your willingness to go headlong into crime.

Aren't you married to a guard or something?

You've rubbed off on me.

[door creaking open]

Oh, there's key, sheesh.

You should have said you had the key.

Come on.

Let's open it.

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Don't even think about stealing anything.

As if I would...

not that there's anything to take.

I had a look around before you came in.

Mm-hmm, there's definitely some money going missing...

extra payments on horse feed without it

being lodged as received, but it's not much, a few hundred.

Hundreds?

Why would Jackie steal such small amounts?

You'd have to be forensic to even notice.

What's this?

The insurance contract.

Some money in horses, huh?

Sorry I wasted your time, Orla.

Ah, I don't know what to do with my evenings

now that I'm not in the PTA.

It was either this or rewatch "Downton."

God, I love a "Downton" binge.

Whoa!

I've solved your case.

Have you any idea how much this horse was insured for?

$200,000.

They make that in studding here.

Seriously?

Randy, huh?

In stud?

I've got an idea. - Whoa!

Oh!

Shh!

There's something else in here.

What?

Oh, this is big.

This is big and juicy.

♪ ♪

[horse neighing]

Yes, I did notice money was going missing.

You do know that Duncan believes you're responsible.

Some of these kids, they haven't had it easy.

[horse neighing]

And I know who was taking the money,

but I was hoping to have it sorted before Duncan noticed.

And you're protecting him?

I won't be staying here much longer anyway.

I'm not going to tell you who was stealing.

It's not relevant to what happened to Ananke.

Well, you don't have to tell me.

But it is very relevant.

[upbeat music]

[horse neighing]

Well, come on, Lucy.

[horse neighing]

[knocking]

You remember Aidan, the vet who put Ananke down?

I do.

Look, it's not like we have a doctor's code or anything,

but I really shouldn't be talking to you.

These stable owners take their business very seriously.

And Mr. Benedict is particularly sensitive.

We won't tell anybody.

Ah, what's this bottle of drugs

on Ananke's treatment shelf?

Pro viridia?

Pro virility, perhaps?

It got me thinking.

Exactly what kind of supplement is this?

[somber music]

You were never going to make any money off

of Ananke in stud.

Because Ananke is infertile.

And despite your best efforts and

all the drugs you had pumped into him, nothing was working.

And where did you get that information?

It's irrelevant.

Now, the point is it was always about money.

Ananke was sabotaged for the insurance.

He was worth more dead once his race days ended.

I hope you're not accusing me of killing

my own horse because I was as near to him that day

as any of you.

I think I know how he did it.

Yeah, well, you might know,

but you're never going to prove it.

Won't I?

[horse neighing]

You told my colleague that Duncan was helping

with your family bills.

How did you manage before that?

We got by.

It was you, wasn't it?

You were stealing from the stables.

You got found out.

What happened, Matt?

What did Duncan ask you to do?

I got nothing to say to you.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to leave.

This is my house, after all.

You know...

He's not worth it.

No, he's not.

I don't know how you can be so calm.

I'm not.

I'm planning a new strategy.

♪ ♪

[somber music]

♪ ♪

Now, preparation is key.

If you don't start planning for your table settings now,

then God knows what you're going to end up with.

I will be happy with whatever the table settings are.

Vicky, I don't think you're taking

this very seriously at all.

Just a minute.

Corner District, how can I help?

[unintelligible speech]

I see.

[unintelligible speech]

[scoffs] That was Benedict Stable's solicitor.

Mm-hmm. What?

We're about to have a visitor.

Get him in another... hold on.

The jockey case, I've got a guy in our session,

says he's the one who sabotaged the horse.

Does he know Rachel's OK?

Yeah, good timing, huh?

You both look like you're going to tell me

that somebody's dead.

It's not Rachel.

No, no, it's good news on that.

Doctors are bringing her around from coma,

no sign of permanent brain or physical damage.

Oh, thank God for that.

And why are you both looking so glum?

Matt Gaffney handed himself in.

He made a confession saying he's been stealing

from the stable.

Duncan Benedict found out, threatened to fire him,

so Matt sabotaged Ananke.

That is not what happened.

He knows.

Duncan's promised to buy him off, hasn't he?

I suspect so.

And now with Rachel OK, we're only really talking

about an attack on an animal.

It would be up to the stable to make a bigger deal of it

because Ananke was a valuable racehorse.

If they show leniency, it's all on the judge.

Matt will have a good barrister,

which means Duncan will get off, which he always does.

Actually, he won't.

Al Capone.

What?

Is it too late to visit Duncan?

Why don't you tell me what you know and how you know it?

I would, but I think it'd be better if you

heard it from your wife.

[upbeat music]

It's late.

Can this really not wait?

Well, let's just say we're concerned

if we give you even one day, you might hide the evidence.

Evidence of what?

You know, they could never get

Al Capone on any of his violent underworld dealings.

But you do know what they got him on in the end?

That would be tax evasion, Harry.

Indeed.

This is a fascinating story.

But I think you'll find I'm entirely tax compliant.

You are?

- He is? - He is.

One thing he's not, however, is insurance compliant.

This is nonsense.

My daughter-in-law is many things, annoying mostly.

But she also has a fantastic head for numbers.

Absolutely.

And you, my dear man, are insuring more horses

than you have in your stables.

You have been making false insurance

claims on injured and dead animals that never existed.

And falsifying records because your vet has not been

signing those forms for you.

I have no idea what you're talking about,

and I'd like you to leave.

Oh, they're leaving.

And you're coming with us.

I had a warrant issued earlier.

And your son here was good enough

to give us access to your office and the stable accounts.

We'd like to ask you a few questions down at the station.

It's up to 10 years for insurance fraud, I'm afraid.

I'm going nowhere without my solicitor.

Wise man.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

Yeah, he'll weasel out of it.

I imagine he will.

He's made an enemy out of me now.

And I'll never stop watching him.

It's weird I find that really sexy.

Oh, please.

[chuckles]

What?

Sexy.

♪ ♪

I remember this one time Marcello got it into his head

that he had to be the one to teach me how to swim.

So we're down at the local pool,

I'm standing at the deep end, knees shaking,

thinking we're going to get in together.

And he's going to guide me through it.

And next thing, I'm up in the air,

heading straight for the water.

I think I'm going to drown.

And I'm kicking with everything.

And I look for Marcello.

And there he is at the side of the pool,

chatting up a lifeguard half his age.

[laughter]

The thing is, I did learn to swim.

He was a flawed man.

But he was my dad.

The only one I had.

[applause]

[somber music]

Am I interrupting something?

It's a memorial.

It's just finished.

Oh.

Please stand.

Now, we'll say thanks to the Lord.

Mamma Mia.

That is a beautiful woman.

She's a woman I'm very much in love with.

Are you sure you don't want to say a few words?

How could I follow that?

Thy will be done in Earth...

He loved you, and me, in his own way.

Yes I did.

[playful music]

- [gasps] - What?

- Dad? - Granddad!

What's going on?

You're dead.

But except that very much alive.

Oh.

Oh, I am going to kill you!

Oh, whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - [grunts]

[theme music]

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