All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders - S21E01 - The Point of Balance

Does it take you back?

Stop me before I join 'em.

What do you think, son?

Do you reckon I've still got the moves?

Sorry, my bonmachet
was all over the place.

Oh, don't worry.

I'm sorry.

I don't think anyone noticed.

You were great out there.

Lying cow.

Always a pleasure.

I just wanted to say, break a leg.

In a good way.

Thank you, that's kind.

Hey, water under the bridge.

Ray.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to this wonderful
competition, which the

Wilder Biorobotics Institute
is immensely proud to sponsor.

The Institute is very dear to us.

The promise of mended lives.

Surely, that is something
truly worth celebrating.

For the next four evenings,
the best dancers will go

toe to toe and I am delighted
to say that at the end,

the trophy for the winning
couple will be presented

by Andrew's daughter, Heather.

Now please join me in
welcoming back our dedicated,

our deft, our delightful dancers.

Well, someone has been
reading her thesaurus.

Oh, I thought she did okay.

Oh, you're much nicer than me.

Well, don't know about that.

May I?

Charmer.

It's just as well one of us is.

I'm done.

Already?

I've shown my face,
proved I'm a good sport.

Isn't that enough?

There'll be other competitions, Rosie.

Rosie.

What did you think, Dad?

I think you worked very hard.

Did you enjoy it?

I'm tired.

I'd like to go home.

Patience, okay?

You were wonderful, come here.

Rosa Corrigan, 37, lived
alone, freelance journalist.

Who found her?
- A neighbor.

When she didn't answer the
door, he went round the side.

Glass was smashed.
- So, a burglary gone wrong?

Maybe, she's still got all her jewelry,

and the laptop and the TV is
still here and all her awards.

For what, journalism?
- Pasodoble.

I saw her last night.

She was at the opening gala for
some ballroom dance contest.

She wasn't competing, I wonder why.

Didn't think glitz and
glamor were your thing, sir.

They're not.

Okay?
- Yeah.

Lace?
- Dew, good for ballgowns.

Hm, you're the expert.

Of course, I've got several
hanging in my wardrobe.

Really?

I ran them up myself,
nothing I like better.

You know, in between cooking, cleaning and

conforming to gender stereotypes.

Sorry.

And that's what killed her?
- Looks like it.

I'll know more when I get back to the lab.

She put up quite a fight,
anything under her fingernails?

You mean some nice DNA traces?

A man can hope.

When I get back to the lab.

Thanks.
- Sir.

How about the time of death?

I'd say not earlier than 11 last night,

and not later than three this morning.

I'll know when I get back...

When you get back to the lab, I know.

Which do you want?

You can have it quick,
or you can have it right.

How about both?

It wasn't a break-in.

See where the cat came in?

It rained last night and the
lawn's been freshly mowed.

No footprints.

And the other doors and windows?

No sign of forced entry.

I'd say whoever it was came
in through the front door.

So, they either had keys
or they were let in.

Afterwards, they broke the glass

and tried to fake a burglary.

Whichever way, Rosa Corrigan

almost certainly knew her killer.

Where are we on next of kin?

Her brother, Corporal Duncan Corrigan.

He's been informed?
- Yeah.

Let's talk to him.

And take a look at her laptop.

Find out what story she was working on.

See if she opened any cans of worms.

Or just quick-stepped on someone's toes?

Very droll, Winter.
- Thank you, sir.

Try not to make it habit.

It was Rosa that saved my life.

I was in Afghanistan.

Op. Herrick, three tours.

Well, nearly.

Five more days and I'd have done it.

So close.

What happened?
- An IED.

Tore the transport vehicle
apart, killed two guys.

They were gone, like that.

And they don't come home, but I did.

Well, most of me.

I guess that makes me
the lucky one, right?

Woo.

I'm sorry.

It was Rosa that said I
should come and live here.

It's the first house we
lived in when we moved over

from Canada, I mean, I
grew up in this house.

Rosa said it was empty and,
well, Mom and Dad died.

It's like a little piece of 'em.

Had a little money set
aside, so wanna rescue it.

"A project."

That's what Rosa said I needed.

My baby sister, hey,
always lookin' out for me.

Why couldn't I do the same for her?

Oh, sorry.

Sorry.
- It's okay.

Bit rubbish today.

Hey, you're gonna be great.

Shall we try again?

Yeah.

Yeah, she left the gala early.

She didn't like being a spectator.

You didn't leave with her?

No.

Do you know what your sister
was working on at the moment?

No, sorry.

Can you think of anyone
who would want to hurt her?

Why do you ask?

Any arguments, disputes,
feuds, anything recent?

No, they said it was a burglary.

Wrong time, wrong place.

That's what they, I mean...

She didn't mention anything?
- No!

No, she...

No, somethin'.

No, a week ago, she was cycling home.

Someone tried to run her off the road.

Did she see who it was?
- It was night.

The car was black or dark blue,
she didn't get a good look.

So, she didn't report it.

But there's this other dancer.

Like, hates the fact that
Rosa always beats her.

I mean, Rosa was convinced it was her.

Does she have a name?
- Yeah, Tanya.

Tanya Brzezinski.

Your dad was a dancer?
- Yeah, competed, too.

Regionals, we took him with us last night.

It was all I could do
to stop him joining him.

Your dad's here?
- He's staying with us.

He's down for a friend's diamond wedding.

Sarah's idea that he stayed with us.

Turn it into a little holiday.
- Oh, that's nice.

Or not.

One, two, three.

Two, two, three.

Three, two, three, four.

Excellent, Morris!

Back straight, posture, posture, posture!

Of course I didn't hate her.

I'd have to give a damn first.

You didn't resent her beating you?

You make it sound
like a regular occurrence.

The last three times, it was.

One of those, the
judges were clearly swayed

by the amount of mascara Rosa had on.

It's obviously a novelty in Kettering.

Could you tell us what
time you left the ballroom?

Why?

You don't think I had anything
to do with her death, do you?

I...

We left sometime after 11, I suppose.

Both of you?

I dropped Anton at his
place and went home to bed.

Alone?

That's right.

Just me, a mug of cocoa
and my winseer jim-jams.

Oh, the glamor.

And Mr. Walsh?

You'd have to ask him.

We're dance partners, that's all.

Did you run Rosa Corrigan
off the road a week ago?

Oh, now you're being ridiculous!

Of course I didn't.

Tanya, darling, we're
having a bit of trouble

with our reverse chasse
to the right, can we demo?

Are we done here?

For now.

Oh, one thing.

Do you know why Rosa Corrigan
wasn't competing last night?

She couldn't.

No partner, no rumba.

Them's the rules.

I reckon it was just Alex's
way to get shot of Rosa.

And who amongst us can blame him?

He left her?

He was deported.

Five minutes.

He's tired, some other time.

We can come back, it's okay.

Five minutes, you say?
- Tops.

We've just got some
papers for you to sign.

Andrew.
- It's okay.

I'm not an invalid.

Yet.

I can still...

Manage.
- Manage, yes, thank you.

Wait for me.
- Mm-hm.

How are the Chinese light bulbs?

In the bag, Ray's hoping to
sign contracts within 10 days.

You're my son's business
partner, my daughter's fiance.

You've got your feet firmly
under the table, haven't you?

I don't think about it like that, sir.

Get some rest, okay?

Yes, miss.

One hurdle down, three
more to go.

Uh, Rach.

What?

I'll, uh, I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Where's Dad?

He's reading to Betty.

You could try a bit harder, you know.

He is your dad.

I'm being nice, aren't I?

"Nice."

Okay, just don't expect miracles.

Wow, they're good, aren't they?

Rosa Corrigan and Alexei Kovalenko.

In any competition, the ones to beat.

Yeah, I can believe it.

Would've seen him last night,

if he hadn't been arrested at Heathrow.

What happened?

Covalenko stepped off
a plane from New York,

was detained and sent home to Russia.

One way of stopping him dancing.

Killing her being another.

So, the authorities knew
when he was flying in?

Immigration were waiting for him.

I wonder who told them.

Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.

It's when gene abnormalities

cause the heart muscle to become thick.

As a result, it's vulnerable
to potentially fatal rhythms.

A heart attack?

That's how she died, not asphyxiation?

Not directly.

I found traces of aspirated
vomit in her trachea.

I'd say the chew made her gag
which triggered a panic attack

which in turn caused an SCD.

Which is?

Sudden cardiac death.

So literal.

Could anyone have known that she was

likely to have a heart attack?

I doubt she knew herself.

In the vast majority of SCDs,

the first symptom is death itself.

And so, murder or manslaughter?

I know you like a good murder.

I'm just not sure this is one.

Any traces under her fingernails?

None.

So, apart from one
half-hearted blow to her head,

there's no bruising, no defensive wounds.

No evidence of any sort of struggle.

But the room was trashed,

like she'd gone 15 rounds with someone.

So, I'm guessing that
was done after she died,

to make it look like there'd been a fight.

No burglar, no fight.

And probably not even
the intention to kill.

And yet, here
she is, all the time.

Someone made a bad mistake.

See what we can find out about

Rosa Corrigan being run off the road.

Pity she didn't report it,
there'd be a record somewhere.

Even so, check CCTV for that
night and see if any speeding

tickets were issued, that
sort of thing, you never know.

Yes, sir.

And while you're at it,
get hold of immigration.

Someone tipped them off
about Alexei Kovalenko.

There must be a record of that somewhere.

Meanwhile, tech got into
Rosa Corrigan's computer.

This is what she was working on recently.

"Chili eating competition,
amateur speed camera success,

"car park appeal going ahead."

Not exactly Woodward and Bernstein.

Nevermind.

She was also doing a
piece of Heather Wilder.

Andrew Wilder's daughter?
- Yeah, the high street king.

Heather Wilder was at the
dance contest last night.

The whole clan were.

I had a look at what Andrew Wilder's

Paradisum Group was worth last year.

You don't make that sort
of money without doing

a few things best kept secret.

I wonder what Rosa Corrigan dug up.

Neuro-rehabilitation, that's the goal.

We help stroke victims,
those who've lost limbs,

or are paralyzed from
birth or from an accident.

At the moment, it's prohibitively
expensive to offer this

sort of care, but we think 3D
printing will change all that.

And that?

We also have another branch
that focuses primarily

on the industrial uses of robotics.

Making workers more efficient,
maximizing productivity.

Why is it behind glass?

It's not always
a good idea to mix man

and machine, machine usually wins.

It's very impressive.

One day, Inspector, robots
will be doing your job, too.

Is that a promise or a threat?

Perhaps a bit of both.

Rosa was plugging the competition, mostly,

but it's an opportunity to
advertise what we do here.

You were happy she was writing it?

Why wouldn't I be?

Oh, sorry, didn't know you were busy.

It's fine, this is...

DCI Barnaby.

The police?

Oh, the journalist who
interviewed me, she was killed.

My god.

And you are?

Where's my manners, Jake Hannity.

Jake's here helping me for
when we float the business

later this year, but
mostly he's my fiance.

What were your movements
on the night Rosa died?

I was at the dance gala and
then I went home with Jake.

And you were
both at home all night?

Yes.
- Yeah.

Was Rosa just writing about you?

All of us, really.

I know she spoke to my
father, my brother, Ray.

Lilly, obviously.

My step-mother.

In fact, I saw her and Rosa
butting heads at the gala.

They argued?

Proper little ding-dong.

What about?

Lilly probably wanted to
make it all about her.

She usually does.

You don't think much of her?

I try not to think of her at all.

Thank you, Miss Wilder.

Thanks, man.

Mr. Corrigan.

What are you doing here?

Guinea piggin'.

I let them try out their prototypes on me

and I tell them where
they're getting it wrong.

Pretty soon you'll be able to strap on

one of these exoskeleton gizmos,

you won't be able to tell the difference.

Inspector Barnaby?

Rosa's stuff.

That comes to me, right, as next of kin?

When we've finished with it.

I wrote her some letters,
from Afghanistan.

Photos of guys who...

Well, you know.

It'd be nice to have that stuff back.

Just the paper stuff, no
hard drives or memory sticks.

No computer.

I'll see you get everything.
- Thank you.

Winter.

Sir, I spoke to immigration,

and the tip-off about
Alexei Kovalenko was logged

at 6:47 the morning he due in at Heathrow.

It was sent through to them
from the 999 switchboard.

I've requested a recording of the call.

Did they get a name?
- No.

It was made from a phone
box in Midsomer Mallon.

I thought I'd ask around,
see if anyone saw anything.

They might, that early in the morning.

You never know.

Did you manage to correct the problem

with the sagittal joints?

I think so.

And how's the interface?
- I'm working on it.

In time.

It's important, Warren.

I'll have it done, don't worry.

You're a live saver.

Forgive me, between meetings,
I'm learning to walk again.

Apparently, I have to concentrate
on large steps, and um...

A correct heel strike.

And that.

Corticobasal degeneration, Inspector.

My brain's packing in.

A few cells at a time.

And it doesn't end well.

Six to eight years, they reckon,

and I've already done three, so.

I'm sorry.

That's why I started the Institute.

They can't do anything for
me, but maybe someone else,

and that's got to be worthwhile.

Better than selling and buying schmutter.

A retail empire
is a bit more than that.

It's all about buying
and selling, Inspector.

My daughter's got to learn
that, when I step down.

Heather's taking over Paradisum?

In a year so, maybe sooner.

It all depends on, um...

Did Rosa Corrigan know about this?

Well, if she did, I didn't
tell her, none of her business.

And how does your son, Ray,

feel about his sister taking over?

I'm sorry, Inspector, my
husband has an appointment.

Probably relieved.

Ray's not really cut out for business.

And Heather is?
- She understands.

Survival of the, um...

Darwin's natural whatsit, um, fittest.

Yeah.

We might have the cars, the
helicopters, the yachts,

but it's still a street fight,
Inspector, always will be.

Thank you.

Heather has always been
able to get what she wants.

"Daddy's little girl."

You don't approve?

Naked ambition is never attractive.

You don't want to take over?

I don't have the stomach.

I'm not sure I believe that.

How well did you know Rosa Corrigan?

I didn't.

So, what did you row about at the gala?

It wasn't a row.

Your step-daughter,
Heather, says different.

Oh, I'm sure she does.

Gliding the knife in, was she?

I don't think she's your biggest fan.

Imagine my surprise.

Rosa wanted to
talk to Andrew again,

about him stepping down.

It was fairly clear she
wanted to write a piece about

the family, tensions,
rivalries, cheap and obvious.

I told her it wasn't going to happen.

And she disagreed?

She wasn't happy about it, but...

I have watched this disease
eat away the man I love.

And it won't stop until it
destroys him completely.

I want what is left of his
life to be as easy as possible.

And I will do what it
takes to see that it is.

What did you do
after the opening gala?

Andrew and I came home, he was
tired, so I put him to bed.

And after that?

Curled up with a bottle of wine.

Can anyone vouch for you?

Inspector.

Had I wanted to, I could simply
have picked up the phone.

Paradisum has hot and cold
running lawyers whose job it is

to deal with much bigger
fish than Rosa Corrigan.

I could've shut her down in a heartbeat.

Why would I kill her?

It's...

Inelegant.

And you didn't see anyone making a call?

No, no.

No, no.

Sorry.
- Okay, thanks.

Rosa asked me a few questions
about Heather, that's all.

Memories as kids, that sort of stuff.

Did you know Rosa had a
row with your step-mother?

No.

She wanted to write after
rifts in the family.

I wouldn't know about that.

The rifts or the fact that she
wanted to write about them?

Both.

There are no rifts.
- Ah.

Do you mind? I have to compete later.

You make it look easy.
- Thank you.

I'm guessing
that's the hard part.

You should give it a try.

Really?

Never too old to start.

Just begin with a few gentle stretches.

That's it, then swap over.

It helps if you know
your point of balance.

It's vital.

Really?

Well, unlike our center of gravity,

which moves depending
on the shape we make,

our point of balance stays
pretty much in the same place,

but move a few inches away,

you get the urge to
step in that direction.

To topple, can't help yourself.

There it is.

Null points, I'm afraid.

I'll recover.

You take dancing very seriously.

Yes.

More than your father does, I suspect.

I try not to worry too much
about what my father thinks.

The call was made 100
yards from where you live.

Do you honestly
think I'm that petty?

I think it was an easy solution

to an increasingly frustrating problem,

and I'm wondering if Rosa
Corrigan maybe found out.

When was the call made?
- Wednesday the 27th.

I was at a dance teachers
conference in Newcastle.

You can check.

Whoever made that call, it wasn't me.

Tan!

Come on.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I
have to polish my cha-cha-cha.

Think I've got something, sir.

There were two separate
complaints of dangerous driving

the night that Rosa Corrigan
was run off the road.

They were logged, but never followed up.

Any details?

A black hatchback, possibly
a VW and a partial plate.

An S or a 5 and an A.

Get onto DVLA, see what you can dig up.

Hi.

Rach?

What's happened?

Someone put this through my letterbox.

They've hacked my accounts.

These get a bit more personal.

They came with this.

What am I gonna do?

Haven't you got a home to go to?

DVLA have come back.

Three vehicles in the Midsomer
area match the details.

One belonging to this
guy, Warren Cunningham.

Oh, I saw him.

He works at the Wilder
Biorobotics Institute.

Is there anything that
links him to Rosa Corrigan?

His Facebook page, on his mom's birthday.

He's Tanya Brzezinski's son.

Don't work too late.

As if.

He took out his mom's rival?

It's certainly a possibility.

Ah, quite the devoted son.

Who is?

Pretty sure it's not this one, eh?

Morning, sweetheart.
- Morning.

Thanks, Dad.
- Oh, it's a joke!

He's so serious.

He always was.

You ought to lighten up, son.

Baby steps.

Bye.

It was an accident.

I'd been working 23 hours non-stop.

It all happened so quickly.

I...

She hadn't got any lights,

and I didn't see anything
until the last moment.

I swerved and because I didn't
feel a bump or anything...

You just assumed everything was fine.

I didn't know there was anything wrong,

until Rosa started shouting at me.

23 hours non-stop, a bit
above and beyond, isn't it?

I like to get things right.

I'm sure you can appreciate that.

Your mother and Rosa Corrigan
were rivals, weren't they?

You didn't share your mother's resentment?

I can't remember a time when Mom

wasn't obsessed with dancing.

Competing, rehearsing, always traveling,

always somewhere else.

Barely seeing me.

My whole life.

I hate it.

If she never danced
another step, I'd be happy.

So, no, I didn't share her resentment.

I didn't care about her
rival and I sure as hell

didn't deliberately run Rosa off the road.

Heather, Jakey boy!

How's that prototype leg coming on?

Yeah, it's great, I got
a fitting this evening.

Pretty soon I'll be looking
like the Terminator.

Except, you know, without
the explosions and the acc,

nevermind.

I'm seeing Ray this afternoon.

He wants to talk to your father.

The Chinese deal going ahead?

With luck and a following wind.

Thanks.
- Ray is so lucky to have you.

Well, he doesn't have me.

You do.

Dad's back.

Jake?

Hey, look at me.

Hey, hey, hey, look at me.

Look at me, it's okay, look at me.

It's okay, it's okay, look at me.

It's okay, it's okay.

I'd say Warren Cunningham's
pretty close to the edge.

Question is, what put him there?

Okay?

Okay?

I'm good.

It's the helicopter, I'm
sorry, I'm sorry, I just...

Hey, I was there too, remember.

Think I'm right back whenever
a helicopter goes over.

The sound of the apaches approaching.

Relief as those walkers hit
the terries where it hurt.

Forget it, okay?

Okay.

Thank you.

Oh, thanks.

Come on, let's go.

I'm impressed.

Well, I've seen a lot of cases.

What it can do to you, here and out there.

You served, too?
- Afghanistan.

No one understands, not really.

You had to be there.

The margin on these
things is off the chart.

And we have the exclusive import rights.

Yeah, it's a license to print money, Dad.

So, you're gonna make a deal.

Congratulations, then what?

Oh, I don't...
- One deal, so what?

Come back to me when you've made 20 deals.

But Dad, this is...
- You can't play this, Ray.

You've gotta choose.

The real world or...

Sequins.

You underestimate him.

You don't have to choose.

Why is it never enough?

I just want to show him, just once,

that I can do something
well, that I'm as...

As good as anyone.

You already are.

Right now, it should be
me looking out for you.

We'll look out for each other.

Are you all right?
- Yeah.

A bit, you know...

Like a horse.

Knackered.

I heard what happened earlier, to Duncan.

Jake said it was the
helicopter that set him off.

Well, I'm sorry.
- It's not your fault.

Maybe you should go and check on him.

I don't need to do that.
- Even so.

I love you.

I know.

Morning.
- Hi.

Thank you.
- You're welcome.

The full report on Rosa Corrigan.

Oh, impressively hefty.

No stone, that's me.

Medical history, external,
internal, histology.

Ah, toxicology.

Alcohol, no traces of
cocaine or marijuana.

You're expecting?

Not really, but you get
the odd surprise sometimes.

Allergies, pollen, dust.

Lidocaine?

Used as a local anesthetic.

Pops up in all sorts
of ointments and gels.

And before you ask, no,

she didn't die from a crafty
shot of lidocaine, sorry.

One day, thanks, Fleur.

Any time.

Sir, that 999 call that I
requested from immigration

about Alexei Kovalenko,
they've just sent it through.

Yeah, I need to talk to someone

about an illegal immigrant.

They've been working here without
a visa, who do I speak to?

Hey.

Andrew wanted me to
check that you were okay.

It's all right.

System malfunction, warning.

Warning.

Warning.

System malfunction.

Warning.
- Analyzing now.

Warning.

System malfunction, warning.

I'm trying, I'm trying.

Warning, system malfunction.

Watch out!

Heather.

Heather.

Call an ambulance.

Yes?

Would you mind telling me why
you tipped off immigration

to deport your sister's dance partner?

You think we were hacked?

Something got into the system.

Corrupted the code.

Thank you.

Sabotage?

It looks like it.
- Well, can you find out who?

You really need to rest.

I really don't, you worry too much.

Well, I'm allowed to, but are you sure?

I'm sure, go, you'll be
late for your meeting.

Just keep this between us, okay?

I tried to warn Rosa.

About Alexei Kovalenko?

She wouldn't listen, she was in love.

I tried to say he was bad news.

That he'd been sleeping with
other women behind her back.

I didn't want her to be
hurt anymore than necessary.

He'd lied to her, he'd
lied to immigration, so...

You dropped him in it.

I did what I had to do, to protect her.

Did she find out what you'd done?

No.

A betrayal like that, she
confronts you, you argue...

No, no, no, no, come on.
- Turn into a tragic accident.

Where were you the night she died?

I told you, I was at the
gala and then I went home.

Alone?

I think you should leave.

Who were you with the
night your sister died?

Get out.

When you've told me who you were with.

He was with me.

Rach?
- It's worse than I thought.

It started a few months ago.

I think we were both feeling alone.

And you were with each
other the night Rosa died?

Yeah.

All night?

Yeah.

Did your sister know
about this relationship?

Well, I certainly didn't tell her.

Could she have found out?

It's possible.

She wasn't blackmailing me,

if that's what you're
suggesting, she couldn't.

Why not?
- Because my husband knows.

Duncan makes me happy and
right now, there's not a lot

in my life to be happy
about, Andrew understands.

In fact, it was his idea that
I come over this afternoon.

He encourages it?

My husband doesn't have
the time to be jealous.

Then why keep it a secret?

You know how people think.

They won't understand how
Andrew would be okay with it.

I can't spare him much, Inspector,

but I can spare him that.

I don't understand.

I found it hidden in my bedroom.

It's been recording me.

Watching me do, whatever.

How were they able to, I
mean, did someone break in?

We have to go to the police.
- No.

They can find out who it is.

I know who it is.

Are you all right?

Yeah, much better now.

I had to tell him about us.

You see that, don't you?

It'll be okay.

I want it to be better than okay.

I wanna treat you right.
- You do.

I wanna buy you nice things.
- You don't need to.

Yeah, but I wanna take care of ya.

Like, always.

I'll take care of everything, okay?

I knew you were dance
partners, I didn't realize...

I was young.

I thought it was fun.

It's no secret that the whole
campus Christmas thing's

an act and I knew he had a reputation,

but I guess I was flattered.

I know I should've known better.

I thought he'd be
exciting to be with, but,

he'd get jealous as soon as
I even spoke to anyone else.

Same rules didn't apply to him, though.

He was unfaithful?

Like other people breathe.

I ended it and he was
pathetic about it at first.

Begging me to stay.

Then he got nasty.

When he started dancing with Tanya,

I thought it'd put a stop to it all.

Are you sure it's him?

He knows my passwords, he
still has the keys to here.

Why wouldn't you change the locks?

I didn't think I needed to.
- But the police.

I don't want him to go
to prison, I just...

I just want him to stop.

Leave her alone, yeah?
- Sorry, not with you.

Know what it's like,
we've all been there, but,

you have to stop, okay?

Because it's not, you know, it's not cool,

what you're doing to Rachel.

I'm not doing anything.
- Don't, don't do that.

Don't play innocent.
- Are you feeling okay?

Competition getting to you?

Bunions, maybe?

I mean it.

You know, I've heard some people...

The messages, the texts, the camera!

Wait.

What?

You better cut it out, I'm telling you.

Are you threatening me?

Quit, okay?

Or what?

Just, cut it out.

Tell me you haven't done anything stupid.

Of course not.

It wouldn't be the first time.

I don't do rubber gloves, Anton.

You make a mess, darling.

You clean it up.

I think you and me need
to have a little chat.

Tah-dah!

Oh, nice threads!

Son?

Yeah, very dapper.

Well, it's not every day you see your

best mate celebrate his diamond wedding.

Out of interest, when was
the last time you saw Harry?

Golly, it's been a while.

That's what I thought.
- Well!

Your mother was ill and...
- She died 12 years ago, Dad.

You could've seen him anytime.

All you had to do was pick up the phone.

Ah, it's my taxi.

I won't be late.

Much.

You can't help yourself, can you?

Baby steps, seriously?

Piece of advice, don't ever have parents.

A single blow?

In the sense of being hit

by a freight train is a single blow.

Straight down on the top of the head.

Any idea when?

Actually, yes.

He lifted his arm to protect himself.

Might as well have used a bread stick.

Quite.

Anyway, his watch was smashed at 8:43.

I came in early.

I get a start before the
phones start ringing.

The lights were on and I remember thinking

someone will need to
be bollocked for that.

And then, um...

Do you know why Duncan
was in the lab at night?

We came in for a fitting.

We were trying a new 3D-printed ankle.

But he should've left, I don't
really understand why he...

Who would know how to
control a robot like that?

It's just a joystick, anyone can use it.

It's sort of the point.

What about CCTV?

You must have some,
with all this hardware.

Ah.

Yeah, we do, usually.

But, um, we've had some problems,

so, the cameras weren't working.

What sort of problems?
- Our system was hacked.

Hacked?

Someone wants us out of business.

Industrial espionage.

Or a competitor trying to set

their research back a few years.

Sabotage, eh?

Duncan Corrigan isn't my
idea of an industrial spy.

No, but maybe he recognized one.

Whoever did this is long gone.

Do you think they found
what they were looking for?

He didn't have a computer,
so whatever it is,

we're talking analog, not digital.

These are from Rosa's files.

If they're significant,
why are they still here?

When do you doodle like this?

When I'm waiting on the phone.

Check his calls.

Let's ask around, try
and find out who Walt is.

When Duncan first came here, he was...

Broken.

It was soon after Andrew was diagnosed,

so I understood a little bit about

loss and grief and...

Just being overwhelmed.

Nothing like he went through,
obviously, but enough.

You helped him recover?

Maybe.

A little.

Me and Jake.

Jake Hannity?

Mm-hm.

He, uh, got it.

Duncan says they're...

Duncan used to say they
were brothers in arms.

Did Duncan ever mention
someone called Walt?

No, not to me.

Is it important?

Did he say where he was going last night?

He had a fitting
for a new prosthesis.

And after that?

I have no idea.

I'm sorry.

I've had enough.

Duncan always said he
wanted to take care of me.

That was the last thing he said to me.

"I'll take care of everything."

Still trying to prove something.

Prove?

Survivor's guilt.

He could never accept that he came home,

whilst the others didn't.

I loved him.

And I don't think he
ever quite believed me.

Are you all right?

All right?

I spoke to Duncan yesterday.

He called me.

He wanted to thank me, you
know, for talking him down.

Three tours, surviving an
IED, only to die like that.

Stupid.

Does the name Walt mean anything to you?

No, sorry, should it?

We think it was someone
Duncan was keen to speak to.

Someone in his regiment, perhaps.

Perhaps.

Oh, you were saying you
served in Afghanistan as well.

Yeah, I was at Musa
Qala, part of Three Para.

There were just 88 of us held
down against 500 Taliban,

56 days without relief.

I was lucky, I got out.

Will you excuse me,
I've got an appointment.

Of course.

Did you know Duncan out there?

I wish I had.

He was a good, brave man.

Do me a favor, catch
whoever did this, will you?

Police gone?

Will you go and rest?

I'll send some food up later.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry.

Tan, the CD's on the fritz again.

At this rate I'm gonna have
to hum the bleedin' bolero.

Who are you?

Tell me you'll stop.

Stop?

Stop what?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh.

Oh, this is something to do with Ray, yes?

Then let me tell you,
you've got the wrong guy.

Seriously.

Tell me you'll stop.

Come on, how can I stop
something I haven't done?

All right, all right, all right, okay.

I'll admit, the phone calls
and the texts, they were me.

Tell.

Me.

You'll.

Stop.

Okay, no the foot, please, not the foot!

All right, all
right, all right, I'll stop.

Just, just leave me alone, okay?

Thank you.

Any joy with Duncan Corrigan's phone?

No, it's still locked,
they're still working on it.

Why would you have mouth
gel you're allergic to?

Sorry?
- It's been bothering me.

This tube of mouth gel at the scene.

Only, Rosa Corrigan couldn't
use it, she was allergic.

Perhaps she bought it by accident.

Or bought it for someone else.

Or it wasn't hers.

Inspector Barnaby?

Mr. Cunningham.

The desk sergeant at the
station said I'd find you here.

How can I help you?

I killed Duncan Corrigan.

There's a shareholders meeting next week.

Heather needed everything up
and running perfectly, but...

There was a problem?

You could say that.

The mobile interface was
a 100% copper-bottomed,

guaranteed disaster.

The mobile interface?

We've developed an app, the idea is that

you can control the
exoskeleton from your phone.

It would revolutionize
the day-to-day usage and

has huge commercial potential.

Only problem being, it didn't work.

So, what did you do?

There was no way I could
rewrite the code from scratch.

But I thought I could borrow code

written for something
else, but when I ran it,

all the hardware went berserk.

One of the robotic arms
hurt Heather and then,

and then the same thing happened
to Duncan only this time...

So, you see.

It's my fault he died.

This app.

What about it?

This was for exoskeletons
for people with disabilities

so they could control it on their phones?

That's right, all the rehab
machines were connected to it.

The robot arm that killed Duncan Corrigan

was for industrial use.

It was?

I saw you operating it.

But that arm wouldn't have been affected.

It's controlled on site,
no computer interface.

That means I, it wasn't, I didn't...

No.

You don't have anything to worry about.

You spoke to him?

More or less.

One thing, did you see Duncan
Corrigan when he came in?

No, sorry.

I heard him, though, talking to someone.

It was at the end of the
day, I was heading out.

But you didn't see who?

Sorry.
- Did you hear what they said?

Don't think it was very important.

Even so.

Something about herring, I think?

That and a rosette.

Maybe, sorry.

Herring?

It's not really something
you get killed over, is it?

Thought you were just gonna talk to him?

Oh, I did, but he just needed
a bit more encouragement.

What did you do?

Lent on him a bit, nothing bad.

Just enough?

He won't bother you anymore.

Oh, sorry.

No, no.

Someone set fire to Rosa
Corrigan's house, neighbors

called the fire brigade at
10 to five this morning.

Someone torches her place
the same night her brother's

cottage is searched, what
does that sound like to you?

They didn't find what they
were looking for at Duncan's.

So, they went back to
look again at Rosa's.

But why burn the place down?

I'm guessing because they couldn't find

what they were looking for
and wanted to make sure

no one else could find it.

Yeah, well they did a
good job, it's gutted.

I know the feeling.

What if they couldn't find
what they were looking for

at either place because it
was never there to begin with?

I'm not with you, sir.

What if Duncan had it
with him all the time?

Anything?

Pockets, the lining of
his jacket, no, nothing.

When I get to him,

I'll let you know if
he swallowed anything.

Oh, you know, secreted it prison-styley.

What about his leg?

Ah-ah.

It's hardly a smoking gun, is it?

Come on, Rach, we've got
a competition to win.

Five minutes.

You said that five minutes ago.

If you want perfection,
you've gotta wait for it.

Ah, damn it.

Well?

Was it worth waiting for?

We unlocked
Duncan Corrigan's phone.

On the day he died, he
called Lilly Wilder twice,

Jake Hannity, a couple of
army pals and this number.

Which he called four
times within the hour,

before they finally called him back.

Whoever it was, he pretty keen

to speak to them, do we know who?

It's a pay-as-you-go, I've left a message.

But I did speak to the army pals, though.

And?

Duncan wanted to double-check
the nickname of chinooks.

Chinooks?

Along with apaches,

the two most common
helicopters in Afghanistan.

Chinooks are transport helicopters

and apaches are the ones that attack.

Apaches and chinooks.

Live and learn, eh?

After we split up, Anton
did send me abusive texts.

And disgusting.

I begged him to stop and he said he would.

But I still see him at dance comps,

smiling that knowing smile.

He always knew exactly
how to get under my skin.

Why didn't you go to the police

when he started bothering you?

With a bunch of texts?

It's hardly enough, so...

But you made up a bunch
of stuff he hadn't done.

I'm sorry.

So, the camera, the photos, that was you?

Why?

To scare him.

Just a little bit.

He'd scared me.

Oh, Rach.

I shouldn't have involved you.

Probably not.

What now?

I love you.

I love you.

Are you dancing?

Are you asking?

Yeah.

Come on, then.

Somewhere in this photo is
the reason two people died.

I'm looking at it, but I can't see it.

Well, perhaps it's not the people.

Perhaps it's the place or their jewelry.

Or the time it was taken.

And then there's someone
called Walt who we can't find.

Got it, so one of them is Walt?

We've checked DVLA, passports.

Everyone's who they say they are.

Well, it's quite an unusual name.

What is?
- Walt.

Well, off the top of my head,

there's Disney, Raleigh.

Mitty, Gabriel, Pigeon.

Yeah, thanks, Dad.

What's that?

Harry gave it to me yesterday.

Old movies that he took
when we all went on holiday.

And he lent me his projector,

so I thought we could watch 'em.

Oh, that's great!
- Not tonight, Dad.

It won't take long.
- I'm working.

Well, take a break!
- Dad!

Oh, come on.
- Why, what's the point?

Don't you wanna see 'em?

So we can pretend everything was great?

What do you mean by that?

Doesn't matter.
- Pretend?

Who's pretending?

Come on, son, if you've
got something to say...

Well, all right, if you really wanna know,

you were never there, Dad.

All my life, growing up, you
always had somewhere else

that you had to be, something
else that you had to do.

The, the practicing, the competing
and you left Mom to cope.

Your mother understood.

She didn't have much choice, did she?

John.

No, you just weren't that
interested, you still aren't.

If it weren't for Sarah,
you wouldn't be here now.

I don't live nextdoor, you know.

It's Sheffield, Dad, it's not
the other side of the world.

When was the last time
you came to see Betty?

When was the last time you came to see me?

Well, it's takes two to tango.

As you would know, of course.

Well, maybe some other time.

I think I'll just go for a lie down.

Nicely done.

I think it's something
to do with age, you know.

People get kinda stubborn
and they can't or won't

see someone else's point of view.

He could at least try.

I wasn't talking about your dad.

Hello, Walt.

Mitty.
- What?

It's what Dad said, Walter
Mitty, in the story,

he was the little man who
fantasized about being some sort

of hero and it was Herrick,
not herring, Herrick.

What was?

Look, you know I don't understand
a word of this, don't you?

Don't wait up.

Winter, I'm going to the
ballroom, meet me there.

Someone has been lying from the start.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the winners of the Paramount
Dance Extravaganza,

Ray Wilder and Rachel Stevenson.

That was...

You really know your stuff, don't you?

Yeah, Dad.

I really know my stuff.

Hey, look at this, we did it.

Congratulations.

We'll get changed.

You forgot about the clasp.

Everyone who served in
Afghanistan got a campaign medal.

When you don't wear the medal,
you wear a ribbon instead.

Jake, is something wrong?

Just a misunderstanding, it's fine.

Those who served in Operation Herrick

got a special clasp on their
medal, to show they were there.

On the ribbon, it's marked with a rosette.

There's Duncan's.

So, where's yours?

Whatever this is,
Inspector, can't it wait?

If it's wrong, then that's a mistake.

Seriously, a ribbon.

I promise you, Inspector,
someone somewhere screwed up.

So what if he doesn't
have the right ribbon?

The man's a veteran, a hero.

I mean, something as that.
- Who cares? Ribbons.

Apaches, chinooks, it's an easy mistake.

It doesn't mean anything.

It's fine, really.

I'll get hold of the
regiment, sort it out.

I'm sorry, Inspector,
it's a great story, but...

Before he died, Duncan
Corrigan was desperate

to contact someone on the phone.

I spoke to him this evening.

A Colonel Richard Dawes,
he was also with Three Para

at Musa Qala but he'd never heard of you.

So, I didn't know the
name of every bloke...

But then I spoke to army
headquarters in Andover.

There's no record of a Jake
Hannity having served at all.

Anywhere.
- Well, check again?

Someone's messed up, that's all.

Soldiers have a name for people like you.

A Walt.

Someone who makes it all up.

So what?

It's not against the law.

No.

But fraud is.

Colonel Dawes is also part of a

group of ex-soldiers who
make it their business to

hunt down fakes like you.

They've got quite a file on you.

Including how you conned two
women out of their savings.

Jake.

Tell me.

You were engaged to both of them, too.

No, this can't be true.

The stakes were higher this
time, though, weren't they?

You couldn't afford any
mistakes, like this photograph.

Rosa Corrigan completely missed it.

She was concentrating on
writing about the Wilders,

but all the same, she
had taken that photo,

and you couldn't have that.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Even if Rosa hadn't seen the
significance of that ribbon,

someone else might.

So?

What, I killed her?

No.

No, you couldn't have done
it, you have an alibi.

That's right, isn't it?

You said that you were
together than night.

Oh, I would love to say
that's a lie, but I can't.

I had to work throughout the night and

Jake was in the house the whole time.

Back to square one, Inspector.

What was that you said about helicopters?

Sorry?
- "Chinooks and apaches.

"It's an easy mistake,"
you said, just now.

Well, I don't think mixing up

helicopter nicknames is that big a deal.

Jake called apaches walkers,
which Duncan didn't think was

right, so he called a friend
who confirmed his suspicion.

Walkers are the nicknames
for chinooks, not apaches.

Duncan knew that Jake
Hannity had made a mistake.

So?

So, I'm wondering how you did.

Must've heard it from someone.

Who, Duncan?

I don't know, maybe.

Jake made this mistake
while he was talking

Duncan down from his
PTSD attack, I was there.

Nine hours later, Duncan was dead.

We know that he was at home
for the rest of the day.

We know who he was with and
who he spoke to on the phone.

So, when exactly did he tell you?

They're fishing, Ray, say nothing.

What does it matter?

Because if you knew
the truth about Jake Hannity,

why would you keep it to yourself?

You knew?

No...

This is, I mean, of course not.

How could you know and not tell me?

Ray?

It's absurd.

Crazy.

Let's go.

You have mouth gel.

Well, lots of dancers use it.

Especially during performance week.

Blisters, bruised toe nails, all sorts.

It dulls the pain.

Just bought it?

Yes.

A tube of Alogel was found

at the scene of Rosa Corrigan's murder.

Like I said, lots of dancers use it.

She didn't, she was allergic to lidocaine.

Jake wanted Rosa Corrigan stopped,

so he sent you, didn't he?

It was your mouth gel at the scene.

But you didn't find the photograph.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Unfortunately for you,
the photograph was sent

with the rest of Rosa's
belongings to her brother,

the one person who
might notice the ribbon.

And he did notice, didn't he?

On the night that he was
murdered, Duncan was overheard

talking to someone about Operation Herrick

and the missing rosette.

Only, it wasn't you he confronted.

Just like with Rosa, you sent someone else

so you could keep your distance.

First Rosa, then Duncan.

Isn't that what happened?

You killed Duncan?

It's ridiculous.

Honestly, it is.

Believe me.

Dad, please!

Well, answer the man.

It was Jake's idea.

Oh...
- He's lying, that's a lie.

You said everything would be ruined,

if that photo came out.

The marriage, everything.

I'd have to kiss the Chinese
deal goodbye and I couldn't,

let that happen.

Tell me.

Tell me what happened.

Jake said there is a way.

All I had to do is get the photo and

get Rosa to drop the story.

He said it made sense if I
did it, because I didn't have

motive and if anything went
wrong, he'd be in the clear.

Ray, for crying out loud.

And something did go wrong.

I didn't mean to...

It just got, she...

She went for me and I...

I hit her.

I was scared, she was screaming,

I just wanted her to stop, so I, I...

What have you done?

Afterwards, I tried to make
it look like a robbery.

I hoped that would've been it.

Only, it wasn't, was it?

Because you'd panicked and
left the photograph behind.

Jake was furious.

He said Duncan had it, now he knew and

said I'd made things worse, not better.

Though this time, he told me to, to...

To kill him.

I wouldn't.

I told him I wouldn't, no.

Not cold blooded.

And you just laughed.

Said that you had Rosa over me.

That you'd tell, you...

Destroy me, my, my family.

Everything.

Which is what I should've done.

At least I'd have done it right.

You understand, don't you, Dad?

Your name, your reputation.

There wasn't anything I could do.

All this because of a deal?

I did it for you!

I wanted you to see me, just once!

To not be disappointed.

I wanted you to be proud of me.

He's a bit old for daddy issues, isn't he?

Maybe.

You know, in a while, I will
have no recollection of this.

I won't remember Jake,

or how he conned his way into our family,

or what he got my boy
to do or why he did it.

I won't even remember I had a son.

I suppose there's some comfort in that.

Goodbye, Inspector.

Why didn't Ray just walk away after Rosa?

Come clean, take his chances.

It's the point of balance, you see.

All it takes is a few
inches and then you topple.

You can't help yourself.

Sir?

I'll see you tomorrow, Winter.

What, you don't fancy a drink?

No.

There's something I need to do.

Hello, darling.

Maybe I'll turn in, got an
early start in the morning.

Well, I picked up a few beers.

I thought maybe we
could watch some movies.

Isle of White.

With a a different colored sand.

You wanted to leave your clothes

and take that sand home in your suitcase.

An entirely practical solution, I thought.

Wasn't all bad, was it?

I did my best, son.

I know you did.

So, did you catch the bad guys?

Yeah, Dad.

I caught the bad guys.

Good lad.