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Pass it, pass it,

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so, I'm so.

That demands an answer, Talbot.

Now, have you, or have you not,

been discussing club matters
with outsiders?

I'm not answerable to you, Heywood.

Or anyone else in this room.

Your first loyalty is
to the club, Dan.

Maybe you've forgotten that.

Or maybe you've been spending just a little
bit too much time in the village.

-Daniel!
-Marcus!

Good evening, gentlemen.

You may be seated.

I say, gentlemen, because that is what

members of the Pudding Club
should strive to be.

No matter how trying
the circumstances.

Sorry, sir.

Sorry, sir.

And the circumstances are particularly
trying tonight.

As you know, Daniel's grandfather,
Sir Walter, is gravely ill.

Tonight he has taken a
turn for the worse.

Sir Walter is a Pudding Club man and one
of our most distinguished old boys.

So I ask you all to behave
with due propriety.

Daniela, I must take you to
the manor immediately.

My thoughts will be with you
and your family, Dan.

Shall I speak for everybody here?

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Thank you, Marcus.

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Papa, Daniel is here to see you.

What is it, Grandad?

He wants to know the time.

It's five past midnight, Grandad.

Why does he want to know the time?

It's after midnight, Doctor.

And therefore the feast day of St. Mallie,
patron saint of Devington School.

Look.

He's smiling.

Oh, of course, Papa winning
the St. Mally's Day race.

Can't we leave the blasted school
out of things for once?

Don't worry, Papa.

The race will be run as usual.

And Daniel will win it for you.

Won't you, Daniel?

I'll do my best, Grandad.

He can't hear you.

I'm sorry.

He's gone.

Quid nunc?

What now?

A stiff drink, that's what.

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It's so good of you to come
and give us moral support.

Oh, we've been looking forward to it.

Haven't we, Tom? I thought
Toby might be

happier at a more traditional
school like this.

So when does he start?

Oh, we haven't actually
taken a plunge yet.

That's why we wanted you to come along,
so we could get your input.

-Isn't it, George?
-Shh.

Staff and friends of Devington
School, welcome to the St.

Malley's Day Race, run today
in honor of our beloved

friend, Sir Walter Talbot, diplomat
and distinguished old

Devingtonian, who passed away in the
early hours of this morning.

Forti effideli, nihil impossibile.

To the brave and the faithful,
nothing is impossible.

Gentlemen, are you ready?

Yes, Herr Marshal.

Levee, the bed!

The barrel of it!

Thank you.

Come on, Dad!

Go, Daniel!

You will win this race
for your grandfather!

Now run as fast as you can!

Go, Daniel!

Here we go!

Go, Daniel!

-Go, boy!
-Run, Daniel!

Go, go, go, go!

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Mr. Kuru, I...

Don't stop, Daniel!

Run!

Run like the wind! -♪♪♪

-Great.
-Here they come.

Come on, Mr. Heywood!

You can do it!

I can assure you Mrs.
Woodard I am moving

heaven and earth to find
a place for young Ted.

a word if I may.

Anthony may I introduce...

now Jonathan.

please excuse me.

That's Anthony Talbot,
Sir Walter's son.

He's a diplomat as well.

Yes, you can tell.

Good show, Talbot.

That's the way.

Oh, Benno!

Get off me.

Hey, would you jump?

Get off me.

I said, get off me.

For the greater good, you say?

For the greater good!

What the hell are you doing here?

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Bloody maniac!

Have you heard from Archie
Bellingham recently?

No.

What should I have done? The permanent
secretary on the phone this morning.

He's gone missing.

Gone missing?

Not a word to anyone, Jonathan.

The Foreign Office wants the
lid kept on this one.

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For God's sake!

Oh, really, Daniel, do get up!

If you don't reach the steps,
you can't win the race!

I can't see his head.

Somebody get an ambulance.

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I thought you were going to
stay with your mother.

I changed my mind.

Are you all right, Julia?

Yeah.

Let's cut the waffle, shall we,
and get straight to the point.

There's only one line of investigation
worth pursuing.

And what line is that, Mr. Talbot?

Well, the village, Midsomer Parba.

What about it?

Well, many years ago, the St.
Mally's Day race was the

occasion when scores were settled
between school and village.

Pitched battles were fought.

I'm glad to say the school
usually came out on top.

However, nowadays, we do things
rather differently.

We respect each other's role in the community
and all that sort of nonsense.

However, there are still some in the
village who resent the school.

You're suggesting that the attack on

Daniel was part of some feud
with the villagers?

Well, what other explanation
could there be?

There were local youths on the
village green yesterday.

They verbally abused and threw missiles
at the boys taking part in the race.

Verbal abuse is one thing.

Assault with a deadly weapon
is quite another.

Violence is never far away.

Well, we'll certainly look into
that aspect of it, Mr. Talbot.

I know this could be difficult.

But do you mind if I ask you a couple
of questions about Daniel?

What sort of questions?

Was he happy at Devington?

Happy?

Well, he was captain of the school.

He'd won his colors for cricket,
rugger, fives.

Of course he was happy.

Only yesterday at the start
of the race, I had

the feeling he was a little
reluctant to take part.

You may have forgotten, Inspector,
that Daniel's

grandfather died in the early
hours of yesterday morning.

The boy was tired and upset.

But I can assure you that Daniel
wanted nothing more

than to win that race for his
grandfather and for me.

So you reckon Daniel didn't want
to take part in the race?

Mrs. Talbot,

I know this is a bad time, but could
you spare me a moment, please?

I shudder to think of my son lying here,
side by side with that old monster.

What old monster would
that be, Mrs. Talbot?

Sir Walter, my-in-law.

I know you didn't get on.

Walter didn't get on with anybody.

He commanded.

People obeyed.

How did that go down with Daniel?

He did his best for my sake.

Just for your sake?

Any shortcomings on Daniel's
part were blamed on me.

Shortcomings?

I thought that Daniel
was doing very well.

Yes, but it was never good enough.

My husband and my-in-law are
very competitive men.

Daniel wasn't like that.

And that caused problems, did it,
between Daniel and his father?

There were a couple of
rows recently, yes.

What about Mrs. Talbot?

I believe it was about the school
and the pudding club.

What?

Look, I'm sorry, but that's all the talking
I can manage for the time being.

Go up to the school.

Talk to Eckersley Hyde.

He'll be only too pleased to tell
you all about the damn place.

Good morning, gentlemen.

How may I help you?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

That's Detective Sergeant Troy.

And we're here to see the
headmaster, please.

-Very good, sir.
-Excuse me, sir.

One of our little rules,
I'm afraid, sir.

Grass in main court.

It's out of bounds, sir.

Oh, sorry.

You were to know, sir.

Chief Inspector Barnaby.

And you must be Sergeant Troy, like I

say, it would Don't worry, Ludlow.

I'll take him to the headmaster.

Very good, Mr. Heywood.

Follow me.

Troy.

Okay.

Sir.

They've found a knife in Fryer's cot.

Well, you'd better get yourself
down there, wouldn't you?

You knew Daniel well, didn't you?

Yeah, sir.

Dan was an absolutely excellent chap.

Great friend of mine.

The whole school's in shock.

And you were right behind him in
Friar's Cops, weren't you?

Yeah, yeah.

But when Daniel got into the woods, he

was away cos he's incredibly
fit, you know.

So, did you see, hear anything?

Anyone suspicious?

Er, no.

Just me and Chas.

Battling it out for second
place, that's all.

Chas? Who's Chas? Er,
Charlie Mendel, sir.

Don't know if you've come across him.

KNOCK AT DOOR Come!

Thank you, Marcus.

We'll talk again.

Come!

When did you last speak to Daniel?

Last time I spoke to Daniel,
well, it must

have been 10 minutes or so
before the race began.

I went to his room and studied
cloisters to wish him luck.

Then I looked in on Ludlow at the Porter's
Lodge to make sure all was well.

Then I went out into main quad
to address the spectators.

How did he seem to you, Mr. Eckersley?

I had, uh, upset about his
grandfather, of course.

They were very close, you know.

What was his relationship
with his father like?

Excellent, I believe.

So apparently there were some, uh, arguments
recently about the school.

What teenage boy doesn't
argue with his father?

And the Pudding Club.

They argued about the Pudding Club.

I doubt that very much.

What exactly is the Pudding Club?

Well, um, back in the mists of

time, when food in school was,

well, less palatable than it is
now, some senior boys pooled

their resources and arranged to have
meals delivered from London.

The catering has improved,
but the club survives.

It's a tradition.

And we're rather keen on tradition
here at Devington.

So its purpose is, uh, social.

Exactly. There's a Pudding
Club scholarship.

But apart from that, members
dine once a week on Seward

Pudding and are allowed to walk
on the grass in main quad.

That's about the extent of it.

Oh, uh, apart from the cufflinks, the

silver spoons, only to
be worn by members.

Oh, so you work here yourself, then?

Oh, yes.

I'm an old Devingtonian.

And apart from three happy
years at Oxford,

Devington School has been
my life since I was 12.

Not my career, Inspector, my life.

Was Daniel a member of
the Pudding Club?

Oh, yes.

As were Anthony and Sir Walter.

Anthony was a contemporary
of mine here.

We were great, great chums,
and still are.

Tell me about the scholarship.

It's awarded to Pudding
Club members who show

particular promise and wish to
join the diplomatic service.

The school has excellent
contacts there.

Was Daniel in the running
for a scholarship?

I was very much in favor of Daniel.

But I don't quite see what this has to
do with catching Daniel's attacker.

Oh, I'm just filling in the background
details, Mr. Eckersley-Hyde.

I'd like to look at Daniel's
room now, if I may.

I'll take you myself.

Thank you.

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Something of interest.

Probably not.

These would normally be by
the basin, wouldn't they?

Do you have a son, Inspector?

No, I have a daughter.

Then you have been spared.

Personal hygiene and the adolescent
male are rarely on speaking terms.

I'd like to see Charlie Mennell
now, please, if I may.

And I'd like this room left just
as it is until further notice.

All right?

Whoa!

Um, a word about Charles Menel.

Um, there have been disciplinary
problems.

I'm sure the Bible can
write in the end,

but he has a bit of a,
what's the phrase?

A bit of an attitude problem.

I think you should bear that in
mind when talking to him.

-Thank you.
-I will.
-Menel!

Visitor!

Yeah, some of the local riffraff on the
village green gave us a bit of lip.

I didn't see any of them
in Friar's Copse.

Tell me what happened
in Friar's Copse.

I was robbed.

-That's what happened.
-You were robbed?

Of the race.

I caught Daniel, got the
ball off him, and

then that creep Hayward
jumped me from behind.

Isn't that against the rules?

-Rules?
-There aren't any rules.

First one back to the porter's
lodge for the ball wins.

It doesn't matter how you do it.

So what did you do after
Hayward jumped you?

I strolled back to the school
with some of the others.

You gave up on the race?

What's the point when you've got the
whole Pudding Club on your case?

What's the Pudding Club
got to do with it?

I fixed it so Daniel would
win, obviously.

Hey, don't get me wrong.

Daniel was a good bloke.

Only one of those arrogant bastards
I actually liked.

I take it you are not a member
of the Pudding Club?

-Me?
-No way.

Daniel was only a member
because of his dad.

Have you met his dad?

Yes.

Yes, I have.

He's a psycho, right?

Anyway, Daniel wanted out of the club.

He hated it as much as me.

There was a huge bust up between
him and his old man over it.

What about Daniel wanting to
leave the Pudding Club?

Yeah, you can't leave the Pudding
Club once you're in.

It's not done.

Bad form, right?

I heard there was a bit
of a ruck in the

Pudding Club room the night
before the race.

What sort of a ruck?

Between Daniel and Marcus Heywood.

Heywood accused Daniel of
fraternizing with the

villagers or something, you know,
betraying club secrets.

I mean, it's pathetic.

They're like kids in a gang.

Come.

When is it, Ladler?

Message for Inspector
Barnaby, Mr. Menel.

Sergeant Troy is in the refectory.

When you're ready, sir.

Thank you.

Weirdo. This whole place is full
of psychos and weirdos.

Early lunch, Troy.

Fantastic sausages.

Mrs. Bosworth gets them sent
from Lincolnshire.

Tell me about the knife they found.

It's a state knife, sir.

Serrated blade, distinctive
bone handle.

It was found 30 or 40 yards from the
path the boys were running along.

Forensic are checking for
prints and blood type.

Well done, Troy.

That's not all.

A chap called Dennis Carter called.

He's a groundsman here at the school.

Moonlights is a local taxi service.

Anyway, he was driving
past Fryer's cops

yesterday around about the
time Daniel was attacked.

Said he saw something.

What?

You wouldn't say on the phone.

He sounded very nervous.

You know what they're like
in these villages.

Indeed I do.

You enjoyed that, my lovely?

Delicious, thank you, Mrs. Bosworth.

Can I tempt you to a
sausage, Inspector?

No, thank you.

Lobsters?

School food's improved since my day.

Oh, they're not for the boys, silly.

They're for the top table.

Now then, what about pudding?

How about a little spotted
dick and custard?

Oh, that would be nice.

-Yeah, I'm sorry.
-We've got no time.

Oh, shame.

Any time you fancy trying it, Sergeant,
you know where to come.

Smashing lady.

Come on, Troy.

Let's talk to Dennis Carter.

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I was on my way back up to the
school to mow the first

eleven cricket pitch, so it must
have been About half three.

I was coming through
Friar's Copse This

motorbike came around the
bend the other way

Going that fast almost had me in
the ditch to see who it was

I don't like this.

This is not easy, you know.

Who was it, Mr. Carter?

What's going on, Dad?

It's the police from Causton.

This is my daughter, Julia.

What's this about?

A boy from Devington School was found
murdered in Friar's Copse yesterday.

Yeah, I heard about it.

We're asking people in the
village if they might

have seen someone or something
out of the ordinary.

Did you see anything, Dad?

I saw Paul Starkey riding that bloody
motorbike away from Friar's Cops.

That's what I saw.

Paul Starkey?

Paul Starkey wouldn't murder anyone.

Who's Paul Starkey?

Ray Starkey's son.

Landlord of the Choking Gown.

Julia's right.

Paul's not a bad lad.

He's had his moments, but murdering
someone, that just doesn't fit.

You say Paul Starkey has his moments.

What do you mean, exactly?

It's a bit of a tear away.

Motorbikes and so on.

And there was that business
up at the annex.

What's the annex?

Well, they're allowing girls
at the school now.

So they board in the village
at the annex.

Of course, nothing but trouble.

What kind of trouble?

What kind do you think?

Were you in the village yesterday?

No.

I was in Causton all day.

I was at Causton bus station.

All day?

I missed my bus.

Then I changed my mind
and I came back home.

Sir?

Are you the police?

Yes, sir.

How can we help?

In here, quickly.

I want to talk to you.

It's about the murder
of Daniel Talbot.

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Antony Talbot.

Sighted driving to Manor.

And, uh, what do you have?

255, that's allowed for letting
you in, say 253.

As policeman, you will appreciate the importance
of accuracy in these matters.

You wanted to talk to us about
Daniel Talbot, Mr., um?

Carew, Dudley Carew.

You must understand that I can only
talk in the broadest terms.

Why must I understand that?

The eyes and ears of Devington School
are everywhere in this village.

The royal family, are they working
for the Kremlin by Dudley Carew?

You wrote this, did you, sir?

Yes, yes, I contribute to all
sorts of periodicals.

But my main area of research
is Devington School

and its malign influence on
20th century history.

Well, that is fascinating, Mr. Carew,
but this is a murder mystery.

Now, you take the Vietnam War or
the invasion of Afghanistan.

In every case, a trail of blood leads
back to Devington School.

I have documentary proof that Lee
Harvey Oswald was here in

Midsomer Parva two weeks before he
assassinated President John F.

-Kennedy.
-Now, where's that paper?

Someone's been interfering
with my filing system.

You.

Did you touch anything on this desk?

Hm? Did you? I haven't been
anywhere near your desk.

You were a pupil at Devington School
yourself, weren't you, Mr. Carew?

-How do you know that?
-Who told you?

Well, that's you in school
photography, look.

You were sitting between
Anthony Talbot and

Jonathan Eckersley Hyde,
if I'm not mistaken.

Yes, well, I was there briefly.

Standard of teaching was
abysmal, so I left.

Inquiring minds were not encouraged.

It's much the same now, as poor
Daniel would have told you.

What did you want to tell us about
Daniel Talbot, Mr. Carew?

Daniel was a fine young
man, an honest young

man, and he paid the price for it.

Are you saying you know
who killed Daniel?

What?

No, not as yet.

The picture is incomplete.

All I say to you is, look at the
school, not the village.

That's where you'll find the answer.

The school.

Don't tell me.

Oh, it's that lovely policeman again.

I think you've been following
me, Sergeant.

Hello, Mrs. Bosworth.

Who's that with her?

Martin Fulmer, in charge
of sport at the school.

Oh, the one handing out
water in the lane.

That's right.

Didn't budge till the end of the race.

Lots of witnesses.

-Yes, gentlemen.
-What can I get you?

Small scots for me, please,
and an orange juice.

Adio.

What's that?

-There you are.
-Thank you.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Troy.

And we'd like to speak to
your son, Paul, please.

Is he here?

Oh, no.

He's gone out.

I don't know where he is, I'm afraid.

I reckon Paul Starkey's bolted.

Why would he do that?

Well, it's not looking
good for him, is it?

Looks like the murder weapon
came from his dad's pub.

He was seen driving away from the scene
of the crime at high speed.

Plus, he's the local bad boy.

I reckon we should put out
an all vehicle alert.

Are you Paul Starkey?

Yes.

I'd like a word with you, please.

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OK.

Let's go through this again.

You left the pub at 2 o'clock
and went for a ride.

That's right.

I just rolled around.

And on the way back, you
drove so fast through

Friar's Copse, you almost forced
Dennis Carter off the road.

Fast?

Dennis Carter, I don't know
the meaning of the word.

Paul, I'm going to ask
you just once more.

Were you in Friar's Copse
yesterday afternoon?

No, I wasn't.

I told you.

Can I have a word, please, sir?

They've found fresh tire tracks
in Friar's Copse, just here.

There?

You sure?

Yes, sir. Definitely a motorbike
and cigarette ends.

Starkey's brand.

Starkey is lying.

I'm sure he was in Friar's Copse
yesterday afternoon.

So let's arrest him, sir.

I don't think he killed Daniel Talbot.

Doesn't add up, Troy.

Doesn't add up. Look, look,
look. The boys leave

the lane and run down the path
through the wood here.

Charlie Manil catches Daniel about
here, gets the ball off him.

Then Charlie is tackled
by Marcus Hayward.

Daniel gets the ball back and goes on along
the path back towards the school.

So he must have been attacked somewhere
between here and here.

Right.

So Paul Starkey parks his
bike here, makes his

way through the wood, hides
in the bushes, waits.

Along comes Daniel.

Starkey jumps out, does the deed.

And then what?

Does he run straight back to his bike?

No, he does not.

For some reason, he goes off
in quite another direction.

Up there, look.

Chucked away his knife up there and then,
and only then, goes back to his bike.

Sir.

-Hm?
-What's up?

Oh, forensic on the knife.

No prints.

Blood matches Daniel Talbot's.

Traces of ammonia, acetic acid,
and other chemicals.

A common cleaning agent, apparently.

There's something in the back of my mind
about the end of that race yesterday.

I can't think what it is.

Sir, if we don't formally arrest Paul
Starkey, we'll have to let him go.

All right, Troy.

Arrest him.

Can I go home now?

Afraid not, Paul.

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What the hell do you want, Heywood?

Get him!

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Evening, Mr. Minnell.

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Gentlemen, if I may have your attention,
please, for one moment.

The police have arrested the man
who killed my son, Daniel.

He's a villager.

But that doesn't mean it's over.

Outsiders will see this
as an opportunity to

snoop and pry into the affairs
of the school.

But you must remember that your first loyalty
is to the Pudding Club, always.

Loyalty is our greatest strength.

Carry on, gentlemen.

Good night, Mr. Talbot.

Good night, Mr. Talbot.

Um, about this villager
that's been arrested.

Not Paul Starkey, is it?

Yes, Heywood, it is.

Why?

Um, well, there's something you really ought
to know about Paul Starkey, sir.

It's about him and Daniel.

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I'll ask the police to
interview Marcus

Hayward at the manor, away
from prying eyes.

Of course, Anthony.

Anthony, one tiny, tiny thing.

The Pudding Club meeting last night.

What of it?

You might have mentioned it to me.

The Pudding Club does not need
your permission to meet.

Of course not, Anthony.

But there was a time when you and I
worked as a team where the club

was concerned, in harness together,
shoulder to shoulder, and now...

Look, if you've got something
to say, just say it.

Well, you no longer take me
into your confidence.

Take poor Archie Bellingham.

Now, it says here he was due
back from Kuala Lumpur.

I thought he was posted
to Paris with you.

Has it not occurred to
you that information

like that may be confidential
for security reasons?

Of course.

Forgive me.

And while we're on the subject,
I was the one who spotted

Bellingham's potential and I was the one
who proposed him for the Pudding Club.

Very much against your best
wishes, I recall.

I'll see you at the manor.

We've got the results back
from the lab, Paul.

The tire tracks match.

It was you and Fry's
corpse, wasn't it?

You were there at the same time that
Daniel Talbot was stabbed.

The attacker used a knife
from your father's pub.

Now, do you understand, Paul, what
kind of trouble you're in?

I didn't kill him.

I want to believe you, Paul, but
you must stop lying to me.

My dad will go mad.

About what?

All right,

I was in Friar's Cops because I
had a message to meet Dave.

Who's Dave?

Dave Winch.

He works up in the kitchens
up at the school.

Mrs. Bosworth and my dad, they've
got this little deal.

Any surplus left in school kitchens,
my dad helps to get rid of.

Like leftover lobsters?

How do you know about the lobsters?

My amazing powers of deduction, Paul.

So you met Winch in Fryers Cops?

No.

He never showed up.

I hung around for a bit, and
well, then I went home.

Got a message from Dave Winch.

Who gave you the message?

One of the barmaids in the pub
said that he'd phoned up.

I thought it was a bit weird,
because he usually

comes in himself, or Marcus
Haywood brings a message.

Why would Marcus Haywood deliver
messages for Dave Winch?

Marcus is always in the Charlton gown.

So Marcus goes to the village
pub, does he?

Yeah.

It's out of bounds for the school.

But there's a room upstairs
Dad lets them use.

Who's them?

Boys from the school.

Some of the girls too.

How did they get from the
school to the pub?

Dennis Carter takes them
in his old banger.

Don't tell Dad I told you.

He'll kill me.

Winch works at the school, doesn't he?

So we assume he knows all about
the St. Mary's Day race.

Why does he arrange to meet Paul
Starkey and Friar's cops

on the one day he knows it'll be
crawling with people, huh?

He never intended to turn up.

Winch set Paul Starkey up.

Or he didn't send the message
in the first place.

Of course, the CID.

Yeah, he's here.

Anthony Talbot.

My sister, Arabella, is in the
sixth form at Devington, sir.

And she and Daniel were,
well, an item.

An item?

No, no, seeing each other.

Why didn't you mention
this before, Marcus?

Well, it didn't seem important until I heard
that you'd arrested Paul Starkey.

What's Paul Starkey got to do with it?

Well, he was always pestering
Arabella.

Hang around the annex, so on.

I don't know, sort of stalking her.

Marcus, do you know someone
called Dave Winch?

I believe he works in
the school kitchens.

No.

Sorry, why would I know somebody
who works in the kitchens?

What are you driving at, Barnaby?

Do you ever go to the Chalk
and Gown, Marcus?

The Chalk and Gown is strictly
out of bounds, do you?

Mr. Exley-Hyde's just told you, sir, the
Chalk and Gown is out of bounds.

All right, Marcus.

Thank you. Thank you very
much for your help.

Come along, Heywood.

The boy comes in here to help,
and what do you do?

Make a string of vile insinuations.

Making inquiries, Mr. Talbot,
not insinuations.

I hope you're not one
of those chip on the

shoulder types who always takes
the criminal side, Barnaby.

No, I'm one of those let's do
the job properly types.

It was just totally devastating.

I still can't believe it.

Must have been very fond of Daniel.

Yeah, I adored Dan.

He's a sweet boy.

Tell me about Paul Starkey.

Well, he just sort of hung
around, you know.

It was boring.

I mean, he seemed to think I fancied
him, which is just ludicrous.

He's quite a good looking man.

Oh, no way.

He's gross.

Anyway, he's from the village.

So you told him you were going out with
Daniel, and what, was he upset?

Yeah, he was really hacked off.

What did he say?

Um, he didn't actually say anything.

But he was really hacked
off, I could tell.

Well, thank you, Arabella.

You better go along to your class now.

What have you got next?

French.

Totally hopeless at French.

Can I see?

Merci.

Well, it looks fine to me, mind you.

I was never any good at French either.

Where exactly did you and Daniel
go when you went out together?

Uh, you know, just out.

Get rid of the choking gown.

Look, this is not about breaking
school rules, Arabella.

Not interested in that.

I go sometimes with Marcus
in the Pudding Club lot.

And Daniel went as well?

Sometimes, yeah.

There's nothing else to do
around here, is there?

God, I'm late.

I must go.

It's all right, Barnaby.

How are you getting on
with Paul Starkey?

Nothing new, sir.

We're not dealing with a criminal mastermind
here, I'll tell you that.

I'd like you to ask him about Arabella
Haywood, Marcus Haywood's sister.

Ask him what about her, sir?

Whether he knows her and
how well he knows her.

Don't make a big thing of it.

OK, go ahead.

Mr. Mannel.

Oh, it's you.

You're taking a bit of
a risk, aren't you?

Walking on the grass like that.

Not really, no.

Oh, congratulations.

You're a member of the Pudding
Club now, are you?

I was invited to fill the vacancy
left by Daniel Tollett.

I thought you hated the Pudding Club.

God, no.

It's a hell of an honor, actually.

You told me that Daniel wanted
to leave the Pudding Club.

Did I?

I don't remember saying that.

How about the row between Daniel and Marcus
Haywood night before the race?

What row?

Charlie, you told me yourself
there was a fight in the

pudding club room, which Eckersley
Hyde had to break up.

Well, I must have been mistaken.

I wasn't there, was I?

Look, I've got to go.

I'm supervising junior prayer.

Excuse me.

Mr. Ludlow.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning to you.

I wonder, could you do me a favor?

How long have you worked
here, Mr. Dudley?

About 35 years, sir.

I left the village school, did a few years
in the army, and then came here.

You must be very attached
to Dovington.

Yes, sir.

I am.

Particularly as my father was
porter here before me.

Oh, so it runs in the family, does it?

Like the Talbots.

My father was porter when Sir
Walter Talbot was a pupil.

Sir Walter was a great man,
did a lot for the school.

And Anthony Talbot is keeping
up the tradition.

Oh, yes, very much so, sir.

I suppose if anyone knows what goes
on in this school, it'll be you.

I'll do my job, sir, and
leave it to that.

What about the pudding club?

I have the honor of being steward
of the pudding club, sir.

What's that involve?

Not a lot.

I take the puddings up
to the club room,

tidy up afterwards, same
as my father did.

On the night before the
race, was there

a fight in the pudding club room?

Oh, I don't think so, sir.

They make a fair bit of noise, all right,
but it's just high spirits.

It's hard to get people to talk about
the pudding club, isn't it?

It's not much to talk about,
if truth be told.

And you must remember, sir, the whole
school is in mourning at the moment.

Oh, of course.

I wonder, would you mind
seeing if Marcus

Heywood is in his room,
please, Mr. Ludlow?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Heywood?

-Sorry, sir.
-He's not there.

Oh, well, it's not a problem.

I'll speak to him later.

Arabella Hayward certainly did
not write this card, Troy.

Wrong writing.

I don't think she ever went
out with Daniel at all.

Why was she trying to
make out she was?

Dunno.

Trying to incriminate Paul Starkey?

Cover for her brother?

Maybe Marcus Hayward and Charlie
Mennell were in it together.

They both benefited from Daniel's
death, didn't they?

Marcus is captain of the school.

Charlie got into the,
uh, what's it club?

Then we get back to the problem
of the knife, Troy.

Witnesses saw Mennell and Hayward making
their way back toward the school.

Neither of them would
have had the time to

double back and drop the knife
where we found it.

So it can't have been anyone
taking part in the race.

I don't say it could be.

They're all, they're
all accounted for.

Are you hungry?

What?

No, you mentioned it.

Get yourself up to the school.

Drop in on Mrs. Bosworth.

And talk to Dave Winch, would you?

See if he really did leave a message
for Paul Starkey at the pub.

Afternoon, Dennis.

Could I have a word, please?

I'm due back at work.

Oh, this won't take a moment.

Tell me about the pub run.

The what?

When you pick boys up from the school
and take them to the chalk and gown.

Don't know anything about that.

I've got better things to do with my
time, Dennis, than make trouble

for you, but that's exactly what I will
do if you're not straight with me.

All right, all right.

They phoned me from the school.

Who? Who phoned you? Well, nowadays,
it's usually that Marcus Hayward.

I go up behind the school,
wait for him to

climb over the wall, and then
I run up to the chalk.

They go in through the back door.

Did Daniel Talbot ever go
to the chalk and gown?

No, we never took him there.

Where did you take him?

To Dudley Carews.

What was he doing at Carews?

How should I know?

I swore to Daniel I wouldn't
tell a soul.

Thank you, Dennis.

You were right to tell me.

He was the best of that lot,
was Daniel Talbot.

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♪

I thought you'd come here.

I saw you talking to my dad.

Where's Mr. Carew?

In Causton.

There's a meeting of the
Flat Earth Society.

May I come in?

You sent this to Daniel, didn't you?

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

It's a relief to talk about it.

Where did you meet Daniel?

Here.

Everyone in the village thinks
that Dudley's a loony.

But he's a really good
person to talk to.

I used to come here when my mom
and dad were splitting up.

And one evening, Daniel came
round to see Dudley.

That was the first time we met.

What did Daniel want with Mr. Carew?

The dog.

About school, mostly.

How he hated it and wanted to
leave, stuff like that.

Anyway, I came round one evening,
and Daniel was here.

Dudley was in a terrible state.

How do you mean?

It was something Daniel had told it.

Neither of them would say.

That's when he started talking
about running away.

And you were going to
run away with him?

I think that someone was watching him.

And that's why he decided to run
away on St. Mally's Day.

Everyone would be up at the school.

And you were waiting for him
at Causton bus station?

I think you'd better go now, my dear.

Come and see me later.

Will you be all right?

Yes, I'll be fine.

You came alone?

Yes, I came alone.

Mr. Carew,

why was Daniel Talbot planning
to run away?

I told you before, the picture
is incomplete.

Look at the school.

Look at the Pudding Club room.

Do you mean the Pudding
Club scholarship?

Scholarship?

Conspiracy, more likely. Please, Mr.
Carew, no more conspiracy theories.

I'm talking about money.

The acquisition of wealth.

That's the true purpose
of the Pudding Club.

And how is this money acquired?

Diplomats enjoy many privileges.

Immunity, freedom of movement,
diplomatic bag.

Use your imagination.

Never mind wild allegations.

Can you give me some details,
some facts?

Sir Walter's health had
been deteriorating,

and with it, his influence
over the school.

And a struggle for control of the
Pudding Club had been raging.

Archie Bellingham was a victim of that
struggle, as was poor Daniel.

Archie Bellingham is missing.

But Daniel Talbot was murdered.

Yeah.

I know that Daniel was frightened.

I saw him at the start of the race.

The start of the race?

Yes, yes, I was, with friends.

You were at the school for the St.
Mally's Day race with friends?

Well, in that case, how
can I trust you?

How do I know you're not
working for them?

Oh, for God's sake!

The Pudding Club has strong links with
the police force, believe me.

I've said all I'm going to say.

So now you must leave.

Go!

Go!

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I don't know how you can eat.

There's a lot to be done.

One of us has got to be in
a fit state to do it.

Miranda, Anthony, forgive
me for disturbing you.

I didn't realize you were
in the middle of dinner.

It's all right.

I've had just about all I can stomach.

This won't take long.

What's so important, Jonathan?

Leaky roof in the science block?

Graffiti in the junior common room?

Um...

What is it, Jonathan?

The, um, pudding club
meeting last night.

Oh, not that again.

Charles Menel tells me he was elected
to club with you as his proposer.

Yes, that's right.

Are you thinking of putting Menel
up for the scholarship?

No, I'm awarding him the scholarship.

He's sound, and he's got potential.

The Hayward boy is nothing
but a feckless oik.

He isn't up to it.

But you go ahead without
consulting me, Hans.

How many more times do I have to tell

you, will you please stop
calling me that?

And while we're at it, will
you stop wittering on to

all and sundry about how we were
best friends at Devington?

My recollection is that we were
very far from best friends.

I have always been your friend.

The school flourishes, and you flourish
with it because of me.

Frankly, Jonathan, without
my support, I think it

would be hard push to find a
job teaching dogs to bark.

Veritatum Deas Apparit.

Time reveals the truth.

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Morning, Mr. Fulmer.

What can I do for you?

Move your heavy roller for a start.

You've left it slap bang in the
middle of the first 11 page.

I never did.

Go see for yourself.

Damn hooligans.

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♪

Oh, God.

When's he gonna be moved, Sergeant?

There's a first eleven match against
St Delfin's on Saturday.

We've got more important things than
cricket on our minds, Mr Carter.

That's all very well, but
if Ulcaroo's left

any dents, I'll need time
to flatten them out.

Well, you're gonna have to
be patient, aren't you?

He's lying exactly where the
spinballers pitch it to.

Mr Carter, please.

Please!

What happened, sir?

Smothered with a meat
pudding, flattened

by the roller, and bashed
about the head.

Not necessarily in that order.

Think it could be accidental, sir?

It's no time for jokes, Troy.

Sorry.

When do we have to let
Paul Starkey go?

5 o'clock this evening.

Why?

Remember that cleaning fluid
on the steak knife?

Apparently, it's used in
cleaning silverware.

So why use it on a stainless
steel steak knife, eh?

So it could have come
from the murderer.

Exactly.

So if forensics can find a drop
of that same cleaning fluid on

the roller, or on Carew's body, we'll
know it's not Paul Starkey.

Poor old loony Carew.

I wonder how many all mourn him.

Mourn him?

The whole school's in mourning.

Troy, we are going to Friar's Copse.

Well, something Ludlow
said to me yesterday.

The whole school's in mourning.

And I knew what was bothering me about
the St. Mallory's Day race.

What's that, sir?

All the boys who took part were wearing
black armbands, weren't they?

In memory of Sir Walter Todd?

OK, they were all wearing
black armbands, but.

At least they were when they set off.

Let's go, Dodgers!

And I remembered, Daniel
wasn't wearing his

black armband when he got
back to the school.

So what happened to it probably
came off in a struggle, sir.

Exactly, which means it's probably
still somewhere in the

wood, which means we have been
looking in the wrong place.

Now, this is where Charlie
Mennell caught Daniel.

And then Charlie Mantle
was tackled by Marcus.

Daniel gets the ball back.

And we've been assuming,
haven't we, that Daniel

carried on along this path
here back to the school.

Well, he did, didn't he?

He was trying to get away, Troy,
not go back to the school.

What if, what if he took a diversion?

By the time Daniel got
to here, he'd be

out of sight of the others,
wouldn't he?

There's a track through here, sir.

For a princess, huh?

Yes.

Hey, hey, hey!

Black armband.

We'll get him somewhere at last, Troy.

Well, sir, sounds of a struggle here.

Yes, this is where Daniel
was attacked.

What did he come here for?

See?

I think he'd hidden his
hold all here, he

came back for it, but someone
was waiting for him.

So what did they do with the holdup?

Well, whoever stabbed
him took it back to

his room while everyone was
in the main corner.

There was fresh mud and
tree bark on it.

And he didn't have time to unpack
it properly, either.

Because his two-faced and his
razor were still in it.

It's ironic, isn't it?

Daniel gets wounded, but he manages
to escape from his attacker.

But what can he do?

The only way he can get
help is to go back

to the place he was trying
to escape from.

Welcome like a hero.

Come.

Excuse me, Headmaster.

The police are about to remove Mr.
Carew from the cricket pitch.

Thank you, Ludlow.

A troubled end to a troubled life.

He was not the happiest of men, sir.

Still, mores omnia solvit.

Death resolves everything.

Marcus Heywood, Charlie Mennell.

They've been giving us the run around since
the very beginning, haven't they?

Sir?

Oh, thank you.

Forensic report.

Traces of cleaning fluid on the
roller and Carew's clothing.

You can release Paul Starkey, then.

Yes, sir.

Oh, by the way, I know where Charlie

Mennell and Marcus Heywood
will be tonight.

Quiet, please.

Quiet, please.

Quiet.

Right.

Well, we're here today to celebrate Charlie's
admission to the Pudding Club.

Yay!

And there was a time when I thought that
Charlie wouldn't come up to scratch.

But I'm pleased to say that he seems
to have come to good in the end.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Well, try
and sound as if you mean it, have you?

To Charlie!

To Charlie!

Oh

Glad you've seen sense about
the young Paul, Inspector.

Evening, Mr. Ludlow.

Backwards now!

Oh, God, Father Ethan,

where's your majesty?

Private party.

Locals?

That's right, yeah.

Someone's birthday, I think.

Why aren't you singing?

Cos I don't feel like it at all.

Oh, come on, Marcus, don't
be a bad loser.

Sorry, what have I lost?

You know.

I'm afraid I don't.

Now that Daniel's gone, I'm the one.

Charlie, you're so totally the one.

You thought you'd get the scholarship,
but I'm afraid it's gonna be me now.

Anthony Talbot's as good as told.

Well, you're wrong, Charlie.

I'm gonna take your hands
off my sister.

Actually, I'd rather think she's
got her hands on me.

Sorry, folks. I shall
go and have a word.

Don't worry, Mr. Starkey.

We will attend to it.

That's enough!

Mr. Starkey, will you ask Dennis
Carter to take these

ladies and gentlemen back to
where they belong, please?

Right away.

Out!

Quick as you can.

-No, no.
-Straight out!

-Come on.
-You heard him.

Right.

You two have got a choice.

Either you start telling me the truth,
or I will throw the book at you.

Keep it going, guys.

-Out.
-But my parents would kill me.

They would too.

Right.

I'll be up at the school first
thing tomorrow morning.

And I want your cooperation, please.

Or I'll charge you both.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

♪

Here we go boys, come on, keep up now,
keep up, keep up, that's it.

Oh

Oh

come on boys quickly now I want to
see you swimming not splashing

Oh, no!

Thank you.

God.

♪

♪

♪

♪

Come.

What news, Ludlow?

The police have confirmed that it's
Mr. Bellingham's body, headmaster.

And the boys?

Somewhat shaken, but Mrs. Bosworth is
preparing them a special breakfast.

Do you wish to inspect Mr.
Bellingham's body, sir?

No, I do not, Ludlow.

I suppose I'd better phone Anthony
and break the news.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Talbot will be most upset
about Mr. Bellingham.

Indeed, he will, Ludlow.

I'm afraid there's more
bad news, Headmaster.

Marcus Heywood has disappeared.

Oh, no.

What are we to do, Ludlow?

You'll get us through, Headmaster.

Will I, Ludlow?

Yes, sir.

I'm sure of it.

You're up to it, sir.

Look.

Pudding Club cufflinks.

So that's the missing diplomat, is it?

-Yeah.
-Must have been dead over a week.

Look, he's taken a massive blow to the
head, similar to Dudley Carew.

Oh.

You all right, Troy?

Uh, yeah.

I've just been talking
to Charlie Mennell.

Apparently, Marcus Hayward's
gone missing.

Think I know where to start
looking for young Marcus.

Where's Marcus, Arabella?

How should I know?

That story you told me, about you
and Daniel Talbot being an item.

That was a lie, wasn't it?

Marcus made me say it.

Why?

Well, Marcus said that Daniel was going
out with a girl in the village.

He said that if it came out, it'd look
really bad for the Pudding Club.

So he told me to say that I
was going out with Daniel.

And Paul Starkey wasn't
pestering you, was he?

You were pestering him.

We all thought Paul Starkey
killed Daniel.

We were trying to help.

Lying to the police during a murder investigation,
that's serious, Arabella.

Marcus said it might help
him get the scholarship.

Where is he?

In my room.

The headmaster told me he was going to

put me up for the Pudding
Club scholarship.

But that Daniel was up for one as well,
which I thought was really unfair.

Why?

Well, because it's Sir Walter who decides
and he's Daniel's grandfather.

Obviously, I didn't stand a chance.

Anyway, Daniel started
behaving all weird.

He talked about leaving the Pudding Club,
about leaving the school, so on.

Oh, and there were these rumours that
he was seeing a village girl.

So I told the headmaster.

And what did he say?

He said that I'd done the right thing.

He said that he would speak
to Daniel's father

and that they would sort it
out between themselves.

He said that I'd done myself
a lot of good.

Tell me about the day of the race.

The headmaster told the Pudding Club
to make sure Daniel won the race.

But that idiot, Charlie
Mell, caught the ball.

I managed to get a hold of him.

So I lobbed the ball to Daniel, but
the sad bastard wouldn't run.

And thank God, he came to his
senses and he took off.

Now, I had to try and keep up with Daniel
and make sure nobody caught him.

But I was completely knackered.

By the time we got to Fry's Cops,
Charlie Mennel was ahead of me.

So I just about managed to
keep them both in sight.

Then Charlie caught Daniel.

So I gave Charlie a slap or two and sat
on him until Daniel was out of sight.

What did you do then?

I left the path, looking for a quiet
place to have a cigarette.

Then I heard someone coming through
the woods in my direction.

Wasn't time to run, so I waited.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

Mr. Heywood, I'd appreciate
it if you didn't

mention seeing me in the cops
this afternoon to anyone.

And I'll say nothing about
the cigarettes.

All right, Ludlow?

It was bizarre.

He was wearing these white gloves that

he uses to polish the
pudding club spoons.

Anything else?

Oh, wait a minute.

He was carrying some sort of bag.

But what I couldn't work out was how
Ludlow got to Fry's Cop so quickly.

But he was in the Porter's Lodge
at the start of the race.

You know, it's a physical
impossibility.

Did you actually see him at the lodge?

No.

Nobody must have been there,
because he starts the race.

He's the one that rings the bell.

You know, it's sort of his big moment.

Why didn't you tell us this before?

I'd like him to see me that
night in my room.

He told me that Paul Starkey
had killed Daniel,

and that I shouldn't try
to complicate matters.

Just wanted to refresh your memory, Mr. Heywood,
about the need for discretion.

Well, there's nothing wrong
with my memory, Adler.

I sincerely hope not, Mr. Heywood.

He said that Anthony Talbot
will be very pleased.

So I thought, great, putting club
scholarship in the bag.

And then Anthony Talbot tells Charlie
Mennel he's getting it.

After all I'd done, it should
have been me, shouldn't it?

I was so totally up for it.

It's perfect

Why did Daniel change his mind
and pick up the ball, sir?

And what he really wanted
was to be last, so

he could leave the race
without being noticed.

The putting club ruined that.

The only other option was
to be in the lead.

Exactly.

Build up a big lead, make
sure he wasn't being

watched, get away from the path,
pick up the bag, change.

The idea was to cut across country to the
main road, get the bus to Causton.

But Ludlow was waiting for him.

But then old Eckersley Watsit,
the headmaster, saw

Ludlow in the Porter's Lodge
just before the race.

He was lying.

Look at the school.

That's what Dudley Carew said.

Looks like the old fellow was right.

Mr. Ludlow?

♪

♪

So I look this

Automatic timer.

Looks brand new.

He could have linked that
to the electric bell.

And the school clock.

Didn't you say Exley Hyde waited
for it to strike three?

Yeah.

And there was a slight delay, wasn't
there, before the bell went off?

Let go of the bell!

The barrel of it!

I was remembering something else.

Carew said to me.

Look at the school.

Look at the Pudding Club room.

There's no switch here.

Sir?

The stuff for polishing silver.

And one of Ludlow's gloves.

Sir.

See you in the club.

Under the paneling.

So it must be her.

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♪

♪

I suppose there's no point
in me telling you that

the Pudding Club room is out
of bounds to non-members.

None whatsoever.

Ah.

I'm afraid Ludlow has been
under pressure of late.

Mistakes are creeping in.

Look at this lot.

Yes, Sergeant.

Look at this lot indeed.

Golds from South America, bronzes
from Africa, ivories from

Afghanistan, all stolen by Pudding Club
members in the diplomatic service.

Uh-huh.

I hear the paranoid tones
of Dudley Carew.

Yeah, he was right, though, wasn't he?

He was wrong in one important respect.

This is not for our personal
enrichment.

It is for the school and
the Pudding Club.

Oh, charitable works.

Sir Walter was a visionary.

Under his leadership, the
club became an elite

within an elite, the creme
de la creme, dedicated

to furthering the aims and ideals
of Devington School.

What ideals are those?

Honor, service, patriotism,
old-fashioned

values like that.

It's still theft, Mr. Exley Hyde.

Whatever you do with it.

What about Antony Talbot?

Well, I'm afraid he didn't share
Sir Walter's high ideals.

He saw the Pudding Club
as nothing more

than a means of making
money for himself.

And Daniel was caught up in the
middle of all this, was he?

Yes.

Daniel was a sensitive
and intelligent boy.

But his father bullied
him mercilessly.

As a result, Daniel turned against the
school and everything it stood for.

I thought perhaps I might succeed
where his father had failed.

I decided to reveal to Daniel the true
heart and soul of Devington School.

I don't understand.

All this belongs to the Pudding Club.

It belongs to the school.

It belongs to all of us.

See this?

It was once a museum in Kabul.

The museum was ransacked and
burned to the ground.

Thanks to the Pudding Club, this
piece is safe here with us.

You mean it's stolen?

Saved.

All of this saved.

And then sold?

To provide scholarships and books and
computers and playing fields.

My grandfather started this.

You can continue the
tradition, Daniel.

Trust me.

No.

For the sake of the school.

I don't want anything to do with it.

I failed.

Daniel confided in Dudley
Carew of all people.

In the end, sad to say, Daniel
just wasn't up to it.

So he decided to run away.

Yes.

The day before the race, he packed
a bag and hid it in France Cots.

Ludlow followed him and then came
and asked me what to do.

What did you say, sir?

I told him to do his duty as steward
of the Pudding Club.

Which is?

Tidying up.

Archie Bellingham.

You see this?

Years of planning went
into acquiring this.

Then Antony and Bellingham decided
that they should have it.

Bellingham was a petty thief,
a second-rater,

typical of the sort Antony was
bringing into the club.

Not up to it.

Where is Mr. Ludlow now, sir?

doing his duty.

Tidying up.

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I've come to see Mr Talbot.

Ludlow, what on earth
are you doing here?

Pudding club business, Mr Talbot.

Not now, Ludlow.

I'm busy. Sir Walter's door was always
open for me, day and night.

Well, mine isn't.

Please leave.

I'm afraid this can't wait.

My God.

You've been very remiss, Mr. Talbot.

It was you.

Very remiss indeed.

I'm calling the police.

For God's sakes, man!

Try and get a grip of yourself!

Ludlow, man, for God's sakes,
what's the matter with you?

Well, look, Ludlow, there must be some
sort of arrangement we can come to.

For goodness' sakes, man!

Look, look, I'm sure we can come
to some sort of arrangement.

But really, there really is no
need to behave like this.

I don't care.

I beg you, please don't hurt me.

Miranda, Miranda, call the police.

As I thought, Mr. Talbot,

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not up to me.

Ah!

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Don't go.

You're Daniel's friend, aren't you?

Yes.

Well, I'm pleased to meet you at last.

What's your name?

Delia.

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I'd better go.

You don't have to.

Stay for a bit.

All right

Charlie Mennell was right.

What about, sir?

At the pudding club.

He said they were like kids in a gang.

In the end, it wasn't about money.

It was about who was in, who was out,

who was the leader, who was top dog.

School.

Supposed to be the happiest days
of your life, aren't they, sir?

That's what they say, Troy.

I never did get that.

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