All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S13E06 - The Noble Art

- [Announcer] What a terrific fight

this is showing up to be.

Madison Square Garden in New York

is absolutely packed for this one.

What a story it could be if John Kinsella,

from Midsomer Morchard,

were to win this world
middleweight title fight.

Can he somehow find a
way to get the better

of the Argentinean Garcia Latosa,

defending his title for the fifth time?

Kinsella in the blue shorts, remember.

He is still right in this fight.

(crowd shouting)
- Come on!

- [Announcer] All those
weeks of preparation.

Good left hand from
Kinsella in there again.

Latosa keeps on marching forward.

This ticked-up Argentinean is so strong.

- Oh, no, no, no, no.
- Good body shots.

Kinsella will be feeling those,

every one of them that
pounds into his midriff.

But Kinsella still looking fresh.

- Yes.

- [Announcer] The Argentinean
with the left hand lead.

(bell rings)

There's the bell to end the eighth round.

The referee has to split them.

(crowd murmuring)
- Can I top you up?

- Thank goodness for that.

I could do with a breather myself.

- It's the excitement.

- It's the sleep deprivation.

- Yes, I didn't realise they'd be fighting

at four in the morning.

- They're not.

They're five hours behind us.

- And I thought it'd be outside.

- Why?

- Well, aren't they in
some sort of garden?

- Oh, Madison Square Garden.

- So I'm right.
- It's a world famous

sporting arena, not bloody Kew.

My wife's not known for her intellect.

- Whereas my son is
renowned for his charm.

Ignore him.

- [Announcer] Let's hear now
from Teddy Molloy, his trainer.

Let's see what he's
saying to John Kinsella.

- Keep him safe, Teddy.

Keep him safe.

- [Teddy] Now, you did
it in the gym, John.

Right uppercut.

- [Announcer] You did it in the gym.

You heard the instructions
from Teddy Malloy.

- Box behind him.
- He's been told

to try and work behind
that left hand lead.

- I'm not much of a boxing fan.

- You're not alone there.

- Not by a long shot.

I'm surprised that Grace Bishop
hasn't got more of a stomach

for this kind of thing.

- [Announcer] Frank Bishop,

Kinsella's promoter and
manager at ringside.

Don King's there as well.

I wonder if he'll want a
piece of young John Kinsella

if he can come through this.

Into the ninth round of this 12-rounder

for the world middleweight title.

Latosa is a big betting
favourite for this one.

Good body shots.

Kinsella really teeing
off with that left hand.

Precisely what Teddy Malloy said.

- Come on, John.
- Keep the pressure on

here in this ninth round.

Good left hand again.

Rattling that jab into the face of Latosa.

Good shot!

Left hook.

And Kinsella has put Latosa down.

- Yeah.

- [Announcer] Working
off that right hand lead.

And a left hook has put
Latosa on the canvas.

The gumshield is out.

I don't think this fight's--

- Not coming back from that.

- Dead to the world.
- He's going to win the title.

The referee's going to stop it.

It's all over.
(bell ringing)

John Kinsella, from Midsomer
Morchard from the UK.

(cheering)

- Yes!
- Yes!

- [Announcer] And the celebrations begin.

What a performance.

John Kinsella,

taken in as a young boy, as
an orphan, by Frank Bishop

who's there in the ring with him now,

sharing the moment of glory,

is now champion of the world.

What a story here tonight.

Midway through the ninth round--

(chattering drowns out speech)

- Ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please raise your glasses

to the champion of Midsomer Morchard.

Now champion of the world.

John Kinsella.

(crowd cheering)

- [Group] Kinsella, Kinsella!

(mysterious instrumental music)

- I still can't believe
that you've taken time off

to go to a garden party.

- It's not just a garden party, Joyce.

A very grand occasion.

- You never were much
of a boxing fan before.

- Well, in Midsomer
Morchard, at this moment,

it is hard not to be.

- [Joyce] That's where
the statue of Tom Sayers

is going to stand.

- See what I mean?

- [Man] Tom, Joyce.

Good of you to come.

- Looks like we're the last to arrive.

- No, I'm afraid not.

The man of the moment has
been stranded in New York.

- John Kinsella?

- Yes, his flight's been delayed.

A security alert.

Or, as Frank Bishop said, typical Yanks.

One glimpse of a burka
and everyone freaks out.

- Nothing too serious though?

- No, no, no, they should
be back later tonight.

But there's no reason why
we can't toast the champion

in his absence.

Can I get you a glass
of something sparkly?

(aeroplane whirs)

- [Announcer] All flights
from Newark are being delayed.

We apologise for any inconvenience.

- You useless piece of--
- You're going to have

to go somewhere else if
you want to get a signal.

- Thank you.

- What, with the general
press waiting to pounce?

Bloody animals.

- Since when have you
shied away from publicity?

- This is a top of the range phone.

- Just goes to show.

- Show what?

- Money can't buy you everything.

- Don't get too clever, John.

You'll only embarrass yourself.

And don't think I can't
see you smirking, Malloy.

- You shouldn't wind him up.

- I'll be all right as long
as I'm worth money to him.

- You won't always be world champion.

- When that day comes and
he's wrung me for every penny,

he'll drop me like a stone.

- Just like every other
fighter he's managed.

- So what are you going
to do about it, Teddy?

- Grace is working on it.

Let's just hope she's had some luck.

(mysterious instrumental music)

- Sorry for squeezing your hand like that.

During the fight the other night.

You must think I'm awful.

- How perceptive.

- Is that a smile?

Or just your lips sliding off your teeth?

- Gerald is very strongly identified

with Midsomer Morchard, isn't he?

- He's the lord of the manor.

- Not quite.

- He lives in the manor house.

- He's the current occupant.

- And it is very kind of him, is it not,

to open up the place for the celebration?

- He's a sporting man with
a strong sense of occasion.

- And you, are you a boxing fan?

- Not really.

But I did have an interest in this fight.

- Because of the local interest?

- Oh, yes.
- And your wife?

- Iris?

She's not my wife.

She's my assistant.

- You're not working
this afternoon, are you?

- No.

Iris just likes to keep
an eye on me, you know.

Excuse me.

- See you again soon.
- Yes, you take care.

- Bye.
- Oh, I feel for that Giles.

Having her around him all the time

must be like working with a stalker.

- Don't let her get to you.
- Snooty cow.

Fur coat and no knickers.

I bet she doesn't even have the fur coat.

- (laughing) Holding Iris Holman's hands.

I wish I'd seen that.

- I was in pieces till
that fight was over.

- Grace, you are married
to a boxing promoter.

How many contests have you seen?

- I've lost count.

Anyway, it's different when
you're watching one of your own.

- Libby.

Tom, Joyce, Libby Morris,
sculptor extraordinaire.

- Oh, you're making the
statue of Tom Sayers.

- I certainly am.

- That must be a bit hard, mustn't it?

Trying to make the likeness of
a man who died 150 years ago.

- It is.

But fortunately, there's
some photographs of him.

- And you had a live
fighter to pose for you.

- John Kinsella.

Before he went off to the States.

Gerald here thinks I developed
a bit of a crush on him.

- Mm.
- Is it finished?

The statue.

- Very nearly.

Why don't you drop by when you're passing?

I'd value your opinion.

- Yes, you ought to.

In fact, I'll be there tomorrow.

- She did fancy my John.

But then, they all do.

- Grace is very protective
about young Mr. Kinsella.

She treats him like a son.

In fact, he lives with her and Frank.

- Might have been better for everyone

if they'd left him in the gutter.

- Which is obviously where
you've left your manners.

I do apologise.

Can I have a chat with you?

- Hooray.

I finally have your attention.

(lively instrumental music)

- Ah, Gerald.
- Hello.

It was so good of you to come.

- See you later.
- See you.

- Have you no idea how to behave?

- Look who I've had as a role model.

- How dare you say that.

I would never be so crass
to guests in my own house.

- How about somebody else's house?

- Don't be facetious.
- I'm being entirely serious.

And you know it.

Oh, everyone loves Gerald Farquaharson.

So charming.

A proper gentleman.

Not like that son of his.

Well, I might be crass.

But it's your louche behaviour

which has brought us to losing this house

and the entire estate.

So what are you going to do about it?

- You must be the only
shopfront in Causton

without a message of
congratulations for John Kinsella.

- I'm doing my bit for Kinsella.

- Really.
- Really.

Every time some part-time
punter like you comes in,

they collect the winnings from his fight.

- Come on.

Win some, lose some.

- That's not how this business works.

Don't suppose you'd like
to reinvest any of this?

- Nope.
- Didn't think so.

- My family thinks gambling

is like giving money to the devil.

No offence.
- None taken.

- Can you believe they'd be upset

if they knew I was in here?

- Hm, not nearly as much as I am.

- [Ben] Thank you.

- Yep.

(lively instrumental music)

- Oh, good idea.

Strong and black, please.
- Certainly, madam.

There you are.
- Thank, you.

- [Waitress] You're welcome.

(Camilla coughing)
- Oh!

Are you all right?

- I feel a bit sick.

Coffee doesn't usually
affect me like this.

- Shall I get Sebastian?

- No.

I'm fine, really.

(lively orchestral music)

- For god's sake, Iris.

I'm driving, have a proper drink.

Might loosen you up a bit.

- To do what?

- Enjoy yourself?

- Fine.

I'll get blotto and lead
everyone in the hokey-cokey.

- Now that would be worth staying for.

- But you're not, are you?

Staying.

- I'll get the coats.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- I'm so proud of him.

Are you sure he's not hurt?

Are you all right?

I worry about you two.

I miss you when you're gone.

Husband.

More privacy in here.

Are you still there?

So when are you back?

No, no, no, I'll be up.

(glass clinking)

- Tom.

You're not leaving, are you?

It's just getting lively out there.

- Indeed it is.

Time for a good copper to be leaving.

- Quick brandy?

- Oh, would I could.

I'm driving.

- Keep me company while I have one?

- All right.

- Good man.

Sure I can't tempt you to a small one?

- Oh, get thee behind me, Satan.

- Well, it's here if you change your mind.

- Oh, look.

Knuckledusters.

- Certainly are.

As used by some of the more
unscrupulous prize-fighters

of the 19th century.

Hello.

One of them is missing.

- Oh.

Is this case locked?

- Used to be, while I was still married.

Wouldn't want the ex-wife
getting hold of one of those.

She was effective enough
with her bare hands. (laughs)

Oh, that is annoying.

Now, who would want to
steal something like that?

It's not as if it has any real value,

even to a collector like myself.

(lively instrumental music)

- I've been looking everywhere for you.

- Not now, Sebastian.

We're just leaving.
- I don't think so.

- Ronnie, glad to see you've still got

a shirt on your back. (chuckles)

- Yeah.

- Local bookmaker.

Good sport, actually turning up

because he took a hell of a
pounding on the Kinsella win.

- [Tom] Did you collect
your winnings from him?

- No, I had a substantial wager elsewhere.

- On your way home, Iris?

- We were.

Until your son demanded a
meeting with Mr. Braithwaite.

- What, now?

I'll go find them.
- No, please,

don't disturb him.

- You'll be waiting for ages.

Why don't you get yourself home?

Shall I get you a taxi?

- Oh, no, don't do that.

We'll give you a lift home.

Gerald.

- It's a straightforward question, Giles.

Can I get power of attorney?

- What grounds do you have

to justify taking the estate
away from your father?

- Incompetence.

He's sending us to rack and ruin.

- I've a suspicion that
Camilla may be pregnant.

- On what evidence?

- Coffee.

The smell makes her feel nauseous.

- Is that reliable medical proof?

- Ask any woman.

She'll make a lovely mum.

Not so sure about Sebastian
as a father, though.

He is such a joyless individual.

- Well, he certainly hasn't
got his father's good nature,

that is true.

- Oh, do you know his father?

- Yes, Gerald, of course.

- Then you have the
advantage over Sebastian.

He has no idea who his
biological father is.

It certainly isn't Gerald Farquaharson.

(birds chirping)

- Iris Holman.

She's a strange lady.

- She's not easy.

- And Giles Braithwaite,
he's just her boss, isn't he?

So why did she come on as
though he were two-timing her?

(Joyce scoffs)

What have I said?

- Iris Holman is in love
with Giles Braithwaite.

- How do you know that?

- You'd have to be blind not to see it.

Or a man.

Come on.

Come on, we're late.

- Yes, yes.

(keyboard clicking)

- Morning, ladies.

The nerve centre buzzing
with activity, is it?

- Not exactly.

- Is there a problem?

- Camilla thinks I'm taking on too much.

- Grace is already helping with publicity

and the hiring of costumes.

But on top of that,

she's insisting on handling
the charity donations

on her own.

- Can you think of anyone better

to deal with my husband's
tight-fistedness?

- Oh, now this whole
event was Frank's idea.

- That might be.

But I'm telling you,
it's gonna take an expert

to get him to part with
the money we raise.

- Call from New York.

Frank Bishop.

- Mr. Bishop, you must be very happy

with the way things have worked out.

- Which is why we need to
meet as soon as I get back.

- [Giles] Call round as
soon as it suits you.

- Oh, I intend to.

We've finally got a flight.

The plane gets in at midnight.

I should be with you about
two o'clock in the morning.

- In the morning?

- Hardly worth you going to bed really.

I'll see you at the office.

Make sure you're there.

- 2 a.m, I'll be here.

- Morning, Joyce.
- Morning.

- Grace and Camilla are already here.

- See, I told you we were late.

- Oh, dear.

Have I dropped you in
it with the memsahib?

- Yes, you have.

You naughty JP, you.
- Glad to hear it.

Have you got five minutes?

- Yes, I have.
- Come with me.

- [Joyce] So, what do you think?

Magnificent brutes, aren't they?

- Joyce.

Yeah, you're right, though.

That'd definitely persuade
me to go to the fight.

- Oh, no.

No, it wouldn't.

They didn't have posters in 1860.

All the arrangements had to be hush-hush

in case the police found
out and stopped it.

- That was 150 years ago.

This time 'round, we need
all the publicity we can get.

- I was only trying to show
that I'd done my research.

- Hey, you don't have to
justify yourself to me.

I'm not that husband of yours.

- We're very happy to have you in charge.

- Definitely.

And just to prove it,
I'm gonna leave early.

Sorry, girls, other business
that just won't wait.

- It's very pretty.

It's more like the setting

for a village fete than
a bare-knuckle fight.

- Not any bare-knuckle fight.

The very first world championship fight.

Great Britain versus one
of her upstart colonies.

- [Tom] Ah, that would explain
the surrounding razzamatazz.

- Well, that's just

because we've got to raise
a bit of money for charity.

There'd have been none of this

when Sayers fought Heenan back in 1860.

- Mm, why not?

- Prize-fighting was illegal.

The venue was kept secret
till the last possible minute.

- But everyone knew a fight
was going to take place.

- Oh, absolutely.

Queen Victoria herself
took a very keen interest.

- Was she in the crowd?

- No.

But Dickens and Thackeray were.

Along with several members
of the aristocracy.

- Any of your ancestors there?

- Of course.

That's where the fight was staged.

- In this very field?
- Right in our backyard.

- Oh, I'll do that.

- It's not heavy.

- Even so, you shouldn't
be lifting things.

- (chuckles) Do I look that frail?

- No, but when you're pregnant, you--

- What made you say that?

- Coffee.

The smell of it always made me feel sick

when I was carrying Cully.

- I could tell that you knew.

- Congratulations.

You don't seem very happy about it.

- Oh, I am.

But it's Sebastian.

- So it was unplanned.
- Oh, yes.

- [Joyce] He'll come 'round.

Just give him some time to accept it.

- I don't think there is that much time.

- You know, Tom, standing here,

I almost feel as if I
was born out of my time.

And I belong back at
that Sayers-Heenan fight

with all the other idlers who
called themselves nobility.

- Oh, come on.

You're being a bit hard on yourself there.

- I don't think so.

The aristocracy were never
the backbone of this country.

The devil of it is is that I am not idle.

Just never really seen
the point in most things.

- What, nothing at all?

- No.

Of course, I was steered
along the usual route.

Eton, Oxford.

But I spent more time studying
the turf than I did my books.

- Ever the athlete, eh?

- Afraid so.

And I'm a lousy gambler.

The thrill of the chase
appeals more than the winning.

- (chuckles) The bookies must love you.

- They send me valentines.

No, seriously, what do I do

that could be remotely regarded as useful?

- You're a damn good JP, for a start.

- Oh, bless you for saying that.

Oh, I almost feel good about myself now.

(Tom laughing)

(phone ringing)

- Mrs. Bishop?

Why didn't you call me
on the office phone?

- That's too public.

I need to speak to you urgently.

- I don't have anything till tomorrow.

- That won't do.

Frank will be back from America by then.

Come to the house this afternoon.

- [Giles] Sounds as though it can't wait.

- No, it can't.

Believe me, this is
something Frank Bishop's

had coming to him for a long time.

- [Ben] Why are we here?

- We are here, Jones, to
look at a work of art.

(hammer pounding)

Mr. Ken Tuohy?

Looking for Libby Morris.

That way?

Thank you.

- Ah, Tom.

Ken told you where to find us, did he?

- Not in so many words.

- That's Ken.

Expresses himself through his hands.

As does his fiancee.

- Oh, you came.

What do you think?

- I think that's very impressive.

- Tom Sayers, in all his glory.

- I wish.

It's only just back from the foundry.

Needs a bit of work

before it's ready for the village square.

- Libby's up against the
clock to get this ready

in time for the reconstruction
of the Sayers-Heenan fight.

- What's that in his left hand?

- That is the charter
granting him the freedom

of Midsomer Morchard.

- I've never heard of that.

- That's because it didn't happen.

But we must allow the artist
a certain amount of licence.

- More like the artist
working to a commission.

The charter was Frank Bishop's idea.

- And he who pays the piper.

- Frank Bishop paid for this?

- As a tribute to Sayers'
links to the area.

- Frank Bishop?

I thought he was surgically
attached to his money.

- Oh, I know folk regard
him as a Johnny come lately

and a bit rough round the
edges, but he's a sporting man.

And that must count in his favour.

What about you, Sergeant,
are you a sporting man?

- I did a bit of boxing actually.

Back in Wales, at a local club.

- Oh, good man.

The noble art, eh?

Well, I'm not quite old
enough to remember this chap,

but it's been many, many years

since I won a boxing blue at Oxford.

- Wow.

Fighting days well behind you though, eh?

- Afraid so.

But there's one thing we will always have.

- What's that?

- We may be creaking with ring-rust,

but the last thing to go
on any boxer is his punch.

- Ah.

(laughing)

(gentle instrumental music)

- No, no, leave the lights off.

I've got someone coming 'round later.

If he finds you in here,

it will just set tongues
wagging all round the village.

- Okay.

(door thuds)

- Mr. Braithwaite is out of the office.

Can I help?

- No.

It was him we came to see.

- Do you have an appointment?

- We were rather hoping
that he would see us

on the off-chance.

Will he be long?
- I really can't say.

Are you sure there's nothing I can do?

- How well do you know
the law, Miss Holman?

Appalling woman.

Why does Giles put up with her?

- Because she runs the
office like clockwork is why.

- Well, she gives me the creeps,

wanting to know my business.

We came to see a solicitor,
not his assistant.

- Well, she's a little
self-important, but don't worry.

Giles is a professional.

Anything you tell him, he
will take to the grave.

- I'm sorry for dragging you out here.

It's just I didn't want
word getting 'round

that I'd been to your office.

- You make it sound

as though the place is
under constant surveillance.

- It's a small village.

Besides, there's that assistant of yours.

- Now you're being paranoid.

(punches thudding)

Is someone punching the bag in there?

- No.

- I'm sure I heard somebody moving around.

- Now who's imagining things? (giggles)

Thanks for seeing me
before Frank gets back.

- It's as well I did.

He's calling by my office on
his way back from the airport.

- But that will be the
early hours of the morning?

- Certainly will.

- Must be important if it
can't wait till tomorrow.

- It is.

Very.

And that's all I'm saying.

Client confidentiality works both ways.

- [Photographer] Johnny,
give us a smile, champ.

- Johnny.
- Get out of the way, please.

Give us a break.
- Johnny.

- He's had a world title fight.

It's starting now.

You'll get used to this, son.

You're big-time now.

- Big time?

I'm still lugging my own bag.

Where's the limo, Frank?

- Don't be silly.

Limos cost money.

- They do, Teddy.

And we'll leave it at that, eh?

- First port of call, nice hot bath.

Then bed.

- First port of call, bed.

Although we might soak one another down

in the bath afterwards.

- Don't you ever think of anything else?

- You've had me living like a monk

in the build-up to that fight.

Thinking about it is all
I've been able to do.

Training's over.

She's waited long enough.

- She might have to wait a bit longer

because the first port
of call is Braithwaite's.

- What, the solicitor's?

- At this time in the morning?

- I got business that can't wait.

(gentle instrumental music)

(playful instrumental music)

- Don't wait up for me.

- Why do you keep pushing your luck?

There comes a time when someone
will put you on your back.

- In about five minutes
from now with any luck.

- And I won't be there to pick you up.

(gentle instrumental music)

(door knocking)

- Come in.

(cat snarling)
- Whoa, oh!

Bloody cat.

I just trod on him.

(woman laughing)

Don't laugh.

Shh, no, seriously.

Don't.

I think there's someone downstairs.

I think there's someone downstairs.

(door creaking)
Get up.

No stalling.

(lively instrumental music)

(cat meowing)

- Here you are.

I don't know how long I'm
going to be with Braithwaite.

- [Teddy] What are you telling me for?

- Because you're the one
out here waiting for me.

- Forget that.

I'm your trainer, not your chauffeur.

Get Braithwaite to give you a lift home.

- Don't get lairy, Teddy.

I might stand a bit of lip from John.

Because he's still useful to me.

You, I keep on out of pity.

(door knocking)

- Who's there?

What's happened?

- I nearly got caught trying

to take something that wasn't mine.

- Champion of the world

and arriving back like
a thief in the night.

Did anyone see you?

- I don't think so.

- All the same, you
need to watch your back.

- No, I don't.

You always do that for me.

(sombre instrumental music)

(birds chirping)

- Looks like he suffocated.

- It's strange, isn't it, George?

The whole place has
been turned upside down

and he looks so tranquil.

Almost composed.

Any defensive wounds, any
signs of a struggle at all?

- None.

But look at this.

He's been struck with something heavy.

- So he could have been
unconscious before he was killed.

- Possibly.
- Sir.

Your friend has arrived.

- Oh, would you look at that.

- Tom, awful business.

I came as soon as I heard.

- And how did you hear?

- Bush telegraph.

Place like this, word
gets round like wildfire.

You know where to find me if you need me.

- Mr. Bishop, tell me,
please, what was so urgent

about your meeting with
Braithwaite last night

it couldn't wait until later in the day?

- I like to get things
done, Chief Inspector.

- And Miss Holman?

- [Frank] She was at any
meeting I had with him.

- Did she need to be there?

- Not really.

Stay where you are.

Anything?

- She's a hard one.

I need more time with her.

- This time, I think a more
robust approach is required.

Miss Holman, what were
you doing here last night?

- Mr. Braithwaite always insisted

that I attend every important meeting.

- What was the meeting about?

- How would I know?

It never took place.

- Mr. Braithwaite was dead
by the time you got here?

- Of course he was.

I didn't murder him.

- Why didn't you contact the police?

- Do you think I was in
any state to do that?

- Miss Holman, would you get me

Mr. Braithwaite's
appointments diary, please?

When you've had your moment.

(gentle instrumental music)

Mr. Bishop.

Mr. Bishop, how upset was Miss Holman

when you met up with her last night?

- Practically hysterical.

- Mr. Malloy.

Is that true?

What he just said about Miss Holman?

- I was sat in the car.

It was a good while before
Frank called me inside.

- How come?

- Well, he talked to
her for a few minutes.

I could see them through the window.

- Was he just talking to
her or comforting her?

- How can I tell?

- Well, did he have an arm around her?

- I don't think she's the sort of woman

you put your arms round
under any circumstances.

(sombre instrumental music)

- Going out.

- And there was me thinking you'd come

to take an interest in what I'm doing.

- How many more times do
you want me to look at it?

- Jealous of my other man?

- That's not funny.

- He's made of bronze.

- I don't think so.

- Frank's in bed.

Jet lag.

- Yeah, and he's been up all night.

- Is it true he found the body?

- It's true he found Mr. Braithwaite, yes.

Whether Mr. Braithwaite was
alive or dead at the time,

we're still looking at that.

- What do you mean?

- Why did you ask Giles Braithwaite

to come here yesterday afternoon?

- That's between me and him.

- Well, as he's now dead,

you're the only one who can tell us.

- And, Mrs. Bishop, since this
is a murder investigation,

we have every right to know.

- I wanted to ask about getting a divorce.

- On what grounds?
- How long have you got?

- Why the secrecy?

Your husband has got to
know some time, doesn't he?

- The longer I can keep
it from him, the better.

Where Frank and money is concerned,

you need to get the jump on him

to stand any chance of
getting what you're due.

- Teddy Malloy?
- What about him?

- Where can we find him?

- Oh.

Come with me.

(tense instrumental music)

(objects thudding)

(punches smacking)

- Good.

Grace?

What are you doing, we're working.

- They wanted to see you.

I thought you were on your own.

- Mr. Malloy, thank you.

John Kinsella.

(man grunts)
(punch thuds)

He was with you and Mr. Bishop

when you travelled back on
the plane from New York,

wasn't he?

- You know he was.

- Why wasn't he with you in the car

when you went 'round to
Braithwaite's office?

- He was with me.

I asked Teddy to drive
him straight back here

from the airport.

- Sounds as though you've got
him under some sort of curfew.

- You obviously don't know
about his reputation with women.

- If you let him off the
leash straight after a fight,

there's no holding him back
as far as women are concerned.

- Lock up your daughters?

- And your wives.

Mothers.

Girlfriends.

(man grunting)
(punches thudding)

- [Ben] I saw Teddy Malloy fight.

- Did you?

That must have been some time ago.

- My grandad took me
to see this Welsh boxer

that was fighting on the undercard.

It was a Frank Bishop promotion.

Malloy was top of the bill.

He was fighting for the British title.

Youngest-ever challenger.

- [Tom] Why didn't you
mention that to him?

- He lost.

- Badly?

- Well, he never fought again.

(gentle instrumental music)

- I know. (giggling)

- Not interrupting anything, are we?

- Just checking to see that
my Tom Sayers is fit enough

to toe the line against John Heenan.

- Ow, ow, ow, ow.
- Is that tender?

- Yeah, just a bit.

- You need some witch hazel on it.

- I don't do voodoo remedies.

- Honestly, Chief
Inspector, he's such a baby.

- Baby?

Two fights in three days and I'm a baby?

- Oh, pooh.

This one will be more
like playing pat-a-cake.

It's only pretend.

- Just make sure your husband knows that.

- He's a pussycat.

- Now we all know that's not true.

- Can I get something clear?

You are playing Tom Sayers.

And Sebastian Farquaharson,
he's doing John Heenan?

- Mm-hm.
- Bit of a mismatch.

- No, Tom Sayers was a middleweight

and Heenan actually was a heavyweight.

- No, no.

I mean him being a world champion.

- Oh, I see.

Well, Seb is a second-row forward

for the Midsomer County rugby team.

So he's no stranger to a brawl.

Besides, he and John are only
going through the motions.

They're not really fighting, are they?

(group laughing)

- Mrs. Farquaharson, Mrs. Farquaharson,

you wanted to see Giles
Braithwaite yesterday, yes?

What about?

- That's a personal matter.

- You're going to have
to tell them, Millie.

I can give you any answers you need.

I was with Camilla yesterday.

Thanks, Tom.

Camilla's been a bit emotional of late.

- Well, she would be, wouldn't she?

The pregnancy.

- You know about that.

It's exactly why it's not the right time

to be thinking about a divorce.

- Another one.

- Is that why she went
to see Giles Braithwaite?

- Yeah.

- And you were quite prepared
to support her in this?

- You saw the way Sebastian
treated her the other night.

And it's not an isolated incident.

I'm ashamed to say my son is a bully.

- Iris Holman says that
Sebastian is not your son.

- Oh, that woman really
has become very bitter.

- Yeah.
- Is it true?

- He was fathered by another man

before my wife walked
out on me and Sebastian.

- Is Sebastian in touch
with his natural father?

- Not unless he goes to seances.

The man was a playboy.

Drank himself to death.

- So you raised another man's child.

- I raised my son.

Which is why I feel responsible

for the way he's treating that poor girl.

(lively instrumental music)

- Can we get this over with quickly?

- Busy man, Mr. Farquaharson?

- If you must know, I find
it all rather upsetting.

- Oh, really.

- How many times have I told you

it's got to look better than that?

Come on.

Pull your finger out.

Giles was a friend of the family.

- Was it family business

that you wanted to see
him about so urgently?

- As a matter of fact, it was.

- Sebastian, shouldn't you be talking

to your father about that,
rather than to a solicitor?

- I've given up with him.

The sooner the estate
is made over to my name,

the sooner we can stop him
haemorrhaging money from it.

- What do you mean by that?

- Everyone knows about his gambling.

- The son stabbing his father in the back.

That's not a good way to
uphold the family name.

- You're wrong.

It's precisely the way to do it.

Lock up the lunatics,

keep the incompetents
away from the finances,

and leave the running of things

to those who know what they're doing.

- Oh, survival of the fittest.

What a wonderful philosophy
to pass on to your child.

- I don't have a child.

- You soon will have.

- You say that as though
it's something to do with me.

- Well, isn't it?

- I'm not sure who the father is.

But the child is not mine.

I'm absolutely certain of that.

- Jab, jab, jab.

Jab, jab.

- Frank.

Didn't expect you up yet.

- I bet you didn't.

Ken Tuohy.

What was he doing here?

- Usual story.

He told me he'd done a bit of boxing

and wanted me to have a look at him.

- And?

- Nothing special.

- So it's just a one-off, then?

- Absolutely.

- That's all right, then.

Because if I thought he'd
been here more than once,

I'd have to start wondering
what you're up to,

you and this loving wife of mine.

- [Tom] Gerald, he,

He deserves a better son than Sebastian.

- Gerald's no saint, sir.

You know about his gambling habits.

- That's not important, Jones.

Gerald is a JP.

He's a pillar of society.

He's one of us.

This challenge for the estate

is all to do with Sebastian
not being a biological heir.

- He seems convinced the child's not his.

- That's what I'm talking about.

It's all about inheritance.

- Do you think Frank
believes you about Tuohy?

- If he didn't, he wouldn't
have left it at that.

You know what he's like.

- I can show you the scars.

- I've already seen them.

- You don't think Frank
killed that solicitor, do you?

You know the temper on him.

- He had no reason to
lose it with Braithwaite.

- Unless Frank found out
that he'd been to the house

and what we were really talking about.

- How could he know?
- Iris Holman.

She's got her nose in
everything at that office.

- That's not healthy for us.

- Or for her.

- Just imagine, 150 years ago,

men were driving ringposts into the ground

in exactly that spot.

Well, maybe not exactly that spot.

- Two men fight in the
street, we arrest them.

Put them in a ring, we pay to watch it.

- That's because we know
how lonely the ring can be.

A dark and brutal place.

It takes a special kind of courage

for someone to get in there

and keep going back again and again.

Something you would know about, Tom.

- Who, me?

I've never worn a pair of
boxing gloves in my life.

- I mean as a police officer.

You need that sort of courage

to face the darkness and brutality

that the public need to be shielded from.

(man whistling)

- Oh.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

With any luck, they've struck oil.

- Us being like boxers?

It's an interesting comparison.

- Oh, a very perceptive one, Jones.

Ta.

A little different from the
usual village buying set

we find ourselves dealing with.

(gentle instrumental music)

- Iris.
- Sebastian.

- Can I help?

Or have you come to see my father?

- I've come to ask you
if you killed Giles.

- Funny, that.

I've been wanting to ask
you the same question.

- Pass it up.
- You were up at Oxford

same time as Giles Braithwaite.

Were you not friends?

- Not close.

I knew him well enough.

- Well enough to know

if he were capable of
blackmailing any of his clients?

- Giles?

A blackmailer?

That's absolutely out of the question.

That's one theory you can discount.

- Well, that is pretty emphatic.

- Seriously, Tom.

I'd stake everything I have on that.

- Shame he's such a lousy gambler.

- What do you want, Bishop?

- Not you.

I've come to see the man of the house.

- You've a damn nerve coming here at all.

- What are you going to
do, set the dogs on me?

- Why give them all the pleasure?

- Sebastian.

Inside the house.

Now.

- This is not finished.

- I'm sorry about that, Frank.

- What was all that about?

- No idea.

All a bit mad, aren't
they, the aristocracy?

It's all that inbreeding.

You just have to accept it.

- Even though it means a
wasted journey for you?

- What makes you say that?

- Well, I assume you
came here to see someone.

- Gerald.

But it can wait.

Wouldn't want to get in the way

of some father and son bonding.

Happy families, eh?

- Mr. Bishop.

Did you know that your wife
is planning to divorce you?

- She's been planning that
for years, Chief Inspector.

It's what gets her out
of bed in the mornings.

- Frank Bishop?

Here?

It's never going to happen.

I won't let it.

- There's nothing we can do about it.

It's out of our hands.

- We'll see about that.

(tense instrumental music)

(lively instrumental music)

(people chattering)

- Ah, ooh, ah!!

(sombre instrumental music)

- A word.

So you were talking to
Braithwaite about a divorce.

- Are you surprised?

- Yes.

Surprised that you'd insult
anyone's intelligence

with a story like that.

I don't know why you really
went to see that solicitor,

but Malloy and Kinsella
are bound to be mixed up

in whatever it is.

- Why is it so impossible

to believe that I just want a divorce?

- Because divorce wouldn't
be enough for you.

- Oh, that's very splendid.

You must be very proud of your fiancee.

Apparently not.

- Not a match made in
heaven, Chief Inspector.

- No celestial choirs
singing when you met, then.

- Afraid not.

But when I first laid
eyes on the studio space

at the back of his forge.

- Is that how you two first got together?

- You bet.

And you've seen those muscles.

I was happy enough to engage
him at close quarters.

(Tom chuckling)

- But that's not the same thing
as being properly engaged.

- True.

But Ken couldn't quite
make the distinction.

So I've had to be his fiancee
until I finish the statue.

- And then what?

- And then I'm off to the
US of A on a single ticket.

- As in you're not coming back.

- As in I'm going on my own.

- I thought there'd be a lot of work

for blacksmiths in America.

- In Moose Jaw, Wyoming, maybe.

But I'm going to Chicago.

- Does Ken know this?

- Of course.

What do you take me for?

- Don't answer that, sir.

- Oi.

This local horse-shoer or whatever he is.

- Ken Tuohy?

- He's got about as much chance
of making it as a fighter

as you have as a manager.

- Who says I want to be a manager?

- Look, if it had just been Tuohy,

I would have done what I've always done.

Laugh at you.

But when you get ideas
about managing Kinsella,

I start to get seriously annoyed.

- Maybe we're prepared to risk it.

- One word: contract.

Kinsella is tied to me.

He's going nowhere.

But you are.

I'm sick of you.

I want you to clear your
stuff out of the gym

and be gone by the time the
fight's over this afternoon.

All right?

(lively instrumental music)

(couple chattering)
(couple giggling)

- Well, this makes a change.

You helping him into his
clothes rather than out of them.

(sombre instrumental music)

- I'm glad he sacked me.

I'm finally free of him.

We can be together now.

- You know I can't leave John.

He's like a son to me.

- And me.

He'll come with us.

That was always the plan.

- Teddy, the plan was to
get him out of his contract.

And unless that happens,
we're going nowhere.

Not while Frank's still around.

(mysterious instrumental music)

- Gosh, he only went
to get his costume on.

Grace, Frank should be here by now.

- Relax.

He's never missed a photo opportunity yet.

- Do you think you could go
and see what's holding him up?

(mysterious instrumental music)

- Frank.

Frank?

- Joyce, do you think
Frank Bishop would mind

if someone else did the unveiling?

- Well, the whole event was his idea.

And his money paid for the statue.

- I suppose he would be put out

if somebody else took the limelight.

- Just a bit.

- (sighs) All the same,
if Grace can't find him,

will you do the honours?

- Me?

- In your capacity as Queen Victoria.

Get ready.

You're on.

(lively instrumental music)

(group applauding)

- My lords, ladies and gentlemen.

I bring you a contest

which pits the old world against the new.

One where a misguided son of Yankee-shire.

(crowd booing)

Will learn that the hand of the foreigner,

when raised against the son of Britannia.

(crowd cheering)

Must be aided not only by
the strength of a lion,

but by the heart too.

(crowd cheering)

- They didn't go much for
impartiality in those days,

did they, sir?

- I doubt very much whether our gentleman

from the colonies will be roaring

when he's had the shine taken
off him by our own Tom Sayer.

(group cheering)

And now I will ask you all to
join me in showing an invader.

(crowd booing)

How he is welcomed to the
shores of Great Britain.

Mr. John Heenan.

(crowd booing)

What's happened?
- Last-minute switch.

- [Man] Not like that.

- They're only pretending.

Don't worry, your Ken will be all right.

- It's not Ken that I'm worried about.

It's John.

- My John is champion of the world, love.

I think he knows how to
take care of himself.

- You don't know what Ken's capable of.

He's got the strength of
a bull when he's angry.

And he's way beyond angry.

- You and my John have been.

And your fiance has found out?

- Right now, all he wants to do

is rip John's head off his shoulders.

(cheering)

- Gentlemen, please come up to scratch.

You will continue
fighting until one of you

is in no fit state to continue.

A round will end only when one of you

is knocked to the ground.

Please at all times, remember
the significance and dignity

of this historic occasion.

Biting and gouging in
moderation only, gentlemen.

Please go to your corners.

- Good luck.
- And come out fighting.

(bell ringing)
(crowd cheering)

- John!

(crowd chattering)

- [Ken] Fight.

- Ken!

- [Ken] Fight!

- Calm down.

I'll stop the round.

- Fight.

Come on, fight!

(bell ringing)
(yelling)

Come on! (yelling)

- [Woman] Come on now, come on.

- So what was that supposed to achieve?

- You say I never take an interest in you.

And I know how you like fighters.

- You're pathetic.

- What do you want?

- Not two cavemen brawling over me

as though I was some sort of trophy.

- Why'd she include me in that?

I had no idea that was going to happen.

- [Ben] Can I have a word, please?

- Is that why you didn't fight back?

- Inspector, I'm a professional.

World champion.

He's a big boy, but I
could have killed him.

I mean it, killed him.

- Wasn't entirely
unexpected though, was it?

Him attacking you like that.

- Sir.

There's a problem.

(mysterious instrumental music)

- You stay here, Mr. Malloy.

George, can we come in?

- Over here, Tom.
(shutter clicks)

Same again, really.

Death caused by suffocation.

But the cut on the left cheek
would indicate a heavy blow.

- So he could have been
knocked unconscious

before he was killed.

- If he was, a matching blood sample

was found on a cushion in his living room.

Which would suggest it happened there.

- That would mean the killer

having to carry the body all the way

up from the living room to here.

- Dead weight.

- Literally.

- Possible with a fireman's lift.

(tense instrumental music)

- Hell of a schlep from the
house to the gym, isn't it?

Frank Bishop is a big fellow.

Who'd be strong enough to
carry the body that far?

- Sebastian Farquaharson.

He changed places with Tuohy
for the Sayers-Heenan fight.

- And he's gone missing.

- Which makes him an obvious choice.

- Not the only one.

Teddy Malloy.

He wasn't involved in
the fight reconstruction.

An ex-boxer, fits.

And he found the body.

- But would he have raised the alarm?

- Double bluff.

And then there's Grace Bishop.

No one was with her when she
came back to find her husband.

She and Malloy might have
done it between them.

- I've been told I can't touch anything

in my own living room.

- Not until Forensics have
finished in there, no.

- More mess.

I know it makes me sound cold,
but I'm not one for tears.

I'm not the emotional type.

- Oh?

I remember you being very emotional.

- [Teddy] You did it in the gym, John.

Right uppercut, left hook.

- Keep him safe, Teddy.

Keep him safe.

- [Teddy] Let that jab go, box behind him.

- That was different.

- I remember something else too.

- I worry about you two.

I miss you when you're gone.

Husband.

More privacy in here.

- You were talking to Teddy Malloy.

- Was I?
- Mm.

You and Teddy Malloy,
you love one another.

And Teddy Malloy is a real
father figure to John Kinsella.

- My husband didn't know what love meant.

All he was interested
in was owning people.

- Is that why you met up
with Giles Braithwaite?

- John wanted Teddy to manage him.

And he wanted to know

if there was any way out
of his contract with Frank.

- And now that is no longer a problem.

(sombre instrumental music)

(engine rumbling)

- Come on, I'll take you home.

- Has Kinsella got two women
on the go at the same time?

- Camilla Farquaharson?

- Yeah, is he the father of her child?

- We need to talk to
Sebastian Farquaharson.

I wonder if Iris Holman knows where he is.

- Tom.

- Gerald.

- Just taking Millie home.

She's in a bit of a state.

Understandable really,
given what happened.

- Yeah, well, it can't help,
her husband going missing.

- Quite.

Do you need us for anything?

- No, not at the moment.
- I'll get her back, then.

- Oh, Gerald.

There is something.

My wife is convinced that Iris Holman

was in love with Braithwaite.

- She's bang on the money

but that was never going to happen.

- We can all sympathise with
Braithwaite on that one.

Why did he never get married?

- Why would he do a thing like that?

Giles Braithwaite was a homosexual.

- Why should I know where
Sebastian Farquaharson is?

He is a man I try very hard
to have nothing to do with.

- Oh?

You were talking to him
yesterday at Morchard Manor.

- That was work.

Unavoidable.

- How professional that
is of you, Miss Holman.

When your boss was murdered
a couple of days ago.

And here you are, trying to
carry on the business as normal.

I do hope Mr. Braithwaite
appreciated how loyal

and hardworking you are.

- I like to think he saw
me as more than that.

- [Tom] Some kind of fondness
between the two of you?

- You make it sound

as though we had feelings for one another.

- I think you imagined
that to be the case.

Must have been very hard
on you, Miss Holman,

when you found out he was homosexual.

- No, he isn't.

He wasn't.
- Yes, he was.

- It wasn't him.

It was Sebastian.

The whole thing was disgusting.

- Tell me more.

How did you find out?

- I'd left a folder in the office.

I went back after work to collect it.

(gentle instrumental music)

- How long did it continue between them?

- Continue?

They were not a couple.

Once I had caught them,
it never happened again.

- You made very sure of that, didn't you?

Kept a very close eye on Mr. Braithwaite.

- That was for his own good.

He wasn't like that.

He wasn't.

(lively instrumental music)

- Camilla.

Open the door. (pounding)

I promise you, I only want to talk.

Camilla. (pounding)

- Police, please.

- Mr. Farquaharson,
why did you go missing?

- I didn't go missing.

I just wasn't in Midsomer Morchard.

Is that a crime now?

- No, it's not.

But murder is.

And we're very anxious
to know where you were

when it happened.

- Not again.

I've told you all I can
about Giles Braithwaite.

- I'm not talking about Giles Braithwaite.

I'm talking about Frank Bishop.

- Bishop?

He's been murdered?

- Oh, you didn't know?

- How could I?

I'd gone missing.

- And why was that?

- I wanted to get away from
this inbred little scandal-hole

where everyone knows everyone else.

Or think they do.

I've had enough of it.

- Oh, there's a surprise.

I thought you wanted more.

Or have you given up

trying to get your hands
on your father's estate?

- Couldn't care less.

None of that matters anymore.

Not since Giles was murdered.

Mr. Farquaharson, Sebastian.

Has all this to do with
your sexual orientation?

Iris Holman, she.

- Bitch.

I paid her to keep quiet

and she still can't keep her mouth shut.

It was only a fling.

At least, that's what I thought.

I had no intention of coming back here.

- Then why did you?

- I had to see Camilla.

Say sorry to her.

It's not much.

But it's the least she deserves.

- And Iris Holman,

you said that you were
paying her to keep quiet.

- Blackmail?

Did he actually use that word?

- Yes.

He said that he gave you money

in return for your silence
about his homosexuality.

- Not quite the same, is it?

Blackmail is when someone demands payment

for not revealing information.

- But that is what you are doing.

- No.

He begged me not to tell anyone

about his sordid little secret.

I didn't want his money.

But I did want to see him squirm

for what he tried to
do to Mr. Braithwaite.

- All right.

You may or may not be a
blackmailer in the eyes of the law.

But you and I both know that
that is exactly what you are.

Can I give you a bit of advice?

There have been two murders
in Midsomer Morchard.

And if you are trying to
blackmail anyone else,

you are playing a very dangerous game.

- That woman is in such denial about him.

Why did you let her go?

- I hope she'll drop her guard, too.

Remember Frank Bishop
saying she was present

at every single meeting
he had with Braithwaite?

- Yeah.

And she had access to the
details of all his clients.

- I think she knows why Bishop
and Braithwaite were killed.

- So if she's not the
murderer, she knows who is.

- I believe that Iris Holman

is a very nervous lady right about now.

(mysterious instrumental music)

- Chief Inspector Barnaby, please.

Iris Holman.

Hello, Chief Inspector.

My flat's been broken into.

No, I am not staying here.

Meet me at the statue of Tom Sayers.

There's something I want to show you.

(door thudding)
Hello?

Hello.

- She should be here by now.

- Her apartment?

- Yeah.

(door knocking)

I think you should apply more force.

- I'm knocking as hard as I can, sir.

- Kick the door down.

- Oh.

(door thuds)

(sombre instrumental music)

- Cause of death, suffocation.

- Same as Bishop and Braithwaite?

- Yes.

But she wasn't knocked
unconscious beforehand.

- There was no need.

She's not as strong as them.

Wouldn't have put up as much of a fight.

- Or maybe our killer was someone

who would never hit a lady.

(birds chirping)

Joyce.
- Mm?

- I am not a man to have his
head easily turned, am I?

- It took me long enough
to catch your eye.

- No, it didn't.

Just nervous about
getting it right with you.

I was reasonably circumspect.

No, seriously.

Do you think I am open to flattery?

- Show me a man who isn't.

- I'm not talking about man-woman stuff.

It's when that sort of thing

clouds your professional judgement .

- Tom, what are you talking about?

- There is one person
in this investigation

I have consistently
overlooked as a suspect.

Willfully overlooked.

Gerald.
- Tom.

Come on in.
- Thank you.

- Oh, she's just staying here

for the moment till, you know, Sebastian.

She doesn't want to be on her own.

- It's about Sebastian we came to see you.

Look, we're quite happy to release him.

But he's asking for you to
stand surety for his bail.

Can you do that?

- Of course, yes.

Yes, any amount.

So he's off the hook, then?

- No, not entirely.

But he was under lock and key

when Iris Holman was killed, so.

- Awful business, awful.

- Especially when you consider

that we might have prevented it.

- How's that?

- She phoned us just
before she was killed.

Said she had something
important to show us.

- What was it?
- Oh, she didn't say.

But if we'd gone straight to her flat,

we might just have saved her.

- But she was insistent that we meet her

at the statue of Tom Sayers.

- Why would she do that?

(mysterious instrumental music)

- Oh, hello, Chief Inspector.

I'm afraid Gerry isn't here.

- Are you expecting him back soon?

- Not till late.

I do get nervous on my
own in a house this size.

- Yes, I bet you do.

Still, must be very comforting

to have a father-in-law
like that to turn to.

- Oh, it is.

- And you do turn to him, don't you?

Every time you feel vulnerable.

- Not every time.

- No.

Then there's the way he's prepared

to look after, support
your child when it's born.

- He is an exceptionally decent man.

- Do you know, that's
exactly what I thought.

But that was before I
realised the child is his.

- Millie.

Millie.

- [Tom] In here, Gerald.

- Hello?

Tom.

What are you doing here?

Where's Camilla?

- Camilla is talking to
Detective Sergeant Jones.

- What about?

- I didn't get a chance to
take a proper look at these

when I was last in this room.

- You scarcely had time.

It was only a quick drink.

In fact, as I recall,
you didn't have a drink.

- And yet you were so
insistent, weren't you,

on pouring me one.

And you placed the glass just there.

That was how you first made me aware

that one of these was missing.

And that, Gerald, that's a double bluff.

- What's this about?

- Braithwaite and Bishop were
both knocked unconscious.

Either by a heavy object
or by a heavy punch

aided by something very
like a knuckleduster.

- Would take a stronger and
younger man than me to do that,

if that's what you're implying.

- What, an old Oxford
boxing blue like you?

And the last thing to go
on any boxer is his punch.

You told me that.

- I say a lot of things.

I'm often not as knowledgeable as I sound.

- Oh, but you are, aren't you,

when it comes to the delights
of the sporting arena?

The thrilling surge of adrenaline

when you back your own
hunch against all the odds

and it comes home a winner.

- Graphically put.

One could almost believe you
were a gambling man yourself.

- Not I, Gerald.

Not I.

But you, you're completely
hooked, aren't you?

I had made a substantial
bet elsewhere, you said

on the night of the world
title fight of John Kinsella.

And you had, Gerald, you had.

A very substantial bet.

But Frank Bishop had agreed
to loan you your stake money

with this house as collateral.

Only trouble is, you backed the wrong man.

So when the fight was over,
this house, your estate,

everything, belonged to Frank Bishop.

- Now how could you possibly
know a thing like that?

- Because it's all written down.

Legally binding and witnessed

by Iris Holman and Giles
Braithwaite, isn't it?

That document you've
got there in your hand.

That's what you were so
anxious to find, wasn't it,

when you searched through
Iris Holman's flat

and Giles Braithwaite's office.

What you've got there, that's a copy.

We have the original.

- Tom Barnaby, I do
believe you've set me up.

Can I see Millie before
you slap on the cuffs?

Bishop and I struck a
wager, fair and square.

Except that it wasn't fair.

Had it been, I would have honoured it.

- But it was your choice to
bet against John Kinsella.

What's unfair about that?

- The fact that Bishop
advised me to do just that.

- Kinsella's late nights and womanising

have caught up with him.

He's got no chance of winning this fight.

- But he's red-hot favourite.

- Which is why I've placed a
considerable amount of money

on his opponent.

Not in my name obviously.

I'm telling you this in
the strictest confidence.

- Yeah, of course.
- You're a gambling man.

I thought you might like a taster.

Not that there's much of a gamble.

- Bishop was very keen to
loan me the stake money.

A big win would have gone a long way

to easing my financial worries.

- Caused by gambling in the first place.

- Quite.

As soon as Kinsella came off
his stool in the opening round,

I could see the shape he was in.

I knew that I'd been conned.

(crowd cheering)

- There is no coming back from that.

- Dead to the world.

(crowd cheering)

(tense instrumental music)

Ladies and gentlemen.

- So you went to Braithwaite, what,

in the hope that because
Bishop had lied to you,

this would somehow
nullify the legal document

giving your estate to him?

- Bishop's coming here
straight from the airport.

All I can suggest is that you turn up

and appeal to his better nature.

- He was on the take from Bishop.

I knew I had to get hold of that document

before Bishop got back.

- And because Braithwaite
was batting on Bishop's side,

you had no option but to kill him.

- Oh, that wasn't the plan.

But I was up against time.

I implored Bishop to
delay any announcement

of the estate now being his.

He agreed.

But only till after the
Sayers-Heenan fight.

As soon as it was over,

he intended to pronounce
himself lord of the manor.

His phrase.

- And you couldn't have that.

- I took Bishop to be a
sporting man, but I was wrong.

I couldn't have someone who
would behave in such a fashion

inheriting the Farquaharson estate.

(speaks in foreign language)

Absolutely.

Couldn't have the people
of Midsomer Morchard

left in the hands of a man

who was little more
than an asset-stripper.

- Not to mention protecting
the family inheritance,

especially now when
you're expecting a child

who actually is your bloodline.

- Sebastian is my son and always will be.

I had no idea he was gay until
Millie came to me for help.

She was so in need of looking after.

Bad form, the father-in-law and all that.

But I don't regret it.

And I don't think Millie does either.

- Iris Holman was
blackmailing you, wasn't she?

- Oh, yes.

She held the document
that legalised the wager.

She was asking for money,

but what she really wanted was revenge.

- On Sebastian?

- On the world.

- You do know it doesn't matter
that Frank Bishop is dead.

The manor still goes into his estate.

- Well, that is, (laughing)

that is the irony of it.

You see, Frank Bishop was so determined

that his man would win

that he did a bit of pre-fight tampering.

Kinsella didn't know.

But he was told this morning
he had failed a drugs test.

- That means he'll be
stripped of the title.

- And the wager is void and
the estate is still mine.

- So no need for all those murders.

- None at all, Sergeant.

What a waste.

What a pitiful waste.

Although, when you think of it,

Braithwaite, a two-timing lawyer,

Frank Bishop, a ruthless main chancer,

Iris Holman, an embittered blackmailer.

And what am I?

Other than a gentrified waster?

None of us will be much
of a loss to society.

(mysterious instrumental music)

- He got his son's wife pregnant,

he gambled away his family
fortune, and people like him.

- I certainly did.

- Yeah.

He stitched you up, didn't he, sir?

- Yes.

Killed three people.

Carried out those murders
meticulously, clinically,

right under my nose.

What kind of a man does that?

- A JP, a pillar of the community.

- And certainly not one of us at all.

(mysterious instrumental music)