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(pensive music) (quiet conversing)

- Oi, I want a word with you!

I know what you've been up to.

- [Man In Purple] Be careful how you talk to me.

- Is that right?

- [Man In Purple] Nothing you say will stop us.

- I know where to find you, Sean.

- You can't do this to us.

- I'm giving you a choice.

- [Shopkeeper] Hey, what can I get you, mate?

- Oh, a pint of the usual, please, Niall.

He up to his usual tricks again?

- Nothing I can't handle.

(suspenseful music)

(screeching)

- Roll up and elcome to the Nevin's Wall of Death.

(playful carnival music in the distance)

(unsettling music)

(sighs)

(clattering)

(horse neighing)

(screaming)

(gunfire pops)

(horse neighing)

(screaming)

(evil laughing)

(suspenseful music)

(dog whining)

- Dog.

- I think he knows.

- We've been through this.

We've got no one to look after him,

and the hotel doesn't take dogs.

- That one in Torquay does.

- You have been promising to take me back to France forever.

La Rochelle, 2003?

- It's just, well, it wasn't exactly a roaring success

the last time we put him in ken--

- Shh! (dog whining)

(phone rings)

- Bonjour, Nelson.

- [Nelson] Uh, morning, Monsieur.

There's been a body found at the Wyham's equestrian centre.

(suspenseful music)

- We'll be back to speak to you later.

- What have we got?

The stable manager, Roderick Barkham, found the body

when he was opening up this morning.

In here.

(hooves clopping)

His name is Harry Wyham.

He owns this place.

Lives up in the manor house.

- Time of death?

- Some time between 10:00 and midnight last night.

- Morning, Kam.

- [Kam] Morning.

- We sure there's wasn't a tragic accident,

trampled to death by his horse?

- He was certainly trampled by it.

Whether or not it's the cause of death,

jury's still out on that one.

Take a look at this.

We found a bullet lodged in the beam over here.

It was fired recently.

- Any firearms injuries to the victim?

- [Kam] Nothing obvious.

- Any evidence of a struggle, or of his attacker?

- Well, that's what's strange.

Apart from the bullet there's no sign

of an intruder or any confrontation.

- Get a uniform to conduct a search.

Whoever did this might have disposed of the gun nearby.

Let's talk to a stable manager.

Thank you, Kam.

How long had you worked for Harry Wyham?

- Just over six months.

I worked for his dad for nearly 20 years.

- Harry recently took over the business

after his father Jasper retired.

- [Barnaby] You work here too, Mrs. Barkham?

- Came here on holiday 12 years ago, never left.

- Where were you both last night?

- I knocked off about 8:00.

Went up to the house for a hot bath.

- I was manning our stall

until about 10:00, then came back.

- You have a stall at the Harvest Fayre?

- The stables have been doing one for years.

Harvest Fayre's a big deal around here.

Attracts all sorts.

- Is the livestock here valuable?

- Yeah, some of it.

We stable some of the top eventing horses in the county.

Others, like Murphy here, are just old nags.

We love 'em all the same, don't we, boy?

- Have you had any trouble here in the past?

Break ins, thefts?

- Was a champion mare stolen a few years ago.

That's when we had all the security upgraded.

- Did Mr. Wyham have any enemies,

anyone who might wish him harm?

- Maybe a couple of disgruntled villagers, I suppose.

- Why is that?

- Most of them are Wyham's tenants.

Didn't like Harry's big plans for the place.

- [Barnaby] What plans?

- To build a world class equestrian centre and arena.

Wanted the village to be all posh hotels

and high end facilities.

He already served notice on the tenants.

Bought the green.

- Do Harry's parents live in the manor house?

- Yes.

- Thank you.

(unsettling music)

- Don't look so worried.

(hooves clopping)

- We were both here all night.

Oh my darling boy.

- I know this is a difficult time for you both.

But we have to ask a few more questions.

- Anything we can do to help, Inspector.

- You recently gave your son control of the business.

I understand that caused some problems with villagers.

- Some people object to change.

I gave Harry my full support.

- Harry was a wonderful son.

- We'll need access to all of his personal papers.

- Of course.

- Amy keeps asking where her dad is.

I don't know what to say.

- This is Beth.

Harry's sister.

- And is that Amy?

- Harry's daughter.

- [Barnaby] And Amy's mother?

- Jessica Myerscough.

They're divorced.

- Harry got custody of Amy.

- [Barnaby] And where is her mother now?

- She lives in the village.

- Did any of you hear anything

out of the ordinary last night?

- No.

- Just that damn fun fair until God knows when.

- You have any guns on site, Mr. Wyham?

- Well yes, several.

All kept in our gun store.

- We'll need to get a ballistics team

to check them.

When was the last time you saw your brother?

- Yesterday.

He was off to the pub.

Some of the villagers wanted answers from him.

(unsettling music)

Yeah.

Rowena Deeley.

Yes sir, I've spoken to you before.

I'm interested in making an appointment.

- [Niall] Rowena?

- [Rowena] I'll have to call you back.

- Harry Wyham is dead.

- I know, I know.

I told them I was here.

Well my mom and dad were here, what could I tell them?

(door slams)

Look, I need to see you.

No.

I need to see you.

- [Barnaby] Was Harry a regular, Mr. Deeley.

- [Niall] Try and keep him away.

- [Barnaby] Was he in last night?

- [Niall] Yeah.

He came in early.

Stayed 'til closing.

- I understand Harry was at odds

with some of the villagers over his plans.

Did your pub feature in them?

- He made an offer to buy the place.

But we said no.

It's was all very amicable.

- Was there anyone in particular

who was opposed to his plans?

- Clara Myerscough, the local vet.

She wasn't happy at all.

Harry was planning to evict her.

- Clara Myerscough.

Any relation to Jessica?

- Yeah, that's her mother.

Then there's Butch Nevins, of course.

- [Nelson] Mr. Wall of Death.

- Harry told him that this year would be his last.

- He can't have been happy about that.

- Well, the fair didn't really

feature in Harry's plans for the future.

Most of the ride owners were up in arms about it,

but it's Butch and his sons

who always make themselves heard.

- Harry had a run in with Butch's son Sean last night.

(thoughtful music)

- Sounds like our Mr. Wyham had enemies all over the place.

- I'll go to the fair.

Speak to the Nevins.

See if I can shed any light

on their argument with Harry Wyham.

- I'll speak to Clara and Jessica Myerscough.

- [Niall] Rowena?

(engine revving)

- [Barnaby] Mr. Nevins.

- [Nelson] How do you describe your relationship

with your ex-husband, Ms. Myerscough?

- Good.

We both just want what's best for Amy.

- When was the last time you spoke to him?

- Day before yesterday, on the phone.

It's Amy's birthday soon.

- How often do you see your daughter?

- Not at all.

I don't have access at the moment.

- That must be tough.

- I wasn't exactly what you'd call the model mom.

But I'm not that person anymore.

I'm doing everything I can to be part of Amy's life again.

Is there anything else?

'Cause I really need to call my daughter.

- No.

No, that will be all for now.

Thank you.

I would like speak to your mother, though, if I may.

- Thank you.

So good, I think.

See you next week.

Did you manage to speak to her yet?

- Mom, this is DS Nelson.

He'd like to ask you a couple of questions.

- [Barnaby] So you and your sons

run the Wall of Death together?

- Dale rides with me, Sean looks after our ghost string.

- You attend this Harvest Fayre every year, Mr. Nevins?

- Only for the last 40 plus.

Been coming here since I was a kid.

Smell that, Inspector?

Petrol fumes and candy floss.

Beats any expensive perfume.

- [Barnaby] You must have got to know the Wyhams

pretty well then over the years.

- Well enough.

- How would you describe your relationship with Harry Wyham?

- Like an old married couple.

Constantly arguing and no sex.

(laughing)

- Butch.

- Sorry.

Poor sod.

- Have you had one of these arguments recently?

- Oh, yeah no.

That was nothing.

He was just having a go at me

about the noise of my motorbikes disturbing his horses.

- Everyone loves a fun fair

'til they have to live next to one.

- It wasn't anything to do with Harry

buying the village green

and making this everyone's last Harvest Fayre?

- Now that you mention it,

that topic of conversation did come up.

- [Barnaby] That must have been a blow.

- Takes more than not to trouble us, Inspector.

- If the locals want to have us at the fair,

there was nothing the Wyhams can do about it.

- It looks like that won't be a problem,

now that Harry Wyham's not here to stand in your way.

- Yes, it was a shock when Harry served us notice,

but I'd already been scouting around for alternatives.

He said he wanted to make this place more state of the art.

- Wouldn't moving your business have been difficult?

- We specialise in horses.

There's always work.

- Are the Wyhams one of your clients?

- They used to be, before the divorce.

Harry's decision to evict us was not about business.

- You think he did it to affect Jessica's custody chances.

- I wouldn't put it past him.

He always wanted to make life

as difficult as possible for Jess.

- You're her child minder.

It's Friday.

You pick her up from school today, right?

- [Rowena] Jess.

Serena wouldn't even need to know.

- If she ever found out.

- Amy needs me.

She's just lost her dad.

I thought you were on my side.

- I am.

But you shouldn't do anything rash.

- Surely you of all people understand.

I need to make sure my little girl is okay.

- [Guest] Excuse me.

- Feeling brave, sir?

- I try my best.

DCI Barnaby, Causton CID.

Sean Nevins?

- Yeah.

- I need to ask you about an argument you had

with Harry Wyham last night.

- It wasn't an argument.

He just wanted to know where Dad was, that's all.

- Really?

No cross words?

- No.

- You've torn your top.

How did that happen?

- I caught it working the ride.

- When was that?

- This morning.

When we were checking it over.

I told him not to jump the cars.

- And you are?

- Dale Nevins.

This one's older and better looking brother.

- Did Harry Wyham come to the fair last night?

- No, no, you'd never find him here.

- Don't think it's really his thing.

- So after seeing him at the pub, you didn't see him again?

- How could he?

We were both here all night.

(unsettling music)

- There was clearly tension between Nevins and the Wyhams,

but they're all closing ranks.

Run them through the database, see what comes back.

- Sure.

Jessica Myerscough claimed the divorce was amicable,

but she has been denied access to her daughter.

Doesn't add up.

I'll look into it.

- [Sean] You okay?

- It's been a nightmare.

The police have been at the house and the stables all day.

- Yeah, they've calling around here, too.

Listen.

If I needed you to, would you back me up?

- How do you mean?

- Well the police are gonna ask a lot of questions.

I need to know you'll stand by me.

- Of course I will.

You told me had nothing to do with it.

- I know.

But just in case.

You trust me, don't you?

- You know I do.

(screaming)

(motorbike revving)

(ominous tones)

- Give it up, please for Dale Nevins!

(cheering)

And now, for the hell drivers race.

Lights please.

(playful music)

- They said they've never had to exclude a dog before.

Wound up all the other dogs and refused to eat.

They blamed the owners.

- I've heard mixed reports about that place.

- Yeah, you're right.

We'll find somewhere else.

- Better find somewhere soon,

or we can say au revoir to La Rochelle.

(knocking at door)

- Morning Sarah.

Ready, sir?

- See you later.

- Oh, see you later.

Is that Charlie?

- Now you behave yourself.

(dog whines)

- [Nelson] Sykes in the doghouse?

- If only.

I'll tell you on the way.

- Say bye-bye.

- [Kam] We found a mysterious red substance

on Harry Wyham's clothing.

It appears to be fake blood.

- [Nelson] Fake blood?

- Yes.

Mixed with a special type of UV paint.

Very specific in its composition,

so that it reacts to UV light.

It's commonly supplied to fun fairs.

- So it's possible Harry Wyham

did go to the fun fair after all.

- Maybe.

Do we have a cause of death?

Yes, the horse didn't kill Harry Wyham.

- What did?

- Ketamine, the horse tranquilliser.

He was given a lethal dose.

- Was it injected?

- No.

There are no visible puncture marks on his body.

- So how did it get into his system?

- The ketamine was present in his stomach contents

along with alcohol.

I'd say it was ingested

before he was pulled into the stable.

- Would ketamine potentially be useful to horse thieves?

- Possibly.

It would immobilise a panicking animal.

- Why go to such elaborate lengths?

- I don't know.

We need to find out where this ketamine came from,

and there's one place round here we know will stock it.

- All right, thank you very much.

Yeah, bye.

Jessica's got a police record.

Since Harry was awarded custody,

she confronted him several times, violently.

So the Wyhams placed a restraining order on her.

Now she's not allowed within 200 metres of her daughter.

- Well that's hardly

the amicable picture Jessica painted yesterday.

Get a warrant and a team and go to the fairground.

I want every inch of it searched.

That gun must be somewhere.

I'll go and speak to the Myerscoughs.

Who has access to the ketamine?

- Only myself and Jessica.

It's a controlled substance.

Every usage has to be recorded according to strict rules.

- Have you noticed any of it missing lately?

Or any interference with your supplies?

- No.

- I'll need to look at your records.

- Of course.

- And my officers will need access to your stores.

- Jess.

Would you get the inspector the log?

What's all this about?

- Harry Wyham was killed with a lethal dose of ketamine.

We need to establish whether it came from here.

- There you go.

- Oh, I'm not hungry.

- Since when?

Come on.

Get it down you.

- Oh, you coming down with something?

- I think he is.

Look at his eyes.

He hasn't had a good sleep in days.

He must be in love.

- All right, leave him alone, you lot.

They're only joking.

- [Sean] Trouble is, we're never coming back here, are we?

- Where'd you get that from?

- I know what Harry said.

I don't imagine old man Wyham will be any different.

- Now you leave Jasper to me.

Far as I'm concerned, it's business as usual.

Beth.

Come and have some breakfast.

- Oh, eh?

- All right, love?

Come and join us.

Well, don't just sit there.

Get the girl a plate.

- Go on, sit yourself down.

- I'd better get going.

I've got to check the bike for the first show.

- Sorry about your brother.

You know you're always welcome here, don't you?

- Thanks.

(unsettling music)

- What do they want?

- Morning Mrs. Nevins.

- This is everything for the past three months.

Will that do?

- Yes, thank you.

Why didn't you tell us the truth

about your divorce, Ms. Myerscough?

You didn't think to mention that your behaviour

had resulted in a restraining order?

- You don't understand.

The Wyhams, they made stuff up.

They don't want me in Amy's life.

- So why not be honest from the start?

- Look, they've taken my daughter away from me.

I was angry.

I made mistakes.

All I want is my daughter back.

- And now Harry is dead, I'm assuming

you stand a pretty good chance of that happening.

- Your boys were only here yesterday, snooping about.

Forget something, did they?

(sighs)

I'm afraid I left my reading glasses in my smoking jacket.

- It's a search warrant, Mr. Nevins.

- Fine.

It's you time you're wasting.

- Come on.

- If you're up to anything, Butch Nevins,

you need to tell me now.

- There's nothing to tell.

- Beth's not in her room.

- She said something about going over to the fair.

- And you let her?

After everything that's been going on 'round here?

- Sure I can't make you a cup of tea?

Slice of cake, maybe.

- Oh, come on!

- [Nelson] Ern?

- [Ern] Yeah?

- Sir.

I've found the gun under Sean Nevin's Ghost Train.

(tense music)

- Where are you taking my son?

- He's merely helping us with our inquiries, Mr. Nevins.

- My boy's done nothing wrong.

- Then he's got nothing to worry about.

- Oh my God.

- Morning, Jasper.

Been a long time since you've graced us with an audience.

- Get in the car.

- I'm not going anywhere until I know Sean's all right.

(siren wailing)

- Sean?

The boy they've just arrested?

- Why don't we all just calm down, eh, Jasper?

- God help you if I find out

that your son had anything to do with Harry's death.

- You'd better watch your mouth, old man.

- Beth, come here.

- I think you'd better go with your dad now, love.

- This isn't over.

- No, it isn't.

You want to be careful you don't lose her, too.

- We found some marks on your top.

UV paint.

Where did they come from?

- We use it on the Ghost Train.

- [Barnaby] Is it used anywhere else?

- I couldn't tell you.

- Well, I can tell you we've not found it

anywhere else at the fair.

You told me that you didn't see Harry Wyham at the fair

on the night he died, is that right?

- Yeah.

- So can you explain how he ended up

with your UV paint on his clothing?

- Or why we found this weapon

hidden underneath your fairground ride?

- That's not mine.

I swear, I've never seen that before in my life.

- Why don't you tell us what really happened

on the night Harry died.

- I was with Beth.

- Beth Wyham?

- You can ask her if you don't believe me.

- We will.

Don't you think it's time you told us the truth?

How did Harry get that paint on him?

- It was nothing.

- What was nothing?

- We had a fight.

Me and Harry, but he started it.

- [Barnaby] Because he found out about you and his sister?

- Yeah.

He threatened me outside the pub.

And then he followed me to the fair later

and picked a fight.

He was drunk.

He started pushing me and so I pushed him back

and he fell over.

But I swear that was it.

He was fine when he left.

- What the hell has she got herself mixed up in?

She was never like this before.

They're using her, like they do everyone.

- You can't make her decisions for her.

You'll only push her away.

- I can't just do nothing.

- She's young.

She thinks she's in love.

- Exactly.

We both know what happens to teenage girls

who think they're in love.

(sighs)

- Beth Wyham's confirmed Sean's alibi.

- Then let him go, but let's keep a close eye on him.

(phone ringing)

- [Nelson] Yeah, Sean Nevins is good to go.

Okay, thanks.

- So we've got the community up in arms about Harry's plans.

- And Harry's in conflict with the Nevins

and the Myerscoughs over personal reasons.

- There's also the question about Harry's death.

We need to establish where the ketamine came from.

Have you checked the Myerscough's records?

- I have.

There's no discrepancies.

But we do have a lead on the weapon.

Ballistics have confirmed it was the one discharged

at the stables where we found Harry's body.

But forensics couldn't find any usable prints on it.

- Find out where it came from.

We trace that gun, we find the killer.

- I'm just trying to protect you.

- But he's decent, kind, caring.

What's so bad about that?

- It's for your own good.

Try and understand.

- I love him.

What's so bad about the Nevins?

- Just keep away from them.

- Until you give me good reason, that's not going to happen.

(door slams)

- Butch!

Butch.

- All right, Geri?

- Rod was asking where I was the night Harry died.

He found out I wasn't on the stall.

- What'd you tell him?

- I made up some excuse

about running out of stock, had to go back to the stables.

- He believed you?

- I'm sure he knows something.

- No one knows anything unless we tell 'em.

Okay.

Hey.

Relax, Geri.

Everything'll be fine.

You should go.

All right, Sean?

- Yeah, of course.

They let me out, didn't they?

- Hey.

Come here.

Let's find your mom.

- Here's the full path report on Harry Wyham.

- Thanks, Kam.

- Canine care?

You looking for a career change?

(Nelson sighs)

- Barnaby and Sarah are stuck for a dog sitter

when they go on holiday next week,

so I thought I'd offer to help out.

- With Barnaby away, are you sure you'll have enough time?

- That's why I'm reading up about it now.

- You know, a dog needs companionship.

Someone working regular hours.

Someone like me.

- You live in a flat.

- Near a park.

You live in a B&B.

- With a garden.

- I grew up with four red setters, and a labrador.

It's a big responsibility.

- Kam.

- I was just trying to help.

- I don't what you think you might have seen earlier,

but there was nothing in it.

- Butch Nevins, I have known you for 40 years.

Don't tell me what I saw.

- Just keep your nose out of my business.

(paint can rattling) (ominous tones)

(horse neighing)

- Jasper?

What is it?

(horse neighing)

(hooves clopping)

- [Jasper] Stop! Stop!

(exclaims)

- Jasper?

Jasper!

Jasper! (gunfire pops)

No!

(gunfire pops)

(suspenseful music)

- Okay, thanks.

Five horses were stolen.

A couple of them worth 30 grand.

- Any witnesses?

- Jasper Wyham said he saw them being driven off

in a horse box, but he only managed

to clock three digits of the licence plate.

CDV.

- [Barnaby] Get uniform to set up some road blocks.

There's a chance

they haven't yet been moved out of the area.

- [Nelson] Yes sir.

- Well?

- Mr. Wyham.

- My son's dead.

Now this.

- Third client today taking their horses away.

- Reputation's everything in this game, Inspector.

This could ruin us.

Butch Nevins must be laughing.

- Why do you say that?

- These things always seem to happen when he shows up.

- I'd like a list of all the horses stabled here

and their registered owners.

Those that have been stolen and those left behind.

Good morning Mrs. Barkham.

Mr. Barkham.

- Inspector.

- You were both here last night?

- Up at the cottage, yeah.

- Did you hear anything?

- No.

- The first we knew about was when Jasper rang.

After he rang your lot, of course.

- How did they get in?

You said you'd improved the security

after the last break in.

- They disabled the cameras.

Electric gate, too.

Whoever did it were pros.

- With a good knowledge of the Wyham's security system.

- There's always people coming

and going around here, Inspector.

Cameras are visible.

If someone wants to get in, they'll find a way.

- And get out with five horses?

- No one feels worse than me about this, Inspector.

I'd never do anything to hurt the Wyhams.

- Inspector.

- Sir?

There's something you should see.

- Ketamine.

Still full.

- Maybe Harry's death was a horse theft gone wrong.

Someone's come back to finish the job.

- Get this over to Kam, and see if she can tell us anything.

- Certainly. (phone ringing)

Thank you.

Nelson.

(thoughtful music)

Thank you.

Sir.

Clara Myerscough was broken into last night.

- [Clara] First I knew about it

was when I came down this morning to open up.

I was confronted by this.

- All of the controlled substances have gone.

Including the ketamine.

- Where were you both last night?

- Home.

- I was out on a job.

A foal up at Melton.

- Did either of you go up to the Wyham stables yesterday?

- No, of course not.

- We're not exactly welcome there, Inspector.

Now if you will excuse me, I need to start my rounds.

I have clients to see.

- Before you go, I'd be grateful

if you could provide details of your whereabouts

in the last 24 hours, Dr. Myerscough.

Of course.

- The serial number on the vial of ketamine

found at the Wyhams matches what was stolen

from Clara Myerscough's practise last night.

But we still haven't found anything else at the vet's

linking to Harry's murder.

- Sir, come and look at this.

- What am I looking at?

- Case notes.

The previous theft at the Wyhams.

The Nevins were questioned, but nothing was proved.

So I pulled up other instances

of livestock theft in the country,

and matched them against the Nevins' movements.

There's an interesting correlation.

- So I see.

These other thefts occurred at the same time

as the Nevins Wall of Death was in town.

Were charges ever brought?

- Nothing.

But they were questioned multiple times.

- Let's see where Butch Nevins was last night.

- No, no, they didn't take Harlequin,

but he's pretty shaken up.

I really need you to come up here.

Will you please?

- Five years ago you were questioned

in connection with a horse theft over at the Wyham estate.

- And never charged.

- How about Melton, nine months ago?

Abbess Vales, six months ago?

Stelford, 13 months ago?

- We were in all those places, sure.

- At the exact same time that some livestock were stolen.

- We were also dozens of other places,

where no livestock was stolen and no crimes were committed.

Are you gonna list those, too?

- Any crime that occurs, the Nevins must have done it.

Right?

That's also why we're never charged,

because there's never any truth in it.

Our house is clean, Inspector.

- So you say, Mr. Nevins.

And yet the evidence keeps on bringing us back to your door.

(murmuring)

(horse neighs)

- [Woman] I think.

(whispering)

- What's going on?

- I kept Clara on to look after Harlequin.

- What?

After everything that's happened?

- She's my oldest friend.

I wasn't just gonna throw that all away.

- I don't trust her.

Look at the trouble Jessica's caused.

Think of Amy.

- That's exactly what I am doing.

- I should go.

- No, you don't have to.

- This doesn't change anything.

The eviction notice still stands.

I think the sooner you and your daughter leave, the better.

For all our sakes.

- I'll talk to him.

- Thank you.

I don't know how you've lived with him all these years.

- You don't know the half of it.

(bright carnival music)

(screaming)

(electricity crackling)

- Sir?

Got some news on Niall and Rowena Deeley.

The tech found some e-mail exchanges

between Harry and Rowena.

It looks like she was in negotiations

to sell the pub after all.

But the deal went sour.

Rowena was far from happy about it.

- Strong words, but that's hardly a motive for murder.

- Agreed.

But this might be.

One of the horses taken from the Wyhams

used to belong to Rowena.

But she was so far behind her stable fees

that Harry effectively repossessed it.

- Harry Wyham agreed to wave our stabling fees

if we signed her over to him.

- [Barnaby] Is Lightning a valuable horse?

- Not in monetary terms.

- It must have been upsetting

when you had to let her go, then.

- Yeah, it was, actually.

That horse meant a lot to us.

What's your point?

- It must have grated that the person who took your horse

was also the person you were arguing with

over the sale of the pub.

- Sorry.

What are you talking about?

- Threatening e-mails between Rowena and Harry Wyham.

- Row?

- I was gonna tell you.

I agreed a price with him.

And then at the last minute he reneged.

- We agreed we weren't gonna sell.

This was supposed to be our fresh start.

- The sale that you agreed with Harry

was a lot less than the market value.

Why were you even considering it?

- I was fighting for our future.

We've sunk every penny we have into this place,

and it isn't working.

I had to act before we lost everything.

- I can't even begin to imagine what you are going through.

It's awful.

And what happened to Harry and...

How's Amy doing?

- I don't think she really understands, yet.

- Let me help.

She needs her family around.

I'm her grandmother, too.

And she still has a mother who loves her.

I don't think that's a very good idea.

- Oh, come on, Serena.

Surely this has gone on long enough.

- Look, you know I can't agree to that.

- Jessica has changed.

Amy has already lost her dad,

you want to take her mother away as well?

- Look, I can't trust her.

I'm sorry.

You have just told me about the pain of losing a child

and now you are going to inflict that upon somebody else.

- That's hardly the same thing.

I think you should go.

- We all make mistakes, Serena.

Sometimes mistakes have consequences.

- This was our dream, this is what we talked about.

- No, this was your dream.

I didn't talk about losing everything on a sinking business.

Do you have any idea of the financial mess we're in?

- But we can turn that around, can't we?

We got enough, haven't we?

- If we get out now we can buy somewhere else,

and still have enough left over.

- What for?

- I've found a doctor.

Thinks I've got a really good chance, but it's gonna cost

thousands not hundreds.

- No.

- This could be our last chance.

My last chance to be a mom.

- I'm not going through that again, Row.

I can't.

- So, do you think she'll like it?

- I think she's going to love it.

I talked to Serena.

- Why did you do that?

- I thought she'd listen, now that Harry's.

- What happened?

- She didn't agree.

But she will.

We'll get there.

- You should have asked me first.

We're not supposed to talk to them.

- I was just trying to help.

- How, by screwing up my chances?

- Oh, Jess, stop it.

You're in this position because of what you did.

Take some responsibility for once.

Perhaps Serena's right.

Maybe you just can't be trusted yet.

- Wow.

I don't believe it.

You're on their side, aren't you?

- Jess.

Jess!

(bright classical music)

- Sykes?

- Amongst other things.

- Look, he'll be fine.

The new kennels are lovely.

- I know, it's just he's never been away from us

for this long before.

- Yeah, and if you want to go on holiday,

then he's gonna have to get used to it.

- Chicken?

(speaking in foreign language)

Frogs legs.

- Yeah.

I thought I'd get us into the holiday spirit.

- Maybe I'll just go down there and check that he's okay.

(phone ringing) - You're worrying

about nothing.

John!

That was the kennels.

Sykes has...

escaped.

- I thought she was on my side, at least.

- She is.

She's doing everything she can to support you.

- Is she?

I need money.

What chance do I have against the Wyhams?

- Don't give up.

Not now.

- You don't understand.

It's a complete mess.

I've got to do something about it.

- Jess?

- That is why I wanted to talk to you

before I went to Serena.

(clattering) (unsettling music)

I have to go.

Jessica?

Jess?

Jess?

Jessica?

(electricity buzzing)

(gasping)

(air hissing)

(water bubbling)

- She was discovered by her daughter this morning.

Claimed she found the door unlocked.

- [Barnaby] What happened here, Kam?

- It appears the victim was incapacitated

with a cattle prod, and then drowned.

- Was it an opportunistic attack?

- It's likely.

The killer seems to be improvised.

Used whatever's come to hand as a weapon.

But no sign of a forced entry.

- First her business is targeted, then she is.

Where is Jessica?

- This way.

- I bought them for Amy.

When she comes to visit.

- Jessica, I need to ask you some questions.

When did you last see your mother?

- Last night.

- Here in the surgery?

- Upstairs.

We had an argument.

- What was it about?

- Amy.

She said it was all my fault.

She was right.

- Then what happened?

- I just had to get out.

I went to the pub, and when I came back

I went straight upstairs.

Seemed Mom had already gone up.

And when I got up this morning, still no sign of her.

- Had you noticed anything different or strange

about your mother's behaviour lately?

- No.

Nothing.

Do you think this has something to do with the break in?

What if they come back?

- You'll have my preliminary report

in the next couple of hours.

I'll get the PM done ASAP.

- Thanks, Kam.

- Oh, I hear you're having some troubling

finding someone to look after Sykes while you're away.

- We need to find this murderer

or I won't be going anywhere.

- Well, it would be no trouble.

- Thank you, Kam.

- Happy to help.

- We'll get a full assessment from SOCO later.

But it's too early for them to draw any conclusions.

- Find out what you can

about both Clara and Jessica's activities.

We need to know if there's a link

between them and the horse theft.

(phone ringing) And why Clara was targeted.

- Yes, Nelson.

Really?

Thank you.

We found the horses.

(siren wails) (suspenseful music)

It's the one all right.

- Phone in the licence plate.

Find out who this belongs to.

Someone left in a hurry.

- The black mare is missing.

Lightning.

The one Harry Wyham took from Rowena Deeley.

- How far would someone go

to get their beloved horse back, I wonder?

- It's a bit extreme, isn't it?

- Never underestimate the bond

between animal and owner, Nelson.

Get all this bagged up and over to Kam.

(ominous tones)

Midsomer nectar.

Organic beer.

I've not seen this before.

See if we can find out where these came from.

- [Nelson] Will do, sir.

- Do you know how you measure a horse's height?

In hands.

You know how many hands you are?

- Two.

(laughing)

- All right, darling.

You heard about Clara?

- Yes.

- You were late back from your ride last night.

- What are you suggesting?

- Nothing.

But police are bound to ask questions,

I mean it's no secret you and she didn't see eye to eye.

- I wanted her and her daughter gone,

but I'd never lay a finger on them.

(unsettling music)

- See you later, Granny.

- Yeah, we stock that.

- Do you recall who you sold any to recently?

- Not off the top of my head, no.

Sorry.

Could have been anyone.

Fair week's pretty mad.

What makes you think it came from here, anyway?

- The brewery.

They told us this is the only pub

in the area they supply to.

- Really?

- They also told us you've only ordered two cases.

We found six bottles.

Presumably bought together.

Cast your minds back.

Sorry.

Can't help.

- We'll need to take your fingerprints.

- Why?

- The bottles were recovered from a crime scene

connected to an ongoing murder inquiry.

Where were you both this morning?

- Well, I was here.

Customers don't serve themselves.

- I was looking after Amy.

Look, whatever it is you're insinuating.

- We've recovered all of the Wyhams missing horses

apart from Lightning.

I imagine you must have missed her a great deal.

- Yes.

She was important to me.

- Important enough for you to want to steal her back?

- I'd love to get Lightning back, Inspector,

but I'm not about to break the law.

- [Nelson] Hi, Kam.

- Hi.

Ah.

Midsomer Nectar.

I'm more of a G&T girl myself,

but always nice to be brought a drink.

- Well, it might be connected

to the Harry Wyham murder case.

- Okay.

I'll see what I can get.

- Thank you.

- I've solved your problem, by the way.

- Sorry? - With Sykes.

I told Barnaby I'd take him,

so you don't have to worry about that anymore.

- Yeah, but I was gonna offer.

- Well, I suppose you still could.

- Yeah, well, maybe I will.

May the best dog sitter win.

(carnival music)

- What?

How the hell did that happen?

Look, don't call me again.

Got it.

- Hey.

Hey!

We've got a show in five minutes.

- Sorry, you're on your own.

Something's come up.

- Ah, Nelson.

Did Rowena and Niall's alibi check out?

- I'm still looking into that,

but I did get some news on the horse box.

It was registered to a Mr. Adam Thorpe.

However, he claims to have sold it just last week for cash.

- Who to?

- To a Mr. Nevins.

(tense tones)

- [Butch] All right, hold your horses.

- Funny you should say that.

The owner said he sold it to a Mr. Nevins a week ago.

- Well, I buy and sell all sorts of stuff,

for family, friends.

Most of it for cash, sight unseen.

- Including horseboxes?

- Yes.

Look, I'm not trying to be difficult, Inspector,

I just need to look back through my records.

- Do that, and I'll get one of my officers to assist you.

Are Sean and Dale here?

- [Butch] Not seen 'em.

- We'll need to speak to them, too.

- [Butch] Listen, Inspector.

- Can account for your whereabouts last night?

- I was here.

With Trina.

- [Barnaby] Is that right Mrs. Nevins?

(tense tones)

Mrs. Nevins, Clara Myerscough was murdered last night.

I'd encourage you to tell us the truth.

- Well tell him, love.

- No.

Not this time.

- Trina, come on now.

I was here with you all night.

- No, you weren't.

Not last night.

- [Barnaby] Mrs. Nevins?

- He sneaked back about two o'clock this morning.

He was out before then.

- Trina, don't do this.

- [Barnaby] Where were you, Mr. Nevins?

- I asked you what you were up to.

Why couldn't you just tell me?

(sighs)

- I had nothing to do with Clara.

I was with Geri Barkham.

From the equestrian centre.

- Thank you.

- You promised me this would never happen again.

- Right.

Thanks.

That was Kam.

She's matched the fingerprints on the beer bottles

found in the woods.

- Who do they belong to?

- Roderick Barkham.

- Why would you do a stupid thing like that?

- 'Cause I am sick of feeling second best!

You carried on with Butch.

Harry treating me like that.

I was trying to prove myself.

Get us away from here.

- How long have you known?

- It doesn't matter.

- You have to understand.

This place, the Wyhams, they always came first for you.

It was like you were always proving yourself

to them and not me.

- Are you coming with me, or what?

(door creaking)

Fine.

Butch is welcome to you.

(tyres peeling)

(siren wails)

- What was all that about, before?

Oi, I'm talking to you.

The police have been sniffing around

asking some more questions about a horse box.

- Not my problem.

- Well, it will be if they find anything.

- I reckon it's time you stop worrying about me

and took a look at yourself.

- (chuckles) What do you mean by that?

- Getting a bit old for it, aren't you?

You don't deserve Mom.

- Watch your mouth, son.

I'm not in the mood.

- Yeah.

You know, when I was a kid,

teachers used to ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up.

And I told 'em I wanted to be just like my old man.

How things change.

- You know, I was wanting a son I could be proud of.

Looks like I failed at that, too!

- I had nothing to do with stealing any horses.

- Sit down, Mr. Barkham.

Close to the table, please.

For the tape.

- Better?

- Thank you.

- Mr. Barkham, we found

some discarded beer bottles up there.

Your fingerprints were all over them.

- I'm often up there, I like the quiet.

- You had all of your clothes in the car, too.

Off somewhere in a hurry?

- My wife.

I was leaving her.

Found out she was seeing someone else.

- [Barnaby] The only thing I can't figure out

is why you'd do it.

You'd worked for the Wyhams for 20 years.

Why betray that loyalty?

- Why be loyal to people who aren't loyal to you?

- Who, the Wyhams?

- Harry.

He was making me redundant.

I devoted my life to those stables,

and he was just gonna throw me on the scrap heap.

Where did the ketamine come from?

- I don't know.

I had nothing to do with that.

- Mr. Barkham.

The robbery you participated in

could be linked to a double murder.

You need to tell us what you know.

Look, I was just up in the woods to look after the horses.

They were meant to be long gone,

but what with your road blocks and everything

we couldn't move 'em, so.

I didn't steal 'em.

I just, you know, I helped.

I took out the CCTV, disabled the gates.

- Helped who?

- No comment.

- Mr. Barkham, who else was involved?

(ominous tones)

- No, sorry Inspector.

I've said my peace.

You'll get no more from me.

- That's your prerogative.

But it won't do you any favours when it gets to court.

(screaming)

- Ladies and gentlemen it gives me great pleasure

to present this year's Harvest Queen...

- Beth Wyham!

(audience cheers and applauds)

- You can't just leave, we're a family.

- I can't stay.

Not with Dad.

Tomorrow I'm going, that's it.

- Yeah, but it'll kill Mom.

- It's not my fault she doesn't have the guts

to leave the cheating sod.

- Look.

I know what you did.

- Keep your mouth shut.

(phone ringing)

- Check Rod Barkham's phone and computer.

If he's not going to give up his accomplices,

we'll need to find them ourselves.

- Will do.

I think Rod's telling the truth

about the break in at the vet's, though.

Something not right about it.

Look, the thieves only took

the controlled substances from the drugstore.

They knew what they were after

and they knew where to find it,

yet they turned the place over in a seemingly haphazard way.

It doesn't stack up.

- [Barnaby] You think the burglary was staged?

- Possible, yeah.

- Jessica provided a witness statement, didn't she?

Speak to her again.

- Sir.

Forensics have completed their report on the horsebox.

Guess whose fingerprints are all over it?

- Mr. Nevins.

- Mr. Dale Nevins.

- You go to the vet's and speak Jessica.

I'll find Dale.

If he stole the Wyham's horses,

what else is he capable of doing?

(suspenseful music)

(knocking at door)

- Hello?

Ms. Myerscough?

Jessica.

Is everything okay?

- Yes.

I just went out for a walk.

(screaming)

(carnival music)

(laughing)

- Help me!

Help!

Help!

Help.

Will you help me?

Help.

- [Barnaby] Secure the first perimeter.

No one in or out.

I want interviews and statements from everyone on site.

What can you tell us, Kam?

- Time of death within the last two or three hours.

Cause of death would appear obvious.

In this case I expect what you see is what you get.

Again, the killer's used whatever's come to hand.

Nothing premeditated about this.

- [Barnaby] They're getting impulsive.

Let me know if you find anything else.

- [Kam] Will do.

- Did you speak to Jessica Myerscough?

- She seemed pretty shaken up.

Claimed she'd been out for a walk.

- We need to know whether she came up here.

- I'll bring her in for questioning.

- [Jessica] Please.

- No, I can't.

You're asking too much.

Serena trusts me.

- You have to.

This is my last chance.

You're the only one who truly understands, Row.

Please.

- Yeah, I saw him earlier tonight.

We had an argument.

God, the things I said to him.

- Did you know that Dale was involved

in the horse theft at the Wyham's farm?

- No.

But, I'd sort of guessed.

He was getting far too big for his boots,

I shoulda slapped him down, long ago.

- Is that how you deal with things, Mr. Nevins?

- What the hell do you mean by that?

- Your business, your reputation.

They mean a great deal to you, don't they?

How far would you go to protect them?

- The only person who's threatened my reputation

is sitting in that big manor house, Inspector.

So why are you here, and not speaking with Jasper Wyham?

- Jessica Myerscough's missing, sir.

She'd bolted before we got there.

- Put a call out, we need to find her.

(tense music)

- Is that it?

Just gonna leave it to the police, not do anything?

- We have to hold it together.

- No, Dale's dead, Mom!

- Don't do anything stupid!

- Sean's right, we can't do nothing.

It's time this ended, once and for all.

(bell ringing)

(Serena gasps)

Time we talked.

- Okay.

- [Barnaby] Any news on Jessica Myerscough?

- Not yet, but Dale's voicemail messages

confirm that Jessica masterminded

the theft up at the Wyhams.

- She staged the break in at the vets

and provided the ketamine.

So what's her motive?

- She needed money to fight the custody battle.

- [Barnaby] Or perhaps it was revenge on the Wyhams

for not letting her near her daughter.

She's clearly desperate.

We'll have to find her.

- I've got an update on the gun, as well.

The MET have matched it to one

involved in several crimes in East London.

We just need to find a link.

- There must be something more.

All this trouble started when the fair arrived.

And now both families have lost their oldest sons.

What if this feud between the two families

goes much deeper than we thought?

- Jasper will be home any minute.

- You still kept it after all these years?

I can't imagine Jasper being too chuffed about it.

- He's a lot more understanding than people think.

- (chuckles) We both know that's not true, Serena.

- Earliest I can find of any fallout

between the two families is 1980.

Jasper Wyham didn't seem to have a problem

with the Nevins before then.

Then a whole catalogue of stuff,

official complaints about the Nevins.

Noise, pollution, traffic.

Anything they could accuse them of.

- All this over one long weekend a year.

- Also Jasper wrote letters to the council

demanding the Nevins were banned from the area.

- But look at this.

Serena Wyham was crowned harvest queen in 1979.

- [Nelson] When her maiden name was Harris.

- [Barnaby] And who's this next to her?

This is Butch Nevins.

- [Nelson] And Jasper Wyham.

- [Barnaby] They don't look to be feuding

much in that picture.

- So apart from marriage,

what happened between the Harvest Fayre of 1979,

and the Harvest Fayre of 1980

that turned this relationship so toxic?

- That's what we need to find out.

- Hi, Granny.

♪ Twinkle little star ♪

♪ How I wonder what you are ♪

♪ Up above the world so high ♪

♪ Like I diamond ♪

(metal clanging)

(tyre clicking)

- Where are you, darling?

Amy?

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Amy?

Amy!

Amy!

(sirens wailing) (dramatic music)

- [Nelson] Two of you at the top

and two of you round the side.

- [Officer] Parker, you're with me,

you go round the back.

- Serena just took off looking for her.

I don't know where she went.

- Try to stay calm, Mr. Wyham.

We've got every available officer

out looking for your granddaughter.

- But I think it's time you started being straight with us.

- What do you mean?

- In 1979 something happened between you and Butch Nevins.

What was it?

- What on Earth's that got to do with anything?

- I believe it's of vital importance.

Three people have been murdered,

your granddaughter is missing.

What happened?

- But it was just a stupid fling.

Long been forgotten, ancient history.

- Serena and Butch.

- Yes, Mr. Barnaby.

Before we were married

Serena had a brief liaison with Nevins.

- That was autumn 1979.

Yet you still got married early the following spring?

- We were engaged at the time of her involvement.

And she fell pregnant by Nevins.

I had to bring the wedding forward for appearances.

- 1980.

Harry wasn't that child.

- [Barnaby] What happened to the baby?

- We agreed to tell everyone it was stillborn.

It was given up for adoption.

- Did Butch know about this?

- He was told it died like everyone else.

- Who else knew the truth?

- Only us, and Clara.

- Did you ever find out

what happened to the child after it was adopted?

- No, we didn't know anything.

Then, last year there was a letter from the adoption agency.

The child was trying to get in touch.

- Do you still have this letter?

- Amy?

Amy?

Amy!

Come on, come on.

(phone ringing)

Row?

Amy's gone missing.

I think Jessica may have taken her.

Please, please call me.

- It's from the adoption agency.

The child Serena gave up sought her help.

They wanted her to have a blood test,

establish if she was a match.

- What for?

- Some medical matter.

- Medical emergency.

Whoever sent this was clearly trying to find a viable donor.

- What did you do?

- We declined.

You have to understand,

we had Harry and Beth to think about.

Amy.

We didn't want this muck dragged up.

- The letter also asks Serena

to make the biological father aware.

- Did you contact Butch Nevins?

- No.

I didn't think it for the best.

- Thank you Mr. Wyham.

I'll get on to the adoption agency.

We need to find out who was asking for Serena's help.

- What are you doing?

Are you looking out the window?

- Thank you.

It was Niall and Rowena Deeley

who were trying to contact Serena.

It was their daughter who needed the donor.

- Isn't Rowena Amy's child minder?

Come on, lovely.

Time to go.

- Where are we going?

- I have a surprise for you.

- Okay, thanks.

The Deeley's car's been spotted up at Oak Woods.

(tyres squealing)

- I'm here.

So what's this about?

- I'll explain.

Come and have a drink.

- Amy!

- [Amy] Mommy!

- What are you gonna do?

- I'll take her as far away from this place as I can.

Somewhere safe.

(siren wailing)

(phone ringing)

- Come on, come on, pick up.

(phone ringing)

- Black Dog?

- Niall?

It's Serena.

Amy's gone missing.

I'm on my way to the village to look for her.

- What?

- [Serena] Is Rowena there?

- No.

No, she's not at the minute, but she'll be back soon.

Why don't you come over?

I'll help you look for her.

- Okay.

Okay, I'll be there in a minute.

Time to go, come on.

- Mommy! - All right.

- Come on. - Mommy!

- Don't let them take my baby.

- Turn around please, Jessica, turn around.

- Mommy!

- [Jessica] Amy.

DS NELSON: Jessica Myerscough, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of aggravated burglary

and conspiracy to kidnapping.

You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned

something which you later rely on in court

- The way the Wyhams treated Jessica was horrendous.

No mother should be denied seeing their child.

I'm not sorry I took Amy for her.

- Why do you feel so strongly about it?

- I know what it's like to lose a child.

No mother should go through that.

- What happened to your little girl?

(siren wails)

- She was sick.

She needed a kidney transplant,

but we couldn't find a donor.

- Were your families tested?

- My relatives were.

But Niall was adopted.

He's never had any contact with his biological parents.

He doesn't know who they are.

- Fancy another?

- Thanks.

Think I'll be heading, yeah?

- Oh come on, what's the rush?

Have another drink.

- No thanks, Niall.

Another time, yeah?

Let us out, Niall.

- I don't think so, Dad.

- I need all available units diverted to the Black Dog pub.

Proceed with caution.

The suspect could be armed.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, thank goodness.

- [Niall] Serena, come in.

(door lock clicking)

Rowena's just waiting for you.

- Get out.

Just run.

- Over there!

Move!

Well.

Here we all are, then.

One big happy family.

I've wondered for so long what this moment would feel like.

Both of you, finding out what you did

to the son you abandoned.

- What?

- Abandoned?

You're mistaken.

You're no child of mine.

(tyres screeching)

- [Nelson] Locked.

- [Barnaby] This way.

- She never told you?

- I didn't want to give you up.

- Tell me what?

- I thought it was the right thing.

- Serena?

- When I was pregnant, our baby didn't die.

- You told him I died?

- I didn't know what else to do.

- We had a son.

How could you keep that from me?

- I'm sorry.

- And even after you got my letter,

you still didn't think to tell him?

- What letter?

- I needed your help.

My little girl, she was sick.

I never asked either of you for anything,

but I needed you to help me.

I was trying to save her life.

- I didn't know.

- Well of course you didn't know!

You just run around getting people pregnant, don't you?

How many other illegitimate kids have you got out there?

- [Barnaby] Mr. Deeley?

- Don't come any closer.

I need to finish this.

- You were talking about your little girl.

Don't you want them to know what happened to her?

- She died.

We couldn't find a donor in time, so...

- That must have been terrible.

- Didn't have to happen.

They let her die.

So I needed them to feel the same pain.

- [Barnaby] I understand.

You killed Harry and Dale

so both of them would know how it feels.

- You, you killed my son?

- Oh, God.

- [Barnaby] Why Clara, Niall?

Why did she have to die?

- I hated doing that.

She was a friend, and she told me everything.

And when she figured out who I was--

- I can't imagine what you've been through.

But this has to stop now.

- You have no idea.

I promised her.

I promise her it would all be all right.

I had to watch my little girl get sicker and sicker,

and there was nothing I could do.

I was her dad, I was supposed to help.

- I never meant for your daughter to die.

No one should loose a child.

I wish I could go back and make it different.

I should have done something to help.

I'm so sorry.

- I can't forgive you.

You have to pay.

(Serena exclaims)

- Niall, stop.

You won't ever forget what you've suffered.

Doing this won't take away the pain of losing your daughter.

What happened to her wasn't right or fair.

But sometimes no one is to blame.

Not Butch or Serena.

Not you.

It's time for all this to stop.

- All I ever wanted was to be a good dad.

I miss her so much.

(Serena whimpers)

(sad music)

- [Sean] Dad.

- All right, son.

(siren wails)

- Your granddaughter's safe, Ms. Wyham.

She's at home with your husband.

- Thank you.

I never got to hold him when they took him away.

I told myself it would get easier, but it never did.

- It's quite something, isn't it?

The power of the love between parent and child.

Even after all these years.

- It's a bond that can never be broken.

One way or another, you can never really escape

from your family, Nelson.

- Oh, no.

I thought I donated those to charity.

- But they're my favourites.

- [Sarah] Have you packed your passport?

- Oh, you won't be needing that.

Surprise.

- What?

(playful music)

Well, yes it is.

What about La Rochelle 2003?

- What about Torquay 2007?

- Is it the same van?

No! (Barnaby chuckles)

(Sarah laughs)

- [Kam] Hello?

Hello?

- [Sarah] Oh, hello, Kam.

- [Nelson] Oh.

- Hi. - Hello.

- Is Sykes ready? - I've come to pick up Sykes.

- I'm afraid there's been a change of plan.

- [Sarah] Right.

- Sykes is coming with us.

- Great. - Not a problem.

Sykesie?

Good boy. - Enjoy your holiday!

- Send us a postcard.

- Torquay here we come!

- Dog biscuit?

- I've got a better idea.

Come on.

Come on.

(screaming)

(carnival music) - Three, two, one.

- Hey, hey! - Oh!

- Yes!

- Prize every time.

Well done, well done love.

- Good shot.

- Oh thank you.

- No, I was talking about mine.

- Kam, it was my ball that did it.

- Yours was miles away, really.

I can teach you how to throw a ball.

♪ She'll be coming round the mountain ♪

♪ Coming round the mountain ♪

♪ She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes ♪

♪ Oh you cannot shove your granny off the bus ♪

♪ Oh you cannot shove your granny off a bus ♪

♪ Oh you cannot shove your granny ♪

♪ 'Cause she's your mam ♪

(Sykes barking)

(suspenseful music) - Sykes!