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(breathes heavily) (intense uneasy music)

(clanks)

(swooshes)

(slaps) (crowd cheers)

- [Commentator] That's another six for Leo Anderson

Lower Pampling Panthers are now 94 for three.

(swooshes)

- Leo is batting like a God.

(crowd whoops)

- [Commentator] Another boundary there.

- He's going to win the game!

- [Elliot] Don't curse it.

- [Commentator] Panthers are at 98 for three.

- He needs to score a four or they are out.

Do you think he will do it?

- [Commentator] Badgers Drift has bowled well today

but the Panthers star batsman

has hit them all over the park.

(unnerving music)

(cheers)

- [Commentator] And the Panthers have done it!

Congratulations to Lower Pampling.

They'll meet Morton Shallows Sharks in the mid week final.

Today's man of the match is, of course, Leo Henderson.

Thank you all for coming today for this,

the first ever Midsomer County Premier League C-Ten Slam.

- Yes!

- [Commentator] Charity buckets are at the exits.

Please give generously

to the Causton Heroes Benevolent Fund.

(crowd cheers)

- What the hell were you playing at?

(sighs)

(uneasy music)

- What are you doing here?

Have you come to tell me how great I am?

Well, what is it?

(bangs)

(buzzes)

(bangs)

(dark dreamy music)

(clicks)

(clanks)

(crowd cheers)

- [Commentator] Ladies and Gentlemen.

Ladies and Gentlemen, please remain in your seats.

Play will resume as soon as possible.

- This way, sir.

Leo Henderson, local quantity surveyor

and captain of the Lower Pampling Panthers.

His team just made it through to the semi-finals

of the Midsomer C-Ten Slam.

- C-Ten?

- It's 10 overs a side game.

Originated in Australia.

It's being staged all through the week

culminating in a grand final on Sunday.

- And what do the winners get?

- Chance to play in the much bigger

and more prestigious Australian version.

- Sounds like a prize worth winning.

Anything on time of death?

- He died less than an hour ago apparently.

That was turned up to maximum.

20 rock hard balls were bowled at top speed

straight at him.

- If at first you don't succeed.

- [Sarah] John?

- [Barnaby] Sarah?

- I need to get my sixth formers back to the school.

- This is an odd history lesson.

I don't suppose you picked up on anything?

- No, I was too busy enjoying the game.

Although I could tell it wasn't everyone's cup of tea.

A fair few didn't stay till the end.

Do you know who it's yet?

- Leo Henderson.

- Oh no, that's awful.

- You know him?

- Well he single handedly won the match for Lower Pampling.

Right I'll see you later!

- Will she be going on the incident board, Sir?

- Who found the body?

- He's over here.

Lower Pampling's twelfth man,

he said he went in to put some things away.

One Jack Morris.

- I wonder if I might have a word if I may Mister

Morris.

- Call me Jack.

- Winter, talk to the team manager and those team mates.

See if there was any friction out on the field.

And afterwards talk to his wife.

Establish whether he had any enemies outside cricket.

Now would be good.

- Yes, Sir.

- Would you like to come with me, Sir?

- I really don't know.

Leo played a blinder but apart from a bit of sledging

Badger's Drift took the defeat well.

- I'm sorry.

Wade McMaster, I'm the team manager.

- Just trying to establish if anything went on

between the teams after the game.

- Well, obviously no one likes to lose

but that would be pretty extreme.

- There wasn't any animosity?

- No, this maybe be a different version of cricket

but the core values remain the same.

A game played by gentlemen.

Leo was a big influence on the team.

I don't know how we'll recover from this.

(sighs)

- [Jones] This is different.

- [Barnaby] Just a little.

Jack Morris?

- My old games master at school taught me cricket.

- When you found Mister Henderson, did you touch anything?

- I'm sure you know me better than that.

- I thought I did, Mister Morris.

(door thuds)

- [Jones] New interview room?

I like it.

- Would you prefer to go to the station?

- You know I'm not involved.

All I did was find the body.

- Why are you here, Jones?

- Tricky question.

And you know I'd tell you if I could.

- You turn up in Midsomer

and you don't think to get in contact?

- It's awkward.

- [Barnaby] Because you're working.

- All I'm doing is renting a room

off a distant family friend.

- Whatever it is you're really up to,

it can't get in the way of my investigation.

- I'm just here to take in some cricket.

Hopefully get a game if I can.

- We both know you're here for more than that.

But this murder takes priority at all times.

And if you come across anything connected to it,

you have to tell me.

- Sure.

- Thank you.

I know this is difficult, Missis Henderson,

but I do need to ask you just a few more questions.

Only we are treating this as a suspicious death.

- Oh my God.

- But did you have much contact with Leo

after he won the match?

- No.

He was with his team mates, I was in the members' area.

- Can you think of anyone that disliked him?

- I'm not sure there was anything to dislike.

- Thank you for your time.

- Can I see Mel?

Sorry, I'm Serena Luthando,

we've been friends since we were kids.

- I think she'd appreciate that.

I know that you've given a statement

but can you think of anyone that held a grudge against Leo?

- Well, I know half the village are up in arms about C-Ten.

There were even threats sent to Leo and Elliot, my husband.

- What sort of threats?

- Just emails.

Well, we didn't tell Mel,

we didn't see the point in worrying her.

- Okay, thank you.

- Oh Mel, I'm so sorry!

I'm so, so, sorry!

- Oh, could use a drink.

- Yeah, I think we all could.

Kia's over there.

I'll bring the drinks over.

On the house.

(clanks)

- Just so you know, Fitz.

You're out.

- What?

I kept my end of the bargain.

You saw that.

(uneasy music)

- Can't believe what's happened.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

(uneasy music)

- SOCO dusted the bowling machine for prints.

Nothing, wiped clean.

Also his wife and team mates all check out.

Hoping you had better luck with Jack Morris.

- His alibi checks out, Jones.

- I'm Winter, sir.

- Let's see what Mister Luthando can tell us.

- This C-Ten competition has clearly upset someone.

What did they send to Leo Henderson?

- It was pretty basic.

It just said "You're a disgrace!"

- [Barnaby] And that was mailed from the same account?

- Yes, it was.

- StopC-Ten@big-browsemail.co.uk

- Thank you.

I thought it was just nonsense.

- I'll get techs to take a look at it.

- Tell me, Mister Luthando,

how did you get involved in C-Ten?

- I saw it in Australia.

I bought the franchise.

There's never been anything like this in Midsomer.

- The healthy crowd would suggest it's going to be popular.

- And it doesn't eat into your life

like five days of dreary test cricket.

- Some would argue that the beauty of cricket

is its gentle pace.

(cell phone pings)

- Excuse me.

You're kidding.

Not today?

- Mister Luthando?

- Unbelievable, a referendum.

To try and ban the C-Ten Slam.

The council are asking the entire village

to come out and vote on it.

- Who runs the council?

- Two dinosaurs, Germaine Troughton

and Saint John Beachwood.

- Would that be the same Germaine Troughton

who used to captain England Ladies?

- Hum.

As the old girl lives and almost breathes.

- She's against C-Ten, I take it?

- Want to know who sent those threats, I'd start with her.

(knocks)

(door clanks)

- Mister Morris.

- Hello.

Again.

What can I help with now?

- We're actually looking for Germaine Troughton.

Who I presume is the distant family friend you mentioned.

- That she is.

I was just nipping out, so, I'll tell her you're here.

- Him again.

(dark pensive music)

- [Jones] I'll be back later.

- Do try hanging your jacket up when you get back.

That's what the hooks are for.

Would you come this way?

- [Barnaby] Tell me Missis Troughton,

do you know anything about these?

- [Germaine] Absolutely not.

Who are they addressed to?

- [Barnaby] Elliot Luthando.

But, more importantly, one went to Leo Henderson.

- We heard you were very much against the C-Ten.

- And I told Elliot and Leo to their faces

exactly what I think.

I don't hide behind threatening emails.

I've got a referendum that's gonna put a stop to all this.

- Oh that was your idea?

- Saint John and I have listened to a lot of complaints.

- Anyone specific spring to mind?

- Too many to mention.

Hence the referendum.

- You enjoyed an illustrious cricket career.

And yet now you want to ban it?

Don't you want to keep village cricket alive.

- Chief Inspector, C-Ten is not the future

of village cricket.

It would be the death of it.

(soft airy music)

(uneasy pensive music)

- [Jones] Mel.

- Hi Jack.

- Meant to come and see you earlier.

How are you?

- Still dazed, can't take it in.

- Not sure any of us can.

Leo was one of the good guys.

I liked him a lot.

(stomps)

Sounds like you've already got company.

(light suspenseful music)

(clanks)

(light suspenseful music)

(footsteps tap)

Hello?

(light suspenseful music)

Hello?

(intense music)

(gasps)

(thuds) - Jack!

He went through there.

(car rumbles)

(birds chirp)

(soft pensive music)

(rotary phone clanks)

- I have good news.

Leo is dead.

You can come back now.

- [Winter] Is there anywhere

I won't find you in Lower Pampling?

- How's Melody?

- Missis Henderson's still pretty shaken up.

Did she mention to you that anything had been taken?

- She had a look around but nothing's missing.

- You must be pretty erm, fit, playing cricket.

- I work at it.

- No enough to catch the thief though.

- Not for want of trying.

- Seems odd.

- Explain odd.

- Well you're probably fitter than the average man or woman

and yet you couldn't keep up.

- Well, maybe they play cricket as well.

- Maybe.

How well do you know Leo Henderson?

- How is that relevant?

- [Winter] I'm curious.

- I've already discussed this.

- Not with me.

- I've been here a couple of months.

I got to know him pretty well.

He was a great captain and a great batsman.

- Okay.

Well if anything else springs to mind.

- It won't.

- Okay.

- Fetch then.

- Your investigation, it won't stop

the C-Ten competition will it?

- Nice to know where your priorities lie.

- Sounds like daddy's got a tough case.

- Sorry.

It's more something odd happened yesterday.

Came a bit out of the blue.

- Do you need to talk about it?

- It'll keep.

- Just as well, we need to get moving.

See you later.

(dog barks)

- Disappointingly not a traditionalist.

(dog barks)

- So the impact of the first ball

knocked Leo Henderson unconscious,

and he fell backwards into the netting.

Then more cricket balls were fired at him

and one of them hit his heart full on and stopped it dead.

- Sounds a bit gratuitous.

- Or someone in a rage.

Thanks, Kam.

- Kam, have you got a minute?

- What is it?

- Probably nothing.

But Barnaby doesn't seem that bothered

but everywhere I turn I bump into Jack Morris.

- Is that the good looking one who found the body?

- Good looking?

- That's what the girls in SOCO are saying.

Look, if you're worried about it, talk to Barnaby.

- Every time I do he closes it down.

- Jamie, that guy checked out.

You're seeing things that aren't there.

- Right.

Well I think that concludes this month's meeting.

If I can just remind everyone to cast their votes

on the future of C-Ten, Saint John?

- We will announce the result on the day of the Final.

Mister Luthando.

- I have something for your agenda.

What happened to respect?

The minute Leo dies, you call for a referendum.

- It's just a matter of bad timing.

- Or good timing.

- I don't quite follow, Mister McMaster.

- Well, people are gonna feel very uneasy about C-Ten now.

You couldn't have got worse publicity for it.

- We merely sit on the council,

our stance is completely impartial.

- I've got a question.

Why do you hate C-Ten so much, Saint John?

- As I said and clearly, I thought, we are impartial--

- I'm not talking about we, I'm talking about you.

- Fitz, calm down.

- Look if you're gonna vote for something, vote for Leo.

He loved this game.

Please, please don't let it die.

(applauds)

- I checked Leo's finances.

There's no will, and his life insurance is pretty basic.

- So he wasn't killed for money.

- That's where it gets a little confusing.

Only I found a receipt for a First Class luxury cruise.

I called up the travel agency to check

and they confirmed that Leo paid for the trip in cash.

Ten thousand pounds give or take.

- But there's been no withdrawal

from any of his accounts for that amount?

- No, sir.

There's nothing to tell us where that money came from.

- Then I wonder if his wife can.

- It's over, there not gonna vote for C-Ten, now are they?

- Enough of that, we play on Elliot.

- You haven't even got a captain.

- Yes we do, sis.

Fitz?

- Me?

- Do it for Leo.

- I dunno--

- C'mon, be my Captain,

the team needs a leader now more than ever.

- How about that!

- [Kia] Thanks, Uncle Wade.

- Happy now?

- I will be when you get a round in.

- What do you think about that one?

- [Serena] Yes.

- Are you getting my messages?

- Yes.

- And?

- Later, okay?

- [Melody] A cruise?

Oh, Leo.

- Missis Henderson?

- One of the last times we spoke

he said he had a surprise for me.

Wouldn't say what.

- Expensive surprise.

- We'd had a few problems.

Years ago now, he was always trying to make it up to me.

- When you say problems.

- Usual stuff.

- Missis Henderson, Leo paid for the trip in cash,

we were hoping you could tell us where the money came from.

- Cash?

- It's a loose end and we'd like to tie it up.

- We don't have that sort of money lying around.

- Maybe he got it from a friend, a relative.

- I suppose Elliot may have loaned it to him.

- Mister Luthando, we'd like to know

if you gave Leo a cash loan recently.

- In the region of ten thousand pounds.

- I wish.

This year's profits will only just cover the set up costs.

It's more a long term plan.

- I'm intrigued, Mister Luthando.

You're running an architect's practise,

but you're pursuing C-Ten.

- You should try getting planning permission

past this Council.

All Germaine ever does is reject my submissions.

The woman loathes me.

- Sounds like C-Ten is a form of revenge.

- Wasn't the plan, but now you mention it,

I rather like the idea.

(blood pressure metre puffs)

- It's high.

(tears)

C-Ten get you more excited than you let on?

- Here.

I call this one Cilla.

- You call them all Cilla.

Thank you.

(dark uneasy music)

(motorcycle rumbles)

(dark uneasy music)

- You wanted to see me?

- I want back in, Butler.

- We've had this discussion.

And I'm sorry, because you're a good kid and I like you.

- You don't understand.

I'm the Captain now.

- He'd booked a luxury cruise.

I kept saying to him, you don't have to do things like that.

We're fine, we've been fine for years now.

- I know this is still very raw

but it's the anniversary today.

- Have you being listening to what I'm saying?

- Of course.

It's just that,

it's what we do, Mel.

You know that.

- You can count me out.

- What?

- Leo's been murdered.

What's the point now?

(machine hisses)

(bangs)

- Oh, no, no, no.

You're closing your stance.

- It's old habits.

- So break it.

(machine rambles)

- Broken.

- Don't get too full of yourself.

Your hand eye co-ordination just rescued you.

- Think you'll win the vote to ban C-Ten?

- It'll be close but I'm hopeful.

(machine rambles)

- Out.

- Told you, open your stance.

- [Fitz] You've got a good eye.

- But Germaine might not agree.

- So how about batting for us in the semi-final?

I was thinking you could come in number three or four.

- Oh, I'm more of an opening batsman.

- You want to take Leo's place?

Fine, the positions yours.

We can hardly prop him up at the stumps can we?

- Two games away from a trip to Australia.

- She doesn't know it yet, but the old girl's history.

- I can't help thinking that the wrong person was murdered.

Surely it should've been Elliot.

Leo was just another player

like everyone else on the Lower Pampling eleven.

- What's that doing there?

- Oh something's still bugging me about Morris.

I looked for his statement, couldn't find it anywhere.

- Oh it should be on my desk.

(soft dreamy music)

(scratches)

(soft dreamy music)

- I'm glad you called.

- Well, I thought I should tell you face to face

that I've been asked to open the batting for Lower Pampling.

- Leo's position?

- I can tell them no.

- Actually, I'd rather it was you than anyone else.

(scratches)

- It's just a branch.

- Yeah, didn't think I was the jumpy type.

- I'd say you've got good grounds.

- I'll always stay.

On the sofa, of course.

- Won't Germaine wonder where you've got to?

- I'll tell her I was practising for the semi final.

- In the dark?

- I eat a lot of carrots.

(soft sombre music)

I've never really lost someone,

so I can only imagine what it does to you.

- It makes you forgive them everything.

You focus on the good things, in fact it's,

it's like the bad never happened.

- I doubt there was any bad between you two.

- No one escapes that, Jack.

- Look, I know it's not much,

but if we make it to the Final,

I'd like you to come and watch.

- In that case you'd better make it to the Final.

(light sombre music)

(rumbles)

(light sombre music)

(suspenseful music)

(lock clicks)

(intense suspenseful music)

- The threatening emails sent to Elliot and Leo.

I've traced them to a computer's IP address.

They were sent from the local library.

So I compared the time the emails were sent

to the times that people came and went from the library.

And guess what?

- It's someone we know.

- Saint John Beachwood.

- We better have a word.

- Thought I'd drop this off on my way in.

Leo Henderson's autopsy report.

- The personal touch. (phone rings)

I like it.

(phone rings)

- Yes?

- Can we meet?

I'll be there.

- Ah!

You didn't come back last night.

- No.

I caught up with an old friend.

- You will put a stop to this, won't you?

- Have you organised a visible police presence

for the semi-final?

- Already done, sir.

- Good work.

If Leo's death is connected to the C-Ten,

we need extra eyes on the ground.

I'll be back shortly.

- What about Saint John Beachwood?

- He can wait for now.

- See.

That's not like Barnaby.

There's something definitely going on.

- Okay.

Leave it with me.

- I was really sorry to hear about Sykes.

You asked me to inform you of anything

that might help the investigation.

The thing is, if I hand it over--

- If?

- What I mean is I need it back.

They'll want to process what I've found, back in Brighton.

- If it was anyone else--

- John Barnaby.

A man amongst men.

I found this locked away in Leo Henderson's office.

There's five grand in there.

- Found it how?

- His widow asked to stay the night.

Slept on the sofa.

- Won't Melody be missing this?

- I don't think she knows about it.

This was Leo's secret.

- So the question is who gave this money to him and why?

- And if I find that out, do we have the same agreement?

- Of course.

Germaine's not a distant family friend at all, is she?

- You know I can't answer that sir.

- Hello!

Ben, oh my goodness!

- Sarah.

- Oh, you thought you'd surprise me, eh?

Oh well it's a lovely surprise at that.

How good to see you. - You too.

Hi, Betty, you've grown.

Is that the rabbit I sent her?

- Yeah she loves it.

She can't sleep without it.

- Nice to know her Godfather got something right.

- I knew you were the man for the job.

John suggested some relative I can't bear.

- Nice to know I got past your selection process then.

- Every time.

How's your gran?

Is she out of hospital yet?

- Yeah thanks, she's fighting fit.

- Okay, good, and how's Kate?

- Loving the sea views.

- Anyway, back to the matter of hand--

- You will be staying for lunch?

- Slightly tricky.

- Jones'll call again I'm sure.

- Yeah.

- Wait, you can't be going?

You've only just got here.

- Sarah, I don't want to say this to you of all people,

but you haven't seen me.

(door thuds)

- I don't understand, sir.

You can't say where this came from?

- Not at the moment.

Can you ask Kam, nicely of course,

to do the forensics on this.

- Sure.

- By the way, did anybody check Melody Henderson's house

post the burglary?

- SOCO dusted that's all, nothing came back.

- Then ask Kam, doubly nicely, to go there and check,

see if anything was missed.

- Sir.

- [Players] Panthers!

- You should've come with me yesterday,

it would have helped.

- Helped you or me though?

- I thought we had a deal?

You weren't gonna come and watch til the final, remember?

- Ah I wasn't sure you'd make it to the final.

- Well I better have a quick net then.

- [Melody] You'd better.

(light suspenseful music)

- Threatening emails?

I'm sorry, I'm a complete luddite,

you're barking up the wrong tree there.

I must get to the Semi-Final.

- Just a moment, Mister Beachwood.

- Before you dash off.

- You signed in to use the computer

at the corresponding times that the emails were sent.

- You really mustn't tell Germaine.

- Germaine?

This is a murder investigation, Mister Beachwood.

- This was purely for her, I swear.

- But why threaten Leo Henderson?

- Clearly you've never met the man.

Will I be charged over this?

- Not this time.

But please don't give me any reason

to come back here, Mister Beachwood.

Is everything okay?

- Uh, yes.

Absolutely, yes.

(soft sombre music)

(bangs)

(bangs)

(uneasy music)

- [Serena] Mister Morris.

- Serena, isn't it?

- I thought we should have a word.

- Will have to be a quick one, game's about to start.

- It's just that Mel is pretty vulnerable right now.

- Think I noticed that, but thanks.

- I want you to stay away from her.

- That's not your call.

- I'm making it my call.

So stay out of her house and out of her life.

Do you understand?

(bangs)

- What the hell!

- Keep your distance, Mister Morris.

(whoops)

(crowd claps)

- [Cheerleaders] Go, Panthers, go, go, go, Panthers!

- You've got some nerve.

- We're in the eye of the storm, Germaine.

- No better place to make a stand.

- [Commentator] And the Panthers seem to be struggling

after electing to field first in today's semi-final.

(crowd whoops)

- Wide ball.

Wide.

- [Commentator] Another wide for the Panthers' captain

- That was the worst bowling I have ever seen.

- I had a bad day, okay.

And remember who you're talking to, I'm the Captain.

- [Commentator] And with two over to go,

still holding his own for Lower Pampling

is new comer Jack Morris.

(soft uplifting music)

(crowd cheers)

Oh that's a lovely strike for four runs.

- He's pretty good this Jack Morris.

- Yeah, yeah, he is.

Wonder of wonders, you've got the afternoon off.

- I had some time due.

Besides this game will be quick.

To be honest it's good to escape for a bit,

it's a tough case that John is working on.

- Hm, he seems a bit uptight about it.

- Sorry, I feel like I'm prying where I shouldn't

but you two are okay?

- Yeah, we've never been happier.

- That's what I said to Winter.

(crowd whoops)

- [Commentator] And there's four, another four.

- He's played some classic shots, your lodger.

It's like he's watched some old footage of you in your pomp.

- Hum!

Well perhaps he has at that.

- [Commentator] He'll get two there.

- Mate, what are you doing?

You promised me.

- I will sort it, I swear.

- [Commentator] Morris needs one more boundary to win.

(suspenseful music)

(buzzes) And there it is!

Pampling Panthers are through to the final

with an excellent batting display to bring them back

from the brink of defeat.

And thanks go once again to the Lower Pampling cheerleaders.

It has been fantastic today, very entertaining.

- The new guy's too good.

Best get him onside before the Final.

Maybe show me what a great Captain you are.

(sombre music)

- [All] Cheers.

- Listen up everyone,

I've got a very sombre announcement to make.

First drinks are on the house!

(all cheer)

My boys did Leo proud.

We're in the Final.

- Captain Fantastic.

- Dunno if I did that much.

- I am so coming to Australia with you.

- Oh well, we're not quite there yet.

- You'd have made Leo proud batting like that.

- Ah, I'm glad you think so.

- Sis, where's Elliot?

- Where do you think?

Work as usual.

- The man needs some family time.

- You think I don't tell him that?

- [Wade] Gin and tonic.

- Last chance saloon.

(water rushes)

(door clicks)

(door thuds)

- That was a pretty special innings.

- Well, someone had to make up for your bowling.

- Listen about that.

You're a smart guy, you knew what I was doing right?

- How many wide's and no balls did they tell you to bowl?

I counted five in two overs.

- See, I knew it, I knew you were smart.

But also you haven't told anyone.

Which intrigues me.

- Who am I gonna tell?

- Listen, Jack, I'm going to be open and honest here.

I can make you a lot of money.

You and me, if we throw the Final, we can cash in big time.

- You've got the wrong guy.

- You don't understand.

I keep screwing up and I need to make this happen.

- That's just not cricket, mate.

(unnerving music)

- It's Fitz.

Doesn't matter how I got your number, look we need to talk.

- You all right?

- Yeah, fine.

Look, I'll be back in a bit.

- Hi, sorry I was gonna join you at the pub,

just got a bit bogged down.

- Never mind.

Pounding headache.

Might have a lie down.

- Serena.

- Yes?

- When I've got C-Ten all set up and running,

I'll have more time.

(eerie music)

(light pensive music)

(phone tones)

- C'mon, pick up the phone, pick up the phone.

(intense suspenseful music)

(croaks)

- [Kam] Easy.

- [Winter] That's taking tree hugging a bit far, isn't it?

- [Kam] One Fitz Theara, Captain of Lower Pampling.

- Another dead Captain.

- Indeed.

- [Barnaby] Someone had the strength to do that to him?

- We've found evidence that a blunt force was used

on the top of a sharpened cricket stump.

Several times over until he was pinned to the tree.

- Who found him?

- Over there.

She was on her way to visit her patients in the village.

Okay let's get the stump out.

Okay, easy.

Easy now.

Slowly, careful.

Just move the body across on his front.

Careful.

Careful.

- What's all that?

- It's the first I've seen of it.

- Can you get me some pictures?

It could be that he was pinned

to this particular tree on purpose.

I wanna know where that came from ASAP,

see if there are any missing from the cricket club.

Also check phone records, who didn't like Fitz,

who last saw him alive.

- [Winter] You think it's the same killer?

- The second captain to be murdered.

It's beginning to look like a poisoned chalice.

(phone rings)

Barnaby.

- I'm sorry to do this

but I do need to ask you some questions.

Did you know the victim?

- Yes, he's my daughter's boyfriend.

- So you knew him well?

- Reasonably.

- Can you think of any one who might want to do this to him?

- I'm sorry, I can't.

He was a really decent lad, I can't imaging anyone

who'd want to do this to him.

(pants)

Kia, Kia, Kia!

Shhh.

(breathes rapidly)

- I was waiting up for him.

I don't understand.

- Shhh.

- Why was he all the way out here?

Mum.

- It's okay.

It's okay.

(mournful music)

- Kam didn't find any traces or fibres on Fitz's body.

- Time of death?

- Around 7:00 p.m. last night.

Also we don't know what it means

but the notches on the tree, there are exactly 20 of them.

The last one made a day ago at most.

- And the other nineteen?

When were they made?

- [Winter] Kam's still running tests.

(phone rings)

- Barnaby.

Oh he is?

Thank you.

- Look smart, we've got a guest.

- Sorry, but I'm gonna need your help.

My bosses have sanctioned

that I work openly with you from now on.

- What bosses?

- I couldn't tell you before but Jones was once you.

- DI Ben Jones.

I'm working undercover on a large scale match fixing ring.

We believe it originated in Australia

with the start of C-Ten over there.

But now it's popping up all over the country,

and for match fixers it's ideal.

The amateur game flies under the usual watchdog radars.

- I had you down as a suspect.

- Well if it helps any I would've had myself down as one.

- So what exactly is Germaine Troughton's role in all this?

- As far as Germaine's concerned I'm Jack Morris.

I couldn't infiltrate a cricket team

without having a connection to the village.

So Germaine was approached and sworn to secrecy.

She agreed as soon as she thought

it might put an end to C-Ten.

- What I want to know from you is, do you think

there's a connected between the murders and match fixing?

- I didn't initially.

But last night Fitz approached me and openly encouraged me

to sign up, make myself a lot of money.

- And then Fitz gets murdered straight afterwards.

- I'm worried it's because I turned him down.

- Why did you do that?

Surely that's the break you wanted?

- I couldn't risk appearing too keen.

I was gonna go back today, tell him I'd slept on it.

- So if Fitz was murdered, because you turned him down,

what did Leo Henderson do to get himself killed?

- My guess is he won the quarter-final.

- And you think he was bribed not to?

- It's a hunch at best.

- It would explain how he paid for the cruise in cash.

- So Leo was meant to have given his wicket away cheaply?

- More that he didn't score past a certain total.

See, the betting works in insidious ways.

They back the number of wides bowled, no-balls,

runs a certain batsman makes, run outs.

So it looks as if it's just another game of cricket.

- Only it's orchestrated.

- Mm-hm.

- We need to know exactly how these bets are being laid.

- If it's illegal, it could be on the Dark Web.

- If Leo and Fitz were murdered by match fixers,

then I'm afraid we have to hope

that you get approached again, Jones.

- Hello.

C-Ten'll bring lots of business to the village.

If I win, we all win.

So please think about it carefully.

Hope I can rely on you Peter.

- Have you spoken to Kia yet?

- I haven't had a second.

- Elliot, some things are more important.

- You don't understand how wrong you are, Serena.

You really, no idea.

Hello, lovely.

Even if you don't like cricket, think of the profits.

Johnny, nice to see you.

- There's no laptop or tablet

and no sign of Fitz's phone either.

- Perhaps his killer took it.

- But I found invoices for building work Fitz carried out.

Seems Elliot Luthando owes him a lot of money.

- Hm, look into Luthando,

find out everything you can about him.

Maybe he's running the C-Ten

as a cover for the match fixing.

- Leo was Elliot's best friend.

- Leo didn't play ball, did he?

- You got a moment?

- Looks like I have now.

- You were talking to Fitz yesterday.

- Poor guy, terrible business.

- Tragic, but I was wondering.

Did he say anything to you?

- Yeah, "Well played."

- You're a funny guy.

- Tell you what, why don't you tell me

what you think he said?

- That you could be a valuable commodity.

- I'm not that guy.

- Everyone's that guy, for the right price.

Look at you, you've no job,

you're shacked up with that old girl, what is it?

You get made redundant?

Did your wife leave you?

Leo was barely cold and you were straight round to Melody's.

That's a desperate man.

- So it was you at her house?

- I was just looking for what was mine.

I paid Leo a lot of money to get himself out early.

But he just couldn't resist a shot of glory.

- What if I'm made of the same stuff?

- Don't be a fool Jack.

Everyone wants a better life.

Especially someone like you.

(light eerie music)

(birds chirp)

(suspenseful music)

- My God.

- Okay, thanks.

Had someone digging into Elliot's finances

and how about this: he was on the verge of bankruptcy.

- Which could make match fixing extremely tempting.

Tell us about your relationship with Fitz Theara.

- [Elliot] There wasn't one.

- Try a little harder.

- We know that he worked for you now and then.

- And you owed him money

for work he carried out several months ago.

Where were you last night between 6:30 and 7:00 p.m.?

- Here.

I fell asleep at my desk.

- Working late then?

- Always.

- We checked with the village planning committee.

You haven't submitted anything new in three months.

- You're nearly bankrupt, so we'd like to know

where you got the finance to put the C-Ten tournament on.

- Your information is wrong.

- Can you tell us what you're working on now then?

- That's my business.

- Winter, unplug Mister Luthando's computer would you?

- Excuse me?

- We have uncovered evidence of match fixing.

And your C-Ten Slam has been infiltrated.

- Hang on, the matches were rigged?

- Two men who we know were involved have been murdered.

You have connections to both and no alibi.

- I'm not a murderer.

I'm a gambler.

I bet on anything.

Even the C-Ten.

So please, do me a favour and take it away.

- When will the result of the vote be announced?

- Between the innings of the C-Ten Final.

- I'm sorry I have to play.

- No, you're not.

But if it helps to catch a match fixer.

(door knocks)

- I'll get it.

(doors clank)

(suspenseful music)

- [Germaine] Who is it?

- Oh, it's some prankster.

(suspenseful music)

(doors clank)

- [Winter] Thank you ma'am.

- So, I was carbon dating the notches in the tree

when one of my team found this.

The petals are fading, so it must have been there

before Fitz was killed.

Also, I've got an update on the tree.

As far as I can tell the notches have been made

roughly around the same day every year.

- And the last notch was made?

- Two days ago.

- So there are 20 notches on the tree

and let's not forget that 20 cricket balls were used

to batter Leo.

Could be a coincidence.

Winter, indulge me, would you?

- Of course, sir.

- Go back 20 years, find out if anything unusual happened

in Lower Pampling around that time.

(door bell chimes)

(dark suspenseful music)

- I was going to call you last night.

But I know Serena warned you off.

- Oh she'll have to try harder than that.

You got any idea who might have left you this?

- Not really.

- Not really?

- I mean no.

I'm not sure I want to find out either.

- Look, I'll call the police--

- Do you have to?

- You don't want to report it?

- If you don't mind.

(soft pensive music)

- Butler Styles approached me, then left me this.

15 K up front, and another 15 after I do what they want.

- [Barnaby] They?

- Butler can't be the brains behind this.

He's the gopher, the middle man.

- Well all the same we'll look into him.

So who else are we looking at?

- Well that's the next step.

- These people are dangerous, Jones.

- I'm too close to walk away now.

- Then at least do us a favour?

- What?

- Don't, whatever you do, become Captain.

The last two didn't have a lot of luck.

- I'll bear that in mind.

Oh by the way.

Someone left this for Melody last night.

Might be significant.

(motor engine rumbles)

- Jones.

- I know, sir.

- Let's ask Saint John why we keep finding

his beheaded flowers.

- Sir, you may want to have a look at this.

That's Melody Henderson and that's Serena Luthando.

- With a girl who went missing two decades ago no less.

Cilla Troughton, daughter of retired

England cricket captain Germaine Troughton.

- [Germaine] Well I don't understand.

- We believe we've found a memorial of sorts

to your daughter.

- I'm sorry, what are you saying?

Why would there be a memorial?

- Would you care to explain these, Mister Beachwood?

Only we found one where Fitz Theara was murdered.

- And the other one was attached to a wreath

sent to Melody Henderson.

- [Barnaby] Can you tell us how they got there?

- What's as that got to do with Cilla?

- Mister Beachwood?

- I'm sorry, I'm at a complete loss.

- We saw the beheaded flowers in your garden.

And I know you saw them too.

- Probably vandals.

- Is there something you would like to tell us?

Has Cilla returned to Lower Pampling?

- No, of course, she hasn't, I'd know if she had.

- You haven't heard from her recently?

- Not in 20 years.

- Huh, see you got my little gift then.

- It's a lot of money.

- The tip of a very big iceberg.

Well step into my office

and I'll give you your instructions.

I don't bite.

- Oh, it's not your bite that worries me.

- Meaning what?

- I want to talk to the organ grinder not the monkey.

- Now listen-- - No, mate, you listen.

I don't want to end up like Leo and Fitz.

I want guarantees, from the top man.

Or woman.

- It doesn't work like that.

- Then it's time it did.

- We've got a problem.

(phone beeps)

(soft suspenseful music)

(door thuds)

(soft suspenseful music)

(gasps)

- Hello?

- Mel?

- [Melody] Serena?

- [Serena] You got the same text?

- [Melody] Yes.

Serena?

- [Serena] They are not moving.

- [Melody] Good, now let's get out of here.

- [Serena] Hello?

- Let's just call someone.

(Serena shrieks)

- Hello, girls.

Long time no see.

- Cilla?

(bell tolls)

(eerie music)

(stadium floodlights buzz)

(screen buzzes)

(electronic panel beeps)

- That's nice, a little memorial for me.

Did you like the ones I left for you?

Oh, sorry, did I scare you?

- I don't understand.

Why you here?

- And why did you call us to the tree?

- Because this is where you left me.

Curled up, crying, begging.

- When did you get back?

- You're asking the wrong question, Mel.

Listen.

Can you hear it?

That's the sound of your scared hearts pounding.

Count the beats, go on.

Then add them together.

And then you'll get a sense of just how frightened I was

when you left me here 20 years ago.

- So you're here to get your own back?

(electronic panel beeps)

- You know the deal.

(electronic panel beeps)

Well put it down to the not uncommon fear of being killed.

(electronic panel hisses)

(electronic panel beeps)

Yeah, I'm laughing so hard right now.

(electronic panel beeps)

Let's do this face to face.

(electronic panel beeps)

Wade?

- You've got two choices, Jack.

One, you fix the match.

Or two, I fix you.

Don't screw it up.

Captain.

- Captain?

- I'll throw that in with the deal.

(electronic panel beeps)

- [Serena] Why you here?

Why haven't you arrested Cilla?

- [Winter] We went to her mother,

she had no idea she's even back.

- [Barnaby] Talk us through what happened last night.

We know that Cilla disappeared 20 years ago.

But we don't know why.

- We were friends.

The three of us.

Inseparable.

We had our own code, our own rules.

All for one and all that.

- But it clearly didn't last.

- Mel married young.

Leo was the prize catch, the one all the girls wanted.

And then, after a while, he looked elsewhere.

To Cilla.

- They had an affair?

- It tore Mel's heart out.

All those years of friendship reduced to nothing,

so we went after Cilla.

We drove her to the outskirts of the village

in the dead of night, screamed, shouted,

and we told her,

Don't ever come back.

- But why the memorial?

- After she left, we regretted what we'd done.

We tried to find her, but we couldn't.

Time went past and we started to think

something must have happened to her.

- And now she's back.

- You need to speak to your mother.

What happens if she bumped into Serena or Melody

and they tell her they'd seen you.

Imagine what that would do to her.

- She did a lot worse to me.

- She misses you.

I've missed you too.

- I know that.

And you've always been like a father to me.

But you need to let this go.

(door knocks)

(door knocks)

- Is Cilla Troughton staying here?

- Come in.

- I went for a walk last night.

Arrest me.

- You left two women terrified.

- Poor them.

- I'd like to hear your version

of what happened 20 years ago.

- I fell for the wrong man yet I was the one

hounded out of the village.

They say it takes two to tango?

Not in this case.

- When did you come back to Lower Pampling?

- After Leo was killed, trust me.

- We'll still need to know your whereabouts,

at the times of both murders.

- I didn't even meet Fitz, let alone know him.

- Cilla, we know you have a police record for stalking.

- We ran a check on you.

10 years ago you had a restraining order placed on you.

- A family complained that you kept showing up

everywhere they went.

- Is that all you've got?

- Like it or not you're involved

in a murder investigation, Cilla.

- Well, you've got it wrong.

- Don't leave the village without letting us know.

- Listen, you mustn't be angry.

- [Germaine] Cilla?

- I told you I don't want to see her.

- Wade McMaster approached Jones last night.

He's the brains behind the match fixing.

Butler Styles is his right hand man.

Question is can we put either of them

at the scene of both murders?

- The tech team went through Elliot Luthando's computer.

They found a link to a gambling site

taking bets on the C-Ten Slam.

- Have they managed to get an IP address?

- Yes, no match with Wade or Butler's computer.

- Who then?

- They traced the email.

(phone rings)

- Why am I here?

- You do know what you've been doing, don't you, Kia?

- Helping my uncle.

- You've been working on his betting site.

- That's a crime?

- It is when it's match fixing.

- The odds are crooked, the games are fixed.

- No.

My Uncle Wade wouldn't do that.

He wouldn't.

- Your boyfriend Fitz was also involved.

It might be why he was murdered.

- It's true, Kia.

- But last time I saw him he had a plan,

we were going to Australia for the C-Ten trip.

- Possibly on illegal proceeds.

- No.

Fitz would've told me.

- He couldn't.

Your uncle wouldn't allow that.

- Kia, your father places bets on Wade's gambling site.

He's almost bankrupt because of the losses he's incurred.

Your uncle has all but wrecked your parents' lives.

- And he could be linked to both murders.

You could help us, Kia.

- I don't understand.

I don't know what to say.

Where have you been?

What have you been doing?

- That's a good question.

Cleaner, dishwasher, barmaid.

I've had to be to survive.

- You never thought to come home?

- To what exactly?

- So why are you here now?

- I got tired of seeing you on your own, Germaine,

I couldn't bear it, so a few months ago

I set about looking for Cilla.

- And you kept that from me?

- Saint John tracked me down.

He thought he could make things better.

I hoped so too but when I got back I just couldn't face you.

- How could you just disappear?

Every time the phone rang I thought it might be you.

- You seriously thought that?

After what you did?

I called you that night.

After Serena and Mel were so horrible.

I needed to be somewhere safe.

- I never really understood what was happening.

- You didn't even listen.

You said "No, I don't want you here."

- Living together was hopeless, it never worked.

- "I don't want you here."

Those were your words.

And then you hung up on me.

- Well here I am, we can try again, can't we?

- I knew this was a mistake.

(car screeches)

(dark intense music)

(police horn howls)

- There's no sign upstairs, Sir.

- Have you tried the back?

- [Female Officer] Yes, sir.

- They picked up Butler but Wade's gone AWOL.

All local forces are on alert.

- Killing Leo I can understand.

But Fitz played his part, he bowled his wides and no balls.

He didn't let them down.

So why kill him and then risk their entire set up

by approaching a new player in Jones?

- You don't think the murders

are linked to the match fixing do you, Sir?

- It doesn't add up.

What have you got for me?

- This is the file on Cilla's restraining order.

Sir, It wasn't the family she kept trying to see,

but more specifically their adopted son.

- And how old is this child now?

- Nineteen.

- Which means he was conceived 20 years ago.

- [Winter] That number keeps coming up, sir.

Do you think this is Cilla son?

- If he is, it's likely that Leo is the father.

- Odd no one's mentioned it?

- Indeed.

I suspect we may find the answer at the C-Ten final.

(soft sombre music)

- I see you've been washing your own kit.

- For once.

I even hung my jacket up.

That's got to be worth a gold star.

Aren't you gonna wish me luck??

- [Commentator] Ladies and gentlemen,

Welcome to the first ever final of Midsomer county

premier league C-Ten Slam.

- Serena, please.

Your brother, he made fools of us all, Serena.

- Oh well, he wasn't the only one to fool us, was he?

At least he didn't gamble away all our money?

- [Commentator] It's a beautiful day for a beautiful game.

It's nice to see so many people here.

(cheerleaders cheer)

(bangs)

(thuds)

(intense eerie music) (cheerleaders cheer)

- [Commentator] 10, nine, eight, seven, six,

five, four, three, two, one. (horn blows)

- I don't see Jones out there.

- I didn't know we were looking for him.

- We're not.

(chuckles)

- Oh, have you come to watch the Final?

- This is a work visit I'm afraid.

I knew you were a modernist.

- [Sarah] We noticed Ben isn't playing.

- Isn't he?

His car's here.

(grunts)

- Hey, I don't understand!

(phone rings)

What have I ever done to you?

(shrieks) (bangs)

Your gonna regret this.

I promise you.

- No answer.

I need a last known triangulation on the phone number

I'm about to send you.

- We're on, sir.

- You better go.

- Saint John.

- Chief Inspector.

- There's something that's been worrying me.

Why now?

Why decide to track Cilla down now, after all these years?

What happened?

- I'm sorry, I should have told you.

- [Kia] Hello!

Hello!

- I couldn't believe it when you texted me?

You come alone?

- Where have you been?

- I know how to hide.

- I might beg to differ.

- This was for making me believe in you.

- We've got you on a series of match fixing counts.

But I want to know is, where have you got Jones?

- Jones?

Who's Jones? - Jack Morris.

- He'll be at the game, won't he?

- Winter, I've got the triangulation back.

I know where Jones is.

- Just so you know, your grip's all wrong.

- [Barnaby] One more innings?

Germaine.

That was some risk you took.

Living with a policeman

while trying to get away with murder.

- Leo wasn't planned.

Just a spur of the moment thing.

Red mist descending.

- You need to learn to count to 10.

- What did Leo do that upset you so much?

- I never had any time for him!

- This wasn't about C-Ten, was it?

- I don't know what you mean.

- We know about your grandson.

Cilla's son.

He contacted you, didn't he?

- He was looking for his mother.

- And you couldn't help him,

couldn't offer him a single thing.

- So I went to see Leo.

Find out whatever he knew about his son.

Turned out he'd known about him all along.

All he was worried about was Melody finding out (snickers).

He threatened me.

He said if she found out, I would be very, very sorry.

- But after the quarter-final you sought Leo out again.

- I was so angry!

He was so uncaring about Cilla.

So arrogant, boasting about his great innings.

I kept thinking about Cilla's life, my life.

How they could have been so much better.

I just wanted to shut him up.

And the bowling machine was right there.

- Tell me about Fitz.

- He was just outside the practise area when I killed Leo.

I had no idea until he phoned me and he wanted money.

Lots and lots of money.

- [Jones] And what about me, Germaine?

- I thought you knew!

The way you looked at me this morning, you'd...

That stump, my test match trophy stump,

had been on the wall and it wasn't there any more.

- The stump you used to kill Fitz.

- You're a policeman, you must have worked it out.

I thought you knew.

- I didn't even notice, Germaine.

- [Cilla] Mum?

- No, no, take her away,

I don't want her to see me like this.

- You heard from my son.

What did he say?

Did he ask about me?

- He was looking for you.

There was no way that I could help him.

If you knew how much I regretted all those years--

- I called you that night!

I was trying to tell you that I was pregnant

and all you had to do was listen.

And you didn't.

What have you done?

- I am so sorry.

For everything.

I really let the side down, didn't I?

And you.

(intense sombre music)

- Thanks.

- It's lucky it was your head.

- Very amusing.

And thanks for the help with Wade.

- Anytime.

- Wait, please.

- Something I want to give you.

Should have given it to you years ago.

- No.

- Take it, the house is yours.

- I can't.

- Take it.

I want you to be safe.

An I want your son to be safe.

I know he wants you to call him.

Look after him.

Like I should have looked after you.

- [Commentator] As promised the results

of the C-Ten referendum.

Those in favour of C-Ten, 188.

(cheers)

- [Commentator] Those against, 181.

(crowd cheers) - Yes!

- [Commentator] The vote in favour wins.

C-Ten looks set to stay.

- Don't get too excited, Elliot.

Kia and I will be running this from now on.

- Serena, I need to find Cilla.

It's tie to apologise properly.

Are you coming?

- How's that?

Clean bowled.

- Germaine.

- [Commentator] And we've still got all to play

for in the C-Ten final.

With one ball remaining,

the whole competition could go either way.

(breathes heavily) (intense uneasy music)

- [Kam] Come on, Jones!

- Well, I'm not sure he should even be playing.

- Well, if he collapses I'm a doctor.

Of sorts.

- Maybe I should introduce you two properly after the game.

- What do they need?

- A six.

He'd better hold his nerve.

- His nerve will be fine.

He was very well trained.

(dog growls)

(intense uneasy music)

- Yes!

- [Commentator] A six, a fantastic score

for a fantastic competition.

Congratulations to the Lower Pampling Panthers.

Thanks also go to the gallant runners up, Causton Crusaders.

See you all again next year folks.

- Not too shabby, captain Jones.

- Australia here you come.

- Australia?

- Oh I doubt that.

- [Barnaby] Well done, Jones.

- You're being subtle.

- Oh I'm out of practise, not used to being single.

- Single?

What you finished with, what's his name?

You never said.

- You never asked.

- Shall we get the beers in?

So how you finding him?

Does he still stand there

and do that weird squinting when he's thinking?

- Oh yeah, loads.

I thought he was short sighted at first.

- Never calls you by your first name?

- I don't think he knows what it is.

- You never know what he's thinking.

- Yeah we're not mind readers.

- Thank you, Ben and?

- Jamie, Sir.

- Jamie.

- [Together] Cheers!

- Thank you.

So a little bird tells me you've not been yourself lately.

- I finally realised the future isn't actually on its way.

In truth it's already arrived.

Ah, Paddy, my boy, you were right all along.

You've got to move with the times.

- Cheers!

(glasses clink)

(dark dreamy music)