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[laboured breathing, muffled shouting]

[distorted voice]

-[loud thud] -[man screams]

Get that bloody ball out!

[man] Come on, boys, turn it around. Oh, come on, Jakey!

Yes!

[applause, cheering]

[man] Well done, Jakey! Well done, Jakey!

That was real close, Jakey.

Another five minutes and you would've had me.

What did you say?

I think I said

another five minutes and you would've had me.

[laughs] What?

What are gonna do, eh?

All right...

[coach] Enough!

[coach] Not on my time.

-Understood? -Yes, coach.

Yes, coach.

Right. Everyone inside now!

Bill? How are my boys?

Soft and slow.

-We were the same pre-season. -[coach] Speak for yourself.

Danny Wickham's got a smart mouth.

Mark, he's also got what it takes on the pitch.

For how long?

We need him.

Thank you!

Oh, hello. Thank you!

[doorbell jingles]

Hello?!

Gran?

This place looks more like a knocking shop

every time I see it.

How was your day?

[laughs]

Neville's got me squeezing rubber balls.

He said it's good for my grip and fine finger control.

Next stop, shoelaces.

One day. What time will you be home?

Oh, I should've said. I'm working late.

And what has Princess Not-So-Bright got you to do now?

It's not Samantha.

[quietly] A new recipe. I think you're gonna like it.

Ooh! [laughs]

-Oh! Is this you? -Yeah.

[Gram] Oh!

Oh, little bird! Oh!

[machine whirrs, beeps]

Right, lads, out you come.

-Come on, fat boy, hurry up. -[man 2] Oh! Hey!

[man chuckles] Come on. Move it.

Two weeks until the start of the season.

You think they'll be ready?

Training's right on schedule.

[electronic beeping]

Cheers, Debbie.

No problem, Mr Viner.

[door slams]

[signal beeping]

What you doing?

Someone left you a message.

-Who's it from? -Seriously?

This can't go on, Mark. It has to stop.

I've got work to do.

[machine whirrs, beeps]

[machine whirrs, beeps]

[beeps, whirring]

[muffled shouting]

[screams]

[woman screams]

[theme music playing]

[grunting]

[coach] Crouch! Blind! Set!

[all] One, two, three, four! One, two!

[grunts]

Sir?

Mark Adler, businessman.

Owns this place and the Causton Lions.

Who found him?

Debbie Gallagher. She works here.

Sports massage, soft tissue injury, that sort of thing.

What ever happened to the good old magic sponge?

I hope you brought your thermals.

[woman] This is a first.

Usually, they're frozen after I examine them.

And that was how he died?

No external wounds, no blunt force trauma,

no signs of strangulation,

nothing under the fingernails to suggest a fight.

So, yes. I'd say he died

because he got turned into a human lolly.

How about time of death?

Yes, well, allowing for the massive fluctuation

in body temperature...

Roughly?

About five past eight last night.

Whenever the chamber's used, the time's logged automatically.

Once the temperature dropped,

he'll have had a minute, maybe less.

Normally in one of these things, the body is subjected to

temperatures of -60 degrees Centigrade for five minutes.

And last night?

Minus 150.

What was he doing and why didn't he try to get out?

Sorry.

Not my aisle.

Hmm.

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

Just don't expect anything quickly.

Because of, er, understaffing,

budget cuts and a ridiculous workload?

'Cause I'll need to defrost him first.

-Debbie Gallagher? -Yeah.

I'm DCI Barnaby.

I told him-- Mr Adler.

I tell everyone you don't go into the chamber like that,

not on your own.

It's like the first lesson in case something...

Is the chamber used a lot?

[sighs] It's good for sports injuries.

It's like an icepack, only better.

Why was Mark Adler in there?

It was Dad's idea.

[Winter] Your dad's?

Neville Gallagher. He's the Lions' physio.

Besides you, who knows how to operate the control panel?

Anyone who can use a touchpad.

Do we know the next of kin?

Wife Samantha. Family Liaison are with her now.

And this is where the Lions train.

Let's see what they thought of the boss then, shall we?

[siren wails]

[man shouting haka]

[all shouting haka]

[coach] Mark brought in three Kiwis

and two Samoans last season.

The haka was their idea.

I come up with the words and they did the rest.

Hmm!

"How swift are your legs? Swifter than the wind.

How full are your hearts? Full to the brim.

Today, the sun will shine

because together we are stronger than a hundred,

braver than a thousand.

Today, we are one."

Stirring stuff.

Well, it does the job.

They're not really into it today-- not after...

But I can't interrupt the training schedule.

Mark thought I relied too much on schedules.

You used to play together, didn't you?

Long time ago.

He was the best player I knew.

After me, of course.

Can you think of anyone who might want to hurt him?

Not really. No.

He upset a few people when he took over the Lions, I know.

In what way?

Well, he made it a professional team,

replaced the staff

and most of the players and it worked.

Last season, we were bottom of the third league

Now, the premier league's in our sights.

-[groans] -Are you okay?

Yeah. It's from when I played.

Someone steamed into the ruck with their foot up.

Couple of seconds, all it took to end my career.

I'm sorry.

Ah, it's worse in winter.

I went to Corsica a few weeks ago,

you know, a pre-season break.

Barely noticed it.

-Maybe I should emigrate. -Hmm!

You ever find out who did it?

Nah.

I had my suspicions.

There were some incidents, threats.

A few of the players didn't like what I'd done.

What had you done?

I came out.

I thought cryotherapy might help.

With what, Mr Gallagher?

Mark came to see me a few weeks ago.

Er, he was worried.

He'd been having mood swings, losing his temper, memory loss.

At first, he said it was stress,

which didn't surprise me,

but the last couple of weeks, it got a lot worse.

Look, do you mind? I really should be at training.

The season starts in a fortnight regardless.

Mark Adler came to you for help?

I suggested he go and see a doctor,

someone that specializes in... dementia.

But he refused?

I think he was scared of what he might find out.

So you recommended cryotherapy?

Some people think it slows the progress of brain disorders.

I think Mark was happy to try anything.

Did you know he was going to the chamber last night?

I had no idea.

You weren't here?

No. I was home all night.

You know, if I hadn't suggested it,

he wouldn't have gone anywhere near that chamber.

Sort of makes it my fault, doesn't it?

You said it didn't surprise you

that Mark Adler blamed everything on stress.

Why was that?

Mr Gallagher?

Talk to Sam.

His wife?

It's not my business,

other people's marriages, but...

Mark suspected Sam was seeing someone behind his back.

I used to play a bit, you know.

Oh, yeah?

[chuckles] Mmm. Fly-half.

Pretty nifty, though I say so myself.

That's a while ago now, though, isn't it?

Sir.

Hello, Tracey.

Ta.

-Crowd funding? -Mm-hm.

Could be just what we need.

To do what?

Sit down.

Okay.

What if we had our own team?

We already have our own team.

That's not a team.

That's a merchandising opportunity.

I mean like before, properly ours.

Look. I had these printed.

-Think you can crowd fund it? -[man] Why not?

Put these up,

get a campaign going, raise the money.

-Plus I got a Facebook page. -Oh, yeah? How many likes?

Loads.

73. But it's early days.

Little acorns. Hey, maybe you can call the team that.

[man] When you're ready, Trace.

Still, you win damages, that's half a team right there.

Yeah.

Hey, Dom.

What can I get for you?

I've had an idea you might like.

Have you ever thought about gay porn?

[laughs]

[Samantha] Eight years we were married.

[Barnaby] Happily?

He wasn't having an affair, if that's what you're asking.

-[Barnaby] Were you? -No.

Did your husband think you were?

We were having problems.

The last six months or so it was like I didn't know him.

He tried denying it but after the dinner,

he couldn't. Not anymore.

-What dinner? -A few weeks ago,

a sort of curtain-raiser for the new season.

"Go Lions. Hear us roar. Rah, rah, rah."

You didn't approve?

Rugby's not really my thing.

I run my business, Mark ran his.

You have a business?

I make chocolates and cakes--

bespoke for weddings, that sort of thing.

Very popular.

Get it right and the profit margins are spectacular.

And are you "getting it right?"

We do okay.

Mark was all for it at the start

but recently, he'd begun to treat it as a joke.

Not serious, like a bunch of men

chasing a funny-shaped ball.

And the, er, dinner?

Er, Mark made a speech.

I could tell right away something was wrong.

You know, people said I was mad to buy this team, impulsive.

They said I'd be the laughing stock.

Well, who's laughing now?

[cheering, applause]

Anyway, there's Bill,

still the same, just as I remember him.

Nobody's perfect, eh, Bill?

You know?

Yeah.

[laughs] Impulse.

That's it. That's what I...

You've gotta trust your...

Mark?

Sorry. I-I can't...

[feedback squeals]

I cut it short

and I got Neville to help me take him home.

-Neville Gallagher? -Yeah.

We put Mark to bed and by then, he was gabbling,

saying that it was his fault he hadn't put the bins out,

how he hadn't hurt anyone,

how he'd always wanted a dog-- just nonsense.

I left Nev to settle him.

In the morning, it was like nothing had happened.

I tried talking to him

but you can't help someone who doesn't wanna be helped.

Is that everything?

We can arrange for someone to visit, if you like, to help.

Thanks but, um, I'm fine.

[players yelling] Go! Go!

[man] Right now, this team is blessed with two great talents,

each of them vying for a place in the England squad,

but if they're rivals on the pitch,

Mark Adler and Bill Viner

don't let it get in the way of their friendship,

which is something they've built up

over the last few seasons of playing together.

Bit of research.

These two were like Coe and Ovett with studs.

Never mind.

Apparently, not everyone's a fan

of Mark Adler saving the Lions.

His name's Guy Bevan.

He was the last coach of the Lions

before Mark Adler sacked him.

So he's pushing back by trying to start a rival team?

He's been campaigning for a year.

Demonstrations, sit-ins.

This team is his latest wheeze.

He said the Lions have been stolen,

that it's all about money.

It usually is.

[machine beeps]

[man] Oh, hello. I'm interested in the sofa and chairs.

Can you let me know if they're still for sale?

[machine beeps]

[machine beeps]

[man] A Rolex at that price. Please tell me it hasn't gone--

[machine beeps]

[woman] Are you really Danny Wickham?

I mean, seriously, your actual underwear? Oh my God--

[machine beeps]

[phone rings]

-Betty asleep? -Yeah.

Do you think I've let myself go?

Appallingly.

[yawns]

I'm wondering whether a little exercise

wouldn't go amiss.

Those strapping rugby players getting to you, are they?

I wouldn't worry.

You get plenty of exercise from jumping to conclusions.

Well, now.

You know the coach who got sacked,

he posted this three days ago.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh! Oh!

[gasps]

[muffled yelling]

[distorted voice] Push on that.

-[loud thud] -Agh!

[TV plays]

[whirrs]

[shutter clicks]

[shutter clicking]

Paddy! Come on!

[barks]

Good boy. Good boy.

[laughs] Okay. Now you're scaring me.

I texted Winter last night.

I've booked us a court for later.

Guess who's going to get fit?

Unless they kill themselves trying.

[whimpers]

Someone needs to have a little faith, don't they?

It's better than needing a little truss.

[chuckles]

Kiss!

[chuckles]

[bell rings]

Guy Bevan? DCI Barnaby.

Could I have a word?

I think a local team should be local.

I disagreed with what he was doing but that's it.

Oh, it was a joke. I thought it was funny.

Where were you the night before last, Mr Bevan?

I was here.

Alone? Can anyone vouch for you?

No.

How did you get the, um, neck brace?

Adler's heavies.

-They hurt you? -Yeah.

We were demonstrating outside the ground legally

and they tried to break it up and I got knocked down.

I'm suing his company for all I can get.

So, you see, it doesn't make sense.

Why would I kill him

when I could make him bleed in court?

I found significant amounts

of a brand of benzodiazepine in his stomach.

Sleeping pills?

It explains why he didn't try to get out.

He was half asleep.

Did he take them himself?

There's no bruising around the jaw,

no signs of him being force fed.

He might've taken them without knowing.

Or not been in his right mind.

Is that...?

His brain? Yes.

Mark Adler was suffering

from chronic traumatic encephalopathy.

It's a degenerative brain disease

which results from repeated blows to the head.

Contact sports are especially prone

so boxing, football...

Rugby?

30 hulking men crashing into each other?

That's not sport. It's a riot with goal posts.

I used to quite enjoy it.

Are you sure?

Mark Adler stopped playing years ago.

CTE usually shows up

long after the sporting career is over.

And does it involve memory loss,

personality change and mood swings?

Textbook stuff.

And he already knew.

It'd explain the pills.

Thanks.

On the night of the dinner,

Mark Adler said, "I didn't hurt anyone."

Why do you think he said that?

It's hardly an admission.

He also went on about dogs and the bins.

It's probably gibberish, just like his wife said.

I've been having a look at the Lions' website.

The forum's quite interesting.

A lot of talk

that Danny Wickham's going to be transferred.

Why transfer their star player?

Because he's also their wildest.

He's forever being papped outside nightclubs.

The papers are full of stuff about his love life.

Hmm. Maybe Mark Adler had had enough.

Mm.

Also, that party that Mark Adler threw for the Lions

that Samantha mentioned,

seems things got a little wild later on.

48 hours afterwards, one of the waitresses

that was hired for the night

claimed she'd been assaulted.

Had she?

Was never properly investigated.

Two weeks later, she dropped the charges.

A change of heart?

Or she was got at.

What's her name?

Tracey Horton. She works in a pub in Midsomer Malham.

[Tracey] I used to waitress in the evenings--

parties, functions, cash-in-hand.

You were hired for the Lions' party.

Tell me about that evening.

It all started off all right-- everyone on their best behavior.

Well, almost everyone.

No. One more.

I always want more.

Hey.

I'll see you later.

[Tracey] Later on, after the guests had gone,

it was just crazy.

Beer everywhere.

[sighs] Danny was too drunk for anything really bad

but his hands went where they shouldn't

and I wasn't having that.

You know, everyone thought I was trying it on,

get rich quick.

But it wasn't like that. I was telling the truth.

And yet you withdrew the complaint.

He said I'd never win

and that life could get very difficult.

Who said? Danny?

Mark Adler.

He threatened you?

He said he wasn't gonna let me ruin the Lions name

and that I didn't have any witnesses

and he had 15 players who'd all swear

nothing happened.

They closed ranks.

What was I meant to do?

So I dropped it.

How did that make you feel?

How do you think?

Am I sorry that he's dead? Not really.

Did I have anything to do with it? No.

You had a good relationship?

Mr Adler was the boss.

Even though he suspended you last season?

That was a misunderstanding.

For being hungover.

I missed the training session.

You missed three

on separate occasions for being hungover

and an actual match

because you were in a cell

for hitting a newspaper photographer.

Huh.

Superstar. Oi!

You wanna wipe this down?

[chuckles]

[Winter] Was Mark Adler gonna transfer you?

First I've heard of it.

[Winter] He never mentioned it?

-No. -Not even as a threat?

Look, you're barking up the wrong tree, mate.

Whatever else I do, when I put on that Lions jersey,

when it matters, I deliver.

The boss knew that.

Anything else, that's just noise.

[bangs]

[rings]

He's something, isn't he? Danny.

"Superstar."

You think he might have something to do

with Mr Adler's death.

Just asking a few questions.

Maybe you should ask what happened

at his previous club.

Why? What do you know?

That he almost got flung out.

Because?

No idea. But do a bit of digging.

I'm sure you can find out. Heh!

[clocks ticking]

[doorbell jingles]

-Sam? -[gasps] Oh.

I was going mad at home. I took an order earlier.

A three-tier Dungeons and Dragons

in white and dark chocolate.

Wait. What? When for?

Day after tomorrow.

I've already got two orders for tomorrow.

Then I'd say tomorrow night's looking good.

-What if I'm busy? -Doing what?

Sitting on the sofa with Belinda,

having something eggy on a tray?

Sorry. That was...

It's okay. And tomorrow's fine.

[clock cuckooing]

Since you're here, the post's arrived.

Everything all right?

Sure.

[woman] Hey.

I tried. I-I really did.

Hey, none of that. We'll get there.

You know he's won, don't you?

Even though he's dead, he still won.

That's not true.

Isn't it?

[lighter clicking]

[shutter clicking]

[squash ball bangs]

[Winter whistles]

[sighs]

You can serve, sir.

Thank you.

You ready?

Yeah.

[shower splashing]

[sighs]

Pretty impressive, sir.

I've still got a few moves.

[sighs] I'll beat you next time.

[chuckles] That's the spirit.

[sighs]

-[cracking] -Agh!

Agh.

-You all right, sir? -Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine. [groans]

Oh.

Shall we just say this happened on the court, sir?

You're a wise man, Winter.

Oh!

[grunts]

[voices shouting haka]

[police radio chatter plays]

The fire was reported at 2:45 this morning.

The head groundsman lives locally.

He saw a glow in the sky

and then alerted the fire brigade.

Any idea how they got in?

The gates are padlocked but they cut the chain.

Whoever it was drove here.

There are fresh tire marks on the verge by the fence.

Well, let's get impressions.

We might be able to get a make and model from them.

And let's look at any cameras nearby. You never know.

Looks like they backed into a bit of railing

as they drove off.

Traces of green paint on it.

Good.

[groans softly]

Still sore, sir?

I don't know why they have to make those coat racks so high.

-[laughs] -It's not funny.

No. No, sir. Not at all.

[all singing club song]

No. We agreed, this has got to stop.

Somebody's out to get me.

You're being ridiculous!

No, no, no. First it was the trolling

and then... and then sending me crap,

flogging my stuff online.

-They're having a joke. -Nah. Not anymore, they're not.

[clicking]

Mark Adler changed his will.

That was his solicitor. He changed it out of the blue,

about 10 days ago.

What change did he make?

He left the Lions to Bill Viner.

Hmm...!

I wonder if Samantha Adler knew about it.

[clocks ticking]

She'll be right out.

One of the ovens is playing up.

Hmm.

Impressive. Did you make it?

How much would something like that set me back?

That one's not for sale.

It's strictly display only.

[Winter] Have you known Samantha Adler long?

Right from the start.

I worked here when it was my gran's cake shop.

She owned this place?

It was the overheads that did it.

Just trying to keep her head above water.

So when Sam offered to put money in...

She jumped at it.

It didn't really work out.

Sam wanted to turn it into this

and Gran thought it was a stupid idea.

They fought.

Your gran lost?

Retired hurt.

Must've been hard for you, caught in the middle.

Not really. My gran was brilliant.

Whatever happened, she thought

this would be a good opportunity for me.

And it was.

[footsteps approach]

DS Winter. Sorry to keep you waiting.

How can I help?

It's news to me.

Can you think why your husband would do something like that?

No idea.

The Lions must be worth a bit.

If I was gonna kill my husband,

don't you think I'd have done it

before he changed his will?

Unless you were furious with him for having done it.

[scoffs]

I didn't kill my husband, DS Winter,

and certainly not for the Lions.

If Bill Viner wants them, he can have them.

[timer beeping]

I mean, why would he do something like that?

I was hoping you could tell me.

You know, Mark rescued me after the injury.

All my life, all I've ever wanted to do

was play rugby, and suddenly I couldn't.

That must've been hard.

Well, training's hard.

This was... well, this was the end

and I didn't take it very well.

I drank and I kept drinking.

My partner left me.

I was pretty much finished.

Andthen, Mark called with an offer.

To come here and coach.

I don't know why.

Pity, perhaps.

An old friend throwing me a lifeline. Who cares?

It doesn't matter. The point is

he trusted me and that meant the world.

I started to turn my life around.

You stopped drinking?

Two years sober.

And that is all down to Mark.

So you see, Mark didn't need to leave me the club.

It was me who owed him.

[phone rings]

Yes, Winter?

Danny Wickham was addicted to painkillers.

One of his teammates tipped me off.

Five years ago, he was nearly sacked from his previous club.

They kept it out of the papers, provided he went into rehab.

- Why am I not surprised? -Mmm.

Well, I think he's on 'em again.

Why?

Yesterday he was... he was on edge,

sweating and shaking, jumpy as hell.

I thought it was just the training

but, um, now I'm not so sure.

Have a word.

Let's see how close to the edge he is.

[Winter] Yes, sir.

[fantasy voices chanting] Barnaby! Barnaby! Barnaby!

Barnaby! Barnaby! Barnaby!

Barnaby! Barnaby! Barnaby! Barnaby! Barnaby!

Barnaby!

[fantasy cheering, applause]

Yes! Ow.

Got a minute?

Not really.

Something the matter?

No. I'm just in a bit of a rush, okay?

Hmm.

Huh.

Can you spare a minute for me now?

-[Danny sighs] -Why did you start again?

Something like last season...

it's lightning in a bottle.

Now, all I'm hearing is "We can do it again,"

and everybody's looking to me to do it.

Do you know what that feels like?

I just needed something to help.

Could try giving the nightclubs a miss.

[chuckles] Aye.

They make it so easy.

Everyone's your friend. Free entry, free booze

in return, I get their club tweeted about and in the papers.

Everything's a deal.

[sighs]

Who else knows about these?

Look, mate, I'm smarter than I was before.

I know my limits.

I can train. I can play.

Nobody knows except me.

That's not quite true, is it? One other person knows.

[rattling]

Who gives you these, Danny?

It's 100% oxygen, remember,

so if you're thinking of having a crafty fag, don't.

You're no fun! Go. I'm fine.

[Gran] Go on. Be good.

[beeping]

[whirring]

[Barnaby] Another of your magic rooms?

Oh--! Er, well, this is a hyperbaric chamber.

You breathe increased amounts of oxygen

at twice the normal atmospheric pressure.

The oxygen gets broken up much more quickly that way.

We use it mostly for sports injuries.

But they sometimes let civilians in.

Apparently it's good for rehabilitating stroke victims.

[Barnaby] Do you have a moment, Mr Gallagher?

Mmm. Back in an hour.

Thanks, Debs. All right.

How can I help?

[Winter] Why don't we start with the painkillers

you're supplying Danny Wickham?

[chatter]

[Barnaby] Did you know that Danny had a problem

with painkillers in the past?

He said he was over that.

You were writing him repeat prescriptions all summer

and you weren't concerned?

Do you know what it's like to be an elite rugby player?

The sort of injuries they sustain

week in, week out? constant pain?

It's like being in a car crash every Saturday.

So, no, I wasn't concerned. I saw no reason to be.

Were you looking for one?

I've been with the Lions for 15 years.

When she was alive, my wife used to tease me

I was really married to them.

I've seen them at the bottom

and now, Bill and the Lions have done

something extraordinary.

They've brought a sense of community,

of passion, of pride.

Why would I want to jeopardize that?

If Mark Adler knew about Danny's pill habit,

that would give both Danny Wickham

and Neville Gallagher motive.

They both had access to the chamber

and knew how to use it, which gives them means,

so that just leaves opportunity.

[phone chimes]

Oh, sir, Forensics just e-mailed through

the results off the tire prints outside the ground.

What are we looking at?

Er, fourth-generation Golf, pre '98.

So nothing too common, then.

But there is this.

Um...

There.

2:47, half a mile from the ground,

driving away a few minutes after the fire being started.

-[Barnaby] A Golf. -Mm-hmm.

Registered to...

Guy Bevan.

[doorbell rings]

Yes?

Would you mind telling me

where you were last night, Mr Bevan?

-Here. -All night?

Yes.

Then why was your car seen

driving away from the Lions' ground

a few minutes after someone torched it?

[woman] Guy didn't set fire to anything.

I did.

What were you thinking?!

I couldn't bear to see you so flat.

It was like all the fight had just gone.

And you thought this would help?

-What they did to you... -[sighs]

He gave his life to that team. Everything.

It's how we met.

And then Adler comes along and suddenly it's,

"Oh, sorry, Not good enough. Close the door on your way out."

Well, you can't do that, not to someone I care about.

I know it didn't change anything,

but for a moment, watching the flames, I felt...

...at least they'll notice and we won't be ignored.

I'll need to take you down to the station.

You're locking her up?

You'll be charged with trespass and criminal damage

and released on bail, okay?

I understand.

-Whose are these? -[Debbie] They're mine.

That's the Corsican flag, isn't it?

Dad gave it to me. He went there a few weeks ago.

Pre-season break.

-Alone? -Yeah. Why?

Hmm.

Guinea pig time!

Ooh! What have we got?

-Guinea pigs. -[laughs]

What are they made with?

Sweet potato and soy sauce.

-Delicious! -Really?

Course not. It's disgusting.

Well, give it a minute. They grow on you.

You know, I'm working late tonight.

You'll be okay, won't you?

Well, if I'm not, it'll be your fault.

How are the other recipes?

Bubbling away.

I saw Samantha today.

She's looking her age all of a sudden.

Ropey complexion, hollow eyes.

Not a good look.

She's really suffering.

I'm welling up.

[Barnaby] You went to Corsica?

That's right.

-On a pre-season break. -Mm-hmm.

With Bill Viner...

a fact you hid from your own daughter.

Why would you do that?

Bill and I...

it happened about six months ago.

All through my marriage, while my wife was alive,

I told myself that what I felt wasn't real.

I pretended I was happy.

And, er, well, I did it for so long

I convinced myself it was true.

But Bill changed all that.

No more pretending. Not anymore.

But you kept it secret.

I'm a 57-year-old man with a daughter,

friends, family.

I have to be careful who I hurt.

Thank you.

[grunts] Oh...

Is that shoulder giving you trouble?

A bit.

Well, you come and see me anytime.

I'll take a look.

Thank you.

About Bill...

You don't need to tell anyone, do you?

I'm afraid that depends on the investigation, Mr Gallagher.

Aye. It's wonderful material. So it is.

Only the thing is, my phone was stolen and...

I know. Disaster.

And I want to contact the person

who arranged the delivery to thank them

so I was hoping if you had the details...

Oh, that would be lovely.

Uh-huh.

[phone rings]

[recording] You have one new message.

[woman] Hello.

I'm calling from the bird sanctuary to thank you

for your very generous and most unexpected donation.

We would love to discuss ways

in which you could help us in the future.

Please do get in touch. Thank you.

[recording beeps]

I mean, the timing isn't brilliant, is it?

I'm sorry. I couldn't deny it.

I've gotta tell Debbie.

Look...

it'll be okay.

Debbie loves you.

Can't imagine why.

I know what's going on and I know how to make it stop.

[engine roars]

[loud bang]

Hello?

Sam?

Who's there?

[buzzing]

[bubbling]

[gurgling]

[camera shutter clicks]

"Enrobed."

That's how they describe it, isn't it, on the box?

Mind you,

they're usually talking about a hazelnut, not a head.

Time of death?

I'll know more when I've cracked him open.

I opened up about 8:30.

Everything seemed okay in the front.

I went into the kitchen...

and I found--

Who would do that? It's sick.

Did you know Dominic was working late last night?

No.

Was that unusual?

Not when we had a lot on.

Dominic was a perfectionist.

What am I gonna do without him?

I won't be able to get the stuff out of his windpipe

until I get him back to the lab.

It'll be all the way into his lungs, I shouldn't wonder.

He drowned in it?

Certainly.

Whoever did it just kept pouring until...

death by chocolate.

And he just lay there?

I'd say he was barely conscious. Look at this.

Someone hit him hard.

No defensive wounds, interestingly.

Nothing to his arms or hands.

He never saw it coming.

We found traces of blood on the floor.

I'd say he was struck and either staggered

or was dragged here.

Struck with what?

From the size of the wound and the nature of the injury,

something hefty and probably metallic.

[Barnaby] Something like these?

Mmm.

He lived with his gran, didn't he?

Yeah. Took care of her.

-Has she been informed? -Not yet.

Come on, then.

Thank you.

Thanks.

[man shouting haka]

Goosebumps. Every time.

-Seriously? -Are you kidding?

"Stronger than a hundred,

braver than a thousand, today we are one."

[grunting]

It's good stuff.

You're soft!

But no sign of Danny?

Do you want me to give him a call,

-find out if there's a problem? -Yeah. Thanks.

How's Debbie?

Er, she was charged last night.

Coming in later to pick up her P45.

We couldn't keep her on.

You see that, right?

-Are you still gonna tell her? -When she comes in.

At last! Are you here about the break-in?

What did you do, stroll? Pathetic.

[Winter] He came in through the side window.

Last night?

This morning, while she was out.

She had a doctor's appointment first thing.

Wasn't she worried Dominic hadn't come home?

He often works through the night

when they've got a big order in.

[Barnaby] Cash, credit cards and a camera.

Mmm. This wasn't a burglary.

Whoever did this was looking for something.

Question is, what?

Hey.

Debs, you know I love you.

Will he make you happy, Dad?

Then that's all that matters.

[huffs]

Hmm. Dominic Braun's hard drive.

And?

Bingo.

I'm going to pretend you didn't say that.

Hidden in a folder named "recipes,"

Guy Bevan walking around a few days ago

without his brace on.

-Oops. -Mm.

A letter to Guy pointing out

how the parties of his injury claim

might find this photo of interest.

Unless he pays how much?

It doesn't say.

Just says that he'll be in touch

with an alternative suggestion.

[Barnaby] So this is what? Dominic's filing system?

Well, looks like it.

And then there's this.

Chockfull's tax return and accounts

that Samantha submitted to the Revenue

showing a net loss last year.

She said she was doing okay.

She is.

Her real account showing a healthy profit--

more than okay.

She diddled the taxman.

Yeah, for about 50 grand.

Dominic was threatening to go public with it

but before he did...

He had an "alternative suggestion."

[Winter] Hmm.

-Is that all? -There's one other thing.

All of the file names are in sequence.

Dominic kept every picture that he took.

[Barnaby] So?

Three are missing from this batch--

all from the night Mark Adler was killed.

I understand this must come as a shock

but did you know that your grandson was doing this?

[laughs] Of course. It was my idea.

I blame that Adler woman.

For what?

Me, stroke, everything.

She's the reason why we did this.

She cheated me.

That shop was mine. I'd worked all my life,

then she comes along with her poncey ideas

and because she had money, she had power, didn't she?

But Dominic carried on working.

What's that line? "Keep your friends close"...?

"And your enemies closer."

And so he worked there, watching her every move

and when he found out what she was doing,

well, it was like a gift from heaven.

And then you blackmailed her?

Who had the power now?

[Samantha] I couldn't afford another huge tax bill.

It'd wipe me out.

Why not ask your husband for the money?

I did. When I told him I was in trouble,

he laughed.

Hmm. So you cooked the books?

What else could I do?

I didn't think anyone would find out.

But Dominic Braun did.

Apparently.

You didn't know?

It's not like he signed the letters.

Where were you last night?

At home.

-All night? -Yes.

I watched TV for a few hours, then went to bed.

[Winter] And afterwards, this didn't stop

-with Samantha Adler. -It was Dom's idea.

Why stop?

And he was my eyes and ears.

You would be amazed at what people get up to.

Where did you put the money?

-What money? -Usually there's a money trail,

deposits-- but we didn't find any in your account.

That's 'cause there aren't any.

We got them to make a donation.

That was your "alternative suggestion"?

Places that needed help. A creche,

occupational therapy for the elderly, bird sanctuary.

This wasn't about getting rich.

It was about us knowing ...

and watching them squirm.

It felt good.

Until someone fought back.

[Guy sighs]

All this time, pretending to everyone.

Including Debbie?

Even her.

To be honest, it's a relief.

Being blackmailed wasn't.

Did Debbie know?

She didn't have a clue.

And this is the only contact you'd had?

That's right. They just said they'd be in touch.

So the threat was still hanging over you.

I suppose.

Where were you last night?

I didn't know it was Dominic Braun. I had no idea.

Last night, Mr Bevan?

I was with Debbie while she was being charged

and then I brought her back here.

What time was that?

After 9:00. You can check.

Oh, I will.

[clears throat] Ahem.

Beats chasing you around the squash court.

[chuckles] A little less chasing,

a little more thinking, Winter.

Learn that and we'll make a player of you yet.

[laughs]

The Duty Sergeant confirmed

that Debbie Gallagher was charged at 9:40

and released soon after.

According to Fleur, Dominic Braun was killed

between 10:00 and midnight

so Guy and Debbie alibi each other.

[Winter] You think they're capable of this?

Guy Bevan believes Mark Adler stole his life

and Debbie's already guilty of arson.

Who knows what they're capable of?

What about Samantha Adler?

Hmm. The "grieving widow."

She doesn't have an alibi for last night, either,

just that she was alone watching TV.

But why kill Dominic and then leave the photos

that you know will lead us straight to you?

Because it makes you look innocent.

If I killed someone that was blackmailing me

as well as other people,

then I'd steal one of the other victims' photos

to throw the police off the scent.

You're really quite devious, Winter.

Thank you, sir.

What if Dominic Braun knew the identity

of Mark Adler's killer?

What if he overreached himself

and tried to blackmail them, too?

I think we need to find those missing photos.

Dominic didn't backup to the cloud. I checked.

I'll bet there's backup somewhere.

See if you can find--

Miss Horton?

I know who killed Dominic.

It was Danny Wickham.

[Tracey] Danny came round last night, out of control,

crazy, yelling and breaking stuff.

He kept on and on how I'd been blackmailing him.

[Winter] Danny Wickham was being blackmailed?

-[Tracey] Yes. -Over what?

He didn't say.

And I told him how I'd never do anything like that.

[Barnaby] But you knew Dominic had a history of blackmail?

[Winter] We found evidence on his computer.

Why did Danny think it was you?

What he did to me that night at the party--

like I was meat...

and then just got away with it...

I just wanted to get my own back, just a little.

I pranked him.

Pranked him?

It was Dom's idea.

So I trolled Danny online,

had things delivered that he hadn't ordered--

evangelical books, gay porn--

put his belongings up for sale on Gumtree--

just kid stuff, but it made me feel better.

And then Danny found out?

He said he was gonna kill me.

Don't you see? I was scared

so I told him to save myself.

Danny killed Dominic and it's because of me.

Going somewhere, Danny?

Winter!

Agh!

Flash.

After I found out it was Dominic,

my first thought was to go round there

and sort him out straightaway.

-Why didn't you? -[Danny] I did.

I went to the house but all the lights were on.

His gran was there and I wanted him on his own.

You didn't go to the Chockfull kitchen, confront him there?

-Of course not. -[Barnaby] Maybe you rowed,

it got out of hand, heat of the moment?

-What? -[Winter] He attacked you.

-You lashed out. -Wait. Just hang on a sec.

What's happened?

Dominic Braun was found dead this morning.

What?

And you think th--

No. I wasn't there. I didn't kill him.

But you did break into his house.

I waited till his gran went out

and then I found the folder on his computer.

Can we see them-- the photos you stole?

They weren't there. I panicked.

I was afraid he'd hidden the folder

somewhere else on the computer.

So you smashed it, hoping that would be enough.

Well, I didn't have much time so I did what I could

and... ran.

I swear.

Where's the photo that Dominic sent you now?

I burnt it. Sorry.

If you didn't delete the photos on Dominic's computer,

who did?

I don't know.

What about Neville Gallagher?

Why would he do that?

That's what the photos were of, wasn't it?

Him giving you pills?

No. Dominic didn't know anything about that.

Then what was he blackmailing you over?

My affair with Samantha.

[Winter] Maybe it was Samantha who deleted the photos.

Maybe. But I can't believe

Dominic didn't have backup somewhere.

Talk to his gran. See if she knows.

I want to follow up on Samantha Adler.

You drive.

I think lover boy finished what that towel started.

[grunts] Come on.

And did you know that Dominic was targeting Danny Wickham?

He just said he had a "new recipe."

That's what we called our targets.

He said it would make me happy.

[sobs] I wish we'd never started!

Did Dominic keep hard copies of the photos?

He didn't need to. It was all on computer.

-What about backups? -I don't know.

Memory sticks, anything like that?

If ever I asked him, he'd just smile and say,

"Don't worry. It's all under my hat."

-His hat? -Yes.

Thank you.

[sighs]

Huh. Hat.

[sighs]

-There you go. -Thank you, Mummy.

No squash racket today, then?

This is going to run and run, isn't it?

-Yeah. I expect so. -[doorbell rings]

That'll be Winter. As it happens,

I've got some physio later. I will be as good as new.

-[laughs] -Or even worse.

Samantha Adler's alibi for the night Dominic Braun died.

-She was watching TV. -Except she couldn't.

There was a power cut in the area all night.

So if she wasn't watching TV, what was she doing?

I'm not quite sure what it is you're expecting to find.

You lied to us, Mrs Adler.

I got confused. That's all.

About what? You had no power for three hours.

No lights, no TV, no nothing.

Hardly confusing. So I'll ask again,

where were you?

I was here. I just wasn't watching TV.

Then why say you were?

Because it sounded better than the truth.

Which is...?

I made some brownies. I didn't mean to,

but I ate the lot and passed out on the sofa.

All night?

Chocolate doesn't usually do that.

Marijuana does.

It relaxes me, which is something I've needed recently.

I wasn't about to admit it to the police,

not if I didn't have to.

-So-- -Sir?

The car.

It was in the spare tire well.

[Winter] Traces of blood on the side.

I don't understand. How did that get in there?

Perhaps you'd like to tell us.

You were afraid your husband had found out about your affair.

You couldn't afford to have him divorce you,

not with your current financial problems.

That's nonsense.

You gave him the sleeping pills without him knowing,

waited for him to go into the chamber

and then you froze him to death.

No! I loved my husband.

I hated what he'd become

but I still hoped that we could maybe get back together.

By having an affair with Danny Wickham?

I was lonely.

Danny was meant to be a distraction.

That was the plan. Danny just thought

it was a bit more than that.

Things don't always turn out the way they should, do they?

No, Mrs Adler. They don't.

[Winter] The trouble was Dominic Braun had photos

of you and Danny outside Stubbington Hall.

They prove that you were there when your husband died.

[Barnaby] You knew Dominic was working late, killed him

and then you got Danny to break in and steal the photos.

That's absurd! What? Do you really think

I would kill Dominic and keep the weapon?

I mean, do you honestly believe

that I would be that stupid?

[Samantha] Why are you asking me all this?

Ask Danny. He was in the photo, too.

What if he killed Mark?

He'd have just as much reason to kill Dominic as I do

and he could easily have planted that weight in my car

to try and frame me.

[Samantha] Maybe Mark found out about us.

Maybe he found out about Danny's pills.

I don't know. What I do know

is that Mark wanted to transfer Danny

and Danny hated him for it.

[players grunting]

[Danny] She said that?

How could she think I'd actually do something like--

Did you?

I can do pretty much whatever I want,

get any woman I want, easy.

I'm everybody's friend.

But Sam couldn't care less.

Didn't know who I was, wasn't interested.

She just liked me.

And I thought maybe this time things would be different.

My mistake.

I didn't kill Dominic and I didn't try to frame her.

Do me a favour. Tell her...

Just tell her.

I spoke to Debs yesterday.

And?

We're okay.

That's good.

I wanna tell everyone, Bill. I don't wanna hide.

I'm... I'm tired of pretending.

No more secrets.

[Barnaby] Are you going back to the station?

Yeah. Loads of witness statements to plough through.

I'll see you later. I'm, um, having some physio.

Ah, yes.

Towel-related sports injuries, they can be nasty.

[huffing]

Hmm. Yeah. You're full of knots.

There's a lot of stress in your life.

Really? Who'd have thought?

Forensics are back on Dominic Braun.

Hmm. Tell-tale hairs and big fat fingerprints?

Nothing conclusively linking Samantha Adler,

if that's what you're hoping for.

Well, she looks guilty.

-But you don't think she is. -Doesn't pass the smell test.

Why kill Dominic at work?

Why hang on to the weapon and then hide it so badly

and why make no effort to have a convincing alibi?

'Cause by and large, people are stupid?

Or she's telling the truth

and someone wants very badly for us to think

that she's guilty.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Thanks for this.

-Say hello to Barnaby. -Mm-hmm.

"Curiouser and curiouser."

[mental clock ticking]

[sighs]

[doorbell jingles]

"Curiouser and curiouser."

Right.

[chuckles]

"Hat."

Hmm.

[Neville] Ah. How's that?

You're a miracle worker.

[Adler on TV] We keep each other on our toes,

that's for sure. It's good. Raises the game.

[man on TV] And Bill Viner feels the same?

Let's ask him. Oi, Bill!

-Nobody, get over here! -"Nobody"?

Bill's nickname-- as in "Nobody's perfect."

[both laugh]

[Bill] Oh, here it is. Typical.

Here, gimme that. It's mine, innit?

[Adler] I did all the work!

The night you had to help Samantha put Mark Adler to bed.

Mmm. When he kinda had a meltdown?

Samantha said he was talking nonsense.

That's right.

Can you remember what he said?

Not really.

-Something about the bins. -Oh. Er, yeah. Yeah.

Er, "I wish I'd put the bins out."

-I know the feeling. -Yeah!

You always remember when it's too late.

Anything else?

Er, "I hurt nobody and I wish we had a dog."

"I hurt Nobody"?

Yeah. Something like that. I can't really remember.

Load of old rubbish.

Bill Viner's nickname was "Nobody."

Clever.

[tyres screech]

Where's Neville Gallagher?

I don't know. What... What...?

Nev?

Winter!

[beeping, whirring]

[air hissing]

[knocking] Nev?

[Bill] Nev? Neville, what are you doing?

You can't unlock the door...

and I've disabled all the controls.

You're going to have to come out of there, Neville.

Sorry.

Mark Adler confessed to you on the night of the dinner,

didn't he?

He was the one who broke Bill's ankle.

He's the one who ruined his career.

And you killed him for it.

[muffled yelling]

-[bone snaps] -Agh!

Mark?

Just before the match.

You'd learned you were part of the England squad and he wasn't.

You laughed.

He wanted to teach you a lesson.

My God.

You know I did it all for you, don't you?

All those years, all that hurt.

That's why Mark left Bill the team.

[gasps] Oh...

[Neville] He wanted to make up for the pain he caused.

He was going to tell you-- ease his conscience.

Who cared if you suffered? You know, he'd be all right.

And I just thought that if you found out what he did

after all of these years-- your friend, you... you'd...

I'd what? Crack up?

You always push yourself too hard.

I was afraid I'd lose you.

Did you suggest Mark use the chamber that night?

[Neville] He was worried the cryotherapy wasn't working

for his CTE so I suggested

that he use the chamber more. It was easy.

And then, all you had to do

was give him the sleeping pills and wait.

I gave him too many.

He was already half asleep when he went in.

I wanted it to take longer.

I wanted him to know why.

But Dominic saw you, didn't he?

Hmm. Where'd you get that?

He didn't delete every photo. Dominic had a backup.

[Winter] Did Danny show you this?

He came to me and asked for more painkillers.

I wanted to know why so...

He didn't see the significance of the photo, did he?

But you did.

You knew that if we ever saw it, it would break your alibi.

This places you at the scene at the time of Mark's death.

[Bill] Nev, tell me they're lying.

Neville?

You went to Dominic's house that night.

What were you gonna do, kill him there?

Only you didn't get the chance, did you? He'd gone to work.

So you deleted the photos first,

went to the kitchens and killed him.

I had to do it.

[Neville] It was only a matter of time

before he knew what he had. I couldn't risk it.

[air hissing]

It's time to go, Neville.

No.

-It's time for you to leave. -[clicks]

-Put that down, Neville. -Neville, please.

You know I love you, don't you?

Neville...

How swift are your legs?

No. No, Neville, please don't-- don't do this.

Put the lighter down.

How swift are your legs?

They're swifter than the wind.

How full is your heart?

Full to the brim.

Today, the sun will shine...

Run!

...for together we are stronger than a hundred...

Now!

braver than a thousand!

Today...

we are one.

[man shouting haka]

[players reply]

[siren blurts]

[Winter] I never lost one before.

He'd made up his mind.

All for love.

All for love.

So it was in a cake?

Yeah. Something Fleur said to me.

She's the one who tipped me off.

Don't tell her. We'll never hear the end of it.

-Yeah. How's that shoulder? -Sore.

You should have that looked at, sir.

I think I'll stick to the magic sponge.

[siren blurts]