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Help! Help me!

He's murdered Danny!

Help! Help!

And a prize for the lady! There you go, my love.

JOYCE: Thank you.

BARKER: Step this way, sir! Come right in.

Yeah, the, the sights on my gun, they were out of true.

JOYCE: Oh, bad luck.

TOM: Obviously, not on yours.

JOYCE: I don't know. I had my eyes closed.

Hello

Faye Lennox?

MAN: Malko!

Malko!

[Crowd shouting, witch cackling]

WITCH: Ha ha ha -- Ohh!

BARKER: Try your luck.

MAN: Never mind. Better luck next time.

TOM: Now, Joyce, I think the trick is --

WITCH: Aaaaaah!

Oh, is there a trick?

BARKER: Try your best. Dunk the witch.

Oh, hey, hey!

Here you go.

One for you...

JOYCE: I'd named those bears.

Oh!

Madman!

Is that a gun in your holster or are you just pleased to see me?

As long as no one else does.

Oh, Jack, we're hardly a secret.

It's a small community, and I'm still a married man.

Hm, though not for long.

Did you speak to the solicitor?

Made an appointment. It's all in hand.

Don't worry.

The Ford Florey Wild West Club.

You're just a bunch of big kids, aren't you?

Bang!

Never point a gun at anyone.

You're not telling me it's loaded?

Blanks.

Give you a nasty headache, though.

Ride 'em, cowboy.

[Crowd murmuring, announcements echo over loudspeaker]

She's a handsome woman.

But then you know that.

Faye Lennox is my farm manager.

Sure, sure. Course she is.

I was hoping to have a word with her today.

About some wasteland on your lower acres.

Matter of who owns it.

It's Fincher land, always has been.

You say you own it, Silas Burbage says he owns it.

I don't give a tinker's curse who owns it.

I just want to buy it.

Forget it, Malko.

Come on now, Fincher! The land's no good to you.

No good for cattle, no good for crops,

but if it turns out you own it, I'll make you a fair price.

JACK: What with?

I've got the money, don't you fret.

You're a fool, man!

One way or another, I'm having that land.

Ready for High Noon at Ford Florey, Jack?

Adam, if it was your father facing me and this was real,

I wouldn't hesitate.

Yes, and I'm sure he'd say the same about you.

Look, it' s none of my business.

As I understand it,

dad just wants the best price for his land.

It's not his land!

It's mine.

Malko, if I find you, you're a dead man.

Fergal Jenner, my private lawman.

Made any progress?

So far, Jack, no.

Local archive is a cross between a rat's nest

and a teenager's bedroom.

It's by no means certain

the papers on the swamp were ever drawn up.

And if that proved to be the case?

You and Silas Burbage might as well do pistols at dawn.

It could come to that.

Someone mentioned that Jude Langham

is a fund of local knowledge.

It's no good asking Jude for an impartial view.

He's had a grudge against the Finchers for years.

So I gather.

Memories stay long in Ford Florey.

And hatred runs deep.

Who are you -- Butch Cassidy or the Sundance Kid?

The side of law and order, Fergal.

Same as you.

[Gunfire, shouting, horns blowing]

Yahoo!

What in the blazes!

Oh! I'm so sorry!

Oh, dear, I tripped on something, I am sorry.

His big feet.

Not the best introduction, I'm afraid.

I'm Susan Fincher.

Joyce Barnaby.

Tom Barnaby, husband.

And his feet.

Thank you.

Is it ruined?

JOYCE: Oh, no, no. It's fine.

Well, what's going to happen next?

I think my husband is about to get shot.

Jones.

Yeah, one of my officers called in a car registration.

Leo Fincher, Home Farm.

Okay. Any --

Nine points. Okay, thanks.

Leo Fincher. Seems you' re a bit of a menace.

Like your dad.

Mr. Langham? Jude Langham?

Fergal Jenner. I'm --

I know -- you're the solicitor who's after the truth

about Burbage Swamp.

You call it Burbage Swamp.

So it is.

Any proof?

That's for me to know and you to find out.

And how would I go about that?

You're a professional man, aren't ya?

So you'll have heard --

everything comes at a price.

[Dramatic Western soundtrack plays]

Your call, Mr. Bonney.

Whenever you're ready, Marshal.

Oh, it was great in those days.

No cautions, no ASBOs, no community service,

just shoot 'em dead on Main Street.

Jack!

He's alive.

Oh.

Made too good a job of falling, I think.

Must have banged my head.

Gave you a fright, I expect.

Stage blood.

Sticky stuff.

It's all right, fellas. I'm okay.

No, sir, you were unconscious for a minute, there.

You better let them have a look at you.

No, no, I'm fine.

Sorry to disappoint you, my dear.

Uh, Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby,

Causton CID.

Ah, so I'm probably disappointing you, too,

Chief Inspector -- fake blood, blanks,

no corpses.

No, I'm very much off-duty, Mr...

Fincher, Jack Fincher.

TOM: Howdy!

No, I'm just here to enjoy the fair.

A corpse is not on the agenda.

I am enjoying it -- a Wild West show.

Do it every year, give displays around the country, too.

And we put on a good show -- Look out!

[Trumpets play Western soundtrack]

Hyah!

Is he all right?

Yeah. Banged his head, he was out for a few seconds,

but he'll be fine.

JOYCE: Made it much more realistic.

TOM: Perhaps the next time, they'll use real bullets.

Wouldn't that be dangerous?

Sir.

Jones!

-Hi, Ben. -Hi.

Any news on the shooting?

Oh, yes, thought I'd take the opportunity

to talk to Mr. Fincher.

Business and pleasure?

Not really -- Some madman

took out my wing mirror on the way here.

Catch him?

Got a number plate check -- Leo Fincher, Home Farm.

His car's in the car park with a shotgun in the front seat.

Finchers, eh? Family with a liking for guns.

She's been shot.

That's about all I can say at the moment.

Except that, whoever shot her was a pretty good marksman.

Took her straight through the heart.

Faye?

Oh, my God, Faye!

TOM: No, no, no!

This is a crime scene.

The body is evidence, I'm afraid.

I'm sorry.

Do you know her?

Uh, Faye Lennox, she's my farm manager.

What happened?

TOM: Well, all we know at the moment is that she was shot.

Shot?

It's impossible. How?

I suppose someone at the fair had a gun.

I' d be grateful if you stay here for a minute.

I've got a couple of questions I want to ask you.

Jones?

Seems, a number of people volunteered for the witch.

They were taking it in turns.

She should have been replaced 10 minutes before she was shot

by one Mary Morgan, interestingly enough.

Why is that interesting?

She was the one who reported the incident yesterday.

Where is she?

Hasn't shown up, apparently.

Well, the shot must have been clearly audible,

except that there was a bank raid being staged

in the main arena -- more noise than the gunfight

at the OK Corral, which means he knew exactly when

it was going to happen and could pick his moment.

George, what was the trajectory?

The bullet entered left of the sternum,

did fatal damage to the heart,

and exited under the rib cage, so, given the angle

and the sight line...

the marksman was somewhere elevated.

up there, for instance.

BEN: Do we believe that?

Probably not, but, uh, you go first.

Direct line of fire.

It's gun oil, that's fresh gun oil.

Means the weapon isn't much used.

BEN: Do you think that scrape was caused by the gun?

TOM: Could be.

Well, our man certainly thought it through, didn't he?

Vantage point, gunfire from the arena to cover the shot.

And a quick exit.

Okay, time to ask some more questions.

Off you go.

WOMAN: Oh, my God!

They told me... Someone told me...

What happened?

Uh, it would help if you took your mask off.

I was meant to be on the dunking stool!

Uh...

It was my turn but I was late.

I started off on time, but I hadn't

gone more than 50 yards when the car broke down.

I had a puncture.

You!

Murderer!

Murderer!

He walked into my cottage and shot Danny in front of me.

Murderer!

What Mr. Fincher did was certainly illegal,

not murder, though.

What action did we take?

Mrs. Morgan called in a homicide at 1850.

We put an APB out on Jack Fincher.

Deployed an ARV and full SOCO team.

And when they arrived,

they discovered that the victim was your dog.

He said that Danny had been worrying his cattle.

Danny had been reported on a number of occasions.

Jack Fincher took the law into his own hands.

TOM: Mrs. Morgan,

how well did you know Faye Lennox?

Not well.

I knew she was having it off with Jack Fincher.

-They made no secret of it.

That man always expects to get what he wants,

the swamp, for instance.

The swamp?

A piece of land up by Home Farm.

Wasteland, really. Boggy, wants draining.

No one's ever done the job.

Why not?

Because Jack Fincher says it's his,

Silas Burbage says the same -- it' s been in dispute for years.

Sarge, there's trouble at the Last Chance Saloon.

There would be, yes.

Excuse me.

All right, break it up! Break it up!

Okay, police! That's enough!

Going at it, hammer and tongs.

Good job you left your gun in the car.

Gentlemen, what are you fighting about?

Ask him. Ask the toe rag.

He's been phoning her 10 times a day.

Phoning who?

Faye. He knew about her and my dad, everyone knew.

He thought that some cash in hand might do the job,

get her to talk dad into selling him the swamp.

Faye would never have done that. She loved me.

She didn't love you.

She loved your money, you old fool.

Susan loved you.

Watch your mouth, boy.

Come near me again and you'll regret it.

That goes for the whole Fincher family.

Who's that other fella?

BEN: That's Dan Malko.

Some travelers camped

on some wasteland close to Ford Florey Green.

Too close as far as the locals are concerned.

Malko seems to be their spokesmen.

Right, go talk to him.

Meantime, I better go have another chat with Jack Fincher.

Where can I find Dan Malko?

Detective Sergeant Jones, Causton CID.

I'm looking for Dan Malko.

You found me.

TOM: Am I right for Home Farm?

You would be, if I let you cross my land.

Better way, back to the road, go a mile, you'll see a sign.

I'm sorry, I thought this was Fincher land.

Ha ha!

You and Jack Fincher both.

It's not.

It's mine.

Ah, then you must be Silas Burbage.

That's me.

And this is the swamp, is it?

Who are you?

Oh, I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

Causton CID.

Fincher sent you, did he?

No, he did not.

but, look, if this isn't your land and you're

fencing it off, that is an illegal act, Mr. Burbage.

BURBAGE: It's mine.

I know fine and well it' s mine. So does everyone around here.

Oh, yeah, Finch has got

some solicitor fella checking the land deeds,

trying to stake his claim.

All he'll find is proof that it belongs to me.

Huh?

Yes, I want to buy that land.

Travelers don't want to travel all the time, Mr. Jones.

We need somewhere permanent.

Send the kids to school, make a living.

BEN: Land doesn't come cheap.

Where will you get the money?

Investments.

These people have trades.

They work.

They pass some of the money to me, I invest it.

I don't have a trade, Mr. Jones.

I have a profession. I'm an accountant.

That's right.

Some of us did get to go to school.

So we got the money and we come by it legally.

Hell, same as bankers.

Your problem is Jack Fincher won't sell.

Did you try to bribe Faye Lennox?

No.

I thought she might talk Finch around,

if their solicitor finds proof the land's his.

That's all.

Didn't do anything illegal.

Course, there are those

saying it's Burbage land.

Man called Jude Langham -- his family lived

on the Fincher Farm for years -- talk to him.

So you're covering both possibilities.

I want the land.

Don't give a damn who sells it to me.

Hold on.

Is that all?

For the time being.

You got a permit for that?

You think it would be sitting there if I didn't?

Go on.

MALKO: We already agreed the price!

You threaten me again,

there will be another death in Ford Florey!

So, that's the next move, is it

What is it to you?

You know what you're like when you've been drinking.

She's dead.

Faye's dead. This helps.

What would you care? You're glad to be rid of her.

That' s a dreadful thing to say!

JACK: You always hated her!

WOMAN: Faye was a gold digger. Leo thought so, too.

JACK: You don' t think I' m going

to let you lay your hands on my money?

Or the farm.

You're forgetting something.

I'm still married to you.

JACK: It's not just a will Fergal's drawing up,

it's a petition of divorce.

SUSAN: Good! Why did it take you so long?

JACK: You could have left any time you wanted.

Not empty-handed.

I'm going to take you for everything you've got!

No! No!

He would have killed me!

Mr. Fincher, what I've just seen

constitutes a criminal assault.

If your wife wants to press charges --

She won't! She just wants paying off.

What do you mean by that?

Private matter.

Sir, a murder has just been committed.

Nothing is private.

Especially about your relationship with Faye Lennox.

Silas Burbage is fencing the swamp.

What?

He's out there now with some farmhand, fencing it off.

Right, he wants a war, that's what he'll get!

Don't touch that!

If what Silas Burbage is doing proves illegal,

then he'll be held to account,

and if you do anything stupid, the same thing applies.

In either case...

the law will deal with it.

Usual, please, Fred.

Thanks.

He's been drinking.

I don't know who killed her, but whoever it was --

Did us a favor? Is that what you were going to say?

I wouldn't put it quite like that.

But we both thought she was after Jack's money.

If anyone could have talked Jack into selling the swamp,

it would have been Faye.

-No. He never would have sold.

The land's barren.

But it's our land, Susan, Fincher land.

You've just never understood about that, have you?

No. And I never will.

I've got an errand to run.

Oi! Watch it!

All right, toe rag.

You want a war, Burbage!

Happy to oblige!

Aaah!

Aaaah!

Mrs. Fincher.

He was found by a farm worker.

He' s being questioned now but he had nothing to do with this.

One of Silas Burbage's men.

Yeah. Time of death is estimated between

8:00 and 11:00 yesterday evening.

This miserable little patch of land.

Tom.

Excuse me.

Whoever did this to him was something of an expert.

The rope was tight around his ankles.

He could have been dragged by his neck --

decapitation.

Round the body and he'd have been dragged head first --

not nice, but a chance to escape perhaps,

but round the ankles, no escape.

And he would have suffered before he died.

BEN: Sir.

Up there.

Silas Burbage or Dan Malko.

Which?

LEO: I went to the pub. Susan was there.

We talked for a bit and then she left.

One of the travelers started a ruck, your blokes were called,

I gave my witness statement then went home.

You really think that I murdered my own father?

-That's right.

And your father wasn't here?

He'd been drinking heavily all day.

I assumed he'd gone to bed.

-I went to bed myself.

Not much of an alibi, is it?

No, it isn't.

Tell me about the relationship between

your father and your stepmother.

-Ask Susan. -I'm asking you.

They'd been at odds for a while.

That's a polite way of putting it.

Jack had come to dislike me.

I don't know what I did to make that happen.

So why didn't you end it?

I could have left,

but he decided I should get nothing -- no money,

no property.

While we were still married, I had a claim.

You don't need me for this, do you?

I'm so sorry, Leo.

LEO: Sure, I know.

Silas Burbage or Dan Malko -- what's the theory?

Burbage wants to sell the land, Malko wants to buy it.

Jack Fincher was the stumbling block.

There's a local man, Jude Langham,

he seems to know all about the swamp and who owns it.

You'd better go talk to Jude Langham.

Meantime, I'll go up to Sternhill Farm

and see Silas Burbage.

Silas.

Started without ya.

So, things are a little different now

with Jack Fincher dead.

Dead? You mean murdered.

But, it's an ill wind...

Nah.

No, he has a son and a wife.

They'll likely contend the swamp.

And Fincher sent that solicitor up to find the land deed.

Still...

that won't do them any favors, will it?

As we know.

Good. And we have a deal.

Everything being equal...

except we haven't set the price yet.

Well, I'll pay what the land's worth.

That's what we agreed. We shook on it.

Ah, traveler's law, is it?

The honor of the traveler.

Something like that, yeah.

Well...

there' s the law of the Burbages to be taken

into consideration, too,

which states that...

the seller sets the price.

You're a crook, Burbage.

Oh, that's rich coming from you.

You people have been robbing decent folk for years.

We got an agreement, yes.

That doesn't make you my blood brother.

Hmm?

Mr. Langham?

Jude Langham?

That's me.

I'm Detective Sergeant Jones, Causton CID.

It' s a beautiful piece of work.

In honor of my father.

It will go in Saint Mary's. He was church warden there.

Stained-glass always been your trade?

Started out a carpenter.

Local man at a glass workshop, he taught me.

It's not a trade, it's an art.

Your family have lived in Ford Florey

for a long time, haven't they?

We can trace five generations, probably go back further.

And you used to live on the Fincher Farm.

Ah!

That' s what you' ve come about.

The swamp.

Yeah. I'm told you believe

the land belongs to Silas Burbage.

I don't believe, I know.

You have proof of it?

Always spoken of as Burbage land.

No one ever said different.

It's all the proof I need.

Jack Fincher wouldn't agree.

Don't speak that man's name here.

Jack Fincher killed my father.

Sorry?

We were friends when we were kids, Jack Fincher and me.

My family lived in a cottage on his land, always had done.

My father, when he was a boy,

his father before him.

Then when he married that woman,

she got him to throw us out.

My dad was 84 years old.

You had tenant's rights, surely.

Never a proper agreement.

Only a handshake between my grandfather and his.

A handshake means a lot round here, Mr. Jones.

Well, it used to, anyway.

Squatter's rights, then.

My father was a proud man.

He wouldn't stay where he wasn't wanted.

We packed up, we got out.

Council house -- we got there,

took to his bed, turned his face to the wall.

Within a month he were dead.

Jack Fincher was murdered last night.

I know.

Mary Morgan told me.

It's bad luck to speak ill of the dead, I know that,

but where Jack Fincher's concerned, I'll take the risk.

Okay, thank you.

Judge Langham here.

I think I've got something you want.

Good morning!

Good morning.

I'm looking for Silas Burbage.

Not here, I'm afraid.

I'm Adam Burbage, his son.

Oh, yes. Billy the Kid.

Have you got any idea where your father might be?

Out on the farm somewhere, I suppose.

You suppose?

Sorry, I remember you from yesterday, but...

Oh, yeah, sorry, I beg your pardon.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby

from Causton CID.

I don't live here, Mr. Barnaby,

or work here -- I'm not a farmer.

You're not?

No, I'm an optician.

My consulting rooms are in the village.

But I am a member of the Ford Florey Wild West Society.

Founding member, in fact.

We stable some of the horses here.

I'm just doing my bit.

Well, perhaps you could speak to him.

Tell him he can phone me at any of these numbers.

Leave a message.

Is it about Jack Fincher?

Uh, yeah, in part.

They weren't the best of friends.

TOM: I know that.

My father would never... kill a man.

It's not in his nature.

You can' t imagine how many times I' ve heard that said.

Thank you.

Hello?

No, you've got the wrong Burbage.

No, that's the number of my consulting room.

The call's been automatically forwarded.

What...

She's late. That's not like her, is it?

Never mind. She'll be along directly.

Aaaah!

Jude!

Oh, Jude, oh, my God!

Oh! What do I do?

Mary!

Behind the chimney.

Behind the chimney.

My god!

We weren' t the best of friends, but, uh...

sorry he's dead.

Not the best of friends?

You were sworn enemies.

I hope you're not suggesting

that I had something to do with --

Oh, no, Silas, of course not.

You' re a fool, but I don' t think you' re a murderous fool.

Even so, I expect the police will be paying you a visit,

if they haven't already.

I'm hard to find.

You want a drink?

Vodka and tonic.

Double, if that's okay.

I think I can afford it.

Large vodka and tonic.

You spoke to them, though?

-Of course.

And then there was...

what's her name...

Faye. Faye Lennox.

That's right.

Bad business all around.

You know he was giving her one?

I did know that Silas, yes.

So...

what is it ya want -- aside from a large vodka?

You're in trouble.

Am I?

Sternhill Farm is failing.

You need capital.

That's my business.

SUSAN: It could be mine.

You know, Jack engaged a solicitor

to search for the deeds to the swamp?

Yeah, and when he finds those papers,

they'll prove my ownership.

Just suppose Jenner finds the papers

and they prove that the swamp belonged to Jack Fincher?

I'm his widow. I inherit.

Oh, right.

So if it turns out to be your land,

you sell it to the travelers.

And, if it can't be decided one way or the other,

I might be looking for a business partner.

-Good evening.

-Well, she thought he was.

Took a hell of a whack to the head.

Is he going to be all right?

Permanent damage, you mean?

It's too soon to tell for sure,

but I don't think so, no.

His mobile, sir -- last three songs look interesting.

Leo Fincher, Dan Malko and Adam Burbage.

Sir.

Place has been ransacked but it doesn't look like a robbery.

His wallet is on the sideboard, untouched.

TOM: The woman who found him?

BEN: Mary Morgan.

Oh, Mary Morgan, the woman whose dog was shot.

BEN: Yeah.

Mrs. Morgan, I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby

from Causton CID.

May I ask you please why you were calling on Mr. Langham?

I was bringing Jude his dinner.

His dinner

Jude's on his own, he works very hard.

Sometimes he forgets to eat.

We look out for one another.

Tell me what happened.

The only thing he said was, "back of the chimney."

Pardon?

"Back of the chimney," that's what he said.

Look, is there anything else you want me for?

Because I'd like to get to the hospital.

Yes, of course. Someone has taken your details?

I do hope he's all right.

Please, God.

Back of the chimney.

Yeah.

Go on.

Nah, I can't see anything.

Well, there might be a ledge. Feel about.

Aah!

Well, there is something, but I can't quite...

Aah!

TOM: Oh, no, no, no, James!

I don't think that's what we're looking for.

Sir, they've found something in a workshop.

George.

What's that?

Could be Judge Langham's.

More likely Langham pulled it from the neck of his attacker.

TOM: What's that? Is that a hieroglyph?

-I'm not sure.

Something a Romany might wear, perhaps.

Oh.

I'll take that. Thank you.

By the way, Tom, I got the forensic report

on the bullet that killed Faye Lennox.

-Very odd.

Given the range and accuracy, it had to be a rifle,

and you' d expect a .23 caliber, but it was a 44-40.

What's that?

Exactly. We don't come across them in the U.K.

And I was talking to somebody in the gun squad

and apparently the first

and most famous example of that load

was the 44-40 WCF.

The letters stand for Winchester Centre Fire,

otherwise known as the Winchester '73.

The Gun that won the West.

Oh, thank you, George.

George found this. Jude Langham's workshop.

Could be from the attacker.

Don't get your sooty fingers all over it, just look.

Well, what is it? Gypsy charm?

We'll ask Dan Malko.

Well, after I've had a shower, sir.

Oh, no, Jones, no time for that.

Mrs. Barnaby keeps wet-wipes

in the glove compartment over there -- help yourself.

Hello, Susan.

Oh! I almost passed out, you moron!

Sorry, I should have told you I was going to be here.

Yes, and perhaps you'd like to tell me why you're here

and how you got in.

And who gave you leave to help yourself to the whiskey?

Well...

in no particular order,

a key over the lintel, as many people know.

Whiskey, bit of a liberty, I agree,

but it is only the blended.

Reason for visit -- to see Leo, who asked me to call.

So, here I am, but he is not.

What did he want to talk to you about?

The search for the deeds, I imagine, what else?

All right if I have another?

Why is it taking so long?

Well, documents get misplaced, you know.

Filed under a variant name, transferred.

Wrongly categorized.

We need to get it settled.

Of course you do.

With Jack gone, the inheritance and so forth,

it's vital, I agree.

Especially since you're keen to sell, I imagine,

and Leo would kill to prevent it.

Figure of speech, sorry.

Fergal, I know Jack was intending to change his will.

Do you?

To favor Faye.

Did he talk to you about it?

I could never understand Jack, you know?

Woman like you as his wife

and he looked elsewhere.

A woman like you...

to take to his bed.

That trailer there, sir.

Right, we' ll do Dan Malko first, then we' ll go find Leo Fincher.

Ah, Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby --

No, let me, let me.

That was very impressive. What did he say?

"Do you want to buy some lucky white heather?"

Mr. Malko.

Mr. Barnaby.

Mr. Malko, a man was seriously assaulted earlier this evening,

Jude Langham, and your name was on his dialed calls list.

He did call me, yeah.

What did he say?

I didn't speak to him. He left a message.

Which said what?

Asked me to call him.

And did you?

I just said -- we never spoke.

So someone gets battered,

travelers are first call, it never changes.

I resent that remark, sir.

Several people on that list.

We shall be talking to them all. There is no prejudice.

There's always prejudice.

Mr. Malko, I understand that you're trying to buy

the swampland to help your people,

and I do applaud that.

But two murders have been committed

and there are questions to be asked.

About this. Take a look at that.

What do you want to know?

Does that symbol mean anything to you?

Yeah.

That's the ancient Romany symbol...

for bullshit.

FERGAL: Did Jack change his will?

No, my darling, he didn't.

And will the deeds be found, will they favor you?

The thing about

these old documents...

they're notoriously ambiguous and open to interpretation.

And if the documents are found, I'm sure I could guarantee

that they'd prove whatever you want them to prove.

In return for...

Oh, in return for...

a piece of the profits.

And a piece of you.

You're gonna regret that, you bitch!

Some other time.

Who's that?

SUSAN: Fergal Jenner, solicitor.

And what was he soliciting?

I want to talk to your stepson if he's here, please.

He's not, I'm afraid.

In fact, I have no idea where Leo is.

Are you driving back into Ford Florey?

-I will be, yeah.

I think I'll get a room at the pub.

Home Farm doesn't seem much like home, just at the moment.

Okay, fine.

Give me five minutes.

Thanks. I'll send someone for my car in the morning.

I expect this is a bit feeble,

but with what's been happening and Fergal...

No, no, you're quite right. You take care.

Oh, uh, Mrs. Fincher, before you go.

I wondered, do you recognize this?

Where did you find it?

You do recognize it?

It's the astrological sign for Leo.

Leo Fincher's yeah?

He wears it all the time.

Thank you.

TOM: Good morning.

ADAM: Be with you in a minute.

Mr. Barnaby.

Mr. Burbage.

I'm told that you are the expert

on the Wild West.

"Wild West" isn't a term I'd use.

Is it not?

"Early American history."

TOM: Yes, of course.

I'm sorry, but you are the archivist of the society,

are you not?

Yes. When was the last time you had

an eye test, Mr. Barnaby?

An eye test?

You were looking at the test card and squinting.

Ah, yeah, well, I think my eyesight's pretty good.

Let's see.

Can you read the fifth line of the chart, please?

Z-H-N-E-V.

You told me that, um... you were a founding member of...

Of the society, yes.

I've always been interested.

The true history of the American frontier is

very different from the fanciful Hollywood version.

Sixth line?

H, S...

B, U, F, D?

UH, FOR EXAMPLE?

BURBAGE: For example, one of my favorite characters,

Henry McCarty.

TOM: Henry McCarty. I don' t think I' ve heard of him.

Yes, you have -- also known as William H. Bonney.

Oh, Billy the Kid -- the role you took

when you were having a shootout with Jack Fincher.

That's right.

And your families have been feuding forever, haven't they?

BURBAGE: Don't read anything into it, Mr. Barnaby.

My father's disputes are none of my business.

Tell me, Mr. Burbage, what is it all about?

What is this fascination with the Old West, then?

Life's dull, you think?

One thing after another, then you die.

Bit of romance,

bit of adventure,

bit of fantasy, if you like.

Why not?

Sixth line?

Uh, H, Z, R, U, P, D --

What do you know about the Winchester Centre Fire rifle?

Winchester '73, so-called

because that was its year of manufacture.

And does the Ford Florey Wild West Society,

do they own any of these Winchesters?

Good Lord, know.

The gun's a real collector's piece.

Costs a fortune. We use stage guns.

Now, is the circle in the red stronger, or in the green?

Mr. Langham.

I'll get your coffee and paper.

Just the coffee -- I've had enough bad news.

Did you find him?

Not yet, no.

JUDE: He smashed it up.

He smashed my dad's memorial window.

Can you give me any kind of description?

He was wearing one of those balaclavas

where you only see the eyes.

Tall, short, heavy, slim?

Did he say anything?

It all happened so fast.

It's gone!

Window's destroyed.

When I were a younger man, I'd have broken his bones!

I believe you.

Oh, by the way, we looked behind the chimney,

like you said -- very interesting.

I said?

To Mrs. Morgan.

Oh.

Well, right.

You know everything then, don't you?

What made you think of hiding it there?

Good a place as any. Went there once.

A long time ago.

Best holiday of my life.

I wonder if anyone's ever made it to the top.

I wonder.

ADAM: You look straight ahead at that spot.

You making any progress?

I hear Jude Langham was attacked on top of everything else.

We're following up some interesting leads.

Is it safe?

Sorry?

Is it safe?

Is what --

Is it safe?

You know, to walk the streets at night?

People must be worried.

Well, it's not Dodge City, Mr. Burbage.

Tell me,

why is your father so eager to sell the swamp?

Farming isn't what it was.

He's run up some debts.

Selling that acreage would solve the problem.

So he's very anxious to have proof of ownership, is he?

He'll get it.

Now, you're presbyopic, astigmatic,

and have a slight tendency to red-green color blindness.

Otherwise, no problem.

Mr. Jones, you saw, didn' t you? Earlier.

You saw me kissing him.

Mrs. Morgan, you got a flat tire.

Otherwise, it would have been you on the ducking stool.

I see what you're thinking, but no, I called.

I said I was going to be late and that Faye

would have to be the witch until I got there -- people knew.

Look, I've got to get back. I've got his dinner to cook.

He can't bear hospital food.

JUDE: Went there once.

Long time ago -- best holiday of my life.

I wonder if anyone's ever made it to the top.

Chimney Rock.

Ahh!

Here I am, Jude my love.

TOM: Leo Fincher was shot.

George Bullard puts the time of death

beneath 8:00 and 9:30 last night.

When was he tied to the horse?

His hair, clothes, they were damp.

There was a fall of rain last night,

but it's been dry ever since.

The horse roamed all night with a corpse on its back.

Mr. Barnaby, it was something and nothing, you know?

Susan Finch and I are old friends.

Frankly, I'd had a bit too much to drink.

TOM: After which, you got into your car

and drove away.

Yes. Not a night to remember, perhaps.

BEN: You're looking for proof of ownership...

This could be it.

Aha!

It's an agreement between Caleb Burbage

and Noah Fincher, the grandfathers.

But it's not a legal document, I'm afraid.

If anything, it suggests the land was in dispute

back then.

The search continues.

In fact, I'm off to the archive right now.

After you left Home Farm last night, Mr. Jenner --

Went home, went to bed.

Anyone to vouch for that?

Sadly, no.

TOM: Threatening behavior,

inappropriate sexual conduct.

Drunk in charge -- if you go on like this, sir,

you might find yourself in need of a solicitor.

A good solicitor.

Obviously, Jude Langham thought it was proof

and that he could get a good price for it.

Which is why he phoned Dan Malko and Leo Fincher,

play one off against the other.

Someone thought it was a dangerous document

or he wouldn't have been attacked.

And if it did favor the Burbage claim,

then the likeliest suspect would be Leo Fincher.

Who isn't exactly available for questioning.

Oh! Just the man.

Right.

You go and talk to Jenner's neighbors,

see if anyone remembers him

getting back last night -- in the meantime,

I think I'll treat myself to a lunchtime pint.

BEN: Very nice.

You want the land, don't ya?

Right. Know what to do about it.

Someone wants a word. I'll leave you to him.

Mr. Burbage, you' re a difficult fella to track down, aren' t you?

I run a farm.

It involves a bit more than sitting behind a desk,

fiddling crime figures.

TOM: Thank you.

Actually, it's crime figures I want to talk to you about.

There have been three violent deaths in Ford Florey

in the last two days.

Where were you when those deaths occurred?

I live on my own since my wife passed on.

I haven't got a working clock, I haven't got a television.

I get up with the sun, I go to bed when I feel tired.

If you told me when those people died,

I wouldn' t be able to tell you where I was or what I was doing.

You stable some of the Wild West Society's

ponies and horses up at your farm, don't you?

Are you a member of that society?

I used to be.

Better rider than any of 'em.

Quick on the draw, too -- Bang!

Why did you leave?

Being near to Fincher with a gun gave me too many ideas.

He's gone! No one knows where he is.

TOM: Mrs. Morgan, what are you talking about?

Jude, his bed was empty. No one knows where he is.

He's gone!

Malko!

Malko!

It's gone! The police have found it.

I know -- they showed it to Fergal Jenner and...

it's worthless.

So if you thought you were sitting on a nest egg,

Langham, you better think again.

What are you doing here?

You all right?

I don't know what happened.

BEN: You shouldn't be driving.

No, all right. I'm so sorry.

I was going out to the farm to get a change of clothes.

Well, better leave it for a while, eh?

I will, yes.

Well, he hasn' t been dead long.

The archivist says she gave him the references half an hour ago.

That sounds about right -- 20 minutes at the most.

Page is torn out.

Yeah, all from the "C" section.

Not from the "B," none from the "F."

But whose name begins with "C"?

No one we know.

That is a Bowie knife!

And the bullet that killed Leo Fincher...

44-40 load.

There's been a pretty strong lead

to the Wild West Society all through this thing.

Too strong, perhaps.

Your friends from the gun squad,

did they say the 44-40 shell

could only be fired from a Winchester rifle?

No, no, it can be used on various sniper rifles.

Even a .44 handgun.

-Yep.

Mr. Malko!

MALKO: I was just arriving. TOM: Or just leaving.

Fergal Jenner has been murdered.

Happened an hour ago.

Oh, that's great.

That's just wonderful.

And of course it will be

the gyppo, won't it, it'll be the diddycoy!

I didn't say that.

You knew Jenner was at the archive.

He phoned me.

Said he found the deeds to the swamp.

I'd already made him an offer but he wanted more.

Did he say who the deeds favored?

It's Burbage land.

Deeds were put under "C" for Caleb.

Grandfather's first name.

In the outset,

I had a deal with Silas.

If the deeds showed it was Burbage land,

we' d pay Jenner' s price so the land could be sold on to me.

If not, Jenner would

fake a document favoring Silas for the same price.

Only problem is, price kept going up.

I could pay a fair whack, but I ain't got that kind of money.

Neither did Silas Burbage.

No, but it's his land, anyway.

And Jenner's dead.

So you'll do a deal with Silas.

Looks that way, yeah.

Job done.

Hey, hey!

Whoa!

Don't tell me!

Wet-wipes in the glove compartment.

This marmalade is thick cut.

It's the sort you like.

Why do you buy thick cut?

You prefer it.

Hand delivered.

Feels like there's a lipstick in it.

I prefer thin cut.

No, you don't.

More lethal than lipstick.

But not always.

Aces and 8's.

Dead man's hand.

Hi.

No, listen, I'm going away for a while.

I think it's better that way.

Yes, of course I' m coming back.

Yes, of course.

Of course I'm coming back.

She's checked out and gone home.

TOM: Hop in. You see this?

BEN: Who would want to kill Susan Fincher now?

TOM: Lipstick, Jones, lipstick.

Sometimes more lethal than a bullet.

Where are you going, Mrs. Fincher?

SUSAN: As far away as I can get.

With Faye dead, then Jack, and Leo, now Fergal Jenner --

someone's got a list.

There' s a good chance my name' s reached the top.

TOM: Yes, you could be right --

TOM: Inside!

Run, run, inside!

[ Dramatic Western soundtrack plays ]

BEN: At Home Farm, under fire. Immediate assistance required!

ARV, gun squad -- just deploy whoever you can

as fast as you can!

Send her out!

Send the woman out!

That's Adam Burbage out there, innit?

Billy the Kid.

Send her out and the rest of you can go!

I think he wants to talk to you.

Talk? He wants to kill me!

If I go out there, I'm dead.

TOM: Yeah, I know.

Because you were running out on him, weren't you?

How long before the cavalry get here?

They're saying 15 minutes.

Rapid response, is it? What we got to defend ourselves with?

Nothing!

Look about!

You stood to gain most, didn't you?

You'd get the farm, with all the other claimants dead.

ADAM: Send the woman out!

You couldn't be the killer, could you?

Because for every murder, you had an alibi.

ADAM: Send her out!

Send the woman out!

And how perfect those alibis were, huh?

When Faye Lennox was being shot, you were dropping an ice-cream

into my wife's lap... ...unforgettable.

So you couldn't be the one who shot Faye Lennox.

But your accomplice...

could do the job for you, couldn't he?

Plenty of time for him to get round

from the shoot-out in Main Street to the helter-skelter.

Fifteen minutes, could be half an hour...

But you didn' t have an alibi...

when Jude Langham was attacked, did you?

But then Leo did that, it was nothing to do with you.

SUSAN: I knew it had to be him.

The way Leo and Jack talked about "Fincher land,"

As if it were a gift from God.

And the Finchers don't take kindly to being threatened.

Send her out!

For God's sake, do something. He's mad.

Nothing... just Fincher's guns from the Wild West Show.

Well, take a couple of pot-shots at him.

BEN: They're blanks.

Well, we know that, but he doesn't.

Okay, so he thinks you're a lousy shot.

You or me, Wyatt...

You or me.

What did you offer him

Or something more than that, hey?

Yes, it was, wasn't it? And now

he's in love with you.

SUSAN: One thing led to another.

I just thought he was an attractive man

who might be some use to me.

I didn't realize how disturbed he was.

He had a collection of Western guns -- Winchester,

Colt .45, Buntline.

All authentic.

TOM: And you saw a way of making

those mad little dramas in his head work to your advantage.

SUSAN: I told him, with Faye out of the way,

and Jack and Leo, I'd inherit the farm.

I'd sell up and we'd go away somewhere.

Go where

Dodge City.

ADAM: Send her out or I'll come and get her.

Oh!

TOM: He's lost in a fantasy-land, that man.

William H. Bonney,

Billy the Kid.

TOM: They're not murders to him, are they?

Like little movies with him as the hero...

SUSAN: A movie you said, like a movie.

And it was.

I was directing, he was the star.

TOM: And with Faye out of the way,

you would inherit.

But first Jack had to die.

You wanna a war, Burbage? Happy to oblige.

Aaaaah!

TOM: And you could organize your alibis

while Adam acted out his cowboy fantasies.

Ha-ha. Who are you

No. Billy the Kid.

TOM: But Fergal Jenner

was an entirely different proposition.

He'd actually found real evidence that the swamp

was indeed Burbage land.

You were wrong, so wrong.

So you'd better start thinking about naming a price.

TOM: You could have paid for a fake document, couldn't you,

but then you' d have to depend on Jenner keeping his mouth shut.

And once a blackmailer, always a blackmailer.

What are you doing here?

BEN: And all those people had to die

so you could inherit a farm.

SUSAN: As a farm it would fetch a fair sum.

As prime development land, it's worth a small fortune.

ADAM: You won't give her up?

Okay, I'm calling you out.

Man to man!

Where are they? The back-up. Where are they?

It was five minutes, five minutes ago.

I came back for some clothes. How stupid is that?

I could be clear and away.

TOM: Nah, you couldn't be.

Not before you had implicated Adam.

Once he realized you'd abandoned him,

too dangerous to let him be on the loose.

TOM: Mrs. Fincher.

You sent me this note and this bullet.

You expected to be long gone

before Adam Burbage was arrested.

I told Adam we'd wait until things had calmed down.

I'd sell the farm, he'd sell his business,

then we'd go away together.

And once he'd realized the truth, you'd be far, far away.

Time's up!

Make your play, Wyatt!

BEN: Oh, wonderful!

They decided to take a shortcut and got stuck in the swamp.

Time's up.

All right.

It's time to end this.

No, sir, you can't!

Of course we can.

He gets in here, he's gonna kill her.

Now...

we've got one shot at this.

Whenever you're ready.

More lethal than lipstick.

Guess you were just too fast for me, Wyatt.

A very good shot, that. Thank you for it.

You took a hell of a risk.

He could have shot you as soon as you stepped into the yard.

No, no, Jones, that's not the way it works.

He called me out.

So he had to wait for me to draw first.

The code of the West.