All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S13E06 The Noble Art

COMMENTATOR : What
a terrific fight this

is shaping up to be.

Madison Square
Garden in New York

is absolutely
packed for this one.

And what a story it could be
if John Kinsella from Midsomer

Morchard were to win this
world middleweight title fight.

Can he somehow find a
way to get the better

of the Argentinian
Garcia La Tosa

defending his title
for the fifth time?

Kinsella in the blue
shorts, remember.

He is still right in this fight.

All those weeks of preparation.

Good left hand from
Kinsella in there again.

La Tosa keeps on
marching forward.

This teeked-up
Argentinian is so strong.

-Oh no, no, no, no.

COMMENTATOR :
Good body shots.

Kinsella will be feeling those,
every one of them that pounds

into his midriff.

But Kinsella still
looking fresh.

-Yes!

COMMENTATOR (ON
TV): The Argentinian

with that left-hand bleed.

There's the bell to
end the eighth round.

The referee has to split them.

A little bit of afters.

-Thank goodness for that.

I could do with a
breather myself.

-It's the excitement.

-It's the sleep deprivation.

-Yes.

I didn't realize
they'd be fighting

at 4:00 in the morning.

-They're not.

They're five hours behind us.

-And I thought
they'd be outside.

SEBASTIAN: Why?

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

-Oh.

Madison Square Garden.

CAMILLA: So I'm right.

SEBASTIAN: It's a world famous
sporting arena, not bloody Kew.

My wife's not known
for her intellect.

-Whereas my son is
renowned for his charm.

Ignore him.

COMMENTATOR (ON
TV): Let's hear now

from Teddy Molloy, his trainer.

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

-Work the body.

-Keep him safe, Teddy.

Keep him safe.

-Now, you did it
in the gym, John.

Right uppercut.

Left hook.

COMMENTATOR :
He did it in the gym.

You heard the instructions
from Teddy Molloy.

He's been told to try and work
behind that left-hand bleed.

-I'm not much of a boxing fan.

-You're not alone there.

-Not by a long chalk.

Though I'm surprised
that Grace Bishop

hasn't got more of a stomach
for this kind of thing.

COMMENTATOR (ON
TV): Frank Bishop,

Kinsella's promoter and
manager at ringside.

Don King's there as well.

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

if he can come through this.

Into the ninth round
of this 12 rounder

for the world
middleweight title.

La Tosa is a big betting
favorite for this one.

Good body shots.

Kinsella really teeing
off with that left hand.

Precisely what
Teddy Molloy said.

Keep the pressure on--

-Come on, John.

COMMENTATOR :
--here in this ninth round.

Good left hand again.

Rattling that jab into
the face of La Tosa.

Good shot.

Left hook.

And Kinsella has
put La Tosa down.

Working off that
right-hand lead.

And the left hook has put
La Tosa on the canvas.

The gum shield is out and
I think this fight is over.

-There's no coming
back from that.

-Dead to the world.

COMMENTATOR : Kinsella
is going to win the title.

The referee is going to stop it.

It's all over.

John Kinsella from
Midsomer Morchard in the UK

is your new champion.

And the celebrations begin.

What a performance.

John Kinsella, taken
in as a young boy,

as an orphan by
Frank Bishop, who's

there in the ring with him now,
sharing the moment of glory,

is now champion of the world.

What a story here tonight.

Midway through the ninth round.

-Ladies and gentlemen--
ladies and gentlemen,

please raise your glasses to the
champion of Midsomer Morchard,

now champion of the
world, John Kinsella.

-I still can't
believe that you've

taken time off to go
to a garden party.

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

It's a very grand occasion.

-You never were much
of a boxing fan before.

-Well, in Midsomer
Morchard at this moment,

it is hard not to be.

JOYCE: Well, that's where
the statue of Tom Sayers

is going to stand.

-See what I mean.

-Tom, Joyce, good
of you to come.

-Looks like we're
the last to arrive.

-No.

I'm afraid not.

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

-Yes.
His flight's been delayed.

A security alert.

Or as Frank Bishop
said, "typical Yanks.

One glimpse of a burka
and everyone freaks out."

-No.

No.

They should be back
by later tonight,

but there's no
reason we can't toast

the champion in his absence.

Could I get you a glass
of something sparkling?

AIRLINE WORKER (ON
LOUDSPEAKER): All flights

from Newark have been delayed.

We apologize for
any inconvenience.

-You useless piece of--

-You're going to
have to go somewhere

else if you want
to get a signal.

-Thank you.

With the gentlemen of the
press waiting to pounce.

Bloody animals.

-Just when have you shied
away from publicity.

-This is a top of
the range phone.

-Just goes to show.

-Money can't buy you everything.

FRANK: Don't get
too clever, John.

You'll only embarrass yourself.

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

-You shouldn't wind him up.

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

-You won't always
be world champion.

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

he'll drop me like a stone.

-Just like every other
fighter he's managed.

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

-Grace is working on it.

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

-Sorry for squeezing
your hand like that.

During the fight
the other night.

You must think I'm awful.

-How perceptive.

-Is that a smile or just your
lips sliding off your teeth?

-Gerald is very
strongly identified

with Midsomer Morchard.

Isn't he?

-He is the lord of the manor.

-Not quite.

-He lives in the Manor House.

-He's the current occupant.

BARNABY: And it is very
kind of him, is it not,

to open up the place
for the celebration.

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

You a boxing fan?

-Not really.

But I did have an
interest in this fight.

-Because of the local interest.

-Oh yes.

She's not my wife.

She's my assistant.

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

-No.

Iris just likes to
keep an eye on me.

-See you again soon.
-Lovely to see you.

Take care.
-Bye.

-Oh, I feel for that Giles.

Having her around
him all the time.

It must be like
working with a stalker.

GERALD: Don't let
her get to you.

-Snooty cow.

Fur coat and no knickers.

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

-Holding Iris Holman's hands.

I wish I'd seen that.

-I was in pieces till
that fight was over.

-Grace, you are married
to a boxing promoter.

How many contests have you seen?

GRACE: I've lost count.

Anyway, it's
different when you're

watching one of your own.

-Libby.

Tom, Joyce, Libby Morris,
sculptor extraordinaire.

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

-I certainly am.

-That must be a bit hard.
Mustn't it?

I mean trying to
make the likeness

of a man who died 150 years ago.

-It is.

But fortunately, there's
some photographs of him.

GERALD: And you have a live
fighter to pose for you.

-John Kinsella, before he
went off to the States.

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

The statue.

-Very nearly.

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

I'd value your opinion.

-Yes, you ought to.

In fact, I'll be there tomorrow.

-She did fancy my John.

And they all do.

-Grace is very protective
about young Mr. Kinsella.

She treats him like a son.

In fact, he lives
with her and Frank.

-Might have been
better for everyone

if they'd left
him in the gutter.

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

I do apologize.

Can I have a chat with you?
SEBASTIAN: Hooray.

I finally have your attention.

PARTY GUEST: Ah, Gerald.

-Hello.

So good to see you.

-See you later.

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

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

-How about somebody
else's house?

-Don't be facetious.

-I'm being entirely serious.

And you know it.

Oh, everyone loves
Gerald Farquaharson.

So charming, a proper gentleman.

Not like that son of his.

Well, I might be crass, but
it's your louche behavior which

has brought us to
the point of losing

this house and
the entire estate.

So what are you
going to do about it?

-You must be the only
shop front in Causton

without message
of congratulations

to John Kinsella.

-I'm doing my bit for Kinsella.

-Really.

-Every time some
part-time punter

like you comes in to collect
their winnings from his fight.

-Come on.

Win some.

Lose some.

-That's not how
this business works.

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

-Nope.

-Didn't think so.

-My family thinks gambling is
like giving money to the devil.

No offense.

-None taken.

-Can you believe they'd be upset
if they knew I was in here?

-Not nearly as much as I am.

-Thank you.

-Good idea.

Strong and black please.

-Certainly, madam.

There you are.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

-I feel a bit sick.

Coffee doesn't usually
affect me like this?

-No.

I'm fine.

Really.

-For God's sake, Iris.

I'm driving.

Have a proper drink.

It might loosen you up a bit.

-Enjoy yourself.

-Fine.

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

-Well, that would be
worth staying for.

Staying?

-I'll get the coats.

GRACE: I'm so proud of him.

Are you sure he's not hurt?

Are you all right?

I worry about you two.

I miss you when you're gone.

Husband.

More privacy in here.

Are you still there?

So when are you back?

Oh no, no, no.

I'll be up.

GERALD: Tom, you're
not leaving are you?

It's just getting
lively out there.

-Indeed it is.

Time for a good
copper to be leaving.

-Oh, would I could.

I'm driving.

-Keep me company
while I have one.

-All right.

-Good man.

-I'm sure I can't tempt
you to a small one.

-Oh, get thee behind me, Satan.

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

-Oh, look.

Knuckle dusters.

GERALD: Certainly are, as
used by some of the more

unscrupulous prize fighters
of the 19th century.

Hello.

One of them's missing.

-Oh.

Is this case locked?

-Used to be while I
was still married.

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

She was effective enough
with her bare hands.

-Oh, that is annoying.

Now, who'd want to steal
something like that?

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

even to a collector like myself.

-I've been looking
everywhere for you.

-Not now, Sebastian.

We're just leaving.

-I don't think so.

-Ronny, glad to see you've
still got a shirt on your back.

-Ah.

-Local bookmaker.

Good sport actually turning
up, because he took a hell

of a pounding on
the Kinsella win.

-Did you collect your
winnings from him?

-No.

I had a substantial
wager elsewhere.

-We were.

Until your son demanded a
meeting with Mr. Braithwaite.

Now?

I'll go find them.
-No.

Please don't disturb them.

-Well, you could be
waiting for ages.

Why don't you get yourself home?

Should I get you a taxi?

-No.

No.

Don't do that.

We'll give you a lift home.

Gerald.

-It's a straightforward
question, Giles.

Can I get power of attorney?

-What grounds do you
have to justify taking

the estate away
from your father?

-Incompetence.

He's sending us
to rack and ruin.

-I have a suspicion that
Camilla may be pregnant.

-Coffee.

The smell makes
her feel nauseous.

-Is that a reliable
medical proof?

-Ask any woman.

She'll make a lovely mom.

Not so sure about Sebastian
as a father though.

He is such a joyless individual.

-He certainly hasn't got
his father's good nature.

That is true.

-Oh.

Do you know his father?

-Yes.

Gerald?

Of course.

-Then you have the
advantage over Sebastian.

He has no idea who his
biological father is.

But it certainly isn't
Gerald Farquaharson.

-Iris Holman.

That's a strange lady.

-She's not easy.

-And Giles Braithwaite.

He's just her boss, isn't he?

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

What have I said?

-Iris Holman is in love
with Giles Braithwaite.

-Oh, you'd have to be
blind not to see it.

Or a man.

Come on.

Come along.
We're late.

-Yes, yes.

-Morning, ladies.

The nerve center buzzing
with activity, is it?

-Not exactly.

-Camilla thinks I'm
taking on too much.

-Grace is already helping
with the publicity

and the hiring of the costumes.

But on top of that, she's
insisting on handling

the charity
donations on her own.

-Can you think of
anyone better to deal

with my husband's
tight

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

-That might be.

But I'm telling you, it's going
to take an expert to get him

to part with the money we raise.

-Call from New York.

Frank Bishop.

GILES: Mr. Bishop,
you must be very happy

with the way things
have worked out.

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

You can call around as
soon as it suits you.

GILES :
Oh, I intend to.

-Look.
We finally got a flight.

The plane gets in at midnight.

I should be with you about
2:00 o'clock in the morning.

-Hardly worth you getting
out of bed really.

I'll see you at the office.

Make sure you're there.

-2:00 AM.

I'll be here.

-Morning, Joyce.

-Morning.

-Grace and Camilla
are already here.

-See.

I told you we were late.

-Oh dear.

Have I dropped you in
it with the memsahib?

-Yes.

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

Have you five minutes?

-Yes, I have.

-Come with me.

Magnificent brutes aren't they?

-Joyce.

Yeah.
You're right though.

That definitely
would've persuaded

me to go to the fight.

-No.

No, it wouldn't.

They didn't have
posters in 1860.

All the arrangements had
to be hush hush in case

the police found
out and stopped it.

-That was 150 years ago.

This time around we need all
the publicity we can get.

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

-Oh, hey.

You don't have to
justify yourself to me.

I'm not that husband of yours.

JOYCE: We're very happy
to have you in charge.

-Definitely.

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

Sorry, girls.

Other business that
just won't wait.

-Well, it's very pretty.

It's more like the
setting for, you know,

a village fete than
a bare knuckle fight.

-Not any bare knuckle fight, the
very first world championship

fight.

Great Britain versus one
of her upstart colonies.

-Ah.

That would explain the
surrounding razzmatazz.

-Well, that's just
because we're trying

to raise a little
money for charity.

There'd have been
none of this when

Sayers fought
Heenan back in 1860.

Why not?

-Prize fighting was illegal.

Then it was kept secret until
the last possible minute.

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

-Oh, absolutely.

Queen Victoria herself
took a very keen interest.

-No.

But Dickens and
Thackeray were, along

with several members
of the aristocracy.

-Of course, that's where
the fight was staged.

-Right in our backyard.

-Oh, I'll do that.

-It's not heavy.

-Even so.

You shouldn't be lifting things.

-No.

But when you're pregnant, you--

-Coffee.

The smell of it
always made me feel

sick when I was carrying Cully.

-I could tell that you knew.

-Congratulations.

You don't seem very
happy about it.

-Oh, I am.

But it's Sebastian.

JOYCE: So it was unplanned.

-Oh, yes.

JOYCE: He'll come around.

Just give him some
time to accept it.

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

-You know, Tom.

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

I belong back at that
Sayers-Heenan fight

with all the other idlers who
called themselves nobility.

BARNABY: Oh come on.

You're being a bit
hard on yourself there.

-I don't think so.

The aristocracy were never
the backbone of this country.

The devil of it is
that I'm not idle.

Just never really seen
the point in most things.

-No.

Of course, I was steered
along the usual routes.

Eton.

Oxford.

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

-I'm afraid so.

And I'm a lousy gambler.

The thrill of the chase
appeals more than the winning.

-The bookies must love you.

-They send me Valentines.

Oh, seriously.

What do I do that could be
remotely regarded as useful?

-Well, you're a damn
good JP for a start.

-Oh, bless you for
saying that, Tom.

Oh, I almost feel
good about myself now.

-Mrs. Bishop.

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

-That's too public.

I need to speak to you urgently.

-I don't have anything
until tomorrow.

GRACE :
Oh, that won't do.

Frank will be back
from America by then.

Come to the house
this afternoon.

GILES : Sounds
as though it can't wait.

-No.

It can't.

Believe me.

This is something
Frank Bishop's had

coming to him for a long time.

JONES: Why are we here?

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

Mr. Ken Tuohy, looking
for Libby Morris.

That way?

Thank you.

-Ah.

Tom.

Ken told you where
to find us, did he?

-Not in so many words.

-That's Ken.

Expresses himself through his
hands, as does his fiancee.

-Ah, you came.

What do you think?

-I think that's very impressive.

-Tom says in all his glory.

-I wish.

It's only just back
from the foundry.

It needs a bit of
work before it's

ready for the village square.

GERALD: Libby's up against the
clock to get this ready in time

for the reconstruction of
the Sayers-Heenan fight.

-That is the
charter granting him

freedom of Midsomer Morchard.

-I've never heard of that.

-That's because
it didn't happen.

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

-More like the artist
working to a commission.

The charter was
Frank Bishop's idea.

-And he who pays the piper--

-As a tribute to Sayer's
links to the area.

-Frank Bishop.

I thought he was surgically
attached to his money.

-Oh, I know folk regard
him as a Johnny-Come-Lately

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

And that must
count in his favor.

What about you, Sergeant?

You a sporting man?

-I did a bit of boxing actually,
back in Wales at a local club.

-Oh, good man.

The noble art, eh?

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

but it's been many,
many years since I

won a boxing blue at Oxford.

-Wow.

Fighting days well
behind you though, eh?

-Afraid so.

But there's one thing
we will always have.

-We may be creaking
with ring rust,

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

-Ah.

-No.

No.

Leave the lights off.

I've got someone
coming round later.

And if he finds
you in here, it'll

just set tongues wagging
all around the village.

-OK.

-Mr. Braithwaite is
out of the office.

Can I help?

-No.

It was him we came to see.

-We were rather hoping that he
would see us on the off chance.

Will he be long?

-I really can't say.

-Are you sure there's
nothing I can do?

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

Apalling woman.

Why does Giles put up with her?

-Because she runs the office
like clockwork is why?

-Well, she gives me the creeps.

Wanting to know my business.

We came to see a solicitor,
not his assistant.

-Well, she's a little
self-important,

but don't worry.

Giles is a professional.

And anything you tell him,
he will take to the grave.

-I'm sorry for
dragging you out here.

It's just that I
didn't want word

getting around that I'd
been to your office.

-You make it sound
as though the place

is under constant surveillance.

-It's a small village.

Besides, there's that
assistant of yours.

-Now, you're being paranoid.

Is someone punching
the bag in there?

-No.

-I was sure I heard
somebody moving around.

Thanks for seeing me
before Frank gets back.

-It's as well I did.

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

-But that'd be the early
hours of the morning.

-It certainly will.

-It must be important if
it can't wait til tomorrow.

-It is.

Very.

And that's all I'm saying.

Client confidentiality
works both ways.

-Come here, Johnny.

Gives us a smile, chap.

-Out of the way please.

Give us a break.

The world title fight.

You'll get used to this, son.

You're big time now.

I'm still lugging my own bag.

Where's the limo, Frank?

-Don't be silly.

Limos cost money.

-They do, Teddy.

And we'll leave it at that, eh.

-First port of call,
nice salt bath.

Then bed.

-First port of call, bed.

Although we might soap one
another down in the bath

afterwards.

-Don't you ever think
of anything else?

-You've had me living like
a monk in the build-up

to that fight.

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

Well, training's over.

She's waited long enough.

-Well, she might have
to wait a bit longer.

Because the first port
of call is Braithwaite's.

The solicitor's.

At this time in the morning?

-I've got business
that can't wait.

-Don't wait up for me.

-You keep pushing
your luck, there

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

-In about five minutes
from now with any luck.

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

-Oh.

Come in.

-Bloody cat.

I just trod on him.

Don't laugh.

Shh.

No seriously.

Don't.

I think there's
someone downstairs.

I think there's
someone's downstairs.

Get up.

Stall him.

-Here.

I don't know how
long I'm going to be

in there with Braithwaite.

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

-Forget that.

I'm your trainer,
not your chauffeur.

Get Braithwaite to
give you a life home.

-Don't get lairy, Teddy.

I might stand a bit
of lip from John,

because he's still useful to me.

You, I keep on out of pity.

What's happened?

-I nearly got caught
trying to take

something that wasn't mine.

-Champion of the
world and arriving

back like a thief in the night.

Did anyone see you?

-I don't think so.

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

-No.

I don't.

You always do that for me.

-Looks like he suffocated.

-It's strange.

Isn't it, Jones?

The whole place has
been turned upside down,

and he looks sort of tranquil.

Almost composed.

Any defensive wounds?

Any signs of a struggle at all?

-None.

But look at this.

He's been struck
with something heavy.

-So he could have
been unconscious

before he was killed.

-Possibly.

JONES: Sir, your
friend has arrived.

-Oh, would you look at that.

-Tom, awful business.

I came as soon as I heard.

-Bush telegraph.

Place like this, word
gets around like wildfire.

You know where to find
me if you need me.

BARNABY: Mr. Bishop, tell me
please, what was so urgent

about your meeting with
Braithwaite last night that

couldn't wait until
later in the day?

-I like to get things
done, Chief Inspector.

-She was always at any
meeting I had with him.

-Not really.

-Stay where you are.

-She's a hard one.

I need more time with her.

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

Miss Holman, what were
you doing here last night?

-Mr. Braithwaite
always insisted that I

attend every important meeting.

It never took place.

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

-Of course, he was.

I didn't murder him.

-Why didn't you
contact the police?

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

-Miss Holman, would you get me
Mr. Braithwaite's appointments

diary please?

When you've had your moment.

Mr. Bishop, Mr. Bishop, how
upset was Miss Holman when

you met up with her last night?

-Practically hysterical.

-Mr. Molloy, is that true, what
he just said about Miss Holman?

-I was sat in the car.

It was a good while before
Frank called me inside.

JONES: How come?

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

I could see him
through the window.

BARNABY: Was he just talking
to her or comforting her.

-Well, did he have
an arm around her?

-I don't think she's the sort of
woman you put your arms around

under any circumstances.

-I'm going out.

-And there was me
thinking you'd come

to take an interest
in what I'm doing?

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

-That's not funny.

-He's made of bronze.

-I don't think so.

-Frank's in bed.

Jet lag.

And he's been up all night.

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

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

we're still looking at that.

-Why did you ask
Giles Braithwaite

to come here
yesterday afternoon?

-That's between me and him.

-Well, as he's now dead, you're
the only one who can tell us.

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

we do have every right to know.

-I wanted to ask about
getting a divorce.

Your husband's got to
know sometime, hasn't he?

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

Where Frank and
money's concerned,

you need to get the
jump on him to stand

any chance of getting
what you're due.

-Oh.

Come with me.

-Good.

Grace, what are you doing?

We're working.

-They wanted to see you.

I thought you were on your own.

-Mr. Molloy.

Thank you.

John Kinsella.

He was with you and Mr.
Bishop when you traveled back

in the plane from
New York, wasn't he?

-You know he was.

-But why wasn't he with
you in the car when you

went round to
Braithwaite's office?

-He was with me.

I asked Teddy to
drive him straight

back here from the airport.

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

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

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

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

-And your wives, your mothers.

Girlfriends.

-I saw Teddy Molloy fight.

That must have
been some time ago.

-My granddad took me to
see this Welsh boxer that

was fighting on the under card.

It was a Frank Bishop promotion.

Molloy was top of the bill.

He was fighting for
the British title,

youngest ever challenger.

-Why didn't you
mention that to him?

-He lost.

-Well, he never fought again.

-I know.

-Not interrupting
anything, are we?

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

to toe the line
against John Heenan.

-Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

-Yeah.

Just a bit.

-You need some
witch hazel on it.

-I don't do voodoo remedies.

-Honestly.

Chief Inspector,
he's such a baby.

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

-Oh poo.

This one will be more
like playing patty cake.

It's only pretend.

-Just make sure your
husband knows that.

-He's a pussycat.

-Now, we all know
that's not true.

You are playing Tom Sayers?

And Sebastian Farquaharson,
he's doing John Heenan.

-Mhm.

-A bit of a mismatch.

-No.

Tom Sayers was a
middleweight, and Heenan

actually was a heavyweight.
-No.

No.

I mean him being
a world champion.

-Oh, I see.

Well, Seb is a
second row forward

for the mid-summer
county rugby team.

So he's no stranger to a brawl.

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

They're not really
fighting, are they?

-Uh, Mrs. Farquaharson.

Mrs. Farquaharson,
you wanted to see

Giles Braithwaite yesterday.

What about?

-That's a personal matter.

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

I can give you any
answers you need.

I was with Camilla yesterday.

Thanks, Tom.

Camilla's been a bit
emotional of late.

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

I mean pregnancy.

-You know about that.

Well, that's exactly why
it's not the right time

to be thinking about a divorce.

Is that why she went to
see Charles Braithwaite?

-Yes.

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

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

and it's not an
isolated incident.

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

-Iris Holman says that
Sebastian is not your son.

-Oh, that woman really
has become very bitter.

-Yeah.

BARNABY: But is it true?

-He was fathered by
another man before my wife

walked out on me and Sebastian.

-Is Sebastian in touch
with his natural father?

-Not unless he goes to seances.

The man was a playboy.

Drank himself to death.

-So you raised
another man's child?

-I raised my son.

Which is why I feel
responsible for the way

he's treating that poor girl.

-Couldn't we get this
over with quickly?

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

SEBASTIAN: How many
times have I told you

it's got to look
better than that?

Come on.

Pull your finger out.

Giles was a friend
of the family.

-Was it family business
that you wanted

to see him about so urgently?

-As a matter of fact, it was.

-Sebastian, shouldn't
you be talking

to your father about that
rather than to a solicitor?

-I'd given up with him.

The sooner the estate
is made over to my name,

the sooner we can stop him
hemorrhaging money from it.

-Everyone knows
about his gambling.

-Son stabbing his
father in the back.

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

-You're wrong.

It's precisely the way to do it.

Lock up the lunatics.

Keep the incompetence
away from the finances

and leave the running
of things to those

that know what they're doing.

-Oh, survival of the fittest.

What a wonderful philosophy
to pass on to your child.

-I don't have a child.

-You soon will have.

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

-I'm not sure who the father
is, but the child is not mine.

I'm absolutely certain of that.

-Jib, jab, jab.

-Frank, didn't
expect you up yet.

-I'll bet you didn't.

Ken Tuohy, what
was he doing here?

-Usual story.

He told me he done
a bit of boxing.

Wanted me to have a look at him.

-Nothing special.

-Absolutely.

FRANK: That's all right then.

Because if I thought he'd
be in more than once,

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

You and this loving
wife of mine.

-Gerald.

He deserves a better
son than Sebastian.

-Gerald's no saint, sir.

You know about all
his gambling habits.

-Well, that's not
important, Jones.

Gerald is a JP.

He's a pillar of the society.

He's one of us.

No.

This challenge's
for the estate is

all to do with Sebastian
not being a biological heir.

-Well, he seems convinced
the child's not his.

-That's what I'm talking about.

It's all about inheritance.

-Do you think Frank
believes you about Tuohy?

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

You know what he's like.

-I can show you the scars.

-I've already seen them.

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

You know the temper on him.

-He had no reason to
lose it with Braithwaite.

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

and what we were
really talking about.

-Iris Holman.

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

-Well, that's not
healthy for us.

-Or for her.

GERALD: Just imagine, 150 years
ago, men were driving ring

posts into the ground
at exactly that spot.

Well, maybe not
exactly that spot.

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

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

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

a dark and brutal place.

It takes a special kind
of courage for someone

to get in there and keep
going back again and again.

Something you would
know about, Tom.

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

-I mean as a police officer.

You need that sort of
courage to face the darkness

and brutality the public
need to be shielded from.

Excuse me, gentleman.

With any luck,
they've struck oil.

-Us being like boxers.

An interesting comparison.

-I don't know.

A very perceptive one, Jones.

Different from the
usual village mindset

we find ourselves dealing with.

-Iris.

-Sebastian.

Or have you come
to see my father?

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

-Funny that.

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

-Pass it up.

BARNABY: You were up at
Oxford at the same time

as Giles Braithwaite.

Were you not?

Were you friends?

-Not close.

I knew him well enough.

-Well enough to know if he
were capable of blackmailing

any of his clients?

A blackmailer?

That's absolutely
out of the question.

That's one thing
you can discount.

-Well, that is pretty emphatic.

-Seriously, Tom, I'd stake
everything I have on that.

-Shame, he's such
a lousy gambler.

-Not you.

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

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

Set the dogs on me?

GERALD: Sebastian.

Inside the house now.

-This is not finished.

-Sorry about that, Frank.

-No idea.
A little bit mad, aren't they?

The aristocracy.

It's all that inbreeding.

You just have to accept it.

-Even though it means a
wasted journey for you?

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

-Gerald.

But it can wait.

Wouldn't want to get in the way
of some father and son bonding.

Happy families, eh.

-Uh, Mr. Bishop.

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

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

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

-Frank Bishop here.

It's never going to happen.

I won't let it.

-There's nothing
we can do about it.

It's out of our hands.

-We'll see about that.

-Ooh.

Ah.

-There we go.

-A word.

So you were talking to
Braithwaite about divorce.

-Yes.

Surprised you'd insult
anyone's intelligence

with a story like that.

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

but Molloy and
Kinsella are bound

to be mixed up in
whatever it is.

-Why is it so
impossible to believe

that I just want a divorce?

-Because divorce won't
be enough for you.

-Oh that's very splendid.

You must be very
proud of your fiance.

Apparently not.

-Not a match made in
Heaven, Chief Inspector.

-No celestial choirs
singing when you met then?

-Afraid not.

But when I first laid
eyes on the studio space,

the back of his forge.

-Is that how you two
first got together?

-You bet.

And you've seen those muscles.

I was happy enough to engage
him at close quarters.

-But that's not the
same thing as being,

you know, properly engaged.

-True.

But Ken couldn't quite
make the distinction,

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

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

-As in you're not coming back.

-As in I'm going on my own.

-I'm sure there will
be a lot of work

from blacksmiths in America.

-In Moose Jaw, Wyoming, maybe.

But I'm going to Chicago.

-Of course.

What do you take me for?

-Don't answer that, sir.

-Oi.

This local horse-shoer
or whatever he is.

-Ken Tuohy.

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

as you have as a manager.

-Who says I want
to be a manager?

-Look.

If it had just been
Tuohy, I would have done

what I've always
done, laugh at ya.

But when you get ideas
about managing Kinsella,

I start to get
seriously annoyed.

-Maybe we're
prepared to risk it.

-One word.

Contract.

Kinsella is tied to me.

He's going nowhere.

But you are.

I'm sick of you.

I want you to clear all
your stuff out of the gym

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

All right.

-Well, this makes a change.

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

-I'm glad he sacked me.

I'm finally free of him.

We can be together now.

-You know I can't leave John.

He's like a son to me.

-And me.

He'll come with us.

That was always the plan.

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

And unless that happens,
we're going nowhere.

Not while Frank's still around.

CAMILLA: He only went
to get his costume on.

Grace.

Frank should be here by now.

-Relax.

He's never missed a
photo opportunity yet.

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

-Frank!

Frank!

-Joyce.

Do you think Frank
Bishop would mind

if someone else
did the unveiling?

-Well, the whole
event was his idea,

and his money paid
for the statue.

-I suppose he would
be put out if somebody

else took the limelight.

-Just a bit.

-All the same.

If Grace can't find him,
will you do the honors?

-In your capacity
as Queen Victoria.

Get ready.

You're on.

-My lords, ladies and gentlemen,
I bring you a contest which

pits the old world
against the new.

One where a misguided
son of Yankeeshire--

---will learn that the
hand of the foreigner,

when raised against
the son of Britannia--

--must be aided not only
by the strength of a lion

but by the heart too.

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

did they, sir?

-And I doubt very much whether
our gentleman from the colonies

will be roaring when
he's had the shine taken

off him by our own Tom Sayers.

And now I would ask you all to
join me in showing an invader--

--how he is welcome to the
shores of Great Britain.

Mr. John Heenan.

-Last minute switch.

-They're only pretending.

Don't worry.

Your Ken will be all right.
-It's not Ken I'm worried about.

It's John.

-My John.

He's Champion of
the World, love.

I think he knows how to
take care of himself.

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

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

and he's way beyond angry.

-Do you mean you and
my John have been--

and your fiance's found out?

-And right now,
all he wants to do

is rip John's head
off his shoulders.

-Gentlemen, please
come to stretch.

You will continue fighting until
one of you is in no fit state

to continue.

A round will end
only when one of you

is knocked to the ground.

Please, at all times, remember
the significance and dignity

of this historic occasion.

Biting and gouging in
moderation only, gentlemen.

Please go to your corners.

And come out fighting.

-Ken.

-Come on.

Fight.

-We're done with you.

Stop the round!

-Fight!

Come on!

Fight!

Coward.

Come on.

I'll tear you apart.

Come on!

-So what was that
supposed to achieve?

-Well, you say I never
take an interest in you?

And I know how
you like fighters.

LIBBY: You're pathetic.

-Not two cavemen
brawling over me

as though I was
some sort of trophy.

I had no idea that
was going to happen.

LIBBY: Can I have a word please?

-Is that why you
didn't fight back?

-Inspector, I'm a
professional, world champion.

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

I mean it.

Killed him.

-It wasn't entirely
unexpected though, was it?

Him, attacking you like that?

-Sir, there's a problem.

-Uh.

Stay here, Mr. Molloy.

George, can we come in?

-Over here, Tom.

GEORGE: Same again really.

Death caused by suffocation.

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

-So he could have been
knocked unconscious

before he was killed?

-Well, if he was, a
matching blood sample

was found on a cushion
in his living room, which

would suggest it happened there.

-Well, that would mean the
killer having to carry the body

all the way up from the
living room to here.

-Dead weight.

-Literally.

-Possible with a fireman's lift.

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

I mean Bishop was a big fellow.

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

-Sebastian Farquaharson.

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

-And he's gone missing.

-Which makes him
an obvious choice?

-But not the only one.

-Teddy Molloy.

He wasn't involved in the fight
reconstruction, an ex-boxer.

Fit.

And he found the body.

-But would he have
raised the alarm?

-Double bluff.

-And then there's Grace Bishop.

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

She and Malloy might have
done it between them.

-I've been told I can't touch
anything in my own living room.

-Not until forensics are
finished in there, no.

-More mess.

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

I'm not the emotional type.

-Oh.

I remember you being
very emotional.

MOLLOY : Now you
did it in the gym, John.

Right uppercut, left hook.

You know how it goes.

-Keep him safe, Teddy.

Keep him safe.

MOLLOY : Box behind him.

-That was different.

-I remember something else too.

-I worry about you too.

I miss you when you're gone.

Husband.

More privacy in here.

-You were talking
to Teddy Molloy.

-Hm.

You and Teddy Molloy,
you love one another.

And Teddy Molloy is the real
father figure to John Kinsella.

-My husband didn't
know what love meant.

All he was interested
in was owning people.

-That why you met up
with Giles Braithwaite?

-John wanted Teddy
to manage him,

and he wanted to
know if there was

any way out of his
contract with Frank.

-And now, that is
no longer a problem.

-Now, now.

Come on.

I'll take you home.

-How's Kinsella got two women
on the go at the same time.

-Camilla Farquaharson.

-Yes, is he the
father of her child?

-We need to talk to
Sebastian Farquaharson.

Wonder if Iris Holman
knows where he is.

-Tom.

-Gerald.

Just Milly home, she's
in a bit of a state.

-Understandable really.

Given what happened.

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

-Quite.

-No.

Not at the moment.
Thank you.

I'll get her back then.

-Oh, Gerald.

Yeah, there is something.

My wife is convinced
that Iris Holman

was in love with Braithwaite.

-She's bang on the money, but
that was never going to happen.

-Well, we can sympathize
with Braithwaite on that one.

Why did he never get married?

-Why would he do
a thing like that?

Giles Braithwaite
was a homosexual.

IRIS: Why should I know where
Sebastian Farquaharson is?

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

-Oh.

But you were talking to him
yesterday at Morchard Manor?

-That was work.

Unavoidable.

-Well, how professional
that is of you, Miss Holman.

When your boss is murdered
a couple days ago, and here

you are trying to carry
on the business as normal.

I do hope Mr.
Braithwaite appreciated

how loyal and
hardworking you are.

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

-Some kind of fondness
between the two of you?

-You make it sound as though we
had feelings for one another.

-I think you imagined
that to be the case.

Must have been very hard
on you, Miss Holman,

when you found out
he was homosexual.

-No.

He isn't.

He wasn't.

-Yes, he was.

-It wasn't him.

It was Sebastian.

The whole thing was
just disgusting.

BARNABY: Tell me more.

How did you find out?

-I'd left a folder
in the office.

And I went back after
work to collect it.

BARNABY: How long did it
continue between them?

They were not a couple.

Once I had caught them,
it never happened again.

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

You kept a very close
eye on Mr. Braithwaite.

-That was for his own good.

He wasn't like that.

He wasn't.

-Camilla.

Open the door.

I promise you.

I only want to talk.

Camilla!

Camilla.

-Police please.

BARNABY: Mr. Farquaharson,
why did you go missing?

-I didn't go missing.

I just wasn't in
Midsomer Morchard.

Is that a crime now?

-No, it's not.

But murder is.

And we're very
anxious to know where

you were when it happened.

-Not again.

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

-I'm not talking about
Giles Braithwaite.

I'm talking about Frank Bishop.

He's been murdered.

-Oh, you didn't know.

I'd gone missing.

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

where everyone
knows everyone else.

Or think they do.

I've had enough of it.

-Oh, there's a surprise.

I thought you wanted
more, or have you given up

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

-I couldn't care less.

None of that matters anymore.

Not since Giles was murdered.

-Mr. Farquaharson,
Sebastian, has all this

to do with your
sexual orientation?

Iris Holman.

She--

-Bitch.

I paid her keep
quiet, and she still

can't keep her mouth shut.

It was only a fling.

At least, that's what I thought.

I had no intention
of coming back here.

-I had to see Camilla.

Say sorry to her.

It's not much.

But it's the least she deserves.

-And Iris Holman,
you said that you

were paying her to keep quiet.

IRIS: Blackmail?

Did he actually use that word?

-Yes.

He said that he gave
you money in return

for your silence about
his homosexuality.

Blackmail is when
someone demands payment

for not revealing information.

-But that is what you are doing.

-No.

He begged me not to tell anyone
about his sordid little secret.

I didn't want his
money, but I did

want to see him
squirm for what he

tried to do to Mr. Braithwaite.

-You may or may not
be a blackmailer

in the eyes of the law.

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

Look.

Can I give you a bit of advice?

There have been two murders
in Midsomer Morchard.

And if you are trying to
blackmail anyone else,

you're playing a
very dangerous game.

-That woman is in
such denial about him.

Why'd you let her go?

-I hope she'll
drop her guard too.

Remember Frank Bishop
saying that she was

present at every single meeting
he had with Braithwaite?

-Yeah.

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

-Yeah.

I think she knows
why Braithwaite

and Bishop were killed.

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

-I believe that Iris
Holman is a very

nervous lady right about now.

-Chief Inspector Barnaby please.

Iris Holman.

Hello, Chief Inspector.

My flat's been broken into.

No.

I am not staying here.

Meet me at the
statue of Tom Sayers.

There's something
I want to show you.

Hello?

Hello.

-She should be here by now.

-Yeah.

I think you should
apply more force.

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

-Kick the door down.

-Oh.

-Cause of death, suffocation.

-Same as Bishop and Braithwaite.

-Yes.

But she wasn't knocked
unconscious beforehand.

-There was no need.

She's not as strong as them.

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

-Or maybe our killer was someone
who would never hit a lady.

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

Well, it took me long
enough to catch your eye.

-No.

No, it didn't.

I was just nervous about
getting it right with you.

I was reasonably circumspect.

But seriously.

Do you think I'm
open to flattery?

-Show me a man who isn't.

-I'm not talking
the man woman stuff.

It's when that sort
of thing clouds

your professional judgment.

-John, what are
you talking about?

-There is one person
in this investigation

I have consistently
overlooked as a suspect.

Willfully overlooked.

Gerald.

-Tom, come on in.

-Thank you.

-Oh, she's uh, she's just
staying here for the moment

till, you know, Sebastian.

-She doesn't want
to be on her own.

-Yeah, well, it was about
Sebastian we came to see you.

Look.

We're quite happy
to release him,

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

Can you do that?

-Of course.

Yes, yes.

Any amount.

So he's off the hook then.

-No.

Not entirely.

But look, he was
under lock and key

when Iris Holman
was killed, so--

-Awful business.

Awful.

-Especially when
you consider that we

might have prevented it.

-Well, she phoned us just
before she was killed.

Said she had something
important to show us.

BARNABY: Oh, she didn't say.

But um, if we'd gone
straight to her flat,

we might just have saved her.

-But she was
insistent that we meet

her at the statue of Tom Sayers.

-Oh, hello, Chief Inspector.

I'm afraid Gerry isn't here.

-Ah.

Are you expecting him back soon?

-Not till late.

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

-Yeah.

I bet you do.

Still, it must be very
comforting to have

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

-Oh, it is.

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

Every time you feel vulnerable.

-Not every time.

-Well, yeah.

Then there's the way he's
prepared to look after

and support your
child when it's born.

-He's an exceptionally
decent man.

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

But that was before I
realized the child is his.

-Milly.

Milly.

BARNABY: In here, Gerald.

-Hello.

Tom?

What are you doing here?

Where's Camilla?

-Camilla is talking to
Detective Sergeant Jones.

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

at these when I was
last in this room.

-You scarcely had time.

It was only a quick drink.

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

-And yet you were so insistent,
weren't you, on pouring me one.

And you placed the
glass just there.

That was how you first made
me aware that one of these

was missing.

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

-Braithwaite and Bishop were
both knocked unconscious

either by a heavy object
or by a heavy punch,

aided by something very
like a knuckle duster.

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

if that's what you're implying.

An old Oxford boxing
blue like you.

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

You told me that.

-I say a lot of things.

I'm often not as
knowledgeable as I sound.

-Oh, but you are.

Aren't you, when it comes to the
delights of the sporting arena?

Thrilling surge of adrenaline
when you back your own hunch

against all the odds and
it comes home a winner.

-Graphically put.

One could almost believe you
were a gambling man yourself.

-Oh, not I, Gerald.

Not I. But you, you're
completely hooked, aren't you?

I had made a substantial
bet elsewhere,

you said on the night
of the world title fight

on John Kinsella.

And you had, Gerald.

You had.

Very substantial bet.

But Frank Bishop had agreed
to loan you your stake

money with this
house as collateral.

Only trouble is, you
backed the wrong man.

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

belonged to Frank.

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

-Because it's all written down.

Legally binding and
witnessed by Iris

Holman and Giles Braithwaite.

It's actually that document
you've got there in your hand.

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

When you searched through
Iris Holman's flat

and Giles Braithwaite's office.

Oh, what you've got there,
that's a-- that's a copy.

We have the original.

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

Can I see Milly before
you slap on the cuffs?

Bishop and I struck a
wager fair and square.

Except that it wasn't fair.

Had it been I would
have honored it.

-Well, it was your choice to
bet against John Kinsella.

What's unfair about that?

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

-Kinsella's late
nights and womanizing

have caught up with him.

He's got no chance of
winning this fight.

-But he's a red hot favorite.

-Which is why I placed a
considerable amount of money

on his opponent.

Not in my name obviously.

I'm telling you this in
strictest confidence.

-Of course.

-You're a bit of a gambling man.

I thought you might
like a taste though.

Not as much of a gamble.

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

A big win would
have gone a long way

to easing my financial worries.

-Caused by gambling
in the first place.

-Quite.

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

I could see the shape he was in.

I knew that I'd been conned.

-There is no coming
back from that.

-Dead to the world.

Ladies and gentlemen--

-So you went to
Braithwaite in the hope

that because Bishop
had lied to you

this would somehow
nullify the legal document

giving your estate to him.

-Bishop's coming here tonight,
straight from the airport.

All I can suggest
is that you turn up

and appeal to his better nature.

GERALD: He was on
the take from Bishop.

I knew I had to get
hold of that document

before Bishop got back.

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

you had no option
but to kill him.

-Oh, that wasn't the plan.

But I was up against time.

I implored Bishop to delay
any announcement of the estate

now being his.

He agreed, but only until
after the Sayers-Heenan fight.

As soon as it was
over, he intended

to pronounce himself
Lord of the Manor.

His phrase.

-And you couldn't have that.

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

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

inheriting the
Farquaharson estate.

-Noblesse oblige.

-Absolutely.

I couldn't have the people
of Midsomer Morchard left

in the hands of a
man who was little

more than an asset stripper.

-Not to mention protecting
the family inheritance.

Especially now, when
you're expecting a child

who actually is
of your bloodline.

-Sebastian is my son
and always will be.

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

She was so in need
of looking after.

Bad form, father-in-law and all
that, but I don't regret it.

And I don't think
Milly does either.

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

She held the document
that legalized the wager.

She was asking for money,
but what she really wanted

was revenge.

-On the world.

-You do know that
it doesn't matter

that Frank Bishop is dead.

The money still goes
into his estate.

.

That is the irony of it.

You see, Frank Bishop was so
determined that his man would

win he did a bit
pre-fight tampering.

Kinsella didn't know, but
he was told this morning.

He had failed a drugs test.

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

-And the wager is void.

And the estate is still mine.

-So no need for
all those murders.

-None at all, Sergeant.

What a waste.

What a pitiful waste.

Although, when you think
of it, Braithwaite,

a two-timing lawyer;
Frank Bishop, a ruthless

main chancer; Iris Holman,
an embittered blackmailer.

And what am I other than
a gentrified waster?

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

-He got his son's wife pregnant.

He gambled away
his family fortune.

And people like him.

-I certainly did.

-Yeah.

He stitched you up.

Didn't he, sir?

-Yes.

Killed three people.

Carried out those murders
meticulously, clinically,

right under my nose.

What kind of a man does that?

-JP, a pillar of the community.

-And certainly not
one of us at all.