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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.