18x06 - Harvest of Souls

[bunniefuu]

(Hammering)

(Steam hisses)

All right, lift it up a bit.

Oi! I want a word with you!

- I know what you're up to.
- Careful how you talk to me.

- Is that right?
- Nothing you say will stop us.

I know where to find you, Sean.

- You can't do this to us.
- I'm giving you a choice.

- Harry! What can I get you?
- A pint of the usual, Niall.

- Up to his usual tricks again?
- Nothing I can't handle.

(Ghost train screeches)

Roll up, and welcome
to the Nevins Wall of Death.

(Distant fairground music)

(Sighs)

(Clatter)

(Latch lifts)

(Neighs)

(Door swinging shut)

(Neighing)

(Sound of neighing distorts)

(Groans)

(Shrieking and laughter)

(Neighs)

(Neighs)

(Sinister mechanical laughter)

(Whimpers)

Da!

- I think he knows.
- We've been through this.

We've no one to look after him
and the hotel doesn't take dogs.

That one in Torquay does.

You have been promising to
take me back to France forever.

La Rochelle, ?

It's just... Well, it wasn't
exactly a roaring success

the last time we put him in k...

(Whimpers)

(In French):

(Whimpering)

(Phone rings)

Bonjour, Nelson.

Er... Morning, Monsieur.
There's been a body found

at the Wyhams' equestrian centre.

Be back to speak to you later.

What have we got?

The stable manager
Roderick Barkham found the body

when he was opening up
this morning.

In here.

His name is Harry Wyham,
he owns this place.

- Lives up at the manor house.
- Time of death?

Sometime between ten
and midnight last night.

- Morning, Kam.
- Morning.

You sure this wasn't a tragic
accident, trampled by his horse?

He was certainly trampled by it.

Whether it was the cause
of death, the jury's still out.

Take a look at this.

We found a b*llet
lodged in the beam over here.

It was fired recently.

Any firearms injuries
to the victim?

Nothing obvious.

Any evidence of a struggle
or of his attacker?

It's strange.
Apart from the b*llet,

there's no sign of an intruder
or any confrontation.

Get uniform to conduct a search.

Whoever did this might have
disposed of the g*n nearby.

Let's talk to the stable manager.

Thank you, Kam.

How long had you worked
for Harry Wyham?

Just over six months.

I worked for his dad
for nearly years.

Harry took over the business
after his father Jasper retired.

You work here, too, Mrs Barkham?

Came here on holiday
years ago, never left.

Where were you both last night?

I knocked off about eight, went
up to the house for a hot bath.

I was manning our stall until
about ten and then came back.

You have a stall
at the Harvest Fayre?

The stables
have been doing one for years.

Harvest Fayre's a big deal
around here. Attracts all sorts.

- Is this livestock valuable?
- Yeah, some of it.

We stable some of the top
eventing horses in the county.

Others, like Murphy here,
are just old nags.

But we love them all the same.
Don't we, boy?

Have you had any trouble here
in the past - break-ins, thefts?

There was a champion mare stolen
a few years ago.

That's when we had
all the security upgraded.

Did Mr Wyham have any enemies,
anyone who might wish him harm?

A couple of disgruntled villagers?

Why is that?

Most of them are Wyham's tenants.

Didn't like Harry's
big plans for the place.

What plans?

To build a world-class
equestrian centre and arena.

He wanted the village
to be all posh hotels

and high-end facilities.

He'd already served notice on
the tenants. Bought the green.

Do Harry's parents
live in the manor house?

Yes.

Thank you.

Don't look so worried.

We were both here all night.

Oh, my darling boy!
(Sobs)

I know this is a difficult time
for you both,

but we have to ask
a few more questions.

Anything we can do to help,
Inspector.

You recently gave your son
control of the business.

I understand that caused
some problems with villagers.

Some people object to change.

I gave Harry my full support.

Harry was a wonderful son.

We'll need access
to all of his personal papers.

Of course.

Amy keeps asking where her dad is.

I don't know what to say.

Um... This is Beth,
Harry's sister.

And is that Amy?

Harry's daughter.

NELSON:
And Amy's mother?

Jessica Myerscough.
They're divorced.

Harry got custody of Amy.

- And where's her mother now?
- She lives in the village.

Did any of you hear anything
out of the ordinary last night?

- No.
- Just that damn funfair

until God knows when.

Do you have any g*ns on site,
Mr Wyham?

Yes, several.

They're all kept in our g*n store.

We need to get
a ballistics team to check.

When was the last time
you saw your brother?

Yesterday.

He was off to the pub.

Some of the villagers
wanted answers from him.

Yeah, Rowena Deeley.

Yes, I've spoken to you before.

Interested in making
an appointment.

Rowena!

I'll have to call you back.

Harry Wyham's dead.

I know, I know.

I told them I was here.

My mum and dad were here,
what could I tell them?

(Door slams)

I need to see you.

No, I... I need to see you.

Was Harry a regular, Mr Deeley?

- Try and keep him away.
- Was he in last night?

Er... Yeah, he came in early,
stayed till closing.

I understand Harry was at odds
with some of the villagers

over his plans.
Did your pub feature in them?

He made an offer to buy the place.

But we said no.
It was all very amicable.

Was anyone in particular
opposed to his plans?

Clara Myerscough, the local vet.
She wasn't happy at all.

- Harry planned to evict her.
- Clara Myerscough?

- Any relation to Jessica?
- Yeah, that's her mother.

Then there's Butch Nevins,
of course.

BARNABY:
Mr Wall of Death.

Harry told him that this year
would be his last.

He can't have been happy
about that.

Well, the fayre didn't feature
in Harry's plans for the future.

Most of the ride owners
were up in arms,

but it's Butch and his sons who
always make themselves heard.

Harry had a run-in with
Butch's son Sean last night.

Sounds like our Mr Wyham
had enemies all over the place.

I'll go to the fayre,
speak to the Nevins.

See if I can shed any light on
their argument with Harry Wyham.

I'll speak to Clara and Jessica
Myerscough.

Rowena!

(Motorbike engines rev)

Mr Nevins.

How was your relationship

with your ex-husband,
Ms Myerscough?

Good. We both just want
what's best for Amy.

When was the last time
you spoke to him?

Day before yesterday,
on the phone.

It's Amy's birthday soon.

How often do you see
your daughter?

Not at all. I don't have access
at the moment.

That must be tough.

I wasn't exactly
what you'd call a model mum.

But I'm not that person any more.

I'm doing everything I can
to be part of Amy's life again.

Is there anything else? Cos I
really need to call my daughter.

No. No, that will be all
for now, thank you.

Erm... I would like to speak to
your mother, though, if I may.

Thank you.
So, all good, I think.

See you next week.

Did you manage
to speak to her yet?

Mum, this is DS Nelson.

He'd like to ask you
a couple of questions.

You and your sons
run the wall of death together?

Yeah, Dale rides with me, Sean
looks after our ghost train.

You attend this Harvest Fayre
every year, Mr Nevins?

Only for the last plus!

Been coming here
since I was a kid.

(Inhales) Smell that, Inspector.

Petrol fumes and candy floss,
beats any expensive perfume.

You must have got to know
the Wyhams pretty well, then.

Well enough.

How would you describe your
relationship with Harry Wyham?

Like an old married couple,
constantly arguing and no sex.

- (Laughs)
- Butch!

Sorry. Poor sod.

Have you had
such an argument recently?

Oh, no. No, that was nothing.

He was having a go at me about
the noise of my motorbikes

disturbing his horses.

Everyone loves a funfair until
they have to live next to one.

It wasn't anything to do with
Harry buying the village green

and making this everyone's
last Harvest Fayre?

Now you mention it, that topic
of conversation did come up.

Must have been a blow.

Takes more than that
to trouble us, Inspector.

If the locals want us
at the fayre,

there is nothing
the Wyhams can do about it.

Looks like that won't be a problem

now that Harry Wyham's
not here to stand in your way.

Yes, it was a shock
when Harry served us notice,

but I'd already been scouting
around for alternatives.

He said he wanted to make this
place more... state of the art.

Wouldn't moving your business
have been difficult?

We specialise in horses,
there's always work.

Are the Wyhams
one of your clients?

They used to be,
before the divorce.

Harry's decision to evict us
was not about business.

You think he did it to affect
Jessica's custody chances?

I wouldn't put it past him.

He always wanted to make life as
difficult as possible for Jess.

You're her child minder.

It's Friday, you pick her up
from school today, right?

- Jess...
- Serena wouldn't even know.

- If she ever found out...
- Amy needs me.

She's just lost her dad.

- I thought you were on my side.
- I am.

But you shouldn't
do anything rash.

Surely, you of all people
understand?

I need to make sure
my little girl's OK.

Excuse me.

- Feeling brave, sir?
- I try my best.

DCI Barnaby, Causton CID.

- Sean Nevins?
- Yeah.

I need to ask you
about an argument

you had with Harry Wyham
last night.

It wasn't an argument. He just
wanted to know where Dad was.

- Really? No cross words?
- Nope.

You've torn your top.
How did that happen?

I caught it, working on the ride.

- When was that?
- This morning,

when we were checking it over.

I've told him
not to jump the cars.

- And you are?
- Dale Nevins.

This one's older and
better-looking brother.

Did Harry Wyham
come to the fayre last night?

- No, you never find him here.
- Don't think it's his thing.

So, after seeing him at the pub
you didn't see him again?

How could he?
We were both here all night.

There was tension between
the Nevins and the Wyhams

but they're all closing ranks.

Run them through the database,
see what comes back.

Jessica Myerscough claimed
the divorce was amicable,

but she's been denied access
to her daughter. Doesn't add up.

I'll look into it.

You OK?

It's been a nightmare.

The police have been
at the stables all day.

They've been
crawling around here, too.

Listen...

If I needed you to,
would you back me up?

How do you mean?

The police will ask
a lot of questions.

I need to know you'll stand by me.

Of course I will. You said
you had nothing to do with it.

I know, but just in case.

- You trust me, don't you?
- You know I do.

(Shouting and shrieking)

(Applause)

Give it up, please,
for Dale Nevins!

(Cheering and applause)

And now
for the Hell Drivers' Race.

Lights, please.

They said they'd never
had to exclude a dog before.

Wound up all the other dogs
and refused to eat.

They blame the owners.

I've heard mixed reports
about that place.

You're right.
We'll find somewhere else.

You'd better find somewhere soon,

or we can say au revoir
to La Rochelle.

(Knocking at door)

Morning, Sarah. Ready, sir?

- See you later. Mwah!
- Mwah! See you later.

- Is that Charlie?
- (Babbles)

Now, you behave yourself.

(Whimpers softly)

- Sykes in the dog-house?
- If only.

- I'll tell you on the way.
- Say bye-bye.

We found a mysterious
red substance

on Harry Wyhams' clothing.

It appears... to be fake blood.

NELSON:
Fake blood?

Yes, mixed with a special type
of UV paint,

very specific in its composition,

so that it reacts to UV light.

It's commonly supplied
to funfairs.

So it's possible Harry Wyham
did go to the funfair after all.

Maybe. Do we have
a cause of death?

Yes. The horse
didn't k*ll Harry Wyham.

- What did?
- Ketamine.

The horse tranquilliser.
He was given a lethal dose.

- Was it injected?
- No.

There are no visible
puncture marks on his body.

So how did it get into his system?

The ketamine was present
in his stomach contents,

along with alcohol.

I'd say it was ingested before
he was pulled into the stable.

Would ketamine potentially
be useful to horse thieves?

Possibly. It would immobilise
a panicking animal.

Why go to such elaborate lengths?

I don't know,
but we need to find out

where this ketamine came from

and there's one place round here
we know will stock it.

Right, thank you very much.
Yep. Bye.

Jessica's got a police record.

Since Harry was awarded custody,

she's confronted him
several times, violently.

So the Wyhams placed
a restraining order on her.

Now she's not allowed within
metres of her daughter.

That's hardly the amicable
picture Jessica painted.

Get a warrant, a team,
and go to the fairground.

I want every inch of it searched.

That g*n must be somewhere.

I'll go and speak
to the Myerscoughs.

Who has access to the ketamine?

Only myself and Jessica.

It's a controlled substance.

Every usage has to be recorded
according to strict rules.

Have you noticed
any of it missing lately?

Or any interference
with your supplies?

No.

I'll need to look at your records.

Of course.

And my officers
will need access to your stores.

Er... Jess, would you get
the Inspector the log?

What's all this about?

Harry Wyham was k*lled
with a lethal dose of ketamine.

We need to establish
whether it came from here.

- There you go.
- I'm not hungry.

Since when?
Come on, get it down you!

- Coming down with something?
- I think he is.

- Huh!
- Look at his eyes.

He hasn't had a good sleep
in days. Must be in love.

Leave him alone, you lot.
They're only joking.

Trouble is, we're never
coming back here, are we?

- Where'd you get that from?
- I know what Harry said.

I don't imagine old man Wyham
will be any different.

You leave Jasper to me.
For me it's business as usual.

Beth!
Come and have some breakfast.

Aye-aye.

All right, love?
Come and join us.

Don't just sit there,
get the girl a plate.

Sit yourself down.

I'd better get going. Got to
check the bike before the show.

Sorry about your brother.
You're always welcome here.

Thanks.

What do they want?

Morning, Mrs Nevins.

This is for the past
three months. Will that do?

Yes, thank you.
Why didn't you tell us the truth

about your divorce,
Miss Myerscough?

You didn't think to mention
that your behaviour

had resulted
in a restraining order?

You don't understand.
The Wyhams, they made stuff up.

They don't want me in Amy's life.

So why not be honest
from the start?

Look, they've taken my daughter
away from me.

I was angry, I made mistakes.

All I want is my daughter back.

And now Harry's dead,
I'm assuming you stand

a pretty good chance
of that happening.

Your boys were only here
yesterday, snooping about.

Forget something, did they?

Afraid I left my reading glasses
in my smoking jacket.

It's a search warrant, Mr Nevins.

Fine. It's your time
you're wasting.

Come on.

If you're up to anything,
Butch Nevins, tell me now.

There's nothing to tell.

Beth's not in her room.

She said something about
going over to the fayre.

And you let her?

After everything that's been
going on round here?

Sure I can't make you a cup
of tea? Slice of cake, maybe?

Oh, come on.

- Ern!
- Yeah?

Sir, I've found the g*n,
under Sean Nevins' ghost train.

Where are you taking my son?

He's merely helping us
with our inquiries.

My boy's done nothing wrong.

Then he's got nothing
to worry about.

Oh, my God!

Morning, Jasper.

A long time since you've
graced us with an audience.

Get in the car.

I'm not going until I know
Sean's all right.

Sean?
The boy they've just arrested?

Why don't we all just calm down,
eh, Jasper?

God help you if I find your son
was involved in Harry's death!

- You watch your mouth, old man!
- Beth, come here.

I think you'd better
go with your dad now, love.

- This isn't over.
- No, it isn't.

You want to be careful
you don't lose her, too.

We found some marks on your top.
UV paint.

- Where did they come from?
- We use it on the ghost train.

- Is it used anywhere else?
- Couldn't tell you.

Well, I can tell you
we've not found it

anywhere else at the fayre.

You told me that you didn't see
Harry Wyham at the fayre

on the night he d*ed. Right?

Yeah.

So can you explain how he ended up

with your UV paint
on his clothing?

Or why we found this w*apon

hidden underneath
your fairground ride?

That's not mine. I swear.
I've never seen that before.

Tell us what really happened
on the night Harry d*ed.

- I was with Beth.
- Beth Wyham?

Ask her if you don't believe me.

We will.

Don't you think it's time
you told us the truth?

How did Harry
get that paint on him?

It was nothing.

- What was nothing?
- We had a fight, me and Harry.

- But he started it.
- Because he found out

about you and his sister?
- Yeah.

He threatened me outside the pub.

Then he followed me
later and picked a fight.

He was drunk. He started pushing
me, so I pushed him back

and he fell over
but I swear that was it.

He was fine when he left.

What the hell's she mixed up in?

She was never like this before.
They're using her.

You can't make
her decisions for her.

- You'll only push her away.
- I can't just do nothing.

She's young,
she thinks she's in love.

Exactly. We both know
what happens

to teenage girls
who think they're in love.

Beth Wyham's confirmed
Sean's alibi.

Then let him go, but let's keep
a close eye on him.

Yeah, Sean Nevins is good to go.
OK, thanks.

So, we've got a community
up in arms about Harry's plans.

And Harry's in conflict with the
Nevins and the Myerscoughs

over personal reasons.

There's also the question
about Harry's death.

We need to establish
where the ketamine came from.

Have you checked
the Myerscoughs' records?

I have.
There's no discrepancies.

But we do have a lead
on the w*apon.

Ballistics have confirmed
it was the one discharged

where we found Harry's body.

But Forensics couldn't find
any usable prints on it.

Find out where it came from.

We trace that g*n
and we find the k*ller.

I'm just trying to protect you.

But he's decent, kind, caring.

- What's so bad about that?
- It's for your own good.

- Try and understand.
- But I love him.

What's so bad about the Nevins?

- Just keep away from them.
- Without good reason

that's not going to happen.
- (Door slams)

(Sighs)

Butch!

Butch!

All right, Geri?

Rod asked where I was
the night Harry d*ed.

He found out
I wasn't on the stall.

- What did you tell him?
- I made up an excuse

about running out of stock,
had to go to the stables.

- He believed you?
- I'm sure he knows something.

No one knows anything,
unless we tell them, OK?

Hey, relax, Geri.
Everything will be fine.

- You should go.
- (Sighs)

- All right, son?
- They let me out, didn't they?

Hey, come 'ere!

Let's find your mum.

Here's the full Path report
on Harry Wyham.

Thanks, Kam.

Canine Care?
You looking for a career change?

(Scoffs)

Barnaby and Sarah
are stuck for a dog sitter

when they go on holiday
next week so...

I thought I'd offer to help out.

With Barnaby away, are you sure
you'll have the time?

That's why
I'm reading up about it now.

You know a dog
needs companionship,

someone working regular hours?

Someone like me.

(Sighs)

- You live in a flat.
- Near a park.

- You live in a B&B.
- With a garden.

I grew up with four red setters
and a Labrador.

- It's a big responsibility.
- Kam...

I was just trying to help.

(Sighs)

I don't know what
you think you saw earlier,

but there was nothing in it.
- Butch, I have known you

for years,
don't tell me what I saw.

Just keep your nose
out of my business.

(Spray can rattling)

(Horses neighing)

(Neighing in distance)

Jasper?

What is it?

(Neighing)

(Hooves clatter)

- Stop! Stop!
- (Engine starts)

Oh!

GERI:
Jasper!

Jasper! Jasper!

No!

OK, thanks.

Five horses were stolen.
A couple are worth grand.

- Any witnesses?
- Jasper Wyham.

He saw them being driven off
in a horsebox,

but only clocked three digits
of the license plate.

CDV.

Get Uniform
to set up some road blocks.

There's a chance they haven't
been moved out of the area.

Sir.

- Well?
- Mr Wyham.

My son's dead. Now this.

Third client today
taking their horses away.

Reputation's everything
in this game.

This could ruin us.

Butch Nevins must be laughing.

Why do you say that?

These things always seem to
happen when he shows up.

I'd like a list
of the horses stabled here

and their registered owners.

Those that have been stolen
and those left behind.

Good morning, Mrs Barkham.

Mr Barkham.

Inspector.

- You were both here last night?
- Up at the cottage, yeah.

- Did you hear anything?
- No.

First we knew was when Jasper
rang, after he rang you lot.

How did they get in? You said
you'd improved the security

after the last break-in.

They disabled the cameras.
The electric gate, too.

Whoever did it were pros.

With a good knowledge
of the Wyhams' security systems.

There's always people
coming and going, Inspector.

Cameras are visible. If someone
wants to get in they find a way.

And get out with five horses.

No one feels worse than me.
about this, Inspector.

I'd never do anything
to hurt the Wyhams.

Inspector.

Sir? There's something
you should see.

Ketamine, still full.

Maybe Harry's death
was a horse theft gone wrong.

Someone's come back
to finish the job.

Get this over to Kam and see
if she can tell us anything.

(Phone rings)
- Sir.

- Thank you.
- Sir.

Nelson.

Thank you.

Sir?

Clara Myerscough
was broken into last night.

First I knew about it was when
I came down to open up and...

...was confronted by this.

All of the controlled substances
have gone, including ketamine.

Where were you both last night?

Home.

I was out on a job.
A foal up at Melton.

Did either of you go up to the
Wyhams' stables yesterday?

No, of course not.

We're not exactly welcome there,
Inspector.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I need to start my rounds.

- I have clients to see.
- Before you go,

I'd be grateful
if you could provide details

of your whereabouts in the last
hours, Dr Myerscough.

Of course.

The serial number on the vial of
ketamine found at the Wyhams

matches that stolen

from Clara Myerscough's
practice last night.

But we still haven't found
anything else at the vet's

linking to Harry's m*rder.

Sir, come and look at this.

- What am I looking at?
- Case notes.

The previous theft at the Wyhams'.

The Nevins were questioned.
Nothing was proved. So...

I pulled up other instances of
livestock theft in the country

and matched them against
the Nevins' movements.

There's
an interesting correlation.

So I see. These other thefts
occurred at the same time

as the Nevins Wall of Death
was in town.

- Were charges ever brought?
- Nothing.

But they were questioned
multiple times.

Let's see where
Butch Nevins was last night.

No, they didn't take Harlequin
but he's pretty shaken up.

I really need you to come up here.

Will you, please?

Five years ago you were
questioned in connection with

a horse theft at the Wyham estate.

And never charged.

How about Melton nine months ago?

Abbas Vale, six months ago?
Stelforth, months ago?

We were in all those places, sure.

At the same time that some
livestock was stolen.

We were in dozens of other places

where no livestock was stolen
and no crimes were committed.

Will you list those, too?

Any crime that occurs,
the Nevins must have done it.

Right? That's also
why we're never charged,

cos there's never any truth in it.

Our house is clean, Inspector.

So you say, Mr Nevins,
and yet the evidence

keeps on bringing us
back to your door.

(Whispering)

What do you think?

(Neighing)
(Indistinct speech)

SERENA: He was
in such a state this morning.

All right, all right.

What's going on?

I kept Clara on
to look after Harlequin.

What? After everything
that's happened?

She's my oldest friend.

I wasn't just going
to throw that all away.

I don't trust her. Look at the
trouble Jessica's caused.

- Think of Amy.
- That's what I am doing.

- I should go.
- No, you don't have to.

This doesn't change anything.

The eviction notice still stands.

The sooner you and your daughter
leave, the better.

For all our sakes.

- I'll talk to him.
- Thank you.

I don't know how you've lived
with him all these years.

You don't know the half of it.

(Girl shrieks)

(Crackling)

Sir, got some news
on Niall and Rowena Deeley.

Tech found email exchanges
between Harry and Rowena.

Seems she was in negotiations
to sell the pub after all.

But the deal went sour. Rowena
was far from happy about it.

Strong words, but that's hardly
a motive for m*rder.

Agreed, but this might be.

One of the horses
taken from the Wyhams

used to belong to Rowena.

But she was so far behind
paying her stable fees

that Harry effectively
repossessed it.

Harry Wyham agreed
to waive our stabling fees

if we signed her over to him.

- Is Lightning a valuable horse?
- Not in monetary terms.

It must have been upsetting when
you had to let her go, then.

Yeah, it was, actually.

That horse meant a lot to us.

What's your point?

It must have grated that the
person who took your horse

was the person you were arguing
with over the sale of the pub.

Sorry, what are you talking about?

Threatening emails between
Rowena and Harry Wyham?

- Ro?
- I was going to tell you.

I agreed a price with him, then
at the last minute he reneged.

We agreed
we weren't going to sell.

This was supposed to be
a fresh start.

The sale you agreed was a lot
less than the market value.

Why were you even considering it?

I was fighting for our future.

We've sunk every penny into
this place and it isn't working.

I had to act,
before we lost everything.

I can't even begin to imagine
what you are going through.

It's awful, and what happened
to Harry...

How's Amy doing?

I don't think she really
understands yet.

Let me help.
She needs her family around.

I'm her grandmother, too,

and she still has a mother
who loves her.

I don't think
that's a very good idea.

Oh, come on, Serena. Surely,
this has gone on long enough.

Look, you know
I can't agree to that.

Jessica has changed.

Amy has already lost her dad.

You'd take her mother away,
as well?

Look, I can't trust her.
I'm sorry.

You have just told me about
the pain of losing a child

and now you are inflicting that
on somebody else.

That's hardly the same thing.

I think you should go.

We all make mistakes, Serena.

And sometimes mistakes
have consequences.

- This was our dream.
- No, this was your dream!

Losing everything
on a sinking business.

Do you have any idea of the
financial mess we're in?

We can turn it around.
We've got enough, haven't we?

If we get out now,
we can buy somewhere else

and still have enough.
- What for?

I've found a doctor.

Thinks I've got a good chance
but it'll cost thousands.

No.

This could be our last chance.
My last chance to be a mum.

I'm not going through
that again, Ro.

I can't.

So, do you think she'll like it?

I think she's going to love it.

I talked to Serena.

- Why did you do that?
- I thought she'd listen,

now that Harry's...
- What happened?

She didn't agree, but she will.
We'll get there.

You should have asked me first.

We're not supposed
to talk to them!

I was just trying to help.

By screwing up my chances?

Stop it! You're in this position
because of what you did.

Take some responsibility for once.

Perhaps Serena's right, maybe
you just can't be trusted yet.

Wow! I don't believe it.

You're on their side, aren't you?

Jess! Jess!

(Soothing music plays)

Sykes?

Amongst other things.

Look, he'll be fine.
The new kennels are lovely.

I know, it's just he's never

been away from us
for this long before.

And if you want to go on holiday,

he's going to have
to get used to it.

- Chicken?
- Des cuisses de grenouille.

- Frogs' legs.
- Yeah.

I thought I'd get us
into the holiday spirit.

Maybe I'll just go down there
and check that he's OK.

(Phone rings)
- You're worrying about nothing.

John, that was the kennels.
Sykes has...

...escaped.

I thought she was on my side,
at least.

She is. She's doing everything
she can to support you.

Is she? I need money.

What chance do I have
against the Wyhams?

Don't give up, not now.

You don't understand.
It's a complete mess.

I've got to do something about it.

Jess?

That is why I wanted to talk
to you before I went to Serena.

(Rattling)

I have to go.

Jessica?

Jess?

- Jess?
- (Clattering)

Jessica?

(Electrical crackle)

(Gasps)

She was discovered by her daughter.

Claims she found
the door unlocked.

What happened here, Kam?

It appears the victim
was incapacitated

with a cattle prod,
and then drowned.

Was it an opportunistic att*ck?

It's likely. The k*ller seems to
have improvised,

used whatever's come to hand
as a w*apon.

But no sign of a forced entry.

First her business is targeted
and then she is.

- Where's Jessica?
- This way.

I bought them for Amy.

When she comes to visit.

Jessica, I need to ask you
some questions.

When did you last see your mother?

- Last night.
- Here in the surgery?

Upstairs. We had an argument.

- What was it about?
- Amy.

She said it was all my fault.
She was right.

Then what happened?

I just had to get out.

I went to the pub and...

when I came back
I went straight upstairs.

I assumed Mum had already gone up.

Then when I got up this morning,
still no sign of her.

Had you noticed
anything different or strange

about your mother's
behaviour lately?

No, nothing.

Do you think this has something
to do with the break-in?

What if they come back?

You'll have my preliminary
report in a couple of hours.

- I'll get the PM done ASAP.
- Thanks, Kam.

I hear you're having some trouble

finding someone to look after
Sykes while you're away.

We need to find this m*rder*r
or I won't be going anywhere.

It would be no trouble.

- Thank you, Kam.
- Happy to help.

We'll get a full assessment
from SOCO later

but it's too early
to draw any conclusions.

Find out what you can about both
Clara and Jessica's activities.

We need to know if there's
a link with the horse theft.

(Phone rings)
And why Clara was targeted.

DS Nelson.

Really? Thank you.

We've found the horses.

(Siren wails)

- It's the one, all right.
- Phone in the license plate.

Find out who this belongs to.

Someone left in a hurry.

(Neighing)

(Dog whimpers)

A black mare is missing.

Lightning, the one Harry Wyham
took from Rowena Deeley.

How far would someone go to get
their beloved horse back?

It's a bit extreme, isn't it?

Never underestimate the bond

between animal and owner, Nelson.

Get all this bagged up
and over to Kam.

Midsomer Nectar organic beer.

I've not seen this before.

See if we can find out
where this came from.

Will do, sir.

Do you know how you measure
a horse's height? In hands.

Do you know how many hands
you are?

- Two!
- (Laughs)

All right, darling?

Have you heard about Clara?

Yes.

You were late back
from your ride last night.

- What are you suggesting?
- Nothing.

But the police
are bound to ask questions.

I mean, it's no secret you and
she didn't see eye to eye.

I wanted her
and her daughter gone.

But I'd never
lay a finger on them.

See you later, Granny.

Yeah, we stock that.

Do you recall
who you sold any to recently?

Not off the top of my head,
no, sorry.

Could have been anyone.
Fayre week's pretty mad.

What makes you think
it came from here, anyway?

The brewery told us this is
the only pub in the area

they supply to.
- Really?

They also told us
you've only ordered two cases.

We found six bottles,
presumably bought together.

Cast your minds back.

Sorry, can't help.

We'll need to take
your fingerprints.

- Why?
- The bottles were recovered

from a crime scene connected
to an ongoing m*rder inquiry.

Where were you both this morning?

Here. Customers
don't serve themselves.

I was looking after Amy.
Whatever you're insinuating...

We've recovered all of the
Wyhams' missing horses.

Apart from Lightning.

I imagine you must
have missed her a great deal.

Yes, she was important to me.

Important enough for you
to want to steal her back?

I'd love to get Lightning back,
Inspector,

but I'm not about
to break the law.

- Hi, Kam.
- Hi.

Ah, Midsomer Nectar.
I'm more of a G&T girl myself

but always nice
to be brought a drink.

It might be connected to
the Harry Wyham m*rder.

- OK, I'll see what I can get.
- Thank you.

I've solved your problem,
by the way.

- Sorry?
- With Sykes.

I told Barnaby I'd take him,
so don't worry about that.

- But I was going to offer.
- I suppose you still could.

Yeah, well, maybe I will.

May the best... dog-sitter win.

♪ London Bridge Is Falling Down
- What?

How the hell did that happen?

Look, don't call me again, got it?

Hey. Hey! We've got a show
in five minutes.

Sorry, you're on your own.
Something's come up.

Ah, Nelson, did Rowena
and Niall's alibi check out?

I'm still looking into that

but I did get some news
on the horsebox.

It was registered
to a Mr Adam Thorpe.

However, he claims to have
sold it just last week for cash.

- Who to?
- To a Mr Nevins.

Yeah, all right!
Hold your horses.

Funny you should say that.

The owner said he sold it
to a Mr Nevins a week ago.

I buy and sell all sorts of stuff.

For family, friends, most of it
for cash, sight unseen.

Including horseboxes?

Yes. Look, I'm not trying
to be difficult, Inspector,

I just need to look back
through my records.

Do that. I'll get one
of my officers to assist you.

- BARNABY: Are Sean and Dale here?
- Not seen 'em.

We need to speak to them, too.

Listen, Inspector...

Can you account for
your whereabouts last night?

I was here, with Trina.

Is that right, Mrs Nevins?

Mrs Nevins, Clara Myerscough
was m*rder*d last night.

Might encourage
you to tell us the truth.

Tell 'em, love.

No, not this time.

Trina, come on,
I was with you all night.

No, you weren't, not last night.

Mrs Nevins?

He sneaked back
about two o'clock this morning.

- He was out before then.
- Trina, don't do this.

Where were you, Mr Nevins?

I asked you what you were up to,
why couldn't you just tell me?

(Sighs)

I had nothing to do with Clara.

I was with Geri Barkham,
from the equestrian centre.

Thank you.

You promised me
this would never happen again.

Right, thanks. That was Kam.
She's matched the fingerprints

on the beer bottles
found in the woods.

- Who do they belong to?
- Roderick Barkham.

Why would you do
a stupid thing like that?

Cos I am sick
of feeling second-best!

You, carrying on with Butch.

Harry, treating me like that!

I was trying to prove myself...

get us away from here.

How long have you known?

It doesn't matter.

You have to understand.

This place, the Wyhams...

they always came first for you.

It was like you were proving
yourself to them, not me!

You coming with me or what?

Fine.

Butch is welcome to you.

(Tyres squeal)

(Siren wails)

What was all that about before?

Oi, I'm talking to you!

The police have been asking
some awkward questions

about a horsebox.
- Not my problem.

Well, it will be
if they find anything.

Stop worrying about me
and take a look at yourself.

What do you mean by that?

You're getting
a bit old for it, aren't you?

- You don't deserve Mum.
- Watch your mouth, son.

Yeah!

You know, when I was a kid,
teachers used to ask me

what I wanted to be
when I grew up.

And I told them I wanted to be
just like my old man.

How things change!

You know, I always wanted
a son I could be proud of.

Looks like I failed at that, too!

I had nothing to do
with stealing any horses!

Sit down, Mr Barkham.

Close to the table, please.

For the tape.

- Better?
- Thank you.

Mr Barkham, we found some
discarded beer bottles up there.

Your fingerprints
are all over them.

I'm often up there,
I like the quiet.

You had all of your clothes
in the car, too.

Off somewhere in a hurry?

My wife...

I was leaving her.

Found out
she was seeing someone else.

The only thing I can't
figure out is why you'd do it.

You'd worked for the Wyhams
for years.

Why betray that loyalty?

Why be loyal to people
who aren't loyal to you?

Who, the Wyhams?

Harry.
He was making me redundant.

I devoted my life to those
stables and he was just...

gonna throw me on the scrapheap.

Where did the ketamine come from?

I don't know.
I had nothing to do with that.

Mr Barkham,
the robbery you participated in

could be linked
to a double m*rder.

You need to tell us what you know.

I was just up in the woods
to look after the horses.

They were meant to be long gone
but with your roadblocks

we couldn't move them, so...

I didn't steal 'em.

I just... You know, I helped.

I took out the CCTV
and disabled the gates.

Helped who?

No comment.

Mr Barkham, who else was involved?

Sorry, I've said my piece.
You'll get no more from me.

That's your prerogative.

But it won't do you any favours
when it gets to court.

(Riders shriek)

Ladies and gentlemen,
it gives me great pleasure

to present this year's
Harvest Queen...

- Beth Wyham!
- (Cheering)

You can't leave, we're a family!

I can't stay, not with Dad.
Tomorrow, I'm going, that's it.

- It will k*ll Mum.
- Not my fault

she hasn't the guts
to leave the cheating sod.

I know what you did.

Keep your mouth shut.

(Phone rings)

Check Rod Barkham's
phone and computer.

If he won't give up
his accomplices,

we'll find them ourselves.
- Will do.

I think Rod's telling the truth

about the break-in
at the vet's, though.

There's something
not right about it.

Look, the thieves only took

the controlled substances
from the drug store.

They knew what they were after
and where to find it.

Yet they turned the place over
in a seemingly haphazard way.

It doesn't stack up.

You think the burglary was staged?

Possible, yeah.

Jessica provided
a witness statement.

Speak to her again.

Sir, Forensics have completed
their report on the horsebox.

Guess whose fingerprints
are all over it.

- Mr Nevins'?
- Mr Dale Nevins'.

You go to the vet's
and speak to Jessica.

I'll find Dale.
If he stole the Wyhams' horses,

what else is he capable of doing?

(Approaching footsteps)

Hello?

Miss Myerscough?

Jessica.

Is everything OK?

Yes. I er...
just went out for a walk.

(Fairgoers shriek)

(Screaming)

(Mechanical laughter)

WOMAN:
Help me! Help!

Argh!

Help!

(Sobbing)
Will you help me? Help!

Secure the fayre's perimeter.
No one in or out.

I want interviews and statements
from everyone on site.

What can you tell us, Kam?

Time of death, within
the last two or three hours.

Cause of death
would appear obvious.

In this case,
what you see is what you get.

Again, the k*ller's used
whatever's come to hand.

Nothing premeditated about this.

They're getting impulsive.

Let me know if you find
anything else.

Will do.

- Did you speak to Jessica?
- She seemed pretty shaken up.

Claimed she'd been for a walk.

- Find out if she came up here.
- I'll bring her in.

Please.

No, I can't.
You're asking too much.

Serena trusts me.

You have to.

This is my last chance.

You're the only one
who truly understands, Ro.

Please.

Yeah, I saw him earlier tonight.

We'd had an argument.
God, the things I said to him!

Did you know Dale
was involved in the horse theft

at the Wyhams' farm?

No, but um...
I'd sort of guessed.

He was too big for his boots.
I should have slapped him down.

Is that how you deal with
things, Mr Nevins?

What the hell do you mean?

Your business and reputation
mean a great deal to you.

How far would you go
to protect them?

The only person
who's threatened my reputation

is sitting in that big manor
house, Inspector.

So, why are you here and not
speaking with Jasper Wyham?

Jessica Myerscough's missing, sir.

She bolted before we got there.

Put a call out,
we need to find her.

Is that it? Gonna leave it to
the police, not do anything?

- We have to hold it together.
- Dale's dead, Mum!

- Don't do anything stupid!
- We can't do nothing.

It's time this ended
once and for all.

(Doorbell rings)

(Gasps)

Time we talked.

OK.

Any news on Jessica Myerscough?

Not yet, but Dale's voice-mail
confirms that Jessica

masterminded the theft
up at the Wyhams.

She staged the break-in at
the vet's and got the ketamine.

- So what's her motive?
- Money for the custody battle.

Or perhaps it was revenge
on the Wyhams over her daughter.

She's clearly desperate.
We'll have to find her.

I've got an update on the g*n.

The Met have matched it
to one involved

in several crimes in East London.

We just need to find a link.

There must be something more.

All this trouble started
when the fayre arrived,

and now both families
have lost their oldest sons.

What if this feud
between the two families

goes much deeper than we thought?

Jasper will be home any minute.

You still kept it
after all these years.

Can't imagine Jasper
being too chuffed about it.

He's a lot more understanding
than people think.

(Scoffs) We both know
that's not true... Serena.

Earliest I can find
of any fall-out

between the two families is .

Jasper Wyham didn't seem
to have a problem

with the Nevins before then.

Then a whole catalogue of stuff.

Official complaints
about the Nevins.

Noise, pollution, traffic.

Anything
they could accuse them of.

All this over one long weekend
a year.

Also, Jasper wrote letters
to the council

demanding the Nevins
were banned from the area.

But look at this.

Serena Wyham was crowned
Harvest Queen in .

When her maiden name was Harris.

And who is this next to her?
This is Butch Nevins.

And Jasper Wyham.

They don't look to be feuding
much in that picture.

So, apart from marriage,

what happened between
the Harvest Fayre of

and the Harvest Fayre of

that turned this relationship
so toxic?

That's what we need to find out.

Hi, Granny!

(Bike bell struck, wheels spin)

Where are you, darling?

Amy? Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Amy?

Amy?

Amy!

(Sirens wail)

Two of you up at the top,
two of you round the side.

You two round the back.

Serena took off looking for her.
I don't know where she went.

Try to stay calm, Mr Wyham.

Every available officer's
looking for your granddaughter.

But I think it's time you
started being straight with us.

What do you mean?

In , something happened
between you and Butch Nevins.

What was it?

- What's it got to do with this?
- It's of vital importance.

Three people were m*rder*d,
your granddaughter's missing.

- What happened?
- It was just a stupid fling.

Long been forgotten.
Ancient history.

Serena and Butch?

Yes, Mr Barnaby.

Before we were married, Serena
had a brief liaison with Nevins.

That was autumn, .

Yet you still got married
early the next spring?

We were engaged at the time
of her... involvement.

And she fell pregnant...
by Nevins.

I had to bring the wedding
forward... for appearances.

? Harry wasn't that child.

BARNABY:
What happened to the baby?

We agreed to tell everyone
it was stillborn.

It was given up for adoption.

Did Butch know about this?

He was told it d*ed,
like everyone else.

- Who else knew the truth?
- Only us... and Clara.

Did you find out what happened
to the child after adoption?

No. We didn't know anything.

Then... last year
there was a letter.

From the adoption agency.

The child
was trying to get in touch.

Do you still have this letter?

Amy!

Amy!

Amy!

Come on, come on, pick up.

(Phone rings)

Ro, Amy's gone missing. I think
Jessica may have taken her.

Please, please, call me.

It's from the adoption agency.

The child Serena gave up
sought her help.

They wanted her
to have a blood test.

Establish if she was a match.

- What for?
- Some medical matter.

A medical emergency.

Whoever sent this was trying
to find a viable donor.

What did you do?

We declined.

You have to understand we had
Harry and Beth to think about.

Amy...

We didn't want this...
this muck dragged up.

The letter asks Serena to make
the biological father aware.

- Did you contact Butch Nevins?
- No.

I didn't think it for the best.

Thank you, Mr Wyham.

I'll get onto the agency, find
out who was asking for help.

What are you doing?
Are you looking out the window?

Thank you.

It was Niall and Rowena Deeley
trying to contact Serena.

It was their daughter
who needed the donor.

Isn't Rowena Amy's child minder?

Come on, lovely, time to go.

- Where are we going?
- I've got a surprise for you.

OK, thanks. The Deeleys' car's
been spotted up at Oak Woods.

(Tyres squeal)

(Door opens)

I'm here. So, what's this about?

I'll explain.

Come and have a drink.

- Amy!
- Mummy!

(Jessica gasps)

What are you gonna do?

I'll take her as far away
from this place as I can.

Somewhere safe.

(Sirens in distance)

(Ringing tone)

Come on, come on, pick up!

(Phone rings)

- Black Dog.
- Niall, it's Serena.

Amy's missing. I'm on my way
to the village to look for her.

- What?
- Is Rowena there?

No. No, she's not at the minute
but she'll be back soon.

Um... Why don't you come over?

- I'll help you look for her.
- OK.

OK, I'll be there in a minute.

- Time to go, come on.
- Mummy!

- Don't let them take my baby!
- Jessica, turn around.

Amy!

Jessica Myerscough,
I'm arresting you

on suspicion of aggravated
burglary,

and conspiracy to kidnap.
You do not have to say anything

but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention

when questioned, something
you later rely on in court.

The way the Wyhams treated
Jessica was horrendous.

No mother should be denied
seeing their child.

I'm not sorry I took Amy for her.

Why do you feel
so strongly about it?

I know what it's like
to lose a child.

No mother should go through that.

What happened to your little girl?

(Siren wails)

She was sick.
She needed a kidney transplant,

but we couldn't find a donor.

Were your families tested?

My relatives were...
but Niall was adopted.

He's never had any contact
with his biological parents.

He doesn't know who they are.

- Fancy another?
- Think I'll be heading, yeah?

Come on, what's the rush?
Have another.

No, thanks, Niall.
Another time, yeah?

- Let us out, Niall.
- I don't think so...

...Dad.

I need all available units
diverted to the Black Dog pub.

Proceed with caution,
the suspect could be armed.

(Sirens wailing)

- Oh, thank goodness.
- Serena, come in.

(Door locking)

Rowena's just waiting for you.

Get out.

Just run.

Over there. Move!

Well, here we all are, then.

One big happy family.

I've wondered for so long what
this moment would feel like.

Both of you finding out what you
did to the son you abandoned.

- What?
- Abandoned?

You're mistaken.

You're no child of mine.

(Tyres squeal)

- Locked.
- This way.

She never told you?

- I didn't want to give you up.
- Tell me what?

I thought it was the right thing.

Serena?

When I was pregnant.

Our baby didn't die.

You told him I d*ed?

I didn't know what else to do.

We had a son?
How could you keep that from me?

I'm sorry.

(Sniffs)
And even after you got my letter

you still didn't think
to tell him?

What letter?

I needed your help.

My little girl... she was sick.

I never asked
either of you for anything!

But I needed you to help me.

I was trying to save her life.

Well, I... I didn't know.

Well, of course you didn't know!

You just run around getting
people pregnant, don't you?

How many other illegitimate kids
have you got?

- Mr Deeley?
- (Gasps)

Don't come any closer!

I need to finish this.

You were talking about
your little girl.

Don't you want them to know
what happened to her?

She d*ed.

We couldn't find a donor
in time, so...

That must have been terrible.

Didn't have to happen.

They let her die.

So I needed them
to feel the same pain.

I understand.

You k*lled Harry and Dale so
they would know how it feels.

You... You k*lled my son?

Oh, God.

Why Clara, Niall?

Why did she have to die?

I hated doing that.

She was a friend and...
she told me everything.

Once she figured out who I was...

I can't imagine
what you've been through.

- But this has to stop now.
- You have no idea!

I promised her... I promised her
it would all be all right.

But I had to watch my little
girl get sicker and sicker

and there was nothing I could do.

I was her dad,
I was supposed to help!

I never meant
for your daughter to die.

No one should lose a child.

I wish I could go back
and make it different.

I should have
done something to help.

I'm so sorry.

I can't forgive you.

- You have to pay.
- (Serena gasps)

Niall, stop.

You won't ever forget
what you've suffered.

Doing this won't take away the
pain of losing your daughter.

What happened to her
wasn't right or fair.

But sometimes no one is to blame.

Not Butch or Serena.

Not you.

It's time for all this to stop.

All I ever wanted
was to be a good dad.

I miss her so much.

(Sobs)

- Dad.
- All right, son?

Your granddaughter's safe,
Mrs Wyham.

She's at home with your husband.

Thank you.

I never got to hold him
when they took him away.

I told myself it would
get easier, but it never did.

It's quite something, isn't it?

The power of the love
between parent and child.

Even after all these years.

It's a bond
that can never be broken.

You can never really escape
from your family, Nelson.

(Excited cries)

Oh, no! I thought
I'd donated those to charity.

- But they're my favourites.
- Have you packed your passport?

Oh, you won't be needing that.
Surprise.

What?

(Sarah gasps)

Well, yes, it is.

What about La Rochelle, ?

What about Torquay, ?

- Is it the same van? No!
- (Laughs)

KAM: Hello!

Hello?

Oh, hello, Kam.

- Oh, hello.
- Hi.

- Is Sykes ready?
- I've come to pick up... Sykes.

I'm afraid
there's been a change of plan.

Right.

Sykes is coming with us.

- Great!
- Not a problem.

Sykesie! Good boy.

- Enjoy your holiday.
- Send us a postcard.

Torquay, here we come.

- Dog biscuit?
- I've got a better idea.

Come on. Come on!

(Shrieks of excitement)

Three... two... one!

- Hahey!
- Yes!

A prize every time, well done.
Well done, love.

- Good sh*t.
- Oh, thank you.

- No, I was talking about mine.
- It was my ball that did it.

Yours was miles away. I can
teach you how to throw a ball.

♪ She'll be comin'
round the mountain

♪ Comin' round the mountain

♪ She'll be coming round
the mountain when she comes

BARNABY: ♪ You cannae
shove your granny off a bus

- (Barks)
- ♪ ..shove your granny off a bus

♪ Oh, you cannae
shove your granny

♪ Cos she can...

(Barks)

- Sykes!
- Sykesie!