19x03 - Last Man Out

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And that's another six for Leo Henderson.

Lower Pampling Panthers are now for .

Leo is batting like a god.

Another boundary there!

- He's going to win the game!
- Don't curse it.

Panthers are at for .

He needs to score a four or they're out.

Do you think he'll do it?

Badger's Drift have bowled well today

but the Panthers' star batsman
has hit them all over the park.

And the Panthers have done it!
Congratulations to Lower Pampling.

They meet Morton Shallows Sharks
in the mid-week semi-final.

Well done! Jolly good show!

Today's man of the match
is of course Leo Henderson!

Leo! Leo!

Thank you all for coming today
for this, the first ever

Midsomer County Premier League C- Slam!

Yes!

Charity buckets are at the exits.

Please give generously to the
Causton Heroes Benevolent Fund.

What the hell were you playing at?

What are you doing here?

Have you come to tell me how great I am?

Well, what is it?

Ladies and gentlemen...

Ladies and gentlemen,
please remain in your seats.

Play will resume as soon as possible.

This way, sir.

Leo Henderson. Local quantity surveyor

and captain of the Lower
Pampling Panthers.

His team just made it through

to the semi-finals of
the Midsomer C- Slam.

C- ?

It's a ten-overs-a-side game.
Originated in Australia.

It's staged all week culminating
in a grand final on Sunday.

And what do the winners get?

A chance to play in the bigger,
prestigious Australian version.

Sounds like a prize worth winning.

Anything on time of death?

He d*ed less than an hour ago apparently.

That was turned up to maximum.

rock-hard balls were bowled
at top speed straight at him.

If at first you don't succeed...

John?

Sarah?

I need to get my
sixth-formers back to school.

This is an odd history lesson.

I don't suppose you picked up on anything?

No. I was too busy enjoying the game.

Although I could tell it
wasn't everyone's cup of tea.

A fair few didn't stay till the end.

Do you know who it is yet?

Leo Henderson.

Oh, no, that's awful.

You know him?

Well, he single-handedly won
the match for Lower Pampling.

Right, I'll see you later.

Will she be going on
the incident board, sir?

Who found the body?

He's over here.

Lower Pampling's th man.

He said he went in to
put some things away.

One Jack Morris.

I wonder if I might have a word, Mr M...

.. Morris?

Call me Jack.

Winter, talk to... the team
manager and Leo's teammates.

See if there was any friction
out there on the field.

And afterwards talk to his wife.

Establish whether he had
any enemies outside cricket.

Now would be good.

Yes, sir.

Would you like to come with me, sir?

I really don't know.

Leo played a blinder

but apart from a bit of sledging,

Badger's Drift took the defeat well.

I'm sorry. Wade McMaster.
I'm the team manager.

Just trying to establish
if anything went on

between the teams after the game.

Obviously, no-one likes to lose
but it would be pretty extreme.

There wasn't any animosity?

No, this may be a different
version of cricket

but the core values remain the same.

A game played by gentlemen.

Leo was a big influence on the team.

I don't know how we'll recover from this.

This is different.

Just a little.

Jack Morris?

My old games master at
school, taught me cricket.

When you found Mr Henderson,
did you touch anything?

I'm sure you know me better than that.

I thought I did... Mr Morris.

New interview room? I like it.

Would you prefer to go to the station?

You know I'm not involved.
All I did was find the body.

Why are you here, Jones?

Tricky question.

And you know I'd tell you if I could.

You turn up in Midsomer and you
don't think to get in contact?

- It's awkward.
- Because you're working?

All I'm doing is renting a room
off a distant family friend.

Whatever it is you're really up to,

it can't get in the way
of my investigation.

I'm just here to take in some cricket.

Hopefully get a game if I can.

We both know you're
here for more than that.

But this m*rder takes
priority at all times.

And if you come across
anything connected to it,

you have to tell me.

Sure.

Thank you.

I know this is difficult, Mrs Henderson,

but I do need to ask you
just a few more questions.

Only, we are treating
this as a suspicious death.

Oh, my God.

Did you have much contact with
Leo after he won the match?

Erm...

N-No.

He was with his teammates.
I was in the members' area.

Can you think of anyone that disliked him?

I'm not sure there was
anything to dislike.

Thank you for your time.

Can I see Mel?

Sorry. I'm Serena Luthando.

We've been friends since we were kids.

I think she'd appreciate that.
I know you've given a statement

but can you think of anyone
that held a grudge against Leo?

Well, I know half the village
are up in arms about C- .

There were even threats sent
to Leo and Elliot, my husband.

- What sort of threats?
- Just emails.

We didn't tell Mel. We didn't
see the point in worrying her.

OK. Thank you.

Oh, Mel, I'm so sorry!

I'm so, so sorry.

I could use a drink.

Yeah, I think we all could.

Kia's over there.

I'll bring the drinks over. On the house.

Just so you know, Fitz. You're out.

What? I kept my end of
the bargain. You saw that.

- I can't believe
what's happened. - Yeah.

Are you OK?

SOCO dusted the bowling
machine for prints.

Nothing, wiped clean.

Also his wife and teammates all check out.

I'm hoping you had better
luck with Jack Morris.

His alibi checks out, Jones.

I'm Winter, sir.

Let's see what Mr Luthando can tell us.

This C- competition has
clearly upset someone.

What did they send to Leo Henderson?

It was pretty basic. It just
said, "You're a disgrace."

And that was mailed from the same account?

Yeah, it was.

StopC- @big-browsemail.co.uk

Thank you.

I thought it was just nonsense.

I'll get Tech to take a look at it.

Tell me, Mr Luthando, how did
you get involved in C- ?

Ah.

I saw it in Australia.
I bought the franchise.

There's never been anything
like this in Midsomer.

The healthy crowd suggests
it's going to be popular.

And it doesn't eat into your life

like five days of dreary test cricket.

Some would argue that the beauty
of cricket is its gentle pace.

Excuse me.

You're kidding.

Not today?

- Mr Luthando?
- Unbelievable.

A referendum. To try
and ban the C- Slam.

The council are asking the
entire village to vote on it.

Who runs the council?

Two dinosaurs, Germaine
Troughton and St John Beachwood.

Would that be the same Germaine Troughton

who used to captain England Ladies?

Mm.

As the old girl lives and almost breathes.

She's against C- , I take it?

Want to know who sent these
threats? I'd start with her.

Mm.

- Mr Morris.
- Hello.

Again.

What can I help with now?

We're actually looking
for Germaine Troughton,

who I presume is the distant
family friend you mentioned.

That, she is.

I was just nipping out, so...
I'll tell her you're here.

Him again.

I'll be back later.

Do try hanging your jacket
up when you get back.

It's what the hooks are for.

Will you come this way?

Tell me, Mrs Troughton, do
you know anything about these?

Absolutely not. Who
were they addressed to?

Elliot Luthando.

But, more importantly,
one went to Leo Henderson.

We heard you were very
much against the C- .

And I told Elliot and Leo to their faces

exactly what I think.

I do not hide behind threatening emails.

I've got a referendum that's
gonna put a stop to all this.

Oh, that was your idea?

St John and I have listened
to a lot of complaints.

Anyone specific spring to mind?

Too many to mention. Hence the referendum.

You enjoyed an illustrious cricket career.

And yet now you want to ban it?

Don't you want to keep
village cricket alive?

Chief Inspector, C- is not
the future of village cricket.

It would be the death of it.

Mel.

Hi, Jack.

I meant to come and see you earlier.

How are you?

Still dazed. Can't take it in.

I'm not sure any of us can.

Leo was one of the good
guys. I liked him a lot.

Sounds like you've already got company.

Hello?

Hello?

Ah!

Jack!

He went through there.

I have good news.

Leo is dead.

You can come back now.

Is there anywhere I won't
find you in Lower Pampling?

How's Melody?

Mrs Henderson's still pretty shaken up.

Did she mention to you that
anything had been taken?

She had a look around, but
there's nothing missing.

You must be pretty er...
fit playing cricket.

I work at it.

Not enough to catch the thief, though.

Not for want of trying.

- Seems odd.
- Explain "odd".

Well, you're probably fitter
than the average man or woman

and yet you couldn't keep up.

Well, maybe they play cricket as well.

Maybe.

How well did you know Leo Henderson?

- How is that relevant?
- I'm curious.

- I've already discussed this.
- Not with me.

I've been here a couple of months.

I got to know him pretty well.

He was a great captain
and a great batsman.

OK. Well, if anything
else springs to mind.

It won't.

OK.

Fetch, then.

Your investigation won't stop
the C- competition, will it?

Nice to know where your priorities lie.

Sounds like Daddy's got a tough case.

Sorry. It's more something
odd happened yesterday.

- Came out of the blue. - Do you
need to talk about it? - It'll keep.

Just as well. We need to get moving.

See you later.

Disappointingly, not a traditionalist.

So the impact of the first ball

knocked Leo Henderson unconscious,

and he fell backwards into the netting.

Then more cricket balls were fired at him

and one of them hit his heart
full on and stopped it dead.

Sounds a bit gratuitous.

Or someone in a rage.

Thanks, Kam.

Kam, have you got a minute?

- What is it?
- Probably nothing.

But...

Barnaby doesn't seem that bothered

but everywhere I turn, I
bump into Jack Morris.

Is that the good-looking
one who found the body?

Good-looking?

That's what the girls in SOCO were saying.

If you're worried about
it, talk to Barnaby.

Every time I do, he closes it down.

That guy checked out. You're
seeing things that aren't there.

Right. Well, I think that
concludes this month's meeting.

If I can just remind
everyone to cast their votes

on the future of C- .

St John?

We will announce the result
on the day of the final.

Mm-hm.

Mr Luthando.

I have something for your agenda.

What happened to respect?

The minute Leo dies, you
call for a referendum.

It's just a matter of... bad timing.

Or good timing.

I don't quite follow, Mr McMaster.

People are gonna feel
very uneasy about C- now.

You couldn't have got
worse publicity for it.

We merely sit on the council.

Our stance is completely impartial.

I've got a question. Why do you
hate C- so much, St John?

As I said, and clearly I
thought, we are impartial.

- I'm not talking about
"we", but "you". - Calm down.

Look, if you're gonna vote for something,

vote for Leo.

He loved this game.

Please.

Please... don't let it die.

I checked Leo's finances. There's no will,

and his life insurance is pretty basic.

So he wasn't k*lled for money.

That's where it gets confusing.

I found a receipt for a
first-class luxury cruise.

I called up the travel agency
to check and they confirmed

that Leo paid for the trip
in cash. £ , give or take.

But there's been no withdrawal
from his accounts for that amount?

No, sir. There's nothing to tell
us where that money came from.

Then I wonder if his wife can.

It's over. They're not gonna
vote for C- now, are they?

Enough of that. We play on, Elliot.

You haven't even got a captain.

Yes, we do, sis. Fitz.

Me?

Do it for Leo.

- I dunno. I...
- Come on, be my captain.

The team needs a leader
now more than ever.

How about that?

- Thanks, Uncle Wade.
- Happy now?

I will be when you get a round in.

What do you think about that, Mum?

- Are you getting my messages?
- Yes.

- And?
- Later.

OK?

A cruise?

Oh, Leo.

Mrs Henderson?

One of the last times we spoke,

he said he had a surprise
for me. Wouldn't say what.

Expensive surprise.

We...

We'd had a few problems.

Years ago now, he was always
trying to make it up to me.

When you say "problems"...

Usual stuff.

Mrs Henderson, Leo paid
for the trip in cash.

Could you tell us where
that money came from?

Cash?

It's a loose end and
we'd like to tie it up.

We don't have that sort
of money lying around.

Maybe he got it from a friend, a relative?

I suppose Elliot may
have loaned it to him.

Mr Luthando,

we'd like to know if you gave
Leo a cash loan recently.

In the region of £ , .

I wish.

This year's profits will only
just cover the set-up costs.

It's more of a long-term plan.

I'm intrigued, Mr Luthando.

You're running an architect's practice,

but you're pursuing C- .

You should try getting planning
permission past this council.

All Germaine ever does
is reject my submissions.

And the woman loathes me.

Sounds like C- is a form of revenge.

Wasn't the plan, but now you mention it,

I rather like the idea.

Hm.

It's high.

C- got you more excited than you let on?

Here.

I call this one... Cilla.

You call them all Cilla.

Thank you.

You wanted to see me?

I want back in, Butler.

We've had this discussion.

And I'm sorry, because you're
a good kid and I like you.

You don't understand.

I'm the Captain now.

He'd booked a luxury cruise.

I kept saying to him, "You don't
have to do things like that.

We're fine. We've been
fine for years now."

I know this is still very raw but...

.. it's the anniversary today.

Have you being listening
to what I'm saying?

Of course.

It's just that...

It's what we do, Mel.

- You know that.
- You can count me out.

What?

Leo's been m*rder*d.

What's the point now?

Oh, no, no, no. You're
closing your stance.

It's an old habit.

So break it.

Broken.

Don't get too full of yourself.

Your hand-eye co-ordination
just rescued you.

Think you'll win the vote to ban C- ?

It'll be close, but I'm hopeful.

Out.

Told you, open your stance.

You've got a good eye.
Germaine might not agree.

So how about batting for
us in the semi-final?

I was thinking you could
come in number three or four.

I'm more of an opening batsman.

You want to take Leo's place?
Fine, the position's yours.

We can hardly prop him
up at the stumps, can we?

Two games away from a trip to Australia.

She doesn't know it yet,
but the old girl's history.

I can't help thinking that
the wrong person was m*rder*d.

Surely, it should've been Elliot.
Leo was just another player

like everyone else on the
Lower Pampling eleven.

What's that doing there?

Something's still bugging me about Morris.

I looked for his statement,
couldn't find it anywhere.

Oh, it should be on my desk.

Oh.

I'm glad you called.

Well, I thought I should tell
you face to face that um...

.. I've been asked to open the
batting for Lower Pampling.

Leo's position?

I can tell them no.

Actually...

I'd rather it was you than anyone else.

It's just a branch.

Yeah. Didn't think I was the jumpy type.

I'd say you've got good grounds.

I could always stay.

On the sofa, of course.

Won't Germaine wonder where you've got to?

I'll tell her I was
practising for the semi-final.

In the dark?

I eat a lot of carrots.

I've never really lost someone,

so I can only imagine what it does to you.

It makes you forgive them everything.

You focus on the good things.

In fact, it's...

it's like the bad never happened.

I doubt there was any bad between you two.

No-one escapes that, Jack.

Look, I know it's not much,

but if we make it to the final,
I'd like you to come and watch.

In that case, you'd better
make it to the final.

The threatening emails
sent to Elliot and Leo,

I've traced them to a
computer's IP address.

They were sent from the local library.

So I compared the times
the emails were sent

to the times that people came
to the library. Guess what?

It's someone we know?

St John Beachwood.

We'd better have a word.

Thought I'd drop this off.

Leo Henderson's autopsy report.

The personal touch. I like it.

Hm.

- Yes?
- Can we meet?

I'll be there.

Ah!

You didn't come back last night.

No.

I... I caught up with an old friend.

You...

you will put a stop to this, won't you?

Have you organised a police
presence for the semi-final?

Already done, sir.

Good work. If Leo's death
is connected to the C- ,

we need extra eyes on the ground.

- I'll be back shortly.
- What about St John Beachwood?

He can wait for now.

See? That's not like Barnaby.

There's something definitely going on.

OK. Leave it with me.

Hello. You good boy.

I was really sorry to hear about Sykes.

You asked me to inform you

of anything that might
help the investigation.

The thing is, if I hand it over...

- If? - What I mean is I need it back.

They'll want to process what
I've found back in Brighton.

If it was anyone else...

John Barnaby. A man amongst men.

I found this locked in Leo's
office. There's five grand.

Found it how?

His widow asked me to stay the night.

Slept on the sofa.

Won't Melody be missing this?

I don't think she knows about it.

- This was Leo's secret.
- So the question is,

who gave this money to him? And why?

And if I find that out, do
we have the same agreement?

Of course.

Germaine's not a distant
family friend at all, is she?

You know I can't answer that, sir.

Hello!

- Ben! Oh, my goodness.
- Sarah.

You thought you'd surprise me?
It's a lovely surprise at that.

- How good to see you.
- You, too.

Hi, Betty, you've grown.

Is that the rabbit I sent her?

Yeah, she loves it. She
can't sleep without it.

Her godfather got something right.

I knew you were the man for the job.

John suggested some relative I can't bear.

Nice to know I got past
your selection process.

Every time. Is your gran out of hospital?

Yeah, thanks, she's fighting fit.

OK, good. And how's Kate?

Loving the sea views.

- Anyway...
- You will stay for lunch?

Slightly tricky.

- Jones'll call again, I'm sure.
- Yeah.

You can't be going?
You've only just got here.

Sarah, I don't want to say
this to you of all people

but... you haven't seen me.

I don't understand, sir. You
can't say where this came from?

Not at the moment. Can you
ask Kam, nicely of course,

- to do the forensics on this?
- Sure.

By the way, did anybody check
Melody Henderson's house

post the burglary?

SOCO dusted, that's
all. Nothing came back.

Then ask Kam, doubly nicely,

to go there and check, see
if anything was missed.

Sir.

Panthers!

You should've come with me
yesterday. It would have helped.

Helped you or me, though?

I thought we had a deal?

You weren't gonna come and
watch till the final, remember?

I wasn't sure you'd make it to the final.

- I'd better have a quick net.
- You'd better.

Threatening emails? I'm sorry.

I'm a complete Luddite.

You're barking up the wrong tree there.

I must get to the semi-final.

Just a moment, Mr Beachwood.

Before you dash off...

You signed in to use the computer

at the corresponding times
that the emails were sent.

You really mustn't tell Germaine.

Germaine? This is a m*rder
investigation, Mr Beachwood.

This was purely for her, I swear.

But why thr*aten Leo Henderson?

Clearly you've never met the man.

Will I be charged over this?

Not this time. But please
don't give me any reason

to come back here, Mr Beachwood.

Is everything OK?

Er... yes. Absolutely, yes.

Mr Morris.

Serena, isn't it?

I thought we should have a word.

Have to be quick, game's about to start.

It's just that...

Mel's pretty vulnerable right now.

I think I noticed that,

but thanks.

I want you to stay away from her.

That's not your call.

I'm making it "my call".

So stay out of her house
and out of her life.

Do you understand?

- What the hell?
- Keep your distance...

Mr Morris.

Go, Panthers! Whoo!

You've got some nerve.

We're in the eye of the storm, Germaine.

No better place to make a stand.

And the Panthers seem to be struggling

after electing to field
first in today's semi-final.

Oooh!

Wide ball... Wide.

Another wide from the Panthers' captain.

That's some of the worst
bowling I've ever seen.

I've had a bad day, OK? And
remember who you're talking to.

I'm the Captain.

And with two overs to go,

still holding his own for Lower Pampling

is newcomer Jack Morris.

Oh, that's a lovely strike

for four runs.

He's pretty good, this Jack Morris.

Yeah. Yeah, he is.

Wonder of wonders, you've
got the afternoon off.

I had some time due. Besides,
this game'll be quick.

To be honest, it's good
to escape for a bit.

It's a tough case that John's working on.

Mm, he seems a bit uptight about it.

Sorry, I feel like I'm
prying where I shouldn't be,

but you two are OK?

Yeah. Yeah, we've never been happier.

That's what I said to Winter.

Oooh!

And there's a four, another four.

He's played some classic
sh*ts, your lodger.

It's like he's watched some old
footage of you in your pomp.

Well, perhaps he has at that.

He'll get two there.
Mate, what are you doing?

- You promised me.
- I will sort it, I swear.

Morris needs one more boundary to win.

And there it is!

Pampling Panthers are through to the final

with an excellent batting display

to bring them back from
the brink of defeat.

Thanks go once again to the
Lower Pampling cheerleaders.

They've been fantastic today.

Very entertaining!

The new guy's too good. Best
get him onside before the final.

Maybe show him what a
great captain you are.

- Cheers!
- Cheers!

Listen up, everyone, I've got a
very sombre announcement to make.

First drinks are on the house!

My boys did Leo proud. We're in the final.

- Captain Fantastic.
- Dunno if I did that much.

I am so coming to Australia with you.

Well, we're not quite there yet.

You'd have made Leo
proud batting like that.

Ah, I'm glad you think so.

Sis, where's Elliot?

Where do you think? Work as usual.

The man needs some family time.

You think I don't tell him that?

Gin and tonic.

Last Chance Saloon.

That was a pretty special innings.

Well, someone had to
make up for your bowling.

Yeah, listen, about that...

You're a smart guy. You
knew what I was doing, right?

How many wides and no balls
did they tell you to bowl?

I counted five in two overs.

See, I knew it, I knew you were smart.

But also you haven't told anyone.

Which intrigues me.

Who am I gonna tell?

Listen, Jack, I'm going to
be open and honest here.

I can make you a lot of money. You and me,

if we throw the final,
we can cash in big-time.

- You've got the wrong guy.
- You don't understand.

I keep screwing up and I
need to make this happen.

It's just not cricket, mate.

Yeah, it's Fitz.

Doesn't matter how I got
your number. We need to talk.

- You all right?
- Yeah, fine.

Look... I'll be back in a bit.

Hi, sorry, I was gonna
join you at the pub.

I just got a bit bogged down.

Never mind.

Pounding headache. Might have a lie down.

- Serena...
- Yes?

When I've got C- all set up and running,

I'll have more time.

C'mon, pick up the
phone, pick up the phone!

Easy!

That's taking tree hugging
a bit far, isn't it?

One Fitz Theara, Captain
of Lower Pampling.

- Another dead Captain.
- Indeed.

Someone had the strength
to do that to him?

We've found evidence that
a blunt force was used

on top of a sharpened cricket stump.

Several times until he
was pinned to the tree.

Who found him?

Over there.

She was on her way to visit
a patient in the village.

- OK, let's get the stump out.
- Got it.

- Are we ready?
- OK. Easy.

- Easy, now.
- OK, we got him.

- Slowly.
- Hold him up.

OK, careful.

Just move the body across on his front.

Careful.

Careful...

What's all that?

It's the first I've seen of it.

Can you get me some pictures?
It could be that he was pinned

to this particular tree on purpose.

I wanna know where that came from ASAP.

See if there are any missing
from the cricket club.

Also, check phone records,

who didn't like Fitz,
who last saw him alive.

You think it's the same k*ller?

The second captain to be m*rder*d.

It's beginning to look
like a poisoned chalice.

Barnaby.

I'm sorry to do this but I...

I do need to ask you some questions.

Did you know the victim?

Yes, he was my daughter's boyfriend.

- So you knew him well?
- Reasonably.

Can you think of anyone that
might want to do this to him?

I'm sorry, I can't.

He was a really decent lad.

I can't imagine anyone who'd
want to do this to him.

Kia! Kia!

Kia! Kia. Ssh.

I was waiting up for him.

I don't understand.

Ssh.

Why was he all the way up here?

Mum.

It's OK. It's OK.

It's OK. It's OK.

Ssh.

Kam didn't find any traces
or fibres on Fitz's body.

- Time of death?
- Around : pm last night.

Also, we don't know what it means

but the notches on the tree,

there are exactly of them.

The last one made a day ago at most.

- And the other ?
- When were they made?

Kam's still running tests.

Barnaby.

Oh, he is?

Thank you.

Look smart, we have a guest.

Sorry, but I'm gonna need your help.

My bosses have sanctioned I
work openly with you from now on.

What bosses?

I couldn't tell you before,
but Jones was once... you.

DI Ben Jones.

I'm working undercover on a
large-scale match-fixing ring.

We believe it originated in Australia

with the start of C- over there.

But now it's popping
up all over the country,

and for match fixers, it's ideal.

The amateur game flies under
the usual watchdog radars.

I had you down as a suspect.

Well, if it helps any, I
would've had myself down as one.

So what exactly is Germaine
Troughton's role in all this?

As far as Germaine's
concerned, I'm Jack Morris.

I couldn't infiltrate a cricket team

without having a
connection to the village.

So Germaine was approached
and sworn to secrecy.

She agreed as soon as she thought
it might put an end to C- .

What I want to know is, do
you think there's a connection

between the murders and match fixing?

I didn't initially.

But last night

Fitz approached me and
openly encouraged me

to sign up, make myself a lot of money.

And then Fitz gets m*rder*d
straight afterwards.

I'm worried it's because
I turned him down.

Why did you do that? Surely,
that's the break you wanted?

I couldn't risk appearing too keen.

I was gonna go back today,
tell him I'd slept on it.

So if Fitz was m*rder*d
because you turned him down,

what did Leo Henderson
do to get himself k*lled?

My guess is he won the quarter-final.

And you think he was bribed not to?

It's a hunch, at best.

It would explain how he
paid for the cruise in cash.

So Leo was meant to give
his wicket away cheaply?

More that he didn't score
past a certain total.

See, the betting works in insidious ways.

They back the number of
wides bowled, no-balls,

runs a certain batsman makes, run-outs.

So it looks as if it's just
another game of cricket.

- Only it's orchestrated.
- Mm-hm.

We need to know exactly how
these bets are being laid.

If it's illegal, it
could be on the Dark Web.

If Leo and Fitz were
m*rder*d by match fixers,

then I'm afraid we have to hope
you get approached again, Jones.

- Hello.
- Hello.

C- will bring lots of
business to the village.

If I win, we all win. So
please think about it carefully.

- I can rely on you, Peter.
- Don't worry.

- Have you spoken to Kia yet?
- I haven't had a second.

Elliot, some things are more important.

You don't understand how
wrong you are, Serena.

Really... no idea.

Hello, lovely.

Even if you don't like
cricket, think of the profits.

Johnnie, nice to see you.

No.

There's no laptop or tablet and
no sign of Fitz's phone either.

Perhaps his k*ller took it.

But I found invoices for the
building work Fitz carried out.

Seems Elliot Luthando
owes him a lot of money.

Look into Luthando, find out
everything you can about him.

Maybe he's running the C- as
a cover for the match fixing.

Leo was Elliot's best friend.
Leo didn't play ball, did he?

You got a moment?

Looks like I have now.

You were talking to Fitz yesterday.

Poor guy, terrible business.

Tragic. But...

I was wondering... Did
he say anything to you?

Yeah. "Well played."

You're a funny guy.

Tell you what. Why don't you
tell me what you think he said?

That you could be a valuable commodity.

I'm not that guy.

Everyone's that guy...
for the right price.

Look at you.

You've no job, you're shacked up
with that old girl. What is it?

You get made redundant?
Did your wife leave you?

Leo was barely cold and you
were straight round to Melody's.

- That's a desperate man.
- So it was you at her house?

I was just looking for what was mine.

I paid Leo a lot of money
to get himself out early.

But he just couldn't
resist a sh*t at glory.

What if I'm made of the same stuff?

Don't be a fool, Jack.
Everyone wants a better life.

Especially someone like you.

My God...

OK. Thanks.

Had someone digging into Elliot's finances

and how about this?

He was on the verge of bankruptcy.

Hm.

Which could make match
fixing extremely tempting.

Tell us about your
relationship with Fitz Theara.

There wasn't one.

Try a little harder.

We know that he worked
for you now and then.

You owed him money for work he
carried out several months ago.

Where were you last night
between : and : pm?

Here.

I fell asleep at my desk.

- Working late, then?
- Always.

We checked with the planning committee.

You haven't submitted
anything in three months.

You're nearly bankrupt,

so we'd like to know
where you got the finance

to put the C- tournament on.

- Your information is wrong.
- What are you working on now?

That's my business.

Winter, unplug Mr Luthando's
computer, would you?

Excuse me?

We have uncovered
evidence of match fixing.

Your C- Slam has been infiltrated.

Hang on. The matches were rigged?

Two men who we know were
involved have been m*rder*d.

You have connections to both and no alibi.

I'm not a m*rder*r.

I'm a gambler.

I... bet on anything.

Even the C- . So, please...

you'd be doing me a favour. Take it away.

When will the result of
the vote be announced?

Between the innings of the C- final.

I'm sorry I have to play.

No, you're not.

But if it helps to catch a match fixer...

I'll get it.

Who is it?

Oh, it's some prankster.

Thank you.

So I was carbon dating
the notches in the tree

when one of my team found this.

The petals are fading,

so it must have been there
before Fitz was k*lled.

Also, I've got an update on the tree.

As far as I can tell,
the notches were made

roughly around the same day every year.

- And the last notch was made?
- Two days ago.

So there are notches on the tree

and let's not forget cricket
balls were used to batter Leo.

Could be a coincidence.

Winter, indulge me, would you?

Of course, sir.

Go back years, find out
if anything unusual happened

in Lower Pampling around that time.

I was going to call you last night.

But I know Serena warned you off.

Then she'll have to try harder than that.

Any idea who might have left you this?

- Not really.
- Not really?

I mean, no.

I'm not sure I want to find out either.

- Look, I'll call the police.
- Do you have to?

You don't want to report it?

If you don't mind.

Butler Styles approached
me, then left me this.

K up front, and another
after I do what they want.

They?

Butler can't be the brains behind this.

He's the gopher, the middle man.

All the same, we'll look into him.

- Who else are we looking at?
- That's the next step.

- These people are dangerous.
- I'm too close to walk away.

- Then at least do us a favour?
- What?

Don't become Captain. The last
two didn't have a lot of luck.

I'll bear that in mind. Oh, by the way.

Someone left this for Melody last night.

Might be significant.

Jones.

I know, sir.

Let's ask St John why we keep
finding his beheaded flowers.

Sir, you might want to
take a look at this.

That's Melody Henderson and
that's Serena Luthando.

With a girl who went missing
two decades ago, no less.

Cilla Troughton, daughter of
retired England cricket captain

Germaine Troughton.

Hm.

I don't understand.

We believe we found a memorial
of sorts to your daughter.

I'm sorry. What are you saying?

Why would there be a memorial?

Would you care to explain
these, Mr Beachwood?

Only, we found one where
Fitz Theara was m*rder*d.

This was attached to a wreath
sent to Melody Henderson.

Can you tell us how they got there?

What has that got to do with Cilla?

Mr Beachwood?

I'm sorry, I'm at a complete loss.

We saw the beheaded
flowers in your garden.

- And I know you saw them, too.
- Probably vandals.

Is there something you'd like to tell us?

Has Cilla returned to Lower Pampling?

No, of course she hasn't.

I'd know if she had.

- You haven't heard from her?
- Not in years.

Aha, see you got my little gift, then.

It's a lot of money.

The tip of a very big iceberg.

Step into my office and I'll
give you your instructions.

I don't bite.

- It's not your bite that worries me.
- Meaning what?

I want to talk to the organ
grinder, not the monkey.

- Now, listen!
- No, mate. You listen.

I don't want to end up like Leo or Fitz.

I want guarantees from the top man.

Or woman.

It doesn't work like that.

Then it's time it did.

We've got a problem.

Hello?

Mel?

Serena.

You got the same text?

Yes.

Serena...

They're not moving.

Good. Now, let's get out of here.

- Hello?
- Let's just call someone.

Hello, girls.

Long time, no see.

Cilla?

Mm. That's nice.

A little memorial for me.

Did you like the ones I left for you?

Oh, sorry, did I scare you?

I don't understand.

Why are you here?

And why have you called us to the tree?

Because this is where you left me.

Curled up, crying, begging.

When did you get back?

You're asking the wrong question, Mel.

Listen. Can you hear it?

That's the sound of your
scared hearts pounding.

Count the beats, go on.

Then add them together.

And then you'll get a sense
of just how frightened I was

when you left me here years ago.

So you're here to get your own back?

You know the deal!

Well, put it down to the not
uncommon fear of being k*lled.

Yeah, I'm laughing so hard right now.

Let's do this face to face!

Wade?

You've got two choices, Jack.

One, you fix the match.

Or two... I fix you.

Don't screw it up...

.. Captain.

Captain?

I'll throw that in with the deal.

Why are you here?

Why haven't you arrested Cilla?

We spoke to her mother. She
had no idea she was even back.

Talk us through what happened last night.

We know Cilla disappeared
years ago. But not why.

We were friends.

The three of us.

Inseparable.

We had our own code, our own rules.

All for one, and all that.

But it clearly didn't last.

Mel married young.

Leo was the prize catch, the
one all the girls wanted.

And then, after a while,
he looked elsewhere.

To Cilla.

They had an affair?

It tore Mel's heart out.

All those years of
friendship reduced to nothing.

So...

.. we went after Cilla.

We drove her to the
outskirts of the village

in the dead of night, screamed, shouted...

And we told her...

.. don't ever come back.

But why the memorial?

After she left, we
regretted what we'd done.

We tried to find her, but we couldn't.

Time went past and...

.. we started to think something
must have happened to her.

And now she's back.

You need to speak to your mother.

What happens if she bumps
into Serena or Melody

and they tell her they've seen you?

Imagine what that would do to her.

She did a lot worse to me.

She misses you.

I've missed you, too.

I know that, and you've always
been like a father to me.

But you need to let this go.

Is Cilla Troughton staying here?

Come in.

I went for a walk last night.

Arrest me.

You left two women terrified.

Poor them.

I'd like to hear your version
of what happened years ago.

I fell for the wrong man,

yet I was the one hounded
out of the village.

They say it takes two to tango?

Not in this case.

When did you come back to Lower Pampling?

After Leo was k*lled. Trust me.

We'll still need to know your whereabouts

at the times of both murders.

I didn't meet Fitz, let alone know him.

Cilla, we know you have a
police record for stalking.

We ran a check on you.

Ten years ago you had a
restraining order placed on you.

A family complained you showed
up everywhere they went.

Is that all you've got?

Like it or not, you're involved

in a m*rder investigation, Cilla.

Well, you've got it wrong.

Don't leave the village
without letting us know.

Listen, you mustn't be angry.

Cilla?

I told you. I don't want to see her.

Wade McMaster approached Jones last night.

He's the brains behind the match fixing.

Butler Styles is his right-hand man.

Question is, can we put either of them

at the scenes of the murders?

The tech team went through
Elliot Luthando's computer.

They found a link to a gambling
site taking bets on the C- .

Have they managed to get an IP address?

No match with Wade or Butler's computer.

- Who then?
- They're tracing it now.

Why am I here?

You do know what you've
been doing, don't you, Kia?

Helping my uncle.

Working on his betting site.

- That's a crime?
- It is when it's match fixing.

The odds are crooked, the games are fixed.

No.

My Uncle Wade wouldn't do that.

He wouldn't.

Your boyfriend Fitz was also involved.

It might be why he was m*rder*d.

It's true, Kia.

But last time I saw him...

he had a plan, we were going
to Australia for the C- trip.

Possibly on illegal proceeds.

No.

Fitz would've told me.

He couldn't. Your uncle
wouldn't allow that.

Kia, your father places
bets on Wade's gambling site.

He's almost bankrupt because
of the losses he's incurred.

Your uncle has all but
wrecked your parents' lives.

And he could be linked to both murders.

You could help us, Kia.

I don't understand.

I don't know what to say.

Where have you been?
What have you been doing?

That's a good question.

Cleaner, dishwasher, barmaid.

I've had to be to survive.

You never thought to come home?

To what exactly?

So why are you here now?

I got tired of seeing you
on your own, Germaine.

I couldn't bear it, so a few months ago

I set about looking for Cilla.

And you kept that from me?

He tracked me down. He thought
he could make things better.

I hoped so, too, but when I got
back I just couldn't face you.

How could you just... disappear?

Every time the phone rang
I thought it might be you.

You seriously thought that?

After what you did?

I called you that night.

After Serena and Mel were so horrible.

I needed to be somewhere safe.

I never really understood
what was happening.

You didn't even listen.

You said, "No, I don't want you here!"

Living together was
hopeless. It never worked.

"I don't want you here."

Those were your words.

And then you hung up on me.

Well... here I am.

We could try again, couldn't we?

I knew this was a mistake.

There's no sign upstairs, sir.

- Try the back.
- Yes, sir.

They picked up Butler,
but Wade's gone AWOL.

All local forces are on alert.

k*lling Leo I can understand.

But Fitz played his part,

he bowled wides and no-balls.
He didn't let them down.

So why k*ll him and then
risk their entire set-up

by approaching a new player in Jones?

You don't think the murders are
linked to the match-fixing?

It doesn't add up. What
have you got for me?

This is the file on
Cilla's restraining order.

It wasn't the family
she kept trying to see

but more specifically their adopted son.

And how old is this child now?

.

Which means he was conceived years ago.

That number keeps coming up, sir.

Do you think this is Cilla's son?

If it is, it's likely
that Leo is the father.

Odd no-one mentioned it.

Indeed.

I suspect we may find the
answer at the C- final.

I see you've been washing your own kit?

For once.

I even hung my jacket up. That's
got to be worth a gold star.

Aren't you gonna wish me luck?

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the first ever final

of the Midsomer County

Premier League C- Slam!

Serena, please.

Your brother, he made
fools of us all, Serena.

Well, he wasn't the only
one to fool us, was he?

At least he didn't
gamble away all our money.

It's a beautiful day for a beautiful game!

It's nice to see so many people here.

Go, Panthers! Go, go, go, Panthers!

Whoo!

Go, Panthers!

Go, go, go, Panthers!

Whoo!

Nine, eight,

seven,

six, five, four,

three, two, one!

That's a brilliant
wicket for Lower Pampling.

I don't see Jones out there.

I didn't know we were looking for him.

We're not.

OK...

Oh. Have you come to watch the final?

This is a work visit, I'm afraid.

I knew you were a modernist.

- We noticed Ben isn't playing.
- Isn't he?

His car's here.

Hey!

I don't understand.

What have I ever done to you?

You're gonna regret this.

I promise you.

No answer.

I need a last known triangulation

on the phone number I'm about to send you.

We're on, sir.

You'd better go.

St John.

Chief Inspector.

There's something that's been worrying me.

Why now?

Why decide to track Cilla
down now after all these years?

What happened?

I'm sorry.

I should have told you.

Hello!

Hello?

I couldn't believe it when you texted me.

You come alone?

- Where have you been?
- I know how to hide.

I might beg to differ.

This was for making me believe in you.

We've got you on a series
of match-fixing counts.

But what I want to know is,
where have you got Jones?

Jones? Who's Jones? Jack Morris.

He'll be at the game, won't he?

Winter, I've got the triangulation back.

I know where Jones is.

Just so you know, your grip's all wrong.

One more innings?

Germaine.

That was some risk you took.

Living with a policeman while
trying to get away with m*rder.

Leo wasn't planned.

Just a spur of the moment
thing. Red mist descending.

You need to learn to count to ten.

What did Leo do that upset you so much?

I never had any time for him.

This wasn't about C- , was it?

I don't know what you mean.

We know about your grandson.

Cilla's son.

He contacted you, didn't he?

He was looking for his mother.

You couldn't help him, couldn't
offer him a single thing.

So I went to see Leo.

Find out whatever he knew about his son.

Turned out he'd known about him all along.

All he was worried about
was Melody finding out.

He threatened me.

He said if she did find out,
I would be very, very sorry.

But after the quarter-final
you sought Leo out again.

I was so angry.

He was so uncaring about Cilla.

So arrogant, boasting
about his great innings.

I kept thinking about Cilla's life...

and my life.

How they could have been so much better.

I just wanted to shut him up.

And the bowling machine was right there.

Tell me about Fitz.

He was just outside the
practice area when I k*lled Leo.

I had no idea until he
phoned me and he wanted money.

Lots and lots of money.

And what about me, Germaine?

I thought you knew.

The way you looked at
me this morning. You...

The stump...

my test match trophy stump...

.. had been on the wall and
it wasn't there any more.

The stump you used to k*ll Fitz.

You're a policeman, you
must have worked it out.

I thought you knew.

I didn't even notice, Germaine.

Mum?

No! No, take her away, I don't
want her to see me like this.

You heard from my son? What did he say?

Did he ask about me?

He was looking for you.

There was no way that I could help him.

If you knew how much I
regretted all those years...

I called you that night...

I was trying to tell
you that I was pregnant

and all you had to do was listen.

And you didn't.

What have you done?

I am... so sorry.

For everything.

I really let the side down, didn't I?

And you.

Thanks.

You're lucky it was your head.

Very amusing.

And thanks for the help with Wade.

Any time.

Wait, please...

There's something... I want to give you.

Should have given it to you years ago.

- No.
- Take it.

The house is yours.

I can't.

Take it!

I want you to be safe.

And I want your... son to be safe.

I know he wants you to call him.

Look after him.

Like I should have looked after you.

As promised, the results
of the C- referendum.

Those in favour of C- ... .

Those against...

.

The vote in favour wins!

C- looks set to stay.

Don't get too excited, Elliot.

Kia and I will be running
things from now on.

Serena...

I'm going to find Cilla.

It's time to apologise properly.

Are you coming?

Howzat?

Clean bowled.

Germaine.

And there's still all to
play for in the C- final.

With one ball remaining,

the whole competition could go either way.

Come on, Jones!

I'm not sure he should even be playing.

Well, if he collapses, I'm a doctor.

Of sorts.

Maybe I should introduce you
two properly after the game.

- What do they need?
- A six.

- He'd better hold his nerve.
- His nerve will be fine.

He was very well trained.

Yes!

And it's a six!

Yes.

A fantastic competition.

Congratulations to the
Lower Pampling Panthers.

Thanks also to the runners-up,

Causton Crusaders.

See you all again next year, folks.

Hey-hey-hey!

Not too shabby, Captain Jones.

Australia, here you come.

- Australia?
- Oh, I doubt that.

- Well done, Jones.
- You're being subtle.

Oh, I'm out of practice.
Not used to being single.

Single? What, you finished
with er... what's-his-name?

- You never said.
- You never asked.

Shall we get the beers in?

Yeah.

So, how you finding him?

Does he still stand there

and do that weird squinting
when he's thinking?

Loads. I thought he was short-sighted.

Never calls you by your first name.

I don't think he knows it.

- You never know
- what he's thinking

- We're not mind-readers.
- Thank you...

Ben and...

- Jamie, sir.
- Jamie...

Cheers.

Thank you.

So, a little bird tells me
you've not been yourself lately.

I finally realised the future
isn't actually on its way.

In truth, it's already arrived.

Ah, Paddy, my boy.

You were right all along!

We've got to move with the times.