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.
Roll up, and welcome to the Nevins Wall of Death.
Ripped By mstoll
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, 2003?
It's just... Well, it wasn't exactly a roaring success
the last time we put him in k...
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 bullet 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 bullet,
there's no sign of an intruder or any confrontation.
Get uniform to conduct a search.
Whoever did this might have disposed of the gun 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 20 years.
Harry took over the business after his father Jasper retired.
You work here, too, Mrs Barkham?
Came here on holiday 12 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!
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.
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 guns on site, Mr Wyham?
Yes, several.
They're all kept in our gun 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?
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.
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!
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 40 plus!
Been coming here since I was a kid.
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.
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.
Give it up, please, for Dale Nevins!
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.
Morning, Sarah. Ready, sir?
- See you later. Mwah! - Mwah! See you later.
Is that Charlie?
Now, you behave yourself.
- 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.
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 kill 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 200 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 gun 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 killed 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 gun, 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 died. Right?
Yeah.
So can you explain how he ended up
with your UV paint on his clothing?
Or why we found this weapon
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 died.
- 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 weapon.
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 gun and we find the killer.
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.
Butch!
All right, Geri?
Rod asked where I was the night Harry died.
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.
- 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?
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.
- 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.
I don't know what you think you saw earlier,
- but there was nothing in it. - Butch, I have known you
for 40 years, don't tell me what I saw.
Just keep your nose out of my business.
Jasper?
What is it?
Stop! Stop!
Oh!
Jasper!
Jasper! Jasper!
No!
OK, thanks.
Five horses were stolen. A couple are worth 30 grand.
- Any witnesses? - Jasper Wyham.
He saw them being driven off in a horsebox,
but only clocked three digits of the licence 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.
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 24 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 murder.
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, 13 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.
What do you think?
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.
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 murder.
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!
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.
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.
I have to go.
Jessica?
Jess?
Jessica?
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 attack?
It's likely. The killer seems to have improvised,
used whatever's come to hand as a weapon.
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 murderer 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.
And why Clara was targeted.
DS Nelson.
Really? Thank you.
We've found the horses.
- It's the one, all right. - Phone in the licence plate.
Find out who this belongs to.
Someone left in a hurry.
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!
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 murder 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 murder.
- 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.
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.
- 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 murdered 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?
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.
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 20 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 murder.
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.
Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure
to present this year's Harvest Queen...
Beth Wyham!
You can't leave, we're a family!
I can't stay, not with Dad. Tomorrow, I'm going, that's it.
- It will kill Mum. - Not my fault
she hasn't the guts to leave the cheating sod.
I know what you did.
Keep your mouth shut.
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?
Hello?
Miss Myerscough?
Jessica.
Is everything OK?
Yes. I er... just went out for a walk.
Help me! Help!
Argh!
Help!
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 killer'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.
Time we talked.
OK.
Any news on Jessica Myerscough?
Not yet, but Dale's voicemail 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 gun.
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.
We both know that's not true... Serena.
Earliest I can find of any fall-out
between the two families is 1980.
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 1979.
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 1979
and the Harvest Fayre of 1980
that turned this relationship so toxic?
That's what we need to find out.
Hi, Granny!
Where are you, darling?
Amy? Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Amy?
Amy!
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 1979, 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 murdered, 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, 1979.
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.
1980? Harry wasn't that child.
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 died, 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!
Come on, come on, pick up.
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.
I'm here. So, what's this about?
I'll explain.
Come and have a drink.
- Amy! - Mummy!
What are you gonna do?
I'll take her as far away from this place as I can.
Somewhere safe.
Come on, come on, pick up!
- 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?
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.
- Oh, thank goodness. - Serena, come in.
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.
- 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 died?
I didn't know what else to do.
We had a son? How could you keep that from me?
I'm sorry.
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?
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 died.
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 killed Harry and Dale so they would know how it feels.
You... You killed 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.
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.
- 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.
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?
Well, yes, it is.
What about La Rochelle, 2003?
What about Torquay, 2007?
Is it the same van? No!
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!
Three... two... one!
- Hahey! - Yes!
A prize every time, well done. Well done, love.
- Good shot. - 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.
- Sykes! - Sykesie!
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