All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S05E03 - Murder on St Malleys Day

(wind howling)

(engine puttering)

(quiet, ominous music)

(blows thudding)
(dramatic music)

(mystical music)

(engine revving)

(crow cawing)

(spoons banging)

- [All] Answer, answer, answer!

Answer, answer, answer!

Answer, answer, answer!

Answer, answer, answer!

Answer, answer, answer!

Answer, answer, answer!

Answer, answer, answer!

Answer, answer, answer!

Answer, answer, answer!

Answer, answer, answer!

Answer, answer, answer!

- The club demands an answer, Talbot.

Now, have you or have you not

been discussing club
matters with outsiders?

- I'm not answerable to you, Heywood.

Or anyone else in this room.

- Your first loyalty is to the club, Dan.

Maybe you've forgotten that.

Or maybe you've been spending

just a little bit too
much time in the village.

(blows thudding)

(boys shouting)
(spoons banging)

(footsteps tapping)

(boys shouting)
(spoons banging)

- Desist!

Daniel, Marcus.

Good evening, gentlemen.

You may be seated.

I say gentlemen, because
that is what members

of the Pudding Club should strive to be,

no matter how trying the circumstances.

- I'm sorry, sir.

- Sorry, sir.

- And the circumstances are
particularly trying tonight.

As you know, Daniel's grandfather,

Sir Walter, is gravely ill.

Tonight, he has taken
a turn for the worse.

Sir Walter is a Pudding Club man

and one of our most
distinguished old boys,

so I ask you all to
behave with due propriety.

Daniel, I must take you
to the manor immediately.

- Our thoughts will be with
you and your family, Dan.

I'm sure I speak for everybody here.

(gentle music)

- Thank you, Marcus.

(gentle music)
(engine puttering)

(footsteps tapping)

(knuckles rapping)

(sombre music)

- [Anthony] Papa, Daniel
is here to see you.

- What is it, grandad?

- What is the time?

- He wants to know the time.

It's five past midnight, Granddad.

(grandfather wheezing)

- Why does he want to know the time?

- It's after midnight,
Doctor, and therefore,

the feast day of St. Malley,

patron saint of Devington School.

Look, he's smiling.

- Oh, of course.

Papa winning the St Malley's Day Race.

- Can't we leave the blasted
school out of things for once?

- Don't worry, Papa, the
race will be run as usual.

And Daniel will win it for you.

Won't you, Daniel?

- I'll do my best, Grandad.

- He can't hear you.

I'm sorry.

He's gone.

(sombre music)

- Quidnunc, what now?

- A stiff drink, that's what.

(door clicking)

(people chattering)

(microphone screeching)

- It's so good of you to come
and give us moral support.

- Oh, we've been looking forward to it.

Haven't we, Tom?

- We thought Toby might be happier

at a more traditional school like this.

- So when does he start?

- Oh, we haven't totally
taken the plunge yet.

That's why we wanted you to come along,

so we could get your input.

Didn't we, George?

- Shh.

(crowd applauding)

- Parents, pupils, staff, and
friends of Devington School,

welcome to the St Malley's Day Race,

run today in honour of our beloved friend,

Sir Walter Talbot,

diplomat and distinguished
Old Devingtonian,

who passed away in the
early hours of this morning.

(speaking in foreign language)

To the brave and the faithful
nothing is impossible.

(bell tolling)

Gentlemen, are you ready?

- [Boys] Yes, Headmaster.

- Ludlow, the bell!

The bell, Ludlow!

(bell ringing)

(boys chattering)
(crowd shouting)

- Run, Dan!

- Go, Daniel!

You will win this race
for your grandfather.

Now, run as fast as you can!

Go, Daniel!

- Go!

(dramatic music)

- [Anthony] Go, Daniel.

Go, boy.

Run, Daniel, go, go, go, go, go, go!

(crowd applauding)

(girls screaming)

- Come on!

(people clapping)
(footsteps tapping)

- Mr. Carew.

- Don't stop, Daniel.

Run!

Run like the wind!

(footsteps tapping)
(people chattering)

- Drinks, here they come. (laughs)

(people chattering)

(man clapping)

Come on.

Come on, Mr. Heywood.

You can do it!

- I can assure you, Mrs. Woodard,

I am moving heaven and earth
to find a place for young Toby.

- A word, if I may.

- Anthony, may I introduce--

- Now, Jonathan.

- Please, excuse me.

- That's Anthony Talbot, Sir Walter's son.

He's a diplomat as well.

- Yes, you can tell.

(dramatic music)

- Good show, Talbot!

That's the way.

(Dan groans)

- [Chas] Get off me, Heywood, you yob!

Get off me!

- [Marcus] Sorry, Chas, no can do.

It's for the greater good you see.

- Sod the greater good. (groans)

(dramatic music)

(Dan panting)

(suspenseful music)
(birds chirping)

(Dan panting)

(branch cracking)

- What the hell are you doing here?

(sinister music)

(Dan groans)

(tyres screeching)

- Bloody maniac!

(dramatic music)
(Dan gasping)

- Have you heard from
Archie Bellingham recently?

- No, should I have done?

- The Permanent Secretary
on the phone this morning,

he's gone missing.

- Gone missing?

- Not a word to anyone, Jonathan.

The Foreign Office wants
the lid kept on this one.

(crowd applauding)
(crowd cheering)

(suspenseful music)

- Daniel!

[Miranda] Daniel!

For God's sake!

- [Anthony] Oh, really, Daniel, do get up!

If you don't reach the steps,
you can't win the race!

- Can't you see he's hurt?

Somebody get an ambulance.

(gentle music)
(people chattering)

(engine puttering)

(door whooshing)

(door thudding)

- I thought you were going
to stay with your mother?

- I changed my mind.

- Are you all right, Julia?

- Yeah.

(engine puttering)

- Let's cut the waffle, shall we,

and get straight to the point.

There's only one line of
investigation worth pursuing.

- [Tom] And what line is that, Mr. Talbot?

- Well, the village. Midsomer Parva.

- [Tom] What about it?

- Well, many years ago,
the St Malley's Day Race

was the occasion when scores were settled

between school and village.

Pitched battles were fought,

and I'm glad to say the school
usually came out on top.

However, nowadays we do
things rather differently,

we respect each other's
role in the community

and all that sort of nonsense.

However, there are still
some in the village

who resent the school.

- Are you suggesting
that the attack on Daniel

was part of some feud with the villagers?

- Well, what other
explanation could there be?

There were local youths on
the Village Green yesterday.

They verbally abused and threw missiles

at the boys taking part in the race.

- Verbal abuse is one thing,

assault with a deadly
weapon is quite another.

- Violence is never far away.

- Well, we'll certainly look

into that aspect of it, Mr. Talbot.

I know this could be difficult,

but do you mind if I ask you

a couple questions about Daniel?

- What sort of questions?

- Was he happy at Devington?

- Happy?

Well, he was captain of the school.

He'd won his colours for
cricket, rugger, fives.

Of course he was happy.

- Only yesterday, at
the start of the race,

I had the feeling was a
little reluctant to take part.

- You may have forgotten, Inspector,

that Daniel's grandfather died

in the early hours of yesterday morning.

The boy was tired and upset.

But I can assure you

that Daniel wanted
nothing more than to win

that race for his grandfather.

And for me.

- So you reckon Daniel didn't

want to take part in the race?

- Mrs. Talbot?

I know this is a bad time,

but could you spare me a moment, please?

(birds chirping)

- I shudder to think of my son lying here,

side by side with that old monster.

- What old monster would
that be, Mrs. Talbot?

- Sir Walter, my father-in-law.

- I hear you didn't get on.

- Walter didn't get on with anybody.

He commanded, people obeyed.

- How did that go down with Daniel?

- He did his best for my sake.

- [Tom] Just for your sake?

- Any shortcomings on Daniel's
part were blamed on me.

- Shortcomings?

I thought that Daniel was doing very well.

- Yes, but it was never good enough.

My husband and my father-in-law
are very competitive men.

Daniel wasn't like that.

- And that caused problems, did it,

between Daniel and his father?

- There were a couple
of rows recently, yes.

- What about, Mrs. Talbot?

- I believe it was about the
school and the Pudding Club.

- The what?

- Look, I'm sorry, but
that's all the talking

I can manage for the time being.

Go up to the school.

Talk to Eckersley-Hyde.

He'll be only too pleased to tell you

all about the damned place.

(bell ringing)
(people chattering)

- [Man] Aren't you supposed
to be a junior then.

- [Man] Always had to know for my kids.

- Good morning, gentlemen.

How may I help you?

- Oh, I'm Detective
Chief Inspector Barnaby,

that's Detective Sergeant Troy,

and we're here to see
the headmaster, please.

- Very good, sir.

Excuse me, sir.

One of our little rules, I'm afraid, sir.

Grass in Main Court,
it's out of bound, sir.

(bell ringing)

- Oh, sorry.

- You weren't to know, sir.

- Chief Inspector Barnaby

and you must be Sergeant Troy.

Marcus Heywood.

Don't worry, Ludlow, I'll
take them to the headmaster.

- Very good, Mr. Heywood.

- If you'll just follow me.

(cell phone ringing)

- Troy.

Okay.

Sir.

(people chattering)

They've found a knife in Friar's Copse.

- Well, you'd better get
yourself down there, hadn't you?

- [Man] 15!

- You knew Daniel well, didn't you?

- Yes, sir.

Dan was an absolutely excellent chap,

a great friend of mine.

The whole school's in shock.

- And you were right behind him

in Friar's Copse, weren't you?

- Yeah, yeah.

But when Daniel got into
the woods he was away,

because he's incredibly fit.

- So did you see, hear
anything, anyone suspicious?

- Uh, no.

Just me and Chas battling out
for second place, that's all?

- Chas. who's Chas?

- Charlie Meynell, sir.

Don't know if you've come across him.

(knuckles rapping)

- [Jonathan] Come!

- Thank you, Marcus.

We'll talk again.

- [Jonathan] Come!

(door thudding)

When did you last speak to Daniel?

- The last time I spoke to Daniel?

Well, it must have been 10 minutes or so

before the race began.

I went to his room and study
cloisters to wish him luck.

Then I looked in on Ludlow
at the Porter's Lodge

to make sure all was well.

Then I went out into Main Quad
to address the spectators.

- How did he seem to
you, Mr. Eckersley-Hyde?

- Upset about his grandfather, of course.

They were very close, you know?

- What was his relationship
with his father like?

- Excellent, I believe.

- Apparently, there was some arguments

recently about the school.

- What teenage boy doesn't
argue with his father?

- And the Pudding Club?

- They argued about the Pudding Club?

I doubt that very much.

- [Tom] What exactly is the Pudding Club.

- Well, back in the mists
of time, when food in school

was, well, less palatable than it is now,

some senior boys pooled their resources

and arranged to have meals
delivered from London.

The catering has improved,
but the club survives.

It's a tradition.

And we're rather keen on
tradition here at Devington.

- So its purpose is social.

- Exactly.

There's a Pudding Club
scholarship, but apart from that,

members dine once a week on suet pudding

and are allowed to walk
on the grass in Main Quad.

That's about the extent of it.

Oh apart from the cuff links.

The silver spoons, only
to be worn by members.

- Oh, so you were here yourself, then?

- Oh, yes.

I am an Old Devingtonian.

And apart from three
happy years at Oxford,

Devington School has been
my life since I was 12.

Not my career, Inspector, my life.

- Was Daniel a member of the Pudding Club?

- Oh, yes.

As were Anthony and Sir Walter.

Anthony was a contemporary of mine here.

We were great, great chums, and still are.

- Tell me about the scholarship.

- It's awarded to Pudding Club members

who show particular promise

and wish to join the diplomatic service.

The school has excellent contacts there.

- Was Daniel in the
running for a scholarship?

- I was very much in favour of Daniel.

But I don't quite see what this has to do

with catching Daniel's attacker.

- Oh, I'm just filling in

the background details Mr. Eckersley-Hyde.

I'd like to look at
Daniel's room now, if I may.

- I'll take you myself.

- [Tom] Thank you.

(suspenseful music)

- [Man] To see you gather
nets, out of bounds!

(key clicking)

(door creaking)

- Something of interest?

- Probably not.

But, these would normally be
by the basin, wouldn't they?

- Do you have a son, Inspector?

- No, I have a daughter.

- Then you have been spared.

Personal hygiene and the adolescent male

are rarely on speaking terms.

- I'd like to see Charlie
Meynell now, please, If I may.

And I'd like this room left

just as it is until
further notice, all right?

(bell ringing)

- Walk.

Walk!

A word about Charles Meynell.

There have been disciplinary problems.

I'm sure the boy will
come right in the end,

but he has a bit of a, what's the phrase,

a bit of an attitude problem.

I think you should bear that
in mind when talking to him.

- [Tom] Thank you, I will.

(fist thudding)
- Meynell!

A visitor.

- Yeah, some of the local riff-raff were

on the Village Green and
gave us a bit of lip.

But I didn't see any of
them in Friar's Copse.

- Tell me what happened in Friar's Copse.

- I was robbed, that's what happened.

- You were robbed?

- Of the race.

I caught Daniel, got the ball off him,

and then that creep Heywood
jumped me from behind.

- [Tom] Isn't that against the rules?

- [Marcus] Rules?

There aren't any rules.

First one back to the Porter's
Lodge with the ball wins.

It doesn't matter how you do it.

- So what did you do
after Heywood jumped you.

- I strolled back to the
school with some of the others.

- [Tom] You gave up on the race?

- What's the point

when you've got the whole
Pudding Club on your case?

- What's the Pudding
Club got to do with it?

- They fixed it so Daniel
would win, obviously.

Hey, don't get me wrong,
Daniel was a good bloke.

He was the only of those arrogant
bastards I actually liked.

- [Tom] I take it you are not
a member of the Pudding Club?

- Me? No way.

And Daniel was only a
member because of his dad.

Have you met his dad?

- [Tom] Yes, (laughs), yes, I have.

- He's a psycho, right?

Anyway, Daniel wanted out of the club.

He hated it as much as me.

There was a huge bust up

between him and his old man over it.

- What, about Daniel wanting
to leave the Pudding Club?

- Yeah, you can't leave the
Pudding Club once you're in.

It's not done, bad form.

I heard there was a bit of a ruck

in the Pudding Club room
the night before the race.

- What's sort of a ruck.

- Between Daniel and Marcus Heywood.

Heywood accused Daniel of fraternising

with the villagers or something.

You know, betraying club secret.

I mean, it's pathetic.

They're like kids in a gang.

(knuckles rapping)

Come.

What is it, Ludlow?

- Message for Inspector
Barnaby, Mr. Meynell.

Sergeant Troy is in the refectory

when you're ready, sir.

- Thank you.

- Weirdo, this whole place is
full of psychos and weirdos.

- [Jonathan] Don't run
in the corridor, boy!

- [Tom] Early lunch, Troy?

- Mm, fantastic sausages.

Mrs. Bosworth gets them
sent from Lincolnshire.

- Tell me about the knife they found.

- It's a steak knife, sir.

A serrated blade, distinctive bone handle.

It was found 30 or 40 yards

from the path the boys were running along.

Forensic are checking for
prints and blood type.

- Well done, Troy.

- That's not all.

A chap called Dennis Carter called.

He's a groundsman here at the school,

moonlights as the local taxi service.

Anyway, he was driving past
Friar's Copse yesterday

around about the time Daniel was attacked.

He said he saw something.

- What?

- He wouldn't say on the phone.

He sounded very nervous.

You know what they're
like in these villages.

- [Tom] Indeed I do.

- You enjoyed that, my lovely?

- [Gavin] Oh, delicious,
thank you, Mrs. Bosworth.

- Can I tempt you to a sausage, Inspector?

- No, thank you.

Lobsters.

School food's improved since my day.

- Oh, they're not for the boys, silly,

they're for the top table.

Now then, what about pudding?

How about a little
spotted dick and custard?

- Oh, that would be nice.

- I'm sorry, we've got no time.

- Oh shame.

Any time you fancy trying it, Sergeant,

you know where to come.

- Smashing lady.

- Come on, Troy, let's
talk to Dennis Carter.

(suspenseful music)

(knuckles rapping)

- I was on me way back
up to the school to mow

the first 11 cricket pitch.

So it must have been about half three.

I was coming through Friar's Copse,

this motorbike came around
the bend the other way,

going that fast.

Almost had me in the ditch.

- [Tom] Did you see who it was?

- I don't like this.

This is not easy, you know?

- Who was it Mr. Carter.

(door clicking)

- What's going on, Dad?

- [Dennis] It's the police from Causton.

This is me daughter, Julia.

- What's this about?

- [Tom] A boy from Devington
school was found murdered

in Friar's Copse yesterday.

- Yeah, I heard about it.

- We're asking people in the village

if they might have seen someone

or something out of the ordinary.

- Did you see anything, Dad?

- I saw Paul Starkey riding
a bloody motorbike away

from Friar's Copse, that's what I saw.

- Paul Starkey?

Paul Starkey wouldn't murder anyone.

- Who's Paul Starkey?

- Ray Starkey's son, landlord
of the Chalk and Gown.

Julia's right.

Paul's not a bad lad.

He's had his moments,
but murdering someone?

That just doesn't fit.

- You say Paul Starkey has his moments.

What do you mean exactly?

- He's a bit of a tearaway,
motorbikes and so on.

Then there was that
business up at the annex.

- What's the annex?

- Well, they're allowing
girls at the school now,

so they board in the village at the annex.

It caused nothing trouble.

- What kind of trouble?

- What kind do you think?

- Were you in the village yesterday?

- No, I was in Causton all day.

I was at Causton Bus Station.

- All day?

- I missed my bus.

Then I changed my mind
and I came back home.

(suspenseful music)

- Psst.

- Sir?

- Are you with the police?

- Yes, sir, how can we help?

- In here, quickly.

I want to talk to you.

It's about the murder of Daniel Talbot.

(dramatic music)

Anthony Talbot, cited driving to manor at,

what do you have?

2:55.

Let's allow for letting
you in, and say 2:53.

As policemen, you will
appreciate the importance

of accuracy in these matters.

- You wanted to talk to us
about Daniel Talbot, Mr., um?

- Carew, Dudley Carew.

You must understand

that I can only talk
in the broadest terms.

- [Tom] Why must I understand that?

- The eyes and ears of Devington School

are everywhere in this village.

- The royal family, are they
working for the Kremlin,

by Dudley Carew.

You wrote this, did you, sir?

- Yes, yes.

I contribute to all sorts of periodicals.

But my main area of
research is Devington School

and its malign influence
on 20th century history.

- Well, that is fascinating Mr. Carew,

but this is murder investigation--

- Now, you take the Vietnam War

or the invasion of
Afghanistan, in every case,

a trail of blood leads
back to Devington School.

I have documentary proof

that Lee Harvey Oswald was
here, in Midsomer Parva,

two weeks before he assassinated
President John F Kennedy.

Now, where's that paper?

Someone's been interfering
with my filing system.

You!

Did you touch anything on this desk?

Hmm, did you?

- I haven't been anywhere near your desk!

- You were a pupil at
Devington School yourself,

weren't you, Mr. Carew?

- How do you know that?

Who told you?

- Well, that's you in the
school photograph, here look.

You were sitting between Anthony Talbot

and Jonathan Eckersley-Hyde,
if I'm not mistaken.

- Yes, well, I was there briefly.

The standard of teaching
was abysmal, so I left.

Inquiring minds were not encouraged.

And it's much the same now,

as poor Daniel would have told you.

- What did you want to tell us

about Daniel Talbot, Mr. Carew?

- Daniel was a fine young
man, an honest young man.

And he paid the price for it.

- Are you saying you
know who killed Daniel?

- What?

No, not as yet.

The picture is incomplete.

All I say to you is, look at
the school, not the village.

That's where you'll find
the answer, the school.

(birds chirping)

(distant dog barking)

(people chattering)

- Oh, It's that lovely policeman again.

I think you've been
following me, Sergeant.

- Hello, Mrs. Bosworth.

- [Tom] Who's that with her?

- Martin Fulmer, in charge
of sport at the school.

- Oh, the one handing
out water in the lane.

- That's right.

Didn't budge until the end of the race.

Lots of witnesses.

- [Ray] Yes, gentlemen,
what can I get you?

- A small scotch for me,
please, and an orange juice.

- Righty-o.

(mysterious music)

- Sir?

- [Ray] There we are.

- [Tom] Thank you.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby,

this is Detective Sergeant Troy,

and we'd like to speak to
your son, Paul, please.

Is he here?

- Oh, no, he's gone out.

I don't know where he is, I'm afraid.

- I reckon Paul Starkey's bolted.

- Why would he do that?

- Well, it's not looking
good for him, is it?

Looks like the murder weapon
came from his dad's pub.

He was seen driving away from the scene

of the crime at high speed.

Plus, he's the local bad boy.

I reckon we should putout
an all-vehicle alert.

(engine revving)

(dramatic music)

- [Tom] Are you Paul Starkey?

- Yes.

- I'd like a word with you, please.

(leaves rustling)

(dog barking)

(sirens wailing faintly)

Okay, let's go through this again.

You left the pub at two
o'clock and went for the ride.

- That's right.

I just rode around.

(door clicking)

- And on the way back,

you drove so fast through Friar's Copse

you almost forced Dennis
Carter off the road.

- (scoffs) Fast?

Dennis Carter don't know
the meaning of the word.

- Paul, I'm going to
ask you just once more,

were you in Friar's Copse
yesterday afternoon?

- No, I wasn't.

I told you.

- Can I have a word, please, sir.

They've found fresh tyre tracks
in Friar's Copse, just here.

- There?

Are you sure?

- Yes, sir.

Definitely a motorbike.

And cigarette ends, Starkey's brand.

- Well, Starkey is lying.

I'm sure he was in Friar's
Copse yesterday afternoon.

- So let's arrest him, sir.

- I don't think he killed Daniel Talbot.

It doesn't add up, Troy.

It doesn't add up.

Look, look, look, the boys leave the lane

and run down the path
through the wood here.

Charlie Meynell catches Daniel about here,

gets the ball off him.

Then Charlie is tackled by Marcus Heywood.

Daniel gets the ball back
and goes on along the path

back towards the school.

So he must have been attacked

somewhere between here and here.

- Right.

So Paul Starkey parks his bike here,

makes his way through the wood,
hides in the bushes, waits.

Along comes Daniel, Starkey
jumps out, and does the deed.

- And then what?

Does he run straight back to his bike?

No, he does not.

For some reason he goes off
in quite another direction.

Up there.

Look, he chucked away his knife up there,

and then, and only then,
goes back to his bike.

- [Man] Sir?

- Hm?

Oh, oh, forensic on the knife.

Huh, no prints.

The blood matches Daniel Talbot.

Traces of ammonia, acetic
acid and other chemicals.

A common cleaning agent, apparently.

(dramatic music)

There's something in the back of my mind

about the end of that race yesterday.

(crowd applauding)
(crowd cheering)

(Dan screeching)

I can't think of what it is.

- Sir, if you don't formally
arrest Paul Starkey,

we'll have to let him go.

- All right, Troy.

Arrest him.

(door clicking)

- Can I go home now?

- 'Fraid not, Paul.

(sombre music)

(crow cawing)

(footsteps thudding)

(door clicking)

- What the hell do you want, Heywood?

- Get him!

(dramatic music)

- Evening, Mr. Meynell.

(door thudding)

- Gentlemen, if I may have your attention,

please, for one moment.

The police have arrested the
man who killed my son, Daniel.

He's a villager.

But that doesn't mean it's over.

Outsiders will see this as an
opportunity to snoop and pry

into the affairs of the school.

But you must remember

that your first loyalty is
to the Pudding Club, always.

Loyalty is our greatest strength.

Carry on, gentlemen.

(spoons banging)

- Good night, Mr. Talbot.

- Good night, Ludlow.

- Mr. Talbot!

About this villager that's been arrested.

It's not Paul Starkey is it?

- Yes, Heywood, it is.

Why?

- Well, there's something
you really ought to know

about Paul Starkey, sir.

It's about him and Daniel.

(gentle music)

- I'll ask the police to
interview Marcus Heywood

at the manor, away from prying eyes.

- Of course, Anthony.

Anthony, one tiny, tiny thing.

The Pudding Club meeting last night.

- What of it?

- Well, you might have mentioned it to me.

- The Pudding Club does not
need your permission to meet.

- Of course not, Anthony.

But there was a time when
you and I worked as a team

where the club was concerned,

in harness together,
shoulder-to-shoulder, and now--

- Look, if you've got
something to say, just say it.

- Well, you no longer take
me into your confidence.

Take poor Archie Bellingham.

Now, It says here he was
due back from Kuala Lumpur.

I thought he was posted to Paris with you.

- Has it not occurred
to you that information

like that may be confidential
for security reasons?

- Of course.

Forgive me.

- And while we're on the subject,

I was the one who spotted
Bellingham's potential.

And I was the one who proposed
him for the Pudding Club,

very much against your
best wishes, I recall.

I'll see you at the manor.

- We've got the results
back from the lab, Paul.

The tyre tracks match.

It was you at Friar's Copse, wasn't it?

- You were there at the same time

that Daniel Talbot was stabbed.

The attacker used a knife
from your father's pub.

Now, do you understand, Paul,

what kind of trouble you're in?

- I didn't kill him.

- I want to believe you, Paul.

But you must stop lying to me.

- My Dad'll go mad.

- About what?

- All right.

I was in Friar's Copse,

because I had a message to meet Dave.

- Who's Dave?

- Dave Winch.

He works up in the
kitchens up at the school.

Mrs. Bosworth and my dad,
they've got this little deal.

Any surplus left in the school kitchens,

my Dad helps her get rid of.

- Like leftover lobsters?

- How'd you know about the lobsters?

- My amazing powers of deduction, Paul.

- So you met Winch in Friar's Copse.

- No, he never showed up.

I hung around for a bit,
and, well, then I went home.

- You got a message from Dave Winch.

Who gave you the message?

- One of the barmaids in the
pub said that he'd phoned up.

I thought it was a bit weird,

'cause he usually comes in himself,

or Marcus Heywood brings a message.

- Why would Marcus Heywood
deliver messages for Dave Winch?

- Marcus is always in the Chalk and Gown.

- So Marcus goes to the
village pub, does he?

- Yeah, it's out of bounds for the school,

but there's a room
upstairs Dad lets them use.

- Who's them?

- Boys from the school.

Some of the girls too.

- How do they get from
the school to the pub?

- Dennis Carter takes
them in his old banger.

Don't tell Dad I told you.

He'll kill me.

- Winch works at school, doesn't he?

So we assume he knows all
about the St Malley's Day Race.

Why does he arrange to meet
Paul Starkey in Friar's Copse

on the one day he knows it'll
be crawling with people, huh?

- He never intended to turn up.

Winch set Paul Starkey up.

- Or he didn't send the
message in the first place.

(phone ringing)

- Causton CID.

Yep, he's here.

Anthony Talbot.

(engine puttering)

- [Marcus] My sister, Arabella,

is in the sixth form at Devington, sir.

And she and Daniel were,

well, an item.

- An item?

- Hm, they were seeing each other.

- Why didn't you mention
this before, Marcus?

- Well, it didn't seem
important until I heard

that you'd arrested Paul Starkey.

- What's Paul Starkey got to do with it?

- Well, he was always pestering Arabella.

Hanging around the annex, so on.

I think he was sort of stalking her.

- Marcus, do you know
someone called Dave Winch?

I believe he works in the school kitchens.

- No.

Sorry, why would I know somebody
who works in the kitchens?

- What are you're driving at, Barnaby?

- Do you ever go to the
Chalk and Gown, Marcus?

- The Chalk and Gown is
strictly out of bounds.

- Do you?

- Mr. Eckersley-Hyde
had just told you, sir,

the Chalk and Gown is out of bounds.

- All right, Marcus, thank you.

Thank you very much for your help.

- Come along, Heywood.

- Hm, the boy comes in here
to help, and what do you do?

Make a string of vile insinuations.

- I'm making inquiries,
Mr.Talbot, not insinuations.

- I hope you're not one of
those chip-on-the-shoulder types

who always takes the
criminal's side, Barnaby.

- No, I'm one of those
let's-do-the-job-properly types.

- It was just totally devastating.

I still can't believe it.

- You must have been very fond of Daniel.

- Yeah, I adored Dan.

He was a sweet boy.

- Tell me about Paul Starkey.

- Well, he just sort of
hung around, you know?

He was boring.

But he seemed to think I fancied him,

which is just ludicrous.

- He's quite a good-looking lad, isn't he?

- No way.

He's gross.

Anyway, he's from the village.

- So, you told him you
were going out with Daniel,

and what, was he upset?

- Yeah, he was really hacked off.

- What did he say?

- [Arabella] He didn't
actually say anything.

But he was really hacked
off, I could tell.

- Thank you, Arabella.

You'd better go along to your class now.

What have you got next?

- French.

I'm totally hopeless at French.

- Can I see?

Merci.

Oh, (laughs) well, it looks fine to me.

Mind you, I was never any
good at French either.

Where exactly did you and Daniel go

when you went out together?

- You know, just out.

- Did you ever go to the Chalk and Gown?

Look, this is not about
breaking school rules, Arabella.

I'm not interested in that.

- (sighs) I go sometimes with Marcus

and the Pudding Club lot.

- [Tom] And Daniel went as well?

- Sometimes, yeah.

There's nothing else to
do around here, is there?

(bell ringing)

God, I'm late.

I must go.

(phone beeping)

- Troy? Barnaby.

How are you getting on with Paul Starkey.

- Nothing new, sir.

We're not dealing with a
criminal mastermind here,

I'll tell you that.

- I'd like you to ask him
about Arabella Heywood,

Marcus Heywood's sister.

- Ask him what about her, sir.

- If he knows her and
how well he knows her.

Don't make a big thing of it.

- [Gavin] Okay, got ya.

- [Jonathan] Look out!

No running in the quad!

- [Tom] Mr. Meynell.

- Oh, it's you.

- [Tom] You're taking a
bit of a risk, aren't you?

Walking on the grass like that?

- Not really, no.

- Oh, congratulations.

You're a member of the
Pudding Club now, eh?

- I was invited to fill the
vacancy left by Daniel Talbot.

- I thought you hated the Pudding Club?

- God, no.

It's a hell of an honour, actually.

- You told me that Daniel wanted
to leave the Pudding Club.

- Did I?

I don't remember saying that.

How about the row between Daniel

and Marcus Heywood the
night before the race?

- What row?

- Charlie, you told me
yourself there was a fight

in the Pudding Club room

which Eckersley-Hyde had to break up.

- Well, I must have been mistaken.

I wasn't there, was I?

Look, I've got to go.

I'm supervising junior prep.

Excuse me.

(footsteps tapping)

- [Tom] Mr. Ludlow?

- Good morning, sir.

- Good morning to you.

I wonder, could you do me a favour?

How long have you worked here, Mr. Ludlow?

- About 35 years, sir.

I left the village school,
did a few years in the army,

and then came here.

- You must be very attached to Devington.

- Yes, sir, I am.

Particularly as my father
was porter here before me.

- Ah, so it runs in the family, does it?

Like the Talbots.

- Well, my father was porter

when Sir Walter Talbot was a pupil.

Sir Walter was a great man.

He did a lot for the school.

- And Anthony Talbot is
keeping up the tradition.

- Oh, yes, very much so, sir.

- [Tom] I suppose if anyone knows

what goes on in this school, it'd be you.

- I do my job, sir, and leave it at that.

- What about the Pudding Club?

- I have the honour of being steward

of the Pudding Club, sir.

- What does that involve?

- Not a lot.

I take the puddings up to the club room

and tidy up afterwards,
same as my father did.

- On the night before the race,

was there a fight in
the Pudding Club room.

- Oh, I don't think so, sir.

They make a fair bit of noise, all right.

But it's just high spirits.

- It's hard to get people to talk

about the Pudding Club, isn't it?

- There's not much to talk
about, if truth be told.

And you must remember, sir,

the whole school is in
mourning at the moment.

- Of course.

I wonder, would you mind seeing

if Marcus Heywood is in his
room, please, Mr. Ludlow?

- Yes, sir.

(door squeaking)

(footsteps tapping)

(knuckles rapping)

Mr. Heywood?

(knuckles rapping)

I'm sorry, sir, he's not there.

- Oh, well, it's not a problem.

I'll speak to him later.

(phone ringing)

Arabella Heywood certainly
did not write this card, Troy.

The wrong writing.

I don't think she ever went
out with Daniel at all.

- What was she trying to make out she was?

- I don't know.

Trying to incriminate Paul Starkey?

To cover for a brother?

Maybe Marcus Heywood
and Charlie Meynell were

in it together?

They both benefited from
Daniel's death, didn't they?

Marcus is captain of the school,

Charlie got into the whatsit club.

- But then we get back to the
problem of the knife, Troy.

Witnesses saw Meynell and
Heywood making their way back

toward the school.

Neither of them would have had the time

to double back and drop the
knife where we found it.

- So it can't have been anyone
taking part in the race.

- I don't see how it could be.

They're all accounted for.

Are you hungry?

- Well, now you mention it.

- Get yourself up to the school

and drop in on Mrs. Bosworth.

And talk to Dave Winch, would ya?

See if he really did leave a message

for Paul Starkey at the pub.

(birds chirping)

(mysterious music)

(Dennis sighs)

- Good afternoon, Dennis.

Could I have a word please?

- I'm due back at work.

- Oh, this won't take a moment.

Tell me about the pub run.

- The what?

- When you pick boys up from the school

and take them to the Chalk and Gown.

- I don't know anything about that.

- I've got better things
to do with my time, Dennis,

than make trouble for you.

But that's exactly what I will do

if you're not straight with me.

- All right, all right.

They phone me from the school.

- Who, who phones you?

- Well, nowadays it's
usually that Marcus Heywood.

I go up behind the school,

wait for them to climb over the wall,

and then I run 'em to the Chalk.

They go in through the back door.

- Did Daniel Talbot ever
go to the Chalk and Gown?

- No, I never took him there.

- Where did you take him?

- To Dudley Carew's.

- What was he doing at Carew's?

- How should I know?

I swore to Daniel I wouldn't tell a soul.

- Thank you, Dennis.

You were right tell me.

- He was the best of that
lot, was Daniel Talbot.

(ominous music)

(lighter clicking)

(people chattering)

(cigarette hissing)

(gentle music)

(knuckles rapping)

- I thought you'd come here.

I saw you talking to my dad.

- Where's Mr. Carew?

- In Causton.

There's a meeting of
the Flat Earth Society.

- May I come in?

You sent this to Daniel, didn't you?

I'm sorry.

- It's all right.

It's a relief to talk about it.

- Where did you meet Daniel?

- Here.

Everyone in the village
thinks that Dudley's a loony.

But he's a really good person to talk to.

I used to come here when my
mom and dad were splitting up.

And one evening, Daniel
came around to see Dudley.

That was the first time we met.

- What did Daniel want with Mr. Carew?

- To talk about school mostly.

How he hated it and wanted
to leave, stuff like that.

Anyway, I came around one
evening and Daniel was here.

Dudley was in a terrible state.

- How do you mean?

- It was something Daniel had told him.

- What?

- Neither of them would say.

That was when he started
talking about running away.

- [Tom] And you was going
to run away with him.

(engine puttering)

- I think that someone was watching him.

And that's why he decided to
run away on St Malley's Day.

Everyone would be up at the school.

And you were waiting for him
at Causton bus station, yeah?

(door thudding)

- I think you'd better go now, my dear.

Come and see me later.

- Will you be all right?

- Yes, I'll be fine.

You came alone?

- Yes, I came alone.

Mr. Carew,

why was Daniel Talbot
planning to run away?

- I told you before, the
picture is incomplete.

Look at the school.

Look at the Pudding Club room.

- Do you mean the
Pudding Club scholarship?

- Scholarship?

Conspiracy more like.

- Please, Mr. Carew, no
more conspiracy theories.

- I'm talking about money,
the acquisition of wealth.

That's the true purpose
of the Pudding Club.

- And how is this money acquired?

- Well, diplomats enjoy many privileges,

immunity, freedom of
movement, diplomatic bag.

Use your imagination!

- Never mind wild allegations.

Can you give me some details, some facts?

- Sir Walter's health
had been deteriorating,

and with it his influence over the school.

And a struggle for control

of the Pudding Club had been raging.

Archie Bellingham was a
victim of that struggle.

As was poor Daniel.

- Archie Bellingham is missing.

- Ah!

- But Daniel Talbot was murdered.

- Oh.

Yes, yes.

- I know that Daniel was frightened.

I saw him at the start of the race.

- The start of the race.

- Yes, yes, I was with friends.

- You were at the school

for the St Malley's Day Race with friends?

Well, in that case, how can I trust you?

How do I know you're not working for them.

- Oh, for God's sake.

- The Pudding Club has strong links

with the police force, believe me.

I've said all I'm gonna say.

So now, you must leave.

Go, go!

(birds chirping)
(dog barking)

(mysterious music)

(engine puttering)

- I don't know how you can eat.

- There's a lot to be done,

and one of us has got to
be in a fit state to do it.

- Miranda, Anthony, forgive
me for disturbing you.

I didn't realise you were
in the middle dinner.

- It's all right.

I've had just about all I can stomach.

- This won't take long.

- What's so important, Jonathan?

Leaky roof in the science block?

Graffiti in the junior common room?

- Um.

- What is it, Jonathan?

- The Pudding Club meeting last night.

- Oh, not that again.

- Charles Meynell tells
me he was elected to club

with you as his proposer.

- Yes, that's right.

- Are you thinking of putting Meynell up

for the scholarship?

- No, I'm awarding him the scholarship.

He's sound, and he's got potential.

The Heywood boy is nothing
but a feckless oik.

He isn't up to it.

- But you go ahead without
consulting me, Ants.

- How many more times
do I have to tell you?

Will you please stop calling me that.

And while we're at it,

will you stop wittering
on to all and sundry

about how we were best
friends at Devington.

My recollection is that we were
very far from best friends.

- I have always been your friend.

- (sighs) The school flourishes,

and you flourish with it because of me.

Frankly, Jonathan, without my support,

I think you'd be hard pushed

to find a job teaching dogs to bark.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Time reveals the truth.

(creaking door)
(ominous music)

(footsteps tapping)

(footsteps shuffling)
(papers rustling)

(dramatic music)

(blows thudding)

(body thudding)

(footsteps thudding)

- Morning, Mr. Fulmer.

What can I do for you?

- Move your heavy roller for a start.

You've left it slap bang in the middle

of the first 11 pitch.

- I never did.

- Go see for yourself.

- Damn hooligans.

(birds chirping)

(aeroplane droning)

(door thuds)

(sinister music)

Oh, my God!

When's he gonna be moved, Sergeant?

There's a first 11 match
against St Elphin's on Saturday.

- We've got more important
things than cricket

on our minds, Mr. Carter.

- That's all very well.

But if old Carew has left any dents,

I'll need time to flatten them out.

- Well, you're gonna have
to be patient, aren't you?

- He's lying exactly where
the spin bowlers pitch it too.

- Mr. Carter, please.

Please!

What happened, sir?

Smothered with a meat pudding,
flattened by the roller,

and bashed about the head.

But not necessarily in that order.

- You think it could be accidental, sir?

- It's no time for jokes, Troy.

- Sorry.

- When do we have let Paul Starkey go?

- Five o'clock this evening.

Why?

- Do you remember that cleaning
fluid on the steak knife?

- Mm-hmm.

- Apparently, it's used
in cleaning silverware.

So why use it on a stainless
steel steak knife, eh?

- So it could have come from the murderer.

- Exactly.

So if forensics can find a drop
of that same cleaning fluid

on the roller or on Carew's body,

we'll know it's not Paul Starkey.

- Poor old loony Carew.

I wonder how many will mourn him.

- Mourn him.

(sombre music)

The whole school's in mourning.

Troy, we are going to Friar's Copse.

(people chattering)

It was something that
Ludlow said to me yesterday,

the whole school's in the mourning.

Then I knew what was bothering me

about the St Malley's Day Race.

- What's that, sir?

- All the boys that took part

were wearing black armbands, weren't they?

In memory of Sir Walter Talbot.

- Okay.

They were all wearing
black armbands, but--

- At least they were when they set off.

(crowd cheering)
- Go!

- Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

- And then I remembered,

Daniel wasn't wearing his black armband

when got back to the school.

So what happened to it?

- It probably came off
in the struggle, sir.

- Exactly.

Which means it's probably
still somewhere in the wood.

Which means we have been
looking in the wrong place.

Now, this is where Charlie
Meynell caught Daniel.

(suspenseful music)
(Daniel groans)

And then Charlie Meynell
was tackled by Marcus.

(Charlie groaning)

Daniel gets the ball back.

And we've been assuming, haven't we,

that Daniel carried on
along this path here,

back to the school.

- Well, he did, didn't he?

- He was trying to get away, Troy,

not go back to the school.

What if?

What if he took a diversion?

(birds chirping)

By the time Daniel got to here,

he'd be out of sight of
the others, wouldn't he?

- There's a track through here, sir.

Footprints here, sir.

- Yes.

Hey, hey, hey!

Black armband.

We're getting somewhere at last, Troy.

- Sir!

Signs of a struggle here.

- [Tom] Yes.

This is where Daniel was attacked.

- [Gavin] What did he come here for?

- See?

I think he'd hidden his holdall
here and came back for it.

But someone was waiting for him.

- So what did they do with the holdall.

- Well, whoever stabbed him
took it back to his room

while everyone was in the main quad.

There was fresh mud and tree bark on it.

And they didn't have time
to unpack properly either,

because his toothpaste and
his razor were still in it.

It's ironic, isn't it.

Daniel gets wounded,

but he manages to escape
from his attacker.

But what can he do?

The only way he can get help
is to go back to the place

he was trying to escape from.

Where he's welcomed like a hero.

(knuckles rapping)

- [Jonathan] Come.

- Excuse me, Headmaster.

The police are about to remove Mr. Carew

from the cricket pitch.

- Thank you, Ludlow.

A troubled end to a troubled life.

- He was not the happiest of men, sir.

- Still. (speaking in foreign language)

Death resolves everything.

- [Tom] Marcus Heywood, Charlie Meynell,

they've been giving us the run-around

since the very beginning, haven't they?

- Sir.

- Oh, thank you.

Forensic report.
- Mm-hmm.

- Traces of cleaning fluid on the roller

and Carew's clothing.

- We can release Paul Starkey then.

- Yes, sir.

Oh, by the way, I know
where Charlie Meynell

and Marcus Heywood will be tonight.

(people chattering)

- Quite, please!

(hands clapping)

Quiet, please!

Quiet!

- [Boy] Sh!

- All right.

Well, we're here to
celebrate Charlie's admission

to the Pudding Club.

- [All] Hey!

- And there was a time I thought

that Charlie wouldn't come up to scratch.

(people laughing)

But I am please to say

that he seems to have
come good in the end.

- Try and sound as if
you mean it, Heywood.

- [All] To Charlie!

To Charlie!

Oh!

(people cheering)
(people clapping)

- Glad you've seen sense about
the young Paul, Inspector.

- Good evening, Mr. Ludlow.

- [Man] Hey!

♪ And was the holy Lamb of God ♪

♪ On England's pleasant pastures seen ♪

♪ And did the countenance divine ♪

- Private party.

- Locals?

- That's right, yeah.

Someone's birthday, I think.

♪ Shine forth upon our clouded hills ♪

♪ And was Jerusalem builded here ♪

- Why aren't you singing?

- Because I don't feel like it?

That's all.

- Come on, Marcus.

Don't be a bad loser.

- Sorry, what have I lost?

- You know.

- No, I'm afraid I don't.

- Now that Daniel's gone, I'm the one.

- Charlie, you're so totally the one.

- You thought you'd get the scholarship.

But I'm afraid it's gonna be me now.

Anthony Talbot's as good as told me.

- But you're wrong, Charlie.

And you're gonna take
your hands off my sister!

- Actually, I rather think
she has had her hands on me.

(furniture thudding)

- Sorry, folks.

I shall go and have a word.

- Don't worry, Mr. Starkey.

We will attend to it.

(blows thudding)
(people shouting)

- That's enough!

Mr. Starkey, will your ask Dennis Carter

to take these ladies and gentlemen back

to where they belong, please?

- Right away, yeah.

- All right, out!

- [Gavin] Quick as you can!

- Nope, not you two.

- [Gavin] Straight out!

Come on, you heard him!

- Right.

You two have got a choice,

either you start telling me the truth,

or I will throw the book at you.

- [Gavin] Keep it going, guys, out!

- But my parents will kill me.

- Mine too.

- Right.

I'll be up at the school
first thing tomorrow morning,

and I want your cooperation, please.

(dramatic music)

Or I'll charge you both.

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.

(bright music)

- Here we go, boys, come on.

Keep up now, keep up!

Keep up, that's it!

(boys shouting)
(water splashing)

Come on, boys, quickly now.

I want to see you swimming, not splashing.

(people chattering)

(quiet tense music)

(thunder rumbling)

Oh, my God.

(sombre music)

(knuckles rapping)

- Come.

(door clicking)

What news, Ludlow?

- The police have confirmed

that it's Mr. Bellingham's
body, Headmaster.

- And the boys?

- Somewhat shaken.

But Mrs. Bosworth is preparing
them a special breakfast.

Do you wish to inspect
Mr.Bellingham's body, sir?

- No, I do not, Ludlow.

I suppose I'd better phone
Anthony and break the news.

- Yes, sir.

Mr. Talbot will be most
upset about Mr. Bellingham.

- Indeed, he will, Ludlow.

- I'm afraid there's more
bad news, Headmaster.

Marcus Heywood has disappeared.

- Oh, no.

What are we to do, Ludlow?

- You'll get us through, Headmaster.

- Will I, Ludlow?

- Yes, sir.

I'm sure of it.

You're up to it, sir.

- [Tom] Look, Pudding Club cuff links.

- So that's the missing diplomat, is it?

- Yeah, must have been dead over a week.

Look, he's taken a
massive blow to the head.

Similar to Dudley Carew.

- [Gavin] Oh.

- You all right, Troy?

- Yeah.

I've just been talking to Charlie Meynell.

Apparently, Marcus Heywood's gone missing.

- I think I know where to
start looking for young Marcus.

(dramatic music)

Where's Marcus, Arabella?

- How should I know?

- That story you told me

about you and Daniel Talbot being an item.

That was a lie, wasn't it?

- Marcus made me say it.

- Why?

- Well, Marcus said that
Daniel was going out

with a girl in the village.

He said that if it came out

it would look really bad for Pudding Club.

So he told me to say that I
was going out with Daniel.

- And Paul Starkey wasn't
pestering you, was he?

You were pestering him.

- We all thought Paul
Starkey killed Daniel.

We were trying to help.

- Lying to the police during
a murder investigation,

that's serious, Arabella.

- Marcus said it might help
him get the scholarship.

- Where is he?

- In my room.

- [Marcus] The headmaster
told me he was gonna put me up

for the Pudding Club scholarship,

but that Daniel was up for one as well,

which I thought was really unfair.

- [Tom] Why?

- Well, because it's
Sir Walter who decides,

and he's Daniel's grandfather.

Obviously, I didn't stand a chance.

Anyway, Daniel started behaving weird.

He talked about leaving the Pudding Club,

about leaving the school.

So, oh, and there were these rumours

that he was seeing a village girl.

So I told the Headmaster.

- And what did he say?

- He said that I'd done the right thing.

He said that he would
speak to Daniel's father

and that they would sort
it out between themselves.

He said that I'd done
myself a lot of good.

- Tell me about the day of the race.

The headmaster told the Pudding Club

to make sure Daniel won the race.

But that idiot, Charlie
Meynell caught the ball.

(boys shouting)

I managed to get it off him.

So I lobbed the ball to Daniel,

but the sad bastard wouldn't run.

Run, Dan!

Then, thank God, he came to
his senses and he took off.

Now, I had to try and keep up with Daniel

and make sure nobody caught him.

But I was completely knackered

by the time he got Friar's Copse.

Charlie Meynell was ahead of me.

So I'd just about managed
to keep them both in sight,

then Charlie caught Daniel.

- [Dan] Stop it! (groans)

- So I gave Charlie a
slap or two and sat on him

until Daniel was out of sight.

- What did you do then?

- I left the path,

looking for a quiet place
to have a cigarette.

Then I heard someone
coming through the woods

in my direction.

There wasn't time to run, so I waited.

(dramatic music)

I couldn't believe my eyes.

(Ludlow sniffing)
(suspenseful music)

- Mr. Heywood, I'd appreciate it

if you didn't mention seeing me

in the Copse this afternoon to anyone.

And I'll say nothing about the cigarettes.

- All right, Ludlow.

It was bizarre.

He was wearing these white gloves

that he uses to polish
the Pudding Club spoons.

- Anything else?

- Oh, wait a minute, he was
carrying some sort of bag.

But what I couldn't work out was

how Ludlow got to
Friar's Copse so quickly.

Because he was in the porter's lodge

at the start of the race.

You know, it's a physical impossibility.

- Did you actually see him at the lodge.

- No, no but he must have been there,

'cause he starts the race.

He's the one that rings the bell.

You know, it's sort of his big moment.

- Why didn't you tell us this before?

(dramatic music)

- [Marcus] Ludlow came to
see me that night in my room.

(door clicking)

He told me that Paul
Starkey had killed Daniel,

and that I shouldn't try
to complicate matters.

- I just wanted to refresh
your memory, Mr. Heywood,

about the need for discretion.

- Well, there's nothing
wrong with my memory, Ludlow.

- I sincerely hope not, Mr. Heywood.

- He said that Anthony
Talbot will be very pleased.

So I thought, great, Pudding
Club scholarship in the bag.

And then Anthony Talbot
tells Charlie Meynell

he's getting it.

After all I've done.

It should have be me, shouldn't it?

I was so totally up for it.

(bell ringing)

It was perfect.

- Why did Daniel change his
mind and pick up the ball, sir?

- And what he really
wanted was to be last,

so that he could leave the
race without being noticed.

The Pudding Club ruined that.

- The only other option
was to be in the lead.

- Yeah, exactly.

Build up a big lead, make
sure he wasn't being watched,

get away from the path,
pick up the bag, change.

I think the idea was to cut
across country to the main road

and get the bus to Causton.

- But Ludlow was waiting for him.

But then old Eckersley,
whatsit, the Headmaster,

saw Ludlow in the porter's
lodge just before the race.

- He was lying.

Look at the school.

That's what Dudley Carew said.

Looks like the old fella was right.

(mysterious music)

Mr. Ludlow?

Hello?

- Sir, look at this.

Automatic timer.

It looks brand new.

- He could have linked
that to the electric bell.

- And the school clock.

Didn't you say Eckersley-Hyde
waited for it to strike three?

- Yes, and there's a
slight delay, wasn't there,

before the bell went off.

(bell rings)

- Ludlow, the bell!

The bell, Ludlow!

(bell ringing)

- I'm just remembering
something else Carew said to me.

- Look at the school.

Look at the Pudding Club room.

(door clicking)

(door creaking)

- There's no switch here.

- Sir.

(matches rattling)

(match hissing)

Stuff for polishing silver
and one of Ludlow's gloves.

(footsteps tapping)

Sir.

(mysterious music)

(Gavin grunting)

It's the other glove.

Under the panelling?

- So it must be here.

Listen.

(knuckles rapping hollowly)

(door clicking)

(door scraping)

(ominous music)

(chimes tinkling)

(dramatic music)

- I suppose there's no
point in me telling you

that the Pudding Club room is
out of bounds to nonmembers?

- None whatsoever.

- Ah, I'm afraid Ludlow has
been under pressure of late.

Mistakes are creeping in.

- Look at this lot.

- Yes, Sergeant, look at this lot, indeed.

Golds from South America,
bronzes from Africa,

ivories from Afghanistan.

- All stolen by Pudding Club members

in the diplomatic service, eh?

- Uh-huh.

I hear the paranoid tones of Dudley Carew.

- Yeah, but he was
right, though, wasn't he?

- He was wrong in one important respect.

This is not for our personal enrichment.

It is for the school and the Pudding Club.

- Oh, charitable works, eh?

= Sir Walter was a visionary.

Under his leadership,

the club became an elite within an elite.

The creme de la creme,
dedicated to furthering the aims

and ideals of Devington School.

- And what ideals are those?

- Honour, service, patriotism.

(dramatic music)

Old-fashioned values like that.

- It's still theft, Mr. Eckersley-Hyde,

whatever you do with it.

- [Tom] What about Anthony Talbot.

- Well, I'm afraid he didn't
share Sir Walter's high ideals.

He saw the Pudding Club as
nothing more than a means

of making money for himself.

- And Daniel was caught up

in the middle of all this, was he?

- Yes, Daniel was a sensitive
and intelligent boy.

But his father bullied him mercilessly.

As a result, Daniel
turned against the school

and everything it stood for.

I thought, perhaps, I might succeed

where his father had failed.

I decided to reveal to
Daniel the true heart

and soul of Devington School.

- I don't understand.

All this belongs to the Pudding Club?

- It belongs to the school.

It belongs to all of us.

See this?

It was once in a museum in Kabul.

The museum was ransacked
and burned to the ground.

Thanks to the Pudding Club,

this piece is safe here, with us.

- You mean it's stolen?

- Saved.

All of this saved.

- And then sold?

- To provide scholarships, and books,

and computers, and playing fields.

- My grandfather started this?

- You can continue the tradition, Daniel.

Trust me.

- No.

- For the sake of the school.

- I don't want anything to do with it.

(dramatic music)

- I failed.

Daniel confided in Dudley
Carew of all people.

In the end, sad to say,
Daniel just wasn't up to it.

- So he decided to run away.

- Yes.

The day before the race he packed a bag

and hid it in Friar's Copse.

Ludlow followed him and then
came and asked me what to do.

- What did you say, sir?

- I told him to do his duty as
steward of the Pudding Club.

- Which is?

- Tidying up.

- Archie Bellingham?

(bright music)

You see this?

Years of planning went
into acquiring this.

Then Anthony and Bellingham decided

that they should have it.

Bellingham was a petty
thief, a second-rater.

Typical of the sort Anthony
was bringing into the club.

Not up to it.

- Where is Mr. Ludlow now, sir?

- Doing his duty.

Tidying up.

(dramatic music)

(door bell ringing)

- I've come to see Mr. Talbot.

(door clicking)

- Ludlow, what on earth
are you doing here?

- Pudding Club business, Mr. Talbot.

- (sighs) Not now, Ludlow, I'm busy.

- Sir Walter's door was always
open for me, day and night.

- Well, mine isn't.

Please leave.

- I'm afraid this can't wait.

- My God.

- You've been very remiss, Mr. Talbot.

- It was you.

- Very remiss, indeed.

- I'm calling the police.

(spoon banging)

Ludlow, for God's sakes, man.

Try and get a grip of yourself.

(glass shattering)

Ludlow, man, for God's sakes,
what's the matter with you?

Well, look, Ludlow!

There must be some sort of arrangement

we can come to for goodness sakes, man.

(shattering glass)

Look, I'm sure we can come
to some sort of arrangement!

There really, there really is
no need to behave like this!

Ludlow!

I beg you, please, don't hurt me.

Miranda, Miranda, call the police!

(sirens sounding)

- As I thought, Mr. Talbot,
sir, just not up to it.

(blows thudding)
(Anthony groaning)

(Anthony gasping)
(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(gentle music)

- Don't go.

Your Daniel's friend, aren't you?

- [Julia] Yes.

- Well, I'm please to meet you at last.

What's your name?

- Julia.

I'd better go.

- You don't have to.

Stay for a bit.

- All right.

(people chattering)

- [Tom] Charlie Meynell was right.

- What about, sir?

- About the Pudding Club.

He said they were like kids in a gang.

In the end, it wasn't about money,

it was about who was in, who was out,

who was the leader, who was top dog.

- School, it's supposed
to be the happiest days

of your life, aren't they, sir.

- [Tom] That's what they say, Troy.

- I never did get that.

(upbeat music)

- [Tom] Don't run in the corridor, boy!

- [Gavin] Why aren't you in lessons, boy?

(mysterious music)