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Ladies and gentlemen, on
today's program at 3:15,

we'll have the Russell Cup,

followed by the
3:45 main event.

I knew Harry was rich, but
owning your own stables?

He doesn't own it.

His father does.

Still, though, it was
nice of him, wasn't it,

to take your mind off...
- Don't say it.

No, I know.

It's just Charlie has a memorial

planned for Marcello so...

Hi, Rachel.

It's lovely to meet you.

Lovely to meet you.

Ananke looks beautiful.

Yeah.

You excited?

God, yeah. Excited, terrified,

peeing every five minutes.

And I just want to do him

justice if it's his last race.
- Yeah, you will.

You're the youngest rider in
the field on the best horse

and with the best trainer
in Jackie Cummins.

You're the favorite, then?

Co-favorite, Brian
Boru is running.

Fergus's father told
us to bet on him.

Trust me, he's never won
anything at the bookies.

Right, well, I better get ready.

We'll see.

Go, good luck.

Thanks.

Excuse me for a moment.

Hmm, that doesn't look good.

Every time.

Who's that?

Oh, that?

That's my father.

Riders and horses
to the start gate.

Riders and horses...

Well, shall we go and watch?

You didn't say...

I won't allow it.

Ms. Jackie, that's not
how we do business.

And the horses are being
led to the starting gate.

Good conditions
today, ground is hard.

Exactly how did he
manage to wrangle

a ticket out of you?

I lost a bet.

What were you betting on?

Go on, tell him, Mr. B.

No, I don't think we really
need to go there, it's...

I'm amazed he even
tried, to be honest.

No one's ever been more
flexible than me when it

comes to that particular move.

Uh, race is about to start.

Should we go?

What was the bet?

What do you mean "flexible"?

Hmm.

Well, my pet has always told me

I'm the most acrobatic
lover she's ever had.

And she slept with that
bloody Bulgarian circus

gymnast and his twin
brother, the bastards.

Shall we go?

You know we will
find out eventually?

No, we very much won't.

Do you have something
in your pocket, Glenn?

No, Harry, just happy to see
you. [chuckles] But if I did,

it would be for my pet, Tracy.

She likes a proper tea service

and melting down
silver for cash.

Oh, can't take him anywhere.

Lining up, we have Robert...

I do this thing, see,
where I bet on every horse.

Edging, it's called.

That way, whoever wins, I win.

Jesus wept.

Come on, man.

There she is.

Come on, Ananke.

Good boy.

There you go.

Just feel a little.

Whoa, OK.

Whoa.

Ananke looks unsettled.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Sheesh!

Is she going to be OK?

Not good, Duncan.

Let's get him back
to the stables.

We can care for him.

That would be more cruel
than kind, Mr. Benedict.

I'll call for the tent.

Tent?

They have to put him down.

The tent will shield
him from the stands.

Harry, what's that?

What are you looking at?

That mark on his back?

Can I see under the saddle?

Somebody put this
into the saddle.

It's a bloody blade.

- What in God's name?
- Whoa, what happened?

This was digging into him
when Rachel started to ride.

This is a death sentence.
- How would that kill him?

No horse could take being
ridden in that much pain.

Horse's legs are
fragile and racehorses

don't survive being lamed.

Who'd do something like this?

You could take this
somewhere else.

Ananke's is my main
priority right now.

My apologies, Duncan Benedict.

I didn't get to
meet you earlier.

Harry Wild.

And this is my friend and
colleague, Fergus Reid.

And you are my son...

None of your business.

I'm sorry you had
to see that today.

It was a tragic business.

Indeed.

Why would somebody
want to sabotage

your horse, Mr. Benedict?

Ananke's a prized mount.

When I speak to the police,
I'll be telling them

to look at the Walsh Stables.

They own Brian Boru, our
biggest rival of the season.

Don't be so bloody stupid.

Walshes our horse people.

They'd never harm an animal.

You, on the other hand,
there's plenty of people

who want to harm you.

Excuse me.

Arsehole.

OK, thanks.

You'll keep me posted, yeah?

News?

Doctors are worried
about brain damage.

Christ.

And now the police are involved.

And whether the person who
tampered with the saddle

intended to or not,
Rachel could have died.

God knows if she's
going to survive.

You don't agree with your
father about the rival stables?

No.

No, I don't agree with him.

But I do think that
he's responsible.

You know that man, he
collects enemies like he

collects everything else.

And whoever did this,
they did it to get at him.

How much was Ananke worth
if this was the last race?

I don't know.

Ananke had won all season,
was going out on a high.

That's important because he
was being put out to stud.

I mean, he could earn up
to, I don't know, $30,000

per successful pairing.

Wow.

That's impressive.

Can I ask something of you?

I need to know who did this.

I'm pretty sure my
father's involved in this,

but he'd never admit that to me.

Would you consider...

Investigating?

Harry, I would have
to do it my way.

And you'd have to let me.

Absolutely.

Whatever it takes
to get to the truth.

Get stuck in there, son.

My doctor won't allow
me to eat sugar anymore,

so I like to live vicariously.

Nice one.

I'm glad you're here.

I'm guessing Harry has painted

a less than pretty
picture of me.

He's never quite forgiven
me for his mother.

And he's right.

I was a terrible husband.

Sadly, I took mid-life
crisis to new levels.

Well, that's very
honest of you to say so.

Hmm. So... you're private
investigators like him?

Nah, we're way better.

All right, then.

What did you want to ask me?

What you said yesterday
about rival stables...

Oh, heat of the moment.

Harry might be right.

Nobody who likes
animals would do this.

He seems to think that

an enemy of yours
is behind this.

Perhaps. And perhaps the
enemy is close to home.

Like who?

I've noticed some discrepancies

in the stable's accounts.

Who's in charge of the books?

The same person who fitted
Ananke saddle yesterday...

Jackie, my head trainer.

I'll go straight to
the horse's mouth.

You check what the others
have to say about it.

I see what you did there.

Clever, aren't I?

Lovely animal.

Must have been very
hard for you yesterday.

Did you ever get to
the bottom of what

happened to that saddle?

You've been in
talking to the boss?

Whatever he told you is a lie.

I trained that horse
since its first canter.

And I am here for the
animals, not the money...

unlike some.

Well, if you're referring
to Mr. Benedict,

I suppose all horse owners
need to make a profit.

How else could
they run a stable?

Who is that woman you
were talking to yesterday?

You appeared to have a
very heated discussion.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Need a hand?

I'm grand.

You sure?

Go on, then.

This way.

I've heard Mr. Benedict
is hard to get on with.

Ah, he's the boss.

He does what he has to.

But still, though. You
know, if he's not liked,

you can imagine someone
attacking his horse,

maybe even someone
from this stable.

You all had access to Ananke's
equipment, didn't you?

I'd never do
something like that.

And I like Mr. Benedict.

He's been very good to me.

Good how?

He's helped out
my family and all.

Didn't have to, but when he...

he knew we were struggling
when Mom lost her job.

He's a decent guy.

And what about Jackie?

Does she get on
with Mr. Benedict?

Is she decent?

She's... she's a
good horse person,

not so much a people's person.

Ah, two legs bad,
four legs good.

What?

"Animal Farm."

Right.

Still, she gave
Rachel her chance.

Her chance?

It was supposed to
be Tim, wasn't it?

I'm not following.

Tim Crilly was meant
to ride Ananke.

But he's injured.

Bet he's glad now.

Oh, I bet he is.

All I'm saying is what
if Duncan and the horse

weren't the targets?

What if it was the rider?

Interesting theory, but whoever

tampered with the
saddle would have

no way of knowing the rider
was going to be so badly hurt.

No, but there was a
strong probability, right?

If there's one
thing I've learned

from Malky's gambling
habits, it's a lucky rider

that walks away from
a fall unscathed.

Rachel is the up-and-coming
jockey for this stable,

isn't she? This Tim
fella's nearly 40.

Practically ancient.

What if he saw a chance
to unseat the rider

who was going to replace him?

Nurse!

Nurse!

I have nothing more
to say on the matter.

We need to talk about it. Do
you want to say a few words?

But I've already said a
few words, and none of them

bear repeating.

Ma.

He is your father.

And I'm sorry about that.
I'll be there for you.

But I will not pretend that
we're remembering a saint.

Goodbye.

I thought she was gone, Harry.

She hasn't.

There's still hope.

I think you'll regret it.

What?

Not speaking at
Marcello's memorial.

God.

Would you speak at
Duncan's memorial?

Speaking of.

He was helpful.

He wasn't all that bad.

Stalin was a pussycat.

He thinks that
Jackie's behind this.

That's insane.

Jackie lives and
breathes horses.

Well, so does everyone
in your industry.

What about that
jockey, the one that

was supposed to be on Ananke?

Tim.

Yeah, he brought a lot of
success to the stables.

He's a nice guy, a good family.

But Harry, it's my father that
you need to concentrate on.

You need to let
me do this my way.

We agreed, remember?

Hey, I think I'll take a shower.

I think I'm still in
shock after Rachel.

Hello.

Her third hand has
always been useful.

It was ambidextrous.

And she could hold
her gun in it.

And then the police
didn't know if her victim

had been shot by a right-handed
or a left-handed killer.

But this detective, Winifred...

What?

She's on...

Weird.

I wish you would
just listen to me.

I am listening to you.

No, you're not listening to me.

Mom, this is my life.

Love, this is such
a huge opportunity.

All your hard work...

It's all your hard work.

I know it's scary
moving so far away.

But it's only a few years.

And there'll be holidays.
And we can come over.

I didn't even want to
apply to Georgetown.

It was your idea.

It's Fergus, isn't it?

Lola knows it's not Fergus.

It's just a teenage thing.

So I'm mature enough
to go to college

on a different continent,

but not be in a
serious relationship?

These things don't last!

Not if one of us is in
a different country!

Really?

You're the one who
said she always has

to put her education first.

Telling her she's a silly
teenager for wanting to stay

with the love of her life...

bloody hell, Charlie!

So it's your back
that's injured?

Yeah.

How did you do it?

Oh, something just slipped out.

And that's why Rachel
ended up on a horse that

was deliberately sabotaged?

Devastating.

Is it?

Of course.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I mean, we heard
she's the next best

thing in the jockey world.

Can't be easy having
someone like that

snapping at your heels.

Rachel is a terrific jockey,
but I'm at the top of my game.

Here you go, love.

I'm not jealous of Rachel, if
that's what you're suggesting.

Top of your game?

You didn't even place
in your last four races.

You some sort of racing guru?

His father is... or
he wishes he was.

Well, if he knows
anything about racing,

he'll know those horses
were being schooled.

You have to get them
used to competing.

It's never about winning.

Look, I'm sorry what
happened to Rachel.

I am.

And I know everyone's
in bits about Ananke.

But this has nothing
to do with me.

I really have no
idea why you're here.

Well, either his wife
has extremely large feet

or he's been gardening
with a bad back.

Why fake a back injury?

Let's prove he's
faking it first.

Come on, you're riding him.

Matt, come on, get up.

What's the matter, Matt?

Are you riding him?

Are you OK?

Oh, my!

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm...

I'm grand.

It's OK, you know, to be scared.

I can't be scared.

I can't be a stable hand
who can't get on a horse.

They say it's rare,
you know, for accidents

like this to happen.

But what happened to Rachel...

Was rare, and you
will get past it.

Are you looking for anyone?

Mr. Benedict.

He's at home, as far as I know.

I'll find him.

I hope you're OK.

Go easy, Max.

Thank you very much.

No bother.

No, thanks. I'm driving.

Pity.

It's a rare Macallan.

My loss.

Who are your visitors?

Larry and Sara Walsh, come
to pay their sympathies...

allegedly.

Oh, so you don't believe them?

Brian Boru is going to
win every race this season

and go into stud as the most
expensive horse in Ireland.

They just won the lotto.

Mm.

What did you want to ask me?

Tim Crilly.

Do you think he's capable
of harming a rival?

Honestly?

I don't know.

He's not been performing well.

Well, he said his last few races

were just to school the horses.

Yes, school them and
place in the race...

and now this injury.

Do you think he faked
the injury so Rachel

would be on the horse?

Well, that would be
extremely devious.

Huh.

So you think Rachel was
a target, not Ananke?

Well, it's a possibility.

Mm-hmm.

That is very loaded "mm."

I insure all my
jockeys for injury

and, yes, for loss of life.

A lot of our riders come from
working class backgrounds,

and they're completely dependent

on their health to earn.

The job is mainly safe.

But there's still a danger.

So Rachel had accident
and life insurance.

- Mm-hmm.
- How much?

Not a huge amount, but enough
to make it worth somebody's

while if they were
desperate for money.

Well, that person would
have to be a beneficiary

of the insurance.

Rachel hardly sabotaged herself.

No.

But her father is a
nasty piece of work.

And he has very large gambling
debts, from what I'm told.

Interesting.

Push me, Daddy.

Can't, Max, my back.

Ah, bugger this.

Dad, push us!

I can't, Max.

Come on, it's going so fast!

Oh.

Jeez.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

What?

Oy!

I know. You all right?

I am. It's all right.

Don't worry about that.

So you are all right?

Come on! That's it.

Go, go.

Yes!

Horse is there, mate.

Unlucky Polly.

Maggie.

Drink?

Actually, I'm fine.

You're Rachel Horan's
father, aren't you?

If you're a journo, you
should know "The Daily"

and "The World"
have already offered

for my story so you'll
need to better them, yeah?

And what story is that?

From the father of the
rising star jockey tragically

injured in the derby race...

people want to hear about her.

Well, aren't you happy
to sell her story?

I'm a single father
who put everything

into her career before
it was cut short.

Ha, it's good to know that you
have faith in her recovery.

Are you going to make
an offer or what?

Or what.

What?

I'm not a journalist.

I'm a private investigator.

And I've been hired to
find out who attacked

Rachel's horse and Rachel.

And what's that
got to do with me?

Well, Rachel was insured.

And clearly, you're happy
to make money off of her.

Why wouldn't I be?

She's only into horses
because I had her down

the betting shop every day.

Greedy bitch wouldn't even give
me the odd tip to say thanks.

Wouldn't that be
like insider trading?

I've nothing to say to you.

My relationship with my
daughter is between me and her.

And the papers.

You can piss off now, yeah?

Uh, yeah, I will.

I just have one thing
to leave you with.

It's a lot easier to
sue for libel these days

than it used to be.

And Rachel could
wake up any day now.

Fergus?

I've just met the
father of the year.

OK, good for you.
I'm just calling

to let you know there's
nothing wrong with Tim's back.

As we suspected.

Leave that for now.

Let's meet at the stables.

I need to talk to Jackie again.

She lied to us.

All right, see you there.

Oh.

Harry, I'm working.
- I know.

I assume you found a
connection to Duncan by now.

Oh, it seems there
are quite a few people

who had it in for Rachel.

You're not still
buying that horseshit

my father's shoveling, are you?

Well, if we are speaking
in horse analogies,

is it possible that
you're a bit blinkered?

Well, don't you know
me well enough to know

when I'm telling the truth?

Well, don't you know
me well enough to know

that I know how to do my job?

Fine.

OK, fine.

Yeah, talk later.

Oof.

Infuriating man.

That day at the stables, you
were talking to Sara Walsh.

Didn't look like a
small talk conversation.

What's it got to do with you?

You're working for
a rival stable.

You're a fifth columnist.

A what?

A spy?

We could go straight
to her and ask.

She's on our list.

I'm not working for the Walshes.

But I wish I was.

Wish, as in you'd do anything
to get a job with them?

Maybe even kill a horse?

Are you insane?

I want to work for them because
they love their animals.

Duncan loves money,
and that's about it.

Where's Petra, by the way?

That's her texting me now.

She's off minding
her sick uncle.

He's rich as a fool
and on his way out.

She won't let him out
of her sight in case

someone else gets into
his will, you know?

How Florence Nightingale of her.

She just told me there that
she's sending her sister over

to keep an eye on me
in case I'm lured off

by some other woman. As if!

Who goes out for burgers
when you got bloody breast

of chicken in the fridge, eh?

Have you met the sister?

No.

Petra wouldn't have
her at the wedding,

didn't want to be outshone.

Apparently, Concept
is even more beautiful

than my goddess of a wife,
if you can believe that.

Hmm.

How's that young
jockey doing, then?

Oh, she's still in
a coma, poor girl.

God rest her.

No, she's not actually...

and all who sail in her.

Drinks coming up.

You look like you've
been through the wars.

It's your mother.

Yeah?

Of course, it is.

I just assumed that she'd
see through my father,

as if like, I don't
know my own father

and don't know what a complete
and utter asshole the man...

sorry, I apologize.

You just lost Marcello and
here's me ranting about my dad.

No apology needed.

When my mother told
Marcello she was pregnant,

he went to get a
bottle of champagne.

And I didn't meet
him until I was six.

Still, though, it's weird
now that he's gone, gone.

I'll tell you, though.

If my father taught
me one thing,

it was how to be a father.

I'd do anything for
my daughter, you know?

Yeah, me too.

Oh, shit.

Oh.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Oy!

Sorry.

I know, you all right?

- Hold on.
- Let's have a look.

No, it's fine...

Is that legal, following someone

and filming them
without their consent?

Yeah, insurance companies
do it all the time.

I reacted to almost
being scalded.

Doesn't mean my
back's not injured.

No one's going to believe that.

And how are you going to
explain faking an injury

and then the...
the rider that took

your place being in a coma?

I didn't do it!

Hurt Rachel, I mean.

My family mean everything to me.

You don't understand.

Then make us.

Hmm.

I'm not on top form.

Things aren't
getting any better.

But I still need to earn.

Most stables,
they'd let you move

into training or something.

But Duncan's always been clear,
win or you're off the card.

But you're insured for injury?

Yes, but not for a
lot, enough to help

me retrain or get a
job somewhere else.

I feel so guilty that
Rachel was on Ananke.

Is Tim telling the truth?

I don't know, but he's
a very desperate man.

Yeah, it makes you think Duncan

ain't that great to work for.

You just missed Harry.

He's a decent skin, you know,
not many of them around.

I thought my love life
gave you the, uh... what do

you call it, Fergus, the ick.

I want you to stay out
of my investigations.

Might be better if you
were off with some fella.

Aren't you funny?

So does that mean you're
on our current case,

the horse one?

Vicky and Jordan
are looking into it.

Well, you show us yours.
We'll show you ours.

You know that she has
life and injury insurance.

The father, a nasty
piece of work, has debts.

He's also categorically
not benefiting

from any insurance
policy on her.

She made sure she had a
clause included to stop

him being her next of kin.

Vicky spoke to the
insurance company today.

Mm.

Right, I'm off.

Oh, can I catch a lift?

I want to see Lola.

Come on.

Yes!

Why did Duncan not know that?

Hang on a minute.

There's something I need
to talk to you about.

Ooh, sounds serious.

It is.

Look, I'll cut to it.

Lola's been offered
a college place.

Oh, that's brilliant.

She never said.

Isn't it a bit early for offers?

It's a place at Georgetown.

They offer different colleges.

She wasn't just
offered a course.

There's a scholarship.

Georgetown as in USA Georgetown?

There's more.

She says she's not taking it.

Why?

Because of you.

Well, I didn't even
know she got a place.

I...
- I know that.

I'm not saying you
did or said anything.

She just doesn't
want to leave you.

I would never ask
you to do anything.

But I would ask you to
think what's best for Lola

if you love her as much as
she obviously loves you.

Come on, let's go in.

Uh, actually, I think
I might head off.

It's gotten a bit late.

Will you tell her
I had to get home?

Sure.

I mean, he's been taking
me down different routes...

rival stables, Jackie,
Rachel's father.

I feel like I'm being played.

No I told you so?

Listen, I have been
watching that man con people

since the day I was born,
my mother being the first.

Oh, he did mention that
he was not a good husband.

That's an understatement.

Look, my mother was wealthy, OK?

My father charmed
his way in and then

treated her like a drudge.

He chased every skirt he met.

And when my mother finally
had the courage to leave him,

he'd win her around.

The only thing that man
is interested in is money.

On that, he did say that
there was some money missing

from the stable accounts.

I'd really like to get
access to those accounts,

see if he's telling the truth.

OK, well, I can you
access to the stables.

But I don't know what
code he uses for the safe.

Oh, no, that's OK.

I have a man.

I shouldn't need to be
seeing this for myself.

Your word matters.

Yeah, it's fine.

No, no, it's not fine.

The truth is, I've just...

I've just been a
little distracted.

Marcello,

whatever I say, that man has
always been my Achilles' heel.

I feel almost relieved
now that he's gone

and guilty for feeling that way.

So take that as you will.

I make of it that you're
just like the rest of us.

Mm, I wouldn't go that far.

I always thought she
was a clever girl,

like your mom and my mom...

actually, like most
of the women we know.

We're lucky to have them.

Yeah, don't I know it?

What am I supposed to do, Da?

I know I can't just let
her pass up the chance.

But I don't want to lose her.

This is like that time with
Liberty all over again.

America is so far away.

It's not like Liberty again.

You and Lola are
your own people.

College is a few years.

It's not forever.

You're earning.

You can get flights.

She won't want that.

You'll figure it out.

You're a good man, Fergus, more
than I could ever hope to be.

Thanks, Dad.

I need to nip out.

Huh?

Where the hell is she?

- Harry!
- Oh, Christ!

What the hell?

Why are you two
dressed like that?

Aren't you afraid the cameras
will pick us up breaking in?

- No, we're not breaking in.
- Oh.

But I admire your willingness
to go headlong into crime.

Aren't you married to
a guard or something?

You've rubbed off on me.

Oh, there's key, sheesh.

You should have said
you had the key.

Come on.

Let's open it.

Don't even think about
stealing anything.

As if I would...

not that there's
anything to take.

I had a look around
before you came in.

Mm-hmm, there's definitely
some money going missing...

extra payments on
horse feed without it

being lodged as received, but
it's not much, a few hundred.

Hundreds?

Why would Jackie steal
such small amounts?

You'd have to be
forensic to even notice.

What's this?

The insurance contract.

Some money in horses, huh?

Sorry I wasted your time, Orla.

Ah, I don't know what
to do with my evenings

now that I'm not in the PTA.

It was either this
or rewatch "Downton."

God, I love a "Downton" binge.

Whoa!

I've solved your case.

Have you any idea how much
this horse was insured for?

$200,000.

They make that in studding here.

Seriously?

Randy, huh?

In stud?

I've got an idea.
- Whoa!

Oh!

Shh!

There's something else in here.

What?

Oh, this is big.

This is big and juicy.

Yes, I did notice money
was going missing.

You do know that Duncan
believes you're responsible.

Some of these kids, they
haven't had it easy.

And I know who was
taking the money,

but I was hoping to have it
sorted before Duncan noticed.

And you're protecting him?

I won't be staying here
much longer anyway.

I'm not going to tell
you who was stealing.

It's not relevant to
what happened to Ananke.

Well, you don't have to tell me.

But it is very relevant.

Well, come on, Lucy.

You remember Aidan, the
vet who put Ananke down?

I do.

Look, it's not like we have
a doctor's code or anything,

but I really shouldn't
be talking to you.

These stable owners take
their business very seriously.

And Mr. Benedict is
particularly sensitive.

We won't tell anybody.

Ah, what's this bottle of drugs

on Ananke's treatment shelf?

Pro viridia?

Pro virility, perhaps?

It got me thinking.

Exactly what kind of
supplement is this?

You were never going
to make any money off

of Ananke in stud.

Because Ananke is infertile.

And despite your
best efforts and

all the drugs you had pumped
into him, nothing was working.

And where did you
get that information?

It's irrelevant.

Now, the point is it
was always about money.

Ananke was sabotaged
for the insurance.

He was worth more dead
once his race days ended.

I hope you're not
accusing me of killing

my own horse because I was
as near to him that day

as any of you.

I think I know how he did it.

Yeah, well, you might know,

but you're never
going to prove it.

Won't I?

You told my colleague
that Duncan was helping

with your family bills.

How did you manage before that?

We got by.

It was you, wasn't it?

You were stealing
from the stables.

You got found out.

What happened, Matt?

What did Duncan ask you to do?

I got nothing to say to you.

I'm afraid we're going to
have to ask you to leave.

This is my house, after all.

You know...

He's not worth it.

No, he's not.

I don't know how
you can be so calm.

I'm not.

I'm planning a new strategy.

Now, preparation is key.

If you don't start planning
for your table settings now,

then God knows what you're
going to end up with.

I will be happy with whatever
the table settings are.

Vicky, I don't
think you're taking

this very seriously at all.

Just a minute.

Corner District, how can I help?

I see.

That was Benedict
Stable's solicitor.

Mm-hmm. What?

We're about to have a visitor.

Get him in another... hold on.

The jockey case, I've
got a guy in our session,

says he's the one who
sabotaged the horse.

Does he know Rachel's OK?

Yeah, good timing, huh?

You both look like
you're going to tell me

that somebody's dead.

It's not Rachel.

No, no, it's good news on that.

Doctors are bringing
her around from coma,

no sign of permanent
brain or physical damage.

Oh, thank God for that.

And why are you both
looking so glum?

Matt Gaffney handed himself in.

He made a confession
saying he's been stealing

from the stable.

Duncan Benedict found out,
threatened to fire him,

so Matt sabotaged Ananke.

That is not what happened.

He knows.

Duncan's promised to
buy him off, hasn't he?

I suspect so.

And now with Rachel OK,
we're only really talking

about an attack on an animal.

It would be up to the stable
to make a bigger deal of it

because Ananke was a
valuable racehorse.

If they show leniency,
it's all on the judge.

Matt will have a good barrister,

which means Duncan will get
off, which he always does.

Actually, he won't.

Al Capone.

What?

Is it too late to visit Duncan?

Why don't you tell me what
you know and how you know it?

I would, but I think
it'd be better if you

heard it from your wife.

It's late.

Can this really not wait?

Well, let's just
say we're concerned

if we give you even one day,
you might hide the evidence.

Evidence of what?

You know, they could never get

Al Capone on any of his
violent underworld dealings.

But you do know what they
got him on in the end?

That would be tax
evasion, Harry.

Indeed.

This is a fascinating story.

But I think you'll find
I'm entirely tax compliant.

You are?

- He is?
- He is.

One thing he's not, however,
is insurance compliant.

This is nonsense.

My daughter-in-law is many
things, annoying mostly.

But she also has a
fantastic head for numbers.

Absolutely.

And you, my dear man,
are insuring more horses

than you have in your stables.

You have been making
false insurance

claims on injured and dead
animals that never existed.

And falsifying records
because your vet has not been

signing those forms for you.

I have no idea what
you're talking about,

and I'd like you to leave.

Oh, they're leaving.

And you're coming with us.

I had a warrant issued earlier.

And your son here
was good enough

to give us access to your
office and the stable accounts.

We'd like to ask you a few
questions down at the station.

It's up to 10 years for
insurance fraud, I'm afraid.

I'm going nowhere
without my solicitor.

Wise man.

Yeah, he'll weasel out of it.

I imagine he will.

He's made an enemy
out of me now.

And I'll never
stop watching him.

It's weird I find
that really sexy.

Oh, please.

What?

Sexy.

I remember this one time
Marcello got it into his head

that he had to be the one
to teach me how to swim.

So we're down at the local pool,

I'm standing at the
deep end, knees shaking,

thinking we're going
to get in together.

And he's going to
guide me through it.

And next thing,
I'm up in the air,

heading straight for the water.

I think I'm going to drown.

And I'm kicking with everything.

And I look for Marcello.

And there he is at
the side of the pool,

chatting up a
lifeguard half his age.

The thing is, I
did learn to swim.

He was a flawed man.

But he was my dad.

The only one I had.

Am I interrupting something?

It's a memorial.

It's just finished.

Oh.

Please stand.

Now, we'll say
thanks to the Lord.

Mamma Mia.

That is a beautiful woman.

She's a woman I'm very
much in love with.

Are you sure you don't
want to say a few words?

How could I follow that?

Thy will be done in Earth...

He loved you, and
me, in his own way.

Yes I did.

What?

- Dad?
- Granddad!

What's going on?

You're dead.

But except that very much alive.

Oh.

Oh, I am going to kill you!

Oh, whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!