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Geoffrey.

Died around midnight.

Cause of death.

Long fall,
landing on head.

How very scientific.

It's self-evident.

If it's all right with you,

I'll do a full
before finalizing.

So, what happened?

Man fell from the
roof of Quitewell Hall.

What was he doing on the roof

in the middle of the night?

The only witness,
Toby DeQuetteville,

said he saw a gray
horse riding away

just after the old man fell.

And who was out riding
in the middle of the night

in a very aggressive
electrical storm?

Don't know, sir.

But apparently, he had no head.

I beg your pardon?

Witness said the
horse rider had no head.

Drunk or stoned?

I was on duty, sir.

And he saw a headless rider.

Well, that's not remotely
suspicious, is it?

No, sir.

We'd better get up there.

Who is he?

Bentham DeQuetteville,

brother of Sir Ludovic
DeQuetteville of Quitewell Hall.

Toby!

Toby, the sign's twisted.

Sorry, darling?

The sign is twisted.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry.

I just er.

Bit upset is all.

Of course.

We all are.

Have to keep going
though, don't we?

Simon.

Simon.

You are holding the
ladder, aren't you?

Listen, you're absolutely
right about what you said.

Atta boy.

I didn't mean to.

The police will be here soon.

Can we put these up?

Whoa!

Julian, for God's sake!

Have a wonderful day, won't
you, ladies and gentlemen.

Remember the coach
leaves at four sharpish.

You'll find the
facilities inside.

Julian, just remember
they pay the bills.

Yeah, yeah.

And you've damaged
the wheel again.

Just having a laugh
for God's sake women.

Today of all days.

Betty, Bentham was my uncle.

Not yours.

Mine.

And he was a proper
DeQuetteville.

Not some jumped-up
colonial blow-in.

So, why don't you keep
your sanctimonious

little opinions to
yourself all right?

I do apologize for my husband.

It's your problem, Diana.

I married the nice one.

Morning, Ludo, Isabel.

Oh, God, it's ugly Betty.

Izzy!

Take no notice.

I don't.

Got a big crowd coming
this week for the battle.

Oh!

Go the Cavaliers!

Death to the Roundheads!

Health and Safety have
said that if it descends

to its usual drunken brawl
they're gonna ban it next year.

Nonsense.

They wouldn't dare.

Local tradition!

Come on,
we've got massive debts.

We've got to encourage every
penny in through the gates.

You're such a boring nag.

The police will be here soon.

Why?

To investigate Bentham's
death, I imagine.

Probably think you
gave him a shove.

He fell.

Probably had a few.

You like horses, sir?

No.

Nasty brutish creatures.

They always tread on me.

Modest little place.

An Englishman's
castle is his home.

Been saving
that one, have you?

For years, sir.

I wish you'd
saved it a bit longer.

Hello.

Diana DeQuetteville.

How do you do?

Simon,
is that straight?

Check it's aligned.

Ow.

All right, baby brother?

Cops want to talk to us.

Why?

I don't know.

Maybe it's their job.

Listen, keep your
trap shut about

the family business, all right?

What family business?

Exactly.

And leave the idiot here.

Don't call him that.

What else should I call him?

We're in the library.

Well, I'm sorry
if we sound callous,

but I'm afraid we
didn't like Bentham.

Total misery.

Spat at the visitors.

Smelled of boiled cabbage.

And his death hasn't really
increased his charm at all.

Jones.

Right.

Mr. Toby.

Mr. Toby.

Last night, you
told me you were.

I was taking the
dog out for a walk.

Slash.

And I heard these cries.

I came running round the corner.

And there was poor Uncle Ben.

You know, awful.

You saw a gray
horse riding away.

I did, yeah.

And you say the
rider had no head.

God.

Well, yeah.

He was a bit headless.

And as your uncle
died, he said the name Geoffrey.

Toby?

I might have misheard that.

He was on the ground.

You know.

I don't know really.

And Geoffrey.

Is there a Geoffrey
in the family?

I can't think of a Geoffrey.

Can you, Izzy?

Geoffrey.

No.

There's a Rupert in Norfolk.

Mind you, he's
pretty dead as well.

Isn't he, Betty?

There's a mark here.

An arc of a small wheel.

Presumably attached to the
bottom of these bookshelves.

So sharp he'll cut himself.

Ah, a priest's hole.

May I?

A headless horseman
riding a gray horse.

Called Geoffrey.

Geoffrey DeQuetteville,
1605 to 1645.

He's been dead 400 years.

What
happened to his head?

He lost it at
the Battle of Naseby.

Charging cannon.

Another damn fool.

This family is a procession
of idiots through the ages.

But why your
reluctance to share this

fascinating piece
of family history?

There's this damn silly
family legend, isn't there?

Whenever Geoffrey is seen
riding around on his horse,

pointing at someone, it means
that someone's going to die.

Imminently.

There's been a
lot of funny stuff

going around here of late.

No, there's not.

I saw the
lady of the lake.

And I heard the
chap in the cellar.

You did not.

I did!

This place is
chocker with ghosts.

It is not.

It is!

Ludo!

Excuse me,
if we could just stick

to the point for the moment.

Has this horse thing ever
actually happened before?

Has the myth ever
become the reality?

And that young man was?

That's my son.

That's Simon DeQuetteville.

And his particular
problem would be?

A few years ago,
Toby's first wife

Angela was killed in
a riding accident.

Simon was with her.

He got this idea that there was

a headless horseman involved.

So, we shoved the painting

in there to stop
it upsetting him.

He's going to
get a lot better.

You know, when
his mind can cope.

He's gonna get a lot better.

And he's gonna come back to us.

You know.

Just like new, right as rain.

You really mustn't let
it get you down, darling.

I don't.

The remains of a torn flag.

Is that what got him up here?

What have you got down there?

A lot of gravel.

There's wheel tracks,
but nothing horsey.

Okay, get digging.

Who owns a gray horse,

who benefits by
Bentham's death, etc.?

Are you sure
we're not just dealing

with a bunch of nutters, sir?

Not relevant, Jones.

Probably true.

But not relevant.

Testing.

Every damn year, every
damn month they do something.

Take this.

Deliberately corrupt history.

I've got to do something.

I'll ask them over.

Waste of time.

It was Naseby.

They never got over Naseby.

There's no gray horse in
the DeQuetteville stable.

And no one really stands to
benefit from Bentham's death.

He was the younger brother

so he didn't have
much of his own.

And the family?

High-level source, my gran,

says the whole family
are total nut jobs

owing to hundreds of years of
inbreeding with their cousins.

I love your gran.

She's right though.

Betty is the first
time they married

out of their class for ages.

Also, the DeQ's have
been having an ongoing

row with their neighbors,
the Fleetwoods,

who they fought in some
battle during the Civil War,

whenever that was.

1642 to 1651?

Wow, that's some row.

The Fleetwoods are
saying their lives are

being ruined by the
noise from Quitewell.

The DeQ's say "tough".

The Fleetwoods say "We'll sue."

And so it goes on.

See, he was born with an extra

connection in the heart

that allows the
electrical signals

to bypass the
atria-ventricular node

and move from the atria to the
ventricles faster than usual.

Which means?

It eventually disrupts
the coordinated movement

of the electrical signals
through the heart,

leading to cardiac arrest.

Death.

That's what I just said.

So, he wasn't pushed.

It's a highly
unlikely coincidence.

Thank you.

So, it was an accident, then.

Jones, a headless
horseman was also present.

Probably frightened
him off the roof.

Accident?

I don't think so.

Can we get some
speed up on this?

He hates accidents.

Makes him feel superfluous.

Sasha!

Looking gorgeous as ever.

Tell me, why don't you leave
geeky boy and run off with me?

So, sorry to hear
about your uncle.

Harry's in his games room.

Why don't we go through?

Oh, goody.

Harry's playroom.

What fun.

Oh, wow.

Wow!

You see, this is what
really happened at Naseby.

Harry, you never
change, do you?

Still as boring as ever.

Your Geoffrey committed
his entire cavalry wing there

to defeating John Fleetwood's
foot brigades, there.

Leaving himself with
nothing in reserve

for when we came back at him.

No wonder he got
his head blown off.

I mean it's fascinating and
when you put it like that.

Shut up, moron.

Do you want to tell us
what we're doing here?

I actually have a life waiting
outside for me, you know.

We need a buffer
zone between us.

So, we want to buy
Long Meadow off you.

You what?

Why on earth would we do that?

Easier to stage the battles
and the rock concerts.

1812, cannons and fireworks.

Zumba.

Harry's coming out in hives.

Boo-hoo.

Seriously, you've
got as much chance

of getting your
mitts on the meadow

as the Roundheads
do of defeating

the Cavaliers next Sunday.

Goodbye.

Toby.

You're on.

I'm on what?

Let's make it a wager.

If the Roundheads win,
you give us Long Meadow.

Sasha.

But we always win.

Remember?

We've got the bigger blokes.

We've got the cavalry.

So, put your money
where your mouth is.

I think you've spent too
long in Harry's playroom.

Turned you bonkers.

Goodbye.

So, you won't even
bet on a dead cert.

Are you wimpy, DeQuetteville?

All right, why don't you put

your money where your mouth is.

How much?

The current value
of the meadow.

Sash.

I don't think.

Toby.

Okay, you're on.

Easy money.

Make my day.

If you cancel, we still win.

I'll have our lawyer
email you the deal.

I look forward to it.

Harry.

Come on.

I don't have all day.

What have you done?

Don't worry, darling.

I'll sort this.

I'll see you later.

Okay?

Sasha!

Sasha!

Hi.

Toby?

I thought you'd gone.

Julian was driving into town

and he sort of.

He dumped me, to be honest.

Hop in and I'll drop you off.

Would you?

Thanks so much.

Bye!

Hiya.

What did they want?

Nothing.

Well, something.

You'll never guess what.

They only wanted to go and
buy Long Meadow off us.

You said no?

Well, yes.

Sort of.

Sort of what?

Well, I said no.

But Julian.

You know Julian.

He just sort of.

It's silly really.

He sort of bet Long Meadow
on the result of the battle.

I'll kill him.

They can't win.

Don't be cross, Betty.

They never win.

I don't suppose the bet was
Sasha's idea by any chance?

You know what?

Now you come to mention
it, I think it was.

I don't think it was Harry's.

Give me the strength!

Amanda.

Sasha, how lovely to see you.

Very beautiful.

You too.

Don't start.

God forbid.

We all do what we have to do.

Absolutely.

And you do it so well.

So be happy for me.

I want to hire your entire
stables for the day on Sunday.

Serious stuff.

All your horses will have
suspected equine flu on Sunday.

What are you up to?

Being mean to Julian.

And have a chat to
all your horsey chums.

Same deal.

No one rents to the DeQ's.

Bye.

So, didn't you do the
Civil War at school?

Roundheads, Cavaliers, Cromwell.

Execution of Charles I.

History.

Yes.

But it wasn't exactly yesterday.

So, please, miss, could
you answer the question?

Okay, come here.

So, the Roundheads
won at Naseby.

But the DeQuettevilles, who
were Royalists, Cavaliers,

have never really
liked that result.

So, when they bung on their
battle re-enactment every year,

they fix it so that
the Cavaliers win.

Well, they did
have the nicer gear.

Well, they ain't
gonna win this year.

How come?

Because I am going
for historical accuracy.

You?

Yes.

The new secretary of
the Historical Society.

I'm doing my bit and gaining
the respect of my staff.

Oh, now just hang about there.

What?

Turf!

Turf what?

You are encroaching on mine.

I'm investigating a particularly
weird death up there.

What's that got to do
with me and my history?

I don't know.

I just don't like it.

Gut feeling, is it, sir?

Do not mock.

We are in a much
smaller community now.

We're bound to
overlap sometimes.

Live with it.

And please don't
involve the dog.

Lovely morning.

Nice view.

Tell me, you haven't
seen any headless

horsemen hanging
around, have you?

Don't joke.

Could be you next.

Thanks for your concern.

If I see any bogeymen,
I'll hunt them down.

Do Betty at the same time.

Oh, be nice.

In a couple of years, she'll
have transformed this place.

Then we can bin her.

What have I got?

Four Aussies waiting
at the station.

You're late.

That's part of my charm.

All right, Samson, let's go!

I told you, trot on!

Come on!

Out of the way!

Trot on!

Come on, Samson!

Trot on.

Whoa!

Samson, let's have you!

Whoa!

Whoa!

I saw you!

I'll find you!

You don't frighten me.

You're pathetic!

Smacked himself
on an overhanging branch.

Oak.

Now how do you know that?

Seven years of
training, thank you.

On an overhanging
oak branch, then.

Unlikely.

Health and Safety don't allow
overhanging branches any more.

Someone hit him with
an oak branch, then.

It's a big branch.

Look at the strike area.

Face to chest.

That's like a
whole tree hit him.

Let's trace his
steps, shall we?

We just cannot afford
to cancel battle day.

We've lost a son.

Surely you can break
step for a few days.

Think of Geoffrey
DeQuetteville.

He kept going.

He was trying to
save the monarchy.

Not run a panto.

Battle day is
our biggest earner.

There's Julian's bet.

Exactly.

If we cancel, we will
lose Long Meadow.

So please, everyone.

You're looking very
plain and pasty today.

Thank you, Izzy.

I knew you'd come through.

And do try to
lose some weight.

What have you got?

Marks from a
chain or something.

Okay.

Someone suspended a big
log up there on chains.

Anchored it to this tree.

Then, when the victim came
down the lane, cut the rope,

which released the log

which swung down and smacked
him square in the chest.

But if he was going to
the station down there,

why did he turn up here?

The wheel tracks
down on that last bend

suggest that he was
sliding the carriage.

So, he was going
at quite a lick.

Was he chasing someone?

Headless?

Well, Diana said he would
chase him if he saw him.

If Julian was
pursuing someone,

and that someone led
him to this place.

Where he could get clobbered.

Then whoever he
was chasing must have

moved pretty damn quick to get

into position to
unleash the log.

Right.

Unless.

Unless.

There were two of them.

Right.

Yeah, yeah.

Must have been two of them.

Exactly what I was thinking.

It was!

Where have you been?

I was ringing you.

Workshop.

Have you heard the news?

What news?

Julian.

He's dead.

What?

How?

Some sort of accident in
his carriage this morning.

I'll be in in a minute.

Are you all right?

Bit of a shock.

Can you call Sasha, please?

Thank you.

Maybe we could talk
somewhere more private.

These people have come to
see us abut our daily business.

We're the animals in this zoo.

And Betty Boop would kill
us if we disobeyed orders.

I'm not going
outside again ever.

Okay.

It appears that
Julian might have been

the victim of foul play.

I knew it!

I said it!

He's after us.

Who's that, sir?

Geoffrey, of course.

Don't be so feeble.

This way!

Julian didn't need
ghosts to kill him.

Plenty of real-life volunteers.

A lot of local
husbands for starters.

Really?

Julian.

Oh, absolutely.

Mad shagger.

His seed rarely fell
on stony ground.

Izzy, please.

And his twin, Toby?

Younger by only 10 minutes

but totally different
personality.

Toby gets on with everyone.

Thick as two planks, of course.

But very nice.

So, is there anyone in
particular who night have?

Geoffrey, I told you.

He's after us all.

Ludo, you're gibbering!

I'm not going out
there ever again.

I'm not even going
near that window.

LMF!

LMF?

Lacking moral fiber.

The men in this family.

Pathetic.

It's only the women
who have balls.

Are you okay to
answer some questions?

Yes.

Whatever happens in
this family, we plow on.

We pause for a moment
of grief or reflection.

Betty, I'll have her
sent to the salt mines.

Was everything okay
between you and your husband?

Sorry, it's a standard
inquiry, I'm afraid.

I need to establish
the relationship.

Julian was a slut.

Uh-huh.

I'm sorry, but in this family,

we don't beat about the bush.

Half the village children look

remarkably like my late husband.

You didn't have any
children together.

I think I might
have noticed that.

Yeah.

I don't want you to get

the impression that
I didn't like him.

No, no, no, of course not.

He was just a bad boy.

I'll miss him.

I'm sure you will,
Mrs. DeQuetteville.

It would have been Lady
DeQuetteville one day, too.

Sorry?

Don't tell me you haven't
followed the inheritance line.

Bentham's gone.

Now Julian.

So, when Ludo dies, it will
be Sir Toby and Lady Betty

lording it about
all over the place.

She'll really have crawled her
way out of the colonies then.

I don't suppose
there'll be much room

for widow Diana
round the inglenook.

I mean, hang on.

Yeah, Jules gave me a hard time.

But he was still my
brother, you know.

He was my twin brother.

Actually, he did a lot
of good things, too.

So, where were you
this morning, sir?

Oh, I've been all over
the place this morning.

I ran some errands.

And I was tinkering around
with this old thing.

Of course, you're next in
line to inherit, aren't you?

Has something
happened to Daddy?

When Sir Ludovic
eventually dies.

Oh, God.

You really had me there.

What did you.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I suppose I will.

But truth be told, I hate
all that being a sir stuff.

Running this place.

I'm not really very good
at that kind of thing.

A bit socially clumsy.

Nightmare.

I'm sorry.

I'm a bit, you know.

Did your brother
have any obvious enemies?

You're joking, aren't you?

Anyone in particular?

Well, the Fleetwoods.

They live just across
the field over there.

Family history feud.

Been going back yonks.

Yonks?

Yonks?

Sounds like a cartoon.

So, what did you get?

His gestures were inward.

He touched his face.

He put objects between you.

Does that mean he's lying?

It means he's nervous.

A common occurrence in people

being questioned by the police?

Yes.

That psychology degree of
yours is really useful isn't it?

It can also help me to spot
a chippy detective sergeant.

You go and have a chat
with the Fleetwoods.

I'll ask about
the horses, too.

Good, good.

Keep it moving.

Make sure you
stay with the plan,

Okay, guys?

Hey, Ben.

How's it going?

It's good.

The blue flags are where
the Royalists are halted.

And the red flags mark the
advance path of the Roundheads.

Of course, it isn't
really Naseby.

But it will be a sort of
generic Civil War battle.

Did they bully
you into doing this?

No.

It's part of getting the school

and the community
pulling together.

It's a sort of bonding exercise.

So, you've
never actually

attended one of these before?

No.

Boss knows what
you're doing, does he?

I am an autonomous unit, Ben.

I don't have to check in with my

spouse every time
I take a breath.

Yes, he knows.

Well, good luck with
the local, locals.

Thanks.

Obsessive compulsive.

At least it keeps
him calm for a while.

The
accident to his mother.

What happened?

No one's sure.

Simon and Angela went for a
ride along Badger's Ridge.

And then, a few hours
later, Simon returns,

leading his mother's
horse with her body

slung across the saddle,
just like a Western.

A gray horse?

Yeah.

It was sold after the accident.

You know, there were
no reported ghosts

at Quitewell until
about six years ago.

Really?

You took over as
estate manager six years ago.

Your point being?

Did you invent the
headless horseman, Betty?

You're wasted here.

There were stories
about the Dark Rider,

as he was known, from the '20s.

Housemaid stuff.

So, when I found the
headless Geoffrey portrait,

I revived the story.

Freshened it up a bit.

And then I supplemented
the spook inventory

with a lady who walks on
the lake at full moon,

and the skeleton found in
the walls of the cellar.

To what end?

Make money.

Mystery murder weekends.

Spooks, ghostly tales,
dark spooky things.

It's all essential.

So, to add a little
credence to your ghosts,

you set up the sighting
of the headless horseman.

No, no, I did not!

There haven't been
any sightings.

It's just this daft family
jumping on their own bandwagon.

But your husband said he saw

the headless rider the
night that Bentham died.

Toby is a DeQuetteville.

Suggestible.

Why
did you marry him?

Offensive question.

Often asked.

Toby may not be the
sharpest tool in the box,

but he loves me unconditionally.

Like a Labrador.

And that is enough for me
right now, thank you very much.

Simon, what is it?

Did you see anything?

No.

Neither did he.

Waterloo.

Cannae.

Naseby?

Yes.

Yes.

Are you a battles man?

No, sir.

But I've heard
how the Fleetwoods

beat the DeQuettevilles
at Naseby.

And you're still a bit
upset with each other.

How would you like to
live next to that funfair?

It's absolute hell.

I'm hypersensitive.

My skin reacts to stress.

How extreme are these
arguments with your neighbors?

Only verbal.

I'm not a violent man.

All I want is peace and quiet.

Do you keep a gray horse?

No.

Yesterday morning, at
the time of Julian's death,

you were?

Here.

Figuring out how much
the Brazilian floods

would up my coffee futures.

Right.

It's not a moral position.

All this is just
applied mathematics.

It will run its course
whether I'm involved or not.

Anyone with you when you
were applying your mathematics?

Sasha was in and out.

Cleaning woman.

I don't know.

I wasn't setting
up an alibi, was I?

No, we don't have a gray.

Do you know anyone who has?

Next door used to have one.

I didn't see it.

Out here.

Look, they probably sold it.

It was Angela's.

She was riding it when she
was thrown five years ago.

Were you
out riding yesterday?

Along the Ridge.

Any witnesses?

I met up with Amanda Harding.

From the livery stable?

Yes.

Friends, are you, with Amanda?

Yes.

We go back a long way.

Who do you think might
have wanted to kill Julian?

Take your pick.

He was an arrogant man
that preyed on women.

God knows what they saw in him.

He won't be missed.

His wife misses him.

Phh!

Believe me, Diana
will soon be out there

scouring the waterfront.

In fact, if I were a
landed gent round here,

right now I'd be
pulling up my drawbridge

and filling my moat
with alligators.

That's a bit strong.

Women know women.

Damn and blast.

Morning.

Diana!

May I?

Please.

What are you doing?

Wars of the Roses.

I'm sorry about Julian.

I'm sure you were devastated.

We had our differences but I.

Do you want to win the battle?

I thought, with Julian's
death, it would be canceled.

And you'd win by default.

Betty wouldn't allow that.

So.

What?

I could bring you a lot
more than Long Meadow.

I don't understand.

What if you
owned both estates?

And how would I achieve that?

The usual way.

Marriage.

To the right person.

He was there.

I was inside.

And he was pointing at me.

A bit churned up here, sir.

You see?

You see?

It's the ghost of Geoffrey.

I'm a goner!

Sir Ludovic, if
his horse was real,

there's a good chance
the rider was real, too.

No, no, it's Geoffrey.

And he's coming for me!

For today, sir,
with the battle on,

you go inside and stay there.

I will.

I will.

I'm not going anywhere.

No fear.

Oh, boy.

Any spare uniforms
on the doors.

Yes, sir.

And keep digging on Betty.

She's not real
family but she seems

to be the only one
with any brains.

And let's find this
damn gray horse.

Hello,
ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to the annual
Quitewell battle day.

Ow!

Andy!

Can you fix that?

How's it going?

Great.

Great.

Chronic.

So, you're going
to be here, are you?

In open view.

Yep.

You know there's
a murderer about.

I had heard.

So, I was wondering whether.

What?

How can I put this?

Carefully, if I were you.

Look, I have a major job on.

I have to find this person.

It's bad enough that the place
is crawling with visitors,

without having my
wife here as well.

Just stop.

Stop, I mean, really!

What do you think I'm gonna do?

Get on the PA and say,

"Sorry, there's a baddie
about so I'm off home.

"But you all just carry on."

Why did you even bother?

God knows.

Thank you for trying.

Andy!

Sir.

What have
you found on Betty?

Interesting snippets.

She used to work for the Norfolk

branch of the DeQuettevilles.

Managing the estate up there.

Why did she move here?

Something to do with
a Rupert DeQuetteville.

Funny business?

Probably not too funny.

He died.

He was 81.

Of natural causes?

No, he
fell off a horse.

There's a surprise.

Have you found this gray yet?

No.

It's not with either family so
I'm checking around the area.

Keep me posted.

Hi, Jonesy.

Hey, Amanda.

What brings you here?

I'm looking for a horse.

Their day off.

Aren't they the
cavalry for the DeQ's?

Not this year.

Why not?

Julian never paid
me for last year.

Oh.

Do you have a gray?

No.

Who has round here?

Don't know.

I could ask.

Yeah, thanks.

How close are you
to Sasha Fleetwood?

What kind of question is that?

It's a murder inquiry.

I have to ask personal stuff.

Connections, motives.

Sasha and I were
at uni together.

Good friends.

No, um.

Don't even go there.

It's totally irrelevant.

We were two smart girls
with similar ambitions.

Which were?

To use our brains
to get us a good life.

Sasha's got there
whilst I'm still up

to my eyebrows in
debt and horse dung.

Any other connection
with the DeQuettevilles?

Julian.

Did he pass your way?

How likely is that?

Are you
coming to the battle?

No.

The fuzz want me to stay here.

Geoffrey.

I said no drinking
before we've won the day.

And we'll not fail!

You few.

You happy few!

You band of brothers!

Cry God for Harry,
England, and St. George!

Charles I not Henry V!

I know that.

Total travesty.

I'll see you later.

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to the annual
Quitewell battle day.

Now, as I'm sure you all know,

there were no actual Civil
War battles in Midsomer.

So, what we're doing today

is re-enacting some
of the battle tactics

employed by the opposing
armies at the Battle of Naseby.

The Cavaliers are mustered at
the north end of the meadow,

while the Roundheads
are at the south end.

The object of the
exercise is for each

to capture the other's
battle standard.

We at the Causton
Historical Society

have instructed the commanders

to follow our
historically-based plans

and make the afternoon a
real learning experience.

Fire!

No!

No!

No, not yet!

Set up and strike now!

The Roundheads aren't ready!

Present arms!

What do you mean?

Where are the cavalry?

Well, Amanda says all
the horses are sick.

Sure they are.

She and Sasha are
as thick as thieves.

Toby, wake up!

We need to win this!

Hey, no drinking until
you've captured the colors!

For the Roundheads!

Charge your pike!

Go the Cavaliers!

Death to the Roundheads!

The Fleetwood
foot to the right.

The right.

Not my right, your right!

That's wrong!

Keep to your flagged areas.

Oh, it's you!

You frightened the
life out of me!

Hang on.

I'll let you in.

As you can
see, the 12-foot pikes

are topped by metal points

and have a small
leather band round them

to stop the blood running
down onto the user's hands.

Where did you go, then?

I don't believe this!

It looks like the Cavaliers

have captured the
Parliamentarians' colors.

Which is not how it happened!

Oh, yes, it is!

No, it isn't!

So, if you Cavaliers
would mind sticking

to the plan and just back off,

I would be very grateful!

What's this?

Who the hell are they?

Who are you?

Betty?

Sir, you better come this way.

There seems to have been

a serious reversal
of fortune here.

Obviously some foreign
mercenaries have

been brought in from
somewhere by someone.

Not that I would know or
any historian would know.

Or anyone would even care.

You had to
watch one elderly man.

I want full reports by 10 a.m.

Cheers.

He wouldn't have known
what had hit him.

Actually, he may have done.

It hit him full in the
face, so presumably,

he was looking up at the time.

So, why didn't he
get out of the way?

What
sort of effort would

it take to dislodge a gargoyle?

It depends how secure
it was in the first place.

If you wanted to know
whether it was a big

strong man or a delicate
little lady, it.

Depends how secure it
was in the first place.

Yes, thank you, Kate.

Poor Daddy.

I loved him so much.

We had our moments but
I loved him so, so much.

I'm sorry
to put you through this.

We understand.

Excuse me.

Anything?

We looked at dozens
of video phone cameras.

They're all pointing
at the main entrance.

The family's nowhere to be seen.

The Fleetwoods?

Get their statements.

Simon, shall we
have a little chat?

Simon.

Go with the man here.

That
was quite a stunt.

Your own army.

Necessary.

So, you
won Long Meadow?

I guess so.

Darling, a man has died.

I'm really not sure.

Let's just see what
the lawyers have to say.

Sasha!

So, where were you both?

I came inside.

Not interested in all
that stupid nonsense.

Even with such a
potentially important outcome?

Someone would have told
me the result eventually.

I was getting my
troops in order.

It's not my damn fault

if the DeQuettevilles
start killing each other.

We won.

Do you understand
sociopathology?

The roots of empathy?

In relation to?

Women.

They can be very
singular in their wants.

Don't ever want to
get in their way.

Simon, I'm just a policeman,

but in my line of work I tend

to come into people's lives

when they are at their most
vulnerable and confused.

Sort of where you are now.

So, I want to help
you as much as I can.

But mainly, I need to
apprehend a murderer.

I don't know what you know.

I don't know what's
in your head.

I don't know what you've done.

Have you done something I
should know about, Simon?

So, maybe it was an accident.

Maybe he went out
for a breather.

And a gargoyle that
has lived happily

on the roof for 500 years

suddenly decides this is a good

moment to come crashing down?

Probably not an
accident, then.

I think someone he knew and
trusted called him outside.

And then rushed up
to the roof and dumped

the gargoyle on his head.

Fast.

Or, Jones.

He got his accomplice
to do the gargoyle bit.

And we're back to
the pairing theory.

So, who are the pairs?

Betty and Toby.

Toby's useless.

But Betty isn't.

Harry and Sasha.

Both motives aplenty.

Diana and.

Diana.

We need to find
two people who were

missing from the battle area.

I'll keep checking
videos for the event.

And I will go home
and sleep on it.

In the morning, wake to find
that my finely-tuned brain

has solved it all and
written up all the reports.

Easy for some.

So, we've lost
Long Meadow as well.

No.

Harry just phoned.

Says he won't be
calling in the debt.

I bet
that thrilled Sasha.

Obviously stood up
for himself at last.

He's a decent man.

He's not.

Not at all.

He's pathetic.

Diana.

Try not to be such
a despicable tart.

I beg your pardon?

My son was barely
cold before you were

over the wall like
an alley cat on heat.

I beg your pardon.

For goodness sake.

Why do we imagine our domestic
staff are all blind and deaf?

They aren't.

They have big ears.

And bigger mouths.

It's all over the village.

I was trying to
save Long Meadow.

You were trying
to save yourself

from the penury that is
about to consume you.

And serve you right.

Don't push me, Izzy.

I know the big secret
in this family.

Which one?

You know damn well which one.

Don't you worry.

We're the king's men.

We'll show them.

Total maniacs!

They didn't want an organizer.

They just wanted to set
me up and humiliate me.

All of my staff know what
a farce it turned into.

But was it not a much more
historically accurate farce?

Do you want to die right now?

No, I'm serious.

You were visibly in charge.

A figurehead in the community.

As intended.

Your historical will prevailed.

You won.

They will see that.

You reckon?

Sure.

So, long as you get
your story in first.

What are you looking for?

The way into Simon's head.

Being struck dumb
through shock or trauma

for more than a
short period of time

is statistically very unlikely.

He hasn't said a
word for five years.

So?

So, is he avoiding
facing reality

or is he playing us for
a bunch of plonkers?

You're the psychologist.

Mm, but I'm not
a psychiatrist.

He's already seen two of those.

They didn't get anywhere.

They both used the
term idiopathic.

Which means.

They haven't got a clue.

Exactly.

Good old Long Meadow.

Still with us after
all these years.

You know, when we were
younger, on summer nights,

Daddy would let Julian
and me camp out here.

All right for some.

We'd count the stars
until we fell asleep.

You do like it here,
don't you, Betty?

Not so brilliant today.

Not today.

Obviously not today.

But otherwise, you do like it?

You wouldn't leave us?

You wouldn't move
on again, would you?

Toby?

Toby?

What?

Toby?

What?

Toby!

It was Geoffrey!

He was pointing at me!

Geoffrey!

He's gonna kill me, isn't he?

Thank you.

He's gonna kill me next.

I would like you to
stay in this room only.

Eat here, sleep here.

We'll have an officer
outside the door

and another outside the window.

Is that really necessary?

Mummy!

Come on, Toby.

Pull yourself together.

Try to be a man.

Just this once.

What was all that
man stuff about?

I think it might
have been another quite

interesting little piece.

Of what?

I'm not sure yet.

I could be wrong.

Surely not.

Let's be proactive.

Let's poke the hornet's nest.

I'll irritate this lot.

You go over to the Fleetwoods
and ask awkward questions.

About what?

Horses.

Keep after the gray horse.

It's got to be somewhere.

Sir.

Lady Isabel,
what did you mean

by saying Toby should
be a man for once?

You seemed to be making
some sort of comment there.

Stating the obvious.

Toby is a big drip.

Wet as a flannel.

As opposed to Julian.

Julian was an awful man.

But yes, he was a man.

You're being
somewhat elliptical.

Only if you're a bit dim.

You certainly look dim

but I've heard
you're quite sharp.

Now please excuse me.

I have to arrange these
flowers for my husband

whom you so successfully
failed to protect.

There will
be a full inquiry.

Well, that should perk him up.

What do you want now?

I was wondering how things
went with Harry next door.

Yes, yes, I know.

All over the village.

Don't you start.

Any particular reason
for your generosity?

Inspector, a woman's sexuality

is a gradually
diminishing asset.

I was giving mine one last shot

at getting me a bit of security

for my more interesting years.

Didn't work.

Harry is besotted with
that ghastly wife of his.

And your offer of
Quitewell Hall itself?

How could you engineer that?

When your husband died,

you were out of the
line of succession.

You didn't have any children.

No, I didn't.

Thank you.

Everything okay?

Yes, sir.

No one in or out.

Keep me posted.

Got it.

Thanks.

Hello.

Oh, hello, you.

What's up?

Get out of there!

And you definitely
don't have a gray.

No.

Are you
a good rider, sir?

Okay.

Not as good as
Sash and her chums.

Chums?

The girls.

Sophie, Jenny, Amanda.

Amanda Harding?

Mm, sometimes.

Close, are they?

Used to be.

Amanda's been a bit more
distant in the last few years.

Why is that?

She harbored a
strong affection

for someone who
eventually decided

they didn't want to jump
that particular fence.

Amanda's got a gray.

I think.

She used to have anyway.

Thank you, sir.

Lost something?

You lied to me.

No, I didn't.

You said you
don't have a gray.

I don't.

Did you have one?

I want to see your books.

Right now.

Whoa!

Whoa!

What are you doing here?

Heading for the mill.

The gray's up there.

All roads leading
to Badger's Mill!

A man on a motorcycle, dressed
in black, carrying a shotgun.

All cars!

Eye holes.

But no current occupant.

Well, there's not a surprise.

Care to
tell us what you

were doing here, Mrs. Fleetwood?

Harry and I were thinking
of buying the place.

I was just checking it out.

Really?

Yeah.

And this headless horseman
gear was just lying there?

Yes.

And a bloke just
happened to come by

and fire a shotgun
through the door

at what he presumably thought

was the headless horseman.

Looks like it.

While the whole
thing was being filmed.

Sasha Fleetwood,
I am arresting you

in connection with the murders

of Julian DeQuetteville and
Sir Ludovic DeQuetteville.

No, no.

I am not the murderer.

Really?

Yeah.

Then maybe if you
are so innocent,

you should tell us what
you were really doing here,

why you were filming
the proceedings,

and who the gun-happy
gent on the bike was.

Okay?

Simon DeQuetteville.

Yes, meet us at Quitewell Hall.

This still doesn't
show who it is.

I didn't reckon on the helmet.

Okay, from the top.

Why the headless nonsense?

Originally, I just set
out to freak old Ludo.

Make him terrified
of the supposed ghost

and sell us the whole place.

They were driving
poor Harry insane.

He couldn't work.

So, your major
asset was in danger.

My husband!

And Harry was a
party to all of this?

No!

I helped him make
his models before,

so it wasn't too difficult
to create the torso.

Then I went riding by Quitewell
trying to spook everyone.

You certainly
managed with Bentham.

That's when it all went wrong.

I was really shocked.

I didn't want anyone hurt.

But you kept doing it.

No, I stopped immediately.

Then started again.

I was given no choice.

I was being blackmailed.

When Julian was killed, I
was an accessory to murder.

Grounds,
outbuildings!

He's 21, dark hair!

What is going on?

Simon!

Where's Simon?

He went to his room early.

He likes to watch
telly up there.

Go left!

Which is his room?

Just ahead.

He always locks his door.

He's terrified of the dark.

Simon!

Simon, are you in there?

No sign.

Dark.

God, not in there!

Stay back!

Simon!

Give me that.

Call an ambulance.

I'll do it.

I'll do it.

Simon?

I'm just gonna cut
through these ties.

This might be a bit of a
shock just for a second.

Simon, are you okay?

Hey!

Jones!

Jones, back off!

Simon, Simon.

Listen to me.

I am on your side.

I am your friend and no
one is going to hurt you.

It's all right, it's all right.

We know the truth.

You and me.

Trust me, Simon.

Can you do that?

Can you trust me?

As your friend.

Medics.

So, who put you in there?

Any idea?

Medics are on their way, sir.

Mr. Toby here was
going to help them.

I was just opening the gate.

Smart thinking.

Thank you.

And how are you today
after yesterday's shock?

Yeah, I'm fine, thank you.

And how are you, Betty?

I.

She's fine.

Everyone's fine.

Just get on with it.

Lady Isabel, would
you mind sitting down

and shutting up just for once?

So, you're still feeling a
bit upset, are you, Betty?

Obviously.

Who wouldn't be?

Just as well you have Toby.

Yes.

And Toby, you have Betty.

Best thing that
ever happened to me.

At last, someone who would

accept you for what you were.

She never said I
was silly or anything.

Diana, stay.

The headless
horseman ghost story.

You never did believe
it, did you, Toby?

Yeah, I did actually.

No, I don't think so.

You didn't believe it

because you knew that
ghosts don't ride

around on recognizable horses.

And you knew where that
gray came from, didn't you?

Amanda Harding's livery.

So, it was very easy
for you to find out

who she'd sold it to.

Sasha Fleetwood, wasn't it?

I didn't know.

We have Sasha
safely in our custody.

Unharmed.

Right.

You made a deal with
Sasha, didn't you?

When she dropped you
off here the other day.

The thing is, Sash,

I know you're the
headless horseman.

And you are gonna be
in a lot of trouble

unless you do exactly as I say

and only when I tell you.

And then you
threatened to expose her

as the cause of Bentham's death.

This is crazy.

I wouldn't do that.

Why would I do that?

Because you wanted
something which entailed

a considerable culling
of your family members.

I saw you!

I'll find you!

Toby?

It's nonsense, Betty.

It's total nonsense.

But you still had a way to go.

Your father.

Oh, it's you!

You frightened the
life out of me!

Hang on, I'll let you in.

So, you enticed your
father out of the house

while you raced up to the roof

and dislodged one of
the old gargoyles.

Me?

This chap's mad.

I saw the rider and
he pointed at me,

pointed directly at me!

Yes.

Sasha realized that she was
now under serious threat.

So, she deliberately
made a final appearance

to provoke you into
going after her.

Called you when you
were in here, right?

We must meet.

Come to Badger's Mill.

I think you're forgetting
that I was in here.

I was in here.

I was surrounded
by all your blokes.

I was under lock and key.

So, you know, I mean.

Toby, every priest's
hole has two exits.

I knew that you could get
out and I could follow you.

But it was very clever
of you to go next door

and take Harry's bike.

I didn't think of that.

Betty, you can't believe
a word this man says.

It's like a fantasy.

At the mill, Sasha filmed
you trying to shoot her.

This was to be her insurance.

They were so mean to me.

When I was younger,
Julian and Daddy.

So mean.

Julian.

And Daddy let him, so.

And Julian even
slept with your first wife.

Toby!

I was never very good at
the fathering thing, was I?

So, Julian said he'd sort it.

Angela didn't know.

God!

As Julian's son, Simon was
the rightful heir to Quitewell

so you had to put him on ice.

What would keep Simon in a
permanent state of trauma?

Being locked in the dark,

being trapped in the
priest's hole with Geoffrey.

Oh, God!

And what was it all for, Toby?

Why?

Yes, it was for Betty.

The only person who had ever

shown you any respect,
any tenderness.

You were terrified that
she would leave you.

So, you felt that
you had to give her

everything possible
to make her stay.

You had to make
her Lady Elizabeth

DeQuetteville of Quitewell Hall

and she would stay forever.

Oh, Toby.

You did it all for love.

I wasn't leaving.

I married you.

You won't leave us, will you?

Will you?

Mummy?

Um, um, I, I , I.

Simon.

I think I missed
a few points there.

Could you go through
it again, please?

There's a
report just came in.

Oh, yes?

Three people claimed they saw

the headless horseman
in the last half hour.

What's that about?

That is a sense
of community, Jones.

One goes mad, they all go mad.

It's a wonderful
little world out here.