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[birds chirping]

[groaning]

[slow instrumental music]

[suspenseful instrumental music]

-[neighing]
-[shrieking]

[weighty instrumental music]

[knocking]

[Lucien] Yes.

Good morning.

And to you.

Come, come in.

I'm afraid I've caused
you a lot of trouble.

No, of course you haven't.

You're cold, here...

Let's put this on.

Here we are.

Please, sit down.

It seemed like you were close
to a collapse last night.

-Are you, eh--
-Feeling much better.

Thank you.

You don't need to be formal with me.

I'm out of practice.

I think we both are.

I searched for you, you know.

I knew you would.

I searched and searched.

17 years...

All my contacts right throughout Asia.

I thought...

I thought I had lost you both.

Oh, good lord, of course you...

-[sighs]
-Our Li, she survived.

She's alive.

What?

Yes, our beautiful daughter.

I saw her just last year in China.

She can't be.

Yes, she is!

And she's a mother now.

-[shuddering]
-Really?

[Lucien] Yes, yes!

Li?

Yes, I promise you.

[crying]

Come, I know.

I know.

I know.

[Jean] Lucien?

Not now, Jean.

The chief superintendent is here.

Please excuse me.

Frank.

Lucien, haven't caught
you at a bad time, I hope.

Well, somewhat.

Oh, apologies, but it can't be helped.

You're required down at the race track.

Apparently a rider has taken a fall, and--

Do you really need me there?

Please, don't stay on my account.

Chief Superintendent, Frank Carlyle.

This is Mei Lin, my wife.

Very pleased to meet you, Mei Lin.

I'll get my things.

Straight forward fall.

Jockey died instantly.

-Alexander Martin.
-Doesn't ring a bell.

I went to Bell Cup yesterday,

horses in a bad way from what I hear.

Really, perhaps you should call a vet.

Perhaps I should.

Straight forward you say.

Why do you want me there?

Oh, just to keep an eye on things.

Is that your wife?

Yes, Frank, it's a...

-It's a very long story.
-Yes, I expect it is.

[pensive instrumental music]

[gunfire]

Lucky Frank Carlyle.

-Unbearable business.
-That it is, Terrence.

Never get used to it.

Ada's devastated.

Her favorite rider, her favorite horse.

After yesterday's trial.

Well, I'll see ya' later, Terrence.

Mm, I bet you will, Frank.

[Man] Nasty business.

[Frank] Who else was
at the track with you?

Just me, and Robyn was in the stables.

Miss Heywood?

Bradley Tennant, I manage the track.

Lucien Blake, our police surgeon.

How do you do?

I'm guessing a fractured spine, doctor.

Well, a little too early to say.

Hmm.

Robyn Dawson, Shane Haywood.

And did you see him fall?

No, I just heard the horse screamin',

I got there, then Robyn came running up.

He was dead when we got to him.

Right, alright, well, thank you very much.

Off you go.

Yeah, this time it was bad, Alex.

At least he got to win his last race.

Small mercies.

Had many falls he lately, Mr. Tennant.

Well, it's a safe track for
a dangerous sport, Doctor.

We take pride in that.

I won't keep you.

[crying]

Gents, please.

I'll manage, Terry, it's fine.

You wanted to talk to me?

Just a few questions if you don't mind.

[Ada] Of course.

Could you tell me what
time the accident happened?

[sighs]

No, I can't be sure.

It was just after sunrise.

That's fine.

Any idea what may have caused the fall?

No, he'd only just come back

from a bad fall at the Spring Carnival.

He said he was cleared to ride, Ada.

Yes, I know, but still, I just know that

not being in the saddle
would almost drive him mad.

Well, it does sound like
there was no telling him.

That's right, thank you.

Well, thank you, ma'am.

And I may I say congratulations
on yesterday's win.

It was thoroughly deserved.

Thank you Chief Superintendent.

That's very kind of you, thank you.

Well, good day.

Frank, if I didn't know better--

Oh, shut up.

Were you flirting with
her at the end there?

Well, she's a handsome lady.

You know, the first
win I ever had on a nag

was on a horse she trained.

I had a soft spot for her ever since.

And what's she like as a person?

A tough job training horses,

and respect is hard won,

especially if you're a woman.

She's obviously got yours.

[footsteps]

Good morning.

Oh, good morning, come in.

I've made breakfast, bacon
and eggs, and there's toast.

It's probably nothing like you're used to.

No, it sounds lovely.

Please, sit.

Tea?

Please.

This is marmalade.

[Jean] Mm-hmm.

-[laughs]
-It's been such a long time.

Oh, forgive my ignorance,
I never imagined--

That a Chinese woman might
have the taste for marmalade.

My father tried to be more
British than the British.

A lot of us did.

It reminds me of childhood.

Won't you join me?

Oh, I'd better get to work.

Is there anything else
you need, Mrs. Blake?

[Mei Lin] Thank you, but no.

Some of the damage to the vertebrae

appears to be antemortem, see?

Signs of healing.

Yes, apparently he had just
come back after a nasty fall.

So, this morning's fall
exacerbates the damage

and so does the spinal column?

Yes, in fact his doctors
advised him never to ride again.

Then he should've known better.

Contusion to the skull,
rear left parietal.

From where the horse rolled on him?

Possibly.

Bruising in a band across the lower ribs.

Ah...

Maybe he hit the railing.

Wouldn't that be more generalised?

-Well..
-Do you know how to cook?

That may well be the strangest thing

you've ever asked me, Alice.

[sighs]

I was told I should know
how to cook, do you?

Well, I, not really, no.

Oh.

That's a shame.

You might be right about that railing.

Ready?

[mid-tempo music]

Lungs, good condition.

Not a smoker, by the looks.

Rare, for a jockey.

Who said you should know how to cook?

A registrar.

Why?

I was entertaining and I burnt some meat.

Do you think Mrs. Beazley might teach me?

-Ah, if I could call her--
-You will not call.

You'll come over for dinner, yes?

Good.

Alice, this is interesting.

Have a look.

Partial rupture of the liver,

but there's a significant
amount of blood in the cavity.

Which means it happened quite
some time prior to death.

He must have been in tremendous pain.

We should certainly make a
note of that, I think, Alice.

Agnes?

The young fool on the
desk told me to wait here.

Eh, thank you, Dr. Harvey.

Now...

-Everything alright?
-No, Lucien.

It isn't.

You remember me talking to you

at hideous length, I'm sure, about Lex?

Yes, your nephew.

He died this morning.

-[sighs]
-Lex.

Alex, Alex Martin, goodness me.

-I'm so--
-Oh, do stop fussing.

I'm fine.

Foolishly, I didn't make the connection.

Well, why would you?

I wanted to inform you
that I will take care

of all funeral expenses.

-I'll pass it on.
-Do that.

Agnes, forgive me for asking,

but did Alex ever talk to you about

anything questionable
going on at the track?

Well, it's horse racing,
everyone's questionable.

He sustained an injury in
the hours before he died.

The sort of thing typically
associated with fist fighting.

The police told me he fell.

On a training run, is that true?

Well...

What experienced rider
falls on a training run?

[pensive music]

Very good.

Keep going, keep going, come on.

Keep going, that's it.

Good girl.

Come on, girl.

Come on.

Whoa.

Whoa, stop, stop, stop.

[pensive music]

[sighs]

Come on.

Come on, girl.

Good girl.

That's it, good girl.

[reflective instrumental music]

Yah!

[reflective instrumental music]

[shrieking]

So, what you're saying is someone

strings up a cable across the track?

Yes.

Must have been reasonably thick.

A thinner wire would've,
well, it would've caused

some kind of laceration.

So Martin rides a pace,

-and doesn't see the cable--
-Brings him down.

His vertebrae are already weakened.

And the fall severs his spine.

So where's this cable?

Tyre tracks, Frank.

Recent, too.

There you are, about 7 foot 2.

And what was the injury to the horse?

Just a broken leg, I hear.

Right.

The horse obviously went under the wire...

And Alex took the impact on his chest.

Frank, did you know
something was going on?

Is that why you dragged
me down here this morning?

I already told you all this.

Won't take long, Mr. Tennant.

Just double-checking a few facts, alright?

So, who was on the
track this morning, sir?

Myself.

Ada had both the horses out.

Shane Heywood and Alex Martin riding.

What about Robyn Dawson?

She was cleaning out the stables.

-You saw no one else?
-I told you, no!

Now, I've got work to do.

Trouble is, Mr. Tennant, Alex Martin's

fall this morning wasn't an accident.

It's now a murder investigation,

so probably best you sit back down.

Hello, Robyn.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

Beautiful animals, aren't they?

Goodness me, it must've
been terrible for you

to see that horse put down today.

What was its name again?

-Blue Monday.
-Blue Monday, that's right.

Poor thing.

Robyn, what happened this morning?

I saw Mr. Tennant and
he was talking to Shane.

The jockey who who found Alex?

And then Shane goes out onto
the track and he chases Alex.

Why did he chase him?

Alex won the race yesterday.

-That's right.
-Shane came in second.

He hates losing.

Did they fight yesterday after the race?

Why are you asking all these questions?

Because someone strung a
cable across the track.

It caused Alex to fall,
that's what killed him.

And that's why Blue Monday died?

[shuddering]

Look, there were two riders on the track!

One of them fell!

How would I know what happened?

It was on the far turn!

I think you've forgotten
your manners, Bradley.

Now, it's a simple question.

Did he have any enemies on the track?

Perhaps you should talk to Shane Heywood.

[slow instrumental music]

Mr. Heywood, how are you?

When you punched Alex Martin
after the race yesterday

you ruptured his liver.

Were you trying to kill him, hmm?

Is that what you were trying to do?

[neighing]

[Frank] Couldn't bloody wait, could you?

[suspenseful music]

[shrieking]

It's alright, it's alright.

He's alive.

Apparently, he was pursuing Alex Martin

around the track prior to the race.

Want me to take a
statement from Mrs. McCrae?

Nah, I'll go and do that, Bill.

Why don't you go and talk
to that young stable hand?

So, how'd they get on, Martin and Heywood?

[sighs]

Fierce rivals.

But friendly, off the track.

That's not what we heard.

Well, who have you been talking to?

Was it Robyn?

You know she's not the most sociable girl.

She cares more for horses
than she does for people.

Really?

Alex is too hard with the whip,

and Shane is too heavy with his boots.

Then why does Mr. Tennant
keep employing her?

Well, her dad was a gifted jockey.

He died in a fall on the
same stretch that took Alex.

You didn't know that?

So you saw nothing suspicious
after the accident?

Do you see this graze?

[sighs]

[Bill] Not really, Miss Dawson.

Did you see any vehicles beside the track?

You can feel it, the fetlock's inflamed.

Would you mind just
answering the question?

Don't do that!

This horse was injured while
you were chasing Shane,

and you're asking me about a car?

I really wouldn't do that
if I were you, Miss Dawson.

Take this.

-[sighs]
-No, I didn't see anything!

-Smile!
-[camera shuttering]

The whole farmhand thing
suits you, Sergeant.

I understand that the inquiry
into Alex Martin's death

is being treated as
suspicious, care to comment?

Not today, Miss Anderson.

How'd you get on with Miss Dawson?

The girl's mad.

And that journo's hanging round again.

Oh, you gotta give her
full marks for effort.

Did you search the stables?

Top to bottom, didn't find a thing.

Alright, well, you head
back to the station.

The doctor and I have a
personal call to make.

Are you coming?

Shorty?

Cunningham.

-Lucky Carlyle.
-Terry.

Ah, Lucien Blake, Terry Noonan.

Mr. Noonan.

Gets an introduction this time.

Indeed.

This is a pleasure.

Well, we're here to talk
about Alexander Martin.

Had a favourite in yesterday's Cup.

A great little horse.

You won some money, I believe--

Has Bradley Tennant been
on the phone to you?

Well, then, you know why we're here.

What can you tell us?

Afternoon, Dutchy.

It's alright.

We're all friends here, aren't we, Frank?

Word is that Alex may
have had some enemies.

Alright...

Shane Heywood.

Not really bad blood,
but Heywood likes to win.

Enough to harm him?

Who else?

Bradley Tennant?

Bradley likes the sound of his own voice.

-Do you talk, Lucien?
-Too much, I'm told.

Certainly getting on my nerves.

[laughs]

Robyn Dawson.

I knew her dad.

She might do something in
the heat of the moment.

This helping?

Where were you this morning
when Alex Martin fell?

At the track.

And no, I didn't see anything.

Interesting.

Anything else you might
know that could help?

That's as much as I can tell you, Frank.

Blake, would you mind stepping
outside for the moment?

It's alright.

He's not gonna bite me.

Are you, Frank?

Very good.

-Pleasure, Mr. Noonan.
-Lucien.

-Top shot.
-[laughs]

How are you?

Eh, just a beer, if I may?

Thanks ever so much.

Ah, wonderful.

Thank you.

Interest you in a beer?

Thanks, I'd kill for one.

I saw you at the track this morning.

Were you there when Alex Martin fell?

Not sure.

Mr. Noonan likes to keep me busy.

I see.

How long have you worked for him?

A while.

Doing what, exactly?

This and that.

I see you've got some bark
missing, you hurt yourself?

Nothing serious.

Part of the job.

-Sounds dangerous.
-Yeah, I'm fine.

I don't imagine jockeys
would put up much of a fight,

given the size difference.

Alex owed the boss some money.

I give him a reminder.

-When?
-After the race.

He was a tough little bastard.

Well, interesting chap, Terry Noonan.

His sizeable Dutch friend in there

just happens to have bruised knuckles.

Hmm.

Yes, he admitted punching Alex yesterday

to remind him about his debts.

By the way, Terry tell you anything else

once I'd left the room?

No, nothing of any consequence.

How much are you in for, Frank?

Well, I did have one win yesterday.

How much do you owe him?

A lot.

Frank, the man's an SP bookie
with a thug the size of--

Yes, thank you, Blake,
I'm well aware of that.

[Lucien] Then what are you doing?

A man's gotta have a vice or two.

Especially since the wife died.

That why you wanted me along this morning?

To keep you honest?

A man like Noonan, [sighs],
the money you owe him

is the least of your problems.

[Frank] Yes, thank you,
Blake, for the lecture,

but we do have another stop to make.

[Bill] Apparently, Alex Martin lived here

the last couple of years.

[Frank] Right.

So what are we looking at?

Nothing, that's the point.

He's packed everything up.

But he's left this.

[sighs]

Aunty Agnes Clasby.

He knew his days were numbered,

and he packed up his life.

Didn't you say the rupture in his liver

-wasn't fatal, though?
-Still, he knew.

I've looked through it,
it's all personal stuff.

Ballarat Cup.

And I found this.

That's your handwriting, Terry. correct?

It was found amongst the
possessions of Alexander Martin.

It appears he's laid a 20 bet
on the nose of another horse

in a race that he himself was riding in...

The Ballarat Cup.

So Alex, riding the favourite,

bets against himself with you.

It's a pretty healthy pay day,

I would have thought,
when you're guaranteed

the favourite's not gonna come in.

I put it to you, Terry,
that you offered Alex

inducements to throw that race.

But when he ultimately refused,

you sent a man in your
employ, Diederik Bronkhorst,

around to assault him.

Alright.

Terrence Noonan, I'm
placing you under arrest

on suspicion for engaging and facilitating

in conduct corrupting a betting outcome.

I'd also like to state for the record

my personal debt with Mr. Noonan,

which currently stands at 325.

And which will remain
regardless of these charges.

That's right, Terrence,

I'll pay you back in full, as promised.

But if I find out you've
killed Alex Martin,

I'll also take you down for murder.

Fair enough?

What?

Can I lend you some money?

Of course you're a major flight risk,

I'd need some sort of guarantee

you won't up and leave Ballarat,

but seriously, if it might help.

That won't be necessary.

But thank you.

Of course.

So how long do you plan on keeping Noonan?

Oh, I'll let him stew
for a couple of hours

then I'll let him go.

Boss?

That was the hospital.

That jockey you were chasing?

Shane Heywood, yes, how is he?

Yeah, he died 10 minutes
ago from injuries sustained.

Right.

Head out to the track and question

the two riders involved in his accident.

Yes, sir.

Charlie, I think I'll come with you.

Ah, no, you won't.

Have you gone home at all today, Doc?

Charlie, I was wanting
to catch up with you--

Boss had me on court duty all day,

but I stopped home for lunch,

and well, how is she?

Is Mrs. Beazley alright?

Mrs. Beazley and I...

[sighs]

Quite frankly, Charlie, we don't know

what the hell's going on.

Yeah, still you should be there.

Tell her I'll be home for dinner.

[slow instrumental music]

Ah, we were wondering...

Where's Charlie?

Charlie, eh...

Charlie's conducting a search.

He'll be here later.

Alice.

You said to come over.

Yes, yes, I did.

Jean's been advising me about cooking.

She suggested I hire someone
rather than try to learn.

She's a working woman, she
doesn't have time to cook.

Of course.

Who's for another drink?

[contemplative music]

Couldn't you have come home earlier?

I am so sorry.

You had no warning?

I was told she was dead, you know that.

Where did she come from?

How did she get here?

Apparently, she escaped from China.

She spent a year in a
refugee camp in Hong Kong.

I can't imagine.

Oh, none of us can.

So many years have passed, Jean, I...

What do we do?

Lucien?

It's obvious, isn't it?

[solemn instrumental music]

[weighty music]

Interestingly, there was a sizeable

haematoma across the chest,
we couldn't understand it.

Previous injuries meant
that the fall was fatal.

He should never have got back on a horse.

Sorry I'm late.

Dr. Harvey.

Ah, Mrs Blake, I'm Charlie Davis.

Charlie lives with us.

Pleased to meet you, Charlie.

Your plate's on the stove.

[Charlie] Wonderful.

The surprise to us was
there were no lacerations.

The cable was an elegant
conclusion, given the variables.

Quite.

You say this man was murdered?

Yes.

[Mei Lin] Was he a gambler himself?

That's a very good question, Mrs. Blake.

Probably sounds odd,

but we sometimes discuss
the doctor's work.

He says that it helps.

Why did he pack up his house then?

He was saying goodbye, he
knew what was happening.

Ooh, not that it's any of my business.

I didn't mean--

[Alice] Was he simply very clean?

[Jean] No man's that clean.

-Oh, that's a bit harsh.
-[laughing]

Apparently this new TAB thing

has scared a lot of the bookies.

Hmm?

Where did you hear this?

That registrar.

Horses and golf, horses and golf.

-It was all he talked about.
-[laughing]

Totalisator Board.

Eh, TAB, it's a
government-run betting agency.

It's very, very new.

Government?

They think it's a useful
way to raise revenue.

I wouldn't trust the
government to do anything.

The doc said you were
living in China, Mrs. Blake.

Yes, I was put to work in
Shenzhen, after the war.

[Alice] Why was that?

They called me a foreign hostile.

But then the food ran out.

Dreadful famine there, Charlie.

Everything fell apart.

We were starving.

People...

Did things.

Eventually, I had to make a choice

to stay and die or to run.

I made it to Wan Chai,
and after some time,

I managed to get word to the consulate.

That sounds awful.

There wasn't much time for gambling.

Excuse me, please.

And thank you, Mrs. Beazley.

That was delicious.

Oh, please, leave it to me.

Thank you, Lucien.

It was an interesting night.

Yes.

This must be very hard for you.

Goodnight, Alice.

[slow instrumental music]

Now, Agnes, we found this in Alex's house.

The police agreed I should give it to you.

Oh...

Look at him, standing in the saddle.

He knew he'd raced well.

I blame myself.

Oh, don't be so silly, Agnes.

Don't patronise me, Lucien.

I used to pay him sixpence to take my tips

down to the local fruiterer.

The man ran bets out of
his shop on the weekend.

That's where he must have started.

[Lucien] I see, so he gambled a lot.

He lost a marriage because of it.

And then he lost his love of racing.

I made this for him.

When he was little.

I rather suspect he found
his love for racing again.

I warned you, Lucien.

No, no, no, why else would
he leave this for you?

And do you know, Ada
McCrae said he couldn't

stand being out of the saddle.

He came back to racing,

even though he knew it could kill him.

Be a dear and carry this to
the car for me, will you?

Just out of interest, Mrs. McCrae,

how how tall was Blue Monday?

-15.2 hands.
-Right.

About 5.2 at the withers.

-[laughs]
-Yes.

I've been brushing up on my horses.

The Chief Superintendent,
he's, eh, how shall I say?

Somewhat of a fan of yours.

He's been lovely.

Called me last night to
make sure I was alright.

Really?

-[laughs]
-Well, yeah.

So, do you think Terry
and Shane are involved?

Did the Superintendent say something?

No, but Terry's been questioned,

and Shane tried to run away.

Yes.

You're very good with the horses.

As long as they know you're in charge.

You can't let them have their own way.

What would happen then?

They'd destroy themselves,
and take you down with them.

Oh.

Excuse me, Doctor, but this
girl is driving me mad.

Why is no one ever happy to see me?

My first front page for
the Courier, a horse race!

That's a very good photograph.

Tell that to my boss.

Perhaps he'll do more than let me write

court reports and horoscopes.

[chuckles]

So in the meantime you'll
just loiter around racetracks?

Amongst other places.

Did you happen to take
any other photographs

after the race, perhaps?

I'm not falling for it.

That very charming thing that you do.

Ask lots of questions, listen carefully,

nod understandingly.

People talk to you but
you tell them nothing.

Doesn't work with me.

Why are you here?

A man fell from a horse and died.

Which last happened here five years ago

when Kev Dawson died, that
doesn't explain why you're here.

Alex Martin was murdered

the morning after the Ballarat Cup.

You?

Every other racetrack in
Victoria is busily kicking

up a stink about the TAB coming in.

But not here.

Someone has a very tight grip on things

and no one's talking.

Who?

Oh...

Alex owed money to an SP bookie chap

by the name of Terrence Noonan.

Mr. Noonan's hired thug had a go at Alex.

Big bloke, Dutch.

I saw him hassling Martin after the race.

And then the rider that came in second--

Shane Heywood, tried to evade police,

ran out onto the track, was trampled,

and sadly died in hospital
from his injuries.

I don't have anything on Mr. Tennant--

The track manager.

Served out a year's suspension handed out

by the Victorian Racing
Club for being involved

in a substitution scam in Camperdown.

Bloody hell.

It seems every one of
them could be involved

in one way or another, wouldn't you think?

We should exchange
information again some time.

Alex was in debt to Mr. Noonan.

[Frank] So he bets against himself.

Noonan agrees to cancel the debt.

Mmm...

That's not Terry Noonan's style.

Perhaps he thought he had no option.

What do you reckon, Hopalong?

Go on, show him.

[Lucien] Goodness me.

[laughs]

I tell you what, Bill,
I think Miss Anderson

has captured you perfectly.

Yeah, well, that's one opinion, Frank.

Now, look, there's also the question

of how much Ada McCrae and Mr. Tennant

knew about the whole thing.

-[ringing]
-Hi, Ballarat Police.

I understand you've
been speaking with her.

I thought she could be of assistance.

Frank?

Sorry for calling, Superintendent,

but I didn't know what else to do.

Don't kid yourself, Ada,

that girl's been trouble
for a long time now.

Over there.

Excuse me.

Hobart already searched this entire place.

[contemplative music]

Where's Miss Dawson now?

Oh, well, she saw me in
here and she ran off.

And what about the cable?

That can wait.

Numerous vantage points.

Yes, lots of cover, just not for us.

I'm gonna check the back gate.

Alright.

Do you think she's coming for us?

Well, we gotta get out of here!

No, no, no!

We're safe in here, she
won't fire into the stable

when there's a risk to the animals.

Come on, come on, come on!

[gunfire]

-Jesus!
-[gunfire]

Mr. Tennant, let me see that.

Right, I want you to place your hand here,

press firmly against the wound.

Mrs. McCrae, how much ammunition
was kept with that rifle?

Quite a few rounds.

She's obviously comfortable with firearms.

Now, stay here.

Robyn, it's me.

Robyn, I'm coming out, alright?

Just me, I'm unarmed.

You can come out too.

I promise it'll be alright.

Come on.

[suspenseful music]

That's it.

[pensive music]

Robyn, would you lower
the rifle for me, please?

Thank you.

Now, did you tell anyone that someone

strung a cable across the track?

Yeah, I told Miss McCrae.

Right.

So Alex Martin comes back
to ride in the Ballarat Cup.

He's the sentimental favourite.

But he's supposed to throw the race.

Mr. Noonan, Alex put 20
quid on Shane Heywood.

I'm guessing Mrs. McCrae
placed a sizable bet too.

150 at long odds.

She would have made a killing.

Right.

You didn't count on how
much Alex loved to race.

Especially when he thought
he'd never ride again.

What was it you said?

"Let them have their own way,

"and they'll destroy themselves,
and take you down too."

You couldn't let anyone see
that you'd lost control.

You had to send a message.

You have no idea what you're
talking about, Doctor.

You don't know anything about this world.

No, I don't.

But you do.

You knew exactly how
high to string that wire

so it caught the jockey, not the horse.

You knew once Alex was in the clear,

he'd stand up in that saddle.

You never thought for a moment

the horse would fall with its rider.

And now they're both dead.

And that, that's why you
were crying when we met you.

You were crying for the horse you killed,

not for Alex Martin.

Shane Heywood--

Oh, he did exactly what
you wanted him to do;

he chased Alex, helped
you take the cable down

before anyone else got there.

It was my horse.

My track.

And my game.

[pensive music]

You killed that horse.

-[suspenseful music]
-[gunfire]

[screaming]

[Frank] You alright?

Yeah.

Don't think this gets you
out of that debt of yours.

[Frank] Ada McCrae, I'm
placing you under arrest

for the murder of Alex Martin.

Miss Dawson, you'll be facing charges

of reckless endangerment.

Miss Anderson!

This should get you a front page.

It's alright, Robyn, it's alright.

[sighs]

You never used to drink alone.

No...

No, I didn't.

Where are you going?

You've always been kind to me.

But this has been such an intrusion.

-Mai Lin--
-Please let me finish.

I didn't expect this.

But I understand, it has been 17 years.

I found a hotel in town, The
Soldier's Hill, do you know it?

Yes.

They have a room for me.

Thank Jean for her hospitality, please.

Mai Lin...

You are my wife.

Yes, I am.

Would you drive me, please?

My suitcase is heavy.

Of course.

[slow instrumental music]

[weighty instrumental music]