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(dramatic music) (geese squawking)

(bar chatter)

(gunshot)

(scream)

- Help!

Help me!

He's murdered Danny!

Help!

Help!

(dramatic music)

And a prize for the lady.

There you go, my love.

Thank you.

Well done.

Yeah, the sights on my gun, they were out of true.

Oh, back luck.

Obviously not on yours.

I don't know.

I had my eyes closed.

Hello, Miss Lennox?

(knocking)

Faye Lennox?

Falco!

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

Falco!

Oh, well, never mind.

Better luck next time.

Well, now, of course, I think the trick is--

(bonk) (scream)

There was no trick.

Here we go. Try your best. Go for it.

Oh, over here.

Here.

Here you go.

One for you.

I've named those bears.

(honking)

(crunch)

Night, night.

Whoa.

(kissing sound) Is that a gun in your holster or are

you just pleased to see me?

As long as no one else does.

Oh, Jack, we're hardly a secret.

It's a small community.

I'm still a married man.

But not for long.

Did you speak to the solicitor?

Made an appointment.

It's all in hand.

All right.

The Ford Florey Wild West Club.

You're just a bunch of big kids, aren't you?

Bang!

Never point a gun at anyone.

You're not telling me it's loaded?

Blanks.

Give you a nasty headache, though.

Ride 'em, cowboy.

She's a handsome woman.

But then, you know that.

Fay Lennox is my farm manager.

Sure, sure.

Of course she is.

(laughs)

I was hoping to have a word with her today

about some wasteland in your lower acres.

Matter of who owns it.

It's Fincher land, always has been.

Well now, you say you own it.

Silas Burbage says he owns it.

I don't give a tinker's curse who owns it.

I just want to buy it. I get it, Marco.

Come on, now, Fincher.

The land's no good to, you no good for cattle,

no good for crops.

But if it turns out you own it, I'll make you a fair price.

Oh, yeah? What with?

I got the money.

Don't you fret.

You're a fool, man.

One way or another, I'm having that land.

Ready for high noon at Ford Florey, Jack?

Adam, if it was your father facing me, and this was real,

I wouldn't hesitate.

Yes. And I'm sure he'd say the same about you.

Look, it's none of my business.

As I understand, Dad just wants the best price for his land.

It's not his land.

It's mine.

Marco, if I find you, you're a dead man.

Fergal Jenner, my private lawman.

Have you made any progress?

So far, Jack, no.

The local archive is a cross between a rat's

nest and a teenager's bedroom.

It's by no means certain the papers on this one

were ever drawn up. And if that proved to be the case?

Well, you and Silas Burbage might

as well do pistol's at dawn.

Could come to that.

Someone mentioned that Jude Langham

is a fund of local knowledge.

It's no good asking Jude for an impartial view.

He's had a grudge against Finchers for years.

You sound like Adam.

Memories stay long in Ford Florey.

Hatred runs deep.

Who are you, Butch Cassidy or the Sundance Kid?

Side of law and order, Fergal, same as you.

(gunshots)

(galloping horses, cowboy yells)

I'm so sorry.

Oh, dear.

I tripped on something.

I am sorry.

These big feet.

Not the best introduction, I'm afraid.

I'm Susan Fincher.

Joyce Barnaby.

Tom Barnaby, husband.

And his feet.

Is it ruined?

- Oh, no, no, it's fine.

Well, what's going to happen next?

Well, I think my husband is about to get shot.

(gunshots)

(phone rings)

Jones.

Yeah, one of my office is called in a car registration.

Leo Fincher, Home Farm.

OK.

Any-- nine points.

OK, thanks.

Leo Fincher.

Seems you're a bit of a menace, like your dad.

Mr. Lane, Jude Lane?

Fergal Jenner.

I know.

You're the solicitor who's after the truth

about Burbage Swamp.

You call it Burbage Swamp?

So it is.

Any proof?

That's for me to know and you to find out.

And how would I go about that?

Well, you're a professional man, aren't you?

So you'll have heard, everything comes at a price.

(western mysterious music)

Your call, Mr. Bonny.

Whenever you're ready, Marshall.

Oh, it was great in those days.

No cautions, no (inaudible), no community service.

Just shoot them dead on Main Street.

(gunshots)

(audience applauding)

Jack!

He's alive.

Made too good a job of falling, I think.

Banged my head.

Gave you a fright, I expect.

Stage blood, sticky stuff.

It's all right, fellows, I'm OK.

No, no, sir, you were unconscious for a minute there.

You've got to let them have a look at you.

No, no, I'm fine.

Sorry to disappoint you, my dear.

Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby, Causton CID.

Ah, so I'm probably just appointing you too,

Chief Inspector.

Fake blood, blanks, no corpses.

I'm very much off duty, Mr.

Fincher, Jack Fincher.

Howdy.

No, I'm just here to enjoy the fair,

corpse is not on the agenda.

And I am enjoying it, a Wild West show.

Do it every year.

Give displays around the country too.

And we put on a good show.

Is he all right?

Yeah, yeah. Banged his head.

He was out for a few seconds.

Really, he'll be fine.

Made it much more realistic.

Perhaps next time they'll use real bullets.

Wouldn't that be dangerous?

Sir.

- Jones. - Hi, Ben.

Hi.

Any news on the shooter?

Oh, yes, sir.

I thought I'd take the opportunity

to talk to Mr. Fincher.

Oh, business and pleasure.

Not really.

Some mad man took out my wing mirror on the way here.

Catch him?

Got a number plate check.

Leo Fincher, Home Farm.

His car's in the car park with a shot gun in the front seat.

Finchers, hey?

Family with a liking for guns.

She's been shot.

That's about all I can say at the moment,

except that whoever shot her was a pretty good marksman.

Took her straight through the heart.

Faye.

Oh, my god, Faye.

No, no, no.

This is a crime scene.

The body is evidence, I'm afraid.

I'm sorry.

Do you know her?

Faye Lennox, she's my farm manager.

What happened?

All we know at the moment is that she was shot.

Shot?

That's impossible, how?

Well, I suppose someone had a gun.

I'd be grateful if you'd stay here a minute.

I've got a couple questions I want to ask you.

Seems a number of people volunteered for the witch.

They were taking it in turns.

She should have been replaced 10 minutes before she was shot

by one Mary Morgan, interestingly enough.

What is that interesting? Well, she was the one who reported

the incident yesterday.

Where is she?

Hasn't shown up, apparently.

Well, the shot must have been clearly audible.

Except that was there was a bank robbery

being staged in the main arena.

More noise than a gunfight at the OK Corral.

Which means he knew exactly when it was going to happen

and could pick his mark.

George, what was the trajectory?

The bullet entered left of the sternum,

did the fatal damage to the heart,

and exited under the rib cage.

So given the angle and the sight line,

the marksman was somewhere elevated.

Up there, for instance.

We believe that?

Probably not.

But you go first.

Direct line of the fire.

It's gun oil, fresh gun oil.

Means the weapon isn't much used.

Do you think that scrape's caused by the gun?

Could be.

Well, our man certainly thought it through, didn't he?

Vantage point, gunfire from the arena to cover

the shot, and a quick exit.

OK.

Time to ask some more questions.

Off you go.

Oh, my god.

They told me.

No one told me.

What?

What happened?

It would help if you took your mask off.

I was meant to be in the dunking stool.

It was my turn, but I was late.

I didn't-- I started off in time,

but I hadn't got more than 50 yards when the car broke down.

I had a puncture.

You.

Murderer.

Murderer!

He walked into my cottage and shot Danny in front of me.

Murderer!

What Mr. Fincher did was certainly illegal,

not murder though.

What action did we take?

Mrs. Morgan called in a homicide at 1850.

We put an APB on Jack Fincher, deployed in ARV

and full soccer team.

And when they arrived, they discovered

that the victim was your dog?

He said that Danny had been worrying his cattle.

Danny had been reported on a number of occasions.

Jack Fincher took the law into his own hands.

Mrs. Morgan, how well did you know Faye Lennox?

Not well.

I knew she was having it off with Jack Fincher.

Was she?

They made no secret of it.

That man always expects to get what he

wants, the swamp for instance.

The swamp?

Piece of land up by Home Farm, waste land, really.

Boggy, wants draining.

No one's ever done the job.

Why not?

Because Jack Fincher says it's his.

Silas Burbage says the same, it's been in dispute for years.

Sarge, there's trouble at the Last Chance Saloon.

There would be, yes.

Excuse me.

(people shouting) (punches

Break it up.

Break it up.

Police!

That's enough!

Going at it hammer and tongs.

Good job you left your gun in the car.

All right, gentlemen, what are you fighting about?

Ask him.

Ask the tow rag. - Enough!

He'd be phoning her 10 times a day.

Phoning who?

Faye.

He knew about her and my dad.

Everyone knew.

He thought that some cash in hand might do the job.

Go ahead and talk Dad into selling him the swamp.

Faye would never have done that.

She loved me.

She didn't love you.

She loved your money, you old fool.

Susan loved you.

Watch your mouth, boy.

Come near me again and you'll regret it.

that goes for the whole Fincher family.

Who's that other fellow?

That's Dan Malko.

Some travellers are camped on some wasteland close

to Fort Floyd Green.

Too close, as far as the locals are concerned.

Malko seems to be their spokesman.

All right.

Go and talk to him.

Meantime, I think I better go and have

another chat with Jack Fincher.

Where can I find Dan Malko?

Detective Sargent Jones, Causton CID.

I'm looking for Dan Malko.

You've found me.

Am I right for Home Farm?

It would be.

If I let you cross my land.

Better way, back to the road, go a mile, you'll see a sign.

I'm sorry.

I thought this was Fincher land.

(laugh)

You and Jack Fincher both.

It's not.

It's mine.

Ah, then you must be Silas Burbage, yeah?

That's me.

And this is the swamp, is it?

Who are you?

Oh, Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby, Causton CID.

Fincher sent you, did he?

No, no, he did not.

But look, if this isn't your land and you're fencing it off,

that is an illegal act, Mr. Burbage.

It's mine.

I know fine and well it's mine.

So does everyone else round here.

Oh, yeah.

Fincher's got some solicitor fellow checking the land date,

trying to stake his claim.

All he'll find is proof that it belongs to me, huh?

Yes, I want to buy that land.

Travellers don't want to travel all the time, Mr. Jones.

We need somewhere permanent, send the kids to school,

make a living.

Land doesn't come cheap.

Where will you get the money?

Investments.

These people have trades.

They work.

They pass some of the money to me. I invest it.

I don't have a trade, Mr. Jones.

I have a professional.

I'm an accountant.

That's right.

Some of us did get to go to school.

So we got the money and we come by it legally,

same as bankers.

Your problem is Jack Fincher won't sell.

Did you try to bribe Fay Lennox?

No.

I thought she might talk Finch around if the solicitor finds

proof that the land's his.

That's all.

Didn't do anything illegal.

Of course there are those saying it's Burbage land,

man called Jude Langham.

His family lived on the Fincher farm for years.

Talk to him.

So you're covering both possibilities.

I want the land.

(phone rings)

Don't give a damn who sells it to me.

Hold on.

Is that all?

For the time being.

You got a permit for that?

You think it would be sitting there if I didn't?

Go on.

We already agreed to price.

You threaten me again, there'll be

be another death in Ford Florey

So that's the next move, is it?

Hit the bottle?

What is it to you?

You know what you're like when you've been drinking.

She's dead.

Faye's dead.

Who would you care?

You're glad to be rid of her.

That's a dreadful thing to say. You always hated her.

Faye was a gold digger.

Leo thought so, too.

I'm not going to let you lay your hands on my money.

Or the farm.

You're forgetting something.

I'm still married to you.

It wasn't just a will Fergal's drawing up.

It's a petition for divorce. - Good.

Why did it take you so long?

You could have left any time you wanted. Not empty handed.

I'm going to take you for everything you've got.

No, no, no.

That's enough.

(coughing, choking)

He would have killed me.

Mr. Fincher, what I've just seen

constitutes a criminal offence.

If your wife wants to press charges.

She won't.

She just wants paying off.

What do you mean by that?

Private matter.

Sir, a murder has just been committed.

Nothing is private, especially about your relationship

with Faye. I want to--

Silas Burbage is fencing the swamp.

What?

He's out there now with some farmhands, fencing it off.

Right?

He wants a war?

That's what he'll get.

Don't you dare.

If what Silas Burbage is doing proves illegal,

then he'll be held to account.

And if you do anything stupid, the same thing applies.

In either case, the law will deal with it.

Usual please, Fred.

Thanks.

He's been drinking.

I don't know who killed her.

But whoever it was--

Did us a favour?

Is that what you were going to say?

I wouldn't put it quite like that.

But we both thought she was after Jack's money.

If anyone could have talked Jack into selling the swamp,

it would have been Faye.

No.

He never would have sold.

But why not?

The land's barren.

But it's our land, Susan, Fincher land.

You just never understood about that, have you?

No. And I never will.

I've got an errand to run.

Hey.

Who are you pushing?

(sounds of a fight)

Come on, Burbage!

(inaudible) Ah!

(siren blaring)

Mrs. Fincher.

He was found by a farm worker.

He is being questioned now, but he had

nothing to do with this at all.

One of Silas Burbage's men.

No.

Our time of death is estimated amazing between 8:00

and 11:00 yesterday evening.

This miserable little patch of land.

Tom.

Excuse me.

Whoever did this was something of an expert.

The rope was tight around his ankle.

If he had been dragged by his neck, decapitation.

Around the body, and have being dragged head first,

not nice, but a chance to escape perhaps.

But around the ankles, no escape.

And he would have suffered before he died.

Sir.

Up there.

Silas Burbage or Dan Malko, which?

I went to the pub.

Susan was there.

We talked for a bit.

And then she left.

One of the travellers started a ruck.

Your blokes were called. I gave my witness statement.

Then I went home.

Do you really think that I murdered my own father?

So you came straight home?

That's right.

And your father wasn't here?

He'd been drinking heavily all day.

I assumed he'd gone to bed.

And what did you do?

I went to bed myself.

It's not much of an alibi, is it? No, it isn't.

Tell me about the relationship between your father

and your stepmother.

Ask Susan.

I'm asking you.

They've been at odds for a while.

That's a polite way of putting it.

Jack had come to dislike me.

I don't knew what I did to make that happen.

So why didn't you end it?

I could've left, but he decided I should get

nothing, no money, no property.

While we were still married, I had a claim.

You don't need me for this, do you?

I'm so sorry, Leo.

Sure, I know.

Silas Burbage or Dan Malko.

Well, it's a theory.

Burbage wants to sell the land.

Malko wants to buy it.

Jack Fincher was the stumbling block.

There's another man, Jude Langham.

He seems to know all about the swamp and who owns it.

Better go and talk to Jude Langham.

Meantime I'll go up to Stern Hill Farm

and see Silas Burbage.

Silas.

(inaudible)

So, things are a little different now

with Jack Fincher dead, yeah?

You mean murdered.

But it's an ill wind.

Now he has a son and a wife they'll

likely contend the swamp.

Fincher set that solicitor up to find the land deeds.

Still, that won't do me any favours, will it?

As we know.

Good.

Then do we have a deal?

Everything being equal.

Except we haven't set the price yet.

Well, I pay what the land is worth.

That's what we agreed.

We shook on it.

Traveler's law, is it?

The honour of the traveller.

Something like that, yeah.

Well, there's the law of the Burbages

to be taken into consideration too.

Which states that the seller sets the price.

You're a crook, Burbage.

That's rich, coming from you.

Your people have been robbing decent folk for years.

We got an agreement, yes.

That doesn't make you my blood brother.

Hm?

(crash)

(knocking)

Mr. Langham?

Jude Langham? - That's me.

I'm Detective Sargent Jones, Causton, CID.

It's a beautiful piece of work.

Known as My Father.

It'll go in St. Mary's with the church warden there.

Stain glass always been your trade?

Started out as a carpenter.

Local man at a glass workshop, he taught me.

It's not a trade.

It's an art.

Your family have live in Ford Florey for a long time,

haven't they?

We can trace five generations probably go back further.

And you used to live on the Fincher farm.

Ah.

That's what you've come about.

The swamp. - Yeah.

I'm told you believe the land belongs to Silas Burbage.

I don't believe.

I know.

You have proof of it?

Always spoken of as Burbage land.

No one ever said different.

It's all the proof I need.

Jack Fincher wouldn't agree.

Don't speak that man's name here.

Jack Fincher killed my father.

Sorry?

We were friends when we were kids, Jack Fincher and me.

My family lived in a cottage on his land, always had done.

My father when he was a boy, his father before him.

Then when he married that woman,

she got him to throw us out.

My dad was 84 years old.

You had tenants' rights, surely.

Never a proper agreement, only a handshake

between my grandfather and his.

Well, a handshake means a lot around here, Mr. Jones,

or used anyway.

Well, squatters rights, then.

My father was a proud man.

He wouldn't stay where he wasn't wanted.

We packed up.

We got out.

Council house.

We got there, took to his bed, turned his face to the wall.

Within a month he were dead.

Jack Fincher was murdered last night.

I know.

Mary Morgan told me.

It's bad luck to speak ill of the dead.

I know that.

But where Jack Fincher's concerned, I'll take the risk.

OK.

Thank you.

Jude Langham here.

I think I've got something you want.

Good morning.

Morning.

I'm looking for Silas Burbage.

Not here I'm afraid.

I'm Adam Burbage, his son.

Oh, yes.

Billy the Kid.

Have you got any idea where your father might be?

Out on the farm somewhere, I suppose.

You suppose?

Sorry. I remember you from yesterday, but.

Oh yeah, sorry.

Beg your pardon.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby from Causton CID.

Well, you see I don't live here,

Mr. Barnaby, or work here.

I'm not a farmer.

You're not?

No, I'm an optician.

My consulting rooms are in the village.

But I am a member of the Ford Florey Wild West Society,

founding member in fact.

We stable some of the horses here.

I'm just doing my bit.

Well, perhaps you could speak to him.

Tell him he can phone me any of these numbers.

Leave a message.

Is it about Jack Fincher?

Yeah, in part.

They weren't the best of friends.

I know that.

But my father would never kill a man.

It's not in his nature.

You can't imagine how many times I've heard that said.

Thank you.

(phone rings)

Hello?

No.

You've got the wrong Burbage.

No, that's the number of my consulting room.

The call's been automatically forwarded.

What do you--

She's late.

It's not like her, is it?

Never mind.

She'll be along directly.

(smashing, crashing)

(yell)

(sounds of a struggle)

(thud)

Jude!

Oh, Jude!

Oh, my god!

Oh!

What happened?

What happened?

Mary, (inaudible).

(inaudible)

Oh, my god.

We weren't the best of friends,

but I'm sorry he's dead.

Not the best of friends?

You were sworn enemies.

I hope you're not suggesting that I

had something to do with it. Oh, no, Silas.

Of course not.

You're a fool, but I don't think you're a murderous fool.

Even so, I expect the police will be paying you a visit

if they haven't already.

I'm hard to find.

Do you want a drink?

Vodka and tonic.

Double, if that's OK.

I think I can afford it.

Large vodka and tonic.

You spoke to them, though, the police?

Of course.

And then there was, what's her name?

Faye.

Faye Lennox.

That's right.

Bad business all around.

You know what he was giving her one.

I did know that, Silas, yes.

So, what is it you want, aside from a large vodka?

You're in trouble.

Am I?

Stonehill Farm is failing.

You need capital.

That's my business.

It could be mine.

You know Jack engaged a solicitor to search

for the deeds to the swamp. And when he finds those papers,

they'll prove my ownership.

Just suppose Jenner finds the papers

and they prove that the swamp belongs to Jack Fincher.

I'm his widow.

I inherit.

Oh, right.

So if it turns out to be your land

you sell it to the travellers.

And if it can't be decided one way or the other,

I might be looking for a business partner.

- Who called you out? - Good evening.

He's not dead?

Well, she thought he was.

Took a hell of a whack to the head.

- Is he going to be all right? - Permanent damage, you mean?

Yeah.

Too soon to tell for sure but I don't think so.

His mobile, sir.

Last three calls are interesting.

Leah Fincher, Dan Malko, and Adam Burbage.

Sir.

Yes.

Place has been ransacked,

but it doesn't look like a robbery.

His wallet's on the side board, untouched.

- The woman who found him? - Mary Morgan.

Oh.

Mary Morgan, the woman whose dog was shot.

Yeah.

Mrs. Morgan?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby from Causton CID.

May I ask you please, why were you calling on Mr. Langham?

I was bringing Jude his dinner.

His dinner, why?

Jude's on his own.

He works very hard.

Sometimes he forgets to eat.

We look out for one another.

Tell me what happened.

The only thing he said was, back of the chimney.

Pardon?

Back of the chimney.

That's what he said.

Look, is there anything else you want me for?

Because I'd like to get to the hospital.

Yes, of course that'll be fine.

Someone's taken your details.

I do hope he's all right.

Please God.

Back of the chimney.

Yeah.

Go on.

Nah, don't see anything.

Well, a ledge.

There might be a ledge.

Feel about.

(clanging)

Ah, well, there is something.

But I can't quite--

ah!

(falling debris)

Oh, no, no, no, James.

But I don't think that's what we're looking for.

Sir, they found something in the workshop.

(coughing)

George, what's that?

Could be Jude Langham's.

It's more likely Langham pulled it

from the neck of his attacker.

What's that, is it a hieroglyph?

Kabbalah?

Not sure.

Something a Romany might work out.

Oh, I'll take that.

By the way, Tom, I've got the forensic reports on the bullet

that killed Faye Lennox.

Very odd. - Why?

Well, given the range and accuracy,

it had to be a rifle and you'd expect a .33

calibre but it was a 44.40.

What's that?

Exactly. We don't come across them in the UK.

And I was talking to somebody in the gun squad.

And apparently the first and most famous example of that

load was the 44.40 WCF, the letters stand

for Winchester Centre Fire, otherwise

known as the Winchester 73.

The gun that won the West.

Uh, huh.

Thank you, George.

George found this in Judge Langham's workshop.

Could be from the attacker.

No, don't get your sooty fingers all over, just look.

Well, what is it?

Gypsy charm?

We'll ask Dan Malko.

I have to take a shower, sir.

Oh, no, no, Jones, no time for that.

Mrs. Barnaby keeps wet wipes in the glove

compartment over there.

Help yourself.

Hello, Sue.

Oh!

I almost passed out, you moron.

Sorry, I should have told you I was going to be here.

Yes, or perhaps you'd like to tell me why you're here

and how you got in.

And who gave you leave to help yourself to the whiskey?

Well, in no particular order, key, over the lentil

as many people know.

Whiskey, bit a liberty, I agree, but is only the blended.

Reason for visit, to see Leo, who asked me to call.

So here I am.

But he is not.

What did he want to talk to you about?

Search of the deeds, I imagine.

What else?

All right if I have another?

Why is it taking so long?

Well, documents get misplaced, you know,

filed under a variant name, transferred,

wrongly categorised.

We need to get it settled.

Of course you do.

With Jack gone, the inheritance and so forth.

It's vital.

I agree.

Especially since you're keen to sell,

I imagine and Leo would kill to prevent it.

Figure of speech, sorry.

- Fergal. - What?

I know Jack was intending to change his will.

Do you?

To favour Faye.

Did he talk to you about it?

I could never understand Jack.

Woman like you as his wife and he looked elsewhere.

A woman like you to take to his bed,

That travel there, sir.

Right, we'll do Dan Malko first,

then we'll go find Leo Fincher.

Ah, Detective Chief Barnaby--

No, no, no.

Let me, let me, let me.

(muttering)

That was very impressive.

What did you say?

Do you want to buy some lucky white heather?

Mr. Malko.

Mr. Barnaby.

Mr. Malko, a man was seriously assaulted

earlier this evening,

Jude Langham.

And your name was on his dialled calls list.

He did call me, yeah.

What did he say?

I didn't speak to him.

He left a message.

Which said what?

Asked me to call him.

And did you?

Just said, we never spoke.

Someone gets battered, travellers the first call.

It never changes.

I resent that remark, sir.

Several people on that list.

We shall be talking to them all.

There is no prejudice.

There's always prejudice.

Mr. Malko, I understand that you

are trying to buy the swampland to help your people.

And I do applaud that.

But two murders have been committed

and there are questions to be asked about this.

Take a look at that.

What do you want to know?

Does that symbol mean anything to you?

Yeah.

That's the ancient Romany symbol for bullshit.

Did Jack change his will?

No, my darling, he didn't.

And will the deeds be found?

And will they favour you?

The thing about these old documents,

they're notoriously ambiguous and open to interpretation.

And if the documents are found, I'm

sure I could guarantee that they prove whatever

you want them to prove.

In return for--

Well, in return for a piece of the profits

and a piece of you.

Ah!

Oh!

You're going to regret that, you bitch!

Some other time.

Who was that?

Fergal Jenner, solicitor.

And what was he soliciting?

I want to talk to your stepson, if he's here, please.

He's not I'm afraid.

In fact, I've no idea where Leo is.

Look, are you driving back into Ford Florey.

I will be, yeah.

Could you give me a lift?

I think I'll get a room at the pub.

Home Farm doesn't seem much like home just at the moment.

OK, fine.

Give me five minutes.

Thanks.

I'll send someone for my car in the morning.

I expect it's a bit feeble.

But with what's been happening, and Fergal.

No, no, no.

You're quite right.

You take care.

Oh, Mrs. Fincher.

Before you go, I wonder, do you recognise this?

Where did you find it?

You do recognise it?

It's the astrological sign, for Leo.

Leo Fincher, yeah?

He wears it all the time.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Be with you in a minute.

Mr. Barnaby.

Mr. Burbage.

I'm told that you are the expert on the Wild West.

Wild west is not a term I'd use.

Is it not?

Early American history.

Ah, yes, of course.

Well, I'm sorry, but you are the archivist of the society,

are you not?

Yes.

When was the last time you had an eye test, Mr. Barnaby?

Eye test?

You were looking at the test card and squinting.

Ah, yeah, well, my eye sight is pretty good.

Let's see.

Can you read the fifth line of the chart, please?

Z, H, N, E, V. You told me that you

were a founding member of the--

Of the Society, yes.

I've always been interested.

The true history American frontier is very different

from the fanciful Hollywood version of things.

Sixth line.

H, S, B, U, S, D?

For example.

For example, one of my favourite characters,

Henry McCarty,

Henry McCarty.

I don't think I've heard of him.

Yes, you have, also known as William H. Bonney.

Oh, Billy, the Kid, the role you took when you were having

a shootout with Jack Fincher.

That's right.

Yeah.

And your families have been feuding forever, haven't they?

Don't read anything into it, Mr. Barnaby.

My father disputes are none of my business.

Tell me, Mr. Burbage, what is it all about?

What is this fascination with the Old West then?

Life's dull, don't you think?

One thing after another, then you die.

Bit of romance, bit of adventure, the fantasy,

if you like, why not?

Sixth line?

H, Z, R, U, P, D. Tell me, what

do you know about the Winchester Centre Fire rifle?

Winchester 73, so-called because that

was its year of manufacture.

And does the Ford Florey Wild West Society, do they

own any of these Winchesters?

Oh, good lord, no.

The gun's a real collector's piece, costs a fortune.

We use stage guns.

Now, is the circle in the red stronger or in the green?

Mr. Langham.

I'll get you coffee and the paper.

Just the coffee, I've had enough bad news.

Did you find him?

Not yet, no.

He smashed it up.

He smashed my dad's memorial window.

Can you give me any kind of description?

He was wearing one of those balaclavas,

where you only see the eyes.

Tall, short, heavy, slim?

Did he say anything?

It all happened so fast.

It's gone.

Windows destroyed.

When I were a younger man, I'd have broken his bones.

I believe you.

Oh, by the way, we looked behind the chimney like you said,

very interesting.

I said?

To Mrs. Morgan.

Oh, well, right.

You know everything then, don't you?

What made you think of hiding it there?

Good a place as any.

Went there once a long time ago.

Best holiday of my life.

I wonder if anyone's ever made it to the top.

I wonder.

- You look straight ahead in that spot.

Are you making any progress?

I hear Jude Langham was attacked,

on top of everything else.

Well, we're following up some interesting leads.

Is it safe?

Sorry.

Is it safe?

Is what?

Is it safe?

You know, to walk the streets at night.

People must be worried.

Well, it's not Dodge City, Mr. Burbage.

Tell me, why is your father so eager to sell his farm?

Farming isn't what it was.

He's run up some debts.

Selling that acreage would solve the problem.

So he's very anxious to have proof of ownership, is he?

He'll get it.

Now, you're presbyopic, astigmatic,

and have a slight tendency to red green colorblindness.

Otherwise, no problem.

Mr. Jones.

You saw, didn't you, earlier?

You saw me kissing him.

Mrs. Morgan, you got a flat tyre.

Otherwise it would have been you in the ducking stool.

I see what you are thinking.

But no, I called.

I said I was going to be late and that Faye would have to be

the witch until I got there.

People knew.

Look, I've got to get back.

I've got his dinner to cook.

He can't bear hospital food.

- Went there once, a long time ago.

Best holiday of my life.

Wonder if anyone has ever made it to the top.

Trimbly Rock.

Ah, ha!

Here I am, Jude, my love.

Leo Fincher was shot, pool of blood

puts time of death between 8:00 and 9:30 last night.

When was he tied to the horse?

Um, it's close.

(inaudible) fall of rain last night,

but it's been dry ever since.

Walked around all night with a corpse on its back.

Yeah.

Mr. Barnaby, it was something and nothing, you know?

Susan Finch and I are old friends.

Frankly, I had had a bit too much to drink.

After which you got in your car and drove away.

Yes, not a night to remember, perhaps.

You're looking for proof of ownership.

This could be it. - Ah.

It's an agreement between Caleb Burbage

and Noel Fincher, the grandfathers.

But, it's not a legal document, I'm afraid.

If anything, it suggests the land was in dispute back then.

The search continues.

In fact, I'm off to the archive right now.

After you left Home Farm last night, Mr. Jenner?

Went home, went to bed.

Anyone to vouch for that?

Sadly, no.

Threatening behaviour, inappropriate sexual contact,

drunken driving, if you go on like this,

sir, you might find yourself in need of a solicitor,

a good solicitor.

Obviously Jude Langham thought it was proof

and that he could get a good price for it.

Which is why he phoned Dan Malko and Leo Fincher.

Play one off against the other.

Someone thought it was a dangerous document

or he wouldn't have been attacked.

And if it did favour the Burbage claim,

then the likely suspect would be Leo Fincher.

Who wasn't exactly available for questioning.

Oh, just the man.

Right.

You go and talk to Jenner's neighbours.

See if anyone remembers him getting back last night.

In the meantime, I'll treat myself to a lunch time pint.

Very nice.

You want the land, don't you?

Right, now, what to do about it?

Someone wants a word.

I'll leave you to it.

Mr. Burbage.

You're a difficult fellow to track down.

I run a farm.

It involves a bit more than sitting behind a desk,

fiddling crime figures. - Thank you.

Actually it's crime figures I want to talk to you about.

Listen, there have been three violent deaths in Ford

Florey in the last two days.

Where were you when those deaths occurred?

I live on my own since my wife passed on.

I haven't got a working clock in the house.

I haven't got a television.

I go to work with the sun. I go to bed when I feel tired.

If you told me when those people died,

I wouldn't be able to tell you where I was

or what I was doing.

You stable some of the Wild West Society's ponies

and horses up at your farm, don't you?

Are you a member of that society?

Used to be.

Better rider than any of them.

Quicker on the draw, too.

Bang.

Why did you leave?

Being near to Fincher with a gun gave me too many ideas.

He's gone.

No one knows where he is.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Morgan.

What are you talking about?

Jude.

His bed was empty.

No one knows where he is.

He's gone.

Malko!

Malko!

It's gone.

The police have found it.

I know.

They showed it to Fergal Jenner.

And it's worthless.

So if you thought you were sitting on a nest egg, Langham,

you better think again.

What are you doing here?

Are you all right?

I don't know what happened.

You shouldn't be driving.

No.

All right.

I'm so sorry.

I was going out to the farm to get a change of clothes.

Well, better leave it for a while, hey?

I will, yes.

(sirens)

Well, he hasn't been dead long.

The archivist says she gave him the references

half an hour ago.

Sounds about right.

20 minutes to at the most.

Pages torn out.

Yeah, all from the C section, none from B, none from the S.

But who's name begins with C?

No one we know.

That is a boning knife.

And the bullet that killed Leo Fincher?

44.40 load.

There's been a pretty strong lead to the Wild West Society

all through this, too strong perhaps.

Did your friend from the gun squad,

did they say that the. shell could only be

fired from a Winchester rifle?

No, no.

It could be used on various sniper

rifles, even a 44 handgun.

Handgun?

Yeah.

Mr. Malko!

- I was just arriving.

- Or just leaving.

Fergal Jenner has been murdered.

Happened an hour ago.

Oh, that's great.

That's just wonderful.

And of course it'll be that gypo, won't it?

It will be the diddy (inaudible).

I didn't say that.

You knew Jenner was at the archive.

He phone me.

Said he found the deeds to the swamp.

You know, I'd already make him an offer, but he wanted more.

Did he say who the deeds favoured?

It's Burbage land.

Deeds were put in a safe to keep.

Grandfather's first name?

At the outset, I had a deal with Silas.

If the deeds showed it was Burbage land,

we'd pay Jenner's price so the land could be sold on to me.

If not, Jenner would fake a document favouring

Silas for the same price.

Only problem is price keep going up.

I could pay a fair (inaudible), but I

ain't got that kind of money.

Neither did Silas Burbage.

No?

Well, it's his land anyway.

And Jenner's dead.

So you'll do a deal with Silas.

Looks that way, yeah.

Job done.

Hey!

Hey!

Whoa!

Ah!

Don't tell me.

Wet wipes in the glove compartment.

(rattling)

This marmalade is thick cut.

It's the sort you like.

Why do you buy thick cut?

You prefer it.

Hand delivered.

Seems like there's a lipstick in it.

I prefer thin cut.

No, you don't.

More lethal weaponry.

eaponBut not always.

Aces and eights.

Dead man's hand.

(phone rings)

Hi.

No, listen, I'm going away for a while.

I think it's better that way.

Yes, of course I'm coming back.

Yes, of course.

Of course, I'm coming back.

(smack)

She's checked out and gone home.

- Hop in.

- Are they going to kill Sue Fincher now?

- Lipstick, Jones, lipstick.

Sometimes most lethal than a bullet.

Where are you going, Mrs. Fincher?

As far away as I can get.

With Faye dead, then Jack and Leo, now Fergal Jenner,

someone's got a list.

There's a good chance, my name has reached the top.

- Guess you could be right.

(gunshots)

Inside.

Run.

Run inside!

(gunshot)

(gunshots)

(inaudible) Immediate assistance required!

ARZ, gun squad, Just deploy whoever

you can as fast as you can.

(gunshots and crashing glass)

Send her out!

Send the woman out!

That's Adam Burbage out there, no?

Billy the Kid.

- Send her out and the rest of you can go.

(gunshot)

I think he wants to talk to you.

Talk?

He wants to kill me.

(gunshot) If I go out there, I'm dead.

Yeah, I know.

Because you were running out on him, weren't you?

How long before the cavalry get here?

I'd say 15 minutes.

Well, this (inaudible).

Nothing.

Well look about!

You stood to gain the most, didn't you?

You get the farm, with all your other payments.

(gunshots and glass breaking)

- Send the woman out!

You couldn't be the killer, could you?

Because for every murder, you had an alibi.

(gunshots)

- Send her out!

Send the woman out!

And how perfect those of alibis were, huh?

When Faye Lennox was being shot, you were talking

to my wife, unforgettable.

So you couldn't be the one who shot Faye Lennox.

But your accomplice could do the job for you, couldn't he?

Plenty of time for him to get round

from the shootout in Main Street to the Helter Skelter.

(gunshot)

How long did he say?

What, for help to arrive?

15 minutes, could be half an hour.

(gunshot)

But you didn't have an alibi when Jude Langham was attacked,

did you?

But then Leo did say it had nothing to do with you.

I knew it had to him, the way Leo

and Jack talked about Fincher land,

as if it were a different god.

- And the Finchers don't take

kindly to being threatened.

(gunshot)

- Send her out!

For god's sake, do something.

He's mad!

Nothing.

Just Fincher's gun from the Wild West show.

What, a couple of pot shots at him?

They're blanks.

We know that.

But he doesn't.

(gunshots)

OK, so he thinks you're a lousy shot.

You or me, Wyatt.

You or me.

(gunshot)

What did you offer him?

Money?

Or something more than that?

Yes, it was, wasn't it?

And now he's in love with you.

- One thing led to another.

I just thought he was an attractive man

who might be some use to me.

I didn't realise how disturbed he was.

He had a collection of Western guns, Winchester,

Colt 45, Buntline, all authentic.

(gunshot) - And you saw a way of making

those mad little dramas in his head work to your advantage.

- I told him that with Faye out of the way,

and Jack and Leo, I'd inherit the farm.

I'd sell up, and we'd go away somewhere.

- Go where?

Deadwood?

Dodge City.

- Send her out or I'll come and get her.

(gunshots)

(inaudible)

William H. Bonney.

Billy the Kid.

- They're not murders to him, are they?

They're like little movies, with him as the hero.

- A movie, you said, like a movie.

And it was.

I was directing.

He was the star.

- And with Fay out of the way, you would inherit.

But first, Jack had to die.

(inaudible)

And you could organise your alibis, while Adam

acted out his cowboy fantasies.

- Who are you, Jesse James?

No.

Billy the Kid.

(gunshot)

- Fergal Jenner was an entirely

different proposition.

He'd actually found real evidence that the swamp

was indeed Burbage land.

You were wrong, so wrong.

So you better start thinking about naming a price.

- Well, you could have paid for a fake document,

couldn't you? But then you'd have to depend

on Jenner keeping his mouth shut.

And once a blackmailer, always a blackmailer.

What are you doing here?

- And all those people have to die

so you could inherit a farm?

As a farm, it would fetch a fair sum.

As prime development land, it's worth a small fortune.

- You won't give up?

OK.

I'm calling you out, man to man.

(gunshot)

Where are they? The back up, where are they?

It was five minutes, five minutes ago.

I came back for some clothes.

How stupid is that?

I could be clear and away.

- No, you couldn't be.

Not before you had implicated Adam.

Once he realised you had abandoned him, too dangerous

letting him on the loose.

Now, Mrs. Fincher, you sent me this note and this poem.

You expected to be long gone before Adam

Burbage was arrested.

I told Adam we'd wait until things had calmed down.

I'd sell the farm.

He'd sell his business.

Then we'd go away together.

Then once he realised the truth, you'd be far, far away.

(gunshots)

Time's up!

Make your play, Wyatt.

Oh, wonderful.

They decided to take a shortcut and got stuck in the swamp.

Time's up!

All right.

It's time to end this.

No, sir.

You can't.

Yes, we can.

If he gets in here, he's going to kill her.

Now, I got one shot at this.

Whenever you're ready.

(gunshots)

More lethal than lipstick.

Guess you were just too fast for me, Wyatt.

(sirens)

And a very good show, Ben.

Thank you for it.

You took a hell of a risk.

He could have shot you as soon as you stepped into the yard.

Oh, no, no, Jones. That's not the way it works.

He called me out.

So he had to wait for me to draw first.

Code of the West.

(dramatic music)