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I think Tucker´s wasting
his time. Don´t you?

I reckon Jude´s stood you up.

And what´s it to you?

Not much.

Then mind
your own damn business.

-Now then, lads!

Now then!

Yeah, off he goes,
running to the boss.

Forget it.

Come on, Tucker.
I´ll buy you another drink.

And I´m sure we´re
all most grateful to him

for making the time
to be with us here tonight --

Assistant Chief Constable
Fisher.

Okay, Chef.
All clear.

Henry, I´ve got it!

Got what?

The Bishops Cider account!

Oh! Oh, great.
Oh, that´s wonderful, Margaret.

And Bob Bishop
has invited us both

to Haybury races tomorrow
as his guests!

Oh, great!

Uh, yeah.
Well, I don´t know.

Oh, come on, Henry.
It´ll be fun.

Oh, go on, Chef.

Don´t worry about us.
We´ll manage.

Won´t we, Gary?

Yeah, but you see, I was
planning to spend tomorrow

working on the new menu.

Yes, I´ll tell you what --

You come with me
to the races tomorrow,

and I won´t ask you
how much it cost.

H

Oh, you mean the sorbetière?

-Ice cream maker.

Well, I-I was
going to mention it.

So it´s a deal?

Or shall we have that little
talk about the overdraft?

Hello?

Is that you, boss?

And as Councilor Bishop
has highlighted,

partnership is the key to the
modern police-service approach.

Hear, hear.

Take, for instance,
the vexed question of graffiti

which regularly defaces the
walls and buildings of Barstock.

Together, the police
and the people...

I just don´t like canapés.
That´s all.

Henry, try not to look
so miserable.

Don´t you like the food?

It´s not food.
It´s jewelry.

Oh!
Devils on horseback.

Margaret!

-Bob!

Good of you to come.

Oh.
Bob, this is Henry.

Ah. The cooking policeman.

Come and have a look
at the portrait.

What the hell´s the matter
with him?

He´s missing his lad.

Still no sign of Tucker, then?

Hell!

Look, I´d better get changed.

And the only two things old
Joshua ever gave a damn about --

cider and horses.

So this all a bit of
a family tradition, all of this.

Well, he certainly looks
quite a character.

He was a bit of a roughneck,
actually.

He put the fear of God into
a number of bookies at times.

Oh, uh...

Henry, I´d value your opinion
on the méthode champenoise.

Right.

Thank you.

Well, it´s a perry
rather than just a cider.

Correct.

Well, it´s...

It´s crisp.
Light.

Full of fruit.

It´s very pleasant.
Cheers.

Oh, Liz!

I don´t believe
you´ve met my daughter.

Liz, this is
Henry and Margaret Crabbe.

-Hello.

Well, I can see you´ve inherited
old Josh´s racing blood.

Yes.

Like Uncle Tony.

My little brother
runs Larkhill Stables,

where I keep Bishops Vintage --
my nag.

Ah.

Which will win today, I trust?

Oh, he´s looking pretty good.

We should...

Oh, yes.
Of course.

If you´ll excuse us?

Good luck.

Emma?

Morning.

Good morning, sir.

-Shh!

That´s Emma Bishop.
Bob´s wife.

Who?

Councilor Emma Bishop.

She´s the new chair
of the police authority.

Oh, well, that would explain it.

Never mind about Freddy Fisher.

Fun, Henry, remember?
Fun.

All I´m saying is, I wouldn´t
mind the odd day off meself.

Oh, shut up, Henderson.

We´re not exactly
rushed off our feet.

Can´t resist a new toy, can he,
old Crabbe?

Uh, it was
my suggestion, actually.

Customer?

Bit tasty, as it happens.

Anyway, you´re always on at Chef

to buy more of
your strawberries, aren´t you?

Yeah?

Well, there´s nothing like
fresh strawberry ice cream.

Right.
Great idea!

Table for one?

Nickie!

Sorry?

It is Nickie.

Stella.
Stella Jackson.

Oh.

See, that´s Bob´s horse there,
number 5 --

6-to-4 favorite --
Bishops Vintage.

He´s beautiful, isn´t he?

Mm.

It´s good lean meat, too,
I believe.

-Very low cholesterol.
-Henry.

Well,
Vintage doesn´t look happy.

And that´s not his usual lad.
Where´s Tucker?

God knows.

Ben didn´t show up this morning
for some reason.

It´s not a problem, Dad.

It better not be.

I´ve got a packet on this.

Actually, I think
I prefer Derby Lad.

Number 9.
5-year-old.

10 to 1, he likes the going,
and he´s a £7 claimant.

What´s that in English?

Margaret, you´re not proposing

to actually put cash
on this creature?

Well, of course I am.

A race card isn´t any different
to a stock forecast, is it?

It´s all in the figures.
Isn´t it?

Margaret.

Trust me.
I´m an accountant.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, please.
Thank you.

Actually, I´m just checking out
the competition.

I´m working for Palatine,
the hotels group.

On temporary placement
as manager at The Oak Tree.

And you´re waitressing now?

That´s right, yeah.

And that´s...
How is that?

It´s fine.

Well, that´s great.

You know, I always admired that
about you, Nickie.

I mean, the whole ambition
thing

Excuse me.

What did
I tell you?

With odds like that, it´s not
gambling, it´s an investment.

Margaret, you never fail
to amaze me.

Well, I hope not.
Come on.

Let´s get the winnings.

Whoa.
Don´t pull me!

Sorry, Dad.

He just faded completely
in the last two furlongs.

That´s racing.
These things happen.

Yeah, rather a lot
just recently.

Now, look, Bob!

Well, if he´d had
his own lad with him...

It´s not my fault if the little
bastard didn´t show up.

Oh, yes?
Whose fault is it, then?

Dad, Uncle Tony, please!

80, 90 -- Oh, it´s £100.

-Mm.

Oh, the Bishops don´t seem
very happy, do they?

What?

Back in a minute.

Why do you always have to have
someone to blame?

Mr. Bishop.
You´re called for a test.

Oh, great!

What is this?

Dope test, Dad.

No panic.
It´s just routine. Okay?

Well, it´s been so lovely
seeing you again, Nickie.

-And looking so contented.

-Okay, I´ve got it.

-Uh, bye, Stella.

Pie in the Sky.

-I´ll be popping in again.
-Yeah, bye.

Yeah, okay.
Thanks.

So who was that, then?

Just somebody
I went to school with.

Shut up, Henderson!

What´s wrong
with the bloody animal today?

Go on, Vintage!

Go on!
Come on!

Try opening the other stall.
Give him a bit more room.

Keep him steady, Jude.

Oh, bloody hell!

Boss!
It´s Tucker.

This is a special announcement
for Mr. Henry Crabbe.

Would Mr. Henry Crabbe
make his way

to the lorry parking area
immediately, please?

Cambridge.
You as well?

What´s going on?

Don´t know.

But I´m sure
we´ll soon find out.

Ah, good.

We´ve got a body.
In the horse box.

Head wound.

This way.

It´s quite warm today,
wouldn´t you say?

Yes, I would, sir.

Hmm.

Uh...

There´s a torch with what could
be the victim´s blood on it.

Maybe even fingerprints.

Make sure you get a good shot
of that, won´t you?

-Okay.
-Thanks.

I want this whole area
sealed off.

No one in or out.

But discreetly, Constable.

Don´t want the media getting in
on the act before we´re ready.

Who is he?
Do we know?

His name´s Ben Tucker.
One of my stable lads.

God, this is awful.

Awful.

He was supposed to travel
with us this morning,

but he was late,

so we had to leave him
to make his own way down.

Someone must have
seen him arrive.

I´ve got a man
checking the main gate now.

I thought I said --

Oh, I´m sorry, Miss Bishop.

I didn´t recognize you
for a moment.

Can I ask who drove the lorry
this morning?

Well, I did.

-Yes, of course.

Mr. Fisher.
The list you wanted.

Everyone with access
to this area.

That should narrow the field
a bit.

Crabbe, over here.

I think we could be looking

at a quick result
on this one, Crabbe.

The head lad there
found the body.

Claims to know nothing.

Probably a row over a bet
or something.

So you´re assuming
that Tucker was killed

here in the racecourse, sir?

Aren´t you?

Well, I´m no pathologist,

but rigor mortis seems to be
quite well established,

which puts the time of death
at least 12 hours ago.

And judging by the way
he was dressed

and the fact that he was
also carrying a torch...

Could have happened last night

while the truck
was still at the stables.

Which would explain why
he failed to turn up for work.

Exactly.

Just what I was thinking.

All right, Henry,
this could be a tricky one.

I´m putting you and Cambridge
onto it.

But in view
of the family connection,

I want to be kept informed
of every move.

-Sir.

Well, I think everything´s
pretty much under control.

You´ll have to make alternative
transport arrangements,

I´m afraid, Mr. Bishop.

Forensics are going to need
your lorry for quite a while.

-Damn!
-Sorry.

Tom!

Cambridge, when the SOCO boys
are done here,

would you send them up
to Mr. Bishop´s stables?

Right, um...
Carry on, Inspector.

Sir.

Evening, Chef.

Hello, Gary.

Henry, you look exhausted.

Yeah.

I´ve been questioning
Tony Bishop.

And he´s not exactly overfond
of policemen.

His brother´s a real charmer,
though, isn´t he?

Oh, Bob? Yes.

Took a shine to you, didn´t he?

Talk about fun at the races.

-Oh, fine.

Nicola was a bit out of sorts.
I sent her home early.

I´d better go up.

It´s the first day
on the Bishop account tomorrow.

Got to make a good impression.

Night-night, Margaret.

This new machine
is tremendous, Chef.

I did a test run with some
straight custard-based vanilla.

-No, thanks, Gary.

Tell you the truth,

I´m not really
in a vanilla sort of mood.

Hello.
Yeah, I want a taxi, please.

-To --

Oh. Uh, hold on a moment.
Thanks.

-Yes.

Hi, I´m Jason,
Mr. Bishop´s driver.

He thought you might appreciate
a lift.

-Morning.
-Morning.

Well, that´s where the horse box
is usually kept.

But forensics confirm

there are no signs of struggle
in the truck itself,

which means, presumably,

that Tucker was killed somewhere
nearby and the body moved later.

Mm.

Right.

Where is everybody?

Out on the gallops.
They´re pretty early risers.

Any word from pathology yet?

Well, initial examination
suggests a time of death

somewhere between 10:00 p.m.
and 2:00 a.m. on Monday,

night before the races.

Uh-huh.

Hmm.

Security.

And, uh, murder weapon?

Heavy blunt object.
Smooth-sided.

Circular in profile.

Um, golf club, cricket bat.

Polo stick?

Mallet, I believe it´s called,
sir.

Well, let´s get
this lot checked anyway.

I´m not really sure
I like horses, Cambridge.

They´ve got this way
of looking at you.

-Hmm.

Speaking of which,
Mr. Fisher called.

Three times.

Apparently he´s most anxious

we should avoid unnecessary
friction with the family.

Hey, you!

Get this bloody car moved!

I´ve got a business to run here!

Oh, good.

Thanks.

Margaret!

Bob, there was no need
to go to all this trouble.

Nonsense!

We´re an old family firm.
We treat our people right.

And you´re a valued member
of the team now.

Whoops.
Steady, lads.

Drop that, and old Josh´ll
come back to haunt you.

Good lads.

Now, I...

I did mention on the phone
the priority

of the management accounts
for the board meeting on Friday.

-I realize it´s short notice.
-Oh, I´m sure we´ll manage.

I´m quite sure you will.

So coffee
and I´ll show you ´round.

So how long did Ben Tucker work
at the stables?

Six months, I suppose.

They move ´round, these lads.

Newmarket. Lambourn.
Up north.

Was he popular?

I wouldn´t say popular, exactly.

Had a temper on him.
Especially when he had a few.

There were a couple of fights.

Oh, yes?
With whom?

He wasn´t fussy.

None of my business.
Unless it affected the work.

You said you saw him at the pub
on Monday night.

What time did he leave?

I wouldn´t know.

He was still there
when I left to go home at 10:00.

Was he alone?

He was waiting
for Jude O´Brien, I think.

Chalfont Spring´s lad.

Were they having a relationship?

You could say that.

Well, what would you say,
Mr. Carey?

I would say
he was a bloody fool.

She likes a bit of competition

among the runners and riders
does Jude.

Know what I mean?

Of course,
the big boys add water.

Up to 50%.

We stick with the pure juice.

As your accountant, I´d have to
say that´s not a very good idea.

Why didn´t you turn up
for your date with Ben

in the pub on Monday,
Miss O´Brien?

It wasn´t really a date, was it?

All I said was I might meet him
at the Jockey,

and then a friend suggested
doing a club at Brayfield.

Well, he was
obviously expecting you.

I can imagine
he must have been disappointed.

Well, can´t let them get too
sure of themselves, can you?

Ask her.
I bet she knows.

What time did you get back?

I didn´t.
Stayed at my mate´s.

Now, you rent a room

in a cottage just down
the lane here, don´t you?

Yeah. So?

Well, Ben was in digs
in the village.

We know he was late at the pub
on Monday night.

I´ve just been wondering

what brought him all the way
down here to the stables.

You think it´s possible he might
have come looking for you?

What are you --
What are you saying?

Are you saying it´s my fault?

Do you know who killed Ben?

No!
If I did, I´d tell you.

I really liked him, you know?

I know what Carey
and that lot say.

It´s not true.

Honestly, I really liked him.

- Mind the bump.
- Yeah.

There you go.

Oh!

40,000 gallons
of single vintage.

And we´ve got
30 more of them here.

That´s what you call
liquid assets.

Come on.

Can you tell me where you were
on Monday night, sir?

Well, what the hell
is that supposed to mean?

It´s a perfectly simple
question.

Where were you on Monday night

between 10:00 p.m.
and 2:00 a.m.?

I have to ask.

You may have to ask.

I don´t bloody well
have to answer!

-Uncle Tony.
-No.

I´m just about sick
of your attitude, Crabbe.

Let´s see what your boss
has to say, shall we?

Uncle Tony, please!

Mmm.
Who´s the cook?

Sorry?

Well, you´ve got sage, rosemary.

Chives, thyme, bay.

I wish mine looked as good.

Oh. I see.

No, the garden was my aunt´s.

She died five years ago.

I´m sorry.

And the answer to your question
about Monday night --

Uncle Tony and I
went out to dinner.

I always sleep over
at the stables before a race,

you see,
and neither of us can cook.

So you went to a restaurant?

Isola Bella in Barstock.

Ring them. I´m sure they´ll
be happy to confirm it.

I´ll do that.
Thanks.

You´ve got to understand,

he´s under a lot of pressure
at the moment.

What sort of pressure?

You saw what was happening
in the yard.

Those are
some of our best runners,

and they´re being moved
to another stables today.

Owners want winners,

and the fact is we´ve been going
through a pretty lean patch.

Like your father´s horse
at Haybury?

Favorites lose, Inspector.
It happens.

But it´s not good
for Larkhill´s reputation.

And this awful business with
Ben Tucker isn´t going to help.

You´re obviously very fond
of your uncle, Miss Bishop?

I owe him a lot.

He gave me my start as a jockey,
apart from anything else.

Oh? How did your father feel
about that?

Not too happy at first,
I suppose.

But he got used to it.

The cider business

doesn´t exactly get the
adrenaline pumping, you know?

Well, that´s the lot, sir,

apart from one Jerry Lawless,
and apparently it´s his day off.

-Right.

But that´s ridiculous.
Why would Jerry hurt Ben?

Miss O´Brien gave me
the impression they were rivals.

Didn´t she and Jerry go out
together at some point?

I don´t think it was ever
really serious.

At least not on his side.

And I´m told they had a fight
outside the pub on Monday night.

That was nothing.

Anyway, Jerry came to Barstock
with us.

Did he come to dinner
with you too?

No. But we gave him a lift
into town.

He´s got no transport, you see?

Just this
terrible old push-bike.

Did you give him
a lift home afterwards?

We arranged to meet him at
11:30, but he didn´t show up.

But that doesn´t mean anything,
does it?

He could have been anywhere.

Of course he could.
Anywhere.

There you go.

You see, the trick is

to sprinkle the wholemeal
breadcrumbs with Demerara

and toast it in the oven.

That way the sugar sort of melts
over the breadcrumbs

and gives you that
nice sort of nutty texture.

Here.
Try that.

Mmm!

-It´s magic.

Next, you work it over a bit.

Just to get rid of any lumps.

And mix it into your cream.

Next, add the rum and vanilla.

Like so.

Give it a quick mix.

And there you go.

Gary Palmer´s traditional
brown-bread ice cream.

And how long does that take?

Oh, about half an hour.

Oh, I´ve got some lemon sorbet
in the fridge, though,

if you´d like to try.

-Love to.
-All right.

-Hello.
-Hi, Nickie.

I just popped by to see
if you´d fancy

going for a drink after work?

Thanks, but I´m normally
pretty bushed after.

How about you, Gary?

Uh, well,
I don´t actually drink.

Here.

Mmm!

That is dreamy!

Shouldn´t we get on?

Oh.
Yeah, right.

Could I?

You two aren´t an item, are you?

No.

All right.
Just checking, Nickie.

Nicola.
The name´s Nicola.

Maybe next time.

Oh, yeah. Fine.

Hello, there!

Here.

I brought you a few pounds
to be getting on with.

Well, now you´ve had a chance

to look us over,
what do you think?

Well, I am very impressed.

Good, Margaret.

I had hoped
you were gonna say that.

You see, there´s something
I haven´t actually told you yet.

We´ve had an offer.

A takeover bid
from a firm called Appledale.

One of the big boys.

All this will go, of course.

They´re not interested
in the mill or the orchards,

just in taking the name
and picking off a rival.

The trouble is, they´re offering
a pretty good price.

But you don´t want to accept.

Oh, no.

I care about this firm,
Margaret.

I´m proud of what we do
and the way we do it.

My family´s been making
cider here for over a century.

But it´s not just that.

It´s not just that 60 people are
working here and their families.

You see, we have
over 200 local suppliers,

from the specialists
to the local vicar´s wife

who brings in the windfalls
from her garden,

and I feel like I owe it to them
to fight this.

It´s just that...

Well, when you present
the accounts to the board,

it would help if you could make
the bottom line

as good as possible.

I can´t falsify the books, Bob.

I can´t do anything
even remotely fraudulent.

Oh, good lord, no, Margaret!
I wouldn´t dream of asking.

On the other hand,
it´s a very profitable business.

If it´s a case of just putting

the best gloss
on the true figures,

then I´m not against
a bit of creative accounting

in a worthy cause.

Well...

That´s wonderful, Margaret.

-Hi, Dad.
-Liz.

That´s one of my board members.

Well, she won´t need
much persuading.

I wouldn´t count on that.

Well, this is it, sir.

Apparently Jerry Lawless rents
this place from a local farmer.

Hmm.

Hardly Ideal Homes material.

What is that?

Wild mushrooms?

-No.

Truffles?

No.

No, it´s two-stroke.
Motorbike fuel.

Stables are that way,
aren´t they?

-Mm-hmm.
-Probably a shortcut.

What, you mean you think someone

tried to warn him
we were coming?

Well, I did see
one of those trail-bike things

at the stables this morning.

Remind me to ask who owns it,
will you?

Aha.

Detective Inspector Crabbe,
Barstock C.I.D.

This is
Detective Sergeant Cambridge.

May I ask
where you´ve been, sir?

Barstock.

Just doing my laundry
and getting a bit of shopping.

Bit of an expensive cab ride,
isn´t it?

What is all this?

I just can´t believe it.

I mean, Ben dead.

Good friends, were you?

We got on all right.

So it´s not true you had a fight
on Monday night, then?

Okay, we had a few words
outside the Jockey, yeah.

About Jude O´Brien?

We were finished weeks ago,
me and Jude.

But try telling him that.
He was a bloody nutter, Ben.

Is that how you hurt your hand?

This? No.

Fell off my bike.
It´s nothing.

I understand the Bishops

gave you a lift into town
on Monday night.

Yeah. So?

So after they dropped you off,
Mr. Lawless, what did you do?

Went to the pictures.

The new Tarantino.

Then down The Silver Ball
on the high street.

Had a few drinks.

Got a bit legless, to be honest.

Wandered around for a bit.
Caught a minicab.

What time was this?

About 11:00ish.

So, although you already had
a lift arranged,

you took a taxi home rather than
wait for half an hour.

Is that --
Have I got that right?

Well, like I say,

it was a spur-of-the-moment
sort of thing.

-I´d had a skinful.

Still, another expensive
cab ride, eh?

I´m surprised.

I didn´t realize stable lads
were quite so highly paid.

Well, had a bit of luck
on the horses, didn´t I?

Ah.

Mr. Fisher for you, sir.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

Well, I´m interviewing
Jerry Lawless

at the moment, sir.

Jerry Lawless?
Who´s he?

He´s one of the stable lads.

I think he´s just given us
a false alibi.

I´d like to bring him down
to the station.

No, don´t do that.

I´ve just had a call
from Tony Bishop.

-He´s complaining of harassment.
-Well, that´s nonsense.

Look, all I´m just saying is
let´s not rush into things.

As I recall, you were all set
to charge off

and arrest
the head lad yesterday.

Softly, softly, catchee monkey,
Crabbe.

Monkey´s right.

What was that?

What? You´re breaking up, sir.
It´s a bad line.

Get some hard evidence first,
then pull him.

That way we minimize the
opportunity for embarrassment.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.
Crystal.

-Ah.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Lawless.

I think that´ll be all for now.

I wonder, um...

I´ve got this terrible thirst
all of a sudden.

Do you think I could possibly...

Of course.

That´s very kind. How much
can I give you for that?

No bother.

Oh, well,
thank you very much again.

Bye-bye.

What´s going on, sir?

Emma Bishop is what´s going on,
Cambridge.

She´s going on Fisher´s list

of people whose brothers-in-law
are not to be offended.

Oh, God.

Well, I take it you´re not
actually gonna drink that.

Well, hardly.

I don´t think forensics
will either.

But if they can match
the prints on it

with those on the torch
from the horse box,

we just might be in business.

Hmm.

Do you really think
it could be that simple?

Some sort of a lover´s quarrel
over Jude O´Brien?

Well, we shouldn´t really
prejudge things.

But assuming that that alibi
of Jerry´s is false,

it suggests that Tucker
came out of that pub

with lots of drink in him,
very angry about being stood up.

On his way to Jude´s place,
he meets Jerry,

they have a fight --
serious one this time -- and...

But, then, why hide the body
in a horse box?

I mean, he must have known we´d
trace it back to the stables.

Yeah, but this wasn´t
a carefully planned

and calculated murder, was it?

He must have been
frightened, confused.

Did the first thing
that came to mind.

Hang on a minute.

Hang on.

Stop, stop, stop.
Stop the car.

That´s -- There´s that man
from the racecourse.

Well, go on.
Get after him!

What did he want, then?

Oh, he was just asking about
the horses or something.

A bookie´s snout.

Well, I missed him.
Who was he?

No idea.
He obviously knows me, though.

Every time he claps eyes on me,

he´s off
like a frightened rabbit.

So you got his car number,
all right?

Fraid not.

-Hello, Henderson.
-Aye-aye.

-Hi, Gary.
-Evening, Chef.

One sorrel soup,
one smoked trout, two...

-Hi.
-Hello, Nicola.

Margaret back yet?

She´s on table four.

Fine.

With a guest.

Oh, the man himself!

Good evening.

Well, Margaret´s told me so much
about your steak and kidney pie,

I just had to try it for myself.

Oh, and a prezzie.

Bishops Special Reserve.
10-year-old apple brandy.

We have it distilled
by a marvelous chap in Devon.

Oh. That´s very kind.
Thank you.

Oh, you´re welcome.

Will you join us?

Oh, you can´t, can you, Henry?

He´s much too busy
working in the kitchen.

Henry, be an angel.
Send something out for Jason.

Jason?

Bob´s driver. He´s waiting
outside in the Bentley.

Oh.
Yes, of course. Yes.

-Enjoy your meal.
-Mm.

Have you got it?

Are you crazy?

You know I had the law ´round
my place this afternoon.

Relax, Jerry.

Later, okay?

God, that´s terrible.

You know, I reckon this would
be great in a parfait.

Mmm. Dreamy.

I thought you were
off the hard stuff, Gary?

Shut it, Henderson!

So is it all right
if I push off home?

Sure.
Good night.

What on earth´s the matter
with Nicola?

Oh, God knows.

-Yes. It´s good.

It´s not bad.

Not bad at all.

What´s all this?

Night, all.

Evening, sir.

Cambridge.

What are you doing here?

Well, you were right.

According to forensics,

the prints on the cider can
match those on the torch.

-Uh-huh.
-Mm!

Dynamite sandwich.

I got lucky
with the minicab firm as well.

The driver picked Jerry up
just after 10:00,

dropped him off at the caravan
half an hour later --

stone-cold sober, he says...

Any chance for a cup of coffee?

...which means he could have
got to the stables

well within our time frame.

What time do they start work
down there?

5:30 in the morning.

Well, let´s visit them at 4:30,
shall we?

And we can advise Mr. Fisher
when we´re on our way.

Brown-bread ice cream.
I don´t think you´ll like it.

You would love it, Henry.

The process hasn´t changed
at all in a hundred years.

It tastes like it.

And this Appledale lot

are nothing but a bunch
of blatant asset strippers.

Do you know they don´t even make
proper cider?

Just this
horrible sweet, fizzy muck

in a bright-green aluminum can.

Oh, yeah.
I know.

I took a can off a suspect
this afternoon.

Well, I didn´t know
it was actually illegal,

but there you go.

And do you realize
they don´t use real apples?

They import millions of gallons
of foreign concentrate.

British orchards
are being cut down

just so a few people can save
a few measly pounds.

You surprise me. I´d have
thought you´d have approved.

Henry, how can you say that?

Come on Margaret.
This is me.

I mean, you can´t tell
the difference between

steak and kidney pie
and blueberry cheesecake.

Your idea
of a traditional food product

is prawn-cocktail-flavored
Monster Munch.

He wants you to fiddle the books
for him, doesn´t he?

Course not.

Aha.

I´m just massaging
a few projections, that´s all.

It´s entirely legal
and aboveboard.

Oh, yes, dear.

I think he´s lonely,
if you want the truth.

Emma´s always out at council
subcommittee meetings.

Liz is obsessed
about her racing.

And he and Tony
obviously don´t get on.

Well, Tony´s got a few problems
of his own

at the moment, thank you.

The mill is the only family
he has got left.

And he really does care
about that cider, Henry.

He is passionate about it.

In fact,
do you know it struck me?

You know who he reminds me of?

You.

Ha.

Fisher obviously
wasn´t too happy

being woken up
this early in the morning.

Well, he did say
he wanted to be kept informed

of every move.

Forensics have come up negative
on the polo mallet

and the other stuff
from the tack room, by the way.

Ah, it´s hardly surprising.

Mr. Lawless!

He´s out the back.

Aah!

Oh, dear.

What´s in the bag?

I don´t know
what you´re talking about.

Oh, come on.

Look, I can explain.

Later.
Where´s Jerry?

Oh, no.

Oh, you do it, Cambridge.

I can´t remember
the damn thing anyway.

Elizabeth Bishop,
I´m arresting you

for the murder of Jerry Lawless.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention
when questioned

anything you may later
rely on in court.

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