All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S13E03 Blood on the Saddle

Help!
Help me!

He's murdered Danny!

Help! Help!

And a prize for the lady!
There you go, my love.

JOYCE: Thank you.

BARKER: Step this way, sir!
Come right in.

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

JOYCE: Oh, bad luck.

TOM: Obviously,
not on yours.

JOYCE: I don't know.
I had my eyes closed.

Hello

Faye Lennox?

MAN: Malko!

Malko!

[Crowd shouting,
witch cackling]

WITCH: Ha ha ha -- Ohh!

BARKER: Try your luck.

MAN: Never mind.
Better luck next time.

TOM: Now, Joyce,
I think the trick is --

WITCH: Aaaaaah!

Oh, is there a trick?

BARKER: Try your best.
Dunk the witch.

Oh, hey, hey!

Here you go.

One for you...

JOYCE: I'd named those bears.

Oh!

Madman!

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,
and I'm still a married man.

Hm, though not for long.

Did you speak
to the solicitor?

Made an appointment.
It's all in hand.

Don't worry.

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.

[Crowd murmuring, announcements
echo over loudspeaker]

She's a handsome woman.

But then you know that.

Faye Lennox
is my farm manager.

Sure, sure.
Course she is.

I was hoping to have
a word with her today.

About some wasteland
on your lower acres.

Matter of who owns it.

It's Fincher land,
always has been.

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.

Forget it, Malko.

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.

JACK: What with?

I've 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 it,

dad just wants the best price
for his land.

It's not his land!

It's mine.

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

Fergal Jenner,
my private lawman.

Made any progress?

So far, Jack, no.

Local archive is a cross
between a rat's nest

and a teenager's bedroom.

It's by no means certain

the papers on the swamp
were ever drawn up.

And if that proved
to be the case?

You and Silas Burbage might as
well do pistols at dawn.

It 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
the Finchers for years.

So I gather.

Memories stay long
in Ford Florey.

And hatred runs deep.

Who are you -- Butch Cassidy
or the Sundance Kid?

The side of law and order,
Fergal.

Same as you.

[Gunfire, shouting,
horns blowing]

Yahoo!

What in the blazes!

Oh! I'm so sorry!

Oh, dear, I tripped
on something, I am sorry.

His big feet.

Not the best introduction,
I'm afraid.

I'm Susan Fincher.

Joyce Barnaby.

Tom Barnaby, husband.

And his feet.

Thank you.

Is it ruined?

JOYCE: Oh, no, no.
It's fine.

Well, what's going
to happen next?

I think my husband is
about to get shot.

Jones.

Yeah, one of my officers
called in a car registration.

Leo Fincher, Home Farm.

Okay. Any --

Nine points.
Okay, thanks.

Leo Fincher.
Seems you' re a bit of a menace.

Like your dad.

Mr. Langham?
Jude Langham?

Fergal Jenner.
I'm --

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?

You're a professional man,
aren't ya?

So you'll have heard --

everything comes at a price.

[Dramatic Western
soundtrack plays]

Your call, Mr. Bonney.

Whenever you're ready,
Marshal.

Oh, it was great in those days.

No cautions, no ASBOs,
no community service,

just shoot 'em dead
on Main Street.

Jack!

He's alive.

Oh.

Made too good a job
of falling, I think.

Must have banged my head.

Gave you a fright, I expect.

Stage blood.

Sticky stuff.

It's all right, fellas.
I'm okay.

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

You better let them
have a look at you.

No, no, I'm fine.

Sorry to disappoint you,
my dear.

Uh, Detective
Chief Inspector Barnaby,

Causton CID.

Ah, so I'm probably
disappointing you, too,

Chief Inspector --
fake blood, blanks,

no corpses.

No, I'm very much off-duty,
Mr...

Fincher, Jack Fincher.

TOM: Howdy!

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

A corpse is not
on the agenda.

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 --
Look out!

[Trumpets play
Western soundtrack]

Hyah!

Is he all right?

Yeah. Banged his head,
he was out for a few seconds,

but he'll be fine.

JOYCE: Made it much more
realistic.

TOM: Perhaps the next time,
they'll use real bullets.

Wouldn't that be dangerous?

Sir.

Jones!

-Hi, Ben.
-Hi.

Any news on the shooting?

Oh, yes, thought I'd take
the opportunity

to talk to Mr. Fincher.

Business and pleasure?

Not really -- Some madman

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 shotgun in the front seat.

Finchers, eh? 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!

TOM: No, no, no!

This is a crime scene.

The body is evidence,
I'm afraid.

I'm sorry.

Do you know her?

Uh, Faye Lennox,
she's my farm manager.

What happened?

TOM: Well, all we know at the
moment is that she was shot.

Shot?

It's impossible. How?

I suppose someone at the fair
had a gun.

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

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

Jones?

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.

Why is that interesting?

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 there was
a bank raid being staged

in the main arena -- more noise
than the gunfight

at the OK Corral, which means
he knew exactly when

it was going to happen
and could pick his moment.

George, what was
the trajectory?

The bullet entered
left of the sternum,

did 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.

BEN: Do we believe that?

Probably not,
but, uh, you go first.

Direct line of fire.

It's gun oil,
that's fresh gun oil.

Means the weapon
isn't much used.

BEN: Do you think that scrape
was caused by the gun?

TOM: 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.

Okay, time to ask
some more questions.

Off you go.

WOMAN: Oh, my God!

They told me...
Someone told me...

What happened?

Uh, it would help if you
took your mask off.

I was meant to be
on the dunking stool!

Uh...

It was my turn
but I was late.

I started off on time,
but I hadn't

gone 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 out
on Jack Fincher.

Deployed an ARV
and full SOCO 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.

TOM: Mrs. Morgan,

how well did you know
Faye Lennox?

Not well.

I knew she was having it off
with Jack Fincher.

-They made no secret of it.

That man always expects
to get what he wants,

the swamp, for instance.

The swamp?

A piece of land
up by Home Farm.

Wasteland, 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.

All right, break it up!
Break it up!

Okay, police!
That's enough!

Going at it,
hammer and tongs.

Good job you left
your gun in the car.

Gentlemen, what are you
fighting about?

Ask him.
Ask the toe rag.

He's been 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,

get her to 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 fella?

BEN: That's Dan Malko.

Some travelers camped

on some wasteland close
to Ford Florey Green.

Too close as far as
the locals are concerned.

Malko seems to be
their spokesmen.

Right, go talk to him.

Meantime, I better go have
another chat with Jack Fincher.

Where can I find
Dan Malko?

Detective Sergeant Jones,
Causton CID.

I'm looking for Dan Malko.

You found me.

TOM:
Am I right for Home Farm?

You 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.

Ha ha!

You and Jack Fincher both.

It's not.

It's mine.

Ah, then you must be
Silas Burbage.

That's me.

And this is the swamp,
is it?

Who are you?

Oh, I'm Detective
Chief Inspector Barnaby.

Causton CID.

Fincher sent you, did he?

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.

BURBAGE: It's mine.

I know fine and well it' s mine.
So does everyone around here.

Oh, yeah, Finch has got

some solicitor fella
checking the land deeds,

trying to stake his claim.

All he'll find is proof
that it belongs to me.

Huh?

Yes, I want to buy
that land.

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

We need somewhere permanent.

Send the kids to school,
make a living.

BEN:
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 profession.
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.

Hell, same as bankers.

Your problem is
Jack Fincher won't sell.

Did you try to bribe
Faye Lennox?

No.

I thought she might talk
Finch around,

if their solicitor finds proof
the land's his.

That's all.

Didn't do anything illegal.

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.

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.

MALKO: We already agreed
the price!

You threaten me again,

there will be another death
in Ford Florey!

So, that's the next move,
is it

What is it to you?

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

She's dead.

Faye's dead.
This helps.

What would you care?
You're glad to be rid of her.

That' s a dreadful thing to say!

JACK: You always hated her!

WOMAN: Faye was a gold digger.
Leo thought so, too.

JACK: You don' t think I' m
going

to let you lay your hands
on my money?

Or the farm.

You're forgetting something.

I'm still married to you.

JACK: It's not just a will
Fergal's drawing up,

it's a petition of divorce.

SUSAN: Good! Why did it
take you so long?

JACK: You could have left
any time you wanted.

Not empty-handed.

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

No! No!

He would have killed me!

Mr. Fincher,
what I've just seen

constitutes
a criminal assault.

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 Lennox.

Silas Burbage is
fencing the swamp.

What?

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

Right, he wants a war,
that's what he'll get!

Don't touch that!

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 favor? 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.

The land's barren.

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

You've just never understood
about that, have you?

No.
And I never will.

I've got an errand
to run.

Oi! Watch it!

All right, toe rag.

You want a war, Burbage!

Happy to oblige!

Aaah!

Aaaah!

Mrs. Fincher.

He was found by a farm worker.

He' s being questioned now but
he had nothing to do with this.

One of Silas Burbage's men.

Yeah. Time of death
is estimated between

8:00 and 11:00
yesterday evening.

This miserable
little patch of land.

Tom.

Excuse me.

Whoever did this to him
was something of an expert.

The rope was tight
around his ankles.

He could have been
dragged by his neck --

decapitation.

Round the body and he'd
have been dragged head first --

not nice, but a chance
to escape perhaps,

but round the ankles,
no escape.

And he would have suffered
before he died.

BEN: Sir.

Up there.

Silas Burbage
or Dan Malko.

Which?

LEO: I went to the pub.
Susan was there.

We talked for a bit
and then she left.

One of the travelers started
a ruck, your blokes were called,

I gave my witness statement
then went home.

You really think that I murdered
my own father?

-That's right.

And your father wasn't here?

He'd been drinking heavily
all day.

I assumed he'd gone to bed.

-I went to bed myself.

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'd been at odds
for a while.

That's a polite way
of putting it.

Jack had come to dislike me.

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

So why didn't you end it?

I could have 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.

LEO: Sure, I know.

Silas Burbage or Dan Malko --
what's the theory?

Burbage wants to sell the land,
Malko wants to buy it.

Jack Fincher was
the stumbling block.

There's a local man,
Jude Langham,

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

You'd better go talk
to Jude Langham.

Meantime, I'll go up
to Sternhill Farm

and see Silas Burbage.

Silas.

Started without ya.

So, things are
a little different now

with Jack Fincher dead.

Dead?
You mean murdered.

But, it's an ill wind...

Nah.

No, he has a son
and a wife.

They'll likely contend
the swamp.

And Fincher sent that solicitor
up to find the land deed.

Still...

that won't do them any favors,
will it?

As we know.

Good. And we have a deal.

Everything being equal...

except we haven't set
the price yet.

Well, I'll pay what
the land's worth.

That's what we agreed.
We shook on it.

Ah, traveler's law, is it?

The honor of the traveler.

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.

Oh, that's rich
coming from you.

You people have been robbing
decent folk for years.

We got an agreement, yes.

That doesn't make you
my blood brother.

Hmm?

Mr. Langham?

Jude Langham?

That's me.

I'm Detective Sergeant Jones,
Causton CID.

It' s a beautiful piece of work.

In honor of my father.

It will go in Saint Mary's.
He was church warden there.

Stained-glass always
been your trade?

Started out a carpenter.

Local man at a glass workshop,
he taught me.

It's not a trade,
it's an art.

Your family have lived
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 tenant's rights,
surely.

Never a proper agreement.

Only a handshake between
my grandfather and his.

A handshake means a lot
round here, Mr. Jones.

Well, it used to, anyway.

Squatter's 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.

Okay, thank you.

Judge Langham here.

I think I've got something
you want.

Good morning!

Good 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,
I beg your pardon.

I'm Detective
Chief Inspector Barnaby

from Causton CID.

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
at any of these numbers.

Leave a message.

Is it about Jack Fincher?

Uh, yeah, in part.

They weren't the best
of friends.

TOM: I know that.

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.

Hello?

No, you've
got the wrong Burbage.

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

The call's been automatically
forwarded.

What...

She's late.
That's not like her, is it?

Never mind.
She'll be along directly.

Aaaah!

Jude!

Oh, Jude, oh, my God!

Oh! What do I do?

Mary!

Behind the chimney.

Behind the chimney.

My god!

We weren' t the best of friends,
but, uh...

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 --

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.

You want a drink?

Vodka and tonic.

Double, if that's okay.

I think I can afford it.

Large vodka and tonic.

You spoke to them, though?

-Of course.

And then there was...

what's her name...

Faye. Faye Lennox.

That's right.

Bad business all around.

You know he was
giving her one?

I did know that Silas, yes.

So...

what is it ya want --
aside from a large vodka?

You're in trouble.

Am I?

Sternhill Farm is failing.

You need capital.

That's my business.

SUSAN: It could be mine.

You know, Jack engaged
a solicitor

to search for the deeds
to the swamp?

Yeah, and when he finds
those papers,

they'll prove
my ownership.

Just suppose Jenner finds
the papers

and they prove that the swamp
belonged 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 travelers.

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

I might be looking
for a business partner.

-Good evening.

-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?

It's too soon to tell
for sure,

but I don't think so, no.

His mobile, sir -- last three
songs look interesting.

Leo Fincher, Dan Malko
and Adam Burbage.

Sir.

Place has been ransacked but it
doesn't look like a robbery.

His wallet is on
the sideboard, untouched.

TOM: The woman who
found him?

BEN: Mary Morgan.

Oh, Mary Morgan, the woman
whose dog was shot.

BEN: Yeah.

Mrs. Morgan, I'm Detective
Chief Inspector Barnaby

from Causton CID.

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

I was bringing
Jude his dinner.

His dinner

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.
Someone has taken your details?

I do hope he's all right.

Please, God.

Back of the chimney.

Yeah.

Go on.

Nah, I can't see anything.

Well, there might be a ledge.
Feel about.

Aah!

Well, there is something,
but I can't quite...

Aah!

TOM: Oh, no, no, no, James!

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

Sir, they've found something
in a workshop.

George.

What's that?

Could be Judge Langham's.

More likely Langham pulled it
from the neck of his attacker.

TOM: What's that?
Is that a hieroglyph?

-I'm not sure.

Something a Romany
might wear, perhaps.

Oh.

I'll take that.
Thank you.

By the way, Tom, I got
the forensic report

on the bullet that killed
Faye Lennox.

-Very odd.

Given the range and accuracy,
it had to be a rifle,

and you' d expect a .23 caliber,
but it was a 44-40.

What's that?

Exactly. We don't come across
them in the U.K.

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.

Oh, thank you, George.

George found this.
Jude Langham's workshop.

Could be from the attacker.

Don't get your sooty fingers
all over it, just look.

Well, what is it?
Gypsy charm?

We'll ask Dan Malko.

Well, after I've had
a shower, sir.

Oh, no, Jones, no time for that.

Mrs. Barnaby keeps wet-wipes

in the glove compartment
over there -- help yourself.

Hello, Susan.

Oh! I almost passed out,
you moron!

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

Yes, and 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,

a key over the lintel,
as many people know.

Whiskey, bit of a liberty,
I agree,

but it 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?

The search for 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 categorized.

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, I know Jack was
intending to change his will.

Do you?

To favor Faye.

Did he talk to you
about it?

I could never understand
Jack, you know?

Woman like you as his wife

and he looked elsewhere.

A woman like you...

to take to his bed.

That trailer there, sir.

Right, we' ll do Dan Malko
first, then we' ll go find Leo
Fincher.

Ah, Detective Chief
Inspector Barnaby --

No, let me, let me.

That was very impressive.
What did he 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 dialed 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?

I just said -- we never spoke.

So someone gets battered,

travelers are 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're 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.

FERGAL:
Did Jack change his will?

No, my darling, he didn't.

And will the deeds be found,
will they favor 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'd prove whatever you
want them to prove.

In return for...

Oh, in return for...

a piece of the profits.

And a piece of you.

You're gonna regret that,
you bitch!

Some other time.

Who's that?

SUSAN:
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 have no idea where
Leo is.

Are you driving back
into Ford Florey?

-I will be, yeah.

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

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

Okay, fine.

Give me five minutes.

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

I expect this is a bit feeble,

but with what's been happening
and Fergal...

No, no, you're quite right.
You take care.

Oh, uh, Mrs. Fincher,
before you go.

I wondered,
do you recognize this?

Where did you find it?

You do recognize it?

It's the astrological sign
for Leo.

Leo Fincher's yeah?

He wears it all the time.

Thank you.

TOM: Good morning.

ADAM: Be with you in a minute.

Mr. Barnaby.

Mr. Burbage.

I'm told that you are
the expert

on the Wild West.

"Wild West" isn't a term
I'd use.

Is it not?

"Early American history."

TOM: Yes, of course.

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?

An eye test?

You were looking
at the test card and squinting.

Ah, yeah, well, I think my
eyesight's pretty good.

Let's see.

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

Z-H-N-E-V.

You told me that, um...
you were a founding member of...

Of the society, yes.

I've always been interested.

The true history of
the American frontier is

very different from
the fanciful Hollywood version.

Sixth line?

H, S...

B, U, F, D?

UH, FOR EXAMPLE?

BURBAGE: For example, one of
my favorite characters,

Henry McCarty.

TOM: 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.

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

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

My father's 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, you think?

One thing after another,
then you die.

Bit of romance,

bit of adventure,

bit of fantasy, if you like.

Why not?

Sixth line?

Uh, H, Z, R, U, P, D --

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?

Good Lord, know.

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 your coffee
and paper.

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

Did you find him?

Not yet, no.

JUDE: 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!

Window's 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.

ADAM: You look straight ahead
at that spot.

You making any progress?

I hear Jude Langham was attacked
on top of everything else.

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 the swamp?

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 color blindness.

Otherwise, no problem.

Mr. Jones, you saw, didn' t you?
Earlier.

You saw me kissing him.

Mrs. Morgan,
you got a flat tire.

Otherwise, it would have been
you on the ducking stool.

I see what you're 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.

JUDE: Went there once.

Long time ago --
best holiday of my life.

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

Chimney Rock.

Ahh!

Here I am, Jude my love.

TOM:
Leo Fincher was shot.

George Bullard puts
the time of death

beneath 8:00 and 9:30
last night.

When was he tied
to the horse?

His hair, clothes,
they were damp.

There was a fall of rain
last night,

but it's been dry
ever since.

The horse roamed all night
with a corpse on its back.

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

Susan Finch and I
are old friends.

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

TOM: After which,
you got into your car

and drove away.

Yes. Not a night
to remember, perhaps.

BEN: You're looking for
proof of ownership...

This could be it.

Aha!

It's an agreement
between Caleb Burbage

and Noah 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.

TOM:
Threatening behavior,

inappropriate sexual conduct.

Drunk in charge -- 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 favor
the Burbage claim,

then the likeliest suspect
would be Leo Fincher.

Who isn't exactly available
for questioning.

Oh! Just the man.

Right.

You go and talk
to Jenner's neighbors,

see if anyone remembers him

getting back last night --
in the meantime,

I think I'll treat myself
to a lunchtime pint.

BEN: Very nice.

You want the land,
don't ya?

Right.
Know what to do about it.

Someone wants a word.
I'll leave you to him.

Mr. Burbage, you' re a difficult
fella to track down, aren' t
you?

I run a farm.

It involves a bit more than
sitting behind a desk,

fiddling crime figures.

TOM: Thank you.

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

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,
I haven't got a television.

I get up 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?

I used to be.

Better rider than any of 'em.

Quick 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.

TOM: 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?

You all right?

I don't know what happened.

BEN: 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, eh?

I will, yes.

Well, he hasn' t been dead long.

The archivist says she gave him
the references half an hour ago.

That sounds about right --
20 minutes at the most.

Page is torn out.

Yeah, all from the "C" section.

Not from the "B,"
none from the "F."

But whose name begins
with "C"?

No one we know.

That is a Bowie 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 thing.

Too strong, perhaps.

Your friends from
the gun squad,

did they say the 44-40 shell

could only be fired
from a Winchester rifle?

No, no, it can be used
on various sniper rifles.

Even a .44 handgun.

-Yep.

Mr. Malko!

MALKO: I was just arriving.
TOM: Or just leaving.

Fergal Jenner
has been murdered.

Happened an hour ago.

Oh, that's great.

That's just wonderful.

And of course it will be

the gyppo, won't it,
it'll be the diddycoy!

I didn't say that.

You knew Jenner
was at the archive.

He phoned me.

Said he found the deeds
to the swamp.

I'd already made him an offer
but he wanted more.

Did he say who the deeds
favored?

It's Burbage land.

Deeds were put under "C"
for Caleb.

Grandfather's first name.

In 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 favoring Silas
for the same price.

Only problem is,
price kept going up.

I could pay a fair whack, but I
ain't got that kind of money.

Neither did Silas Burbage.

No, but 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!

Don't tell me!

Wet-wipes in
the glove compartment.

This marmalade
is thick cut.

It's the sort you like.

Why do you buy thick cut?

You prefer it.

Hand delivered.

Feels like there's
a lipstick in it.

I prefer thin cut.

No, you don't.

More lethal than lipstick.

But not always.

Aces and 8's.

Dead man's hand.

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.

She's checked out
and gone home.

TOM: Hop in.
You see this?

BEN: Who would want to kill
Susan Fincher now?

TOM: Lipstick, Jones, lipstick.

Sometimes more lethal
than a bullet.

Where are you going,
Mrs. Fincher?

SUSAN:
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'
s reached the top.

TOM: Yes, you could
be right --

TOM: Inside!

Run, run, inside!

[ Dramatic Western
soundtrack plays ]

BEN: At Home Farm, under fire.
Immediate assistance required!

ARV, gun squad -- just deploy
whoever you can

as fast as you can!

Send her out!

Send the woman out!

That's Adam Burbage out there,
innit?

Billy the Kid.

Send her out
and the rest of you can go!

I think he wants
to talk to you.

Talk?
He wants to kill me!

If I go out there,
I'm dead.

TOM: Yeah, I know.

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

How long before
the cavalry get here?

They're saying 15 minutes.

Rapid response, is it? What we
got to defend ourselves with?

Nothing!

Look about!

You stood to gain most,
didn't you?

You'd get the farm, with all
the other claimants dead.

ADAM: Send the woman out!

You couldn't be the killer,
could you?

Because for every murder,
you had an alibi.

ADAM: Send her out!

Send the woman out!

And how perfect those alibis
were, huh?

When Faye Lennox was being shot,
you were dropping an ice-cream

into my wife's lap...
...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 shoot-out in Main
Street to the helter-skelter.

Fifteen minutes, could
be half an hour...

But you didn' t have an alibi...

when Jude Langham was
attacked, did you?

But then Leo did that,
it was nothing to do with you.

SUSAN: I knew it had to be him.

The way Leo and Jack talked
about "Fincher land,"

As if it were a gift from God.

And the Finchers don't take
kindly to being threatened.

Send her out!

For God's sake, do something.
He's mad.

Nothing... just Fincher's guns
from the Wild West Show.

Well, take a couple of pot-shots
at him.

BEN: They're blanks.

Well, we know that,
but he doesn't.

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

You or me, Wyatt...

You or me.

What did you offer him

Or something more than that,
hey?

Yes, it was, wasn't it?
And now

he's in love with you.

SUSAN: One thing led to another.

I just thought he was
an attractive man

who might be some use to me.

I didn't realize
how disturbed he was.

He had a collection
of Western guns -- Winchester,

Colt .45, Buntline.

All authentic.

TOM:
And you saw a way of making

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

SUSAN: I told him, 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

Dodge City.

ADAM: Send her out
or I'll come and get her.

Oh!

TOM: He's lost in
a fantasy-land, that man.

William H. Bonney,

Billy the Kid.

TOM: They're not murders
to him, are they?

Like little movies with
him as the hero...

SUSAN: A movie you said,
like a movie.

And it was.

I was directing,
he was the star.

TOM: And with Faye
out of the way,

you would inherit.

But first Jack had to die.

You wanna a war, Burbage?
Happy to oblige.

Aaaaah!

TOM: And you could
organize your alibis

while Adam acted
out his cowboy fantasies.

Ha-ha.
Who are you

No. Billy the Kid.

TOM: But 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'd better start thinking
about naming a price.

TOM: 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?

BEN: And all those people
had to die

so you could inherit
a farm.

SUSAN: As a farm it would fetch
a fair sum.

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

ADAM: You won't give her up?

Okay, I'm calling you out.

Man to man!

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.

TOM: Nah, you couldn't be.

Not before you had implicated
Adam.

Once he realized you'd
abandoned him,

too dangerous to
let him be on the loose.

TOM:
Mrs. Fincher.

You sent me this note
and this bullet.

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.

And once he'd realized the
truth, you'd be far, far away.

Time's up!

Make your play, Wyatt!

BEN: 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!

Of course we can.

He gets in here,
he's gonna kill her.

Now...

we've got one shot at this.

Whenever you're ready.

More lethal than lipstick.

Guess you were just too fast
for me, Wyatt.

A very good shot, that.
Thank you for it.

You took a hell of a risk.

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

No, no, Jones, that's not
the way it works.

He called me out.

So he had to wait for me
to draw first.

The code of the West.