Ladies and gentlemen, on
today's program at 3:15,
we'll have the Russell Cup,
followed by the
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
I knew Harry was rich, but
owning your own stables?
He doesn't own it.
His father does.
Still, though, it was
nice of him, wasn't it,
to take your mind off...
- Don't say it.
No, I know.
It's just Charlie has a memorial
planned for Marcello so...
Hi, Rachel.
It's lovely to meet you.
Lovely to meet you.
Ananke looks beautiful.
Yeah.
You excited?
God, yeah. Excited, terrified,
peeing every five minutes.
And [chuckles] I
just want to do him
justice if it's his last race.
- Yeah, you will.
You're the youngest rider in
the field on the best horse
and with the best trainer
in Jackie Cummins.
You're the favorite, then?
Co-favorite, Brian
Boru is running.
Fergus's father told
us to bet on him.
Trust me, he's never won
anything at the bookies.
[laughter]
Right, well, I better get ready.
[chuckles] We'll see.
Go, good luck.
Thanks.
Excuse me for a moment.
[unsettling music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct speech]
♪ ♪
Hmm, that doesn't look good.
Every time.
♪ ♪
[clears throat]
Who's that?
Oh, that? [sighs]
That's my father.
[gentle melody]
Riders and horses
to the start gate.
Riders and horses...
Well, shall we go and watch?
[unsettling music]
You didn't say...
I won't allow it.
Ms. Jackie, that's not
how we do business.
♪ ♪
And the horses are being
led to the starting gate.
Good conditions
today, ground is hard.
[playful music]
♪ ♪
[chuckles] Exactly how
did he manage to wrangle
a ticket out of you?
I lost a bet.
What were you betting on?
Go on, tell him, Mr. B.
No, I don't think we really
need to go there, it's...
I'm amazed he even
tried, to be honest.
No one's ever been more
flexible than me when it
comes to that particular move.
Uh, race is about to start.
Should we go?
What was the bet?
What do you mean "flexible"?
Hmm.
Well, my pet has always told me
I'm the most acrobatic
lover she's ever had.
And she slept with that
bloody Bulgarian circus
gymnast and his twin
brother, the b*stards.
Shall we go?
You know we will
find out eventually?
No, we very much won't.
[chuckles]
Do you have something
in your pocket, Glenn?
No, Harry, just happy to see
you. [chuckles] But if I did,
it would be for my pet, Tracy.
She likes a proper tea service
and melting down
silver for cash.
[brisk melody]
Oh, can't take him anywhere.
♪ ♪
Lining up, we have Robert...
I do this thing, see,
where I bet on every horse.
Edging, it's called.
That way, whoever wins, I win.
Jesus wept.
Come on, man.
[rousing music]
There she is.
Come on, Ananke.
Good boy.
There you go.
♪ ♪
Just feel a little.
[horse neighing]
Whoa, OK.
Whoa.
Ananke looks unsettled.
♪ ♪
[horse neighing]
[gates clanging]
[cheering]
[unsettling music]
[chatter]
♪ ♪
[crowd gasping]
[announcer chatter]
[horse neighing]
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
[thud]
Sheesh!
[theme music]
♪ ♪
Is she going to be OK?
[horse neighing]
Not good, Duncan.
Let's get him back
to the stables.
We can care for him.
That would be more cruel
than kind, Mr. Benedict.
I'll call for the tent.
Tent?
They have to put him down.
The tent will shield
him from the stands.
Harry, what's that?
What are you looking at?
That mark on his back?
Can I see under the saddle?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Somebody put this
into the saddle.
It's a bloody blade.
- What in God's name?
- Whoa, what happened?
This was digging into him
when Rachel started to ride.
This is a death sentence.
- How would that k*ll him?
No horse could take being
ridden in that much pain.
Horse's legs are
fragile and racehorses
don't survive being lamed.
Who'd do something like this?
You could take this
somewhere else.
Ananke's is my main
priority right now.
[unsettling music]
♪ ♪
[horse neighing]
♪ ♪
My apologies, Duncan Benedict.
I didn't get to
meet you earlier.
Harry Wild.
And this is my friend and
colleague, Fergus Reid.
And you are my son...
None of your business.
I'm sorry you had
to see that today.
It was a tragic business.
Indeed.
Why would somebody
want to sabotage
your horse, Mr. Benedict?
Ananke's a prized mount.
When I speak to the police,
I'll be telling them
to look at the Walsh Stables.
They own Brian Boru, our
biggest rival of the season.
Don't be so bloody stupid.
Walshes our horse people.
They'd never harm an animal.
You, on the other hand,
there's plenty of people
who want to harm you.
Excuse me.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
Arsehole.
♪ ♪
OK, thanks.
You'll keep me posted, yeah?
News?
Doctors are worried
about brain damage.
Christ.
And now the police are involved.
And whether the person who
tampered with the saddle
intended to or not,
Rachel could have died.
God knows if she's
going to survive.
You don't agree with your
father about the rival stables?
No.
No, I don't agree with him.
But I do think that
he's responsible.
You know that man, he
collects enemies like he
collects everything else.
And whoever did this,
they did it to get at him.
How much was Ananke worth
if this was the last race?
I don't know.
Ananke had won all season,
was going out on a high.
That's important because he
was being put out to stud.
I mean, he could earn up
to, I don't know, $30,000
per successful pairing.
Wow.
That's impressive.
Can I ask something of you?
I need to know who did this.
I'm pretty sure my
father's involved in this,
but he'd never admit that to me.
Would you consider...
Investigating?
Harry, I would have
to do it my way.
And you'd have to let me.
Absolutely.
Whatever it takes
to get to the truth.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
[chatter]
[horse neighing]
[chatter]
Get stuck in there, son.
My doctor won't allow
me to eat sugar anymore,
so I like to live vicariously.
Nice one. [chuckles]
I'm glad you're here.
I'm guessing Harry has painted
a less than pretty
picture of me.
He's never quite forgiven
me for his mother.
And he's right.
I was a terrible husband.
Sadly, I took mid-life
crisis to new levels.
Well, that's very
honest of you to say so.
Hmm. So... you're private
investigators like him?
Nah, we're way better.
[chuckles]
All right, then.
What did you want to ask me?
What you said yesterday
about rival stables...
Oh, heat of the moment.
Harry might be right.
Nobody who likes
animals would do this.
He seems to think that
an enemy of yours
is behind this.
Perhaps. And perhaps the
enemy is close to home.
Like who?
I've noticed some discrepancies
in the stable's accounts.
Who's in charge of the books?
The same person who fitted
Ananke saddle yesterday...
Jackie, my head trainer.
[brisk tune]
♪ ♪
I'll go straight to
the horse's mouth.
You check what the others
have to say about it.
I see what you did there.
Clever, aren't I?
[tense music]
[exhales]
Lovely animal.
Must have been very
hard for you yesterday.
Did you ever get to
the bottom of what
happened to that saddle?
You've been in
talking to the boss?
Whatever he told you is a lie.
I trained that horse
since its first canter.
And I am here for the
animals, not the money...
unlike some.
Well, if you're referring
to Mr. Benedict,
I suppose all horse owners
need to make a profit.
How else could
they run a stable?
[tense music]
Who is that woman you
were talking to yesterday?
You appeared to have a
very heated discussion.
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Need a hand?
I'm grand.
You sure?
Go on, then.
This way.
[chains clinking]
[horse braying]
I've heard Mr. Benedict
is hard to get on with.
Ah, he's the boss.
He does what he has to.
But still, though. You
know, if he's not liked,
you can imagine someone
attacking his horse,
maybe even someone
from this stable.
You all had access to Ananke's
equipment, didn't you?
I'd never do
something like that.
And I like Mr. Benedict.
He's been very good to me.
Good how?
He's helped out
my family and all.
Didn't have to, but when he...
he knew we were struggling
when Mom lost her job.
He's a decent guy.
And what about Jackie?
Does she get on
with Mr. Benedict?
Is she decent?
She's... she's a
good horse person,
not so much a people's person.
Ah, two legs bad,
four legs good.
What?
"Animal Farm."
Right.
[clears throat]
Still, she gave
Rachel her chance.
Her chance?
It was supposed to
be Tim, wasn't it?
I'm not following.
Tim Crilly was meant
to ride Ananke.
But he's injured.
Bet he's glad now.
Oh, I bet he is.
All I'm saying is what
if Duncan and the horse
weren't the targets?
What if it was the rider?
Interesting theory, but whoever
tampered with the
saddle would have
no way of knowing the rider
was going to be so badly hurt.
No, but there was a
strong probability, right?
If there's one
thing I've learned
from Malky's gambling
habits, it's a lucky rider
that walks away from
a fall unscathed.
Rachel is the up-and-coming
jockey for this stable,
isn't she? This Tim
fella's nearly 40.
Practically ancient.
What if he saw a chance
to unseat the rider
who was going to replace him?
[somber music]
[machine beeping]
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[machine pinging]
Nurse!
Nurse!
♪ ♪
I have nothing more
to say on the matter.
We need to talk about it. Do
you want to say a few words?
But I've already said a
few words, and none of them
bear repeating.
Ma.
[sighs] He is your father.
And I'm sorry about that.
I'll be there for you.
But I will not pretend that
we're remembering a saint.
Goodbye.
[beep]
I thought she was gone, Harry.
She hasn't.
There's still hope.
I think you'll regret it.
What?
Not speaking at
Marcello's memorial.
God.
Would you speak at
Duncan's memorial?
Speaking of.
He was helpful.
He wasn't all that bad.
Stalin was a pussycat.
He thinks that
Jackie's behind this.
That's insane.
Jackie lives and
breathes horses.
Well, so does everyone
in your industry.
What about that
jockey, the one that
was supposed to be on Ananke?
Tim.
Yeah, he brought a lot of
success to the stables.
He's a nice guy, a good family.
But Harry, it's my father that
you need to concentrate on.
You need to let
me do this my way.
We agreed, remember?
Hey, I think I'll take a shower.
I think I'm still in
shock after Rachel.
[somber music]
[phone buzzing]
Hello.
Her third hand has
always been useful.
It was ambidextrous.
And she could hold
her g*n in it.
And then the police
didn't know if her victim
had been shot by a right-handed
or a left-handed k*ller.
But this detective, Winifred...
What?
She's on...
[tense music]
Weird.
♪ ♪
I wish you would
just listen to me.
I am listening to you.
No, you're not listening to me.
Mom, this is my life.
Love, this is such
a huge opportunity.
All your hard work...
It's all your hard work.
I know it's scary
moving so far away.
But it's only a few years.
And there'll be holidays.
And we can come over.
I didn't even want to
apply to Georgetown.
It was your idea.
It's Fergus, isn't it?
Lola knows it's not Fergus.
It's just a teenage thing.
[scoffs] So I'm mature
enough to go to college
on a different continent,
but not be in a
serious relationship?
These things don't last!
Not if one of us is in
a different country!
Really?
You're the one who
said she always has
to put her education first.
Telling her she's a silly
teenager for wanting to stay
with the love of her life...
bloody hell, Charlie!
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[upbeat music]
[distant voices]
[knocking]
♪ ♪
So it's your back
that's injured?
Yeah.
How did you do it?
Oh, something just slipped out.
And that's why Rachel
ended up on a horse that
was deliberately sabotaged?
Devastating.
Is it?
Of course.
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, I mean, we heard
she's the next best
thing in the jockey world.
Can't be easy having
someone like that
snapping at your heels.
Rachel is a terrific jockey,
but I'm at the top of my game.
Here you go, love.
I'm not jealous of Rachel, if
that's what you're suggesting.
Top of your game?
You didn't even place
in your last four races.
[scoffs]
You some sort of racing guru?
His father is... or
he wishes he was.
Well, if he knows
anything about racing,
he'll know those horses
were being schooled.
You have to get them
used to competing.
It's never about winning.
Look, I'm sorry what
happened to Rachel.
I am.
And I know everyone's
in bits about Ananke.
But this has nothing
to do with me.
I really have no
idea why you're here.
Well, either his wife
has extremely large feet
or he's been gardening
with a bad back.
Why fake a back injury?
Let's prove he's
faking it first.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Come on, you're riding him.
[grunting]
[somber music]
Matt, come on, get up.
What's the matter, Matt?
Are you riding him?
♪ ♪
[sniffling]
Are you OK?
Oh, my!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[stammering]I'm...
I'm grand.
It's OK, you know, to be scared.
I can't be scared.
I can't be a stable hand
who can't get on a horse.
They say it's rare,
you know, for accidents
like this to happen.
But what happened to Rachel...
Was rare, and you
will get past it.
[sniffling]
Are you looking for anyone?
Mr. Benedict.
He's at home, as far as I know.
I'll find him.
I hope you're OK.
[piano key melody]
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
Go easy, Max.
♪ ♪
[camera shutter clicking]
♪ ♪
Thank you very much.
No bother.
♪ ♪
[chuckles]
♪ ♪
[indistinct conversation]
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
No, thanks. I'm driving.
Pity.
It's a rare Macallan.
My loss.
Who are your visitors?
Larry and Sara Walsh, come
to pay their sympathies...
allegedly.
Oh, so you don't believe them?
Brian Boru is going to
win every race this season
and go into stud as the most
expensive horse in Ireland.
They just won the lotto.
Mm.
What did you want to ask me?
Tim Crilly.
Do you think he's capable
of harming a rival?
Honestly?
I don't know.
He's not been performing well.
Well, he said his last few races
were just to school the horses.
Yes, school them and
place in the race...
and now this injury.
Do you think he faked
the injury so Rachel
would be on the horse?
Well, that would be
extremely devious.
Huh.
So you think Rachel was
a target, not Ananke?
Well, it's a possibility.
Mm-hmm.
That is very loaded "mm."
I insure all my
jockeys for injury
and, yes, for loss of life.
A lot of our riders come from
working class backgrounds,
and they're completely dependent
on their health to earn.
The job is mainly safe.
But there's still a danger.
So Rachel had accident
and life insurance.
- Mm-hmm.
- How much?
Not a huge amount, but enough
to make it worth somebody's
while if they were
desperate for money.
Well, that person would
have to be a beneficiary
of the insurance.
Rachel hardly sabotaged herself.
No.
But her father is a
nasty piece of work.
And he has very large gambling
debts, from what I'm told.
Interesting.
Push me, Daddy.
Can't, Max, my back.
[upbeat music]
Ah, bugger this.
♪ ♪
Dad, push us!
I can't, Max.
Come on, it's going so fast!
Oh.
Jeez.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
What?
Oy!
[laughter]
I know. You all right?
I am. It's all right.
Don't worry about that.
So you are all right?
[indiscernible shouting]
Come on! That's it.
Go, go.
Yes!
Horse is there, mate.
[sighs] Unlucky Polly.
Maggie.
[tv chatter]
Drink?
Actually, I'm fine.
You're Rachel Horan's
father, aren't you?
If you're a journo, you
should know "The Daily"
and "The World"
have already offered
for my story so you'll
need to better them, yeah?
And what story is that?
From the father of the
rising star jockey tragically
injured in the derby race...
people want to hear about her.
Well, aren't you happy
to sell her story?
I'm a single father
who put everything
into her career before
it was cut short.
Ha, it's good to know that you
have faith in her recovery.
Are you going to make
an offer or what?
[scoffs] Or what.
What?
I'm not a journalist.
I'm a private investigator.
And I've been hired to
find out who attacked
Rachel's horse and Rachel.
And what's that
got to do with me?
Well, Rachel was insured.
And clearly, you're happy
to make money off of her.
Why wouldn't I be?
She's only into horses
because I had her down
the betting shop every day.
Greedy b*tch wouldn't even give
me the odd tip to say thanks.
Wouldn't that be
like insider trading?
I've nothing to say to you.
My relationship with my
daughter is between me and her.
And the papers.
You can piss off now, yeah?
[playful music]
Uh, yeah, I will.
I just have one thing
to leave you with.
It's a lot easier to
sue for libel these days
than it used to be.
And Rachel could
wake up any day now.
♪ ♪
[phone buzzing]
Fergus?
I've just met the
father of the year.
OK, good for you.
I'm just calling
to let you know there's
nothing wrong with Tim's back.
As we suspected.
Leave that for now.
Let's meet at the stables.
I need to talk to Jackie again.
She lied to us.
All right, see you there.
[phone buzzing]
Oh.
Harry, I'm working.
- I know.
I assume you found a
connection to Duncan by now.
Oh, it seems there
are quite a few people
who had it in for Rachel.
You're not still
buying that horseshit
my father's shoveling, are you?
Well, if we are speaking
in horse analogies,
is it possible that
you're a bit blinkered?
Well, don't you know
me well enough to know
when I'm telling the truth?
Well, don't you know
me well enough to know
that I know how to do my job?
Fine.
OK, fine.
Yeah, talk later.
Oof.
Infuriating man.
[tense music]
That day at the stables, you
were talking to Sara Walsh.
Didn't look like a
small talk conversation.
What's it got to do with you?
You're working for
a rival stable.
You're a fifth columnist.
A what?
A spy?
We could go straight
to her and ask.
She's on our list.
I'm not working for the Walshes.
But I wish I was.
Wish, as in you'd do anything
to get a job with them?
Maybe even k*ll a horse?
Are you insane?
I want to work for them because
they love their animals.
Duncan loves money,
and that's about it.
♪ ♪
Where's Petra, by the way?
That's her texting me now.
She's off minding
her sick uncle.
He's rich as a fool
and on his way out.
She won't let him out
of her sight in case
someone else gets into
his will, you know?
How Florence Nightingale of her.
She just told me there that
she's sending her sister over
to keep an eye on me
in case I'm lured off
by some other woman. As if!
Who goes out for burgers
when you got bloody breast
of chicken in the fridge, eh?
Have you met the sister?
No.
Petra wouldn't have
her at the wedding,
didn't want to be outshone.
Apparently, Concept
is even more beautiful
than my goddess of a wife,
if you can believe that.
Hmm.
How's that young
jockey doing, then?
Oh, she's still in
a coma, poor girl.
God rest her.
No, she's not actually...
...and all who sail in her.
Drinks coming up.
You look like you've
been through the wars.
[chuckles] It's your mother.
Yeah?
Of course, it is.
I just assumed that she'd
see through my father,
as if like, I don't
know my own father
and don't know what a complete
and utter as*h*le the man...
sorry, I apologize.
You just lost Marcello and
here's me ranting about my dad.
No apology needed.
[chuckles] When my mother told
Marcello she was pregnant,
he went to get a
bottle of champagne.
And I didn't meet
him until I was six.
[gentle music]
Still, though, it's weird
now that he's gone, gone.
I'll tell you, though.
If my father taught
me one thing,
it was how to be a father.
I'd do anything for
my daughter, you know?
Yeah, me too.
[birds chirping]
[rattling]
Oh, sh*t.
Oh.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Oy!
[laughter]
- Sorry.
I know, you all right?
- Hold on.
- Let's have a look.
No, it's fine...
Is that legal, following someone
and filming them
without their consent?
Yeah, insurance companies
do it all the time.
I reacted to almost
being scalded.
Doesn't mean my
back's not injured.
No one's going to believe that.
And how are you going to
explain faking an injury
and then the...
the rider that took
your place being in a coma?
I didn't do it!
[sighs]
Hurt Rachel, I mean.
My family mean everything to me.
You don't understand.
Then make us.
Hmm.
[somber music]
I'm not on top form.
Things aren't
getting any better.
But I still need to earn.
Most stables,
they'd let you move
into training or something.
But Duncan's always been clear,
win or you're off the card.
But you're insured for injury?
Yes, but not for a
lot, enough to help
me retrain or get a
job somewhere else.
I feel so guilty that
Rachel was on Ananke.
Is Tim telling the truth?
I don't know, but he's
a very desperate man.
Yeah, it makes you think Duncan
ain't that great to work for.
You just missed Harry.
He's a decent skin, you know,
not many of them around.
I thought my love life
gave you the, uh... what do
you call it, Fergus, the ick.
I want you to stay out
of my investigations.
Might be better if you
were off with some fella.
[chuckles] Aren't you funny?
So does that mean you're
on our current case,
the horse one?
Vicky and Jordan
are looking into it.
Well, you show us yours.
We'll show you ours.
[scoffs]
You know that she has
life and injury insurance.
The father, a nasty
piece of work, has debts.
He's also categorically
not benefiting
from any insurance
policy on her.
She made sure she had a
clause included to stop
him being her next of kin.
Vicky spoke to the
insurance company today.
Mm.
[curious music]
Right, I'm off.
Oh, can I catch a lift?
I want to see Lola.
[clears throat] Come on.
Yes!
♪ ♪
Why did Duncan not know that?
Hang on a minute.
There's something I need
to talk to you about.
Ooh, sounds serious.
It is.
Look, I'll cut to it.
Lola's been offered
a college place.
Oh, that's brilliant.
She never said.
Isn't it a bit early for offers?
It's a place at Georgetown.
They offer different colleges.
She wasn't just
offered a course.
There's a scholarship.
[nervous laugh] Georgetown
as in USA Georgetown?
There's more.
She says she's not taking it.
Why?
Because of you.
Well, I didn't even
know she got a place.
I...
- I know that.
I'm not saying you
did or said anything.
She just doesn't
want to leave you.
[sentimental music]
I would never ask
you to do anything.
But I would ask you to
think what's best for Lola
if you love her as much as
she obviously loves you.
♪ ♪
Come on, let's go in.
Uh, actually, I think
I might head off.
It's gotten a bit late.
Will you tell her
I had to get home?
♪ ♪
Sure.
♪ ♪
I mean, he's been taking
me down different routes...
rival stables, Jackie,
Rachel's father.
I feel like I'm being played.
[puffs]
No I told you so?
Listen, I have been
watching that man con people
since the day I was born,
my mother being the first.
Oh, he did mention that
he was not a good husband.
That's an understatement.
Look, my mother was wealthy, OK?
My father charmed
his way in and then
treated her like a drudge.
He chased every skirt he met.
And when my mother finally
had the courage to leave him,
he'd win her around.
The only thing that man
is interested in is money.
On that, he did say that
there was some money missing
from the stable accounts.
I'd really like to get
access to those accounts,
see if he's telling the truth.
OK, well, I can you
access to the stables.
But I don't know what
code he uses for the safe.
Oh, no, that's OK.
I have a man.
I shouldn't need to be
seeing this for myself.
Your word matters.
Yeah, it's fine.
No, no, it's not fine.
The truth is, I've just...
I've just been a
little distracted.
[sighs] Marcello,
whatever I say, that man has
always been my Achilles' heel.
I feel almost relieved
now that he's gone
and guilty for feeling that way.
So take that as you will.
[chuckles]
I make of it that you're
just like the rest of us.
Mm, I wouldn't go that far.
[laughter]
[soft music]
♪ ♪
I always thought she
was a clever girl,
like your mom and my mom...
actually, like most
of the women we know.
We're lucky to have them.
Yeah, don't I know it?
What am I supposed to do, Da?
I know I can't just let
her pass up the chance.
But I don't want to lose her.
This is like that time with
Liberty all over again.
America is so far away.
[playful music]
♪ ♪
It's not like Liberty again.
You and Lola are
your own people.
College is a few years.
It's not forever.
You're earning.
You can get flights.
She won't want that.
You'll figure it out.
You're a good man, Fergus, more
than I could ever hope to be.
Thanks, Dad.
[eerie music]
♪ ♪
[phone buzzing]
I need to nip out.
[somber music]
Huh?
Where the hell is she?
- Harry!
- Oh, Christ!
What the hell?
Why are you two
dressed like that?
Aren't you afraid the cameras
will pick us up breaking in?
- No, we're not breaking in.
- Oh.
But I admire your willingness
to go headlong into crime.
Aren't you married to
a guard or something?
You've rubbed off on me.
[door creaking open]
Oh, there's key, sheesh.
You should have said
you had the key.
Come on.
Let's open it.
♪ ♪
Don't even think about
stealing anything.
As if I would...
not that there's
anything to take.
I had a look around
before you came in.
Mm-hmm, there's definitely
some money going missing...
extra payments on
horse feed without it
being lodged as received, but
it's not much, a few hundred.
Hundreds?
Why would Jackie steal
such small amounts?
You'd have to be
forensic to even notice.
What's this?
The insurance contract.
Some money in horses, huh?
Sorry I wasted your time, Orla.
Ah, I don't know what
to do with my evenings
now that I'm not in the PTA.
It was either this
or rewatch "Downton."
God, I love a "Downton" binge.
Whoa!
I've solved your case.
Have you any idea how much
this horse was insured for?
$200,000.
They make that in studding here.
Seriously?
Randy, huh?
In stud?
I've got an idea.
- Whoa!
Oh!
Shh!
There's something else in here.
What?
Oh, this is big.
This is big and juicy.
♪ ♪
[horse neighing]
Yes, I did notice money
was going missing.
You do know that Duncan
believes you're responsible.
Some of these kids, they
haven't had it easy.
[horse neighing]
And I know who was
taking the money,
but I was hoping to have it
sorted before Duncan noticed.
And you're protecting him?
I won't be staying here
much longer anyway.
I'm not going to tell
you who was stealing.
It's not relevant to
what happened to Ananke.
Well, you don't have to tell me.
But it is very relevant.
[upbeat music]
[horse neighing]
Well, come on, Lucy.
[horse neighing]
[knocking]
You remember Aidan, the
vet who put Ananke down?
I do.
Look, it's not like we have
a doctor's code or anything,
but I really shouldn't
be talking to you.
These stable owners take
their business very seriously.
And Mr. Benedict is
particularly sensitive.
We won't tell anybody.
Ah, what's this bottle of drugs
on Ananke's treatment shelf?
Pro viridia?
Pro virility, perhaps?
It got me thinking.
Exactly what kind of
supplement is this?
[somber music]
You were never going
to make any money off
of Ananke in stud.
Because Ananke is infertile.
And despite your
best efforts and
all the drugs you had pumped
into him, nothing was working.
And where did you
get that information?
It's irrelevant.
Now, the point is it
was always about money.
Ananke was sabotaged
for the insurance.
He was worth more dead
once his race days ended.
I hope you're not
accusing me of k*lling
my own horse because I was
as near to him that day
as any of you.
I think I know how he did it.
Yeah, well, you might know,
but you're never
going to prove it.
Won't I?
[horse neighing]
You told my colleague
that Duncan was helping
with your family bills.
How did you manage before that?
We got by.
It was you, wasn't it?
You were stealing
from the stables.
You got found out.
What happened, Matt?
What did Duncan ask you to do?
I got nothing to say to you.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
I'm afraid we're going to
have to ask you to leave.
This is my house, after all.
You know...
He's not worth it.
No, he's not.
I don't know how
you can be so calm.
I'm not.
I'm planning a new strategy.
♪ ♪
[somber music]
♪ ♪
Now, preparation is key.
If you don't start planning
for your table settings now,
then God knows what you're
going to end up with.
I will be happy with whatever
the table settings are.
Vicky, I don't
think you're taking
this very seriously at all.
Just a minute.
Corner District, how can I help?
[unintelligible speech]
I see.
[unintelligible speech]
[scoffs] That was Benedict
Stable's solicitor.
Mm-hmm. What?
We're about to have a visitor.
Get him in another... hold on.
The jockey case, I've
got a guy in our session,
says he's the one who
sabotaged the horse.
Does he know Rachel's OK?
Yeah, good timing, huh?
You both look like
you're going to tell me
that somebody's dead.
It's not Rachel.
No, no, it's good news on that.
Doctors are bringing
her around from coma,
no sign of permanent
brain or physical damage.
Oh, thank God for that.
And why are you both
looking so glum?
Matt Gaffney handed himself in.
He made a confession
saying he's been stealing
from the stable.
Duncan Benedict found out,
threatened to fire him,
so Matt sabotaged Ananke.
That is not what happened.
He knows.
Duncan's promised to
buy him off, hasn't he?
I suspect so.
And now with Rachel OK,
we're only really talking
about an attack on an animal.
It would be up to the stable
to make a bigger deal of it
because Ananke was a
valuable racehorse.
If they show leniency,
it's all on the judge.
Matt will have a good barrister,
which means Duncan will get
off, which he always does.
Actually, he won't.
Al Capone.
What?
Is it too late to visit Duncan?
Why don't you tell me what
you know and how you know it?
I would, but I think
it'd be better if you
heard it from your wife.
[upbeat music]
It's late.
Can this really not wait?
Well, let's just
say we're concerned
if we give you even one day,
you might hide the evidence.
Evidence of what?
You know, they could never get
Al Capone on any of his
violent underworld dealings.
But you do know what they
got him on in the end?
That would be tax
evasion, Harry.
Indeed.
This is a fascinating story.
But I think you'll find
I'm entirely tax compliant.
You are?
- He is?
- He is.
One thing he's not, however,
is insurance compliant.
This is nonsense.
My daughter-in-law is many
things, annoying mostly.
But she also has a
fantastic head for numbers.
Absolutely.
And you, my dear man,
are insuring more horses
than you have in your stables.
You have been making
false insurance
claims on injured and dead
animals that never existed.
And falsifying records
because your vet has not been
signing those forms for you.
I have no idea what
you're talking about,
and I'd like you to leave.
Oh, they're leaving.
And you're coming with us.
I had a warrant issued earlier.
And your son here
was good enough
to give us access to your
office and the stable accounts.
We'd like to ask you a few
questions down at the station.
It's up to 10 years for
insurance fraud, I'm afraid.
I'm going nowhere
without my solicitor.
Wise man.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
Yeah, he'll weasel out of it.
I imagine he will.
He's made an enemy
out of me now.
And I'll never
stop watching him.
It's weird I find
that really sexy.
Oh, please.
[chuckles]
What?
Sexy.
♪ ♪
I remember this one time
Marcello got it into his head
that he had to be the one
to teach me how to swim.
So we're down at the local pool,
I'm standing at the
deep end, knees shaking,
thinking we're going
to get in together.
And he's going to
guide me through it.
And next thing,
I'm up in the air,
heading straight for the water.
I think I'm going to drown.
And I'm kicking with everything.
And I look for Marcello.
And there he is at
the side of the pool,
chatting up a
lifeguard half his age.
[laughter]
The thing is, I
did learn to swim.
He was a flawed man.
But he was my dad.
The only one I had.
[applause]
[somber music]
Am I interrupting something?
It's a memorial.
It's just finished.
Oh.
Please stand.
Now, we'll say
thanks to the Lord.
Mamma Mia.
That is a beautiful woman.
She's a woman I'm very
much in love with.
Are you sure you don't
want to say a few words?
How could I follow that?
Thy will be done in Earth...
He loved you, and
me, in his own way.
Yes I did.
[playful music]
- [gasps]
- What?
- Dad?
- Granddad!
What's going on?
You're dead.
But except that very much alive.
Oh.
Oh, I am going to k*ll you!
Oh, whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- [grunts]
[theme music]
♪ ♪
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04x03 - Hold Your Horses, We've a k*ller to Catch
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Follows Harriet "Harry" Wild, a retired literature professor with a knack for solving mysteries.
Follows Harriet "Harry" Wild, a retired literature professor with a knack for solving mysteries.