Midsomer Murders

Does it take you back?

Stop me before I join them.

What do you think, son?

You reckon I've still got the moves?

Perfect! Well done! Bravo!

Sorry. My bombershay was all over the place.

- Don't worry. - I'm sorry.

I don't think anyone noticed.

You were great out there.

Lying cow.

Always a pleasure.

I, uh, just wanted to say break a leg.

In a good way.

Thank you. That's kind.

Hey. Water under the bridge.

Ray.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to this wonderful competition,

which the Wilder Biorobotics Institute

is immensely proud to sponsor.

The institute is very dear to us,

The promise of mended lives.

Surely, that is something truly worth celebrating.

For the next four evenings, the best dancers will go toe-to-toe.

And I am delighted to say that at the end,

the trophy for the winning couple

will be presented by Andrew's daughter Heather.

Now please join me in welcoming back our dedicated,

our deft, our delightful dancers.

Well, someone has been reading her thesaurus.

Oh, I thought she did okay.

Well, you're much nicer than me.

Well, don't know about that.

May I?

Charmer.

It's just as well one of us is.

I'm done.

Already?

I've shown my face, proved I'm a good sport.

Isn't that enough?

There'll be other competitions, Rosie.

Rosie.

What did you think, Dad?

I think you worked very hard.

But did you enjoy it?

I'm tired.

I'd like to go home.

Patience, okay?

You were wonderful. Come here.

Rosa Corrigan... 37, lived alone,

freelance journalist.

- Who found her? - A neighbor.

When she didn't answer the door, he went 'round the side.

- Glass was smashed. - So burglary gone wrong?

Yeah. Maybe.

She's still got all her jewelry,

and the laptop and the TV are still here...

And all her awards.

For what, journalism?

Pasodoble.

I saw her last night.

She was at the opening gala for some ballroom dance contest.

She wasn't competing.

I wonder why.

Didn't think glitz and glamour were your thing, sir.

They're not.

- Okay? - Yeah.

Lace?

Tulle. Good for ball gowns.

Mm. You're the expert.

Of course.

I've got several hanging in my wardrobe.

Really?

I ran them up myself.

Nothing I like better... You know, in between cooking,

cleaning, and conforming to gender stereotypes.

Sorry.

And that's what killed her?

Looks like it.

I'll know more when I get back to the lab.

She put up quite a fight. Anything under her fingernails?

You mean some nice DNA traces?

A man can hope.

When I get back to the lab.

- Thanks. - Sir.

How about a time of death?

I'd say not earlier than 11:00 last night

and not later than 3:00 this morning.

- I'll know more when I get b... - When you get back to the lab.

- I know. - Which do you want?

You can have it quick or you can have it right.

How about both?

It wasn't a break-in.

See where the cat came in?

It rained last night,

and the lawn's been freshly mowed.

No footprints?

And the other doors and windows?

No sign of forced entry.

I'd say whoever it was came in through the front door.

So they either had keys or they were let in.

Afterwards, they broke the glass and tried to fake a burglary.

Whichever way,

Rosa Corrigan almost certainly knew her killer.

Where are we on next of kin?

Her brother, Corporal Duncan Corrigan.

- He's been informed? - Yeah.

Let's talk to him.

And take a look at her laptop.

Find out what stories she was working on.

See if she'd opened any cans of worms.

Or just quick-stepped on someone's toes.

- Very droll, Winter. - Thank you, sir.

Try not to make it a habit.

It was Rosa that saved my life.

I was in Afghanistan.

Op Herrick. Three tours.

Well, nearly.

Five more days and I'd have done it.

So close.

What happened?

An IED.

Tore the transport vehicle apart.

Killed two guys.

They were gone...

like that.

And they don't come home.

But I did.

Well, most of me.

I guess that makes me the lucky one, right?

Whoo.

I'm sorry.

It was Rosa that said I should come and live here.

It's the first house we lived in when we moved over from Canada.

I mean, I grew up in this house.

Rosa said it was empty, and, well, Mom and Dad died.

It's like a little piece of them.

I had a little money set aside, so I want to rescue it.

A project.

That's what Rosa said I needed.

My baby sister, hey? Always looking out for me.

Why couldn't I do the same for her?

Ooh. Sorry.

- Sorry. - It's okay.

A bit rubbish today.

Hey. You're gonna be great.

- Shall we try again? - Yeah.

Yeah. She left the gala early.

She didn't like being a spectator.

You didn't leave with her?

No.

Do you know what your sister was working on at the moment?

No. Sorry.

Can you think of anyone who would want to hurt her?

Why do you ask?

Any arguments, disputes, feuds? Anything recent?

No. They said it was a burglary. Wrong time, wrong place.

That's what they... I mean...

- She didn't mention anything? - No.

No. She...

No. There was something.

A week ago, she was cycling home.

Someone tried to run her off the road.

Did she see who it was?

No. It was night.

The car was black or dark blue.

She didn't get a good look, so she didn't report it.

But there's this other dancer.

Like, hates the fact that Rosa always beats her.

I mean, Rosa was convinced it was her.

Does she have a name?

Yeah. Tanya.

Tanya Brzezinski.

- Your dad was a dancer? - Yeah. Competed too.

Regionals. We took him with us last night.

It was all I could do to stop him joining in.

- Your dad's here? - He's staying with us.

He's down for a friend's diamond wedding.

Sarah's idea that he stayed with us.

Turn it into a little holiday.

Oh, that's nice.

Or not.

And a-one, two, three.

Two, two, three.

Three, two, three.

Four... Excellent, Maurice!

Back straight. Posture, posture, posture!

Of course I didn't hate her.

I'd have to give a damn first.

You didn't resent her beating you?

You make it sound like a regular occurrence.

The last three times, it was.

One of those, the judges were clearly swayed

by the amount of mascara Rosa had on.

It's obviously a novelty in Kettering.

Could you tell us what time you left the ballroom?

Stay with it.

Why?

You don't think I had anything to do with her death, do you?

Backs straight.