Murdoch Mysteries

Ah, thank you.

Now, tell me, how does it feel, Tom?

Well, it's not really my colour.

Bet you've never seen a lady in scarlet before?

- Heck of a thing. - Isn't it though. That's my sister for you.

Tom, I was so pleased to meet you at the Masons.

I knew that a real Englishman would appreciate our little fox hunt.

Well, I'm all for good food and drink. So's the wife.

Well, food anyway.

Lucinda, will we see your fiancé today?

He won't be joining the hunt, I'm afraid.

- He's taken ill. - Oh, that's such a shame.

Hardly. I should be happy not to have to lay eyes on that twit today.

- Oh hush, Bernie. - I'm only teasing.

Indeed the real question is though,

where on Earth is dear Ricky boy?

- Who's that? - Rick Steel, our neighbour.

He hosted last year's hunt.

Not quite as grand as this, of course.

We can hardly have a hunt without him.

But then again, what can we do?

The fox waits for no man.

Tom, as an old hand why don't you kick things off.

Eh?

The toast, man.

The traditional start of the hunt.

Oh, the toast. Right.

Ladies and gentlemen, Thomas Brackenreid.

The fox is a funny animal.

Clever, they say.

But how clever is he, really?

Not as clever as us.

So let's rip the bugger apart.

- To the chase! - To the chase.

Oh hello.

Still working on your paper for the medical journal?

Another day or two.

William, have you seen Goldie Huckabee recently?

I haven't seen her in a few days.

Perhaps they're out of town.

That's just it. Raymond is most certainly home.

And he's acting strangely.

You've been keeping an eye on him?

Not at all. I couldn't help but notice yesterday he was

in his shed until late in the evening.

When I walked by, I heard him making odd noises,

like he was struggling with something.

Perhaps he's building something in there.

Neighbours do all sorts of strange things.

Yes, I know, it's silly.

It's only...

And I can't be certain, but

two nights ago I was awoken at the break of dawn.

I think I heard a gunshot.

I didn't hear anything. Are you quite sure?

No. I was asleep, so I suppose it could have been anything.

Would you like me to...

No, no. I'm sure it's all in my head.

Too much work.

Lovely horse, Miss Helmsworthy.

She's no Whisper.

Whisper? What's that?

Lucy's horse.

He was a fine old fellow.

Smooth as a windless lake. But alas,

she rides another today.

So, what ever happened to Whisper?

- We shot him. - Oh.

Drinks.

England is lousy with foxes, well you know that Tom,

but it might take us a while to rouse one here.

You won't hear any complaints from me. Cheers.

Shame you don't have any scotch.

Come on then, lads. Let's have at it.

Let's hurry on!

The dogs have got a scent!

Come on.

Ah-ha.

They've got something.

Is it a fox?

No. Look.

Rick Steel, neighbour and fellow fox hunter.

Lives just over there.

Well, the ground is soft here.

Someone had to have known that.

It would be a good place to hide a body.

Miss Hart says he's been dead two hours.

So maybe an hour before the hunt began.

Is this paint on his clothing?

Looks like it.

His neck is bloodied.

So he must have fought with someone.

He was strangled?

We were thinking likely by a piece of leather,

less than an inch thick.

That could be just about anything in this area.

We'll have the constables do a thorough search.

I cannot believe it. I cannot.

Rick was such a dear friend.

Who could have done such a thing?

We don't yet know.

Did he have any enemies that you know of?

- No, of course not. - No, no.

Well there was that awful business with Merriwether.

- Merriwether? - Our butler.

- But he couldn't... - Darling, is that you?

Stop! Sir! Someone's fleeing!

Rupert?

Oh, hello Henry.

Oh, my aching joints.

There was a time when I was very fast, you know.

I was known as the fastest man in Mimico.

- You never would have caught me back then. - I'm sure.

What in God's name are you doing here?

And why did you try to flee our murder investigation, Mr Newsome?

Well, first of all,

I didn't know there was a murder investigation.

I was fleeing in general.

Why?

I was embarrassed.

I saw Henry and I didn't want to have to explain myself.

Explain what?

All right.

If I must tell the tale...

After your wedding to my sister,

I set out on my adventure.

I was penniless, as you know,

and ready to see the world.

I still had a spring in my step

when I happened upon Lucinda Helmsworthy.

It doesn't look right!

Now.

The Newsomes and the Helmsworthys have never gotten on, so

I tried to avoid her.

Rupert Newsome?

What in God's name are you doing?

She insisted I come inside.

And then we fell in love and got engaged.

Quite romantic, really.

So you have been here in Mimico the entire time.

Yes.

And you didn't tell anyone? Not even Ruthie?

I didn't want to bother her.

Also, perhaps we should continue not to bother her.

What is there to say, really? I'm engaged,

- I'm in Mimico, blah blah blah... - I've already telephoned.

Roo roo! My darling brother.

My darling, darling big man.

Where have you been? Tell me everything.

He never left Mimico.

What?

He's been living with the Helmsworthys the whole time.

Since an hour after we got married.

Oh god no! Ruthie please! Don't!

Oh! Hello Raymond.

I didn't realise garbage collection was today.

Yes, I hired someone to take it.

Oh. Why is that? Not that I mean to pry.

Nice to see you. Nice to see you.

Oh, tell Goldie that I say hello.

Where is she, by the way? I haven't seen her in days.

I'm sorry, I need to...

Oh.

Mr Merriwether.

Your wife used to be in the employ of the man

who was just found dead.

She was, yes, until recently.

What happened?

Mr Steel was not a kind employer.

He was always shouting at her, and worse.

Finally, Emily told him off and he fired her on the spot.

- You disliked him. - Well, yes.

But Mr and Miss Helmsworthy hired Emily on straight away.

Mr Steel didn't care for that.

Even so.

You were stationed out near where the body was found

well before the hunt started.

I was, but I was immobile.

Even if I'd seen Mr. Steel, which I did not,

I was holding a tray of drinks.

You saw them, sir. The cups have no base.

- It's impossible to put the tray down. - It's true. Odd piece of kit.

I did hear something, though.

What's that?

Whispering.

When I was in the field, about an hour before the hunt.

More than one person.

To the east, in the woods.

I didn't expect them to be royalty, but really.

You couldn't have known he'd be such a boor.

- And what about her? - The Masons...

I just assumed such people would have class...

Whoa, whoa!

- Sir stop! - What is it?

Twine. I nearly rode into it.

Could have broken your bloody neck.

Someone intended to disrupt the hunt.

Whoever did this is likely who the butler heard whispering.

Saboteurs.

They think fox hunting's cruel.