All language subtitles for Beyond Paradise s01e04.eng

It's brilliant.

It's just brilliant. BEES BUZZ.

Apparently, local honey is
just the ticket for hay fever.

So I popped by here,

and Joan asked me
if I'd like to see the bees.

How could one refuse?
Thank you, Joan.

Thank you.

I didn't know you suffered
from hay fever.

I don't.

I'll bring it back, Joan.

HUMPHREY: So, DS Williams,
what's happened?

A man's been found dead

in a field up on North Farm. OK.

ESTHER: The crop circle happened

at some point last night

and the body was discovered by
a group of ramblers

around eight this morning.

Kelby attended with paramedics.

HUMPHREY: Look at this.
This is amazing.

And you said there were reports
of strange lights

in the sky, too.

A few shaky mobile phone images,

but nothing we can corroborate
with any of the agencies.

Still, very exciting.

Not for everyone, sir.

The deceased is male,
white, early 60s.

Right. Yes. Sorry.

Cause of death?

Unclear.

No markings or signs of injury
on the body.

The paramedics' best guess
at this stage is heart failure.

We don't know who he is?

No. Oddly, no ID on the body at all.

Nothing?

Strange.

Morning, Kelby.

Sorry, sir.

Are you OK?

Yes, sir. I just...

I'm just not used to dealing
with dead people.

Ah. Yeah.

Well, you stay out here,
get some fresh air.

Come along, Sergeant.

Morning, chaps. Sir.

And there was nothing at all
on the body?

No, sir.

He could have been robbed.

Yet there's no injuries,
signs of a struggle...

...apart from the shirt.

There appears to be buttons missing.

It's as though it was ripped open.

You think he was probed?

Probed? Yeah. Alien encounters.

That's what they do, isn't it?
Probe people.

Aliens?

Well, yeah. I mean, we are
in the middle of a crop circle,

after all.

And there are documented cases
of alien abductions

where the victims were subjected to
medical examinations.

I did read somewhere

they sometimes go in
through the belly button...

...so as not to leave any trace.

Sorry. Sorry.

HUMPHREY SIGHS

Scar. Heart surgery.

Could be a pacemaker, which fits
the theory of heart attack.

Well, if it is, there may
be a serial number

that linked to his medical records.

But even if it was a heart attack...

...it still doesn't tell us
how he got here.

Ah...

Yes.

It's a book page. It's Dickens.

Look, it's Pip reunited with
Estella,

the last page of
Great Expectations.

But why carry it around with you?

More importantly,
why keep it in your sock?

So somebody shot this last night?

Gordon Bennett!

It certainly looks like a UFO.

Or a torch attached to
a selfie stick.

It's the third crop circle
the farm's had this year.

It brings all the UFO spotters out.

Floppies, crop dude Chasers.

And you said the body
was discovered just after 8am?

Yes. Oi! Cool it.

They're the police.

And you're not allowed
on the farm until they say so.

CROPPI ES PROTEST

Sally runs the shop. Right.

Kelby, go and talk
to our croppies, would you?

Give them a description of our man.
See if anyone knows him.

Sir. Thank you.

Ah, the farm owners, sir.
Andrew and Cassie Parker.

Esther, we really need to get
that top field cleared.

We'll be as quick as we can.
This is Detective Inspector Goodman.

Good to meet you.

Sorry. Honey.

I mean, sorry, it's honey.
I'm not...

Ah, doesn't matter.

The man we found is white,
50, jeans, blue shirt.

Do you recall seeing anyone
like that yesterday?

No. Do you live at the farm,
Mr Parker? Yes.

We're in the main house.

Did you see or hear
anything unusual last night?

No, nothing. First we knew of all this was
when we saw the police car in the top field.

You didn't hear anything at all,
despite the appearance of a crop circle?

That's rather the point, isn't it?

Wouldn't be much of a
mystery otherwise. HE LAUGHS.

It certainly captures
the imagination.

It's not imagination we need.
It's a decent harvest.

We're a working farm

and right now we got half our wheat
field flattened

by heaven knows what,
the other half trampled on

by hundreds of rubberneckers.

My sister doesn't see the economic
benefits of our new�found notoriety.

We're a farm, not a circus.

Now, I don't know
what you found up there,

but there's work to do.

We need to get the shear grab
out the big shed.

CROPPIES CHATTER All right.

Two groups. The croppies,
and what's your group called?

ANDREW CLEARS HIS THROAT

So no�one was outside
during the night?

We shut the gates to the public
at seven o'clock.

What about the ramblers
who discovered the body?

Well, there's a public
bridleway round the perimeter,

but I've never seen anyone
outside walking at night.

Look, I'm sorry, but we've got
fields to harvest.

Of course. We just need to talk to
Sally and then we'll be on our way.

If we need anything else,
we'll be in touch.

Do you know everybody in Shipton?

Not everyone, but most.

So tell me about them.

Um...

Brother and sister.

He married and moved away,
but came back after his divorce.

They inherited the farm
from their parents.

Well, their mum. Their dad,
Nick Parker, was a crook.

Locked up about nine years ago

for his part in the Omnitas
robbery at Bristol Airport.

Yes, I remember that.
Yeah, it was really sad.

Their mum took her own life
just after the trial.

Andrew and Cassie have been
running this place

on their own ever since.

KELBY: Police confidentiality,
actually, sir.

I'm not made of money.
I need a fry�up.

Me guts are rumbling.
There's food at home.

No, there ain't.
You ain't clone a big shop yet.

All right, Josh?
You remember Josh Woods, sir?

Stole 12 cars in a single day.

Ah, yes. Josh. Yes.
Arranged them in a heart

for your girlfriend, as I recall.

Still spending the brownie points.

How's the community service?

Banging. Yeah.

Doing some gardening
for the old wrinklies

down at Summer Court on Wednesdays.

Tea and Jammie Dodgers for days.

Come on. Off you pop. Thanks, Mum.

This is Josh's step mum Sally.
Sally, DI Goodman.

Hello. Were you working yesterday?

Till closing, yeah. Left here 7.15.

Did you notice anything unusual?

There's always something
unusual going on round here.

It's on account of the ley lines.

Laters!

They crisscross the country linking
ancient historical sites.

Some think they're lines
of supernatural energy,

some think they were created
by aliens.

But you've got your Glastonbury
that way,

your Stonehenge over there

and the lines cross
in the top field, so... pow!

Did you have a man in here
yesterday?

Maybe 50, white, jeans,
blue shirt, boots?

Don't ring no bells.
What about the car park?

Was it empty when you left?
As far as I can remember.

Can I open up now?

That lot are waiting

for the guided tour of the new
circle once your lot 90.

And then we've got a coach
party heading down from Exeter.

Yes. I can't see why not.
All right. Cheers.

Nothing. OK. Thanks, Kelby.

We'll see you back at the station.
Shop's open!

So we have lights in the sky

and a man in the middle
of a newly formed crop circle,

possibly robbed, definitely dead,

with the page of a Charles Dickens
novel tucked into his sock.

Worse still, we have no idea
who he is.

I think we have our work cut
out with this one, Sergeant.

Yeah. We've got the one
from the walkers.

That was just after
eight this morning, yeah?

Firstly, I ain't your sweetheart.

And secondly,

how do you know the party was
in our half of the woods?

Ha�ha! Witnesses have been up
dancing all night?

Drinking and taking drugs?

Gorging on them funny mushrooms,
no doubt!

I'm surprised they could speak,

let alone tell you which half
of the woods they were in.

Yeah... I said "gorging".

Well, I'll pass it on, but I'm
not making any promises.

We're very busy.

We've had two stolen bikes, a fridge
set fire in a shopping trolley,

and a bloke found dead in a field.
And it's only 10.30!

RECEIVER CLATTERS

That was Upper Heywood

trying to shift their stuff
onto us again.

HQ are supposed to
sort that out, aren't they?

Probably all in a meeting

about whether they should have
a meeting or not

and whether they should have another meeting before
that meeting to decide on what biscuits to have.

Where's Batman and Robin?

Sarge texted me a minute ago.
They're on their way back.

Just getting some coffees.

Coffees?

Bite my doughnuts!

HUMPHREY: There you go.
This should do the trick.

But I don't have hay fever.

No, but last night you said that...

...you...

Yes, fight after we found out
about P's new baby.

At least, if it's from Joan, it's
local honey, so I can sell it.

Look, I'm... I'm... It's fine.

It's fine. I'm fine.

People will continue to have babies,
even if we don't.

I have a really good feeling
about this next round of NF.

Oh, Humphrey, you have a good
feeling about mostly everything.

Yes. Sorry.

Don't be.

Shouldn't you be at work?

Yes. Yes, I should. Yes.
SHE CHUCKLES.

How much do I owe you?
Oh, on the house.

One of the perks of the inspector
here sleeping with the owner.

Oh, glad to be of service.
Morning, all!

Humphrey. Archie.

How are you? Good. And you?

Same. Excellent.

So, has, um, Martha told
you the exciting news?

Oh, yes. We're being reviewed by
the food section

of the South Devon Tourist Guide.

Oh, when? Lunchtime.
That's brilliant.

Only if they like the food.
Oh, of course they will.

Anything I can do to help?

Thanks, but you and the kitchen
aren't the greatest friends.

Sadly true.

Then we shall leave you to it.

HE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

Thank you.

See you at the clinic.
Two o'clock?

Yes.

Archie. Humphrey.

So...

...the good stuff.

HUMPHREY: Here you go, Margo.

Skinny latte.

Are you saying I'm fat?

No.

I just... I mean...

Well, I'm not even sure how you'd
make a coffee skinny, even if it is.

You don't need... I mean,
you might need a coffee, but...

...it doesn't have to be...
She's winding you up.

It's what she always has.

SHE GIGGLES

Ah, right.

Yes, excellent. Good.

I've had Upper Heywood on.

There was an illegal rave
in Millbrook Woods last night.

They're saying it was in our half.

Our... half?

The county divisional boundary
runs through the centre.

They've confiscated all the
sound system and issued orders,

but there's still a few stragglers
insisting on partying on.

I told them we're busy!

If it is our patch,
they'll only issue a complaint.

Might be easier for Kelby
to go down and take a look.

No worries. I could take the
pick�up.

No, you couldn't. You haven't got
your advanced license.

But it's ten miles.
Better set off now, then.

Sir, you should listen to this.
Uh, yeah.

I asked Kelby to talk to the
emergency services call�handlers

to see if there was anything else

from last night that we could
tie into our mystery man.

They logged this at 11.50pm.

CALL�HANDLER:
999. What's your emergency?

GASPING

Hello? MAN: Help, please.

Can I take your name, sir?
Please help me.

Can you give me your location?

Sir? Please don't take my phone.

Sounds like someone was trying
to take the phone away from him

while he called for help.

Did they return the call?

Yes, but it went straight
to automated voicemail.

We didn't find a phone at the scene.

We can't say for sure it is our man. Yes, except
the operator was worried enough to try and pinpoint

the location by triangulating
phone masts.

The fix wasn't accurate enough
to send an ambulance.

The best they could get
was a two�mile radius

within an area of open farmland.

North Farm.

If it is our man, he wasn't alone.

If you say the word "alien" again,

I won't be responsible
for my actions.

I'm not sure we can entirely
discount it.

After all, there is a school
of thought that crop circles

are a complicated message
sent by beings

from another planet trying
to tell us something.

A sort of extraterrestrial email.

And anyone with any sense
will tell you

it's two blokes
with a plank and a bit of rope.

Yes, there's that theory too.

The Parkers probably do it
themselves. Bring in the grockles.

Though I have to say they didn't
seem best pleased about it.

So if our man had someone with him
helping him make the crop circles,

who then, for some reason, took his
phone and left him for dead...

Then this may be a murder enquiry.
Get on to the Coroner's Office.

See if they've made any progress
identifying the body. Sir.

Background checks on everyone
associated with North Farm,

the Parkers and Sally Woods.

And where the Dickens...

...does this fit in?

HORN BEEPS

Oh, battery! Knew it!

OK.

They're waiting for a couple
of tissue tests to come back,

but are very confident
they'll confirm cause of death

as massive cardiac arrest.

More interestingly, they've
made some preliminary enquiries

about the pacemaker he had fitted,

and that unit was issued

to a hospital in North Wales
six years ago.

If he came from North Wales,

how did he end up in a field
400 miles away?

In the middle of a crop circle.

Maybe you were right
about the aliens.

They picked him up in Wales, probed
him through his belly button

and dropped him off on Shipton.

He died en route, and the crop
circles are a message

explaining what happened.
Case solved!

Yes, I'm not sure that's the report

we should be sending to the
Chief Superintendent right now.

Hmph! OK. So, Andrew and Cassie
Parker,

nothing on file for them
nor for their mum Nancy.

Dad Nick, though,
is a different story.

He's got a record long as your arm.

He died in prison six weeks ago,
nine years into a 30�year sentence.

He died? Bowel cancer.

I didn't know. Neither did I.

I remember him being arrested for
the Bristol Airport robbery.

We cornered him
in Betty's tearooms, as was.

Biggest thing to happen in Shipton

since Mick Jagger
had a puncture on the A38.

OTHERS CHUCKLE Let's assume that
the emergency call we heard yesterday

was our man's last words,

which now means
we're looking for someone else,

a possible accomplice. Ohh.
So, we need to go back,

talk to everyone we've already seen

and ask if they've seen two men

anywhere near the farm yesterday.

They're asking for
a small tasting menu,

but everything feels
a bit too easy,

not fancy enough.

You're overthinking it.

Stick to the thing
you're passionate about.

Local ingredients served simply.

What was that dish you were
working on yesterday?

Summer salad, but it's just veg,
olive oil and goat's cheese.

Isn't that a bit too basic?

No! No. What makes this place
unique

is the fact that you can name
the person who grew the veg,

who made the oil.

You can probably name the goat
the cheese came from.

That was your vision, remember?

Trust in that.

You're right.

Thank you.

HE PANTS

Even if we did see two people
on the bridle path,

I'm not sure we'd have taken
much notice.

Why don't you try Sally
in the shop?

HUMPHREY: We will. Thank you.

I'm sorry about your dad, Andrew.

I didn't know he died. Thank you.

Did you manage to see him?

Me and Cassie didn't visit,

not after Mum did what she did.

Didn't really have anything
to say to him.

Well, we won't take up
any more of your time.

Maybe if you could just ask
your sister if she saw anyone?

Yeah. Thank you.

I put my foot in it there.

PHONE RINGS You weren't to know.

Hello, Kelby. You at the rave site?

Kelby?

It's a really bad line. Say again.

Hello?

He said he needs us
at Millbrook Woods,

and could we bring
the bike�charger?

LOW CHATTER

I thought I ought to show my
support. Pretend to be a customer.

Extol the virtues of the place.

Is that him? Yeah. He just got here.

It doesn't look as if he eats
very much for a food critic.

I mean, all the television foodies
are as big as a house.

OK? He wants a glass
of house dry white.

On it.

What's he eating?
I'm doing a tasting menu.

No wonder he's wasting away.

Give him a side of chips.

SHE SIGHS

Maybe I should go and flirt
with him. No!

I was assessing the area
and I found this.

No other cars around,

away from the road,

no occupants and unlocked.

Took a look inside
and I found a wallet.

It was in his jacket
on the back seat,

and there was a driver's license.

Now, unless I'm wrong, it looks like
our crop circle man.

Yes, it is. David Jones.

Kelby, you're a genius.

Oh, and while I was waiting for you,
I did a PNC vehicle check.

The car is registered to him

at an address in Rhyl, North Wales.

Which fits with what we found
in his pacemaker unit.

Well, we might be able to
identify him,

but it still doesn't tell us

how he got to be in a field
on North Farm.

Yeah.

And the car ten miles away
from where we found the body.

Unless the aliens plucked him
out of it.

There's an area marked out.
Why has he done that?

And look where it is.

North Farm.

Plate one is a summer salad

made with broad beans,
fresh peas and pea shoots,

all grown locally,

and served with goat's cheese
from Meadows Farm...

...made from milk taken
from a goat called Ziggy.

Enjoy.

I lied about the goat.

I don't really know
what her name was,

but it is from Meadows Farm.

Wow. Piece of cake.

Yes. Contact the local police
in Wales.

Have them visit the house
to inform next of kin.

Yes. And we found a map with
North Farm clearly marked out,

so him being there
was not an accident.

He was definitely there
for a reason.

So ask the local police

if they can establish
any known links to this area.

Thank you. Bye.

Crivens.

Ah, Kelby, we'll send a low�loader
to retrieve the car.

I have, uh, somewhere
I need to be at two,

so I'll see you back at the station.

Oh! I nearly forgot.

Bike�charger. Oh, brilliant.
Thank you, sir.

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

I'm really sorry. I'm running late.

The food guy is still here.

Not to worry. I'll just tell them
you've been held up.

Or we could reschedule?

Oh. Might be better.

You get back to work,
and I'll call the clinic now,

get a new date. Is that OK?

Of course. Why wouldn't it be?
Perfect.

Sorry.

Love you.

I love you, too. OK. Bye.

Um, he's going.

Thank you so much for coming.
Thank you...

Something's come up. Thank you.

Well, how was he?

Said it was the best lunch
he'd had this year.

Yes!

Well, he would say that, wouldn't he?
We'll soon know if he meant it or not.

He promised to send us a copy
before he submits it.

Can you hold the fort for a bit?

I need some air. Course.

Fantastic.

DOOR CLOSES

You took your time.
Stop off for a picnic, did you?

KELBY SCOFFS

So... what have we got?

David Jones, white male,
51 years old.

Drives from North Wales

to North Farm on the outskirts
of Shipton Abbott.

He may be alone or with another man,

but we know that he or they
are there by design

because there was a map in his car

with an area besides North Farm
clearly marked out.

Once here, he parks his car and then
walks ten miles to North Farm?

Or the second man, if there is one,

dropped him at the farm,
then drove to Millbrook Woods.

Where there's a rave taking place?

Ugh... Which makes no sense.

Police in Wales visited the address
we've got for David Jones.

It was empty.

They spoke to neighbours,
who said he seemed nice enough

from what they saw,
but he was a bit of a loner.

Kept himself to himself.

Nothing in the house suggested
any links to Devon.

ESTHER SIGHS
Feels like a bit of a dead end.

And we still don't know who else was
there and took his phone,

why the car was ten miles
from the scene,

and why did he have Charles Dickens
hidden in his sock?

And why did he visit Nicholas Parker
in prison six weeks ago?

An old visiting order.

ANDREW: I've never heard
of a David Jones.

So you have no idea
why he would visit your father?

No.

CASSIE: It was actually in the
prison hospital, the week he died.

You're a fan of Dickens?

HE SCOFFS
I haven't got time to read.

They were Dad's.
He was a bit of a bookworm.

That was our childhood Dickens at
bedtime, crosswords at the weekend.

So you don't recall your dad
ever mentioning

anyone called David Jones?

We haven't seen or spoken
to him since we lost Mum.

I didn't even want to look at him.

Mum knew he wasn't a saint,

but he told her he'd finished
with that life.

That he was done with it.

Promised her they'd make
their living here on the farm.

And she believed him.

So when he was arrested for
the robbery, she was distraught,

as much because he'd lied
to her as for what he'd done.

After he was sentenced, she just
sort of went inside herself.

The truth is, he broke her heart.

So much so that she, um...

Well, you know.

We know how difficult
this is for you.

But just to be certain,

we have a CCTV image
from the prison authorities.

If you could just take a look?

We've said we don't know who he is.
It's just to confirm.

Then we'll be on our way.
ANDREW SIGHS.

I do know him.

But his name isn't David Jones.

It's Harry Preston.

He was one of the gold robbers,
along with our father.

So if Harry Preston is the man
who gave evidence

against Nick Parker at his trial,

why on earth would
he agree to see him?

It's a very good question.

Though I understand him changing his
name if he was an informant.

And, crucially, Parker
was a fan of Charles Dickens.

It's pretty safe to assume that
the page we found on the body

came from him.

But what was it?

A memento or a message of some kind?

DOOR OPENS

Anyway, it's pretty late,
so why don't we find out

what we can about
this Harry Preston overnight...

Inspector!
..and regroup in the morning?

Uh, look,
I don't know if this will help,

but Andrew thinks I burnt it.

It's a letter from Dad.
Came just before he died.

Could I take it?
I'll make sure you get it back.

Thank you.

HUMPHREY: "I took her hand in mine",

"and we went out
of the ruined place,

"and, as the morning mists
had risen long ago

"when I first left the forge,

"so, the evening mists were
rising now,"

"and in all the broad expanse
of tranquil light they showed to me,"

"I saw no shadow of
another parting from her."

The last page of Charles Dickens'
Great Expectations.

But what was it doing
in a dead man's sock?

IT QUACKS

That is an excellent theory, Selwyn.

And then there's this letter.

HUMPHREY CHUCKLES

Hello. Hey!

How did you do
with your food critic?

Oh, good, I think.

I should have something
to read tomorrow.

Oh, good. Any food left?
I'm famished.

Sorry. Mum's at rumba class,

so she's picking up some fish and
chips on the way back. Excellent.

What about you?
What are you reading?

Oh, well, it's really
rather sad, actually.

It's a letter from a father,
clearly on his deathbed,

to his children, who've, um,
pretty much disowned him.

Who is it from? It's this case
we're working on.

He talks about the choices
he made as a parent

and the absolute and unbearable
pain of realising

that the choices he took destroyed
the very people he loved

and was trying to provide for.

That's awful.

Yes. He said that the pain
left him "bent and broken",

"but, I hope, into a better shape",

that the only gift he could
leave them was the...

...knowledge of being at
the very centre of his heart.

Were they reconciled before he died?

HE LAUGHS No.

I need to tell you something. Mm�hm?

I'm not sure you'll be very happy.

You didn't order a pickled gherkin to
go with the fish and chips? HE LAUGHS.

I...

...didn't call the clinic back
to reschedule the appointment.

Oh, well, don't worry.

You've been busy. It wasn't because
I didn't have time.

TEARFULLY: I don't want to do it
any more.

Do what? You know what.

I can't do all that.

To feel those things
then lose them again.

It won't ever work.

We know it won't.

I just want us to say it out loud.

Can we just be
a family... on our own?

Just you and me?

VEHICLE APPROACHES

Of course we can.

CAR DOOR CLOSES

Almost �30 for three pieces of fish
and some chips!

I mean, you can see the sea
from the shop.

I mean, it's not as though

they have to go very far
for the fish, is it?

And the queue was all the way
back to the bank!

Queuing for daylight robbery.

What's wrong?

Oh... Nothing.

Humphrey was just reading me
a letter

from a case he's working on.

It's a bit sad, that's all.

Some men bring flowers home.

Sorry. Don't be sorry.

Just get the ketchup.

BELL TOLLS

MARGO: Hello, Dennis!
You look busy.

MARGO CH UCKLES

Morning, Margo. SHE GASPS.

What are you doing
sneaking about this early?

I'm hardly sneaking. I work here.
I didn't sleep very well.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

MARGO SIGHS
ESTHER: Oh, you're early.

Sneaking about, he was.

Nearly had our second
heart attack of the week.

Morning, sir. Good morning.

Margo, I, um,
sent out enquiries last night,

both for here and North Wales
for a man called Harry Preston.

Can you see if anything's
come through overnight?

Right!

New day, everyone.

Time for a fresh look
at where we are.

Now, a man we now know to be
Harry Preston

was a known associate
of Nicholas Parker.

In fact, they were quite
literally partners in crime...

...until, that is,
Preston turned informant on Nick

and his fellow gang members
following the Omnitas raid

at Bristol Airport in 2014

in order to reduce his own sentence.

He changed his name to David Jones,

moved to North Wales,

we can assume to avoid
any ramifications.

All clear enough.

But then,

nine years later, with Nick Parker
close to death,

Harry Preston comes out of hiding
to visit him in the prison hospital.

We don't know what was said
between the two men,

but whatever it was, it resulted
in Preston driving to North Farm,

the most likely theory being

he was delivering a message to
Nick Parker's estranged children.

But having got there,

he suffered a fatal heart attack

in the centre of a newly formed
crop circle.

Now, other notable elements include

footage of what appears
to be a UFO in the night sky,

a page from Charles Dickens'
Great Expectations

tucked into his left sock,

a call to the emergency services

seemingly interrupted
by some form of altercation,

a map with an area marked out
beside North Farm,

and his car being found
ten miles away

at an illegal rave.

Just a thought.

Go on. We couldn't work out
why Preston would park his car

in Millbrook Woods
and walk to North Farm,

simply because it doesn't make
any sense. Yes, agreed.

Then the simplest answer is
he didn't.

Someone else did.

What are you saying?

Well, at fear of stereotyping
the Shipton youth,

what if someone just nicked
Preston's car to go to the rave?

So we need a car thief
who was at the rave last night.

Just for the record,

I have never been to a rave
before in my entire life.

You've still got the stamp
on your hand,

and you were pestering your mum
for money for a fry�up.

Needed to soak up the booze, Josh?

Don't drink.

We arrested you in the pub.

So now we've established

you were at the rave,
how did you get there?

Got a bike, innit?

Didn't we see you picking up
your bike from the farm shop?

I borrowed someone else's.

Whose? Phillip's.

Phillip. Phillip who?

Uh... Schofield.

You borrowed
Phillip Schofield's bike?

Yeah. KNOCK ON DOOR.

Didn't know he was local. Sir!

DS Williams has left the room.

So if we were to check
for fingerprints and DNA

in that car, we wouldn't find yours?

And if we checked
every roadside camera

between North Farm
and Millbrook Woods,

we wouldn't see
you driving that car?

DS Williams... DS Williams
has rejoined the interview.

We did a social media search

to see how all the UFO spotters
heard about the crop circle

at North Farm so quickly.

Turns out it was posted
on the local UFO watch site

at 11.35pm last night

by someone whose handle
was JoshDude1999.

Ring any bells, Josh?

That could have been anyone.

What year were you born?

1999, was it?

That doesn't prove anything.

Someone could have stolen
my identity.

Sergeant, have PC Hartford go
to Josh's address,

seize his computer.

And we've got experts,

people who can find everything
you've done online,

every post you've made
on social media,

every website you've visited...

OK! I borrowed it.

But I just took it
to the party. That's it.

And I didn't nick it, cos
the keys were in the ignition.

I thought it was, like, just
one of those communal things,

like the bikes. Ah.

And you borrowed it from where?

The road next to North Farm.

I am showing the witness
a photograph of Harry Preston.

Think very carefully, Josh,
before you answer.

This is very important.

Did you see this man at North Farm?

Nope.

No. I swear, I've never seen
this bloke before in my life.

Then what were you doing
at North Farm?

Well, there you have it.
Andrew Parker has been secretly

paying George
to help him make the circles.

Two men and a board, and a drone
used to put the lights up

in the sky, which Josh filmed
for good measure.

It seems the farm's been
struggling of late,

and Andrew discovered
a good source of income.

So, we may have solved

the mystery of the car
and the crop circle,

but I'm not sure it brings us
any closer

to discovering why Harry Preston
traveled all the way to the farm.

Yes... Margo, anything else come in?

Not much.

I found one of the guards
on duty in the prison

the day of Harry Preston's visit.

No�one really heard
the conversation,

but he was there a good hour.

The guard said he really liked
Nick Parker, though,

so they used to sit
and do puzzles together.

The stuff he used to do
with his kids. Hmm.

Well, if he'd lost his wife
and his children had disowned him,

he was probably glad to talk
to someone.

"The Ten Mile Kitchen stole
my heart, not my wallet."

"Genuinely local produce
prepared without fuss"

"and at a reasonable cost."

What did I tell you?

You should be happy.

They print over 300,000
of these for the summer.

Ah...

What? Slightly crossed wires.

"There's clear chemistry
between Martha,"

"who prepares the food, and Archie,
her wine�expert partner."

It sounds like we're married.

Yes. Well, perhaps you could get
them to reword it slightly.

What will Humphrey think?

I'll explain.

It's pretty harmless.
We should have made it clear.

I thought it was
about the food, not us.

Well, it is mostly. I mean,
don't get upset about it.

Don't get upset about it?!

He's no right to say
something like that.

He was here to sample my food,
not comment on my life!

Uh, Mots. Mots...

HE GROANS

ANNE EXHALES Right.

I feel like I've been told off.

I'm sorry.

And at the risk of incurring
more wrath...

...it does seem that you overreacted.
Just a little.

He said you had chemistry,

not that you were necking
over the bread rolls.

Necking?

It's perfectly obvious.

Your feelings for Archie
are starting to come back,

and you're in denial.

The lady doth protest too much,
methinks.

You couldn't be more wrong.

Really? Really.

Then enlighten me.

Last night, I told Humphrey
that I didn't want children...

...or that I didn't want to go
through IVF again.

Oh.

How did he react?

As only Humphrey can

by telling me not to worry.

By holding me in his arms
all night and telling me

that it didn't matter
and that all he needed was me.

Which made it worse.

I know he wanted to mean it,

but I worry that he didn't.

Not really.

I just feel so selfish.

That he might have
a better life without me.

Don't be ridiculous...
I mean it, Mum!

He's the most amazing man
I've ever known,

and he deserves to be happy.

I just don't know if he can
ever truly be that with me.

Just had final confirmation
from the Coroner's Office

on Harry Preston.

Coronary artery atheroma.

Nothing to do with
the pacemaker itself.

His arteries had narrowed
and he had a blood clot.

They said any kind of physical
exertion may have caused

a piece of atheroma
to break off and form a dot.

So nothing suggesting foul play.

And if someone else was with him,

sounds like he would have died
anyway. HUMPHREY: Mm�hm.

As for the rest of it, it will just
have to stay an unsolved puzzle.

Puzzle.

That's exactly what this is,
isn't it?

A puzzle.

What if it's a puzzle by design?

How do you mean? OK.

So, what if...

See, I remember the Omnitas robbery.

And if I'm not mistaken,

Nick Parker's sentence was
so harsh at the time

because he refused to give
the whereabouts of the gold bullion.

So, what if the only member
of the gang not in prison

was Harry Preston?

Who got a lesser sentence for giving
evidence against the others?

Exactly.

And he hears that the only person

who knows where the gold is
is dying.

So he goes to visit him.

I'm so sorry, Nick.
Please forgive me, mate.

Begs for forgiveness,

convinces him that he wants
to make amends in any way he can,

offering to take care
of the one thing

Nick holds most clear
when he's gone � his children.

Hoping Nick would tell him where the
gold was? Exactly that.

So, if we start there,

then suddenly things start
to fall into place.

We now know why Harry Preston
was at North Farm.

And I think this...

...was Nick's way...

...was Nick's way of showing
where the gold was.

My guess is that whatever this is,

it was supposed to be delivered
to Andrew and Cassie

to be their inheritance.

But instead...

...once a rat, always a rat.

He went to North Farm to try
and find the gold for himself.

The map told him that it was
buried somewhere at the farm,

but he didn't know where.

That night,

he parks by the side
of the road at North Farm.

He knew that the book page
would somehow tell him

exactly where to look.

But he had no idea how.

He takes this...

...hoping that something would
make some sense when he got there.

It mentions a bench.

�We are friends, ' said I,
rising and bending over her,

"as she rose from the bench."

Is there a bench somewhere?

"As the morning mists
had risen long ago"

"when I first left the forge."

A forge?

Was that a clue?

I think he was there for hours.

But he picked the one night

when Andrew and Josh
were creating UFO crop circles.

DRONE BUZZES

He may even have heard George
stealing his car

to go to the rave.

Andrew recognised Harry Preston
immediately.

Hey!

Ooh!

ANDREW: Hey! Come back here!

Harry knew he had to hide
the clue to the gold.

The book page.

And then... THUDDING HEARTBEATS.

HE GROANS

Fearing for his life,
he made that call.

Help... Please help...

Help me.

Please don't take my phone.

You think you can come
back here after what you did?

Putting our father in prison.

Ruining our lives. Hey? Please...

I think he just... watched him die.

Please.

HE GASPS

OK. I'd buy all of that
except one thing.

What? Would Nick Parker really

have trusted him with
the whereabouts of the bullion?

No, you're right. No, he wouldn't.

So there was a third part
of the puzzle

sent direct to his children.
Just before he died.

The letter!
I'll make sure you get it back.

If Harry Preston betrayed him,
he'd get nothing.

But if he didn't, he trusted
that his children

would be smart enough
to work it out.

He did puzzles with them as
children, remember? Mmm.

But are we?

Are we?

Sir.

Yes.

Yes, now the letter.

Look, there's a line here that's
a direct quote from the page.

"I've been bent and broken,
but, I hope, into a better shape."

What comes after that?

"The only gift I can leave you
is the knowledge"

"of being at the very centre
of my heart."

Gift.

Knowledge.

Centre. Heart.

There! There!

The centre of my heart.

X marks the spot.

MACHINERY CLUNKS

Shame we can't keep it.

No, but there is
a substantial reward,

so maybe your dad will get
what he wanted after all.

Why didn't you tell me what
happened?

Trying to protect you, I suppose.

Is he in trouble?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

If the Crown Prosecution Service
deem that he caused

or accelerated the death
of Mr Preston,

they could charge him
with manslaughter.

You silly sod.

At least you won't need aliens to
keep the farm afloat any more.

This way, sir.

He's going to change the text
before sending it in.

Thank you.

He was right, though.

About us having chemistry.

If, by that, you mean we work
well together, then yes.

And is that all it is to you?
Just... work?

Don't tell me you haven't wondered

whether there was still
something there.

We are not doing this.

Stop lying to yourself, Mots.
I know you, remember.

I can see that you're not happy,
that you're unsettled.

But at least be honest.

Please don't do this.

WHISTLING What...

What sort of a day have you had?

Oh, a bit of a strange one,
actually, now you ask.

You see, uh... Oh, hello, darling.

Humphrey's here.

So I can see. You ready?

Um, yeah. Bye.

Not enough that they
burn down my barn,

they have to ruin my bloody
tractor as well?

Any reason why someone might want to
burn down your wine cellar?

Upset anyone recently?

ESTHER: We've got another fire.

Looks like we might have a serial
arsonist on our hands.

A hay barn is straw.

A timber yard is sticks.

And the wine cellar is bricks.

I saw you and Archie together.

ESTHER: Do you suspect Archie?

I hope I'm not under arrest.

Your secrets have a funny way of
coming back and biting you

in the behind, you know.

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