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Police.

It's my partner. We had an argument

and he has just driven off, but he has been drinking

and he really shouldn't be behind the wheel.

I'm worried about him.

Police.

Yes, I called earlier and they gave me this number,

but I haven't heard anything.

Arthur Donalan.

Yes, you already said that someone would call me back,

but no-one has!

Look, he's not answering his phone,

and I am very worried about him.

Well...

..for God's sake, just make sure that someone does!

♪ One morning in the month of June Down by a rolling river

♪ There a weary traveller chanced to stray

♪ And he beheld his lover

♪ Her cheeks were red Her eyes were brown

♪ Her hair in ringlets hanging down

♪ She'd a lovely face without a frown

♪ Just as the tide was flowing. ♪

Martha?

In here. Here, look what I found.

I must have brought them with me from the Met.

Forgot all about them.

I should take them back to the station, really, shouldn't I?

Or, you know, we could, er, keep them for a while

for, erm...

..sexy time!

Sounds lovely.

They're rather restrictive, I imagine.

I'm dropping off some stuff at the charity shop first, Motty,

but I can come and help you after that.

Oh, great. The removal men are bringing the last load over

in about an hour.

I'll be as quick as I can. And, please...

..don't ever say "sexy time" in my presence again.

Can we do this tomorrow? I've got a new cafe to open.

That was embarrassing.

♪ Always a riddle in the world, she said

♪ Always a riddle inside my head

♪ Always a thing of wonder The way we come to be

♪ Oh, it's a big old place for me Yeah, it's a big old world indeed

♪ Everyone is killing me And everyone conspires

♪ In dreams I have watched it spin

♪ Seen the violent crack of atoms Where all light comes in

♪ In dreams I have lain in sin

♪ Just to be the cracked and the cared for... ♪

Mrs Palmer?

♪ How can I ask, Ask for more? ♪

Morning. Morning.

If you could pop that... How's it going?

Oh! Well, that depends.

If you like to be surrounded by boxes and not know

where anything is whilst being pecked to death

by a flock of seagulls, it's going great.

Mm! I thought the Inspector would be here helping.

He offered, but...

..things tend to take a little longer when he helps,

so I said he'd be better at work.

Mm. I feel your pain.

I thought it was a college day.

I switched so I can help Martha with the move.

You don't mind, do you? She's a life-saver.

No, as long as she doesn't fall behind with her work.

Is that why you're here? Checking up on me?

No. I was hoping I'd get a coffee.

Well, that's not happening.

I don't even know where the coffee machine is,

let alone where to plug it in, never mind coffee beans or milk.

Not a problem. I'll leave you to it.

And if you want a full day's work out of madam here,

you might need to take her phone off her.

You know, I read this thing last week about a girl in the US

who divorced her parents.

I'll sue you for maintenance.

Have fun.

Sergeant Williams.

Where?

Yeah. Yeah, that one. OK. On my way.

Oh, erm, you know, lots of reasons, really.

Erm, well, it's in the heart of town, you know,

which is, erm... which is... which is good.

And, erm, the landlord of the last place

was a right pain in the backside.

And I did offer to help with the move, you know, but, erm,

Martha insisted that I came to work instead.

Ah!

I'm sure she knows best.

I'll get maintenance to take a look.

We've got maintenance?

It's me with a screwdriver

and a pot of superglue.

Ah.

Shipton Abbott police.

How many sheep can you get in a Mini?

Er, four.

Two in the front, two in the back.

As long as one of them drives. Maaaaa!

Let me get it down. That wasn't a joke?

No! Erm...

..O'Brien's Farm had some sheep stolen last night...

..but the only camera I've got anywhere near

is a speed camera on the A380.

And the only car in its database from last night is a Mini.

How many sheep were taken?

Eight.

Then I suspect that isn't the vehicle you're looking for.

Unless it has a roof rack.

No, I don't think so.

That was Esther.

She got a call from the Hub about a body found in the river

under Mousetone Bridge.

Well, how come it didn't come through us?

No idea.

All right. Tell her I'll meet her there. Yeah.

That'd be great. Yeah. OK.

Yeah. Speak to you soon.

Sir? Hello.

Er, the car is registered to 36-year-old Niall Palmer.

Lives in St Jude's Lane in Upper Polreath,

about two and a half miles away.

He was reported missing last night by his partner, Arthur Donalan,

who called emergency services in the early hours of the morning.

Apparently, they had a disagreement

and he got in the car and drove off.

Mr Donalan was worried about him because he'd been drinking.

Looks like he missed the bend,

crashed through the gate, came down the bank...

Thank you.

..straight into the river.

I've asked for a toxicology test

to confirm if he was over the limit.

Cor, what a waste. Mm.

What, is that one of those, erm, running thingamajigs?

Fitness tracker?

Fitness tracker. Yes.

There's a bit of bruising on the upper body,

but you'd expect that with a car accident.

Might tell us something.

They are pretty sure cause of death was drowning. Mm.

Wait, he's wearing odd socks.

Look, Wednesday and Tuesday.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Sorry, sorry.

Erm, did you tell them they could move the body?

Oh, no. Erm...

..he did.

Angela?

Whatever's happened?

Come here. Come here.

My God.

Sir, this is DI Jacob Tremayne from Polmarron Station.

Humphrey Goodman.

Mucho gusto.

And DS Foster.

Fenella, por favor.

We're studying Spanish together.

Ah, excellent.

Now, can I ask why you're moving the body

before we've established probable cause?

Well, it's an RTC.

You've discounted any kind of foul play?

Well, call me old-fashioned, but when I see a car

spun off the road by a drunk driver

and parked in the river,

I tend to think accident.

Unless you're suggesting he wanted to park there.

No. No, of course not.

Exactamundo.

Even so, I'd quite like to at least preserve the scene

a little longer, just to make absolutely sure.

Well, what you'd like isn't a consideration, is it, hombre?

Cos it's not your case. It's ours.

The bridge spans the Tamar.

Sorry, why is that an issue?

It's the border between Devon and Cornwall.

Which makes things a little complicated,

because the deceased, Niall Palmer,

lives in Upper Polreath, which is in Cornwall,

yet his body was discovered on the other side of the river.

Which is in Devon.

So it's a question of jurisdiction.

Well, regardless of politics, er, ma'am...

..someone lost their life on our... on our...

Patch.

Patch. Thank you. You know, I'd like to at least establish

what happened leading up to the accident.

Call it due diligence.

Fine. I'll clear a joint operation with my counterpart at Polmarron.

I suggest you arrange with DI Tremayne

to establish parameters. Yes, ma'am.

Oh, and, Inspector?

Niall Palmer's partner is Arthur Donalan,

who is a councillor who is being mooted as the next mayor.

He's also on the Police Committee. So, pretty please,

let's not give him anything to complain about.

We had dinner...

..a few drinks in the garden. It was quite late.

And then... we argued about... something.

I cannot for the life of me remember what started it.

Anyway,

he got a strop on and grabbed the car keys and stormed off.

I tried to stop him, but there's no dealing with him

when he's in that state.

Must have been very upsetting.

He should never have been driving.

I was worried he'd kill someone or... himself.

That's why I called you.

I take no solace from the fact that I was obviously right.

Of course not.

What else do you need to know?

Well...

..I think we're done.

These things are only a formality.

Well, we're sorry to have taken up so much of your time.

Nonsense.

You've got a job to do.

You're being very brave.

Please.

So, er, you're a member at St Gerren's?

Yes.

Do you play there?

Oh, no. My chief super does. Er, he says to pass on his regards.

Peter?

Of course. Well, please tell him I say hello.

Gracias, senor.

De nada.

Can you hold just for a sec?

It's DS Foster. Her inspector wants

to hold a case conference at Polmarron Station.

Fine. No!

No? He's trying to establish seniority.

If we go there, he'll have the upper hand.

Will he?

Well, it's classic willy waving.

Willy...?

Waving.

Right. So... so what do we do?

Wave yours back at him.

Pardon me?

Tell them to come to us. They won't agree.

Then find somewhere neutral.

Right.

Hi, Fenella.

Sorry, can I make an alternative suggestion?

She said she won't leave until she's spoken to the detective in charge.

I've known her for years. Her late husband, Norm,

was on a lifeboat with Marvellous.

It was her son Niall who died in the accident last night.

And what does she want? Does she say?

Just to talk to whoever's in charge.

OK. And it's...?

Angela. Angela.

All right, thanks, Margo.

Angela.

Er, I'm Detective Inspector Goodman. This is DS Williams.

We're, erm...

We're very sorry for your loss.

He called me yesterday.

He wanted to come home with his washing.

I can't imagine how difficult this is for you.

Sorry, washing?

Would you say he was particular, then,

about his clothes?

He wouldn't let anyone else iron his shirts.

Right.

What about his socks?

Oh, he was very particular about his socks.

Had to be folded just right.

Angela...

..you wanted to talk to us?

The police who came...

..they said it was an accident,

that he'd been drinking and driving.

Yes, I'm sorry. It, erm, very much seems that way.

It can't be. He'd never do that.

I understand that, Angela, but we have...

I tried to explain to them, but they wouldn't listen.

His friend Will

died in a car accident four years ago.

They virtually grew up together.

Same age.

Same football team.

Same class at school.

Same girlfriend a couple of times

whilst Niall was working out who he was.

It's like they were joined at the hip.

Will was driving home from work on the bypass

when there was a head-on collision with a van.

Killed him outright.

The driver was five times over the limit.

Since then, my Niall got furious

just at the mention of drink-driving.

I've seen him in the pub taking car keys off people.

I know my son.

There's no way he would've got behind that wheel

if he'd have had a drink,

so whoever told you that is mistaken!

Or lying.

What do you think?

Well, she seemed very sure.

I get that he was anti-drink-driving,

but he'd just had a blazing row with his boyfriend.

I doubt he was thinking straight.

No...

"But..."?

But she also said he was very particular about his clothes,

and he was wearing odd socks.

Kelby!

You mentioned a Mini caught on a speed camera last night.

Whereabouts?

The A380 outside Polreath.

See if you can get me an image, can you?

Yes, sir.

Is it still working?

Should be. They track your swimming,

so have to be waterproof.

Ooh, this is a fancy one. It's got health metrics.

Sleep quality, heart rate and oxygen levels.

Oh. Final readings show heart rate as normal,

then goes off the scale.

Which would fit with driving and then losing control of the car.

Exactly. No, wait.

It says tracker removed at 1:06am.

But he was still wearing it.

Unless... That's when his heart stopped?

Not getting a reading, the tracker would have assumed

it had been disconnected, giving us a possible time of death.

Got it, sir.

Got it? Great!

Looks like the car.

Can you, erm, zoom in?

That's him.

What time was this taken?

Er, 1:29am.

He was doing 58 in a 40.

What time did Arthur Donalan call the emergency services?

1:25am. So that works.

But if his heart stopped at 1:06am...

..how on earth was he driving his car 19 minutes later?

Ooh! Can I help you?

We're supposed to be meeting someone here.

Oh, it's OK, Anne. Mum phoned. Er, I think you're meeting Humphrey.

Sorry. DI Goodman, the owner's fiance.

What can I get you?

Er, dos cafe con leche.

Two white coffees.

And, er, do you have doughnuts?

Er, sorry, not yet, but I could whip up some scones?

Perfecto.

I thought this was a neutral meeting place.

She said it was.

We've been hoodwinked, Sergeant.

They're here.

Well! This is very exciting,

the two great counties of Devon and Cornwall

coming together in the spirit of truth, justice and...

Cobblers. Cobblers?

Let's not pretend we don't know what's going on here.

What do you want?

Well, erm... evidence, really.

Access to any evidence you've gathered, witnesses.

Mr Palmer's partner, Arthur Donalan,

saw him leave in his car, presumably?

We've already spoken to Mr Donalan.

Well, we'd like to speak to him again.

What for?

To, erm, ask him some questions.

What sort of questions?

Well, I won't really know till I get there.

Hi. Scones, two white coffees, a latte

and a glass of milk. Sorry we're not very organised.

We're not actually open yet.

I'd also like to have access

to the vehicle report, crash investigation.

Anything you have, really.

Why? In case I've missed anything?

No, but if it is a joint operation, I should be able

to see what you've seen.

Well, this was a road traffic accident

caused by a drunk driver,

and everyone associated with him lives in Cornwall!

The body was found in Devon.

You invite us to your girlfriend's cafe

so that we're on your patch,

and now that we're wrong-footed,

you're starting on your list of demands. Classic!

Classic?

Ah!

So let's get down to it, shall we? The real issue.

Who's in charge?

I don't mind. I mean, I'm very happy for you to be in charge,

if that's what you'd like.

What's the catch?

No catch.

And if you find anything, you'll report back to me?

Absolutely.

OK.

No, no, no, no, no.

Finish your, er... your milk,

and I'll look forward to your report.

Did you really just put him in charge?

Yes.

Annoying as he may be, Sergeant,

hopefully, he'll be busy buffing his buttons

and we can find out what really happened to Niall Palmer.

I want to know where they go, who they're talking to.

Well, aren't they going to report to us anyway?

Ah, he's a bit weird. I don't trust him.

And... if he finds something

we didn't, it'll make me look bad.

Si, esto es verdad.

Yes?

Mr Donalan, my name is Detective Inspector Goodman.

This is Detective Sergeant Williams.

We'd like to talk to you about what happened last night.

Well, I already spoke to DI Tremayne.

We're from Shipton Abbott.

Well... what do you want?

As I said, a few more questions.

And if I haven't got time...?

Oh, we could come back.

I've got things to do. It'll have to be quick.

Well?

Well, we'd just like you

to run through the events of last night, if you can.

You mean, you want me to repeat

everything I've already told your colleagues?

If it's no trouble.

Niall and I had dinner here last night.

And we understand you were both drinking.

A rather nice Grenache.

And after dinner?

I opened up a bottle of champagne and we moved outside.

It was a warm night. Seemed a shame to waste it.

I... see you like your detectives.

Some.

Who's your favourite?

Holmes, of course.

Maigret. I have a particular weakness for Philip Marlowe.

An eclectic mix.

Are we talking about Niall or my taste in books?

I'm sorry.

So you, erm...

..you were, er... you were in the garden?

Yes. Er, what time was this?

No idea.

After midnight.

And, erm, at some point, you had a disagreement?

Can I ask what about?

I can't recall exactly.

You can't recall what you and your partner

were arguing about the night he died?

He stays occasionally, so he leaves some clothes here,

and I'd moved them.

It escalated from there,

all got a bit personal, and he stormed off.

I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen.

You saw him get into the car?

Yes. Time?

Does it matter? Yes.

I don't know exactly.

If it helps, the call you made to the emergency services was 1:25am.

Fine. Well, it was just before that, then, wasn't it?

He sped off down the drive, and that was the last I saw of him.

And you called the emergency services the moment he left?

As I explained to your colleagues,

he had been drinking heavily,

and I was worried he might kill himself or someone else.

Were you aware of Mr Palmer's views on drink-driving?

Well, I knew he... disapproved of it, yes.

But he was off his face.

It hardly seemed like the time to remind him.

No? I'd have thought it was the perfect time.

Shipton Abbott.

So your chief super would be...

..Charlie Woods.

Yes.

Perhaps I should call her and find out why I'm being interrogated.

Well, it's hardly an interrogation, Mr Donalan.

We're simply trying to establish Niall's movements.

And we have done that. Shall I repeat it for you?

We had dinner, argued, and he left.

Or am I missing something?

He's a bundle of fun.

And a detective aficionado, to boot.

You think he's lying?

Yes, I do.

But he can't be involved. He was the one who made

the call to the emergency services after Niall left,

and we saw Niall in the car alone.

As alibis go, it's watertight.

All true. Then why was he wearing odd socks?

And why did his fitness tracker say his heart stopped at 1:06?

You know, I've only read one Philip Marlowe novel,

while I was at uni.

Any good?

It was about a series of murders,

each one made to look like an accident.

Erm, wow. Yeah!

Did you get my message?

Oh. Erm... not sure. Hang on.

I spoke to Hannah earlier.

There's a little girl who needs foster care.

Her mum's going through a bad time, and there's no other family.

OK. When?

Later this week, maybe next.

What do you think?

Erm... what do you think?

Oh, we hardly see each other as it is.

Well, that is what happens when your future wife

becomes a catering mogul!

No, I'm serious.

I worry that we don't spend enough time on our own.

Maybe we should put it off.

I know you don't want that.

OK, so tell Hannah yes, we can do it,

but let's also make time for ourselves.

And we should start as we mean to carry on, with a...

..with a date night.

Tonight? Yeah, why not?

Get ourselves, erm, reacquainted.

You know.

Sorry.

Ready! Bye.

Bye, Mum. Bye!

Getting loads of the regulars from the old place in.

So, do you think it's down to my menu

or your brilliant service?

Mm, well...

Mum! Are you OK? What happened?

I just...

I just went a bit light... Ow, ow! ..headed.

I didn't fall, but my legs sort of buckled underneath me.

I just skipped breakfast. It's always a mistake.

You've hurt your shoulder.

Oh, don't fuss. I'm tougher than I look.

That doesn't mean you can go through the day without eating anything.

I'll go and get you something.

Can you sit her down?

I'll get you a chair.

Hello, stranger.

I'd better go see my farmer,

see if we can work out how they got his sheep out.

Careful where you're treading.

Coffee...

Oh, thanks.

Ta.

How are they doing over there?

Pretty much sorted.

Oh, I've had Inspector Tremayne on, wanting to know

where his report is. Flamin' cheek!

We've had stuff back from the lab while you were out.

Came from Marge Atkins.

She's office support at Polmarron Station.

Mad as a bag of fruit bats.

Heaven knows why they employ her.

I'm sure she's got her good points.

Can't think what.

Anyhow...

..cause of death is confirmed as drowning.

Toxicology report shows his PEth test looks quite high,

maybe two or three times over the alcohol driving limit.

Water in lungs showing traces of legionella and...

..well, lots of things I can't pronounce.

Not surprising, with what they dump in the rivers these days.

Mostly bacterioplankton, I suspect.

Well, that's easy for you to say.

Erm, tiny waterborne organisms.

So if the lab confirmed he was drunk

and he did drown in the river,

that pretty much confirms it was an accident, doesn't it?

Yes. So, are we done?

Almost.

There's still a couple of questions I'd like to know the answers to.

Such as?

Such as why would a man

described as being very particular about his clothes,

who even argued with his partner about how his clothes were placed,

be found wearing odd socks? Hmm?

And if the fitness tracker was right

and showed his heart stopped beating at 1:06am,

how could he be driving his car towards Mousetone

almost 20 minutes later? And thirdly,

why would a man who we know to be outspoken

in his condemnation of drink-driving

get behind the wheel of a car, knowing himself to be drunk?

But none of that changes the fact

that he was definitely drunk, definitely driving the car

and definitely crashed in the river and drowned.

Esther? Er, do you think you might be able to help me?

I seem to have handcuffed myself to a desk lamp.

I didn't realise these things locked automatically.

It's been a while since I've arrested anybody!

I might have a key...

..I might not.

Oh, ow! I'm looking...

Won't be long.

If you could just... Don't tighten them.

If you tighten them... Right, I'll be off, then.

You're the one that handcuffed yourself.

Yes, I know, but I haven't used handcuffs since police training.

Oh, ma'am! Er, I was just going to, er,

go see a stolen sheep, ma'am.

Well, not see it, because it's stolen.

With some friends.

Other sheep.

That's why they called us.

Not the sheep.

Er, Mr... Mr O'Brien, the farmer man.

Well, don't let me hold you up.

Don't worry. No, I'm not taking my time.

I'm actually trying to get it off you.

If you could just stay with me...

Afternoon, ma'am. Inspector.

Ah, ma'am!

I've just had a conversation with Councillor Donalan.

Oh?

To say he was furious would be somewhat of an understatement.

What exactly did you say to him?

We simply asked him a few pertinent questions.

He said he felt like he was being held

personally responsible for his partner's death.

Well, erm, we asked him for his account of the events

leading to Niall Palmer leaving his house, that's all.

He said your manner was offhand, accusatory

and at times downright rude.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that. It wasn't intended.

Oh, we're, erm, having a bit of a move around.

Er, different lighting. Yeah!

Do you have the slightest shred of evidence that Mr Palmer

is anything but a victim of a tragic accident?

No, ma'am.

Toxicology report?

Yes, er, shows he was almost three times over the drink-driving limit.

And the car he was known to be driving

was pulled out of the river with him in it?

Yes, it was. Cause of death confirmed as drowning?

Yes. And do you have

anything whatsoever to suggest that Councillor Donalan

is in any way responsible for his partner's death?

Erm, no, ma'am.

Inspector Tremayne is happy that this was an accident?

It would appear so, yes.

So, despite all the evidence pointing to an RTC,

tragic though it is, you have managed

to rub everyone on the Cornish police team up the wrong way

and upset Councillor Donalan to the point

that he is threatening to report us to the IOPC.

Can you give me one credible reason

why you think this wasn't an accident?

We...

No, ma'am.

Then I suggest you wrap this up

and you do something more deserving of your time...

..and mine!

Is that understood?

Yes, ma'am. Good.

If I could just have until the end of the day? Please?

A few loose ends.

Close of play today. Do I make myself clear?

Absolutely.

Margo. Ma'am.

You've got the key! Socks!

What do you expect, though, guv? They are from Devon.

Maybe I should have drawn them a picture.

Yeah!

No. No, no, we've covered all bases.

They're just making themselves look stupid.

Will do, guv. Adios.

Todo bien?

Mucho todo bien.

You're built of strong stuff, Anne. You'll be right as rain in no time.

Though perhaps I should drive you home.

I'll be fine. Nonsense.

It's on my way.

Thank you, Archie.

As gallant as ever.

Er, excuse me.

I know what you're doing. What?

Sucking up to Mum to make me feel guilty.

Look, I know it's short notice.

It's no notice. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

Please, Motty. I've got 40 people coming.

Without you, I'm screwed.

Well, can't you make some sandwiches or something

and buy some nibbly bits?

These are potential new clients.

I mean, me chucking a few bags of crisps in a bowl

is hardly likely to impress them, is it?

And think of the positives. It's a great showcase

for your new outside-catering business.

A rushed and badly prepared showcase.

And besides, Humphrey and I have plans tonight.

Humphrey will understand.

And I'll make it up to you both.

Please...?

OK. Thank you, Paul.

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

Bye.

So, I went on Niall Palmer's social media,

and one of his good friends on there seems to be

someone called Paul Cresswell. I've just spoken to him,

and it turns out he's not a fan of Arthur Donalan.

Oh. He said he was controlling, manipulative

and that his relationship with Niall is toxic.

He said he thought that the age difference was a factor,

that Donalan bullied Niall.

More telling is the fact that he believes

Niall had finally had enough,

that he was going to tell Donalan he wanted a break.

Do you think that's what they argued about?

Well, I believe that more than the clothes thing.

Is that him?

Er, yeah. It's a birthday party Paul threw for Niall in November.

You see Arthur there at the back.

Hiya.

Can I borrow him?

Be my guest.

Hello.

Bad news.

I need to cancel our date night.

Oh, no! What happened?

Archie Hughes came to see me.

Archie? He's been away travelling,

and now he's back to launch a new wine,

and his caterers have just let him down.

So you said you'd help out.

Are you mad?

No. Yes.

Which?

No, because you're kind and of course you said you'd help out

if you could. And, yes, because I was looking forward to our date.

Can we reschedule?

Yes, we could.

And it's not much compensation, but...

..everyone's invited, so you can come, too.

Oh!

I'll, erm... I'll text you the details.

Aw, thanks, Billy. You're a star.

Yeah.

The speed camera was calibrated three weeks ago.

They said the timing is perfect.

Wait, so if his heart did stop at 1:06, how could he be driving

20 minutes later?

Unless...

Unless we're wrong to assume

that because the tracker showed the connection was lost,

that that's when his heart stopped,

and something else broke the connection.

OK. What if he just took it off?

Wait. Wait. There was a hot tub in the garden.

Mm-hm. Could be.

Well, there's only one person who would know.

I really don't think this is a good idea.

You heard what the Chief Super said.

I'll be polite!

I'm not sure that's going to be enough.

All right, well, you wait here, then.

I'll be five minutes.

Ah! Mr Donalan.

What do you want?

I just have a couple of very small questions.

Have to wait, I'm afraid. I'm just going for a run.

Well, I'll be very quick. Well, you'd better see

if you can keep up, then. Er, well, I...

Erm, can I just ask?

Mr Palmer was wearing a fitness tracker,

a bit like your own, actually.

And? And, well, I wonder if at some point he took it off.

What?

If he took it off to, er, get into the hot tub, for example.

How the hell would I know what he did with his watch?

So, er, you didn't notice?

Well, why should I?

Well, no reason why you should, really.

It's just you were the only person with him, and, you see,

it stopped at 1:06,

and you didn't report him missing until 1:25.

Er, so he must have still been with you when he took it off.

I have no idea.

And if I'm honest, Inspector,

I fail to see why any of this matters.

He got drunk and he ran off the road,

with or without his damn watch.

Yes, that does seem the most obvious version of...

..events. But...

But nothing. You're making all this far too complicated.

Anything else? Well...

Good!

Ten to six.

You've got ten minutes before we have to admit

DI Tremayne and Cruella were right all along.

He is lying. I know it.

I think so, too. But we don't have

any evidence to show it was anything else but an accident.

OK!

Sheep mystery over.

Some numpty had gone through a gate on the public footpath,

only the spring had gone, so the sheep went through that

into Dot Trowman's field

at the bottom of St Jude's Lane, eating her turnips.

I bet she was happy.

She was furious.

It took us nearly an hour to chase them back into their own field.

Looks like everybody's getting a workout today.

What I don't get is who'd be out walking

that time of night to leave the gate open in the first place?

Up to no good, I bet.

Ooh, I think I might need a good soak tonight.

LEGIONELLA!

Legionella!

Margo, toxicology report.

There.

Traces of legionella found in his lungs.

I didn't think anything of it.

I didn't think anything of it!

But, as you quite rightly said, Esther, who knows

what's being pumped into our rivers these days? But...

But it's also the type of thing you would expect to find

in standing water, in a tank or a pond...

..or a hot tub.

90 CFU per millilitre.

Is that bad?

Too high for a river.

But not for a hot tub?

No, the concentration would be much higher.

So he inhaled some of the water from the hot tub.

But how does that help us?

Because if that's the water that was in his lungs,

could that be the water that killed him?

No, wait. But how? How? How? We saw him driving away.

Can you zoom in?

Or did we? Uh...

Why would a man particular about his clothes wear odd socks?

Because he didn't dress himself.

Arthur Donalan said they began arguing.

I think they were in the hot tub.

It's not been working for a while.

I'm just not happy any more.

He said himself the argument escalated.

Oh, you're not happy. What a surprise.

Because when have you ever been happy about anything?!

And what if it then turned to violence?

His heart raced as he fought for his life...

..and then stopped.

1:06?

Whether he meant to take his life is unclear.

Only he knows that.

But it's the only possible thing that makes sense.

His heart stopped at 1:06,

just as his fitness tracker said.

What threw us off the scent was that his body was found

in the river, so we simply accepted

that's where he must have drowned.

Margo, get a unit to take a sample

of the water in Arthur Donalan's hot tub

and get it cross-checked with the sample

found in Niall Palmer's lungs.

But if he was already dead,

then how did he drive his car past the speed camera?

Because, Kelby, like everything else in this case,

nothing is what it seems.

No doubt Donalan was distraught by what he'd done,

but he had to think quickly.

He knew he needed to dress him and get him away from the house.

Odd socks.

But what if he was seen?

And even if he wasn't, would people actually believe

that Niall left the house of his own accord?

You see, the next part was inspired.

Worthy of a true detective aficionado.

Police.

It's my partner. We had an argument

and he has just driven off, but he has been drinking

and he really shouldn't be behind the wheel.

I'm worried about him.

And once he'd made that call,

he looked for the thing that Niall's friends

had used at Niall's surprise birthday party.

Ooh, sh-sh-sh.

Surprise!

All he had to do was pull up half a mile or so

from where he knew the speed camera was.

Because Niall had drowned, in order to cover his tracks,

he knew he had to leave the body in water.

An avid runner - the two-mile run home could have been done

in, what, 15 minutes? Particularly if he took

the short cut across the fields.

Kelby's mystery walker! Exactly.

He left the scene knowing full well

that if a drowned man was found in the river,

everyone would assume that's where he died.

Then, as soon as he was home, he made the second call...

Police.

Yes, I called earlier and they gave me this number,

but I haven't heard anything.

Arthur Donalan.

You've already said that someone will call me back,

but no-one has!

..to further establish his alibi.

Look, he's not answering his phone, and I am very worried about him.

Well, for God's sake, just make sure that someone does!

SOCO unit's on the way to the house now.

We should bring Arthur Donalan in at the same time.

Or maybe WE shouldn't.

What?

DI Tremayne, please.

It's DI Goodman from Shipton Abbott.

What are you doing?

Sharing the news with our team leader.

After all, we've got a wine launch to get to,

and there's at least three hours of paperwork

for the arresting officer to do.

Jacob!

Buenas noches.

♪ I'm keeping up appearances

♪ The dark side of my privilege

♪ Damn, thank God I've got my vice

♪ The dopamine tuition Will keep me wrong from right

♪ But I don't like when My better side takes hold of me

♪ I didn't want you to know... ♪

♪ Don't make a sound

♪ Feet, don't fail me now

♪ I got to stand my ground

♪ And though I'm down for trying I am better in denial... ♪

You do know that numpty will get all the glory?

Well, some things are more important, Sergeant...

..like telling a mum she was right about her son.

Won't be long.

Hi, Angela.

Oh, Motty, you godsend.

Your mum seems to have recovered from her fall.

Is she all right?

Yeah, I think so. More embarrassed than anything else.

Yes.

I'm just going to go and find Zoe quickly.

There's no need to fuss. I'm just checking on her.

Do you want a drink? Wine. All right.

I heard you went to see Angela.

Er, yes.

Thank you.

Well, she deserves to know the truth.

Mm.

Ah-ah-ah, are you old enough to serve alcohol?

Don't you want one, then?

No, I'll let you off with a caution. Thank you.

This is very swanky!

Swanky's my thing.

Humphrey! Archie.

Well, last time I saw you, we were, er, rolling around

on the seafront. Ah, yes, we were!

So sorry. I'm really...

I didn't mean to. Really sorry.

No, it's all right.

Ah!

You know what? I probably deserve that for ruining your date night.

Are you OK? Yeah, I'm fine.

Barely touched me.

Come and join us!

So, this is Anne. Oh!

- And this is Margo. - Lovely to meet you.

Hello, Anne! Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?

Yes! Good. Good. Lovely to see you.

Sergeant Williams!

Zoe is doing an amazing job. You must be very proud of her.

I am.

But don't tell her that. Oh, heaven forbid.

So, erm, long time, no see.

How are things with Shipton Abbott's finest?

Good. You?

Yeah, erm... pretty good. Did a bit of travelling.

Cleared my head a bit.

Ah. We all need to do that once in a while.

Never a truer word.

Do you know what?

I'm not sure I've ever seen you off duty before.

Quite the difference.

Is that a posh boy's way of saying I scrub up well?

Ha-ha! I suppose it is.

Well, then, I'll take it as a compliment.

Which is exactly as I meant it.

Hmm.

You seem to be empty. Let's get you filled up.

Thank you!

Not a problem.

I know the owner.

Right, you two, follow me.

Where are we going?

You'll see.

Erm, I'm not sure what you planned for your date night,

but this is the best I could do at short notice.

Archie!

Just enjoy it and make time for each other.

Well, this is amazing!

Especially after you punched him in the face.

Yes...

Quite a day. Me moving, you solving a murder.

Yeah, well...

..that is what we do.

Yes, it is.

And now it's just you and me.

Yes, it is.

Did you bring the handcuffs?

Shall I leave it?

Yes.

It's Hannah.

Hi, Hannah.

I know it's quicker than we thought,

but her mum's been rearrested, and now she's back on remand,

so it was a bit of an emergency.

Will you be OK?

Oh, we'll be fine.

She's had a bit of a rough time, bless her,

so she might need a bit of time to settle in.

But just... be you. OK?

You two are exactly what she needs right now.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Did you see anyone?

No. But I knew they were there.

Any pills? MDMA?

Anything at all? No, I swear.

He's a bit weird. He can seem that way sometimes,

but once you get to know him properly, you'll find out

how lovely he is. Did she just say I was weird?

I really thought someone was going to kill me.

Whoever it is, they'll have to go through me first.

You should get someone to look at it.

That's what you get for sticking your pointy nose

in other people's business.