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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.

ENGINE ROARS

TYRES SCREECH

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!

CLOCK CHIMES THE HOUR

SHE GASPS

Down by a rolling river

chanced to stray

Her eyes were brown

without a frown

Martha?

In here. Here, look what I found.
HE CHUCKLES

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!
SHE LAUGHS

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.

SHE CHUCKLES

HE SIGHS
That was embarrassing.

she said

The way we come to be

Yeah, it's a big old world indeed

And everyone conspires

Where all light comes in

Mrs Palmer?

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.
PHONE RINGS

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.
SHE CHUCKLES

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?

PHONE RINGS
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.
HE CHUCKLES

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.

SHE SOBS
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.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Can you hold just for a sec?

SHE CLEARS THROAT
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.
PHONE BEEPS

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.
SHE SOBS

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?

DOOR OPENS

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.

DOOR CLOSES

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.

CONVERSATION CONTINUES
IN BACKGROUND

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.

CAR-UNLOCKING BEEPS

And...if he finds something

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

Si, esto es verdad.

DOORBELL

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.
CLICKS TONGUE

SHE LAUGHS
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...

GLASS SMASHES

SHE WINCES

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.

HE LAUGHS
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.

RAUCOUS SHOUTING

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.

SHE CHUCKLES
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!

SHE SCOFFS

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...

SHE SIGHS

ENGINE STARTS
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!

HUMPHREY GROANS

SHE CLEARS THROAT
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!
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

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.

ENGINE REVS

SPLASH

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.

SHE CHUCKLES

Will keep me wrong from right

My better side takes hold of me

You do know that numpty
will get all the glory?

HE CHUCKLES

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

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

Won't be long.

KNOCK ON DOOR

DOOR OPENS
Hi, Angela.

INAUDIBLE

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!

BOTH CHUCKLE

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?

PHONE RINGS

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.

DOOR CLOSES

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.

TYRES SCREECH