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♪ Two turtle doves and a
partridge in a pear tree ♪

♪ On the third day of Christmas ♪

♪ My true love gave to me ♪

♪ Three French hens, two turtle doves ♪

Ow! Get out of it!

Oi, you! Sit down...

♪ On the fourth day of Christmas ♪

♪ My true love gave to me ♪

♪ Four calling birds ♪

♪ Three French hens ♪

♪ Two turtle doves ♪

♪ And a partridge in a pear tree ♪

Hello, darling! Hello.

I've called the police!

Linda.

Get out.

Get out of here.

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

♪ A weary traveller chanced to
stay 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 ♪

Can you hear that?

- No.
- Exactly.

I've been cooking over an hour

and not once have I set
the smoke alarm off.

I'm proud of you.
What have you put on them?

Nutmeg. It's a James Oliver recipe.

I think he probably meant a sprinkle.

Too much nutmeg sends you doolally.

Really?

When I was little I made a cake

and put three tablespoons
in instead of teaspoons.

Nan swore she could see Bruce
Forsyth licking the sugar

off her mince pies.

That's an image that may
stay with me for some time.

- Ready for the big switch on?
- Can't wait.

- Ha-ha-ha!
- Ah!

Oh, you don't think
it's too much, do you?

No, I love it.

It's our first foster
placement at Christmas.

Just want everything to be perfect.

It is.

And what's more Christmassy
than fairy lights,

sausage rolls and, er...

forgetting to turn the oven off.

And what about Beth and Aaron?

- Are they still in Dubai?
- Yes, yes.

Not sure they'll move
back any time soon,

at least not until the
kids have finished school.

I suppose you get used to the weather.

Will they come back
at Christmas, though?

Doubt it.

No, I'm expecting rather
a quiet one this year.

Mm.

And how are you?

Oh, you know.

It's a cliché,

but the first twelve months
really are the hardest.

Hmm.

You know, I'm always here for a chat,
Bob, you know that.

Thank you.

What?

This is gonna sound ridiculous,
but, erm...

after you lost Anthony...

did you ever...

see him?

Why am I so nervous?

Well, I suppose it's our first teenager.

Teenager, yes, gosh.

I must remember,
don't try to be too cool.

Never had that problem before?

Er... I have been cool, thank you.

There was a short
period in the mid '90s.

God.

Hi, hi, hi. Sorry I'm late.
I'm having one of those days.

This is Jaiden.

- Hi, Jaiden.
- Hello, mate.

Jaiden, this is Humphrey and Martha.

Hmm.

Humphrey and Martha?

Have you got Wi-Fi?

Oh, yes.

Yeah, it's, erm, it's "Waterside."

Er, the... the password is Selwyn...

S-E-L-W-Y-N-1-2-3.

- Cheers.
- You're welcome.

He's a lovely kid.

He might just take a while to warm up.

Sorry I haven't got the
paperwork and info.

The girls in the office
are sorting that,

'cos I have to be in court in...

an hour.

We'll be fine.

Well, the sooner I get out your way,

the sooner you can all
get to know each other.

Any problems, you know where I am. Okay?

- Okay?
- Erm, do you wanna take his bag?

Oh, y-yes. Erm...

Shall we go inside?

Get out.

Get out of here.

It's not you!

It isn't you!

♪ Deck the halls with boughs of holly ♪

♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la
'Tis the season to be jolly ♪

♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la ♪

♪ Don we now our gay apparel ♪

♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la ♪

♪ Troll the ancient Yuletide carol ♪

♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la ♪

Morning. Got you a chocolate croissant.

Thank you.

What you doing?

Did you see it?

Er, Santa Claus dropping his trousers?

It's hilarious!

Right.

I hope this isn't my Christmas present.

No. We're doing Secret
Santa this year, remember?

Aye. You got me something nice, then?

Well, I got you a little, erm...

Hang on a minute.

How'd you know I'm buying for you?

Remember those little notes we all got,

telling who was paired with who?

Yeah.

Who do you think sent them?

It's not very secret, is it?

Perk of the job.

Well, I've only got one
present left to buy.

Mum wants an epilator...
whatever that is.

Oh! You have to stop by the church.

- They've had a break-in.
- When?

Well, they discovered it this morning,

but it could have been
any time this week.

I think I'll head over now,
before I get settled in.

Oh yeah, that's quite cool.

I think they're actually
attached to his head.

We could have them surgically removed.

Ah, he's fine. Just let him settle in.

Besides, it's good he's got
friends he can talk to.

Yes.

I feel bad, though,
having to go to work.

Sounds cool.

But I can change my
work hours, you can't.

That's why I'm primary carer.

I still feel bad about
not helping out more.

Well, the idea is, this feels
like a normal home for him,

and in a normal home,
someone goes to work every day.

- Yep, you're right.
- I'm always right.

- I thought we established that.
- Did we?

We did. I'll get the car keys.

Morning, Anne.

How's life aboard?

Very cosy, thanks.

Could I ask for some advice?

Oh, if it's what to get
Martha for Christmas,

then I am no good to you, I'm afraid.

I haven't the foggiest.

It's a bit trickier than that.

It's my friend Bob Holland.
I'm worried about him.

He lost his wife earlier in the year.

Well... he says he's been seeing her.

In the house.

- Like a ghost?
- Yes.

The thing is, he's really not like that.

He's the last person I'd expect

to hear something like this from.

Well, erm, grief affects
people in different ways.

Perhaps he should go and
have a chat with his doctor.

Well, I-I said that to him yesterday.

But... but it happened again last night.

And this time, there's something else.

Writing on a mirror.

- Hi.
- Hi.

So, Humphrey's gone to work,

but I've got the day off,

so I thought we could do something.

What about bowling?

There's a new bowling
place in the retail park.

- It's been a while but...
- No, thanks.

Oh, okay.

Anything else? Cinema?

I'm just quite happy staying here,
if that's okay.

Yeah, course it is.

It had a padlock on it,

which was a bit ancient, to be fair.

Not sure it would have
put up much resistance.

So, do you know what was taken?

As far as I can see,
just the Virgin Mary.

Or she would have been,
once we'd got her frock on.

The nativity scene?

Oh, right.

Yeah, it's weird, I know,

but our wonderful volunteers put
it together a few years ago,

and it holds a very dear
place in their hearts.

Erm, any CCTV?

Not on my watch.

And what are these?

Clothes donations.

We're doing a collection
to ship overseas.

Erm, only put the practical
stuff in the shipping pile.

Everything else can go
to the charity shop.

Yeah, 'course.

And, er, who would know
what's in the cupboard?

Me, church volunteers, big fella.

Right. No one else?

Isn't that enough?

Watch out!

So when did we become Mulder and Scully?

We're not here to investigate
an actual ghost, Sergeant.

I just said we'd pop
in as a favour to Anne,

that's all.

It'll only take us five minutes.

To do what?

Listen to him.

Tell us how he saw a ghost?

Yes.

Although... there was an
unusual physical manifestation.

Words apparently written on a mirror.

See? You do this every time.

Do what?

- Get involved.
- Yes.

Mr. Holland. Morning.

It's good of you to come.

I'm sure you've got far
more important things to do.

Well, usually these things
have some form of explanation.

Anne thought we should
at least take a look,

put your mind at rest.

She says you saw your wife
on two consecutive nights?

Yes. Er...

The, er, the first time
was in the rose garden

at the side of the house.

Er, the second time...

- here.
- And, erm, did she speak?

She looked at me and said, "Get out.

Get out of here."

That's all?

I'm not sure I can explain what I saw,

but it was Linda.

I saw her as clearly as I see you now.

A ghost?

No. Yes. How the hell do I know?

I'm not an idiot, Inspector.

I'm not delusional,
given to flights of fancy.

I'm not on medication.

Nor was I drunk.

I saw what I saw.

Yet, your wife is deceased.

Yes. Yes, she is.

I lost her...

it's eleven months ago tomorrow.

I held her hand as she passed,

said my goodbyes.

Nine days later, holding our
children as tightly as I could,

we buried her.

Yet, I saw her last night.

So you may take that
particular square peg

and force it into a round
hole any way you choose.

Yes.

Anne also said something about a mirror.

It looked like wax.
It was gone by this morning,

but the word "leave"
was smeared on the glass.

A recurring theme.

You think your wife was trying
to warn you about something?

I don't know.

But if she was, have you any
idea what it might concern?

The only thing I can
think of is this place.

Oh?

Yes, I decided to sell up,

give the kids their inheritance,

buy somewhere smaller, go travelling.

And is that still the plan?

Well, that's rather the point.

The kids talked me out of it.

This is the home they grew up in.

It's full of memories.

Neither of them thought
I should part with it,

so I decided to stay.

- Dad?
- Oh, hi, sweetheart.

Hello.

This is, er, Fiona, my youngest.

I thought you weren't getting
the estate agents back.

- No...
- Actually we're police officers.

- DI Goodman, DS Williams.
- Anne asked them to stop by.

You think someone's behind all this?

We don't think anything yet.

Right, well, we'll,
um... we'll leave you to it, Bob.

Yes, but please get in touch if
anything else, you know, occurs.

Yes, well, we'll see
ourselves out, thank you.

- Estate agents?
- Yes.

Do you believe him?

I absolutely believe that he
believes he saw his wife, yes.

Yet the only way that's
possible is if she's a ghost.

- Is it?
- She's dead.

Yes, there is that.

But then I'm sure that
was a trace of wax

I found on the mirror,

so if that part is real...

Inspector Goodman? DS Williams?

Look... I don't know what's going on,

but if somebody is
trying to get at my dad

about not selling the house,

then I think I might know who it is.

I mean, 4K, razor-sharp images,
even from this distance.

- Marcus Dhillon?
- Looks good.

DS Williams, DI Goodman.

Hello.

Can we have a quick word?

Er, of course.

Er, so sorry, I'll be back in a minute.

I'll just leave you
with the lovely Donna.

Take it you're not
Christmas shopping, then?

Unfortunately not.

We'd like to talk to
you about Bob Holland.

We understand from his daughter

that you've been looking
to buy a house from him.

That bloke should be locked up.

Er, because he pulled out from the sale?

Yeah. He pulled out on the
morning we were due to exchange.

We lost our buyers,
lost all the money on the surveys,

and half our stuff was in storage.

His daughter thinks someone
might be trying to harass him,

make him put the house
back on the market.

By that you mean me, I suppose.

You tell us.

Well, I ain't been anywhere near him.

Not that anyone would blame me if I had.

The bloke stitched me up!

Well, come on then.
What was I supposed to have done?

Did you know Mr. Holland's wife?

No, never met her.

And where were you on
the two previous nights

between 8:00pm and midnight?

I was here.

You know, it's Christmas,
and I was working late.

Oh, good.

Then I assume you have
the CCTV from the shop

that can substantiate that?

It's a lot of trouble to go to,

just to convince someone
to sell you their house.

Well, he seems to be the only one

who stands to gain from
Bob Holland selling up.

There's his kids.
What's their house worth?

Over a million? That's a lot of money.

But they're the ones who talked
him out of selling, remember?

Okay. Then maybe it was no-one.

A husband, still grieving
for his dead wife,

hits a bottle of Scotch,
gets off his face

and thinks he sees her in the garden.

- That works for me.
- Yes.

- But?
- I don't know.

There's just something that
doesn't feel quite right.

Let's go talk to his daughter again.

Come along.

Hello?

Thought you might like something.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

What are you doing now?

Well, actually, I was going
to suggest we go over

and see Mum, say hello.

She's literally over there.

Not 'til tomorrow or something.

Sorry?

- You still there?
- Oh, right.

So you're not actually
talking to me, are you?

You're on the phone.

Yeah, I'm still here.

The Wi-Fi's just rubbish.

Right, I'll just...

put that there.

♪ I dreamed a child by the road ♪

♪ With a basket filled with bones ♪

♪ A face as hard as black and white ♪

Thanks, Kelby.

Couldn't have done it without you.

Happy to help.

I don't suppose you fancy staying

and helping us with the
rest of these bags?

Well, I'm supposed to be looking
for your Mary, remember?

Worth a try.

You and your mum coming
to the Christmas service?

Er, I am.

Mum's getting her feet looked at.

- Oh, hello, Kelby.
- Super, er...

er, Chief Super... ma'am.

- So, we had a collection.
- Oh, thanks, Charlie.

Kelby's helping us find our Virgin Mary.

Oh.

Can't have a Christingle service
without the full nativity,

- now, can we?
- No.

Wait, so she's been stolen?

♪ Leave me here with a broken heart ♪

- Constable?
- Yes, ma'am?

Erm, yes, she... she went,
erm, kissing... er, missing,

a few days ago, but I'll find her.

Yes. Yes, I'm sure you will.

Right. I'd better get going.

Haven't you forgotten something?

Ahem.

Right. Yeah, yeah, you mean.

Not... okay. Er... bye.

♪ Some are born with a silver spoon ♪

He was gonna kiss me, wasn't he?

- Yep.
- Yeah.

♪ Born with a broken heart, poor boy ♪

♪ Born with a broken heart ♪

Always call.

Look, moving into a new placement

is a very stressful time for these kids.

You have to remember,
they didn't ask to be put into care,

and because of that they feel
like they have no control.

So just leave him to do his own thing?

You're doing exactly the right thing.

It's baby steps until
he gets to trust you.

For the first few days most
kids don't want to say anything

that might get them into trouble or

upset their carers, in case
they get sent somewhere else.

- That's awful.
- It's their lives.

Look, you and Humphrey are amazing.

Just trust your instincts, okay?

- Okay. Thanks, Hannah.
- No worries.

Bye.

Thank you.

So you spoke with Marcus?

Erm, yes.

Erm, he denied having anything

to do with what happened at the house.

Well, he would, wouldn't he?

But who else would benefit
from Dad selling up?

You would.

Except I'm the one that
convinced Dad not to sell.

And why did you do that?

I thought he'd regret it.

Him and Mum...

that was their home.

All those memories.

He's struggling enough as it is.

I was worried that losing the
house might make things worse.

I'm surprised he listened to me,
to be honest.

Usually the only person he
ever took advice from was Mum.

But it was the best thing for Dad,

and we don't care about money.

Oh, no.

- What do you do, Colin?
- I work with mycelium.

Kind of fungus-based material?

Exactly that, yeah.

And what can you make from mycelium?

Well, er...

shoes...

belts, anything you can use
leather for, basically.

Although it is quite high density,

so you could also use it to make things

like bricks and packaging
material and the like.

Please don't get him started.

I can show you the workshop if you like.

- Oh, no th...
- I would love to see that.

Yeah, I had it built last year.
Wasn't cheap,

but, er, you've gotta get
ahead of the curve, you know.

Trust me... in twenty years' time,
we won't need money.

We'll just grow everything we need.

Ah, this is amazing!

Er, Fiona, you have a sister?

How did she feel when your dad decided

not to sell the house after all?

Beth? She agreed with me.

We both grew up in that house.

She didn't mind missing
out on the money?

Beth's married to a fancy
lawyer and lives in Dubai.

She already has more money
than she knows what to do with.

Right.

- Erm...
- Oh!

- Is this cup mycelium?
- Yeah.

What about this?

No, that's a lamp.

Of course.

Well, these mannequins are going
for like 200 quid on the net.

Makes sense why someone nicked them now.

Then why didn't they take all of them?

What do you mean?

Well, if they're worth that much money,

why just take one?

There's Joseph, three wise men,
and a shepherd.

And the Baby Jesus.

Oh, he's actually a doll.

Okay. What about the other four, then?

If they're worth 200 quid each,

why not take 'em all?

That's a very good question, Margo.

Mm.

So that means they might
have been disturbed.

But by who?

Or they could only carry one at a time

and something happened to them

before they could go
back for another one.

Or they were hoping
that by only taking one

it wouldn't be missed.

Ah, if you ask me, it has to be kids.

They've broken in,
nicked the first one they saw,

took it somewhere,
put a cone on its head,

took some photos,
and chucked it in the estuary.

No, because it would float.
Someone would have found it.

Well, they could have
dumped it anywhere.

♪ Well, I know it's close to Christmas ♪

♪ But I need to change your mind ♪

♪ 'Cos I know I've been a troublemaker ♪

♪ I'm gonna make things right ♪

♪ Well, I misbehaved in April
and I broke a heart in May ♪

Hey, mate.

♪ September wasn't all that good
but I hope I'm not too late ♪

Hey. How's it been?

Oh, I told him I needed to
check on something here.

It's the only thing I could think of

to get him out of the house.

Probably just needs time
to come out of his shell.

I'd settle for getting
him out of his coat.

Mm.

He's been like this all day.

- I feel completely useless.
- Oh no, Martha.

Hannah said it might be like this.

It might take a few days
for him to work us out

and feel safe enough to... to open up.

I suppose we need to let him
do things at his own pace.

- Here you go. Try these out.
- Oh!

- Added honey, like you said.
- Oho!

Pigs in blankets!
Christmas has officially begun.

Oh, mind out, they're...

- Oh!
- Ah!

- ...hot.
- Are you alright?

Oh, Zoe, what do teenage
boys talk about?

Er, well, people they fancy, mostly.

Er, football, computer games.

They're very basic creatures.

- He's still on his phone, I see.
- Don't start, Mum.

I think it's time for a firm talking-to.

That's not the answer to everything.

Didn't do you any harm.

Oh, Humphrey. You alright?

Yes. Er, yeah.

So, did you talk to Bob?

Oh, erm, yes, yes,
erm... Esther and I went today.

- And?
- Well, it's just as you said.

He's convinced he saw his wife.

Poor man.

For a good while after your father died,

I thought I saw him everywhere...

running for a train or
sitting in a restaurant

with his back to the
window as I passed by.

But I suppose it's natural.

Well, Bob Holland
is something quite different.

He said he saw his wife head on,

a few feet away,
and that she spoke to him.

Heavens.

So I don't suppose there's
anything you can do.

Well, the house is secure enough, and...

he's not in any danger.

Now, I think a certain
person might be wrapping

my Christmas present.

Let's take a sneak peek.

Bob!

Get out.

It's Bob.

Oh, Bob!

No...

He finally dropped off on me.
He looked very sleepy.

Yes, alright, darling, it'll be fine.

How is he?

He's exhausted.

The hospital said to let him rest,

so I've convinced him to
lay on the bed for an hour.

So, who called the ambulance?

He called it himself.

He thought he was having a heart attack.

The hospital did some blood tests.

We're waiting on results,

but the ECG was fine.

They think he might
have had a panic attack.

That's hardly surprising
after what he said he saw.

The hospital said they'd call

if they found anything else.

He must have been terrified.

Poor love.

Thank you for coming, Anne.

I can stay for a while,
Fiona, if that helps.

Bless you.

You know... I don't think these
videos are helping matters.

They're a recent thing?

Dad asked us to put all the
memory cards onto DVDs.

Now I'm thinking it's just...

bringing everything back to him.

I've got to get to work.

You go. I'll be here.

Thanks, Anne. Thank you.

Don't worry, don't worry.

I've been trying to
make a list of everyone

who visited the church in the past week.

It's impossible.

I mean, see, I've got all
the Christmas people,

all the people who donated clothes,

and that's without the people

who just went in to do churchy stuff.

It's only a mannequin.
Just log it and move on.

But what about the nativity?

Well, can't you lose a shepherd,
use him as Mary?

No, they glued beards on the male ones.

Can't have a Mary with a beard.

- Morning.
- How is he?

Oh, home now. Yes.

Erm, Anne's going to keep an eye on him.

You know, that's three
nights running now.

Maybe he should have
someone stay with him.

Oh, a night in a haunted house?

That's not a bad idea.

- Sir?
- Hmm?

I've been going through the
CCTV from the electrical shop.

And?

Well, there's a big chunk missing.

A whole hour on the first night

Bob Holland supposedly saw his ghost.

Someone turned off the cameras.

It's not what you think.

And what do we think?

That it's something to do with
Bob Holland and his house.

And you're saying it's not?

I suggest you tell us the truth.

And you promise this is
going to stay between us?

No.

Alright, alright.

But there's no reason to tell my wife.

Your wife?

Donna! Donna!

Do you believe them?

Well, the lady in
question seemed very upset

that their secret liaison
had been brought to light.

Not as upset as I'd be.

Anne?

Humphrey, there's
something you need to see.

Jaiden?

Jaiden?

Jaiden!?

I-I've checked everywhere.

I've talked to shop keepers,
erm, the lads on the markets,

searched bins, I've put up posters.

- And no-one's called?
- I've had one call.

Some guy said he saw her
with three blokes on camels.

Well... Alright, well,
we'll just have to

do the service without her.

You can't do that. It would look weird.

Where's he supposed to have come
from if his mum's not there?

We'll improvise. It's what we do.

The Chief Super's coming too, isn't she?

- Yeah.
- Huh...

I have to find the Virgin Mary.

I saw it from an upstairs window.

Must have been weed killer or something.

Who would do such a thing?

At least you've seen
things with your own eyes.

Now perhaps you'll believe me.

Mr. Holland, please understand,

it's not that we don't believe you...

Esther?

Excuse me.

Look at this.

Whoever wrote that must have had a leak.

Look, there's another one.

And another over there.

One there.

- Seems to stop here.
- Hmm.

Oh, great.

Aah!

What have you found?

I might be wrong...

but I think I've just
found the Virgin Mary.

Oh, God.

Is that a wig?

And a speaker?

Yep. And weed killer.

♪ No-one's an island, darling ♪

♪ Go ask your friends ♪

♪ I know the times are trying,
this tunnel ends with a light ♪

♪ When we reunite ♪

♪ When the doors are
finally flung open ♪

♪ We will come running to you ♪

That is Linda's dress.
I bought it for her.

So someone took it from the house?

No, no, we cleared out all her things,
gave it to charity.

I'm sorry, but Bob
really should be resting.

Yes, yes, of course.

We might be able to trace the dress.

Yes. Er, Bob...

so the mannequin, lit by this torch,

with this speaker as a voice...

does that work?

That's not what I saw.

Maybe it's completely unrelated?

We have kids messing
about over the fields.

Maybe that's it.

What I saw was my wife. Not this...

whatever it is.

Come on.

I was worried about you!

I'm sorry.

Oh, don't be. Got all my steps in.

You must think I'm really rude.

Why?

Sitting on my own all the time,
always on my phone.

It's okay. You're still settling in.

It's good you're talking
to your friends.

I wasn't talking to my friends.

If this isn't what Bob
Holland saw, then...

then what's the link?

I mean there has to be a link, Margo.

I mean...

if she was found with the
weed killer used to spell

out the word "leave" on the grass,

the very sentiment that
supposedly came from our ghost,

well, it has to be connected,
doesn't it?

- Yeah.
- No.

Thank you for letting us know.

We'll be in touch if we
think it's important.

Thank you. Bye.

That was Fiona Bensted.

She knew about the pillbox.

Her and her sister used
to play in there as kids,

but she doesn't know
anything about a mannequin,

or the other stuff for that matter,

but she did say something interesting...

The hospital ran blood tests.

They've reported finding a
substance in his system.

They're checking it now.

He said he wasn't on medication.

Mmm.

If there were drugs in his system,

let's get someone over
to the Holland house,

and, er, collect the
whisky bottle and glass

he was drinking from,
and get it to the lab.

Oh, and Margo, time for some
background checks, I think.

Er, best do the Holland family

and our spurned house buyer
Marcus Dhillon first.

Thank you.

Righty-o.

If only you could talk.

You don't have to keep these
things to yourself, you know.

I know it must be difficult,

but we can talk about it.

Might help a bit.

He's my baby brother.

My baby brother Ben.
That's who I've been talking to.

We've got different dads,
so they took him to his.

He lives in Ireland, so,
I couldn't go there.

Thing is, we're always
together, you know?

He got upset, saying he wanted
to see me at Christmas and that.

So I got a bit stressed.

I'm sorry, I...
I didn't mean to walk off.

Oh, you've got nothing
to be sorry about.

I think it's lovely you're looking after

your little brother,
making sure he's okay.

He ain't got anyone else, you know?

No-one who cares for him like I do.

Why don't you phone him now?

Might stop you worrying about him.

Hello?

Alright, bro? What you doing?

Just up in my room.

Dad's gone out and the lady's cooking.

Yeah? What you having?

Fish fingers, chips and hoops.

Don't bro, you're making me hungry.

♪ Three French hens, two turtle doves ♪

♪ And a partridge in a pear tree ♪

Okay, there is literally nowhere else

in Shipton Abbott I can look.

Unless she got on a
train all by herself,

or a boat or something, and,
and went to another country,

then I have no idea where
she could have gone.

Either that, or someone

cut her up and, and posted
all the pieces somewhere...

- Kelby.
- Or, or...

tied something to her leg,

like a concrete block or something,

and, and... and dumped her out to sea.

- Kelby...
- I mean, how do you not notice

someone with the Virgin
Mary tucked under their arm?

It's behind you.

I know it's Christmas, Margo,

but I'm not in the mood.

Just...

Huh?

Yeah, bye.

Okay, so the substance found
in Bob Holland's system

is something called DMT.

DMT. Dimethyltryptamine, of course.

- What is it?
- It's an hallucinogenic drug

found in some plants and animals.

That has to be it.

Hmm, looks like dangerous stuff.

There's some horrible side effects.

Maybe that's why he had that funny turn.

Get onto the lab.

If that drug is in the whisky glass,

that's a huge part of
whatever this puzzle is.

On it.

Nothing much on the background checks.

Marcus Dhillon has been
manager there for nine years.

Married, three kids. No criminal record,

unless you count eleven parking
fines in the past year.

Ha!

Nothing on the Holland daughters.

Mum and Dad both come
back clean as a whistle.

The only thing of note is Colin Bensted.

Fiona's husband?

Serial entrepreneur, by all accounts.

- One fad after the next.
- Our mycelium man.

Well, he seems to fail at all of 'em.

Up to his eyes in debt.

So much for not caring about money.

- Mmm.
- So...

although Fiona persuaded her
father not to sell the house,

that doesn't mean her husband agreed.

- No.
- And we know he had access

to the house!

- You got it!
- Yes!

Thanks. The glass and
bottle are both clean.

- No!
- Oh!

Let me see what you have on this DMT.

So who found it then?

The Inspector.

That's weird.

What is?

I saw that jumper yesterday.

Mum bought me one just like it,
year before last.

Only mine's a bit more greeny.

Where did you see it?

At the church, when I was
investigating the break-in.

Er, they had loads of clothes
in bags... donations...

Bruce Forsyth.

Bruce Forsyth!

Martha's nan had too
much nutmeg one Christmas

and thought she saw Bruce
Forsyth licking the sugar

off her mince pies.

And why Bruce Forsyth?

Because certain hallucinogenics
show you a version

of what's already on your mind,
and as an avid Brucie fan,

that's exactly what she saw!

So, because Bob Holland was
watching videos of his wife,

that's what he saw.

With more than a little help, I suspect.

Wait... wait, wait!

Of course that's what you did.

So?

So...

Dad, I just think you need more
time to think things through.

When Bob's daughter Fiona

discovered her dad was
selling the family home,

she was horrified.

She persuaded him to change his mind,
to stay in the house.

Dad, just... just listen
to me for a second.

Please, I think you're gonna regret it.

But, not as
horrified as her husband Colin

on finding out his wife was turning away

hundreds of thousands of pounds
from the sale of the house.

Deep in debt,

he knew he needed to find a way

to make his father-in-law carry
out his plan to sell the house

and share the money
between his daughters.

But how?

I think the answer came from Fiona,

when she said she was surprised

that her father had listened to her.

Why?

Because the only person he had
listened to in the past was...

- His wife Linda.
- Exactly!

From that simple premise,
a plan was born.

Colin Bensted's latest venture
was working with mycelium,

so it's fair to assume he has
a working knowledge of botany,

which means it's also
reasonable to suspect

that he knew about DMT...
a naturally occurring

hallucinogenic which amplifies

what's already on your conscious mind.

And... how to harvest it.

But the whisky glass
and bottle were clean.

That's right.

Ah, yes! But look...

one method of DMT
getting into the system

is through inhalation.

It can be smoked.

And what else was in the room?

- A fire.
- Yes.

And what better way to deliver
drugs into someone's system

without them knowing,

and to burn the evidence in the process?

Knowing that Bob Holland
would light the fire,

then sit alone in this room,
watching DVDs of his late wife.

He knew that Bob's late wife
Linda would be on his mind.

That's a given.

But how to make sure that Bob Holland

saw what he needed to see,

and, more importantly,
hear what he needed to hear?

How could he be sure that she'd
deliver the message he wanted?

Now, we'd already heard

that Fiona had cleared her
mother's clothes from the house.

And they must have given
them to the church.

That's where I saw the jumper.

Yes, Kelby!

Keeping one of Linda's dresses back.

Now, all he needed was
something to hang the dress on.

It's one of the things that's
bugged me all the way through.

The ghost was always seen outside. Why?

Shouldn't ghosts be able
to walk through walls?

But mannequins can't.

But wait...

Bob was really specific
about what she said,

and she said the same thing every time.

- Was that the drug, too?
- Oh no.

See, that was the clever part.

Come and look.

Now, I think a certain
person might be wrapping

my Christmas present.

Bob! Will you get out?

I bet it's socks. Get out of here!

"Get out. Get out of here."

So he just lifted it from the videos

- when he was making the copies...
- Get out!

- ...and distorted it.
- Get out of here.

Now, we know he had access to the house,

so the bells were easy enough.

Linda.

Get out of here.

The final ingredient...

the writing on the mirror added effect.

And the poisoned grass was done

the night that Bob Holland
went to the hospital,

so a haunting wasn't possible.

Exactly.

- Clever, really.
- Evil, more like.

Or both.

Erm...

- No, this one.
- Oh, this one.

- Yeah, that one's fine.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

♪ You were so smart then
in your jacket and coat ♪

♪ My softest red scarf
was warming your throat ♪

♪ Winter was on us at the end my nose ♪

♪ And I never love England more
than when covered in snow ♪

♪ But a friend of mine
says it's good to hear ♪

♪ That you believe in
love even if set in fear ♪

Two words. Second word.

Humphrey?

Clumsy!

- Erm...
- Man!

First word.

Swing your arm?

- Dancing?
- Brushing?

Ironing!

- Iron?
- Uh-huh!

- Iron...
- Iron Man!

Yes!

- Well done!
- Yeah!

That's two-two, bro.
Get you back next time.

- Hello.
- Hello, you.

So, everything okay, then?

Piece of cake.

So what's the secret?

I'm not sure there is one.

And who's the, erm,
small virtual person?

That's Jaiden's little brother Ben.

That's who he was talking to
on the phone all the time.

And if you can't beat them...

Join them.

Sorry if this is a bit weird.

Oh, gosh, it's not weird at all.

People coming together is what
makes Christmas, isn't it?

Oh! And...

Sausage rolls. My sausage rolls.

Very true.

Ah, very good. Mmm, good.

These are great.

Whoa...

Is that Bruce Forsyth?

Oh!

No, no, it is.

Bruce?

♪ I'm just skin and bones ♪

- These are very good!
- Mm!

♪ And I'll never love England
more than when covered in snow ♪

♪ Feel like running ♪

♪ Feel like running ♪

- Hi, sweetheart.
- I'm sorry.

Oh my God. What's this?

- Granddad!
- Come here!

Did you...? You...!

Granddad!

Can't believe you've flown from Dubai!

- Come here!
- Oh, it's so great to see you.

Is it for me? Go on, go on inside.

Come on, boys, in we go.

What a wonderful surprise!

♪ You were so smart then
in your jacket and coat ♪

♪ My softest red scarf
was warming your throat ♪

♪ Winter will leave us
left the end of my nose ♪

♪ Well, goodbye old England
until next year's snow ♪

Merry Christmas to you,
too, sir, thank you.

- Hello, young man.
- Merry Christmas.

- Welcome.
- How are you?

You okay? Merry Christmas.

You alright?

So good to see you.

- Thank you for coming.
- Hi.

- Can I...?
- Er, yeah, sure.

Yeah, I feel very Christmassy.

How are you?

♪ On the eleventh day of Christmas ♪

♪ My true love gave to me ♪

♪ Eleven pipers piping,
ten lords a-leaping ♪

- ♪ Nine ladies dancing ♪
- Jaiden.

Why don't you call Ben?

♪ Eight maids a-milking,
seven swans a-swimming ♪

♪ Six geese a-laying,
five golden rings ♪

♪ Four calling birds,
three French hens ♪

♪ Two turtle doves and a
partridge in a pear tree ♪

Alright, everyone, I think
this is the part we join in.

♪ On the twelfth day of Christmas ♪

♪ My true love gave to me ♪

♪ Twelve drummers drumming,
eleven pipers piping ♪

♪ Ten lords a-leaping ♪

♪ Nine ladies dancing,
eight maids a-milking ♪

♪ Seven swans a-swimming,
six geese a-laying ♪

♪ Five golden rings ♪

♪ Four calling birds ♪

♪ Three French hens ♪

♪ Two turtle doves ♪

♪ And a partridge in a pear tree ♪

Merry Christmas.