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We're not open yet.

I wasn't planning
on buying anything.

Then why are you here?

A few of us are meeting up
at Kitty Jay's later,

if you fancy it.

Out of my shop, Martin.

What are you waiting for?

All right, Gabbi?

Martin.
All right?

Oh, it smells proper banging
in here.

I'll leave you to it.

OK. Busy day. People have gone wild
for the offer.

Three classic, ten luxury... Oh...
..five champagne truffles.

Keep them upright this time.
Mm-hm.

Addresses...here.

I need your A-game today, Kenny.

Happy customers, happy Gabbi.

You can count on me.

Sherie Howard?

Yeah.
Got a delivery for you.

Sign here, m'lady.

Pop the time as well.

Aw...

Oh!

He's not a morning person.

Peanut, come on!

Dr Lionel Jennings?

"Life is like a box of chocolates."

There you go.

Thanks.

So...your pancakes, m'lady.

Uno, dos...

..y muchos sprinkles.

Thank you.
Aw!

You should have woken me up.

Well, I tried, but you were
snoring too loudly.

There you go.
Thank you.

And for you...
Smells good.

Problem?

Salt.

No?

Never mind. It's the thought
that counts, right?

So, do you remember
what's happening today?

I bet your mum's looking forward
to seeing you.

DS Williams?

Right. On my way.

Sorry.

Good morning. Is it?

We've got
a suspected poisoning.

Third one this morning.

Other two are being treated
in hospital.

Crikey!

Any idea how they were poisoned?

Not currently. They'll update us
when they can.

Very good.

Can I take that, sir?
Yes. Thank you.

The victim's Dr Lionel Jennings.

Psychotherapist in his 50s.

Moved down from Edinburgh
a couple of years ago.

Enlightenment, apparently.

Looks decidedly phallic to me.

The cleaner found him
collapsed in here.

Mm-hm.

Poor fellow.

Looks like
he's seen better days.

Sir.

Chocolates.

Oh.

There's one missing.

Ah! They're from the fancy shop
on the high street.

Oh, yes, I know the one.

Let's get the lab to test them.

Oh...

"Life is like a box of chocolates.

"You never know
what you're gonna get."

Forrest Gump?

Mm-hm. Tom Hanks' best movie,
in my opinion,

followed closely by Splash.

I've had a thing for mermaids
ever since.

Perhaps the other victims
ate chocolate too.

I'll get Kelby to check.

Yes. Oh, and find out if anyone else
received chocolates from that shop.

I mean, there literally could
be more people being poisoned

as we speak.

I've tried,
but she won't really talk about it.

Hmm. Poor sweetie.

Which prison is it?
Gloucester.

Hannah's taking her at 10.00.

Apparently, these visits
can really upset them.

And how do you feel?

Me? It's not about me.

You've got to look after
yourself, too, Motty.

Oh, best get off to rumba.

I thought rumba was on a Tuesday.

Mm-hm!

What?

Oh, it's Mum.
She's acting weird, that's all.

Oh, can I use the cheese
from Baylesford?

New recipe I want to try.

Er, yeah.
Sounds good.

Can I see?

It's me and Mum in Spain.

Oh. Have you been?

No, but she's going to take me.

I've never been on a plane before.

Do you think she'll like it?

I'm sure she will.

Will she be in handcuffs?

Oh, I don't think so.

Mum's not a baddie, is she?

Of course not.

She's just going through
a difficult time, that's all.

Do you want to help me make
a hot chocolate?

With marshmallows?
Of course.

Come on.

We recalled
all the deliveries

that were sent out this morning.
So far, no-one else is ill.

Apart from these three people

who each received an identical box
of chocolates with the same note,

a quotation from Forrest Gump.

Looks like each victim ate
one chocolate before passing out.

So we can assume that the poison
was in the chocolate.

OK, thanks. Hospital found
digoxin in their blood.

Aha! Digitalis lanata,

commonly known as
the woolly foxglove.

Now used to treat heart failure.

So it is deliberate, then?
Certainly looks like it.

Margo, how are they doing?

Not good.

One victim, Dr Lionel Jennings,
is on a ventilator.

They'll tell us
when the other two,

Sherie Howard and Lizzie Dyer,
are in a state to talk.

OK. Thank you. Hopefully soon.

Can we have background on each of
the victims, please? Yeah.

We need to work out
if this was a personal attack,

or if each of our victims
was chosen at random.

And, Esther, you and I
need to find out who sent them.

This will ruin me!

Sorry. I know people
are in hospital,

and that's terrible,
but I've worked so hard.

Oh, we will... We'll find out
how this happened, Miss Dalmori.

Please don't worry.

But first, can we ask,

is there any chance
the chocolates were contaminated

with the medication
during the making process?

No. I don't have anything
like that here.

So, when did you make
the chocolates?

This morning.

The order came through
last night.

Who placed the order?

Someone called William Marshall.

I'll find you the details.

And the deliveries -
you do them yourself?

Don't have time.

Kenny Pluckley's done them
from the start.

Here's this morning's list.

This...note came with
the contaminated chocolates.

Did you write it?

Copied it from the order.

You can send a message
with your gift. Right.

Did anyone come in around
the time you were making them?

Well, we were closed, so no.

Wait.
Martin popped in.

Martin? Owns the fudge shop
down the street.

He's had it in for me ever since
I moved down from London.

I can't help it if people want
something a bit more sophisticated.

Hmm.

Well, you do have
a delightful shop.

You're a cherry liqueur kind of man,
aren't you?

Oh...

Well, more of
a raspberry cream.

Close.

I believe
a person's favourite chocolate

reflects their personality.

I can usually guess.

It's kind of a gift.

Oh, really? What about mine?

Walnut whip.

Yes.
Anyway...

So...why did Martin pop in?

Come to think of it,
it was a little odd.

He wanted to invite me
to a local business meet-up.

And how long was he here for?

Five minutes, if that.

You don't think
it could be him, do you?

We've had our differences,

but are you really suggesting
I poisoned these people?

Well, a tad extreme, maybe,
but we have to explore every avenue.

Profits are up. I've got a new shop
opening over in Dittisham.

She's hardly my competition.

So you were just being neighbourly?
Honestly, yeah.

Gabbi has rubbed a few people up
the wrong way since she moved here.

City types, eh?
Think they know it all.

Oh, yes, they certainly do.

Dangerous stuff, fudge.

Once ate five packets
on a family holiday to Margate

and spent the rest of the week
in bed.

Still, I managed to read all of
War And Peace, so win-win for me.

Definitely.

There's a new batch of rum and
raisin if you want to try some.

Yes, please. Nige! Bag of
rum and raisin for the officers.

Rightio!

Now...if I've answered
all your questions...

In my experience, if someone
uses the word "honestly",

the likelihood is
they're being dishonest.

Let's check his finances,

see if things are as successful
as he makes out.

Yeah.

Oh... One minute.

OK.

What do you want?

Charming as always,
DS Williams.

I'm working.

Be quick, then.

I want to see you again -
properly this time.

Tonight?
I'm busy.

Really?

I'm washing my hair.

Ooh! Ouch!

Come on.

It'll be fun, I promise.

Fine. Great.

Meet me at 7.30
at the Trellick Steps.

Oh, and wear your trainers.

Seriously?

Look, if we're doing any form
of exercise,

I won't be held responsible
for my actions.

Oh...

Everything OK?

Amazon delivery.
They're lost.

Talking of delivery drivers -
where can one find Kenny Pluckley?

I know where he'll be.

So, you picked up
the chocolate boxes

and you put them in your van.

You didn't open them
or tamper with them in any way?

Me?

Why would I?

I mean, Gabbi's a bit lah-di-dah,
but she's all right for a grockle.

So, could anyone else
have accessed your van?

No chance, pal.

Drove around all the addresses
on my list. No stopping.

Gabbi gets all joppety
if I'm running late.

Joppety?
Nervous.

Those people, are they going
to be all right?

Hopefully.

Sorry.

All right, pal?

Yeah, yeah.
I'm on my way.

Traffic's murder.

Sorry, I've got to go.

Er... Still working at Willowview?

Pays peanuts,
so I keep trying to leave,

but I think I'd miss the old dears.

Just one more question,
if I may.

We know that Martin Gaffney
was in the shop this morning.

Did you see him?

Yeah.

Yeah, he was in there.
A bit frosty, like.

Frosty how? I don't know. They used
to get on like a house on fire,

but then summat changed.

Mmm.

Rum and raisin.

Margo!

Saved you some.

Can't stand the stuff.

Oh.

Kelby!

Me neither.
It's like eating soap.

Oh. I... I assumed...
That we all like fudge!

Typical!

Years we've spent fighting
this kind of prejudice.

So, er, Kelby, what have we found
on our victims?

Victim one - Sherie Howard.

42. Lives just up the street
from the shop.

Has her own hair salon called
the Snip and Style.

Went there once.

Came out looking like
a labradoodle. Pfft!

Victim two -
Dr Lionel Jennings.

54 years old. Moved down here
two years ago from Edinburgh

to start up his therapy practice.

Tried it once.
Load of old baloney.

Finally, victim three -
Lizzie Dyer.

24. Works at the Erotic Emporium
out on Pullman Road.

Anything linking them together?

Nothing obvious, really,
but I'll keep looking.

I checked out the order details
for you.

The name on the bank card -
William Marshall -

he died a couple of weeks ago.

The card was stolen?

We've got the results
back from the lab.

Oh. And...?

They've confirmed that there was
no digoxin in the chocolates.

Wait, what?

This can't be right.
What can't?

W-...

So that means

that as our victims seem to
have only eaten one chocolate,

it was only this chocolate
that contained the poison.

So a one-in-six chance?

Not impossible - once, maybe,
but three times?

Maybe it wasn't
the chocolates, then.

They ate something else?

Possibly. Let's get confirmation
from the hospital, please.

Sure.
Thank you.

But if it is the chocolates,

the best opportunity
was this morning

when they were being made.

So, Madame Chocolat herself.

But surely poisoning your customers
is quite bad for business. Hmm.

Seemed keen, pointing the finger
at Martin Gaffney.

Maybe there's more
to their rivalry.

He's had that shop for years.

Never much liked him myself.

Margo! Can you look into
his finances, please?

It'd be my pleasure.

There's also our delivery driver,
Kenny Pluckley.

What do we know about him?
Er... Lives alone. Odd-job man.

Does occasional shifts
down the Porters Arms,

that kind of thing.

There's CCTV on the street.
Let's see if he had any opportunity

to poison the chocolates.

So...
Shipton Abbott Police.

..have these people been chosen
at random?

Or were they targeted specifically?
And if so, how and why?

Well, now you can ask them
yourselves.

So you don't know the other victims?
No. Never heard of them.

And you can't think
why anyone would do this?

Might grizzle a bit at work,

but everyone knows my bark's worse
than my bite.

Can you talk me through
this morning, please, Miss Howard?

I signed for the delivery
around 8.00.

I thought one tiny choccy
wouldn't hurt.

Next thing I knew, I was here
with a tube down my throat.

And that's definitely
all you ate today?

One chocolate?
Yeah. Positive.

Enough, all right?
Sure.

It's a miracle I'm alive.

Well, thanks for your time,
Miss Howard.

We'll be in touch
with any progress.

I do hope my Peanut's all right.

Your...?
Jack Russell.

He's got attachment issues.

Poor thing will be wondering
where I am.

Erm...

Let me have a chat
with someone for you. OK?

So far, the only thing
connecting the victims

that I can see is they all live
in Shipton Abbott.

Maybe they all do
alpaca yoga together.

Alpaca yoga?

Yeah, it's a thing.

Look it up.
No, thank you.

Shipton Abbott Police Station.

Hi, Kelby, it's Kate.

Could you pop by
the church, please?

Of course, Reverend.

I'll...
I'll be right there.

Ooh!

How was Lizzie Dyer?

Still very weak
and not all that helpful,

but I have got her phone.

Great. See if she has
any contacts in common

with our other victims.

Is that the medical report?

Yes. About 5mg of digoxin
in their system.

Not enough to kill, but enough
to inflict some serious harm.

And it was definitely ingested?

Looks like it, yes.

It took effect quickly.

This confirms that all they ate
at that time was the chocolate.

Two big questions, though.

One, how did the poisoner
get the poison into the chocolates?

And, two, how did they guarantee
the victims

would all choose the only chocolate
that was poisoned?

Huh!

Ah! Our friendly
neighbourhood policeman.

Hello, Reverend Kate.

It's been ages
since I've seen you at church.

How's your mum? Ah, she's well.
Thanks for asking.

And...apologies. Work's been
a bit full-on recently.

Hmm. Nothing to do with the fact
that a certain Chief Superintendent

has got a new boyfriend?

Oh, does she?
I... I hadn't noticed.

Her loss.

Actually, I don't think
we were a good match after all.

Well, there's plenty more fish
in the sea.

Well, where are they?

I'm right here, holding my rod,
and nothing's biting.

OK.

I'm so sorry, Reverend.

Anyway, what...
What's the problem?

Let me show you.

I hate to take up your time

when you've got people
with real problems to see.

Don't be silly, Anne.
This is exactly what we're here for.

I'm sure it's a fuss about nothing.

You can put your shirt back on now.

Let's get you to
the hospital pronto,

do a biopsy and work out
what's going on.

It's Corfu. That's what did it.

I baked in the sun every holiday
for years.

There are lots of factors at play,
so please don't beat yourself up.

It's difficult not to.

Well, let's not jump to conclusions
until we've had a proper look. Hmm.

OK. The hospital will be in touch
with an appointment.

And will Martha be able
to go with you?

Best not to do
this sort of thing on your own.

Motty...was a trouper
with her father.

Putting her through
all that again...

I know how tough it was
with Anthony...

..and we all miss him so much,
but...

..I'm saying this to you
as your friend -

asking for help isn't a weakness.
It's a strength.

Oh, don't worry about me.

Despite appearances,
I'm a tough old bird, really.

Every Thursday night,
causing a right old mess -

beer cans everywhere,
pulling up flowers on the graves.

Bloody hooligans!

Said I'll go there tonight,
see if I can catch the culprits.

Hanging out with a lot of
dead people in the dark?

What's the Reverend got over you?

Oh...

Right, how are we getting on?

Any closer to finding a link
between our three victims?

Shipton Abbott...
Not a sausage so far,

but we do have CCTV from the street
outside the chocolate shop.

Look.

There's Gabbi opening up at 6.30.

Then about an hour and a half later,
our man Martin goes in.

Then Kenny arrives
a few minutes later.

Then out comes Martin, then Kenny,

who drives straight to
Sherie's house,

which is just down the street.
See? There.

OK, so it looks like
Kenny didn't have any time

to poison the chocolate
between picking it up

and delivering it to Ms Howard.

So we're looking at Martin,
who, aside from Gabbi,

had the most opportunity.

But if so, how did he do it
without her noticing?

Thanks for nothing!

The therapist's patient list.

His snotty assistant
won't release it digitally.

I'll go round,
see if I can talk her around.

What are you thinking?

Maybe one of the patients could
be related to the other victims.

Good idea, Kelby.
Thinking outside the box. Well done.

The salon owner,
Sherie Howard.

What about her?

Seems the type
to make enemies easily.

Margo, let's call round
her employees,

see if we can find out more.

Yeah, and maybe get her records
sent over, too.

Could be looking at someone
who used to work for her.

Rightio.

Chief Superintendent!
How are you?

Nice holiday in the Eternal City?

Yes. Yes, of course. It is
an unusual one, that's for sure.

OK. OK.

No, no, no.
Discretion is my middle name.

Well, actually, it's Algernon.

Yes. We'll keep you updated.

OK. Thank you. Goodbye.

Or as they say in Rome,
arrivederci.

Yeah.

It's too much.

What did you say to the police?

Nothing that wasn't true.

You really think I'd do that?

To you?

All I know is that
you were here this morning.

Some coincidence, eh?

So...

..building work's stalled
on the new fudge shop.

Latest bank loans refused.

I'd say Martin Gaffney
is up the creek

with a chocolate paddle.

So, perhaps he cares
more about the competition

than he makes out.

He most definitely does.

Oh, but I'm sensing
there's more, Margo.

According to my source...

..he's going through
a nasty divorce.

And guess why? Why?

Shacked up with Gabbi, didn't he?

His wife's kicked him out
as a result,

and to top the lot off,
Gabbi dumped him.

Oh, I told you it ran deep.

Deep crust, more like.

He's living off takeaway pizzas
in his shop.

So, Martin's definitely
got reason to hurt Gabbi.

But...would he go this far?

Crivens.

Yes... Sorry.

I promised I'd help Martha
to make Rosie's tea.

Let's pick this up tomorrow,
with fresh heads.

Bye. Bye.

So, any plans for tonight?

Er... Nope!

Just...washing my hair.

Hmm. Crisps. Flashlight.

Rope.

Handcuffs.

Hot date?

Huh?

Oh. No.

I'm... I'm at the cemetery tonight.

Reverend Kate's
got a night-time vandal.

Don't forget the garlic.

Didn't think so!

I'm not scared.

# When I think of all the years
that I've paying... #

How much further?

My heart's about to give in.

Come on, Grandma,
we're almost there.

Grandma?
Come on!

It's the best view
in Shipton Abbott up there.

Promise.
We'll see!

I already told you, I hate peas!

You're not listening to me!

She's been like this

since she got back.

Right.

Hey, hey. Just...
Let's just give her some space.

I'm sure she'll be all right
in a minute.

Rosie?

Rosie, you know that's not OK.

There's an "A" in peas.

Look, I know today's been hard.

Shall we get ready for bed
and read some stories together?

You can't tell me what to do!

You're not my mum!

Come on.

Hmm.

You said you didn't want dull.

I meant somewhere nicer
than the pub,

not a hike up a bloody mountain!

I used to come here
as a teenager.

Smoked a thousand cigarettes
and listened to The Cure.

Classic posh-boy angst.

Yeah, I know. Walking cliche.

Parents got divorced.

Went a bit mad for a while...

..etc, etc.

I know how that goes.

So, what were you like at school?

Hmm...

No idea why, but I was a goth.

No? Mm-hm.
Oh, my Lord.

Spiky dog collar
and everything.

I almost forgot how to smile.

I have to see the photos.

Mm-mm. Bad luck.

I burnt the evidence.

So, what's in the rucksack?

Kendal Mint Cake?
Rain mac?

You do drink champagne?

Or is that too posh for you?
Oh, no!

Glad to hear it.

Hey.

She's finally calmed down.

OK. Well done.

She misses her so much, Humphrey.

The guard had to separate them
at the end.

Come here, come here,
come here. OK.

It's all right, it's all right.

It's OK.

Oh, sorry. You're a bit foamy.

Sorry.

I've made it worse.
I don't mind.

Look, we'll get her
through this, OK?

Don't worry.

OK?

Cup of tea?
Yes, please.

Come on. Let's do it.

So, have I changed
your mind?

Ah...

I think it will take more than
a picnic with a sea view,

that's for sure.

I bet this is where you bring
all the girls.

No.

Only you.

Because...

..funnily enough,
I want to impress you.

Why?

Because...as much
as I hate to admit it,

I care about what you think.

Yeah, well, I'd better head back.

Early start with this case
we're working on.

Or you could come back to mine.

Listen to The Cure?

HE GASPS

Not now! Mum!

Wait! No, no, no, no, no, no!

Hey! Come back!
No, stop!

Stop right there!

So, how were the ghouls?

Welcoming? It was proper peaceful,
actually.

Gave me time to reflect.
On what?

Your total inability to file
anything in the correct drawer?

More like what really happens
after death.

Where do our souls go?

Do we even have souls?

Reading Plato at breakfast!

You often underestimate me, Margo.

Morning, everyone!
Nice evening?

I ended up at Kitty Jay's
till closing.

Got a mouth like
a badger's backside.

How about you?
Hair all done?

Hair?

Coffee?

Thought you could do with
one of these.

Thanks.

Oh!

Keys.

Belongs to the person
who's been causing bother

in the churchyard.

Chased them last night,
but...got away.

Did you get a look at him?

It was too dark
and he was wearing a hoodie.

But all is not lost.

Key fob.

It's got an electronic tag.

I'm getting the IT boys
to trace the address it's linked to.

Morning, everyone. Sorry I'm late.
A bit of a rough night.

Seen this?

I'll lay money on who spoke to 'em.

Oh, good Lord.

Right, pressure's on now, folks.

We need to make some real progress
before the Chief Super gets...

Here?
Ciao!

And please don't speak Italian.

Mi dispiace.

I'd like an update.

Now, please.

Yes...

Yes.

Facts so far...
Kelby, shoot.

OK. So, three individuals
from Shipton Abbott

were sent a box of chocolates
yesterday morning.

Only one chocolate was poisoned
in each of these boxes.

Strangely, our three victims
chose to eat that one chocolate.

We don't know how and why
in this present time,

but we're working on it.

Thank you. No, thank you,
PC Hartford.

That was very succinct.

Any time, Chief Superintendent.

Suspects?

Er... Most likely
is Martin Gaffney,

owner of the Fudge Pantry.

Could be trying to discredit
his ex Gabbi,

owner of Dalmori Chocolates.

But even if it is him,

we don't know why he chose
these three people.

Pot luck,
or have they been targeted?

Anything else of note?

Yes. A quote from the '90s classic
Forrest Gump.

We're not quite sure
of its significance, however.

Lots of questions.
Very few answers.

Fortunately, nobody's died.

Other than a small creature
of the aquatic variety.

A goldfish.

So, what are your next steps?

Erm... Well, because
we can't categorically know

how Martin did it, we're focusing
on alternative theories.

Potentially a link
between the three victims.

That kind of thing.

Right.

Inspector, could I have a word?

Yes.

In private.

Absolutely.

Look, DI Goodman, I hear you have
a foster placement at the moment.

How's that going?

Oh, it's...

It's quite hard...

..in all honesty.

It's a lot to take on,
along with a demanding job.

Look, I want you to know
that we...

Well, I am keen
to support you and Martha.

If you need anything...

..time off, more flexibility,
you let me know.

I appreciate that,
Chief Superintendent.

I really do.

Oh, and...

PC Hartford - you've got
a talented officer there.

Yes. We're very lucky
to have him.

Indeed you are.

You know, I hate to agree
with that great, gangly,

almost husband of yours,
but maybe he's right.

You are trying too hard.

When you were little, a baby bird
fell out of his nest.

You put him in a cardboard box.

You cuddled him
and you fed him.

And then one day,
the cat got in and ate him.

Is that supposed
to make me feel better?!

The point is that some things
are out of your control.

And you may not want
to hear this, but...

..you can't fix her all on your own.

I know that.
Of course I do.

I just need someone to remind me,
that's all.

So, what happened to you yesterday?
You didn't come and say goodnight.

Well, you had your hands full.

You mustn't worry about me.

Anyway, Selwyn and I
are becoming good friends.

He's quite the storyteller.

Hiya!
Oh, hello!

Has the film finished?
Yeah.

The end was a bit rubbish.

People just aren't that smiley.

Mrs Lloyd...
Hmm?

..I'm sorry for drawing
on your wall.

I won't do it again.

Oh, never mind, love.

I didn't like that colour anyway.

Thank you, Rosie.

Even though you're not my mum,
you're proper nice.

Can I have a biscuit?
Hmm!

Sorry, everyone.

What?
Nothing!

Hang on.

Was there a Monica who worked
at the hairdresser's?

Sounds familiar.

A few months ago,

Lizzie Dyer was texting someone
called "Mon G".

They're friends, apparently.

Yep. Monica Grey.

Was seemingly let go
about three months ago.

So maybe she bore a grudge.

Looks like she was also
a patient of Dr Jennings, too.

Excellent work, Sergeant!

So, could Monica Grey
be behind our poisonings?

Erm, I'd say it's unlikely.

Only 27.
Yes.

Last night, you're saying the figure
put these roses here

before they ran off?
99% sure.

Your mystery person appears to be
connected to our case somehow.

I don't like coincidences.

Have we got an address
for that key fob yet?

Er, should get an answer soon.
Jolly good.

In the meantime, we need to
find out more about Miss Grey.

She was my best friend.
Where did you meet?

School.

We stayed close after we left.

Go down Porters after work
for a few drinks and a laugh.

But then she stopped laughing
and talking so much.

Did she have a boyfriend?
No.

Could have been work,
problems with her boss.

A bit of a cow, really.
Always on her case.

Is this at the hair salon?

Yeah. One day, she fired her.
No reason.

Mon took it hard.

So we planned a girls' trip
to Marbella.

When was this?

A couple of months
before she...passed away.

Then she changed her mind.

Any idea why?

No clue.
I was well angry.

I'd booked it all, spent my savings.
Hello?

So I went without her.
Yeah, speaking.

She called me loads of times.

I didn't pick up.

Then I heard the news.

I'm so sorry.

Erm... The therapist.
He's out of the woods. Right.

Thank you so much for your time.

Goodbye.

In my job, Inspector,
you can't help everyone.

It's the hardest lesson you learn
when you start out.

Why did Monica come to you?

She was referred to me.

At first, she was receptive.
We were making progress...

..but then, one day,
we were in a session...

What happened?

We were in phase three of CBT.

I asked her
some very difficult questions.

I thought she could handle it.

But she couldn't?

I misread her behaviours.

Arrogance on my part, really.

She shut down emotionally.

Stopped coming to the appointments.

She took her own life
a few weeks later.

If she'd have only
just talked to me,

we could have worked through things.

Sorry to have to rake all this up.

We think she might be connected
to this poisoning somehow.

In what way?

Not entirely sure.

Thank you.

Sorry, just one more thing.

And apologies if this sounds
a little peculiar.

Your goldfish...
Sigmund?

What about him?

He didn't look too good
when we were at your house.

In fact, he looked quite dead.

Well, he was right as rain
when I gave him his breakfast.

When was this?

Just after I answered the door!

After the delivery.

Thank you.

Bye.

Oh, hello, love.

What can I get you, Mrs Lloyd?

Eggs royale with extra toast,
please. White.

Oh, and a small glass
of my usual Chablis.

Isn't it quite...? Early?

Yes, it is.
Is... Is that a problem?

Of course not.

Are you OK?

Did you...go to the doctor?

I'm having tests
at the hospital tomorrow.

Is Martha going with you?
Mmm.

You didn't tell her, did you?

I don't want to worry her
when there's nothing to worry about.

On second thoughts, make it a large.

I know exactly what I need.

Ah! Margo,
where's the list of deliveries

from the chocolate shop, please?

Here.
Thank you.

Sherie Howard.

Lizzie Dyer.

Lionel Jennings.

Bingo!

The therapist.

The boss.

The best friend.

What do all of these people
have in common?

Each one let Monica down
in some way, treated her badly.

And each person received
their comeuppance, it seems.

Our poisoner must be
out for revenge.

Why?

Someone who cared for Monica?

The roses at the grave.

Yes, yes.

This person loved Monica deeply.

"Life is like a box of chocolates.

"You never know
what you're gonna get."

Forrest and Jenny
are childhood friends.

He's loved her for years before
they finally get it together.

But it's too late,
and it ends in tragedy.

But we know Monica...

..didn't have a boyfriend.

Could be unrequited.

Then who?
Shipton Abbott Police Station.

The delivery driver.
Kenny Pluckley?

He's onto something.
That's great news.

Kenny was in the same school year
as Monica.

Sir, the key fob.
We've got an address.

Willowview House care home.

Kenny's place of work.
Hold on. Stop.

We saw him on CCTV.

He didn't have a chance
to put poison in the chocolates.

It can't be him.
Look closer.

What am I looking at?

The three addresses of our victims

all have a delivery time
written down.

None of the others do.

Which means what, exactly?

It means, DS Williams,
that we've got him.

All three of our victims had
a connection to Monica Grey.

Dr Jennings was her counsellor.

Monica, wait!

We know Monica struggled.

That's why she turned to Dr Jennings
for help.

But by his own admission,
he failed her.

Come on, hurry up!

Her boss was a bully
who fired her unfairly

due to a personality clash.

And her best friend turned her back
in her hour of need.

In her troubled mind,

each of these events could have
had a devastating impact...

..perhaps contributing to
her tragic decision to end her life.

KATE: We have gathered here
to remember the life of Monica

and send her to her resting place.

We come together in grief,
acknowledging our human loss.

Peace be with you.

But there was someone
who stood by her until the end,

someone who'd loved her
since school -

her friend...Kenny Pluckley.

We know that Kenny worked in the pub

that Monica and Lizzie went to
after work.

All right?
Thank you, Kenny.

So, every Thursday night
after his pub shift,

Kenny visits Monica's grave.

He's in a bad way.
Lonely, drinking too much.

Angry that Monica's no longer
in his life.

Looking to blame someone,
he sits there,

thinking about all the people
who let her down -

in his eyes, abandoned her.

Her boss, her best friend
and her therapist -

people who could have helped.

Feeling powerless,
he wanted to hurt them,

make them feel
some of the pain he felt.

But how?

Now, his job at the care home
gave him the chance

to steal the digoxin, as well as
a bank card from an elderly man

who died there a few weeks earlier,
which he used to pay

for the chocolate order.

All very well and good, sir,

but still no clearer on how he got
the poison into the chocolates.

This is the clever bit.

It was never in the chocolates.

It was on the pen.

And of course, he was careful
to hold the pen at the top.

So Sherie had the poison
on her fingers? Yep.

He must have painted the poison
onto it...near the tip.

And he always held it at the top.

What are you barking at,
you daft brush?

She would have ingested the poison.

We assumed that it was put
into the chocolate.

No-one would ever think
about the pen

that was used to sign
for the delivery.

Kenny!

What a dark horse.

All three of our victims
signed for their deliveries.

The reason they wrote the time down
and none of the others did

was so that Kenny could ensure
that they would all hold the pen

for as long as possible.

They ate a chocolate...

..and then passed out.

Wait, you've forgotten something.

The goldfish?
Ah!

That helped solve it.

I knew the poison must have
been on his fingers.

Sadly, the fish ingested
the digoxin.

RIP Sigmund.

But Kenny never intended
to kill these people, did he?

The amount was never fatal.
No, he didn't.

But he wanted to make them suffer

for what they'd done
to his beloved Monica.

Come on, mate.

Hands.

I tried so hard to help her,
but it wasn't enough.

Come on, mate.

Poor Kenny. Imagine loving someone
that much.

SIGHS: And all for what?

Good question -
judging from personal experience.

Oh, you'll find love.

Don't you worry.

Yeah, but when?

Er... No, Margo, it's time.

Time for what?

It's time for the apps.

Present for you.

A walnut whip?

Thanks. Hope it's not poisoned.

Mmm!

No idea what she meant.

Tough on the outside.

Soft and gooey on the inside.

Hey. Hey.

Got it?

Missed a bit.

There!

Tell me about this infamous race,
the two fathers.

Hugo accused Nathan of sabotage!

Now, it's their daughters racing -
Francine and Polly.

No-one knows yet. Not even Zoe.

This rivalry between you two
runs pretty deep.

That man took everything from me,

but he won't do the same
with my daughter.

I think someone tried to kill me!

She has everything she needs to win
fair and square.

They found significant traces
of zopiclone in Polly's smoothie.

Technically, she is
the main suspect.