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It's a beautiful morning

in Saltleigh for the last day of the regatta.

We've got an action-packed programme for you,

beginning with the final race of the women's singles,

where the winner will receive the coveted Regatta Cup

and £30,000 prize money...

No running, guys.

No running!

..battling it out...

Sorry, just got to be safe.

Morning. Here's your milk.

Hi, Hugo.

Thank you.

Careful, sir! You're by the edge there.

Caref... Careful! You're going to fall!

Argh! My gosh!

Big day today? Yeah, it is.

See ya. Good luck!

Hello! They're... They're asking for their bags?

Here you are. Sorry, Ben.

They're all labelled.

All done.

Thank you.

Here she is. Hiya!

Where have you been?

A slight issue locating the binoculars.

Go and find a good spot,

and I'll try and get there for the start.

Righto.

Hello? Hi, two cappuccinos, please.

Come on!

They're about to start! Where's Martha?

She's following on.

Hello, sweet girl.

Rosie, look! Here they come.

Hi.

That's Nathan Dalton.

He won this exact cup here in the same race

before you were born.

But only by nobbling the boat

of the bloke behind him, Hugo Digsby.

You all right?

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

So, there's bad blood.

It's got the usual suspects.

Both Polly and Francine...

OK. You'll be fine.

Hiya. Good luck, Polly.

Thanks, Ben. Francine.

Thanks.

Dad, can you hold this?

Polly, Francine, could I...?

Do you mind?

So, ladies, joint favourites. How do you see the race going?

It's about the start, really.

We've all got to get off well, then see what happens.

It's about the first turn.

Getting in front,

to get tighter to the buoy.

I have to ask,

your dads were part of that infamous race in '95.

How much has that played on your minds this week?

Yeah, a bit.

People have been talking about it since we got here.

But it's what we do that matters.

Yeah.

Francine, the regatta trophy

and £30,000 up for grabs.

Can you win it?

Obviously.

She's a Dalton.

Winning is what we do.

Good luck to both of you.

May the best woman win.

Smug git.

Leave it, Dad.

All competitors to the water, please.

Will all competitors...

Good luck, darling. Thanks. ..make their way to the water?

OK.

Now, there's a squad selector

from British Sailing here today.

Here's your shot.

- Don't mess it up. - I won't. I promise.

Keep your eye on that prize, Francine. OK.

The crowds are building.

I've just spoken to the two favourites,

Francine Dalton and Polly Digsby.

It's anyone's race at this point.

The scene is set for a spectacular race

with a breathtaking backdrop.

As the sailors launch their boats,

you can feel the excitement building.

Who will rise to the challenge and come out on top?

The klaxon goes, and it's a clean start.

But it's all about technical skills.

Francine Dalton pulls ahead from the others.

She's got a strong lead on Polly Digsby,

who's lagging behind.

An unusually slow start from her.

Can she catch up in time?

Dalton rounds the first mark with confidence,

making it clear to the competition

that she's got this race under her control.

Digsby seems to be struggling behind the race leader.

Polly Digsby seems to be in real trouble!

Polly!

Help!

Help!

Can I take her home? Yep, yep.

You'll be all right. She'll be all right.

Can we just take her now cos she's getting cold?

Everything all right?

It's OK.

This is our Detective Inspector and DS.

Yeah, she's fine. Right. What happened?

I think someone did something to me.

What makes you think that?

Sweetheart...

I think someone tried to kill me.

Kill you? Really?

I trust there'll be a rematch.

Dad! The race wasn't completed.

I'm sorry, sir. We don't know at this stage.

Where the hell are you going? Sir, all right, calm down.

Sorry. You say someone tried to kill you?

I found this in my bag this morning.

What? What is it?

I thought it was a joke.

Why didn't you tell me?

Like I said, I thought it was a joke.

"Race today and it will be your last."

All I know is I felt great.

Then, out of nowhere, my vision went funny.

It was like I couldn't see straight.

Are you on any kind of medication?

Kelby! Be right back.

Bag this. Anti-depressants.

Since when?

Couple of months.

Thank you. Sir.

Have you had any kind of side-effects

since you've been taking them?

No.

When exactly did you start feeling unwell?

Just after I sailed down to the start.

And you felt fine before?

Yeah.

Have you had anything to eat or drink beforehand?

Just my fruit smoothie.

I had it before the race.

Do you still have the bottle?

Ten Mile Kitchen?

I haven't seen a letter like that in years!

I mean, who can be bothered these days?

I can't remember the last time I held a Pritt Stick.

Let's hope the lab can find fingerprints

or a bit of DNA.

Come on.

It's obvious he wanted her to lose that race.

So, Margo, tell me about this infamous race.

The two fathers.

Don't start her off!

I want to hear it. It'd be my pleasure.

OK, here we go.

They'd been rivals for years.

Neck and neck.

Then it was the last race of the season -

just like today.

Minutes into the race...

..Hugo's boat started taking on water

and capsized before the turn.

There was a big bust-up afterwards,

and Hugo accused Nathan of sabotage.

We've all heard the story, but nothing was proven.

Don't mean it didn't happen. Don't mean it did either.

The point is... Nathan Dalton went on

from strength to strength.

Got new sponsors,

sailed in the Olympics, won a gold medal.

And Hugo Digsby?

Just disappeared from the racing scene.

He ran the local sailing club.

But then young Polly started racing

and he's been training her.

So that's what all the fuss has been about?

The daughters following in their dads' footsteps?

And a Digsby nobbled again.

It's not quite the same.

Yeah, and Francine did give up on her race to go and save her.

True.

Email from the lab.

Nothing in the energy bar,

but they've found significant traces

of zopiclone in Polly's smoothie.

That's a sleeping pill.

Mixed with her anti-depressants,

that would knock her out.

No athlete is going to willingly take

a sleeping pill an hour before a race, so...

Someone spiked her drink!

I can skip college for a few more days?

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

How else can we do it?

Hi. Everything all right? We've just been told

there's an extra day of this regatta

so they can rerun the women's race.

But we've just run out of breakfast supplies.

Everything all right?

The fruit smoothie

that Polly Digsby drank before the race...

What about it?

We think it was spiked with a sleeping pill.

No! Is she all right?

She's fine now. The effects are wearing off.

But the drinks,

were they bought in?

No, I made them myself.

You made them?

Yeah, this morning.

The competitors have a breakfast bag

every morning before their first race -

an energy bar and a fruit smoothie -

so I made them fresh.

Did anyone help you?

No. I cut up the fruit,

mixed them, filled the bottles.

All the drinks were identical.

Could they have been tampered with in any way?

Or did you leave them unattended?

No, I did everything on my own.

I put them in bags with their initials on,

then they were collected and taken down to the start.

You said the bags were collected?

By whom?

Poor Polly.

How is she?

Yeah, she's going to be OK.

Did you have any contact?

Any contact with anyone at all

on your way down to the start after picking up the bags?

No. No-one.

I went straight there.

So you delivered the drink to Polly exactly as it had been

prepared by Martha? Yeah.

Yeah, I literally picked them up from Martha

and went straight down to the water.

You didn't put Polly's bag down at any point on the way?

No.

And once you'd given it to Polly,

did you see her put it anywhere?

I seem to remember her

opening the bag and drinking her smoothie

straight away.

Are you sure she's going to be all right?

She's a little shaken, but she'll be OK.

Sorry,

are you and Polly...?

I wish.

I mean, I-I've known her a long time.

So... You know, Dad has a boat here and Polly's always around.

So... I've thought about asking her out a couple times, but...

..we're very different, so...

Sometimes different is good.

Sorry, when you gave Polly her smoothie,

was there anyone with her?

Yes.

Yeah, she was with her dad,

and they were being interviewed by the TV crew.

This is all the footage from the TV crew.

Look.

No...

Sorry, excuse me.

That doesn't make sense.

If Martha made the smoothies herself,

and then packed them all into bags,

and then Ben took them

straight to the start without stopping,

we can see here

that no-one put anything in once she'd opened it.

So how and when

was her smoothie spiked?

Margo, fingerprints on the bottle?

We won't get anything back until the morning now,

but Nathan Dalton was on the quayside,

and we know he's cheated before.

We don't know any such thing.

And, anyway, it doesn't look like anyone went near her.

What about Ben?

He's the one who delivered it.

He could be lying.

Possible, but he did seem genuinely worried about her.

Then it can only be one person.

The one person who had the opportunity

to put something in that bottle.

So I'll leave Rosie at the cafe with Zoe,

then head off to the suppliers' meeting.

But Zoe's got to meet the delivery at the quayside.

Right.

I could try and get out at lunchtime for an hour.

Won't you be tied up with the case?

Probably. Especially as...

..you're my prime suspect.

What?! Yeah.

You're the only one

who could have spiked Polly Digsby's bottle.

In that case, I confess everything.

It was me. Lock me up.

I could do with a rest. Good. Case closed.

See you in six months.

I'll ask Mum to look after Rosie

while I'm at the suppliers'.

Things will get easier once we find her a school place.

Have you heard back?

No, not yet. I'll chase them again tomorrow.

Mum!

Why are my ears burning?

We were just discussing

how brilliant you are with Rosie.

Somehow, I get the feeling this is childcare-related.

Would you mind taking her tomorrow afternoon?

What's in it for me?

My eternal love and affection.

Does that come in the form

of a deliciously home-cooked dinner?

As soon as the regatta is over,

I will cook you a meal of your choice.

Deal.

OK.

God, you're good!

Right...

How many is that?

Two.

You have your own business.

And how's that a good thing?

It stops you getting under my feet all day.

Gives you something else to think about.

So that's it, the three things that you like best about me

are my hair, my posh accent, and that I've got a job?

Too gushy?

No, I think you've dodged that particular pothole.

See?

You speak lovely, and look at your hair -

it's all floppy.

All right, my turn.

You are ultra-bright,

which makes you incredibly sexy.

Is that one or two? One.

You're a good mum, which shows that,

despite all evidence to the contrary, you have a heart.

Get me scanned. I don't.

And three... I don't think I've ever known anyone

who manages to be as frustrating

and yet fascinating

at the same time,

in exactly the same measure.

It's a gift.

Agreed.

Right, so, what are the three things

we don't like about each other?

I don't have any bad points.

Is that so?

Your trouble is...

..you think too much.

So, we've decided to skip over your bad points,

and we're moving just straight on to mine?

Exactly. Brilliant.

I went to primary school with a boy called Simon Corkindale.

And whatever toy he got,

he'd take it apart to see how it worked.

And, once, he got this remote-control car

and he spent weeks taking it apart, bit by bit,

to see what was inside it,

and then he couldn't put it back together again.

That's a bit like you.

How so?

Because you always want to know how things work.

Like, You know, is it a date?

Are we boyfriend and girlfriend?

What do we like about each other?

What don't we like about each other?

Sometimes, the joy is just about

playing with your remote-control car

without worrying what's inside it.

I'll try and remember that.

So is that it? Are we done with my inadequacies?

They're not inadequacies.

Though, there is,

one thing you might want to work on.

Yeah, what's that?

The amount of time you leave people with an empty glass.

And, you know, it's polite to kiss people on your way out.

How do you feel?

A bit shaky. But better.

Shouldn't you be resting?

All those months training...

..didn't even make the first buoy.

Wasn't your fault, Poll.

You know they've declared the race a no-contest?

Ordered a rerun for tomorrow?

No, Poll.

Why not?

Because...

..until we find out who did this to you,

I don't want you out there.

So they win?

30 grand and the Cup on a silver platter,

and everything we trained for was for nothing?

I could still screw up.

At least it will be down to me,

not someone else.

But, no, I just wasn't sure whether you'd call me

or I should be calling you -

for the biopsy results, I mean...

Can you take this? No, no,

that's absolutely fine.

I just thought it better to check.

S-Sorry to have bothered you.

Bye.

Come on, quick.

Pop your seat belt on. OK.

Is everything all right, dear?

Yes. Humphrey set the alarm for the wrong time.

That's annoying.

Let me do that. Thank you.

I made some banana muffins this morning.

Would you two like one?

No time, Mum. Maybe later.

What are you doing making muffins?

You hate baking.

I was bored.

I didn't sleep too last night.

Everything OK? Never better!

OK, see you later.

Bye, Mrs L!

How's the new app going?

To be honest, Margo,

I'm never really sure what to say.

I get a message,

something like,

"Hi, I'm Amy. What are you saying?"

And I never really know what to write back.

Here, look.

"Nice ears"?

I panicked.

Yeah.

Morning, all! Morning.

Good evening?

Yeah. Just had a quiet one.

Have the forensics come back?

Yes.

Hello!

Sorry. Gentle mishap with the alarm clock.

Is that...? Yep.

They found fibres on the letters.

Good.

Kelby?

See if you can ascertain

where the fibres on the note to Polly might have come from.

It might lead us to something.

Yes, sir.

The bottle?

The only fingerprints on the bottle

were Polly's and one other not on file.

I'm assuming they belong to Martha.

Not very helpful. One's the victim, the other's my fiancee.

I thought...

..as police officers,

you weren't allowed

to let your personal feelings influence your thinking.

I'm just saying,

technically,

she is the main suspect.

No-one...

..thinks it's Martha,

but she could hold the answers without knowing, maybe?

If it was anyone else, you'd bring 'em in.

Just saying.

She's going to kill me.

Good! Good. Good, good, good.

Yes. Thank you, Kelby.

Now, just a formality...

..because there were two sets of prints

on the bottle, you see, and, well...

..Polly's, which we'd expect,

and we think the others might be yours.

But, obviously, we don't have

your fingerprints on file

because you've never been in trouble before.

Or ever.

Martha, we know it's a pain,

but now that we know the smoothie was spiked,

we need to try and work out how that was done.

There was no-one else in the catering van with you?

Zoe came in to make Kelby a cup of tea

while I was doing the bags,

but she was in there two minutes,

and I was there with the bottles the whole time.

So can you be absolutely certain, darling...

..er...

..th-that, apart from Zoe,

no-one else came onto the catering van

between the time when the smoothies were made

and when they were picked up to be taken to the competitors?

Yes!

Sorry, Martha. We just need to be sure.

About what?

Whether the drinks were tampered with in any way

while they were in your keeping.

But I've already said they weren't.

Eight times. Yes, yes.

But, you see, we're not questioning you, per se.

No? No, we're simply trying to,

jog your memory, in case something happened

that you haven't remembered or you've forgotten.

Like what?

Turning the alarm on?

Putting the cap back on the toothpaste?

Picking up dirty clothes off the floor?

Not...

No, just about the drinks.

Look, can you please just

talk me through your movements one last time?

Takeaway tonight.

And a bottle of rose.

Are you attempting to bribe a police officer?

Yes. Deal.

6:45, I arrived at quayside to open up.

Health and Safety sign off 15 minutes later.

Then stock check, breakfast prep and light up grill.

I started work on the sailors' breakfast bags

a little after 8:30.

Hugo brought fresh milk

from the clubhouse just before nine.

Zoe came to make Kelby a cup of tea.

Ben collected the competitors' breakfast bags.

Hello! They're... They're asking for their bags.

They're all labelled.

All done. Thank you.

All this by 9:15.

And I have a witness for that.

- Who? - You!

Yes. Right.

So at no time the bags were out of your sight?

Absolutely not.

So nobody could have tampered with them without you seeing?

I don't see how. I was on the van the whole time.

You said that Hugo brought fresh milk from the clubhouse.

Polly's dad.

Yes? Did he come in the van?

No.

He passed the bottles up to me through the back door.

Thank you.

Now, are we finished?

I'm really running very late, and I need to get on.

Yeah, I may have more questions.

I mean, hardly any.

Certainly not now.

In fact, possibly none at all.

Bye!

Love you!

Mr Digsby?

Have you found out who wrote that awful letter?

No. Not yet.

She wants to race again.

How do I know she's still not in danger?

We're doing everything we can.

Er, Martha mentioned you took

fresh milk to her yesterday morning.

Like I have done every morning this week.

Why? We're trying to find out

who was near the catering van

where the competitors' breakfast bags

were being prepared.

Are you suggesting I tried to spike my own daughter's drink?

No, no, no, of course not.

We're asking if you saw anyone else there.

The site was busy.

Plenty of people milling about.

Specifically the catering van.

It's the same thing.

Stewards, members of the public,

the competitors and their teams all passed

on their way down to the water.

No-one who looked odd or out of place?

Nah.

I was there...

..less than a minute.

Martha was working in the van alone.

Passed her the milk, and then I left.

Look, we all know there's only one person

who would benefit from Polly

not winning that race.

I understand you and Mr Dalton have history?

But we have no evidence he was involved.

That man took everything from me.

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

So either you stop him or I will.

What is it, Kelby?

The fibre turned out to be a blonde hair,

so it's probably Polly's.

So how am I supposed to find out

who sent the letter now?

It's called... police work.

Ha!

But it's impossible!

Why do I get the impossible things to do?!

I've been staring at this for so long

I can't see words any more!

Have a biscuit.

No, thanks, I...

Have a coffee. Already had one.

Then have a quieter crisis so I can read in peace!

But there's no fingerprints.

There's just a stupid blonde hair.

What was that for?

To try and stop you moaning.

You're making my teeth itch.

What?

I was just saying that...

Margo...

..you're a genius.

Yeah.

Where are you going?

Now, that's interesting.

No, thanks, Margo. That's great.

OK. Speak to you later.

Bye.

That was Margo.

Nathan Dalton is up to his eyeballs in debt.

Right.

So the £30,000 prize money that comes with the Cup

would be very welcome, I imagine.

Yes, it would.

Let's see what he's got to say for himself.

It was a couple of rogue investments, that's all.

I'm handling it.

Winning £30,000 would help somewhat, I imagine.

Of course it would.

But only if Francine won the last race of the season.

By overcoming the one person

who could stop that happening, Polly Digsby.

Is that the best you can do?

Right, but you've got to admit

that you and your daughter had the most to gain

from Polly losing that race.

Which she will when it's rerun,

without the need for any help from me.

Right.

This rivalry between you two...

..runs pretty deep.

Look,

despite Hugo's tiresome insistence to the contrary,

I am not a cheat.

Neither am I the architect of the miserable existence

he has built for himself.

Francine has been trained

by the best sailors in the world.

Her kit is top-of-the-range,

so she has everything she needs to win...

..fair and square.

So...

..I suggest you look elsewhere.

No...

How long has he been doing this?

About 40 minutes.

He could be there for hours.

Yes, yes!

I've got it!

OK...!

So, I was looking at the letter earlier

when an idea hit me.

Literally.

What if all the words were cut from the same magazine?

Polly's a sailor.

What about a sailing magazine?

This magazine.

I checked every letter of every word

against the last issue

and they all match.

That is extraordinary, Kelby. Yeah.

Thank you, sir.

But... But that's not all.

It got me thinking about the hair we found.

Because it was a blonde hair,

I assumed it belonged to Polly.

Seems reasonable. Yeah.

Except...

..part of the hair was stuck underneath one of the letters!

So it had to belong to the person who stuck the letters

down onto the paper. Yes!

Brilliant work, Kelby!

But... But it was a blonde hair,

so whose was it?

Then... I saw this.

On the front page

of the same issue used...

Francine Dalton.

Yeah.

We can always do a DNA test on the hair.

I mean, that will prove conclusively

whether the hair is yours or not.

You'll only make things worse on yourself

not telling us the truth.

I didn't spike her drink.

I swear.

But you did send the letter.

I knew my dad would be disappointed if I didn't win.

So I sent the letter to try and throw Polly off her game.

But I never intended for her to get hurt.

When she fell in...

You thought it was your fault.

My dad wants to win so badly, and...

..I try so hard.

That can be tough.

But why go through all the trouble

of cutting up the magazine?

You could have just messaged her.

I saw it in a movie.

I thought it'd give it a bit of dramatic effect.

You were standing closest to Polly

when she opened her breakfast bag.

You could have quite easily put something in the bottle.

I didn't touch her bottle, I swear!

Look...

I've admitted to sending the stupid letter.

It was childish, and I'm sorry.

But I would never do anything to really hurt her.

I just wanted my dad to be proud of me.

Where is she?

She's being released on a caution.

Francine, do you have any idea what you've done?

You know you'll be disqualified.

I'm sorry.

I am going to have to move mountains

to make sure you're still allowed to race tomorrow.

Dad, please... Not here.

We'll discuss this later.

But I don't want... Get...

..in the car.

I'm very sorry for the trouble, Detective.

It won't happen again.

The more I see him,

the more I dislike him.

Yes.

God...

Shipton Abbott Police Station?

Yeah. Hello.

No, I just, had a...

..something in the back of my throat.

I'm starting to understand why she may have sent that letter.

You really think she'd spike Polly's drink?

And if she had, why would she jump in to save her,

throwing the race in the process?

What are you all out here for?

Hugo called.

Polly's been given the all-clear to race tomorrow.

Is that a good idea?

If someone is really after Polly,

then they might try again.

If we seem to have reached a dead end,

that may be the only way we'll catch them.

Right. Thank you.

Sorry you're missing another college day, Zoe.

That's OK. It's just one of those weeks.

All hands to the pump.

At least I'm getting paid for it.

Your mum does it for free.

I promised her a slap-up dinner once we're done.

Besides, it'll help take her mind off things.

She told you, then?

Told me what?

I thought you said you wanted to take her mind off things.

She just seemed a bit down lately.

What are you talking about?

What did the doctor say?

That it was probably harmless,

but they needed a biopsy to be sure.

A biopsy?

As in surgery?

Hardly! It was a couple of stitches,

and I was awake the whole time.

Mum, that's a big deal!

Look, Motty, stop it!

I just wish you hadn't gone through this on your own.

And why shouldn't I? Your father did.

But that was a different time.

You weren't allowed to go with him.

Yes...

It didn't seem fair.

Dad wouldn't have wanted you to go through this alone.

You know, last week, I...

..I sat on that horrid little plastic chair

waiting for them to call me,

and I thought of how frightened he must have been,

being there on his own.

You did everything you could.

And I'm sorry he's not here,

but I am.

Don't you think you've got enough to worry about?

Excluding me from things gives me more worry, not less.

No more secrets?

No more secrets.

How was your day?...!

Spent most of it watching

how parents can screw up their kids.

Sounds fun.

Not really.

Would a large glass of my finest dry white cheer you up?

It's a good place to start.

I'm sure she'll be discreet.

Hello?

Humphrey!

Yes! A takeaway, as promised.

Everything all right? Let me help.

No, it's all right. I've got it. Didn't you ask for a bag?

I forgot. Course you did.

No, come on. No, Martha, it's fine.

It's fine, come on. Martha, I've got...

God!

I'll get a towel.

There's a piece of glass in her leg.

What were you thinking?! Me?

It was you who did... Just get the car!

Right.

OK, OK, OK, darling. OK.

Can you walk?

Honey, OK.

Let's go. That's it.

That's it. We'll just get to the car.

Have you got the keys?

Nearly there. Nearly there. That's it. That's it.

Dr Warrington. Paging Dr Warrington...

There you are.

A couple of butterfly stitches and you're right as rain.

How did it happen?

They were arguing.

I dropped a bottle.

She didn't mean to.

It was my fault, really.

No, it was... just a stupid careless mistake.

Please don't beat yourself up.

Kids have accidents all the time.

Yes. Thank you.

Now, how about a sticker for being so brave?

Yes, please.

She meant for me, silly!

Back in a minute.

She's right, you have been very brave.

I didn't like when you shouted at each other.

Sometimes Humphrey and I can snap at each other,

but it doesn't mean anything.

Are you going to break up?

Darling, no!

I was just a bit worried.

We both were, and that makes us a little bit anxious.

But we both love each other very, very much.

We do. We really do.

And we love having you with us.

OK?

Here we go.

I'm sorry. Me too.

You're in early.

Big day.

Thought I'd get a head start on the paperwork.

No-one knows yet.

Not even Zoe.

Your secret's safe with me.

Have you ever kept a secret, Margo?

Once.

In 1985.

- What was that? - I can't tell you.

I won't tell anyone,

but there's nothing to be embarrassed about.

So, how long have you been seeing him?

Not happening.

Come on!

Is it serious?

I'm due at the quayside.

I thought the Dalton girl had been disqualified.

Yeah, she has.

But even though she sent the letter,

someone else spiked Polly's drink,

and they might still be down there.

But is it serious?

Not happening! OK.

Sorry, sorry.

So, these were prepared in exactly the same way, yes?

Exactly.

No-one else has been on here?

Right?

For the tenth time...

..no! Good, good.

Good... good.

Hugo sent these. He's just getting Polly ready.

Welcome back... Thank you.

..to the Saltleigh Regatta,

where we have the much-anticipated

rescheduled women's singles race.

Just to let you know, after the incident yesterday,

all the participants are...

Cheers.

Good morning.

Hi, Ben.

Here you are. All labelled. Thanks.

See you later.

Bye.

We send our best wishes to Francine

and hope to see her back on the water soon.

And, Ben, all the bags are the same, yes?

Yes, yeah.

Here you go, Polly.

No! Thanks.

Brought her own.

Everything OK?

Er, yes, so far.

You all right, Dad? You look tired.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

Been a long week.

You sure you want to sail today, Polly?

Do you feel up to it?

We won't let 'em beat us, will we, Dad?

No, darling!

We won't. Jolly good.

Hurry up, Francine! We'll be here the whole time.

We're going to be late.

What are you doing here?

You've been disqualified.

Thankfully, the committee saw sense when I explained

it was just a bit of friendly banter.

Friendly banter...! It was a criminal offence!

Yeah, OK. Look, gents, if we could just...

If you're not up for the challenge,

you can crawl back to your little life and tend gardens

for old ladies. What are you going on about,

if I'm not up for the challenge?!

Course I am! Dad...

Take a step back. I always have been!

Don't you get bored of blaming other people?

Calm down. Guys...

Gentlemen, please, can we... That's enough!

I'm not doing this any more. Francine, what are you doing?

Put that back on! No!

I hate sailing.

I've always hated sailing.

If you want to win so badly...

..you race.

Francine, wait!

Wait!

Francine, please!

What are you doing?

I'm sorry for sending the letter.

I started sailing to make my dad proud of me.

But he never is.

But all the work you've put in...

You can't just walk away.

I have to, Poll.

I need to be who I want to be.

Not who Dad wants me to be.

Maybe we could go for a beer sometime instead?

I'd like that.

Frankie! Francine, come here!

She's OK. Frankie, please!

Sweetheart!

Now, all eyes are on Polly Digsby

as she makes her way to the start line.

If she wins this race,

not only will she receive the Regatta Cup

and £30,000 prize money,

but she will also be crowned

this year's South West Women's Champion.

Polly Digsby is off to a flying start,

nailing her position windward

and carving out a brilliant route off the line.

And it's Digsby with the advantage

as she rounds the first mark,

executing the move flawlessly,

leaving the rest of the fleet trailing behind her.

This one's yours.

Thank you.

Milk, sir?

Yes. Thank you, Kelby.

..more than just a race.

To become season champion, she needs to win...

Sugar. That one must be mine.

What are you doing? Crisscross.

What if the smoothie wasn't meant for Polly?

The bag had her name on it.

What if the bags got mixed up?

Doesn't sound like Martha.

I'm not talking about Martha.

Ben's got a soft spot for her.

And it was a race day.

There was a camera crew. It was chaos.

So what if, distracted by his crush,

Ben got the bags mixed up.

Polly. Thanks, Ben.

Do you mean we've been looking at who could have spiked Polly

when we should have just been asking...?

Yes.

Not "PD" for Polly Digsby,

but "FD" for Francine Dalton.

But... Yes, and that's the point, isn't it?

We continually discounted the real culprit,

because it made no sense.

So, yes, who would want to spike Francine's drink

is exactly the question we haven't been asking.

Hugo? Precisely.

But how?

Martha's adamant no-one went into the van.

I think I know how.

Every morning, Hugo brought fresh milk to the van.

Morning. Here's your milk. Hi, Hugo. Thank you.

I think Hugo worked out

there was a small window of opportunity

to switch breakfast bags.

I noticed it when I was with Martha this morning.

When she opens the fridge door.

Big day today.

Yeah. It is, yeah. See ya.

There's no way Martha could have seen Hugo

switch the bag with the pre-prepared bag

containing the smoothie he'd spiked earlier.

He must have taken the bag and smoothie

from the van the day before. Exactly.

Martha was right.

She never left the van and no-one else came in,

but the switch had already been made.

Hello! Er, they're... They're asking for their bags?

Sorry, Ben.

They're all labelled. All done.

Thank you.

But when Polly had her accident,

surely Hugo would have realised what he'd done.

I think he did, and I think he was on the brink of confessing.

And then something stopped him.

You'll be all right. She'll be all right.

Can we just take her now? Get her back in the warm?

Everything all right? It's OK.

This is our Detective Inspector and DS.

I think someone did something to me.

What makes you think that? Sweetheart...

I think someone tried to kill me.

I trust there'll be a rematch.

The race wasn't completed.

I'm sorry, sir. We don't know at this stage.

Remember, he didn't know about the letter,

and I think that threw him.

I mean, without that,

he might have told the truth straight away.

Hugo was never aiming for Polly.

He was aiming for Francine,

because all he wanted was for his daughter

to have what he felt she deserved.

This moment.

Just a few more metres! There it is!

Polly Digsby...

..crosses the finish line

and wins the race.

An incredible victory for Polly Digsby, the regatta champion...

Yeah, you were amazing!

So fast!

Well done, Polly!

Well done, guys!

Good race!

You did it! I knew you would.

Mr Digsby...

..would you come with us, please?

We know it was you.

What's going on?

Ca... Can I have a minute?

Yeah.

I've got something to tell you.

How long will I be here?

Not long.

We'll need to take a full statement,

talk to Polly about what she wants to happen next.

A few hours, hopefully.

I deserve whatever I've got coming.

Listen, before we do the formal interview...

..can I ask you something?

And THAT is a wrap on the Saltleigh Regatta!

Thank God.

That's a very nice jacket. Thank you, sir.

Sparkling apple juice -

to say thank you.

For everything.

Hello! Hello.

What are we drinking? Sparkling apple juice.

Yes, please.

Splendid. Thank you.

- There you go, Kelby. Thanks, Anne. - Hey, me!

Lovely.

So...

..who wants to know the gossip

about the original dads' race?

What?

When we put Hugo in the cells,

he wasn't in a good place,

so I thought I'd take advantage of that.

That's my girl!

And you asked him about what happened.

You didn't! Yes, I did!

Terribly unprofessional. Shush!

It turns out he wasn't nobbled at all.

He didn't check his boat properly the night before.

His transom bung, er... had perished -

that's why he took on water.

And he's blamed Nathan Dalton all this time?

They were avid competitors at the time

and it gave him a good excuse for losing the race.

OK.

So, Margo...

Sorry. I'll just get this.

Budge up, budge up...

I can't do it.

Yes, you can.

What if it's bad news?

Then we'll face it.

Hello?

Yes.

Right.

Thank you.

It's benign!

It's totally harmless!

Thank goodness.

Hey, hey, it's all right.

I'm OK.

You don't get rid of me that easily.

It's good news.

Goodness!

What are you lot skulking about for over there?

We're debating whether we should have two takeaways

in a week. Is that even a question?

After last time, I'm not entirely sure it's a good idea.

Why, what happened?

Rosie ended up in hospital. No!

Wh-What was it, Rosie? Was it a hot curry?

- I had that once. - What?

Chicken naga. I thought I was having a heart attack.

Mum called the ambulance and everything.

- Right, on that note... - Unbelievable.

..cheers, everyone.

Cheers.

Just joking.

When the Corn Man comes, bad luck is coming your way.

It's a Corn Doll. They're made from the last harvest

and hung to bring luck until the next one.

Esther! There's a fire, the Ellis's!

You took the Corn Doll down, I know you did. Now look what you've done!

I never touched your stupid Corn Doll!

Stella and Michaela were in a relationship...

..at least, until Stella's dad found out.

A family feud, how exciting!

I've added a skydive to my bucket list.

Please tell me that's a joke.

Here we are! First day.

Dad came in and that's when we saw it.

Good grief.