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I'll show him.

An absolute disgrace.

[Muttering]

See how he likes it
when no one turns up.

♪

This will teach him.

♪

Hi.

-They've been at it all morning.
-It's killing my business.

-So I've seen.
-They're all over the village.

♪

Blue or gray?

I prefer the gray.

Hmm.

Blue it is, then.

♪

[Sighs]

[Indistinct conversations,
laughter]

-Brad, hi. How are you?
-Good, good.

-Good to see you.
-Thanks for coming.

Did Brad rob a jeweler's?

I'd have stolen the crown jewels

to get Frankie to say yes.

[Chuckles]

What's with your parents?

They can't even stretch
to real champagne?

Well, this is
a step up for them.

I was expecting tap water.

[Woman laughs]

-Champagne?
-Cordelia, hi.

I'm not drinking this.

It's not...
It's not real champagne.

♪

I don't know what
you're smiling about.

The village have voted
to boycott our flower festival.

Fear not, my dear.

Your brilliant husband
has it all in hand.

-What does that mean?
-Mm.

Oh, what have you done now?

There's nothing else?

-No, unfortunately not.
-[Sighs]

♪

Oh, they're beautiful.

Thank you, Kimonie.

I was hoping you might hire me

to do the flowers
on your big day.

-Oh, I...
-Yeah,

we're not really making
any clear-cut decisions yet.

[Sneezes]

-It's good to see you.
-Are you all right?

I think I'm getting a cold.

[Sneezes]

♪

Thought you'd be
over the moon for Frankie.

This is me being over the moon.

♪

Who the hell is that?

Yes. [Laughs]

It's amazing, isn't it?

My mum used to tell me
about this place.

♪

Why have you stopped?

Me and the others
can start setting up.

Ness, you've got to come
and say hello.

I can't do this on my own.

You're the one who couldn't
wait to come here, not me.

Come on, guys.

♪

[Horn beeps]

♪

Noah, I presume.

How shall we handle this?

Like Livingstone and Stanley?

It's... It's a bigger moment
than that.

-Oh. Oh! Oh.
-[Chuckles] Yes.

Um, girls,
I want you to meet your uncle.

-We don't have an uncle.
-What on earth is going on?

Myrtle,
this is my half-brother, Noah.

And suffice to say,
until recently,

neither of us
knew the other existed.

Hi.

Well, it's great
to meet you all.

♪

I didn't want to turn up
empty-handed.

Oh. That's, um...

That's lovely. Uh...

[Clock ticking]

♪

Time starts now, as they say.

Oh, I see.

♪

[Cuckoo clock chirps]
Oh!

[Laughter]

-Cuckoo!
-Wow!

[Camera shutter clicks]

Come on, everyone, let's get
a photo of you all by the clock.

Well, it's a big moment.

Old family, new family.

Family of the future.

-I'm not family.
-Just smile and say cheese.

All right.

[Cuckoo clock chirps]
Cuckoo. [Laughs]

Lovely. Hang on.

We need the happy couple
in the middle.

Come on.

-Am I going to get my share?
-You have your reward.

You're marrying my daughter.

That's not what we agreed, Alan.

It's Sir Alan to you.

♪

Oh, very nice.

[Cuckoo clock chirps]

That's it.
Well done, everyone.

♪

[Screams]

♪

[Paddy barking]

I thought
I was going to build this.

Yeah, you did think that.

And then I decided
it needed doing properly.

As you are well aware,

my grandfather was
a master carpenter.

And as a carpenter,
you make a brilliant detective.

♪

-Oh, Winter.
-Sir.

Oh.
What are you building?

Well, if I do it,
it's going to be an arbor.

And if John does it...

Presumably there's a reason
you're here this early.

♪

-This way, sir.
-Thank you.

Ah, I thought it'd be
this place.

I almost came here last year.

They have an annual
flower festival.

I didn't know you were
into horticulture, Winter.

Well, I'm not,
but this girl I was seeing was.

And when you say you
almost came here?

Well, when she took one look
at my houseplants,

she decided
that I wasn't the one for her.

Apparently, I put
the wrong perennials next

to each other in the same pot.

Small margins, Winter.

How am I supposed to know
that some plants don't get on?

♪

Looks like
more police are arriving.

♪

Do you think
I should go up there?

-And do what?
-I don't actually know.

I mean, how do brothers brother?

♪

Sir.

♪

Where'd you get to last night?

I woke up and you weren't there.

I, uh... I had a nightmare.

I took a walk to calm down.

[Indistinct conversations]

Look, if your brother needs you,
he will tell you.

♪

Hello.

Here's a new one for you.

The poor fellow
was pecked to death.

Pecked?

We didn't realize it was
the murder weapon

until it struck the hour
and stabbed one of my SOCOs.

He's lucky he's tall.
Well, taller than the victim.

Watch this.

Um, better stand back first.

Further.

[Clock ticking]

[Cuckoo clock chirping]

Well, I've seen everything now.

The victim's name
was Brad Furbank, aged 29.

Time of death?

Judging from his lividity
and rigor,

I'd say he'd been dead
at least five hours.

Well, that will put it
about 3:00 this morning.

Who found him?

The lady at the house,
Myrtle Bruce.

She lives here
with her husband, Sir Alan.

Where was the clock hanging?

It was level with that
ghoulish portrait.

The cuckoo stabbed Brad, and he
came tumbling down the stairs.

♪

It seems they were
right all along.

Time is indeed the enemy.

♪

I couldn't believe it.

Brad was just lying
at the foot of the stairs.

What time was this?

Probably about 7:00.

You hadn't heard anything
before that?

Say around 3:00 this morning?

I had a bit too much
to drink last night,

so I was out like a light.

Don't look at me.

I tend to sleep
the sleep of the just.

-Quite.
-Well, tell me about, uh, Brad.

Presumably he lived here
with you?

Oh, goodness, no.

He's been staying
at the Raging Stag.

It's a pub in the village.

Would either of you know

why he came here
in the middle of the night?

♪

I hadn't a clue
what Brad was doing here.

Presumably he was coming
to see you.

He knew I was out last night
with my friends,

carrying on the celebrations.

It was our... It was our
engagement party yesterday.

-It's all right.
-I'm here.

And when did
you get back to Godley Manor?

I didn't.

My friends and I
crashed at Cordelia's flat.

-I'm sorry, I can't believe this.
-I'm sorry.

I just have a few
more questions.

When did you last see Brad?

Yesterday evening

before I left with my friends.

That was around 9:00,
I think.

And did anything untoward
happen before then?

Does the arrival of an uncle
we never knew we had qualify?

The clock was a gift.

From a brother-in-law
I didn't know I had.

-It's a long story.
-I'd still like to hear it.

Well, my father,
Sir Percival Bruce,

sired Noah out of wedlock.

-Noah?
-Noah Conoboy.

Now, I had no idea he existed

until the family solicitor told
me at my father's funeral.

Was this recently?

Uh, it was about six weeks ago.

So I asked Brad
to search for him.

He's very good at the Internet.

Well, was.

So Noah turned up
with the clock.

Yes. He said that he'd made it
especially for the occasion.

Shall I save you some time?

The only reason Noah's here
is to claim his share.

Oh, so you think Sir Alan was
the intended target?

A child of five
could tell you that.

So off you trot and go
and arrest Noah.

He'll be outside,
contaminating our grounds.

What my darling wife means
is that

Noah's arrived with his troupe.

They put on oldy worldy
woodworking festivals.

Very popular, apparently.
Brings people from far and wide.

So we don't need
some limp flower festival

when we can replace it with
something much more popular.

♪

-Did Brad work in the village?
-He could work anywhere.

He was in Bitcoin.
He was doing really well.

Always on his phone
checking the markets.

So he didn't have
an argument with someone

in Godley Buzzard, say.

-Oh, Brad? Never.
-He was really popular.

My sister can vouch for that.

-He was lovely.
-Never seen Frankie as happy.

Thank you.

You know, I-I nearly came to
the flower festival last year.

Would have been a waste of time.

It was rained off.
Worst thunderstorm in decades.

Destroyed all the flower beds.

It was an absolute disaster.

Well, hopefully
it'll be different this year.

-No chance.
-The village have boycotted it.

Our magnanimous father decided
to charge double this year,

which made a lot of people
very angry.

♪

[Indistinct conversations]

We're looking for
a Noah Conoboy.

That would be me.

I saw you earlier,
but you were, um, a bit taller.

Oh. [Laughs] Yeah.

Yeah.
No, I get that a lot.

Sorry. I'm Nessie.
Nessie Copeland.

What's happening
up at the house?

I'm afraid we have reason
to believe that,

uh, Brad Furbank
was murdered last night.

Murdered?

-Are you serious?
-That's awful.

And what can you tell us
about the cuckoo clock?

-It tells the time.
-What else is there to say?

-Did you build it yourself?
-I craft everything myself.

Sorry, why are you asking
about a cuckoo clock?

Its spring had been tightened
to a... a murderous degree.

A sharp piece of metal had been
attached to the cuckoo's beak.

The second it chimed,
it sprang out.

And I'm sure you can
work out the rest.

Everyone saw the clock
yesterday.

There wasn't anything
attached to the beak.

Um, there was a woman
taking photos that'll prove it.

Uh, I think she was called
Kimonie.

Runs the flower shop
in the village.

This has nothing
to do with Noah.

Did either of you
notice anything off

at the engagement party?

I wasn't there.

I was here with
the others setting up.

There's a lot to do.

Alan wants me
to put on a festival.

He couldn't get me
here quick enough.

Did you know
your father owned all of this?

I was born in the village.

It wasn't long
before my mother upped sticks.

But she often told me
about this place.

Is that your way of saying
that you did know?

When you put it like that,
I guess it is.

♪

Well, sir, Noah could have
been trying to kill Sir Alan,

because there's obviously
something to gain.

I can see it now.
He sneaks back up to the house,

rigs the clock, and then
potentially inherits the lot.

But how would he know Sir Alan
was going to get so close to it

and at the exact time?

[Cellphone rings]
Fleur.

-It's called a dibbler.
-Say that again?

Gardeners use it
to make holes in the ground.

-Thanks as ever, Fleur.
-I'm still talking.

The so-called emeralds
in its eyes are paste

and the beak is gold plate.

May look $1 million, but it's
worth less than a real cuckoo.

[Cellphone beeps]

Well, the piece of metal
attached to the beak

is called a dibbler.

And what's a dibbler
when it's at home?

If you'd bothered looking after
your houseplants, Winter,

you would know that a dibbler is
a tool that gardeners use.

And now murderers, apparently.

♪

Sorry, mate,
we don't need the extra kegs.

Blame the village for boycotting
the flower festival.

I'm not going to shift
a tenth of what I normally do

this time of year.

Sorry, pal.

♪

Mr. Solanki.

♪

Were you aware that
Brad had gone up to Godley Manor

in the early hours
of this morning?

Did he? I didn't know.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Last night,
just before I locked up.

Did you notice anything unusual
at the engagement party?

Not really, no.

Not unless you count
that moment with Kimonie.

-Kimonie?
-Kimonie Bullitt.

Brad told her not to do
the flowers for the wedding

and she seemed quite annoyed,
but not murderously so.

And did you see the clock
being hung on the wall?

-Everyone saw it.
-It was a work of art.

Wish I had skills like that.

I can barely put up a shelf.

Should have listened to my
mother and done a course or...

Thank you, Mr. Solanki.

My team will obviously
need access to Brad's room.

-Why?
-He wasn't killed here.

We need to go through
Brad's things.

And we're still to locate
his phone, for one thing.

I see.

-Problem?
-No, no, not at all.

♪

[Police radio chatter]

There must have been
a sale on at the mirror shop.

Well, we've got a charger,

but still no sign of a phone.

Sounds to me like someone
doesn't want it to be found.

♪

-Dr. Perkins.
-Hay fever.

I know the feeling.

Within five yards
of a mustard plant.

♪

Diamond.

-Look real this time.
-That's probably Frankie's.

Brad liked to splash out on her.

Please remove yourself,
Mr. Solanki.

I've never seen anything
like this.

Well, not for real. There's...

My mum wanted me to do
a course in forensics.

♪

Will you be done soon?

I'm afraid you're asking
the wrong person, Mr. Solanki.

Fleur.

♪

We're done.

For now.

♪

[Radar gun beeps]

[Brakes squeak]

♪

What are you doing?

Kimonie, it's me.

Being you doesn't
exonerate you, Sylvia.

Brad's just been murdered,
for goodness sake.

Surely you can be a bit lenient.
I'm in shock.

Then you shouldn't be
out driving in the first place.

This isn't just
a speeding offense.

It's a whole lot more than that.

And you know it.

[Sighs]

Is this you for the rest
of your life now?

Punishing drivers day and night?

♪

I'm closed for the day.

Kimonie Bullitt, I take it.

♪

The boycott
of the flower festival

can't be helping business.

The village are furious
with Sir Alan.

He tried to turn
a quaint tradition

into a corporate cash grab.

I heard he doubled
the entrance fee.

Almost tripled it

if you include
having to pay for parking.

Oh, which reminds me,

I need to make a note
of Sylvia's speeding offense.

I send them in every Monday
first thing.

Noah Conoboy said you took
some photos

that included the cuckoo clock.

Uh...

[Computer chimes]

Ah.

I'll need you to e-mail that
to me.

-Oh.
-Of course.

Usually this time of year,

there's a queue all the way
from the green to get in here.

You can't have been
happy with Sir Alan.

That's an understatement.

Yet still, you went to
the engagement party.

Myrtle and I
have been friends for decades.

I could hardly let her down
on Frankie's big day.

♪

Have you sold any
of these lately?

Who needs a dibbler
when there's no flower festival?

Thanks to Sir Alan, I couldn't
give them away right now.

♪

I know a very good jeweler
if you want to sell that ring.

How could you be so thoughtless?

There's no need to bite
my head off.

We're all trying
to process what happened.

It's not just you, Frankie.
It's a big loss for us as well.

This is my pain, not yours.

Don't you dare try
and hijack it.

Look, why don't we try
to concentrate on the positives?

We've got this wonderful
festival of wood thanks to Noah.

And we'll have tons
of people streaming in.

And that's mainly down to Brad,
God rest his soul.

My word, these people.

No one's going to pay
to see a freak show.

Au contraire, my dear.

It will be the height
of popularity.

We were in the middle
of talking.

I'm sorry, dear,
I thought you'd said your piece.

Why did it have to be Brad

that got killed
and not one of you?

♪

Hello.

-Oh, hello again.
-How can I help?

-I do flowers for all occasions.
-A good thing too,

now we've got
a funeral coming up.

-Oh, God. I didn't think.
-Don't worry, I'm teasing.

I'm not here about flowers.

A little birdie told me you're
the head of the village council.

Well, someone's got to
keep this place in order.

Perfect.

Because I need to know about
the grounds at Godley Manor.

Only we were due
to put on a festival of wood

at Badger's Drift
a few weeks back,

but the village
voted against it,

even though we were holding
our event on private land.

Well, there are a few
archaic laws floating around.

Alan got me here so quickly
I did have a chance to check.

You're... You're putting on
a festival at the manor?

He said it was to replace
a flower day or something.

I see.

He thinks he could become a
permanent thing if it goes well,

which it always does.

-Noah.
-Sweetheart.

Can we get back now?

Yes, yes.

Be an angel
and find out about those bylaws.

Sure.

♪

Call me back when you get this.

I'm not 100%, but you will not
believe who I just saw.

♪

I'm getting bad vibes
about this place.

I think we should pack up
and go.

And leave my brother
at his lowest ebb?

You know why you're really here.

He's using you.

His flower festival
isn't happening

and he needed something
to take its place.

I wasn't born yesterday, Ness.

And you're happy to be used?

Credit me with some brains.

I want something
out of this as well.

Look around.

I'm owed half of this.

Noah, you promised me.

You said it would be
two or three days at the most.

That was before we got here.

Well, I'm not staying here
a second longer than I have to.

What's got into you?

As someone
who grew up around here,

I thought he'd enjoy being back.

I hate it here.

What? Why would you say that?

After this weekend,

we are leaving
and we are never coming back.

I mean it, Noah.

♪

Call me back when you get this.

I'm not 100%, but you will not
believe who I just saw.

♪

Kimonie,
I just got your message.

♪

Oh, my God.

Are you sure it's her?

I can't, I just can't.

Not while there's breath
in my body.

♪

[Hammering]

You're not working today?

Ah, blame Winter
for running late.

Did you know he got dumped
last year

because he planted
some flowers the wrong way?

It's the little things
in life, John.

You've got to get them
just right.

But don't worry.
You're getting there.

So what do you think so far?
Would Granddad approve?

Well, if you don't mind me
saying, it looks a bit lopsided.

Very funny.

♪

Oh, I see where
you've been going wrong here.

Look, you've had this
upside-down.

You tear that
and you're in big trouble.

[Laughs]

[Hammering]
[Paddy barks]

Oh, Paddy! Paddy! Oh, Paddy.

Ow!

-It's all right.
-I can dry it off.

[Grunts]

Look, I will finish that off
as soon as I get a moment.

Did I mention carpentry
is in my genes?

I'll just grab
the first aid box.

♪

Tell me what's wrong
with this picture, Winter.

The cuckoo is the only one
that's smiling.

Mm-hmm.

Look at the clock.

It's not level with the top
of the painting.

Fleur said it was level
with Sir Alan's portrait,

but here it's at least
four inches lower.

So someone moved it.

But look who is level
with the portrait.

-Brad.
-Which most likely means

he was
the intended target after all.

Well, talking of Brad, sir,
here's a strange one.

Tech managed
to get into his laptop,

but as far as they could tell,

he wasn't doing anything
in Bitcoin.

The truth is, he barely had
a penny to his name.

Then how did he pay for
Frankie's engagement ring?

Well, there's no sign of it

in his accounts
or credit card statements.

Also, we heard back
from his mobile phone provider,

and they confirmed
that his phone was switched off

at the time of the murder.

Presumably they sent
over a record

of his recent calls and texts.

Yeah. Nothing unusual
or out of the ordinary.

Thanks.

-Here you go.
-Also, sir, there is this.

This was found under Brad's bed
at the pub.

Now, I presume
that it belongs to Frankie,

but I think it's worth checking.

Hmm.

Did anything come back
on Kimonie Bullitt?

Uh, yes. I found out that
her husband was killed

in a hit-and-run a year ago,
and the driver was never traced.

Well, that explains
the speed gun

and her devotion
to catching errant drivers.

Intriguingly, the hit-and-run
happened on the same day

that the flower festival
was rained off.

♪

And almost exactly
a year to the day,

Brad Furbank is pecked to death,
as Fleur so eloquently put it.

If he didn't know that
the emeralds and gold were fake,

imagine what seeing them
might mean to him.

Someone who's not only penniless
but also a proven liar.

You mean he went there
to steal it?

Why else would he be there
at 3:00 in the morning?

So someone booby-trapped the
bird and then rehung the clock,

knowing that he would
come for it?

That's exactly what they did,
Winter.

♪

I'll speak to Frankie

while you talk to her sister
Sylvia.

I want to find out what they did
or didn't know about Brad.

And while you're at it,
I need a book.

♪

-A book?
-On, um, woodwork.

♪

♪ My sweetheart, come along ♪

♪ Don't you hear the fun song? ♪

♪ The sweet note
of the nightingale flow ♪

♪ Don't you hear the fond tale
of the sweet nightingale ♪

♪ As she sings
in those valleys below ♪

[Clapping]

-Oh, sorry.
-We don't open until tomorrow.

I'm not a visitor.

All the same.

I'm Frankie.

Oh, I mean Francesca Bruce.

Myrtle and Alan's daughter.

Oh, I'm so sorry about
what happened to your fiancé.

-Oh.
-Thank you.

That actually means more
than you realize.

-I'm Nessie, Noah's partner.
-Were you looking for him?

-No.
-I just needed to go on a wander.

♪

How long will you be here for?

Oh, hopefully
just for the weekend.

If I can convince Noah.

He wants to stay longer?

He thinks he can make
a permanent home here.

Has he told my father that?

Doesn't matter if he has.

I'm going to convince
him to up sticks.

Couldn't take me with you,
could you?

That was a joke.
Well, sort of.

Frankie, if you want to
get away, then do it.

I did the same myself years ago.

Left Godley Buzzard
and never looked back.

And now you're
the singing stilts lady.

And I can see
for miles and miles,

to the horizon and beyond.

I'd love to try that one day.

♪

Please?

♪

Let's see if you've got
a head for heights.

♪

-Wow. You're right.
-You can see everything.

♪

Frankie, do you have a moment?

♪

Do me a very large favor,
Sylvia.

-Slap these up everywhere.
-I'm working.

Yes, but you also
have a civil duty

to assist any knight
of the realm

whenever he should so request.

For God's sake,
Dad, you're not a sir.

Granddad was the sir.
You don't inherit that title.

You have to have it bestowed.

Yes, well, I was
a DIY bestowment.

Nearly chopped my bloody ear
off, actually.

Ah.
Have you found the culprit?

The investigation is
still ongoing.

Well, chop chop,

because the wonderful
Noah's Bark is opening

tomorrow morning,
10:00 a.m. sharp.

More questions?

-Yes.
-Do you mind if I step inside?

Miss Bruce,

can you start by telling me
what you really thought of Brad?

Haven't I already
made that clear?

-I liked him a lot.
-Presumably you didn't know

that he was a con man
and a thief.

I'm sorry. He was what?

We found an antihistamine
in Brad's room at the pub.

It's for hay fever.

So what on earth was he doing
showing up at a flower festival?

And that makes him a thief?

Well, there's a good chance
that he was casing the house

with the intention
of robbing it later.

It's a well-known ploy.

Stately homes
throw open their doors,

but they never truly know
who they're inviting inside.

Brad did nothing of the sort.

All he did was meet my sister
and fall madly in love.

Or he realized
that there was more

to gain from seducing Frankie
and marrying into the family.

-Please stop.
-This is awful.

♪

I've never seen it before.

Where did you find it?

It was in Brad's room
at the pub.

♪

This earring,
it doesn't mean he was...

No, Brad wouldn't do that to me.

♪

How did you meet?

♪

It was on the eve of last year's

War of the Roses Festival.

We had a private preview.

We ended up talking, so I
took him on a tour of the house.

He asked to see inside?

He seemed really keen.

I got the impression
he liked me.

How much did you know
about his Bitcoin business?

Only what he told me.

But it was doing great.

I'm afraid he was
lying to you, Frankie.

He didn't have a penny
to his name.

-Of course he did.
-Have you seen this ring?

Why would you say that?

He was overdrawn
and owed money everywhere.

No. He was always
splashing out on me.

You need to get
your facts straight.

♪

Please don't let this be true.

It's been hard enough

trying to convince my parents
I'm worthy of their love.

And now this.

♪

Is that all you wanted?

Only my father's given me
a job to do.

Were you around when
Kimonie's husband was killed

in the hit-and-run?

What's that got to do with
what happened to Brad?

Well, we're aware that
he showed up at Godley Manor

the same day that it happened.

I remember spotting him
with Frankie

and wondering who he was,

but I didn't give it
another thought.

Not till she introduced him
a few weeks later.

I need to get on.

Oh, and I need a book.

On woodwork.

♪

Do you have children,
Chief Inspector?

♪

A daughter.

And you love her, right?

You love her with every fiber
of your being.

Well, can you imagine what it's
like when the opposite is true?

Can you imagine what that
would be like for your daughter?

♪

I can't see myself being
anything other

than in awe of her.

♪

That's because you
didn't bring her into this world

for all the wrong reasons.

♪

I had a brother,
Chief Inspector... Francis.

Well, what I mean
when I say I had a brother

is he died when he was
just over a year old,

and I was conceived
shortly afterwards.

But solely in the hope

that my parents could
somehow re-create him.

♪

Myrtle, it was so long ago.

I was probably seeing things.

♪

Don't backtrack now.

Something made you think
you saw Aggie Marlowe.

Now, what was it?

It was the way
she wouldn't look at me.

Like she didn't want to
be recognized.

Perhaps you could have
her arrested this time around.

Oh, what are you talking about?

The police said Francis's death
was due to natural causes.

There's no arrest
happening here.

No. Sometimes you have to take
things into your own hands.

♪

You don't mean that, do you?

♪

Myrtle?

You're scaring me.

♪

Apparently, my parents were out

at an afternoon do
with my grandfather.

And when my mother came back,

she found Francis
dead on the floor.

-He'd fallen out of his cot.
-They'd left him on his own.

No, they had a babysitter,

Aggie Marlowe,
but she vanished into thin air.

Sylvia said it broke
my parents in half

until one of them
had the desperately sad idea

of making another Francis.

Hence my name.

So they went ahead.

And sadly for them, I emerged.

And that is when they realized

that they couldn't
get Francis back.

But worse,

because they were saddled
with someone every day

who reminds them
that I'm not their precious son.

♪

[Voice breaking] Sorry.

♪

Best I could do, sir.

-Is it for Mrs. B?
-Mm. Thank you, Winter.

Yes, Sarah's struggling a bit
with the arbor.

She even managed to,
um, injure her thumb.

But I'm sure she'll be glad
of this.

So, did Frankie recognize
the earring?

In a word, no.

Oh, well, that puts the cat
among the pigeons.

Brad must have been
seeing someone else.

[Telephone rings]

D.S. Winter.

Okay.

Yeah, thanks.

Sir, we've had an anonymous call
from a withheld number.

A woman saying
that she's very worried

about an Aggie Marlowe being
back in Godley Buzzard.

We don't know an Aggie Marlowe,
do we?

I think we do, Winter.

Aggie is short for Agnes,

which can also be shortened
to Nessie.

Perhaps you should go
and have a chat with her.

♪

[Baby laughing]

♪

-Who the hell are you?
-What are you doing in here?

You don't remember?

♪

You couldn't keep your hands
off me the last time we met.

Aggie?

This is Francis's room.

How dare you?

I was looking all over
for you and Myrtle.

And then I saw Francis's name
on the door.

I couldn't help myself.

If Myrtle were here,

God knows what she would do
to you.

She's who I came here to see.

♪

I'm going to tell her
what really happened that day.

Noah is dead set
on staying here.

And the only way
I get to stay here with him is

if Myrtle and everyone else
knows you are the reason

why Francis died.

As if anyone's
going to believe you.

And you know what
the best thing is?

You brought Noah back here.

Which means you brought
me back here, too.

Everything comes home
to roost eventually.

-That's enough!
-I'm not having this!

Oh! [Groans]

♪

♪

Ah.

You've joined a library.

Oh, Winter borrowed it.

He said he thought
you might need it.

That's so nice of him.

I thought we could
look through it together.

Oh,
why would we need to do that?

When you've got the blood
of a master carpenter

running through you?

You don't need this.

Not when it comes
so naturally to you.

♪

Try not to get any splinters.

♪

[Cellphone rings]

Winter. Impeccable timing.

Have you found Nessie?
What does she say?

♪

I'll be right there.

♪

-A little bird tells me...
-not a cuckoo this time...

you were looking
for Agnes Marlowe.

The good news is you found her.

But the bad news is
someone else found her first.

Talk us through it, Fleur.

Judging from the angle
of the attack,

I'd say she was approached
from behind.

And the billhook did the rest.

-The what?
-Billhook, Winter.

It's a highly versatile
cutting tool.

My grandfather had one.

Same sort of tool
you might find in Noah's Bark?

You look 10% more handsome

when you say something
intelligent.

I'll have to set you
brainteasers...

up the percentage.

Time of death, Fleur?

I'd put it somewhere
yesterday evening.

And the killer just left
the weapon lying around?

It was stuffed behind
that fallen log over there.

Let's start with Noah.

Before you lope off,

she was carrying this.

But I wouldn't get too excited.

I don't think he's the killer.

♪

What the hell?

They're not letting
the public in.

Well, what did you expect?

Aggie Marlowe was murdered
last night.

Yes, that person was a blight
on our family.

[Chuckles] Yes.

And of course, we know
who brought her here, don't we?

Noah couldn't have possibly
known who she was.

-How do we know that?
-I don't trust a thing about him.

Ever since he arrived,
terrible things have happened.

Is it really that terrible
that Aggie's dead?

You know full well what I mean.

I want him gone, Alan.

♪

Nessie and I were together
for years.

♪

I saw her at a folk festival.

♪

She was the most beautiful girl
I'd ever set eyes on.

We started chatting

and realized we'd both lived
in Godley Buzzard once.

♪

From that point on,
we never left each other's side.

Ended up creating all this.

Did you know that Nessie
had changed her name from Aggie?

Aggie? No.

She was always Nessie to me.

She never mentioned that she
used to babysit for the Bruces?

♪

She never said a word.

How did she react
after Brad found you?

♪

To be honest,
she didn't want me to come here.

When we pitched up,
she got pretty nervy.

Even had a nightmare
the first night we stayed here.

Had to get up
and go for a wander.

Now, she said she never
went up to the house.

But did she encounter
any of the Bruces

other than Frankie?

Not that I know of.

Can you tell us where you were
yesterday evening, Mr. Conoboy?

♪

Don't even go there.

Nessie was the love of my life.

♪

Mr. Conoboy.

♪

I was at the pub with Angel.

We just finished setting up
and deserved a pint or two.

Did you say Angel?

The ax man.

He looks ferocious,
but underneath he's a kitten.

We believe
that a tool from your troupe

was used in the attack
on Nessie.

A, um... A billhook.

Is there one missing?

I'd have to ask around.

But anyone could come in
and take anything.

It's not like
we lock anything away.

♪

Saj, what are you doing?

Waiting for you to join me.

Here.

[Sighs]

I don't understand.

I want to make a toast to Brad.

He lived here for a year.

And I'm gonna miss him.

Saj, you may as well know

the police are saying
he was a con man.

No way. A con man?

Did you know
or ever get a sense of it?

Like you said,
he was here a whole year.

Me? No. Poor Frankie.

You sure you didn't know?

You sure you didn't?

What does that mean?

I don't know.

I always thought you had
a bit of a thing for him.

-A thing? What thing?
-Why would you say that?

Well, you're always
so keen on him.

Always bigging him up.

-Says his number-one fan.
-[Scoffs]

-That wasn't me. No way.
-You fawned all over him.

In fact, you changed personality
whenever he was around.

Aye, well,
maybe it's a good thing

he's not around anymore, eh?

♪

[Sighs]

Look at this.

This is crazy.

None of this matters now.
He's gone.

♪

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to say
any of that.

Same.

Normal service has resumed?

♪

Let's make a different toast, hmm?

Hmm?

Out with the bad and all that.

Unh-unh.

Out with the Brad, more like.
[Laughs]

♪

What was Nessie doing
out here on her own?

-Maybe she was meeting someone.
-What, with a teddy bear?

I'll get tech to check out
her phone calls and texts.

Also have them chase up
the anonymous tip

about Aggie Marlowe
being back in the village.

She was killed
almost immediately afterwards.

So whoever called us
was clearly worried.

You think one of the Bruces
found out she was back?

I'll go and see.

♪

This is the last place
I saw Francis alive.

I gave him a cuddle
before Alan and I

took Sir Percival to a party.

♪

I'll never forgive myself
for leaving him.

♪

And when you returned home?

Uh, I stayed longer
than planned.

That was Kimonie's fault.
She can chat for England.

Alan had wandered off
ages before.

When I got back,

there was no sign of Aggie
anywhere.

♪

And then I found Francis lying
right there, not moving.

♪

Lady Myrtle, did you know
that Aggie Marlowe was living

-on your grounds with Noah?
-Of course I didn't.

You never met or saw her?

I just said
I didn't know she was back.

And trust me, if I had,

Aggie would have been dead
a lot sooner.

♪

I want that woman's body
off our land.

You know what she did
to Myrtle and I.

Where were you last night?

Are you listening to me,
Barnaby?

It's Detective Chief
Inspector Barnaby.

I was in my bed
getting my beauty sleep

in preparation
for the grand opening,

which actually won't be
remotely grand now,

thanks to Aggie Marlowe.

Were you aware that
she was part of Noah's Bark?

What on earth
are you talking about?

Well, it turns out
she was Noah's partner.

Had been for years.

My God, you couldn't make it up.

Brad didn't happen
to find that out

when he was searching for Noah?

Would I have invited him here
if he had?

Well, if you wanted
revenge for Francis, then yes.

That's exactly what
you would have done.

Look, I invited Noah here
simply to raise some cash.

My father didn't exactly leave
a pot of gold in his will,

and these stately homes
cost a fortune to maintain.

On the outside, it looks
like we've won the lottery.

On the inside,
we can barely afford a ticket.

Well, there's still the house
and grounds, though.

And surely you knew
that finding Noah could result

in you having to hand over half
of everything you'd inherited.

-You've met him.
-He's a hippie.

They don't belong
in houses like this.

Anyway,
he'll drift away soon enough.

Did Brad know you were
struggling financially?

I admit I was a little
too keen to get Noah here.

And someone like Brad
might have noted that.

"Someone like Brad"?

He was a parasite.

I didn't realize at first,

but he was a tapeworm
eating his way into our family.

♪

Sir.

I called Saj Solanki,

and he said
that he remembers seeing Noah

and the ax man in the pub.

It seems the Bruces both
had a strong motive

for killing Nessie,

and Sir Alan had an inkling
that Brad wasn't the person

he claimed to be.

And talking of Brad,
we know that he was desperate

for money to keep up
his lies and lifestyle,

so all it would take is for
his killer to know that as well.

What about the person
the diamond earring belongs to?

It could be some kind of
love rat thing.

Elegantly put, Winter.

Or Frankie found out
that Brad was cheating on her

and killed him in a fit
of jealousy.

I'm sure that's possible
in your love rat world.

She was also the only member
of the Bruce family

that we know for certain
met Nessie.

Ah, and you were doing so well,
Winter.

But Frankie hadn't been born

when Nessie was babysitting
for the Bruces.

It's doubtful she'd know her
on sight.

Now, here's a question for you.

How does a penniless man
rent a room in a pub

for an entire year?

♪

Kimonie won't report you
for speeding.

There are mitigating
circumstances,

just like you told her.

You know what she's like.

She takes her misery out
on anyone she can find.

I can't have points
on my license.

I could lose my job.

Well, come up work here then.

You'd probably earn more.

If this world of woodenness
takes off,

this place will be packed.

-It's not the money.
-I happen to love that job.

Ah, Mr. Solanki, a word,
if you don't mind.

I thought you were
all done here.

How did Brad pay for
his room and board?

-Like anyone else.
-He was penniless, Mr. Solanki.

We can just go through
your books.

Right, well, uh,
the thing is, uh,

hindsight's a great thing,
right,

but, um, I kind of let
Brad run up a tab.

For an entire year?

-He was a nice guy.
-I totally trusted him.

Tell him, Sylvia.

You were always urging Frankie
to marry him.

I took your lead on that.

While we have you,
we found this in Brad's room.

Have you seen that before?

No. Sorry.

Brad ever have anyone other
than Frankie back to his room?

-Not that I ever saw.
-Fleur?

♪

Believe it or not,
we're at the pub right now.

♪

We're going to need access
to Brad's room again.

♪

You'll be fine. Don't worry.

♪

Oh, Noah, I'm so sorry.

I just heard about Aggie.

Aggie?

-I meant Nessie.
-You must be devastated.

♪

That answers everything.

She called herself Nessie,
yet you just called her Aggie.

♪

I know you're big pals
with Myrtle,

my charming sister-in-law.

Did you do the family a favor

and tell them
who Nessie really was?

I think you should leave.

I think I should go to
the police, don't you?

What is it called?
Accessory to murder.

-Well, go on then.
-I've done nothing wrong.

I'll tell them
you clearly recognized her.

And they'll realize you're the
only one who knew who she was.

♪

-Why are you here?
-What do you want from me?

That's better.

I know I've got permission
to put on my festival,

but what if I wanted to set up
home there permanently

with all my people?

That's something else entirely.

You're the head of the council.

I'm sure you could
make it happen.

They already hate Sir Alan.

I doubt they'd be too fond
of you for riding to his rescue.

We're talking about my home.

A home I've been denied
for far too long.

So make it happen.

♪

What if I can't?

♪

This is my birthright.

I'm not going to let anyone
stand in the way of that.

♪

[Door opens, closes]

♪

What... What are you doing?

♪

-What's that for?
-Care to explain, Mr. Solanki?

No idea.

It was already there when
I started running the place.

Shall I keep going?

Where is this leading, Fleur?

I worked on a similar case once.

There were mirrors all over
the walls in that place as well.

Clearly, the idea took off.

When I first encountered
this sort of thing,

my boss told me to touch
mirrors with my fingernail,

and my fingernail touched
its reflection.

What else would it touch?

Index finger, please, Winter.

♪

I promise not to bite.

If it were a normal mirror,

your fingernail and
its reflection would never meet.

There'll always be a gap
like so.

But with a two-way mirror...

♪

...finger touches finger.

♪

And they're in every room,
aren't they, Mr. Solanki?

♪

It's for security purposes.

Try again, Mr. Solanki.

♪

Look,
a lot of people book into hotels

and not just to sleep.

They meet up with lovers.
Some of them do secret deals.

I've heard them on the phone
lying about their whereabouts.

The list goes on.

I mean, half the people that
come in here are up to no good.

So you thought you would
make some money out of it?

When did Brad find out
you were doing this?

First night he stayed.

He accidentally knocked over
the mirror onto the floor,

and he saw the camera behind it.

But he didn't report you.

He told me
to lose the cameras in his room,

but keep the rest
in the other rooms.

He wanted in on it.

In fact, he took over.

Made me blackmail everyone
that I could.

And for the last year,

he's lived here rent-free
in exchange for his silence.

He's bled me dry
in every way you can imagine.

Including forcing you to buy
Frankie's engagement ring.

Well, how do you know that?

We didn't until now.

We'll need to look into
Mr. Solanki's finances.

Am I going to prison for this?

At the moment,

I'm more interested
in who Brad was seeing

behind Frankie's back.

Well, he wasn't seeing anyone.

You're in enough trouble
as it is, Mr. Solanki.

[Sighs]

I couldn't say anything before
because then you'd come back

and ask for proof,
and then you'd...

Find out what you've been doing.

She used to come in
the back way.

Obviously didn't know
I had a hidden camera outside,

but it was...

-Sylvia Bruce.
-Sylvia? No.

It was her mum. Myrtle.

♪

Look at these idiots, sir.

♪

[Radar gun beeps]

♪

She can't give me a ticket.

This is official
police business.

So is this.

Just so you know,
you can pass on my information,

but it'll be up to the police if
they decide to prosecute or not.

-And, well, I am the police.
-[Scoffs]

Well, we'll find out on Monday
when I send in my data

whether that helps or not.

Mm.

♪

When will you
ever learn, Cordelia?

It's not 30 miles an hour
through the village.

And don't think you can get away
with this at night, either.

I'm on guard 24/7.

Sorry, Kimonie.

-I'll go halves on the fine.
-Okay.

♪

Someone needs to take
that speed gun off her.

Drive on, Winter, slowly.

♪

Would you like to know
where we found this?

You should know
that Brad never loved Frankie.

I mean, how could he?
She's quite unlovable.

Alan and I tried for years.

When did you and Brad
start seeing each other?

Months ago.

I rather felt for him, all that
pretending he had to do.

So the affair was
still going on,

even at the engagement party.

Did Sir Alan know?

It doesn't matter
if he did or he didn't.

He disappeared
the night Francis died.

There's more life
in his portrait.

When did you last see Brad?

When he was lying dead
in our hallway.

-Lady Myrtle.
-At the engagement party.

And you were never worried

that Saj would see you
at the pub and tell Frankie?

I didn't go there often,

and Brad seemed
to have some hold over Saj.

He said he wouldn't say a word

if he knew what was good
for him.

Sadly for you, he can say
whatever he wants now.

-What are you talking about?
-Saj has CCTV footage

of you two arguing outside his
pub the day before Brad died.

What was the argument about?

He'd found out that Alan and I
aren't exactly wealthy.

He was furious.
He said I'd been leading him on.

Did he break up with you?

-He threatened to.
-How did you feel about that?

How do you think?

Did you get the dibbler
from Kimonie's shop?

Call in to see her
and slip one into your pocket?

I wouldn't know a dibbler
from a punch on the nose.

And then you rigged the clock?

Oh, this is ridiculous.

Murder very often is,
Lady Myrtle.

♪

You're not going to bring
Lady Myrtle in, sir?

Sir Alan has already
given her an alibi

for the night Brad was killed.

We need something concrete.

[Telephone rings]

D.S. Winter.

Oh, okay. That was quick.
Thanks.

Sir, tech have managed
to trace the anonymous call

regarding Aggie Marlowe.

It was from Kimonie Bullitt.

-Oh, of course it was.
-We already know she likes

to share her findings
with the police.

Pop over to her shop and find
out if she told anyone else.

She was obviously worried
about what might happen.

♪

[Panting]

♪

Hello?

♪

You could have picked
somewhere more accessible.

I never liked that hill.

♪

[Footsteps approach]

There you are.
Let me just catch my breath.

[Gasping]

[Birds calling]

[Choking]

♪

♪

How's your thumb?

Throbbing.

♪

Do you really think
you can put that arbor together?

Only I don't want it
suddenly collapsing

on Betty or her friends.

Or on me, for that matter.

That arbor will
still be standing

a hundred years from now.

A monument to the inherited
skills of a master craftsman.

Right.

♪

[Cellphone rings]

♪

Winter.

♪

What's that around her mouth?

Fleur thinks it's some kind of
industrial wood glue.

Super strong.

I'm afraid her lips are sealed,

so I'll have to talk for her.

It looks like someone
stuck her to the chair.

And then, if I'm right,

they force fed her with whatever
was left in the glue gun.

That's also covered in glue.

Whoever it was tried
to make it cozy and inviting.

If only.

Any idea
where the chairs came from?

Judging from the finish,
I'd say a craftsman made that.

♪

Would you like a ticket?

♪

Oof.

♪

I'm afraid Kimonie Bullitt
was killed sometime last night.

My God.

I was wondering
what had happened.

Were you at the house?

No. I stayed here last night.

Noah's a bit lost right now,

obviously, so I thought
I could be there for him.

You didn't see or hear anything?

No.

Sorry. This is awful.

I've known Kimonie
my whole life.

♪

Excuse me.

♪

Wood is so much more
than we think it is.

It has sheltered us, defended
us, given up its body to us.

♪

Nessie came up with that.

All of this was her idea.

Show people how much they can
learn and benefit from nature.

And turn it into furniture,
namely a pair of chairs.

If you're looking
to pin this on me,

anyone could have
come in here...

You really should try locking
things away, Mr. Conoboy.

Someone needs to go
and tell the crowds

we won't be opening
anytime soon.

They'll have to come back
next year.

You're planning on returning?

I'm not actually
planning on leaving.

I was born here.

Nessie was born here.

I belong here.

♪

-Hey, sir. Yeah.
-I'm in Kimonie's shop.

Someone's been in here

and looks like they've
smashed up her laptop.

♪

Yeah.

♪

Is there anyone Kimonie might
have upset recently?

If there was,
she didn't tell me.

We know she left
an anonymous tip-off

about Aggie Marlowe
being back in Godley Buzzard.

Did she happen
to tell you as well?

As I've already said,

that wouldn't have gone well
for Aggie.

Is that why Kimonie decided
to contact us?

You met her.

She spent half her life
contacting the police.

Talking of which, did she
ever mention the hit-and-run?

-Only to the point of boredom.
-More recently, I mean, as in,

had she found out
who killed her husband?

No, she'd have said.

In fact, she'd have screamed it
from the rooftops.

We know that Brad checked
into Saj's pub

on the same night that Kimonie's
husband was killed.

Before you fall down
that rabbit hole,

Brad got a puncture
up at the house

and walked down to the village.

He couldn't have
run anyone over,

let alone Kimonie's husband.

Mm.

I don't suppose
I could have Francis's Teddy.

Only Kimonie
bought that for him.

It feels so wrong
that Aggie took it.

♪

How did you know about
the teddy bear?

We deliberately withheld
that information.

Alan told me.

You must have let it slip,
Chief Inspector.

♪

[Cellphone rings]

Charles,
how good of you to call.

Now, I may need you to sue
the police for loss of earnings.

Yes, that's right, the police.

I'll send you an e-mail
with all the details.

Speak soon.

Well, that should shrink
your annual budget.

How did you know about
Aggie Marlowe

taking Francis's teddy bear?

You told your wife, remember?

Well, I probably picked it up
off of one of you lot.

Aggie must have gone up
to Francis's room.

I think you saw her.

Absolute balderdash.

-Why would she go up there?
-I didn't know she had.

It seems a strange place
to return to,

considering the circumstances.

Or was she coming
to see you and Lady Myrtle?

I very much doubt it.

She'd been avoiding being seen,

yet she felt confident
enough to come to the house,

the place where she'd
apparently left a child to die.

I'm afraid I can't answer
for her actions.

I happen to think you can.

What really happened
on the day your son died?

I'd really rather not
go back there.

It's still exceedingly raw,
even after all these years.

♪

I know that you
and your wife went to a party

with your father.

She said
that she came back alone.

Which implies that either
you were still at the party

or you'd already left.

I stayed till the bitter end.

Then you would have seen
both Lady Myrtle and Kimonie

because they stayed late
as well.

♪

You've spent a long time
living with this, Sir Alan.

♪

She was
extremely attractive back then,

and I was only a little older
than her.

In your eyes, perhaps.

And I'd been drinking.

And, you know,
sometimes on those odd occasions

when you have a romantic thought

and then that thought
becomes a possibility,

and then before you know
where you are,

it's a cast-iron certainty.

And I was Sir Percival's son.

How could she not be impressed?

But Aggie wasn't impressed,
was she?

Well, she tried to be polite,

and I went along with it
at first,

but then I said
we hadn't got much time,

and perhaps we should
move things forward.

Well, she was appalled.

Said she wanted to go
and check on Francis.

He was crying,
and, uh, I-I stopped her.

I didn't let her see him.

For how long?

Well, I thought I heard
a thump or a thud or something,

but I-I just ignored it because
I had other things on my mind,

and Aggie heard it too
and told me to open the door.

She said it over and over again

and when I refused,
she slapped me.

And then she dodged by me.

And her first thought was to go
and check on Francis.

And that's
when I heard her scream.

And by the time you got there...

Well, to my eternal shame,
I blamed her.

I said it was all her fault

and that I would see her
locked up for life.

So she ran,

knowing that no one would
believe her word against yours.

The son of Sir Percival Bruce.

She came to see me
a few nights ago.

She told me she was
going to tell Myrtle the truth.

Well, everybody, in fact.

Why now, after all this time?

Well, Noah wants to set up

permanent residence
on the grounds.

But I didn't kill her, I swear.

I didn't even try
to get that damn teddy back.

I just stood there frozen
in this pathetic excuse

that I call my life.

♪

[Cellphone rings]

Winter.

Sir, I looked into Saj's
financials like you said.

And the odd thing was that
Sylvia paid for Brad's room

the night he turned up
in Godley Buzzard.

But she said that
she didn't meet him that day.

I think we'd better talk to her.

Also, Fleur's tech team
found a smudge of blue ink

on Kimonie's laptop.

It was only tiny,
but she's going to run it.

-Tell her there's no need.
-I already have, sir,

because it's probably
from the stamp

that Sylvia uses in her library.

Are you one jump ahead of
me, Winter?

There is a first time
for everything, sir.

You should get a bonus for
all the things you've taught me.

Did tech have any luck with
Kimonie's laptop?

They managed to retrieve
most of the data,

but it was just the speeding
reports that she'd been filing.

-Can I see?
-Mm.

♪

I should go and talk to her
before she heads off.

♪

[Engine starts]

Sylvia, I wanted to ask,

why did you pay for Brad's room
the night that

the flower festival
was rained off?

You said that you hadn't
met him that day.

Sylvia!

♪

Sylvia!
[Engine revs]

♪

Put your foot down, Winter.

[Siren wailing]

♪

Can't get around it, sir.

See if there's somewhere
to pass up ahead.

Stop following me!

-What's she doing?
-Where's she going?

She's on her way
to Godley Manor.

♪

You can't go and live with
that excuse for an uncle.

I can do what the hell I like.

Noah's going to try
and take all of this from us.

It's not just the grounds
he wants.

He'll come for his share
of the house.

And you think I'm on your side?

I hope he gets the lot.

Frankie. Frankie!

♪

She's headed for the gates, sir.

She's going to go
straight through them, sir.

[Screams]

♪

Frankie!

[Screams]

♪

Sylvia.

What are you doing?

-They know.
-Know what?

-What I did.
-Pull yourself together, Sylvia.

-I killed him, Mother.
-I killed him.

[Panting]

♪

What the hell is going on?

Shaking like a leaf.

♪

Sylvia, I don't understand.

Ask them. They know.

Stop saying that.

Will somebody talk to me?

-Tell them, then.
-Tell them what I did.

I'd rather hear it from you,
Sylvia.

♪

I didn't see him.

The road was empty
one minute, the next,

he was just standing there,
right in front of me.

Who is she talking about?

Kimonie Bullitt's
husband Laurence.

-What? Sylvia.
-Right.

Don't say another word.
Alan, call your solicitor.

Tell us what happened, Sylvia.

Leave my daughter alone.

-Alan, call Charles now.
-Shush.

I didn't think
anyone had seen me,

so I drove off
not knowing what to do.

I was in such a state,
though, I had to pull over.

I thought
I was going to be sick.

A few minutes later there was a
tap on the side of the library.

Brad had seen what you'd done.

He made me pay for his room
at Saj's pub.

He was really after
something else.

♪

I'm so sorry.

He wanted to be in the manor.

He wanted a portrait of his own.
He wanted it all.

So he told me I had to
make sure you married him.

♪

Doesn't anyone want me
for who I am?

I know, I know,
and I hated him so much for it.

I wanted to rescue you, Frankie.
I wanted so many things.

Winter?

As I learned at great cost
last year,

there are certain perennials

that shouldn't be planted
next to each other.

Kimonie would know that
better than anyone.

I think we found Brad's phone.

And on it, no doubt, we'll find
out why it had to be buried.

-Mm-hmm.
-Am I right,

Frankie?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I know it was you who
smashed up Kimonie's laptop.

Me? I had no idea
that even happened.

I saw a list of number plates
on a document

that Kimonie was putting
together.

Your friend Cordelia's
number plate was on it,

along with a date and time.

Then talk to Cordelia, not me.

Ironically,
that was actually the very thing

you were trying to prevent.

When will you ever learn,
Cordelia?

It's not 30 miles an hour
through the village.

And don't think you can get away
with this at night, either.

I'm on guard 24/7

You took Cordelia's car

after everyone had passed out
after your celebrations.

You drove it up here,
not thinking for a minute

that Kimonie would still be out
monitoring the roads.

She was going to post
her findings on Monday.

And the moment Cordelia
received her speeding notice,

she would have questioned it.

You couldn't have that happen,
Frankie.

♪

Is this true?

Not a word of it.

And who stays up half the night
looking for speeders?

Kimonie did. She was
heartbroken after Laurence.

She couldn't sleep
or find peace anywhere.

We know that
the cuckoo clock had been moved

high enough to kill Brad.

And who would have known
Brad's height better than you?

Try my mother.

She seemed to have spent
a lot of time with him.

Yes, Mother,
I knew that earring was yours.

Would you like to tell us
what's on the phone, Frankie?

It won't take us long
to access it.

♪

[Sighs]

♪

Well, when you put it like that.

Frankie.

♪

It was the look
on his face that did it.

This look of pure
and utter greed.

[Cuckoo clock chirps]

I knew what he was thinking,
so I sent him a message.

Why don't we steal the clock
and run away together?

He agreed.

Said we should do it
after things had died down.

But you came up here
and rigged the clock.

Because I knew he was lying.

He wanted it all for himself.

♪

I hoped I was wrong,

but sometimes you just know.

It was horrible to watch.

♪

[Cuckoo clock chirping]

[Screams]

[Thudding]

♪

How did you know
that Brad would be there

at the right time?

Oh, it didn't matter
what time it was.

♪

Frankie knew Brad
would turn the hour hand

to get the cuckoo
to come out regardless.

Tell me about Nessie.

Presumably you saw her
up at the house.

Kimonie,
I just got your message.

♪

Oh, my God.

Are you sure it's her?

I can't, I just can't.

Not while there's breath
in my body.

I hadn't a clue
who my mother was talking about.

Until you realized
there was only one person

your mother could hate
that much.

Aggie Marlowe.

And there she was,
carrying Francis's teddy.

So you took revenge
for your brother.

How could I not?

She's responsible for
this nightmare I call my life.

Only she wasn't.

What?

I suggest you speak
to Sir Alan about that.

I'm curious about the blue ink
on Kimonie's laptop.

Presumably you wanted to
throw us off the trail?

[Chuckles]

Sorry, sis.

You all but forced me
into loving Brad.

It was his doing, not mine.

But I didn't know that, did I?

-I believed every word he said.
-I'm your sister.

I was put in
a horrible position.

You want to know about
horrible positions?

Try killing three people.

Most people would have
just called off the engagement.

-Blame them.
-They made me that way.

I grew up being rejected
for not being what

they desperately wanted.

And there I was again,
not being what Brad wanted.

What's a girl to do?

♪

Though I rather hoped I was
always one step ahead of you.

If it's any consolation,
you were.

♪

But you always saw the wood
despite the trees.

[Laughs]

Oh, how ironic.

♪

I don't understand you, Frankie.

How are you saying
all these things

as if you didn't have
a care in the world?

Because I learned
from the worst.

If only you and father
had wanted me.

It's just a simple little thing.

Like loving a child.

But it was beyond both of you.

♪

I hope your daughter turns out
to be everything

you could hope for.

♪

-[Hammering]
-That's it. Almost there.

-He's doing a grand job.
-He is.

And I have to say,
I am deeply impressed.

Did you know pergolas and arbors

date back to early
Egyptian times?

Really? That far?

In some societies, they were
actually status symbols.

Well, the Barnabys
are going up in the world.

♪

I'd have had that up
an hour ago.

You'd be moaning about
having a strained back by now.

I'm just saying it would
have taken me half the time.

Don't listen to him, Winter.

You're doing a fine job.

♪

A very fine job indeed.

♪

♪