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Hey!

Ooh, right.
Here we go.

What do you call an old snowman?

- Oh.
- Mm...

Forsty!

Esther: Frost... what?

Wait. "Forty" with an "S."

"Forsty"... a 40-year-old
snowman.

Erm...

- Actually, that's quite bright.
- Okay, that's just weird.

Only Kelby would even think
of that.

- So, what's the answer, anyway?
- Water!

All: Ahh!

- I don't get it.
- It's melted.

- Here he is!
- Oh, yeah, yeah.

My favourite nephew.

Yeah, can you lot be quiet,
please?

Or I will have to call
the police.

- Call away. We're all in here.
- I'm a plus one.

- Actually, plus two.
- Yeah.

Haven't you got
any Christmas music?

Oh, well, I asked,
but Mr. Finch isn't a fan.

He says it lowers the tone.

Oh, Finch the Grinch.

Yeah, but I can get
more drinks, though.

Auntie "M"?
- Go on, then.

Same again all round,
I think, Robert.

Did he tell you
what he's been doing?

He's been saving all his tips
for the children's ward

Christmas party.

All: Aw!

Tell him
how much you've got, Bobby.

No, I don't want to say.

He said it's nearly £2,000.

- Amazing!
- Well-done, you.

Oh, I, erm

got to get those drinks.

Mm. Okay.

He's so lovely.

Yeah. He is.

I'm paying you to work,
not have a family reunion.

Sorry. Yeah, I was just taking
the drinks order.

Erm, they wanted to know if they
could have any Christmas music.

What do they want,
Shakin' Stevens?

Wham!? Wizard?

I asked you to bring the ice out
over ten minutes ago.

Sorry. Sorry.
Yeah, I'll do it.

Oh. Don't bother.
I'll get it myself.

Well, I'm just off
for a Christmas tinkle.

Agh, TMI!

Make sure you wash your hands.

Sorry.

Robert: Was everything okay?

Oh, yes, it was, darling.

You did me proud.

Oh, good.

Oh, I better get back to work.

Oh.

Esther: Coming, Margo?

Ready, Margo?

Humphrey:
I don't know the words.

Ooh!
- Ooh!

Esther: Hello?

Sir?

You okay there, my love?

You waiting for someone?

Oh. You're freezing.

How long have you been here?

Do you... do you need something?

Okay, so can I ask why
you opened the bin?

- Fish.
- You were looking for fish?

No, I got fish.
I was looking for veg.

Why?

They throw it out
at the end of the day, see?

There's nothing wrong
with most of it.

Got a nice bit of broccoli
for my salmon.

I mean,
I had to trim it up a bit,

but they're really manky stuff.
I cut up and I use it for feed.

Oh, for the fish.

For the rabbit.

Right.
Erm, what time was this?

Er, 8:45.

I know that because I had to get
the veg back to Janet

for five-to.

The rabbit.

My wife's sister.

She cuts up the veg
for the rabbit,

but she leaves for work at 9:00.

Banksy.

She works at the bank?

No, the rabbit's called
Banksy after that artist fella.

The one who draws on walls.

Okay.

He's not dead.
I saw him breathing.

Banksy?

No, the bloke in the bin.

Oh.

- Morning.
- Oh, that looks nice.

- Oh, yes.
- All for me!

- Course, Margo.
- Ha ha!

This way.

Who's your friend?

I found him in a wheelie bin.

His name's Seb, and he had a bit
too much to drink last night.

Didn't you, Seb?
- Mm!

Well, you know,
you've had a good night

when you wake up
in a wheelie bin.

Are you taking him home?

Er, not yet.
Can't get his head off.

He said his mates glued it on.

Oh, dear.

Mm. Hey!
Oh! Aah!

You'll need
some adhesive remover.

I'll take him.
You go and get some.

Come on.
All right, let's step carefully.

Kelby: Careful.

- We will be.
- Okay.

- Margo: I've got you.
- Seb: Ugh! Oh!

- Mind out.
- Laters!

- Yeah?
- Ugh!

Ooh, there's an exhibition on
at the town hall tonight.

"Christmas Through the Decades."

We're going
Christmas shopping. Remember?

They built replica rooms
from every decade

from the noughties back through
the '90s, the '80s,

'70s, the '60s.

You need to finish by 5:00.

Okay. I'll try.

You promised.

Right.

Say it out loud.

I will finish at 5:00.

Good.

Let's hope Shipton Abbott's
criminal fraternity

don't get to hear about this.

We could have a 6:00 frenzy.

Oh, hello!

I'm not sure
which question to ask first.

Morning, Margo.

Morning.

I, er, see you brought
your friend in.

He's not my friend.

Kelby found him
in a wheelie bin.

Excellent.

Oh, this is the, er,
the exhibition at the town hall.

"Christmas Through the Decades."

I can get you tickets for that.

My stepmum's
one of the organisers.

I get a family discount.

Huh. Margo?

Oh, I'm busy tonight.

Something wrong with this.

Sorry.

Something... wrong with it,
I think.

Mm.

Ooh!

- Humphrey: Margo.
- Margo: Hmm?

Why exactly is the snowman here?

His head's glued on,
and he's refusing to go home

because his new girlfriend's
mum and dad are there.

They've come down for Christmas
to meet him.

Oh. Worried about giving them
the wrong impression?

Well, hard not to when
he dressed in a snowman suit

smelling of wheelie bin.

Seb: Fair enough.

Oh! Ha ha!

Esther: Soon as you can, please.

Problem?

There was a chap sitting on
the doorstep when I opened up.

His name's David,
but he seems a bit confused,

so I've put him in the interview
room with a cup of tea.

That's a very nice thing to do.

Oh, I've been trying
to get social services to come

and collect him, but
they haven't got anyone free.

I mean, I've made it
as comfortable for him

as I can in there.

The odd thing was this is
the only thing he had with him.

Hm. Weird.

Humphrey: David. Is it?

David, we're just a little bit
confused about

why you have a photograph of me
in your pocket.

Did I?

You don't recall why?

Take your time.

Have we ever met?

I need to find my sister.

Your sister?
Is that why you're here?

- Louise.
- That's her name?

- Can you help me?
- Humphrey: We can try.

Do you and your sister
live together?

Yes.

Only it's Christmas, you see?

And I-I-I really need
to find her.

Where do you
and your sister live, David?

Is there an address
you can give us?

I'm sorry.
I'm not being much help, am I?

Do you live in Shipton Abbott?

I really need to find her.

It's all right, okay?
Don't upset yourself.

We'll work it out.

It would help if we had
a full name... David.

I...

I'll write it down, shall I?

Can you, erm,
can you spell it for me?

David...

H?

A-l-e-t-o-n.

Haleton.

Thank you.

There was nothing else
in his pockets at all?

Er, a bit of loose change.

No wallet, no credit cards,
no phone, nothing.

Why would a complete stranger,
someone I've never met before,

be sitting
on the station doorstep

with a photograph of me
in his pocket?

Do you recognise the photo,
where it was taken?

When?

No, but it has to be key.

Maybe it's on social media
somewhere.

Something Martha or Anne posted?
I could look online.

Yes. Do that.

In the meantime,
let's start with the search,

a five-mile radius.

We're looking for a brother
and sister living together,

a David and Louise Haleton.

Try care homes
and sheltered housing first.

- Right.
- And check other divisions

for missing-person reports.

On it.

Margo?
- I got a call from the hub.

Fisher's Wine Bar was broken
into last night after we left.

No!

Uniforms attended in
the early hours of the morning.

Took photos
and secured the building.

They've asked us to follow up.

You're sure you're doing
the right thing?

It was something
he said when Rosie left,

about us being on our own
and how we'd have to make do.

It's always been the same
for us, all through the IVF

and the fostering,

the worry lurking
under the surface

that we needed something else
to be happy,

that we might not be enough
for each other on our own.

And this is the best way I
could think of to show him that

all I ever need is him standing
next to me, holding my hand.

This is the best
Christmas surprise ever.

It will be if we all
do our part.

So, all the boxes are
in the kitchen.

You need to get them
there by 4:00.

Put the "closed early" sign up
outside before you go.

Okay.

Mum, you need to be
at the train station by 2:30.

This is who you're picking up?
- Oh, he looks nice.

He is. Bring him back here.

And if Humphrey comes in,
you'll have to hide him.

Hide him? Where?

Use your imagination.

There's room
in the stock cupboard.

Would he mind being
in the stock cupboard?

Just do what you need to.

Humphrey mustn't see him.

So, does everyone know
what they're doing?

Yeah, yeah.
Go, Team Martha.

Oh!

Martha: Whoo!

So much for Shipton Abbott
being Devon's hidden gem.

It's got its scumbags
like everywhere else.

I blame the parents.

Now, put two morons together.
What'd you get?

Surprise! It's another moron.

Er, you were at home

when the alarm company called to
say there had been a break-in?

No,
I was at friend's in Polmarron.

- What time?
- About 1:30.

That's quite late
to go visiting.

Well, we're having a party.

I said I'd join them
when the bar closed.

You can see the door's been
jimmied open.

Er, yes.
Can I ask what was taken?

I was due to go to the bank
this morning.

So, this week's takings so far,
the float.

I haven't tied it all up,
but I reckon north of £10,000.

A lot of cash.

Terry: It is Christmas,
people throw in for the bills.

So, we get more cash than usual.

Can we see inside?

Yeah.

Is there damage anywhere else?

No.

- Office?
- No.

Then where did they take
the cash from.

From the drawer under the till.

Is it usual
to keep that amount of money

in the bar overnight?

It can be.

Depends on
when I can get to the bank.

Water.

But they're wine bottles.

I guess someone spilt
water on the bar.

Is that Robert's
charity tips jar?

Yeah.
Is this going to take long?

Are we nearly done?

Only I need to get
this cleaned up so I can open.

Can I ask,

who else would have known
you had cash here overnight?

No one. No, wait.
Robert. Robert knew.

I remember him yesterday
asking me

if I'd been to the bank or not.

I can't believe
this was anything

to do with Margo's nephew.

No.

Let's check where he was
last night after the bar closed.

And, er, check
on this party in Polmarron, too.

Sir.

Before the world fully awakens.

The wetlands come to life.

These vibrant ecosystems are
the most diverse...

There we are, my love...
a nice, fresh cup of tea.

And essential to
the delicate balance of nature.

Esther: Okay, thanks. Bye.

Okay, so I spoke to Terry
Finch's friend in Polmarron.

He confirms that Terry arrived
there just after midnight,

and he was with him

when he got the call
from the alarm company

about the break-in
just after 1:30.

He took a cab back to the wine
bar because he'd had a drink.

I've confirmed
with the cab company,

that they picked him up
in Polmarron

and took him to the bar.

The uniformed unit were
already at the scene

and confirmed
the break-in happened at 1:30.

So, we can rule out Terry Finch.

Looks that way.

I couldn't find
adhesive remover anywhere.

You'd think I'd
be asking for unicorn poo.

I had to go to
the industrial estate.

You can't just leave him
sitting there.

What else can I do with him?

I don't know,
but this is a police station.

We're in here discussing cases.

I just got to get his head off,
and then I'll get him home.

Can't you just cut it off?

No. Hang on.
He hired it. You can't.

He's got a £100 deposit
against any damage.

Well, hurry up!

Oh, Kelby?

Can you check CCTV
from the high street last night?

Say between 12:00 and 2:00 a.m.

Sir, erm, what am I looking for?

Ah, well, anyone in the
vicinity of Fisher's Wine Bar

at around 1:30 a.m.

The unit that attended
the break-in sent a report.

It's in your inbox.

Thanks, Margo.

And the Grinch has sent me a
full report of what was stolen.

Around £11,000 in cash,

plus the contents
of Robert's charity jar.

There was a big sticker on it,
too, saying it was for charity.

- And at Christmas.
- Seb: Oh, that's well bad.

Any leads on the photograph?

Er, I ran the search online
but didn't find anything,

so I passed it to I.T.

See if they have more luck.

And the sister?

Again, nothing so far.

I'm still waiting
on the missing-person reports

to come back,

but I've drawn a blank
with electoral register,

care homes, sheltered housing
in a five-mile radius.

Looks like we've hit a dead end.

Maybe we should just pass it
on to social services.

Well, let's at least keep
trying until they get here.

And you're not even going
to warn him?

No. He'll start fretting.

And when he frets,
he breaks things.

Right. Well, speaking as someone
surrounded by bottles,

no one wants that.

Just make sure
everything's ready.

It will be.

Ah. Hi.

Thanks for getting back to me.

How can one person
be on the phone so much?

Every time I call her,
she's engaged.

Maybe she's busy.

I haven't got anything
on Fisher's Wine Bar.

There's no CCTV in the alley.

A few passers-by at the front
just after midnight.

Then nothing until the police
unit turned up just after 1:30.

Then a cab arrived.

That's Terry Finch.

- Hold still.
- Groaning.

We still need to speak
to Robert?

Check his movements?

- Mm-hmm.
- Why?

You don't think he had anything
to do with this?

Of course not.

It's just part
of the investigation, Margo.

Ticking all the boxes.

Do you know
where we can find him?

Er...

Margo?

- It's burning. Oh!
- Calm down!

Careful!

Yeah, well, I've got three jobs.

I do mornings here,

home deliveries
in the afternoon,

and Fisher's four nights a week.

Can you tell us
where you were last night

after you left the bar
up to about 1:30 a.m.

Er, yeah, no.
I was... I was at home.

Can anyone vouch for that?

Erm... Well, no.

Er, Laura is staying
at her mum's with the girls.

Laura's your wife?

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, erm, is it true

that they took that charity
money from behind the bar, too?

Yes, they did.

Who would do something
like that?

Humphrey: Er, yesterday,

do you recall asking Terry Finch
if he'd been to the bank?

Er... no. Er, no.
Wait. Yes. Yeah.

Yes, I think I did.

Can I ask why?

Oh, no, no reason.
I just have to cover the bar

if he goes to the...

Sorry. Am I in trouble?

No, no, not at all.
Erm, just routine questions.

Oh.

Can you just run us
through your shift yesterday,

starting with after we left?

Yeah. Well, I mean, I was rushed
off my feet.

Erm, Mr. Finch, see,
he won't hire any more staff.

He says cutting costs makes us
look good to head office.

Mm. You didn't notice anything
out of the ordinary?

No, no, no, no,
we had three parties in, erm...

We called last orders not long
after you guys left,

and, you know,
everyone just drifted off.

What time was that?

I think we were empty
by about half 11:00.

Yeah. I wipe down the tables
and the bar.

I put the, er... Thank you.

I put the empties
in the bottle crate

to be collected
the next morning.

Emptied the bins behind the bar.

Normally, I'd run
the bin bags out the back,

but Mr. Finch told me
to go home, so...

Yeah, I think I left
by about 11:45.

Then, after you left,
did you see anyone outside?

No.
It was pretty quiet.

Oh, now hold on.

There was this lunatic
in a snowman suit.

Yeah.

Oh.

Are you sure we
can't take this head off yet?

Apparently not.

Glue needs to soften
for another 20 minutes.

And we can't cut it off
because he'll lose his deposit.

Lose a...

Fine. So, you were at a party?

Yeah, I was at a mate's flat.

His girlfriend's birthday.

Fancy dress.

Whoa! How do you know that?

I'm a detective.

And on your way home,

you walk through the alley
behind the shops

on the high street.

A shortcut.

Right.
Did you see anyone,

particularly anyone at
the back of Fisher's Wine Bar?

I think I saw
a bloke taking the bins out.

About what time?

Oh, maybe just before midnight.

Oh, and then there was
this bunch of kids.

Kids?

Yeah,
about ten of them on bikes.

All started taking the mick,
obviously.

- How old?
- Dunno. 15.16.

Anyways, they all
start pushing me around,

and then one of them goes, "Oh,
chuck him in the wheelie bin."

And so they did.

- Couldn't you get out?
- Oh, I was smashed by then.

Plus, it's surprisingly
comfortable in there.

Don't remember nothing
after that.

Right.
Sergeant?

What are you thinking?

This fresh splinter of wood
we found at the scene.

From the back door.

Yeah, but it was only visible

once the bin men had taken
the bags away in the morning.

Do you remember?

They cleared them
while we were there.

- So?
- So...

So, surely that must mean
the splinter was under the bags.

But how can that be,

when our snowman saw
Finch put the bags out

before he left for the evening?

It doesn't make any sense.

We know the break-in was
at 1:30,

because that's
when the alarm went off.

Exactly.

Ah!

The eagle has landed.

I, er, we, er...
we thought you might be hungry.

It's ham and cheese.

It's ham and cheese?

If you don't like it,

we could swap it
for something else.

Er... no rush. Just...
Just let me know.

Have you found Louise?

No, David.

Not yet, but we're looking,
okay?

I miss her so much.

Oh, mate.

Hey...

We know you do.
Don't get upset.

Our inspector, he's looking
for her, and he's amazing.

Got it.
That was I.T.

They found a match
for the image.

Ah!

It's from The Tavistock
Chronicle newspaper.

Coverage of the amateur
dramatic's train murder.

They snapped you at the station.
Remember?

- Margo: Hold still!
- No idea.

It's definitely the same image.

Humphrey: Okay, good.

So, let's focus our search
on the Tavistock area

and see what that throws up.

Will do.

All right. Hold steady.

Seb: Yep, I will.
You got my skin there.

Aah! Aah!

Everyone, meet Seb Branagh.

Hello, Seb.

Thank heavens for that.

Oh, thank you, guys.
I thought I'd never get out.

David got a bit upset,

started talking
about his sister again,

but he's calmed down a bit.

Poor love.

- Oh. Hello, mate.
- You all right?

Now Kelby will show you
where the bathroom is.

You can get the rest of it off.

Brilliant. Cheers.

- Sorry.
- Yep.

Okay? You all right?

I've sent an information
request to Tavistock police

and the town council.
- Mm-hmm.

So, what are you thinking?
The kids on the bikes?

No. Er, yeah...

There were 3
or 4 bottles of Pinot Grigio

smashed on the floor,
no other damage.

No, there was
no empty beer cans,

no witty remarks or pictures of
genitalia etched on the walls.

The office was untouched.
No, this wasn't teenagers.

I think this was someone
who knew the cash was there

and where it was.

Robert?

So, you do think
Bobby was involved?

No.

Yes, you do.
I could see it on your faces.

We're still trying to work out
exactly what happened, Margo.

But Bobby's a suspect.

No! Well, yes.

But only until we eliminate him.

I'm sorry, Margo.

We don't like it any more
than you do.

But we have to do our job.

He's the only other person

who knew that cash was
there overnight.

And he's working three jobs, so
we know money's tight for him.

And I've known him
his entire life.

There's no way
he could do anything like this.

We're sure that's true,
but we have to...

Margo: There's no "butts."

That boy goes to
the children's ward

every Christmas morning
to take them presents.

Do you really think he'd steal
his own charity money?

And yes, he's got three jobs.

But that's because he's
a hardworking lad trying

to provide for his own family,
not a thief!

Margo?

Good luck with that.

Everything all right?

Yeah.
The boxes are in the car.

Mum back?

Yeah, she's just in the
kitchen making a sandwich.

You're not having
second thoughts, are you?

What if he hates it?

He won't. He'll love it.

You think?

I know.

I'd better go
and check on our guest.

Sir? Tavistock police.

No missing-person reports
in the past week.

Okay, but I still think
we're in the right area.

So, erm, try GP surgeries next,
social services,

see if any of them
have a patient called David

or Louise Haleton.

Sir.

I'm... sorry I shouted.
I was a bit cross.

It's perfectly understandable.

But I stand by what I said.

My Bobby isn't a thief.

So, Kelby,
did you get your snowman home?

Seb? Yeah.

I got to meet
his new girlfriend's parents.

Yeah, they didn't suspect
a thing.

Well, he did have a rash
across his neck,

but he said it was only because
he was nervous to meet them.

Smooth. Hmm!
Heat rash, probably,

from being in that suit.

He must have been melting
in there.

Oh, hey, it's like that joke
from last night.

What do you call an old snowman?
Water!

Ice! That's it! Melting ice.

Explain?

An empty crisp packet.

What? Oh, no. Sorry.

If this splinter of wood

was found underneath
the bags of rubbish

at the back
of Fisher's Wine Bar,

then the door must
have been forced open

before they were put out
by Terry Finch

shortly before midnight.

Esther:
Except that's not possible,

because we know the break-in
was an hour and a half later.

What if it wasn't?

What if everything was just
set up to look like a break-in?

By whom?

Terry Finch.

Margo: Yes!

Sorry.

But if Finch set
all this up himself,

how could the alarm go off
at 1:30 in the morning

when we know he was
ten miles away in Polmarron?

Because, in the words
of a song from my youth,

"Ice, ice, baby." Ice!

Remember the pool of water
on the bar?

What about it?

I thought it was odd
at the time.

It was wine bottles
that were broken.

So, how could it be water?

Robert told us he wiped
down the bar before he left.

And he also said he emptied
the bin behind the bar.

Yet it had a plastic bag in it.

Okay, now you're losing me.

I saw a similar bag
at the Christmas party.

Sorry.

But you'd expect
to see a bag used for ice

behind a bar, wouldn't you?

Yes,
but if Robert emptied the bin,

as he said, and I have no reason
to doubt him,

why was it there in the morning?

Thank you. Good night.

This is what I think happened.

- I had to carry you tonight.
- Right. Sorry.

Pull your finger out,

or else I'm gonna
have to get someone else.

Don't say that, Mr. Finch.

You know I need this job.

Well, maybe you should
be thinking more about your kids

and less about fawning
all over the punters.

It's Christmas.

I just wanted everyone
to have a good time.

I told you,
Christmas is for mugs.

All I'm interested in
is how much they spend.

Right, so less chitty-chatting
and more serving.

You got it?
- Yep. Got it.

I think Robert did exactly
as he said.

After he cleaned the bar,
he emptied the bin.

Terry: Leave them.
I'll take them out.

No, no. It's fine.
I'll take...

Leave them.
I'll take them out.

I'll do it myself,
like everything else.

Go on. Go home.
I'm sick of looking at you.

Good night, Mr. Finch.

And once Robert had left,

Finch went straight out
to the back door...

Which is how the splinter
of wood got in the alley

before the bags of rubbish?

It's the only thing that fits.

Cheer up, mate. It's Christmas!
Ha ha ha ha!

Hey, look at this guy!

All right, kids.
All right, lads.

Boy: Let's chuck him in the bin!

There was no damage
anywhere else,

no sign of anyone
searching the office.

So, our thief had to know
where the money was.

But this?
This was the clever bit.

Ice defrosts
at a predetermined pace

and therefore makes
a perfect time-delay switch.

So, as the ice melts,
the bottles will fall,

setting off the alarm?

Humphrey: Precisely.

By the time Terry Finch
arrived at the wine bar,

the police were already there

and had found the
broken back door

and broken wine bottles
on the floor.

Which would look
exactly like a break-in.

Humphrey: I think
when Terry got there,

he took the plastic ice bag
from the bar

and simply threw it in the bin.

But forgot
to wipe away the water

from the melted ice on the bar.

Precisely.

So, it wasn't Bobby?

No, it was not.

Oh!

Crikey.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you, Margo.

Kelby, go pick him up.

Oh.
Tavistock Social Services.

Okay.

They've reported one
of their care-home residents,

David Haleton, as missing.

He wasn't in his room when
his carer went in this morning.

No mention of his sister,

but his daughter and son-in-law
are on their way

now to pick him up.

Oh, yes!

So he'll be with his family
for Christmas.

Well-done, everyone.

Kelby called.

They've got him,
and Margo ran a check.

Seems he was sacked
from his last job

for running up gambling debt
on the company credit card.

I see. So, he was a gambler.

Whose luck just ran out.

Hello.
I'm Humphrey. This is Esther.

He's your dad, is he?

We've been going out
of our minds all day.

- Yes. I'm sure.
- Where did you find him?

Esther: Er, he found us.

He was sitting on the doorstep
when I came in this morning.

Are we going to see Louise now?

Oh, not yet, Dad.
We need to get you home.

Everyone's worried about you.

He's been talking
about his sister all day.

I'm sorry.
We'll get him home.

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

Not at all. Can I just ask?

He had a photograph of me
in his pocket.

You wouldn't happen to know why?

You're Humphrey Goodman.

Yes. Yes, I am.

Er, Dad, you sit with Keith
for a minute, okay?

I won't be long.

Yeah.

You're all right, Dad.
You're all right.

Hmm?

Annie: Dad and his sister Louise
were adopted.

They lost their parents
when he was seven.

They were supposed
to go to the same family,

but circumstances changed,
and they were split up.

He tried to look for her
over the years

but just hit one dead end
after another.

So, he just sort of locked it
away and got on with his life.

Just became
that unspoken thing that...

And then he started to get ill,

and he was diagnosed
as having dementia.

And as his memory started
to deteriorate,

he started talking
about Louise again.

It was as if of all the things
he had in his life,

she was the thing
he was frightened about

forgetting the most.

So, we decided to try again.

We hit the same dead ends
as before,

but this time we found her.

Dad was so excited.

We traced her to Gloucester,

where she was adopted by a
couple on Christmas Eve in 1968.

They changed her name to theirs,
so she became Louise Briggs.

But then she moved away,
and we lost all track of her.

But then the people who bought
her old house in Gloucester

found an old bank statement
dated from around the time

she moved away,

but it showed that she made
a withdrawal from an ATM

in Shipton Abbott.

Sorry.

I still don't see

why David would have a
photograph of me in his pocket.

So, we were at a loss
as what to do next.

So, we spoke to Dad

about hiring a private detective
in the new year,

someone from Devon
who could help us find her.

And Dad saw your picture
in the paper

and thought you looked like
a decent chap.

So, he was going to call you
and ask if you could help.

He can't remember what he had
for breakfast,

but he can tell you what song
was on the radio the day

they took Louise away.

It's like he's stuck
in that moment.

And the hurt is just as real now
as it was then.

Okay, everyone,
let's run a check

on the name Louise Briggs...
town halls, social services,

PNC, any other data banks
you can get into.

Local HMRC,
passport office, DVLA.

Look into local clubs
and organisations.

She must be drawing
a pension by now.

See if that gives us anything.

Sir.

Should we be making
these kinds of checks?

Yes, we should, Sergeant,
for two very good reasons.

Firstly, it's a
missing-persons investigation.

Even though they're
not missing anymore.

Technically, yes.

And the second?

It's Christmas.

Martha called.

She said she's
at the winery ordering stock.

Can you pick her up from there?

And don't be late.

What time is it now?

It's 4:35.
You've got 25 minutes.

Okay, quick as you can,
everyone.

Haleton.

H-a-l-e-t-o-n,
though that's her original name.

She went on to become
Louise Briggs.

Have we got anything else listed

under the name Louise Briggs?

No. That's all the information
we have.

Could we cross-reference
her date of birth

against anything else?

All we know for sure

is she left Gloucester
around four years ago,

and we think
came to Shipton Abbott

or at least somewhere
in this area.

Okay, let me see
if I can find that.

I'll come back to you.
Thank you.

They need a
National Insurance number.

You'd better go.

Five more minutes.

Okay, well, thanks for trying.

Bye. Nothing.

Say again?

But her adopted name was
definitely Louise Briggs.

Well, is there
an address on the records?

If you would.

Er, you got my number. Okay.
Thanks, Jess.

There was a Louise Briggs
married

in patent registry office
four years ago.

She declared a former name
as Haleton.

- So, it's her?
- Margo: It has to be.

Her married name is Branagh.

But they couldn't see
an address for her.

They're checking,

but, you know, they
can't guarantee it'll be today.

Branagh.
I've heard that somewhere.

Margo: Yeah.

Seb the snowman!

- Oh, yes. Of course.
- Oh-oh-oh!

- You go. We'll do this.
- No, wait. I...

- Go!
- Yeah, okay.

Right. Let's call Seb.

Seb: Come on through.

She should be around here
somewhere.

Ah!
- Hello, love.

All right, Lou.
Guys, this is my stepmum.

Er, Louise,
er, this is Esther and Margo.

Esther: Hi.

Louise, we're
from Shipton Abbott Police.

It's nothing to worry about.

Going to let Margo take
the lead on this one.

Erm...

Louise, we believe
you had an older brother,

er, who you were separated
from...

Humphrey: I'm here!

Hi.
- You're late.

- What's going on?
- We're getting married.

What?!

Come on!

Anne: He's here.

Ah!

Oh, Good Lord.

You mean we're
really getting married?

I just told you.

Yes,
but I thought it a metaphor.

- For?
- For something else.

You do still want to
get married, don't you?

Yes, of course I do.

I mean, why the big secret?

Because whenever
we've planned it properly,

it's always gone wrong.

And so I just thought
I'd sneak up on you.

Because after Rosie left,
I wanted to show you

that as hard as it was losing
her, it was kind of all right

because... I still had you.

And you're enough.

So are you.

Shall we get married, then?

Yes, please.

Ah, you'll need to change.

And I nearly forgot.
- Mm-hmm.

I found you a best man, too.

Ah, crikey!

Commissioner?

Nice of you to join us,
Inspector Goodman.

He's here.

Honey, do you want to take over?

Dad?
Look over there.

It's Louise.

David.

Can't believe you'd come
all this way just for me.

I didn't.

Oh.

I was in the UK, anyway,
visiting my daughter.

This was a happy coincidence.

- Even so, thank you, sir.
- Mm.

- Or should I call you Selwyn?
- No.

Of course.

Hello.

Margo: Wait!

- Made it.
- Just in time.

So, we're here today
to witness the marriage

of Humphrey and Martha,

who are not so much starting
a new life together

but confirming
their commitment to each other.

Do you remember our house?

My... my bedroom was next
to your bedroom.

That's right.

Martha: to cherish

and respect each other
throughout our lives together.

- Humphrey?
- Hmm?

"I give you this ring."

Oh, yes.

Erm... where is it?

Talk amongst yourselves.

Ah! Got it.

Phew! Sorry?

"I give you this ring
as a symbol of our love,

trust, and marriage."

I give you this ring

As a symbol of our love,
trust, and marriage.

Registrar:
I promise to care for you

above all others
and to give you my love,

friendship, and support."

I promise to care for you
above all others

and to give you my love,
friendship, and support.

Other finger.

Other finger.

No, the ring, the other finger.

Oh!

Oh, sorry. Golly.

- Other finger.
- Yeah.

"And to respect

and cherish you
throughout our lives together."

And to respect

and cherish you
throughout our lives together.

And now, a short reading
from the best man, Selwyn.

"Who is to say what love is?

From the fluttering heart
that sees a face long missed

to the tearful,
breathless wrench of a love

only ever found in the moment.

Or a love that speaks
of blood shared...

of a bond that can't be
broken...

of a light that can
never be dimmed by adversity.

Who is to see what love is,

because love seeks no favour,
nor does it seek permission.

It seeks no title,
no praise, or reward.

Love simply is.

Love never blames,
always forgives,

and cannot be diminished
by distance or weakened by time.

Love is what is left
when everything else

deserts you.

Who is to say what love is?

Only you,
because only you know."

Registrar: At which point,

having declared their vows
to each other,

and through the exchanging
of rings,

I can very happily declare
that Humphrey and Martha

are now husband and wife.

- Ah, congratulations.
- Archie.

Thank you. This is perfect.

Worth all the skulduggery?

Definitely.

All those clandestine
meetings was a bit like

being back in the old days.

Stop!
I'm a married woman.

And I couldn't be
happier for you.

It's such a shame
he can't find someone.

I mean, he's handsome,
rich, generous to a fault.

He even makes his own wine.

I mean, there should be
a queue around the building.

Though I have to admit
that your clumsy, annoying,

socially awkward,
yet quite delightful beanpole

of a new husband
is quite a catch, too.

Yes, he is.

Oh, Inspector.
We were just comparing notes.

That's mildly terrifying.

It seems you've brought all
your annoying traits with you

from the Caribbean,
but also your brilliance.

Ah!

- Congratulations.
- Thank you, ma'am.

Mwah!

- Commissioner?
- It was my pleasure.

Thank you for being here.

And your reading was
quite beautiful.

I'm not entirely sure

how you managed
to convince her to marry you.

You're a very lucky man.

Yes, I am.

Ah! Oh! Er, excuse me.

Of course.

- Inspector Wilson.
- Oh, Dave and his sister.

How'd it go?

Er, we found her.

She agreed to meet him.
They're together now.

It was amazing.

So, she was related
to Seb the snowman?

Yeah, she was his stepmum.

Congratulations, everyone.
Well-done. You're amazing!

Yeah, we are.

I think we should reward
ourselves with another drink.

- Oh, yes.
- Good idea. Come on.

- Sir?
- Erm, just a minute.

Everything okay, sir?

Mm.
That was the new inspector.

He's working on a case
in Saint Marie.

But there seems
to be links to the UK

which he would like me
to look into while I'm here.

Sorry, Selwyn,
can I steal my husband?

Be my guest.

Thank you, sir.

Margo: Thank you.

- Thank you.
- All right.

I'm going to have
a look at the cake.

- Any excuse.
- Excuse me?

To stand next to me.

What did you do,
pour it into a pot plant?

You wish.

- Zoe: Oh, really?
- Margo: Yeah.

Singer: One, two. Two, one, two.
Yep, that's great.

Maybe I do.

Singer: Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

We are Bellowhead!

- Don't.
- You can't keep running away.

Mum, come on.
The band's started.

Well, we finally did it!

Sorry, that one.

Yes, we did.

Happy?

Very.

Actually, it doesn't matter
if you are or not.

There's no escape now.
You're stuck with me.

It's the only place
I've ever wanted to be.

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Goodman.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Goodman.

Margo: Oy, you two!

Come on, sir!

Humphrey, well-done.

Congratulations,
Mr. and Mrs. Goodman.