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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.