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I left my house keys in the office.

I'll only be a minute, sweetheart.

And then we can continue the party.

Hello?

Hello?

What's going on here then?

Oi! Oi!

Did anyone come through here?

I don't suppose you know the names

of any good private investigators?

Come on, Frank, I thought this was supposed to be a fresh start for us?

Well, you're the one who broke the first rule of our partnership--

Whoever has the last biccie has to go out and get a new packet!

I didn't have it! I told you.

I don't even like chocolate bourbons.

I'm more of a custard cream girl!

- Well, maybe you've changed. - Well, you certainly haven't.

- You're still the same pig-headed-- - Ahem!

Your 2 o'clock is here.

Something like that...

- Great role play. Yes. - Yes. Hello. Hi.

Earl grey?

Oh. Cheers.

No biscuits though, I'm afraid.

- So Mr Young-- - Rick, please.

Rick. You're running the family business?

Young's Fastenings.

I took over from my father a year ago.

We're the number one manufacturer

of clothing fastenings in the UK.

So you could say you've got the, uh,

got the market sewn up.

Actually, under my leadership,

we've designed a brand new zip

that's going to completely revolutionise flies.

I have a dream that one day, whenever people use the toilet,

they'll think about me-- us.

Me.

- That's impressive. - It is.

We've landed a major deal

with an international clothing manufacturer,

but I've heard rumours

that our main rival has been sniffing around.

And last night somebody tried to get access to my computer files.

Right. And you think they were trying to get information on the deal?

Clearly, they were trying to access a copy of the contract

before we sign it on Monday.

And you think the intruder is working for your competitors?

Not exactly. They've got a key.

And they had the alarm code.

And plus, they knew how to escape out the side door.

I have been betrayed by one of my own, and I know who it is.

My Head of Design, Jacques Du Bois.

Lately, he's been taking extra long breaks off-site.

He could be talking to anyone.

Plus, you know, he's French.

You don't think it could be anyone else?

No. My senior team would never betray me.

Plus, I've recently installed some extra security measures

during this contract negotiation.

I've got him on camera!

See?

I'd recognise those shifty shoulders anywhere.

Even with enhancement,

there's no way you're gonna prove that that is him.

Which is why I've come to you.

I may be a guiding light in the fastenings industry,

but corporate espionage?

I need a bit of help.

I've booked us a team-building experience this weekend

and I would like you to join us.

- Team building? - I've negotiated a great deal.

Jacques will be there.

It's his last chance to steal the contract

and it's the perfect place for you two to set a trap,

catch him in the act.

You want to hire us for the weekend?

The whole weekend?

I have a sizeable budget, money's no object.

- No, it's not gonna w-- - We'll do it.

Scoot-er Or-land-o. From Premier Petpals.

Pre-mier Pet Pals. Anyway. I just love animals.

Yeah, like, I have an adorable miniature dachshund

at home.

Dachs--? Dix--? Dach--?

I look ridiculous.

What were you thinking, letting Sebastian plan our cover?

Oh, stop it.

He's put a lot of work into this.

I think I look great.

Anyway, we said didn't we, we'd let him play a larger role

in investigations, remember?

And if anyone should be upset it should be me.

You could have checked with me

before you accepted working the entire weekend.

How are you so bothered about?

Rick might be an idiot,

but he paid us upfront for the whole two days.

What if I had plans?

What, like watching reality TV or going shoe shopping?

Uh...

Oh, look.

"The team building experts!"

Looks like this weekend could be just what we need.

Yo, yo, yo, yo!

Hi.

Hello! I'm Roz Shepherd, owner of Arden Escapes.

I can't wait to facilitate

the optimum harmonisation of your team.

Whoo-hoo!

We are so amped for this, Roz.

S'up, everyone.

Scooter Orlando,

brogrammer and CEO of Premier Petpals.

It's the app that finds dog owners playdates for their pets.

These are my guys. This is Jessie.

She is the bomb at comms and marketing.

And Bob is--

- An intern. - ...an intern.

And he makes a mean oat cortado.

My dad used to drive one of them.

I'm Rick Young. CEO, obviously, of Young's Fastenings.

- Hey. - Oh, sorry.

Um, I'm Aleena Oliver and I'm--

She's just my secretary.

But this man mountain here

started out as my father's apprentice,

if you can believe it.

And now he's the Head of Manufacturing--

- Sylvester Forrester.

- Sly. - Wouldn't like to meet him on a dark night.

And this is Jacques Du Bois.

Quoi?

Sorry. I am Jacques.

I design fastenings.

I have always been fascinated by the mechanics of them.

Buckles,

eyelets,

clasps,

studs.

Riveting.

Oh, I could listen to him

recite the whole phonebook in that accent and be happy.

And my personal favourite-- zips.

Thank you so much, Jacques.

I really get a sense of your... passion for your work.

So, Voyagers, let's start our journey towards group cohesion!

Welcome to Arden Escapes, everyone.

It's beautiful, so peaceful.

The entire place is off grid, powered by that generator.

Does that mean there's no phone signal?

I'm going for charmingly rustic, not stone-age.

The generator also powers our own mobile mast.

No way, Segways?! This is dope!

I used to, like, commute to work on one of those things.

- Yeah. - And tug-of-war, eh?

Me and Sly are gonna wipe the floor with everybody.

We aim to break down any pre-existing negative energy,

and foster positive team morale.

Studies have shown the best way to achieve that

is through fun, physical activities.

Shall we?

Fun, physical activities?

There is no way I'm going on a Segway.

They are death traps.

Maybe you should have thought of that

before you took the job without consulting me!

This is the communal area.

Tea and coffee is available at all times.

And your cabins are just outside.

Ah. Well, I'd better get changed.

I don't want to damage the old custom Rolex.

Mr Young, remember what the doctor said about your angina.

You mustn't over exert yourself.

Stop fussing, woman.

I've, uh, actually got the heart of an ox.

I can handle all types of exertion...

You're in cabin number four, first on the right.

Cabin number four you say?

Well, I'd better take my work bag and laptop

and put it in that cabin.

'Cos this weekend is all about fun with my team, huh?

Not life-changing contracts.

Aleena, with me! Bags!

We need to get those cameras in as soon as possible.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Like, I've got a miniature dachs--

dachs-- weiner dog, Margo.

She loves using Premier Petpals to hang with her friends.

So how does it work exactly?

Ah, well, it's like Tinder, but for dogs.

Bob, can I check something with you, bro?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Did you get the cameras in okay?

Yes.

So Roz, have long have you had this place?

I welcomed my first Voyagers last year.

I actually built a lot of this place myself.

Really?

It's amazing what you can learn on the internet.

Roz, will we be stargazing this weekend?

Hopefully, later.

My Voyagers find it particularly inspiring.

My dad was an amateur astronomer.

We used to come here all the time when I was a girl.

There's no light pollution, you see.

When I decided to start Arden Escapes

I just knew I had to choose this spot.

Awe, that's lovely.

Yeah, you know, I'm a big fan of stars.

I'm a Scorpio, in case you couldn't guess.

- Jessie? - Well...

Jessie? Jessie!

That's me.

My God. That man is unbelievable.

Well, you won't have to put up with him for much longer.

Jacques took the bait.

The motion detector has been triggered.

We got paid for the whole weekend

and we might be home by lunchtime.

You are welcome.

So, you're the mole.

- What?! - Don't be ridiculous.

I mean, look at her.

Does this cardigan scream out espionage to you?

- She triggered the cameras. - Yeah,

and we just caught her going through your work files.

Mr Young, what's going on?

They are working for me, undercover.

Keep up.

Aleena here, she's been working for me for years,

ever since I started up my first company.

We sold steam cleaners.

Premium steam-based domestic appliances.

I'm more of a big picture thinker,

Aleena here, she takes care of all the boring stuff.

- Boring stuff? - Oh, I-I work out the budgets,

manage the work-flowing,

make sure the paperwork is in order.

See? She's just doing her job.

Now these two have got to go along

and set every thing back up again,

'cos you've ruined the trap!

Come on.

Sorry!

Wow.

It feels like Aleena's

literally running the company for him.

You don't suppose she wanted to make a bit of extra cash

on the side, so you?

You think she is the mole?

Well, that handbag is designer.

There's no way she could afford that on an assistant's wage.

Except she's got access to the company files and Rick's laptop

whenever she wants.

She wouldn't need to break in.

Look, we need to focus on Jacques,

do what we were hired to do.

Voyagers, it's time to reclaim the power of connection!

You're playing paintball!

Oh...

Okay.

When colleagues have to work together towards a common goal,

it strengthens their unifying bond.

So we'll be playing Young's Fastenings

versus Premier Petpals.

- Last one standing wins. - Whoo!

Bring it on!

Sorry Scooter, but I think you'll find

we're a very effective team.

Well, most of us.

Hey, it's just a bit of fun, bro.

- Group hug. - Huddle.

Hello? Oui? Yes, I was expecting your call.

Mm-hmm.

Yes, I will get the information over to you as soon as possible.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Yes.

Don't shoot, don't shoot!

I hate violence.

Oh. Oh, me, too,

I'm-- I'm more of a lover than a fighter.

- Shall I...? - Yeah.

Shall we just... Shall we just hide here?

- Yes. - Wait for them to finish playing soldiers.

- Oh, yes. - Yeah...

I'm being chased by The Terminator.

Absolutely. Merci, merci.

I should have bought some snacks.

- I usually do on a stake-out. - Ah, that's sweet.

I meant to say actually, I really loved your handbag.

Yeah, I've always wanted one of those,

but they're a bit expensive.

I don't have anything else to spend my money on.

And I have a really good salary, for a secretary.

Okay.

Yeah, well, from what I've seen, you deserve it.

- I do. - Yeah.

I've done a lot more to help Mr Young than just paperwork

- over the years. - Oh, really?

I knew it!

I knew you wouldn't have the bottle

to do what needs to be done.

- I'm sorry! - Don't shoot, don't shoot.

I'm-- I'll happily surrender.

What's my motto?

Take no prisoners.

- Go on. - Oh, no.

I'm so sorry.

No. You don't need to.

Am I dead?

Now am I fled.

My soul is in the sky.

Tongue, lose thy light.

Moon, take thy flight.

Now, die.

Die, die, die.

I thought you were American.

Dual nationality, bro.

Where's Jacques?

We don't need him.

Sly, get over here!

What are you doing?! We're on the same team!

Sorry. I got a bit carried away.

So did I.

You are so petty.

Me, petty?

You're the one who keeps accusing me

of eating the last biscuit!

That's because you did, and you broke my favourite mug!

I did not!

But I wish I had, cos it was hideous.

You're meant to be a team!

Clearly, we need to go back to basics.

- Now-- - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, darling.

Allow me.

Thank you.

Now, this exercise solidifies trust.

You fall backwards into the waiting arms

of your colleagues who catch you.

Maybe your team should see how it's done.

That is if you're comfortable going first, Rick?

'Course I am, sweetheart. Sly? Jacques?

Look and learn.

Right. Ready?

- Rick? - Okay.

Alright. Here I come!

Oh!

I can't believe he's gone.

The rail must have been live, as soon as he touched it-- bam!

It's no use. I've got no signal.

The shock shorted the lights and music,

it must have affected the phonemast, too.

I'll take a look. Scooter, with me.

I, uh, I don't think I'll be much help, but sure.

Lead on, MacDuff!

This was me, wasn't it?

My stupid DIY wiring.

Oh, we don't know that for sure.

I was so determined to make this place a success,

I ploughed all my inheritance into it.

And now, I've accidentally killed someone!

Shh.

Let us wait and see what the authorities say.

How? We can't get through to them.

Sly is good with his hands,

he will have the phonemast fixed very soon.

Jessie! Jessie!

We might not have time to wait.

This wiring's been deliberately tampered with.

It wasn't an accident, it was murder!

- Any luck?

I mean, we really do need to call the police.

The power surge has completely fried the generator

and anything electrical, even the phonemast.

I am shook, you guys.

And it gets worse.

The, uh, mini-bus was, like, on charge, too,

so that's fried as well.

It's going to take a few hours to get everything up and running.

Great, so we are in the middle of nowhere with no power,

and no way to contact anyone.

Lu and Frank:

Look, Frank, you can't just leave.

Someone needs to find a village and contact the police.

We've been paid, let's just cut our losses.

S-So you'd be alright, would you,

if Keeler was to swoop in,

solve the murder, and take all the glory, huh?

Come on, Frank, these people will open up to us.

We could... We could work this out.

Forget about our stupid argument.

This is much more serious. Someone in there is a murderer!

And a thief.

With the phone alerts down,

I went to check on Rick's laptop-- it's gone.

The mole.

Right and the mole is probably also the killer.

So we're half-way there already.

I mean, it would be nice to see the look on Keeler's face

when he finds out we've solved it already.

Right?

Okay, so we'll stay here and work the case,

but Seb can go and find help.

I'm sorry, Seb can go where?

You need to find the nearest village.

It's a couple of miles East. East.

Through a forest.

Who do you take me for, Errol Flynn?

The definitive Robin Hood?

I'm surrounded by philistines!

No, no, no.

They're not philistines, they're trees!

- Come on, get a wriggle on. - Yeah, go on.

You could, like, "totally take a segway"

and, like, "commute," dude.

- What was that? - I thought it was American.

It wasn't, was it?

W-- The forest? I--

Be brave, Seb.

Oh, look.

- Hi. - Hey.

- Hi! - My money's on the boring Frenchman.

I heard him talking on the phone to someone before

about "le information."

What if he thought Rick was onto him and panicked?

But you know that Sly, he needs to work on his anger issues.

Get this.

Just before the trust fall, he stepped to the side.

He had no intention of catching Rick.

Maybe that was because he knew what was going to happen.

Well, look, with Sly fixing the generator...

His room will be empty.

So I'll go check on it, yeah?

I'll go and see what I can get out of Jacques.

What are you doing in my room?

I would have gone for a nickel four-part stud.

Much stronger for repeated outdoor wear.

Sorry.

I needed some space and I cannot help myself.

Well, you certainly know your stuff.

Although it seemed like Rick

didn't appreciate your expertise.

- Most people do not. - I get it.

Scooter can be a nightmare.

Sometimes I just want to... You know?

No.

Rick was a good boss and a good man.

We got on well.

That's funny because Rick invited us here

to keep an eye on you.

Look, I'm not an intern for a dog app.

- I'm a private investigator. - What?

Rick thought you were working for his competitors,

trying to steal information on the zip contract.

Th-- That is ridicule.

Yeah, but is it, though?

I heard you on the phone earlier.

Sounded like you're up to something.

I...I do have a secret, yes.

But it's not espionage, and it's certainly not murder!

They are opening a museum of press-studs in Slough,

and they have asked me to help curate the Exhibition.

Wow. That sounds... thrilling.

So that's what all the lunchtime meetings were about?

I couldn't say anything to Rick.

He would not have let me do it.

I lied before.

Rick was not a good man or boss.

He was vindictive, especially when it came to business.

Jacques, I've been looking everywhere for you.

Where've you been?

Just a-- Just a late lunch.

- How can I help? - I wanted to thank you.

Your new zip design is a real game changer,

so we're fast tracking production.

That is great news.

It is. It is. It is. It is. It is.

So, I'm going to close down the factory,

move production overseas.

It's gonna save us a fortune,

and... it's all thanks to you.

People think I am strange, I know this.

But to me, a well-made zip or clasp

is the perfect marriage of design and functionality.

The old Mr Young, he shared my passion,

that is why we got on so well.

But Rick, he did not care about tradition or craftsmanship.

All he cared about was profit.

He would of have us make inferior, mass-produced rubbish!

Did Sly know about the factory closure?

But of course, he is Head of Manufacturing.

Have you seen Sly?

I thought he might need these but he's not at the generator.

He has probably gone back to his room for something.

Wait, his room?

You stay away from my partner!

- What are you doing, Frank? - I was saving you.

- What? - Awe, Frank, that's really sweet.

What were you going to do with that?

Sly was just-- he was just showing me pictures of his little daughters.

They're 6 and 3.

Yeah, and he's got another one due next week.

Oh, they're my world.

I was just explaining to Lu

that's why I've been a bit... stressed.

I'm terrified the missus is gonna go into labour early.

- Lu? - Oh, yeah,

I had to come clean, tell him who we really were,

'cos he caught me going through his smalls!

Sly and Lu:

So your bad mood wasn't because Rick

- was closing the factory down? - That, too.

Do you know how many good people he's putting out of work?

- Including you? - No, no, no, no, no.

He had a worse punishment in store for me.

You want me to tell the staff about the closure?

But... I've known those guys most of my life.

Exactly. You know them best.

Besides, I'm more of a big picture strategist.

I don't concern myself with the minor details.

Minor details?!

Careful, it's going to be pretty hard to justify

the Head of Manufacturing when that manufacturing is in China.

I'm really looking for a team player.

Someone I can rely on to carry out what needs to get done.

How's the family, Sly?

Soon to be five I understand?

What an exciting time for you and the wife.

I'll speak to the guys on Monday.

That's the spirit!

He knew I couldn't afford to lose my job.

He had you over a barrel. He's dead, now you're free.

You think I killed him?

If I really wanted to create a lethal shock

I would have done it properly.

And I wouldn't have blown the phonemast.

If my wife goes into labour,

how's she going to get hold of me?

I've wasted too much time already.

I need to get back to the generator.

Looks like Rick was more than just an idiot.

Everyone seemed to hate him, some of them with good reason.

Doesn't help our investigation.

Yeah. Maybe we've reached the end of the line, eh?

But Sebastian must have got a signal on his phone by now.

Keeler should be here any minute, right?

The phone, of course!

Which one's East?

Erm...

Eenie, meenie, mi--

But soft.

What light through yonder window breaks.

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Just call me Errol!

Frank, is this really necessary?

- What? - Well, you're interfering with a dead man!

Well, not the first time, won't be the last!

- Oh. - Look, you said yourself,

Keeler will be here any minute

and I'm not letting that smug idiot solve this.

We need to find out what else Rick was hiding.

Ah.

Got it!

Ah, the case must have stopped it getting fried.

Do you, um, reckon the face ID might work?

Frank, you are not opening a phone with a dead man's face!

Let's just ask Aleena for the PIN code,

she seems to know everything else.

Yeah, she does, doesn't she?

I think the intruder deliberately moved

the framed photo to obscure themselves from view.

They knew where the camera was.

Didn't you, Aleena?

It's not what you think.

It wasn't corporate espionage, it was corporate manslaughter.

There was an incident when I worked for Mr Young's old company.

A steam mop blew up

and a customer ended up dying of their injuries.

Mr Young knew they were potentially dangerous,

but he sold them anyway.

And then his family organised top lawyers

and he shredded all his paperwork,

and deleted all his files.

I bet he paid you a pretty penny to keep quiet too, eh?

It's been killing me ever since.

You have to understand,

I couldn't go against Mr Young's orders.

I was too scared.

So what changed?

I was contacted by a journalist

who was looking for information about the accident.

I just had to get them hard evidence,

so I bought some spy software that reinstated deleted files.

I-I knew he was at an industry awards dinner.

I-I thought I had time.

And now he's dead, you can get the files at your leisure.

No! N-No.

I was trying to remove the software before anyone found it.

I wanted justice, but not like this.

Have you got the details of this journalist that contacted you?

Lu, Frank.

I've tried my best, but...

I don't think I'm going to make it.

And I...

I need to tell you some things.

I have to face what's coming with a clear conscience.

I'm the one who always eats the last biscuit.

I only plant the empty packets on Lu's desk

because I don't want to have to buy the next lot.

And Frank, I broke your favourite mug.

On purpose.

That had to be done, it was an affront to good taste.

And Lu, dear Lu.

I lied when I said that purple jumpsuit suited you.

You looked like a human Quality Street.

And... there's more.

Something isn't right about this journalist.

They're too... too pushy, too emotional.

It's like it's personal to them.

Well, maybe they're not press at all.

Maybe they're a relative of the victim.

Yeah. What if they just followed Rick here to kill him?

What if they're still hiding somewhere on-site?

Sebastian?

It was terrifying, I came this close to death.

I could have given in to starvation or to the elements.

Thank you. I could have been eaten.

Really? What by? A badger?

You were only gone an hour and a half!

Poor Sebastian.

Don't suppose you fancy trying again, do you?

No? That's fine, that's fine.

Yeah, we'll just stay here

and wait for Sly to fix the generator.

Won't take much longer, will it?

Now that Keeler's

not going to be here any time soon,

we've got to solve this one ourselves.

So, you think this person

who was contacting Aleena is our murderer?

Look at the last message.

Uh..."I'm taking matters into my own hands."

They do sound like the words of a would-be killer.

If only we had more than a stupid username to go on.

- 1610ganymede. Ganymede? - Ganymede, yes.

It's Jupiter's largest moon.

- Is it? - Mm.

I, uh, once played Galileo

in a very well-received community production

about the Medici family.

I know who it is.

You're private investigators?

And you're @1610ganymede, aren't you?

Named after a famous astronomer's discovery.

Your dad must have taught you all about Galileo, right?

You never mentioned how he died,

but we're guessing he was the customer killed

by Rick's faulty product?

Is that why you electrocuted him?

No! I don't know what you're talking about.

I understand.

My mum died a couple of years ago and it's...

Well, you never really get over it, do you?

And it's obvious that you really did love him very much.

You built this whole centre in his favourite place.

And it must have been so frustrating

when Rick wriggled out of all the charges.

Is that why you contacted Aleena?

Yeah. But then she let you down.

She failed to produce the evidence,

didn't she, that you needed?

You must have felt like the only person

you could rely on was yourself.

So you engineered a way for Rick to come to you, am I right?

I reached out, gave him a great deal on a weekend.

I just wanted to confront him,

have him admit what he did to dad and say sorry.

But Rick wasn't the kind of person

to take responsibility for his actions.

No.

You know, you remind me a lot of myself, Roz.

I'm not afraid to put myself out there.

Show the team that I can be hands-on.

It is important to lead by example.

I understand you used to run your own company

before taking over the family business.

It was World Stage Steam Products, wasn't it?

Someone's done their homework.

- Well actually I-- - Could have been huge for us.

Number one provider

of steam-based cleaning devices in the world.

But we had to fold because of some idiot customer.

I'm sorry, what?

Yeah they hurt themselves on one of our products.

Clearly, they were using it incorrectly,

but we got the blame.

Total witch hunt.

Luckily, the law saw sense,

but it ended up costing us the company.

You know, sometimes, Roz,

there really is no justice in the world.

Lads, let's talk tactics.

You're right, there is no justice.

He actually thought he was the victim.

So you decided to punish him yourself.

I re-wired the PA system during your paintball match.

It was meant to be a small shock.

Non-lethal for other people,

but not for Rick with his angina.

I wanted it to look like he had a heart attack.

Clearly, I got the wiring wrong.

It's ironic, really,

now I'll be the one charged with manslaughter.

Uh, this wasn't a workplace accident.

You're looking at murder charge, Roz.

Sly's fixed the generator!

Oh!

Frank! Move!

Where did she go?

Oh!

Hey, Frank...

Do it!

Seb, come with me!

Yes. Where to?

- Where are we going? - Come with me!

Come on.

Now!

Oh.

Whoops!

What's going to happen to the business now?

Old Mr Young is too upset to come out of retirement.

So... he's asked Aleena to step up.

Turns out he knew she was the one with the real brains

behind the operation.

I'm keeping production in the UK.

And the Youngs are going to sponsor

Jacques' press-stud exhibition.

I-I'm sure I can get you and Frank

some free tickets when it opens.

Merci beaucoup.

I don't regret it, you know.

Save it for the formal statement, Miss Shepherd.

I want her processed and ready for an interview

- as soon as we get back. - Yes, Sir.

What's this I hear about you on the back of a Segway, Frank?

I would have loved to have seen that.

Except that would've meant you being here,

actually doing your job.

Instead of leaving us to do it, again.

I think I preferred it when you guys were working separately.

It was a lot less hassle for me.

Ooh.

Um... How did you know what Lu had in mind before,

with the tug-of-war rope?

Well, she might get on my nerves most of the time.

But when it matters, we've got each other's back.

- Awe. - Yeah.

Well, I think we decided that it was a waste of time

blaming each other for petty grievances in the office.

Mm.

We should be blaming you.

Yeah, as soon as I got my phone signal back,

an interesting video came though.

I can explain.

- I wore that jumpsuit to my cousin's wedding! - I loved that mug!

Well...

Do you, uh, think we should go after him?

No. He'll reach the nearest village eventually.

Unless, of course, he gets eaten by a badger.