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- Afternoon.
- Here he is.

Come to tell us you're tripling
the surveillance, have you?

- No.
- No?

What?
Why not?

We're putting Constable Tulloch
on your front door to guard you.

He'll be here at sunset, but
we should all stick together.

- I'd be safer in the Bronx.
- Oh, it's just scare tactics.

Yeah, really,
really good ones...

Severed heads, spit roast.
What next?

We're way out of our depth,
Aggie.

Don't be ridiculous.

- Get a grip, man.
- He's right.

Someone really does want you
to back off.

Yeah, here's an idea,
a radical thought...

Why don't we back off?
To, like, um, Pluto?

We cannot
and will not be bullied.

Right, Bill,
any information on that box yet?

Nothing.
It was clean.

So was Beech's cottage.
A real pro.

See?
Organized crime.

I'm gonna end up in bed
with a horse.

Well, it wouldn't be
the first time.

- Rude.
- Come on, everyone.

Just let's get logical
about this.

Absolutely. Let's go to the
French Riviera for two weeks.

What could be more logical?

I must say,
I've heard worse ideas.

- Florida.
- Yes, please. Miami.

No.
Amy Beech was going to Florida.

That was the dream.

That's what she wanted
money for.

From working at Hollies,

from cashing in her pension,
from the storage box,

and... I don't know...
Maybe the murderer.

Well, how do you know?

It's all over her social media.

And whose phone is that?

Best not ask.
Just this once.

Look. Property she'd looked at,
job applications.

Listings, properties,
articles on the Keys.

Any idea why she was leaving?

I think she was unhappy.

I mean, I still need to work out
a timeline of events,

but so many posts
on her social media.

I mean, all she ever did.

Well, we all do that.

Where's that little black
notebook thingy?

Oh.
Um, it got taken.

I, um... I got lured outside.

What was in this notebook
thingy, really?

Numbers, letters...
sort of in lists.

Hang on.

I think I can remember them.

What?

Close your mouth, Bill.

Well done.

I mean, really well done.

Right, well, I have to get back
to the station,

but I'll see you later.

Yeah.

Perhaps I should pop in
on Sarah.

Charles?

Why are you checking on Sarah?

Because of what happened
with the cakes.

- Uh-huh.
- I just thought someone

should make sure she's okay.

- And is that it?
- Hmm?

Is that all?

Well, no.
It's not all, actually.

I don't think she should be
on her own at all at the moment.

I mean, Jez isn't back yet.
And you heard what Bill said.

We should all stick together.

Oh, really?
Yes.

So you are going to spend the
night with her, then, are you?

No, but, actually,
why doesn't she come 'round here

and spend the night with you?

- Oh.
- Mm.

- Okay? Good.
- Okay.

So, Charles...

you, uh...

you weren't intending
to do the...

jiggy-jiggy thing with her,
then, were you?

Agatha!

- Charles.
- She's married!

Since when has that stopped you?

Well...

There's a first time
for everything, you know?

Well, a tractor
don't just disappear, does it?

- Everything all right?
- Yep.

Be right there, Mrs. Richards.

When you said you had
vital information,

I didn't think you meant
about a combine harvester.

I'll send one of my officers
to take a full statement, okay?

No obvious tire tracks.

Why would anyone steal
farm machinery?

We could go farm door to farm
door trying to search for them.

That's a lot of farms

in the middle
of a murder investigation.

And apparently, it's not
just farm machinery.

Harvey Medlicott's Porsche
got nicked, too.

That could be anyone, though.

Even I'd think about
nicking a Porsche.

I know Harvey.
I'll drop in on the way home,

have a word after I'm done here.

All right.

Sarge, what do you make
of what happened to Gary?

Do you think it's because
he was a copper?

You know, pigs and all that?

I'm not sure.

We're checking past cases,
see if there's anything.

Do you think he was on the take?

Gary was such a stickler.

I find that hard to believe.

Yeah.
Me too.

What are we gonna tell Wilkes
about all this?

I don't think we bother.

He's too busy suspecting Agatha
of murder.

Thanks, Billy.

I'm not about to be struck
by lightning, am I?

Of course not.

Have you come to pray?

Said mine earlier.
No.

Um, we thought that you
shouldn't be alone tonight,

so I'm here to suggest
that you come to Agatha's later.

That's very kind, but I ought to
stay here for the parishioners.

People tend to drop by.

They're lucky to have you.

Lucky that you've been here
for them.

Maybe you could come to me
instead.

- Excuse me?
- Well, then I won't be alone

and still be available
for the parishioners.

Last night of freedom.

Please.

Okay.

Hello, boy. Get down.

Oh, God. Calm down.

Is Roy a wee bit scared
of the boogeyman?

- Mm.
- Reporting for duty,

- Mrs. Raisin.
- Oh, thank you.

Why don't you come in
and join us for a wee dram?

I would, thank you.
I'm on duty. But you enjoy.

- Mm-hmm.
- Does that remind you of home?

Yeah, it does a little bit.

Cut the chatter.
Let's get on with it.

Well, you know where I am.

I do. Thank you.

Funny that, isn't it?
Billy and I,

both from the same place...

Goodness.
I wonder what happened.

Well, just as well
I lit some candles.

- Yes.
- More wine?

I'm not sure.
Do you think?

Why not?

Oh, I've got something for you.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh. What is it?

Hemorrhoid cream.

Thank you.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Are the others okay,
do you think?

Maybe we should check.

I'm sure they're fine.

Yes.

Yes, yes.

Silly.

I'm sure they're fine.

Why not?

Sarah?
Fear not!

The cavalry have arrived,

and we have Constable Tulloch
on guard outside,

so we're in good, safe hands.

Come on through.

That's a relief, then, isn't it,
Charlie boy?

Oh!
Wha... What?!

You know.

Everything okay?

You tell me.
What's with the power?

- Is it the grid?
- I'm not sure.

They all right inside?

Seem to be, aye.

Stay warm.

I'll try.

So, what do we do now...
Sing songs?

"Kumbaya," anyone?

- I actually have a copy of that.
- Of course you do.

Evening, all.

Room for a small one?

I think there's always room
for you, Bill.

So, what news from the front?

- Are we under attack?
- I don't think so.

I'm sure it's just
a temporary glitch.

What in God's hell's name
was that?

Trucks?

In Carsely?

In the middle of the night?

Army maneuvers?

Can't be.

No one's informed the police.

Well, should we take a look?

No. You stay here.
We'll go.

Uh... actually, no.

- I'm coming.
- You go for it.

Stand up for equality, Toni.

I'll be right with you.
Except that I'm not.

I'm gonna do my bit
by staying put.

- Roy.
- What?

I would like a quiet word
with Sarah, please.

Well, then you're head bid

if I do actually get abducted
by aliens.

A word?
About what?

Yes.
Um...

I'm just a little bit concerned
about Charles.

Hemorrhoids.

Where's your man?

Don't know.

Billy?!

Right.
We should go look for him.

Or go back inside.

- Well, someone should stay here.
- I'll stay here.

Billy!

Roy, you go that way.

By myself?

Oh, yeah. Great.
Just bloody marvelous.

Could be in Manhattan,
but no, I just go down here

on my own without a torch
and just a baguette for company.

Toni.

Come here.

Billy?

Billy, what happened?

You have got to be kidding me.

Oh!

- What happened?
- Don't know.

He was just lying there.

- What?
- Oh, my goodness.

- You okay?
- Aye.

Someone came up behind.

Whacked me with the stone.

Let's have a look.

Well, you're very lucky
you're still in one piece.

Skulls of granite, us Scots, eh?

- How about you, Charles?
- Me?

Yeah.
How's your chin?

My chin?

I am a happily married woman,
Charles, and...

- Hmm.
- You have a new message.

One new message.

Sarah. Uh, Jez.

Slight change of plan.

Sorry.
Meant to ring a few days ago.

Guess what.
Great news.

They've extended my post for
at least another six months,

so I won't be coming home yet.

I hope that's okay.

We'll speak soon, yeah?

Answer off.

♪ Kumbaya, my Lord ♪

♪ Kumbaya ♪

- ♪ Kumbaya, my Lord ♪
- Where's Roy?

- Uh...
- Wait a minute.

Where's... Where's Roy?!

- ♪ Kumbaya, my Lord ♪
- ROY:

♪ Kumbaya ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

Still nothing from Roy.

Am I hallucinating,
or are you being nice to me?

It's called guilt, Charles.

I had no idea for one second
that she was gonna just...

I mean, seriously.

I know.
What a woman.

So you're not annoyed with her?

More admiring of her loyalty,
actually.

Are you a bit annoyed with me?

Mm.

Well, however misguided
it might have been...

Yes.
Well...

I know that you
don't believe me, Agatha,

but my intentions towards Sarah
were entirely honorable.

- Mm...
- Yes, they were!

Anyway, what are
we gonna do about Roy?

I don't know.

Well, perhaps he's shacked up
with those Polish boys.

Well, I hope so.

I sent him out there.
I told him to follow you.

And if I hadn't...

That'll be him, saying
he's find a new dogging site.

It's from his phone.

"Do anything and he's dead man."

Don't suppose you have
anything vegan.

I'll take that as a no.

Roy Silver disappeared
last night.

We've got officers
looking for him,

but I think he might
have been kidnapped.

Right.
Well, what are we doing here?

Well, Brendan Bagshot
had all three

of his articulated loaders
stolen.

So can you articulate for me

what an articulated loader
actually is?

A heavy equipment machine
used for loading materials...

Demolition debris,
quarry stones, gravel...

You name it.

Basically, they're big.
Really big.

So how come he didn't notice
them getting pocketed?

Him and his wife wear earplugs.

Both big snorers.

Thieves can't have known that,
though, can they?

I can't see how, but it's not
the first farm machinery

- that's gone missing recently.
- So three of these things

just walked off down the street,
did they?

Unless they were loaded
onto something even bigger.

Most of Carsely heard rumblings
last night.

After the village
was just conveniently

plunged into darkness.

No street lighting, no nothing.

So my original question
remains...

What are we doing here,

and what's it got to do
with the kidnapping?

Well, what if the two things
are linked?

What if whoever's stealing
the machinery is linked

to the killings
and Roy's disappearance?

Oh, I doubt it.

There's always been
agricultural crime

'round this neck of the woods.

Now, what you need to do
is focus solely

- on the murder investigation.
- I am.

Don't be greedy, son.

If I were you...
Which I'm not, obviously,

on account of, you know,
lots of things...

But if I were you,

I wouldn't try to run
before I could walk.

Do you know what I mean?

Solve a crime one at a time.

Oh, that rhymes, actually.

You've still got a lot to learn.

Right.

Earplugs?!

How come
these kidnapping cretins

- knew that the Bag-thingies...
- Shots.

Yes.
Thank you, Detective Sergeant.

Bagshots.
Wore earplugs?

I have no idea.

Could someone in the family
be in on it?

Childless.
I checked.

It can't just be a fluke,
though, right?

Last night's activities
must have been planned

well in advance.

And they came this way, right?

We think so.

Here's where we found Tulloch.

I mean, otherwise, we would have
seen them in action.

So someone is stealing
and transporting

industrial farm machinery
and selling it off.

Around here?

I think it could be
international.

Big business.

Which explains why they would go
to such great lengths

to actually kill people

- and kidnap others.
- Exactly.

But what would any of this
have to do with Beech,

I mean, let alone Amy?

Arrests.

Beech arrested people,
didn't he?

Charged them, ticketed them.

So can we see if Beech arrested
the, uh, Bag...

- Bagshots.
- Thank you.

- I can check, yeah.
- Good.

And Roy.

Do you know where Roy was
when he was taken?

Well, we don't know,
but he went this way.

Is there anybody there?

Yeah, okay.
Thanks. Yeah.

You were right.

Beech arrested the Bagshots
and charged them

with disturbing the peace
outside of a pub.

They were rowing
about each other's snoring.

Maybe it was him that told them
to get the earplugs.

So he's identifying targets.

Well, he was everywhere,
and he knew everything.

He would have known
which farmers leave what where.

What did you say these machines
were called?

Articulated loaders.

I think I know
what the lists are about.

So, A.L.... articulated loader.

C.H.... combine harvester.

T... tractor.

Is there a P for Porsche?

What's all this about a Porsche?

One got stolen.
Tulloch's onto it.

And the numbers... I mean,
coordinates, map references?

So Beech was locating machinery
that could be stolen

and passing that information on,
but to whom?

Someone with a big truck.

Hang on.
You had a text.

What did your text say?

Uh...

"Do anything and he's dead man."

- Missing an A.
- Mm.

Well, I thought that was
just a typo, but...

Maybe, but could be how Cezary
and Tycjan speak.

And they have a truck.

Good point.

Help!

Let me out!

Help!

Right. I'll go and have a casual
word with this Fiona woman.

Plenty of little nooks
and crannies around here

that someone could
easily hide Roy.

She's definitely not a fan
of the brothers.

Oh, really?

Because they've been
thieving stock for a while.

Well, do they have
any kind of criminal record?

No.
We checked them out,

along with
all the other employees here.

Any way we could track
their movements

in and out of the country?

I can contact
the Passport Office.

Good.
You do that.

You two, stay here.

Yep.

- Hi.
- Hello.

How's it going?

Oh, not great.

- The press have been in touch.
- Oh, you should have called me.

Didn't your husband say?

I said I'll help field
the press for him.

I used to work in that area.

He didn't mention anything.

Least of our worries.

The bank have been
in touch, too.

Oh, dear.
What did they want?

What do you think?
Money.

Ah.

I thought the businesses
were thriving.

This one is.

Husband around?

He is firefighting
at the other stores.

Sorry.
Can this wait?

As you can see,
I'm a little busy.

Could I just have a quick word
about your, uh, outhouses

and storage facilities
on your property?

Who has access to them?

Uh, we sort of leave the storage
to the Marciniaks.

You know, Polish boys.

Uh, sorry.

I need to have a word with them
before I head into town.

Excuse me.

The Marciniak brothers.
Polish nationals.

Yes, please.

Thank you.

So, Toni, about...

Yeah?

Well, about, uh...

Agatha...

Agatha?

Yeah. Um... what's she like
to work for?

Oh. Uh...

impossible, but kind of cool.

You're very good, you know.

You gonna pursue it long term?

Working for the Agster?

I doubt it.

Probably just a phase
I'll grow out of.

You could always do it
professionally.

You could do a lot worse
than joining the force.

What's wrong with that?

You serious?

You think?

I do.

- Bill.
- Yeah?

Look, about...

So...

Bunchie's not around,
and his good lady wife

is just about to tootle off
into town,

which gives us
a perfect opportunity

for a bit of a poke around.

Did I interrupt something?

- No.
- No.

Oi, oi.

What is this one up to?

Right.
Now's our chance.

Right, Toni, I want you to
distract the other brother.

Give Bill and I a little bit
of an opportunity

to check out those outhouses.

How do I do that?

Seriously?
"How do I do that?"

Toni, you flirt,
just like you did the other day.

Well, I didn't know
he might be a murderer then.

What other day?

It was nothing.

Long enough to erase
your memory.

Well, go on, then.
Off you go.

Tootle off.
Hop it.

Come on, then... Romeo.

What flirting?

Jak sie masz?

What?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Why the hurry?

Need this done
for Mrs. Richards.

Focus.

Stop worrying.

- She likes you!
- You sure?

I'm sure.
Just... not now.

Go.

Roy? Roy!

- Any luck?
- No, nothing.

Say, mister, why did you ask
about our village?

Are you, uh, gonna come visit?
Is that why?

I'd, uh, I'd really like that.

- Can I be honest?
- Please.

I'm gay.

And it's your friend I like.

Ah! Roy.

Yep.

I was too shy to talk to him.

Now...

Hey! Down!

He really liked you, too.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Got it, yeah.

Well, w-what is it?

Passport Office confirmed
that the Marciniak brothers

have been on regular trips
in and out of the country.

- Toni.
- Ju... Hey!

I think she's got it covered.

All right. I have to go.
You have to go.

Go.

Okay.
Hold it there.

D.S. Wong, Evesham Police.

- Stay where you are, please.
- Roy?

What's all this?

Aid for refugees.

Thank you.
That's very much appreciated.

Okay.
We gather donations.

We store them here
and then take them abroad.

Why didn't you say?

We thought
you wouldn't be happy.

We would lose our jobs.

And then we'll have to go home,

and we wouldn't be able
to help refugees.

So you weren't stealing stock?

No.

It was Amy.

She even tried to sell some on
to us.

To make money to leave.

She was lonely after marriage

and wanted to start
everything again.

Why did you ask about Carsely?

Because we haven't asked
for donations there yet.

And, uh... Cezary likes you.

Oh, can we stop it with
all this lovey-dovey schtick?

So, you two
didn't send me a text?

- No.
- Well, whoever did

either made
a simple grammatical error

or a very convenient
grammatical error,

which made us think
that it was you.

Where's your husband right now?

Because I've just called
all the other stores,

and he's not at any of them.

- Well, that's what he told me.
- Right.

And how come all those
other stores are failing

when this one is doing
so remarkably well?

Because Bunchie filled it
with different stock.

I have no idea why.

Clothes, furniture,
all sorts of tap from abroad.

How does he transport the stock
from abroad?

He has a fleet of trucks.

And do you know where he keeps
this fleet of trucks?

Yes.

Presumably they need
to transport the machinery

out the country
as fast as possible.

So, what does he do?
He takes days out.

He says he's visiting the other
stores, when, in actual fact,

he's abroad,
doing a cheeky little handover.

In return for cash
or alternate items.

Beech was his spotter
for the machinery.

But where does this Porsche
fit in?

Oh!

That is gross.

Go, go, go!

Where's Roy?

I don't know.
I-I mean... who?

Oh, don't you give me that.

You... You didn't want
my P.R. advice, did you?

You wanted to know
what I was up to.

So just you tell me...
Where's Roy?

Thank you.

Scott, go with her.

Scott, come on, man!

Go on!

Roy? Roy?

Come on.

What have you done with him?

Have you killed him
as well as Beech?

I didn't kill anyone.
I mean, what do you think I am?

Oh, you...
You don't want to know.

- If you didn't, who did?
- Come on. Who did?

All right. All right.
It's the gang we smuggle to.

Beech got too big for his boots.

He went solo, traded a Porsche.

And the... the gang,
well, they weren't happy.

He needed to be taught a lesson
as a warning.

What about Amy?

- I-I don't know.
- You'll have plenty of time

to figure it out
down at the station.

Would you just...
Just hang on a Roly Mo?

Something's not quite right
here.

Why are you so nervous?
Hmm?

Why do you think he's so
nervous, Constable Tulloch, eh?

What does your Lowlander
instinct tell you?

My instincts tell me
we've got him bang to rights.

But have we, though?

You just let him go
just for a second, please.

I don't think
he's gonna be going anywhere.

Why didn't you file a report
on the missing Porsche

when you said you did?

Bill told me.

I mean, why would you do that?

Unless, of course,
you didn't want it investigated.

Slipped my mind. Didn't want
Bill thinking I'd forgotten.

Oh, yes, of course.
The wrath of Bill!

He's a fearsome creature,
isn't he?

He was in charge
of the investigation.

Ooh! I think I might have
touched a little nerve there.

How did that make you feel, hmm?

You being passed over time
and time again for promotion,

eh, Constable?

Is she mad?

Quite possibly,
but she's normally right.

And, you know, another thing

that just doesn't sit
quite right is the accent.

The Dumfries accent.

It just doesn't, well, ich...
sound that Dumfries to me.

And you tell me another thing.

What genuine Lowlander
would give a fellow Lowlander

a bottle of whiskey
from the Highlands?

- Is this a joke?
- No, this is not a joke.

And you need to get that
into your thick granite head...

You know, the one that was
whacked from behind with a stone

that barely left a mark.

You faked that, didn't you,

so that we wouldn't see
what was up ahead in the road.

Which was Bunchie here
with his loaders.

Not a very good bodyguard
either, were we?

I mean, you left your post
at the first sign of a noise.

I went to see what was going on.

You know...

I don't think
you did kill anyone,

but I think that you did
kidnap Roy

while this one here was
pretending to distract everyone

being whacked in the back
of the head, rolling about,

flailing on the floor.

Now, if you really want
to help yourself,

I would suggest that now
is a very good time to do that.

Easy, Billy.

He told me to do it.

Utter nonsense.

So, as well as being
the Scottish brawn,

- he is also the brains of it.
- Yeah.

Yeah, he knows who leaves
what machinery where.

He brought in Beech.

Yet he was with Beech the night
the snorers were arrested.

He knew that your business
was in trouble.

He knew that you were strapped
for cash

and that you had trucks.

But Beech... ugh... he stole
that Porsche, didn't he?

He was off going solo,

and you couldn't have that,
could you?

She's right, isn't she, Billy?

And what would you know
about it, Sergeant Wong?

Always so busy studying for
your stupid sergeant's exams.

- Who gives a...
- We do!

And you tell me...
What was Amy's part in this?

Silly cow.

Figured out I was in cahoots
with her ex-husband.

- Tried to blackmail me.
- For cash.

And what proud Scot
would do that?

I know.

Because you're a bit chippy,
aren't you?

You're like me.

You don't like
being second best.

Sick of losing, weren't you?

Sick of people lording it
over me,

sick of people thinking they're
better than me when they're not!

I saw an opportunity.
I took it.

So you tell me, then...

What have you done
with my friend Roy?

I'm free!

I'm alive!

I'm Roy bloody Silver!

- Follow him!
- I'll drive!

- But you can't drive!
- Billy, it's over!

Oh, hold on!
Stop! Stop! Stop!

Billy! Don't!

Ah. Thank you.

I wanted to say that I'm sorry.

Oh.

- No need.
- Yes, there is.

Agatha seemed to think
that perhaps you were,

- um... you know.
- Mm.

Well, it turns out that she can
be wrong about some things.

Anyway, truth be told,
you're way, way too good for me.

In every sense.

Well, I do hope
we can be friends.

Yes.
I'd like that.

And I'm really sorry
to hear about Jez.

Yeah.
Me too.

But I'm not waiting.

I'm thinking I might apply
to become a vicar.

Really?

That's great.

Congratulations.

Cezary asked me on a date.

Oh, really?

Great.

I said no.

Oh, really?

Great!

Actually, there's something
I want to ask you.

Go for it.

Do you want...

I mean, only if you want...

do you want me to give you
some driving lessons?

What?

Only you.

- I'm a good teacher.
- Okay.

Yeah. I'd, um...
I'd really like that.

Great.

Looks like it's just me
and you again, Roy.

Speak for yourself.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Welcome.

You have got to be kidding me.

They look good together,
don't they?

Hmm?

Yeah.

Yeah, they do, actually.

How are you doing?
You okay?

Yeah, you know what?
I am.

I'm looking forward
to the future.

You know what?

So am I.

May I interest everyone
in a cheeky little mulled wine?

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Cheers.
- Cheers, everyone.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Cheers.