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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.