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OK, chest up.

Soft knees, everybody.

Remember your frame. Think elegance.

Nice extension. Good.

You need a bit more drive from
the standing foot.

Nice control, though.

Still arms!

We're dancing the waltz, remember,
not directing traffic!

Camomile with a spot of honey
for your nerves.

Thank you.

Poor Brian!
The sight of him lying there!

One minute, he's up a ladder
with glitter balls, the next... Oh!

And this is all part of the curse?

There is no curse.
It's social media trolls.

Helped along by the Stratford Star.

Stella and Desmond Lucas -
they also taught at the school,

died last month on their way
to judge a ballroom competition.

It's hardly the greatest advert.

And all three were
business partners?

Yes. There's only half
of us left now in the tontine.

Sorry, the ton-what?

That's how we started,
as a tontine -

three dance couples,
we all invested.

Of course, we've expanded
since then -

we own quite a few schools now.

I'm so sorry,
I've no idea what a ton... tine is.

If you'll allow me.

A TON-tine or ton-TINE is

a legal agreement by which
participants invest equally to buy,

own or build something,

and that something is
then jointly owned.

As the participants die off,
their shares are...

...shared, as it were.

Because shares can't be passed on
or inherited,

the last person alive
gets everything.

It's essentially
a mortality lottery, isn't it?

Wow! That was impressive, wasn't it?

No, it wasn't -
he's reading it off his phone.

Ha-ha!

Mr Hathaway,
students are cancelling.

Numbers are down by 60%.
We need help.

I don't know what we can do.
I can't do anything about trollies.

- Trolls.
- Yeah, them.

But you can confirm
that it's nonsense,

there is no curse.
The school is perfectly safe.

I need people to know that.

I've always fancied trying
ballroom dancing, actually.

Cos it's just so glamorous,
isn't it?

With all the make-up

and the hair and the sequins
and the heels!

And that's just the men.

Well, you'd be a natural.
You have lovely posture.

Do I? Oh, thank you!

So have you!

I can no other answer make

but thanks and thanks
and ever thanks.

So, Mr Hathaway...

- Mm.
- ..can you help us?

Let's get some details from you.

Come on, take some notes.

- Right, what's our plan of action?
- We haven't got one.

- What?
- It's just social media guff, isn't it?

It'll go away.

Besides, we can't deny something
that doesn't exist, can we?

Can't we?

Course not,

cos that would be a negative
denying another negative,

which is a double negative.
See, you just can't.

So what are you saying?

That we just cash the cheque
and do nothing?

No, we get hold of
the coroner's report,

confirm accidental death in both
cases, and then we cash her cheque.

Please, Frank, can't
we just go down there,

have a look at the dresses,
see what's going on?

I am not setting foot in

a building where they wear
gold lame and do the foxtrot.

- I hate fleckles!
- Oh!

- Pleeaassee!
- Mm!

OK, how about this? I ring Beattie

and tell her we'll send over
our best undercover man.

Oh, yes, good idea!

- Sebastian?
- Yes?

- How do you fancy a day...
- Two days.

...Two days in the dance studios?
Have a little mooch around.

You can't just mooch about
aimlessly, he needs to...

Oh, heaven forfend! That would be
Mooch Ado About Nothing!

Never mind.

And your undercover name is?

Anton.

And you're ready to join the school?

Just you try and stop me.

Good! You'll enjoy it.

We're a pretty friendly bunch here,
really, like one big family.

This is where you register.

Beattie?

Tania will take you through
the form. I'll leave you to it.

It isn't up to you, Tania!

Oh, yes, it is!

You are not dancing
with my son in Blackpool.

We're in the semifinals. We're the
favourites to win. Tell her, Toby!

My son needs a proper partner.

We're going to Blackpool,
Tania. We will partner in

the semifinals, whether
you like it or not.

He's dancing with Svetlana,
aren't you, Toby?

Since when?

Since I realised her pasodoble
is better than yours.

You're not holding my son back.

Toby, is this true?

- It's...
- It's done!

How dare you interfere!

How dare you think
you can match my son!

You have no natural talent, Olivia!

You've about as much grace
as a giraffe on roller-skates,

and your waltz is like
a stuffed wardrobe.

I'll pop back later.

Yes!

You're very agile. Oh, dear God!

Samba is all about being
confident, bold.

So flirt, flirt, flirt!
Grab your partner's attention,

feel the heat from their moves.
Let them feel your heat.

Ooh, that is quite a lot of heat!

You're supposed to dance
with untamed passion,

not stagger like an ironing board.

Hips! Where are your hips?

Here?

What the hell is this?

It's my sexy hip action.

You're completely knock-kneed!

What?

I did a whole dance module
at Rada... rather, a prestigious

Australian Academy,
and nobody ever mentioned THAT.

You want to get your money back.

Right! Well done, everybody.
Well done!

I will see you all here tomorrow.

Hi.

Sorry about earlier.

Don't let it put you off joining.
I'm Toby.

I help out with demonstrations.
They call me Mr Rumba.

Or Mr Philkes,
which is actually my real name.

Anton.

Good dance name. Welcome.
It's good to have some young blood.

So...

All the women, eh?

That's why you're here,
is it? For the women?

I can honestly say it's not.

I seduced my girlfriend
through the rumba.

Oh? Oh, you don't
need to show me. Wow!

It's not called the dance of love...

...for nothing.

Toby!

Something wicked this way comes.

I made your sandwiches.
It's your favourite cheese.

And home-made pickle.
And I made you some biscuits.

Thank you.

You look tired, darling.

You need to save your
energy for Blackpool.

I'm fine.

- Remember to rest after class.
- I will!

And stay away from Olivia.

You've got so much talent, darling.
She'll only hold you back.

Yeah, cheers, mate.
I owe you a pint.

That was Don from
the Coroner's Office -

he got a look at Stella
and Desmond Lucas' report.

Out driving late one night, heavy
rain, lost control of the car.

So Beattie was right -

it was a tragic accident.
Any word on Brian?

He's going to get back to me
on that as soon as possible.

- Cheers.
- Thank you.

Well, I was looking at
the books of the dance school

and, before the rumours started,
they were making

- a fortune, so we're in the wrong game.
- No, we're not.

Dancing is not my idea
of time well spent,

especially since my wedding.

You know, I led my bride
onto the dance floor for

the first dance, twisted my ankle.

- Aw! What was your first dance?
- Bat Out Of Hell.

Sebastian's going to teach me
a few steps. Want to join in?

- Argentine tango.
- Nah, I'm busy.

And then we're going to do
the batucadas later.

Yeah, I'll be out doing
the battered cod.

So, how do we start?

You go back on your right.

Ooh!

Side step with your left
and join them together.

So did you learn anything else
at the dance school,

apart from the tango?

Philistine. And this way.

Actually, that school is not
a happy place at the moment.

You could cut the atmosphere
with a kni... Knife. Oh, sorry.

You're OK.

How do you mean?

Well, Beattie's daughter, Olivia,
and Tania hate each other.

Yes, it's really quite grim,
to be honest.

Oh, great.
What am I supposed tell Beattie?

It's not social media
that's driving her students away,

it's her daughter
and her teaching staff?

Careful, Tania's not staff.
She's a tontine member.

She owns as much of
the school as Beattie does.

Oh! So maybe we should just tell her
the truth.

You know, tell her
what you've found out.

Well, on the plus side,
there's no death curse.

As soon as we get confirmation
of accidental death on Brian,

I'll tell her we're done,
case closed.

I'm going back tomorrow,
whatever happens.

- No, you won't.
- Yes, I am. You promised me two days, remember?

Samba, followed by tango,
followed by rumba.

I will get this.
That was annoyingly good.

Thank you. Did you like it?

No?

And when you arrived, the
door was already open?

Yes.

And you didn't see anybody else?

Only the cleaner. Poor Tania.

Maybe the school really is cursed.

- Cursed?
- Oh, erm...

Rumour going round.
It's all over social media.

Rubbish. It's obviously a break-in.

She's walked in
right in the middle of...

I'm not discussing this with you.

- Why were you here in the firstplace?
- I brought my enrolment form.

- So you're not undercover?
- No...

Not at all.

I am here to loosen my swivel
and polish my shimmy.

And Frank Hathaway has no idea
that you're here?

He's not a dance fan.

You tell Frank Hathaway
I'm watching him.

- Am I clear?
- Crystal.

Now get out.

- Don't mind me.
- Out!

- A burglary?
- That's what Keeler says.

How did it look to you?

Well, the place was
a mess, so it's possible.

Thanks, Sebastian,
we'll see you later.

Do you think Keeler's right?
She walked in on someone?

I don't buy it.

Three sets of deaths?
Something's going on.

Maybe the school is cursed
after all.

Curse or not, there's a pattern

and I don't like the look of it
one bit.

She was one of my oldest,
dearest friends.

Maybe you should take
a couple of days off.

I've no intention of going back into
that school until I know it's safe.

That could have been me.

When you came to see us,
you mentioned the tontine. Yes.

And there are only half
of the members left.

And now Tania's gone too.

It's just myself and Ben. Ben?

You don't think this is
about the tontine, do you?

No. We're just trying to keep
an open mind about everything.

You don't have an address
for this guy Ben, do you?

Benedict Lovedon.

I don't, I'm afraid.

Phone number or a date of birth?

You don't think he's in any danger,
do you?

We're just looking
at the bigger picture.

Well, I don't know where he is.
We completely lost touch.

- Is that a photograph of you?
- With Ben, yes.

He was the best partner I ever had.

That man could dance
on an egg and not crack the shell.

- They look amazing, don't they, Frank?
- Yeah, but quite sweaty.

They were happy days.

Ben was a lovely man.

We didn't part on good terms.

I treated him very badly,
I'm afraid.

What happened?

I was ambitious and I wanted to be
somebody in the dance world.

Ben developed epilepsy and
when I found out, I dumped him.

I've been ashamed ever since, and
I've told Olivia, don't ever fall

in love with your dance partner.
It'll only lead to heartache.

Well, thanks for your time.

We'll keep you posted
if we find anything out.

Are you going to be OK?

OK.

- Thank you.
- Yes, thanks.

Oh! Wait!

He has a sister, Ruby.

We were friends for a while

but I don't have
an address, I'm afraid.

- Do you have her number?
- Sorry, it was a long time ago.

Well, we'll keep in touch.

Mr Hathaway...

...when you find him,
would you say hello from me?

Yeah, course.

Thanks, mate. Please, somebody tell
me you've got something.

There are no Benedict Lovedons
on the electoral register.

And he's not dead,
at least not officially.

And if he is alive,
he certainly doesn't pay any bills.

Well, he can't have vanished
into thin air.

What if he's not the killer?

What if the killer got
to him years ago?

That would mean Beattie
would get everything.

But she can't be the killer,
can she? Why would she come to us?

Come on, Lu.

I'll just hold the fort again,
shall I?

Yeah, good idea.
We have to find Benedict Lovedon.

Keeeep digging.

Do you know,
whoever this Ben guy is,

I don't think Beattie's
ever got over him.

Well, she might have had
a lucky escape if he turns out

to be a cold-blooded killer.

You haven't got a romantic
bone in your body, have you?

Yes.

- Frank.
- No.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Depends if you're
thinking about lunch.

That Ben has been
harbouring a grudge for years

since he was dumped, and now
he's just picking off other

tontine members one by one
until he owns everything.

Well, it's a bit out there,
but it's not impossible.

It would explain why he disappeared.

I love it when you agree with me.

I didn't agree,
I just didn't disagree.

- That means you agreed.
- I disagree, I didn't agree.

Right, well, we'll just have
to agree to disagree.

Well, I agree that we have
to find this Ben fella.

If he does turn out to be
the killer, we have to get to him

before he gets to Beattie.

She didn't waste much time, did she?

Talk about jumping in
someone's grave.Hi.

You're the PIs
Mum hired to debunk the curse.

Not going too well, is it?

I see the police have finished,
have they?

Yes. All that's gone missing
is the petty cash

- and the snow globe, of course.
- Snow globe?

Had a dance couple in it.

Toby bought it for her birthday.

The police think it's the murder
weapon. I haven't told Toby.

You don't keep any records, do you,
from when the school first opened,

like the founding members'
addresses or...?

Sorry. Mum's never been very good
with admin.

It's all about the dancing for her.

But I'm determined
to get stuck in now

and give this place
a good overhaul.

Toby, you shouldn't be here,
I told you, stay at home.

I don't want to be on my own.

We're really sorry
to hear about your mum.

Erm, did she mention
someone called Benedict Lovedon?

Benedict?

Have you spoken to my mum?
She never shuts up about him.

They had a past, apparently.

Why are you looking for him?

We just need to clarify
a few things.

I never met the man. Did you, Toby?

- Don't think I ever did.
- Well, look, if you happen to come across

anything when you're sorting through
your mam's stuff...

I've told Toby not
to worry about that.

We'll sort it out together,
won't we, Toby?

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

It's going to be fine, OK?

- Sebastian's sent us an address.
- Oh, has he found Ben?

No. But he's found Ben's sister.

Let's get over there,
see if she knows anything.

Ten minutes, Frank, it's supposed
to take ten minutes between

the dance studios and here,
not an hour and ten minutes.

Blame the sat nav, don't blame me.
Stupid, these things.

They're only stupid when you put
the wrong address in.

Look, I've got other things
on my mind.

Yeah, I did hear your tummy rumble.

No. As in, what's going on
between Toby and Olivia?

Yeah, I think she just felt
sorry for him.

He did seem upset, didn't he?

Do you think they're more
than just a dance couple?

Hard to tell.
Think he'd be scared to say no.

I don't know,
she's a good looking woman.

Takes two to tango.

I can't believe I just said that.

Better have a look.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Miss Lovedon?

Miss Lovedon?

- Frank! Frank, we need to get inside.
- What?

- He's alive.
- I'll call an ambulance.

Oh, gosh. Oh, no, don't move.
Don't move, it's OK.

I'm OK. Honestly.

I'm fine.

- I just forgot to take my meds.
- Oh.

I'm epileptic.

I'm OK, really.

Please don't call an ambulance.

I've learnt over the years
when I need medical help,

and right now I don't.

Thanks for helping me, though.

Who exactly are you?

Shall I put your kettle on?

Murdered?

- Oh, poor Tania.
- Very sorry.

You've been a hard man
to find, Mr Lovedon.

There's no record of you anywhere.

I suppose you're right.

This is my sister Ruby's cottage.

I moved in here about nine years ago
to look after her,

everything's in her name.

She's in hospital at the moment.

She'll be devastated when she
finds out about Tania.

- They knew each other, then?
- Yes.

They were really good friends.

She's godmother to Tania's son.

I don't keep in touch
with anyone from the dance world.

When I got epilepsy,
I left it all behind.

- Who would kill Tania?
- Well, we're not sure yet.

But we want make sure our client,
Beattie Delamar, isn't next.

Is Beattie in danger?

If you don't mind me saying, Mr
Lovedon, you seem a little nervous.

Oh, it's nothing.

Nerve damage from an old fall,

they can't do anything with it,

though they have tried
over the years.

What can you tell us about
the tontine?

There's nothing to tell really.

Except we all seem to
be dropping like flies.

And the last one left
alivegets everything.

Yes.

And now there's only you
and Beattie left.

Oh, you don't think...?

I wouldn't do anything
to hurt my old dance friends.

Especially Beattie.

We used to be really close.

Friends can become enemies.

Not in my case, I can assure you.

These roses that you've got
out of the front,

- they're lovely, aren't they?
- Oh, yes.

I'm on a quest to create
the perfect rose.

Look at the snow
globe. It's there.

This is my best one.

I leave the window open
so its scent fills the room.

Oh, look at that.
Isn't that lovely, Frank?

Oh, yeah, it smells really...

Rosy.Rosy.

It's unique. There's nothing like it
anywhere in the world.

It's called the Beattie rose.

OK. So, thanks,
thanks ever so much for your time.

Thank you.

I really do hope you
catch the killer.

Oh, don't worry, we will.

DS Keeler? Frank Hathaway.

I think we've found something
that might interest you.

An arrest? Oh, thank goodness.

I can't tell you what a relief
that is.

Who is it, do you know?

- Benedict Lovedon.
- Ben?

Don't worry, he can't get to you.
He's in custody.

We didn't exactly catch him
red-handed

but he had the murder weapon,
so it's quite incriminating.

No.

Sorry?

It isn't him.

He couldn't hurt anyone.

He's the most gentle person
I ever met. No, it's not him.

Look, I know it's hard for you
to take in, but the police have...

The police are wrong, Mr Hathaway.

They have made a terrible mistake.

You have to help him.

You have to find the real killer.

He had a motive, the opportunity,
and no alibi.

- Plus, he had the murder weapon.
- Yes, but the real murderer

could have planted that in his house
to frame him.

Come on, for Beattie's sake, we have
to entertain the possibility

that Ben is innocent.

Let's walk it through. Come on.

Right, you said that Tania had
a wound to her left temple, right?

- Left.
- Right.

Come here.

This is your murder weapon.

Go for it.

- That was very good.
- Thank you.

- But you used your right arm.
- Mm?

Ben had nerve damage
to his right hand.

- He could barely lift a cup of tea.
- OK, so he used his left arm.

- Bit much.
- Yes. Sorry.

And the wound wasn't
to the top of the head,

- it was to the side, to the temple. Yeah?
- Mm-hm.

So face it, Frank, we are looking
for a right-handed murderer.

And we just got
an innocent man arrested.

Yeah, but he still had
the murder weapon.

You once said to me that
90% of this job is instinct.

Can you honestly say that Ben
Lovedon is a cold-blooded murderer?

OK.

So what do we know
about the tontine?

It's lethal to be in?

Four people dead in two months

is not the kind of club
I would like to join.

Last person alive gets everything.

- Yeah, so, if Ben was out of theway...
- Beattie would get everything,

but she is definitely
not our killer.

Oh, I see, but Olivia could be.

Uh-uh, I beg to differ.

Children of tontine members
can't inherit their parents' share.

It dies when they die.

But if Beattie was
the last one left alive,

she could leave it all
to her devoted daughter in a will.

Yes, and Olivia would clean up.

And she would do
because she's ambitious.

Did you see how quickly she moved
into Tania's office?

The woman was barely cold.

Poor Toby,
that must have really upset him.

He didn't seem that bothered.

- But they seemed close.
- Mmm.

Well, even if they are a couple,

- that doesn't make themboth killers.
- True.

Look, we have to protect Beattie.

That's not going to be easy.

"Oh, hi, Beattie, we think your
daughter's trying to kill you."

I mean, we haven't even
got any proof of anything.

That only leaves one question.

Who framed Ben?

And until we know that, we have
to make sure Beattie's safe.

Could you stay with
a relative or maybe a friend?

You think I'm in some kind
of danger?

- No, nothing like that.
- Absolutely not. No.

- I suppose I could stay with Olivia.
- What? No...- Need.

...need for that, because
she's busy with school.

You're right.
I don't want to over burden her.

Maybe I could stay
with my sisterin Norfolk.

- Perfect.
- Yes.

Hi, Mum, just me.
I've brought you some...

- Hello.
- Oh, hi.

Erm... Hi and bye, actually
because I think we're...

- Aren't we?
- Yeah, it was justa brief visit,

just to check your mam
was all right.

Mum's fine, aren't you, Mum?

Mr Hathaway thinks I ought
to leave for a while.

- I thought they arrested that guy, Ben.
- It's nonsense.

Ben hasn't hurt anyone.

Not this again, Mum. Listen,
if the police think he's guilty,

then he probably is.

He hasn't hurt anyone. He couldn't.

You have to let go of
this stupid obsession.

What obsession?

You don't even realise,
you talk about him all the time.

When?

It's constant. Ben this or Ben that.

It was years ago, you need to stop
all this nonsense and forget him.

I was devoted to your father,
Olivia.

We had a happy marriage,
but he's dead now,

and I can finally say this -

I loved Ben.

What? More than my dad?

Your dad was a lovely man,
but Ben was the one.

- OK, I think we'll make a move. Shall we?
- Thanks for your time.

My mum's not leaving.
I'm looking after her, right here.

Great. Great. OK.

Thank you, darling,
you've been very helpful.

Cheers, mate, thanks
for letting us know.Bye.

- That was Seb...
- News from the station.

You first.

OK.

OK. So that was Sebastian.

He's read the pathologist's report
and Brian died of a heart attack

from the electric shock.

There were vast amounts
of alcohol in his blood.

So it was an accident after all.

That was my mate Vince,
works down the station.

Keeler's charging Ben
with Tania's murder.

Oh, Frank, this is a mess
and it's all our fault.

Yeah, and now Beattie's
with Olivia.

You don't think Keeler believes
that Ben's got anything to do

with the other deaths, do you?

He's got this theory that Ben
saw the chance to take over

the dance schools when Brian died.

He thinks Ben went after Tania and
that Beattie was going to be next.

I mean, she might well be,
but not for the reasons he thinks.

Listen, let's see how easy it is
to plant a murder weapon, OK?

I'm Olivia.
First question, am I alone?

Well, I mean, if Toby and her
are together,

then maybe he was her accomplice.

Yes, let's imagine he is, OK.

- You be Toby.
- OK.

Right, right. Oh.

This is a snow globe.

There's a pie in your
murder weapon.

Oh, yeah, I'll save that for later.

Right. Hm...

This is a snow globe.

- OK.
- Right.

I don't want to go into the property
because I might be seen, so...

Oh. So, maybe...

No, no. You've got to do Toby.

So, I will knock on the door

and distract Ben.

Keep him talking, I'll take
advantage of the open window.

Yes, chatting, chatting to Ben.

Distracting him.

Frank, Frank. No, be careful, look,
you're going to damage the roses.

- Oh, yeah.
- Somebody already has.

Who would do a thing like that?

Well, it could be anybody,
passingby, couldn't it?

Shame on them.

Right, anyway,
I plant the snow globe.

- And then what?
- I don't know.

I mean, I suppose it proves
it can be done.

One of them's going to have to make
a move sooner or later.

We still don't know
if Toby's actually involved.

Ouf. Stakeout time?

You got any snacks in the boot?

- Probably have to stock up.
- Yeah, let's do that.

Tell you what, I'll slow race you
back to the car. Last one wins.

Bah! I give up. Ha!

- Eh?
- It's which dancer am I?

Nijinsky's not a dancer,
he's a racehorse.

No, Nijinsky is a dancer, Frank.
The horse was named after him.

- Ah, rubbish.
- You know nothing. My go.

- No, I'm having a pie break.
- What?

Oh, very good.

Imagine having something
so beautiful named after you.

Ben must really love Beattie
to go to all that trouble.

Yeah, very romantic.

Did you ever grow anything
for your wife?

Yeah. The odd carrot,
leeks, potatoes.

- That's not romantic, Frank. It's soup.
- What's wrong with that?

Look, if we don't make
a breakthrough soon,

the only garden Ben's going to see
is a prison one.

I've been reading up on roses - you
know, they're fascinating things.

- Yeah, fascinating.
- Well, they are.

You know, they are one of
the oldest flowers on Earth

- and you can eat them.
- Yeah, I'll stick with this.

And, of course, they're
the ultimate symbol of love.

- I'm not sure about this.
- How many times? It'll be fine.

And your mum's
definitely going tobe there?

I've organised everything.

What did you tell her?

Stop panicking.
Look, let me handle this.

You give her the flowers,
I'll just do the rest.

- Have you got the...?
- Yes. Just get in the car.

Come on, let's go.
Let's go and get them.

Oh, you...

Come on!

- Go!
- Frank, seatbelt.

- What?
- Seatbelt.

- We're going to catch themred-handed.
- Seatbelt on, on, on.

Yes, there.

What on earth are you doing?

- Afternoon.
- Champagne!

Well, Mr Hathaway, can I help you?

We were just, erm...

We were just passing, and
we thought we'd...

Check in.

Check in? You people are weird.

Why don't you join us?

We're celebrating.

Olivia and Toby are engaged.

Ah! Wow! Engagement!

That's... that's really...

- Well, I think that's probably our checks done.
- Oh, definitely.

Congratulations.Yeah.

Oh, wow, look at the flowers, Frank.

They are lovely.

They have such a lovely scent.

- Mm! Olivia bought them for me.
- Did you?

Well, that's really thoughtful of you.

Actually, Toby gave them to me,

- but I know how much you loveyour roses.
- He did?

Did you hear that Frank?
Isn't that nice of him?

- Is it?
- Mmm.

Oh, yeah, because roses are amazing,
aren't they?

Did you know that there are over
360 different varieties of roses,

which means you could have
a different rose

for every day of the year,
give or take the odd bank holiday?

And there's thousands
of hybrids too.

So interesting, but we'd really
appreciate some family time now.

So thank you for checking
in on my mum.

And the interesting thing about
hybrids is that

each one of them is unique.

Like a fingerprint.

And this one here, this is...

This is called the Beattie
rose, it's named after you.

After me?

I don't understand.

Ben Lovedon grew them.

And the only place they exist is in
the garden of his sister's cottage.

Which means there's only one place
you could have picked them from.

I don't know what...

You knew Ben was a suspect
when we came looking for him.

His sister Ruby
and your mam were friends.

Ruby's your godmother.

You knew where to find him.

You planted the murder
weaponin his house.

The murder weapon?

- Oh, my God.
- Toby, what are they talking about?

I don't know, darling,
I don't know anything about this.

Did you do it, Toby?

Was it you that killed your mum?

Toby?

Oh, Toby, you didn't?
Please, pleasetell me you didn't.

Oh, Toby. Why?

Mum hated the idea
of me leaving her.

I mean, the day that she found out
about us, the way she spoke to you.

I wanted her to be happy for me.

For us.

I told her after class
that I wanted to marry you

and she was, she was raging...

She started shouting all these
horrible things,

calling you all sorts of names
and I lost it.

You're a liar!

I grabbed something
and before I knew it...

...I'd hit her.

I knew that she was dead
straight away.

I panicked.

I thought if I made it look
like the place had...

...I don't know, had been ransacked.

I wanted to stand up for myself...

...just for once.

I've ruined everything, haven't I?

Forgive me?

I thought I knew him.

I don't know anything.

Poor Tania. She adored him.

So did I. Oh, Mum.

Come here, love.

He ruined our whole future
in one stupid angry minute.

We're all capable
of throwing our happiness away.

Come on. Let's get you inside.

There we go, the curse of
the dance school solved.

Oh, DS Keeler.

Or should I say, old snakehips!

- Sebastian told us about yoursecret dancing.
- Don't start.

Give us a demo.
Show us your Charleston.

- I'll show you the insideof a cell in a minute.
- Oooh!

I suppose you're off
to release Ben, are you?

Yeah, thanks a lot for that tip-off.

Really led us up
the garden path, didn't you?

One, two. Cha, cha, cha!

Three, four. Cha, cha, cha!

- Come on, fancy a pint?
- We haven't got time for that.

- We have got some unfinished business.
- Right. Like what?

- Hey!
- Ready?

Wait, wait, wait.
Is my tie straight?

This suit doesn't look too old,
does it?

You look lovely. Doesn't he, Frank?

Yeah, smart as a... carrot.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

Don't forget this - the Beattie.

You ready, hey?

This is for... for you.

It's lovely.

- I'm sorry, I'm a bit nervous.
- Me too.

I haven't done this for so long.

I wish I could hear
what they were saying.

It's private.

- Are you enjoying this?
- No, I'm not.

You old romantic.

- Salut.
- Cheers.

I could have watchedthose
two dance all day.

Me too.

Still, they weren't a
patch on us, were they?

Goes without saying.

Madam, may I have the pleasure?

I thought you'd never ask.

Hey, don't. Not in public.

- Oh, come on, Frank.
- No!

- You might enjoy yourself.
- I won't.

Cha, cha, cha!

Two, three. Cha, cha, cha.

- Two, three. cha, cha, cha.
- Oh! And a twirl.

- Two, three. Cha, cha, cha.
- Excuse me, sir.

Frank, I didn't think you could.

Middlesbrough Latin champion,
under-tens.

Oh, Frank!

Cha, cha, cha!