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♪ I am the scorned

♪ I am the shamed

♪ I am the darkness
born in flames

♪ I am the mother you despise

♪ I am the wicked in your eyes

♪ And I will haunt you. ♪

Move, move, move!

Watch it!

Out the way!

Move!

Right. Got you.

Fella, come on.

You took your time.

This is exactly why
I need a Taser. Huh.

Have you searched him?

83p and a lottery ticket.
DS is on her way back.

He chucked something
in the harbour, though.

Shipton Abbott Police Station.

Where is it?

Hi, Margo.

All right, Esther? You
anywhere near Offa's Dyke?

Why?

We have an incident on the B318.

So send a traffic unit.
Kelby's with a prisoner

and the only CSO I've got
free hasn't got a car.

I could get my bike out.

Where's the vehicle? No vehicle.

So, what happened?

He did.

Morning.

Er, sorry about all this.

Tandem glide. Pulled the buckle
and ejected his instructor.

Humphrey?

Are you all right? All good.

A little bit snug
around the crown jewels,

if I'm completely honest,
but nothing broken.

Are you together?
He's my fiance.

His name?

Oh, I'm a police officer. Um...

Detective Sergeant Williams. Oh!

He's a police officer too.

The road's clear. No need
for Traffic to attend.

Thanks.

Oh, the HQ have been on.

They said the new DI
will be here on Monday.

I think I've found him.

Ah, thank you.

See you, fellas.

Come on, let's get you home.

Ah. I thought I
might ask DS Williams

to show me around the station
- meet everyone before I start.

Make a good impression.

OK. I'll see you
back at Mum's. But...

..please try not to
create any more havoc.

On best behaviour.

Promise.

I'm all yours.

So, why Shipton Abbott?

Er, oh, well, Martha, my
fiancee, was born here.

Oh. Yes.

We were starting to find
life in London, well,

a little exhausting, so...

..we talked about
making a new start,

and where that might be, and,
well, hey presto, here we are.

Oh!

Sorry. Long legs.

Wow, that is amazing. What is?

You actually have gloves
in your glove box.

I used mine to hide the phone

whenever the Chief
Superintendent called me.

I use mine for gloves.

This way.

This is Detective
Inspector Humphrey Goodman.

He'll be joining us
officially on Monday.

Margo is office support. She
basically runs the place.

This is Kelby.

Sorry, PC Hartford.

You from the Met?

Er, well, just for
a while, but, er,

before that, I was on
attachment in the Caribbean.

Cool.

This will be you. Ah.

So, what happened to the old DI?

We murdered him.

Buried him in the car park.

Retired. Good for him.

Er, so, what's in the log?

Er, two domestics,
three burglaries,

and a suspected shoplifter
in the interview room.

We've also got a woman in hospital
who's just reported an assault.

Injuries? Quite nasty.

They're worried there might
be long-term spinal damage.

And do we know who
carried out the assault?

A witch, apparently.
Thank you, Margo.

A witch? She was a little confused
when I spoke to her this morning.

I said we'd talk
to her again later.

Yes, yes, of course.

Well, now I'm here...

..how can I best help?

I thought you were
just doing the tour?

Yes, yes, yes, but my, er,

my paragliding lesson
got cut a bit short

so I've got some time to kill.

Think of me as a weapon.

Just point me where you
think I'd be most useful.

Oh, you're back.

Where's Humphrey?

He's gone for a look
around the police station.

So, how did the
hang-gliding lesson go? Hmm?

He got stuck in a tree.

Course he did.

Says here you
stole a bottle of perfume.

Prove it. Which you
threw in the harbour.

Prove it.

The fact that you stole the perfume,
or that you threw it in the harbour?

Both.

Well, you're not wearing
women's perfume...

..so I'm assuming
it was a present.

For your mum? Girlfriend?

As it's called Hot Love, I'm
really hoping it's your girlfriend.

Birthday, is it?

Tomorrow.

Wouldn't your 83p
have bought a card?

I can't just get her a card,
can I? That's well greezy.

Bad.

Well, you could have put your
lottery ticket inside it.

Would that make it less...

..greezy?

That's not a bad
idea, to be fair.

Can I give you a bit of advice?

I think women aren't terribly
impressed by material things.

They might say they are,

but I think they're
generally not.

You get far more brownie
points for a grand gesture,

something you've put
a bit of thought into.

Let's not ruin your
girlfriend's birthday tomorrow

by having you arrested and
charged for shoplifting, shall we?

If you sign a statement admitting
the theft of the perfume,

we'll let you off
with a caution.

She'll be none the wiser,

and you can spend
the whole of the year

saving up for her next birthday.

How does that sound?

Right.

What's next?

Let's check out the hospital.

Her name is Gwen Tyler.

We checked the home
security cameras.

They show that Gwen
and her husband

were alone in the
house until 8pm,

when he left to go to
a business meeting.

No-one else entered the
house after the husband left

until her assistant arrived

and found her unconscious
an hour later.

So, if it was an accident,

why are we investigating
an alleged assault?

Because, despite it being clear
that she was in the house alone,

she's now adamant that she
was pushed over the balcony.

Strange.

Let's see what she
has to say, shall we?

Can I say something?
Yes, of course.

The way you conducted the
interview this morning was very...

Intuitive?

..reckless.

Josh Woods knows his
rights better than we do.

You didn't caution him,

offer him legal advice
or tape the interview.

If he hadn't agreed to it,

we couldn't have
charged him anyway.

Yes, all true, Sergeant.

But sometimes all that's needed
is a little common sense.

I mean, who hasn't nicked
something from a shop

when you're broke and need a
present for your girlfriend?

I mean not us, obviously
- we're police officers -

but... others... not like us.

I don't think I've ever
stolen anything, sir.

Good. Very good.

See ya.

She's still drowsy from her
meds, and a little tearful.

Mrs Tyler? This is
Detective Inspector Goodman.

We've just come to
talk about your fall.

I told you, it wasn't a fall.

I was pushed.

Er, yes.

You were on your gallery landing

using a stepladder to
change a light bulb?

Yes. And you were
alone in the house?

Yes. Then can you explain to us
why you think you were pushed?

My wife thinks she was
attacked by Old Mother Wheaten.

This is Ben Tyler,
sir, Gwen's husband.

And Old Mother Wheaten
is our witch, I presume.

Our house is built on the
grounds of an old barn

where an old witch was caught hiding
during the witch trials of 1611.

She was dragged outside
and burnt alive.

Lordy.

Perhaps you can tell us
exactly what you remember.

It's really hazy,
the whole day. I...

I just keep getting
flashes of things.

I remember Ben leaving.

I noticed a bulb had
blown on the landing.

I was on the stepladder
replacing it.

I felt a hard push.

Then I saw her.

You saw her?

She was standing over me.

She was pulling me.

I know what it sounds
like, but I was conscious.

She was real.

I could even feel her
breath on my face.

My wife has rather
a vivid imagination.

I know what I saw, Ben.

I have a gift.

I've felt her presence before.

She's still there.

I'm sorry, but I really think
that's enough for now. Yes, I agree.

I think we've got
everything we need.

I'd like to see the house.

Is it me, or is it really quiet?

It's a police station.

That's a good thing.

Is it?

Oh, yeah.

Hello? PHONE RINGS

Er, Shipton Abbott
Police Station. Hello?

Er, yeah, this is... Um...

Look, er... I've just
got another call.

Give me one second.
Kelby, come on.

Hello, Shipton Abbott
Police Station.

Hello, Shipton Abbott
Police Station. Hold on.

I still don't know
what we're doing here.

We're investigating
an alleged assault.

By a 17th-century witch?

We have a witness
who said she saw her.

A witness who'd just fallen off
a balcony and landed on her head.

Well, it's important to at
least look at her claims,

even if only to see why
she believes what she does.

It's important to
look at the facts.

One, she was alone in the house,

and two, the suspect has
been dead for 400 years.

Yes, all valid points,
Sergeant. Duly noted.

Tell me about her.

Old Mother Wheaten.

The legend is she used to steal
newborns from the village,

take them back to
the woods to eat.

Gosh.

People claim to have
seen her up here.

Well, if it was a witch,

she appears to have
left her broom.

I thought
you said never again.

These are for the
school charity stall,

and I didn't bake them.

I'm just redecorating them
to make it look like I did.

OK. Well, I'm off to
meet a letting agent.

Oh! You've only been
here three days.

I'm looking at cafe
premises first.

We need to see how much of
our savings that eats up

before we even start
to think about a house.

So I have to put up with
you for a little longer.

Don't pretend you don't love it.

Do you know, sometimes
you're just like your father.

Hard-working? Fearless?

Obstinate.

I'll be a couple of hours.

Don't be late. I've
invited Mum to supper.

I won't. Mm-hm.

Ah.

So this is her, is it?

Old Mother Wheaten?

My wife thought that
acknowledging her presence

would allow her
spirit to settle.

Er, may I?

Yeah, if you must.

And, er, everything is as it
was the night your wife fell?

Yes, I...

I haven't been back here.

Hmm.

Do we know exactly where Mrs
Tyler was found by the paramedics?

Er, yeah.

They took these pictures.

And the assistant
raised the alarm?

Yeah. Sarah Dodds. She was
dropping off some paperwork.

And, er, what does your wife do?

She owns 15 shops, selling
tat to the tourists.

Alternative lifestyle, candles,
natural beauty products...

Like I said, it's tat.

And what do you do, Mr Tyler?

I am an architect.

Did you have an
appointment last night?

Yeah, it was a cheese
and wine evening

for the local
business community.

Peter and Carol
Meadows were hosting.

But your wife didn't go.

No.

Can I ask why?

Well, she and Peter
were business partners

until a few weeks ago,

and then it all ended
rather acrimoniously.

My wife can be very pig-headed
when she needs to be.

If there's nothing else, I'd
like to go back to the hospital.

I don't think Gwen
should be on her own.

Yeah. Yes, of course, yes.
I think we're done here.

Great. Oh, military history.

A hobby.

What was it Napoleon
Bonaparte said?

That history is simply a set of
lies that everyone agrees on.

SHE SIGHS Happy?

CAR DOOR OPENS No.

CAR DOOR CLOSES Sorry.

But I don't think she
was found where she fell.

What?

There were marks on the handrail
where the steps fell... CAR PULLS AWAY

..but they were a good ten feet
away from where the ladder was.

You're saying
someone moved them?

Yes, I am.

And as Gwen Tyler was
found directly below them,

that she means she was
moved too, after she fell.

And if someone, or something,

pushed her off that
balcony at that height,

it's not assault.

It's attempted murder.

Gwen came in to print
off some bank statements,

only her PIN on her
laptop wasn't working,

so she had to use mine.

Then she said wanted some
stuff from the accountant's,

so I said I'd get them and
drop it round her house later.

And what time did
you get to the house?

Well, I was planning about ten.

Then, er, she said
she was going to work

after she got back from
her cheese and wine thing,

but then she texted me to say
she wasn't going after all,

so could I drop
them straight away.

And do you have
the text? Er, yeah.

Er, there.

8.41. "Not going out
now, bring papers ASAP."

Thanks. When you arrived at the
house, there was no answer, no?

No.

I looked through the glass.

That's when I saw her.

I couldn't tell if
she was breathing,

so I phoned an ambulance.

Well, can you think of anyone

who might have cause
to harm Mrs Tyler?

Her and Ben were
always bickering,

and she could be
short with people.

Did you know about her
falling-out with Peter Meadows?

Yeah. Er, he came in
shouting the odds last week.

She just laughed at him...

..told him to grow a pair.

Whatever happened...

..happened between Gwen
sending that message at 8.41

and Sarah Dodds arriving
at the house around nine.

You mean that's when she fell.

Perhaps.

No disrespect, sir, but if we
know she was in the house alone,

how can it possibly
be anything else?

And what about her being found
ten feet from where she fell?

Maybe she crawled.
And the stepladder?

I don't know, but there must
be a simple explanation.

The point is, if we accept
both that she was alone

and that she was pushed,

then we're also accepting
that it was done by a ghost.

I want to see the camera
footage from that night.

Where were you
when we needed you?

Why? What happened?

The minute you left,
the world went mad.

Thank you. We'll be in
touch. That makes 12.

Car thefts.

12?

We only had five in
the whole of last year.

Maybe it's a gang. Check
with other divisions.

See if they've had anything
similar. Yes, Sarge.

Sorry for being a nuisance.

You're the boss.

I've got it! There.

The husband leaves at 8.02,

leaving Gwen in the
house on her own.

I've checked every frame,

and no-one else
entered the house

until her assistant arrived
around an hour later.

She got in through
an open patio door

and called an ambulance.

She was alone in that house.

Yeah, so it would seem.

Then we agree it was an accident

and that she was mistaken
about what she saw.

Almost certainly.

Though cameras can be tampered
with, footage re-edited.

Maybe we should just
talk to Peter Meadows

and ask him about the
business party he organised.

This is great.

We have it once a month.
Mostly local produce,

but there's a few charity stalls
- tea, coffee, cakes and stuff.

The Meadows always do
the cricket club stall.

Peter. Hello, Esther.

Um, you two know each other?

Our daughters are the same age.

This is Detective
Inspector Goodman.

Ah, so you're the new chap.

Yes... Yes, I am. Outstanding.

Mr Tyler tells us he
was with you last night.

Is that correct? Ben?
Oh, yes, absolutely.

At what time?

Oh, golly.

Um... not great at times.

8.30.

This is Carol, my... my wife.

DI Goodman. And you're
sure about the time?

Yeah, I'm positive.

Boom.

When the doorbell
rang, I thought it was

Yvonne and Patrick because
they always arrive on the dot,

but it was Ben.
Yvonne and Patrick?

Wiley.

I see. And at what time
did Mr Tyler leave you?

Oh, soon as the poor fellow
got the call from the hospital.

It was around...

9.15.

Uhh.

And you were, er, partners
in Gwen's business

until very recently,
is that right?

Yes. And it ended

somewhat acrimoniously,
I understand?

Gwen can be very difficult.

We disagreed on how the
business should move forward.

Both said some things
we shouldn't have,

and ultimately agreed
to part company.

And Gwen got her own way.

Oh, these things
happen in business.

Thanks for your help.

All right. Bye.

I saw the name, but I
thought it couldn't be.

Hello, Sam!

So you're my letting
agent? Afraid so.

The police were just
here. They know something.

What are we going
to do, Ben? I...

I told you not to call me.

So you have a daughter?

Yes.

Is she at school or is
Dad looking after her?

Her dad's not on
the scene any more.

I'm sorry. I'm not.

Were you together long?

About four hours.

Ah, there's Yvonne
and Patrick Wiley.

Carol Meadows said they were there
with Ben Tyler last night. Yes.

Do you want to talk to
them before we go back in?

Can't do any harm.
Do you know them?

She's a chartered accountant

and he's got a home security
business on the trading estate.

She's also vying to
become our next MP,

at which point I will
be moving abroad.

Mrs Wiley? Lovely to see you.

DS Williams.

And you're our new
Inspector, I take it?

Yes, yes, I am. Humphrey.
Humphrey Goodman.

Yes, I'm on the
police committee.

How can we help you?

I understand you were at Peter and
Carol Meadows' house last night?

Why do you ask?

We're investigating
Mrs Tyler's fall.

And that's prudent use of
police resources, is it?

Investigating someone
falling off a ladder?

Her injuries are quite serious.

Yes, I'm well aware
of Gwen's condition.

I'm her accountant.

In fact, I was at the
hospital this morning.

Yes. Can you confirm what time
you arrived at the Meadows' house?

Um... Yeah, it was
just after 8.30. Yep.

I see. And Mr Tyler
was already there?

Yes, he was.

If you're her accountant,

you'd have been aware that
Sarah Dodds was calling on Gwen

with some paperwork? Yes, of course.
She collected them from the office.

Mr Wiley, you do home
security systems.

Are you aware of the system
in the Tylers' house?

Yes. I... I fitted it... um...

It was just over a year ago.

Yeah.

Can I ask? The cameras, could
they be tampered with in any way?

How do you mean?

Well, timecodes changed,
footage edited or deleted.

No, they couldn't.

Whatever is on the DVR is
what the cameras recorded,

and the only way to change that
would be to wipe the hard drive.

Then you'd have nothing.
No pictures at all.

We have the same
system ourselves.

Thank you.

Nice to meet you.

Yes. Thank you
both for your time.

Sure. See ya.

I saw her once.

Old Mother Wheaten.

Really? I think it was her.

One Halloween, up
at Clappers Mill.

So?

What happened?

Well... I looked at her.

She looked at me.

She got in her car

and she drove off.

Chief Superintendent
Woods called,

wanting to know where
our quarterly report is.

Great.

I said to try you
on your mobile.

Thanks. You're welcome.

How's the
new boy working out?

He's a bit...

Annoying?

Mmm.

I can always tell when
someone's annoying you.

You chew your pen.

Ugh.

Ugh. Oh, yikes.

Time I wasn't here.

Oh, I'll drop you off.

Do you mind? No.

As long as I can grab
a coffee on the way.

Shipton witch...

Ah, the Mother
Wheaten Experience.

Looks like our witch is
something of a celebrity.

Ah, it's for the tourists.

They have a visitors'
centre up in the woods.

I shall put it on my to-do list.

Mmm. Safer than hang-gliding.

Oh. Why aren't you dressed?

Do you believe in ghosts?

Mum's dishing up. I'm ready.

You're naked.

I'm wearing pants.

My mistake. Come on, then.

Maybe a tie.

So, how was your day?

Well, I think I might have
found somewhere for the cafe.

That's amazing. Yeah, it would
be, if we could afford it.

Oh, yes. We'd need
to get an overdraft.

That doesn't matter.

This is the dream. Remember?

Shall we tell your mum tonight?

We agreed we'd
wait for the scan.

This is the furthest
we've ever got.

All the more reason.

Yes, all right.
Yes, be sensible.

Says the man wearing no trousers

who spent most of his
morning stuck up a tree.

Ah!

Nan, you remember Humphrey.

Hello.

Hello.

I had to get another
chair in from the garage.

Help yourself to vegetables.

Darling?

Oh, thank you.

HE SNORTS Thank you.

Humphrey, tell Mum and
Nan about your ghost.

Er, yes.

Old Mother Wheaten.

Oh, Gwen Tyler's place.

I heard about her
fall. How is she?

Ah, not good. Spinal
damage, they think.

Oh, heavens. Poor girl.

Yes. Um, the thing is,

we're pretty sure that
she was alone in the house

when she fell, but she
swears she saw a ghost.

Well, there's always
been rumours of the site

of the old barn being haunted.

Apparently, during the
Shipton witch trials,

witch-finder Matthew Lloyd

dragged an old crone out
of there and burnt her.

Ooh, any relation?

Matthew Lloyd.
Because you're Lloyds.

Not the other bit.
Not the crone part.

I would never call you a crone.

You're not old enough, for
a start, or ugly enough.

I mean, you're not
ugly at all, or old.

Humphrey, stop. Sorry.

Thank you.

You do like it
here, though, don't you?

It's what we talked
about, isn't it?

Making a fresh start after...

..after all the madness.

Mmm.

You running your
own cafe, and me...

..finding lost tractors
and missing sheep.

Starting a family.

I do think we should be honest
with your mum about the IVF,

the whole wretched journey
we've just been through.

We will, but it's just too soon.

OK.

Think I'm... just excited
about being a dad.

Though it could quite
easily be terror.

You'll be a brilliant dad.

Goodnight!

Night, Mum.

Night.

The legend is that
she used to steal newborns

from the village...

..take them back to
the woods to eat.

I just keep getting
flashes of things.

My wife thinks she was
attacked by Old Mother Wheaten.

Old Mother Wheaten.

Our house is built on
the grounds of an old barn

where an old witch was caught hiding
during the witch trials of 1611.

I saw her. She was dragged
outside and burnt alive.

She was standing over me.

I saw her once.

People claim to
have seen her round here.

I know what I
saw, Ben. She's real.

I've felt her presence
before. She's still there.

Sir?

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me? BIRDSONG

What?

Sir, are you OK?

How...?

Sir?

That's Mrs Sommerville.

HE GROANS I think you
gave her quite a fright.

Yes, I gave her a fright.

She works at the
visitors' centre,

part of the Old Mother
Wheaten attraction.

What were you doing up here?

I thought, if there
was an intruder,

they would have come
through the woods.

I hate to admit it,

but you could be
onto something, sir.

I went through the phone records
for the day Gwen Tyler fell.

I'm not sure what it
means, but that morning

she made a call that
lasted around 15 minutes,

and then the same number
called her back six times,

one after the other,

none of those six calls lasting
longer than ten seconds.

I stopped by the hospital
to ask her about it.

And?

She had no recollection
of the call at all.

Between her memory loss
and the meds she's on,

she's not a lot of use to us.

Do we at least know
whose number it was?

Yes, we do. Carol Meadows.

We were talking about Peter,

and I was telling her I
didn't want an atmosphere

at the cheese and wine evening.

And the six calls you made back
to her immediately afterwards?

Did I?

We could show you the call
log, if that would help.

Oh, yeah. No, I remember now.

Um, she mentioned me
doing some floral displays

for her shop windows,

so I tried calling
back a few times to ask

how many shops, but I
couldn't get through.

One of us must
have had no signal.

Is it important?

He didn't. DOOR OPENS

Really? Ha-ha. Right,
OK. See you, love. Bye.

The digging we did on Ben
Tyler didn't throw up anything

except a parking ticket he
got last month in Bristol.

Thanks, Margo. Shall
I carry on, then?

Nosing into other
people's business?

You mean... background checks?

Most fun I've had
since I've been here.

Run some financial checks, too.

According to Sarah Dodds, Gwen Tyler
was looking at her bank statements.

Maybe there's a reason for that.

Bank statements.

Rightio.

Any news on our car thefts?

I checked with the other
divisions. Nothing.

There must be something
that links them all.

Like what?

They're all red...

I will get the solicitors
to draft up a lease,

and then once you've signed and
paid your three months up front,

you can pick up the
keys. Thank you, Sam.

Are you glad to be back?

Oh, you know what? Yes, I am.

I'll call you when
I've got the lease.

OK.

That's odd.

Carol Meadows was in Bristol
at the exact same time

Ben Tyler got his
parking ticket.

Look.

Two credit card transactions
on the two days he was there.

I checked, and both were less
than 100 yards from his hotel.

Sex or money? Excuse me?

Most crime tends to be
about either sex or money.

If you can identify at least
one of those as a motive,

you're halfway there.

It was a mistake.

Gwen and I were going through
a bit of a rough patch, but...

..it was over as
quickly as it started.

Look, I know how
all this must sound,

but the day after we
got back, I finished it.

It should never have happened.

It was just sex.

Did you know Gwen spoke to
Carol on the day she fell?

Gwen found some text
messages on my phone.

I hadn't deleted them.

That's why she refused to go
with me to Peter and Carol's.

So, Carol Meadows lied
to us about the calls,

because she's still hiding
the affair from her husband.

And if Gwen kept
hanging up on her

when she tried to call her back,

maybe she went to the house that
night to beg for her silence.

If she did, how the hell did
she get in without being seen?

Not very often, really.

No.

Well, he's a bit of
an acquired taste,

if I'm completely honest.

He called me an old
crone the other day.

He said he was joking...

We're still looking
into it. Other cars...

Sex or money!

That's what you said, isn't it?

There's an entry in
Gwen's business accounts

that shows £180,000 set aside
for her corporation tax.

And?

I can't find it.

Maybe she couldn't either,

which is why she printed off
her bank statements at the shop

and asked Sarah to bring other
financial papers to the house.

You think it was stolen?

Who would have access to
company bank accounts?

Her assistant, Sarah
Dodds. Her accountant.

An unfaithful husband, lining
his pockets before he left her?

Her ex-partner, Peter Meadows?
Maybe that's why they fell out.

But they all have alibis
for the time she fell.

They were all at the same
cheese and wine event. Yes.

Unless...

Unless...

You're right.

They have alibis for
the time she fell,

but what if the time
is not the time?

We only got that time
from one source -

the text message supposedly
sent by Gwen to Sarah Dodds.

But we have no way of
corroborating that.

So what if...

..Gwen Tyler wasn't the
one who sent that message?

Someone else used her phone?

Why not?

I'll do a mass data check
for the night she fell.

Telecom can run a triangulation

and tell us exactly
where the phone was

when that message
was sent. Very good.

Hi, there. I'm calling from
Shipton Abbott Police Station.

Um, I need
a mass data check.

Hi, there, it's PC
Hartford. How you doing?

Margo, can you dig into
the finances of anyone

who worked at Gwen
Tyler's company?

I mean, anyone who had access
to her accounts. PHONE VIBRATES

Stick a broom up my backside,

I'll sweep up at the
same time, if you like.

HE CHUCKLES Thank you.

Stick a broom up my...

Broom!

You're not going
to believe this.

That that message was sent
from the other side of town

from the Meadows house?

Yes.

I think I've got it.

Look at this.

There's nothing there.

Look again.

The broom.

So it fell.

Except...

Watch.

Someone put it back up.

But who?

Oh...

Esther.

Stand there for me. Yes.

Kelby.

And Margo.

Yes.

I'm not doing anything funny.

OK. Now, put your hands
to the side of your head

like this.

Find your inner Kylie.

Now, when I say,

all count to five in your head.

On five, move anticlockwise
to your left one quarter-turn.

Count five seconds,
turn again, then five,

turn right, five
more, right again,

till you're back where
you started. Got it?

Go.

Hello.

Oh...

Gwen Tyler was supposed
to join husband Ben

at a cheese and wine evening

at the home of Peter
and Carol Meadows,

but after discovering his
affair with Carol Meadows,

Gwen refused to go, so
he left the house alone.

Once he'd gone, the security
camera footage showed

that no-one else
came to the house.

But what if,

like the message that
wasn't really a message,

what if the cameras
recorded what they saw...

..they just didn't
see everything?

I don't know why it
didn't register before.

They are pan-and-tilt cameras.

We had them at the
station in London.

They move intermittently
to cover different zones.

So I think, having
come through the woods,

Gwen Tyler's attacker waited
at the bottom of the drive.

I also think they believed that
both Ben and Gwen were in the car.

Thinking the house
was now empty,

they chose their moment.

They knew that every
time the cameras moved,

they left a blind spot,
just for a few seconds.

Move.

So, if you time
it exactly right,

it's possible to
pass them unnoticed.

Which is how our attacker
got in without being seen.

Sorry to interrupt, only
I did some more nosing,

like you asked,
and I found this.

A month ago, Patrick
Wiley's business

filed for bankruptcy,
but last week...

..the application was withdrawn.

His creditors were
just shy of £200,000.

Proof of payments to support
withdrawing the application

were submitted
by... Yvonne Wiley.

So she stole the money
from Gwen's tax account.

It's the only thing
that makes sense.

My guess is that she was
simply using Peter to pay Paul,

that she intended to
pay the money back,

but in order to cover up
her deceit in the meantime,

she disabled Gwen Tyler's
banking PIN number.

Not expecting that she'd go
to one of the shop computers

and print off bank statements
using Sarah Dodds's PIN.

And this is a woman who is
a pillar of the community,

aspiring to be an MP -

someone whose position and
reputation is everything.

She could never live with the
shame of a bankrupt husband

any more than she could live
with being branded a thief.

She had to get those
statements back.

Gwen Tyler told Sarah
Dodds she'd be working

when she got back from the
cheese and wine evening,

so Yvonne thought she had a
small window of opportunity

to find those statements.

But when she realised
that Gwen was still here,

her plan was ruined.

And so she had to
find another one.

I felt a hard push.

Then I saw her.

Opportunistic it
may have been...

..but it was certainly
murderous in intent.

Then she remembered
what she came for -

Gwen's bank statements.

Now she needed an alibi.

She knew that Sarah
Dodds was arriving later

with more paperwork, and that
she could provide that alibi,

but there was a problem.

She needed Sarah to be
able to see Gwen's body

from the window when she came.

She had to move her.

I could even feel
her breath on my face.

That's why she had
the sensation of being pulled.

Once she'd moved the body,

she was smart enough to realise

that she needed to move
the stepladder to match.

Clever. Very clever,

but ultimately her undoing,

because now the ladder was in
a different place to the marks

on the handrail where
it actually fell.

Then, to cement her alibi,

she needed Gwen's phone.

Everything done,

she leaves the house the
same way she came in.

Remember, she told us
that she and her husband

had the same camera system,

so she knew the anomalies
of zonal cameras.

Crucially, though,

she made the mistake of
replacing the broom...

..which she'd knocked
over on the way in.

Hello.

Oh, hello there! Come on in.

Nice to see you.
Nice to see you.

As soon as she arrived,

she sent a text using
Gwen's phone to Sarah Dodds,

giving her a cast-iron alibi.

And she told us she'd
been to the hospital,

so could easily put the
phone back in Gwen's bag.

That's rather brilliant.

Clever.

Wait.

So it wasn't an accident?

I'll explain it to him later.

This is all your
fault, you stupid man!

You and your bloody bankruptcy!

I'm not sure if she'll be
relieved or disappointed

when we tell her she wasn't
attacked by Old Mother Wheaten.

Lucy, come and
look, come and look!

Come and look out
the window. Outside.

Quick, come on. Quickly.

Oh!

Josh! Look at him!

Josh...

Ah. Grand gesture.

I have a terrible feeling I
may be partly responsible.

Ta. I still think we
should have told her

about her husband
having an affair.

I think it's only a matter of
time before she remembers herself.

Well, considering you don't
actually start until Monday,

you've certainly
made an impression.

Is that good or bad?

If we ignore disregarding facts,

being bloody-minded
and irrational,

getting stuck in a tree,

locking up a member of
the police committee,

almost giving Mrs
Sommerville a heart attack

and inciting the
theft of 12 cars...

..mostly good, I think.

Mostly good?

I can build on that.

Oi!

Martha!

Oi, come back here!

I'm so sorry.

Martha?

Sorry, I missed your call.

Martha?

Don't.

What happened here?

How does an entire
family simply vanish?

Two children out
there somewhere.

Call HQ. Let's get
people looking.

A hit-and-run on Railey Estate.

It's been over a week.
Maybe we could talk?

Can we just not do this?

Not now.

Hello, stranger.

You bought a boat? A houseboat.

It's our new home.

He's cute. Who's he?

Martha's business partner.

Were you two at school
together? Heavens, no!

Then how do you know each other?