All language subtitles for bey4

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[ "Just as the Tide Was Flowing"
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-* One morning
in the month of June *

* Down by a rolling river *

* There a weary traveller
chanced to stray *

* And he beheld his lover *

* Her cheeks were red,
her eyes were brown *

* Her hair in ringlets
hanging down *

* She'd a lovely face
without a frown *

* Just as the tide
was flowing *

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[ "Close Encounters
of the Third Kind" tones play ]

-It's brilliant.

[ Buzzing ]

It's just brilliant.

Apparently, local honey is just
the ticket for hay fever,

so, I popped by here and, er,

Joan asked me
if I'd like to see the bees.

How could one refuse?
Thank you, Joan.

Thank you.

-I didn't know you suffered
from hay fever.

-I don't.

[ Tranquil tune plays ]

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I'll bring it back, Joan!

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So, DS Williams,
what's happened?

-A man's been found dead
in a field up on North Farm.

-Okay.

[ "Fare Thee Well" plays ]

-* Hold on steady *

* And strong *

* Here's the dawn coming on *

* Won't be long *

* Then the sun will come *

* Shining through *

* To show me the place *

* I once knew *

* Fare thee well *

* Fare thee well and adieu *

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-The crop circle happened
at some point last night

and the body was discovered
by a group of ramblers

around 8:00 this morning.

Kelby attended with paramedics.

-Look at this.
It's amazing!

A-And you said there were
reports of, er,

strange lights in the sky, too?

-A few shaky
mobile phone images,

but nothing we can corroborate
with any of the agencies.

-Still, very exciting.

-Not for everyone, sir.

The deceased is male,
white, early 50s.

-Right, yes, sorry.

Cause of death?

-Unclear.

No markings or signs of injury
on the body.

The paramedics' best guess,
at this stage, is heart failure.

-We don't know who he is?

-No.

Oddly, no ID on
the body at all.

-Nothing?

Strange.

Morning, Kelby.

-Sirs.

-Are you okay?

-Yes, sir.
I just --

I'm just not used
to dealing with dead people.

-Ah.
Yes, well,

you stay out here,
get some fresh air.

Come along, Sergeant.

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tune plays ]

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Morning, chaps.
-Sir.

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[ Panting ]

And there was nothing
at all on the body?

-No, sir.

He could've been robbed.

-Yet there's no injuries,
signs of a struggle.

Apart from the shirt.
There appears to be

buttons missing.

-It's as though it was
ripped open.

-You think he was probed?

-Probed?
-Yeah.

Alien encounters.

That's what they do, isn't it?

Probe people.

-Aliens?

-Well, yes, I mean, we are

in the middle of a crop circle,
after all,

and there are documented cases
of alien abductions

where the victims were subjected
to medical examinations.

I did read somewhere

they sometimes go in
through the bellybutton...

...so as not to
leave any trace.

Sorry, sorry.

Ah!

**

Scar.

-Heart surgery.

Could be pacemaker,

which fits the theory
of heart attack.

-Well, if it is, there may be
a serial number linked

to his medical records, but...

...even if it was
a heart attack...

...it still doesn't tell us
how he got here.

Ah.

Yes.

[ Panting ]

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-It's a book page.

-It's Dickens.

Look, it's Pip reunited
with Estella,

the last page
of "Great Expectations."

-But why carry it
around with you?

-Or, more importantly,
why keep it in your sock?

**

So, somebody shot this
last night?

Gordon Bennett!

[ Laughs ]

It certainly looks like a UFO.

-Or a torch attached
to a selfie stick.

It's the third crop circle
the farm's had this year.

It brings all
the UFO spotters out.

-Er, croppies.

Crop circle chasers.

And you -- you said the body
was discovered

just after 8:00 am?
-Yes.

-Oi!

Cool it!

They're the police

and you're not allowed
on the farm

until they say so!

[ Grumbling ]

-Sally -- runs the shop.
-Right.

Er, Kelby, go and talk
to our croppies, would you?

Give them a description
of our man,

see if anyone knows him.

-Sir.
-Thank you.

-Ah, the farm owners, sir,
Andrew and Cassie Parker.

-Esther, we really need
to get that top field clear.

-We'll be as quick as we can.

This is Detective
Inspector Goodman.

-Good to meet you.

Sorry -- honey.

I mean, sorry, it's honey,
not --

Doesn't matter.

-The man we found is white, 50,
jeans, blue shirt.

Do you recall seeing
anyone like that yesterday?

-Er, no.
-Do you, erm,

do you live at the farm,
Mr Parker?

-Yes, we're in the main house.

-And did you see or hear
anything unusual last night?

-No, nothing.
Erm,

first we knew of all this
was when we saw

the police car in
the top field.

-You didn't hear anything
at all,

despite the appearance of a --
of a crop circle?

-That's rather the point,
isn't it?

Wouldn't be much of a mystery,
otherwise.

[ Both chuckle ]
-It certainly captures

the imagination.

-It's not imagination we need.

It's a decent harvest.

We're a working farm
and, right now,

we got half
our wheat field flattened

by heaven knows what;

the other half, trampled on
by hundreds of rubberneckers.

-My sister doesn't see
the economic benefits

of our newfound notoriety.
[ Scoffs ]

-We're a farm, not a circus.

Now, I don't know
what you found up there,

but there's work to do.

Need to get the shear grab
out of the big shed.

-Alright, two -- two groups.

The croppies,
and what's your group called?

-[ Clears throat ]

-So, no one was outside
during the night?

-Oh, we shut the gates
to the public at 7:00.

-What about the ramblers
who discovered the body?

-Well, there's a public
bridle way round the perimeter,

but never seen anyone
outside walking at night.

-Look, I'm sorry, but we've got
fields to harvest.

-Of course.
-We just need to talk to Sally

and then we'll be on our way.

If we need anything else,
we'll be in touch.

[ Jaunty tune plays ]

-Do you know everybody
in Shipton?

-Not everyone, but most.

-So, tell me about them.

-Erm, brother and sister.

He married and moved away,
but came back after his divorce.

They inherited the farm
from their parents.

Er, well, their mum.

Their dad, Nick Parker,
was a crook.

Locked up about nine years ago
for his part

in the Omnitas robbery
at Bristol Airport.

-Yes, I remember that.

-Yeah, it was really sad.

Their mum took her own life
just after the trial.

Andrew and Cassie have been
running this place

on their own ever since.

-Er, police confidentiality,

actually, sir, so.
[ Camera shutter clicks ]

-I'm not made of money.

-I need a fry-up.

Me guts are rumbling.

-There's food at home.
-No there ain't.

You ain't done a big shop yet.

-Alright, Josh?

You remember Josh Woods, sir.

Stole 12 cars in a single day.

-Ah, yes, Josh, yes.

Arranged them in a heart
for your girlfriend,

as I recall.
-[ Laughs ]

Still spending
the brownie points.

-How's the community service?

-Er, banging, yeah.

Doing some, er, gardening
for the old wrinklies

down at Summer Court,
on Wednesdays.

Tea and Jammie Dodgers
for days.

-Come on, off you pop.

-Thanks, Mum.

-This is Josh's stepmum, Sally.

Sally, DI Goodman.

-Hello.

Were you working yesterday?

-Till closing, yeah.

Er, left here, er,
quarter past 7:00.

-Did you notice
anything unusual?

-There's always something
unusual going on round here.

It's on account
of the ley lines.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]
-Laters.

[ Spokes rattling ]

-They criss-cross the country,

linking ancient
historical sites.

Some think they're lines
of supernatural energy;

some think they were
created by aliens.

But you've got your
Glastonbury that way,

your Stonehenge over there,

and the lines cross
in the top field.

So, pow!

-Did you have a man
in here yesterday?

Maybe 50, white,
jeans, blue shirt, boots?

-Don't ring no bells.

-And what about the car park?

Was it empty when you left?

-Far as I can remember.

Can I open up now?

That lot are waiting
for the guided tour

of the new circle,
once your lot go.

Then we've got a coach party
heading down from Exeter.

-Yes, I can't see why not.

-Alright.
[ Pen clicks ]

Cheers.

-Nothing.
-Okay. Thanks, Kelby.

We'll see you back
at the station.

-Right.
-Shop's open!

-So, we have lights in the sky

and a man in the middle
of a newly formed crop circle,

possibly robbed,
definitely dead,

with a page of a Charles Dickens
novel tucked into his sock.

-Worse still,
we have no idea who he is.

-I think we have our work cut
out with this one, Sergeant.

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-Yeah, we've got the one
from the walkers.

That was just after 8:00
this morning, yeah?

-Firstly,
I ain't your sweetheart.

And, secondly,
how do you know the party was

in our half of the woods?

Ha!

Witnesses who've been

up dancing all night,

drinking and taking drugs?

Gorging on them funny
mushrooms, no doubt.

Surprised they could speak,
let alone tell you

which half of the woods
they were in.

Yeah, I said gorging.

Well, I'll pass it on,
but I'm not making any promises.

We're very
[ Striking map ] busy.

We've had two stolen bikes,

a fridge set fire
in a shopping trolley,

and a bloke found dead
in a field,

and it's only half past 10:00!

[ Receiver clacks ]

That was Upper Heywood,

trying to shift their stuff
onto us again.

-HQ are supposed to sort that
out, aren't they?

-Probably all in a meeting
about whether they should have

a meeting or not,
and whether they should have

another meeting
before that meeting,

to decide on what biscuits
to have.

Where's Batman and Robin?

-Sarge texted me a minute ago.

They're on their way back,
just getting some coffees.

-Coffees?!

Bite my doughnuts.

[ Gulls squawking ]

-Here you go.
This should do the trick.

-But I don't have hay fever.

-No, but last night,
you said that you --

[ Tranquil vocals play ]
[ Sighs ]

Yes, right after we found out
about JP's new baby.

-At least, if it's from Joan,

it's local honey,
so, I can sell it.

-Look, I'm -- I'm really --
-It's fine!

It's fine.

I'm fine.

People will continue to have
babies, even if we don't.

-I have a really good feeling
about this next round of IVF.

-Oh, Humphrey, you have a good
feeling about mostly everything.

-Yes, sorry.

-Don't be.

Shouldn't you be at work?

-Yes, yes, I should, yes.
-[ Laughs ]

-[ Laughs ]

-How much do I owe you?

-Oh, on the house.

One of the perks
of the inspector here

sleeping with the owner.

-Oh, glad to be of service.

-Morning all!

Humphrey.

-Archie.

-How are you?

-Good.
And you?

-Same.
-Excellent.

-So, has, erm, Martha told you
the exciting news?

-Oh, yes!
We're being reviewed

by the food section of the
South Devon Tourist Guide.

-When?!

-Lunchtime.

-That's brilliant!

-Well, only if they like
the food.

-Oh, of course they will.

-Anything I can do to help?

-Thanks, but you
and the kitchen

aren't the greatest friends.

-Sadly true.

Then we shall leave you to it.

[ Chuckles ]
Erm --

-Thank you.

-See you at the clinic?

-2:00?

-Yes.

-Archie.
-Humphrey.

[ Tender tune plays ]

[ Glass rattles ]

So...

the good stuff.

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-Here you go, Margo.

Skinny latte.

-Are you saying I'm fat?!

-No.

I just -- I mean --

I'm not even sure how you can
make a coffee skinny,

even if it is.
You don't need one --

I mean, you might need
a coffee, but,

it doesn't have to be --
-She's winding you up.

It's what she always has.

-[ Laughs ]

-Ah, right.

Yes, excellent.

Good.

-I've had Upper Heywood on.

There was an illegal rave
in Millbrook Woods last night.

They're saying it was
in our half.

-Our...half?

-The county divisional boundary
runs through the centre.

-They've confiscated all the
sound system and issued orders,

but there's still
a few stragglers

insisting on partying on.

I told them we're busy.

-If it is our patch,
they'll only issue a complaint.

Might be easier for Kelby
to go down and take a look.

-No worries.
I could take the pick-up.

-No, you couldn't.

You haven't got
your advanced licence.

-But it's 10 miles.

-Well, better set off now then.

[ Mouse clicks ]

-Sir, you should
listen to this.

-Er, yes.

-I asked Kelby to talk
to the emergency-services

call handlers to see
if there was anything else

from last night that we could
tie in to our mystery man.

They logged this at 11:50 p.m.

-Hello. 999.
What's your emergency?

-[ Man groaning ]
-Hello?

-Help, please. Please.

Can I take you name,
please, sir?

-Help me. Ah!
-Can you give me your location?

-No. Please.
Please don't take my phone.

-Sounds like someone was trying
to take the phone away from him

while he called for help.

-Did they return the call?

-Yes, but it went straight
to automated voicemail.

-We didn't find a phone
at the scene.

-We can't say for sure
it is our man.

-Yes, except the operator
was worried enough

to try and pinpoint the location
by triangulating phone masts.

The fix wasn't accurate enough
to send an ambulance.

The best they could get
was a two-mile radius

within an area of
open farmland.

**

-North Farm.

If it is our man,
he wasn't alone.

-If you say the word
"alien" again,

I won't be responsible
for my actions.

-I'm not sure
we can entirely discount it.

After all, there is a school
of thought that, erm,

crop circles
are a complicated message

sent by beings
from another planet

trying to tell us something --

a sort of
extraterrestrial e-mail.

-And anyone with any sense
will tell you

it's two blokes with a plank
and a bit of rope.

-Yes, there's that theory, too.

-The Parkers
probably do it themselves,

bring in the grockles.
-Though I have to say

they didn't seem
best pleased about it.

-So if our man
had someone with him,

helping him
make the crop circles, who then

for some reason took his phone
and left him for dead...

-Then this may be
a murder enquiry.

Get on to the
coroner's office, see
if they've made any progress

identifying the body.
-Sir.

-Background checks on everyone
associated with North Farm,

the Parkers and Sally Woods.

And where the Dickens...

does this fit in?

-* Dreaming to sounds
that carry me so far away *

* The freedom now,
forever I'll be bound *

* Dream of the south, oh,
where the sun's so paramount *

[ Horn honks ]

* To the seasons,
I'll spend my time here now *

* They play like silent movies
only you can see *

[ Beeping ]

-Oh, the battery. Knew it!

* Keep them
rolling onwards, roll *

* To ever let them go *

-Okay.
They're waiting for a couple

of tissue tests to come back

but are very confident
they'll confirm cause of death

as massive cardiac arrest.

More interestingly, they've made
some preliminary enquiries

about the pacemaker
he had fitted,

and that unit was issued
to a hospital in North Wales

six years ago.

-...2015...

-If he came from North Wales,

how did he end up
in a field 400 miles away?

-In the middle of
a crop circle.

Maybe you were right
about the aliens.

They picked him up in Wales,

probed him through
his belly button,

and dropped him off
on Shipton.

He died en route,
and the crop circles

are a message explaining
what happened. Case solved.

-Yes, I'm not sure
that's the report

we should be sending to the
Chief Superintendent right now.

-Okay, so,
Andrew and Cassie Parker --

nothing on file for them,
nor for their mum, Nancy.

Dad Nick, though,
is a different story.

He's got a record
long as your arm.

He died in prison
six weeks ago,

nine years
into a 30-year sentence.

-He died?

-Bowel cancer.

-I didn't know.
-Neither did I.

I remember him being arrested
for the Bristol Airport robbery.

We cornered him
in Betty's Tea Rooms, this was.

Biggest thing to happen
in Shipton since Mick Jagger

had a puncture on the A38.

[ Laughter ]

-Let's assume that the emergency
call we heard yesterday

was our man's last words.

Which now means that we're
looking for someone else,

a possible accomplice.

So we need to go back,

talk to everyone
we've already seen

and ask if they've seen two men

anywhere near the farm
yesterday.

-* There once was a ship
that put to sea *

* The name of the ship
was the Billy of Tea *

* The winds blew up,
her bow dipped down *

* O blow, my bully boys, blow *

-They're asking for
a small tasting menu,

but everything feels
a bit too easy,

not fancy enough.

-You're overthinking it.

Stick to the thing
you're passionate about --

local ingredients,
served simply.

What was that dish you were
working on yesterday?

-Summer salad,
but it's just veg,

olive oil, and goat's cheese.

Isn't that a bit too basic?
-No.

No, what makes this
place unique is the
fact that you could name

the person who grew the veg,
who made the oil.

You could probably name
the goat the cheese came from.

That was your vision, remember?

Trust in that.

-You're right. Thank you.

-* Soon may the
Wellerman come *

* To bring us sugar
and tea and rum *

* One day,
when the tonguin' is done *

* We'll take our leave and go *

-[ Breathing heavily ]

**

-* Take our leave and go *

* Soon may the Wellerman come *

* To bring us sugar
and tea and rum *

-Even if we did see two people
on the bridlepath,

I'm not sure
we'd have taken much notice.

Why don't you try Sally
in the shop?

-We will. Thank you.

-I'm sorry about your dad,
Andrew.

I didn't know he died.

-Er, thank you.

-Did you manage to see him?

-Me and Cassie didn't visit.

Not after Mum did what she did.

Didn't really have anything
to say to him.

-Yeah, well, we won't take up
any more of your time.

Maybe if you could just ask
your sister if she saw anyone?

-Yeah.
-Thank you.

**

-Put my foot in it there.
-You weren't to know.

[ Cellphone rings ]

-Hello, Kelby?
You at the rave site?

Kelby? It's a really bad line.
Say again?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Hello?

He said he needs us
at Millbrook Woods,

and could we bring
the bike charger?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-I thought
I ought to show my support,

pretend to be a customer,
extol the virtues of the place.

Is that him?

-Yeah. He just got here.

-Doesn't look as if he eats
very much for a food critic.

All the television foodies
are as big as a house.

-Okay?

-Er, he wants a glass
of house dry white.

-On it.

-What's he eating?
-I'm doing a tasting menu.

-Well, no wonder
he's wasting away.

Give him a side of chips.

Maybe I should go
and flirt with him.

-No!

-I was assessing the area,
and I found this.

No other cars around,
away from the road,

no occupants and unlocked.

Took a look inside,
and I found a wallet.

It was in his jacket
on the back seat.

And there was
a driver's licence.

Now, unless I'm wrong,

it looks like
our crop-circle man.

-Yes, it is.
-David Jones.

-Kelby, you're a genius.

-Oh, and while
I was waiting for you,

I did a PNC vehicle check.

Erm, the car
is registered to him,

er, at an address
in Rhyl, North Wales.

-Which fits with what we found
in his pacemaker unit.

Well, we might be able
to identify him,

but it still doesn't tell us

how he got to be in a field

on North Farm.

-Yeah.

And the car 10 miles away
from where we found the body.

Unless the aliens
plucked him out of it.

-There's an area marked out.
Why's he done that?

And look where it is.

-North Farm.

-Plate one is a summer salad
made with broad beans,

fresh peas, and pea shoots,
all grown locally,

and served with goat's cheese
from Meadows Farm.

Made from milk taken
from a goat called Ziggy.

Enjoy.

I lied about the goat.

I don't really know
what her name was,

but it is from Meadows Farm.

-Wow. Piece of cake.

**

-Yes, contact
the local police in Wales.

Have them visit the house
to inform next of kin.

Yes, and we found a map
with North Farm

clearly marked out, so him
being there was not an accident.

He was definitely there
for a reason.

So ask the local police
if they can establish

any known links to this area.

Thank you. Bye.

[ Scoffs ]

Crivens.

Er, Kelby, we'll send a low
loader to retrieve the car.

I have somewhere
I need to be at 2:00,

so, er, I'll see you
back at the station.

**

[ Engine starts ]

Oh. [ Chuckles ]
Nearly forgot.

Bike charger.
-Oh, brilliant!

Thank you, sir!

**

**

**

[ Cellphone buzzing
and ringing ]

-Hello?

-I'm really sorry.
I'm running late.

The food guy's still here.
-Oh. Not to worry.

I'll just tell them
you've been held up.

-Or we could reschedule?

-Oh.
-It might be better.

You get back to work,
and I'll call the clinic now,

get a new date.

Is that okay?

-Of course.
Why wouldn't it be?

-Perfect.

Sorry. Love you.

-I love you, too. Okay. Bye.

-* Home again, home again *

* One day I know
I'll feel home again *

* Home again, home again *

* One day I know
I'll feel strong again *

-Erm, he's going.

**

-Thank you so much for coming.

-* Many times, I've been told *

* All this talk
will make you old *

* So I close my eyes *

-[ Speaking indistinctly ]

-* Look behind *

* Moving on, moving on *

* So I close my eyes *

* Look behind *

* Moving on *

-Well, how was he?

-He said it was the best lunch
he'd had this year.

-Yes!

-Well, he would say that,
wouldn't he?

-We'll soon know
if he meant it or not.

He promised to send us a copy
before he submits it.

Can you hold the
fort for a bit?

I need some air.
-'Course.

Ohh.
-Fantastic.

[ Door closes ]

-[ Breathing heavily ]
-You took your time.

Stop off for a picnic, did you?

[ Scoffs ]

-So, what have we got?

David Jones,
white male, 51 years old.

Drives from North Wales
to North Farm

on the outskirts
of Shipton Abbott.

He may be alone
or with another man,

but we know that he or they
are there by design

because there was a map
in his car with an area

besides North Farm
clearly marked out.

Once here, he parks his car

and then walks 10 miles
to North Farm?

-Or the second man, if there
is one, dropped him at the farm

then drove to Millbrook Woods.

-Where there's a rave
taking place?

-Ugh. Which makes no sense.

-Police in Wales
visited the address

we've got for David Jones.

It was empty.

They spoke to neighbours
who said he seemed

nice enough from what they saw,
but he was a bit of a loner.

Kept himself to himself.

Nothing in the house
suggested any links to Devon.

-Feels like a bit of a dead end.
-And we still don't know

who else was there
and took his phone,

why the car was 10 miles
from the scene,

and why did he have Charles
Dickens hidden in his sock?

-And why did he visit
Nicholas Parker in prison

six weeks ago?

An old visiting order.

**

-I've never heard
of a David Jones.

-So you have no idea
why he would visit your father?

-No.

-It was actually in the prison
hospital, the week he died.

**

-You're a fan of Dickens.

-[ Scoffs ]
I haven't got time to read.

They were Dad's.
He was a bit of a bookworm.

That was our childhood.

Dickens at bedtime.
Crosswords at the weekend.

-So you don't recall your dad
ever mentioning

anyone called David Jones?

-We haven't seen or spoken
to him since we lost Mum.

We didn't even want
to look at him.

Mum knew he wasn't a saint,
but he told her

he'd finished with that life,
that he was done with it,

promised her they'd make
their living here on the farm,

and she believed him.
-[ Scoffs ]

-So when he was arrested for
the robbery, she was distraught,

as much because he'd lied to her
as for what he'd done.

-After he was sentenced,
she just sort of...

went inside herself.

[ Scoffs ]

The truth is,
he broke her heart,

so much so that she, erm...

Well, you know.

-W-We know how
difficult this is for
you, but just to be certain,

we have a CCTV image
from the prison authorities.

If you could just take a look?

-We've said we don't know
who he is.

-Yeah, it's just to confirm.
Then we'll be on our way.

**

-I do know him.

But his name isn't David Jones.

It's Harry Preston.

He was one of the gold robbers,
along with our father.

**

-So if Harry Preston is the man

who gave evidence against
Nick Parker at his trial,

why on earth
would he agree to see him?

-That's a very good question.

-Though I understand him
changing his name,

if he was an informant.

-And, crucially, Parker was
a fan of Charles Dickens,

so it's pretty safe to assume
that the page we found

on the body came from him.

But what was it?

A memento
or a message of some kind?

-Anyway, it's pretty late,
so why don't we find out

what we can about
this Harry Preston overnight...

-Inspector?
-...and regroup in the morning.

-Er, look, I don't know
if this will help, but...

Well, Andrew thinks I burnt it.

It's a letter from Dad.
Came just before he died.

-Could I take it?
I'll make sure you get it back.

Thank you.

**

"I took her hand in mine,

and we went out
of the ruined place.

And as the morning mists
had risen long ago

when I first left the forge,

so the evening mists
were rising now.

And in all the broad expanse
of tranquil light

they showed to me,

I saw no shadow
of another parting from her."

The last page
of Charles Dickens'

"Great Expectations."

But what was it doing
in a dead man's sock?

[ Duck quacking ]

-That's an excellent theory,
Selwyn.

Then there's this letter.

Hello.
-Hey.

-How did you do
with your food critic?

-Oh. Good, I think.

I should have something
to read tomorrow.

-Oh good. Any food left?
I'm famished.

-[ Sighs ] Sorry.

Mum's at rumba class,
so she's picking up

some fish and chips
on the way back.

-Excellent.

-What about you?
What are you reading?

-Oh, well, it's really
rather sad, actually.

It's a letter from a father,
clearly on his deathbed,

to his children, who've, erm,
pretty much disowned him.

-Where's it from?

-It's this case
we're working on.

He talks about the choices
he made as a parent

and the absolute and
unbearable pain of realising

that the choices he took
destroyed

the very people he loved
and was trying to provide for.

-That's awful.

-Yes, he said
that the pain left him

"bent and broken, but, I hope,
into a better shape."

The only gift
he could leave them

was the knowledge of being

at the very centre
of his heart.

-Were they reconciled
before he died?

-No.

-I need to tell you something.

-Mm-hmm?

-I'm not sure
you'll be very happy.

-You didn't order
a pickled gherkin

to go with the fish and chips?
[ Chuckles ]

-I didn't call the clinic back
to reschedule the appointment.

-Oh, well, don't worry.
You've been busy with --

-It wasn't because
I didn't have time.

I don't want to do it anymore.

-Do what?

-You know what.

I can't do all that,

to feel those things
and then lose them again.

It won't ever work.
We know it won't.

I just want us
to say it out loud.

Can we just be a family
on our own?

Just you and me?

**

[ Vehicle approaches ]

-Of course we can.

[ Door opens and closes ]

-Almost £30 for three pieces
of fish and some chips!

I mean, you can see the sea
from the shop!

I mean, it's not as though
you have to go very far

for the fish, is it?

And the queue was all the way
back to the bank!

Queuing for daylight robbery.

What's wrong?

-Oh, nothing.

Erm, Humphrey was just
reading me a letter

from a case he's working on.

It's a bit sad. That's all.

-Some men bring flowers home.

-Sorry.

-Don't be sorry.

Just get the ketchup.

**

**

**

[ Bell tolling ]

**

-Hello, Dennis.
You look busy.

Ha-ha-ha!

**

**

-Morning, Margo.
-[ Gasps ]

What are you doing
sneaking about this early?

-I'm hardly sneaking.
I-I work here.

I didn't sleep very well.

-[ Scoffs ]

[ Door opens and closes ]

-Oh, you're early.

-Sneaking about, he was.

Nearly had our second
heart attack of the week.

-Morning, sir.
-Good morning.

-Margo, I, erm,
sent out enquiries last night,

both for here and North Wales,
for a man called Harry Preston.

Can you see if anything's
come through overnight?

-Right. New day, everyone.

Time for a fresh look
at where we are.

Now, a man we now know
to be Harry Preston

was a known associate
of Nicholas Parker.

In fact, they were quite
literally partners in crime.

Heh!

Until, that is,
Preston turned informant on Nick

and his fellow gang members

following the Omnitas raid
at Bristol Airport in 2014

in order to reduce
his own sentence.

He changed his name
to David Jones,

moved to North Wales --

we can assume to avoid
any ramifications.

All clear enough.

But then, nine years later,
with Nick Parker close to death,

Harry Preston
comes out of hiding

to visit him
in the prison hospital.

We don't know what was said
between the two men,

but whatever it was,
it resulted in Preston

driving to North Farm,

the most likely theory being
he was delivering a message

to Nick Parker's
estranged children.

But, having got there,
he suffered a fatal heart attack

in the centre
of a newly formed crop circle.

Now, other notable elements
include footage

of what appears to be a UFO
in the night sky...

a page from Charles Dickens'
"Great Expectations"

tucked into his left sock...

a call to
the emergency services,

seemingly interrupted
by some form of altercation...

a map with an area marked out
beside North Farm...

and his car being found

10 miles away
at an illegal rave.

-Just a thought...
-Go on.

-We couldn't work out
why Preston would park his car

in Millbrook Woods
and walk to North Farm,

simply because
it doesn't make any sense.

-Yes, agreed.

-Then the simplest answer is,
he didn't.

Someone else did.

-What are you saying?

-Well, at fear of stereotyping
the Shipton youth,

what if someone just nicked
Preston's car to go to the rave?

-So we need a car thief
who was at the rave last night.

**

**

-Just for the record,

I have never been to a rave
before in my entire life.

-You've still got the stamp
on your hand.

And you were pestering your mum
for money for a fry-up.

Needed to soak up the booze,
Josh?

-Don't drink.
-We arrested you in the pub.

-So now we've established
you were at the rave,

how did you get there?

-Got a bike, innit?

-Didn't we see you picking up
your bike from the farm shop?

-I borrowed someone else's.

-Whose?

-Philip's.
-Philip. Philip who?

-Er, Schofield.

-You borrowed
Philip Schofield's bike?

-Yeah.

[ Knock on door ]

-Didn't know he was local.

-Sir.

-DS Williams has left the room.

So, if we were to check
for fingerprints and DNA

in that car,
we wouldn't find yours?

And if we checked
every roadside camera

between North Farm
and Millbrook Woods,

we wouldn't see you
driving that car?

-DS Williams --
-DS Williams

has re-joined the interview.

-We did a social-media search
to see

how all the UFO spotters heard

about the crop circle
at North Farm so quickly.

Turns out it was posted
on the local UFO Watch site

at 11:35 p.m. last night

by someone whose handle
was JoshDude1999.

-[ Inhales sharply ]

-Ring any bells...Josh?

-That could have been anyone.

-What year were your born?

1999, was it?

-Yeah, but that
doesn't prove anything.

Someone could have
stolen my identity.

-Sergeant, have PC Hartford
go to Josh's address.

Seize his computer.
-And we've got experts.

People who can find
everything you've done online.

Every post you've made
on social media...

every website you've visited.

-Okay, I-I borrowed it,

but I just took it
to the party -- that's it.

And I didn't nick it, 'cause
the keys were in the ignition.

I thought it was, like, just
one of those communal things,

like the bikes.
-Ah.

And you "borrowed it"
from where?

**

-The road next to North Farm.

**

-I am showing the witness
a photograph of Harry Preston.

Think very carefully, Josh,
before you answer.

This is very important.

Did you see this man
at North Farm?

**

-No.

No, I swear. I've never seen
this bloke before in my life.

-Then what were you doing
at North Farm?

**

-Well, there you have it.

Andrew Parker has been
secretly paying Josh

to help him make the circles.

Two men and a board and a drone

used to put the lights
up in the sky,

which Josh filmed
for good measure.

Seems the farm's been
struggling of late,

and Andrew discovered
a good source of income.

So we may have solved
the mystery of the car

and the crop circle,
but I'm not sure it brings us

any closer to discovering
why Harry Preston

travelled all the way
to the farm.

Yes.
Margo, anything else come in?

-Not much.

I found one of the guards
on duty in the prison

the day of
Harry Preston's visit.

No one really heard
the conversation,

but he was there a good hour.

The guard said he really
liked Nick Parker, though.

Said they used to sit
and do puzzles together.

-The stuff he used to do
with his kids.

-Mmm.
-Mm.

Well, if he'd lost his wife and
his children had disowned him,

he was probably glad
to talk to someone.

-"The Ten Mile Kitchen
stole my heart, not my wallet.

Genuinely local produce prepared
without fuss

and at a reasonable cost."

-What did I tell you?

You should be happy.

They print over 300,000 of these
for the summer.

-Ah.
-What?

-Slightly crossed wires.

"There's clear chemistry between
Martha, who prepares the food,

and Archie,
her wine-expert partner."

-Sounds like we're married.
-Yes.

Well, perhaps you could get him
to reword it slightly.

-What will Humphrey think?

-I'll explain.
It's pretty harmless.

-We should have made it clear.

I thought it was about the food,
not us.

-Well, it is, mostly. I mean,
don't get upset about it.

-Don't get upset about it?

He has no right to say
something like that!

He was here to sample my food,
not comment on my life!

-Er, Mots. Mots...

Ah...

**

-Yes.

**

**

I feel like I've been told off.

-I'm sorry.

-And at the risk
of incurring more wrath,

it does seem that you
overreacted, just a little.

He said you had chemistry,

not that you were necking
over the bread rolls.

-Necking?

-It's perfectly obvious
your feelings for Archie

are starting to come back
and you're in denial.

The lady doth protest too much,
methinks.

-You couldn't be more wrong.

-Really?
-Really.

-Then enlighten me.

-Last night, I told Humphrey
that I didn't want children --

or that I didn't want
to go through IVF again.

-Oh.

How did he react?

-As only Humphrey can.

By telling me not to worry.

By holding me in his arms
all night

and telling me
that it didn't matter

and that all he needed was me.

-Which made it worse.

-I know he wanted to mean it,

but I worry that he didn't.

Not really.

I just feel so selfish.

That he might have
a better life without me.

-Don't be ridiculous!
-I mean it, Mum.

He's the most amazing man
I've ever known

and he deserves to be happy.

I just don't know if he can
ever truly be that with me.

**

**

**

**

-Just had final confirmation
from the coroner's office

on Harry Preston.

Coronary artery atheroma.

Nothing to do
with the pacemaker itself.

His arteries had narrowed,
and he had a blood clot.

They said any kind
of physical exertion

may have caused
a piece of atheroma

to break off and form a clot.

So nothing suggesting
foul play,

and if someone else
was with him,

sounds like he would
have died anyway.

-Mm-hmm.
-As for the rest of it,

it'll just have to stay
an unsolved puzzle.

-Puzzle.

That's exactly what this is,
isn't it?

A puzzle.

**

What if it's a puzzle
by design?

-How do you mean?

-Okay.

So what if...?

**

See, I remember
the Omnitas robbery,

and if I'm not mistaken,

Nick Parker's sentence
was so harsh at the time

because he refused to give the
whereabouts of the gold bullion.

So, what if?

The only member of the gang
not in prison was Harry Preston.

-Who got a lesser sentence

for giving evidence
against the others.

-Exactly, and he hears
that the only person

who knows where the gold is...
is dying.

So he goes to visit him.

-I'm so sorry, Nick.
Please forgive me, Nick.

-He begs for forgiveness,
convinces him

that he wants to make amends
in any way he can...

offering to take care
of the one thing

Nick holds most dear when
he's gone -- his children.

-Hoping Nick would tell him
where the gold was?

-Exactly that.
So, if we start there,

then suddenly things
start to fall into place.

We now know why Harry Preston
was at North Farm,

and I think this...

was Nick's way...

was Nick's way of showing
where the gold was.

**

My guess is that
whatever this is,

it was supposed to be delivered
to Andrew and Cassie,

to be their inheritance.

But instead...

once a rat, always a rat.

He went to North Farm to try
and find the gold for himself.

The map told him that it was
buried somewhere at the farm,

but he didn't know where.

That night, he parks by the side
of the road at North Farm.

**

He knew that the book page
would somehow tell him

exactly where to look,

but he had no idea how.

**

He takes this,
hoping that something

would make some sense
when he got there.

**

It mentions a bench.

"We are friends, said I,
rising and bending over her,

as she rose from the bench."

Was there a bench somewhere?

"As the morning mists
had risen long ago

when I first left the forge..."

The forge? Was that a clue?

I think he was there for hours.

But he picked the one night
when Andrew and Josh

were creating UFO crop circles.

**

He may even have heard
Josh stealing his car

to go to the rave.

Andrew recognised Harry Preston
immediately.

-Hey!

Hey! Come back here!

**

-Harry knew he had to hide
the clue to the gold --

the book page.

And then...

-[ Groaning ]

[ Monitor beeping ]

**

-Fearing for his life,
he made that call.

-Help. Please help.

Help me.

Please don't take my phone.

-You think you can come
back here after what you did?

Putting our father in prison,
ruining our lives, eh?

-Please.

-I think he just...
watched him die.

-Please.

[ Groaning ]

Ah...

[ Beeping ]

[ Rapid beeping ]

[ Flat line ]

**

-Okay. I buy all of that.
Except one thing.

-What?

-Would Nick Parker
really have trusted him

with the whereabouts
of the bullion?

-No, you're right.
No, he wouldn't.

So, there was a third part
of the puzzle

sent direct to his children.

-Just before he died.
-The letter.

I'll make sure you get it back.

If Harry Preston betrayed him,
he'd get nothing.

But if he didn't,
he trusted that his children

would be smart enough
to work it out.

He did puzzles with them
as children, remember?

-Mmm.

-But are we?

**

Are we?

**

-Sir.

-Yes.

Yes. Now the letter.

**

Look, there's a line here that's
a direct quote from the page.

"I've been bent and broken, but,
I hope, into a better shape."

What comes after that?

"The only gift I can leave you
is the knowledge of being

at the very centre
of my heart."

Gift...

knowledge...

centre...

heart.

There. There.

Centre of my heart!

**

**

"X" marks the spot.

-[ Chuckles ]

**

**

**

**

-Shame we can't keep it.

-Er, no.

Er, but there is
a substantial reward,

so maybe your dad will get
what he wanted after all.

**

-Why didn't you tell me
what happened?

-Trying to protect you,
I suppose.

-Is he in trouble?

-Yes, I'm afraid so.

If the Crown Prosecution Service
deem that he caused

or accelerated the death
of Mr. Preston,

they could charge him
with manslaughter.

-You silly sod.

-At least you won't
need aliens to keep
the farm afloat anymore.

-This way, sir.

**

**

-I spoke to the foodie.
Put him straight.

He'll change the text
before sending it in.

-Thank you.

-He was right, though.

About us having chemistry.

-If by that you mean we work
well together, then, yes.

-And is that all it is to you?
Just work?

Don't tell me
you haven't wondered

whether there was
still something there.

-We are not doing this.

-Stop lying to yourself, Mots.

I know you, remember.

I can see that you're not happy,
that you're unsettled.

At least be honest.

-Please don't do this.

-What -- What sort of a day
have you had?

-Oh, a bit of a strange one,
actually, now you ask.

You see, er...

-Oh, hello, darling.
Humphrey's here.

-So I can see.
Are you ready?

-Erm, yeah. Bye.

**

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