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Oh, you're getting much better,
Reverend.

How about we play for something
more meaningful?

I think I've got a few pennies.

No, I couldn't take money
from a man of the cloth!

If I win, that top of yours comes off.

If you lose, mine does!

Ida. We've talked
about you getting too excited.

The other residents are enjoying
their quiet time.

Yes, Matron.

Good morning, bunny hoppers!

It's time to get up and jive! Yee-ha!

Clem Preston! Stop this at once!

Open this door. You're upsetting
the other residents!

Did I ever tell you about the time
that I invented the Turkey Trot?

Course, they'll have you believe
it's an American invention,

but then they'll have you
believe anything.

Open this door, Mr Preston,
right this instant!

Mr Wyndham, your keys, please.

Clem, I think it might be time
to open up.

I don't think so, Reverend.

Fortune favours the bold!

You have a stout,
but not unimpressive posterior,

Matron Fletcher.

Mr Preston,
you have embarrassed yourself.

In front of the staff here,
the other residents,

- and now the vicar as well.
- The vicar's a young man, I...

You've as likely overexcited yourself...

just like the summer fair.

D'you remember the mess
you made of yourself

in front of the whole home?

And how many of us it took
to clean you up?

You don't wanna be seen like that
by everyone again, do you?

Please escort Mr Preston
back to his room.

Was that really necessary?

You'd have me tolerate
insubordination, Mr Davenport?

No, but the manner in which
we talk to people...

Not so long ago,
St Cedd's was a workhouse,

yet today our residents
have warm beds, sinks in every room

and a communal television.

They are very lucky.

I expect the courtesy of discipline
in return.

As, I've no doubt, would you.

She treated him like a child.

It was demeaning!

Getting old is demeaning.

Those places are meant to be supportive.

You know in my day, you were
born at home and you died at home.

If nothing else,
it was convenient for visitors.

I know a bully when I see one.

You planning to do something
about it this afternoon?

Well, no.

Good. Pass me the greaseproof paper.
They'll be here in a minute.

Hey, kids! Packed a picnic
for the fishing trip!

Yay!

Where's Cathy?

She, er, she had a union thing.

- And Esme?
- No.

Can I... help with that?

I don't know. Is this inappropriate
for a kind, grieving widow, too?

I'm sorry...

about the other night.
I didn't mean to upset you.

I was an idiot.

I like you, a lot.

But I'm not looking for anything,
with anyone.

I am in need of a friend.
I think we're good at that.

Lucky for you,
some of my best friends are idiots.

- Life's complicated enough, right?
- Exactly!

We've only got seven welly boots,
but there are eight feet.

Don't worry, Will's got a saw,

we just need a volunteer
who likes hopping.

I didn't think you'd come back here.

I've left Elliot.

What?

I told him everything.
The wedding's off.

Wow!

What happened?

I realised I've been living the life
my parents wanted...

...the life Elliot wanted.

I wanna live unexpectedly...

get on that bike of yours and drive.

Rome, Paris...

You know, in Sweden they're
letting women train as priests.

Oh, I'm not sure I can just...

run away now.

It's running towards.

Towards a new future,
one we get to write.

Say the word,
and we can be in Florence in a week.

Vicarage?

Get yourself down
to St Cedd's care home. Pronto.

You told me the matron here was a bully.

Well, she seems a little... domineering.

Why, has she done something?

No.

Someone's done for her.

Boss, according to the staff,
this room belongs to a Clem Preston.

Clem?

They found the pillows
dressed as a body.

He's done a runner in the night.

Not only Mr Preston.
Just done a head count.

Two of the residents are missing.

Clem Preston and...

Ida Merryman.

There's no sign of forced entry on
the main doors and nothing missing,

- so not a robbery gone wrong.
- Did she have any relatives?

There's no husband.
She lived in a flat on site.

That smells like corn.

- Could she have been poisoned?
- Ah, we'll test it.

So, she falls and hits her head here...

Or she was pushed.

By a pair of septuagenarians?

Well, you said yourself,
Clem was a trouble maker.

Oh, Clem played loud music. On that
basis, the next suspect's Esme.

Plenty of clothes still here,
so they didn't pack for a big trip,

so why run?

Well, they'd witnessed a killing,
or they were scared?

Or... taken hostage?

But in any case, I'm more concerned
they'll do themselves a mischief

than harm anyone else.

Clem doesn't strike me as a killer.

We've searched the meadows.
Nothing, sir.

OK.

We've put out a county-wide alert.

Uniform are checking cafes and parks
nearby. They can't have gone far.

You put together a picture
of what happened last night?

- A start of one.
- Mm-hm.

All residents accounted
for at 8pm yesterday.

Matron was definitely alive.

Day shift turn up at eight
to wake everyone, start breakfast.

That's when they found her.

Eight last night to eight this morning,

it's hardly narrowing it down.

Except someone heard a bang
just after 9pm,

thought it was the water pipes.

Anyone else verify that?

Not yet.

See if you can track down
any relatives for Clem and Ida,

anyone they'd go to.

Boss.

- These places give me the creeps.
- I think it's nice,

having somewhere
and someone to look after you.

You were born
with a silver spoon in your mouth

and Mrs C still makes your bed,
of course you like it.

- Pat.
- Ah!

- This is Inspector Keating.
- Ah.

Pat Wyndham, he's the handyman here.

I'm sorry.
This all must be quite a shock.

You worked here long?

Oh, a couple of years now. It was
the Matron gave me this break.

Er, were you here
around nine o'clock last night?

No, I'm off at eight each day.

How easy is it for the residents
to get out of here?

We get a few wandering
off the grounds, but never very far.

They don't have it in 'em.

Could Clem have had anything
to do with the Matron's death?

You've seen 'em clash. He's
a feisty bugger, but not dangerous.

Was there anyone else
who might've taken issue with her?

Family of the residents, other staff?

I don't think so.

She could be very strict, very firm.

Hell, you would not wanna cross her.
But people felt safe.

It's like a family here.
Please find Clem and Ida,

before anything happens to them.

Wait, Geordie, I think
there's something you should know.

Maya?!

Bloody hell! Casanova!

Well, that's the boss cheesed off
for a year.

So, what did you say to her?

- I said that it's a lot to take in.
- Mm-hm.

But it has to be a "no" obviously.
Same reason I said "no" to Bonnie.

Oi! Bonnie is not the same.
You behave around her.

I am! We're just friends.
I'm swearing off women.

Oh, bollocks you are!

What's happened is
it's all got a bit too real.

When you couldn't have Maya,
it was a fantasy.

Now you can and you're terrified.

And no wonder!
What'd you even know about her?

I know plenty.

You know nothing. It's just lust.

Relationships take
a bit more graft, Will.

Oh, that is rich!

What have you done to win Cathy back
since the cornflower debacle?

That was not a debacle.

You are waiting for her, like
it's just a phase, but it's not.

Cathy is changing and
you have no idea how to handle that.

Oh, wonderful assessment, Dr Kinsey,

but it's not the notches on your
bed, it's the miles on your clock.

You've never got out of the driveway.

And you're broken down on the A1.

Pathologist's report's in.

Impact to the head killed her.
Matches the sink.

There's no other bruising,
no other marks.

So she could've fallen?

Yeah, but you don't run away
if someone slips over.

Results are in.

The liquid in those two glasses,
it's not poison, it's moonshine.

A real blue flame special,
according to the lab boys.

I think they'd rather fancy a bottle
if you find it.

First we've gotta find out
who's brewing it.

Maybe they're involved?

Also, I've been doing some digging.

St Cedd's didn't have any records
for the next-of-kin for Clem Preston

but the home deals with
the Court of Protection a lot,

and his name pops up there.

His guardianship was being changed
due to mental incapacity.

The Matron named instead
of his daughter, Clara Preston.

Clem was hardly incapable.

His signature's on here.

Maybe he gave his money to the Matron.

His daughter finds out,
confronts them both, kills Fletcher,

runs off with Dad.

By the way, your wife popped in earlier.

What, for me?

No, actually for me. A bit of
a unity in the sisterhood chat.

Hm.

But she did ask
if you could knock off early.

Why, she wants to meet?

No, actually, it's a union thing...

Oh, rattling tins on streets
is no concern of mine, comrade.

Make yourself useful
and track down that daughter.

There might be someone else at the home

who knows about these
guardianship claims.

What is that man doing here?

Elliot, I-I am so sorry,

- I will leave...
- That's DCI Wallace to you.

Get the hell out of here!

Go, I'll catch up.

What's the point
of that man's presence, Keating?

Character witness, murder case.

Bloody interfering amateur.

We don't need any Father Brown
bollocks, not in my station.

Apologies, sir.

Will, he doesn't mean
to step on any toes.

He can be an idiot,
but he's a-he's a good man.

It's funny, isn't it, how this life
can look exciting from the outside?

- You're married.
- Yeah.

It's not an easy life for her,
I imagine.

- She puts up with a lot.
- More than she should.

You're right,
it was exciting at the start.

Important job. Fight the good fight.

But the hours are hard.
You don't bring home enough.

Well, what you do bring home
is a head full of bad thoughts.

Perhaps it's just too much
to ask of them.

Sighting of the old couple!

The ravens guard the Tower,
the white cliffs shine in Dover,

and Mrs C Vims the sink.

I don't need a fuss.

It's all gonna be OK.

I've decided, I'm not gonna
go through with the treatment.

Look, I can't imagine
how scary this illness is,

but you can't just give up like this!

This is not giving up.

Do you know what they'll do to me?
What it involves?

We'll get through it, together.

I don't have to do this if
I don't want to. I've had my time.

And you've plenty of time left.
We will all be with you.

- God will be with you.
- God is not there for me any more.

Mrs C, you are
a good, Christian woman...

You're just a boy...

trying to tell us all how to live.

Fogeys are long gone.

They held up Mr Bloom here and made
off with his silver Jensen Saloon.

Clem and Ida?

Matches the description, old fella
with a cravat, old bird with him.

He span some yarn about how his wife
was sick, needed a ride to hospital.

When Mr Bloom fetched his car keys,
Clem has a gun in his pocket,

says to hand 'em over,
plus all the cash in his wallet.

A gun? Bloody hell!

Right, circulate a description
of the car.

And that they may be armed.

- This is getting out of hand.
- Boss.

I'm sorry I caused you problems
with Elliot.

Well, make it up to me
by helping find that moonshine.

Do you think Clem
could've brewed it himself?

Well, possibly.

I can't believe he has a gun!

Let's hope he doesn't use it. Oh!

Beat you to it.

That is definitely not turpentine.

Now, who here might have access
to bottles like that?

Hey, what are you doing?

Open this, would you, Mr Wyndham?

Or would you prefer to see what happens

when you obstruct
my murder investigation? Hm.

- Anyone else have keys to this?
- No.

So, it's your moonshine operation.

Yes.

We found two glasses of it
in Clem's room.

Did the Matron chance upon
this scheme of yours?

Threaten to report
or even sack you for it?

No! She had no idea. Nobody did.

- Except Clem.
- Ah, Clem loved it.

He didn't hurt anyone.

Matron Fletcher
might've felt differently.

Look, I told you, she had no idea.

You told us you left the home
at eight last night.

Were you really here, Pat?

Did you witness anything?
Hear the bang just after nine?

Look, I had a drink with Clem
after I knocked off at eight,

but I was nowhere near his room at nine.

- So where were you?
- Nigel Kneale.

What, he a resident here?

No, the writer.
Well, his new Quatermass was on.

Couldn't miss the chance
to see it on the big box.

Anyone corroborate that?

What did we watch last night, Shirley?

Er... Oh, Martians
on the London underground!

Nothing beats watching with this lot.

Oh?

Another one of your admirers.

Look.

Clem wasn't the only one Fletcher
was seeking guardianship of.

There's application forms here
for a dozen residents.

So she's getting their finances and
any property all signed over, too.

- Where's Captain Efficiency?
- Robbery at the Fitzwilliam.

All clear.

The old man's daughter
is in your office.

Clara Preston?

What trouble's my father
got himself into this time?

He may be involved in the murder
of Matron Sandra Fletcher

at the St Cedd's Care Home last night.

Murder?

Did you know his guardianship
was being changed?

From you to the Matron?

No, I...

That means you get
none of his money. No inheritance.

Hm, quite a blow.

Did you find out
and confront the Matron about it?

Confront her where?

I had no idea my father was in
a home. We haven't spoken in years.

You're estranged?

Yes.

What happened, to push you apart?

It wasn't one thing. It was
a lifetime of his scams and schemes.

Like what?

He claimed he beat Jack the Ripper
in an arm wrestle,

had an affair with Marie Lloyd.

Great tales, I'm sure,
if you've just met him.

I lived with those lies and distortions.

He used to take me to pick
the Christmas tree every year.

A wonderful father-daughter trip
to the woods.

Except I learned later
we were stealing them...

...and I was just there for sympathy
if we got caught.

So where were you yesterday evening?

Last night I was on a date
at a full restaurant.

Well, your father fled the scene
with another resident, Ida Merryman.

And today they stole a car
and some cash.

This has the whiff of one
of his stories finally gone too far.

Did he ever talk about
what he'd do with money?

Always.

Well, this time next year
we'd be rich or famous.

He'd drive us to afternoon tea
at The Ritz in some flash car.

He was an awful tease.

Miss Scott!

I need you to call
all the posh hotels in town,

find out if any have a silver
Jensen saloon parked outside.

And tell uniform the driver is armed.

Reverend!

You keep your hands
where I can see them.

Stay in your seat, stay calm.

- Where's the gun, Mr Preston?
- Right pocket.

So much for Bonnie and Clyde.

Forget the hold-up, Inspector. I did it.

I slayed the dragon.

Cracked her head wide open.

So, you're admitting
to the murder of Matron Fletcher

last night at the St Cedd's Care Home?

Hm... No, I-I-I don't think I am.

But you confessed at the hotel.

Spiced up the afternoon tea for
the duchesses, I should say, yeah?

This is a serious allegation,
Mr Preston.

Murder is a capital offence.

So is life, Inspector.
Mine's already short.

Shorter than the drop
from a hangman's noose, I'd wager.

A woman's dead.

Clem, when you locked yourself
in the Matron's office,

did you take a look
at some of the files on her desk?

Arthur Conan Doyle,
man with a delightful moustache,

once came to our school

to extoll the virtues of observation
and deduction.

- Clem, did you see...
- As he was leaving,

I threw a paper aeroplane
out of the window, two storeys up!

It looped and it swooped its way
down, and... poked him in the eye.

"Didn't observe that coming, did ya!"

Mr Preston, I think you became aware

that the Matron had forged an
application to become your guardian,

to take possession of your property
and control your life.

You confronted her,
pushed her, and killed her.

I like this story.
Sounds like one of mine.

Did you witness Clem get
into an altercation with the Matron

and push her to the ground?

No, nothing of the sort.

Did you see anything at all?

Of course I did, it was me.

Excuse me?

I did it. I pushed the Matron.

She fell and smashed her head.

Well, we thought it was...

You thought the man did it, didn't you?

Silly buggers!

So why d'you do it?

She was a monster to him.

When he asked about the papers,

she said horrible things about how
pathetic he was with his stories.

Clem is not as tough as he acts.

I thought he was going to drop dead
there in front of me.

- So, you pushed her over...
- Hm.

- ...And then what happened?
- I was so shaken up.

But, er, Clem said,
"Let's have one more adventure",

so we took her keys and ran.

How did she fall?

I told you, I pushed her.

And she smashed her head...?

On the water pipes.

It made a big bang.

You've spent too long with Clem, Ida.

Fletcher hit the washbasin.

You didn't even
see the murder happen, did you?

What will you do with them?

Hold them both overnight.

That lady that came in with my father...

- Mm-hm.
- Could I speak to her?

I'm so sorry. I understand my father
has dragged you into one of his...

Well...

I don't know what he promised,
but I'm sure it wasn't this.

Clara, isn't it?

He loves you, you know.

I'm sorry, but he doesn't
love anyone but himself

and his inane bloody fantasies.

He saved us.

Ticking off the days in that place.

When you've got nothing else,
you need a bit of distraction.

A sense of purpose.

He made us feel as if we were all
part of some great adventure.

- Boss?
- Hm.

Trouble brewing at some shop
on Christ's Lane.

Communists kicking off.

So send in uniform.

We did, they daren't move 'em.

Why ever not?

- The ringleader...
- Hm?

It's your wife.

You shouldn't be doing this!

There is no reason
for you to be in here!

You need to not manhandle me!
You need to get off!

- Let go of my hand!
- Bloody hell!

You don't need to hold my hand!

Get off!

Cathy. Love...

Equal pay without delay!

Equal pay without delay!

All right, all right.
All right! Simmer down!

It's your boys who've come in here
and started getting physical!

This is a peaceful protest!

Cathy, please! I mean, handcuffs?

Where d'you even get...

It's Miss Scott.

We are not leaving
until Mr Draper agrees to pay us

eight pounds a week, same as the men.

- Mr Draper has made the complaint.
- Oh, he would.

It's wilful damage to private property.

Ah, come on!

He says your cuffs
are scraping his varnish.

So, you're
a tool of the corporation now, eh?

You have to stop this.

Solidarity in the face of oppression!

- What do we want?
- Equal pay!

- When do we want it?
- Now!

Get the bolt cutters and a couple
of vans down here sharpish.

We'll sort this out at the station.

Boss.

- What do we want?
- Equal pay...

This is highly irregular, boss.

In case you hadn't noticed, Larry,
so's the suspect.

Good luck.

This the only way I get to see you now?

Four whole years
I've been at Swinnertons.

New lad started this week,
green as you like.

On seven pound a week, whilst
Muggins here is on five and change.

Miss Scott,
besides aiding and abetting you lot,

solves twice the crimes
Larry does for half his wages.

And Larry got lost on his way out
of the cells last month.

I get it.

Oh, you get it so well, you arrested
me in front of Mr Draper.

What happened to us?

Things used to be so simple.

- Oh, here we go again!
- What?

You're always falling back on the past.

The cornflowers,
the bloody train station story.

All you do is reach
for how we used to be.

I don't even know who you are now,

and you sure as hell
don't seem to know who I am.

You're my Cathy...

Am I?

I'm scared.

I am scared because
you have always been my anchor.

After the war, you and the kids...

With you lot,
I knew I was doing all right.

My family was my happy place.

And without that anchor,
I'm not sure I know who I am.

And maybe,
maybe you and the railway station

where we first met...

...it's a story I just tell myself
to right myself.

I don't know what happens
when I let go of that.

I'm not asking you to let go of it.

I never would.

But how much have we been through
since that station platform?

How many kids? How many fights?

How many Larrys?

How many vicars?

Yeah!

I just want you to see us as we are now.

Aren't there new stories we could write?

Like what?

Oh, I don't know!

Imagine...

Imagine two strangers
in a police station.

It's a terrible start.

- One grizzled old detective.
- Less of the grizzled!

One independent working woman.

She sounds all right.
Bit chippie, maybe...

What would you really think of me,
if this was the first time?

I'd think you were as beautiful
as I did on that platform...

Oi! Stay in the here an' now.

I'd think you're the most
formidable woman I've ever met.

You're brave, you're funny.

Too smart for the likes of me.

Well, you're not wrong there, Inspector.

And I see a good man, but one
that has a habit of losing his way.

A touch more honesty'd help with that.

I can do honesty.

- Hm?
- Hm-mm.

"Honest George", they'd call me.

And I see that... charm.

And I see those baby blues.

Still able to set me all a-quiver.

Flattery will get you nowhere,
Mrs Keating.

You're still under caution.

Ah, well, in that case,
this would be quite improper...

♪ A wandering minstrel, I ♪

♪ A thing of shreds and patches ♪

♪ Of ballads, songs and snatches ♪

♪ And dreamy lullaby! ♪

All right! All right, enough.

"Yeah, so where were you
this morning, Geordie?"

"Vicarage felt empty
without your delightful presence."

OK, where were you?

Course of true love
is a bumpy bastard, Will.

Oh, that is brilliant news.
Congratulations!

Get your ruddy hands off me, baby-face!

It's you insisting
on taking a leak every five minutes!

He didn't do it, did he?

He's all too happy to get caught,
and then stringing us along.

Mm, same with Ida.

So, who?

Well, Thursday?

- Larry!
- Friday, then?

Larry, get me the statements

from all staff and residents
at St Cedd's.

Everyone has an alibi.

In bed, on duty watching a...
a Quatermass show.

Oh, fiddlesticks!

I missed it. Quatermass.
It's rather thrilling.

Meant to watch it at the weekend.

Larry, change of plan.
Get me the TV listings.

Now, I've told you already,
I was watching TV.

Hm. Well, tell me
if you've heard this one before.

"A brain scanner reveals alien
pictures in Barbara Judd's mind

"of the wild hunt, the frenetic
purging of the Martian hives."

- Well, yeah, Quatermass.
- Mm-hm.

First broadcast on Saturday night.

And repeated again...

on Monday.

You knew the details
from the original broadcast,

a few days earlier,

and you relied on the hazy memories
of the residents to convince us

you had an alibi for Monday night.

Fletcher's words didn't just hurt Clem.

When she called his stories lies...

...she hurt everyone else
who believed in them, too.

Sometimes we need a vision
of ourselves, a happy place...

...to anchor us.

And it's terrifying to let go of it.

I wanted to be a pilot.

Fly planes, maybe rockets.

But I ended up here.

Living alone.

Clem made it bearable.

Like there was hope.

When he confronted her,
Fletcher knew she'd been rumbled...

- Just give them back to me!
- ...but she couldn't let it get out.

- Give them back to me!
- Hey!

- What's going on?
- It's nothing to do with you.

I tried to calm things. I guess
it felt like I was undermining her.

She turned on me.

Argh!

I didn't mean to do it.

I've always liked a drink.

Matron cleaned me up
and gave me a chance.

I reckoned you'd see the moonshine
and my history...

...and figure me for murder.

So Ida and Clem took it upon themselves

to lead us on a merry dance around town.

They told me to get home
and not to worry.

They tried to save me.

Pat Wyndham, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of manslaughter.

You do not have to say anything
unless you wish to do so,

but it may harm your defence...

They all fell for his stories, then?

It can't have been easy to grow up
with all your dad's tall tales...

but for some people,
hard lives need hope.

Ida and Pat needed an escape...

...to the point that they
risked everything for your father.

So DC Peters
has run through the charges of theft

and disorder against you both,
but for now, you're being bailed.

Oh!

- You all right?
- I'm fine.

Dad.

Clara.

There's a field near my house.

I hear the council
are growing Christmas trees.

Oh! What fools they are.

You think the charges will stick?

Ah, it depends on the car owner.

Oh, what the hell,
it'll be one more tale if they do.

Robbery, high tea and
a wild goose chase around Cambridge.

They really did seize the day.

- That's a relief.
- He's so hungry.

Well, that's me.

I'm glad you're going back.

As am I.

Someone else can darn the holes
in your suit, empty your ashtrays.

- And the state of your room!
- Thank you, Mrs C.

- You've been an absolute saint.
- Nonsense.

No, really.

Without you and Will...

Been a rough year.

But I would walk over hot coals

to get any time back
with Cathy and the kids.

More time.

It's all we can hope for.

Hey, it's me.

Listen, what are you up to tonight?

So, Will, what prompted
this change of heart?

Well, I suddenly had the urge

to go and see those female priests
in Sweden.

I think I might need a guide.

I just needed a bit more time.

And now you know what you want?

Carpe diem.

Morning, Reverend D.

- Bonnie.
- Sorry, yes, yeah, it is early.

- Wait, can we just, um...
- I have to say this now. OK.

Let's not be friends.

I think friends is wrong for us.

I realised, and this... sounds weird.

I realised after that date
that I really hated you,

hated what you said and how you said it,

hated your stupid face
and your stupid laugh.

- Bonnie, if we could just...
- Please, hear me out!

But that feeling means something more.

It means really, really liking.

I know you wanna lock me out, but...

I think you feel something, too.

Now you think I'm crazy, yeah,

I've just woken you up
and told you that I hate you.

- Can we have tea?
- Look, Bonnie! Bonnie!

Oh.

This is not what it looks like...

Bonnie?

Bonnie, wait! Wait!

- Get off me!
- Sorry.

I can't believe
I just said all that to you, and...

Or that I believed anything you said!

You incredibly entitled arsehole!

Bonnie!

I-I am very, very sorry.

She's not wrong.

It's very entitled to lead a lady on.

Worse still to do it twice.

What's happening here?

I am so sorry.

I don't want your sorrow.

I was always going away.

It was nice to imagine that
you'd come with me...

...but I think I was kidding myself
about the man you are.

And I think you have been, too.

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