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PIERCING SCREAM

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

Next carriage, sir!

All right, all
right. OK. Come on.

Clear the way, please. Clear.

Thank you.

Who can tell me what happened?

We all came in here for
lunch. We went into a tunnel

and when we came out the
other side, there he was.

Can I ask you all to wait in
the next carriage, please?

Do as the inspector asks.

Excellent job, by the way.

Thank you.

♪ One morning, in
the month of June

♪ Down by a rolling river

♪ There a weary
traveller chose to stay

♪ And here beheld his lover

♪ Her cheeks were red,
her eyes were brown

♪ Her hair in
ringlets hanging down

♪ She had a lovely
face without a frown

♪ Just as the tide
was flowing. ♪

MARGO: All right, everyone.

You can get on with the
rest of your Saturday,

but we've got a full
dress rehearsal tomorrow,

so don't be late. You all right for
any costume nips and tucks tomorrow?

I'll bring my box.

Thank you so much
for doing this.

Sorry it was all
a bit last-minute.

No, you're very welcome.

It made for an
interesting weekend.

Mm-hm! Any news on
Terry and Lynne?

Well, the embassy's
arranged for a new passport

and there's a flight
the day after tomorrow,

so they should make
the actual night.

But if you can stand in again
for tomorrow's dress rehearsal,

that will really help. I'm free!

Well, I'll have to check
my crowded social calendar,

but I'll do my best.

You're a star!

Hear that?

The director called me a star.

And here they are,

our famous Inspector
O'Keefe, Lady Wickham!

HE CHUCKLES You did a
wonderful job, you know?

Didn't they, Katie?

Kate!

Your line - "Do as
the inspector asks,"

perhaps a tad more urgency?

Here we go. I'm just trying
to get it right, George.

Esther's only
standing in, Katie.

Even so.

And my name is Kate.

I'll try harder... Kate.

Anyone fancy a quick one?

As the new boy, I feel I
should buy you all a drink.

Well, if you're paying...

Excuse me.

Not me, thanks.

I've got a hungry teenager
waiting to be fed.

I want to go over
my lines again.

Home for me too, but have fun.

Looks like a cheap night, then.

See you all tomorrow.
Don't be late.

Toot-toot!

ALL CHUCKLE

ESTHER SIGHS

Is it too late to change
the murder victim?

She's a bit full of herself.

Had an audition for Emmerdale. Now
she thinks she's Judi Dench. Hmph!

ESTHER: Ooh.

Is he part of the play?

He's rather pretty
for an engine driver.

I don't think so.

Well, maybe he's Lady
Wickham's secret lover.

More to the point,

do you think he'd let me
take a look at the engine?

No harm in asking. Or
I could do it for you?

No, it's OK.

I can manage.

Are you the driver?

Not exactly. I'm
the fireman. Kieran.

Kieran Fish.

I look after the boiler.
Harry there's the driver.

QUIET CHATTER

Ah. I was hoping to
take a look around.

Go on. Jump on.

Can I?

This is amazing!

My grandad used to drive
these back in the day.

I've loved them ever since.

All the gauges on the left
there, that's my stuff,

keeping the boiler at
temperature when we set off.

Harry works the
throttle and the brakes.

Very much a two-man operation?

Doesn't work otherwise.

Ah.

May I?

Knock yourself out.

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

WHISTLE BLOWS AGAIN

WHISTLE BLOWS REPEATEDLY

MORE WHISTLE-BLOWING

STEAM HISSES

Oh... Ohh!

Help!

BRAKES SCREECH

WHISTLE BLOWS

HARRY: Get off my train!

BOTH SNIGGER

Sounded like you were having fun.
The driver seemed a bit cross.

But, yes, something else
ticked off the bucket list.

I know we're related, but
you're table-blocking.

Hmm? You've been
here for three hours

and you haven't actually
bought anything.

I'm shopping, dear.

For what? A man.

Excuse me?

Elsie Relish at the farm shop
told me about this new app.

It's called Silver Heart,

for people of a certain age
looking for companionship.

It's rather like
window shopping.

If you don't like
the look of them,

you double tap and
they go in the bin,

but if you do,

you swipe up and they go
in your shopping basket.

You're not actually
buying them. Heavens, no!

It's a metaphorical
shopping basket.

Well, at least I hope
it is. PHONE CHIMES.

Just for companionship?

Well, Elsie uses
hers for casual sex.

But I'd just like someone
to help me walk the dog.

You haven't got a dog.

Well, no. But I put
one on my profile.

I thought it made
me sound... warmer.

I called him Humphrey.

So... you're using
an imaginary dog

named after my fiance to
lure men back to the cottage?

Yes, dear.

Hello!

Ah! How was it?

Margo said I was very
convincing. PHONE CHIMES.

Playing the part of a detective?

Ah. Yes. I see what you mean.

I'm sure you were amazing.

Ooh... Are you OK, Anne?

Hmm? She's shopping.

Oh, no. He's got a lazy eye.

I'd never know if he
was paying attention.

It's hard to think of your
mum as someone's girlfriend.

Bit like trying to imagine
Donald Trump ice-skating.

Does it bother you? A bit.

I mean, it's three years
since we lost Dad, so

I shouldn't be
surprised, I suppose.

But you are?

I just need to get
my head around it.

Hmm.

I think I'm more worried
that she's doing it online.

What if she's catfished?

Um...

Meets someone pretending
to be someone they're not.

Well, I could talk
to her, if you like.

Explain the perils of online
dating from a police perspective.

Good idea.

Might make her more careful.

Consider it done.

I think there must be
something in the air.

Your mum looking for love,

you and I doing date nights.

Well, we Lloyds are very
romantic, I'll have you know.

Indeed you are.
Though I'm not sure

how many date nights we'll get
if we're allowed to foster.

Next steps are interviews
and a home visit.

She thinks
everything's on track.

Good.

I must confess, I'm really
excited now it's happening.

Although I am a
little bit, um...

HE EXHALES

Me too.

Though if it cuts down
on our date nights,

we'd better make the
most of this one.

Absolutely.

GLASSES CLINK

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

See how you get on tonight.

I can always let
it out a bit more.

Ow!

Oh, sorry.

Right, everyone.

Final dress rehearsal.

Next time we do it will be
in front of paying guests,

so let's not leave
anything in the locker!

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

All right?

To be clear, the deceased
was seen alive and well

at the very moment the
train entered the tunnel,

and yet, by the time it
re-emerged from the tunnel

he was dead.

Examine the line, mate.

I had a call about
debris. OK, mate.

Never worry, everyone,
this is Dean Prior,

the last tunnel
before Shipton Abbott.

MARGO: Hold your positions.

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

And would you say
you were, uh, close?

This heat is interminable.

I need a glass of water!

Ohh...

It's clear that everyone
in this carriage

was also in the buffet car

at the very moment the train
entered the first tunnel,

so it is equally clear
that the murderer

is someone sat in
front of me now.

Sir? Hmm? I think you
need to come and see this.

That's not your line.

He's dead. No,
that's not it either.

Margo, keep everyone in here.

Cut!

Uh, Esther...

He's really dead.

I know.

The last tunnel - someone must
have sneaked back in here.

Which means... one of
those people in there

really is the murderer.

SIREN WAILS

I want everyone
off the platform!

KELBY: Back, please. Move back.

Back! REPORTERS CLAMOUR

I've let all the players go,

but made it clear we'll
need to talk to them again.

Good. Thank you. KELBY:
Platform's clear, sir.

Just the press
outside. OK, thanks.

Have we searched
the train? Yes, sir.

Only three carriages were open

the one used as the backstage
area, the buffet car

and the passenger carriage
used for the performance.

The other one was locked.

What about train staff?

There was an engine
driver and a fireman.

I talked to them both,

but they didn't see or
hear anything unusual

and were together in the
engine cab the whole time.

Which means our killer
has to be one of

the Shipton Abbott Players.
My thoughts exactly, sir.

Well, hopefully we can
rule out three of those.

Can we?

You, me and Margo, sir.

Right!

Good point, Sergeant.

If we rule out you, me and Margo,
that leaves us with four suspects,

and any one of them could
have sneaked back in here

when the train went through
the last tunnel. Hmm.

Do you how hard it is to
stab someone in the back?

I've never tried it,
but not easy, I bet.

No, it is not.

The muscles in the
upper part of the back

are much thicker than
most people imagine.

It takes a great deal of
force to penetrate them.

Our victim was a big man,

yet there's no sign of
any kind of a struggle.

Which suggests that he
was standing with his back

to whoever stabbed him.

At the buffet table?

But if that's the case

then aren't we
missing something?

There's no blood.

I got these from the
Shipton Players' website.

MARGO: I went to
school with him.

Used to pick his nose and
put it in his inkwell.

What's an inkwell?

It's a little pot

you put your ink in.

For your pen?

PHONE RINGS Like a quill.

Do you want a
smack in the mouth?

Hmm?

Shipton Abbott police station.

Can one of you two phone
the Chief Superintendent?

Why?

Press are having a field day.

It's escalated from local
papers to the nationals.

I mean, an actual murder
on a murder-mystery night

is bad enough, but it
happening under the noses

of two serving police officers

has got 'em all whipped
up into a frenzy.

That's one for you, Sergeant.

I'll call her.

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

Margo? Hmm?

The Shipton Abbott Players.
Tell me about them.

Right...

Kate Potts.

Wannabe actress.

Fresh out of drama school.

Likes the sound
of her own voice.

But harmless enough.

Polly Deakins just
reported a Peeping Tom.

She's got a nerve!

All the curtain-twitching
she does!

Even so, better go check it out.

Yeah.

George Harris.

Widower.

Lost his wife Louise
about six years ago,

so joined every group and
activity in Shipton Abbott.

Moans at all of them.

Vivienne Bishfield.

She's a biology
teacher at the college.

I think she moved
here from Exeter

about five or six years ago.

Heart of gold.

Noah Culpepper.

A bit of a geek,

but harmless.

Divorced.

His wife Janet ran off
with his best mate. Sally.

And were they all friends
with Paul Yellen, our victim?

No, that's the thing,
see. None of us were.

He only just joined
us a few days earlier.

I think he just
bought a house here.

So he's not local?

No. I'm pretty sure he
said he was from Hastings.

I mean, that's why
he was our victim.

It's a tradition.

The newest member always gets
to play the murder victim.

Yes. Unfortunately, in this case

quite literally.

And when was this,
exactly, Polly?

Last night. After dark.

Ten, maybe?

How's your mother?

Oh, she's good. Thanks.

She still cleaning
up at the school?

Not any more, no.

She got a job at the card shop.

Ah. And you say this man

was standing across the road?

Across the road, but
looking this way.

She still with that waste
of space with the motorbike?

If you mean my dad, yep,
she's still with him.

Um... but he hasn't
got a bike any more.

He's got a Hyundai.

Mmm.

Never liked him.

He was a foot-tapper.

Never trust a man
who taps his foot

when you're talking
to him. Right.

So, he was across the
road, but looking at you.

I didn't say he
was looking at me.

I said he was looking
over this way.

But he was up to no good.

You could tell.

How long would you
say he was there?

Oh...

Over an hour.

He only left because some
woman caught him nosing about.

Gave him a right telling off.

Which woman?

No idea.

Like I said, it was dark.

Could you describe
either of them?

He was medium height,

had a woolly hat on.

She were medium height.

No hat.

There's not much
more we can achieve

till the labs open
in the morning,

but let's talk to
Hastings police,

see what they can tell us
about the victim. Right. So

have you got anything
exciting planned

for this evening?
Ooh... Beans on toast,

bath,

then help Zoe with her CV.

Is she looking for a job?

Well, I'm doing most of
the looking, if I'm honest.

She's a good kid, but like
every other 16-year-old,

she's just on her phone all day.

Honestly, I want her to
get out and meet people.

It's the curse of
the world wide web.

I've got a similar
problem with Martha's mum.

She's looking for love online.

Hmm. I think the plan tonight

is to talk her out of it.

You're not talking me out of it.

Even after all the things
Humphrey's just told you?

He made them up. He didn't!

A woman who just happened
to be my age living in Devon

agrees to meet a
stranger in a pub,

only to discover an axe
hidden under his coat,

which she sees poking out
when he goes to the bathroom?

Too much? Too much.

Besides which, I've
already got a match.

What? His name's Oliver.

He's 63. He has his own hair,

teeth and house,

and we're having dinner
tomorrow evening.

Tomorrow? He's coming here.

What? He wants to
sample my tagine.

HUMPHREY SNORTS I bet he does.

And what if he wants
to meet Humphrey?

Why would he want to meet
Humphrey? Your imaginary dog.

You have an imaginary dog?

I'll say he's at the vet's.

Look, I know you're
worried about me, Motty.

And that's very sweet.

But you can't expect
me to be on my own

for the time I've got left.

You've got us.

You've got your
own lives to live.

What if you move away?

We won't. You might.

And then what would I do?

Leave here and move in with you?

HIGH-PITCHED: No.

I-I mean, we'd love you to,

er, if we did

go, I mean, somewhere.

But we're not. But if we did...

Uh, s-so, so,

so when I say no, I
actually mean yes,

if we did, but we're not.

Which is why I...

We just want you to be happy.

Good.

Because having Oliver here

for dinner tomorrow evening
will make me very happy indeed.

Mm?

I suppose I shouldn't worry.

After all, I didn't
know what she got up to

when we were in London.

Well, exactly, and I'm sure

Oliver is a thoroughly
decent chap.

Yes. And if he's not,

we can murder him and dump
his body in the river.

Yes, agreed.

DUCK QUACKS

Morning.

PRESS CLAMOUR I've
got nothing to say,

and the detective isn't here,
so you're wasting your time.

Can you give us any
information, Margo?

Anything at all?

Oh, and there's no T in Margo.

OK, so we're waiting

for the full postmortem
and toxicology reports,

but the preliminary autopsy
came through first thing.

It confirms the blade
puncture in the right lung

as probable cause of death.

There's no other
injuries of note,

so no visible signs
of a struggle.

Er...

Er... HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Harry Bishfield?

Hello.

Uh, we met briefly the
day before yesterday.

Yes, I was, er, with the...

HE WHISTLES ...and the...

Mm. Yeah, yeah, I remember.

Heh-heh. Yes, right.

Um, sorry.

Am I right in thinking the
train didn't stop at all

during the dress
rehearsal yesterday?

We had a call to slow down
through one of the tunnels,

didn't we, boss? Yeah.

There was a report of debris.

When you say slow
down - enough time

for someone to jump on
the train and off again?

Maybe.

Did either of you see
anyone on or near the track

during the journey yesterday?

Not me.

LOW CHATTER

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT Sir?

Mmm?

O... K.

Uh, thanks, gents.

It's just the... Super.

Um, can I just say, er,

you look very

good.

Er, I mean, s-smart.

E-everything is, um

pressed, um, nicely.

I'm just going to, um...

SHE SCOFFS

Sir.

Ma'am.

I hear you've decided not
to run your murder room

from regional HQ. Well,
it's early days yet, ma'am.

We're still gathering evidence.

I'm not sure what the murder
rates are at the Met these days,

Inspector - or the
Caribbean, for that matter,

but thankfully, here,
it's rare enough for us

to take a murder
inquiry very seriously.

As do I.

Can I be frank?

Of course.

This whole thing has
caused quite a stir.

And because of the
media interest,

the powers that be
are particularly keen

for an early resolution.

I understand, ma'am.

I hope you do,
Inspector, I really do,

because all eyes are on you.

And given your station
house is under review,

there may be more riding
on this case than you know.

I read somewhere

that whatever you wear on
your first date reflects

your personality. I thought
you said it wasn't a date.

Well, it isn't. It's an
introductory meeting,

but I think the
same rules apply.

Oh, what about my
camel trouser suit?

Isn't that a bit formal?

Oh, maybe.

SHE SIGHS

Look, you're cooking a meal.
You just need something casual,

something you feel
comfortable in.

I don't want to look
like a frump, do I?

He won't think you're frumpy.

Look, Mum, I've got to go.

Just be yourself.

Love you, Motty.

You too. Bye.

Bye.

Peter? Noah.

Peter's the name

of the train conductor
what I was playing.

I plays him Scottish.

Toot-toot!

Heh!

Yesterday, at the
dress rehearsal,

did you notice anything unusual?

No.

Got to the train,

Viv did her final
costume fitting.

Oh, um...

Vivienne Bishfield.

She played Gill Bond.

Right.

Um, and then what?

But you was there.

Well, tell me anyway.

Well, we moved to
the buffet car,

George helped Paul put
the fake knife in place.

Paul laid down,

Margo shouted "action",

Katie screamed.

Then I was sent by Lady Wickham.

Sergeant Williams

to fetch Inspector O'Keefe.

You. Yeah.

At any point after
the interview scene,

did you go back
into the buffet car?

No. Why would I?

And on the day of
the dress rehearsal,

did Paul Yellen seem different
to you than the day before?

I didn't really talk to him.

I mean, I try to help everyone,

you know, with a bit of
direction here and there,

but I had no call
to do so with him.

He's just the body.

Quite.

I saw him talking
to George, though.

Did you hear what they
were talking about?

Argyle. Turns out we
were both supporters.

Neeow! Pew! If you're
not buying that,

it belongs on the shelf.

I'd met him a few days
ago in Kitty Jay's.

He said he was new to the area,

so I suggested he
come to the Players,

get to know people.

Told him he didn't have to worry

about lines or anything,

because, as the new boy,
he'd just be a dead body.

Turns out I was right.

That's odd, don't you think?

The most miserable
man in the world

working in a toy shop?

No, Paul Yellen
supporting Plymouth Argyle

when he lived in Hastings.

Who's next?

Um, Vivienne Bishfield.

CAR LOCK CHIRPS Ah.

So you arranged
all the costumes?

The players have their
own stock of costumes,

but they're all a bit old,
so I just do running repairs.

My mum's a seamstress.

Something to remember
about amateur dramatics

never let on you have
a particular skill.

SHE CHUCKLES

Your husband Harry
is the train driver?

A case in point.

Um, at drinks one evening,

he happened to mention that
he drove a steam train.

Well, Margo was on
him like a shot.

Yes, right.

Um, so there was nothing
about Paul Yellen

at the dress rehearsal

that struck you as being
unusual in any way?

Er, no,

but, er, I didn't really
know him well enough

to notice even if there was.

Right.

Not one of the neighbours saw
or heard this mystery bloke,

or the woman that
chased him off.

He's probably just a figment

of Polly Deakins' imagination.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Margo? Mmm?

What have we got
on the deceased?

If he lived in Hastings,

he must have been living
in a cave somewhere.

He's not on the voting register,

council records, HMRC

or any other official list.

I mean, there's nothing
on the PNC either,

nor social media.

I'm going back to see Polly.

Didn't you say he'd just bought
a house in Shipton Abbott?

Maybe talk to the solicitors
who did the conveyancing.

Righty ho. Oh, and the
engine driver said something

about debris on the line which
made the train slow down.

Maybe check out what that
was. It might be significant.

The problem is,

the why can sometimes
lead you to finding a who

and then eventually how,

or a how can sometimes
point you to a who

and then a why.

But we haven't got a why.

I'm not even sure
if we've got a how.

The autopsy said the
knife pierced a lung.

But where was the blood around
the body? What are we missing?

Everything, by the sound of it.

We've had the press
outside all morning.

HQ think we might need
to do a press conference.

Mm. A public appeal
might be an option

if we can't find out more

about Paul Yellen. True.

Did we check his home?

Yeah, we sent a team
there. The house was empty.

They got in and
did a quick search.

Nothing of note found.

Then maybe we should
take another look.

Come along, Sergeant.

Couple of letters,

a logbook and a new credit card.

Nothing upstairs,

but it's clear only one
bedroom is being used.

Yes, down here is
pretty much the same.

Ready meals,

for one.

One mug, one plate.

Everything is pretty basic.

No family photos,

nothing personal at all,
as far as I can see.

Seems he had a very lonely life.

KELBY: Here's my mobile number.

If he turns up again, call me.

HUMPHREY: Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

KELBY: Not sure. What
are you thinking?

That whoever was watching

from across the street
wasn't watching Polly

he was watching Paul Yellen.

I was just about to say that.

MARGO: OK,

so I spoke to the solicitor
who dealt with the house.

Paul Yellen didn't buy it.

He inherited it from
the previous owner,

a Mrs, uh, Sarah Scarcroft,

who left everything
to Yellen in her will.

Find out what Paul Yellen
was to her, please, Margo.

Yeah. Kelby, what do we know

about the man who was
watching the house?

Er, sir, er, medium height,
er, wearing a woolly hat.

It's not much.

What about the woman
he was seen with?

Same.

Without the hat. PHONE RINGS.

Shipton Abbott police station.

Just a second.

HUSHED: Chief
Superintendent Woods.

Ma'am!

Good evening,
Selwyn. DUCK QUACKS.

Saved you a treat. DUCK QUACKS.

Stole it from Margo's
desk. REPLYING QUACK.

Psst!

Selwyn?

Over here!

Oh.

Hello.

Oh!

Um, what are we doing?

He's in there.

Who is? Oliver.

I saw a man in the window.

She must have sneaked him in.

Why would she sneak him in

when she's already
told us he's coming?

Well, she didn't introduce me
- that's as good as sneaking.

Oh, you stay here.
I'm going over.

Uh, to do what?

To do what?

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

Hello.

Can I borrow a cup of sugar?

And some bread.

RUSTLING

And a light bulb.

Anything else?

I know he's in there.

So?

Why are you hiding him? I'm not.

He was dropped off by taxi,

walked through the front door

and he's now sitting
in the lounge

with a rum and Coke. Well, let
me in, then. So you can grill him

like he's one of
Humphrey's suspects?

Absolutely not!

Fine.

But if he murders you,
don't come crying to me.

I won't.

I just think

it's the weirdest job
I've ever worked on.

A murder victim

killed while playing the
part of a murder victim.

And despite the fact he
was stabbed in the back

forcefully enough
to puncture a lung,

there was no blood.

Hmm? There was no blood!

Not even a trace.

And the worst thing is,
there's so much media interest,

I've got the Chief
Superintendent

constantly on my back.

Oh, um, Esther, she's looking
for a job for her daughter.

I said to get her
to give you a call.

Martha?

Yes, that's fine. OK.

CAR APPROACHES

SHE GASPS

There's a car!

FRONT DOOR OPENS

Right on cue.

That was great. I'm
glad you enjoyed it.

Bye now.

I can see you.

Oh, hello!

So, how did it go?

It was fine.

He was perfectly
polite, well-mannered,

cleared his plate and
didn't overstay his welcome.

So are you going
to see him again?

No.

I got the ick.

Ick? You've got to learn all
the terminology, darling.

"Ick" means you've
gone off someone.

He slurped his soup.

That's it? Oh, that's enough.

Still, there's plenty
more fish in the sea.

Or, as your nan says,

every pot has a lid.

After all, look at you two.

Morning, sir. We got
news on Paul Yellen.

Good. Except

he's not Paul Yellen.

His real name is
Aidan Scarcroft.

He was Sarah Scarcroft's son,

which is why she left him
her house in her will.

He changed his name by
deed poll before moving

to Shipton Abbott, which
explains the new passport,

logbook and credit card
we found at his house.

Margo's running a check
on his real name now.

There's something else
that's a bit weird, sir.

We spoke to the
steam train operator

about the debris on the track
that slowed the train down.

Now, they said there were

no reports of debris
in any of the tunnels.

Then why would
they say there was?

LOW CHATTER

There's your tea.

Thank you.

HARRY: Oh, well, that
tunnel is 150 years old.

So, you know,

brickwork falls down
on the track sometimes.

Ah, thank you, love.

We heard of debris
falling just last week.

Thought it best to be careful.

Yes. Why do you ask?

Well, if the train was
specifically told to slow down,

that might be significant.

Someone wanting to get on board
while it was moving, perhaps.

Would you see
someone if they had?

I doubt it, you know.

We're quite a ways up front,
so we wouldn't really see

what's going on in
the back carriages.

No, no.

It was a bit of a long shot,

um, but always worth
asking the question.

Yeah, sorry I'm not much help.

Ah, she's a beauty, isn't she?

Oh, gosh, yes, yes.

You like your trains,
then? Love them,

particularly steam trains.

Yeah, I think it started

when I watched The
Railway Children

for the first time.

Even asked my mum if I could
change my name to Peter.

Well, um, whenever you like,
just ask and I'll take you out.

Gosh, would you? Mmm.

Maybe I could bring my fiancee?

We're doing date nights.

Oh, it would be a pleasure.

That is amazing.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Cheers, then.

Another dead end.

Yes, but not a wasted journey.

Oh? He's going to let me ride
in his engine - for date night.

Martha's going to love it.

Yeah. I'm sure she will, sir.

OK. Thanks, Margo.

So, Aidan Scarcroft,
aka Paul Yellen,

was released from
prison two years ago.

He served a 12-year sentence.

Really? For what?

Manslaughter.

He was driving three
times over the limit

and ploughed into a group of
people waiting at a bus stop.

An elderly woman died. Nine others
were injured, some quite badly.

Pull up the file, would you?

And crosscheck the names
of the people involved

to see if we can find any links to
the people on our train? Exactly.

I understand that,

but Inspector Goodman

is an experienced
murder detective.

He's been making...

No, sir, he's not at the hub.

He's in one of our
smaller outposts.

What would you suggest?

PHONE RINGS

HE SIGHS

Ma'am? Command
have instructed me

to move your investigation
into the hub.

Well, no, you can't.
Um, we're making very...

This is not a subject for
discussion, Inspector.

You'll report to the hub
at 9am tomorrow morning

with whatever you have.

We'll set up a murder room here.

Right. But I-I... I'm sorry.

This isn't a reflection
on you. Or your team.

Isn't it?

9am tomorrow morning.

HE SIGHS

OK?

Hmm?

PHONE CLATTERS ON TABLE

HUMPHREY SIGHS

I think I've got it.

The collision at the bus stop

it happened in High Broughton,
a village just outside Exeter.

One of the worst injured
was an 11-year-old boy,

Christopher Bishfield.

Bishfield.

There were pictures of Vivienne
and Harry with a young boy

at the house.

Viv and Harry moved
here from Exeter!

Mm-hm.

So Vivienne and Harry
Bishfield would have been there

when Aidan Scarcroft turned up
with George to join the Players!

Give me a call when
you're done, love.

All right. I will. OK, love you.

Nice to meet you.

You see, Aidan Scarcroft was
here to start a new life.

He didn't recognise the
father of the boy he injured.

Why would he?

I doubt they ever met.

But even after 12 years,

they'd never forget
the face of the man

who ruined their child's life.

And it was that evening
that Polly Deakins saw

a man standing across
the road from her house.

So he followed Paul Yellen home

to get revenge?

So

If Harry Bishfield
is our man - how?

I knew there was a
reason this bothered me.

Yes.

The fireman on the
train said he had a call

about debris on the line,
yet when we talked to Harry,

he said he slowed the
train as a precaution.

Then why would the fireman
say they had a call?

Because that's what his
engine driver told him.

Kelby, call the operators.

Ask them what the procedure
is if there's debris

on the line. Sir.

All right?

Harry knew that as they
approached the last tunnel

before Shipton Abbott,

the murder mystery suspects

were in the third carriage
being questioned...

To be clear,

the deceased was
seen alive and well

at the very moment the
train entered the tunnel.

And that the supposed
victim, Aidan Scarcroft,

would be in the
buffet car alone.

So first, he told his fireman

there was a report of
debris on the line ahead.

Examine the line, mate.

OK, mate.

Then what?

OK, so, if they suspect
debris on the line,

the engine driver
slows the train

and the fireman moves
to the footplate

at the side of the train
to look at the track ahead.

If they're in a tunnel,
they will use a torch.

Yes!

Once Kieran was out of the
cab, Harry slowed the train

and then climbed back
across the engine.

He knew exactly how long
they would be in the tunnel.

He quickly made his
way to the buffet car.

THUD Once done, he had moments

to get back to the engine,

before they reached
the end of the tunnel

and Kieran would
notice him missing.

All clear.

That doesn't explain

why there was no
blood around the body.

No. No, it doesn't.

But it's enough to bring him in.

He was 11 years old,

standing at the bus stop
with a friend's mum.

They were going into town to
go crab fishing on the quay.

HE CHUCKLES WRYLY

Scarcroft was drunk.

Off his head.

Chris was leaning
against the wall

behind the bus stop

when the car ploughed
through everyone

and into that wall.

He didn't have a chance.

His legs were shattered.

He had five years of operations.

He was in constant pain.

Me and his mum watched
him go through all that

saw how tough it was on him.

How it changed him.

He was never the
same, not really.

HE SNIFFS

That man...

He stole my son's childhood.

The little boy who left
the house that morning

excited to be meeting
his friends...

He never came home.

HE WHISPERS: Never came home.

And how is he now?

He took his own life.

Six years ago.

That's why we moved here.

He'd just turned 19.

SNIFFS

Your lot said it was suicide.

Just another troubled
teenager not coping.

Mm.

But that man,

he killed my son

just as sure as if he'd
have died that morning.

He killed him the moment
he came out of the pub

and got behind that wheel.

So, yes.

I killed him.

But if you want me to
be sorry for what I did.

I can't.

No, I'm not asking
anything of you.

To be honest, I can't
imagine the pain,

and the torment

you and your family
have gone through.

OK, l-let's take a break there.

Um, I'm sure you and your
lawyer will want to discuss

what's been said here.

But I just have
one more question.

When you entered the buffet car

and you saw Mr Scarcroft
standing at the food table,

can you think of any reason we
didn't find any blood there?

Was there something on
the floor you disposed of,

or something else?

He wasn't standing.

Sorry?

When I went into the buffet car

he was laying down on the floor.

Why was he already on the floor?

He must have just got back
into position for Act 3.

How likely is that?

Not very.

We know the cause of death was
the knife puncturing his lung,

and we know who
stabbed him and why,

but something just
doesn't add up.

We've got the full
postmortem back.

Nothing surprising there.

Though there's a marker
in the toxicology report.

I haven't had a chance
to look it up yet.

Look up what?

There were traces of a
substance called curare

in his blood.

Curare?

I-I know that from somewhere.

With a C-U...

I think that's right.

Curare! Ah!

Of course!

There are only two
possible reasons

for there to be so
little blood found

at the scene of a
stabbing so serious.

If the body was killed
elsewhere and moved.

And the second one?

If the victim is already dead.

Dead bodies don't bleed.

Yes.

This plaster found on his hand

did it happen on the train?

Yeah.

When we were doing fittings.

Vivienne?

See how you get on tonight.

I can always let
it out a bit more.

Ow!

Sorry.

All right, everyone,
final dress rehearsal.

Next time we do it will be
in front of paying guests...

There was a pin
left in the cuff.

I must have forgotten
to unpin it.

I've got some plasters.

I-I'll put some antiseptic
on, stop it getting infected.

Why?

Because curare only works

when it's injected
directly under the skin.

So I tend to do running repairs.

Who better than a
biology teacher to know

that curare is made by boiling
the bark of certain plants?

Amazonian tribes used it

to poison darts and
arrows when hunting.

It paralyses muscle tissue,

stops the breathing.

I think Aidan Scarcroft
was already dead

when Harry stabbed him.

I knew Harry was
planning on killing him.

I didn't know how or when,

but I knew he'd do it.

You found him outside
Aidan's house, didn't you?

What are you doing out here?

You're going to be seen.
What are you doing here?

Leave me!

VIVIENNE: Just come
home with me now

and let's just forget
all about this.

No! You know I have to do this!

Please. Just come home.

He wanted to do it that night.

But there's the thing, you see.

I knew I couldn't stop him,

but I knew he'd get caught.

He's a simple man.

You killed Aidan Scarcroft

to stop your husband
from doing so?

I couldn't think
of any other way.

He's had so much
pain in his life.

He's a good man.

I couldn't see him in prison.

How could I?

And yet you'd risk the
same thing for yourself?

I don't have a life.

Not any more.

My life ended the day
I buried my baby boy.

Everyone tells you, "Just
take it a day at a time."

So that's what I do.

Go through the motions.

You have to switch off, you see,

because every morning
when you wake up,

the pain just comes back.

Never free of it.

So do what you want with me.

I won't feel anything.

So now we know why
he was on the floor

when Harry found him.

The poison did its work

while the rest of us were
in the next carriage.

I think he was dead
before he hit the floor.

PAUL GRUNTS

Harry found Paul Yellen face down
on the floor and naturally assumed

he'd simply taken up his position
as murder victim, making it easy

to plunge the knife into the back
of the man he held responsible

for the death of his son.
Then he returned to the engine

before his fireman
noticed he had gone.

And as he was already dead,
his heart had stopped pumping.

He didn't bleed out. Exactly.

Paul Yellen was a man
who was murdered twice.

SOBBING WITHIN

MUFFLED SOBBING

Sometimes I really hate my job.

I know.

What will happen to her?

Well, that depends on the CPS

and who they deem responsible

for Aidan Scarcroft's death.

I'll tell the Chief
Super the good news.

So I spoke to Esther's daughter.

Oh, Zoe!

She'll start next week,

see how we get on.

Great.

Wait, what are we doing here?

Surprise.

So our mystery date night
is looking at a train?

A steam train!

And minus the murder this time

hopefully.

Quick tour and a few photos, then
I'll buy you dinner. Promise.

And, look, isn't it amazing?

SHE LAUGHS Yes, it is!

Thank you for letting us do this,
especially given the circumstances.

No worries. Yes.

Probably know your
way around by now.

Yes.

Kieran will tell you
all about the boiler.

Great.

I was telling the inspector

it was my grandad
who got me started.

Now I'll be starting my
driver's exam next month.

Is it supposed to be moving?

I...

Humphrey!

Um...

Humphrey!

Um, call the restaurant!

Tell them we might
be a bit late!

HE LAUGHS GLEEFULLY

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

Did you know Belle and Martha
were seeing a medium last night?

Fire. Stop the car!
Let me just park.

That's my house. Believe it or not,
she apparently predicted the fire.

You think it was deliberate,
don't you? Yes, I do.

Martha and I are applying
to be foster parents.

She said we seem like
ideal candidates.

She has to talk to Humphrey
as well, of course. Oh.

How did it go? Terribly.

BRAKES SCREECH

Two predictions
that have come true.

You clearly have no understanding
at all of what it is I do.

And what is it that you do?

There's a young man here. Don't!