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♪ Let's go ♪

♪ Let's go ♪

- Come on.

(Luke grunts) 19!

(Luke grunts) 20!

♪ Let's go ♪

21, yeah! (Luke grunts)

22, yeah! (Luke grunts)

- [Miranda] Phoebe!

- 23! (Luke grunts)

Loving it, boss.

- Phoebe! (Luke grunts)

(Luke sighs)

Phoebe, I know you're up there.

- Oh, bloody woman!

I'll kill her.

I swear I'll bloody kill her.

♪ Let's go ♪

♪ Let's go ♪

(upbeat music)

- How dare you?

- Go home, Miranda.

You're only making things worse.

- [Luke] Miranda.

You're trespassing!

- [Miranda] Oh, go away, you stupid man.

- Please leave, you're disturbing the guests.

- You touch her again, I'm gonna give you such a hammering.

- Get off my property now, both of you!

- Your property?

Ha. - Come on, let's get you home.

One of these days, Lukey boy,

you're gonna push me too far.

- Oh, yeah?

Oh, yeah?

Oh, yeah, you want some, do you?

Hey, hey, come on!

Come on!

Oh, go, go on, then.

Walk away, (laughs) walk away.

- Madness.

Checking in for a detox, and you're inhaling cheeseburgers.

- [Kitty] Let's talk about the four bottles of wine

you necked last night, shall we?

- It was three, actually.

- [Luke] That's it, Carter, go on, go on.

No, no, that's fine, no, go on.

(Kitty screams)

(tyres screeching)

(Kitty screams)

- [Miranda] Leave it, Carter.

- Oh, my god. - Come on.

(handle rattling)

- Are you all right, Mrs. Pottinger?

- Thought you were gonna do something about those two!

- Go home.

Take your filthy money and go home.

- I am, Mrs. Pottinger, don't you worry.

I am.

(mysterious music)

(truck whirring)

(door thuds)

- I'm upstairs.

- [Carter] How's it going?

- Not bad.

What have you been up to?

- Oh, nothing much.

- [Miranda] What is it, Carter?

- [Carter] Come here. Look.

- [Miranda] Nightmare woman.

- [Carter] Mm, I reckon nightmare woman's

in for a bit of a surprise.

- What have you done?

(Kitty humming)

(upbeat music)

(sheep bleating)

- "Your tranquillity is ours."

What does that mean?

- We're about to have a de-stressing weekend.

It isn't going to work if you keep complaining.

- I do not need de-stressing. (man yelling)

Oh, my-- - Watch out!

- [Man] Get back here.

Get back here, hey!

(Tom chuckles) (Joyce chuckles)

Go on, go on, go on!

Come on, come on, come on, come on!

(horn honking) - Whoa!

- [Joyce] Careful.

(tyres screeching)

- Would you watch where you're going?!

- Likewise!

- Go away, there's nothing for you here.

They'll steal your money and ruin your health.

Just go away before it's too late.

- [Joyce] What was that about?

- I do not know, but I'm feeling calmer already.

(mysterious music)

- You'll be fine, Mrs. Pottinger.

- Have they, have they gone yet?

- It's all right, Mrs. Pottinger,

there aren't any sheep here.

- Since when were you allergic to sheep, anyway?

- Are you still here?

- Charming.

- Can I have a little something to calm my nerves?

- I recommend a gentle massage, followed by a nap.

- If she's gonna live, I'm off to play golf.

Pick you up Monday, dearest.

- Oh, just go, will you?

(coughs softly)

- We are terribly sorry, Mrs. Pottinger.

It won't happen again.

- It had better not.

Oh.

My heart, it's going like a train.

- That is down to Carter Smith and your chum Miranda.

- I'll talk to her, Luke. (cellphone beeping)

- Yeah, and what good will that do?

- New arrivals.

- Last chance, Phoebe.

Sort her out, or I will.

- [Phoebe] Good afternoon, welcome to Swaverley.

- Boss. - Tom Barnaby.

This is my wife Joyce. - Boss.

Can I have a word, boss?

- Why are you wearing those?

- I walked into a door.

- Perfect.

- It's something I heard in the pub.

- Wonderful. - This is pure gold, boss.

Straight from the horse's mouth.

- Well, go on, then, amaze me.

- It's about Miranda.

(cellphone beeps)

- What about Miranda?

- We had a bit of a problem with some escaped sheep.

- [Tom] Yes, we noticed.

- One of the delights of country life.

- But the room is lovely.

- Good, good.

Well, once you've settled in,

you'll see Dr. Danby, he's our resident doctor.

He'll help you plan your treatment schedule.

Any problems, anything you need, just ask.

- Thank you. - Thanks, we're so looking

forward to it. - Good, good.

- "Pressure point massage with Himalayan herbs."

Sounds good.

What's wrong with your arm?

- Massages, Himalayan herbs,

not my thing, really, Joyce.

- I know you're worried about the police medical.

- I am not worried about my police medical.

- Yes, you are, I can tell.

I thought coming here would help.

- Well, it doesn't.

- Look, here's the deal:

We'll stay here tonight, have one treatment tomorrow,

and if you still don't like it, then we can go home.

Deal? - Deal.

- What do you want to do on your birthday?

- My birthday, that's ages away.

- [Joyce] It's the week after next.

- Don't want to do anything on my birthday.

- Tom, what is it?

Something's bugging you.

- Nothing is bugging me, Joyce.

I feel fine, never better.

(doorbell ringing)

- Sheep!

Come on, there's only one way they could have got in there.

Ah, speak of the devil.

- Hello, Phoebe, you all right?

- No, not all right.

Very much not all right, thanks to you.

- Me?

- The sheep, Carter.

- What sheep?

- The sheep in the Garden of Contemplation.

- We used to call it the kitchen garden.

We used to grow vegetables there, remember?

- Well, it's been lovely chatting to you ladies,

but I'm afraid I must leave you.

- Oh, going home to the wife and kids?

- Yes, as it happens.

Toodle-pip.

- Never mind sheep, what about this?

A letter from some lawyer telling me

I have no right of access to my own house.

- That was Luke's doing, not mine.

- Don't pass the buck.

- Well, what do you expect when you're intent on trying

to sabotage everything I'm doing here?

- Oh, don't make it sound as if you're embarking

on some noble enterprise.

It was paradise here till you mucked it up,

you and what's-his-name.

- Luke, his name's Luke. - Trying to force me

out of my own home.

- Nobody's trying to force you out of your home.

- Your husband is.

I just want some peace so that I can write.

- Oh, the famous novel.

30 years, and still not finished.

Why, because it doesn't exist, Miranda.

It's a fantasy.

- You're my oldest friend, Phoebe.

- So listen to me, then.

You're right, Luke does want you out of here,

and so far, I've managed to rein him in.

But if you don't stop the interfering

and the childish pranks, well...

And keep Carter Smith off the premises.

He frightened Kitty Pottinger

half to death with those sheep.

- Oh, we don't want her dropping dead, do we?

Not until Luke's got hold of her money, anyway.

- So you've got a police medical coming up.

- Yes, next week.

- Word is they're looking to shed a few senior officers.

Early retirement, so on.

You wouldn't consider?

- Who me? No, no.

I'm in perfect health.

Haven't seen my GP

for, oh, years. (machine beeping)

- Glad to hear it.

Though, your blood pressure's a little high.

- It is?

- Well, just a tad.

Nothing to get unduly concerned about.

But if they were looking for a reason to retire you...

You could take medication to bring it down,

but they're bound to ask you-- - If I'm on any medication.

Yeah.

- Exactly.

I'd see your GP about it in the next few weeks.

In the meantime, I'm putting you on a meat-free,

low salt diet, and no alcohol, of course.

- That's all?

- Get yourself a massage.

Eat, sleep, relax, you'll probably sail through the medical.

Is there anything else I can help you with, Mr. Barnaby?

- Yeah.

I keep getting these twinges in my arms,

and in my legs.

They seem to move around.

- Twinges?

- Yeah.

- [Luke] So if there's anything you need,

don't hesitate to ask.

Ah, Miss Fox, you look

absolutely delightful. - Hey.

- Joyce, what is this?

- It's tofu casserole.

Bags of protein and absolutely no cholesterol.

(Luke laughs) (Natasha laughs)

- Excuse me, please. - Oh, new arrivals, right?

- [Luke] Hot in here.

- Hiya, I'm Kenny.

Got you on the tofu, I see.

(Tom chuckles)

A word to the wise, get thee down The Cricketers, my son.

- Any specials? - Pub in the village.

Real ale on the tap,

best steak and chips this side of Calais.

- That, Kenny, sounds very good.

- [Luke] The soup is the special.

- I'm in trouble.

- Are you? - Mm.

I should've been playing golf,

but my chums put his back out.

Boss thought she'd got rid of me for the weekend.

(hand slaps)

- What have you been doing?

- [Kenny] I've been talking to them.

- Joyce.

- [Kitty] You're supposed to be talking to me.

- About my birthday.

- Yes?

- There's something, I want to tell you.

(pitcher crashes) - Oh!

You're such a clumsy oaf! - I'm sorry.

- Unbelievable! - Mr. Pottinger, it's fine.

Don't worry, I'll sort it out.

That's absolutely fine. - I can't take you anywhere.

- Sorry. - No problem.

- [Kitty] Oh, Kenny!

- It's okay, it's okay. - Just get out of my sight.

- I'll deal with it. - Get out of my sight.

- [Luke] It's all right.

Please, please. - Night, night!

(people chattering)

- [Luke] Mrs. P.

Just clean it. - Really, God.

- Oh, tranquillity.

(door clacks)

- How dare you walk out on me!

Where did that come from, Kenny?

- I assumed you brought it.

- Oh, you are such a liar!

- Oh, have a drink for crying out loud.

- Well, I suppose I could start my detox tomorrow.

- That's the spirit.

(speaking in foreign language) me, darling.

(knocking)

- [Kitty] Mm.

Hide the bottle, quick.

Hide the bottle, quick.

Hide it.

(Kenny burps)

- Sorry.

(Kenny sighs)

- Oh, hello.

(gentle music)

(loud clanking) (loud grunting)

(dog barking)

(gentle music)

(birds chirping)

(engine whirring) (car door thuds)

(car whirring)

(Tom sighing)

(birds chirping)

(Joyce humming)

- You're going to be late for your treatment.

I'm going in the flotation chamber.

Always wanted to try one of those.

And you're having the Hot Volcanic Stone Massage.

- Oh, Lord.

- Remember our deal, no going home until you've tried it.

(Joyce humming) (Tom groans)

(pen scratching)

(Carter sighs)

- I love that sound.

- What sound?

- The sound of you writing.

- I'd better carry on, then, hadn't I?

- The water's only 10 inches deep and it's salinated,

so you'll have no trouble floating.

This is to support your head.

Now, we usually suggest an hour to get maximum benefit,

and we like to keep the lighting very low.

I could turn it up a little if you like.

- [Joyce] No, dark as possible for me.

No distractions.

- Thank you.

- Right.

(door rumbling)

(water splashing)

(gentle music)

(ominous music)

Oh, oh, my god!

(screaming)

Oh, my god, help! (light clicks)

Help, help!

(screams)

(panting)

(gentle music)

- First, I'll apply a thin layer

of scented oil to your back,

then I'll arrange the heated stones

in line with your chakras.

- My what?

- [Cloud] Your chakras.

Your energy centres.

- Look, sorry, what's your name again?

- Cloud.

- Cloud.

There's nothing personal in this,

but think I'll give the hot stones a miss this time around.

- Please don't go.

If you do, I'll have to mark this session as incomplete.

- Well, is that a problem?

- Well, it means I won't get paid.

You could just, you know, sit and chill.

- Got any Mozart.

- [Cloud] Oh, I've got whale songs.

- Oh, no, no, thank you.

Thank you.

- I could read your aura.

- Oh, sorry, my what?

- I can read auras, not everybody's, just some.

Yours is very confused.

It's probably because your chakras are unbalanced.

The crown chakra is the centre of spiritual energy.

Yours is totally blocked.

- [Tom] Really.

- You've got a birthday coming up.

- Well, hasn't everybody?

- This is really soon, like in a week?

This birthday is really stressing you out.

- I am not stressed.

- It's something to do with your father.

(footsteps treading)

- What?

- Mr. Barnaby.

Sorry, sorry.

Something terrible's happened.

- [George] Thank you, gents.

(police radio chattering) (people chattering)

- Are you going to be all right?

- Yes.

Are you all right?

- For a moment there, I thought that something

had happened to you.

- You all right, Mrs. Barnaby?

- I'm fine.

And now, I'm going to go and have a long, hot bath.

- Okay, the deceased's name is Kitty Pottinger.

Staying here with her husband Kenneth.

He's nowhere to be found, and their car's gone.

- From the condition of her skin,

I'd say she'd been in the water six or seven hours.

Water's ten inches deep, heavily salinated,

still deep enough to drown in.

- [Ben] So are we saying it's suspicious?

- Well, the question is, was she dead before immersion?

There's no obvious signs of struggle.

I'll know more when I've opened her up, Tom.

Tom?

- Sir?

- Ah, yeah.

Well, I suppose I'd better get changed.

- No hurry.

Strictly speaking, as you're off-duty,

I'm the senior investigating officer, aren't I?

- Yeah, yeah, I suppose you are.

- Yeah, well, I'm not serious, sir.

- No, but it is serious, Jones, very serious.

A big responsibility, that.

(siren wailing)

- Mm.

Empty bottle of vodka.

Mobile.

(cellphone beeping)

There's a text on the mobile.

"I can't take it anymore.

"You're on your own now, bitch.

"Kenneth."

Received at 2:46 a.m.

Nice.

Lots of women's clothes, no men's.

Only one case.

- You going to look in the bathroom?

- There's no sign of a bloke in here.

Oh, hang on.

10-milligram temazepam, empty.

Kitty Pottinger's name on the label.

So what's next?

- Well, you're the SIO, your call.

- Right, well, I'll talk to the owners,

see if they lock that flotation place up at night.

Maybe you could talk to the resident doc,

see if he prescribed these.

- Yes, sir.

- Good.

Good.

(gentle music)

- [Dr. Danby] Should have gone for that one.

Take 10 minutes, practise your serve, yeah?

I really can't discuss this, you know.

- Oh, yes, you can, Dr. Danby.

I'm here as a policeman now, not a guest.

- Well, the Pottingers were both fond of a drink,

Kenny in particular.

They used to come here to detox,

but Kenny'd crack after a day or two

and go down to the pub in the local village.

- We found an empty bottle of temazepam

with Kitty Pottinger's name on it.

- Not prescribed by me, I might add.

No, no, you must speak to her G.P. about that.

Kenny was the serious drinker,

Kitty's tastes were more pharmaceutical.

Pain killers, sleeping pills, so on.

I did try and talk to her about it

on more than one occasion.

Oh, well done, Mrs. Fox.

That really was first-rate.

They're very well-off, you know.

Made his money in property, I believe.

In fact, there was talk of Kitty investing in this place.

- [Natasha] Dr. Danby, I think I've tweaked

my hamstring again.

- Oh, well, duty calls.

Mrs. Fox.

- Joyce! - Mm-hm?

- Joyce.

You all right?

- Yes, I'm fine.

- Because if you're not,

you know, we can always pack up and go home.

- Nice try, Tom, but I'm undeterred.

I'm gonna have the Marine Mud Wrap next.

- Well, if you're sure

- I'm sure.

Do you wanna hear the gossip?

According to Florence,

the girl who works in the flotation room,

the Archbolds are broke.

This place is within days of closing.

- [Ben] Kenny and Kitty Pottinger.

Well-to-do, no kids, big house in Midsomer Market,

holiday home in Spain,

no one's answering the phone at either.

Witnesses saw them have a set-to

in the dining room last night.

- [Tom] Yes, me included.

And I heard a car leaving in the middle of the night.

That, presumably was Kenneth Pottinger.

2:32 a.m., if you'd care to write that down, Jones.

- [Ben] Yeah, that was 10 minutes

before he dumped her by text.

- [Tom] Hm.

- They're famous for their fights, apparently,

particularly after a few drinks.

- So Kenneth Pottinger gets back from the pub drunk,

they argue over dinner, go back to their room,

hit the vodka, fight gets worse,

he storms off, she finishes off her pills--

- And heads off to the flotation room.

It was her favourite thing, apparently.

Ooh.

There's Luke Archbold, I haven't spoken to him yet.

- Got to knock 'em! - Can you have a word

with him, sir?

I'm still trying to get everyone's

movements from last night.

- Of course.

If I were SIO Jones, I'd be looking for Kenneth Pottinger.

- I'm on it, sir.

(men chattering)

- Well, come on!

I want this cleared up by lunchtime.

- Mr. Archbold. - Tell me, how do a flock

of sheep get in here by accident?

- I-- - Well, they don't.

They were put here.

It's sabotage.

My god, how we hate success in this country.

You know, no wonder, no wonder it's going down the pan.

Morning, morning.

Lovely day.

(Luke groans)

We can't bear to see someone being successful, can we?

Got to knock 'em when they're down.

- [Tom] Can I talk to you about the Pottingers, please?

- The Flotation Centre was locked at 8:00 p.m. sharp.

Guests are warned in no uncertain terms

about using facilities unsupervised,

so if you're thinking of throwing

the old "Health and Safety" book at me, (sighs).

- Health and safety is not my concern, Mr. Archbold,

how and why Kitty Pottinger died is.

- Well, you're not saying she was murdered, are you?

Please, please, for God's sake,

don't go spreading that around.

That's the last thing we need.

- Got any idea where Kenny Pottinger might have gone?

- One of his golfing buddies, probably.

That's where he usually goes on these occasions.

- Oh, he's walked out on her before has he?

- God, yeah, but he's usually back the next day

with his tail between his legs.

See, Kenny can't cross the road

without Kitty holding his hand.

(truck whirring)

Oh, great, that's all I need.

Hey!

Hey!

(gentle music)

Oi!

Hang on!

Look, look,

I've told you before, you are not allowed on the property.

- He's on my property.

- Actually, he's not,

as I believe my solicitor has informed you.

You have no right of way here.

- So how am I supposed to get in and out of my own house?

- Not my problem.

And you,

you should be aware that this man is a police officer,

and I am gonna make an official complaint

to him regarding your persistent trespassing,

not to mention the sheep infestation!

- That's a long word, Lukey boy.

- Mm, which I will be able to prove is down to you.

- And how are you gonna do that,

check the sheep for my fingerprints?

- Why not?

They're on everything else around here.

Aren't they, Miranda?

(Carter grunts) Hey!

Get off, get off me! - Carter!

Carter! (Luke screams)

- Get off me, get off!

(Tom grunting) (Carter grunting)

You're my witness, Barnaby!

He assaulted me.

I insist that you arrest him immediately!

- [Tom] Walk away, Mr. Archbold.

Walk away. - Assault and battery.

I'm gonna make a complaint.

- Clock's ticking, Archbold.

You're finished here.

(Luke coughs)

- Luke Archbold has found some loophole in the deeds

whereby I can't use the drive of my own house.

- Oh, so that's the reason

for the bad feeling between you, is it?

- Tip of the iceberg, my friend.

- Phoebe inherited the manor 30 years ago.

It was the family home, she loved the place,

but she was broke, and she couldn't afford to live here.

I had money in those days,

so I bought the red house which meant she could stay on.

We never thought about rights of way.

We were friends, why would we?

- Were?

- Everything changed when she met Luke Archbold.

It was his idea to turn this place into a circus.

- And what is your role in all this, Mr....

- Oh, I mow the lawn, help with the shopping.

Mainly, I read.

- Carter works for me.

He used to work for Phoebe too.

Luke put an end to that.

- Like asking questions, don't you?

- Well, sir, you may not have heard,

but a guest died at the manor last night.

- Who?

- Kitty Pottinger.

- How awful.

- No wonder Lukey boy's in a bad mood,

another gravy train missed.

- That's enough, Carter.

What happened?

- We don't know yet.

So did either of you see or hear anything last night?

- Not me.

I live in the village.

- No, I was working.

Then I'm oblivious to everything.

- What sort of work would that be, Ms. Bedford?

- I'm a writer.

- Ms. Bedford is writing a novel.

It's her life's work.

30 years, in fact.

- 30 years, it must be a long novel.

- Well, that level of dedication is a rare

and beautiful thing these days, wouldn't you say?

Well, it is to me, but what do I know?

Only mow the lawn.

- Oh, I think there's a lot more to you than that, sir,

including your temper,

which, if I may say so, you should curb.

I won't even ask about the sheep infestation.

(door clacks)

(door thuds)

- [Ben] So I just need to check where everyone was

at various points of the evening.

Okay, so let's start at 8:00 p.m.

Oh, hang on.

Sir?!

Sir!

(gentle music)

- Cloud?

Cloud?

I'm sorry to disturb you.

Give me a minute?

- I was just thinking about Kitty Pottinger.

It's so sad, she was such a lovely lady.

- Was she a client of yours?

- Oh, yes.

I read her aura the first time she came here.

I could see it so clearly.

- Hm.

Cloud, when you were reading my aura,

you said something about my father.

- Oh, I can't talk about that now.

There's too much negative energy flying around.

Tomorrow, okay?

(gentle music)

(handle rattling)

- [Man] Ugh, still locked.

Hello?

Hello?! (thudding loudly)

It's been closed all day.

- Shall we get-- (door thuds)

- Joyce?

Joyce, it's about my birthday. (Joyce groaning)

I've been trying, you know, to tell you something,

but it's so difficult finding a quiet moment

in a place like this.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no complaints, I'm sorry.

Joyce, this is all about my father.

It may sound strange, but bear with me, please.

- [Florence] You're not supposed to be in here, sir.

- Hello, Tom.

Are you disturbing Mrs. Fox?

- Oh, I'm so terribly sorry.

- I can book you a session if you want.

- No, no.

No-- - I'm so sorry.

- I'll speak to you later, sorry.

(men chattering)

- Good morning to you, sir.

- [Tom] Good morning to you.

- What will it be?

- Well, what do you recommend?

- You have the look, sir, of an escapee from the Manor Spa.

- Yeah, that's exactly what I am.

- Then I advise a pint of Old Curmudgeon, 5.1 ABV,

and it'll bring down a soya bean at 200 yards.

- Well, that sounds perfect.

- And if you're peckish, we do a re-tox menu.

- Oh, thank you.

(chuckles)

Well...

- Don't mind me.

My day off.

- Oh, why not?

You only live once.

- Good man.

(sighs) (doorbell rings)

(thudding loudly)

(door clacks)

- What do you want?

(sighs)

- Let me in, for god's sake.

If Luke sees me here, he'll kill me.

(Phoebe sighs)

- Are you all right? - Yes.

No, God, no, I'm not all right.

I'm worried about the situation.

- You're worried?

That's good.

- All right, I'm frightened.

I'm frightened that Carter is going to do something.

- Like what?

- Oh, come on.

Carter's got a temper, he's violent, for god's sake.

He attacked Luke earlier today.

- No, Luke attacked Carter.

- And Carter beat up Julian outside The Cricketers.

- They were drunk, it was handbags at 20 paces.

- Carter threatened to kill Luke!

- [Miranda] Oh, nonsense.

- I was there, I heard him.

Carter's clever, he only lets you see one side of him.

You don't know what he's really like.

- Funny, I could say exactly the same thing about Luke.

(sighs)

- I wish Magnus was still alive.

- So do I, Pheebs.

- Haven't called me that in ages.

- Haven't I?

- Maybe we could...

- "Maybe we could" what?

- Nothing. Doesn't matter.

I'm just being silly.

I think I'd better go.

- Now, Magnus, Phoebe's first husband,

he was a nice feller, he was.

This was before your time, Julian,

before they turned the manor into a spa.

Magnus, would you do another, sir?

- [Tom] Mm.

- Magnus worked in the city.

Worked too hard, I reckon, 'cause he dropped dead,

what, five years ago?

Not long after that, Luke Archbold came on the scene.

Caught Phoebe on the rebound.

- Ah, caught her money

on the rebound, you mean. - Yeah, maybe.

Ah.

Afternoon, Carter.

Usual? - Please, Clarky.

(Julian sniffing)

- Funny smell in here all of a sudden.

- How's the eye, Julian?

- Now then, you two.

Any more aggravation, I'm barring both of you.

- That's all right, Clarky, I'm going outside.

Bring my pint out, would you?

- [Clarky] Righto.

- [Julian] I'm off, anyway.

- [Clarky] Thanks, Julian.

(door clacks)

(door thuds) (door clacks)

- Very nice.

(door thuds)

- They had a bit of a set-to in the carpark the other night.

He's a good bloke, Carter,

but, oh, he's got a temper on him.

- I'll take that out to him. - Oh.

Thank you very much, sir.

- Thank you.

(people chattering)

Mr. Smith, may I join you?

I brought you beer.

- [Carter] Grab a pew.

- [Tom] There you go.

That a good book?

- [Carter] Yeah.

Yeah, Dostoevsky.

- Mm. - The guvnor.

Fourth time I've read this.

(chuckles)

Now, Tolstoy, he was a great writer, no question,

but Dostoevsky, he came from the dark side, he did.

(chuckles)

- What about you, Mr. Smith?

You come from the dark side?

- Me?

No.

I'm a lightweight.

- Well, yes, suppose you are 'cause sheep-rustling

and fistfights in the pub carpark's

not exactly the stuff of Russian literature.

- You've seen worse, right?

- I have seen worse.

I have poked around on the darker side, yeah.

(Tom groans)

(sighs)

Maybe a bit too much.

(child screams)

- Maybe you should jack it in.

Sit in the sun with a good book.

- Mr. Smith, when I told you about Kitty Pottinger,

you said something about Luke Archbold

missing another gravy train.

What did you mean by that?

- She was rich and unhappy.

Perfect for Luke Archbold.

A lamb to the slaughter, if you forgive the sheep reference.

(Tom chuckles)

- Phoebe Archbold, was she a lamb to the slaughter?

- I reckon so.

Recently widowed, kids grown up and leaving home,

and along comes laughing boy Luke.

Four years later, shazam,

her lovely home is full of rich people in dressing gowns

snapping their fingers at her.

(gate clanks) (gate creaking)

(gate thuds)

- [Tom] Lovely day.

- Shh.

You're not supposed to talk here.

- Sorry.

- Can I smell beer?

- What, in this lovely place?

Surely not.

- You've been to that pub.

- I have been making inquiries.

- And having lunch.

You've had steak and chips.

- Sorry.

What are you doing?

- Meditating.

Try it.

Close your eyes.

Concentrate on your breathing,

and try to empty your mind.

(laughs)

Shh.

(gentle music)

(mysterious music)

(Luke grunting)

- 26.

(Luke grunts)

27.

(Luke sighs) (screw creaks)

28.

(screw creaking)

29.

(suspenseful music)

(grunts)

(metallic clanking)

(wire whirring)

(weights thudding) (Luke groaning)

(sombre music)

(phone rings)

(phone clacks)

- [Tom] Barnaby.

On my way.

- What is it?

- Something terrible has happened, again.

- [Joyce] Oh, god.

- [Phoebe] But when I woke up this morning

and he still wasn't there--

- Is there anything we can do?

- Oh, no, thank you.

Florence is looking after me.

- [Tom] Then we can talk later.

(Phoebe sighs) - I'll be back in one sec.

Wait.

It's probably not important, but...

- No, no, go on.

- Mrs. Archbold told me that she,

well, she was worried that Carter Smith

was going to do something to Mr. Archbold.

She went to see Miss Bedford yesterday to talk about it.

I don't know what happened,

but she was really upset afterwards.

Just thought I ought to tell you

because, well, she probably won't.

- That's good.

That's right, right that you should tell me.

Thank you.

- I've contacted the manufacturers.

They're sending someone down who knows about these things,

so we can see whether it's been tampered with or not?

I'm gonna talk to Mr. Universe, he runs the gym.

Do you want to come?

Right.

- They're gonna blame me, aren't they?

- Why, Julian?

- 'Cause I'm supposed to look after the equipment.

I told Mr. A, "You should get a proper person in

"to look after it now Carter's not working here."

- Carter Smith?

- Yeah, he used to do the maintenance.

He's good with stuff like that.

I'm not a technology person, I'm a people person.

That's what a trainer needs, people skills.

They'll close this place down now, won't they?

Miss Archbold say anything about closing it down?

- No, Julian, no, she didn't.

- If they do, I'll have to go back to Nuneaton.

- Julian, excuse me.

Ooh.

- Nice.

- [Tom] Carter Smith give you that?

- Might have done.

- What was the fight about?

- We were arguing about loony Miranda.

- What about loony Miranda?

- About her and her famous book.

I made a joke, that's all.

- Well, Julian, I'm gonna have to talk to you again.

- Oh, don't worry,

I'm not going back to Nuneaton, not until I have to.

(Tom chuckles)

- [Ben] Didn't you say Carter had a go

at Luke Archbold yesterday?

- Yes, he flies off the handle all too easily.

And he's threatened Luke Archbold before.

- There's the dispute over the right of way, sir.

It wouldn't be the first time we've seen

someone murdered over one of those.

And Carter knows his way around the equipment in the gym.

- Look, I think there's more to this

than a dispute over a right of way.

- Like what?

- Well, I'm interested in the fight

over Miranda Bedford's book.

- Well, what's that got to do with anything?

- Any sign of Kenny Pottinger yet?

- No.

He goes off on these benders,

comes back a couple of days later

with his tail between his legs.

- Hey, have you sorted out

everyone's movements for that night?

- Not quite.

- Why?

- Well, it's difficult.

- Because?

- [Ben] Because--

- Because were gonna need exactly the same thing

for last night, aren't we?

- Yes. - Yes.

- "You're the S.I.O., Jones."

Right.

- [Joyce] Sure you're gonna be all right?

- Yeah. - Catch you later, then.

Take care.

- What's the matter with Mrs. Fox?

- Well, she's upset about Luke Archbold, obviously.

- Why "obviously"?

- 'Cause she's obviously got a bit of a thing about him.

- Oh. - I thought policemen

were supposed to be observant.

- Well, I've got other things on my mind, Joyce.

- [Joyce] I guess our stay is over.

- Oh, yes.

Sorry, Joyce.

- No, I'm the one that's sorry.

I bring you away for a de-stressing weekend

and people start dropping like flies.

I'll go and pack. - Mm.

- Oh, Tom.

Mrs. Fox said you were talking to her about your father.

You know, when you thought she was me.

What was that about?

- Oh, it was nothing, nothing much.

Look, I'll tell you about it later.

- I'm not gonna put on a show of mock grief,

'cause I couldn't stand the man.

I'm sorry for Phoebe, though.

- Where's Carter?

- No idea.

Not his keeper.

Despite what everybody says,

my relationship with Carter Smith is strictly platonic.

That means we're just good friends.

- Yes, I know what it means.

- [Miranda] We talk about books.

- Your book?

- Of course.

- Oh, happy times, by the look of things.

- [Miranda] Yes, they were.

- You talk to Phoebe about your book?

- I used to, yes, until Luke came on the scene,

then everything changed.

- Ah, yes, Phoebe married Luke Archbold,

and you, you took up with Carter Smith.

- I did not "take up" with him, I employed him.

Anyway, the two events are completely unrelated.

- Are they really?

- What exactly is it that you want?

- Phoebe Archbold came to see you

yesterday afternoon, didn't she?

- Yes. So?

- Did she talk about Carter threatening Luke?

- That's all such nonsense.

- Is it?

I heard Carter Smith yesterday say to Luke,

"Your days are numbered."

- He meant here, at the manor.

They're broke, didn't you know?

The spa is a failure.

- Oh, there you are, see,

that's a cause for celebration, isn't it?

I mean, now, you can get on with your book

without any interruptions.

- My god, you don't think that Carter and I

had anything to do with Luke's death, do you?

(cellphone ringing)

- Excuse me.

(cellphone beeps)

George.

Yes.

Thank you.

I'm on my way.

(cellphone beeps) We'll talk again.

- Oh, not if I can help it.

Just go, would you?

I have work to do.

(door clacks)

(door thuds)

(mysterious music)

(phone beeps)

It's me.

What the hell have you been up to?

- There are no post or antemortem injuries.

There was foam in the airways,

lungs were overinflated and full of liquid,

all of which would indicate death by drowning.

The lab report shows she'd ingested

a considerable amount of alcohol and benzodiazepine.

- What are you saying, George?

- I'm saying, Tom, I cannot, at this point,

tell you whether her death was accidental or not.

- What about him?

- Crush asphyxia due to chest compression,

by the look of it.

I can't be absolutely certain till I've finished.

And even then, with injuries like this,

it's hard to be definitive.

- Oh, that's very useful.

Thank you, George.

- [George] Don't mention it!

- Sir.

Report on the empty vodka bottle.

- Oh, tell me.

- No prints, not even a smudge.

It's been thoroughly cleaned, inside as well.

- Inside?

- [Ben] Same with the glasses.

Want to know what I think?

- Enlighten us, Benjamin.

- It was rinsed out so we wouldn't find traces of temazepam.

Kitty Pottinger was drinking vodka

spiked with her own medication,

which makes Kenny Pottinger prime suspect.

He had the means, the opportunity, and the motive.

Well, sir?

- Cheer up, Tom.

Looks like you might have a murder after all.

(police radio chattering)

- You off, Mrs. Barnaby?

- Oh, yes.

Tom wants me out of here before I become a suspect.

- I don't know, maybe it's me,

but (sighs) he doesn't seem himself.

- Well, I think he is worried about the police medical,

not that he'd ever admit it.

And then, of course, there's this place.

- Yeah, it's a tricky case, lots of unanswered questions--

- Oh, I'm not talking about the body count,

I'm talking about all this New Age stuff.

- Oh. - He can't be doing with it.

- Yeah.

(car door thuds) (engine whirring)

(whale moaning)

(gentle music)

- [Tom] What are you doing?

- If you want to see something clearly,

you should look in the opposite direction.

It's a Zen thing.

- Ah, of course it is.

- Shh.

There are dark spots on your aura.

You're very troubled.

It's to do with your father.

You've got a birthday coming up.

You'll be the same age as your father when he died.

(static crackling)

Yes, this is it.

Your father died on his birthday,

and you're afraid that you'll die on yours.

- How did you know that?

(static crackling)

- There's water.

- What? (static buzzing)

(static crackling)

- No, it's gone.

- No, wait, you said something about water.

What was that? - You'll have to go.

We're supposed to be packing.

Mrs. Archbold is closing the spa.

Are you going to give me some money?

(people chattering)

(ominous music)

(people chattering)

- [Man] Thank you to you.

- Sir.

Sir.

(people chattering)

Sir?

- What is it, Jones?

Enlighten me.

- It's a compression plate

and it's missing from the training machine.

It's vital, apparently.

Are you all right?

Look a bit peaky.

- I'm absolutely fine.

Anything else?

- Yes.

The receptionist tells me there's a set of keys missing.

- [Tom] Oh, keys to where?

- The whole place, everything, including the gym.

How about we turn over Carter Smith's place,

see what we find?

Miranda Bedford's too, while we're at it.

- [Tom] Yeah, right, right.

- I'll apply for the search warrants, then.

- [Tom] Yeah, obviously.

- Right.

- No, no, Jones.

Kenny Pottinger's car.

- What about it?

- Look for it round here.

- Round here? - Yes, a two-mile radius.

I heard a car, but Kenny Pottinger

wasn't necessarily driving it.

I think someone who wants us to believe

that he fled the scene.

Then there's er the text message signed "Kenneth."

- Everyone calls him Kenny.

- Yeah.

Whoever drove the car sent the text message.

- You're thinking it was someone from here.

- I'm thinking all kinds of things.

(gentle music)

(reel clicking)

(gate clacks)

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- No.

No, it's all right.

Come in.

How are you?

- Oh, well, I feel like I'm in a bit of a dream,

I suppose, a very bad dream.

And on top of it all, we've had to tell the staff

that we're closing, that they don't have their jobs anymore,

and they've all been so wonderful.

This used to be the kitchen garden.

Miranda and I spent a lot of time in here.

My first husband, Magnus, worked away on business a lot,

so I brought up the children,

Miranda wrote, or talked about writing,

and we worked in here together.

It was the happiest time of my life.

(woman chattering)

(group laughing)

- [Tom] Ah!

Hello, Cully, what a lovely surprise.

- He said, without much conviction.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

Jones, what can I do for you?

- Yeah, just a couple of things I wanted to check with you.

- Excuse us, ladies.

- Oh, I get the search warrants tomorrow.

- [Tom] Yes. And?

- Well, the night Kitty Pottinger died,

not everyone's account tallies,

like Julian, the gym guy.

He was seen hanging around the red house at 10:00 p.m.,

but he says he was with Luke Archbold.

The Natasha Fox woman says she was in her room,

but a member of staff brought her tea and said--

- Go and double-check.

- Yeah, well, I can't double-check with Luke Archbold

'cause he's brown bread.

- Well, look, Jones, I can't do everything for you, can I?

Any sign of Kenny Pottinger?

- No, not as yet.

- Or his car?

- Working on it, sir.

- Oh.

(door clacks)

- We were just planning your surprise birthday party, Dad.

- You were what?

- Joke.

(Tom chuckles)

Have a glass of wine.

- [Tom] Oh, oh, yes.

Yes, please.

- How's it going, Tom?

- How's it going, Joyce?

Oh, it's going very well indeed,

excellent, couldn't be better.

Cheers, love.

(sombre music)

(gentle music)

(man chattering)

(sighing)

(loud creaking)

(water splashing)

(mysterious music)

(police chattering)

(doorbell rings)

- It's the police.

(doorbell rings)

- Am I ever gonna get any peace?

(doorbell rings)

- Mob-handed as well.

It's pathetic.

- Don't lose it, Carter.

(doorbell rings)

(sighs)

- Detective Sergeant Jones, Causton C.I.D.

I have a warrant to search the premises.

- What exactly are you hoping to find?

- This is a murder inquiry, Ms. Bedford.

- I suppose I have no choice in the matter.

- No, you don't.

- Love to stay and watch the fun, Barnaby,

but you know how it is, things to do, people to see.

- [Ben] Mr. Smith.

- Carter, don't.

- Mr. Smith, I need a look inside

your vehicle before you go.

Please, I said I need to look!

(police radio chattering)

(books clattering)

(Carter snorts)

- Ms. Bedford, shall we?

(gentle music)

Key, please?

Oh, so the book really does exist.

- Of course.

- Beautiful handwriting.

Hilary, is she the heroine?

- She's a protagonist, yes.

- And what happens to her?

- As a matter of fact, she goes to prison, for murder.

But she's innocent, of course.

- Of course.

- Oh.

(Ben chuckles)

Oh, yeah.

Yeah?

Sir.

Compression plate.

Identical to the one missing from the machine

that killed Luke Archbold.

- Right, so I sabotaged the equipment,

then hid the incriminating evidence in my truck.

Criminal mastermind, that's me.

- Carter.

(keys jingling) - Sir?

- What?

Aha.

Large bunch of keys.

Tanning studio, fitness suite.

Looks like these belong to the manor.

- Do you recognise those keys?

- No, of course, I don't.

- I do. They were mine.

I handed them back to Luke when he sacked me.

- Well, unfortunately, he won't be able

to confirm that, will he?

- A crude attempt to incriminate us, obviously.

- Well, we'll discuss it at the station, shall we?

Carter Smith, Miranda Bedford, I'm arresting you both

on suspicion-- - Wait.

Mr. Smith, that fight you had with Julian outside the pub.

- What about it?

- That fight all was about Miranda's book, wasn't it?

- Well, something like that.

- Yeah, Julian claimed that that book

did not exist, am I right?

- Sir. - Hang on, hang on.

Mr. Smith?

- My memory's a bit hazy.

I'd had a few drinks, hadn't I?

- And he would never ever discuss my work with anyone,

would you, Carter?

- Mr. Smith, if you do not cooperate with us,

I'll have you in and out of Causton nick on so many charges,

your head will spin.

Assaulting a police officer, trespassing,

and yes, sir, first degree murder.

- All right, all right, yes.

Yes, I told Julian that I'd read the book.

- And?

- And I told him it was almost finished,

and I told him where Miranda kept the manuscript.

- Oh, Carter.

- I'm so sorry, but he got to me, didn't he?

Great lump, can't even spell his own name.

What right has he got to have a go at you?

- We're finished here.

Thank you.

(door thuds) - Please, I'm so sorry.

- They've got to be in the frame, sir.

Kitty Pottinger, Luke Archbold are dead,

they've got exactly what they want: the spa is finished,

Phoebe Archbold won't push this right of way business, and--

- And they leave vital bits of evidence

lying around for us to pick up.

How very thoughtful.

- Murderers panic, they do stupid things

in the heat of the moment.

How many times have we seen that?!

- Jones, Kitty Pottinger, Luke Archbold's murders

were premeditated, carefully planned.

(cellphone ringing) Heat of the moment

didn't come into it. - What's all that stuff

about Mrs. Bedford's book?

(cellphone beeps) Jones!

Right.

Thank you.

(cellphone beeps)

Well, you were right about one thing.

Kenny Pottinger's car,

they've found it in a wood, couple of miles from here.

(gentle music)

(car door clacks) It's unlocked.

(police chattering)

Keys in the ignition and a mobile.

- [Tom] Open the boot.

Oh, golf.

Oh, of course.

- What? - Kenny was supposed to be

playing golf over the weekend,

it fell through at the last moment.

So whoever spiked the vodka thought that Kitty

was gonna be there on her own.

- So Kenny got doped as well.

- Jones, you mentioned some discrepancies

in the witness statements.

- Yeah, Natasha Fox said she was in her room,

but there was no answer when room service called.

She always has, what's it, camomile tea, last thing.

- That all? - No, Julian, the gym guy,

he said he was with Luke Archbold at 10:00 p.m.,

but Angela Danby saw him hanging round

Miranda Bedford's place.

- Angela who?

- Danby.

One of the therapists.

Hippy dippy, calls herself Cloud.

- Danby.

Danby, isn't that the name of the doctor?

- Yeah, she's his daughter.

- Oh, for crying out loud!

- What?

- Nothing.

You go and talk to Natasha Fox, see if she's lying.

I'll go and speak to Julian Woodley.

(Tom mumbles loudly)

Damn me.

(gentle music)

(panting)

Hello, Julian.

- [Ben] Mrs. Fox, a word.

- Julian, this is a murder inquiry.

Let me tell you something.

If you lie to me,

that makes you an accessory to murder.

- If you weren't in your room that night, where were you?

Or perhaps a more formal interview might jog your memory.

- I was with Luke.

- Luke Archbold?

- Yes, my husband.

- I'm sorry?

- My ex-husband.

He left me for Phoebe when my money ran out.

But he was coming back to me.

I was the one he really cared about.

(car door thuds)

- [Ben] Hold on.

- Carter was the one who told me about loony Miranda's book,

how it was almost finished, thousands of pages,

all handwritten, and how she keeps it in this old safe.

So I told Mr. A and...

Well, he wanted me to steal it.

He offered me a grand, but I wasn't gonna do it,

I swear. (cellphone ringing)

I would never have stolen anything.

I was just being helpful.

(cellphone beeps) - Excuse me.

Barnaby.

She's what?

- Luke's ex.

Yeah, the night Kitty died,

they were cavorting in one of the vacant rooms.

But when she left, she saw something very interesting.

She saw Phoebe.

(gentle music)

- Okay, listen, this is what we're going to do.

- What exactly is it you're looking for?

- Just wanted a last look before we leave.

- [Phoebe] You're leaving?

- Yes, we're finished here.

As of today, we'll be running the investigation

from Causton Police Station.

- [Tom] You can start moving everyone out now, Jones.

- [Ben] Yes, sir.

Goodbye.

- [Tom] Mrs. Archbold, did your husband tell you

about Miranda Bedford's book?

- Tell me what about the book?

- [Tom] That he was planning to steal it.

- He was what?

(handle rattles)

- This door has been locked for a couple of days, hasn't it?

- Yes, Luke said there's a problem with the sunbed.

- I don't suppose you got a key, have you?

- Not on me.

(cellphone beeping)

What were you saying about Miranda's book?

- Oh, nothing, it's something I heard.

Probably nonsense.

- Sounds like it.

- Well, thank you, Mrs. Archbold for your help.

Would you excuse me a minute?

I've got a phone call.

- Oh, of course, yes.

I'll be in the office if you need me.

(gentle music)

(keys jingling)

(lock clacks)

(machine hums) - Hm.

(ominous music)

(gong chimes)

(gentle music)

(sighs)

(reel clicking)

(water splashing)

(loud creaking)

(keys jingling)

(lock clacks)

(loud rattling)

(electricity buzzing)

(extinguisher thudding)

(Kenny screams)

- Please, help me.

- Shh, shh, shh. - Help me.

- Quiet.

(loud creaking) (loud rattling)

- No, no, help me.

(loud rattling)

No.

Please, please.

- It's all right, Mr. Pottinger.

You're safe now.

(Kenny whimpering)

You're safe.

(Phoebe yelping)

(Phoebe panting)

(sombre music)

- I didn't hit him hard enough, did I?

(siren wailing)

- Once Kitty Pottinger had a controlling interest

in the manor, I knew I'd be out sooner or later.

Miranda as well.

The thought of that woman ruling the roost in my house,

and she would have ruled.

- So you decided to kill her.

- Yes.

I used to open the flotation chamber for her at all hours,

VIP treatment for her ladyship and so on.

One night, she was so out of it on booze and pills,

she could barely walk.

And I thought,

"All I have to do is hold your head

"under the water for a minute or two."

When Luke told me she was going to invest in the spa,

I remembered that night.

- But you needed Kenny out of the way.

- Yes, but then his golfing weekend came up.

Perfect.

I dissolved Kitty's temazepam in the vodka

and I left it in their room.

I knew she wouldn't be able to resist.

- [Kenny] Hello.

- [Phoebe Voiceover] Then I realised that Kenny hadn't gone.

I hurried back to the room to retrieve the vodka,

but it was too late.

They'd already opened it.

(door clacks) (door creaks)

- Oh, hello.

- Oh, just wondering if there's anything you need.

- Oh, I might fancy a float later.

- Oh, yes, yes, of course.

- She said that she might give me a call later.

(door thuds)

Sure enough, she did.

(sighs)

Let's put this under your head.

- Oh, that's nice.

- Lovely.

Yeah, all right, Mrs. Pottinger.

(Kitty sighs) - There was no sign of Kenny.

Well, I thought that it might still work.

(glass thuds)

- Come out, come out, wherever you are.

(Kenny chuckles)

- So I had to improvise.

(door rumbles)

(door thuds)

Mr. Pottinger, you're disturbing the guests.

- Ooh, you're all wet.

- Oh. - It's nice, nice.

You know,

I've always had a little bit of a thing for you.

- Well, that's lovely.

(chuckles)

But not here.

(Phoebe chuckles)

- No.

(sunbed hums)

Sunbed, eh? (Phoebe chuckles)

- Why don't you lie down?

- Well, this will be a first.

(Phoebe chuckling)

- Oh, no, no, no, no, wait.

Just let me get these wet things off.

(Phoebe chuckles)

- Why, you are full of surprises, you are, aren't you?

(both laughing)

(extinguisher thuds)

(groaning)

(Phoebe grunts) (extinguisher thuds)

(panting)

(lid thuds)

(gentle music)

(door clacks)

(door thuds)

- Now, I had to finish Kitty off.

(water splashing) (Kitty groaning)

(lock clacks)

I was going back to deal with Kenny

when I remembered the damn vodka bottle.

I had to get that cleaned up.

- [Ben] But you'd been seen by Natasha Fox.

- Yes, the ex-wife.

How perfect is that?

- And when you went back to the tanning studio,

Kenny Pottinger wasn't there, was he?

- No, so I panicked.

(grunting)

I drove Kenny's car to the wood.

I sent Kitty a text to her mobile.

But everything was unravelling.

I had to find Kenny.

- Who was wandering the grounds,

severely concussed, full of booze and pills.

- I got a torch and went looking for him.

He was by the pump house.

I couldn't find a pulse.

I thought he was dead.

(keys jingling)

(lock clacks)

(grunts)

He's a big man.

It took me an age to get him inside.

- And when Luke told you

he was planning to steal Miranda's manuscript,

to destroy her life's work and so finally be rid of her--

- Oh, my god, yes, well, that's when I realised

that Luke had to go too.

I was in the gym one day when Carter explained to Luke

how the machine might go wrong

if it wasn't properly maintained.

(metallic clanking)

(weights thud) (Luke groans)

That's when I got the idea.

- And it was easy to plant the evidence.

- Too easy.

- It's funny, I could say exactly the same thing about Luke.

- [Phoebe Voiceover] I'd hoped you'd think Carter

had left the keys at the red house.

(keys jingling)

I didn't mean to involve Miranda.

- [Phoebe] I wish Magnus was still alive.

- [Miranda] So do I, Pheebs.

- When Luke told me Miranda's book actually existed,

I felt so guilty for doubting her.

I wanted to look after her.

Do you understand?

That's what I'd always done,

when we were happy,

when everyone was happy. (siren wailing)

(police radio chattering)

I'm so, so sorry.

I should have had more faith.

But when Luke said that he was going

to steal the manuscript--

- It wouldn't have mattered if he had.

Carter gets any new pages photocopied every day.

- Does he? - Of course.

And I finished it a year ago.

I've just been tweaking bits since then.

The book's been sold, Pheebs, for pots of money.

- But Carter told Julian that he--

- Carter tends to dramatise.

He reads too much.

- I just wanted everything to go back to how it was before.

- It will.

However long it takes, I'll be here.

- What's the book about?

- Us.

(sombre music)

(engine whirring)

- I've got a loose end to tie up.

- Toodle-pip.

- Hello, Angela.

- The spa's closed.

We're not doing any more treatments.

- [Tom] Oh, what a shame.

- Yes, it is.

- No, I mean, a shame for you and your father.

It's quite a double act you got going there, isn't it, eh?

- Don't know what you mean.

- Do you not?

Well, the clients sign in to this place,

they're given the once over by your father.

And they are vulnerable, and they tell him things

they probably wouldn't even tell their own G.P.

I know I did.

And that, Ms. Danby,

is how you knew about my father.

- Sit down.

Sit down.

(sighs)

- Oh, just...

- He died on his birthday.

- Yeah, well, yes, I told your father--

- Shh!

Near water.

(ominous music)

A river.

No, no, a lake.

A big lake.

It was a beautiful sunny day.

He was on his own when he died.

You weren't there.

Nobody was there.

You didn't tell my father that, did you?

- No.

(reel clicking)

Joyce, do you remember the day my father died?

- [Joyce] Of course, I do.

- And he'd asked me to go fishing with him.

It was something we always did together

on his birthday when I was a kid.

And then, all those years later, he asks me again.

(reel clicking)

But we'd had one of our arguments,

and I was annoyed with him, I was angry, and I said, "No."

And you and I went off to have lunch.

- You think that if you'd gone with him that day--

- I could have done something, yeah.

I think about that a lot.

- Tom, your father died of a massive stroke.

You couldn't have done anything.

- Well, you can say that, but I feel guilty, I really do.

And I'm very sad because the last words

I ever said to my father,

they were not affectionate.

And then I got this idea stuck in my head.

- What idea?

- The idea that I would die when I got to his age.

And sure enough, a few weeks ago,

I started feeling these aches a pains,

headaches, and god knows what.

- Why on Earth didn't you tell me?

- Because, Joyce, it's ridiculous.

It is ridiculous, it's irrational, it's neurotic.

- So you're human, just like the rest of us.

- Yeah, I assume so.

- Should I have a medical team on stand-by tomorrow?

- Tomorrow?

- [Joyce] Your birthday.

- Oh.

No, you should not.

My twinges have gone and I'm feeling fine.

- Must have helped passing that police medical.

- Yeah.

(reel clicking)

(gentle music)

Dad?

(ominous music)

(water splashing)

- [Joyce] Tom.

Look.

- Oh, God moves in mysterious ways.

(Joyce laughing)

(group cheering)

(cork pops) - Whoa!

Champagne!

And he passed his medical too. ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Tom ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

(group cheering)

(mysterious music)