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See you downstairs, Mark.

Mr Bevan.

Night, Mr Bevan.

Goodnight, Mark.

Evening. Evening.

Good morning, Douglas. Morning!

Hello. Morning.

Morning, Douglas. Hello.

There are to be flowers as a centrepiece on each table,

except the top table.

I don't want the bride hidden by anything.

Well, perhaps at the two ends.

Now, let's go through the menu again.

The station review.

Is that it?

Everything they asked for.

So what do you think?

It's not about what's here.

It's about how they interpret it.

It'll say whatever they want it to say.

So you think they've already made their minds up?

Don't you?

If it helps, I don't mind taking it in.

What? They might be about to close us down, and all you can think about

is drooling over the Chief Super again?

I don't drool over her!

That's true, actually.

Normally his mouth goes dry and he talks gibberish.

I did... Look, I just think

she's an amazing woman, that's all.

Oh, it's about professional respect.

Yeah. We've misjudged him.

So, if you were going to, like, drop these off,

and she wanted to give you a kiss

to say thank you, just a little one, you'd tell her

to back off, would you? That it was inappropriate?

That's hardly likely, is it?

Probably, but what if she did?

Come to think of it, I think

she gave me a little peck on the cheek last time

I took the quarterly report in.

That's right, I remember you saying.

I wouldn't want to be rude, would I?

No. Course not.

As long as it was just a peck.

I... It's...

It's not funny, is it? Ugh!

Don't get chatting over there.

We have to be out of here by four. We've got a wedding

to get to, remember? Yeah, yeah.

Shipton Abbott police station.

Oh, sorry, Kelby, but you do make it easy.

Yeah, but I don't have a go at you for who you fancy, do I?

Who do I fancy?

Bloke with the hammer.

Hammer?

Thor.

You mean Chris Hemsworth?

See, I don't ask you if you want to kiss him, do I?

No.

You can if you want.

All right.

Do you want to kiss him?

Yes, please.

Shipton Abbott police.

Oh, hi, Douglas. How are you?

We'll get someone to you as quickly as we can, OK?

Kelby.

Christie Close, suspected assault on an elderly resident.

Go, go.

Hot water. Thank you.

Can I get you anything else?

I don't think so.

More toast? Sauce?

Er, no, I'm absolutely fine, thank you.

Then can I tempt you with a little physical activity?

Um, excuse me?

'60s workout on the beach later.

Oh!

Oh, no, I'm a little busy today.

Maybe next time.

Absolutely.

What are you doing here?

We need to talk.

Isn't it bad luck if I see you?

I can't do it.

Do what?

The wedding!

OK, Ella, we'll just get your arm secure,

then we'll pop you down to A&E, get you checked out, all right?

I don't want any fuss.

Have you got family we can call?

Maybe they can meet you at the hospital.

Think one of the neighbours called her granddaughter.

They said they were here to fix the internet.

Who did? Two men.

They rang on the bell.

And you let them in?

Well, yes. It had been playing up all morning.

They said they were here to fix it.

Only they went on my computer,

and my granddaughter said I wasn't to let anyone do that.

So I said stop,

and that was when one of them pushed me and I fell back.

These two men,

would you recognise them if you saw them again?

Oh, yes.

We should get going. OK.

Well, don't worry about it now, Ella.

James is going to get you in the ambulance.

I'll, er, I'll see you at the hospital if I can,

if that's OK, um, just so I can get a proper description.

Thank you.

OK.

Nan!

Are you all right? What happened?

Oh, it's nothing.

They shouldn't have called you.

Of course they should have called me.

Is she OK?

A few cuts and bruises,

possible fracture of her left arm,

so we're taking her to A&E. You ready, Ella?

Well, I can't just leave the house.

It's all right, Nan. I'll lock up here

and I'll meet you at the hospital, OK?

All right, dear.

Thank you. All right, my love.

Grab the door...

PC Hartford?

Er, yes, sir. Er, ma'am.

Do you know what happened?

She's my grandmother.

Um, yes, ma'am.

Er, it seems there were two perpetrators

who aimed gantry. Aimed gantry?

Gained entry.

Um, they said they were here to fix the internet,

and... and... and pushed her,

but you told her not to let anyone do that...

Not push her, er, I mean,

obviously they shouldn't do that,

um, even if she wasn't your grandmother...

Sorry.

I meant go on the internet, through the computer.

So, so she said, "Stop it,"

and they did, and that's when they pushed her.

Right. So what are you going to do next?

Next? Um, I will, er...

I'll get a description, um,

and ask around town if anyone had seen them.

Ask around town?

Yes, and the surrounding areas,

um, neighbours, er, dog walkers, er, um,

people on bikes.

Can I make a suggestion? Yes, please, ma'am.

Go back to the station, write out your report.

I'll call the cyber crime unit

to come down and check my grandmother's computer

to see if there's any forensic evidence to be had,

or a digital footprint we can identify,

and help lead us to the people who did this.

Yes?

Yes, ma'am.

It's like my worst nightmare.

It's all the things we said we didn't want.

But what do we do?

We can hardly not turn up to our own wedding.

Of course not.

Mum would be devastated.

You'll have to talk to her. Me?

Well, if I go, she'll just talk me round, like she always does.

If I go, she'll use her headmistress voice on me

and I'll crumble.

I cannot be held responsible for what I'd agree to.

We'll go together.

It's an Art Deco piece from the 1920s, bronze,

with the mounting tray made from Devon marble.

Value?

It's insured for £75,000.

Wow. I know.

It's a Francis Tucker piece,

loaned to the museum by Lady Cavendish.

At least you're insured, hmm?

Well, yes.

That's not really the problem.

We struggle to break even as it is.

Over half of what we have here is on loan.

If this gets out, the owners

are going to start taking their items away.

And if I make that kind of claim, my insurance premiums

would double on whatever's left.

I couldn't do it.

I'd have to close down.

Oh, Douglas, you can't do that.

I'm not sure I'd have any choice.

I'll do everything I can, I promise.

Now, can you show me where you think they broke in?

This door was forced open.

Cameras? Outside.

One at the front door, one at the back.

It's the first thing I checked.

And? Nothing.

Although you can't actually see this door from the rear camera.

And the alarm didn't go off?

I don't understand why.

We have motion sensors throughout the gallery,

and this morning I still had to disarm the system

as I do every morning.

Could be a fault. When was the system last checked?

It's serviced every six months,

so the last one would have been first week in July.

Don't upset yourself about it.

If there's any news, I'll call you straight away, OK?

Thanks, Esther.

See you.

Oh, Paris!

Hey, Esther. How you doing?

Haven't seen you for ages.

Zoe was only talking about you the other day.

I've been about.

In the museum? Oh, no.

My boyfriend works here. Mark?

Oh, right. Yeah. Six months now.

Yeah, probably why no-one's seen you.

Tell Zo I'll give her a call.

Yeah, will do.

Well, that's that.

Nothing more we can do now.

Madam wasn't there, though,

so you would have had a wasted trip.

Family emergency or summat.

Well, I saw her. What?

The Chief Super.

It... It was her nan who got assaulted in Christie Close.

No!

Is she all right? Two blokes got in her house, pushed her.

They think she might have broken her arm.

Chief Super turned up while I was there.

They just checked her bank.

Looks like they cleaned her out.

Took everything. That's terrible.

Kelby, you have to help her.

I mean, I'd like to help.

She's a lovely lady,

but the Chief Super doesn't want me to.

Eh? She told me she'd get people from HQ to look into it.

She can't do that. The call came in here.

You attended first. So?

So it's your case.

But she's the boss.

Well, she won't think very highly of you

if you just roll over and do as you're told, will she?

You need to show her what you're made of.

You think?

Definitely.

And think how grateful she'd be.

You're right.

Thanks, Margo.

Go get 'em, tiger.

Sarge.

He looks happy.

I'll tell you about it later.

So what about the museum?

Douglas OK? Bless him.

He thinks he might have to shut down.

No, he can't do that.

Someone forced open a fire door out the back,

managed to dodge the alarm system

and nick a 75-grand bronze statuette.

How?

I have no clue.

Where's the Inspector when you need him, eh?

Oh...

Oh, make sure there's plenty of room

in between the tables once the chairs go in.

That one maybe back a smidgeon.

Motty!

What are you doing here? You're supposed to be

at the hairdresser's.

Yes, I'm, er, sorry about that.

Thanks.

Hello, Paris.

How are you?

Well, I was all right,

but Mark's just told me what happened.

Yes, it is a bit of a worry.

They broke in round the back?

It would seem so, yes.

Scumbags. Quite.

Although we're not entirely sure why the alarm didn't go off.

Oh, well, they can do all sorts these days, Mr B.

Well, I... I'm sure you're right.

I'm not very up on these things.

I hope you're not keeping young Mark away from his work.

It's her mum's birthday.

We're trying to find her something.

Make sure you use your staff discount for her.

Oh, thank you.

You're very welcome.

What do you mean, too much?

It just feels like everything is running away from us,

like it's not about us any more.

Who the hell else is it about?

When Humph and I talked about it, it was a quiet affair.

We talked about a registry office

and a few close friends. I won't have you married

in a registry office. But don't you see, Mum?

That's the whole point. It isn't about what you want.

Our wedding day should be about what we want,

and it doesn't feel that way.

You haven't really consulted us about a single thing.

You chose the flowers, the menu...

No! You told us what you'd booked after the fact.

The truth is, I woke up this morning

and it didn't feel like my wedding day.

What have you got to say for yourself?

Well, Martha has a point.

You see, we talked about something small,

a handful of people.

Why didn't you say all of this sooner?

What?

There just didn't seem a good time...

with everything else.

What else?

You mean Richard?

It just felt like you threw yourself into planning a wedding

to take your mind off it.

So it seemed quite churlish to stop you from doing that.

We were worried about you.

So, in other words, you were pandering to me?

Because suddenly I'd become this mad old woman

interfering in everyone else's business

so I wouldn't have to face up to the fact

that I'd been humiliated by a man?

We didn't say that. No...

But I was.

Wasn't I, Motty?

While we're all being honest,

that's what you both think, isn't it?

No.

What, then?

I don't know.

Do you know what I thought I was doing?

I thought that, as the father of the bride

normally organises and pays for the wedding,

I needed to step up.

Because he isn't here, is he?

There's just me.

And I know he would have wanted it to be perfect.

And you're right, this was about Richard, in a way,

though not the way you think.

You see, the more I realised

the truth about Richard's lies and deceit

and selfishness, and his utter disregard for anybody else,

the more I realised what a...

an amazing man your father was.

And that I should honour his memory

by making sure that his little girl

had the wedding she deserved.

I'm sorry I overstepped the mark.

Oh, Mum, we're not mad at you.

We know you only ever want what's best for us.

We just wondered if we could scale it back a little.

Do you know what, Motty?

You can do whatever you want.

Oh, Mum, please...

Do you want me to go after her?

No, just... leave her a while. Let her calm down.

Well, thanks, Mary.

I owe you a drink next quiz night. Ha!

That alarm has to be faulty.

Could it have been bypassed somehow?

There's no evidence it was tampered with.

Yeah.

That was Mary at HQ on the phone.

So, the two blokes who pushed the Chief Super's nan

have been at it before.

Where? Coleford,

Markate and Frasacombe.

They use a Wi-Fi blocker outside the houses

to mess up the internet,

then knock on doors offering to fix it.

Because of the blocker,

doorbell cameras can't store the image of them knocking.

Clever. Then once inside,

they say they need to use your computer.

Then they hack into it and get access to your bank account.

All those areas are covered by the hub, aren't they?

Mary said they don't have a single suspect.

Nothing.

Well, if they can't do anything

with all the resources they have,

what are we supposed to do?

Well, we've got something they haven't got.

What's that? Kelby.

So, I've got one dark hair, clean-shaven,

looks a bit like Peter Barlow from Coronation Street.

Er, one bald one with stubble, red ears,

looks like one of the Conservative leaders,

but you're not sure which one.

I'm not much help, am I?

But I'd know them if I saw them.

No, this is excellent, Ella.

Once I had to find a dog,

and the only information I had

was that it had three legs and a diamante collar.

You've been very kind to me.

Well, it's not nice, what these men did.

Can't have them running around

hurting lovely ladies like yourself, can we?

Are you flirting with me, Kelby?

Maybe a little bit.

Right, I'll run these descriptions

through our database and start making enquiries.

PC Hartford. Ma'am.

I thought I made it clear we'd take care of this from the hub.

Yes, ma'am.

But with respect, I was the attending officer.

And?

And I think I should carry on with my investigation.

I've got a description of the two men and I'm about to

start my enquiries. He's been very thorough.

That's not how it works, Nan.

We have a cyber crime unit.

They're specialists in this type of fraud.

Well, I haven't seen a single one of your cyber men

since this happened.

Kelby's the only one who's talked to me.

All right.

Gather whatever information you can,

but you report directly to the hub.

Yes, ma'am.

Don't worry, I won't let you down.

Bye, Ella.

Oh, what a sweet boy.

OK, so I need you to set the alarm

exactly as you did last night.

We normally turn the lights off first.

Do the same thing.

How long between pressing the button and the alarm being set?

We have 45 seconds to get out.

OK. Go.

Mark, go and turn the alarm off.

Not being funny, but should you two

be sitting here together? Isn't it bad luck or something?

I'm not sure much else could go wrong.

Huh.

Everything's all right, isn't it? I mean,

you're still getting married today?

I suppose. Don't you know?

Of course we're getting married.

Great.

Though, if I'm honest, nothing would surprise me with you two.

She's right, isn't she?

We are a bit prone to things going wrong.

Not wrong,

just occasionally a little more complicated

than we anticipated, that is all.

OK, look, we find your mum,

kiss and make up, we smile through the wedding,

and I'll see you on the other side.

I do love you.

Oh, well, that's a relief.

Hello?

Oh, um...

of course.

Actually, it was Ryan's idea.

To have that connection on your first placement is great.

He lost his grandad a few weeks ago,

and his mum needs to be in hospital a while.

There's no other family to take him in, so...

we need someone to foster.

I appreciate it's short notice.

Oh, that's fine.

It's not a bad time?

No. No.

We'd love to have him.

OK, great.

Well, I've got his stuff in the car.

Hiya.

Is it all right if I stay here, then?

Yeah, of course it is.

Sorry your mum's not well.

Is this your duck?

Well, he's sort of adopted us.

What's his name? Selwyn.

That's a funny name.

I'm going to like it here.

What do you want?

Oh, I'm a police officer. Er, PC Hartford.

Er, can I have a word?

I haven't done anything. Go away.

Oh, no, I'm sure you haven't. I just, er,

I need to ask about two men.

There's no men in here.

No, I just wanted to know if anyone knocked on your door.

Yes.

Great.

Um, can you describe them for me?

Young, wearing a police uniform,

asking silly questions.

That's me, isn't it?

Right, well, these aren't silly questions.

I'm here on official police business.

I just need to ask if anyone's seen two men.

I saw a car parked outside.

Car. What kind of car?

2-litre, black, Series 4 BMW Gran Coupe.

That's very specific.

I watch a lot of Jeremy Clarkson.

He pushes my buttons.

Um, OK, um, but nobody knocked on your door?

Yes. Who?

I didn't answer it.

Right.

Well, I'm not really looking for a car.

It's not here now anyway.

No, it isn't.

So I will not bother you any more.

Thank you.

I saw him drive off.

Looked like that bloke in Coronation Street.

Corrie?

So I checked the alarm and it's clearly working.

So how the hell did they get past it?

Must be one of the Inspector things.

How do you mean? You know,

that thing he does

when the day's not the day you think it was,

it was the day before,

or the person wasn't the person,

it was someone else.

It's not that kind of case.

If Douglas said that statuette was in the museum

when they locked up last night

and wasn't there this morning, then that's what happened.

Maybe I should leave the how for now,

think about who and why.

Can you find me an expert?

It might have been stolen to order,

so see if we can work out who'd want to buy

something like that. Yeah, all right.

How much do we know about his assistant, Mark Wisdom?

Um, not much.

Any other staff? Couple of cleaners.

They generally work at weekends.

Well, run checks on everyone, will you?

We might get lucky - find one of the cleaners

is an international art thief.

Had a breakthrough on the Chief Super's nan.

A lady in the next street saw a car parked outside her house.

Someone knocked on the door, but she didn't answer,

and her Wi-Fi has been playing up.

So why is the car significant?

Because it was driven off by someone

who looked like Peter Barlow.

Ooh!

Who's he?

Coronation Street.

Oh. He should be easy to find, then. We know where he lives.

Oh, it's not a real place, Margo.

It's off the telly.

Er, the other one was bald with red ears,

looked like a Tory party leader from a few years back.

William Hague.

OK. So, wait, you've lost me a bit.

You think the two men

who assaulted the Chief Superintendent's nan

parked in the next street?

Yes, and if they did,

I've got a good description of the car.

I'll call you tomorrow, see how he's settled in.

Do you think we should have mentioned it's our wedding day?

She wouldn't have left him.

He would have had to stay with strangers.

Yes. So how's this going to work?

We'll think of something. OK.

OK. Well, he's very excited.

You know where I am.

Oh!

Thank you, Hannah. Thank you.

Bye.

I still need to find Mum.

OK. You do that. I'll keep Ryan with me.

OK. We haven't got long.

What about, um, your hair, your make-up?

Oh...

You'll just have to take me as I am.

So the next time I see you will be at the church.

Good news or bad news?

Good.

Here's a list of all collectors and dealers

in a 50-mile radius who specialise in Art Deco.

Great.

Bad news?

There's 53 of them. Oh.

We haven't got long.

We've got a wedding in three hours.

Oh, and I ran checks on all the staff.

All came back clean as a whistle.

Thanks, Margo. Mm-hm.

There's 37 cars that could fit the description

registered to houses in the area.

They might not be local.

For all we know, they could be based in Exeter,

or Bristol even.

Do you have even a partial numberplate?

No.

Sorry to hear about your grandad.

It was really sad.

Mum cried loads. I bet she did.

He left me £3,000 and a bunch of books.

Charles...

Dickens.

They're really good books.

You should read them.

Some of them are really fat.

Well, that's the thing with books, you see.

They come in all shapes and sizes.

How long will I be here for?

Um, that depends on how quickly your mum gets better.

Will she die too? No!

No, of course not.

Hannah says she should be home in a few weeks.

So, you know, think of this as like a... like a holiday.

Can we go to Disneyland?

Ha! Yeah, well, I'm not sure.

Um, I think that's a question for Martha...

and probably your mum.

Can I sleep in the boat?

Ah. We've sort of moved in the house.

Boring. Yeah, it is rather.

I'll see what I can do, OK?

Right, what next?

We've got two hours.

Walk on the beach?

Amusements? Nah, they're for kids.

Oh.

I rather like amusements.

There's the aquarium.

Nah.

OK.

Then you tell me where you'd like to go.

Another ice cream.

Another one?

Hello, Ryan! What are you doing here?

He hasn't been nicking sausage rolls again, has he?

Er, no. Er, no, he is going to be

staying with me and Martha for a few weeks.

Well, that's exciting!

Shouldn't you be somewhere? Ah, um, yes. Er...

I'm going to sleep on a boat.

Really? Wow. That'll be cool.

Well...

Yes, um...

Come on, let's get you a biscuit.

Er, hello.

So, um, how's things?

OK.

The station house review went in today.

Oh, gosh, yes, I'd forgotten about that.

The panel's meeting this afternoon.

Right. When will we hear?

Soon, though not sure if it'll be held up by the Chief Super.

Why?

Her nan was assaulted this morning.

Oh, crikey. Is she all right?

Two blokes talked their way into her house,

got onto her computer and emptied her bank accounts.

One of them pushed her.

We think she's broken her arm, but she's in A&E now.

Kelby's working on it, and he's identified two suspects.

Um...

William Hague, and the, er, bloke off Coronation Street?

We're obviously not suggesting it's the real William Hague,

or Peter Barlow, for that matter,

it's just how the witness described the two men.

OK. Anything else?

The museum was broken into last night.

Someone stole an antique -

an Art Deco statuette worth around £75,000.

Really?

Yeah, it's such a shame.

The museum has been there as long as I can remember,

and now it might have to shut down because of it.

What do you have? Not much.

A door at the rear of the building was forced open.

But the alarm was on, yet somehow, they didn't set it off.

Faulty alarm?

Serviced recently and the box wasn't tampered with.

It's a bit of a mystery.

Cameras? Nothing that helps.

Can I see the file?

I was hoping you might say that.

Shipton Abbott police station.

Forensics? Nothing.

Sir! I thought you were getting married today.

I am.

Any progress on the Chief Super's nan?

Yes, sir.

One of the shops had a security camera,

and I think I've found the car.

Is that...? Yes.

Right, here we go.

Look.

There. See?

It pulls up outside the coffee shop.

That must be Peter Barlow.

And William Hague is waiting in the car?

He comes back out, then goes back in the car.

Then... look.

I ran the numberplate, and I got an ANPR hit.

It's parked in the pay and display car park

on the front. Excellent work, Kelby.

Do you think I should call it in to the hub?

No.

You've done all the hard work.

Don't let them get all the glory.

I'll get you a car to meet you there.

Er, Kelby.

Do you know what period this recording covers?

48 hours, I think, er, up till lunchtime today,

when we pulled the memory stick out.

Wish me luck. Er, yes.

Be careful.

Good luck!

Have you found something else?

Er, not sure, but look.

You can clearly see the museum.

So this is Douglas and Mark

coming out when they locked up just before six.

Right. Oh, look, there's me! On my way to the hotel.

Yeah, they're basically long doughnuts.

Discovered 'em in Benidorm.

They had a little van on the front.

No, thanks.

Ugh, nothing.

Not very surprising, since we know

they entered through the rear of the building.

So what do we know?

Facts, facts, facts. We know the bronze was stolen.

Yes. The door was forced open.

Yes. What else?

That the alarm didn't go off.

So, three things.

The question is, how does it all fit together?

Oh, look, there's you.

Oh! Must have left the tape running.

Who's that?

Paris. She went to school with Zoe.

Her boyfriend Mark works at the museum.

And have you ruled them out?

I mean, it would be easier to tamper with the alarm

if you worked there, or your boyfriend did.

But if you did work there,

wouldn't you just leave the door open before you left?

Unless you wanted it to look like a break-in.

But none of that explains why the alarm didn't go off.

No.

No, it doesn't.

You should come to the hub, Kelbs.

It's got everything there.

Three coffee shops, canteen,

a restroom with a chocolate drawer,

and they have pies delivered every Thursday.

No, thanks.

I like it where I am.

You've got nothing there, stuck out here on your own.

We've got a kettle, and Margo has a biscuit tin.

Whoopee.

That's them.

You sure?

Positive.

I'll call for backup.

Go, go, go.

I thought you were the backup.

Roger that.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Easy.

Don't do it. Don't do it.

Yes, go on, get them. I'm right behind you, Kelbs. Go on.

Yes!

Oi! You can't go...

Here you go!

Look, whichever it is,

the alarm must have been tampered with in some way.

The evidence suggests otherwise.

And we're all guilty of wanting evidence

to back up what we already think, aren't we?

When in fact we should simply

accept the evidence for what it is

and adapt our thinking to fit.

Sometimes we become so fixated

on what we want to see...

Now you've lost me.

All right. What if...

the statuette wasn't stolen?

We know it was.

Unless Douglas is a liar, and I don't believe that.

I don't doubt that he believed what he told you,

and you've been looking for evidence that supported that.

Of course. But...

if we accept that Douglas

doesn't know what actually happened, which he doesn't,

then let's try a theory that fits the evidence,

rather than try to find evidence that fits a theory.

We can be sure that he and Mark locked up the museum

in the way they always did.

Mr Bevan.

We can be sure of that, because that's what Douglas saw.

Night, Mr Bevan.

Goodnight, Mark.

So it's exactly as he said.

It's exactly as he saw.

What about what he didn't see?

But how can you possibly know that?

I don't.

But it's the only thing that fits the evidence.

We know that the door was forced open,

but let's discount that for now.

Surely the most obvious reason

for the alarm not to be triggered

was that no-one actually went into the museum.

So the statuette was either stolen before the alarm was set

or after it was disarmed. Exactly.

Then it could only be Douglas or Mark.

Yes. But in order to make it look like a robbery...

They went back that night to force open the door.

And as you've already ruled out Douglas...

It must be Mark. Yeah.

And he would know that security camera couldn't see the door.

So the alarm never went off

because no-one actually entered the museum.

Because the bronze had already been stolen.

But he still had to get it out without Douglas seeing.

Ah, now that was the clever bit.

I hope you're not keeping young Mark away from his work.

It's her mum's birthday.

We're trying to find her summat.

Well, make sure you use your staff discount for her.

Oh, thank you.

You're very welcome.

See anything you like?

Don't forget my staff discount.

See, at first I thought the bronze must still be hidden

somewhere in the museum, but...

then I saw this.

Paris!

The vase is the perfect size, don't you think?

She said she was buying a gift for her mum!

Oh, the little cow even saw me on the way into the museum,

knowing what she was going to do.

But that's brilliant.

Oh, not really. You'd already done all the hard work.

I just came along at the last moment

and sprinkled some hundreds and thousands on the top.

Sorry to interrupt, but have you any idea what the time is?

Me and Esther have to go and get changed,

and I'm pretty sure you should be doing the same.

Margo!

You're getting married.

Crikey! Yes, I am!

Oh, I'll drop you off. Come on.

Come on, Esther. Time to go.

I'm not finished. Come on, you can watch it later...

on the honeymoon!

Leave your message after the tone. Thank you.

Mum?

See you at the church!

What's going on?

Sorry.

I'm not being a terribly good foster parent, am I?

OK, look, the thing is...

me and Martha are supposed to be getting married today.

But we didn't want to say anything

in case they decided

you wouldn't be able to stay with us after all.

You're getting married?

Yes. Can I come?

Come? Of course you can.

In fact, I'd decided that I didn't really want a best man.

Never quite saw the point of it, if I'm honest.

But I'd very much like you to be my best man.

Me?

Can't think of anyone better.

Will they have any food there? Cos I'm a bit hungry.

A feast! OK, I'm in.

Excellent!

How do I look?

Like...

a teacher.

Well, that's not quite the look I was going for,

but it's all I've got. Right, let's go.

Martha?

She cancelled everything?

The church, cars, reception. Everything.

And where is she now? I've no idea.

I've left her a message to say I was coming here to meet you.

I know we asked her to scale things back a bit,

but to cancel everything...

Why would she do that?

Because I didn't want you holding it over me

for the rest of my life.

That I'd ruined your wedding day.

We'd never have done that! Of course you would,

and I wouldn't expect anything less.

I've managed to cancel everything,

except for the canapes and the champagne for the arrival.

They're in the boot of the car.

I messaged as many of the guests as I could.

We can arrange it all again for another day.

Together.

Oh, Mum.

Are we still getting food?

Not entirely sure.

There they are!

We went to your B&B to see what happened

and they said you were down here.

Er, yeah, there's been a slight change of plan.

Is everything all right? Everything's fine.

There's Kelby. I got your message.

Have I missed it? It's been cancelled.

No, not cancelled. Postponed.

Did you get your man?

Both locked up.

Ah, well done, you!

What's this? Well, it seems that Kelby

has apprehended Peter Barlow from Coronation Street

and William Hague on suspicion of assault and theft.

I'm not even going to ask.

Now, since we're all here, is anyone hungry?

I'm starving. Me too.

Right. Now, Zoe, you come and help me

get the canapes from the boot. And you, come on.

Waste not, want not.

You look absolutely beautiful, by the way.

You're not so bad yourself.

Oh, yeah... No, you're not having any.

I told you, Zoe.

Isn't it funny how things work out?

This is exactly how we envisaged our wedding day.

Without the getting married part.

Do you mind? No.

We'll still do it.

We'll just think of this as a dress rehearsal.

Hmm, I'm not sure about that.

The last time you had a dress rehearsal, someone died.

The steam train, remember?

Oh, yes.

Everyone looks OK so far.

Did you invite the Chief Superintendent?

No!

Ma'am!

It seems you've had a very productive day, Inspector.

The two bogus internet engineers are in custody,

and I got a call from Douglas Bevan at the museum

telling me what a good job you did retrieving the stolen bronze.

It was a team effort, ma'am.

I don't doubt it, Sergeant.

Anyway, I don't want to disturb your, um...

whatever this is.

I just thought I'd let you know we've concluded our review

into the Shipton Abbott station house,

and I thought you should know sooner rather than later

that it seems there is a place for an element

of community policing in Shipton Abbott after all.

Yes! I'm sure you'll be

tempted to believe it had something to do with you

apprehending the men who assaulted my grandmother,

and I can't say that that didn't highlight

your strengths, but the truth is,

your stats are excellent.

The decision was based purely on merit.

Thank you, ma'am.

You're very welcome, Inspector.

Please, stay and have a canape.

What are we celebrating, exactly?

Not getting married.

Right. Changed your mind, then?

'60s workout.

Oh, sorry, Sandy. Er, no.

I'm not really dressed for it.

Next time, though.

Yes.

Kelby?

Can I have a word? Er...

Yeah, sure.

♪ I don't know what it is that makes me love you so... ♪

I just wanted to say thank you

for the way you treated my grandmother.

Not as your superior officer, but as a granddaughter.

That's OK, ma'am.

She's a very lovely lady.

Yeah. Yeah, she is.

But even so, you treated her with kindness and respect,

and you listened to her properly,

and I'm not sure I do that all the time.

So, thank you.

♪ I never knew that I could be in love like this... ♪

Ooh!

I can't believe it!

♪ I only want to be with you... ♪

Ah. He was my best man.

Of course you were.

Thank you, Ryan.

Martha Lloyd,

will you do me the honour

of not marrying me today?

It would be a pleasure.

♪ Ever since we met you've had a hold on me

♪ No matter what you do

♪ I only want to be with you

♪ Oh, you stopped and you smiled at me

♪ Asked if I'd care to dance

♪ I fell into your open arms

♪ I didn't stand a chance

♪ Now hear me darling, I just want to be beside you everywhere

♪ As long as we're together, honey, I don't care

♪ Cos you started something, oh, can't you see?

♪ That ever since we met you've had a hold on me

♪ No matter what you do

♪ I only want to be with you. ♪