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Happy Midsummer's Eveeveryone!

And welcome back to Larkton's Mill.

Chrissie and I thought it was about time for a catch up.

The old Mill is finally back up and running

with the addition of a state of the art water turbine

making us fully sustainable.

That means we can now make our own 100% organic flour

with clean and renewable energy.

As you can see, our waterside café is now open.

And so far we've been overwhelmed

by your incredible support.

But we've got big plans for much, much more,

Our live feed is buzzing

with requests to go inside the bakery.

So, let's see where the magic happens

Now it's time to meet our incredible baking team.

We are so proud of every one of them.

But none of this would be possible

without the help of our Head Miller Gabriel

and his talented apprentice Clare.

And now we've got the newest addition to the baking team.

- Say hello Ricky. - Hiya.

Now when Ricky first came to us,

he'd never done any baking and here he is,

mastering our signature organic sourdough rolls.

It turns out, he's a natural!

- Now... - Silas?

Have you seen this?

Ricky Naybury has stolen from everyone in this village.

At least they We giving him a chance, Den. Not many would.

'Cause he doesn't deserve it!

You know what Tom Larkton's "big plans" are, don't you?

Bars. Lodges. Restaurants.

Our business is already half dead

but that would just finish us off.

Not that you seem to care.

I don't know what you expect me to do about it, Den'

Something. For once!

Same again, Jack?

Yeah, we need to escalate our plans.

Spread the word.

[pensive music

[music intensifies]

[Music intensifies]

[music grows louder

Do you think we should call the police?

No. That's what they want. We'll just hold our nerve.

I didn't think anyone hated us this much.

I grew up here, they know me.

Hey, this is just some crank trying to freak us out.

And we are not going to let that happen, okay?

Tonight's our chance to show the village

that (herds room enough for all of us.

Come here.

Now making your own starter can seem complicated at first.

It is a scary mix of microbial science and metaphysics.

But, I promise, it's worth it. Follow us...

Turn it off, Ma' Why torture yourself?

You have to know your enemy to defeat him.

Our customers will come back once the novelty wears off.

And if they don't?

Your father and I left Italy with nothing.

We worked our fingers to the bone to build this business.

Times change Ma.

So, we just give in? Is that your answer?

Michael was a fighter.

He would have known exactly what to do.

[pensive music

What are you doing here, sir. I thought you were on leave?

Oh, Sarah has an old school friend coming to stay.

Let's just say we've never really hit it off.

Why, what's the problem?

Well, she's lived in California far loo long.

You know, always on a mission

to convert you to the latest fad.

Last time it was eating raw.

The worst week of my life.

Well, I look forward to meeting her.

Oh, she'll love you, Winter.

She only dates toy boys.

Age is just a number, sir.

Hmm, I'll bear that in mind.

You've just got to turn it on, sir.

Clare!

I need more rye, mixed seeds

and pastry flour. Quick as you can please.

Sorry to interrupt, got a last minute request

for this week's Masterclass from a Sophie Rendle.

Wonders if she could have a quick chat.

- And see if ifs for her? - I don't have time.

I've got this second bake to do for the party.

If she's keen, we can squeeze her in.

How was the response to that video?

All positive.

Apart from one anonymous post

that claims we're lying about being 100% organic.

They claim Herons Farm uses pesticides.

That their info comes from an official source

and that they can prove it.

But Nathan would never do that...

Ricky! Can you take over here, please!

I'll be as quick as I can!

Tom!

Why didn't you tell me?

You've been so ill, dad and I had to make a decision.

How did the D.A.F find out?

I've no idea. We'll be fine. Trust me.

Tom?

Are you using pesticides under the radar?

- Yes or no? - No.

Then why am I hearing that you are?

We've had crop contamination in the past.

Worked out it came from the verges.

It was just damage limitation.

I cannot believe this.

None of the grain you've had from us has been sprayed.

So, you don't have to worry. There's no harm done.

"No harm done?" Are you serious?

It won't happen again, Tom. You have our word.

No! It won't.

Tom!

Tom. Tom!

Don't do this! Please! We really need this contract!

I'm sorry, Nathan. You've left me no choice.

Tom, come on. Tom!

[pensive music

Look, I know that Nathan was an old friend of yours

but he admitted that he's been using pesticides.

He gave me no choice, I had to cancel that contract.

Chrissie?

There's more, they're all anonymous.

And they're all aimed at me.

Sir, just had a rather unusual request from on high.

Have you heard of Tom and Chrissie Larkton?

- Celebrities in baking world. - No. Should I have?

They've restored the old Water Mill in Lower Blissingham

and it's attracting a lot of visitors.

But the locals aren't very happy about it.

Well, surely their success benefits everyone?

Where are the complaints coming from?

Businesses in the village are losing serious money.

Denise Bantrig, the Landlady of The Highwaymen Inn,

is leading a protest.

She has my sympathy,

Is hardly our remit.

I agree, but it does seem to be escalating.

Chrissie Lemon's receiving what she and her husband

believe to be credible death threats.

Both online and this is a first,

concealed in a cake.

What will it be next, booby trapped baguettes?

It's actually pretty sinister.

There was a layer of pig's blood hidden under the icing

and when Mrs. Larkton out into the cake

she found the word CURSED baked into the sponge.

Well, I agree it's macabre but what would the charge be?

Assault and Battenburg?

Try to take it seriously, sir.

Due to the Larktons' high profile nature,

the powers that be want us to check it out.

Maybe I should've stayed on leave after all.

It was the cake that really got to me.

The lengths they'd gone to.

Any idea how it got there?

We've been very busy today. It could have been anyone.

Didn't seem busy when we drove past?

Well, we closed early for a private event.

A Midsummer's Eve party for everyone in the village.

We're hoping to build some bridges with our neighbours.

I've known many of them since I was a child.

Oh, you grew up here?

The Mill's been in my family since 1821.

After my mother died, my father carried on as long as he could,

but there was no interest in organic flour back then

and he couldn't compete with the factory mills.

I understand the word "cursed" was used in the cake.

Does that mean anything to you?

The Mill's been the scene of several tragic deaths

over the years, including my mother's.

Locals think it's down to some ancient curse.

Maybe they're right.

That must've been very hard for you and your father.

After a while he lost the will to carry on.

Moth-balled the Mill and lived as a recluse until he died.

And that's when you decided to take it on?

It was a way of...

making my parents' dream a reality.

And now the demand for organic flour

far outstrips the supply so it made sound business sense.

So, what happens now?

I'm afraid there's very little we can do

unless an actual crime has been committed.

But you did the right thing informing the police.

Our new book comes out this week

so we'd appreciate it if it could be handled

with some discretion to avoid any negative press.

Of course.

Where have you been?

I had to cover for you to Tom.

Thanks, babe. I owe you. Oh!

I bought you this.

Clare! I asked you for mixed seeds! Where are they?

Oh er, the jar was empty.

- I couldn't find Gabriel. - Not my problem.

I need them. Now!

Ricky!

Without this contract we're finished.

- You have to talk to Tom. - Nathan...

You know how ill dad is, you can't do this to him.

You made the decision to use pesticides.

I'm sorry but my hands are tied.

We can't risk losing our organic status.

But you're prepared to lose our friendship?

I've always defended you in the village.

Told them, "she's one of us, Chrissie won't let us down."

But they were right to see you as the enemy.

And you really don't want to make enemies

of people round here.

[pensive music

Midsummer's Eve has been celebrated

at the Mill for over 300 years.

A tradition we can't wait to revive

with our village neighbours.

We have \aid on a fully organic buffet.

Now you can find all of these recipes...

They're gonna have a long wait.

The Organic Baker...

No one's crossed the line. Yeah!

It looks like we've done it ladies and gents!

First drink on the house for supporting the cause!

Johnny! Perfect timing!

Lovely to see you, Vanessa.

You're looking younger than ever.

And you're looking awful.

Not surprising after a day apprehending

jewel thieves and axe murderers.

Er, it's not a\ways quite like...

Do the honours, darling? These nails cost a fortune.

I thought you didn't drink anything but champagne?

Yes.

But ifs a bio dynamic sparkling

from a local producer who has a holistic approach

to the whole vineyard ecosystem.

You'll have to drink a lot of these to off-set your air miles.

Every little helps, darling.

V's got a very exciting itinerary

planned for us over the next few days.

Yes I do, including supper

at a zero waste pop up near Badger's Drift.

Oh, can't wait.

But I don't fancy playing gooseberry

so I will need an escort.

Erm, I might know someone.

He's considerably younger, some might say handsome.

Hmm, just how I like them.

We are going to have so much fun!

[cork pOPSI

[pensive music

The press want to know what's going on?

Well, isn't it obvious? Nobody's coming.

We've got to stop them reporting that.

I cut the live feed, said we had a technical problem.

Ricky, I want all the food dumped

and everything taken down! Now!

I told you to stop calling me.

Special Midsummer offer!

Filled rolls with any drink. Only three quid!

Where are they from?

Never you mind.

We've got the pub full for once.

Might as well make the most of it.

Maybe I'm not quite as useless as you think.

[{male customer] Denise, pint please!

Hm.

Chrissie.

Chrissie. Chrissie. Come here.

Chrissie, Chrissie, Come follow, Chrissie.

Chrissie. Chrissie.

Chrissie.

Chrissie.

And finally

I'd like to thank you all for coming

and to make a toast

to the Curse of Abbadon!

The Curse of Abbadon!

Oh!

No, no, no.

What's the matter?

- No, no. - Den, what's the matter?

- No, no, no. - Den?

Talk to me!

No, no!

Chrissie, Chrissie.

Chrissie, Chrissie.

Come here. Chrissie

Chrissie.

Stop! Chrissie!

- Where are you going? - Chrissie!

Chrissie! Chrissie! Chrissie!

What's going on?

- Chrissie! - Call an ambulance!

Oh, I thought I saw your car, sir.

Are you okay?

A lime too much bio dynamic wine last night.

Oh, Sarah's friend has arrived then.

Yes, oh and she's insisting on taking us out

to some shack in a field where all the food is foraged.

Erm, she needs an escort and I proposed you.

Well, we might need an evening out

after the latest news from the Mill.

It seems the party didn't quite go as planned.

Fisticuffs over the focaccia?

No one turned up.

And there are reports of what seem like poisoning.

Fleur's particularly concerned about a batch of seeded rolls.

We're just waiting on the tox report.

How bad was it?

Chrissie Larkton had some sort of seizure

and had to be hospitalized.

And people were also taken ill at The Highwaymen Inn.

Including Denise Bantrig.

I thought that was the hub of the protest'?

It is, sir.

So, what exactly happened to Chrissie Larkton?

Doctors put it down to some kind of temporary psychosis.

Cause unknown.

Has your wife ever experienced anything like this before?

She suffered some memory loss when her mother died,

dissociative amnesia I think they called it?

But nothing since I've known her.

You're supposed to be in bed.

I'm fine now, Tom.

If you're sure you're up to it?

Can you tell me what you remember, Mrs. Larkton?

Coming back here, having something to eat.

Then I was at the edge of the water.

She said a man lured her there,

but when we found her, she was alone.

Some kind of illusion.

People were similarly affected at The Highwayman Inn.

Do you supply them with bread by any chance?

What do you think?

We wanted to teach them a lesson.

They think they can click their fingers

and we'll all come running and everything will be tickety-boo.

Well, it's too late for that.

So, you decided to have

an alternative party for the village?

That's right but we had absolutely nothing to do

with what happened.

It has been very hot lately

and our cooling system can be temperamental.

Maybe the beer was off.

That doesn't explain why Mrs. Larkton suffered

the same hallucinogenic symptoms at exactly the same time.

Well, I never touch beer

but the visions took me over too.

It was awful.

There are some concerns

around a batch of seeded rolls at the Mill.

Any chance any of them could have made their way here?

Everything we served was from our Norma\ supplier.

Nothing out of the ordinary at all.

Except that we were robbed.

- What was taken? - Our emergency cash tin.

They must've got in the back door

while all this was going on.

Any CCTV?

Yeah, one camera in the car park.

It's faulty, love. Got someone coming to look at it.

Well, if you remember anything of interest from that night,

then do get in touch. Thanks.

Thanks very much. Appreciate it.

There's nothing wrong with that camera.

What on earth have you been up to?

I was offered cheap rolls so I took them in good faith.

Oh, from Ricky Naybury, no doubt.

No wonder that cash is missing.

You kept going on about me not taking action sol did.

And nearly killing me in the process.

For a few measly quid!

I'll go after DS Winter. Tell him the truth.

And have the whole village know that you had a hand

in them going doolally?

So, what do you want me to do?

Sort Ricky Naybury out once and for all!

I sent these to a forensic botanist mate.

She informed me that the seeds used in the sourdough rolls

were actually the ascomycete fungus Claviceps purpurea.

Aka ergot.

The infection replaces individual grains

with dark, hard ergots that get mixed in with heat thy grain

during harvest and milling.

Symptoms?

Painful seizures, spasm,

hallucination, psychosis,

mania and delirium.

The ergot fungus contains a number of highly poisonous

and psychoactive alkaloids that can affect

the function of the cerebral cortex.

Impacting higher level processes

such as perception and memory.

In what way?

Confusion.

Memory loss.

I've never even heard of ergot.

Oh, it was more of a problem in the 17th century.

In fact, there's a school of thought

that women accused of being witches

were probably suffering from ergotism.

These days stringent quality checks...

make it extremely rare.

We need to talk to the Miller, Gabriel Arnson.

Thank you, Fleur.

Yes, thank you, Fleur.

Denise?

You've got a nerve.

L-I heard about last night.

I just wanted to make sure you're okay?

Like you care. What do you really want?

To reassure you that Tom and I want

to be your partners, not your rivals.

You're going a funny way about it.

Our aim is for us to all work together,

just like it was in the old days.

My parents...

counted you and Silas as friends.

The difference is your parents were decent,

community minded people,

and all you care about is yourselves.

Hang the rest of us.

That's not true.

You're a fake, Chrissie Larkton.

Always were.

And no matter what you say or do,

the curse will get you in the end.

Now, get away from my pub!

Every sack is subject to stringent quality control.

Ergot infected grain would never get past me.

The heads are black. Stand out a mile.

- What about the mixed seeds? - Likewise.

They're hand sifted and stored in airtight jars.

Could someone have tampered with the jars without your knowledge?

Well, it's possible but I personally supervise everything

that goes to the bakery.

Except for yesterday.

Well, Tom needed mixed seeds.

Came to fetch some but the jar was empty.

He went mental.

He said I had to find some or else.

And when I came back the jar was full.

I thought you'd refilled it?

So, you took the jar into the bakery.

I didn't want to upset Tom.

Tom can be a bit of bully when he's under pressure.

Is he feeling the pressure now?

There are allegations online

that the Mill's claims to be fully organic are untrue?

We had a problem with one of our grain suppliers, Heron's Farm.

So, we cancelled the contract.

- When was this? - Yesterday.

Oh... this is interesting.

When I spoke to Silas Bantrig,

he claimed that all the food served last night

came from their usua\ suppliers, delivered that morning

but Tech have just sent this through.

Mr. Bantrig said that their CCTV had a fault,

but a security camera on the cottage opposite caught this.

Looks like Fleur might be right after all.

Hmm. Isn't she always?

Hmm!

Mr. Larkton? Could we have a word?

Natasha? Could you finish the focaccia please?

How can I help you?

We think the rolls prepared for the party

were deliberately contaminated with ergot.

What about the pub?

Bread was delivered there after the party was called off.

Do you recognise this person?

That could be anyone.

What happened to all the party food?

It was dumped in the food waste.

Can we take a look?

Look, the bins are collected every morning.

It'll be gone by now.

We understand you ended a contract

with a supplier yesterday.

Heron's Farm. Why was that?

I found out they were using pesticides.

Do you think they've got something to do with this?

Hm!

Nathan! Nathan!

It was you, wasn't it? Causing all this trouble?

- No. Course not. - Don't lie to me, son!

Look, if you tell me the truth...

we can face this together.

Got to finish cleaning the silo.

Store the grain due at the Mill. Go back inside.

Okay.

Thanks.

Herons Farm have had issues

with ergot infections in the past.

The D.A.F were tipped off about recent pesticide use

by a member of the Parish Council.

Did you get a name?

They wanted to remain anonymous.

[Music intensifies]

Help!

Help!

Help!

Yes, we had a problem with ergot.

But that was before the Larktons took over the Mill.

If you believed it had been eradicated,

why use pesticides?

Nathan was worried about the verges

so he sprayed them to be on the safe side.

But I had no idea.

Help!

And what happened to the infected crop?

Incinerated the lot.

So whatever went on last night had nothing to do with us.

So, Nathan didn't go to the Mill yesterday?

Not that I know of, but you can ask him yourself.

He's cleaning the silo.

Thank you for your time, Mr. Duncroft.

Help!

Help!

[Music fades]

Fleur said ergot is extremely rare in this country.

What are you thinking, sir?

That the infestation on this farm

has to be linked to yesterday's poisoning.

And now this.

Mr. Duncroft. Sorry.

Erm, the door was bolted from the outside.

Is there any other way out?

Is there any way that he could've triggered it himself?

- From the inside? - No.

- Accidentally? - No.

You have to climb the external \adder to release the grain.

So, this was no accident.

Can you think of anyone that'd want your son dead Mr. Duncroft?

Ergot is used in certain erm,

unorthodox homeopathic compounds.

People pay silly money, we needed every penny we could get.

So, you didn't incinerate the ergot,

instead you were selling it illegally?

When Tom Larkton ended our contract,

Nathan must've just lost it.

He, he wanted to damage them

as much as they'd damaged us, he...

I know it was reckless, but...

he didn't want to kill anyone.

He was a good man.

A good son.

And he didn't deserve this.

Where's Ricky?

He's on his break. Why?

My keys went missing from my jacket.

I went home to check everything was okay,

found out I'd been broken into.

Well, it doesn't mean it was Ricky.

Stuffs been going missing ever since he arrived.

It's time to get real, Tom. He's taking you for a fool!

I will compensate you for everything that you've lost,

but please don't call the police.

Too late. They're on their way.

I'm not protecting him anymore. And neither should you!

Where have you been all afternoon?

Went for a walk.

You should tell me when you're going out.

I'm nearly forty years old.

Entitled to a life of my own.

The police are going door to door.

Asking questions. Looking for witnesses.

I wasn't even at the pub.

I know nothing about any of it.

It's not about that. Nathan Duncroft is dead.

What was taken?

Some cash.

And a box belonging to my grandfather.

There are other valuables in the house

so, I think they must've been disturbed.

What was in the box?

Erm, watches cuffiinks.

Anything distinctive about it?

His initials are on the top.

Any sign of forced entry.

No need, he stole my keys.

Ricky Naybury.

Professional thief, currently out on license.

Tom's his sponsor, won't hear a word against him.

But I reckon he's in all sorts of trouble.

I saw him arguing with Nathan Duncroft.

- When was this? - Yesterday afternoon.

Are you suggesting he's involved in Nathan's death somehow?

I'm just telling you what I saw.

Were there any other witnesses?

My apprentice, she was with him.

Clare Simkins. She's infatuated with Ricky.

Did she say what the argument was about?

She claims Nathan was accusing Ricky

of being a traitor for working for the Larktons.

But she'd say anything to protect him.

Nathan Duncroft wanted to damage

the Larkton's reputation, he didn't want to kill anyone.

So why would someone react in such a brutal and violent way?

Hm...

The farm's in the middle of nowhere

but there's direct access via a footpath

between the mill and the farm. The estates are adjoining.

Tom Larkton had motive,

Nathan Duncroft poisoned his wife.

See what you can find out about Larkton

and anyone else in the vicinity of the mill and Herons Farm.

Well, I've already looked into Ricky Naybury

who lives rent free in a cottage on the Larkton's estate.

Giving him direct access to Herons Farm.

According to Gabriel Arnson,

Ricky Naybury had an issue with Nathan Duncroft.

He has a history of offending. Robbery. Theft.

With a particular interest in jewellery.

It seems he made quite a career of it.

Did he now?

Can I help you?

I'm here for the Masterclass.

I booked Mill accommodation for two nights?

I couldn't risk being late, it's a long way from Chelsea.

It's Sophie, isn't it? I'm Chrissie Larkton.

It's great to meet you.

This place looks amazing on the vlog,

but it's even more beautiful in real life.

Tom and I are very lucky.

I don't suppose I could introduce myself

to him before the Masterclass?

He's a little busy at the moment.

I'll show you the cottage.

Anywhere to grab a bite to eat this evening?

The Highwayman Inn does basic pub grub.

Probably best not to mention you're staying here.

Erm, there's a few teething troubles with the villagers.

I saw the posters.

As long as I can get a G&T, I'll be happy.

And my lips are sealed.

A witness saw you and Nathan Duncroft arguing

the day before he died. What was it about?

Nathan fancied the girl I've been seeing.

- Clare Simkins? - That's right.

He wanted me to back off.

And I told him where to go.

She told Mr. Arnson a different story.

That Nathan Duncroft was accusing you

of being a traitor to the village

by working for the Larktons?

Yeah, that too.

But ifs hardly a reason to kill him, Is it?

Where were you between 2:00 and 3:00

yesterday afternoon, Mr. Naybury?

At home. With Clare.

Bit of...

afternoon delight.

Your cottage backs on to fields belonging to Herons Farm.

Did you see anyone in the area around that time'!

Yeah. Bobby Cignoni.

Maybe ifs him you should be talking to.

You have multiple convictions for theft, Mr. Naybury.

I'm a reformed character.

Can we show Mr. Naybury the pub car park footage, DS Winter?

[pensive music

Recognise the person in this film?

He seems to be wearing your cap.

Okay.

So, I lied about that...

erm...

but I don't regret it.

It seemed criminal lo waste all that food

when there were businesses in the village who could use it.

So, you see yourself as a modern day Robin Hood?

Yeah.

Why not?

How was I to know it were poisoned?

You'll just have to trust me, Inspector.

Had a call from our landlord about the lease renewal.

He told me they've been offered

a huge increase from another party.

So, when I pushed him on who it was.

- He told me Tom Larkton. - It's not a done deal yet, Den.

He said he'd give us his final decision in a couple of days.

We all know how this is going to end

if we don't act now.

It'll be your cafe next, Maria.

Oh, Santa Maria Madonna, no!

And then there's little Chrissie Larkton coming to me,

bold as brass, saying

"Oh, we just want to be your friend."

I knew it was a wicked lie.

Just like her amnesia back in the day.

Anything for a bit of drama that one.

The Larktons have stirred up the dark waters of Abbadon.

No one is safe.

Then there's Nathan. Word is, it's murder.

I wouldn't put it past Tom Larkton

wanting the farm as well.

You really think Tom Larktorfs got it in him?

That man would do anything to get what he wants.

Same again?

Footsteps approaching

I thought we were going out?

Well, V's been treating me all day

and I felt so guilty I offered to cook.

Or perhaps you didn't fancy eating marinated nettles?

Well, yeah, that might've had something to do with it.

I told Jamie to join us here.

Hurry up and change, darling!

Into what?

Don't look so worried.

Chinos, cashmere, loafers you'll be fine.

I don't own any of those.

Well, I need to take you to Milan, darling.

You're in desperate need of a makeover.

Hm.

How long is she staying?

Well, there's-there's really nothing to worry about.

Everything's sorted here, yeah.

Okay, great.

Okay, we'll talk then.

Who was that?

Jeff from the production company about the pilot.

They heard about what happened here last night.

How?

More poisonous posts on the vlog.

Last thing we need is the press to connect

what happened here with Nathan's death.

We have to do whatever we can to protect the brand.

Nathan was one of my oldest friends!

I didn't even get to say goodbye!

And all you seem to care about

is how it could damage the business.

Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be-

I can't do this now. I'm going to bed.

Your Masterclass guest called. She's cold.

Need someone to light the fire and everyone's gone home.

I'll go.

But can we talk when I'm back, please?

Chrissie?

Maybe tomorrow.

It's so lovely to meet an Englishman

that knows how to dress.

Poor Johnny here doesn't have a clue.

More wine?

So, how long have you lived in the States?

Oh, longer than I'd care to admit.

Currently in the most amazing house on Malibu beach.

Courtesy of a very bitter ex-husband.

- Guests are always welcome. - I might take you up on that.

Never been to California.

So how long are you here for?

A week. Possibly longer.

You can stay as long as you like.

It's the very \east we can do.

How come?

Well, when my Aunt in Sydney was dying,

I was desperate to be with her, but I couldn't find a flight.

V found out and pulled a few strings

and 24 hours later I was there. Holding her hand.

Stop! It's only money, darling.

You've always been unbelievably generous.

I mean, the spa today.

Masterclass with Tom Larkton tomorrow.

Even though you've never shown the slightest

interest in baking.

Yes, but Tom Larkton is a pioneer

in the organic baking world.

And, he's very good looking.

Our current investigation has connections to Larkton's Mill.

You might want to make alternative plans.

Nonsense.

Makes it all the more exciting.

I'm very good at snooping, Johnny.

In fact...

we could be your eyes and ears on the ground.

I can liaise with Jamie

if there are any gory developments.

If he'll give me his number?

Hello, Tom.

Lara?

What're you doing here?

You weren't answering my calls.

So, I reinvented myself as Sophie

and booked into your class.

And now all you have to do is make it worth my while.

I told you, this is over.

And as I've told you many times

I always get what I want.

Chrissie.

Chrissie, Chrissie.

Chrissie, Chrissie.

Chrissie. Chrissie.

Chrissie.

Chrissie.

Chrissie.

Thought you might need this after last night.

Vanessa took quite a shine to you.

Well, I've always fancied being a kept man.

So did all her other conquests

now carelessly discarded around the globe.

I'd stick to policing if I were you. Any updates?

Yes. Erm, Bobby Cignoni has agreed to meet me this morning.

And Tech traced the author of the pesticides post.

Denise Bantrig.

It turns out she's Vice Chair of the Parish Council.

Tom? Where were you last night?

I tried to find you.

Well, what you said, about me not caring

that, that really got to me.

I just er, ended up walking for hours.

I was so scared.

What happened?

The face at the window. It came back.

But this time there was blood on my hands.

None of this is real Chrissie, okay?

The doctor says it will pass. Come here.

It's so wonderful 10 see such a happy couple

after so many years of marriage.

I hope Tom managed to light your fire last night?

Oh yes, burnt brightly for hours.

I haven't slept that well in years. Great bed.

I'd better get organised. The class won't run itself.

Can I get you a coffee while you wait?

That would be great, Chrissie. Thank you.

Hello! And welcome to today's Baking Masterclass.

Organic sourdough for beginners.

And, of course, welcome to everyone joining us online.

Now this unappetising looking goop...

He's even better looking in real life.

I thought it was his eco credentials

that you were interested in?

Well, yes, that

and his perfectly sculptured arms.

I can't wait to see him kneading dough, darling.

Oniine trolling is a criminal of fence, Mrs Bantrig.

How did you know it was me?

Our team traced it to this location

and discovered you are on the Parish Council.

You abused your position to bring down the Larktons.

But your actions had far more serious consequences

at Herons Farm.

I was so angry.

- I didn't think it through. - Angry about what?

The Larktons plans to put us all out of business.

Someone had to do something.

But you've known Chrissie Larkton all her life.

Knew her parents. How did things go so badly wrong'?

John and Flora were such good people.

Her accident devastated this village.

Flora lost her footing when the river was in spate.

She got crushed between the wall and the mill wheel.

Chrissie claims she nearly drowned trying to save her.

Got that traumatised, she blocked it out.

Doctors gave it some fancy name.

- Dissociative amnesia? - That's the one.

But I reckon she just couldn't face the truth of it.

That she failed to save her mother's life.

You must be a very skilled baker to win all these prizes?

Yeah, I suppose I am.

Expert enough to bake the cake that was sent

to Chrissie Larkton telling her she was cursed?

I was desperate, Inspector.

I wanted them to feel as scared as we do.

- But I went too far. - What do you mean?

Nathan might still be alive if I hadn't exposed him like that.

None of this was his fault.

The Duncrofts were struggling like the rest of us.

I'd see Nathan every afternoon

trying to stay on top of everything.

He was at the end of his tether.

Every afternoon? Why?

I rem one of their fields. I keep a couple of horses.

Did you see him the afternoon he died?

Yeah. But he didn't have time to talk.

He seemed very angry about something.

- And did you see anyone else? - Bobby Cignoni.

In the woods, just beyond the footpath.

But when he realised I'd seen him, he vanished.

Hello?

[pensive music

The, er, the bread's on the side.

I couldn't get as much as usual. Too many prying eyes.

I can't pay you today, Ricky. I'm sorry.

No worries. You better shift that.

I'll, er, add it to your tab.

DS Winter. Causton police.

Your son agreed to meet me here.

I'm not his keeper. He's 40 years old.

As he keeps telling me.

Do you know where he was yesterday afternoon?

Here. Until about 2ish. He likes to walk.

Where? I have no idea. He tells me nothing.

- Oh, you support the protest? - Why wouldn't I?

I'm a proud Italian. We don't go down without a fight.

And the Larktons will be defeated

by the curse in the end.

Just like everybody else who lived in that dreadful place.

Changing the name won't help them.

What do you mean?

It was always known as Abbadon mill.

From the book of Revelation. A place of destruction.

The underworld of lost souls.

My son drowned there.

Bobby's younger brother, my wonderful Michael!

Bobby was supposed to look after him.

- But he didn't. - But it was an accident?

An accident that would never have happened

if Bobby hadn't left my poor Michael all alone.

So, I'll tilt the bowl,

You can see we're just going

to wet our fingers a little bit,

we're going to grab from the edge of the bowl, stretch.

Look at those biceps flex, darling.

Concentrate. Or you'll get us both in trouble.

This is going to give our loaf

much more structure and height.

Well, there's nothing I'd like more.

Er, Tom, darling'! I'm not sure I'm doing this right.

Maybe if you put your hands over mine I'd get the idea.

Well, you could just watch Sarah. She's doing it perfectly.

- Well done, Sarah. - Thank you.

What about me, Tom? How's my technique?

Oh, I think you might have a rival.

So why is Bobby Cignoni avoiding us?

Well, his mother confirmed that he wasn't at home

at the time of the murder.

Denise Bantrig claims she saw him

in the woods near the farm.

When he realised he'd been seen, he disappeared.

Mrs. Cignoni said that the mill had always been known

as Abbadon which, according to the Bible,

means Place of Destruction, Realm of The Dead.

She believes that ifs cursed and that no one

that lives there can ever escape it.

Maybe this case needs a paranormal investigator

rather than a detective?

It could be a new career for you, sir.

Okay, we've all got our loaves out.

Let's take a look.

Mine's a disaster, darling. Hasn't risen at all.

L-I think I need some private lessons.

Well, practice makes perfect.

And don't get discouraged, it can take years

to master sourdough.

Sarah's bake, however, is perfection.

Let's take a look inside.

We've got this lovely dark, crisp crust...

and inside, yeah, is a tender, open crumb.

That's beautiful. I have to say I'm very impressed, Sarah.

It's only bread.

Congratulations to everybody. You all did amazingly.

But, this week, the star pupil is Sarah Barnaby!

Come and get your trophy, Sarah.

You're always suited to more basic tasks.

And if you fancy a change of career, you just let me know.

Thank you.

Thanks for watching.

And if you've baked along with us,

please upload a picture of what you've made 10 our website

for a chance to win a signed copy of my new book.

That's available for pre-order now.

Obviously, you can follow us on socials.

V, what is going on?

You were right, darling, the artisan life

really isn't for me. Or my nails.

I'm ready to leave if you are.

Actually, I think I'm in need of a treat

after all that hard lab our.

I'm thinking of checking into this

rather delicious looking spa hotel.

- But we've got all your luggage. - Oh, that's okay, darling.

I'll send a cab to get it.

You and Johnny can have a date night.

Right, book now.

Done.

Ciao!

Well, where are you going now?

I'm going to ask Tom what he thinks of the hotel restaurant.

And maybe I could persuade him to join me.

Last night, that was a one off.

You don't call the shots, Tom' I do.

When we first met, I was a successful journalist

who agreed to build your career. You were nothing.

I know and I appreciate that.

And now I've served my purpose you want me gone?

I don't take kindly to being used.

Lara...

I recorded some interesting things in the pub last night.

How much people in the village hate you.

How they believe you're connected

to the murder at the farm.

That's ridiculous.

Is it?

Word is, ifs a murder!

You really think Tom Larkton's got it in him?

That man would do anything to get what he wants.

True or not, make a great story.

I could sell it to anyone.

Oh, sorry to interrupt.

- Erm, Tom, quick question. - How can I help?

Oh, over here, darling.

We have to be very, very careful.

- They might hear us. - Who are they?

Uh, Tom Larkton and his friend Sophie or is it Lara?

That's why I called you.

Now, clearly, she's some sort of double agent.

Claims the villagers all think that Tom's the murderer.

And if he doesn't do what she wants,

she'll shop him to the press.

And what does she want him to do?

Well, I'm not a 100% sure.

But I get the impression, that they're more than just friends.

Sir. Yeah, I'm, erm, ten minutes away.

- Yeah, leaving now. - Do you have to go, darling?

Surely my information deserves some sort of reward?

I'll, erm, I'll call you. I'll-I'll call you.

Okay.

Bobby?

Bobby?

Suspenseful music

Bobby.

Um...

Nathan was my friend.

Nathan was my friend and my lover.

But we had to be discreet.

Erm, we had a shepherds hut deep in the woods.

I was waiting for Nathan when I saw Denise watching me.

I went straight to the hut but Nathan never arrived.

And today?

I was clearing away all our things.

In case anyone found them.

Why all the cloak and dagger?

My mother's disappointed enough in me already.

Holds me responsible for my brother's death.

Nathan felt his clad would have struggled to accept it.

It just seemed easier.

Did you know what Nathan was planning?

The ergot wasn't his idea.

It was mine.

I was just so angry with the Larkions,

what they'd done to him.

I wanted them to feel his pain

so I planted the seeds at the mill.

Nathan knew nothing about it.

And when you were waiting for Nathan,

did you see anyone else?

No.

But if I'd stayed...

I could've saved him.

I'll never forgive myself.

So, Vanessa's call wasn't a ploy to get you

to drive her to her hotel?

She actually had some potentially useful information.

One of the Masterclass attendees, Sophie Rendle,

is a London journalist called Lara Milton.

And Tom Larkton is aware of her real identity.

- How? - Well, Vanessa didn't know.

Lara Milton said she had witnessed locals

accusing him of being our killer.

And was threatening to expose him to the press.

If he doesn't do what? And why the alias?

I'll do some more digging.

So... what's your decision?

I've been lying 10 myself. I love you, Lara.

I'm not sure you could love anyone,

but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.

But we'll have to take it slow.

Just because I can't afford a scandal right now.

Just don't keep me waiting too long.

Oh, who's been a naughty boy then, eh?

What would Chrissie say?

And the press.

They'd have an absolute field day.

Ricky, I gave you a chance.

I lied for you when the police showed me the CCTV.

I had your back when no one else did.

And I'll have yours. But it'll cost you.

What did you find out about Michael Cignoni's death?

He drowned at the mill. 20 years ago.

Blood matching his was found on a rock near the edge.

It was assumed that he slipped and hit his head.

He couldn't swim and there were

high levels of alcohol in his Mood.

His mother never recovered.

[phone chimes

[police chatter over radio

It seems like the curse has struck again, sir.

Time of death between 11 p.m. and 2 a.m.

No phone. No wallet.

- Who called it in? - Gabriel Arnson.

But it was Clare Simkins who was first at the scene.

She found him dead here at the bottom of the stairs.

But on initial examination I'd say he died

from a severe crush injury.

So, the fall down the stairs was staged?

According to his injuries.

Something extremely heavy dropped on him from above.

Like a sack of grain?

My thoughts precisely.

There's evidence of blood in the area

directly beneath the trap doors.

But not a trace of the sack.

Whoever did this, tried to cover their tracks.

So, what was he doing here at that time of night'?

Had he arrange to meet someone and if so why?

We need to talk to Clare Simkins.

Ricky wasn't a saint. I knew that but...

He didn't deserve this.

When was the last time you saw him?

Erm, yesterday afternoon when I left work.

Erm, told me he had things to do.

Said I should wait for him at home.

He never arrived.

I started getting worried.

And what did you do?

I, erm... I came back here.

I couldn't find him anywhere.

Did you see anyone else?

Only Tom. Erm, in the lane.

Must've been about 9:30.

When you arrived for work this morning,

did you notice anything unusual?

Erm... the door was unlocked.

The mill's always locked overnight.

Ricky was seen arguing with Nathan Duncroft

the day before his murder and said that it was about you.

Ne, em...“ was about Ms.

When we passed Nathan on the path, erm...

he said he recognised it.

Claimed that it belonged to his late mother.

They'd had a break-in and Nathan

said that it must've been Ricky.

He wouldn't do that.

He bought this necklace for me.

He said so. He-..he loved me.

We'll get someone to drive you home.

Who else has a key to the mill'? Apart from you?

Er, the Larktons. Clare. That's it.

You were no friend of Ricky Naybury's, Mr. Amson,

you said he broke into your cottage two days ago.

I just wanted him to return my Grandfather's box.

I knew he had it.

Tom wouldn't listen, didn't want to know the truth.

- What do you mean? - Tom had a rough start in life.

Got himself into trouble.

A mentor turned his life around and he wanted to do

the same thing for Ricky. But he wasn't interested in reform.

And why not tell us this before?

Tom's my friend, I knew he didn't want

people knowing about his past.

Where were you between 11 and 2 a.m., Mr. Arnson?

In bed, like every other night. Millers have an early start.

Suspenseful music

Gabriel Arnson has no alibi, knows the workings

of the mill and has access.

As do the Larktons.

But Tom Larkion worked hard to protect

his protégé, so why kill him?

Well, according to Gabriel Arnson,

Ricky consistently betrayed Tom's trust.

Maybe he found out?

Let's do a deeper dive into Tom Larkton,

see if we're missing anything.

Everything alright, Den?

The landlord's agreed to sign the lease over to Tom Larkton.

Three months and we're out of here.

If you'd done something when I'd asked you to!

I'm sorry, Den.

Well, at least Ricky Naybury's dead,

that got you off the hook. Unless you killed him.

But even you wouldn't be that stupid.

I'll put things right, Den.

- I promise you. - It's too late for that now.

I know what it's like to be abandoned, for nobody to believe

in you and that is why I wanted to give Ricky a second chance.

According to Gabriel Arnson, he betrayed your trust.

- On several occasions. - I have no proof of that.

Where were you yesterday evening?

I was at home. We, we both were.

Clare Simkins said that she saw you in the lane.

Sometime between 9:30 and 10:00.

She can't have done. We had dinner at 9:00.

Went to bed around 10:30.

Slept through until we heard Clare's screams.

Well, thank you for your time.

If you remember anything else,

please let us know.

But you weren't at home, were you, Torn?

Where were you?

Clare Simkins seemed pretty sure that she'd seen Tom Larkton.

Which means Chrissie Larkton

just lied to protect her husband.

We've got officers searching Ricky Naybury's cottage now,

that might throw up some answers.

But first let's see what Lara Milton

has to say for herself.

Find out why she's here under a false name.

I'd been commissioned to do a piece on the mill.

Thought I'd get a more realistic impression

if I went undercover.

So, you're saying that the Larktons

had no idea who you were?

Wouldn't be much point if they did, would there?

We know that's not the case, Miss Milton.

A witness saw you with Tom Larkton,

said it was clear you had a shared history of some kind.

Okay, so we were on the same circuit back in the day.

Vague acquaintances at best.

But if my editor knew that she'd have put

someone else on the piece.

Can anyone confirm your whereabouts last night'?

I was here. Alone.

Did you see or hear anything unusual?

Actually, there was something.

When I went to close my bedroom curtains

the exterior fight had been triggered.

- What time was this? - Around 1 a.m.

I thought it was a fox but then I saw what looked like

a mobile phone being hurled into the pond.

I could see the light on the screen.

- Did you see who threw it? - Afraid not.

Sorry I can't be more helpful.

- Anything? - Not yet, sir.

Okay, thanks.

We've got divers on their way to the mill.

Hopefully they'll find that phone.

Sir!

Maybe Gabriel Arnson was right about Ricky Naybury all along.

The last hme I shut the mill was the day your father died.

It broke my heart.

But this isn't the end, I said the same thing to Torn.

Maybe it should be.

I thought Tom was like dad, full of love and passion

for this place, like you are.

But everything he said about wanting to be

part of this community was a lie.

What do you mean?

Denise claims they're being forced out of their tenancy

at the pub that Tom made their landlord

an offer he can't refuse. That this is just the beginning.

- How could he do that? - I-I had no idea.

Neither did I.

He's betrayed me as much as he's betrayed them.

He's humiliated me in from of the whole village.

He must've known how unhappy this would make me.

But I don't think he cares anymore.

You deserve to be happy, Chrissie.

Ricky Naybury told us nothing but lies.

But what connects his death to Nathan Duncroft's?

The Larktons.

I ordered an advanced search on Tom Larkton.

It turns out he was a serial offender in his youth,

but unlike Ricky Naybury, his crimes

involved impulsive acts of violence.

He's kept that well-hidden.

But he didn't kill anyone and all of his crimes

were committed under the age of 18,

so they don't show up on his record.

A sponsor gave him a second chance at a bakery

and he managed to turn his life around.

But maybe the demon still lurks within.

Ah, they've found a mobile device in the pond.

No email or text data

but they have managed to pull a few images.

- Anything interesting? - Yes, this one.

A silver necklace with a pendant like a horn.

They've found a similar one on

an Italian jewellery website.

It's called a Cornicello, an Italian horn.

Used mainly in the South of Italy as a talisman

or an amulet in the protection against evil.

The image was taken

the day after Gabriel Arnson's house was broken into.

Does it belong to him?

Not sure. But bear with me.

There. Look at this picture of Maria Cignoni.

The one she's wearing looks remarkably similar.

We were told the police were finished here.

Yeah, we are, for now.

I just wondered if you recognise this, Mr. Arnson?

Should I?

It's an image from Ricky's phone.

It was taken in his cottage not long after you were burgled.

Well, as I say, Ricky was very light fingered,

loved jewellery, but this wasn't in my grandfather's box.

It could've come from anywhere.

- Are you okay, Chrissie? - Got a migraine.

Need to lie down.

Uh. Sorry I can't be more helpful.

Oh!

It was just a joke.

- Who were you expecting? - No-one!

Sorry, just bit on edge.

I'm heading back to London till this all dies down.

But not for long. Unless you've changed your mind?

No, course not. Just need a bit more time.

So, you're using poor gullible Chrissie

like you were using me?

Fortunately for you, I find your ruthlessness very attractive.

I'll call you. And if you don't pick up, I'll call Chrissie.

So how can I help you?

That necklace you're wearing...

My corno? What about it?

It's very similar to this one.

Miodio. Non oi credo. Where did you get this?

- You recognise it? - It's Michael's.

I gave it to him for his 16th birthday.

One with a crown because he was my prince.

Was he wearing it when his body was found?

No, we assumed it had been lost

to the darkest depths of that terrible place.

It was supposed to protect him from evil, lspettore.

But it didn't.

Tom! Where are you? I thought you'd be home.

We need to talk.

Silas'! Silas!

[Suit dramatic music]

No!

Some-somebody. Gabriel!

Somebody! Gabriel!

Tom!

No!

Gabriel! Somebody! Help!

I'm almost there, sir.

I'd only just left when Chrissie Larkton called me.

I don't know what to do!

Is there any way to turn the turbine off?

I've tried closing the sluice gate but ifs stuck fast.

I think it's been sabotaged.

Tom.

Stay with me, Tom!

Untie the knot!

Please hurry!

Tom!

Come on!

You've got get the knot!

I'm trying!

Come on!

Tom!

Please! Please! No!

I got it! Got it!

Thank god!

It's alright.

Well done, Winter. Just as well you got here first and not me.

Do you think he's going to be okay?

He's alive, but they're not giving anything away.

Now they're taking him to Causton General.

Michael!

I'm here for you, Chrissie. No matter what.

Mrs. Larkton!

I'll follow you to the hospital.

Er, I'd rather go alone.

I'll call you.

Did Maria Cignoni know about the amulet?

She's convinced it's her son, Michael's.

He died 20 years ago. How did Ricky get hold of it?

Hmm, if only we could ask him.

Push Tech to see if they can retrieve any other pictures.

Er, I don't know if this is relevant,

but I thought I saw Silas Bantrig running away

from the mill not long before Tom was found.

Thank you, Mr Arnson.

I passed him on the road.

We know how much he resented Tom Larkton.

- We need to find him. - No need, sir.

He's called the station. He's waiting for us at the pub.

I promised my wife I'd do something about Tom Larkton.

Are you saying you were involved in what happened, Mr. Bantrig?

- No! I'm not a violent man. - Then what?

I decided to poison the water supply,

divert the slurry from Herons Farm to the mill pond.

My father used to work there, I knew how the pipes ran.

It would ruin the water course for months, years maybe.

But you didn't. Why?

I was going to open the valve when I saw Tom

about to be dragged into the water.

Why didn't you call for help?

I thought he was already dead.

And as I was one of the enemy, I knew I'd be a suspect.

So, I ran.

Like the coward my wife says I've been all my life.

Sir, Tech have retrieved another image.

Gabriel's grandfather's open box with all the items

that he said were stolen.

This image includes the missing Cornicello,

the item that Gabriel Arnson said he'd never seen before.

Which suggests that it was in Gabriel's grandfathers box

when it was stolen.

If it was Michael Cignonis, what was Gabriel doing with it?

And why did he say he'd never seen it before?

I'm not sure Michael Cignoni's death was an accident.

Mr. Arnson?

Doesn't strike me as the sort of person

to leave his door unlocked.

Must have left in a hurry

when he got Chrissids call about Tom.

Mr. Arnson! Mr. Arnson!

A picture of young Chrissie Larkton.

- That's a bit odd, isn't it? - Hmm?

Indeed it is.

This ribbon in her hair...

What about it, sir?

It's the same as that one.

It's a shrine to Chrissie Larkton.

You can't enter my house without a warrant.

You left the door open, Mr. Arnson.

- We were concerned. - No need. You can go now.

- Where did you get this? - I found it washed up.

You told DS Winter you'd never seen it?

- Mrs. Larkton? - Chrissie!

Mrs. Larkton!

Chrissie

It was him. He's to blame for all of it.

Why are you telling us this now?

- Because I didn't remember. - Why didn't you remember?

Because your hallucinations were never illusions, were they?

They were recovered memories.

You consumed rolls baked with ergot,

a fungus with properties that can affect

the way we process memory.

You experienced amnesia after the tragic death of your mother

and the same thing happened after you saw

Michael Cignoni drown.

Didn't it, Mr. Arnson?

Everything I did was to protect you.

Can you tell us exactly what you remember, Mrs. Larkton?

Michael ..Cignoni had been pursuing me for months.

I kept saying no, but he was never going to give up.

Hts... mother thought he was the perfect son but that was Bobby.

Michael was sadistic, predatory.

The day it happened, I remember I was walking back

from the village and erm, I heard someone behind me, um...

Chrissie!

I turned around and saw Michael.

I tried to fight him off but he was so strong.

Then Gabriel appeared out of nowhere.

He pulled him off in a rage and Michael lost his balance.

He must have hit his head on a rock.

There was so much Mood!

Erm, I-I-I hated Michael with all my heart,

but I would never have let him drown!

I almost managed to grab his arm

but Gabriel pulled me away.

Said it was divine justice.

Michael!

And... when I turned back he was gone.

What happened then?

When Chrissie saw the blood on the rook she went out cold.

And when she came round it was as though it had never happened.

I told her I'd found her passed out in the woods.

And she believed me.

Because you knew all about her trauma related amnesia

and took a chance that her memory

of Michael's drowning would also remain locked away.

The truth would've ruined her life.

She needed my protection.

And you needed hers.

And you had it until the ergot triggered the unlocking process.

So why kill Nathan Duncroft?

He poisoned her with ergot, she could've died.

I couldn't let that recklessness go unpunished.

I walked the back route to the farm.

Didn't have a plan, but when I saw Nathan enter the silo

alone, well, (knew it was the perfect opportunity.

But it wasn't Nathan Duncroft that planted the ergot.

It was Bobby Cignoni.

Nathan died an innocent man.

And when Ricky found the amulet in your grandfather's box,

he connected you to Michael's death.

He recognised it from Michael's photograph.

Said he'd expose me to the police if I didn't pay up.

I told him I was gonna leave the first payment

in a sack of flour.

Then all I had to do was wait.

You had to find the amulet to cover your tracks.

- Where was it? - It was in his pocket.

I knew he wouldn't let it out of his sight.

What made you turn on Tom Larkton?

He was having an affair with a woman

who called herself Sophie. Real name Lara Milton.

He'd been cheating on you for years,

using you like he used everyone.

So, you had to protect her from him too'?

I always believed that one day

Chrissie and I would run the mill together.

So, you decided to eliminate your competition.

He'd publicly humiliated her, betrayed her, lied lo her.

He deserved to die.

You did all of this because you believed I could love you?

All I wanted to do was to protect you and the mill.

Just like your father would've done.

You're nothing like my father.

Hello. Hello fella, hello.

You're back early. Everything okay?

I'll tell you when I've had a cold beer.

It's been an interesting day.

Oh?

Surprise!

Hi, V!

Oh, er, yeah, er, come in.

Major boiler issues at the spa, darling.

No sauna, no Jacuzzi, it's an absolute nightmare.

I can imagine.

So, get your glad rags on, because I'm taking you

somewhere terribly, terribly expensive.

Oh look, V, that would've been lovely

but we're picking up Betty from my mum's

and I promised her we'd stay for dinner.

Oh. poor you!

Right, well, it'll have to be plan B.

A rather fabulous looking boutique hotel by the river.

I wonder if Jamie's free?

We've been messaging each other, you know? Mmm.

Ah, my taxi's still here, sol must dash.

Going to love you and leave you.

Au revoir, but not goodbye.

Bye.

Goodbye!

I thought Betty was at your mother's for one more night?

Yeah, she is, Johnny!