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Two turtle doves and
a partridge in a pear tree

On the third day
of Christmas

My true love gave to me

Three French hens,
two turtle doves

Man: Ow! Get out of it!

Oi, you! Sit down --

On the fourth day
of Christmas

My true love gave to me

Four calling birds

Three French hens

Two turtle doves

And a partridge
in a pear tree

Hello, darling! Hello.

I've called the police!

Linda.

Get out.

Get out of here.

One morning in the month of
June down by a rolling river

A weary traveller chanced to
stay and he beheld his lover

Her cheeks were red,
her eyes were brown

Her hair in ringlets
hanging down

She'd a lovely face
without a frown

Just as the tide was flowing

Can you hear that?

-No.
-Exactly.

I've been cooking over an hour

and not once
have I set the smoke alarm off.

I'm proud of you.
What have you put on them?

Nutmeg.
It's a James Oliver recipe.

I think he probably meant
a sprinkle.

Too much nutmeg sends you
doolally.

Really?

When I was little I made a cake

and put three tablespoons
in instead of teaspoons.

Nan swore she could see
Bruce Forsyth licking the sugar

off her mince pies.

That's an image that may
stay with me for some time.

-Ready for the big switch on?
-Can't wait.

-Ha-ha-ha!
-Ah!

Oh, you don't think it's too
much, do you?

No, I love it.

It's our first foster placement
at Christmas.

Just want everything
to be perfect.

It is.

And what's more Christmassy
than fairy lights,

sausage rolls and, er--

forgetting to turn the oven off.

Anne: And what about
Beth and Aaron?

-Are they still in Dubai?
-Yes, yes.

Not sure they'll move
back any time soon,

at least not until
the kids have finished school.

I suppose you get used to
the weather.

Will they come back
at Christmas, though?

Doubt it.

No, I'm expecting rather
a quiet one this year.

Mm.

And how are you?

Oh, you know.

It's a clich�,

but the first twelve months
really are the hardest.

Hmm.

You know, I'm always here
for a chat, Bob, you know that.

Thank you.

What?

This is gonna sound ridiculous,
but, erm --

after you lost Anthony...

did you ever...

see him?

Why am I so nervous?

Well, I suppose it's
our first teenager.

Teenager, yes, gosh.

I must remember,
don't try to be too cool.

Never had
that problem before?

Er -- I have been cool,
thank you.

There was a short period
in the mid '90s.

God.

Hi, hi, hi. Sorry I'm late.
I'm having one of those days.

This is Jaiden.

-Hi, Jaiden.
-Hello, mate.

Jaiden, this is
Humphrey and Martha.

Hmm.

Humphrey and Martha?

Have you got Wi-Fi?

Oh, yes.

Yeah, it's, erm, it's
"Waterside."

Er, the --
the password is Selwyn --

S-E-L-W-Y-N-1-2-3.

-Cheers.
-You're welcome.

He's a lovely kid.

He might just take a while
to warm up.

Sorry I haven't got
the paperwork and info.

The girls in the office
are sorting that,

'cos I have to be
in court in --

an hour.

We'll be fine.

Well, the sooner I get out
your way,

the sooner you can
all get to know each other.

Any problems,
you know where I am. Okay?

-Okay?
-Erm, do you wanna take his bag?

Oh, y-yes.
Erm --

Shall we go inside?

Get out.

Get out of here.

It's not you!

It isn't you!

Deck the halls with
boughs of holly

Fa la la la la, la la la la
'Tis the season to be jolly

Fa la la la la, la la la la

Don we now our gay apparel

Fa la la la la, la la la la

Troll the
ancient Yuletide carol

Fa la la la la, la la la la

Morning.
Got you a chocolate croissant.

Thank you.

Kelby: What you doing?

Did you see it?

Er, Santa Claus dropping
his trousers?

It's hilarious!

Right.

I hope this isn't my
Christmas present.

No. We're doing Secret Santa
this year, remember?

Aye. You got me something
nice, then?

Well, I got you a little,
erm...

Hang on a minute.

How'd you know I'm buying
for you?

Remember those little notes
we all got,

telling who was paired with who?

Yeah.

Who do you think sent them?

It's not very secret, is it?

Perk of the job.

Well, I've only got one present
left to buy.

Mum wants an epilator --
whatever that is.

Oh! You have to stop by
the church.

-They've had a break-in.
-When?

Well, they discovered it
this morning,

but it could have been
any time this week.

I think I'll head over now,
before I get settled in.

Oh yeah, that's quite cool.

I think they're
actually attached to his head.

We could have them
surgically removed.

Ah, he's fine.
Just let him settle in.

Besides, it's good
he's got friends he can talk to.

Yes.

I feel bad, though,
having to go to work.

Sounds cool.

But I can change my work hours,
you can't.

That's why I'm primary carer.

I still feel bad about
not helping out more.

Well, the idea is, this feels
like a normal home for him,

and in a normal home,
someone goes to work every day.

-Yep, you're right.
-I'm always right.

-I thought we established that.
-Did we?

We did.
I'll get the car keys.

Morning, Anne.

How's life aboard?

Very cosy, thanks.

Could I ask for some advice?

Oh, if it's what
to get Martha for Christmas,

then I am no good to you,
I'm afraid.

I haven't the foggiest.

It's a bit trickier than that.

It's my friend Bob Holland.
I'm worried about him.

He lost his wife
earlier in the year.

Well -- he says he's
been seeing her.

In the house.

-Like a ghost?
-Yes.

The thing is,
he's really not like that.

He's the last person I'd expect

to hear something
like this from.

Well, erm, grief affects people
in different ways.

Perhaps he should go
and have a chat with his doctor.

Well, I-I said that to him
yesterday.

But -- but it happened again
last night.

And this time,
there's something else.

Writing on a mirror.

-Hi.
-Hi.

So, Humphrey's gone to work,

but I've got the day off,

so I thought
we could do something.

What about bowling?

There's a new bowling place
in the retail park.

-It's been a while but --
-No, thanks.

Oh, okay.

Anything else?
Cinema?

I'm just quite happy
staying here, if that's okay.

Yeah, course it is.

It had a padlock on it,

which was a bit ancient,
to be fair.

Not sure it would
have put up much resistance.

So, do you know what was taken?

As far as I can see,
just the Virgin Mary.

Or she would have been,
once we'd got her frock on.

The nativity scene?

Oh, right.

Yeah, it's weird, I know,

but our wonderful volunteers put
it together a few years ago,

and it holds a very dear place
in their hearts.

Kelby: Erm, any CCTV?

Not on my watch.

And what are these?

Clothes donations.

We're doing a collection
to ship overseas.

Erm, only put the practical
stuff in the shipping pile.

Everything else
can go to the charity shop.

Yeah, 'course.

And, er, who would know
what's in the cupboard?

Me, church volunteers,
big fella.

Right. No one else?

Isn't that enough?

Volunteer: Watch out!

So when did we become
Mulder and Scully?

We're not here to investigate
an actual ghost, Sergeant.

I just said we'd pop
in as a favour to Anne,

that's all.

It'll only take us five minutes.

Esther: To do what?

Listen to him.

Tell us how he saw a ghost?

Yes.

Although -- there was an unusual
physical manifestation.

Words apparently written
on a mirror.

See? You do this every time.

Do what?

-Get involved.
-Yes.

Mr. Holland.
Morning.

It's good of you to come.

I'm sure you've got
far more important things to do.

Well, usually these things have
some form of explanation.

Anne thought we should
at least take a look,

put your mind at rest.

She says you saw your wife
on two consecutive nights?

Yes. Er...

The, er, the first time was
in the rose garden

at the side of the house.

Er, the second time --

-here.
-And, erm, did she speak?

She looked at me and said,
"Get out.

Get out of here."

That's all?

I'm not sure I can explain
what I saw,

but it was Linda.

I saw her as clearly
as I see you now.

A ghost?

No. Yes.
How the hell do I know?

I'm not an idiot, Inspector.

I'm not delusional,
given to flights of fancy.

I'm not on medication.

Nor was I drunk.

I saw what I saw.

Yet, your wife is deceased.

Yes. Yes, she is.

I lost her --

it's eleven months ago tomorrow.

I held her hand as she passed,

said my goodbyes.

Nine days later, holding our
children as tightly as I could,

we buried her.

Yet, I saw her last night.

So you may take
that particular square peg

and force it into a round hole
any way you choose.

Yes.

Anne also said something
about a mirror.

It looked like wax.
It was gone by this morning,

but the word "leave"
was smeared on the glass.

A recurring theme.

You think your wife was trying
to warn you about something?

I don't know.

But if she was, have you
any idea what it might concern?

The only thing I can think of
is this place.

Oh?

Yes, I decided to sell up,

give the kids their inheritance,

buy somewhere smaller,
go travelling.

And is that still the plan?

Well, that's rather the point.

The kids talked me out of it.

This is the home
they grew up in.

It's full of memories.

Neither of them
thought I should part with it,

so I decided to stay.

-Woman: Dad?
-Oh, hi, sweetheart.

Hello.

This is, er, Fiona, my youngest.

I thought you weren't getting
the estate agents back.

-No --
-Actually we're police officers.

-DI Goodman, DS Williams.
-Anne asked them to stop by.

You think someone's
behind all this?

We don't think anything yet.

Right, well, we'll, um --
we'll leave you to it, Bob.

Yes, but please get in touch if
anything else, you know, occurs.

Yes, well, we'll see ourselves
out, thank you.

- Estate agents?
- Yes.

Do you believe him?

I absolutely believe that he
believes he saw his wife, yes.

Yet the only way that's possible
is if she's a ghost.

-Is it?
-She's dead.

Yes, there is that.

But then I'm sure that was
a trace of wax

I found on the mirror,

so if that part is real...

Inspector Goodman? DS Williams?

Look -- I don't know
what's going on,

but if somebody is trying
to get at my dad

about not selling the house,

then I think I might know
who it is.

I mean, 4K, razor-sharp images,
even from this distance.

-Marcus Dhillon?
-Looks good.

DS Williams, DI Goodman.

Hello.

Can we have a quick word?

Er, of course.

Er, so sorry,
I'll be back in a minute.

I'll just leave you
with the lovely Donna.

Take it you're
not Christmas shopping, then?

Unfortunately not.

We'd like to talk to you
about Bob Holland.

We understand from his daughter

that you've been looking
to buy a house from him.

That bloke should be locked up.

Er, because he pulled out
from the sale?

Yeah. He pulled out on the
morning we were due to exchange.

We lost our buyers, lost
all the money on the surveys,

and half our stuff was
in storage.

His daughter thinks someone
might be trying to harass him,

make him put the house back
on the market.

By that you mean me, I suppose.

You tell us.

Well, I ain't been
anywhere near him.

Not that anyone would blame me
if I had.

The bloke stitched me up!

Well, come on then. What
was I supposed to have done?

Did you know Mr. Holland's wife?

No, never met her.

And where were you
on the two previous nights

between 8:00pm and midnight?

I was here.

You know, it's Christmas,
and I was working late.

Oh, good.

Then I assume you have
the CCTV from the shop

that can substantiate that?

It's a lot of trouble to go to,

just to convince someone
to sell you their house.

Well, he seems to be
the only one

who stands to gain
from Bob Holland selling up.

There's his kids.
What's their house worth?

Over a million?
That's a lot of money.

But they're the ones who talked
him out of selling, remember?

Okay. Then maybe it was no-one.

A husband, still grieving
for his dead wife,

hits a bottle of Scotch,
gets off his face

and thinks he sees her
in the garden.

-That works for me.
-Yes.

-But?
-I don't know.

There's just something
that doesn't feel quite right.

Let's go
talk to his daughter again.

Come along.

Hello?

Thought you might like
something.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

What are you doing now?

Well, actually, I
was going to suggest we go over

and see Mum, say hello.

She's literally over there.

Not 'til tomorrow or something.

Sorry?

-You still there?
-Oh, right.

So you're not actually
talking to me, are you?

You're on the phone.

Jaiden: Yeah, I'm still here.

The Wi-Fi's just rubbish.

Right, I'll just...

put that there.

I dreamed a child
by the road

With a basket
filled with bones

A face as hard
as black and white

Thanks, Kelby.

Couldn't have done it
without you.

Happy to help.

I don't suppose you fancy
staying

and helping us
with the rest of these bags?

Well, I'm supposed to be
looking for your Mary, remember?

Worth a try.

You and your mum
coming to the Christmas service?

Er, I am.

Mum's getting her feet
looked at.

-Oh, hello, Kelby.
-Super, er --

er, Chief Super -- ma'am.

-So, we had a collection.
-Kate: Oh, thanks, Charlie.

Kelby's helping us find
our Virgin Mary.

Oh.

Can't have a Christingle service
without the full nativity,

-now, can we?
-No.

Wait, so she's been stolen?

Leave me here with
a broken heart

-Constable?
-Yes, ma'am?

Erm, yes, she -- she went,
erm, kissing -- er, missing,

a few days ago,
but I'll find her.

Yes. Yes, I'm sure you will.

Right. I'd better get going.

Haven't you forgotten something?

Ahem.

Right.
Yeah, yeah, you mean.

not... okay.
Er -- bye.

Some are born with
a silver spoon

He was gonna kiss me, wasn't he?

-Yep.
-Yeah.

Born with a broken heart,
poor boy

Born with a broken heart

Always call.

Look, moving
into a new placement

is a very stressful time
for these kids.

You have to remember, they
didn't ask to be put into care,

and because of that they feel
like they have no control.

So just leave him
to do his own thing?

You're doing exactly
the right thing.

It's baby steps
until he gets to trust you.

For the first few days most kids
don't want to say anything

that might get them
into trouble or

upset their carers, in case
they get sent somewhere else.

-That's awful.
-It's their lives.

Look, you and Humphrey
are amazing.

Just trust your instincts, okay?

-Okay. Thanks, Hannah.
-No worries.

Bye.

Humphrey: Thank you.

So you spoke with Marcus?

Erm, yes.

Erm, he denied having anything

to do with what happened
at the house.

Well, he would, wouldn't he?

But who else would benefit
from Dad selling up?

You would.

Except I'm the one
that convinced Dad not to sell.

And why did you do that?

I thought he'd regret it.

Him and Mum --

that was their home.

All those memories.

He's struggling enough as it is.

I was worried that losing the
house might make things worse.

I'm surprised he listened to me,
to be honest.

Usually the only person he
ever took advice from was Mum.

But it was the best thing
for Dad,

and we don't care about money.

Oh, no.

-What do you do, Colin?
-I work with mycelium.

Kind of fungus-based material?

Exactly that, yeah.

And what can you make
from mycelium?

Well, er --

shoes --

belts, anything you
can use leather for, basically.

Although it is
quite high density,

so you could also use it
to make things

like bricks and packaging
material and the like.

Please don't get him started.

I can show you the workshop
if you like.

-Oh, no th--
-I would love to see that.

Yeah, I had it built last year.
Wasn't cheap,

but, er, you've gotta get ahead
of the curve, you know.

Trust me -- in twenty years'
time, we won't need money.

We'll just grow everything
we need.

Ah, this is amazing!

Er, Fiona, you have a sister?

How did she feel
when your dad decided

not to sell the house after all?

Beth? She agreed with me.

We both grew up in that house.

She didn't mind missing
out on the money?

Beth's married to a fancy lawyer
and lives in Dubai.

She already has more money
than she knows what to do with.

Esther: Right.

-Humphrey: Erm --
-Oh!

-Is this cup mycelium?
-Yeah.

What about this?

No, that's a lamp.

Of course.

Well, these mannequins are going
for like 200 quid on the net.

Makes sense
why someone nicked them now.

Then why didn't they take all
of them?

What do you mean?

Well, if they're worth
that much money,

why just take one?

There's Joseph,
three wise men, and a shepherd.

And the Baby Jesus.

Oh, he's actually a doll.

Okay.
What about the other four, then?

If they're worth 200 quid each,

why not take 'em all?

That's a very good question,
Margo.

Mm.

So that means they
might have been disturbed.

But by who?

Or they could only carry one
at a time

and something happened to them

before they could go back
for another one.

Or they were hoping
that by only taking one

it wouldn't be missed.

Ah, if you ask me,
it has to be kids.

They've broken in,
nicked the first one they saw,

took it somewhere,
put a cone on its head,

took some photos,
and chucked it in the estuary.

No, because it would float.
Someone would have found it.

Well, they could
have dumped it anywhere.

Well, I know it's
close to Christmas

But I need to
change your mind

'Cos I know I've been a
troublemaker

I'm gonna make things right

Well, I misbehaved in April
and I broke a heart in May

Hey, mate.

September wasn't all that good
but I hope I'm not too late

Hey. How's it been?

Oh, I told him I needed to check
on something here.

It's the only thing
I could think of

to get him out of the house.

Probably just needs time
to come out of his shell.

I'd settle for getting him
out of his coat.

Mm.

He's been like this all day.

-I feel completely useless.
-Oh no, Martha.

Hannah said it might be
like this.

It might take a few days
for him to work us out

and feel safe enough to --
to open up.

I suppose we need to let
him do things at his own pace.

-Here you go. Try these out.
-Oh!

-Added honey, like you said.
-Oho!

Pigs in blankets!
Christmas has officially begun.

Oh, mind out, they're --

-Oh!
-Ah!

-...hot.
-Martha: Are you alright?

Oh, Zoe,
what do teenage boys talk about?

Er, well, people they fancy,
mostly.

Er, football, computer games.

They're very basic creatures.

-He's still on his phone, I see.
-Don't start, Mum.

I think it's time
for a firm talking-to.

That's not the answer
to everything.

Didn't do you any harm.

Oh, Humphrey. You alright?

Yes. Er, yeah.

So, did you talk to Bob?

Oh, erm, yes, yes, erm --
Esther and I went today.

-And?
-Well, it's just as you said.

He's convinced he saw his wife.

Poor man.

For a good while
after your father died,

I thought I saw him
everywhere --

running for a train
or sitting in a restaurant

with his back to the window
as I passed by.

But I suppose it's natural.

Humphrey: Well, Bob Holland is
something quite different.

He said he saw his wife head on,

a few feet away,
and that she spoke to him.

Heavens.

So I don't suppose there's
anything you can do.

Well, the house is
secure enough, and --

he's not in any danger.

Bob: Now, I think a certain
person might be wrapping

my Christmas present.

Let's take a sneak peek.

Linda: Bob!

Get out.

It's Bob.

Oh, Bob!

No --

Fiona: He finally dropped off on
me. He looked very sleepy.

Yes, alright, darling,
it'll be fine.

How is he?

He's exhausted.

The hospital said
to let him rest,

so I've convinced him
to lay on the bed for an hour.

So, who called the ambulance?

He called it himself.

He thought he was having
a heart attack.

The hospital did
some blood tests.

We're waiting on results,

but the ECG was fine.

They think he might
have had a panic attack.

Anne: That's hardly surprising
after what he said he saw.

Fiona: The hospital said
they'd call

if they found anything else.

He must have been terrified.

Poor love.

Fiona: Thank you for coming,
Anne.

I can stay for a while, Fiona,
if that helps.

Bless you.

You know -- I don't think these
videos are helping matters.

They're a recent thing?

Dad asked us to put
all the memory cards onto DVDs.

Now I'm thinking it's just --

bringing everything back to him.

I've got to get to work.

Anne: You go. I'll be here.

Thanks, Anne.
Thank you.

Don't worry, don't worry.

I've been trying
to make a list of everyone

who visited the church
in the past week.

It's impossible.

I mean, see, I've got
all the Christmas people,

all the people
who donated clothes,

and that's without the people

who just went in
to do churchy stuff.

It's only a mannequin.
Just log it and move on.

But what about the nativity?

Well, can't you lose a shepherd,
use him as Mary?

No, they glued beards
on the male ones.

Can't have a Mary with a beard.

-Morning.
-How is he?

Oh, home now. Yes.

Erm, Anne's going to keep
an eye on him.

You know, that's three nights
running now.

Maybe he should have
someone stay with him.

Oh, a night in a
haunted house?

That's not a bad idea.

-Sir?
-Hmm?

I've been going through the CCTV
from the electrical shop.

And?

Well, there's a big chunk
missing.

A whole hour on the first night

Bob Holland supposedly
saw his ghost.

Someone turned off the cameras.

Marcus: It's not what you think.

And what do we think?

That it's something to do with
Bob Holland and his house.

And you're saying it's not?

I suggest you tell us the truth.

And you promise this
is going to stay between us?

No.

Alright, alright.

But there's
no reason to tell my wife.

Your wife?

Donna! Donna!

Do you believe them?

Well, the lady in question
seemed very upset

that their secret liaison
had been brought to light.

Not as upset as I'd be.

Anne?

Humphrey, there's something
you need to see.

Martha: Jaiden?

Jaiden?

Jaiden!?

I-I've checked everywhere.

I've talked to shop keepers,
erm, the lads on the markets,

searched bins,
I've put up posters.

-And no-one's called?
-I've had one call.

Some guy said he saw her
with three blokes on camels.

Well... Alright, well,
we'll just have to

do the service without her.

You can't do that.
It would look weird.

Where's he supposed to have come
from if his mum's not there?

We'll improvise.
It's what we do.

The Chief Super's coming too,
isn't she?

-Yeah.
-Huh...

I have to find
the Virgin Mary.

I saw it from
an upstairs window.

Must have been weed killer
or something.

Who would do such a thing?

At least you've seen things
with your own eyes.

Now perhaps you'll believe me.

Esther: Mr. Holland, please
understand,

it's not that
we don't believe you...

Esther?

Excuse me.

Look at this.

Whoever wrote that
must have had a leak.

Look, there's another one.

And another over there.

One there.

-Seems to stop here.
-Hmm.

Oh, great.

Aah!

Esther: What have you found?

Humphrey: I might be wrong --

but I think I've just found
the Virgin Mary.

Oh, God.

Esther: Is that a wig?

And a speaker?

Yep. And weed killer.

No-one's an island, darling

Go ask your friends

I know the times are trying,
this tunnel ends with a light

When we reunite

When the doors are finally
flung open

We will come
running to you

Bob: That is Linda's dress.
I bought it for her.

Esther: So someone took it
from the house?

No, no, we cleared out all her
things, gave it to charity.

I'm sorry, but Bob
really should be resting.

Yes, yes, of course.

We might be able to trace
the dress.

Yes.
Er, Bob --

so the mannequin,
lit by this torch,

with this speaker as a voice --

does that work?

That's not what I saw.

Maybe it's completely unrelated?

We have kids messing
about over the fields.

Maybe that's it.

What I saw was my wife.
Not this --

whatever it is.

Come on.

I was worried about you!

I'm sorry.

Oh, don't be.
Got all my steps in.

You must think I'm really rude.

Why?

Sitting on my own all
the time, always on my phone.

It's okay.
You're still settling in.

It's good you're talking to
your friends.

I wasn't talking to my friends.

If this isn't what Bob
Holland saw, then --

then what's the link?

I mean there has to be a link,
Margo.

I mean --

if she was found with
the weed killer used to spell

out the word
"leave" on the grass,

the very sentiment that
supposedly came from our ghost,

well, it has to be connected,
doesn't it?

-Yeah.
-Esther: No.

Thank you for letting us know.

We'll be in touch
if we think it's important.

Thank you. Bye.

That was Fiona Bensted.

She knew about the pillbox.

Her and her sister
used to play in there as kids,

but she doesn't know
anything about a mannequin,

or the other stuff
for that matter,

but she did say something
interesting --

The hospital ran blood tests.

They've reported finding
a substance in his system.

They're checking it now.

He said he wasn't on medication.

Mmm.

If there were drugs
in his system,

let's get someone over
to the Holland house,

and, er, collect
the whisky bottle and glass

he was drinking from,
and get it to the lab.

Oh, and Margo, time for
some background checks, I think.

Er, best do the Holland family

and our spurned house buyer
Marcus Dhillon first.

Thank you.

Righty-o.

If only you could talk.

You don't have to keep these
things to yourself, you know.

I know it must be difficult,

but we can talk about it.

Might help a bit.

He's my baby brother.

My baby brother Ben.
That's who I've been talking to.

We've got different dads,
so they took him to his.

He lives in Ireland,
so, I couldn't go there.

Thing is, we're always together,
you know?

He got upset, saying he wanted
to see me at Christmas and that.

So I got a bit stressed.

I'm sorry, I --
I didn't mean to walk off.

Oh, you've got nothing
to be sorry about.

I think it's lovely
you're looking after

your little brother,
making sure he's okay.

He ain't got anyone else,
you know?

No-one who cares for him
like I do.

Why don't you phone him now?

Might stop you worrying
about him.

Ben: Hello?

Alright, bro?
What you doing?

Ben: Just up in my room.

Dad's gone out
and the lady's cooking.

Yeah? What you having?

Ben: Fish fingers,
chips and hoops.

Don't bro,
you're making me hungry.

Three French hens,
two turtle doves

And a partridge in
a pear tree

Okay, there is literally
nowhere else

in Shipton Abbott I can look.

Unless she got on a train
all by herself,

or a boat or something, and,
and went to another country,

then I have no idea
where she could have gone.

Either that, or someone

cut her up and, and posted
all the pieces somewhere...

-Kelby.
-Or, or --

tied something to her leg,

like a concrete block
or something,

and, and -- and dumped
her out to sea.

-Kelby --
-I mean, how do you not notice

someone with the Virgin Mary
tucked under their arm?

It's behind you.

I know it's Christmas, Margo,

but I'm not in the mood.

Just --

Huh?

Yeah, bye.

Okay, so the substance
found in Bob Holland's system

is something called DMT.

DMT. Dimethyltryptamine,
of course.

-What is it?
-It's an hallucinogenic drug

found in some plants
and animals.

That has to be it.

Hmm, looks like dangerous stuff.

There's some horrible
side effects.

Maybe that's
why he had that funny turn.

Get onto the lab.

If that drug is
in the whisky glass,

that's a huge part
of whatever this puzzle is.

On it.

Nothing much
on the background checks.

Marcus Dhillon has been
manager there for nine years.

Married, three kids.
No criminal record,

unless you count eleven
parking fines in the past year.

Margo: Ha!

Nothing
on the Holland daughters.

Mum and Dad both
come back clean as a whistle.

The only thing of note
is Colin Bensted.

Fiona's husband?

Serial entrepreneur,
by all accounts.

-One fad after the next.
-Our mycelium man.

Well, he seems to fail
at all of 'em.

Up to his eyes in debt.

So much for
not caring about money.

-Mmm.
-So --

although Fiona persuaded her
father not to sell the house,

that doesn't mean
her husband agreed.

-No.
-And we know he had access

to the house!

-You got it!
-Yes!

Thanks. The glass
and bottle are both clean.

-No!
-Oh!

Let me see what you have on
this DMT.

So who found it then?

The Inspector.

Kelby: That's weird.

What is?

I saw that jumper yesterday.

Mum bought me one just like it,
year before last.

Only mine's a bit more greeny.

Where did you see it?

At the church, when I
was investigating the break-in.

Er, they had loads of clothes
in bags -- donations...

Bruce Forsyth.

Bruce Forsyth!

Martha's nan had
too much nutmeg one Christmas

and thought she saw
Bruce Forsyth licking the sugar

off her mince pies.

And why Bruce Forsyth?

Because certain hallucinogenics
show you a version

of what's already on your mind,
and as an avid Brucie fan,

that's exactly what she saw!

So, because Bob Holland
was watching videos of his wife,

that's what he saw.

With more than a little help,
I suspect.

Wait... wait, wait!

Of course that's what you did.

So?

So --

Dad, I just think you need more
time to think things through.

When Bob's daughter Fiona

discovered her dad
was selling the family home,

she was horrified.

She persuaded him to change
his mind, to stay in the house.

Dad, just --
just listen to me for a second.

Please, I think you're gonna
regret it.

Humphrey: But, not as horrified
as her husband Colin

on finding out
his wife was turning away

hundreds of thousands of pounds
from the sale of the house.

Deep in debt,

he knew he needed to find a way

to make his father-in-law carry
out his plan to sell the house

and share the money
between his daughters.

But how?

I think the answer
came from Fiona,

when she said she was surprised

that her father
had listened to her.

Why?

Because the only person he had
listened to in the past was...

-His wife Linda.
-Exactly!

From that simple premise,
a plan was born.

Colin Bensted's latest venture
was working with mycelium,

so it's fair to assume he has
a working knowledge of botany,

which means it's
also reasonable to suspect

that he knew about DMT --
a naturally occurring

hallucinogenic
which amplifies

what's already on your
conscious mind.

And -- how to harvest it.

But the whisky glass
and bottle were clean.

That's right.

Ah, yes! But look --

one method of DMT
getting into the system

is through inhalation.

It can be smoked.

And what else was in the room?

-A fire.
-Yes.

And what better way to deliver
drugs into someone's system

without them knowing,

and to burn the evidence
in the process?

Knowing that Bob Holland
would light the fire,

then sit alone in this room,
watching DVDs of his late wife.

He knew that Bob's late wife
Linda would be on his mind.

That's a given.

But how to make sure that
Bob Holland

saw what he needed to see,

and, more importantly,
hear what he needed to hear?

How could he be sure that she'd
deliver the message he wanted?

Now, we'd already heard

that Fiona had cleared her
mother's clothes from the house.

And they must have given them
to the church.

That's where I saw the jumper.

Yes, Kelby!

Keeping one of Linda's
dresses back.

Now, all he needed was something
to hang the dress on.

It's one of the things that's
bugged me all the way through.

The ghost was always seen
outside. Why?

Shouldn't ghosts be
able to walk through walls?

But mannequins can't.

But wait --

Bob was really specific
about what she said,

and she said the same thing
every time.

-Was that the drug, too?
-Oh no.

See, that was the clever part.

Come and look.

Bob: Now, I think a certain
person might be wrapping

my Christmas present.

Bob! Will you get out?

Bob: I bet it's socks.
Get out of here!

"Get out. Get out of here."

So he just
lifted it from the videos

when he was making the copies...
- Get out!

-...and distorted it.
- Get out of here.

Now, we know he had access
to the house,

so the bells were easy enough.

Linda.

Linda: Get out of here.

The final ingredient --

the writing on the mirror
added effect.

And the poisoned grass
was done

the night that Bob Holland
went to the hospital,

so a haunting wasn't possible.

Exactly.

-Clever, really.
-Evil, more like.

Or both.

Erm...

-No, this one.
-Oh, this one.

Yeah, that one's fine.
-Martha: Yeah?

-Yeah.

You were so smart then
in your jacket and coat

My softest red scarf
was warming your throat

Winter was on us
at the end my nose

And I never love England more
than when covered in snow

But a friend of mine says
it's good to hear

That you believe in love even
if set in fear

Two words.
Second word.

Humphrey?

Clumsy!

-Erm...
-Man!

First word.

Swing your arm?

-Dancing?
-Brushing?

Ironing!

-Iron?
-Uh-huh!

-Iron...
-Iron Man!

Yes!

-Anne: Well done!
-Yeah!

That's two-two, bro.
Get you back next time.

-Hello.
-Hello, you.

So, everything okay, then?

Piece of cake.

So what's the secret?

I'm not sure there is one.

And who's the, erm,
small virtual person?

That's Jaiden's
little brother Ben.

That's who he was talking to
on the phone all the time.

And if you can't beat them...

Join them.

Sorry if this is a bit weird.

Oh, gosh, it's not weird at all.

People coming together is
what makes Christmas, isn't it?

Oh! And...

Sausage rolls.
My sausage rolls.

Very true.

Ah, very good.
Mmm, good.

These are great.

Whoa --

Is that Bruce Forsyth?

Oh!

No, no, it is.

Bruce?

I'm just skin and bones

-These are very good!
-Mm!

And I'll never love England
more than when covered in snow

Feel like running

Feel like running

-Hi, sweetheart.
-I'm sorry.

Oh my God.
What's this?

-Granddad!
-Come here!

Did you...? You...!

Granddad!

Can't believe you've flown
from Dubai!

-Come here!
-Oh, it's so great to see you.

Is it for me?
Go on, go on inside.

Come on, boys, in we go.

What a wonderful surprise!

You were so smart then
in your jacket and coat

My softest red scarf was
warming your throat

Winter will leave us
left the end of my nose

Well, goodbye old England
until next year's snow

Merry Christmas to you,
too, sir, thank you.

-Hello, young man.
-Merry Christmas.

-Welcome.
-How are you?

You okay?
Merry Christmas.

You alright?

So good to see you.

-Kate: Thank you for coming.
-Hi.

-Can I...?
-Er, yeah, sure.

Kate: Yeah, I feel very
Christmassy.

How are you?

On the eleventh day
of Christmas

My true love gave to me

Eleven pipers piping,
ten lords a-leaping

- Nine ladies dancing
-Jaiden.

Why don't you call Ben?

Eight maids a-milking,
seven swans a-swimming

Six geese a-laying,
five golden rings

Four calling birds,
three French hens

Two turtle doves
and a partridge in a pear tree

Alright, everyone, I think
this is the part we join in.

On the twelfth day
of Christmas

My true love gave to me

Twelve drummers drumming,
eleven pipers piping

Ten lords a-leaping

Nine ladies dancing,
eight maids a-milking

Seven swans a-swimming,
six geese a-laying

Five golden rings

Four calling birds

Three French hens

Two turtle doves

And a partridge in
a pear tree

Merry Christmas.