[ "Just as the Tide Was Flowing" plays ]
♪♪
-♪ One morning in the month of June ♪
♪ Down by a rolling river ♪
♪ There a weary traveller chanced to stray ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪♪
[ Clattering ]
♪♪
[ Rattling ]
♪♪
[ Gulls crying ]
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
-Sorry, Lucy. We'll be out of your way soon.
We'll need a list of what was stolen
as soon as you can do it for us.
And I'd like you to think back over this past week.
Did you notice anything out of the ordinary?
Anyone you didn't recognise knocking on the door,
hanging around outside, that sort of thing?
-You think they've been watching me?
-To be honest, it's more likely to be opportunistic.
A spur of the moment thing, seeing you were out,
But it's worth having a think.
I'll send PC Hartford in.
[ Radio chirps, indistinct chatter ]
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
-One of the neighbours says she saw a figure walking down
the side of the house around half past midnight.
It was too dark to get a description,
but it looked like they were carrying a sack.
-Eh. That'll be the missing pillowcase.
And, um, time fits with when the dog monitor was moved.
Why didn't she call it in?
-Well, she said she couldn't be sure what they were doin',
and they were leavin', so she didn't bother.
-Great.
Okay. Go back in and finish getting the victim's statement.
No fingerprints inside the house,
but there is something on the window frame,
so get it processed. -Sarge.
-The inspector is not answering his phone,
so I'm going to drive over there.
I'll see you back at the station.
♪♪
-♪ It isn't in a strong wind ripping up and down ♪
♪ It isn't in the heartbreak beating on the ground ♪
♪ It isn't in the blinding sun waking from the night ♪
-Hello? -♪ It's written in your eyes ♪
-Hello?
-♪ It isn't in the tall fields crumbling to dust ♪
♪ It's how you make 'em up ♪
♪♪
♪ Make 'em up ♪
♪♪
[ Door opens, closes ]
-Morning, Margo. Is Kelby back?
-Five minutes ago.
Doing room service.
Drunk from last night.
Found her in a shopping trolley outside Lidl's.
Ironically, she woke up demandin' porridge.
-Yeah. Seems like everyone's got the munchies.
Burglar on Stamford Road
helped himself to a sandwich before he left.
-Didn't we have that before? Last Halloween?
Remember, three break-ins
on the Romney Estate, did the same thing.
-Yes.
Atticus Styles.
Didn't he get a custodial?
-Probably would have liked that --
three meals a day, talk shop.
-12 months suspended for two years.
-There you go. -Margo, you're amazin'.
-That's what I'm here for. [ Banging ]
-Wait, I -- I still don't have any porridge!
I haven't eaten all day! -[ Sighs ]
That girl's proper hard work.
-Hey!
-Uh, she's given me the number for someone to come get her.
-Right. I'll be out for an hour or so;
when the inspector comes in,
show him the crime report and tell him
I've gone to question a possible suspect.
-Yes, Sarge. -Oh! There you are.
-Sorry, I got, um, held up.
What've I missed?
-Burglary -- just on my way to see a suspect,
I can fill you in on the way.
-Okay. -Yeah.
-Ah.
-Well, this is a bloody mess!
-It's for the best. -For who?
-Both of us.
-Not sure Humphrey would entirely agree.
-Well, he will in time.
He'll meet someone and have the future he deserves.
-And you?
-Well, I won't have to feel guilty all the time.
-Has he told you what he's going to do?
-He talked about going back to London.
He needs to give notice here and check the Met will take him back
and then we'll have to sort money out.
Can't let him go back with nothing.
-Mm.
You've obviously given it some thought.
-Well, we need to be practical.
-[ Chuckles ] It's strange.
I've always regarded love
as being rather an impractical thing.
Or are we pretending you don't love him?
-Of course I do. That's the whole point of this.
-So the point is, you -- you both being miserable.
♪♪
-So you can't confirm your whereabouts
between midnight and 1:00 a.m.?
-Well, I told you, I was in bed.
-But we've only got your word for that.
-Mum! What time did I go bed last night?
-After the news, love!
-So, that's about 11:00, played "Call of Duty"
about an hour, and then I fell asleep.
-These gardens back onto Stamford Road, don't they?
-So? -So...
Easy enough to jump over the fence,
get there and back without anyone noticing.
-Mum?! Did I sneak out and rob anywhere last night?!
-No, love! You didn't!
-Would it be easier if your mum came down and joined us?
-No. She don't like strangers.
She gets a bit anxious.
Cheesy puff?
-No, thanks.
-Suit yourself. [ Crunching ]
-See you like peanut butter, Atticus.
-Mmm! Mm, loves it.
-Only, whoever did the burglary last night
helped themself to a sandwich.
That's your thing -- having a snack before you leave.
-Well, hungry work, housebreakin'.
-Yeah. There was something else on your file, too.
On your last job, you used a pillowcase
to carry out what you'd stolen.
-So? -So the same thing
was used last night.
Or is all this just a coincidence?
-Must be. Or it's one of them copycat crimes.
[ Laughs ]
-Whoever it was left their fingerprints.
-So? -So, if they're yours,
you'll be back in custody by teatime.
-Right.
You can threaten me as much as you like.
It wasn't me.
Are we done?
Only, I told my mum I'd go shopping for her
before "Bargain Hunt."
-Sir?
-Yes?
-Anything else?
-Oh, um, no. I think we're, um,
uh, no, I think pretty much covered everything, Sergeant.
-Ah.
-Excuse me.
♪♪
-See ya later -- shut the door on the way out?
♪♪
[ Ringing ]
[ Vibrating ]
♪♪
-You've got to speak to him
-It's better I don't.
And I've turned off voicemail.
-[ Sighs ]
-Two six. Is that right?
Yeah. Zero zero. Yeah. Great. Right. Thanks a lot.
-Margo, can you organise someone to do
a door to door in Stamford Road?
See if any private security or doorbell cameras
picked up Atticus Styles
out on the street around midnight last night?
-Yep. And talking of your burglary,
I've just had the lady's insurance company on.
She's already put a claim in. -That was quick.
I thought we were still waiting for a list of what was stolen.
-I'll bet she's done it herself for the insurance.
-It's pretty elaborate if she did,
the M.O. fits Atticus Styles perfectly.
And he lives less than a hundred yards away from
where the burglary took place.
So it's a pretty obvious fit.
What do you think, sir?
-W-well, if something's too obvious,
it often turns out not to be true.
-Huh! Okay, now that's a bit weird.
The fingerprints from the window frame in Stamford Road.
We got a 100% match.
-Atticus Styles?
-No, it's not Atticus Styles.
♪♪
Her prints are on file after being convicted of shoplifting,
October 2021.
-What time did you bring her in last night?
-Uh, half 11:00.
She was in a shopping trolley,
singing Culture Club's "Do You Really Want To Hurt Me?"
-That can't be.
-It might have been "Karma Chameleon."
-No, the time!
It had to be later.
-Well, I logged it.
Got there at 10 past 11:00,
got back here at half past 11:00.
Took me a while to get her out of the trolley.
She got her arm caught in the baby seat bit at the front.
-What was she wearing on her feet?
-Boots. It's in the bag with the rest of her stuff.
-Get them checked against the impression
taken from outside the window at the scene.
-Sarge?
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
♪♪
-Say what you have to say, but don't overstay your welcome.
♪♪
-This really isn't a good time.
-I know about you and Humphrey.
This is Shipton Abbott, remember,
news travels fast.
I need to ask --
is this because of what happened?
Between you and me?
-No, 'cause nothing happened.
-No, of course.
Oh, thank God.
I felt sick when I heard; I just assumed that --
-It's not about anyone else.
It's between me and Humph.
-I'm sorry. -Are you?
-That's not fair. -Isn't it?
Wasn't that long ago you weren't quite so concerned
about my relationship with Humphrey.
-Okay -- okay. Well, maybe I deserve that.
But...
I care about you.
I want you to be happy.
And for a moment there, I was arrogant enough to think
that might be with me and not with Humphrey.
But that doesn't mean that
I take any pleasure in,
you know, in this.
Can't you tell me what happened?
-Nothing happened, we're just not right for each other.
I thought we were, and we're not.
That's it.
Look, it's really sweet of you to come,
but I'd rather be on my own.
♪♪
-It's not great, you know...
Losing someone you love.
Make sure this isn't a mistake you'll regret making
somewhere down the line.
♪♪
-Sir, can you look at this for me?
-Yes.
-We're waiting for confirmation from the lab,
but what do you think?
-Yes, I'd say that was a match.
-That's what I thought.
-So it's her?
-How can it be? The burglary took place
at 25 minutes past midnight, when, according to you,
she was locked up in one of our cells.
-Oh, yeah.
♪♪
-Uh, right, um, yes, uh, hmm, so...
Uh, we -- we -- we have the fingerprint evidence
from the window used for entry into the property
and a match from her boots
with the impression taken at the scene.
Um, so there is, uh, little doubt, if any,
that, um, Martha gained entry.
-Martha? -Uh, no. Hayley Collins.
Um... A-and yet, if the crime was committed
at the time of day, you say it was,
uh, then Hayley was already in custody.
-Yes. -Which means...
-Yeah?
♪♪
-It's a bit of a mystery, isn't it?
-Can I ask where you were last night?
-Not sure I remember.
I had a blazing row with Katie and went on a bender.
-Katie? -My girlfriend.
-Go on.
-The plan was to get so drunk and be all tragic,
and she'd come and save me.
Started at Kitty J's and then went on to Harbour,
and then it just gets a bit hazy, to be honest.
-We have reason to believe you may have entered a property
last night unlawfully. What would you say to that?
-Wouldn't surprise me if I'm honest,
I was totally off my face.
Oh, wait, I think I tried to get into the supermarket
to get chocolate. Is that it?
-No.
[ Knocking at door ]
-I'll do it.
-Um, the lady's come here to -- to pick her up.
-Well, tell her to wait. She's being interviewed.
-Can you do it?
-Sorry?
♪♪
Hi.
You're here to pick up Hayley Collins?
-Mm, I'm her partner. -Well, that's fine,
but you'll have to bear with us, she's being interviewed.
-No, I want to be taken straight to her.
-That's not possible, I'm afraid.
-He clearly didn't explain. I'm not just her partner.
I work for Maxstead and Hamilton.
I'm also her lawyer.
♪♪
-So, what do you remember after trying the doors
of the supermarket? -I'm not sure.
All I know is I was wasted, I needed to lie down,
tried to ring Katie, but she was ghosting me.
-You don't recall going anywhere else?
-I think she's made it perfectly clear
that she can hardly remember being at the supermarket,
let alone anything afterwards.
-I'd still like to hear it from Hayley.
-No.
-You don't recall going to Stamford Road?
-Do I really need to repeat myself, Sergeant?
-Stamford Road? -You know it?
-How is this relevant? -My e-- My ex lives there.
Lucy. -Lucy Elliot.
-Yeah.
-You were in a relationship with her.
-Until about four months ago.
-You lived together at Stanford Road?
-No, I've never been there, I just know that
she bought a house on Stamford Road when we broke up.
-You've never been there. -No!
-It was Lucy's house that was broken into last night.
You know anything about that?
-God, no! Is she all right?
-Yeah, she's fine.
Hayley, we know you were at Lucy's house last night.
-But I wasn't! -We found your fingerprints
at the property and an impression of the boots
you were wearing when you were arrested.
Can you explain that? -No --
-This alleged offence, Sergeant.
Can you tell me what time it took place?
-Excuse me. -It's a simple enough question.
-We believe it was between midnight and 1:00 a.m.
-When she was in police custody.
-Yes.
-So in what grounds is she being questioned?
♪♪
-Well, that was fun. -Yes, look, I'm sorry.
I don't feel I was much help.
-I've got a suspect with enough evidence against her to charge.
Yet at the time of the offence,
she was actually in police custody.
Then I've also got a known burglar
who lives 100 yards away with the exact M.O.
who I can't place at the scene.
-We got a couple of CSOs to knock on doors
in Stamford Road like you asked.
A house two doors down from Lucy Elliot
found this on their door camera
taken just after 11:00 p.m. the night of the burglary.
-Atticus Styles.
-Aah! Chill out!
Mum, can you call AJ and tell him
I'm not going to make rhumba class?
You're making a very big mistake.
-Yeah, you lied to us. -Yeah --
[ Door closes ] I --
I couldn't tell you where I really was last night
'cause Mum was listening. If she knew I snuck out,
she'd batter me. -So you admit
you snuck out the house?
-Yeah. -I went to Stanford Road?
-Yeah.
But I didn't rob no one. And I can prove it.
Come on. It's on the way.
Come on.
Chop-chop.
♪♪
-I've been here before. -What is going on?
-Just knock on the door.
-Oh, hello, love! -All right?
-[ Sighs ] -Where is he?
-He's got an alibi. -Well?
-Eh, love?
Someone dodgy has just come out of Lucy's house.
Should I call the police?
-Nah... -Nah.
-Get on. -Lucy's neighbour.
He's having affair with her.
Turns out his mum doesn't approve,
so he has to sneak out to see her.
But she's willing to sign a statement
saying that he arrived at her's
at just after 11:00 and didn't leave until 5:00 a.m.
-So, that rules him out. -Yep.
Sir? -Mm? Mm.
-Any thoughts?
-Uh, uh, ju-- Just processing.
-I think we need to go back to Lucy's house.
-To -- to Lucy's house? Uh, to do what?
-Well, as the other two lines of enquiry
are currently dead ends, I think Margo's right.
It's an insurance fraud. And if that's your plan,
why not frame your ex into the bargain?
-Yes. Okay.
♪♪
-I don't understand. -You don't need to.
If they contact you again, just say nothing.
I'll deal with it. -They got my fingerprints.
-Fingerprints on their own are meaningless
unless they connect 'em to a crime, which they can't.
-But they know I was there. -They don't know anything,
And it'll stay that way if you just let me deal with it.
I'll take care of it -- like I always do.
Okay?
♪♪
-[ Sighs, clears throat ]
-Wait, I thought we were going to the house?
-We are. Or rather, I am.
There's really no point taking you the way you are.
There's obviously something on your mind,
so I thought I'd drop you off here.
You can grab yourself a coffee or something.
I'll pick you up on the way back.
-Sorry. I've been a bit useless, haven't I?
-Pretty much.
[ Sighs ]
Oh, sorry.
Whatever it is, maybe you should take some time.
Unless you want to talk about it?
-Wouldn't know where to start.
-Martha?
-She doesn't want to be with me anymore.
-I'm sorry.
-I guess Archie coming back into her life
has confused things a little.
-Archie? You mean they've been --
-No.
No, M-Martha would never do that.
[ Stammering ] She was feeling...
things for someone e-- I mean,
she would tell me, I know -- I know she would.
I-I mean, she would tell me. I...
What do you think? That's what they're doing now.
Is that what this is all about?
-No, I don't know, sir.
I called you "sir" then.
-Yes, you did.
-Sorry! I don't know the etiquette when, you know...
I mean, I'm assuming it hug's too much,
but to call you sir is probably too far the other way.
Um, luckily, this isn't awkward at all.
-Absolutely not, no.
-Look, take the afternoon off.
If anyone asks, I'll tell them you're following up some leads.
Come back fresh in the morning.
-Would you mind? -Not at all.
You want me to take you home? -Uh...
No, no, I could do with a walk. Um...
Bit of see air.
Yes, um...
Thank you.
Sergeant.
-You're very welcome... Sir.
♪♪
Bye.
-♪ I promise you ♪
♪ It'll all make sense again ♪
♪ I promise you ♪
♪ It'll all make sense again ♪
♪ I promise you ♪
♪ It'll all make sense again ♪
-Well, I lost my job a few weeks ago,
and I'm a bit skint.
The money from the insurance will really help.
Every cloud and all that.
-It's just more usual for us to get a list of
what's stolen first, that's all.
So... You went out last night and you returned at...
-Around 1:30.
-Did you see anyone when you were out?
-It was a date.
Someone I met online.
-And you met her at what time?
-8:00? It was a bit late,
but she'd stood me up the night before.
I waited in a bar for an hour
before she called to say she'd missed her train.
-We'll need their details at some point.
-Okay.
-Can I talk to you about Hayley Collins?
-Hayley?
-Has she ever been to this house?
-No. Doesn't even know where I live.
We had a flat together on Broughton Road,
and when we split up, my dad helped me buy this place.
We were... getting married.
We both lost our mums, so I had both
their wedding rings melted down to make a single ring.
I can't wear rings, I get eczema on my hands.
So... She was going to wear it.
-And?
I found out she'd been seeing the Rottweiler behind my back.
She broke my heart, I moved out,
and now they're both threatening to take me to court
saying that I stole Hayley's mum's ring.
But I didn't.
She gave it to me to make the wedding ring.
-Couldn't you just have given it to her?
-No.
My mum's ring is in there, too. She's not having that.
She's the one that ruined everything, not me.
And I don't care if her girlfriend's a lawyer.
I would rather chuck it in the river than give it to her.
Except I can't now, can I?
It was in the jewellery box.
So it was stolen with everything else.
-So, this ring thing gives me a motive for Hayley Collins,
as well as fingerprints and an impression of her footwear.
-But you still can't charge her because she was in our cells
when the burglary supposedly happened?
-Yes. Then I've got Lucy Elliot
saying she'd rather throw ring in the river
than give it to Hayley -- and she's skint.
So that gives her two motives to stage the burglary herself
and claim on the insurance. The most annoying part
is everything still points to it being Atticus Styles.
-What if all three of them are in it together?
-How? And why?
-Well, I've no idea!
I didn't know you were going to ask questions.
Where's his nibs, anyway? He's good at all this stuff.
-He's, uh, following another couple of leads.
-Well, you better give him a call.
-Why? -Chief Superintendent Woods
wants to see you both.
-What for? -Didn't say.
♪♪
[ Indistinct chatter ]
♪♪
-Humphrey.
So you're just going to give up?
-Is that what you think I'm doing?
-Well, you do rather seem to have accepted it.
-[ Scoffs ]
Well, if by acceptance you mean honouring Martha's wishes
rather than trying to browbeat her into changing her mind,
then yes, I've accepted it.
-I went to see her this morning.
I asked her if there was any part of her finishing with you
that had anything to do with me.
She says not.
-And if she said yes?
Because that's what you were hoping for, isn't it?
Why else ask the question?
-I won't pretend I don't have feelings for her,
but I went there to see if I could help.
Nothing else. -Help?
-Yes!
Just because Martha and I have history
doesn't mean that we can't have
a grown up conversation about this.
♪♪
[ Indistinct shouts ]
♪♪
-Police -- step aside!
♪♪
Right, what's going on?!
-Aah! What the bloody hell are you doing?!
-Sir? What -- What are you doing?
-I understand you're angry, but I am not your enemy!
[ Both grunting ]
-Ooh!
[ Indistinct shouting ]
-♪ A friend of a friend, he got beaten ♪
-Okay.
-Stop, whoa.
-What are you doing?! Stop!
Oi!
Sir! Sir! Let 'im go!
-Tell him to let go!
-You've got him in a headlock!
-I'm restraining him, Constable!
-He's gone a funny colour!
Let him go, sir!
-Ow! He bit me! -I can't bloody breathe!
-There's no need for fighting. All right. Stop it. Stop it!
That's enough, all right?
Don't make me draw my baton.
Hey! I've got pepper spray, too.
Stop it. Just calm down.
-[ Grunts ]
-Can I ask why the inspector isn't with you?
-He's following up a lead on the Stamford Road burglary.
We thought that should take priority.
-Are you close to an arrest? -We have a number of suspects.
-Well, as you're here on your own,
have you given any more thought to our conversation.
-About moving to HQ?
I think I'd rather stay where I am.
-Despite it being something of a career cul-de-sac.
-Despite that.
I like what we do at Shipton.
I know we're a small team,
but it means we're more hands-on,
part of the community.
-I understand the attraction, Esther, I really do.
But it's a method of policing that we're moving away from.
-Well, maybe we shouldn't.
-And the inspector?
How's your working relationship?
-Good. Excellent, in fact.
-I hear some in the community think he's a little odd.
-He is.
But he's also a brilliant detective.
-But word on the police grapevine is that yesterday
the inspector made enquiries about returning to the Met.
You didn't know.
-No. -Esther, your loyalty
is to be admired.
But it does seem it's unreciprocated.
I'm not the enemy here.
I just want what's best for you.
-Ow!
-You've got a bit of a bump coming but I doubt it's fatal.
-Oh, thanks, Margo.
Sorry about all this.
It's all rather embarrassing, really.
-Don't mind me.
I have no expectations at all
where men are concerned.
I've travelled through surprise,
rounded corners of heartbreak and disbelief
and arrived safely.
And couldn't give a toss.
Can I, uh,
help you?
-Sorry. I was just looking at your --
Yeah, I know you were. Stop it. You'll go blind.
-No, no, no, no! Your tattoo!
-Oh, it's a Nazca Line from Peru.
I had it done there first time I eloped.
Don't ask.
-Just a bit weird seeing you with a tattoo.
-Actually, I got nine.
But unless there's a set of unforeseen events
which I can't even begin to imagine,
you'll never get to see the other eight?
Now, make yourself useful and get him a cup of strong tea.
-Oh, yes, please.
-I'll have one as well seeing as I'm first responding.
-Ow!
-What's happened? -He was fighting.
-Who with? -Archie.
-Well -- well, I wouldn't call it fighting exactly.
Yeah -Kelby found him
rolling around in the street.
-Excellent. Must have been around the same time
I was telling the Chief Superintendent
how brilliant you were. -Sorry.
I feel like I've let you all down.
-Well, that's something you won't have to
worry about for much longer, isn't it?
I'm going to interview Hayley Collins again.
♪♪
-Esther? Esther!
I'm not sure which you're most upset about,
the fighting or having to cover for me,
but I'm really sorry for both.
-Why didn't you tell me you'd been talking about
going back to the Met?
-Okay. -What's up?
Not exciting enough for you down here?
-No -- -Find it's all a bit dull?
Is that it -No, I --
-Look, I thought we were building something.
That we had each other's backs.
Were you going to tell me at all or just disappear,
like you were never really here?
-Yes, I made the call, but it was nothing to do with you.
How am I supposed to be here if I'm not with Martha?
Seeing her every day?
We're just trying to work out how to exist.
Look, what my life would look like, you know,
without the person I thought I was going to spend it with.
-I'm sorry. -No.
-I -- I didn't think about that.
-I shouldn't have snapped. This isn't your fault.
I love it here, working with you.
-So, uh... You're going?
-I don't know if I have a choice.
Look, at least I'm trying to accept I might have to.
-That's a shame.
-Yes.
Yes, it is.
-Look, um...
While you're still here,
fancy making yourself useful?
-Of course.
-Then please help me solve this flaming burglary case.
-Be glad to.
♪♪
[ Car alarm chirps ]
-I take it this isn't a formal interview?
-No, it's just a few questions. -About a crime
you accept Hayley knows nothing about.
-About a crime that's still under investigation.
-Lucy Elliot took Hayley's mum's wedding ring.
It's been the only subject of conversation between them.
-I understand you've threatened legal action.
-Yes, we have. Though there seems little point
now the ring's been stolen.
-Uh, Ms. Collins, have you any explanation at all why
your fingerprints were found at Lucy's house?
-No. -Or why a footprint that matches
the boots you were wearing was found in a flower bed
under the broken window? -No.
-Hayley has now answered that same question twice.
She has no idea how any of these things happened.
Your evidence may be contaminated in some way.
Or maybe it's just incompetence.
What I do know is that when the crime took place
between midnight and 1:00 a.m.,
Hayley was already in custody,
locked away in one of your cells.
-Do you have a favourite sandwich, Miss Collins?
-What? -Only, our burglar helped
themself to a snack before they left.
-Okay, I've heard enough. We've already established
that Hayley couldn't have committed the crime
that you're questioning her about.
So I'm calling an end to this.
-We simply want to find out the truth.
-The truth is, Hayley has not committed any crime,
nor does she have any reason to be anywhere near
her ex-girlfriend's house, let alone break in.
I really must insist you leave.
♪♪
-Well, you certainly pushed her buttons.
-That was the general idea. -Another domestic, is it?
-Excuse me. -They were at it
night before last as well.
It's like listening to two banshees wrestling a warthog.
-Arguing. -Yeah two of them
pretend police turned up.
-Community support officers.
-It was louder when they left than when they got here.
-And this happens a lot does it, the arguing?
-My Rosie is a nervous wreck.
-Your wife? -Llama.
She lives out back. -You've got a llama
in the back garden. -Well, Peggy won't have her
in the house. -Your wife.
-Can't.
-And could you hear what they were arguing about?
-Well, the one with a face like a wasp's armpit
was telling the soppy one she was stupid.
Sounded like she'd done something wrong.
Couldn't hear what -- looked at her the wrong way,
Betty said. -Betty?
-Other half. Someone else has made a complaint, have they?
-No. Well, we are just -- -Monitoring the situation.
-I can take notes. -Thanks. We'll be in touch.
-Thank you.
-The forensics report is back.
They've confirmed a match on the boots.
-I'm not sure if that's good news or bad.
-They've also got a soil match from the house
mixed with a couple of strands of blue carpet.
-That would be the Kitty J's.
They've had the same carpet in there for years.
-And we know she went there.
-I checked through the arrest reports
and court files of the Atticus Styles case.
I mean, nothing much in there we didn't know about,
but I couldn't find his interview transcripts.
Maybe his lawyers have a copy.
Maxstead & Hamilton's -- do you want me to ask?
-Won't hurt. -Wait. Who?
You said Maxstead & Hamilton's?
That's the practise Hayley Collin's girlfriend works in.
-Well, it's coincidence.
-I don't believe in them.
Are these the note. -Yeah.
-Thank you, Margo.
I wonder...
Can I see the forensics report?
-Yeah.
-Have you got something?
-I'm not quite sure.
Maybe.
Our feisty lawyer, Kate...
said something I thought quite strange.
We were talking about the ring.
She said there was little point in pursuing their legal claim
now that the ring had been stolen.
But how could she know that?
Did we tell them that the ring was amongst the missing items?
-No. -No.
-And the sandwich? Looking at the case notes, it was decided
not to make public what kind of sandwich it was.
The lawyers representing Atticus Styles would have known.
But like everything else in this case,
it still doesn't make much sense
until you add one more ingredient.
The carpet fibres, almost certainly from the Kitty J pub,
were found embedded in the soil from Lucy Elliot's house.
Which means...
-That she went to the pub after the break-in.
-Yes, but how? If the break-in didn't happen
until after midnight, and if her boots were taken from her
by Kelby when he put her in the cell?
So there is only one explanation.
It must have happened
the day before.
♪♪
Determined to get back what she saw
was her mother's wedding ring,
I think Hayley came here to steal it --
but on the night before the actual burglary.
However, on that night, as we heard from Lucy,
she'd been stood up by her date missing the train,
so she came home early.
[ Door opens, closes ]
So Hayley had no choice. She had to abandon her plans,
and leave the house.
I think she went home, told her girlfriend Kate.
-How could you be so stupid?! -You said yourself
she'd never give it back! -And when they found it gone,
who do you think she'd blame for taking it?
-What. -The police would have
been here waiting by the time you got home.
-Yeah, well, it's my mum's ring!
-I know, and I said I'd get it back for you!
-Yeah, except you won't, will ya?!
I know her, she'll never let me have it.
-I said I'd get it back, and I will!
-This is the argument the neighbour said he heard
the night before the burglary.
♪♪
The next day, the argument continued.
This was an issue that wasn't going to go away.
I think they each had their different ways to deal with it.
♪♪
Hayley decided to try and drown her sorrows
and by her own admission, hope that Kate
would come to comfort her.
This is where the blue carpet fibres stuck in the mud
she'd picked up at Lucy's house.
Kate, however, had no intention of rescuing Hayley.
Knowing the window latch had already broken,
Kate went back to the house
to finish what Hayley had started.
♪♪
She'd only come for the ring,
but realised she had to hide that fact
by taking other items too.
I dare say, Hayley had told Kate
where Lucy was likely to keep her jewellery.
So there wasn't much searching to do.
-So she took all the other stuff
just to disguise what she was really there for.
-Exactly. -Pretty smart, really.
-Oh, but she was even smarter than that.
Her law firm had recently represented local
house-breaker Atticus Styles,
who she knew lived a stone's throw from Lucy's house.
So what better way to put us off her scent?
By putting us on someone else's.
Using the things she knew from her work
helping to defend Styles,
she simply replicated his M.O.
Including making yourself a peanut butter sandwich
before she left.
But she made a fatal misjudgment.
♪♪
She didn't consider that Hayley might have left evidence
from the night before.
-[ Slurring gibberish ] -Oh that she would get herself
arrested. -Okay, let me get --
-♪ Do you really -- ♪ Hey, get off!
♪ Make me cry ♪
♪ Do you really wanna hurt me? ♪
-I don't. I just want to get you home.
-The things we do for love.
-Yes.
Right. Let's organise the arrest warrant and pick her up.
Check with CPS there's a case against Hayley Collins, too.
-Sir. -Sir.
- ♪ Do you want to go to the seaside? ♪
♪ I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go ♪
♪ I fell in love at the seaside ♪
♪ I handle my charm with time and sleight of hand ♪
-It's all right. It's okay.
♪♪
♪ Do you want to go to the seaside? ♪
♪ I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go ♪
♪ I fell in love at Seaside ♪
♪ She handled her charm with time and sleight... ♪
-I haven't spoken to the superintendent yet.
I-I just need to take some time out.
I'll talk to her when I'm back.
-Where will you go?
-[ Sighs ]
I don't know.
♪♪
[ Ringing ]
♪♪
[ Sighs ]
[ Ringing ]
♪♪
[ Beep ]
Sorry, uh...
Your voicemail doesn't seem to be working, so I --
I thought I'd try your mum's number.
Anyway, uh..
I just wanted to say I'm off...
Really...
I thought I'd go and clear my head a bit.
Yes. Uh, so...
Bye.
But a-also...
I've been thinking about what you said -- a lot.
'Bout you thinking you're not enough for me.
And, well, I don't want you to think that --
that you're not enough.
Because how could someone like you not be enough?
And I know you think that not being able to have children
would leave a hole in my life.
And I'm not going to pretend that's not true.
But it would leave a teeny weeny little hole.
Whereas not having you would leave a hole bigger
than I think I can bear.
One I could never fill.
So, I know you think you do me a favour.
But you're not. Okay?
You're really not.
A-and I'm sorry, but if you love someone,
then you stay with them.
And whatever life throws at you, you face it together.
And it's not that things wouldn't hurt,
because they would, but we would hurt together.
And not on our own.
Not on our own.
I just wanted to say that.
And I love you.
Bye.
[ Hangs up ]
♪♪
[ Sighs ]
♪♪
[ Waves crashing ]
♪♪
Hello, old friend.
♪♪
-Inspector Goodman.
-Sir! -No, no, no. Don't get up.
Hmm.
I assume there's a reason
you didn't tell us you were coming.
-Sorry.
-I tried Catherine's bar first,
but then I remembered how much you loved this place.
The sea's a wonderful thing.
It's as though just staring at it
calms the soul.
Seeing something so vast,
so endless puts,
everything into context.
Makes us realise how small we are.
And therefore...
How small our troubles are.
Though...!
They don't seem that way.
-No.
-You've been missed.
-Well, thank you, sir. I appreciate that.
-I didn't say I missed you.
Or that I hadn't.
-See, I remember this feeling,
not being entirely sure what you're saying.
-Mm.
You haven't asked how I knew you were here.
-I know.
So how did you know?
♪♪
Hi.
How?
Why?
-How?
Because you booked your hotel on my credit card.
-O-oh, yes. Sorry.
-Why?
Because you left quite a big hole yourself.
-You got my message?
-Went to see Archie.
Bought him out of the cafe.
-Y-you didn't need to do that.
-No, but it uncomplicates things.
And I think we need uncomplicated,
just for a while.
Did you mean what you said about us not being able to have kids?
♪♪
-Yeah.
♪♪
You're all the family I need.
I swear:
there is no me
without a you.
♪♪
-Hmm.
♪♪
-Oh, it looks lovely there. But where are you?
-We're in Saint Marie. -Oh.
Where is that? -In the Caribbean.
-Oh! -It's all right for some.
-It looks amazing, sir. Like paradise.
-Yes, it is.
Listen, I wanted to let you know
we're booked on a flight tomorrow morning.
-You're not staying longer? -No.
Martha's got a business to run,
and, well, I need to get back to work.
-Well, that's great.
The chief super's been asking about you.
-Yeah! -Well, you can tell her from me,
we're coming home.
-Oh! [ Laughter ]
-Oh, yeah! -See you soon!
-Bye! -Bye!
-Bye.
[ Sighs ]
Gosh, it's strange.
I really miss them.
-Even Margo?
-Especially Margo.
Gosh, I nearly forgot!
You left this behind.
♪♪
I love you.
-Humphrey!
-Catherine!
How are you?
-Martha! Hello.
It's lovely to see you.
Oh, I couldn't believe it when the commissioner
said you were here.
-I'd forgotten how beautiful it is.
-Oh. I must introduce you to some people.
-Oh, yes, yes.
-Humphrey, this is Inspector Neville Parker.
-Neville. I've heard so much about you.
-You too. -Yes.
How are you finding Saint Marie?
-Oh, some place, isn't it?
-Certainly is.
Oh, this is -- this is Martha. -Oh, hi!
-Pleased to meet you. -You too.
And this is the rest of my team.
Naomi and Marlon. -Hello.
-Nice to meet you. -Hello.
-Nice to meet you. -Hi.
-So how goes it with the commission?
-Well, it's funny you should ask that
because he is -- -[ Clears throat ]
Commissioner!
-Sir! -Mm-hmm.
I see you all found each other.
-Yes. Neville was just telling me how much she enjoys
working with you, sir. -Is that so?
In that case, you can buy me a large rum.
-Fair enough. Drinks all round?
-Sounds good to me.
-Oh, Humphrey!
You should tell the commissioner about your duck.
-Duck?
-Yes, I...
Well, you see, the thing is...
Sir, I was missing this place terribly,
and especially you, sir.
And I befriended a duck.
-♪ First time I swallowed ♪
♪ Now, you're on your own ♪
♪ I won't return ♪
♪ Forever you will wait ♪
♪ You're wondering now ♪
♪ What to do ♪
♪ Now you know this is the end ♪
♪ You're wondering how you will pay ♪
♪ For the way you misbehaved ♪
♪♪