♪♪
♪♪
-♪ I am the scorned ♪
♪ I am the shamed ♪
♪ I am the darkness
born in flames ♪
♪ I am the mother
you despise ♪
♪ I am the weakness
in your eyes ♪
♪ And I will hold you ♪
-[ Screams ]
[ Heartbeat thumps ]
♪♪
[ Light, bright music plays ]
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
[ Rock music plays ]
-Oy!
-Move, move, move!
♪♪
-Watch it.
♪♪
♪♪
-Move!
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
-Right.
Got you.
Fella, come on.
-You took your time.
-This is exactly why
I need a taser.
-Have you searched him?
-83p and a lottery ticket.
-DS is on
her way back.
-He chucked something
in the harbour, though.
-Shipton Abbott
Police Station.
Where is it?
-Hi, Margo.
-How are you, sis?
You anywhere near
Arthur's d*ke?
-Why?
-We have an incident
on the B318.
-So send a Traffic unit.
-Kelby's with a prisoner,
and the only CSO I've got free
hasn't got a car.
I could get
my bike out.
♪♪
♪♪
-Where's the vehicle?
-No vehicle.
-So what happened?
-He did.
-Morning.
Sorry about all this.
-Tandem glide.
Pulled the buckle,
and injected his instructor.
-Humphrey?
Are you all right?
-All good.
A little bit snug
around the crown jewels,
if I'm completely honest,
but nothing broken.
-Are you together?
-He's my fiancé.
-His name?
Oh, I'm a police officer.
Um, Detective Sergeant
Williams.
-Oh!
He's a police officer, too.
♪♪
-The road's clear.
No need for Traffic to attend.
-Thanks.
Oh, the HQ have been on.
They said the new DI
will be here on Monday.
-I think I've found him.
-Ah, thank you.
See you, fellas.
-Come on.
Let's get you home.
-Ah, I thought I might ask
DS Williams to show me
around the station,
meet everyone before I start,
make a good impression.
-Okay.
I'll see you back at Mum's.
But please try not to create
any more havoc.
-On best behaviour.
Promise.
♪♪
I'm all yours.
♪♪
♪♪
-So, why Shipton Abbott?
-Uh, oh, well, Martha,
my fiancé, was born here.
-Oh.
-Yes.
Anyway, we were starting to find
life in London,
well, a little exhausting,
so we talked about
making a new start,
and where that might be,
and, well, hey presto,
here we are.
Sorry.
Long legs.
Wow, that is amazing.
-What is?
-You actually have gloves
in your glove box.
I used mine
to hide the phone
whenever the
Chief Superintendent called me.
-I use mine for gloves.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
This way.
[ Clears throat ]
This is Detective Inspector
Humphrey Goodman.
He'll be joining us officially
on Monday.
Margo is office support.
She basically
runs the place.
This is Kelby --
sorry, PC Hartford.
-Are you from the Met?
-Uh, well,
just for a while.
But, um, before that, I was
on attachment in the Caribbean.
-Cool.
-This will be you.
-So, uh, what happened to
the old DI?
-We m*rder*d him.
Buried him
in the car park.
-Retired.
-Good for him.
Uh, so,
what's in the log?
-Uh, two domestics,
three burglaries,
and a suspected shoplifter
in the interview room.
-We've also got a woman
in hospital
who's just reported
an as*ault.
-Injuries?
-Quite nasty.
They're worried there might be
long-term spinal damage.
-And do we know
who carried out the as*ault?
-A witch, apparently.
-Thank you, Margo.
-A witch?
-She was a little confused when
I spoke to her this morning.
I said we'd talk to her
again later.
-Yes, yes, of course.
Well, now I'm here,
how can I best help?
-I thought you were just
doing the tour?
-Yes, yes, yes, but my, um,
my paragliding lesson
got cut a bit short,
so I've got some time to k*ll.
Think of me as a w*apon.
Just point me where you think
I'd be most useful.
Pow!
♪♪
-Oh, you're back.
Where's Humphrey?
-He's gone for a look
around the police station.
-So, how did
the hang-gliding lesson go?
Hmm?
-He got stuck
in a tree.
-Course he did.
-Says here you stole
a bottle of perfume.
-Prove it.
-Which you threw in the harbour.
-Prove it.
-The fact that you stole
the perfume,
or that you threw it
in the harbour?
-Both.
-Well, you're not wearing
women's perfume,
so I'm assuming
it was a present.
For your mum?
Girlfriend?
As it's called
"Hot Love,"
I'm really hoping
it's your girlfriend.
Birthday, is it?
-Tomorrow.
-Wouldn't your 83p
have bought a card?
-I can't just get her a card,
can I?
That's well greezy.
-Bad.
-Well, you could have put
your lottery ticket inside it.
Would that
make it less...
greezy?
-That's not a bad idea,
to be fair.
-Can I give you
a bit of advice?
I think women aren't terribly
impressed by material things.
They might say they are, but
I think they're generally not.
You get far more brownie points
for a grand gesture,
something you've put
a bit of thought into.
Let's not ruin your girlfriend's
birthday tomorrow
by having you arrested
and charged for shoplifting,
shall we?
If you sign a statement
admitting the theft
of the perfume,
we'll let you off
with a caution.
She'll be none the wiser.
And you can spend
the whole of the year
saving up for
her next birthday.
How does that sound?
♪♪
-Right.
What's next?
Let's check out
the hospital.
-Her name is
Gwen Tyler.
We checked the home
security cameras.
They show that Gwen and her
husband were alone in the house
until 8:00 p.m., when he left
to go to a business meeting.
No one else entered the house
after the husband left,
until her assistant
arrived,
and found her unconscious
an hour later.
-So, if it was an accident,
why are we investigating
an alleged as*ault?
-Because,
despite it being clear
that she was
in the house alone,
she's now adamant that
she was pushed over the balcony.
-Strange.
Let's see what she has to say,
shall we?
-Can I say something?
-Yes. Of course.
-The way you conducted
the interview this morning
was very --
Intuitive?
-Reckless.
Josh Woods knows his rights
better than we do.
You didn't caution him,
offer him legal advice,
or tape the interview.
If he hadn't
agreed to it,
we couldn't have
charged him anyway.
-Yes, all true, Sergeant.
But sometimes all that's needed
is a little common sense.
I mean who hasn't nicked
something from a shop
when you're broke and need
a present for your girlfriend?
I mean not us, obviously,
we're police officers.
But, um...
others.
Not like us.
-I don't think I've ever
stolen anything, sir.
-Good.
Very good.
♪♪
♪♪
-See ya.
♪♪
-She's still drowsy from
her meds, and a little tearful.
-Mrs. Tyler?
This is Detective
Inspector Goodman.
We've just come to talk about
your fall.
-I told you,
it wasn't a fall.
I was pushed.
-Uh, yes.
You were on
your gallery landing,
using a stepladder
to change a light bulb?
-Yes.
-And you were alone
in the house?
-Yes.
-Then can you explain to us
why you think you were pushed?
-My wife thinks she was att*cked
by Old Mother Wheaten.
-This is Ben Tyler, sir,
Gwen's husband.
-And Old Mother Wheaten
is our witch, I presume.
-Our house is built on
the grounds of an old barn
where an old witch
was caught hiding
during the witch trials
of 1611.
She was dragged outside,
and burnt alive.
-Lordy.
Perhaps you can tell us
exactly what you remember.
-It's really hazy,
the whole day.
I...just keep getting flashes
of things.
I remember Ben
leaving.
I noticed a bulb had blown
on the landing.
I was on the stepladder,
replacing it.
I felt a hard push.
Then, I saw her.
-You saw her?
[ Heartbeat thumps ]
-She was standing
over me.
She was pulling me.
I know what it sounds like,
but I was conscious.
She was real.
I could even feel her breath
on my face.
-My wife has rather
a vivid imagination.
-I know what I saw, Ben.
I have a gift.
I've felt her presence
before.
She's still there.
-I'm sorry, but I really think
that's enough for now.
-Yes, I agree.
-I think we've got
everything we need.
-I'd like to see
the house.
♪♪
♪♪
-Is it me,
or is it really quiet?
-It's a police station.
That's a good thing.
-Is it?
Oh, yeah.
[ Phone ringing ]
-Hello.
Shipton Abbott Police Station.
-Hello.
-Um...
-Yeah, this is Shipton Abbott
Police Station.
-I've got another call.
Give me one second.
-Hello, Shipton Abbott
Police Station.
-Hello, uh,
Shipton Abbott Police Station.
Hold on.
-I still don't know
what we're doing here.
-We're investigating
an alleged as*ault.
-By a 17th century witch?
-We have a witness
who said she saw her.
-A witness who'd just
fallen off a balcony,
and landed on her head.
-Well, it's important to
at least look at her claims,
even if only to see why
she believes what she does.
-It's important to look at
the facts.
One -- she was alone
in the house,
and two -- the suspect has been
dead for 400 years.
-Yes, all valid points,
Sergeant.
Duly noted.
Tell me about her --
Old Mother Wheaten.
-The legend is
she used to steal newborns
from the village, take them
back to the woods to eat.
-Gosh.
-People claim to have seen her
up here.
-Well, if it was a witch, she
appears to have left her broom.
♪♪
♪♪
-I thought you said
"never again."
-These are for
the school charity stall.
And I didn't bake them.
I'm just redecorating them
to make it look like I did.
-Okay.
Well, I'm off to meet
a letting agent.
-Oh, you've only been here
three days.
-I'm looking at
café premises first.
We need to see how much of
our savings that eats up
before we even start to
think about a house.
-So I have to put up with you
for a little longer.
-Don't pretend
you don't love it.
-You know, sometimes
you're just like your father.
-Hard-working? Fearless?
-Obstinate.
-I'll be
a couple of hours.
-Don't be late.
I've invited Mum to supper.
-I won't.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
-Ah.
So this is her, is it?
Old Mother Wheaten.
-My wife thought that
acknowledging her presence
would allow her spirit
to settle.
-Uh, may I?
-Yeah. If you must.
[ Footsteps ]
♪♪
♪♪
-And, um, everything is as
it was the night your wife fell?
-Yes. I...
I haven't
been back here.
♪♪
♪♪
-Do we know exactly where
Mrs. Tyler was found
by the paramedics?
-Yeah.
They took
these pictures.
-And the assistant
raised the alarm?
-Yeah. Sarah Dodds.
She was dropping off
some paperwork.
-And, um,
what does your wife do?
-She owns 15 shops
selling tat to the tourists.
-Alternative lifestyle, candles,
natural beauty products --
-Like I said, tat.
-And what do you do,
Mr. Tyler?
-I am an architect.
-Did you have an appointment
last night?
-Yeah.
It was a
cheese and wine evening
for the local
business community.
Peter and Carol Meadows
were hosting.
-But your wife didn't go.
-No.
-Can I ask why?
-Well, she and Peter
were business partners
until a few weeks ago,
and then it all ended rather...
acrimoniously.
My wife can be very pig-headed
when she needs to be.
If there's nothing else,
I'd like to go back
to the hospital.
I don't think Gwen
should be on her own.
-Yeah. Yes.
Of course, yes.
I think we're done here.
-Great.
-Oh, m*llitary history.
-A hobby.
-What was it
Napoleon Bonaparte said?
That history is simply a set
of lies that everyone agrees on.
♪♪
♪♪
-Happy?
-No.
Sorry.
But I don't think she was found
where she fell.
-What?
-There were marks
on the handrail
where the steps fell,
but they were a good 10 feet
away from where the ladder was.
-You're saying
someone moved them?
-Yes. I am.
And as Gwen Tyler was found
directly below them,
that she means she was moved,
too, after she fell.
And if someone --
or something --
pushed her off that balcony
at that height,
it's not as*ault.
It's attempted m*rder.
♪♪
-Gwen came in to print off
some bank statements,
only her PIN on her laptop
wasn't working,
so she had to use mine.
Then, she said wanted some stuff
from the accountant's,
so I said I'd get them, and drop
it round her house later.
-And what time did you
get to the house?
-Well, I was planning
about 10:00.
Then, uh, she said
she was gonna work
after she got back from
her cheese and wine thing.
But then she texted me to say
she wasn't going after all,
so could I drop them
straightaway.
-And do you have the text?
-Uh, yeah.
Uh, there. 8:41.
-"Not going out now.
Bring papers ASAP."
Thanks.
-When you arrived at the house,
there was no answer, no?
-No.
I looked through
the glass.
-That's when I saw her.
I couldn't tell
if she was breathing,
so I phoned an ambulance.
-Well, can you
think of anyone
who might have cause to harm
Mrs. Tyler?
-Her and Ben
were always bickering,
and she could be short
with people.
-Did you know about her
falling out with Peter Meadows?
-Yeah.
Uh, he came in shouting the odds
last week.
She just laughed at him,
told him to grow a pair.
-Whatever happened
happened between Gwen
sending that message at 8:41
and Sarah Dodds
arriving at the house
around 9:00.
-You mean
that's when she fell.
-Perhaps.
-No, disrespect, sir,
but if we know she was
in the house alone,
how can it possibly be
anything else?
-And what about her being found
-Maybe she crawled.
-And the stepladder?
-I don't know, but there must be
a simple explanation.
The point is, if we accept both
that she was alone
and that she was pushed,
then we're also accepting that
it was done by a ghost.
-I want to see the camera
footage from that night.
♪♪
-Where were you
when we needed you?
-Why?
What happened?
-The minute you left,
the world went mad.
-Thank you.
We'll be in touch.
That makes 12.
-Car thefts.
-12?
-We only had five
in the whole of last year.
-Maybe it's a g*ng.
Check with other divisions.
See if they've had
anything similar.
-Yes, Sarge.
-Sorry for being
a nuisance.
-You're the boss.
-I got it!
-There.
The husband leaves
at 8:02,
leaving Gwen in the house
on her own.
♪♪
I've checked every frame,
and no one else
entered the house
until her assistant arrived
around an hour later.
She got in through an open patio
door, and called an ambulance.
She was alone
in that house.
-So it would seem.
-Then, we agree
it was an accident,
and that she was mistaken
about what she saw.
-Almost certainly.
Though cameras can be tampered
with, footage re-edited.
Maybe we should just
talk to Peter Meadows,
and ask him about
the business party he organised.
♪♪
This is great.
-We have it once a month.
Mostly local produce,
but there's a few
charity stalls,
tea, coffee,
cakes and stuff.
The Meadows always do
the cricket club stall.
Peter.
-Hello, Esther.
-Um, you two know each other?
-Our daughters
are the same age.
This is
Detective Inspector Goodman.
-Ah, so you're the new chap.
-Yes.
Yes, I am.
-Outstanding.
-Mr. Tyler tells us
he was with you last night.
Is that correct?
-Ben?
Oh, yes. Absolutely.
-At what time?
-Uh, golly.
Um...
not great at times.
-8:30.
-This is Carol,
my, uh -- my wife.
-DI Goodman.
And you're sure about the time?
-Yeah. I'm positive.
-Boom.
-When the doorbell rang,
I thought it was
Yvonne and Patrick
because they always arrive
on the dot.
But it was Ben.
-Yvonne and Patrick?
-Wiley.
-I see.
And at what time
did Mr. Tyler leave you?
-Oh, soon as the poor fellow
got the call from the hospital.
It was around, um...
-9:15.
-Yeah.
-And you were, um,
partners in Gwen's business
until very recently.
Is that right?
-Yes.
-And it ended somewhat
acrimoniously, I understand?
-Gwen can be
very difficult.
We disagreed on how the business
should move forward,
both said some things
we shouldn't have,
and, uh, ultimately agreed
to part company.
-And Gwen got
her own way.
-These things happen
in business.
♪♪
-Thanks for your help.
-Bye.
♪♪
-I saw the name,
but I thought it couldn't be.
-Hello, Sam!
So you're
my letting agent.
-Afraid so.
♪♪
♪♪
-The police
were just here.
They know something.
What are we gonna do, Ben?
-I...
I told you
not to call me.
♪♪
♪♪
-So, you have a daughter?
-Yes.
-Is she at school,
or is Dad looking after her?
-Her dad's not
on the scene anymore.
-I'm sorry.
-I'm not.
-Were you together long?
-About four hours.
Ah, there's Yvonne
and Patrick Wiley.
Carol Meadows said they were
there with Ben Tyler last night.
-Yes.
-Do you want to talk to them
before we go back in?
-Can't do any harm.
Do you know them?
-She's a chartered
accountant,
and he's got a home security
business on the trading estate.
She's also vying to become
our next MP --
at which point,
I will be moving abroad.
Mrs. Wiley?
Lovely to see you.
-DS Williams.
And you're our new Inspector,
I take it?
-Yes. Yes, I am.
Humphrey. Humphrey Goodman.
-Yes, I'm on the police
committee.
How can we help you?
-I understand you were at
Peter and Carol Meadows' house
last night?
-Why do you ask?
-We're investigating
Mrs. Tyler's fall.
-And that's prudent use
of police resources, is it?
Investigating someone
falling off a ladder?
-Her injuries
are quite serious.
-Yes, I'm well aware
of Gwen's condition.
I'm her accountant.
In fact, I was at the hospital
this morning.
-Yes.
Can you confirm what time you
arrived at the Meadows' house?
-Um...
-Yeah. It was just after 8:30.
-Yeah.
-I see.
And Mr. Tyler
was already there?
-Yes. He was.
-If you're her accountant,
uh, you'd have been aware
that Sarah Dodds was calling on
Gwen with some paperwork?
-Yes. Of course.
She collected them
from the office.
-Mr. Wiley,
you do home security systems.
Are you aware of the system
in the Tyler's house?
-Yes.
I, uh, I fitted it, um...
-It was just over
a year ago.
-Yeah.
-Can I ask?
The cameras -- could they be
tampered with in any way?
-How do you mean?
-Well, timecodes changed,
footage edited or deleted.
-No. They couldn't.
Whatever is on the DVR
is what the cameras recorded,
and the only way to
change that would be
to wipe the hard drive.
Then, you'd have nothing --
no pictures at all.
-Yes. We have the same system
ourselves.
-Thank you.
-Nice to meet you.
-Yes.
Thank you both
for your time.
-Sure.
-See ya.
♪♪
♪♪
-I saw her once --
Old Mother Wheaten.
-Really?
-I think it was her.
One Halloween,
up at Clappers Mill.
-So?
What happened?
-Well...
I looked at her...
she looked at me...
she got in her car,
and she drove off.
-Chief Superintendent
Woods called,
wanting to know where
our quarterly report is.
-Great.
-I said to try you
on your mobile.
-Thanks.
-You're welcome.
How's the new boy
working out?
-He's a bit...
-Annoying?
-Mm.
-I can always tell
when someone's annoying you.
You chew your pen.
♪♪
-Ugh!
-Oh, yikes.
Time I wasn't here.
-Oh, I'll drop you off.
-Do you mind?
-No -- as long as I can grab
a coffee on the way.
-Shipton witch...
ah, the Mother
Wheaten Experience.
Looks like our witch
is something of a celebrity.
-Ah.
It's for the tourists.
They have a visitors' centre
up in the woods.
-I shall put it on
my to-do list.
-Mm.
Safer than hang-gliding.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
-Oh.
Why aren't you dressed?
-Do you believe
in ghosts?
-Mum's dishing up.
-I'm ready.
-You're naked.
-I'm wearing pants.
-My mistake.
Come on, then.
-Maybe a tie.
So...
-[ Sighs ]
-...how was your day?
-Well, I think I might have
found somewhere for the café.
-That's amazing.
-Yeah, it would be
if we could afford it.
-Oh yeah.
-We'd need to get
an overdraft.
-That doesn't matter.
This is the dream.
Remember?
Shall we tell
your mum tonight?
-We agreed we'd wait for
the scan.
-This is the furthest
we've ever got.
-All the more reason.
-Yes, all right. Yes.
Be sensible.
-Says the man
wearing no trousers,
who spent most of his morning
stuck up a tree.
Nan, you remember Humphrey.
-Hello.
-Hello.
-I had to get another chair in
from the garage.
Help yourself
to vegetables.
Darling?
-Oh, thank you.
♪♪
[ Farting noise ]
-Thank you.
-Humphrey, tell Mum and Nan
about your ghost.
-Uh, yes.
Old Mother Wheaten.
-Oh, Gwen Tyler's place.
I heard about her fall.
How is she?
-Uh, not good.
Spinal damage,
they think.
-Oh heavens.
Poor girl.
-Yes.
Um, the thing is,
we're pretty sure
that she was alone in the house
when she fell,
but she swears
she saw a ghost.
-Well, there's always been
rumours of the site
of the old barn
being haunted.
Apparently, during the Shipton
witch trials,
witch-finder
Matthew Lloyd
dragged an old crone
out of there, and burnt her.
-Any relation?
Matthew Lloyd.
Because you're Lloyds.
Not the other bit.
Not the...crone part.
I would never
call you a "crone."
You're not old enough,
for a start, or ugly enough.
I mean, you're not ugly at all,
or old.
-Humphrey, stop.
-Sorry.
[ Farting noise ]
-Thank you.
-You do like it here,
though, don't you?
-It's what we talked about,
isn't it?
Making a fresh start
after...
after all the madness.
-Mm.
-You running
your own café,
and me finding lost tractors
and missing sheep.
Starting a family.
I do think we should be honest
with your mum about the IVF,
the whole wretched journey
we've just been through.
-We will,
but it's just too soon.
-Okay.
Think I'm just excited
about being a dad.
♪♪
Though it could quite easily
be terror.
♪♪
-You'll be
a brilliant dad.
♪♪
-Goodnight.
-'Night, Mum.
-'Night.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
[ Mysterious music plays ]
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
-The legend is that
she used to steal newborns
from the village, take them
back to the woods to eat.
-Just keep getting
flashes of things.
♪♪
-My wife thinks she was
att*cked by Old Mother Wheaten.
-Old Mother Wheaten.
-Our house is built
on the grounds of an old barn
where an old witch
was caught hiding
during the witch trials
of 1611.
-I saw her.
-She was dragged outside,
and burnt alive.
-She was standing there.
-I saw her once.
-People claim to have
seen her round here.
-I know what I saw, Ben.
She's real.
I've felt presence before.
-[ Screams ]
-Sir?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
-What?
-Sir, are you okay?
-How...
-Sir?
That's Mrs. Sommerville.
I think you gave her
quite a fright.
-Yes, I have her a fright.
-She works at
the visitors' centre,
part of the
Old Mother Wheaten attraction.
What were you doing
up here?
-I thought, if there was
an intruder,
they would have come
through the woods.
♪♪
-I hate to admit it, but you
could be onto something, sir.
I went through the phone records
for the day Gwen Tyler fell.
I'm not sure what it means,
but that morning she made a call
that lasted
around 15 minutes.
Then, the same number
called her back six times,
one after the other.
None of those six calls lasted
longer than 10 seconds.
I stopped by the hospital
to ask her about it.
-And?
-She had no recollection
of the call at all.
Between her memory loss
and the meds she's on,
she's not a lot of use
to us.
d-Do we at least know
whose number it was?
-Yes. We do.
Carol Meadows.
♪♪
-We were talking about Peter,
and I was telling her
I didn't want an atmosphere
at the cheese and wine evening.
-And the six calls
you made back to her
immediately afterwards?
-Did I?
-We could show you the call log,
if that would help.
-Oh, yeah, no,
I remember now.
Um, she mentioned me doing
some floral displays
for her shop windows,
so I tried calling back a few
times to ask how many shops,
but I couldn't
get through.
One of us must have had
no signal.
Is it important?
-He didn't!
Really?
Right, okay.
See you, love.
Bye.
The digging we did on Ben Tyler
didn't throw up anything
except a parking ticket
he got last month in Bristol.
-Thanks, Margo.
-Shall I carry on, then?
Nosing into
other people's business.
-You mean
background checks?
-Most fun I've had
since I've been here.
-Run some
financial checks, too.
According to Sarah Dodds,
Gwen Tyler was looking at
her bank statements.
Maybe there's a reason
for that.
-Bank statements.
Righty-o.
-Any news on
our car thefts?
-I checked with
the other divisions.
Nothing.
-There must be something
that links them all.
-Like what?
-They're all red.
♪♪
-I will get the solicitors
to draught up a lease,
and then,
once you've signed
and paid your three months
upfront,
you can pick up
the keys.
-Thank you, Sam.
-Are you glad to be back?
-You know what?
Yes, I am.
-I'll call you
when I've got the lease.
-Okay.
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-That's odd.
Carol Meadows was in Bristol
at the exact same time
Ben Tyler
got his parking ticket.
Look.
Two credit card transactions
on the two days he was there.
I checked, and both were less
than 100 yards from his hotel.
-Sex or money.
-Excuse me?
-Most crime tends to be about
either sex or money.
If you can identify at least
one of those as a motive,
you're halfway there.
♪♪
-It was a mistake.
Gwen and I were going through
a bit of a rough patch.
But it was over
as quickly as it started.
Look, I know how all this
must sound,
but the day after we got back,
I finished it.
It should never
have happened.
It was just sex.
-Did you know Gwen spoke
to Carol on the day she fell?
-Gwen found some text messages
on my phone.
I hadn't deleted them.
That's why she refused to go
with me to Peter and Carol's.
-So Carol Meadows lied to us
about the calls
because she's still hiding
the affair from her husband.
-And if Gwen kept hanging up
on her
when she tried to
call her back,
maybe she went to the house that
night to beg for her silence.
-If she did, how the hell did
she get in without being seen?
-Not very often, really.
No.
Well, he's a bit of an
acquired taste, if I'm
completely honest.
[ Laughs ]
He called me an "old crone"
the other day.
He said he was joking.
♪♪
-We're still
looking into it.
Other enquiries...
-Sex or money.
That's what you said,
isn't it?
There's an entry
in Gwen's business accounts
that shows £180,000 set aside
for her corporation tax.
-And?
-I can't find it.
Maybe she couldn't, either,
which is why she printed off
her bank statements at the shop,
and asked Sarah to bring other
financial papers to the house.
-You think
it was stolen?
-Who would have access
to company bank accounts?
-Her assistant, Sarah Dodds.
Her accountant.
-An unfaithful husband, lining
his pockets before he left her?
Her ex-partner,
Peter Meadows?
Maybe that's why
they fell out.
But they all have alibis
for the time she fell.
They were all at the same
cheese and wine event.
-Yes.
Unless...
Unless...
♪♪
♪♪
You're right.
They have alibis
for the time she fell,
but what if the time
is not the time?
We only got that time
from one source --
the text message supposedly sent
by Gwen to Sarah Dodds.
But we have no way
of corroborating that.
So, what if...
Gwen Tyler wasn't the one
who sent that message?
-Someone else
used her phone?
-Why not?
-I'll do a mass data check
for the night she fell.
Telecom can run a triangulation,
and tell us exactly
where the phone was
when that message was sent.
-Very good.
-Hi, there.
I'm calling from Shipton Abbott
Police Station.
♪♪
Um, I need a mass
data check.
-Margo, can you dig into
the finances of anyone
who worked at
Gwen Tyler's company?
I mean anyone who had access
to her accounts.
-Stick a broom
up my backside,
I'll sweep up at the same time,
if you like.
-Thank you.
♪♪
"Stick a broom up my..."
Broom!
-You're not gonna
believe this.
-That that message was sent
from the other side of town,
from the Meadows' house?
-Yes.
-I think I've got it.
Look at this.
-There's nothing there.
-Look again.
The broom.
-So it fell.
-Except...
Watch.
Someone put it back up.
But who?
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♪♪
♪♪
-Esther...
stand there for me.
Kelby.
And Margo.
Yes.
-I'm not doing anything funny.
-Okay.
Now, put your hands to the side
of your head, like this.
Find your inner Kylie.
Now, when I say,
all count to five in your head.
On five, move anticlockwise
to your left one quarter turn.
Count five seconds, turn again,
then five, turn right,
five more, right again,
till you're back
where you started.
Got it? Go.
♪♪
♪♪
Hello!
-Gwen Tyler was supposed to join
husband Ben
at a cheese
and wine evening
at the home of Peter
and Carol Meadows,
but after discovering his affair
with Carol Meadows,
Gwen refused to go,
so he left the house alone.
Once he'd gone,
the security camera footage
shows that no one else
came to the house.
♪♪
-But what if, like the message
that wasn't really a message,
what if the cameras recorded
what they saw,
they just didn't see
everything?
I don't know why
I didn't register it before.
They are pan-and-tilt
cameras.
We had them at the station
in London.
They move intermittently
to cover different zones.
So I think,
having come through the woods,
Gwen Tyler's attacker waited
at the bottom of the drive.
I also think they believed
that both Ben and Gwen
were in the car.
Thinking the house was now
empty, they chose their moment.
They knew that,
every time the cameras moved,
they left a blind spot,
just for a few seconds.
Move!
So, if you time it
exactly right,
it's possible
to pass them unnoticed.
-Which is how our attacker
got in without being seen.
-Sorry to interrupt,
only I did some more nosing,
like you asked,
and I found this--
a month ago, Patrick Wiley's
business filed for bankruptcy,
but last week,
the application was withdrawn.
-His creditors
were just shy of £200,000.
Proof of payments to support
withdrawing the application
were submitted by --
-Yvonne Wiley.
-So she stole the money
from Gwen's tax account.
-It's the only thing
that makes sense.
My guess is that she was simply
using Peter to pay Paul,
that she intended to pay
the money back.
But in order to cover up
her deceit in the meantime,
she disabled Gwen Tyler's
banking PIN number.
-Not expecting that she'd go to
one of the shop computers,
and print off bank statements
using Sarah Dodds' PIN.
-And this is a woman who is
a pillar of the community,
aspiring to be an MP,
someone whose position
and reputation is everything.
She could never live with
the shame of a bankrupt husband
any more than she could live
with being branded a thief.
She had to get
those statements back.
Gwen Tyler told Sarah Dodds
she'd be working
when she got back from
the cheese and wine evening,
so Yvonne thought she had
a small window of opportunity
to find those statements.
But when she realised
that Gwen was still here,
her plan was ruined.
♪♪
And so, she had to find
another one.
-I felt a hard push.
♪♪
Then, I saw her.
♪♪
-Opportunistic
it may have been,
but it was certainly murderous
in intent.
Then, she remembered
what she came for --
Gwen's bank statements.
♪♪
Now, she needed an alibi.
She knew that Sarah Dodds
was arriving later
with more paperwork,
and that she could provide
that alibi,
but there was a problem.
She needed Sarah to be able
to see Gwen's body
from the window
when she came.
She had to move her.
-I could even feel her breath
on my face.
-That's why she had
the sensation of being pulled.
-When she'd moved the body,
she was smart enough to realise
that she needed to move
the step ladder to match.
Clever --
very clever.
But ultimately
her undoing,
because now the ladder
was in a different place
to the marks on the handrail
where it actually fell.
Then, to cement her alibi,
she needed Gwen's phone.
Everything done, she leaves the
house the same way she came in.
Remember, she told us
that she and her husband
had the same
camera system,
so she knew the anomalies
of zonal cameras.
Crucially, though, she made the
mistake of replacing the broom
that she'd knocked over
on the way in.
-Hello.
Oh, hello there.
Come on in.
Nice to see you.
-As soon as she arrived,
she sent a text,
using Gwen's phone,
to Sarah Dodds,
giving her
a cast-iron alibi.
And she told us
she'd been to the hospital,
so could easily put the phone
back in Gwen's bag.
-That's rather brilliant.
-Clever.
-Wait.
So, it wasn't an accident?
-I'll explain it
to him later.
♪♪
♪♪
-This is all your fault,
you stupid man!
You and your bloody
bankruptcy.
♪♪
-I'm not sure if she'll
be relieved or disappointed
when we tell her she wasn't
att*cked by Old Mother Wheaten.
[ Excited talking ]
♪♪
♪♪
Ah.
Grand gesture.
I have a terrible feeling
I may be partly responsible.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
-I still think
we should have told her
about her husband
having an affair.
-It's only a matter of time
before she remembers herself.
-Well, considering you don't
actually start until Monday,
you've certainly made
an impression.
-Is that good or bad?
-If we ignore
disregarding facts,
being bloody-minded
and irrational,
getting stuck in a tree,
locking up a member of
the police committee,
almost giving Mrs. Sommerville
a heart att*ck,
and inciting the theft
of 12 cars,
mostly good, I think.
-Mostly good?
I can build on that.
-Oy!
-Martha!
-Oy, come back here!
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-I'm so sorry.
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♪♪
[ Phone ringing ]
♪♪
♪♪
-Martha?
Sorry I missed
your call.
Martha?
♪♪
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♪♪
-Don't.
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