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PIERCING SCREAM

BIRDS FLUTTER

♪ One morning in
the month of June

♪ Down by a rolling river

♪ That a weary traveller
chanced to stay

♪ And here beheld his lover

♪ Her cheeks were red,
her eyes were brown

♪ Hair in ringlets hanging down

♪ She'd a lovely
face without a frown

♪ Just as the tide
was flowing. ♪

It must have been so
humiliating for her.

Ugh. I could murder h...

Mum! Mm?

Oh, I was just about
to bring you breakfast.

Why?

Well, we thought...

What?

You might be hungry.

There's no time for breakfast.

We've got a wedding
to plan, remember?

It's next week.

Is it?

Gosh, I suppose
we've been so busy,

what with the fostering
application and the training.

And we don't want
anything too grand.

No.

You won't have anything at
all if I don't make a start.

HE SIGHS Thank you.

Morning, sleepyhead.

Morning!

What are you smirking about?

Don't tell me.

Jack finally asked
you out. Gross.

No. Anyway, he's been
linking with Gabby.

So, come on, spill.

I can read you like a book.

Promise you won't get mad?

I promise.

Please tell me
that's a transfer.

Three Little Birds.

The song Dad sang to
me when I was born.

I thought you'd like it.

You're 16 years old!

Who did this to
you? Does it matter?

Yes, it does! Why?

Because it's illegal
to tattoo a minor!

Well, I told them I was
18. It's not their fault.

You promised not to get mad.

You are getting that removed,

and they will have
to be prosecuted.

No, I won't. You
don't understand!

PHONE RINGS

What?!

Oh, sorry, Margo.
I didn't realise.

OK, thanks. On my way.

Morning.

The victim was
found unconscious,

possible head injury, and
a wound to the shoulder,

which could be serious,
depending on the internal damage.

They're rushing her
to hospital now.

They will need to
surgically remove the arrow.

Arrow? Yes.

As in bow and arrow? Yes.

Want to talk about
it? Not right now.

Right, OK. So, is this
the person that found her?

Rebecca Thompson, yes.

And what do we know
about the victim?

Well, she had ID with her,

so we know she's Niamh
Kirby, 53 years old.

She also had binoculars
and a bird book,

so she could have been
out here bird-watching.

Right, OK.

So, let's speak to our witness.

Hello. I'm DI Goodman. I
believe you found the victim.

Th-that's correct.

Um, I was out walking

and I heard a scream,

so I... I ran towards it

and... found this poor
woman just lying there,

still.

She'll be OK, won't she?

It's hard to say at this point.

Is the victim known to you?

No, I've never seen her before.

Would you mind?

And what time did you find her?

Um...

I can check when I made
the call to the ambulance.

Yes, 8:32 I made the call.

And you heard the
scream just before that?

Yes, that's right.

And you didn't see anyone
or anything unusual?

No. No, nothing.

No? Nothing at all? No.

How strange.

Eggshell.

Huh.

Right, well, thanks
for your help, Rebecca.

We may need to talk
to you again. OK.

In the meantime, if you can think of
anything at all that might help...

Did our witness seem
a little off to you?

Off? How?

Oh, perhaps it's nothing.

I just couldn't help feeling
like she was hiding something.

Zoe got a tattoo.

A tattoo?

Wait, but she's
only... 16. I know.

Well...

Well, I suppose you can
obtain a passport at that age,

join the Army, fly a glider.

Sorry, that's not
very helpful, is it?

Yes, that is a tricky one.

You don't know the half of it.

HUBBUB

Hi, there. You're
in the hospital.

We're just taking you to
the operating theatre.

Where's Lewis?

Who's Lewis, love?

We can't be sure

which direction the
victim was shot from.

But, you know, even
if we're dealing

with an Olympian archer

who could shoot accurately
from 100 metres out, say,

the victim was shot
in broad daylight

in open, completely
unobscured land.

Except for the tree.

But even still. How did
they escape without, um...

Rebecca.

Rebecca seeing them?

I have no idea.

Right, let's head
over to the hospital,

see if the victim is awake.

Kelby, can you make sure
to sweep the whole area

in case the shooter
dropped anything?

Oh, and get a photo
of the billboard

before you head back.
Will do, sir. Thank you.

Are you OK?

What's wrong?

I had an argument with Mum.

Oh, it'll pass.

Mum and I are always arguing.

Oh.

"Take whatever you
can of your dad"

"and keep it to remember him."

That's what you said, remember?

Yeah, but I didn't mean...

No, you were right. I just...

I thought Mum would understand,

but she just flew
off the handle.

It must have been
a shock to her.

Look, we don't always react
in the best way in the moment,

but that doesn't mean
she doesn't love you

or isn't proud of you.
Doesn't feel like it.

Oh, she'll come round.

You'll see.

This isn't about her.
I did it for my dad.

Pot of tea, please, darling.
I've got some calls to make.

OK. Thank you.

Lucy, hello. Hi,
Detective, Sergeant.

You here about Niamh Kirby?

Er, we are, yes. Um,
how is she doing?

She's still in surgery.

How long will it
take, do you think?

It's hard to say. It's
quite a tricky procedure.

Oh? Right. Have any next
of kin been informed?

Has anyone turned up to see her?

It's really sad. She
doesn't seem to have anyone.

But she was asking for
someone called Lewis

when they brought her in.
Don't know if that's helpful.

Ah. I can give you a call

as soon as the surgeon's
out, if you like.

Er, yes, thank you, Lucy.

Good.

Mum... Mm?

Don't you think we should talk?

Yes, I do.

I need the address of
some of your suppliers.

Now, the hotel is
organising the menu,

but I need canapes and champagne
for when the guests arrive.

I wasn't talking about the
wedding. Wait, what hotel?

Heathfield House. They're
doing the reception.

Which reminds me - cake.

Mum, can you just
slow down a minute?

Haven't got time to
slow down, darling.

If I leave all this to you and
Humphrey, there won't be a wedding!

I'm worried about you.
Oh, don't be silly.

I've organised bigger
events than this.

Now, tell Humphrey -
cake-tasting 6pm sharp.

Mm?

PHONE RINGS

Derek, thanks for
getting back to me.

No, that would... that would
be... that would be good.

Did you manage to get the...?

Map of Abbott Moor and address of the
local archery club? That's the one!

Thank you.

Um, I'm sorry, Margo,

about earlier, on the phone.

We've all had one of those days.

MESSAGE ALERT

Margo, can you look into
someone called Lewis?

Connected to the
victim, Niamh Kirby.

Lewis and Niamh Kirby?

Hang on, this rings a bell.

I don't really understand
the whole cake-tasting thing.

I mean, I've been eating
cake my whole life.

Why do I need to
taste them all again?

Right, get this.

Turns out, the land where
the incident happened

belongs to the victim's
brother-in-law, Patrick Kirby.

Interesting. So, is he the one
that's developing the hotel and spa?

Yeah, looks like it.

Patrick Kirby has had
full ownership of the land

for ten years and
has been trying

to push through the
development ever since.

That's the badger!

There was this case
from ten years back.

The victim's husband,
Patrick Kirby's brother,

Lewis Kirby, he went
missing ten years ago.

Niamh accused Patrick
of murdering Lewis.

Made an official complaint,

but had no proof to back it up.

Patrick claimed Lewis was
unhappy in his marriage

and wanted a fresh start,

so went to go and study flora
in a national park in Montana,

according to his statement.

He got a few text messages to
say that he'd arrived safely

but then went totally off-grid.

So, as far as the
DI was concerned,

there was nothing
to investigate.

And Lewis signed over the land
to Patrick before he left?

Apparently so.

Right.

Sounds like we need to go and
speak to the brother-in-law.

We should also stop off
at the archery club,

get a list of members.

Yes. You can kill two birds with
one stone by the looks of it.

The brother-in-law
owns the archery club.

The plot thickens!

And this

this makes no sense!

How did

the archer get away on unobstructed
land without being seen?

Except for the tree.

Yes, but if they managed
to hide behind the tree,

they still would have had
to make their getaway.

Ooh, there's more.

The graffiti on the sign.

What about it?

There's a wildlife activist
group that have been fighting

the development in court,

claiming that it's a
protected nesting site

for peregrine falcons.

And guess who runs the group?

The victim, Niamh Kirby.

Nope.

Our witness, Rebecca Thompson.

Right.

Margo, check if
there's any connection

between Niamh and Rebecca.

Sergeant, let's go and
speak to Patrick Kirby.

VEHICLE APPROACHES

DOORS OPEN AND CLOSE

Here for some target practice?

Unfortunately, no.

I did always fancy
a bash, though.

I can book you in for a
lesson right now, if you like.

Oh, no, thank you.

Um, no. I'm...

HE GRUNTS

I'm a policeman. DI Goodman.

This is DS Williams.

Ah. Pleased to make
your acquaintance.

I'm Patrick Kirby.
How can I help?

Niamh Kirby was attacked
on your land this morning.

Abbott Moor.

Niamh?

Is she all right?

She's being operated
on at the moment.

We will know more once
they've removed the arrow.

Arrow?

We're trying to establish

who might have had reason
to attack the victim.

Well, you can't possibly
think that I might have.

She's my sister-in-law.

So, there's no bad blood
between you and the victim?

No! No, of course not.

I mean, um,

we had a misunderstanding,
I suppose you might call it,

many years ago,

but that's all water
under the bridge now.

Mind if I look around?

Be my guest.

PATRICK SIGHS

So, can you tell us where you
were at 8:30 this morning?

Oh, well, I was at my
solicitor's office.

I can give you her number
if you'd like to check.

Yes, please.

Right. Oh.

Er, you see,

I'd normally be
taking my daily walk

around the development site.

It's a visualisation
technique I like to practise.

But this morning

I had a last-minute
call from my solicitor.

Breakthrough in
the case, you see.

Blasted activists
have run out of money

and lost their solicitor.

And without proof that the moor
is a peregrine nesting site,

the development can
finally go through.

Ah. Are these the plans here?

Yes, indeed. There'll be
something for everyone.

Swimming pools here,

mini golf, archery, of course,

a state-of-the-art spa.

And this section here? Oh.

The surveyor's report said that
there was a risk of subsidence,

so I'm keeping that beauty
spot as a place for guests

to enjoy the nature.

Ah.

Can't they do that as it is?

What's that? Oh, nothing.

Ah! This your brother, Lewis?

Yes.

He's out in California,

studying flora.

Gone completely off-grid.

Each to their own, I suppose.

Alibi checks out.

Great.

Well, I'm glad I could
have been of assistance.

I do hope you catch the person
that did this to poor Niamh.

Thank you.

Sergeant. Hmm?

Oh, yeah. Interesting.

Missing a bow, are we, Mr Kirby?

What? I...

Well, it must have been stolen.

Ah. Did you report a break-in?

Well, no, I've only just
seen that it's missing.

So, no sign of a break-in
when you arrived this morning?

No.

Anyone else have
keys to the club?

No-one.

Just me.

PHONE RINGS

OK.

OK. Thanks, Lucy.

Our patient is out of surgery.

What about the insurance?

For my bow?

Don't I get a police
report or something?

If you can prove it
was stolen, then yes.

Hello.

Hello.

Sorry to disturb
you. I'm DI Goodman.

How are you feeling?

A bit groggy, actually.

Like I've been shot with
an arrow, I suppose.

Yes, indeed.

It seems like you
had a lucky escape.

Do you feel up to
a few questions?

Yes. Please... go ahead.

OK. Can you remember
what happened?

No, not really. Sorry.

Er...

I felt something,

a sharp pain in my
shoulder, and then.

I don't know. I must
have passed out.

Did you see anyone? Or
anything suspicious?

No, nothing.

Any reason why someone
might want to hurt you?

No.

No, I don't think
so. I mean, I'm...

I was a Pilates teacher.

Not much of a threat.

Well, I tried Pilates once.

The teacher was
definitely threatening!

I was just out bird-watching,

trying to find a...

Oh...

I can't remember the name.

I had a book, a bird book.

In your bag, perhaps?
Yes, yes. Would you mind?

No, of course not.

In fact, it might help me
identify some kind of eggshell.

Might that be in there?

Well, what did it look like?

Oh, a sort of a
reddish-brown colour.

Yes, I know that one. Yeah.

Oh!

I'm so sorry.

No, not at all. I've got it.

Hang on, what's this?

I don't know.

It's probably rubbish.
Throw it away.

Right.

Thank you.

Sorry.

Oh, that's all right.

You've been through a
lot. I'll get the nurse.

Thank you. Leave you to rest.

Lucy?

Lucy.

Everything all right, Niamh?

Peregrine falcon!

The eggshell.

Sounds like peregrine falcon.

Thank you.

They mate for life.

Very romantic, don't you think?

Very.

What's that?

A letter to Niamh. It
fell out of her book.

She said it was
rubbish, but listen.

"The land doesn't belong
to Lewis any more,

"and if you don't stop writing
letters to the council"

"and defaming my name,"

"I'll be forced to
take matters further."

Signed "P".

Patrick? I'd put money on it.

Well, if that doesn't
sound like a motive,

I don't know what does. Quite.

So, what did the surgeon say?

He said that she's
as strong as an ox,

so she should make
a full recovery.

Pilates teacher.

And the head injury?

They did a CT scan and
no sign of head injury,

so she will be
discharged later today.

But according to
her medical records,

she was recently diagnosed
with young-onset dementia.

Oh, dear.

Hmm.

PHONE RINGS

Shipton Abbott Police
Station. How can I help?

Oh, hi, Anne.

Right.

Yeah.

Pff...

Well, right, er,
leave it with me.

Kelby,

we've been tasked

with something of
great importance.

Say no more. Yeah.

Actually, maybe some
details might be useful.

DOOR OPENS Sh.

Right, looks like we
might have a matching set.

Well done, Kelby.

Do we have one of those
UV detector things

for bicycle serial
numbers? Yes, sir.

Now, if this is the
bow that's missing

from Patrick's storeroom,

he was asking about an
insurance claim earlier,

so perhaps he's marked it.

There it is.

"Property of PK."

Seems pretty conclusive.

A bit too conclusive,
wouldn't you say?

Plus, Patrick has
an airtight alibi,

so he couldn't have been there
at the time of the shooting.

There was one person
that was there

at the time of the shooting.
Our witness - Rebecca Thompson.

Who, as it stands,

has no reason to
harm the victim,

and zero evidence
pointing to her.

No, it's... something else.

We're missing something.

What is it?

I'll get this to forensics
before they shut,

see if they can rush it through.

Wait, what time is it? 4:30.

Right, let's call
it a day, shall we?

Come at it fresh from tomorrow.

Have a nice evening.

Oh! Hi.

Hi. Sorry, I was
just looking for Zoe.

She left early.

OK. Thanks, Martha.

She showed me the tattoo.

SHE SIGHS

Did she also tell you
what a bad mum I am?

Well, that's absolutely
not true, but no.

She just said you argued.

And I think I owe
you an apology.

What?

I think it's partly
my fault, the tattoo.

We were talking about
her dad, and I said

she should find a way
to keep him with her.

I didn't realise how she
might interpret that.

I'm so sorry.

God, no, this isn't on
you. Really it's not.

The truth is, it's not
even about the tattoo

not that I approve,
because I don't.

But it's more than that.

I think it's actually my fault.

Yours?

It doesn't leave this room?

I swear.

I lied.

I don't understand.

The story about Zoe's dad

singing Three Little Birds
to her when she was born.

I made it up.

I told Zoe her dad died

on the way back
from the hospital,

but his accident was
on the way there.

He never even met her.

But how could I tell her that?

Oh, Esther.

Zoe was really struggling
with... not having a dad,

not having any
memories to hold on to.

It was a stupid
spur-of-the-moment thing,

I know that, but my
daughter was hurting.

She was looking for
something, anything

to make him feel real,

part of her life.

So I lied to her.

Said he held her in his arms

that he sang to her
Three Little Birds.

It wasn't much, but
it was a memory.

Their memory.

What mum wouldn't
give their child

something they needed?

But it was still a lie.

And now, because of it,
she's done that to her body.

How can I ever
tell her the truth?

Uh! I didn't

have time for lunch. Hmm?

Oh...

SHE SIGHS

We've been a little worried
about you, you know.

There's no need.

DOOR OPENS Just... one bite.

DOOR CLOSES Oh,
I'm sorry I'm late!

Well, we were going to
choose your wedding cake,

but Humphrey has
already made a start.

He seems to like the
cherry and apricot best,

so we'll have to go with that.

I'll go and make a call,
so they can get baking.

How's she been?

Slightly manic.

She won't even let me
say Richard's name,

let alone talk
about what happened.

Probably still processing.

But you see what's happening?

She's using the wedding planning

to take her mind off it.

Ah, yes, classic deflection.

We have to do something.

Really?

I mean, isn't it good she's
got something else on her mind?

You think?

Well, yes.

I mean, a wedding is a wedding.

How bad can it be?

I've ordered a dozen of these.

I thought we could hang
them from the ceiling,

as if they're in flight.

Won't that be wonderful?

Ooh!

ANNE GIGGLES

DOOR OPENS

Zoe?

FRIDGE DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

MUSIC ON PHONE:
Three Little Birds.

♪ Don't worry

♪ About a thing

♪ Because every little thing

♪ Is gonna be all right

♪ It's gonna be all right

♪ It's gonna be all right. ♪

OK.

It's all they had left
in the shop, but...

"On it! Till we vomit"? Yeah...

Probably not quite
the right vibe.

Probably not.

I'll see if I can return them.

Um, what did you
do for your hen do?

Which one? Any of them, I guess.

Hang on, how many did you have?

Certain things you
should never ask a woman

her age, what she keeps
in her bedside drawer,

and how many times
she's been married.

Technically, I only asked
how many hen dos you've had.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Morning! Morning, all. Right.

Let's try and crack
this case, shall we?

OK, so, I think Patrick
hired someone to shoot Niamh

whilst he was at
his solicitor's,

giving him an alibi.

It still doesn't explain
how no-one saw him.

Yes. And he only knew
about the meeting

with the solicitor that morning.

Doesn't give him much
time to hire a hit man.

Person. Er, excuse me?

Hit person.

Person. Hit person, yes, sorry.

And a hit person that's a
proficient archer at that.

Well, I think
Rebecca framed him.

If all the evidence is
pointing at Patrick,

but there's no way he could
be at the scene of the crime,

and you've got Rebecca,

who definitely was at
the scene of the crime,

who has no evidence
pointing at her

but it turns out has a major
grudge against Patrick!

Yes, but then why
shoot an innocent woman

with an arrow just
to frame Patrick?

And how would she get the
bow and arrow without a key?

No, no, there must
be a simpler way

to set him up, if that
was her intention.

People do desperate things
in desperate situations.

And you said yourself

that Rebecca was maybe
hiding something.

Yes, you're right.

Perhaps we should go and
find out what that is.

Come along!

I'll be there in a sec.

Um...

Can I ask you a
personal question?

You can ask...

Do you regret
getting your tattoos?

Only one, for reasons
I will never divulge.

For the rest

it's all part of my journey,

part of who I am.

Why?

You thinking of getting one?

Oh, no, not me, no.

I just wondered.

CHUCKLING

Hey. At last!

Wow! At last, eh?

Great.

There we go. Cheers.

Sorry for interrupting.

Well, no.

No, I... I was
actually wondering

how she is, the woman I found.

She'll be fine.

Oh, thank God.

So, what are we celebrating?

Well, as of this morning,

the council have
finally rejected

Patrick Kirby's
development plans.

The peregrines can
now live in peace.

Ah.

And what made them
change their minds?

Well, we finally found
proof of the nesting site.

Sergeant

same as the eggshell piece
we found at the scene.

When was this taken?

I... Er...

Er...

May I...?

Yes, go ahead.

CAMERA WHIRS

I took it yesterday morning.

So, you weren't
just out walking?

Not quite. What were you doing?

I was doing what
needed to be done.

The photo was taken at 8:27am.

Yes.

So, you heard the scream
directly after taking the photo?

SHE GULPS

That's convenient timing.

I suppose it was.

You're clearly a good
person, Miss Thompson, but.

I can't imagine it will
sit well on your conscience

if the perpetrator of
the attack on Niamh Kirby

got away with it because
you got the time wrong.

I was desperate.

I had to prove

that the peregrines were
nesting on the moor.

You were out planting evidence.

So, what time did you
actually hear the scream?

About ten past eight.

I thought it was
probably nothing,

but I got the photos
and ran straight over,

just in case, and
then I found her.

We'll need you to
go into the station

to revise your statement.

Yes, of course. I'll...

I'll just finish up
and head straight over.

I'm sorry. I...

I feel terrible.

But sometimes it's necessary
to take drastic action

for the greater good.

What time did Patrick arrive
at his solicitor's yesterday?

Er, she said he
got there at 8:30.

8:30.

So, if Rebecca heard
the scream at 8:10,

would that give Patrick
enough time to shoot Niamh

and get to his
solicitor's for 8:30?

Do we know the
solicitor's address?

Oh, yes, I've got it somewhere.

Um...

Phone.

CLEARS THROAT

So, it's an 18-minute drive

from the moor to
his solicitor's.

That's tight, but doable.

Either way,

we've definitely got enough
evidence to take him in.

Can you pick up Patrick? I
should go and update Niamh.

No problem.

HE YELLS

I suppose you think
this is funny!

SIREN WAILS

TV: I know I'm banging on
about birds all day long,

but they would love it
because they eat moths

and they love a spider,
which is, you know...

LAUGHTER

I haven't finished.
I've got things to do.

I've still got my big...

OK, the sound, the
cheep-cheep-cheep sound...

PHONE RINGS

Oh, phones!

Hello?

PANTING

Er, the forensic
results are back

from the bow and arrow.

Great. Go ahead.

Er... are you all right?

Oh, yeah, I'm just blowing...

Oh, no... Er, bubbles.

Bubbles?

Er, yeah. Er, er...

No fingerprints found,

which means the perpetrator
likely wiped them clean

or wore gloves.

Right.

Why bother to wear gloves when
your bow has your name on it?

Anything else?

Er...

They found traces of
wood fibres on the nock.

The nock?

The end of the arrow?

Exactly.

There's a diagram here

which shows where
the traces are.

I'll send you the report over.

Wood fibres?

Just the nock, though?

Yeah, looks like it.

OK. I'm at Niamh Kirby's house.

Let's pick this up later.

Wood fibres...

Bubbles?

Sorry about the mess.
Oh, no, not at all.

Oh, can I offer
you a cup of tea?

No, no, I'm fine, thank you.

Oh. Ah.

It's... It's an amazing...

That's my husband, Lewis.

He used to make these
films of the moor,

documenting all the wildlife,

change of seasons,

that sort of thing.

He made a lot of
them, I can see.

I watch them now so
I don't forget him.

You've caught me on a
good day, Detective.

My Aunt Mary has dementia.

So, I hope I have some
small understanding

of what it must be like for you.

I only wish I could offer
you some words of comfort.

Well, sometimes
there are no words.

You know, it's not true
that Lewis went to...

SHE SIGHS

Montana.

That's what Patrick
claimed, isn't it?

But Lewis hated flying.

The metal plate in his leg would
always set off the security thingy,

and he always got airsick.

He was happy here.

He... He loved the moors.

He loved me. I know he did!

I'm sorry.

Oh, please, don't be.

It must be so hard for you
to... to lose him like that,

to not know where he
is, whether he's safe.

Thank you.

You're very kind, Detective.

You know, perhaps I will
stay for that cup of tea,

but I will make it. Just point
me in the right direction.

Oh, it's just
through there. Great.

HE HUMS CHEERILY

Sugar...

Ah, sugar.

"Archery club."

Oh. Tea.

Thank you. Yes.

NIAMH SIGHS

Are you married, Detective?

Oh, er, I'm...

Well, as a matter of fact,
we tie the knot next week.

Oh, how wonderful!

Yes. When we got married,
it was just the two of us.

We borrowed a couple of
strangers to be our witnesses.

I am so sorry, Mrs
Kirby, but I must get on.

Of course. I'm sorry
to have kept you.

Um, did you say
why you were here?

No.

Sorry.

We arrested Patrick Kirby.

SHE GASPS

Thank you, Detective.

No, please

don't thank me yet.

Come on, pick up,
pick up, pick up.

Esther. Sir?

Hi. Can you meet
me up on the moor?

Oh, and bring an arrow, please.

If a tree falls in a forest
but no-one is there to hear it,

does it make a sound? What?

We've been looking at
this all wrong, Sergeant.

If someone was
shot with an arrow

but no-one is there to shoot it,

then they probably weren't
shot at all. Is that the arrow?

Er, yeah. Sorry, it was
the best I could find.

Great.

That should do the trick.

How tall would you
say Niamh Kirby is?

5'4 ", 5'5"? I guess.

That would make her a
bit shorter than me.

Yeah, so shoulder height
would be about... here.

Oh, yes, found it!

Here, look at this.

Found what?

You were right to flag the tree,
but not in the way you think.

Wood fibres!

Unless you were looking
specifically for it,

it would just appear
as an innocuous nick.

You've lost me.

Niamh has been adamant all along

that Patrick killed her husband

and lied about Lewis
signing over the land,

but no-one ever believed her.

So, when she found
out she had dementia,

she realised she would
soon forget everything

her husband, her theory on
his disappearance, everything.

So, I believe that Niamh
was seeking justice

and protecting
Lewis's beloved moor.

You think Niamh framed Patrick?

I think Rebecca is right.

Sometimes it's necessary

to take drastic action
for the greater good.

It didn't seem
relevant at the time,

but when we were
at Patrick's office

I noticed that both
Patrick and Lewis's names

were on the licence
for the club,

which means they were
joint owners before.

Which means Lewis had
a set of keys. Exactly.

And that's why he said no-one
else had a set of keys,

because as far as he was
concerned, Lewis was gone.

Now, when I went to
visit Niamh earlier,

she had a box of
Lewis's belongings.

I believe she found a set of
keys for the archery club...

KEYS JANGLE

and that's when the idea formed.

The night before the incident,

she used the keys to
enter the archery club

and take Patrick's bow and arrow

before anyone would notice,

wearing gloves to
avoid leaving prints.

Then... I believe Niamh
planted the bow in the bush,

knowing it was only
a matter of time

before someone found it.

Then, all Niamh had
to do was to use

the force of her body weight

to push the arrow
into her shoulder.

The perfect nonfatal injury.

SHE SCREAMS

It would take
considerable strength,

but, as the doctor
confirmed, she was strong.

I think Niamh then distanced
herself from the tree

so as not to draw
attention to it,

but moments later passed
out from the pain.

And she probably would have known
that this is the time of day

when Patrick takes
his daily walks.

Precisely.

She already had the threatening
letter from Patrick,

so she just needed to
allow all the evidence

to point to him.

It's probably rubbish.
Throw it away.

There was no way she
could have foreseen

Rebecca lying about the
time she heard the scream

and about Patrick's
meeting with his solicitor,

otherwise... her plan
may well have worked.

But to injure
yourself like that?

I mean, she could have died.

I suppose, in Niamh's head,
she had nothing left to lose.

This was her last chance
to make Patrick pay

for what she was
convinced he'd done.

It all seems so tragic.

I know.

Which means Patrick is innocent,

and Niamh did all
that for nothing?

She did it for love.

Yeah, well.

I guess we're all
guilty of that. Hmm.

We'd better go and
release Patrick.

I was so sure he'd done it.

He's just got that
air about him.

Yeah, he did.

I'll tell Patrick
he's free to leave.

Yes.

Great.

Or

Could we hold him
for a bit longer?

Why?

What if Niamh was right?
That Patrick killed Lewis?

She's been adamant all along,

enough to frame him.

Margo, can you find out who
Patrick Kirby's surveyor is,

and get a copy of the report
for his hotel development?

On it.

And if Niamh is right,

I think I know where Lewis is.

So, you don't
think he's off-grid

in a national park somewhere?

Montana. Exactly.

I remember, cos it was the
name of my first hamster.

RIP, Montana.

But when we were speaking
to Patrick yesterday,

he said Lewis was in California.

Easy mistake, I suppose.
It was a long time ago.

Yeah, and that's what
I thought at the time,

but then I saw the videos
of Lewis at Niamh's house,

and, I don't know,
I believe her.

I believe her!

Now, I don't think he
just would have upped

and left like that.

And look, here.

Look.

Patrick said he wasn't
developing this section

because his surveyor said
there was a risk of subsidence.

But what if he lied?

What if that's where
he's buried Lewis?

But why kill his brother?

One of the age-old disputes.

Land.

Because Lewis never
would have willingly

signed away his half and allowed
the development to go ahead.

You know what my theory is?

They fought over it,

and Patrick, accidentally
or otherwise,

killed his brother,

and buried his body.

It's not much to go on.

You said it yourself.

He has this air about him.

Got it.

Subsidence risk?

Not that I can see.

Just give me one hour.
That's all I ask.

OK, fine. One hour.

But then I'll have
to release him.

How are you going to find a body
in all that land in an hour?

Lots of luck and a shovel?

OK, OK, I get your point.

Right, let's look at
the evidence again. OK?

Maybe we've missed
something, right?

A clue that can
pinpoint more precisely

where Lewis is buried.

I'm just glad you're here. Ohh!

SHE SIGHS

Anything?

Anything?

We've narrowed it down
to the subsidence area.

What else, what else, what else?

Lewis loved flora.

Did Patrick, er,
plant something?

A memorial perhaps?
No. No, no, no. No, no.

Maybe Lewis did fly to Montana.

That's it. That's it,
Kelby. You're a genius!

The metal plate!

Niamh said Lewis had a
metal plate in his leg,

always setting off the
security at the airport.

That's how we find him!

We need a metal detector.

Margo, can you see

if there's any
detectorist clubs nearby?

Already done. One
not far from here.

Great. Call them.

Ask if someone can meet
me up on the moor pronto.

Someone who's not too
squeamish, perhaps.

The rest of you, just keep
looking for something.

Anything.

53 minutes!

♪ In those indigo eyes
there's a child that hides

♪ And the stars, they call out
to their runaway bride... ♪

STEADY BEEPING

BEEPING QUICKENS

♪ I'll come home, my darling

♪ The journey is done

♪ Your troubles are
old for a body so young

♪ You are the first and the last

♪ To climb up the tree

♪ You slept in her branches

♪ You whispered that she

♪ Had been there from the first

♪ She'd be there till the end

♪ And you'd weave her your
stories of myths and pretend... ♪

They're taking Lewis's
remains to the mortuary.

Hopefully, the pathologist will
be able to tell us how he died,

but I will promise you,

we will get to the
truth of what happened.

I'm so sorry for all
the trouble I've caused.

I just felt like I
had no other choice.

Lewis... was my life.

When I got my diagnosis,

I became desperate.

Once my memory is
gone, so is he.

I needed to make things right
somehow before that happened.

I hope you can understand.

I'm only sorry you had to wait
so long to lay Lewis to rest.

To say thank you doesn't
quite seem enough.

Sometimes there are no words.

Take care.

SHE SOBS

How'd it go?

Patrick claims it
was an accident.

They were fighting. Yeah?

And Lewis slipped, cracked
his head on a rock.

He panicked and buried him,

then seized the opportunity

to falsify the land
ownership documents.

Who needs enemies, eh? Ha!

You coming?

Actually, I'll see you there.

There's just something
I've got to do first.

Why is everyone
always so mysterious?

DOOR OPENS

Is that all you're having?

I can make you something hot.

I'm fine, thanks.

I was doing something.

Wasn't turned on.
No green light.

I'm a detective.

SHE SIGHS

Sorry.

For being a detective?

For getting mad at you
when I promised I wouldn't.

I was just a bit... shocked.

I just thought you, of
all people, would get it.

I do get it.

Do you? Y...

I reacted to the tattoo
because you're so young.

And it's illegal.

But... it stopped me seeing
what it meant to you.

How important it was.

It was really pretty, though.

Can I see it again?

SHE GASPS Oh!

It really hurt.

I don't believe it.

Neither do I.

Look at it.

It's us, isn't it?

Three little birds.
You, me and Dad.

Oh, come here.

I'm sorry, Mum.

I love you.

What happened to you?

Long story. What
are you doing here?

Mum rang, asked to meet me
here. Said it was important.

Kelby rang me. Said there was...

BOTH: We've been set up!

OK!

MARTHA LAUGHS

Come on.

OK!

SHUSHING

ALL: Surprise!

Welcome to your stag do!

Hen do!

BOTH: Hag do!

You know, technically,
I could arrest you all

for impersonating an officer.

I'd like to see you try.

Sex on the beach?

Excuse me?

Oh, er, the cocktail!

Well, it's just
like the real thing.

The... the decoration,
not the, um, sex, um...

All budget and time would
allow. So, do you like it?

Well, I could have done
with a little heads-up,

so I could change.

Oh, I've got just the thing.

Wahey!

Not exactly what I had in
mind, but I'll take it.

Ha-ha!

I take it there
wasn't a break-in.

Hey, the only thing stolen
around here was Martha's heart.

Ha! Good one!

Come on, let's go
and get a drink.

She's still processing, I see.

So it seems.

You OK?

Yeah.

Some cases hit you harder
than others, I suppose.

We're so lucky, Martha.

Not just to have each other,
but... to be surrounded

by people who love us.

WHOOPING

Even my slightly manic mother?

Well, you know,

if your mum needs
to channel her anger

and frustration, or whatever
it is she's going through,

into our wedding, then so be it.

Even if we have plastic swans
dangling from the ceiling?

Even that.

I don't know.

I think we should talk to her.

OK, but not tonight.

Tonight is for getting

on it till we vomit!

CHEERING

Best get the shots in, then!

CHEERING

And that is why
I'm marrying you.

Shots, please!

Yeah, shots, please!
Give us the shots!

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

Can I tempt you with a
little physical activity?

Um... Excuse me?

It's insured for £75,000.

Wow!

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

Isn't it bad luck if I see you?

We need to talk.

They might be about
to close us down,

and all you can think about is
drooling over the Chief Super?

I don't drool over her!

PC Hartford? Er,
yes, Sir. Er, Ma'am.

William Hague and the bloke
off Coronation Street?

I can't do it!

Do what?

The wedding!