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See you downstairs, Mark.

Mr Bevan.

Night, Mr Bevan.

Goodnight, Mark.

Evening. Evening.

Good morning, Douglas. Morning!

Hello. Morning.

Morning, Douglas. Hello.

There are to be flowers as
a centrepiece on each table,

except the top table.

I don't want the bride
hidden by anything.

Well, perhaps at the two ends.

Now, let's go through
the menu again.

The station review.

Is that it?

Everything they asked for.

So what do you think?

It's not about what's here.

It's about how
they interpret it.

It'll say whatever
they want it to say.

So you think they've
already made their minds up?

Don't you?

If it helps, I don't
mind taking it in.

What? They might be about to close
us down, and all you can think about

is drooling over the
Chief Super again?

I don't drool over her!

That's true, actually.

Normally his mouth goes
dry and he talks gibberish.

I did... Look, I just think

she's an amazing
woman, that's all.

Oh, it's about
professional respect.

Yeah. We've misjudged him.

So, if you were going
to, like, drop these off,

and she wanted to
give you a kiss

to say thank you, just a
little one, you'd tell her

to back off, would you?
That it was inappropriate?

That's hardly likely, is it?

Probably, but what if she did?

Come to think of it, I think

she gave me a little peck
on the cheek last time

I took the quarterly report in.

That's right, I
remember you saying.

I wouldn't want to
be rude, would I?

No. Course not.

As long as it was just a peck.

I... It's...

It's not funny, is it? Ugh!

Don't get chatting over there.

We have to be out of here
by four. We've got a wedding

to get to, remember? Yeah, yeah.

Shipton Abbott police station.

Oh, sorry, Kelby, but
you do make it easy.

Yeah, but I don't have a go at
you for who you fancy, do I?

Who do I fancy?

Bloke with the hammer.

Hammer?

Thor.

You mean Chris Hemsworth?

See, I don't ask you if
you want to kiss him, do I?

No.

You can if you want.

All right.

Do you want to kiss him?

Yes, please.

Shipton Abbott police.

Oh, hi, Douglas. How are you?

We'll get someone to you
as quickly as we can, OK?

Kelby.

Christie Close, suspected
assault on an elderly resident.

Go, go.

Hot water. Thank you.

Can I get you anything else?

I don't think so.

More toast? Sauce?

Er, no, I'm absolutely
fine, thank you.

Then can I tempt you with
a little physical activity?

Um, excuse me?

'60s workout on the beach later.

Oh!

Oh, no, I'm a little busy today.

Maybe next time.

Absolutely.

What are you doing here?

We need to talk.

Isn't it bad luck if I see you?

I can't do it.

Do what?

The wedding!

OK, Ella, we'll just
get your arm secure,

then we'll pop you down to A&E,
get you checked out, all right?

I don't want any fuss.

Have you got family we can call?

Maybe they can meet
you at the hospital.

Think one of the neighbours
called her granddaughter.

They said they were here
to fix the internet.

Who did? Two men.

They rang on the bell.

And you let them in?

Well, yes. It had been
playing up all morning.

They said they were
here to fix it.

Only they went on my computer,

and my granddaughter said I
wasn't to let anyone do that.

So I said stop,

and that was when one of them
pushed me and I fell back.

These two men,

would you recognise them
if you saw them again?

Oh, yes.

We should get going. OK.

Well, don't worry
about it now, Ella.

James is going to get
you in the ambulance.

I'll, er, I'll see you
at the hospital if I can,

if that's OK, um, just so I
can get a proper description.

Thank you.

OK.

Nan!

Are you all right?
What happened?

Oh, it's nothing.

They shouldn't have called you.

Of course they should
have called me.

Is she OK?

A few cuts and bruises,

possible fracture
of her left arm,

so we're taking her to
A&E. You ready, Ella?

Well, I can't just
leave the house.

It's all right, Nan.
I'll lock up here

and I'll meet you
at the hospital, OK?

All right, dear.

Thank you. All right, my love.

Grab the door...

PC Hartford?

Er, yes, sir. Er, ma'am.

Do you know what happened?

She's my grandmother.

Um, yes, ma'am.

Er, it seems there
were two perpetrators

who aimed gantry. Aimed gantry?

Gained entry.

Um, they said they were
here to fix the internet,

and... and... and pushed her,

but you told her not to
let anyone do that...

Not push her, er, I mean,

obviously they
shouldn't do that,

um, even if she wasn't
your grandmother...

Sorry.

I meant go on the internet,
through the computer.

So, so she said, "Stop it,"

and they did, and that's
when they pushed her.

Right. So what are
you going to do next?

Next? Um, I will, er...

I'll get a description, um,

and ask around town if
anyone had seen them.

Ask around town?

Yes, and the surrounding areas,

um, neighbours, er,
dog walkers, er, um,

people on bikes.

Can I make a suggestion?
Yes, please, ma'am.

Go back to the station,
write out your report.

I'll call the cyber crime unit

to come down and check
my grandmother's computer

to see if there's any
forensic evidence to be had,

or a digital footprint
we can identify,

and help lead us to the
people who did this.

Yes?

Yes, ma'am.

It's like my worst nightmare.

It's all the things we
said we didn't want.

But what do we do?

We can hardly not turn
up to our own wedding.

Of course not.

Mum would be devastated.

You'll have to talk to her. Me?

Well, if I go, she'll just talk
me round, like she always does.

If I go, she'll use her
headmistress voice on me

and I'll crumble.

I cannot be held responsible
for what I'd agree to.

We'll go together.

It's an Art Deco piece
from the 1920s, bronze,

with the mounting tray
made from Devon marble.

Value?

It's insured for £75,000.

Wow. I know.

It's a Francis Tucker piece,

loaned to the museum
by Lady Cavendish.

At least you're insured, hmm?

Well, yes.

That's not really the problem.

We struggle to
break even as it is.

Over half of what we
have here is on loan.

If this gets out, the owners

are going to start
taking their items away.

And if I make that kind of
claim, my insurance premiums

would double on whatever's left.

I couldn't do it.

I'd have to close down.

Oh, Douglas, you can't do that.

I'm not sure I'd
have any choice.

I'll do everything
I can, I promise.

Now, can you show me where
you think they broke in?

This door was forced open.

Cameras? Outside.

One at the front
door, one at the back.

It's the first thing I checked.

And? Nothing.

Although you can't actually see
this door from the rear camera.

And the alarm didn't go off?

I don't understand why.

We have motion sensors
throughout the gallery,

and this morning I still
had to disarm the system

as I do every morning.

Could be a fault. When was
the system last checked?

It's serviced every six months,

so the last one would have
been first week in July.

Don't upset yourself about it.

If there's any news, I'll
call you straight away, OK?

Thanks, Esther.

See you.

Oh, Paris!

Hey, Esther. How you doing?

Haven't seen you for ages.

Zoe was only talking
about you the other day.

I've been about.

In the museum? Oh, no.

My boyfriend works here. Mark?

Oh, right. Yeah. Six months now.

Yeah, probably why
no-one's seen you.

Tell Zo I'll give her a call.

Yeah, will do.

Well, that's that.

Nothing more we can do now.

Madam wasn't there, though,

so you would have
had a wasted trip.

Family emergency or summat.

Well, I saw her. What?

The Chief Super.

It... It was her nan who got
assaulted in Christie Close.

No!

Is she all right? Two blokes
got in her house, pushed her.

They think she might
have broken her arm.

Chief Super turned
up while I was there.

They just checked her bank.

Looks like they cleaned her out.

Took everything.
That's terrible.

Kelby, you have to help her.

I mean, I'd like to help.

She's a lovely lady,

but the Chief Super
doesn't want me to.

Eh? She told me she'd get
people from HQ to look into it.

She can't do that.
The call came in here.

You attended first. So?

So it's your case.

But she's the boss.

Well, she won't think
very highly of you

if you just roll over and
do as you're told, will she?

You need to show her
what you're made of.

You think?

Definitely.

And think how grateful she'd be.

You're right.

Thanks, Margo.

Go get 'em, tiger.

Sarge.

He looks happy.

I'll tell you about it later.

So what about the museum?

Douglas OK? Bless him.

He thinks he might
have to shut down.

No, he can't do that.

Someone forced open a
fire door out the back,

managed to dodge
the alarm system

and nick a 75-grand
bronze statuette.

How?

I have no clue.

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

Oh...

Oh, make sure there's
plenty of room

in between the tables
once the chairs go in.

That one maybe back a smidgeon.

Motty!

What are you doing here?
You're supposed to be

at the hairdresser's.

Yes, I'm, er, sorry about that.

Thanks.

Hello, Paris.

How are you?

Well, I was all right,

but Mark's just told
me what happened.

Yes, it is a bit of a worry.

They broke in round the back?

It would seem so, yes.

Scumbags. Quite.

Although we're not entirely sure
why the alarm didn't go off.

Oh, well, they can do all
sorts these days, Mr B.

Well, I... I'm
sure you're right.

I'm not very up on these things.

I hope you're not keeping
young Mark away from his work.

It's her mum's birthday.

We're trying to
find her something.

Make sure you use your
staff discount for her.

Oh, thank you.

You're very welcome.

What do you mean, too much?

It just feels like everything
is running away from us,

like it's not about us any more.

Who the hell else is it about?

When Humph and I talked about
it, it was a quiet affair.

We talked about
a registry office

and a few close friends.
I won't have you married

in a registry office.
But don't you see, Mum?

That's the whole point. It
isn't about what you want.

Our wedding day should
be about what we want,

and it doesn't feel that way.

You haven't really consulted
us about a single thing.

You chose the
flowers, the menu...

No! You told us what you'd
booked after the fact.

The truth is, I
woke up this morning

and it didn't feel
like my wedding day.

What have you got
to say for yourself?

Well, Martha has a point.

You see, we talked
about something small,

a handful of people.

Why didn't you say
all of this sooner?

What?

There just didn't
seem a good time

with everything else.

What else?

You mean Richard?

It just felt like you threw
yourself into planning a wedding

to take your mind off it.

So it seemed quite churlish
to stop you from doing that.

We were worried about you.

So, in other words, you
were pandering to me?

Because suddenly I'd
become this mad old woman

interfering in everyone
else's business

so I wouldn't have to
face up to the fact

that I'd been
humiliated by a man?

We didn't say that. No...

But I was.

Wasn't I, Motty?

While we're all being honest,

that's what you both
think, isn't it?

No.

What, then?

I don't know.

Do you know what I
thought I was doing?

I thought that, as the
father of the bride

normally organises and
pays for the wedding,

I needed to step up.

Because he isn't here, is he?

There's just me.

And I know he would have
wanted it to be perfect.

And you're right, this was
about Richard, in a way,

though not the way you think.

You see, the more I realised

the truth about
Richard's lies and deceit

and selfishness, and his utter
disregard for anybody else,

the more I realised what a

an amazing man your father was.

And that I should
honour his memory

by making sure that
his little girl

had the wedding she deserved.

I'm sorry I
overstepped the mark.

Oh, Mum, we're not mad at you.

We know you only ever
want what's best for us.

We just wondered if we could
scale it back a little.

Do you know what, Motty?

You can do whatever you want.

Oh, Mum, please...

Do you want me to go after her?

No, just... leave her a
while. Let her calm down.

Well, thanks, Mary.

I owe you a drink
next quiz night. Ha!

That alarm has to be faulty.

Could it have been
bypassed somehow?

There's no evidence
it was tampered with.

Yeah.

That was Mary at
HQ on the phone.

So, the two blokes who
pushed the Chief Super's nan

have been at it before.

Where? Coleford,

Markate and Frasacombe.

They use a Wi-Fi blocker
outside the houses

to mess up the internet,

then knock on doors
offering to fix it.

Because of the blocker,

doorbell cameras can't store
the image of them knocking.

Clever. Then once inside,

they say they need
to use your computer.

Then they hack into it and get
access to your bank account.

All those areas are covered
by the hub, aren't they?

Mary said they don't
have a single suspect.

Nothing.

Well, if they can't do anything

with all the
resources they have,

what are we supposed to do?

Well, we've got something
they haven't got.

What's that? Kelby.

So, I've got one dark
hair, clean-shaven,

looks a bit like Peter Barlow
from Coronation Street.

Er, one bald one with
stubble, red ears,

looks like one of the
Conservative leaders,

but you're not sure which one.

I'm not much help, am I?

But I'd know them if I saw them.

No, this is excellent, Ella.

Once I had to find a dog,

and the only information I had

was that it had three legs
and a diamante collar.

You've been very kind to me.

Well, it's not nice,
what these men did.

Can't have them running around

hurting lovely ladies
like yourself, can we?

Are you flirting with me, Kelby?

Maybe a little bit.

Right, I'll run
these descriptions

through our database and
start making enquiries.

PC Hartford. Ma'am.

I thought I made it clear we'd
take care of this from the hub.

Yes, ma'am.

But with respect, I was
the attending officer.

And?

And I think I should carry
on with my investigation.

I've got a description of
the two men and I'm about to

start my enquiries.
He's been very thorough.

That's not how it works, Nan.

We have a cyber crime unit.

They're specialists
in this type of fraud.

Well, I haven't seen a
single one of your cyber men

since this happened.

Kelby's the only one
who's talked to me.

All right.

Gather whatever
information you can,

but you report
directly to the hub.

Yes, ma'am.

Don't worry, I
won't let you down.

Bye, Ella.

Oh, what a sweet boy.

OK, so I need you
to set the alarm

exactly as you did last night.

We normally turn the
lights off first.

Do the same thing.

How long between pressing the
button and the alarm being set?

We have 45 seconds to get out.

OK. Go.

Mark, go and turn the alarm off.

Not being funny,
but should you two

be sitting here together?
Isn't it bad luck or something?

I'm not sure much
else could go wrong.

Huh.

Everything's all right,
isn't it? I mean,

you're still getting
married today?

I suppose. Don't you know?

Of course we're getting married.

Great.

Though, if I'm honest, nothing
would surprise me with you two.

She's right, isn't she?

We are a bit prone to
things going wrong.

Not wrong,

just occasionally a
little more complicated

than we anticipated,
that is all.

OK, look, we find your mum,

kiss and make up, we
smile through the wedding,

and I'll see you
on the other side.

I do love you.

Oh, well, that's a relief.

Hello?

Oh, um

of course.

Actually, it was Ryan's idea.

To have that connection on
your first placement is great.

He lost his grandad
a few weeks ago,

and his mum needs to
be in hospital a while.

There's no other family
to take him in, so

we need someone to foster.

I appreciate it's short notice.

Oh, that's fine.

It's not a bad time?

No. No.

We'd love to have him.

OK, great.

Well, I've got his
stuff in the car.

Hiya.

Is it all right if
I stay here, then?

Yeah, of course it is.

Sorry your mum's not well.

Is this your duck?

Well, he's sort of adopted us.

What's his name? Selwyn.

That's a funny name.

I'm going to like it here.

What do you want?

Oh, I'm a police
officer. Er, PC Hartford.

Er, can I have a word?

I haven't done
anything. Go away.

Oh, no, I'm sure you
haven't. I just, er,

I need to ask about two men.

There's no men in here.

No, I just wanted to know if
anyone knocked on your door.

Yes.

Great.

Um, can you describe
them for me?

Young, wearing a police uniform,

asking silly questions.

That's me, isn't it?

Right, well, these
aren't silly questions.

I'm here on official
police business.

I just need to ask if
anyone's seen two men.

I saw a car parked outside.

Car. What kind of car?

2-litre, black, Series
4 BMW Gran Coupe.

That's very specific.

I watch a lot of
Jeremy Clarkson.

He pushes my buttons.

Um, OK, um, but nobody
knocked on your door?

Yes. Who?

I didn't answer it.

Right.

Well, I'm not really
looking for a car.

It's not here now anyway.

No, it isn't.

So I will not
bother you any more.

Thank you.

I saw him drive off.

Looked like that bloke
in Coronation Street.

Corrie?

So I checked the alarm
and it's clearly working.

So how the hell did
they get past it?

Must be one of the
Inspector things.

How do you mean? You know,

that thing he does

when the day's not the
day you think it was,

it was the day before,

or the person wasn't the person,

it was someone else.

It's not that kind of case.

If Douglas said that
statuette was in the museum

when they locked up last night

and wasn't there this morning,
then that's what happened.

Maybe I should leave
the how for now,

think about who and why.

Can you find me an expert?

It might have been
stolen to order,

so see if we can work
out who'd want to buy

something like that.
Yeah, all right.

How much do we know about
his assistant, Mark Wisdom?

Um, not much.

Any other staff?
Couple of cleaners.

They generally work at weekends.

Well, run checks on
everyone, will you?

We might get lucky -
find one of the cleaners

is an international art thief.

Had a breakthrough on
the Chief Super's nan.

A lady in the next street saw
a car parked outside her house.

Someone knocked on the
door, but she didn't answer,

and her Wi-Fi has
been playing up.

So why is the car significant?

Because it was
driven off by someone

who looked like Peter Barlow.

Ooh!

Who's he?

Coronation Street.

Oh. He should be easy to find,
then. We know where he lives.

Oh, it's not a
real place, Margo.

It's off the telly.

Er, the other one was
bald with red ears,

looked like a Tory party
leader from a few years back.

William Hague.

OK. So, wait, you've
lost me a bit.

You think the two men

who assaulted the Chief
Superintendent's nan

parked in the next street?

Yes, and if they did,

I've got a good
description of the car.

I'll call you tomorrow,
see how he's settled in.

Do you think we should have
mentioned it's our wedding day?

She wouldn't have left him.

He would have had to
stay with strangers.

Yes. So how's this
going to work?

We'll think of something. OK.

OK. Well, he's very excited.

You know where I am.

Oh!

Thank you, Hannah. Thank you.

Bye.

I still need to find Mum.

OK. You do that. I'll
keep Ryan with me.

OK. We haven't got long.

What about, um, your
hair, your make-up?

Oh...

You'll just have
to take me as I am.

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

Good news or bad news?

Good.

Here's a list of all
collectors and dealers

in a 50-mile radius who
specialise in Art Deco.

Great.

Bad news?

There's 53 of them. Oh.

We haven't got long.

We've got a wedding
in three hours.

Oh, and I ran checks
on all the staff.

All came back
clean as a whistle.

Thanks, Margo. Mm-hm.

There's 37 cars that
could fit the description

registered to
houses in the area.

They might not be local.

For all we know, they
could be based in Exeter,

or Bristol even.

Do you have even a
partial numberplate?

No.

Sorry to hear
about your grandad.

It was really sad.

Mum cried loads. I bet she did.

He left me £3,000
and a bunch of books.

Charles.

Dickens.

They're really good books.

You should read them.

Some of them are really fat.

Well, that's the thing
with books, you see.

They come in all
shapes and sizes.

How long will I be here for?

Um, that depends on how
quickly your mum gets better.

Will she die too? No!

No, of course not.

Hannah says she should
be home in a few weeks.

So, you know, think of this
as like a... like a holiday.

Can we go to Disneyland?

Ha! Yeah, well, I'm not sure.

Um, I think that's a
question for Martha,

and probably your mum.

Can I sleep in the boat?

Ah. We've sort of
moved in the house.

Boring. Yeah, it is rather.

I'll see what I can do, OK?

Right, what next?

We've got two hours.

Walk on the beach?

Amusements? Nah,
they're for kids.

Oh.

I rather like amusements.

There's the aquarium.

Nah.

OK.

Then you tell me where
you'd like to go.

Another ice cream.

Another one?

Hello, Ryan! What
are you doing here?

He hasn't been nicking
sausage rolls again, has he?

Er, no. Er, no,
he is going to be

staying with me and
Martha for a few weeks.

Well, that's exciting!

Shouldn't you be somewhere?
Ah, um, yes. Er...

I'm going to sleep on a boat.

Really? Wow. That'll be cool.

Well...

Yes, um...

Come on, let's
get you a biscuit.

Er, hello.

So, um, how's things?

OK.

The station house
review went in today.

Oh, gosh, yes, I'd
forgotten about that.

The panel's meeting
this afternoon.

Right. When will we hear?

Soon, though not sure if it'll
be held up by the Chief Super.

Why?

Her nan was assaulted
this morning.

Oh, crikey. Is she all right?

Two blokes talked their
way into her house,

got onto her computer and
emptied her bank accounts.

One of them pushed her.

We think she's broken her
arm, but she's in A&E now.

Kelby's working on it, and
he's identified two suspects.

Um...

William Hague, and the, er,
bloke off Coronation Street?

We're obviously not suggesting
it's the real William Hague,

or Peter Barlow,
for that matter,

it's just how the witness
described the two men.

OK. Anything else?

The museum was broken
into last night.

Someone stole an antique

an Art Deco statuette
worth around £75,000.

Really?

Yeah, it's such a shame.

The museum has been there
as long as I can remember,

and now it might have to
shut down because of it.

What do you have? Not much.

A door at the rear of the
building was forced open.

But the alarm was on, yet
somehow, they didn't set it off.

Faulty alarm?

Serviced recently and the
box wasn't tampered with.

It's a bit of a mystery.

Cameras? Nothing that helps.

Can I see the file?

I was hoping you might say that.

Shipton Abbott police station.

Forensics? Nothing.

Sir! I thought you were
getting married today.

I am.

Any progress on the
Chief Super's nan?

Yes, sir.

One of the shops had
a security camera,

and I think I've found the car.

Is that...? Yes.

Right, here we go.

Look.

There. See?

It pulls up outside
the coffee shop.

That must be Peter Barlow.

And William Hague is
waiting in the car?

He comes back out, then
goes back in the car.

Then... look.

I ran the numberplate,
and I got an ANPR hit.

It's parked in the pay
and display car park

on the front.
Excellent work, Kelby.

Do you think I should
call it in to the hub?

No.

You've done all the hard work.

Don't let them
get all the glory.

I'll get you a car
to meet you there.

Er, Kelby.

Do you know what period
this recording covers?

48 hours, I think, er,
up till lunchtime today,

when we pulled the
memory stick out.

Wish me luck. Er, yes.

Be careful.

Good luck!

Have you found something else?

Er, not sure, but look.

You can clearly see the museum.

So this is Douglas and Mark

coming out when they
locked up just before six.

Right. Oh, look, there's
me! On my way to the hotel.

Yeah, they're basically
long doughnuts.

Discovered 'em in Benidorm.

They had a little
van on the front.

No, thanks.

Ugh, nothing.

Not very surprising,
since we know

they entered through the
rear of the building.

So what do we know?

Facts, facts, facts. We
know the bronze was stolen.

Yes. The door was forced open.

Yes. What else?

That the alarm didn't go off.

So, three things.

The question is, how
does it all fit together?

Oh, look, there's you.

Oh! Must have left
the tape running.

Who's that?

Paris. She went to
school with Zoe.

Her boyfriend Mark
works at the museum.

And have you ruled them out?

I mean, it would be easier
to tamper with the alarm

if you worked there,
or your boyfriend did.

But if you did work there,

wouldn't you just leave the
door open before you left?

Unless you wanted it to
look like a break-in.

But none of that explains
why the alarm didn't go off.

No.

No, it doesn't.

You should come
to the hub, Kelbs.

It's got everything there.

Three coffee shops, canteen,

a restroom with a
chocolate drawer,

and they have pies
delivered every Thursday.

No, thanks.

I like it where I am.

You've got nothing there,
stuck out here on your own.

We've got a kettle, and
Margo has a biscuit tin.

Whoopee.

That's them.

You sure?

Positive.

I'll call for backup.

Go, go, go.

I thought you were the backup.

Roger that.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Easy.

Don't do it. Don't do it.

Yes, go on, get them. I'm
right behind you, Kelbs. Go on.

Yes!

Oi! You can't go...

Here you go!

Look, whichever it is,

the alarm must have been
tampered with in some way.

The evidence suggests otherwise.

And we're all guilty
of wanting evidence

to back up what we
already think, aren't we?

When in fact we should simply

accept the evidence
for what it is

and adapt our thinking to fit.

Sometimes we become so fixated

on what we want to see...

Now you've lost me.

All right. What if

the statuette wasn't stolen?

We know it was.

Unless Douglas is a liar,
and I don't believe that.

I don't doubt that he
believed what he told you,

and you've been looking for
evidence that supported that.

Of course. But

if we accept that Douglas

doesn't know what actually
happened, which he doesn't,

then let's try a theory
that fits the evidence,

rather than try to find
evidence that fits a theory.

We can be sure that he and
Mark locked up the museum

in the way they always did.

Mr Bevan.

We can be sure of that, because
that's what Douglas saw.

Night, Mr Bevan.

Goodnight, Mark.

So it's exactly as he said.

It's exactly as he saw.

What about what he didn't see?

But how can you
possibly know that?

I don't.

But it's the only thing
that fits the evidence.

We know that the
door was forced open,

but let's discount that for now.

Surely the most obvious reason

for the alarm not
to be triggered

was that no-one actually
went into the museum.

So the statuette was either
stolen before the alarm was set

or after it was
disarmed. Exactly.

Then it could only
be Douglas or Mark.

Yes. But in order to make
it look like a robbery...

They went back that night
to force open the door.

And as you've already
ruled out Douglas...

It must be Mark. Yeah.

And he would know that security
camera couldn't see the door.

So the alarm never went off

because no-one actually
entered the museum.

Because the bronze had
already been stolen.

But he still had to get it
out without Douglas seeing.

Ah, now that was the clever bit.

I hope you're not keeping
young Mark away from his work.

It's her mum's birthday.

We're trying to find her summat.

Well, make sure you use
your staff discount for her.

Oh, thank you.

You're very welcome.

See anything you like?

Don't forget my staff discount.

See, at first I thought the
bronze must still be hidden

somewhere in the museum, but

then I saw this.

Paris!

The vase is the perfect
size, don't you think?

She said she was buying
a gift for her mum!

Oh, the little cow even saw
me on the way into the museum,

knowing what she
was going to do.

But that's brilliant.

Oh, not really. You'd already
done all the hard work.

I just came along
at the last moment

and sprinkled some hundreds
and thousands on the top.

Sorry to interrupt, but have
you any idea what the time is?

Me and Esther have to
go and get changed,

and I'm pretty sure you
should be doing the same.

Margo!

You're getting married.

Crikey! Yes, I am!

Oh, I'll drop you off. Come on.

Come on, Esther. Time to go.

I'm not finished. Come
on, you can watch it later

on the honeymoon!

Leave your message after
the tone. Thank you.

Mum?

See you at the church!

What's going on?

Sorry.

I'm not being a terribly
good foster parent, am I?

OK, look, the thing is

me and Martha are supposed
to be getting married today.

But we didn't want
to say anything

in case they decided

you wouldn't be able to
stay with us after all.

You're getting married?

Yes. Can I come?

Come? Of course you can.

In fact, I'd decided that I
didn't really want a best man.

Never quite saw the point
of it, if I'm honest.

But I'd very much like
you to be my best man.

Me?

Can't think of anyone better.

Will they have any food
there? Cos I'm a bit hungry.

A feast! OK, I'm in.

Excellent!

How do I look?

Like

a teacher.

Well, that's not quite
the look I was going for,

but it's all I've
got. Right, let's go.

Martha?

She cancelled everything?

The church, cars,
reception. Everything.

And where is she
now? I've no idea.

I've left her a message to say
I was coming here to meet you.

I know we asked her to
scale things back a bit,

but to cancel everything...

Why would she do that?

Because I didn't want
you holding it over me

for the rest of my life.

That I'd ruined
your wedding day.

We'd never have done
that! Of course you would,

and I wouldn't
expect anything less.

I've managed to
cancel everything,

except for the canapes and
the champagne for the arrival.

They're in the boot of the car.

I messaged as many of
the guests as I could.

We can arrange it all
again for another day.

Together.

Oh, Mum.

Are we still getting food?

Not entirely sure.

There they are!

We went to your B&B
to see what happened

and they said you
were down here.

Er, yeah, there's been
a slight change of plan.

Is everything all right?
Everything's fine.

There's Kelby. I
got your message.

Have I missed it?
It's been cancelled.

No, not cancelled. Postponed.

Did you get your man?

Both locked up.

Ah, well done, you!

What's this? Well,
it seems that Kelby

has apprehended Peter Barlow
from Coronation Street

and William Hague on suspicion
of assault and theft.

I'm not even going to ask.

Now, since we're all
here, is anyone hungry?

I'm starving. Me too.

Right. Now, Zoe,
you come and help me

get the canapes from the
boot. And you, come on.

Waste not, want not.

You look absolutely
beautiful, by the way.

You're not so bad yourself.

Oh, yeah... No,
you're not having any.

I told you, Zoe.

Isn't it funny how
things work out?

This is exactly how we
envisaged our wedding day.

Without the getting
married part.

Do you mind? No.

We'll still do it.

We'll just think of this
as a dress rehearsal.

Hmm, I'm not sure about that.

The last time you had a dress
rehearsal, someone died.

The steam train, remember?

Oh, yes.

Everyone looks OK so far.

Did you invite the
Chief Superintendent?

No!

Ma'am!

It seems you've had a very
productive day, Inspector.

The two bogus internet
engineers are in custody,

and I got a call from
Douglas Bevan at the museum

telling me what a good job you
did retrieving the stolen bronze.

It was a team effort, ma'am.

I don't doubt it, Sergeant.

Anyway, I don't want
to disturb your, um

whatever this is.

I just thought I'd let you
know we've concluded our review

into the Shipton
Abbott station house,

and I thought you should
know sooner rather than later

that it seems there is
a place for an element

of community policing in
Shipton Abbott after all.

Yes! I'm sure you'll be

tempted to believe it had
something to do with you

apprehending the men who
assaulted my grandmother,

and I can't say that
that didn't highlight

your strengths,
but the truth is,

your stats are excellent.

The decision was
based purely on merit.

Thank you, ma'am.

You're very welcome, Inspector.

Please, stay and have a canape.

What are we
celebrating, exactly?

Not getting married.

Right. Changed your mind, then?

'60s workout.

Oh, sorry, Sandy. Er, no.

I'm not really dressed for it.

Next time, though.

Yes.

Kelby?

Can I have a word? Er...

Yeah, sure.

♪ I don't know what it is
that makes me love you so... ♪

I just wanted to say thank you

for the way you
treated my grandmother.

Not as your superior officer,
but as a granddaughter.

That's OK, ma'am.

She's a very lovely lady.

Yeah. Yeah, she is.

But even so, you treated her
with kindness and respect,

and you listened
to her properly,

and I'm not sure I
do that all the time.

So, thank you.

♪ I never knew that I could
be in love like this... ♪

Ooh!

I can't believe it!

♪ I only want to
be with you... ♪

Ah. He was my best man.

Of course you were.

Thank you, Ryan.

Martha Lloyd,

will you do me the honour

of not marrying me today?

It would be a pleasure.

♪ Ever since we met
you've had a hold on me

♪ No matter what you do

♪ I only want to be with you

♪ Oh, you stopped
and you smiled at me

♪ Asked if I'd care to dance

♪ I fell into your open arms

♪ I didn't stand a chance

♪ Now hear me darling, I just
want to be beside you everywhere

♪ As long as we're together,
honey, I don't care

♪ Cos you started something,
oh, can't you see?

♪ That ever since we met
you've had a hold on me

♪ No matter what you do

♪ I only want to be with you. ♪