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So why are we eating here?

- They do the best pies in Wetherton, Peter.

- Angela.

- Susan.

Why don't you take these?

Actually, they're very nice.

- Fantastic.

- Lovely, thank you.

- Hello?

- It's been six weeks.

We should talk about it.

- No, no, I don't want to.

Come here!

- Can we just go?

- You sorted it out then, did you?

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Let me drive.

- I said I'm fine.

Jesus!

Can somebody help me, please?

- Ambulance, car park at Save Master Supermarket,

Raiders Lane at Wetherton, urgently.

- It's alright, love.

Ambulance is on its way.

Could she have been poisoned?

- Possibly, but it's something I haven't seen before.

- Anything showed up in her blood?

- Nothing we usually test for.

The labs are still working on it.

- Hey, look who's here.

- Hey.

- Hey, dad.

Uncle Andy.

- Hello, love.

Hey, you told me she wasn't arriving till tonight.

- I am so sorry, Rosie.

How'd you get here?

- Taxi.

I bought you this.

- It's great to see you.

- I'll get it.

Dalziel.

Yeah.

Susan Goodman was poisoned

by some chemical called teltroxin.

It's a relative of sarin.

- Terrorists?

Rosie, stay in the car, okay?

- I picked a bad day, didn't I?

- No day you come back is ever a bad one.

Why would a terrorist be interested in us?

- Maybe that's the point, Andy.

Nobody's interested in us.

We're just a small provincial town

so we're vulnerable and unprepared.

Hello, Mrs. Caulfield.

- Hi, Jason.

- Okay, dad, let's start with the frost-damaged roses.

You know how to cut them back, don't you?

- I was gardening before you were born.

- Don't prune them right back.

Just cut the dead flowers, okay?

- Actually, Jason, could you look at those pots

that your dad planted the other week, please?

I don't like the colors.

- Should I paint them all red then?

- Why do you let her get to you?

- I detest that woman.

She treats me like shit on a shoe.

- Dad, you'll lose me the contract.

- Sorry, Jason.

- Take no notice.

She's the same with everyone.

- Well, we both know that's not true, Mr. Caulfield,

but thanks for trying.

Sorry, Mr. Caulfield.

- Have you found anything more about this teltroxin stuff?

- It's 200 times more deadly than cyanide.

One drop on the skin can kill in 30 minutes.

It's not a gas like sarin.

It's a liquid.

- More like an assassin would use.

- Yeah, you have to spread it down on the skin though.

- I can't believe Susan Goodman

was on some foreign hit list.

I mean what are we saying, she was a spook?

- A Wetherton housewife?

Don't be daft.

- Bloody hell, Christine, look at this.

They'll be wanting us to wear daffodils in our hair next.

- Hello, Mr. And Mrs. Webster,

and welcome to the magical world of Arcadia.

My name is Brian Fairmile.

It'll be my pleasure to be your--

Haven't you got that thing changed yet?

- I can't get rid of him.

- You'll experience the life changing possibilities

we have to offer.

- There.

At first, the police were reluctant to comment.

- Why are you so bloody useless?

I need a drink.

Let's see what they've got.

Oh, well, there's no beer in here.

10 quid for that.

- Did he say Susan Goodman?

I don't know.

- Shh, be quiet.

- Don't you shh me.

We now go over to Wetherton...

- That was me and Susan on our wedding day.

That was when I actually got her to go camping once,

just the once.

- Do you have any children, Mr. Goodman?

- We had a son.

Look at him here, grown up, independent lad.

He immigrated,

died out in Australia.

- I'm sorry.

- He was stung by a jellyfish, drowned.

Beautiful things, jellyfish.

I keep thinking she's gonna come in

and maybe bring us a cup of tea.

I should have turned me pockets out.

There was all bits in the dark washing this morning.

She was still cross with me in the supermarket.

She insisted on pushing the trolley.

- Would anyone want to harm your wife?

- Harm Susan?

No.

She was only ever annoyed with me.

- Never fell out with anyone in the past?

- No, not that I know of.

We've been married 32 years.

It would have been 33 next week.

- Did Susan have any government or political connections?

- What?

No.

She worked part time in a local dress shop.

She's never even voted.

She read fashion magazines.

It was very important to her, how she dressed.

I told her it didn't matter how she looked.

I'd still fancy her.

I don't understand.

Why would a terrorist--

- We don't think it was a terrorist.

- What, you mean she was,

you mean she was murdered?

- There's no reason why your work

would have put your family in a vulnerable position?

- I was a teller at the Albian Bank

till I was made redundant.

I was 53.

* I will fly a yellow paper sun in your sky *

* When the wind is high

* I will float a silver solid moon through your window *

- Sandra, hi, it's dad.

Just phoning to say that we're alright.

We were in Wetherton but we weren't in any danger, no.

Oh, it's a lovely place, yeah.

- Excuse me.

Has a Mrs. Lennox checked in?

- No, not yet.

She emailed.

She and her husband are delayed

and won't be here for another couple of days.

Is she a friend of yours?

- I'm here.

Laura MacAlpine.

It's really cool here, isn't it?

Should we go to this party?

I thought she might be caught up in that attack

at the supermarket, but she's just texted me.

- Barbara Lennox?

- Yeah.

- We'd never have gone to Arcadia if we'd known.

- Arcadia?

- I worked for the Albian Bank all my life.

Lost my pension thanks to the Fairmile family.

And there he is, Brian Fairmile on a welcome message

the minute we walked into our room.

- Didn't you know beforehand?

- He doesn't put his name on the brochure, does he?

All we knew was we've been offered a free holiday,

so we took it.

I wanted to leave straight away but Susan...

- But Susan what?

- That's why I couldn't understand.

She insisted on staying.

She ran the campaign, the Wives for Justice

against the Fairmiles after we lost our pensions.

I thought she'd lost interest,

but suddenly, she's into it all over again.

Why was that?

- I have no idea.

So you didn't talk about it?

- Oh, she ranted, but I stopped listening a long time ago.

I just wanted to move on.

I've had years of disappointment.

I thought she hated him as much as I did.

- How long did you stay at Arcadia?

- Two days.

We were booked for a week,

but well, it took me that long to persuade her to leave.

- What was her reason for staying?

- Susan didn't want us to give up a freebie.

- How long ago was this?

- Six weeks.

- Whose idea was it in the first place?

- Susan's.

She thought our marriage needed help.

- Good evening.

My name's Brian Fairmile.

Now I know that a lot of you had problems

getting here today.

But now that you've finally reached this oasis of calm,

I hope that you'll all be able to just chill.

So now, let me introduce you to our people.

First of all, we have Pauline Parker.

She's an expert in tai chi

and has reached impressive heights in ethnic dance.

Now just last year, she was taught some new tricks.

Yes, she mastered a computer course.

And believe me, if we let her have her way,

she'd teach all three at the same time.

That's Pauline.

Next we have Linda who keeps us in touch with nature.

Horse riding, wrangling, meditation,

Linda will be there for you.

- Shh!

Jim.

- What?

What's up now?

- She walked out on me a few times.

She always came back.

- Where did she go?

- I never asked her.

How long was she away for?

- A couple of days maybe.

Nothing had changed, you see.

I had her back, so I was happy.

- Who was the woman you met at the supermarket?

- Oh, Angela Veitch.

We made friends with them at Arcadia actually.

- Who's them?

- Her and her husband, Michael.

She never let me drive.

She wouldn't let me.

I'm so useless.

I couldn't even do anything to help.

- Spotted anything else?

- There's something very odd

going on between Angela Veitch and Susan Goodman.

Look at this.

And there's this.

I spotted it earlier.

- What are we gonna do?

- We're just gonna have to show it to him, I suppose.

- Okay, we'll go over it again.

A full house beats a straight,

but a royal flush beats them both, okay?

- Anybody want a drink?

- No, I don't drink when I'm playing.

No, thanks.

- Laura tells me you were a headmaster.

- Yes, I was, yes.

The emphasis on was.

- Jim worked at Longmaster, on the car assembly line

before they closed it.

- Yeah, 30 grand for 30 years.

Not much, is it?

- Well, far be it for me to deny you

your freedom of expression,

but I'm afraid I don't have a gambling license.

- I'm just teaching them.

- I see in the brochure that you have classes

for building a financial haven in your third age.

Who gives 'em, you?

- No, I get a financial expert in.

- And your old man didn't do the same, eh?

- Enjoy your stay.

- Did you have to?

- The man deserves everything he gets.

He's one of the Fairmiles from that pension scandal.

I recognized him a while ago.

- Hey Bugger rugs.

- I'm just texting Rosie.

- Can we have a word?

Peter.

- It's the police.

- Oh, yeah.

- You used to be my postman.

- Yeah?

Yeah, I gave up my rounds.

That's when I grew this.

I went in the sorting office for a bit,

but it weren't the same so I took early retirement.

Angela would like me to go back part time.

- I suppose this is about the supermarket.

I was there.

I spoke to Susan.

- Yeah, you were seen on the CCTV.

You were giving her something.

- Oh, just some nuts.

I had two packets.

- Nothing wrong with 'em, is there?

- Let's hope not.

Did you meet the Goodmans at Arcadia?

You know it was run by Brian Fairmile.

- No.

- You didn't lose your pension through the Albian Bank,

did you, Mr. Veitch?

- No, I'm with the post office.

Why?

- Why would Susan Goodman call you

a few minutes after she met you in the supermarket?

- Oh, she just wanted to say

how nice it was to meet up again.

- Strange when she could have

caught up with you at another aisle.

- How well did you get to know the Goodmans?

- Oh, not that well.

- Well enough to exchange numbers.

- They left after two days like us.

- Why?

- I was ill.

- Well, you never told me that.

I thought it were the food.

- And what would you have done about it?

Another marriage made in heaven.

She was nervous.

And something about that phone call just doesn't make sense.

Why call someone two minutes after bumping into them.

- Maybe it's a woman thing.

- A bit of a coincidence

they all left Arcadia at the same time.

- Perhaps it's time we took the road to paradise.

- Eh?

- Arcadia.

- Can we do it tomorrow, Andy?

- Oh, of course, Rosie.

- There's always one.

I thought about changing my name,

but then it would look like I'm hiding something.

I've tried to create a really special environment here,

a place where all of those people that my father wronged

can rebuild their lives, find their equilibrium again.

- You'll never win.

Just get on with it.

- Right, I'm off home.

Another successful charm offensive.

- Please join us for a drink, Pauline.

- No, thanks.

- Good to meet you face to face at last.

- Yeah.

- We are serious about this, aren't we?

- Why isn't she here?

Careful.

- I've just gotta look at some tapes, Rosie, then we'll go.

- Okay, no problem.

Spicer noticed it.

I completely missed it first time around.

- Go ahead.

There.

I thought she was bothered about something on her hand.

- There's no CCTV of her before this?

- There's only three cameras, one over the checkout.

- Bugger.

There's Rosie, isn't it?

Chase the lemming may be a good day

for the fox cubs

- Make sure you get that lot in the dishwasher.

That post's been there all day.

I suppose you want me to open it.

I'm off to bed.

Thank you for sticking by me when the police were here.

But what's play for the cubs--

Angela!

- What?

Where's that newspaper?

- I don't know.

You were the last one to have it.

Mrs. Veitch, this item was found in your room

after your recent stay at Arcadia.

I was just gonna tell you that.

I'm already done.

How?

Well, they left the border an hour ago.

- Angela?

- Hello, love.

- Are you alright?

- Yeah.

Where's your dad?

- Upstairs, sulking.

Mrs. Caulfield had another go at him today.

- Oh.

Does he know about Susan, Paul's wife?

No, why?

- I'll tell you later.

- You're late back.

- Yeah, I just stayed for the introductory party.

You know what it's like.

- You work with him.

Do you have to drink with him too?

- Terry, they just released the name of that woman

who died today at the supermarket.

It was Susan Goodman.

- Susan.

Poor Paul.

- It's so funny.

I just saw them, what, six weeks ago, and I said then

they should come around for a bite to eat but I just forgot.

What's he gonna do without her?

He'll be lost, won't he?

- He will.

- Why did you do it, Rosie?

- I wanted to bring you something.

I didn't have any money left.

- I just don't understand.

- I'm sorry.

- What am I gonna do with you?

- I won't ever do it again, promise.

- We'll have to find a way to pay for the chocolates.

- Excuse me, miss.

Would you like to accompany me and DI Pascoe to the chippy?

As if you Americans can remember what a chippy is.

- Come on.

- Dad, I don't wanna go back to America.

- Sorry, sir.

There's been another one.

- Is there anyone I can call for you,

any friends or relatives?

- Sir, this was found in Mrs. Veitch's bag.

- It looks like these women were specifically targeted.

- Susan Goodman and Angela Veitch

were at Arcadia at the same time.

Alright, I want names and addresses of everybody else

who was there that week.

And while we're at it, let's check out the staff as well.

Was it a perfume she normally used?

- I have no idea.

- That perfume is really expensive.

My mom got some of that for Christmas.

- We argued just minutes before over some stupid newspaper.

- We found this in your wife's handbag.

It's a letter from a bank.

Angela took out a loan for 20,000 pounds

about a week before you went to Arcadia.

Have you any idea why?

- She never said a word to me.

We didn't talk very much.

- Two unhappy marriages, two dead women.

- Susan Goodman borrowed 10 grand from a bank.

- Maybe blackmail was involved.

- A blackmailer doesn't kill his victims.

It's usually the other way around.

- This is no good for her.

Come on.

Let's get you home.

I don't know how you keep going.

I'm shattered.

- I'm holding three jacks.

- I thought we might have a week away from that.

How much are you losing this time?

- No more than I can afford.

- That's a relief.

Are you sure you can stop yourself?

- I thought you'd retired from being a head teacher.

- I'm freelancing.

- Have you taken your heart pills?

- Yup.

I was just saying--

I won't be spoken to like that, Christine!

- Bang on the wall.

It might shut that charming young man up.

Always the same.

- What?

- I did not antagonize him.

He's a crook!

- If he was a crook,

he wouldn't be allowed to run this place.

- Him and his old man cleared out a whole bank.

When you do that with a gun and a cosh,

they call it robbery!

And if I want to have a drink, I will have a drink.

Don't you ever tell me I've had enough

in front of other people.

You never let me enjoy myself.

I will do as I like.

I'm retired now.

- Don't I know it.

- What does that mean?

- It's bad enough putting up with you between shifts.

- You'd sooner have me out the way, wouldn't you?

- You're hurting me.

- I spent good money coming to this place,

and we are going to enjoy it.

- Have you ever seen this?

It says that Mrs. Veitch left the perfume in her room.

It looks like you've signed it.

That's my name, but it's not my signature.

- And it's on an Arcadia complement slip,

and it was posted down the road.

- Well, I wouldn't bother to send

a bottle of perfume back after six weeks.

Nobody here sent that, I can assure you.

- How'd you know that?

- I know everyone here.

And besides, anyone can get a hold of that stationery.

- Five, six, seven, and.

Loose and low, everyone.

Come on, Jim, swing those hips.

Okay, everyone.

Let's take a moment.

Hello, I'm Pauline Parker.

May I help you?

- Yeah, I'm looking for Brian Fairmile.

- Oh, god.

It's this way.

Okay, everyone, just keep working on your mambo switch.

I won't be long.

- I've had enough.

- Oh, do you remember this couple?

- No, not really.

How about these two?

- Yes, yes.

Paul Goodman used to work

with my husband, Terry at the same bank.

We were all friends.

I just can't believe what happened.

- Your husband was a Fairmile pensioner?

- Yeah.

- And yet you work for the man.

- Well, we all have to earn a living.

We needed the money, and the job pays well.

Probably a bit too well.

Guilt.

- How does your husband feel about it?

- Oh, he's not very happy, but we haven't got much choice

until he gets a proper job.

Yes, I was actually quite surprised

when Paul and Susan turned up here.

We hadn't seen much of them for a couple of years,

and they obviously didn't realize

the place was run by a Fairmile.

- Do many Fairmile pensioners turn up here?

- Oh, quite a few.

Well, Brian sends out a leaflet offering

a week's free holiday targeting the Fairmile pensioners.

Of course, they don't realize that the offers come from him

or that they've been specially selected.

It makes it look like they've been chosen at random.

That way, they don't feel humiliated.

- How charitable.

- Hmm, just easing his conscience.

But don't worry, he makes a fair profit

from all the little extras.

Come in.

- Mr. Fairmile, some police officers to see you.

- The pension scandal at the bank ruined so many lives.

I thought that Arcadia could give these poor people

something back, show them some life affirming--

- Using part of the two million bonus you came away with.

- I was cleared.

I had no idea what my father was up to.

- More like you had an expensive barrister.

- I expect a pensioner can live on his fees for months.

- 20 pensioners at least.

- So what can I do for you?

- This woman, Susan Goodman,

led the Wives for Justice campaign against you

when the pension fund collapsed.

She came here six weeks ago, and now she's been murdered.

- It's got absolutely nothing to do with me.

It's very sad, of course.

I mean any loss of life is deeply disturbing.

- Did she confront you?

- No.

- Did her husband, Paul confront you?

- No.

- Did either of them talk to you while they were here?

- To be honest, I can't really remember.

- So you're telling us that even after they discovered

that they run this place, they didn't say anything to you.

- I like to give them a private experience here.

If they don't come to me,

I don't intrude on their personal space.

- Not even to find out why a couple would want to leave

after two days when they're booked for a week.

- No.

- She also came the same time as Susan Goodman.

The Veitchs left quickly, and now Angela's dead too.

- Can you tell us why Angela Veitch and Susan Goodman

both came here with large sums of money?

- Unless they thought they'd spend a lot at the bar.

- 20,000 pounds?

- Susan Goodman withdrew 10,000 pounds

a couple of days before coming here.

- Angela Veitch borrowed 20,000.

Now what I'm asking is why do they need all this money

just before they came here?

Why not put it in your safe?

And why are both lots of money missing?

- You're being absurd.

- Did you threaten Susan Goodman

or try to blackmail her about her private life?

- What kind of man do you think I am?

- We've got a fair idea.

- Here's a list of guests for the last three months.

- How many are booked here next week?

- 40.

- Cancel them.

- You want me to deprive 40 people of a hard-earned break

because you have some ludicrous hunch?

- Yeah.

Hello, Paul.

I'm so sorry, mate.

- I can't take it in.

Susan wouldn't hurt anyone.

- I know, Paul.

I know you love Susan and you can't replace her,

but I'm sure she'd want you to carry on and live your life.

- I haven't been really on my own for 30 years.

- Well, you'll find your way again.

Just give it some time.

- That's what I said to you.

- Yeah.

I know, and I'm still here to tell the tale, just about.

What are you thinking about?

- The Arcadia place.

Brian Fairmile sending us a free holiday.

He must have realized we were Fairmile pensioners.

Don't you think that's really sick?

There were a lot of us.

Yeah, I suppose so.

- I find it very difficult

Pauline's still working for him now, very difficult.

- At least he pays her well.

Pauline was telling--

- I can't afford to feed us, let alone pay the mortgage.

- I wish I had your worries.

- I'm sorry, Paul.

You were a great friend to me when I needed one.

- Mr. Edwards?

DI Pascoe.

This is Superintendent Dalziel.

We understand Susan Goodman worked for you.

- Did Susan come to you when she left her husband?

- Is it that obvious?

- Call it a wild guess.

- She worked for me for 12 years.

In that time, we became pretty close.

- Did you know her husband well?

- I knew him.

- How long had the affair been going on?

- Pretty well the whole time that she worked here.

- Must have been a bit tricky when her husband gave up work.

No shutting up shop for the day.

- Our relationship wasn't sorted like that.

- Did he know about the affair?

- No.

Paul wouldn't have let her work here if he did know.

- Susan Goodman went on an Arcadia holiday six weeks ago

with her husband, wanted to get more out of their marriage.

Sounds like a reconciliation to me.

- She was ill then.

She called in sick.

- Do you know why Susan would have borrowed

10,000 pounds from her bank?

- Well, I gave her 10,000.

We were gonna set up home together.

She can't wait any longer living the same lie with Paul.

Perhaps she decided she needed more.

I'm surprised she didn't talk to me about it.

- So it was true love then.

- Yes, Mr. Dalziel, it was.

It was my one chance of happiness.

- Now do remember to right click

when you use your shortcut menus.

You don't need any computer training.

- Well, I can find my way around the internet,

but that's about all.

- That's a good start.

- That's her private money.

- You have no idea why she drove out

and borrowed another 10,000?

- Borrowed?

Who from?

- Is it possible she was being blackmailed, Mr. Goodman?

- Blackmailed, Susan?

She never did anything criminal in her life.

- Not necessarily criminal.

Did you know your wife was having an affair?

- You mean Ben?

- Yeah, I suppose you do know it went on for 12 years.

- That was when our son died.

My friend, Terry Parker told me before

she was having an affair.

I didn't wanna lose her.

She was my wife so please don't say anything bad about her.

You think Susan was being blackmailed

over her affair,

that that was her payoff, whoever it was?

The logic's not right.

This is something Angela Veitch knew about, and that's why

she called Susan Goodman when she was at the supermarket.

- She didn't want to speak about it in front of her husband.

What you got?

Alright.

Is Rosie okay?

Can you see her?

Thanks, mate.

- Alright, is she?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, she's fine.

Traces of teltroxin were found

in the perfume bottle sent to Angela Veitch.

- What if she was trying to warn Susan Goodman

in the supermarket?

- It's been a long road, but in this case,

all roads lead back to bloody Arcadia.

- This friend of Paul's, Terry Parker,

he might be able to shed some light on it.

Your wife told us where to find you.

Nice place to work.

- It's my son's business.

He's at agricultural college.

I'm just the dog's body.

- You're Paul Goodman's friend.

- I haven't seen as much of him as I'd like to lately.

- You saw him this morning.

- I heard what happened.

He needed my support.

How well did you know Susan?

- Paul and I were friends.

We didn't socialize much as couples.

He's a good man.

He saved my life.

- Good afternoon.

- You didn't like Susan very much, did you?

- What do you mean?

- You told her husband she was having an affair.

- No man deserves to be humiliated like that.

- Can you think of anybody

who might have taken advantage of her affair?

Infidelity's a perfect reason for blackmail, Mr. Parker.

- Well, if you're thinking of me, you'd be wrong.

But you're welcome to check.

If you do find any spare cash lying around,

you be sure to let me know

because I can certainly do with it.

- He's not bitter then.

- Hello, Paul.

I'd like to try and explain.

- Cup of tea?

- Thanks, Mr. Caulfield.

- You can't beat working outside.

Watch it, dad.

The azalea!

Oh, god.

- You stupid bloody man!

That cost me 50 pounds!

- I thought it was a weed.

- Oh, did you?

Well, that shows how much you know about gardening.

That is coming out of your money!

Jason, don't bring him back here again.

- This is my house.

- And I don't have any say?

- I can't manage the garden on my own.

- Gardeners are ten a penny.

- Why do you treat them like that?

- They call themselves bloody gardeners.

- It was an accident.

What is really the matter, my darling?

- I feel all alone.

Let's be honest, Andrew.

What do we really have in common?

- I thought you like being with me.

- We never see anyone else.

We never go anywhere.

- I don't understand what it is that you want me to do.

- But you never ask!

Excuse me, have you got

any other colors on this one?

- I'm not sure about that brand.

I'll just check for you, okay?

Excuse me.

I don't think she paid for that.

- I've got a bit more on one of the guests at Arcadia.

Top government scientist Andrew Caulfield

talks openly and frankly about the threat of germ warfare

in today's climate of fear.

He attended the C5 conference for the last time

before retirement with his long-term partner

and research fellow, Jill Caulfield.

- Well, it says here that Caulfield went to Arcadia

with a Jane Caulfield.

- Well, it could be a second wife.

- Yeah, records office say that Jill Caulfield died

not long after the article was written.

And apparently, Jane,

she was her nurse at Wetherton Royal Infirmary.

She nursed Jill right through to the end.

- She wasn't the only one getting a bed bath then.

Enjoying yourself, Mrs. MacAlpine?

- Yeah, yeah, thank you.

- Hey, Robert mate, come on.

Join in.

- I don't dance. I'm drying up.

- Come and have a dance?

You're boring!

You're making a fool of yourself.

- Mrs. Lennox?

Mrs. Lennox!

- Have you seen my wife?

- Yes, I saw her go over that way.

- Thank you.

Sorry, sorry.

- Barbara, are you there?

- I am just trying to have a good time.

- You are being stupid.

- And you are like a wet blanket

hanging around me all the time!

- Excuse me, have you seen my wife?

No, I haven't.

Laura!

Laura!

Robert?

Hang on.

- Jim, don't!

Jim!

Somebody help!

Please, help him, somebody!

Jim!

Come on, Jim, take him over here.

Here!

Jim.

Somebody help!

Mrs. Caulfield.

- What now?

We wanna speak to your husband.

You know you went to Arcadia

at the same time as Susan Goodman and Angela Veitch.

- Yes, about six weeks ago.

- They both died from teltroxin poisoning.

Take a good look at them.

- I have no real recollection of either of them.

- Why did you go to Arcadia, Mr. Caulfield?

- It was Jane's idea.

She thought we needed some fun.

- Has anyone ever asked you

about your work or about teltroxin?

- Or how to make it?

- I haven't worked with chemicals since I retired.

It's not fruitcake.

You'll need a laboratory to make teltroxin.

And I am bound by the Official Secrets Act.

- What about Mrs. Caulfield?

- Jane knew that I worked at Downbuckland, that's all.

I think she had an idea that I've seen

some sort of espionage or something.

It has not been possible to connect your call.

Please try again later.

- Oh, god, answer the phone, bloody woman.

- It looks as though

she was knocked unconscious and then drowned.

I'll bet there'll be water in her lungs at postmortem.

SOCO seems to think she was struck with oar.

- Why change the MO?

- From that I understand,

you wouldn't use teltroxin outside.

It could blow back in your face.

You couldn't control it.

- Next time you decide to play Superman,

make sure you wear your tights under your underpants.

It will keep you warmer.

- I'll have to borrow a pair of yours.

- I thought those days were over.

- Me too.

- Sorry to break up the fun.

Superintendent Dalziel.

This is DI Pascoe.

We need to,

thank you.

We need to ask you about Laura MacAlpine.

- You don't know why she left the party?

- No.

- Did you see anyone else around?

- Why should we?

- How well did you know her and her husband, Mr. Webster?

- Well, we didn't.

We only just met them here a couple of days ago.

- Sorry, my husband's just pulled a man out of the water.

I don't think you should be treating him like a suspect.

- How is Robert?

- He'd be dead if you hadn't jumped in.

- Who'd want me?

I couldn't have nailed down a job as a shelf stacker.

- Yeah, well, if you're gonna start again--

- Yeah, well, the two of you make me feel expendable.

You working for that bastard, Fairmile.

Jason will be batter off without me.

- I just bring in the money.

Jason as well.

- Yeah, but don't you think I want to do that?

I feel useless.

- You're not useless.

- Was there ever a time,

a time when you felt you'd be better off without me?

I know I've been really miserable.

- Of course not.

- You said that too quickly, Pauline.

- Look,

after all the time and effort I've invested

in this marriage, I'm not going to throw it away, am I?

And anyway,

I love you.

- A lot of women wouldn't.

- Well, I do.

- What Caulfield said was true.

Special branch know everything about him,

the calls he makes, friends he has.

Did he work with teltroxin?

- He worked with lots of chemicals.

What motive would he have to kill

Angela Veitch or Susan Goodman?

- Let's find out then.

- And we were with him tonight

when Laura MacAlpine was murdered.

- Maybe he had an accomplice.

We'll search the MacAlpines' room, check the bank account.

And let's add the Caulfields into the pot while we're at it,

see if any of the missing money has gone there.

- Sir, SOCO found this in the bushes.

It's Laura MacAlpine's phone.

- That must have been knocked from her when she fell.

- Let's have it here then.

- There's a text message on it sent as 6:55 this evening.

- I'm here.

Who's here?

- Someone called Barbara.

There's also a message telling her where to come.

- Have we tried to call it?

- Just rings.

There's no answer phone message.

- Well, whoever this missing Barbara was,

she was already there down at the river.

- Yeah, Pascoe.

Sir, sorry to interrupt.

It's about your daughter.

- Why can't Rosie talk to me, Andy?

I just don't understand why she's stealing.

- Peter, look at this.

It's been ripped open.

- What did I tell you?

- 20,000 pounds, withdrawn three days ago.

What am I gonna tell your mom?

You're making things impossible for both of us!

- Sorry.

- Yeah, we talk, you say sorry,

then you go and do it all over again!

- I'm sure Rosie has an explanation, Peter.

- Stay out of this please, Andy!

Do you want a criminal record?

'Cause that's what's gonna happen.

- I don't know.

- What do you mean you don't know?

You think there's any chance they won't pursue it?

- I think that store always prosecutes, sir.

- Have you talked to the police?

- Nah, they won't believe me.

Would you?

- No, I wouldn't believe you either.

How much?

- 20,000 pounds.

- Well, don't tell me you couldn't do with the money.

- Everything feels so unreal at the moment.

Susan's dead,

and all this money just turns up on the doorstep.

- Well, maybe you're supposed to do

some of those things Susan wouldn't let you do.

You could fix that old camper van, go touring again.

- Yeah.

I suppose you're right.

- That was a brave thing you did last night.

- It was a bloody stupid thing, diving drunk into a river.

- Oh.

I could have lost you.

- I bet there've been plenty of times when you wish you had.

- Can we go home?

- Well, we can't just leave.

We need to see how Robert is.

- Then can we go home?

- Get us a whiskey.

Who's that from?

- Oh, just one of those phone company messages.

- You just looked like you were expecting it.

What's wrong?

- Nothing.

I hate this place.

- You're not involved with someone else, are you?

- Of course not!

- There's just all these text messages you've been getting.

- They're just junk, you know,

do I want to change my tariffs, that sort of thing.

- If you've been seeing somebody else--

- Honestly, love, I just want to leave

and go home.

- Is a Mrs. Lennox staying here, please?

- Didn't you stay with us?

- Yeah, six weeks ago.

I was expecting her, but she never turned up.

Is she here this week?

- She was supposed to be, but she's canceled.

Do you want me to see if I can call her for you?

- Excuse me, are you looking for Mrs. Lennox?

Yes.

- Home hubbies?

- Why, are you?

- Yes.

- I'm really worried.

Have you heard what's been happening?

- Sorry I was so long, love.

Oh, my god.

What's this?

What exactly did she say when you told her?

- She said her husband must have gone for a drive

so she went for a walk.

When she got back, her husband wasn't there.

But I'm not sure I believe her, sir.

- Meaning what?

- She just seemed all panicked and grief stricken.

- Let's go and see her then.

- My dad's not well.

Mom's had to go home, dropped Rosie at the station.

- Sir, Christine Webster has checked out.

- Where do the Websters live?

- Longmaster, it's miles away.

- Well, let's get the local uniform around to her house,

see if she's turned up.

- We've screwed up, Peter.

- Someone walked over your grave?

- This place, it gives me very bad karma.

- Rosie, could you step outside for a moment, please?

- I'm on a chat line.

- Rosie!

- I'm talking to a guy in Prague, Snoop Dogg fan.

- I tell you what, why don't you use my office for a bit?

Take your pens and paper with you.

It'll only be for a few minutes, love.

I don't like these chat lines, you know.

When I was Rosie's age, I used to go down to the youth club.

- Sir, Christine Webster's bank statement.

It shows she withdrew 20,000 pounds

two days before she arrived at Arcadia.

- So she must be on the run.

- Maybe she was frightened.

Perhaps the teltroxin was meant for her.

- I still think all roads lead to Arcadia, Peter.

- Yeah, but who to?

We've got nothing on Fairmile.

- Neither Susan Goodman or Angela Veitch's husband

were able to five a reason

why their wives might be blackmailed.

- So all we've got is Laura MacAlpine's husband.

- Poor sod probably doesn't even know

his wife's been murdered.

We're very sorry, Mr. MacAlpine.

Do you know of any reason why your wife

might have been blackmailed?

- Why would she have withdrawn 20,000 pounds from her bank?

- We've talked about her gambling,

but she always said she was completely in control

and I believed her.

- Where did she gamble?

- On the internet.

- That's usually done by credit cards.

You wouldn't need cash.

- Did you or your wife know Brian Fairmile

before you entered Arcadia?

- When we found your wife's mobile phone,

there was a text message from someone called B,

possibly Barbara someone.

Do you have any idea who that might be?

- We've only been together for two years.

They were good years.

She was very exciting to be with.

She gave me all sorts of new experiences.

When she said she wanted to go to the Arcadia, I agreed.

I don't really know why she insisted on going.

What?

- It's important, sir, about last night,

that business with Rosie.

- Well, no one's blaming you.

- Well, I had a word with Mr. Karib, the store manager.

And?

- It's sorted.

It wasn't your call.

- Sorry, sir.

- Mr. Caulfield?

- Hello.

You don't know me,

but you met my wife at Arcadia, Pauline Parker.

She works there.

- What did you say your name was?

- I didn't.

It's Terry, Terry Parker.

I'm here because the same thing happened

to a friend of mine, Paul Goodman, his wife, Susan.

- Oh, yeah, right, okay.

Are you coping alright?

- Yeah, well.

It hasn't really hit home yet,

but Angela and me, we...

- You can tell me if you want to.

- Oh, we,

she tried hard with me,

but now I'm back doing the only thing

I really know how, back working at the post office.

- It should be a great thing

having your old friends around you, your mates.

- Not many of them left now.

They took early retirement like me.

- Yeah, I wasn't given that choice.

They made me redundant.

- It looks like neither of us got what we wanted.

- Yeah.

Well,

I didn't come here to talk about me.

I just wanted to see if you were alright,

and I'm sorry to have bothered you.

- Thanks, that's very considerate.

- We've all still got a few dreams left, eh.

- Yeah.

- Please, don't tell dad.

- Rosie, I can't.

- Promise.

- What you're asking me to do--

- You're my friend.

- I can't let you go through with this.

- Please.

- If you promise to tell your dad yourself,

then I won't tell him you told me.

- Okay.

- I'm sorry.

I did try.

- I'd heard all about your intimate management style.

Hello, love.

Is your name Barbara?

- No, I'm Linda.

- Well, in that case,

you can take your good vibrations somewhere else.

I need to speak to your guru alone.

Right.

Four people are dead, one is missing, and they've all been

at your establishment in the last few weeks.

What's the story?

- Well, I've been completely shattered

by these awful events.

It's an absolute negation

of everything this place represents.

But I don't know how I can help you.

- I'll ask you again, Mr. Fairmile.

Did you kill them?

- Oh, good god, no.

Why do you think, how do you think--

- We know that you have affairs

with some of your female guests.

- Oh, this is ridiculous.

- You've been seen by your staff.

- Who?

- What happened?

Run out of money, did you?

Spent it all on this place.

Did you try to blackmail 'em,

threaten to tell their husbands?

Maybe they were gonna turn you in.

We already know what a greedy ruthless bastard you are.

There are several hundred pensioners out there

who can vouch for that.

- You have absolutely no proof of any of this.

- You think so?

- Oh, shit.

Oh, god.

- What's going on?

I need a break.

- Without me?

- Yes, without you.

- Something's going on.

You're involved in something.

What is it?

- I just need to get away from this house and you.

Oh, it's not your fault, Andrew.

It's mine.

- Something happened at Arcadia, didn't it?

The women who went there, they all died.

Have you taken the teltroxin?

- Oh, please, leave me alone.

- Why have you taken 20,000 pounds from our bank account?

- That's my business.

- That's not strictly true, is it?

- I don't know why I ever came to live here

in the first place.

I have hated every minute of it,

living with an old bloody man!

No!

You stay away from me.

- Is he lying?

- You know what,

I don't think this has got anything to do

with blackmail at all.

So it's not blackmail and not gambling.

What was the money for?

To buy something.

- Dad, something really weird happened today.

- Oh, yeah?

- The police came around again.

What about?

- They were asking questions about a Barbara,

if Susan had anything to do with gambling.

- Don't worry.

Keep things to yourself.

Hide the money somewhere, alright?

- I don't know, Terry.

I'm starting to feel very pressured.

I think I might have to tell the police.

- I wish some anonymous benefactor would give me 20 grand.

- Oh.

- Take your time and you think about it, eh?

- Yeah.

- What are you doing here?

- I had nowhere else to go.

- Shit!

- I can't go to the police.

I'm sorry.

Thanks, Pauline.

- My pleasure.

Good night.

- Good night.

- Pauline.

Good.

There's something I wanted to tell you.

- Can you make it quick, please, Brian?

I want to get home.

- You're doing too much.

- What are you trying to say?

- Well, love, this is a business decision

more than anything else.

I want you to scale down your work here,

create a new opportunity for someone else.

I mean I'd love you to continue with the computer stuff.

I mean you're really good at that.

But the dance and tai chi, I think we should bring in

someone that our customers can really relate to.

- Yeah, I think what you're trying to say is the men

who come here would rather see someone younger.

- Well, I wouldn't put it quite like that.

- The road to Arcadia leads to this, does it?

Chucked out on the scrap heap in favor of the...

- I wanted to meet you in my office.

I wanted to avoid this.

Pauline, this is Colette.

- Yeah, I know who this is.

- Pauline, I have to think of the company.

- I think you'll have plenty to think about, Brian.

- I've always shown you total loyalty,

which is more than can be said for you.

- Robert MacAlpine has an insurance policy

with the Scottish Prudence for 150,000 pounds.

I also checked his wife's credit card statements.

She was over 40,000 pounds in debt mainly because she pays

500 pounds a week into an online gambling account.

- 25,000 a year?

- How much did she win?

- That's how much she lost.

- Well addicts have killed for less than 25 grand.

- I'm seeing a shape emerging here.

These women could have had one thing in common,

a reason to get rid of their husbands.

Now we know that Susan Goodman wanted to run off

with her lover, and the Veitchs' marriage was a living hell.

Laura MacAlpine needed her husband's insurance money

to feed a habit.

- And Christine Webster?

- I don't know.

But there's her dead husband and a missing 20 grand,

so it's not a stretch, is it?

- So who's got the missing money?

I don't think I can do this, Andy.

- You'll find a way.

- No.

No, it's not gonna work.

- You better look at this.

I told her better make sure

she haven't got sticky fingers again.

I think I found the reason she's been shoplifting.

That's how much she wants to stay.

- She looked straight at the CCTV camera in the supermarket.

- She wanted to be caught.

- You've been shoplifting so you'll have a criminal record.

- I just wanna be with you here at home.

- Listen, Rosie, of course I want you back.

I miss you.

I can't tell you how much.

But you've gotta think what it'd be like.

I'll never be there to pick you up from school,

help you with your homework.

Most weekends, I'm chasing up after some case or other.

- Weekends, I can be in your office.

I can make myself supper.

- No.

You shouldn't be hanging around waiting for me.

You need a full-time dad or mom.

- Why can't grandma look after me until you get home?

- Grandma's got grandad.

- I'm 13 now.

- Yeah, but not 18.

It wouldn't be fair on you, Rosie.

However much I love you and want this to happen,

I'd be a really selfish dad if I kept you here.

Come on.

Your mom loves you very much.

She can give you everything I can't right now.

I know it's hard,

but you've just gotta trust me on this, Rosie.

- You never visit me.

- What about we go back together?

And I promise, from now on,

I'll go and see you every school holiday, okay?

- Andrew?

I just wanted to say I'm sorry

about the plant.

And I hope I didn't upset your wife too much.

- No.

- I don't want it to affect Jason and his job here.

- Thank you.

- Would you

apologize to your wife for me?

- Jane's gone.

- Sorry.

- She's left me.

- I'm so sorry.

- So am I.

- I hope you don't think

I'm speaking out of turn, Mr. Caulfield,

but in my opinion, you're better off without her.

- Would you go now?

Please.

- A couple of days ago.

Couldn't you have told us sooner?

- I didn't think it was important until today.

You sure it was Jane Caulfield?

- I'm sure.

She and Christine Webster

were having a very nervous conversation.

- She was asking about Barbara Lennox.

- Yeah.

- What was it she said again?

- I'm really worried.

Do you know what's happened?

And they said something about home hobbies.

- Home hobbies?

- That's what it sounded like.

- Okay, thanks.

Special branch had him

under surveillance did they?

His wife's missing.

He's dead.

And somewhere, there's a bottle of teltroxin.

He'd need to keep it refrigerated

or have a lab somewhere.

- Well, you can't just walk out of

Downbuckland with this stuff.

like people nick staplers from the office.

- It looks like he's been using it

to kill garden bugs and rats, sir.

There's patches where he must have

sprayed something pretty lethal.

- And Jane Caulfield's phone's turned off.

It looks like all her stuff's been taken from the bedroom.

So now we've got two women on the run,

her and Christine Webster.

- I would like to offer my sincere apologies

for any inconvenience you may have been caused.

Of course, if any of you would prefer to leave,

all monies will be refunded.

Meanwhile, I give you my personal pledge to continue

to try and make this a unique and happy experience.

- Fairmile.

- Terry.

- Why did you sack my wife?

- Would you like to talk in my office?

- You and your father defrauded 5,000 pensioners,

destroyed their lives, including mine,

but that wasn't enough for you, was it?

You had to humiliate my wife, deprive her of a living.

God knows what you've got to do with all these deaths.

- That's enough.

I'd like you to leave.

- I should have done that years ago.

- Now you wouldn't keep teltroxin in a place like this.

It needs to be kept cold.

That's supposed to be bad luck.

- I'll take that chance.

What's under there?

- It looks like an old ice house.

Well, that won't do you much good.

- Just get that lot in here.

- I didn't think you had it in you.

- I went back to see Andrew Caulfield today.

His wife's left him.

- Are you trying to get your job back?

- No, just to see that Jason's was okay.

I'm a liability, remember?

- You're not.

- It's all going wrong, Pauline.

- What is?

- My life.

- Oh, come on.

No one's life goes perfectly all the time.

- Bloody hell, you scared me.

- I just went to get some things while you were asleep.

We can't starve.

I can't go on like this, Jane.

- What?

- I am turning myself in.

- No!

For god sake, listen, you can't do that.

What will you say to them?

- I won't say anything about you.

- Oh, well, I think they'll find out anyway.

Listen, I'm gonna get hold of Barbara.

I am gonna track her down.

- Why?

What good will that do?

How would you know that she isn't the one

who's killing us all?

- Peter.

It's confirmed.

Traces of teltroxin were found

in Andrew Caulfield's secret hiding hole.

Jane Caulfield, bored living with a man

old enough to be her father.

She has a fling with Brian Fairmile

while they're at Arcadia.

- Is Fairmile part of the conspiracy?

Do you want us to bring him in, sir?

- No, it's not him.

He's a sleazeball alright, but he's too exposed

and too careless about his little peccadilloes.

Now the key thing is did the women meet before Arcadia.

If so, where?

And whose idea is it to go around

bumping off all their husbands?

Is Jane Caulfield the ring leader, or is there someone else

lurking in the shadows, this Barbara person?

Snoop Dogg.

- You what?

- Chat rooms, internet chat rooms, a place where strangers

can meet without ever leaving their homes.

That's the perfect place for a plan like this to develop.

I bet it started as a bad taste joke.

You know, women complain about their husbands,

egging each other on, a sort of game.

- And then you turn it from a game into reality.

- Home hobbies, can that be a website?

- I arranged to meet Barbara, yeah.

It was her that suggested we all meet at Arcadia,

only she wasn't there.

- I chatted to her for weeks.

- Me too.

When I heard teltroxin was involved, god,

I didn't know what to think.

You see, my husband, well, he's one of the few people

who could have had access to it.

He's a scientist.

He illegally took some to put on his garden, but I checked.

I checked it and it was still there.

- She tricked us all.

Now she's trying to kill us all.

- Do you know I thought that was her when you came in?

- You said you told her about this place?

- I did.

- So she knows where we are.

- We've got a home hobbies,

but it's just a fancy football club.

- How about all the sites that deal with all this?

- There'll be thousands and thousands of them.

- Keep trying, Parvez.

- It's a needle in a haystack, Andy.

- Try home hubbies.

He-he-hey.

How do we find out who owns this?

- You do a who-is search on one of the dot com registers.

- How easy would it be to discuss murder?

- Very easy, sir.

You just go into a private chatroom,

or you can exchange addresses, go into messenger,

and you can talk privately there.

Look, a list of the members.

- Stop.

There's Barbara Lennox.

Mr. Caulfield's dead.

- But I only spoke to him a few hours ago.

- It was suicide.

I heard you talking to Paul Goodman on the doorstep

about his wife and some money.

There's something else, dad.

I think Mr. Caulfield had something under his shed.

- Well, if he did, the police would have found it by now.

They're all over the place.

- What if he's the one who killed all those women?

They'll wanna know why I didn't say something sooner.

- Well, what could you have told them?

He was just a retired man you garden for.

- I knew he was a scientist at Downbuckland.

- Yeah, but that doesn't mean

you have any reason to suspect anyone, does it?

- Dad, we've been working there for six weeks.

- He used it as an insecticide.

That's all.

- How did you know?

Dad?

- He told me.

You just say nothing.

You saw nothing, you know nothing.

That way, you stay out of trouble.

- Sir?

Yeah.

- I traced the website

from the international domains register.

You won't believe who it belongs to.

- I'm taking your advice, Terry.

I'm getting the old van ready,

planning a trip to the lade district.

Sit yourself down.

I'll make you a cup of tea.

Hey, I tell you what.

You don't fancy coming with us, do you?

Can we come in, Pauline?

- Yeah, of course.

- I understand that you're the owner of this website.

Yes.

Why did you set it up?

- Originally, it was a help group for Fairmile pensioners.

So many of the men were shattered by what had happened.

Then gradually, it became more about the problems

the women were having with their husbands

being home all day.

They could, you know, compare notes,

try to help each other cope with the damage.

- Did you realize that some women were using it

to swap ways of killing their husbands?

- You're joking.

- Don't you ever check the site?

- Since I started work, I haven't had time.

- You mean this just rolls on

and people use it to plan murder and nobody knows?

Her full name's Barbara Lennox.

She's the spider at the center of this web.

- Oh, god.

Barbara Lennox was the name of my husband's first girlfriend

when he was a young man.

- Where is your husband?

- I don't know.

- I did it for you, Paul.

There's a place on the internet where women go.

I chatted to Susan for weeks, every night,

pretended to have the same problem, a disposable husband.

She was prepared to pay this other woman 20,000 pounds

for teltroxin to kill you.

I mean I couldn't let it happen.

You're my oldest friend.

I hate her, Paul.

- Get out!

- Sorry, Paul.

Think of it as a debt repaid.

I didn't do it for the money anyway.

- I never interfered up here.

I thought he just needed a space of his own.

I never dreamt,

I just wanted him out of the way.

He was so bloody miserable all the time.

I just couldn't cope.

What's he doing?

Look at these.

Conversations with somebody called Jane.

- Jane Caulfield.

- Let's get a uniform at the Parkers' house right away.

- Done, sir.

We've got Mrs. Parker in a hotel.

- There must be some clues to where Jane Caulfield's gone.

- I found something.

She refers here to a flat in Barnsbridge,

a place she kept where she'd go to

when things got too much with Andrew.

- It's ironic, really.

I know I planned Jim's death,

but I knew I could never go through with it.

And now she's killed him anyway.

- I could never go back to Andrew now.

- When I was out,

I saw a newspaper headline.

- And?

- He killed himself this morning.

- Oh, god.

- If you cared so much about him,

why did you get involved in all this?

- But we planned to.

- Why is somebody trying to kill us?

- It's alright.

Take it.

She's not gonna get us.

Shit.

Barbara?

It was Terry Parker.

Remember, he's got the teltroxin.

Better tell the Downbuckland where we're going.

- Mr. Parker?

- I stole the teltroxin from under your nose.

- You're Barbara Lennox.

- You women, you think you're so clever,

whining and gossiping about

those poor men you were married to,

daring each other.

You heartless cows.

One of the women on that site was married

to a friend of mine, Paul Goodman.

And your husband, he was a good,

kind, gentle man.

He didn't deserve a monster like you.

Shut up.

I don't wanna hear you open your mouth again.

I'm going to give you a choice of how to die,

which is more than you would have given Andrew.

Oh, no.

Jason?

You get away from here!

- What have you done?

Is somebody in there?

Dad!

- Get away!

Jason, no!

Get away!

I'm sorry, Jason.

I love you, lad.

- Bullocks.

Are you alright?

Are you okay?

- My dad is up there.

Go and take care of her.

Yes, sir.

- Glad I'm not married.

Alright then.

Dad's straightened me up.

I'm glad he coming back with me though.

That's us.

- Hey, don't forget to get me on my SOS messenger thingie.

- Alright.

Bye, Uncle Andy.

- Come here.

Take care.

- I'll see you in a week.

Try not to miss me.

- As if.