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Matilda Stone first experienced heartbreak

at the tender age of three years,

three days, three hours,
and three minutes old...

...when her mother mysteriously disappeared.

But her youth would also bear witness

to the heartbreak of her
mother's three sisters.

Her Aunt Cat Stone suffered
prolonged heartbreak

due to the untimely death
of fellow band member

and soulmate, Nikki Holler.

Her Aunt Jane Stone
suffered instant heartbreak

when she was jilted on her wedding day.

And her Aunt Beth Stone

suffered the inevitable heartbreak

of losing her husband
to a long-term illness.

For most,
the notion of having a heart of stone

means a person with a
cold or unfeeling nature.

But for Matilda,

to have a heart of stone means to be someone

who, despite their own heart being broken,

is still capable of immense love.

It had been three months, two weeks,

12 days,
and 13 hours since that fateful night

when Matilda Stone had missed
the opportunity of a blind date

with local GP Dr. Daniel Lynch.

Since that time,
Matilda has committed herself

to her policing career with
little thought of romance,

whereas Daniel has taken
the notions of commitment

and romance to a whole new level.

Engagement? No!

Morning, Aunt Jane.

Morning, Matilda.

Have you seen the paper?

- I haven't seen anything.

What about the paper?

Well, um... Well, the price has gone up.

I-It's a disgrace.

I agree. It's totally unacceptable.

I think I might write to our MP.

Mm.

You're all acting weird.

Why are you here anyway?
I thought you were staying

at the Wellness Retreat for
that article you're writing.

We're on our way there now.

Uh, we were just wondering
if we couldn't persuade Jane

to join us.

Yeah, come on, sis -- a bit of pampering,

bit of spa action, you know you want to.

Strange people touching me?
I don't think so.

You two go. Have fun.

Bye.

Bye.

Now celebrating its 20th year,
the Wildemarsh Wellness Retreat

has long prospered through its motto,

"Refecti, Requiem, Reparando."

Looking good!

"Rest, Recuperate, Reinvigorate."

Okay, we'll end it there.

Although certain employees' ideas

about how to reinvigorate
its female clientele...

- Let me help you.
- Oh, thank you.

...are somewhat open to interpretation.

Stephen Swift.

Physiotherapist and
chief fitness instructor.

Beth Stone. And this is my sister Cat.

Ms. Stone, is it?

Sorry, what's your name again?

Stephen, but you can call me Steve.

Well, I hate to break this to you, Steve,

but that tree you're barking up,
it's the wrong one.

Stephen,
take our guests' bags to the Dolphin Room.

- But I was just --
- Straightaway, please.

I'll see you ladies later.

Not if we see you first.

Rowena Walker,
general manager and head of public relations.

And you must be -- don't tell me --

uh, Cat, former Volcanic Youth guitarist

and award-winning graphic novelist,

meaning you must be Beth,
best-selling author

and intrepid guest columnist
at the Wildemarsh Watchman.

You've done your homework.

If you'd like to follow me,

I've prepared a small
tour of the facilities.

Feel free to ask questions.

I want your article to
be an honest reflection

of your stay with us.

Not worried I'll write something bad?

Ah,
when you've been in P.R. as long as I have,

you learn that all
publicity is good publicity.

But General Manager and Head of
Public Relations Rowena Walker

was soon to discover the phrase

"all publicity is good publicity"

wasn't necessarily true.

Especially when it comes to murder.

Morning. Morning.

Morning, sir.

Sergeant Stone, have you seen today's paper?

I know, sir -- the price has gone up again.

My aunts are most upset.

Yes. Precisely. Shocking.

Was there anything else?

Yes, uh,
another break-in at Rachel's Papers.

Uh...

- Well, go on then, Stone. Mm.

- And no hanging about.
- Mm-hmm.

Or reading the paper.

Sir.

So,
as well as detox and weight loss programs,

we also offer many complimentary treatments

like, uh, cognitive behavioral therapy.

And how did the retreat come about?

Well, Dr. Isherwood founded
the retreat 20 years ago

after a successful career in intensive care.

She wanted it to be a place of
calm where people can escape

from the outside world. And off the record,

I think this place is as much
a retreat for Dr. Isherwood

as it is for our guests.

I heard she won the money to
buy this place in a poker game.

Oh, that's an unproven rumor.

And what about you?
How long have you been here?

From the very start.

I was Dr. Isherwood's first employee.

Ah, Winnie. The leak's in there.

Lord Overshaw's moving
to the Albatross Suite.

But I don't want to move.

Can't be helped, I'm afraid, Lord Overshaw.

The leak behind the bath panel

means the entire bathroom
needs redecorating.

But I'm happy where I am.

Dr. Isherwood,
can I introduce you to our guests

from the Wildemarsh Watchman?

Yes, of course. Just one moment.

Let's discuss this matter

once you've settled into your new room,
Lord Overshaw.

Dr. Isherwood.

Pleased to meet you, uh...

Beth Stone and her sister Cat.

Apologies, Rowena did tell me,

but I have a memory like a sieve.

Oh, I'm the same.

Anything new gets lost in the shuffle.

- Yes, precisely.

Ooh!

Oh, Alistair, what have you done now?

I'm trying to fix the leak.

Well, not very effectively,
by the looks of things.

I'm sorry, Angela.

I'm sure Alistair will
have it fixed in no time.

You'll have to excuse me,

I just have to have a
quick word with my brother.

Come along.

Could we possibly not print that?

Thanks.

And this is where you'll be staying.

Rowena, have you seen my pass card?

No, no one's handed it in.

I swear I had it on me earlier.

Sorry, uh, Grace Mulberry, lead therapist.

I specialize in acupuncture if
you have any aches or pains.

Dr. Isherwood's holding a small presentation

about the retreat for you at 6:00.

Alcohol-free, obviously.

I've asked key staff to attend
so you've plenty of time

to ask any questions you
need for your article

before the 10 o'clock curfew.

Curfew?

What curfew?

Dr. Isherwood's a great believer

in the regenerative powers of sleep.

She insists we're all
tucked up in bed by 10:00.

- Oh.
- Come along, Grace.

I'll help you look for that pass card.

Oh, anything you need,
anything at all, just let me know.

Nice meeting you.

Hm.

10 o'clock curfew?

Alcohol-free?

Did I not mention it?

It's the second time this month.

No money taken this time either?

Nope, just random bits of stock.

I figure it's kids mucking about.

You might want to think about
installing a security camera.

Oh, dear, another break-in?

Kids these days.

Papers, Ms. Bryant?

Thank you, Rachel.

See you tomorrow.

Bryant?

Was her husband in the police?

Well, he might have been. I'm not sure.

- Oh, excuse me.

DR.The Rise and Shine Aqua Fit Workout

will commence in seven minutes' time.

What color would you say the pool was?

Azure?

Oh, cheer up. We're on holiday.

What, a salad-only menu,
no booze, and lights out at 10?

I'm not sure this counts as a holiday.

Hi, ladies. Can I offer you a --

Taylor, love?

Today's acupuncture still
hasn't eased my neck.

Be a star and book me
in for another session.

Yes, Ms. Hayes, right away.

Thanks, babe. Appreciate you.

- Uh --
- The Aqua Aerobic Class

is your opportunity to
nurture your water element.

Brat!

The one thing Jane Stone disliked more

than casual fly posting...

You, off my window!

...was the casual use
of the English language.

"Irrigardless"?

If you're going to fly-post,
at least learn how to spell!

What, just chocolates?

127 bars, according to the shop owner.

Sir, have you seen the paper
about Dr. Lynch's engage--

Sarge! I didn't know you were back.

What was that about Dr. Lynch?

Nothing.

"Mr. and Mrs. Timothy Young of the Grange,
Wildemarsh,

are proud to announce the formal
engagement of their daughter,

Ms. Natasha Tatiana Young,
to Dr. Daniel Lynch."

Maybe we should get them a card.

Good idea.

Why don't you organize that, Foster?

Sir.

And finally,

our patented Regal Jelly
Facial Mask Treatment,

made from bees raised on our estate.

The treatment transforms the skin,

relieves modern-day stresses,

and makes you look and feel years younger.

The Wildemarsh Wellness Retreat.

Requiem, Reparando, Refecti.

If I could have everyone's attention.

As you all know,
this year we are celebrating

the retreat's 20th anniversary.

With this in mind,
now seems like an appropriate time for me

to start planning my succession.

I have decided to take a
step back from my duties

as retreat director.

I'll still be living on-site, of course,

and I'll always be around
as a sounding board

should anyone need me,
but it means that the day-to-day

running of the place will be
in the hands of someone new.

Since we're all gathered together,

I'd like to take this opportunity

to announce my successor.

They are someone very special,

a loyal employee,

a real member of the family.

I am delighted to announce
that the next director

of the Wildemarsh Wellness
Retreat will be...

our very own lead therapist, Grace Mulberry.

I'm sure you will all join me

in wishing Grace the very best
of good luck in her new role.

She made me promise not to say anything.

- Hm!
- I need a proper drink.

Oh, someone's not happy.

He's not alone.

While Rowena Walker's
self-help books informed her

that other people's successes
weren't her failure,

she couldn't help but feel an
acute sense of disappointment.

A sentiment similarly shared

by a certain detective sergeant.

Oh, Matilda, I didn't know you were home.

How was your day?

Hm?

Oh, sorry. Um, quiet.

Chocolate theft at Rachel's Papers.

That reminds me,
do you remember if Inspector Bryant's wife

was called Edith?

Who?

The officer in charge
of Mum's disappearance.

I can't say that I remember.
I tell you what --

why don't I make your favorite,
tuna pasta bake?

Oh, sorry,
I've not got much of an appetite tonight.

You remember that day you were
12 and I didn't get married?

Of course.

Well, looking back,
I think what happened then was for the best.

What I'm trying to say, not very elegantly,

is that sometimes,

and quite a lot of the time, actually,

things have a way of working out.

Thanks, Aunt Jane.

As the clock struck 10,

everyone at the Wildemarsh Wellness Retreat

was complying with Dr.
Isherwood's strict curfew.

Everyone, that is,
except Dr. Isherwood herself.

DR. The 10 o'clock curfew

is about to begin.

Hello?!

Hello? Help me! I can't get out!

Help! I can't get out!

Help! Please help me!

Help me!

Help me.

Help me, please.

This is a bit naughty, isn't it?

Naughty's good for you.

Come on, spa's this way.

What about the curfew?

I haven't been to bed before 10 o'clock

since I was at junior school.

Besides...

Where'd you get that?

Best you don't ask.

Ah, we'll have to drink it out the bottle.

What's that?

Oh, God!

Ah!

Yes, I'll tell her now.

The head of the Wellness
Retreat has been steamed alive.

Dr. Isherwood liked have the spa to herself.

She'd wait until the 10 o'clock curfew

and spend half an hour in the steam room.

You could set your clock by it.

And this was general knowledge?

By staff and regular guests, yes.

I'm sorry, um...

Dr. Isherwood was like
a fairy godmother to me.

Melanie?

Natasha, what are you doing here?

Oh, Mummy's treating me.

I have a pound and a half to lose

before the engagement party.

Oh, Mummy, this is Melanie,

one of Daniel's little work colleagues.

Matilda.

Natasha.

Daniel, darling!

Dr. Lynch.

Congratulations on your engagement.

Natasha thought it was time we settled down.

Have you set a date?

Not yet,
but we don't intend leaving it too long.

Do we, darling, hmm?

- Shall we?
- Please.

It was nice to meet you, Melanie.

Have you heard? Terrible.

Did you see anything
unusual going on last night?

Me? No.

I was in bed by 8:00.

What took you so long?

I've been doing some
very interesting research

into steam generators.

Oh, sounds riveting.

What's she doing?

I can't see 'round the corner.

- Excuse me, wha--
- Oh!

Matilda, can I apologize?

What are your aunts doing here, Stone?

They found the body, sir.

Your aunts should carry a health warning.

"May seriously harm you
or others around you."

Victim?

Dr. Angela Isherwood. 55, single.

She owned the retreat.

Mattie.
- Cause of death?

Hyperthermia, by the looks of it.

Mattie.

I found traces of red
paint on the door handle,

suggesting something may have
been used to prop it shut.

Coo-ee, Mattie!

Mattie!

She's not gonna stop till she speaks to you,
is she?

- Afraid not, sir.
- Go on.

This had better be important.

Jane's been researching steam generators.

According to the installer I spoke to,

it's almost impossible for
generators to overheat,

unless they have been tampered with.

It's locked, sir.

Foster, break the door down.

Sir.

Stand back, everyone.

Get up, Foster.

Give me a minute.

Have you got a credit card?

Oh, it's the old credit card in the --

....door trick.

That will pay for the damage.

What are you doing here?!
This is a crime scene!

Sir.

Looks like the safety valve
has been manually overridden.

And look.

Paint samples match.

Someone used this broom to
prop the steam room door shut

to prevent Dr. Isherwood from escaping.

- Instigate a murder inquiry.
- Sir.

And if I hear even a whisper
that you three are meddling...

We promise you won't hear a thing.

Excuse me, Inspector.

Yes?

I know you don't want us involved,

but I have just spotted
something between those tubs.

It looks like a false nail.

Lemon Meringue Pie. The color.

Same color that self-obsessed brat had on

by the pool yesterday.

Did you catch her name?

- Yasmin Hayes?
- Yeah, what's going on?

Detective Sergeant Stone,
Marsh Valley Police.

- Detective Inspector Thorne.
- Check the bathroom.

Step aside, please.

Can you account for your whereabouts

between 10:00 and 10:30 last night?

What's this about?

As I said,
can you account for your whereabouts

between 10:00 and 10:30 last night?

Look, I had a bottle of "proscexio,"

feeling a little bit hungover,

and would kind of like
you to be out of my space.

I mean, you're not gonna find anything,

so you might as well just leave.

Lemon Meringue Pie?

It's my shade.

Grace Mulberry's missing pass card.

Look, this is ridiculous.

I'm calling my solicitor.

What have you done with my phone?

Yasmin Hayes,
I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder

of Dr. Angela Isherwood.

What?

Old Iron Britches is dead?

You're making a serious mistake.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

- if you do not mention --
- This is crazy.

I want my phone and I want my solicitor.

You're gonna regret this, I promise.

I was drinking on the
roof terrace all evening.

Don't be disappointed, Sergeant.

Not all murder cases are complex mysteries.

We may not have the motive yet,
but the facts are obvious.

- Ladies.

What -- What's going on?

My sister owns this place,
and I demand to know

what's going on, irregardless.

Maybe we should sit down, Mr. Isherwood.

There's something I need to tell you.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

That everything's a
little bit too convenient.

Well, you heard Inspector Thorne --

the facts are obvious.

But he's forgetting Sherlock Homes.

Yes,
there's nothing more deceptive than an --

...obvious fact.

I've just heard the news.
I'm so sorry, Alistair.

Maybe we should close the
retreat out of respect.

Oh, we can't do that.

Why not?

Our finances have taken
a bit of a hit recently.

If we close, even temporarily,
it'll sink the place.

Dr. Isherwood would never have wanted that.

Then we stay open for Angela.

Yeah.

DR. Good morning.

The Wildemarsh Wellness
Retreat accepts no liability

for injury or endangerment of health.

Matilda.

George.

I'm sorry I never called
you back after our date.

It's okay.

I just figured you lost my number.

So I set this whole thing
up so I could see you again.

Arrest me.

George, you coming or not?

I'd better go. Maybe see you again?

I'd like that.

The same lipstick shade as Yasmin Hayes.

That proves she was out here, just not when.

Oh, look,
a desire path leading to the woods.

A what?

It's an unintended path

caused as a consequence of human footfall.

It was at times like these that Cat Stone

decided her 14 months spent
living off the grid...

...hadn't been a waste of time after all.

- Did it rain last night?
- A bit, about 9:00.

I remember thinking it's the
first rain we've had in weeks.

What time did Lord Overshaw
claim he went to bed?

Have you heard? Terrible.

Did you see anything
unusual going on last night?

No, I was asleep by 8:00.

What? What don't I know?

Tell me!

Can you explain why we found

one of your false nails
in the maintenance room

and Grace Mulberry's pass
card in your bedroom?

Someone must have planted them.

I didn't kill anyone.

If anyone had beef with Dr. Isherwood,

it's that ratchet Rowena Walker.

It's her you should be interviewing.

What makes you say that?

Because after Dr. Isherwood
announced her successor,

I saw the two of them having a blazing row.

This must be a shortcut to Rachel's Papers.

Matilda attended a break-in there yesterday.

- Chocolate theft.
- Ahh!

I told you,
I was hiding out on the roof terrace.

Cigarettes and alcohol are prohibited.

Is there anyone who can
corroborate your whereabouts?

I've been through the belongings
of Dr. Isherwood's locker.

There's no sign of her mobile phone.

Go back to the retreat, take another look.

Make finding it a priority.

What part of hiding out
do you not understand?

Why stay at the retreat at all

if you're going to smoke and drink?

I'm weak.

Sue me.

- Today, Foster.

Sir.

While a bitter Yasmin Hayes
continued her protestations

of innocence, Beth, Cat, and Jane Stone

were soon to hear protestations
involving a far sweeter crime.

Target on the move.

Oh!

- Ohh.

I can explain.

Terry,
we've been searching for you all over.

Me?

Someone wants to speak to a police officer.

My name is Lord Reginald Overshaw

and I'm a choccyholic.

Is being a chocoholic even a thing?

Giving up smoking is easier
than giving up chocolate.

Whenever the cravings get too much,

I make a break for Wildemarsh.

I hang around outside Rachel's
Papers until the coast is clear

and then I break in and steal as
much chocolate as I can carry.

Why steal?

You're not poor.

Never marry outside your age,
my mother used to say.

She was a very wise woman.

My wife's the one who insists I stay here.

She knows what I'm like.

Makes me hand over my wallet.

Well, I take it you plan to
compensate Rachel's Papers

for the trouble you've caused?

Yes, yes, of course, of course, of course.

But that's not why I'm telling you all this.

Last night,
my cravings were worse than ever.

My stash was out of bounds in my old room.

So I made another visit to Rachel's Papers.

Turned out to be a wasted journey,
as when I got there,

the owner was installing a security camera.

Now, I'm no fan of Yasmin Hayes,

but I saw her drinking on the roof terrace

both on my way to and on my
way back from Wildemarsh,

and the times match up with
when the killer struck.

Yasmin Hayes couldn't
have killed Dr. Isherwood.

I'm her alibi.

I'll need you to come to the station

and tell Sergeant Stone
everything you just told me.

Yes, of course.

Ladies.

You coming, Cat?

Yeah, I'll be along in a minute.

Released pending further inquiries.

Sorry, sir.

Lord Overshaw was positive
about the times involved.

Adios.

- Oh, very nice.

Something odd about those
beginner's guides to poker

on Dr. Isherwood's bookshelves,
don't you think?

I wondered what it was you'd seen.

I mean, if she did win the money
for this place in a poker game,

you'd think she'd be finished with all that.

You used to play quite a bit, didn't you?

Yeah, I used to.

I lost my shirt around the tables.

Why do you think I stopped playing?

Still,
I'd love to know how she won all that money.

I'm eating by myself tonight, aren't I?

Yeah, don't wait up.

Despite never having
considered throwing a party

or undergoing unnecessary
cosmetic procedures,

Jane Stone became suddenly
curious about the possibilities

of doing both at the same time.

Meanwhile, after an afternoon spent

visiting her old gambling haunts,

Cat Stone's quest to uncover
exactly how Dr. Isherwood

won the money to buy the
Wildemarsh Wellness Retreat

led her to the door of the man

whose winning legacy haunted her the most.

Cat Stone to see Lucky Jim.

Don't stare at me like that!

- Just give me my phone. Calm down.

Calm down?!
Who are you to tell me to calm down?

Stop pointing all the time!
Give me my phone!

- I really -- I can't help you.
- Stephen, listen to me!

Right now!

What are you staring at, grandma?

You haven't heard the last of this.

Charming.

- Oh, she, uh...

...wanted a personal training session.

But I-I'm busy.

Were you, um, heading through?

- Yes.
- Mind if I walk with you?

It's a free country.

As sole heir, I understand

Alistair's now going to be
taking over as retreat director.

It's only to be expected.

You don't mind?

It's probably for the best.

In truth, I don't think I was
ready for the responsibility.

Earlier, you said that Dr. Isherwood

had been like a fairy godmother to you.

What did you mean?

When I was 14, I was in a car crash.

Um, my parents were killed,

and I ended up in an intensive care unit

run by Dr. Isherwood.

It's how I ended up in this thing.

I was in hospital for months.

Dr. Isherwood must have taken a shine to me

because when I left, she stayed in touch.

She even helped pay for school trips

and driving lessons.

Is that how you came to work here?

Dr. Isherwood was the one who suggested

I train as a therapist.

And then when I graduated,
she gave me a job.

Grace, babe,
I'm ready for my acupuncture session.

Um, I-I thought under the circumstances --

What?

Oh, Dr. Isherwood.

Yeah, I mean, it's all very sad,

but you know I have to have my acupuncture

at the same time every day,

otherwise it plays havoc with
my circadian rhythms, so...

Do you need me for anything else?

No,
I've got everything I need for the minute.

I'll meet you in the treatment room.

Aw, thanks, babe. You're an angel.

Come in.

I need to ask you some questions.

Ow, careful.

I understand you and Dr. Isherwood

were seen arguing on the night of her death.

Ah, it was more of an exchange
of words than an argument.

And what was your exchange of words about?

If you must know,
Dr. Isherwood always led me

to believe that I was going to be the one

running the retreat after she stepped down.

And you were angry because
she gave the job to Grace?

Well, it hurt to be cast aside like that

after everything I've done,
but I swear, I had nothing to do

with Dr. Isherwood's death.

Is it me or is it hot in here?

Would you like me to open a window?

Yeah, thanks, babe.

Where were you last night?

At home with Geoffrey all evening.

And this Geoffrey can confirm that?

Not unless you can speak cat, no.

Terry?

I've had a call

- about Yasmin Hayes.

I asked her local police to visit her house

to verify her address,
but the door was answered

by another woman calling
herself Yasmin Hayes.

Sorry, say that again, Terry.

I can hardly hear.

The Yasmin Hayes we arrested
isn't who she says she is.

She's using a false name.

Hold on. What's that noise?

- Treatment room emergency chord.
- Show me.

Sarge?

Emergency.

- Emergency.

She's dead.