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TIMER PINGS

SHOP BELL RINGS

We're not open yet.

I wasn't planning on buying anything.

Then why are you here?

A few of us are meeting up at Kitty Jay's later,

if you fancy it.

Out of my shop, Martin.

What are you waiting for?

SHOP BELL RINGS

All right, Gabbi?

Martin. All right?

Oh, it smells proper banging in here.

I'll leave you to it.

OK. Busy day. People have gone wild for the offer.

Three classic, ten luxury... Oh... ..five champagne truffles.

Keep them upright this time. Mm-hm.

Addresses...here.

I need your A-game today, Kenny.

Happy customers, happy Gabbi.

You can count on me.

MUSIC: Running Around by Owen Gray

TYRES SCREECH

DOORBELL RINGS

Sherie Howard?

Yeah. Got a delivery for you.

Sign here, m'lady.

WHISPERS: Pop the time as well.

Aw...

DOG YAPS

Oh!

He's not a morning person.

Peanut, come on!

Dr Lionel Jennings?

"Life is like a box of chocolates."

There you go.

Thanks.

PEANUT WHIMPERS

PEANUT BARKS

MUSIC: Just as the Tide Was Flowing by Bellowhead

# One morning in the month of June Down by a rolling river

# There a weary traveller chanced to stray

# And he beheld his lover

# Her cheeks were red, her eyes were brown

# Her hair in ringlets hanging down

# She had a lovely face without a frown

# Just as the tide was flowing. #

So...your pancakes, m'lady.

Uno, dos...

..y muchos sprinkles.

Thank you. Aw!

You should have woken me up.

Well, I tried, but you were snoring too loudly.

THEY LAUGH

There you go. Thank you.

And for you... Smells good.

Problem?

Salt.

No?

Never mind. It's the thought that counts, right?

So, do you remember what's happening today?

I bet your mum's looking forward to seeing you.

PHONE VIBRATES

DS Williams?

Right. On my way.

SOFTLY: Sorry.

SIREN WHOOPS

Good morning. Is it?

We've got a suspected poisoning.

Third one this morning.

Other two are being treated in hospital.

Crikey!

Any idea how they were poisoned?

Not currently. They'll update us when they can.

Very good.

Can I take that, sir? Yes. Thank you.

The victim's Dr Lionel Jennings.

Psychotherapist in his 50s.

Moved down from Edinburgh a couple of years ago.

Enlightenment, apparently.

Looks decidedly phallic to me.

The cleaner found him collapsed in here.

Mm-hm.

Poor fellow.

Looks like he's seen better days.

Sir.

Chocolates.

Oh.

There's one missing.

Ah! They're from the fancy shop on the high street.

Oh, yes, I know the one.

Let's get the lab to test them.

Oh...

"Life is like a box of chocolates.

"You never know what you're gonna get."

Forrest Gump?

Mm-hm. Tom Hanks' best movie, in my opinion,

followed closely by Splash.

I've had a thing for mermaids ever since.

Perhaps the other victims ate chocolate too.

I'll get Kelby to check.

Yes. Oh, and find out if anyone else received chocolates from that shop.

I mean, there literally could be more people being poisoned

as we speak.

ESTHER SIGHS

MARTHA: I've tried, but she won't really talk about it.

Hmm. Poor sweetie.

Which prison is it? Gloucester.

Hannah's taking her at 10.00.

Apparently, these visits can really upset them.

And how do you feel?

Me? It's not about me.

You've got to look after yourself, too, Motty.

PHONE PINGS

Oh, best get off to rumba.

I thought rumba was on a Tuesday.

Mm-hm!

What?

Oh, it's Mum. She's acting weird, that's all.

Oh, can I use the cheese from Baylesford?

New recipe I want to try.

Er, yeah. Sounds good.

Can I see?

It's me and Mum in Spain.

Oh. Have you been?

No, but she's going to take me.

I've never been on a plane before.

Do you think she'll like it?

I'm sure she will.

Will she be in handcuffs?

Oh, I don't think so.

Mum's not a baddie, is she?

Of course not.

She's just going through a difficult time, that's all.

Do you want to help me make a hot chocolate?

With marshmallows? Of course.

Come on.

ESTHER: We recalled all the deliveries

that were sent out this morning. So far, no-one else is ill.

Apart from these three people

who each received an identical box of chocolates with the same note,

a quotation from Forrest Gump.

Looks like each victim ate one chocolate before passing out.

So we can assume that the poison was in the chocolate.

OK, thanks. Hospital found digoxin in their blood.

Aha! Digitalis lanata,

commonly known as the woolly foxglove.

Now used to treat heart failure.

So it is deliberate, then? Certainly looks like it.

Margo, how are they doing?

SIGHS: Not good.

One victim, Dr Lionel Jennings, is on a ventilator.

They'll tell us when the other two,

Sherie Howard and Lizzie Dyer, are in a state to talk.

OK. Thank you. Hopefully soon.

Can we have background on each of the victims, please? Yeah.

We need to work out if this was a personal attack,

or if each of our victims was chosen at random.

And, Esther, you and I need to find out who sent them.

This will ruin me!

Sorry. I know people are in hospital,

and that's terrible, but I've worked so hard.

Oh, we will... We'll find out how this happened, Miss Dalmori.

Please don't worry.

But first, can we ask,

is there any chance the chocolates were contaminated

with the medication during the making process?

No. I don't have anything like that here.

So, when did you make the chocolates?

This morning.

The order came through last night.

Who placed the order?

Someone called William Marshall.

I'll find you the details.

And the deliveries - you do them yourself?

Don't have time.

Kenny Pluckley's done them from the start.

Here's this morning's list.

This...note came with the contaminated chocolates.

Did you write it?

Copied it from the order.

You can send a message with your gift. Right.

Did anyone come in around the time you were making them?

Well, we were closed, so no.

Wait. Martin popped in.

Martin? Owns the fudge shop down the street.

He's had it in for me ever since I moved down from London.

I can't help it if people want something a bit more sophisticated.

Hmm.

Well, you do have a delightful shop.

You're a cherry liqueur kind of man, aren't you?

Oh...

Well, more of a raspberry cream.

Close.

I believe a person's favourite chocolate

reflects their personality.

I can usually guess.

It's kind of a gift.

Oh, really? What about mine?

Walnut whip.

HUMPHREY SNORTS

Yes. CLEARS THROATS: Anyway...

So...why did Martin pop in?

Come to think of it, it was a little odd.

He wanted to invite me to a local business meet-up.

And how long was he here for?

Five minutes, if that.

You don't think it could be him, do you?

We've had our differences,

but are you really suggesting I poisoned these people?

Well, a tad extreme, maybe, but we have to explore every avenue.

Profits are up. I've got a new shop opening over in Dittisham.

She's hardly my competition.

So you were just being neighbourly? Honestly, yeah.

Gabbi has rubbed a few people up the wrong way since she moved here.

City types, eh? Think they know it all.

Oh, yes, they certainly do.

Dangerous stuff, fudge.

Once ate five packets on a family holiday to Margate

and spent the rest of the week in bed.

Still, I managed to read all of War And Peace, so win-win for me.

Definitely.

There's a new batch of rum and raisin if you want to try some.

Yes, please. Nige! Bag of rum and raisin for the officers.

NIGE: Rightio!

Now...if I've answered all your questions...

In my experience, if someone uses the word "honestly",

the likelihood is they're being dishonest.

Let's check his finances,

see if things are as successful as he makes out.

Yeah.

PHONE VIBRATES

Oh... One minute.

OK.

What do you want?

Charming as always, DS Williams.

I'm working.

Be quick, then.

I want to see you again - properly this time.

Tonight? I'm busy.

Really?

I'm washing my hair.

Ooh! Ouch!

Come on.

It'll be fun, I promise.

Fine. Great.

Meet me at 7.30 at the Trellick Steps.

Oh, and wear your trainers.

Seriously?

Look, if we're doing any form of exercise,

I won't be held responsible for my actions.

CALL DISCONNECTS

Oh...

Everything OK?

Amazon delivery. They're lost.

Talking of delivery drivers - where can one find Kenny Pluckley?

I know where he'll be.

So, you picked up the chocolate boxes

and you put them in your van.

You didn't open them or tamper with them in any way?

Me?

Why would I?

I mean, Gabbi's a bit lah-di-dah, but she's all right for a grockle.

So, could anyone else have accessed your van?

No chance, pal.

Drove around all the addresses on my list. No stopping.

Gabbi gets all joppety if I'm running late.

Joppety? Nervous.

Those people, are they going to be all right?

Hopefully.

MUSICAL RINGTONE BLARES

Sorry.

All right, pal?

Yeah, yeah. I'm on my way.

Traffic's murder.

Sorry, I've got to go.

Er... Still working at Willowview?

Pays peanuts, so I keep trying to leave,

but I think I'd miss the old dears.

Just one more question, if I may.

We know that Martin Gaffney was in the shop this morning.

Did you see him?

Yeah.

Yeah, he was in there. A bit frosty, like.

Frosty how? I don't know. They used to get on like a house on fire,

but then summat changed.

Mmm.

Rum and raisin.

Margo!

Saved you some.

Can't stand the stuff.

Oh.

Kelby!

Me neither. It's like eating soap.

Oh. I... I assumed... That we all like fudge!

Typical!

Years we've spent fighting this kind of prejudice.

HE CLEARS THROAT

So, er, Kelby, what have we found on our victims?

Victim one - Sherie Howard.

42. Lives just up the street from the shop.

Has her own hair salon called the Snip and Style.

Went there once.

Came out looking like a labradoodle. Pfft!

Victim two - Dr Lionel Jennings.

54 years old. Moved down here two years ago from Edinburgh

to start up his therapy practice.

Tried it once. Load of old baloney.

Finally, victim three - Lizzie Dyer.

24. Works at the Erotic Emporium out on Pullman Road.

Anything linking them together?

Nothing obvious, really, but I'll keep looking.

I checked out the order details for you.

The name on the bank card - William Marshall -

he died a couple of weeks ago.

The card was stolen?

We've got the results back from the lab.

Oh. And...?

They've confirmed that there was no digoxin in the chocolates.

Wait, what?

This can't be right. What can't?

W-...

So that means

that as our victims seem to have only eaten one chocolate,

it was only this chocolate that contained the poison.

So a one-in-six chance?

Not impossible - once, maybe, but three times?

Maybe it wasn't the chocolates, then.

They ate something else?

Possibly. Let's get confirmation from the hospital, please.

Sure. Thank you.

But if it is the chocolates,

the best opportunity was this morning

when they were being made.

So, Madame Chocolat herself.

But surely poisoning your customers is quite bad for business. Hmm.

Seemed keen, pointing the finger at Martin Gaffney.

Maybe there's more to their rivalry.

He's had that shop for years.

Never much liked him myself.

Margo! Can you look into his finances, please?

It'd be my pleasure.

There's also our delivery driver, Kenny Pluckley.

What do we know about him? Er... Lives alone. Odd-job man.

Does occasional shifts down the Porters Arms,

that kind of thing.

There's CCTV on the street. Let's see if he had any opportunity

to poison the chocolates.

PHONE RINGS

So... Shipton Abbott Police.

..have these people been chosen at random?

Or were they targeted specifically? And if so, how and why?

Well, now you can ask them yourselves.

So you don't know the other victims? No. Never heard of them.

And you can't think why anyone would do this?

Might grizzle a bit at work,

but everyone knows my bark's worse than my bite.

Can you talk me through this morning, please, Miss Howard?

I signed for the delivery around 8.00.

I thought one tiny choccy wouldn't hurt.

Next thing I knew, I was here with a tube down my throat.

And that's definitely all you ate today?

One chocolate? Yeah. Positive.

Enough, all right? Sure.

It's a miracle I'm alive.

Well, thanks for your time, Miss Howard.

We'll be in touch with any progress.

I do hope my Peanut's all right.

Your...? Jack Russell.

He's got attachment issues.

Poor thing will be wondering where I am.

Erm...

Let me have a chat with someone for you. OK?

KELBY SIGHS

So far, the only thing connecting the victims

that I can see is they all live in Shipton Abbott.

Maybe they all do alpaca yoga together.

Alpaca yoga?

Yeah, it's a thing.

Look it up. No, thank you.

PHONE RINGS

Shipton Abbott Police Station.

ON PHONE: Hi, Kelby, it's Kate.

Could you pop by the church, please?

Of course, Reverend.

I'll... I'll be right there.

Ooh!

How was Lizzie Dyer?

Still very weak and not all that helpful,

but I have got her phone.

Great. See if she has any contacts in common

with our other victims.

Is that the medical report?

Yes. About 5mg of digoxin in their system.

Not enough to kill, but enough to inflict some serious harm.

And it was definitely ingested?

Looks like it, yes.

It took effect quickly.

This confirms that all they ate at that time was the chocolate.

Two big questions, though.

One, how did the poisoner get the poison into the chocolates?

And, two, how did they guarantee the victims

would all choose the only chocolate that was poisoned?

Huh!

KELBY HUMS TO HIMSELF

Ah! Our friendly neighbourhood policeman.

Hello, Reverend Kate.

It's been ages since I've seen you at church.

How's your mum? Ah, she's well. Thanks for asking.

And...apologies. Work's been a bit full-on recently.

Hmm. Nothing to do with the fact that a certain Chief Superintendent

has got a new boyfriend?

Oh, does she? I... I hadn't noticed.

Her loss.

Actually, I don't think we were a good match after all.

Well, there's plenty more fish in the sea.

Well, where are they?

I'm right here, holding my rod, and nothing's biting.

OK.

I'm so sorry, Reverend.

Anyway, what... What's the problem?

LAUGHS: Let me show you.

I hate to take up your time

when you've got people with real problems to see.

Don't be silly, Anne. This is exactly what we're here for.

I'm sure it's a fuss about nothing.

You can put your shirt back on now.

ANNE GROANS

Let's get you to the hospital pronto,

do a biopsy and work out what's going on.

It's Corfu. That's what did it.

I baked in the sun every holiday for years.

There are lots of factors at play, so please don't beat yourself up.

It's difficult not to.

Well, let's not jump to conclusions until we've had a proper look. Hmm.

OK. The hospital will be in touch with an appointment.

And will Martha be able to go with you?

Best not to do this sort of thing on your own.

Motty...was a trouper with her father.

Putting her through all that again...

I know how tough it was with Anthony...

..and we all miss him so much, but...

..I'm saying this to you as your friend -

asking for help isn't a weakness. It's a strength.

Oh, don't worry about me.

Despite appearances, I'm a tough old bird, really.

Every Thursday night, causing a right old mess -

beer cans everywhere, pulling up flowers on the graves.

Bloody hooligans!

Said I'll go there tonight, see if I can catch the culprits.

Hanging out with a lot of dead people in the dark?

What's the Reverend got over you?

PHONE RINGS

Oh...

Right, how are we getting on?

Any closer to finding a link between our three victims?

KELBY: Shipton Abbott... Not a sausage so far,

but we do have CCTV from the street outside the chocolate shop.

Look.

There's Gabbi opening up at 6.30.

Then about an hour and a half later, our man Martin goes in.

Then Kenny arrives a few minutes later.

Then out comes Martin, then Kenny,

who drives straight to Sherie's house,

which is just down the street. See? There.

OK, so it looks like Kenny didn't have any time

to poison the chocolate between picking it up

and delivering it to Ms Howard.

So we're looking at Martin, who, aside from Gabbi,

had the most opportunity.

But if so, how did he do it without her noticing?

PHONE SLAMS DOWN

Thanks for nothing!

The therapist's patient list.

His snotty assistant won't release it digitally.

I'll go round, see if I can talk her around.

What are you thinking?

Maybe one of the patients could be related to the other victims.

Good idea, Kelby. Thinking outside the box. Well done.

The salon owner, Sherie Howard.

What about her?

Seems the type to make enemies easily.

Margo, let's call round her employees,

see if we can find out more.

Yeah, and maybe get her records sent over, too.

Could be looking at someone who used to work for her.

PHONE RINGS

Rightio.

HE GROANS

Chief Superintendent! How are you?

Nice holiday in the Eternal City? HE CHUCKLES

Yes. Yes, of course. It is an unusual one, that's for sure.

OK. OK.

No, no, no. Discretion is my middle name.

Well, actually, it's Algernon.

Yes. We'll keep you updated.

OK. Thank you. Goodbye.

Or as they say in Rome, arrivederci.

CALL DISCONNECTS

Yeah.

It's too much.

What did you say to the police?

Nothing that wasn't true.

You really think I'd do that?

To you?

All I know is that you were here this morning.

Some coincidence, eh?

MARGO: So...

..building work's stalled on the new fudge shop.

Latest bank loans refused.

I'd say Martin Gaffney is up the creek

with a chocolate paddle.

So, perhaps he cares more about the competition

than he makes out.

He most definitely does.

Oh, but I'm sensing there's more, Margo.

According to my source...

..he's going through a nasty divorce.

And guess why? Why?

Shacked up with Gabbi, didn't he?

His wife's kicked him out as a result,

and to top the lot off, Gabbi dumped him.

Oh, I told you it ran deep.

Deep crust, more like.

He's living off takeaway pizzas in his shop.

So, Martin's definitely got reason to hurt Gabbi.

But...would he go this far?

PHONE VIBRATES

Crivens.

Yes... Sorry.

I promised I'd help Martha to make Rosie's tea.

Let's pick this up tomorrow, with fresh heads.

Bye. Bye.

So, any plans for tonight?

Er... Nope!

Just...washing my hair.

Hmm. Crisps. Flashlight.

Rope.

Handcuffs.

Hot date?

Huh?

Oh. No.

I'm... I'm at the cemetery tonight.

Reverend Kate's got a night-time vandal.

Don't forget the garlic.

MUSIC: Where Is My Heart by Jesse Walton

# Sailing with no destination

# Roam the open ocean singing, "Where is..." #

Fancy a crisp? # "..my heart?" #

Didn't think so!

BIRDS FLUTTER

I'm not scared.

# When I think of all the years that I've paying... #

BREATHLESSLY: How much further?

My heart's about to give in.

Come on, Grandma, we're almost there.

Grandma? LAUGHS: Come on!

# I just have to wait my turn... #

It's the best view in Shipton Abbott up there.

Promise. We'll see!

I already told you, I hate peas!

You're not listening to me!

FOOTSTEPS THUD UPSTAIRS

DOOR SLAMS

She's been like this

since she got back.

Right.

Hey, hey. Just... Let's just give her some space.

I'm sure she'll be all right in a minute.

Rosie?

# Maybe I should never let you wander... #

Rosie, you know that's not OK.

There's an "A" in peas.

Look, I know today's been hard.

Shall we get ready for bed and read some stories together?

You can't tell me what to do!

You're not my mum!

ARCHIE: Come on.

Hmm.

You said you didn't want dull.

I meant somewhere nicer than the pub,

not a hike up a bloody mountain! HE CHUCKLES

SIGHS: I used to come here as a teenager.

Smoked a thousand cigarettes and listened to The Cure.

Classic posh-boy angst.

Yeah, I know. Walking cliche.

Parents got divorced.

Went a bit mad for a while...

..etc, etc.

I know how that goes.

So, what were you like at school?

Hmm...

No idea why, but I was a goth.

No? Mm-hm. Oh, my Lord.

Spiky dog collar and everything.

I almost forgot how to smile.

I have to see the photos.

Mm-mm. Bad luck.

I burnt the evidence.

So, what's in the rucksack?

Kendal Mint Cake? Rain mac?

You do drink champagne?

Or is that too posh for you? Oh, no!

Glad to hear it.

Hey.

She's finally calmed down.

OK. Well done.

She misses her so much, Humphrey.

The guard had to separate them at the end.

Come here, come here, come here. OK.

It's all right, it's all right.

It's OK.

Oh, sorry. You're a bit foamy.

Sorry.

I've made it worse. I don't mind.

Look, we'll get her through this, OK?

Don't worry.

OK?

Cup of tea? Yes, please.

Come on. Let's do it.

ARCHIE: So, have I changed your mind?

BOTH CHUCKLE

Ah...

I think it will take more than a picnic with a sea view,

that's for sure.

I bet this is where you bring all the girls.

No.

Only you.

Because...

..funnily enough, I want to impress you.

Why?

Because...as much as I hate to admit it,

I care about what you think.

Yeah, well, I'd better head back.

Early start with this case we're working on.

Or you could come back to mine.

Listen to The Cure?

OWL HOOTS

NEARBY CRUNCHING

OWL HOOTS

CRUNCHING

OWL HOOTS

HE GASPS

HE GROANS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

QUACKING DUCK RINGTONE BLARES

Not now! Mum!

Wait! No, no, no, no, no, no!

Hey! Come back! No, stop!

Stop right there!

HE GROANS

So, how were the ghouls?

Welcoming? It was proper peaceful, actually.

Gave me time to reflect. On what?

Your total inability to file anything in the correct drawer?

More like what really happens after death.

SHE SCOFFS

Where do our souls go?

Do we even have souls?

Reading Plato at breakfast!

You often underestimate me, Margo. DOOR CLOSES

Morning, everyone! Nice evening?

I ended up at Kitty Jay's till closing.

Got a mouth like a badger's backside.

How about you? Hair all done?

Hair?

MARGO GROANS

Coffee?

Thought you could do with one of these.

Thanks.

Oh!

Keys.

Belongs to the person who's been causing bother

in the churchyard.

Chased them last night, but...got away.

Did you get a look at him?

SIGHS: It was too dark and he was wearing a hoodie.

But all is not lost.

Key fob.

It's got an electronic tag.

I'm getting the IT boys to trace the address it's linked to.

Morning, everyone. Sorry I'm late. A bit of a rough night.

Seen this?

I'll lay money on who spoke to 'em.

Oh, good Lord.

Right, pressure's on now, folks.

We need to make some real progress before the Chief Super gets...

Here? Ciao!

And please don't speak Italian.

Mi dispiace.

I'd like an update.

Now, please.

Yes...

CLEARS THROAT: Yes.

Facts so far... Kelby, shoot.

OK. So, three individuals from Shipton Abbott

were sent a box of chocolates yesterday morning.

Only one chocolate was poisoned in each of these boxes.

Strangely, our three victims chose to eat that one chocolate.

We don't know how and why in this present time,

but we're working on it.

Thank you. No, thank you, PC Hartford.

That was very succinct.

Any time, Chief Superintendent.

Suspects?

Er... Most likely is Martin Gaffney,

owner of the Fudge Pantry.

Could be trying to discredit his ex Gabbi,

owner of Dalmori Chocolates.

But even if it is him,

we don't know why he chose these three people.

Pot luck, or have they been targeted?

Anything else of note?

Yes. A quote from the '90s classic Forrest Gump.

We're not quite sure of its significance, however.

Lots of questions. Very few answers.

Fortunately, nobody's died.

Other than a small creature of the aquatic variety.

A goldfish.

MARGO SCOFFS

So, what are your next steps?

Erm... Well, because we can't categorically know

how Martin did it, we're focusing on alternative theories.

Potentially a link between the three victims.

That kind of thing.

Right.

Inspector, could I have a word?

Yes.

In private.

Absolutely.

Look, DI Goodman, I hear you have a foster placement at the moment.

How's that going?

Oh, it's...

It's quite hard...

..in all honesty.

It's a lot to take on, along with a demanding job.

Look, I want you to know that we...

Well, I am keen to support you and Martha.

If you need anything...

..time off, more flexibility, you let me know.

I appreciate that, Chief Superintendent.

I really do.

Oh, and...

PC Hartford - you've got a talented officer there.

Yes. We're very lucky to have him.

Indeed you are.

You know, I hate to agree with that great, gangly,

almost husband of yours, but maybe he's right.

You are trying too hard.

When you were little, a baby bird fell out of his nest.

You put him in a cardboard box.

You cuddled him and you fed him.

And then one day, the cat got in and ate him.

Is that supposed to make me feel better?!

The point is that some things are out of your control.

And you may not want to hear this, but...

..you can't fix her all on your own.

I know that. Of course I do.

I just need someone to remind me, that's all.

So, what happened to you yesterday? You didn't come and say goodnight.

Well, you had your hands full.

You mustn't worry about me.

Anyway, Selwyn and I are becoming good friends.

He's quite the storyteller.

Hiya! Oh, hello!

Has the film finished? Yeah.

The end was a bit rubbish.

People just aren't that smiley.

Mrs Lloyd... Hmm?

..I'm sorry for drawing on your wall.

I won't do it again.

Oh, never mind, love.

I didn't like that colour anyway.

Thank you, Rosie.

Even though you're not my mum, you're proper nice.

Can I have a biscuit? Hmm!

PHONE VIBRATES

MUSIC BLARES

MUSIC STOPS

Sorry, everyone.

What? Nothing!

Hang on.

Was there a Monica who worked at the hairdresser's?

Sounds familiar.

A few months ago,

Lizzie Dyer was texting someone called "Mon G".

They're friends, apparently.

Yep. Monica Grey.

Was seemingly let go about three months ago.

So maybe she bore a grudge.

Looks like she was also a patient of Dr Jennings, too.

Excellent work, Sergeant!

So, could Monica Grey be behind our poisonings?

Erm, I'd say it's unlikely.

Only 27. Yes.

Last night, you're saying the figure put these roses here

before they ran off? 99% sure.

Your mystery person appears to be connected to our case somehow.

I don't like coincidences.

Have we got an address for that key fob yet?

Er, should get an answer soon. Jolly good.

In the meantime, we need to find out more about Miss Grey.

She was my best friend. Where did you meet?

School.

We stayed close after we left.

Go down Porters after work for a few drinks and a laugh.

But then she stopped laughing and talking so much.

Did she have a boyfriend? No.

Could have been work, problems with her boss.

A bit of a cow, really. Always on her case.

Is this at the hair salon?

Yeah. One day, she fired her. No reason.

Mon took it hard.

So we planned a girls' trip to Marbella.

When was this?

A couple of months before she...passed away.

Then she changed her mind.

Any idea why?

PHONE VIBRATES

No clue. I was well angry.

I'd booked it all, spent my savings. Hello?

So I went without her. Yeah, speaking.

She called me loads of times.

I didn't pick up.

Then I heard the news.

I'm so sorry.

Erm... The therapist. He's out of the woods. Right.

Thank you so much for your time.

Goodbye.

In my job, Inspector, you can't help everyone.

It's the hardest lesson you learn when you start out.

Why did Monica come to you?

She was referred to me.

At first, she was receptive. We were making progress...

..but then, one day, we were in a session...

What happened?

We were in phase three of CBT.

I asked her some very difficult questions.

I thought she could handle it.

But she couldn't?

I misread her behaviours.

Arrogance on my part, really.

She shut down emotionally.

Stopped coming to the appointments.

She took her own life a few weeks later.

If she'd have only just talked to me,

we could have worked through things.

Sorry to have to rake all this up.

We think she might be connected to this poisoning somehow.

In what way?

Not entirely sure.

Thank you.

Sorry, just one more thing.

And apologies if this sounds a little peculiar.

Your goldfish... Sigmund?

What about him?

He didn't look too good when we were at your house.

In fact, he looked quite dead.

Well, he was right as rain when I gave him his breakfast.

When was this?

Just after I answered the door!

After the delivery.

Thank you.

Bye.

Oh, hello, love.

What can I get you, Mrs Lloyd?

Eggs royale with extra toast, please. White.

Oh, and a small glass of my usual Chablis.

Isn't it quite...? Early?

Yes, it is. Is... Is that a problem?

Of course not.

Are you OK?

Did you...go to the doctor?

I'm having tests at the hospital tomorrow.

Is Martha going with you? Mmm.

You didn't tell her, did you?

I don't want to worry her when there's nothing to worry about.

On second thoughts, make it a large.

I know exactly what I need.

Ah! Margo, where's the list of deliveries

from the chocolate shop, please?

Here. Thank you.

Sherie Howard.

Lizzie Dyer.

Lionel Jennings.

Bingo!

The therapist.

The boss.

The best friend.

What do all of these people have in common?

Each one let Monica down in some way, treated her badly.

And each person received their comeuppance, it seems.

Our poisoner must be out for revenge.

Why?

Someone who cared for Monica?

The roses at the grave.

Yes, yes.

This person loved Monica deeply.

"Life is like a box of chocolates.

"You never know what you're gonna get."

Forrest and Jenny are childhood friends.

He's loved her for years before they finally get it together.

But it's too late, and it ends in tragedy.

But we know Monica...

PHONE RINGS

..didn't have a boyfriend.

Could be unrequited.

Then who? Shipton Abbott Police Station.

The delivery driver. Kenny Pluckley?

He's onto something. That's great news.

Kenny was in the same school year as Monica.

Sir, the key fob. We've got an address.

Willowview House care home.

Kenny's place of work. Hold on. Stop.

We saw him on CCTV.

He didn't have a chance to put poison in the chocolates.

It can't be him. Look closer.

What am I looking at?

The three addresses of our victims

all have a delivery time written down.

None of the others do.

Which means what, exactly?

It means, DS Williams, that we've got him.

All three of our victims had a connection to Monica Grey.

Dr Jennings was her counsellor.

SHE SOBS

JENNINGS: Monica, wait!

We know Monica struggled.

That's why she turned to Dr Jennings for help.

But by his own admission, he failed her.

SHERIE: Come on, hurry up!

Her boss was a bully who fired her unfairly

due to a personality clash.

And her best friend turned her back in her hour of need.

In her troubled mind,

each of these events could have had a devastating impact...

..perhaps contributing to her tragic decision to end her life.

KATE: We have gathered here to remember the life of Monica

and send her to her resting place.

We come together in grief, acknowledging our human loss.

Peace be with you.

But there was someone who stood by her until the end,

someone who'd loved her since school -

her friend...Kenny Pluckley.

We know that Kenny worked in the pub

that Monica and Lizzie went to after work.

All right? Thank you, Kenny.

So, every Thursday night after his pub shift,

Kenny visits Monica's grave.

He's in a bad way. Lonely, drinking too much.

Angry that Monica's no longer in his life.

Looking to blame someone, he sits there,

thinking about all the people who let her down -

in his eyes, abandoned her.

Her boss, her best friend and her therapist -

people who could have helped.

Feeling powerless, he wanted to hurt them,

make them feel some of the pain he felt.

CAN CRUNCHES

But how?

Now, his job at the care home gave him the chance

to steal the digoxin, as well as a bank card from an elderly man

who died there a few weeks earlier, which he used to pay

for the chocolate order.

All very well and good, sir,

but still no clearer on how he got the poison into the chocolates.

This is the clever bit.

It was never in the chocolates.

It was on the pen.

And of course, he was careful to hold the pen at the top.

So Sherie had the poison on her fingers? Yep.

He must have painted the poison onto it...near the tip.

And he always held it at the top.

DOG BARKS

What are you barking at, you daft brush?

She would have ingested the poison.

We assumed that it was put into the chocolate.

No-one would ever think about the pen

that was used to sign for the delivery.

Kenny!

What a dark horse.

All three of our victims signed for their deliveries.

The reason they wrote the time down and none of the others did

was so that Kenny could ensure that they would all hold the pen

for as long as possible.

They ate a chocolate...

..and then passed out.

Wait, you've forgotten something.

The goldfish? Ah!

That helped solve it.

I knew the poison must have been on his fingers.

Sadly, the fish ingested the digoxin.

RIP Sigmund.

But Kenny never intended to kill these people, did he?

The amount was never fatal. No, he didn't.

But he wanted to make them suffer

for what they'd done to his beloved Monica.

DOOR CLOSES

Come on, mate.

Hands.

I tried so hard to help her, but it wasn't enough.

Come on, mate.

Poor Kenny. Imagine loving someone that much.

SIGHS: And all for what?

Good question - judging from personal experience.

Oh, you'll find love.

Don't you worry.

Yeah, but when?

Er... No, Margo, it's time.

Time for what?

It's time for the apps.

Present for you.

A walnut whip?

Thanks. Hope it's not poisoned.

Mmm!

No idea what she meant.

Tough on the outside.

Soft and gooey on the inside.

MUSIC: Friday I'm in Love by The Cure

# I don't care if Monday's blue

# Tuesday's grey

# And Wednesday too... #

DOORBELL RINGS

# Thursday, I don't care about you

# It's Friday, I'm in love

# Monday, you can fall apart... # Hey. Hey.

# Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart

# Oh, Thursday doesn't even start

# It's Friday, I'm in love

# Monday, you can fall apart

# Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart

# Thursday doesn't even start

# It's Friday, I'm in love! #

MARTHA LAUGHS

Got it?

ROSIE GIGGLES

Missed a bit.

There!

Tell me about this infamous race, the two fathers.

Hugo accused Nathan of sabotage!

Now, it's their daughters racing - Francine and Polly.

No-one knows yet. Not even Zoe.

This rivalry between you two runs pretty deep.

That man took everything from me,

but he won't do the same with my daughter.

I think someone tried to kill me!

She has everything she needs to win fair and square.

They found significant traces of zopiclone in Polly's smoothie.

Technically, she is the main suspect.