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The pirate festival will be opening in ten minutes.

Please make your way down to the beach.

Gordon Bennett! It's a bloodbath!

I did say I would make the smoothies.

Y-Yes. Yes, Martha, but this is my last day at the station,

and I need to learn before I become your newest employee.

Yeah, but we agreed that would be temporary,

- though, didn't we? - Yes.

Yes. Of course. Unless...

...I'm a natural.

Oh!

Yes. Uh, a little more training needed, Zoe,

I think, before I'm ready to step into your shoes.

You'd better hurry up. It's my last shift.

Oh, yes. Oh!

Um, how are you feeling? Are you excited?

Uh, yeah, I guess.

Oh. That was a little underwhelming

for someone about to go on the trip of a lifetime.

Mum's being a bit weird. She's not really talking to me,

pretending like it's not happening.

Morning, everyone.

This is Agnieszka, my girlfriend.

Bardzo mi milo cie poznac.

Oh, delighted to meet you too.

I told you about the Inspector. My boss.

Well, until tomorrow.

He gave up his own job to save the rest of us.

Nonsense, Kelby. No, I see it

more as an opportunity for a new start.

I agree. Change is a good thing.

Like you and me. We both took a leap of faith.

And here we are.

Oh, I gotta go. Geraldine roped me

into marshalling the exhibition again.

Oh.

- It was lovely to meet you. - And you.

I'm gonna go exploring.

OK. See you later, honey bun.

Bye, big bear.

Morning, Margo.

Can't chat. I'm flying through the astral plane.

OK.

Ahoy there, me hearties!

Red Gerry's the name!

Today we celebrate Shipton Abbott's most famous son -

Elias Cutler!

Nicknamed... the Shadow.

On this day in 1722,

Elias sailed from these shores to plunder the New World.

But he returned home penniless.

The only clue to the whereabouts of his last riches

is the map you'll find inside!

But... it's said...

...that his ghost haunts the cavern!

So beware! A-har-har-har-har!

In you come. All right, single file, guys.

Single file.

Go on. Have a few hats.

Oh, yes!

OK, everyone, form an orderly queue down there. Thank you.

Cheers.

Great. Thanks.

Thank you, everyone.

You'll all get a turn to see Elias's map.

Yeah, sure.

Fire! Fire! There's a fire!

OK, everyone, stay calm. Follow the green exit signs.

Walk! Don't run. Don't run!

Stay calm.

Round to the right. Watch your step.

Be careful, now.

See you in a minute.

All right. Just take... take your time.

Don't trip over each other.

OK.

- Where's Kelby? - Still inside.

All right. Go to the right...

Kelby!

Kelby!

Kelby!

Kelby, are you all right?

I've cleared the interior.

The fire brigade and coastguard should be on their way.

But I can't smell burning.

Sir, Don't go in there. There's no smoke without fire!

Inspector?

Apparently, sometimes there is.

Sir.

Elias's map - it's gone.

"Quid non mortalia pectora coges,"

"auri sacra fames."

Signed Elias Cutler.

"That which is not mortal..."

...um...something, something "gold"?

"What do not you force mortal hearts to do"

"a cursed hunger for gold."

The search for riches makes people do terrible things.

Elias wrote it on the map - about his crew, I think.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, I remember this.

Elias captured a galleon full of gold coins,

but his men turned on each other

and all but Elias ended up dead,

so he ditched the gold and came home to Shipton Abbott.

- You've been paying attention. - Yes.

Sorry it took me a while to get here. I was out of town.

Missing the festival?

It's more for the kids, right? And Zoe's not a kid no more.

- What have we got? - Our last case together.

Well, let's not tempt fate, Kelby.

This could be the start of a 24-hour crime wave.

- I do hope not. - Yes.

Me too.

So, the thief used a smoke bomb as a distraction

and, in the ensuing panic, stole Elias's map.

Now, the question is,

how did they remove the map from a locked cabinet

and leave the note in a matter of seconds?

Perhaps it was Elias's ghost.

His nickname was the Shadow, after all.

Only joshing, Kelby.

You know that's just a story to entertain the tourists.

Yes, well, you see, these wheel marks suggest

that the thief used a pram or pushchair -

pointing to human, rather than spectral, agency.

I thought the cabinet would be ample security.

I mean, who would want to steal from the festival?

Gives the whole town a boost.

We should get this note to forensics.

- Do you have the key? - 'Tis at home.

As far as I know.

Here it is. Do come in.

I... I'll check the cameras.

They cover the front and back.

Oh, sorry.

It survived the Battle of Nassau.

I'm sure it'll survive you.

Yes, well, it's certainly an impressive collection.

Our life's work, Dev and I.

Some of it's quite valuable.

Cameras didn't pick anything up.

Is the map worth a lot?

I just got it valued.

By Brigden's antiques shop in town. He's been here a couple of times.

Valued most of the collection, but said the map was only worth 100 or so.

- Were you disappointed? - A little.

In fact, I took it to get a second opinion

from a specialist dealer in London.

They said the same thing.

Were you planning on selling it?

Just updating the insurance.

The map's very dear to me.

It's how Dev - my husband - and I met.

Port of Spain, Trinidad.

Ten year ago. Strange place to find it.

'Twas where Elias sailed from

when he came home to Shipton Abbott.

So I took a trip there when I was researching our history

and found the map in a junk shop.

Like meeting a ghost?

It did feel a little bit like that, yeah.

All filthy and weathered.

But the owner said that someone had already put down a deposit.

So I went to negotiate with him, and the rest is history.

- So that must be Dev. - Yeah.

And here we are.

Or we were.

We shall be again.

Dev's in a care home right now. Stroke.

Sorry to hear that.

Yeah. It was a shock.

He's fighting back, but it's taken a bit longer than we hoped.

The pirate festival was his idea.

It's really not the same without him.

Oh...

This is my Dev...

...and his twin brother, Sanjeev.

It was him who gave us the display cabinet

a couple of years ago. Anniversary present.

Do you lend any other items to the festival?

A few pieces, yes.

Also sold some to Brigden's Had a bit of a clear-out.

New start. For when Dev comes home.

I guess the cameras are why they stole it

from the festival, not from here.

Ah, yes.

But why steal a map that's not valuable

and leave a note about the...

Ladies.

...and leave a note about the dangers of wealth?

- Someone with a grudge? - I don't see who.

Geraldine and Dev are pretty popular.

The pirate festival brings in a lot of money to the town.

We should talk to the antiques dealer who valued it.

Brigden's is on the way back. We can go now.

Yes.

Sorry. Excuse me. I'm running late. Thank you. Yep.

Well, ahoy there... Captain Barnacles.

I'll see you down there.

- Archie. - Humphrey.

They needed someone to play the sea monster at the festival. Suits you.

But I'm very glad to give you something to laugh about.

No, it does. Really. It's nice that you're getting involved.

Well, I'm trying to be more engaged.

What does that mean?

Not entirely sure.

Amelia's idea?

No, actually.

Look, I'm running late for the afternoon performance.

Yeah, sure. I'm working, so...

Sure.

Hope it goes well.

Break a... tentacle.

Yeah. Thanks. Very funny.

Esther?

I know that anchor.

I recognise the shape it left on Geraldine's wall.

Hi. Good afternoon, Detective Inspector Humphrey Goodman.

Detective Sergeant Esther Williams.

- Hmm. - Hello.

Can I ask...? That antique anchor down there?

You got that from Geraldine Desai, am I right?

Yes. I'm brokering the sales on a few of her items.

- And you valued her map? - The one that got nicked?

- Mm. - Heard all about that.

Someone's having a laugh there, aren't they? Quite the joker.

- Why'd you say that? - Well, I don't know why else

you'd steal that bit of rubbish.

Yeah, she said you valued it very little.

We call them wall fillers in the trade.

No historical significance?

Mrs Desai thinks so, but there's no provenance.

Amateurs, you see - they don't have

the qualifications to tell treasure from tat.

And what are your qualifications?

Master's in Fine Art, BADA, NAVA, Christie's.

She seemed disappointed when I told her. I...

...got the feeling she's a little short on the readies.

- No touching! - Aw!

Come on.

Keep the little parasites in line, right?

Do you have children?

God, no.

Oh. Um, no. This belongs to my assistant.

Poor guy.

Fell right into the baby trap. You know what I mean, right?

Not really. Do you mind if I, uh...?

Sure.

"Own a piece of Elias Cutler's lost gold!"

They're for the tourists.

So you do quite well out of the pirate festival, then?

Well, you've got to diversify your income streams in this day and age.

Is this brass?

Well, I wouldn't be selling a gold one for a fiver,

- would I? - No. I'll take it.

Oh. Thank you.

I used to have quite the coin collection.

It was my pride and joy.

Sorry.

Ah!

What a... Massive anchor!

How's it going?

Marvellously. A well-oiled crime-fighting machine.

You can tell Mr Smith I'll be giving it my all until the final curtain!

Don't be silly.

- I'm not his spy. - Aren't you?

You need my help. I sensed it in the ether. Remarkable.

Yes, Margo. Um, yes, I do.

Could you go to the station and do some digging

into Geraldine Desai's finances, please?

We had a tip-off that she might be in some financial trouble.

Of course. Anything to help with your last case.

After you fell on your sword to save the rest of us from...

...petty bureaucrats.

See you later.

He seems quite chipper - under the circumstances.

That's because he's got a case to work on.

But what about when it's over?

He loves that job.

Without it, I worry he won't... be him.

Kelby.

What are we looking at?

I'm looking for a false bottom,

see if that's how the thief got in.

- Find one? - Not yet.

No, wait, wait, wait, wait. There's a...

There's a factory stamp over here.

Uh, Wellbridge & Sons.

Oh, yeah. And a number.

197B.

197...

I'll get this sent off to the lab for analysis.

Uh...

You see, the thief must have known

they only had a few seconds once the smoke bomb went off.

So they were confident

they could get into the cabinet quickly.

But why take such a risk when the map isn't valuable?

And why go to all the trouble of leaving a note?

Maybe it was a warning from the thief

not to come after them.

Well, it's not going to work.

We've got to find out how they accessed this cabinet.

We should talk to the brother-in-law, Sanjeev.

He gave them the cabinet

in the first place. Maybe he's got a spare key.

They always close the festival with a 21-gun salute.

- Pardon? - I counted 20.

Should only be one more.

Oh, never mind.

Hi there. Detective Inspector Humphrey Goodman.

This is DS Esther Williams.

Ah, I've got my gunshot licence and licence to acquire black powder

if you want to see my paperwork.

Oh, no, no. I'm not doubting your expertise.

We're actually here about the theft of your sister-in-law's map.

Ah, yes, I heard. Oh, Gerry's very upset.

I don't know why anyone would play such a mean joke on her.

You think it was a prank?

Well, it wasn't for the money.

She only paid a few quid for it, as I recall.

Cost a hell of a lot more for muggins here to bring it back

- from Trinidad. - You brought it home?

They decided to stay for a few more weeks.

Didn't want to be lumbered with it.

250 quid in excess luggage.

25 quid a kilo!

Those airlines - no better than thieves.

She said you got them the display case the map was in?

Yeah, I got it from a ship clearance sale down at the marina.

You don't by any chance have a spare key to the cabinet?

Ah, there wasn't one.

These really are beautiful.

Yeah.

A matching pair, salvaged from the wreck of Elias Cutler's ship.

Perfectly balanced in weight to balance the vessel.

Hmm.

My brother normally fires the other one.

Yes. Geraldine told us about his stroke.

I'm sorry.

Ah. He'll be back next year, I'm sure.

Are they, uh, smoke bombs?

Ah...

Switched to eco-friendly gunpowder.

Less volatile, easier to store.

Use these to maintain the magic.

Can you tell us where you were this morning

- between eight and ten? - Ah.

Right here.

I mark each hour with a single salute throughout the whole festival.

You can check the timetable.

Hiya!

All right, Meera!

Here's my daughter with my tea.

Hi. How are you?

- Thanks for your help. - Bye.

Pleasure.

Hmm? Yes? Yes!

Nothing... Yeah. Yeah.

Oh...

- Oh! - Hello, darling.

Come to see me?

Ha. They're planning your leaving party,

but I'm having nothing to do with it.

I'm not going to celebrate you being forced out of your job.

OK, right. No. Please. No. Please don't.

I don't want any fuss. It's not a big deal.

It is kind of a big deal, though, Inspector.

A massive deal. Huge.

A really quite significant deal.

No, nonsense. I don't want any fuss.

Good, because we're absolutely not planning your leaving party.

Oh, no. Definitely no leaving party plans here.

Anyway, got to go. Got to get on with not planning any party at all.

Martha... Mar-Mar...

OK, Margo?

I've got the CCTV in from outside the cave.

You can't see any of their faces

because of the free pirate hat given out with every ticket.

It's a perfect disguise.

One pirate amongst many. Clever.

The pushchairs, though - you can see those.

Can you zoom in a bit, Margo, please, to look at the pram?

It's the same brand as Sanjeev has.

Popular make, though. Loads of those around.

Hmm.

I looked into Geraldine's bank records, like you asked.

She's heavily in debt.

All her cash is going to the Abbey Sands Care Home,

where poor old Dev's been staying.

Nice place, that. Looking out over the bay.

I spoke to them.

She's behind with the payments. Another few weeks

and she'll have to move him somewhere cheaper.

You see...

I wonder if the festival has some kind of insurance policy for theft.

It does.

Geraldine took one out herself.

Covers all the exhibit items loaned to the festival.

Several thousand pounds.

That will give her a motive

if she's running out of other things to sell.

But she couldntt have stolen it. She was outside

- the whole time. - Unless she had an accomplice.

Sanjeev?

He's got the smoke bombs, the pushchair.

He could have lied about not having a second key to the cabinet.

He had an hour between the cannon firings and, of course,

he'd want the best care for his brother.

I can't see Geraldine as a master criminal.

She's a librarian.

Margo...

...literature is full of people doing extreme things for love.

Oh!

Here is a beauty.

Probably taking the long route to avoid Biscay Chop.

Sensible.

We'll question Geraldine again tomorrow.

And we need to go through your handover notes, obviously.

- What? - Just kidding.

I know there's no handover notes.

Yes. But we do need to discuss

what happens after you've left.

Right.

Well, you'll take over as station lead,

and you'll go on just as before, I suppose.

Like hell we will!

- No offence, Esther. - None taken.

Maybe we should just try to look on the bright side.

Like Agnieszka said, change is good.

Maybe this is an opportunity for us all to spread our wings,

and ride the wave and reach for the stars.

- Knock, knock. - Mr Smith, welcome.

Thought I'd base myself here for a few days

to oversee the leadership transition.

DS Williams, I'll be providing additional support

as you take on the duties of station lead.

So you'll be reporting directly to me

- on all operational matters. - If you say so.

Ms Martins!

Please refamiliarise yourself

with the "appropriate attire" section

of the force's employee handbook.

We've had the pirate festival today, Mr Smith. As a station,

we like to get involved in local events.

Hmm. Nevertheless, standards must be upheld. Hmm?

Ah, PC Hartford!

I've been reviewing your casework,

and your arrest record is tracking below benchmark.

Mr Smith, here at Shipton Abbott, we tend to focus

on crime prevention as much as punishment.

With all due respect, DI Goodman, as of 5pm tomorrow...

...this is no longer your station.

Oh, well, I appreciate change can be difficult,

but don't worry.

I'm here to help.

Can't believe you're leaving us with him.

Oh, you'll be delighted to see the back of me, I'm sure.

I only slow you down.

I'm not gonna tell you how great you are, so stop fishing.

New starts all round.

For you too, I suppose.

Zoe's only going for a couple of months.

Mm-hm. Eight months, isn't it?

Got loads of things to catch up on. Time will fly past.

- She said you're a bit... - A bit what?

- Oh, I don't know. - What did she say?

Just that you hadn't really talked about it.

Her going.

And she sort of wishes you would, I think.

Look...

...if you don't talk about it, then she'll just make up what you're thinking

and get it wrong.

The point is...

...talking is better than silence...

...most of the time.

Except maybe now, when perhaps I should just shut up.

So I will... I'll shut up.

See you tomorrow.

Mum?

I thought you were out.

I was just getting this.

Oh, yeah.

I think we made that for the first pirate festival.

It took us ages.

Stained it with teabags, burnt the edges.

You put all your favourite places on there.

School, playground, ice cream parlour.

Home.

Yeah.

X marks the spot.

Anyway...

...I thought you might want to take it with you on your travels,

so you can always find your way back home... to me.

I'm sorry for being weird.

I'm just...

...just really gonna miss you.

- It's OK. - Is it?

Of course it is. I mean...

...it's been just us two for forever.

- It's OK to freak out. - I'm not freaking out.

OK, maybe I am a tiny bit.

It's just...

...from the moment you were born...

...nothing else really mattered.

You needed me, and I had to be everything for you.

But now you don't need me no more.

And I'm not sure where that leaves me.

I'll always need my mum...

...wherever in the world I am.

Make sure you see people. Don't hide away.

Or I'll worry about you the whole time

and I won't enjoy myself at all.

Well, we can't have that, can we?

Promise?

Promise.

You don't have to put on a brave face for me, you know.

What other face would I put on?

When you left Saint Marie, I didn't know

if you'd ever find a job that made you so happy again.

But you did here.

And it's OK to feel upset that it's ending.

Look, I don't need a job to be happy.

Cos I've got you.

Besides, I'm going to start coin collecting again.

Might make us rich.

Didn't Elias Cutler say that won't make you happy?

He didn't have builders to pay, though, did he?

- Is that Margo? - We should get going.

Who's she with?

- We don't want to miss Zoe. - Wait. No. Hang on. I...

Martha... Martha?

OK, um, I'm going to pop in.

Should I put my bag for the driver in?

You've got to put your bag around here, I think.

There she is!

Hi.

Everybody wanted to say goodbye.

- Hi. - Hello, Margo.

- Um... - Made it.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Oh! - Come here.

Oh!

Right, I'm just gonna take my bag off.

Yeah, I've got that.

Hi.

Have a wonderful time.

- Thank you. - Oh!

Oh, I'm so excited for you, brilliant girl. I'll be living vicariously

through your Insta, so plenty of stories, please.

Of course.

Open it.

My dad gave me that compass when I went travelling so that I didn't get lost.

Um...

- Martha, are you sure? - Course.

It's for explorers. And that's what you are now.

Thank you. I love it.

Thank you!

- Bye! - Bye.

Take care.

You are going to come home, aren't you?

Always.

Got everything I need to find my way.

Bye.

- Bye. - Bye!

- Bye! - Bye!

- You take care now. - Enjoy.

- Bye! - Have fun.

- Bye! - Bye.

Bye-bye!

Won't be the same around here without Zoe.

Not to mention you, Inspector.

Maybe that's a good thing.

Agnieszka says you can't become who you were meant to be

by staying as who you are.

Yes. Quite right, Kelby.

Is that...?

The prodigal map!

All you can see is a pirate hat.

Yeah, well, from the build, I 'd say that's not Geraldine.

Yeah, it looks like a man. Sanjeev?

Yeah. Margo, can you zoom in on the pushchair, please?

That's a different type to the one Sanjeev's got.

But he did have the smoke bombs.

I checked. They're the most popular brand.

Anyone could have got hold of one.

And Geraldine knew the map was worthless, so why would she send Sanjeev to steal it?

So someone else stole it, realised it was worthless, so they may as well return it.

Oh, is that relevant at this stage?

The stolen item has been returned.

Case closed.

Uh, I have a leadership catch-up session

at another station this afternoon,

but I'll be back first thing in the morning.

I take it you're going to clear this desk before you go?

- Well, I suppose... - Splendid.

I'll see the rest of you bright and early in the morning.

A new dawn!

That's my desk.

Case closed, sir? Really?

Well, returned or not, a crime was still committed and still needs to be solved.

OK? Today!

Why would someone bother stealing something,

only to return it the very next day?

Unless...

...it does have value.

Or at least it did... yesterday.

Oh!

Margo, can you call Geraldine, please?

Ask her how she travelled to London

when she got the second opinion on the map. By car or by train?

OK. Thank you.

How did it go?

Oh... I struck gold.

I'm - I'm glad you're here, Councillor...

...because I want to formally present...

...my resignation.

Oh, Kelby, no.

In solidarity with the Inspector,

I - I have decided to embrace this opportunity for personal growth

and move to pastures new.

Which pastures are those, then, Kelby?

I'm not sure, but green ones... hopefully.

I - I can't work with that Mr Smith.

He's a penpusher.

He has no idea about real policing.

- Should we tell him? - What, is this about

the Inspector's leaving party?

Oh, Martha...

Martha, do you have one of those, um, uh, weigh thingies?

Scales?

Yes, that's the one. Uh, big ones.

Big enough to...

...weigh this.

Aha...

just as I thought.

It's only half the weight it should be.

How do you know?

Sanjeev said that he had to pay �250 in excess baggage fees.

About �25 per kilo.

So the map and its frame should weigh ten kilos.

So it's not the same map?

Well, I mean, it could be the same map.

That wouldn't have any bearing on the weight.

But what if it's not the same frame?

Someone switched it?

Well, it's the only explanation for the weight difference.

- But why? - Yes, that is the question.

Thank you.

No idea.

We're on!

OK.

Did you manage to speak to Geraldine?

Yes. She said she travelled to London by train.

Yeah. Of course she did.

Mm.

Can I borrow that?

Well, it's, uh, my...

OK. What are you doing to it?

- Old coin collector's trick. - Huh?

See, on ceramics, brass, like this coin, it leaves a black streak.

Gold leaves a gold one.

- Brass. See? - Great.

So the frame's not worth much, like everyone said.

Yep. Not worth much now.

But yesterday's map,

the map that Sanjeev brought back from Trinidad,

weighed twice as much as this one.

So what does that mean?

Well...

The frames are identical in every single way,

apart from the weight.

So the question is, what weighs twice as much as brass?

- Gold? - Yes! Yeah.

Gold has roughly twice the density of brass, so weighs twice as much.

See, Elias's gold coins were never...

...found.

Maybe because they weren't hidden.

They were melted, turned into everyday objects,

like the frame holding his map.

See, Geraldine never cleaned it. She liked its authenticity.

So she never realised what she had.

- But someone did. - Who?

The BADA, NAVA, Christie's

qualified professional who just valued it!

- Tyler? - Precisely.

- But she got a second opinion. - Yes, on the map. Yes.

My bet is she removed the map from the frame

because it was too heavy to carry on the train to London.

Oh! So the second valuer, he never even saw it!

But how did Tyler get into the cabinet without a key?

The answer is...

...two!

- But that says 197B. - Yeah,

which implies the existence of a 197A.

A second cabinet! Two cabinets, two frames,

and two times that Tyler visited Geraldine's house.

The first time he visited,

Tyler spotted that the frame was solid gold

and extremely valuable.

Now, he could have told Geraldine, sold it,

taken his 10% commission, but...

...he realised that Geraldine's display case

was identical to one he'd purchased a few years before,

from the same ship clearance where Sanjeev bought his.

197A.

A perfect twin to balance the ship.

Like Elias's two cannons.

And so Tyler spotted an opportunity.

Well, I love this. I've got some more.

So he returned to Geraldine's house,

offering to value more of her items.

But it was in fact to confirm

the two cabinets were identical...

...in every way, including the key.

Tyler bought a ticket to the exhibition

and borrowed his assistant's child's pram.

Then all he had to do was start his distraction.

Unlock the cabinet, leave the note...

...take the map.

Why did he leave the note?

Because he wanted to make it look like a prank -

someone pretending to be Elias's ghost.

That was crucial,

because he never intended on keeping the map.

He just wanted to swap the frame for a brass one...

...and then return it to us,

thinking we'd write it off as a joke

and not bother looking for the culprit.

And, crucially, no-one would be looking for the map,

so he could sell the frame on without any suspicion

and pocket the entire proceeds, because he's a...

Massive anchor?

Oh, hi. you're back.

We have a warrant to search these premises.

A wa...?

You can't go back there.

Please. No, you can't go back there. Uh, no, that's...

Uh, that's, um...

Gotcha!

Tyler Brigden, I am arresting you on suspicion of theft.

You don't have to say anything, but it may harm

your defence if you do not mention when questioned

something which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be used in evidence.

Still negative on visuals.

My dad was into his cop shows.

Surveillance is all about patience.

Waiting is the name of the game.

Suspect's on the move.

That's not a suspect. That's lunch.

Shouldn't have had that second cup of tea.

Oh, look.

Suspect's heading west.

- That's east, Anne. - Oh!

Oh, hello...

Target is hot!

Sneaky old Elias!

Gerry...

- Do you want to see it, Dev? - Mm - hm.

Of course you do.

That's the first time since the stroke he's said my name.

Thank you.

Under our noses.

For years!

I feel a bit daft. Don't you?

Uh-uh.

Oh!

Oh, I've missed you.

Well...

...just got time to, uh...

...clear my desk.

This can't really be it.

What are we going to do without you?

I think it's more a question of what I'm going to do.

I've only had two jobs where I've really fitted in.

Saint Marie. And... And...

...here.

Sorry. You need to be getting home.

I don't really want to go home, to be honest.

It isn't really home without Zoe.

Still, we're embracing change, though, right?

Yeah.

Spreading our wings. Reaching for the stars.

What happens when we crash back down to earth, though, hey?

Oh! Thank God you're back!

There's-There's an emergency at the town hall!

Oh, please! Not you as well, Kelby?

I told Martha I don't want a leaving party.

Come on, hurry up! Quick!

- You'd better go. - Don't want to go.

Come on. See you in a bit.

Bye.

Right. Let's get this over with, shall we?

I'm not making a speech,

and I absolutely forbid anyone to cry.

- Give 'em hell. - What?

Ah, DI Goodman!

You remember our hard-working, dedicated members

of the Police and Crime Panel?

Right. Um, yeah. Hi.

And, of course, you know Mr James Smith

from Administrative Planning.

Mr Smith, lovely...

Uh, sorry. What is happening?

That is precisely what I'd like to know.

I've convened an emergency meeting

of the Police Standards Oversight Subcommittee.

Please take a seat.

What is he even doing here?

According to the off boarding timetable, he ceases to exist,

in operational terms, as of 5pm today.

Well, as it's only 4:51,

technically I still exist for nine minutes.

Then I'd better get on with it.

I've called you all here today on a very serious matter -

that of police corruption.

Mr Smith, earlier this year, you informed DI Goodman

that he would have to lose a member of staff due to unavoidable budget cuts.

The decision about who to lose, all yours.

After much soul searching,

DI Goodman made the noble decision to step down himself.

However, something didn't ring true to me.

Ooh.

I first smelt a rat on a golfing day with Mr Smith,

where I noticed that he was very friendly with a DI

of Heston Morley station,

the only officer of that rank invited to the event.

Thank you for your... help.

Any time.

And when, by happy chance, I was accidentally detained

in the records area of Shipton Abbott station,

I noticed that your budget for the previous year

registered an underspend,

whereas police council records show that Heston Morley

had received an increase in their annual budget

of precisely the same amount

as Shipton Abbott was being asked to lose from theirs.

Telephones, please.

So I decided to embark on some intelligence gathering.

"My wife's out tomorrow night."

And I started to suspect that Mr Smith's budget decisions

were not entirely driven by operational considerations.

I know!

Margo, of course, is on very friendly terms

with her counterpart at Heston Morley,

who had a good deal to say about her boss,

Detective Inspector Janet Wilson.

- Oh, hello... - Target is hot!

There's a word

for the use of public resources for personal gain.

And that word...

...is corruption.

This is slander!

It's not slander if it's true, though. Is it?

I call upon this committee to censure Mr Smith

and return Shipton Abbott's budget to its former level.

All those in favour?

Aye. Aye!

Perhaps this would be a good opportunity for you

to pivot towards a different career pathway,

preferably one heading in the opposite direction to Shipton Abbott.

Martha...

So?

Reinstated with immediate effect.

You know,

I think I have the best mother-in-law in the world!

- I'll need that in writing. - Yes. OK!

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Oh!

- Well done, Mum. - It's OK.

I think we should go and celebrate.

Come on.

"X marks the spot where the true treasure lies."

Hi, this is Zoe. Leave a message.

Zoe, what's this map about? Call me back.

Zoe, right?

Yep. Her leaving gift, apparently.

If only it were that simple, eh?

Archie...

...I think it is that simple.

It's just me that's complicated.

Esther... I made a mistake.

And I'm sorry.

Wow.

An apology from you!

You don't have to take the mick.

I think I do a bit.

I really am sorry.

About what, exactly?

- For leaving you. - Which time?

Every time.

I know it's too late, and you're with Amelia now,

but that's what I wanted...

That's what I needed to say to you.

I was wrong.

Actually, I'm not with Amelia.

I mean, she's great. She's affectionate,

well grounded, straightforward. I know exactly

- where I am with her. - Sounds perfect.

She is.

But for some reason, I'm irresistibly drawn

to complicated, sarcastic commitment-phobes

who make me laugh a million times a day.

But you have to be sure, Esther.

If this is just a reaction to Zoe going,

and tomorrow you're going to wake up

and decide it's not for you, again...

I am sure.

I'm sure.

Looks like the builders are working late.

Ah, it's not the builders.

Hello. Hello, sir.

Hi. But I can't have a leaving party now.

No, but you can have a staying party.

It's my favourite kind.

Woohoo!

- Oh, champagne. - Well done, Anne.

It's a joint effort.

- Champagne? - Oh, yes, please.

It's gonna be fine.

Hi, everyone.

Just don't. OK? Don't.

Oh, we absolutely won't.

Yes, we will!

Sorry.

Archie!

Humphrey. Drink?

You know, actually, I do have a bit of a surprise myself.

Martha...

- Thanks. - There you go.

Cheers.

Marvelous fixed the Lily Bond?

He did.

Because it's his now.

- What? - Yeah.

I sold it to him... for enough money to fix our roof,

- so we can move in. - But...

She's starting her new life with Marvelous.

But we are starting ours... here.

- Are you sure, Humphrey? - Absolutely.

It's sort of a leaving party, after all.

To the Lily Bond.

Not goodbye, but bon voyage!

Bon voyage!

Bye, Lily Bond!

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