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What are...

What are you doing?!

Stop that!

What in heaven's name...

Come here!

Who are you?!

Show yourself!

Who the hell are you?

You need to do some stretching
if you want to stay flexible.

Yeah, I'm perfectly flexible,
thank you.

Yeah, I'm perfectly flexible,
thank you.

Ha! Go on, then. Show me.

Touch your toes.

I can do it, Daddy.

Look! So can Paddy!

You need to go back to yoga.

Oh, it didn't work last time.

All that de-stressing
and meditation

just sent me to sleep.

But you never went
to any proper classes.

Look, this one focuses on core
strength and muscle realignment.

Look, this one focuses on core
strength and muscle realignment.

Most men can't touch their toes.

It's a... a hamstring thing.

- Morning.
- What about you, Jamie?

Can you touch your toes?

Um...

Hmm. I rest my case.

Use or lose it.

Okay, okay. Sign me up.

It'll be fun. I promise.

Come on, Betty. Time for teeth.

Coming, Mummy!

Bye, darling.

Bye, darling.

Well, thanks for showing me up.

Sorry, sir.

I've been avoiding
Sarah's yoga classes for years.

Anyway, I thought
we were meeting in Causton.

Oh, there's been
another attempted bee heist

over in Granville Norton.

What's that got to do with us?

It's the first case
of bee rustling with violence.

There's a potentially
dangerous swarm on the loose.

Apprehending bees isn't part
of my job description.

It is now.

Who's the victim?

Ambrose Deddington.

Master beekeeper
and historic honey producer.

He's just coming 'round now.

Bye.

Mr. Deddington?

D.C.I. Barnaby. D.S. Winter.

Shouldn't you be resting?

How can I rest when my hives
are in uproar?

How can I rest when my hives
are in uproar?

Do you hear that sound?

That is a distress call.

Bees are very sensitive
to disruption,

especially something
of this violent nature.

Ah, perfect timing.

Our queen bee will answer
your questions.

My sister. Tamara.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have some hives to attend to

as a matter of urgency.

What happened exactly?

Well, I was
just about to go to bed

when I heard shouting.

I ran out and found him
lying on the ground.

It was awful.

I thought he was dead.

Why would bee rustlers
target Apley Court?

With the population in decline,
specialist bees and their honey

have become
a valuable commodity.

- Hm.
- Was anything else stolen?

Yes. Several boxes of
our top-of-the-range honey,

Apley Gold.

What would that be worth?

What would that be worth?

I was brought up to believe
it's rather vulgar

to talk about money.

Suffice to say that Apley Gold
is the U.K.'s best-selling

and most-exported premium honey.

What makes Apley Gold so unique?

Its ability to produce cells
responsible for tissue repair.

Other brands make
similar claims,

but Apley Gold is
100 times more potent

than any of our competitors.

I'm more of a marmalade man
myself.

Calm yourselves. Calm.

There's nothing to fear here.

Do we have to do this now?

Just a few questions.

It won't take long.

What were you doing out here

so late at night,
Mr. Deddington?

I was inspecting the hives.

I was inspecting the hives.

As I always do
before I go to bed.

And you'd been at home
all evening?

Well, I very rarely leave
the estate,

as my sister will verify.

Yes.

I saw torchlight
across the lawn,

and I heard the swarm rising,
and...

oh, that was the last thing
I remember.

Any idea
who might have done this?

My nephew. Jude Deddington.

Oh, Ambrose.

He's punishing me!

For what?

For what?

Jude feels the need
to modernize.

Ambrose doesn't like change.

Jude is a parasitic drone.

He's... He's a dreamer.

He wants everything on a plate,
and he resents me

because I-I refuse
to give it to him.

So he was acting out
of frustration?

What we have achieved here
has to be guarded,

and it has to...
It has to be nurtured.

And if Jude had his way,

he'd destroy the unique purity
of these colonies.

He'd destroy the unique purity
of these colonies.

And I-I am not going
to let that happen.

Where might we find your nephew?

Lavender Lane Farm.

It's on the other side
of the estate.

He lives with our elder sister,
Melissa.

For whom I apologize in advance.

All I want
is the safe return of my bees.

They're a rare
and historic strain

and potentially a danger
to the public.

I want them home.

Come on. Come on, Ambrose.

- No, no, Tamara. Don't.
- Don't get yourself in a tizz.

- No, no, Tamara. Don't.
- Don't get yourself in a tizz.

Leave me alone.

Bit weird, isn't it?

Brother and sister living
together like a married couple?

Families like the Deddingtons

are a law unto themselves.

Cleopatra
married two of her brothers.

- Hm.
- Probably murdered one of them.

"I rarely leave the estate,
as my sister can verify."

It's true, isn't it?

It wasn't last night.

It wasn't last night.

I came to your bedroom.

You weren't there.

Ambrose...

I've told you before,
Mrs. Babbage...

Knock before entering.

I just wanted to say
how sorry I was.

Are you all right,
Mr. Deddington?

I-I'm perfectly fine,
Mrs. Babbage.

Just wish everybody
would stop fussing.

Um, could you do upstairs first,
please, Lynda?

Of course.

Where were you last night? Hmm?

You know I'll find out,
whether you tell me or not.

I need to prepare
my speech for the solstice.

You owe me, my darling brother.

I gave up everything for you.

This is it, sir.

No millionaires here, then.

Doesn't look like
anyone's in, sir.

Hello?

Is there anyone there?

Go away! Get out of here!

Get out of here!

- Invaders in the house!
- Mum! Mum!

Go away! Invaders in the house!

- Invaders in the house!
- It's okay. I'm here.

- I'm here. It's okay.
- Oh! No.

- Shh.
- We're police officers.

We just need to ask
a few questions.

Okay, uh, I'll deal with this.
Cyrus!

- Take them to the meadery.
- This way.

She's frightened enough
as it is.

Come on.
I'll get you inside, yeah?

Come on. I'll get you inside.

Come on. I'll get you inside.

Sorry about the mess.

We need investment
to get to the next level.

I can see that.

What is mead exactly?

Honey fermented with water
and yeast.

Also known
as the "drink of the gods."

Very popular with the ancients.

You're a fan, then,
are you, sir?

You can add herbs

and flowers and roots to give it
a more distinctive flavor.

We're experimenting
with different brews.

"Apley Nectar"?

Is that what you're calling it?

Not if my uncle has anything
to do with it.

Not if my uncle has anything
to do with it.

He refuses to allow me
to use the Apley name.

You know he was attacked
last night?

He thought you might be able
to help us.

'Course he did.

Where were you
between 11:00 and midnight?

Here, in the meadery,
with Cyrus.

Yep.

Do you usually work so late?

Sometimes.
Depends on where we're at

with the brew.

Sorry.

That's Swarm Protect.

The Apley swarm's been sighted
at Granville Copse.

I need to get down there
before they rise again.

I need to get down there
before they rise again.

You'll have to see
to the hives, Jude.

So, Mr. Deddington...

you seem disappointed
in your uncle.

Well, how would you feel
if you were evicted.

Well, how would you feel
if you were evicted

from your ancestral home
and left to rot in this dump?

My mother's vulnerable.
She doesn't deserve any of this.

Have you always been at odds
with your uncle?

No. He was fine until I started
questioning his methods.

Oh, Ambrose believes in purity
of line above all else.

He sees the bees as the living
embodiment of his ancestors.

But you see a bigger picture?

We're facing a catastrophic
decline in bee population.

The Apley hives included.

Crossbreeding could
help reverse that trend.

Ensure that pollination
survives.

That humanity survives.

That humanity survives.

And how did you end up here?

Well, my mother was
the black sheep of the family.

She left home at 16,
got into drugs.

The family didn't even know
I existed

until I was 7 years old.

That seems a little harsh,

your grandparents
housing you out here.

Well, they didn't.

We were promised the dower house
in perpetuity

if my mum stayed clean,
which she did.

But it wasn't in their will,
so Ambrose sold it anyway.

That must've made you
very angry.

Ambrose is a man
who'll do absolutely anything

to get what he wants.

Thank you, Mr. Deddington.

Jude? You were supposed to be
at the airport.

Where are you?

Can you call me back, please?

Any luck?

They're too high.

Even for my ladders.

Can you see them?

They're only clustered like this
to protect the queen

while the scout bees go off
and find a new location.

I'll have to wait
until they move on.

But if they don't rise soon,
I could be here all night.

Bees don't tend to swarm
in the dark.

Are they dangerous?

Not usually.

Honeybees are at their
most docile when they swarm.

But, just like people,

some colonies are more
aggressive than others.

And these bees,
well, they sound angry.

They'll probably missing
their master.

He's certainly missing them.

Is there any resentment
from other honey producers

that the Apley Court brand
is so successful?

That the Apley Court brand
is so successful?

No, the opposite.
They all look up to him.

Admire what he's achieved
after all he's been through.

Any idea
who might be responsible?

- No.
- And just to confirm,

you were with Jude Deddington
when it happened?

Yep. I was with him all night.

I've been rejected
as bishop of Causton, Dr. Lowe.

The final nail in the coffin.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I know how much you wanted that.

It seems I'm always second best.

No one seems to care
about God anymore.

And if St. Valentine's
was a shrine

to some bee-worshiping cult,
we'd be packed to the rafters.

And I've lost count of the times
the church has been broken into.

I'm here for you, Nigel.

You do know that?

Any time, day or night.

Any time, day or night.

Thank you.

You're so very kind.

I don't know what I'd do
without you.

Everything in
this village seems to revolve

around bees and honey.

How did that happen?

History and,
more recently, business.

I've been doing some research
into Ambrose Deddington.

I've been doing some research
into Ambrose Deddington.

Look at this.

When he was diagnosed
with cancer,

Ambrose treated it
with apitherapy.

Which is what exactly?

A branch of alternative medicine

that uses honey products
and bee venom.

Deddington put his faith in it,
and the tumors vanished.

No wonder he's so attached
to his bees.

Hm.
He's become a bit of a legend

in the alternative-medicine
world.

And it's made him very rich.

He has no children.
Who inherits?

Apley Court
passes down the male line.

And as he doesn't have any sons
of his own,

it goes to his only nephew.

It goes to his only nephew.

Jude Deddington.

I know you're super-busy,
but I wanted you to see this.

It's a really nice piece.

You're a miracle worker, Cal.

And your beeswax promotion's
gone brilliantly.

We've almost sold out.

Oh, hey, Noah.

She's got you working hard,
I see.

Hi. What's new?

What are these? They look great.

Well, you said we should
personalize our wall art,

so I got in touch
with the Camera Club

and asked for
their solstice archive.

In the meantime,
I got you this...

for your collection.

It's a little something to say
thank you for all your help.

Thank you.

I'll put it in pride of place.

Mwah.

Oh, I forgot to give you this.

Oh, I forgot to give you this.

It was on the mat
when I opened up.

Jude?

I need your help.

What are you doing?

Dr. Lowe.

You know, I've had my suspicions
about you before.

But I've always given you
the benefit of the doubt.

Lynda, I have trusted you.

- Dr. Lowe.
- No, you're dismissed.

- Please.
- Go, before I call the police.

But you wouldn't do that,
would you?

You've got too much to lose.

People like you always
jump to conclusions

about people like us.

But I know who you really are.

I'll see you tomorrow, Dr. Lowe.

Bright and early.

Noah.
God, you gave me such a fright.

- Sorry.
- Uh, surgery's over, I'm afraid.

I just wondered
if you could take a quick...

look at my knee.

Hello!

Hi.

Breaker, breaker.
This is Worker Bee.

Swarm Protect, do you copy?

10-4, Worker Bee. What's up?

Static swarm at Granville Copse.

Sunset at 2102, so unlikely
to rise till daybreak. Over.

10-4. Worker Bee. 10-10.

Have a quiet night.

Morning, sir.

We've been told to hold back
until the swarm's under control.

We've been told to hold back
until the swarm's under control.

Fine by me.
Do we know who it is yet?

No, but there was a break-in
at the surgery.

Dr. Lowe is missing.

Thank you.

It looks like
another targeted drugs theft.

- Another?
- There was a similar break-in

here a couple of weeks ago.

Why this place?

There's no pharmacy
in Granville Norton,

so all the controlled
and prescription drugs

are kept on the premises.

Are kept on the premises.

The fridge and the cabinets were
locked, but they've been forced.

Who's that?

Oh, that's Lynda Babbage,
the surgery cleaner.

She was first on the scene.

I got here at 7:00, as usual.

Called to see if she wanted tea.

No answer.

- Was that unusual?
- Very.

She always tells me
if she's going to be away.

She's like a daughter to me.

She's like a daughter to me.

You told our officers
that the doors

were locked when you arrived.

Who else has keys?

No one.

Not that I'm aware of.

If the doors were locked,
then either the intruder

had a key
or Dr. Lowe let them in herself.

We need to check out
all of Dr. Lowe's appointments.

Did anyone see or hear
anything unusual?

We know that Cyrus Babbage
was in the vicinity all night.

He's Lynda's son.

Or is that him?

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Time of death was somewhere
between 2:00 and 4:00 a.m.

So bee stings can kill, then?

It's very rare, unless
the victim has a severe allergy.

But it depends
where you're stung.

A single sting to the throat
can compromise

the airway
via localized swelling.

Is that what happened here?

Too early to tell.

Too early to tell.

Did Cyrus manage
to recapture the swarm?

Sadly not.

Something set them off.

They made a beeline
for the trees.

Then they disappeared.

Now buzz off
and let me get back to work.

Check Swarm Protect.

Sir.

It places them
4 miles from here.

Sir?

What time was sunrise, Winter?

Um...

4:42.

If the victim died
between 2:00 and 4:00,

all the bees must have
swarmed in the dark.

Which Cyrus said
they wouldn't normally do.

And to end, Bhramari...

bee breathing...

bee breathing...

to induce a sense of calm
and well-being.

Place your index finger
in the cartilage of your ear.

Press.

Inhale through your nose.

Exhale through your mouth,

making the sound
of the honeybee.

Hmmmmmmmmmmm.

Come to gloat at your handiwork?

There's going to be
an official investigation

into the meadery on the grounds
of poor bee husbandry.

We're going to have
to suspend production!

Oh, dear.

I wonder how that happened.

An anonymous source
tipped them off.

I know it was you.

And I know it was you
who destroyed my hives.

Well, I've made up my mind.

You're never going to inherit
Apley Court.

You're never going to inherit
Apley Court.

Now get out.

Get out!

Noah?

You know, I was thinking.

I'd love to know more about
the spiritual side of yoga.

Do you do private sessions?

Well, it depends on the client.

Well, have a think about it.

I will.

I will.

Good. Gotta dash.

- Oh, hey, Cal.
- Oh, hi.

- Mm.
- Mm.

- Sorry. I'm on my way.
- Oh, stay!

Please.

I could do with the company.

Sorry. I've got a meeting.
I'm already late.

- I'll call you.
- Okay.

Are you okay?

What's happened?

Not here.

Dr. Lowe is dead.

What? How?

Stung to death, apparently.

It isn't public knowledge.
Lynda told me.

But I, um...
I only saw her yesterday.

She was so kind to me.

Mm, she was good
at being kind...

to men.

- What do you mean?
- Serena and Ambrose

had been seeing each other
behind my back.

She could've ruined everything.

It's divine justice that woman

was killed
by one of his colonies.

Was killed
by one of his colonies.

Shh, shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh.

Don't waste your energy
on negativity.

None of that matters now.

I'm here for you.

And I will never let you down.

Ah! This is the house Jude
and his mother used to live in.

No wonder
they didn't want to move.

Hm.

You managed to catch
the swarm, then?

Finally.

And you were at Granville Copse
all last night?

- Yes. That's right.
- Did you see you anyone?

Yes. Ambrose Deddington.

I thought he was coming
to check on the swarm.

But then he disappeared
into the surgery.

Did you see him come out?

No. I nodded off around 1:00.

No. I nodded off around 1:00.

And the next thing,
I knew it was light,

and the swarm was gone.

Do you remember anything else?

Cal Ingalls' car
drove past at around 11:00.

Headlights full beam.

I'd specifically put out
a warning on Swarm Protect

and the Village Forum
to avoid the area.

- Why?
- Bees can swarm

in response
to strong artificial light.

I didn't want to risk it.

Like a powerful flashlight?

Yes. That would do it.

What do you know
about Cal Ingalls?

Not a lot.
He keeps himself to himself.

Not a lot.
He keeps himself to himself.

He left the gate open for me.

That's him now.

We'll be in touch, Mr. Babbage.

- Mr. Ingalls?
- Is there a problem?

A woman died last night.

What? Who?

We're not at liberty to reveal
any specific details as yet.

We're just trying to piece
together what happened.

A witness places your car
heading towards Granville Norton.

A witness places your car
heading towards Granville Norton

at around 11:00 p.m.

Uh... I needed milk,
went to the all-night garage.

You didn't receive the swarm
alert from the Village Forum

telling you to avoid
Marston Road?

You have to be invited.

And a gay widower from London
doesn't tick everyone's boxes.

Have you experienced
any direct hostility

- since you moved here?
- Well, let's just say

I haven't been made to feel
very welcome

by some members
of the community.

Thank you, Mr. Ingalls.

Get out of my house.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look,
if they start asking questions,

I won't lie for you.

Not now and not anymore.

I've got to go.

Why weren't you at the airport?

Hannah. You're back.

- I-I thought it was tomorrow.
- How could you get it wrong?

You said you were
counting the days.

You said you were
counting the days.

Because I'm an idiot.

I tried calling.
Where were you last night?

I was here, in the meadery.
I didn't have my phone.

I even tried your mum,
but she wasn't making any sense.

- Well, have you seen her?
- No. No, I went 'round.

The door was open,
but she wasn't there.

Oh, not again!

Well, where are you going?

She keeps going walkabout.

Look, I've got to find her
before she gets into trouble.

Look, I've got to find her
before she gets into trouble.

Listen, I'll make it up to you.

I promise.

Hannah!

Cyrus!

How are you?

Come here! Hey!

Your dad never said
you were back.

Oh, he doesn't know yet.

How is he?

How is he?

He's not great, to be honest.

It's like he's given up.

Most of the congregation's
moved to St. Mary's.

I'm... I'm sure he'll be
better now you're back.

Yeah.

I'll give you a lift
if you like.

No. Thanks, Cy,
but I think I'd rather walk.

It is so good to see you,
though.

- See you later, yeah?
- Yeah.

You promised me
this wouldn't happen again!

She's confused.
She thinks she still lives here.

She's confused.
She thinks she still lives here.

- She thinks you're the intruder.
- She threatened me with this!

Your mother broke into my house!

I was in the shower
completely vulnerable!

I could be dead now!

But she'd never actually use it.

You don't know that.

Look, um, it won't happen again.

You have my word.

And thank you
for not calling the police.

Two robberies. Two violent
attacks, one of them fatal.

Anything from Fleur

- on cause of death?
- No, not yet.

- On cause of death?
- No, not yet.

Any leads on the drugs
from the surgery?

Or the outrageously
expensive honey?

Nothing so far.

I've got uniform
trawling through the CCTV

and looking at the roads leading
in and out of Granville Norton.

And they've managed to confirm
Cal Ingalls' story.

He was in the garage buying milk
when he said he was.

Hmm.

Any luck with the patient list?

There's a confidentiality issue,

but I'm working on it.

So, currently, the only person
we know was with Serena Lowe

in the hours before she died
is Ambrose Deddington.

In the hours before she died
is Ambrose Deddington.

I'll never let you down
like that again.

You have to believe... It wasn't
your fault that she died.

Mr. Deddington?

It's called "telling the bees,"
Inspector.

When someone dies, the bees
have to be informed.

When someone dies, the bees
have to be informed.

Otherwise,
they'll bring misfortune.

And the black drapes?

The hives are in mourning.

Bees are believed to make sense
of death because...

they have human souls.

Do you do this for every person
who dies in the village?

Dr. Lowe was a great friend
and support through my illness.

I wanted to show my gratitude
and respect.

Where were you last night,
Mr. Deddington?

I-I was here.

With my sister.

All evening?

You're sure about that?

A witness saw you enter
Dr. Lowe's surgery

around 10:00 p.m.
and didn't see you leave.

Yes, I'm sorry.

We were planning
a future together.

Marriage, children.

Why keep it secret?

My sister.

My sister.

Tamara gave up a great deal
for me

when I was diagnosed
with cancer.

She moved into the house,
and she took over the business.

We had to prepare everything
as if I was going to die.

But you didn't.
Why didn't she leave then?

We pledged to be loyal
to each other

and to the house
and to the family legacy.

And you believed
that Apley Court

would have a better future
with your own son and heir?

Yes, of course.

Come with me, Inspector.

I have something to show you.

I have something to show you.

You're standing in the original
Deddington stone beehive.

Meet my ancestors, Inspector.

All of them happily embalmed
in honey,

blessed by the first
Ambrose Deddington.

Those are the remaining barrels.

Those are the remaining barrels.

Embalmed in honey? How?

Honey has remarkable
preservative qualities

due to its high acidity and
potent antibacterial properties.

The corpse does not degrade,

but becomes infused with
the honey that surrounds it.

I expected to be in this by now.

But I put my trust in the bees,

and they saved my life.

And they saved my life.

And here I am.

Tamara?

- Hi!
- Hey!

Hannah!

Oh!

- How were your travels?
- Oh, amazing.

- How were your travels?
- Oh, amazing.

But I'm completely broke,

and I thought maybe I could get
my old job back...

until I find something
more permanent, obviously.

That would be amazing.

Wouldn't it, Tamara?
We're crazy busy right now.

- Uh, I'm Noah, by the way.
- Nice to meet you.

I help out in here
when I'm not teaching yoga.

You teach yoga?

Wow. I got massively into it
in India.

- When's your next class?
- Yeah, Noah's very popular.

He's booked up for months.

Yeah, I need to find
some more premises.

But it is not easy around here.

Well, how about the church?

Well, how about the church?

I mean, I talked to Dad
about opening it up

to the community before I left.

Ah, yeah, never happened.

Well, it will now.

Something's got to change, or
there won't be a church at all.

I'll tell you what.
How about this evening?

6:30?

- Uh...
- Uh...

- If you're sure.
- Yeah.

I'll start calling
the waiting list.

Great! I'll see you later.

- Yeah.
- Bye.

Oh, bye.

Dad?

Dad? I'm home!

This won't stop them...

but I've got to try.

Aren't you gonna say "hello"?

Sorry. I'm a little preoccupied.
Hmm?

I have missed you so much, Dad.

Really?

You were seen hours ago heading
out to Lavender Lane Farm.

A year away,

and you choose Jude Deddington
over your own father!

And you choose Jude Deddington
over your own father!

Well, I'm here now.

And I am so sorry about
Dr. Lowe. I heard that she...

Oh, she wasn't the angel
everyone thought.

Oh, but she was your friend.

She was a fraud.

Just like everyone else
in this village.

Do you know how it happened?

If I did,
I would have told the police.

- Oh, Dad. I didn't mean...
- I have work to do.

Excuse me.

While the blow
to the head was severe enough

for her to lose consciousness,
there's no evidence of swelling.

So the blow didn't kill her.

No.

And this was clean of prints.

Dr. Lowe wasn't wearing gloves,
so it wasn't hers.

The attacker used it to
deliberately attract the swarm.

And I found this on the green.

It's what's commonly known
as a swarm lure...

A slow-release blend
of synthetic pheromones,

principally Nasanov,

principally Nasanov,

naturally released
by worker bees.

But this is used by beekeepers
to orient

swarming honeybees
towards their new colony.

The killer covered
Dr. Lowe's face and throat

in liquid from several vials...

but carelessly dropped this one.

How hard is it to get hold of?

Easily purchased online.

As you can see...

the soft tissues of her
esophagus are grossly swollen.

She died of asphyxiation.

So this was no accidental
killing by a startled thief

or random contact
with an angry swarm.

It was premeditated murder.

Thanks.

Who would want Serena Lowe dead?

Jude Deddington.

She's a threat
to his inheritance.

Ambrose and Serena
were planning a family.

Ambrose and Serena
were planning a family.

We need to find out
whether he knew.

Mm.

I've been doing
some more reading up

about the hierarchy of the hive.

When a new queen bee
is introduced,

the old one is discarded
and killed.

What if Tamara knew that
her position was threatened?

Kill or be killed,
metaphorically speaking.

Well, both stood to gain
from Dr. Lowe

being out of the picture.

Go to the meadery first thing.

See if Jude Deddington
has an alibi for last night.

I'll go and talk
to our queen bee.

I'll go and talk
to our queen bee.

Nunh-unh.
That's quite enough shop talk.

I've packed your exercise gear.

What for?

There's a new yoga class
at Granville Norton.

And we've got a babysitter
all organized.

Betty! You'd like Jamie to stay,
wouldn't you?

Yay!

Well, do you think
that's a good idea, sir?

Jamie.

He's not beyond
a bit of stretching.

I meant for the investigation.

Well, I think it's ideal.

You can check out the locals
under the radar.

Welcome, everyone.

Find a space.

Wherever you feel comfortable.

- It's a great turnout.
- Yeah.

- It's a great turnout.
- Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hello. Hi.

Hey, Sarah!

I'm so glad you could make it.

This is my husband, John.

Hey, John.

Hey.

He fancies you.

- Don't be ridiculous.
- Why wouldn't he?

You're the most beautiful woman
in the room.

In all my years
at St. Valentine's,

I have never locked the church.

It's a sad day, Vicar.

Sometimes it seems
as if the whole world

has turned away from the light.

Even my own daughter.

What's...

And stretch.

More.

Relax into it.

Mmmm...

Breathe.

Breathe.

Good.

Mmmm...

Exquisite, Sarah.

Good, John.

Your body is holding on
to way too much stress, Cal.

You need to let go.

Rest your body into line.

Mmmm.

Lean into it.

Good.

"'My house shall be called
a house of prayer,"

but ye have made it
a den of thieves!'

And Jesus went into the temple
of God and cast them all out"!

Dad, stop this. You're not well.

I'm perfectly well.

You're the ones who are sick.

You're the ones who are sick.

Especially you.

It's okay. Calm down.

You bring questionable Eastern
practices into the House of God

under the eyes of his son Jesus,
and you expect me to be calm?!

Let go of your anger, Nigel,
or you'll be punished by it.

Don't you dare quote
your yogi gobbledygook to me.

Get out!

Heathens!

All of you!

Get out... now!

Well, that's a first.

I've never been called
a heathen before.

- I saw him yesterday.
- Who?

The vicar.
Outside the doctor's surgery.

Doing what?

He had a bouquet of flowers.

He looked like he was
about to deliver them

and then just threw them
in the bin.

Hey, John.
You're a policeman, right?

Yeah.

Uh, I think there's something
you should know.

These are all the suspects

that were in the vicinity
on the night of the murder.

Cyrus was nearest
and would know about swarm lure.

Cyrus was nearest
and would know about swarm lure.

As would Ambrose Deddington,
but they both lack motive.

Unlike Tamara,
who had the most to lose.

- Alibi?
- None.

Tamara claims she was working
at The Hive all evening.

There's a path from The Hive
to the back of the surgery.

I walked it
in 2 minutes, 54 seconds.

Unlit. No cameras.
Not overlooked.

So it's possible
that she walked there and back

unseen at some point
during the evening.

And then we have
our drone bee...

And then we have
our drone bee...

Jude Deddington.

And his loyal worker bee, Cyrus.

Jude insist
that both him and his mother

never left the property.

But... this is a list

of number plates captured by
ANPR on the night of the murder.

Guess whose this is.

Jude Deddington's.

So Jude and his mother
were lying.

Cyrus does admit
that he fell asleep,

but that wasn't until 1:00 a.m.

ANPR has Jude driving on
the Marston Road at 10:24.

ANPR has Jude driving on
the Marston Road at 10:24.

Cyrus was on high alert.

He'd advised people
not to use that route.

- So he couldn't have missed him.
- Hmm.

- Anything else?
- Yeah.

Finally managed to get clearance
on that patient list.

Dr. Lowe had a baby clinic
from 2:00 till 4:00,

followed by an elderly gentleman
with advanced Parkinson's.

Then Reverend Brookthorpe
for repeat anti-anxiety meds,

a couple of children,
and that's about it.

There was someone else
at the surgery that afternoon...

There was someone else
at the surgery that afternoon...

Lynda Babbage.

Maybe not as much of a treasure
as she'd like us all to believe.

Noah Moon told me that he'd
gone to the surgery on spec.

Which makes him
a person of interest.

He overheard an argument
between Serena and Lynda,

said it sounded as if Lynda
was threatening her.

Hmm.

Oh, there's something else.

Sarah saw Reverend Brookthorpe
taking flowers to the surgery

on the afternoon
before Dr. Lowe was found dead.

On the afternoon
before Dr. Lowe was found dead.

And what's weird about that?

He never delivered them.

He slammed them into a bin

as if he'd seen something
to change his mind.

I'm going to ask him
what that was,

while you find out why Cyrus
gave Jude Deddington

a false alibi
for the night of the murder.

There used to be a legion
of women

begging to do
the church flowers.

Not anymore.

Found I'm rather good at it.

I know.

A witness saw the bouquet
you made for Serena Lowe.

A witness saw the bouquet
you made for Serena Lowe.

But you never gave it to her.

Why?

Serena was always very kind
to me, decent.

A beacon of light.

And since my wife left,
I've been very lonely,

and I just wanted
to know her better.

And I let myself imagine
she felt the same.

But as I approached the surgery,
I saw her with Noah Moon...

a man of her own age.

Doing what?

Nothing.

But she seemed so happy
and relaxed in his company.

I was overcome with jealousy.

But then I caught my reflection
in the window

and realized how ridiculous
I must seem...

And realized how ridiculous
I must seem...

Twice her age
and nothing to offer.

So I dumped the flowers
and left.

Ha!

There's no fool
like an old fool.

Okay, so, I took
the photographs,

but I haven't hurt anyone.

It's just a hobby.

Why should I believe you?

You've lied before.

Jude Deddington
was in Granville Norton

the night Dr. Lowe was killed.

He drove right past you.
Why didn't you tell us?

Tamara knew that Ambrose
was seeing someone.

She asked Jude to follow him
and find out who.

She asked Jude to follow him
and find out who.

So when I saw Ambrose going into
the surgery, I called Jude.

Do you always do
everything Jude tells you?

Like giving him a fake alibi

for the night
Ambrose Deddington was attacked?

Where was he, Cyrus?

Ancient wildflower meadows were
due to be cut down for housing.

Jude said
someone had to defend it

for the sake of the bees.

- What did he do?
- He went there at night,

sabotaged the machinery.

I tried to stop him,
but he wouldn't listen to me.

And I couldn't tell you
the truth.

And I couldn't tell you
the truth

because I knew
he'd be in trouble.

Were you with him
in the meadows?

So you don't know
if he was there at all.

Can we go now, please?

I just want to get this
over with.

He clearly regrets
what he's done.

It seems rather sad.

Not if he's making money
out of it.

Let's do a background finance
check for any unusual payments.

- Blackmail?
- Just wait there.

- Blackmail?
- Just wait there.

Why take them otherwise?

Where are you taking my boy?

He's done nothing wrong.

Mrs. Babbage.

We need to ask you
a few questions.

Of course you do.

You said you loved
Dr. Lowe like a daughter.

Yet, the day before she died,

a witness heard you
threatening her.

It was about money.

I was due a raise.

And she said no?

She said I wasn't worth it.

That must've been very hurtful.

People like her,
people who have everything...

They don't understand
how little we have to live on.

I just lost it for a minute.

Lost it how?

Told her what I thought of her.

It wasn't nice,
and I didn't mean it.

But they were the last words
I spoke to her.

And the photographs.

Did you know
Cyrus was taking them?

No.

No.

I had no idea.

Do you believe her?

It all sounds plausible enough.

But something
just doesn't feel right.

Sir?

The photographs focus

on compromising shots
of the Deddingtons,

as if they're being specifically
targeted in some way.

Let's ask Tamara Deddington
if she knows why.

It was renovated
as a party barn,

but then Justin died, and, well,

but then Justin died, and, well,

I didn't really feel
much like partying.

I thought you could use it
for your classes, retreats.

What do you think?

It's perfect.

If I was being blackmailed,
I'd have told the police.

Now, if you don't mind,
I'm incredibly busy.

What about your brother?

Ambrose is like a child
with money.

I handle all the finances.

So I would have noticed if
there were any unusual payments.

These photographs...
Are they for sale?

Uh, yes.

All proceeds go to the
Granville Norton Camera Club.

There's a price list somewhere.

Yeah.

Sir.

Lynda Babbage.

Okay. Thanks.

It turns out Lynda Babbage
is a stalwart

of the Granville Norton
Camera Club,

known for
her prizewinning prints.

And Cyrus?

Not even a member.

The police came to The Hive.

Made it very clear I'm under
suspicion because of your lies.

Well, I'm sorry about that.

We had an agreement.

I didn't mean it to happen.

I didn't mean it to happen.

But it did.

And I'm glad of it.

It made me realize how wrong

I was to put my life on hold
for you.

What do you mean?

Oh, I've been seeing Noah Moon.

We love each other.

I'm going to ask him to move in.

But he's young enough
to be your son.

He doesn't care.

Why should you?

Because he's clearly using you!

It's obvious, sister dear!

This place is so beautiful.

It's a big change from London.

It hasn't been easy.

Communities like
Granville Norton

- can be small-minded.
- Mm-hmm.

And as you know,
Reverend Brookthorpe

isn't very forward-thinking.

You've had issues with him, too?

I was planning a garden party
to celebrate Pride,

everyone welcome.

He made his objections
perfectly clear.

He made his objections
perfectly clear.

Then flyers
were returned defaced.

Anonymous notes
pushed under my door.

Did you call the police?

I thought about it, but I didn't
want to make things worse.

Hmm.

Is this Justin?

We thought we had a lifetime
ahead of us.

But he had
a silent heart condition.

He died in my arms.

He died in my arms

just days before we were
due to leave London.

So you came here on your own?

It suited me at first.

I just wanted to be alone.

But that soon turned
into loneliness.

Until I met Tamara, started
coming to your classes.

And I'm so glad that you did.

You never need
to feel alone again.

You never need
to feel alone again.

Mind if we take a look?

You stole all this
from Apley Court?

It's not stealing.

It's taking back
what's rightfully ours.

What do you mean?

My great-great-grandmother
worked at the big house.

The master put her
in the family way

and then refused
to do right by her.

So the baby boy,
my great-grandfather,

was a bastard,
our family shamed.

If there was any justice,
my Cyrus would be master now.

But justice is just
for the rich and powerful.

So I took the law
into my own hands.

You think you should be
living at Apley Court?

Don't look so surprised.

Think I'm not good enough?

I'm sure he didn't mean that.

What's in these files?

Dates, times, photographs.

Exposing the Deddingtons
as the filthy liars

and hypocrites they really are.

What were you trying to prove?

I found this in an old chest.

I found this in an old chest.

It's an ancient deed
of accession.

It's got a clause
forbidding incest.

Penalty...
Immediate loss of inheritance.

If I could have
proved lineage...

And this, um, incest.

Did you actually find any proof?

Not exactly.

But it was
just a matter of time.

Did Cyrus know
what you were doing?

He found out, begged me to stop.

But I couldn't.

I was doing it for him.

To rid our family
of the 200 years of shame

we didn't deserve.

Cyrus lied to protect me,
and I let him.

I'll never forgive myself
for that.

I'm not drawing attention
to anything.

I'm just sick of hiding
in the shadows.

I'm just sick of hiding
in the shadows.

Look, you have far more
to lose than I do.

If I have to protect myself,
I will.

Good morning.

Where's Cal?

He should be here.

No idea.

Look, I may have
an estate key on here.

- Yeah. Here we are.
- Here we go.

Sorry about the delay, everyone.

Come on.

Come on.

Paddy's better at this
than I am.

Apparently it takes 10,000 hours
to achieve mastery of anything.

Just another 9,998 to go, then.

It's not just about fitness,
John.

The spiritual side of yoga
is just as important.

I don't really have
a spiritual side.

Everyone does.

Everyone does.

We all have a spiritual name,
for a start. Even you.

Mine's Feather Truth Miracle.

Ah.

Go on, then. What's mine?

Rainbow Miracle.

D.C.I. Miracle.

Oh, I'll have that.

Sir.

This is supposed to be
my morning off, Winter.

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, sir,
but there's been another murder.

The human Roman candle.

The human Roman candle.

One of Nero's favorite ways
to kill naughty Christians.

Beeswax is a new twist, though.

How did he die exactly?

His airways
are blocked with wax,

so it could be asphyxiation.

But that could've
happened postmortem.

So the beeswax might just be
symbolic in some way?

I'll know more when I can get
a better look at him.

Now, be off with you.

Yeah, the cordon
was all improvised.

We need to know who benefits

- from Cal Ingalls' death.
- Sir.

- From Cal Ingalls' death.
- Sir.

We know one person
who'd do anything

to get her hands
on the dower house.

Melissa Deddington.

But do you think
she'd be capable?

Let's go and ask her.

Thanks for your patience.

Come on.

I know you didn't mean
to kill her.

I know you didn't mean
to kill her.

You were tricked.

You didn't understand.

I forgive you.

I'll do anything to protect you.

"Man produces evil."

"Man produces evil"

as a bee produces honey.

"But be assured... The evil man
will not go unpunished."

Hannah? Where are you?

Why aren't you
returning my calls?

What are you doing, Mum?

Well, we can go home now.

It doesn't work like that.

But I thought if he was dead...

Not yet.

But soon.

Soon. I promise you.

We were here.

We were here all the time. Okay?

Neither of us
have left the house

since yesterday lunchtime.

So we're not gonna be able
to help you, I'm afraid.

Ms. Deddington?

You've been here
for the last 24 hours?

Is that right?

You can't let a hornet
into a hive.

It has to be dealt with.

If you could just try
and answer my question.

A hornet doesn't die
when it stings.

It goes on to kill again.

Have you been to the dower house
recently, Ms. Deddington?

That's all we need to know.

Bees know how to trap a hornet.

They wrap themselves in a ball,
and then they roast it alive.

The last time you were in the
dower house, did you see anyone?

"Where the bee sucks,
there suck I."

In a cowslip's bell, I lie.

There I couch
when the owls do cry.

On a bat's back, do I fly.

On a bat's back, do I fly

"after summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily..."

It's Shakespeare.

She's not gonna be able
to answer

any of your questions
coherently,

so I think it's best you go.

It's Fleur.

We're needed back at the lab.

The wax used
is definitely beeswax,

The wax used
is definitely beeswax,

not paraffin.

And once I'd managed
to remove it,

I found some curious things.

He's a strong man.

But there are no defensive
wounds on his hands or arms.

No physical sign of a fight.

And post strangulation,
one would expect

to see
conjunctival hemorrhages...

Generalized flushing
of the skin.

But there's no evidence
of that at all.

And he, like the other victims,
had a head wound.

As you can see, the hexagonal
impression left by the impact

is almost identical
to those of our earlier victims.

- Like the cell of a honeycomb.
- Hm.

Any idea what it's from?

No.

But that's not all.

Look at this.

What is it?

It's a puncture mark
from a hypodermic needle.

I got the lab to rush his bloods
through for me.

I got the lab to rush his bloods
through for me.

And?

Cal was already dead
when he was strung up.

From an overdose of melittin.

Which is why there was
no sign of struggle.

Melittin? What's that?

Pure bee venom.

Highly lethal
when injected intravenously.

Who do we know with access
to pure bee venom?

Ambrose Deddington.

Despite everything,

this year's solstice honey
is a triumph.

Would you care to try some,
Inspector?

Would you care to try some,
Inspector?

I'd rather you answered
my question, Mr. Deddington.

Yes, we do extract venom
from our bees.

It was partly responsible
for eradication of my cancer.

I still take it
prophylactically.

It's perfectly safe
at low dosage levels.

Do you sell it commercially?

Since my recovery,
there's been a high demand

from patients
with the same diagnosis.

Where's it kept?

In locked refrigerated storage.

And none of my stocks
have been disturbed.

And none of my stocks
have been disturbed.

Was it kept anywhere else?

At the surgery,
but not officially.

I have a phobia of needles,
and Serena

used to do my injections for me.

No one knew the venom
was missing from the surgery,

as it wasn't officially listed.

But now we know the murderer

was already planning
their next attack.

Well, we can't discount Ambrose.
Or Tamara.

We only have his word for it
that none

of the Apley Court stock
have been used.

Ambrose said he hasn't left home
since Dr. Lowe's murder.

Ambrose said he hasn't left home
since Dr. Lowe's murder.

- Let's see if his sister agrees.
- Yes, sir.

I'm closing
for the rest of the day.

Out of respect for Cal.

Oh, yeah, of course.

I'll, um... I'll cash up now.

Mm, mm, mm, mm.
I'll do that later.

I've got a new treatment
I'd like you to trial.

Oh, can it wait another day?
I'm really worried about Dad.

- And Jude keeps calling.
- It won't take long.

- And Jude keeps calling.
- It won't take long.

And don't forget...

I am paying for your time.

Now, you just relax.

I'll do the rest.

What is it?

A hot honey mask

to soothe and enrich.

To soothe and enrich.

Not that you need it.

You have such beautiful skin.

Mm, mm...

You and Noah,
such a perfect couple.

Young, so young,
and full of hope,

- your whole lives ahead of you.
- Tamara, we're not a couple.

I saw the way he looked at you.

The way he used to look at me.

The way he used to look at me.

No.
You've got it completely wrong.

Oh, no.

He was mine until you came back.

- He said he loved me.
- Oh, Tamara, you're drunk.

I don't think this is
a good idea.

I do.

What are you...

What are you...

Tamara!

Tamara, stop, please! Please!

Tamara, stop, please! Please!

The queen bee always destroys

the virgin would-be queens
when they pose a threat.

No, we're just friends.

Nothing else. I swear! Please!

Well, even if that is true,
hm...

it's clear
Noah wants more than that.

But he won't
when I've finished with you.

No. No, no, no! No!

Help! Help!

'Round the back!

Tamara, I know he let you down,
but none of this is my fault.

No!

You're lying.

You're all liars.

- Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!
- Oh!

Jude. Oh. Help me.

Ohh, don't cry, you silly girl.

Ohh, don't cry, you silly girl.

I wasn't actually going
to do it.

I wouldn't feel too much
sympathy for her, Jude.

She's betraying you,

just as she betrayed me.

No, it's not true.

With Noah.

No, it's not true.

Jude, it's not true.

I owe you an apology, Nigel.

"Be watchful."

Your adversary, the devil,
prowls around

"like a roaring lion,
seeking someone to devour."

You were right.

I had no right to be
in your place of worship.

I know you.

Who you are.

Oh, I'm your friend.

Oh, I'm your friend.

Even Satan disguises himself
as an angel of light.

Resist the devil!

And he will flee from you!

Out!

Put that down, and we can talk.

I know you are of your father,
the devil,

and you want to do
the desires of your father.

But...

I will vanquish you!

Dad! Dad!

No.

I let my demons overtake me.

It's okay. I'm here now.

You have a pure soul, Nigel.

But you've been in a place
of great darkness.

You didn't deserve any of this.
I am... I am so sorry.

You didn't deserve any of this.
I am... I am so sorry.

What about the others...
Dr. Lowe and Cal Ingalls?

I had nothing to do with that.

I swear to God.

So, if the reverend
isn't our murderer, who is?

I'm not sure
if this is relevant,

but financial checks
flagged this up.

The deeds to the dower house
were originally transferred

from Ambrose Deddington
to Cal Ingalls' partner,

from Ambrose Deddington
to Cal Ingalls' partner,

Justin Drylaw,
but there's no record

- of any money changing hands.
- You're sure?

Yeah, it was accounted for
as a gift.

There's no mystery, Inspector.

Justin Drylaw was
my brother's oncologist.

So when Ambrose got
the all-clear,

he gifted him the dower house.

The house promised
to your sister?

It was his to give.

Justin deserved it.

She didn't.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I really do have to go.

It's Solstice Day.

It's Solstice Day.

The ceremony will start
very soon.

All right, then.

Well, this is a nice surprise.

Hey.

I came to restock
our honey supplies.

Betty's been playing
Winnie the Pooh

- with Paddy.
- Ah.

He's eaten two full jars so far.

Hm.

Go on. Off you go.

I had no idea.

Hey, Sarah!

- Hey, John.
- Hey.

So good to see you both.

So good to see you both.

Look, I should have a new class
up and running soon.

I'll let you know.

Great.

That's good, isn't it?

Who's that?

Melissa Deddington.

Ms. Deddington? Are you okay?

The hornet. I can't escape him.

There's no one there,
Ms. Deddington.

- You're quite safe.
- No, no, no, no. No one's safe.

I'll get someone
to take you home.

I'll get someone
to take you home.

You'll be perfectly safe there.

Hornets hunt in dark.

But they get thirsty.

The hornet's always thirsty.

Does he have a name? The hornet?

"And teach me how to name
the bigger light

and how the less,
that burn by day and night."

The less, the less.

It's a quote from "The Tempest."

The less is the moon.

We have to go now.

We have to go now
'cause he needs it.

We have to go now
'cause he needs it.

He'll be back, he'll be back.
We have to go now.

She was looking
at the water bottle.

Noah's bottle.

The hornet's always thirsty.

Noah Moon.

Could Moon be a spiritual name?

I think so. Why?

- Where's Noah?
- Oh, he's gone.

We're closing early
for solstice.

We're closing early
for solstice.

I need to see the payroll.

Okay.

Winter, I want everything
you can find on a Noah Lyster.

Winter?

Noah Moon's birth name
is Lyster.

His mother was Marnie Lyster.

She wrote a blog about
fighting cancer with apitherapy.

Just like her hero,
Ambrose Deddington.

But she didn't make it.

Get an address.

We need to find him.

I found
Ambrose's medical records.

He never had cancer at all.

His initial diagnosis
turned out to be false.

But that was some years
down the line.

But that was some years
down the line.

And by then,
his apitherapy cancer miracle

- was making him rich.
- It was all covered up

with the collusion of
his oncologist, Justin Drylaw,

and Serena Lowe, his G.P.

They all had an interest
in protecting

the Apley Court brand.

Encouraging devotees like
Marnie Lyster to believe

that she too could be cured.

She died last year
on Solstice Day.

Noah's out for revenge.

Ambrose? Where are you?

Ambrose?

Everybody's waiting for you.

Everybody's waiting for you.

"Read this, or the master dies."

Where's Ambrose?

No one's seen him.

And he's late for his speech.
He's never late.

"The master sends his apologies
for keeping you waiting."

But he is no longer fit to hold

this ancient
and honorable position.

"He's a charlatan, a fraud..."

um, "a murderer."

"Responsible for the death."

"Responsible for the death"

of many innocent people.

And he must make amends
for the shame

"he has brought
to his ancestors."

Ancestors.

The mausoleum!

You are going to die.

Drowning in your own honey.

Like my mother.

Drowning in her own fluid.

You are going to suffer
as she suffered.

Help!

Help me somebody!

Help me!

No.

No! Help me! Help me!

Aah! Aah, aah!

Aah! Aah, aah!

Help me!

Help me! Help me!

Help!

Help!

Sir.

Sir.

Blood.

Winter!

Winter!

Ambrose?

They swarmed to protect me.

And now their job is done.

And now their job is done.

A murderer doesn't
deserve protection.

You are the murderer!

No! You killed my mother!

When you found out
you didn't have cancer,

you could've told the truth,
but you chose not to.

My mother refused treatment
that would've saved her life

because of your lies!

So you had to die, too.

But, first,
you attacked the hives.

Why?

Vengeance.

The bees failed
to save my mother.

Ambrose just got in the way.

You were always
going to be the last.

But not before you'd dealt
with everyone

who colluded in the lie,
starting with Dr. Lowe.

I had my suspicions,
but I needed evidence.

So I planned a break-in
at the surgery.

Made it look like a drugs raid,
but I was looking for evidence.

And I found it in a file that
confirmed she knew the truth.

And a few weeks later,
you returned.

And a few weeks later,
you returned.

Then all I had to do
was rouse the swarm.

Your precious bees

killing the only other thing
you ever loved.

And Cal Ingalls?

I liked him.

A lot.

A lot.

I knew he'd been married
to Ambrose's oncologist.

But I thought he'd been
kept out of the loop.

What made you change your mind?

I did a bit more digging.

I found evidence that Cal was
just as culpable as Justin.

So he had to die, too.

I already had the venom
from the raid at the surgery.

He died almost instantly.

That seemed too easy
after what he'd done.

I needed to see him burn.

I needed to see him burn.

All actions have consequences!

You brought this on yourselves!

Your master must fly this place.

Do not attempt to follow...

Do not attempt to follow...

my loyal little friends.

You have a new master now.

Ceasing to hum
is a sign of mourning.

Ceasing to hum
is a sign of mourning.

The bees are grieving
for their master.

It's the natural law of karma,
Winter.

We create our own destiny
by our thoughts,

words, and deeds...

for good or ill.

You're really getting into
this yogic stuff, then, sir?

On a strictly
amateur basis only.

Serious yogis would take
a dim view of my craving

for a pint of real ale.

Talking of which,

it's pie and a pint night
at the Causton Arms.

It's pie and a pint night
at the Causton Arms.

Oh, what a good idea, Winter.

And the natural law of karma
says it's your round.

Namaste.

Bless you.