All language subtitles for Beyond Paradise (2023) - 04x03 - Episode 3.ORGANiC+mSD.English.updated.Addic7ed.com

I thought Morris dancing

was all handkerchiefs and knee bells?

Traditionally, yes. But this...

...this is dark Morris,

its anarchic cousin -
much more subversive.

It's called
The Legend Of The Knucklehole Dragon.

A fearsome beast is devouring the
villagers, but no knight could slay it.

Which one's Margo again?

I'm guessing the dragon.

No. She's one of the villagers

that kills the beast with a poisoned pie.

She's been practising for
weeks, dancing around the office,

trying to force-feed me pasties.

Oh, I think that’s her at the back!

Oh, let's just watch, shall we?

It's pretty obvious what's going on.

Oh! Is that it?

Bravo! Excellent!

Excellent! Get his EpiPen!

Someone help him! Please!

Apparently not. Where's his EpiPen?

It's not in the case!

Where is it? Hurry!

♪ 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. ♪

Looks like it was an allergic reaction.

The paramedics gave him
an epinephrine shot.

They're just hoping he's got it in time.

Right, what was he allergic to?

Latex.

You know Marvelous, don't you?

Oh, yes. A kindred mariner.
I bought my boat from you.

Then let her drift out to sea
like some Johnny Fortnight.

Lord alone knows how.

Yes.

Uh, sorry, latex, you say?

Yeah. Anything with rubber.

His name's Craig.

He's new to the side,
but he warned us about his allergy

as soon as he joined.

Carries an EpiPen in case of emergencies.

He showed us all how to use it.

Right. So why wait for the medics?

Cos it’s gone missing from its case.

I saw Craig check it before the show.

Are you saying someone stole it?

Well, it didn't vanish on its own.

Wait, but if someone took it,

that means they knew Craig
would have a serious reaction,

and they wanted to delay his treatment?

Not with anything we use.

It's been a right pain having
to buy new costumes and masks,

to make sure it's all latex-free.

Yes, but that doesn't rule out
them contaminating it later.

Let's, um...
Let's gather everything up,

get it to Forensics
for analysis, please.

Maybe he touched something
with latex earlier on.

No, Craig's allergy is Type 1.

Any reaction happens the moment
he comes into contact with it.

So, if someone intentionally triggered
it, they did so during the dance?

I mean, literally the moment
before he collapsed?

Give or take a few seconds, yeah.

But we were all watching.

So what did we miss?

What did we miss?

The EpiPen helped,
but he's not out of the woods yet.

We're having to keep him sedated,

give his body time to recover,

but fingers crossed, he'll be OK.

Don't those tubes contain rubber?

No. Everything here is silicone
or nitrile-based.

Even my gloves.

Oh, I've got a squishy in my pocket.

Sorry, I bought it for you.
For your headaches.

Help ease stress.

I'm good, thanks. You keep it.

No, you have it. Put it away!

It's OK. Um...

It's polyurethane, but maybe
don't touch him, just in case.

Right. Yes. No.

Do you know when we might
be able to, uh, question him?

Maybe in a day or so,
but until then, no visitors.

Doctor's orders. Thanks, Lucy.

Oh.

I'm sorry. I... I just wanted
to check he was OK.

You're part of the Morris side,
aren't you?

One of the musicians?

Yeah. I'm...
H... Holly.

My... my husband Matthew’s
the side leader.

Please don’t tell him I was here.

Well, the plot thickens.

Where have you been?

Out.

Walking. Trying to make sense of it all.

Why are the police involved?

They think it may have
been deliberate, which...

...is absurd.

It was an accident.

Hey.

You need to forget about him.

It's just you and me now.

Come here.

Fresh start, yeah?

Yes, do stand in the doorway, Humphrey.

That's enormously helpful.

- Sorry, Anne.
- Mm-hm.

All right.

So... what do you think?

Your writing's terrible
when you're stressed.

- But I like the carpool idea.
- Mm-hm?

How would that work in practice?

Not a clue.

But you've put here
it's a cost saving of £5,000.

Yeah. Do you think it should be more?

I just need to show budget cuts

that match one of the team's salary.

Then, I can argue that I don't
need to let anyone go at all.

Well, what if you go paperless?

No! I... Uh-uh...

Writing notes on scraps of paper,
it's how I work.

I suppose I could write things
on my sleeve.

I'll keep thinking.
Good idea, though.

Great. Uh, yeah. Thanks.

Love you. Mwah.

See you later.

- Uh...
- Oh.

- Bye, Anne.
- Hmph.

Thanks for breakfast.

If he gets under my feet any more,
I could wear him as slippers.

Why are you putting Marvelous up there?

He's as daft as a brushed owl,
but he's not an allergy psycho.

And neither am I!

We can't rule anyone out at the moment.

You play the villager who poisoned him.

You had access to his Epi case.

If I can find a motive,
you're my prime suspect.

- Hmm.
- Morning, Kelby.

Dzien dobry.

Sorry. I'm...

...I'm trying to learn Polish.

Dzien dobry means good morning.

It's... it's a really hard language.

Which you’re attempting. Why?

Oh.

Her name's Agnieszka.

We met online.

She's a PE teacher
at an orphanage near Gdansk.

Is that why the new aftershave?

So she can smell you from here?

Ignore her. She looks lovely.

Almost too good to be true.

I know. I'm a lucky guy.

Morning, all.

What's that? A new air-freshener?

I'm going to call Forensics.

You’ve had some more messages
from that Mr Smith at the hub.

- He's going to start stalking you soon.
- Yes, yes. I'll talk to him later.

Any update on our Morris victim -
Craig Fields?

Still unconscious, but stabilised.

So it’s looking more hopeful.

The side are really pleased.

Holly Willis in particular?

There have been rumours, I can’t lie.

I mean, I wouldn’t kick Craig out of bed

if he wanted to get cosy under my duvet.

A little focus, Margo, please.

What facts do we know about him?

Well, he's a carpenter
and joiner by trade.

He bought a damaged boat off Marvelous,

which he's living on at the boat yard
while he's fixing it up.

He's planning on sailing
around the world when it’s done.

Wait!

This damaged boat,
it's not the Lily Bond, is it?

You’d better hope not,
otherwise Esther will slap

your photo up on that board and all.

Craig doesn't sound like
your typical Morris dancer.

Which is what, exactly?

Well, you've all met Marvelous, right?

He might be a vakie oddball,

but he's got a heart of gold,
same as Craig,

who, it turns out,
has done Morris before.

He had a lot of fancy ideas,

which Matthew wasn’t impressed with.

Matthew Willis, side leader?

They’re called the squires.

Squires?

It's a big Willis family tradition,

which Matthew felt Craig was usurping.

Is that why the changes,
the shift to dark Morris?

- Was that all down to Craig?
- Yeah.

We put it to the vote, and Craig won.

Even Holly voted for it. Ouch.

Is that when the rumours started?

Pretty much.

Holly...

They used to jam together,

composing music for the Knucklehole.

Craig carved her a wooden tabor pipe.

Matthew’s face when he gave it to her!

You want a motive?

I'd start right there.

I think we need more than just
making someone a recorder.

Yes. Let's not rush to assumptions.

There are motives other
than jealousy to consider.

So, let's 100k into Craig's
finances and background,

- please, Margo.
- Lab report says

there's no trace of latex
on any of the staffs,

masks or costumes.

Yet Craig collapsed mid-dance,

so how was his allergy
triggered unnoticed?

We need someone to have filmed it.

Uh...

I do know someone who recorded it
on their phone.

Excellent. Let's get a copy of that
before they delete it.

- Really?
- Yes, please.

OK. I did a sweep of the crime scene
and I found a sweet-wrapper...

Mm-hm...
a feather of some sort and...

13 cigarette butts,

because, like you say, we
can't assume it's irrelevant.

Quite right, Kelby.

The smallest detail may prove pivotal.

Strawberry chew?

Interesting.

There was no feather of this kind
on the Morris costumes,

so...

What bird does this belong to?

I wonder.

The Holy Grail of golf

is something called an eagle,
apparently, or albatross.

How do I look?

Like a lawsuit waiting to happen.

Please don't swing that in here.

- Are they Dad's clubs?
- Yes.

Lance Kendrick, who's chair of the Sports
and Culture Committee, asked if I played.

So, naturally, I said yes.

Because...?

Well, they're allocating seats
to all the new councillors,

and I don't want to get stuck
on the Committee of Strategic Works.

I thought, if I play a round with Lance,

he might invite me on board.

You said "play around" with him.

Oh.

Knew you meant golf.

Well, next time, I'll
phrase it more carefully.

Oh! Wish me luck.

Let him win. You'll be fine.

If we don’t sell all these, can I
take some home for Mum tonight?

Help soften her up before I tell her
about my travel plans?

She'll be fine about it.

Well, I'm hoping
she might miss me a bit.

Oh, of course she will.

And it will make the short time

you have left together
all the more precious.

She'll spoil you rotten.

You have met my mum, right?

Esther, hi. You wanted to see me?

Did you want to book in another massage?

No. Last night, you were filming
that Morris dance.

I need a copy of the footage.

It may have information we can use.

Oh, sure. Yeah. Um...

No problem.

Uh, sorry. Do you mind if I, um...? Yeah.

It should be in the gallery.

Hello. Golden Fern.

Yep, Sandra, we've got you in for 10.30.

OK, we'll see you then.

OK. Bye.

Oh, sorry.

So many photos.

New man syndrome.

I expect you were the same, right?

Archie told me you guys used to date.

Briefly.

It wasn't a big deal.
Quick fling. Nothing major.

Yeah. No, that's what he said.

Right. Oh, it's not a problem.

It's actually quite a relief, you know,

that it wasn't my massage technique
making you so tense the other day.

No, that was more about work
stressing me out, not Archie.

That's long gone. In fact,
I was the one who ended it.

Great.

Ah, here.

Uh, sorry. No rest for the wicked.

Golden Fern.

Hold on one sec. All done. Thanks.

Nice to see you.

Yep. Was that for the hot stone?

It's from Archie's new girlfriend.

It's not great quality.
Why can't she just stay still?

I think she's dancing.

It's hard not to.
It's a really catchy tune.

How long before Craig collapses?

It's round about here.

Ruined my star moment.

I'm like Margot Fonteyn with that pie.

Just saying.

OK.

All right, everyone, watch closely.

Here we go.

Any second now...

just a minute...

Agh!

I've spilt my drink.

Here, hold this. It's all over my top.

- Oh, for God's sake!
- We missed it!

Oh, turn the camera!

I think it's over. Was that it?

No. Something's wrong.

Look. Holly's the first person
to help Craig.

But who's that bringing
his Epi case over?

Who’s your prime suspect now?

And wait, please, Marvelous.
Hold your horses.

Shoulders back.

Stand up straight. Full energy, please.

Here we go.

And one, two, three,
four, five, six, seven.

Smile! Out! Turn. Round.

Wait. Stop. Stop!

What are you doing?

Aside from humiliating myself

just so I can dance
with this adorable woman,

I have no idea!

It's lunchtime.

There’s a scrumpy
with my name on it at Kitty Jay’s.

Why have you dragged us
all here for this whitpot?

We're performing in Salcombe
at the weekend,

and since we don't have
a dragon any more,

we need to practise a new dance.

Feels wrong doing anything
while Craig's still unconscious.

Right, let’s wait till he's back.

I want to bash a big stick about,

not wave a white hankie
like I'm trying to surrender.

No-one is more concerned
about Craig than me.

But this isn't about him.

It's about returning to our roots,

honouring our commitments,
and doing as your squire says!

Hello.

Sorry. Music stopped.
Hope we're not interrupting.

Not at all, Inspector.

I'm explaining how Morris dancing's
a celebration of community,

of spring and light.

Dark Morris is, uh...

Well, that's a different path.

And we need to make a choice.

You can't have both.

Holly. Holly, we're rehearsing.

I need a vape.

Take five, everyone.

Oh, that's fine anyway.

We'll need to speak to you all privately.

We'll also need to see
the dragon dance again.

I believe Margo mentioned it.

I told Marvelous to bring in
some spare sticks.

Her wish is my command.

Excellent. Thank you, Marvelous.

- Matthew...
- If you could get everything set up.

I need to talk to Holly. OK.

I can't do this. I'm going to...
I'm going to skedaddle. Um...

Yeah, tell him I'm ill. Dodgy curry.

Don’t get all joppety.

Stay put, keep shtum.
You ain’t done nothing wrong.

Now breathe.

You want a gherkin with that?

I pickle my own.

Very tasty.

So you're, um... you're done
with dark Morris?

I think one foray was enough,
given the result and consequences.

Understandable.

Although I did like the masks, the
way they were used as a disguise

to hide the dancers' true identities
and stop them being found out.

Historically speaking, obviously.

Well, you've done your
research, Inspector.

Hmm.

Although, I suppose,

if Craig's allergy
was triggered deliberately...

...then someone's still using their mask
in much the same way.

And if it was just an accident,
as the rest of us believe,

then you've no crime to investigate.

I would love to believe that.

If only I could explain the EpiPen.

You were the one
who got Craig's Epi kit.

Do you have any idea
why the pen wasn't in there?

Must have fallen out.

Been mislaid.

So... another accident?

It's the simplest explanation.

Craig was...

...a popular member of the side...

...if a tad headstrong, like myself.

It caused some issues at the start,
but...

...I soon learnt to...

...to embrace the challenges
he offered.

Why would anyone want to hurt him?

What if he was too popular?

With somebody's wife?

I can assure you, Inspector...

...Holly takes her wedding vows
as seriously as I do.

Quit years ago.

I guess that’s the way life is.

You can resist temptation
for so long, and then...

...realise you've been fooling
yourself the whole time.

Is that how it was with Craig?

You heard the gossip, then?

It's not true.

We weren’t having an affair. I...

I wouldn’t.

I love my husband and my kids.

They’re my life.

Why... why would I jeopardise that?

For... for what?

Sex?

It's not worth it. Nothing is.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

I just wish Craig hadn’t come here.

It's...

...it’s changed everything.

You can't help who you fall in love with.

But you can decide what you do about it.

You can choose to stop seeing them,

even if it makes you really unhappy.

You have to.

Still hurts, though.

For better or for worse.

You have to do the right thing...

...for the sake of your family.

Is that you talking or Matthew?

This isn’t his fault.

It's mine.

You do realise this is pointless?

We don't have a dragon.

Well, I'm volunteering to take its place.

Thank you.

Don't worry. I've done Scottish
country dancing.

At school.

Best Highland fling. Under-15s.

He won a medal.

How is any of this relevant?

Well, I need to experience the dance
from Craig's point of view,

assess his interaction with the side.

Four of the side couldn't
even make the rehearsal.

We have jobs.

We can't teach the whole dance
in a lunch hour.

Oh, no, no, not the whole dance.

Just the last part
before Craig collapsed.

Right, who remembers when that was?

It was just as I go
to get the poisoned pie.

I'll walk him through it. Fine.

If we go from the dragon’s battle...

Inspector, you stand in the middle.

Yes. Right. The others, all around.

Esther, are you, uh... are you ready?

And waiting!

Music, maestro, please.

Sorry. Sorry. A little bit rusty.

Don’t stop. We’re almost there.

Sorry, I wasn't expecting that.

I would have peeled away to get the pie,

and, Inspector, now!

Now what?

Oh, yeah. Right. Everyone, stop!

I need to mark all your final...
positions.

Are we done now?

Uh, no. One more thing.

Margo, when you peel off
to get the poisoned pie,

what was the prop you used?

A pork pie.

- A real one?
- Yeah.

The fake ones contain rubber.

Did Kelby collect up that pie
for testing?

Because I've read, with a latex allergy,

that there are certain foods
that can also trigger a reaction.

No. Bob ate it while we were
waiting for the ambulance.

I was hungry.

Craig fell down
before I even collected it,

and it never went anywhere near him.

And I was much further back than this.

You dropping the staff, it threw me.

I was... more here...

...I think.

Why are you looking at me?

I never hurt him, I swear!

Thanks.

Sorry.

It's too hot in there.

Had a bit of a panic attack.

It's OK. Take your time.

I like Craig. He's a great guy.

He gave me this fitness routine
and a diet plan.

Helped me lose weight.
I feel lucky to know him.

Did he charge you for that advice, Bob?

No, of course not. Why?

Craig's bank details show
you recently made two payments

into his account, both for £4,900,

just under the £5,000 threshold
banks are required to report.

Well, it was an investment.

We were going into business together.

What kind of business?

I don't know.

I mean, um...

It's not happening.

Craig backed out.
He told me he'd changed his mind.

But he kept your money.

Well, he'll repay it. He has to.

What if he doesn't?

What will you do to, uh, persuade him?

Well, I ain't going to kill him, am I?

How can he pay me back then?

Except Craig isn't dead,
so triggering his allergy

would serve as a pretty
effective warning.

I wouldn't!

I've never hurt anyone in my life.

I'm a boring accountant
who lives in a rented bedsit.

That's why I gave Craig
the money in the first place.

So I could change things.

And then he changes his mind

and says he doesn't want to do it
any more, having spent all my money.

Now, that ain't right.

And he knows it.

Come on, Bob.

What was the money for, Bob?
This business you planned?

What did Craig not want to do any more?

No comment.

What have you and Bob been up to?

Nothing, my sweet, I swear.

My sweet's a strawberry chew.

Answer the question.

The day you joined the police

was the day I turned my back
on anything disreputable,

as a mark of respect.

You told me you hated fishing,

ever since that incident with a lobster.

Which you have promised
never to mention again.

That's all Craig's gear.

He borrows my van from time to time.

Just dump the sticks on top.

What the flaming hell is this?

Now, give that here.

Let's pretend you never saw that.

If you’ve got nothing to hide,

we’ll just show it to the Inspector

and you can explain it to him.

No need to get savage on me.

Whatever you're thinking, all
them cramby doubts, they're wrong.

Prove it.

It's my bad.

I forgot it was in the van when
I loaded up the Morris sticks.

What do you use it for?

Best waterproofing there is.

Every boat yard has some.

Isn't that a bit risky with Craig about?

He don't use it on his boat,
and I keep it locked in my shed.

It was only in the van cos I
lost my last lot in a break-in.

I had to go to the depot, buy some more.

Somebody stole it? Kids probably.

I had a camera on the shed,
and they broke that, too.

I asked Craig if he saw anything,
and he said no.

Does Bob ever visit
your boat yard, Marvelous?

Bob told us he was going
into business with Craig.

He paid him a lot of money, most
of which Craig then paid to you.

That's right. To buy the boat
he's rebuilding.

And he got a fair price.

You want to look at my books?
Go ahead.

I've got nothing to hide.

This business that they were
planning, were you involved in that, too?

Craig asked me. I said no.

Out of respect for that goddess,

who I still revere to this day.

Are you taking medication
we're not aware of, Marvelous?

My only drug is love,

and my only crime is not telling
Margo how I felt till it was too late.

So this Bob and Craig business
was illegal, then?

It didn't happen. And it won't.

Not now that Craig's found
the love of his life, too.

- You mean Holly?
- I told him

if he were lucky enough
to find his soulmate,

he should fight for 'em.

And that's why Craig's staying

and why the Bob business ain't happening.

Does Holly know Craig's staying?

He told everyone in the side
during rehearsals.

So Matthew knew as well?

Should have kept my big gob shut,
shouldn't I?

We need to find out

what business Bob and Craig
were planning.

And even more urgently, who
stole Marvelous's liquid rubber.

Unless he's lying, of course, to
cover why it was hidden in his van.

Hmm.

Hello, house-owner.

Oh, gosh, it's finally happening.

That's amazing.

I know!

I'm online-shopping already.

I have this urge to buy furniture.

What do you think
about hanging egg chairs?

Have you been sunbathing?

Cos I think you might have sunstroke.

But we could buy a hammock
for the garden.

And a duck house for Selwyn.

Oh, he'd love that.

And Mum will be just as pleased.

It's driving her mad,
having us there the whole time.

Well, 100k, I hope she knows
how much we appreciate it.

Let's say it with wine and a takeaway.

She really likes Thai.

Chicken satay and green curry coming up.

Martha?

Sorry. It's just hit me.

We're really doing this, aren't we?

It's a big new adventure.

I'm glad it's with you.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

Bye.

Was that a Mr Smith?
He's been calling non-stop.

I'm running out of excuses.

No, Kelby. Don't worry.
It's OK. I'll deal with it.

I have exactly the answer he needs.

Any luck identifying
that bird feather?

Oh, yes.

And it's not a bird.

See, I think
it's part of a fishing fly.

What do you reckon?

Oi!

That scrumpy at Kitty Jay’s...

...there’s a glass with my name on it.

After work, if you fancy it.

It's the perfect weapon.

A metal fishing hook coated in latex.

One scratch - instant collapse.

But neither Bob, Marvelous or Matthew

got close enough to Craig
to be able to scratch him.

If the hook was attached
to the staff, it might have done.

But that would have left
latex traces on the staff,

and there weren't any.

Margo!

You said there were fishing rods
in Marvelous's van.

A fishing line attached to a staff
would be near invisible at night.

Is he still outside?

No, he's gone now.

Kelby, can you go to his boat yard

and bring back
that broken security camera?

We need to get it fixed to find out if
someone stole that latex, as he claims.

He wouldn’t have lied about that.

Then why won't he tell us
what Craig and Bob were up to?

I'm getting an answer to that tonight.

You just leave it with me.

It can't have been a fishing line.

It's too haphazard and noticeable.

Well, let's watch and find out.

Inspector.

Not now, please, Margo.

So, not just me you ignore,
but your staff, too.

Oh, interesting.

Mr Smith...

...I was about to call.

I thought we should FaceTime instead.

Trim the fat in person.

Oh, Esther, Margo, this is Mr Smith,

Superintendent Woods's replacement
at the hub.

If you're not too busy, Sergeant,

my battle elixir for the war
against crime is a decaf soy latte.

I believe the ones at the Ten Mile
are excellent.

Well, I am actually work...

I'm sure you can expand your bandwidth

to multitask me up a biscotti as well.

Thank you.

Inspector, shall we?

Yeah, of course. There's...
That way.

Um...

Flat white for me. No sugar. Thanks.

Now, you have caught me
on the hop a bit, uh,

and I will, sorry, that's shopping,

get Margo to do a proper spreadsheet,

but I think these ideas clearly show

how we can save enough money
to keep funding all our staff.

You see, this is the problem.

You're trying to boil the ocean.

Instead, focus on deliverables
and close the loop.

Which member of staff
are you going to lose?

Well, you see, that's my point.

I thought we could solve the problem
in a more people-friendly manner.

We're downsizing for the future.

Me, I'm juggling balls non-stop
throughout the day.

If your sergeant has time to get coffee,

then how relevant is she?

Well, that's hardly fair.
You are her superior.

She was just doing what you asked!

We need blue skies, Inspector, not sheep.

And it's your job to dance
the needle in that direction.

Understood?

Do you ever worry
you drink too much caffeine?

Says the man who sells alcohol
for a living.

They say wine has its health benefits,

that it can be therapeutic at times.

I'm more of a beer person myself.

That's not how I remember it.

Well, that's nostalgia for you.

Everyone looks better in hindsight.

Thank you.

You're right, Esther.

It wasn't a fishing line.
It must be something else.

What did Mr Smith want?

What?

Why did he send me off like that?

Um... Oh, no reason.

Uh, it's... just his manner.

He's lucky I didn't deck him.

Yes, good restraint, Sergeant.
Well done.

Kelby, is that Marvelous's
security camera?

Shouldn't it be with Tech Support?

Oh, they've got a backlog of cases.

It's going to take them weeks,
so I thought I'd have a go myself.

It's a bit, uh... zlozony, mind.

"Complicated." It's Polish.

Agnieszka called me it last night.

She said it was a compliment.

New girlfriend. Don’t ask.

Very good.

Oh, I'm going home.

I can't hear that music again.
It's like an earworm.

No, the answer must be here somewhere.

I'm just not seeing it.

Craig's allergy was triggered

by someone unseen,
while we were watching it.

How?

Maybe the latex
was on Margo's strawberry chew.

You’ve cracked the case, Sherlock.

Remind me, what was my motive?

You've admitted fancying Craig.

- He fancied Holly.
- Oh.

It's a classic case of unrequited
love demanding payback.

Night, all.

If I ever do decide to kill someone,

she’ll be the first to know.

- How on earth did this happen?
- Well, it wasn't me.

It was a golf cart. Nearly
ran me over on the fairway.

I'm lucky it wasn't my leg.

Did you at least get
the committee you wanted?

Sports and Culture?

Sadly, no.

One look at my golf swing told Lance
my talents lie elsewhere.

Well, you're strong on culture, though.

I certainly gave that cart driver
some Anglo-Saxon advice.

- Ha-ha!
- Hi!

Mwah!

You've got a house!

I know, and I bring Thai
takeaway to celebrate.

We can head over tomorrow
and start renovating.

Oh, it's very exciting.

Have you decided who you're going to use?

I think we'll just do it ourselves.

Yeah.

Oh, you'll need a professional.
Make sure it's done properly.

No offence, Humphrey.

What about that Morris leader?
Matthew.

- Isn't he an architect?
- Yes.

And a suspect in the case
we're investigating.

Is that the allergy one?

A Mr Smith was talking about that
on the golf course.

He's not convinced it's a genuine crime.

I'm sorry, what?

Mr Smith?

Yes. From the hub.

He was one of our group.

He's very charming
and a very good golfer.

Oh, so that's one of the balls
he's been juggling, is it?

He's very concerned about you
and about your whole team, in fact.

He's worried you're wasting
police time investigating

something that could be an accident.

Well, it wasn't.

And I'm not.

I'll get us some plates and glasses.

Oh, it's very exciting. Oh!

Can't wait to see it tomorrow.

Me neither.
I'm sorry about your committee.

Oh, never mind.

I'm sure I'll find some other
way to serve the community.

She doesn't know about Mr Smith.

- Don't be cross with her.
- I'm not.

I am angry at him

for questioning my team's work ethic
while he's off playing golf.

Not a genuine crime?

Craig's allergy was triggered
deliberately. I know it.

I just don't know by who.

Or how.

I thought you'd promised

I wouldn't be a fishing widow any more,

I'm just sorting everything out
to sell on eBay.

These are broken.

Don't worry. I'll make sure
they're disposed of safely.

It's not a date, I know that.

It's you and me having a drink.

And that made me feel...

...florid.

I'll put them on one
of my ex-husbands graves.

Now, deal the tiles.

Cheers. One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven. Go!

Well, come on, then.
The suspense is killing me.

What do you mean?

You've cooked dinner, bought more beer.

There's muffins for afters.

This is teenage code for,

"I've done something, or I'm about to."

Oh, my God.

You're so cynical.

And right... obviously.

OK, so...

...I've put together an itinerary.

I want to go travelling.

Load up my backpack,

get a round -the-world ticket
and have some adventures.

I've been talking to Martha,

and she's been really encouraging
about...

Wait. You told Martha before me?

She's been giving me loads of extra
shifts so I can build up my savings.

I've got enough
for a ticket already.

I have to do this, Mum,
soon, or I'll never do it at all.

So who's stopping you?

You are.

I just wonder what you'll do,
whether you'll be all right.

Of course I will.

I just... I...

I don't want you to be lonely,

especially since
you've broken up with Archie.

Oh, please!

He still likes you, you know.

Well, I'm a very lovable person.

You are.

I'm going to miss you.

So I'll phone all the time,
wherever I am.

Better had.

And I promise I'll be back.

Are you sure you're OK about it?

If it's what you want, yes.
Great. Go for it.

Hmm.

Pair of fours.

Why is Bob watching us like that?

I don't know.

Maybe he can't believe
that dreams do come true.

Hmm.

OK.

Time to wake up, cos I'm
here for one reason,

and that’s to save your sorry,
sentimental ass.

You’re a suspect in an attempted murder
investigation, so you need to tell me

what Craig and that lubberwort
were planning,

or we are never, ever going
to sit here and drink scrumpy again.

Got it?

- Smuggling?
- Yeah.

That was Craig and Bob's new business?

Apparently, Craig built secret
compartments into the boat's hull.

Marvelous said he’d show you,

but only because it was a plan
that never happened.

What, because Craig fell in love
and vetoed the idea?

We really have to talk to him.

Is there any word yet from the hospital?

Lucy said he'll be conscious later today.

She'll call me, soon as.

Sir, I'm getting somewhere with this
camera. I should have it fixed soon.

Right. We'll be at the boat yard.

Let us know when you do.
Thank you, Kelby.

I was blackmailed
to show you these.

I want that on record. All right.

And what contraband
were they planning to hide?

That's the limit of my knowledge.

I'm showing you an empty space,

and it's going to stay that way.

You can't arrest people for
an idea they've decided against.

Understood.

Thank you, Marvelous.

Mm. It's all a bit Mary Celeste.

You'd think he'd have something
of Holly's here.

A photo...

...or a bit of clothing.

That's a little big for her,
don't you think?

Kelby.

Hello.

All right. We're coming now.

Esther!

Kelby's fixed the camera.
Says we need to see it right away.

OK, so I've set it up to play
from just before the break-in.

Is there no sound?

Not on this model, but look.

Oh, that's not good.

I went there to beg him to leave.

I said I could cope with being unhappy

as long as my children felt safe
and... loved, instead of abandoned.

I didn’t know Matthew had followed me.

What happened?

What happened after Matthew
smashed the camera?

Did he go into the shed?
Take the latex?

No, he... he just left.

He didn’t take anything.

- Holly...
- He didn’t take it.

He wouldn’t.

You don’t understand.

Please, I have nothing else to say.

You... you have to go.

We will need to talk to Matthew
about this incident.

Yes. And Craig, too,
when he's fully conscious.

Is he allowed visitors?

No. Not yet.

Soon.

Benji.

Benji!

Can you stop that?

Put the pipe down. It's not a toy.

Sorry.

DS Williams.

Hi.

Great. OK.

It's Lucy. Craig's awake and responsive.

She says we can question him.

Ask her if he has a cut on his head.

Some kind of graze. What?

A cut on the back of his head.

Ask her to check now, please, if she can.

DI Goodman would like you to
check to see if Craig has a cut or graze

on the back of his head, please, Lucy.

Yes, now.

Great. One sec.

Yes, a slight graze.

Why?

I need to listen again to the
footage we took of the Morris dance.

Oh. Not again. Which one?

Both of them.

I knew these held the answer,

but it wasn't that I couldn't see it.

It was that I just didn't hear it.

Close your eyes, please, all of you.

Listen. For what?

Your favourite.
The Knucklehole tune.

This is from the rehearsal
we did yesterday lunchtime.

Now, this is from the music
from the actual dance

when Craig suffered his allergy attack.

They're different. Exactly.

In the rehearsal,
Holly's pipe plays throughout.

But on the night of the dance,
Holly's pipe stops prematurely,

leaving only the fiddle and drum playing.

Meaning what?

That Holly was the one
that tried to kill Craig.

She was standing directly
behind Craig as the side danced.

She pretends to keep playing,

but slips a metal dart,
fashioned from a fishing fly hook,

coated in latex,
into the end of her pipe.

Everybody was watching the dancers.

No-one's looking at her.

When Craig got close, she uses her pipe

as a weapon to shoot the dart
at the back of his head.

Penetrating the skin guaranteed the latex
reaction would be at its most severe.

She then carries on playing as normal,

but stops as Craig falls
and rushes to his aid.

She had to reach him first
to get rid of the dart,

hence the nick and bruising to the head.

Get his EpiPen!

Calling out for help and acting
distressed just bolstered her alibi.

Hurry! Where is it?

No-one would suspect her.

Everyone thought she was Craig's lover.

But she was his lover, wasn't she?

Why would she try and kill him?

Because the person Craig was
having an affair with wasn't Holly.

It was her husband, Matthew.

Holly was a fishing widow
in more ways than one.

And you were right about the clothing.
Craig did have something his lover wore.

He had his shirt.

Only, he took it from Matthew as a
keepsake for when Matthew stayed home

playing doting husband and father
to Holly and his kids.

And Holly knew what was happening?

She was talking about Matthew
outside the community centre.

I just wish Craig hadn’t come here.

It's changed everything.

You can't help who you fall in love with.

But you can decide what you do about it.

You can choose to stop seeing them,

even if it makes you really unhappy.

You have to.

I doubt Craig's the first indiscretion

Holly's had to put up with,

but she'd always tolerated it
as long as it was temporary.

Then Craig decided to stay.

To fight for his new life.

And Holly couldn't let that happen.

She made one final appeal,
begging him to leave.

She knew Matthew's punch
wouldn't change things,

even if he wanted it to.

- Please! Please! Go!
- Hey, get off her!

But Craig wasn't going to accept that.

He was going to force Matthew to choose,
so Holly knew she had to act.

So, when Matthew left,

she went straight into the shed
and took the latex solution.

Using Matthew's fishing gear
and Craig's wooden flute

to end their affair must have
felt grimly appropriate.

Taking the EpiPen while everyone
prepared for the dance was easy enough.

Everything was set.

The only thing that went wrong -
the ambulance got there too quickly.

So then, later, when we saw her
at the hospital...

Maybe in a day or so.

...she didn't go there
to check on Craig.

She went to finish him off.

And she knows he's awake now.

She asked about visiting him.

What if she's thinking of trying again?

Holly, stop!

You're under arrest.

For what? I...

I've just come to see my friend.

Let me through.

Don't... don't let her touch him.

This is ridiculous.

Look, I know it was you, Holly.

I don't know how you did it,

but you're not getting a second chance.

How many second chances
have I given you?

- She's got something on her hands.
- OK. All right.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Holly!
- All right, OK.

- Stop it.
- I've got her bag.

Why couldn’t you have chosen me?

Just once.

- OK, Kelby. Get her wrists, Kelby.
- Holly, don't...

Take her out.

No, wait. He doesn't want
to press charges.

You're under arrest.

He's going to sail
off, abroad, like he said.

Isn't that right?

Is that what you want, Matthew?

I want... my children
to have their mother.

And me.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm afraid it's up to the CPS
whether they decide to prosecute.

No-one here can make that decision.

Sorry.

It's the kids I feel sorry for most.

How do you begin to repair that?

I don't know.

The irony is, it's the same ending
as the legend.

Villager who poisons
the Knucklehole Dragon

ends up killing themselves
with the same poison by mistake.

Holly hoped getting rid of Craig
would save her family,

and she ended up destroying it
as a result.

That's what happens when you're not
honest with each other.

You lose everything.

Just ask Marvelous.

No more dancing for us, then.

I'm going to drown my sorrows

with a scrumpy
and a game of dominoes

if my guardian angel
would care to join me

so I can thank her properly
for all her kindness.

This is still not a date.

I know that. And never will be.

You’re too weird and strange
for any of that nonsense.

As long as you tolerate me, I'm happy.

Florid, even.

You! Come on, then.

♪ I've found love... ♪

Go on, then!

Oh, oh, oh, yeah!

Sit.

♪ It was summer ♪

♪ And the rain was at bay ♪

♪ You came like the storm
that washed me away ♪

♪ And if only love was this easy ♪

♪ I'd write a book about
every time you kissed me ♪

♪ it was true, true, true love... ♪

We own a house.

Oh, my God. It's scary, isn't it?

Does that mean we're grown-ups?

It means we're not living
with your mother any more.

Allow me, madam.

- Your wall.
- Mm-hm.

- Gosh. There's a lot to do, isn't there?
- Masses. Exciting, though.

I'm glad it's just you and me again.

- Ohh!
- Whoa!

- You know what?
- What?

We didn't bring any glasses.

Love it.

Hello! Is anyone home?

Oh, is there no escape?

We're out here, Mum.

Happy house-warming.

I've, uh...
I've brought some treats to celebrate.

Glasses! Genius.

And a box of truffles. Even better!

I want to put you in a good mood.

Help make my next news a little easier.

Go on.

I've been allotted
a place on a committee.

Oh! What did you get in the end?

Well, thanks to that nice Mr Smith,

I've been given a seat
on the Police and Crime Panel,

overseeing your activities.

I do hope it won't be a problem.

Cheers.

Someone spotted the mermaid
at Shipton Abbott last night.

Magic, they were.

Tideline Farms, someone’s sabotaged
their seaweed lines.

Their biggest mistake was
shoving out the community.

What's this?

People are angry.

They don't want Tideline Farms
wrecking this coastline.

This is malicious. It feels like
there’s a target on my back.

How is our only suspect still a mermaid?

Agnieszka is coming to visit.

Tell me you didn’t send money to
someone you’ve never met.

If this is about me firing one of my
team due to an impossibly small budget,

then kindly tell him
I've tragically perished.

You didn't turn the...

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