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- Oh!

Werewolf. Classy.

You should have
seen your guys' faces!

Spencer,
you're such a jerk!

We need more wood.

Yeah, exactly.

I'll go by myself then,
shall I?

Gross.

Spencer.

Come on, mate. Seriously,
you're not funny any more.

Oh! It's saying
it's not in service.

Why not try the place
in town?

This lot are mobile.
They could do my nails here

if they'd printed
the right bloomin' number!

Ah!
How was camping?

Tense.

Ah, very funny.

No, I'm serious.

Look, a sheep killed
near where we pitched.

Looked like a wild animal
had ripped it apart.

Ugh!

I've heard there's been
a few attacks,

but nothing this close
to Lighthaven.

Barely got any sleep.

The slightest noise
and everybody freaked out.

Well, what did they think
it was? A werewolf?

Probably.
You know what people
round here are like.

"Beware the moon!"

May I remind you that
you're from round here?

We're not all superstitious
yokels, you know?

Just saying.

Anyway, it would've
been the panther.

I'll get it.

Oh, hi.

Hi. Oh, I'll get Mum.

Wait! Are you Beth?

Ben Fairhead,
Lighthaven Star.

Look, If it's about
one of Mum's cases,

I'm not allowed
to talk to you.

Look, I'm here
about the photo

you tweeted
of the sheep.

You're here
about a dead sheep?

No, I'm investigating
a recent spate

of animal attacks
on the moors.

It's a great shot,
by the way.

- You've got a good eye.
- Thanks.

Look, it won't take long.

Yeah, sure.

You're not the postman!

No. No, I'm Ben Fairhead,
Lighthaven Star.

The French maid costume
hasn't arrived yet.

Mick'll be so disappointed.

I mean, obviously,
I don't really buy

- the whole big cat thing.
- Why not?

Because the only
predators in Devon

are seagulls and squaddies.

Before the 1976
Dangerous Wild Animals Act,

some people,
some crazy, rich people,

they kept big pets.

And then when the law changed,
there was only so many

that could be taken by zoos.

What, so people
just let them go?

Where better than the moors?
Massive spaces,

lots of small,
furry things to eat.

Yeah, but people
would've seen them.

You know,
people have seen 'em,

but they're never believed.
Now, livestock's

been going missing for years,
but it's always passed off

as road accidents
or rustling.

There's at least one big cat
out here, I swear.

And I'm gonna find it.

It's my editor.
I've got to go.

- Where?
- Police station.

Something's kicking off.

Oh, I can walk with you,
if you like.

I'm going that way, anyway.
You can tell me what to do

if I get cornered
by a wild beast.

All right.

Yes, we are aware
of the rumours.

No, there is no such thing
as a big cat

on the loose near Lighthaven.

How can you be sure?
That sheep was found

not 100 yards
from my guesthouse.

I rely on the summer's
tourist trade.

Well, maybe it died
of natural causes

and was eaten
by smaller predators.

I take
ramblers up there every
day. If something happens...

- It won't!
- Am I supposed to let my flock

graze on the moors or not?

All right! Yes, the moors,
they're not always safe.

You might
fall down a crevasse.

You might get set
upon by angry badgers.

But eaten by a lion? No.

It's not a lion.

It's probably
a melanistic leopard,

and it's perfectly capable
of doing this.

And you have proof of
this leopard, do you?

Yes, actually!

That?
That could be anything!

So if none of you have
anything better,

then the South Dart Police
have more important matters

- to attend to.
- This is proof!

We're done!

Haven't you done
enough damage?

Why don't you stick to
reporting village fetes

and leave the real
journalism to other people?

- That weren't Ben's fault!
- Yeah, leave him alone!

Hey, does this mean
you've changed your mind?

No, Ben.
I mean it. It's over.

Do you want to
talk about it?

That's for me, right?
All right, thanks.

Hello, Jane.
It's me. Yeah.

Look, do you fancy
a drink later?

I've got a favour to ask.
Yes, I'm buying.

All right, thanks.

Derrick!

Here he is.

Did you get me anything?

Police are a joke.
No, but don't worry,

we've still got enough
for a front page.

On the beast?

Please tell me you've got me
something else.

No, this time I've got
photographic evidence.

I found this in a
photographic archive

of the moors.

And this...

This is from last night.

I mean, that's no dog.

Look at the depth
of the wounds.

I like you, Ben.

Nobody can review a charity
coffee morning like you can.

But you're not
ready for the front page.

And even if you were,
I'm not printing a picture

of a gutted sheep
and certainly not

an out-of-focus shot of what
could very easily be a bush!

Well, maybe I should
write a different story, then.

An expose? "The Shocking Truth
behind the Lighthaven Star!"

Tread very carefully.

Okay,
okay, I'll print the story
if you bring me proof.

Proper proof.

In the meantime,
we still need someone

for this week's
"Lighthaven Life" feature.

- What's so funny?

I'm not asking
a pathologist to do
a post-mortem on a sheep!

Look, if I could
prove that sheep wasn't killed

by a big cat,
then that bunch of lunatics

- might leave me alone.
- Oh, then speak to a vet

or DEFRA.
Anyone that's not me.

Why don't you try
Paignton Zoo?

Now, they've got big cats.
My nan used to take me.

Well, at least ask!
Come on, what's it worth?

- A slap-up dinner?
- Ugh! You old romantic!

Wine, dinner,
cutting up a dead sheep.

Well, I'm not suggesting
you do it yourself!

Have you any idea
how long it takes

to get pathology reports
on humans?

- Do you remember Gary Salter?
- Who?

- Tom and Elsa's boy.
- Oh, yeah.

He crashed his motorbike
on the link road.

- Yeah.
- Well, his parents disputed

whether he was under the
influence of marijuana

and it's taken weeks to
get the tox report back.

So, I'm sorry. A dead sheep's
your problem, not mine.

Jane Kennedy?
Ben Fairhead,

Lighthaven Star.
Your daughter
has nominated you

to be our local
celebrity of the week.

- Did she now?
- "Celebrity of the week"?

Blimey, you're scraping
the bottom of the barrel
there, aren't you?

Give us a quick photo,
a few questions.

- Favourite song, pet hates.
- For pet hates,

- put "nosey reporters."
- It's not really a good time.

All right.
Tomorrow morning, then?

I'm not in the office, sorry.

I've got
a meeting with the new
undertaker at Foxleigh

first thing and then I've got
to get over to Orlington.

Hold on. I thought that
wasn't until later.

All right. Well,
I could meet you

- somewhere on the way.
- Um...

Fine. I could give you
15 minutes.

10:00, let's say picnic area,
Penketh's Guesthouse.

- Amy Penketh's place?
- Yeah, is that a problem?

Yeah, yeah,
it's fine. 10:00.

Just don't mention
bloomin' big cats.

You'll be there all day!
Come on.

Listen, it's not just sheep
that's gone missing.

Eleanor Lawrence?
She went for a walk

on the moors 15 years ago
and she never came back!

Well, like I said,
it's not really a good time,

but I'll see you tomorrow.

None of you want to
believe me, but it's true!

Isn't he coming in?

He's a bit old
for you, isn't he?

Yeah, and a couple of lions
short of a pride.

I'm not interested.
I just fancied

getting work experience
at the local paper.

Oh, at that rag?
It's all adverts nowadays.

Well, either way,
you could do better.

- What?
- You said you're buying.

I'll have my usual, please.

- Cider for me.
- Rum and Coke.

- Um...
- All right, just Coke.

Red wine,
lager, cider, Coke.

All in the same glass?

Bad day, love?

Just don't mention
big cats.

Ooh. The Beast of
Lighthaven, you mean?

A huge panther,
razor-sharp claws,

fur black as the night.

Many of my
valued customers have
seen it with their own eyes.

Well, that's what happens

when you spend your life
drinking scrumpy.

You get holes in your brain.

There's a cat out there,
all right.

You've seen it, too?

Clever animals. Know better
than to go near people.

Still, only a matter of time
before one of 'em gets braver.

If I were you,
I'd stick to the roads

and keep off the moors,
especially at night.

Cecil! Din-dins!

Cecil!

Good luck with the hunt!
I'll do some sandwiches later!

- Anything else?
- No, thank you.

They're not looking for
the panther, are they?

Well, that carcass
was discovered

down that path there.
The beast must be close by.

Waiting for someone?

- Journalist.
- Not that young'un?

- Ben something?
- You know him?

Oh, he's got
a cheek, arranging
meetings round here!

Someone's in trouble.

Those two
found the body up here.

No attempt to hide it
then, is there?

- No.
- There's plenty of nooks

and crannies around here.

You got any idea yet as to
the cause of death?

Well, take
a look for yourself.

- There's
something else, though.
- Yeah? What's that?

We know him.

Maybe the beast of Lighthaven
isn't a myth, after all.

It's all about the beast.
He was obsessed.

Hey, put that down.
That's evidence.

Right,
so what have we got?

Food, Thermos,
sleeping bag, torch.

Looks like he was planning

on making a night of it,
doesn't it?

- What do you think that is?
- Evidence. Don't touch it.

- Next of kin?
- Oh, no.

Parents both dead,
no siblings.

- We'll keep looking, though.
- So, what's next?

'Cause we both know
this wasn't a panther.

Well, you speak for
yourself, 'cause I think
the beast did it.

- You're not serious?
- Yeah. It means no crime

was committed, doesn't it?
Now the body

is your problem, not mine.

Beth, everything okay?

That they found Ben's body?

Wow. News travels fast.

I can't believe it.
Does Gemma know?

- Gemma?
- Yeah, Gemma Roxwell. His ex.

They literally split up,
like, a few days ago.

- Do you know Gemma Roxwell?
- Yeah.

Runs guided tours for
ramblers on the moors.

Her dad owns a farm up there.

- Mum?
- Yeah, sorry.

I'll make sure she knows.

I'll speak to you later, love.
Okay, bye.

Ben's ex. Good a place
to start as any.

And I'm not recording
cause of death

as "attacked by a big cat"

until I've exhausted
all possibilities.

He was nice, but...

Not "the one"?

How did he take it?

Not great. But he cared
more about finding

that stupid beast
than he did me.

All he ever talked about.

Can't blame him, I guess.

Not after what
happened to his mum.

His mum?

Eleanor Lawrence.

- Eleanor Lawrence?
- That's right.

Fairhead's his
foster parents' name.

Ben believed
the beast killed her.

He's been looking for it
ever since.

Had Ben
been acting strangely?

Was he in any sort of trouble?

No. He mentioned
a couple of arguments

with his editor,
but nothing serious.

He didn't deserve this.

I'll find out
what happened, I promise.

Sorry, but I've got people
waiting, so...

Sorry to keep you waiting.

I take it
you're here about Ben?

- Yes, that's right.
- I feel terrible.

He spent years trying to
convince me
there was a big cat.

Now he's got himself
killed by the thing!

You believe
that's what happened?

Isn't it?
I heard his neck was...

It's important
to keep an open mind.

I understand
the two of you had
a few arguments recently.

Not that I recall.

A few professional
disagreements, maybe,

same as any newsroom.

Hello, there.
Sorry to interrupt.

Thought you were out
confiscating pitchforks

- from the angry mob.
- Yeah.

Sort of why
I'm here, really.

Mr Mansfield, initial
findings from forensics

are inconclusive,
I'm afraid.

As of yet, we cannot confirm
or deny an animal attack.

So...

So it's a friendly
request, really.

If you couldn't
print anything

that might cause undue alarm,

at least till we find out
what's going on.

Emotions are already
running fairly high.

Fear not. I'll choose
my words very carefully.

All I'm saying is,
stay off the moors

- for the next few days.
- Why not stay here

and enjoy a pint of my new
Beast Bite cider, eh?

If you stop folk
going up to the moors,

then I'll be out of business!

Surely the police would want
people to catch the beast!

You go up there,
the cat will go to ground.

All you'll do is
frighten my sheep!

Oh, prefer
they were cat food?

Come on, everyone.
Just calm down, please.

And don't forget
to pick up

one of our limited
edition T-shirts,

as modelled by
the gorgeous Judith!

Available in all colours, eh?

Leave it to
the professionals,
that's what I say.

All right, then,
professional,
what is your plan?

"Now the panther has
a taste for human blood,

"the town won't be safe until
it's caught."

- What an idiot!
- Yeah.

"Panther"
isn't even a species!

I take it you got
hold of someone at the zoo?

Head Keeper.
Specialises in big cats.

Did you know female lions have
a larger frontal cortex

- than the males?
- I could've told you that.

Anyway, it turns out
that panther

is just an umbrella term
for black big cats.

From descriptions
given after sightings...

Alleged sightings.

She agrees it could be
a black leopard.

And Ben's wounds fit.

Leopards, they target
the neck, see?

They're stealthy,
solitary, and smart.

Talking about me again?

You wish.
What's with the bag?

Ah, well,
thanks to our friends

at the Lighthaven Star,

I've got to go traipsing
all over the moors

looking for evidence
of big cat activity.

- CSI report.
- Oh.

- No paw prints.
- Well, if you are

going on the hunt, you should
take Bear Grylls with you.

He's now Lighthaven's
resident big cat expert.

Oh, really? All right,
the more the merrier.

I ain't got a clue
what I'm looking for

and I'm already
a laughingstock
down at the station, so...

Aw, are they
making fun of you

'cause of
the nasty puddy-tat?

Yeah!
Count me in!

I'll kill to get
out of the office.

- We could take Ermintrude!
- Who's Ermintrude?

His camper van.
No, I was joking.

Oh, please! We could call it
an extended lunch break.

Fine! Two hours, max.

Don't come crying to me
if you both get eaten.

No, admit it,
you'd miss us.

- Well, I'd miss Clint.
- Aw, thanks!

I hate doing filing.

As for you,
I'd get over you.

I'll be honest, Ben,

I believe
in the beast of Lighthaven

about as much as I believe
in the Abominable Snowman.

But you were so sure the beast
exists, weren't you?

Maybe you could've
convinced me,

but I guess
it's too late now.

Unless...

Right, we'll start...

Over...

Over...

There.

So, do you think
we'll find it?

No, not a cat's chance
in hell,

but I've got to be
seen to be trying.

We'll do small circles,
radiating out

from where the body was
found. Keep your eyes peeled.

- For what?
- Oh, I don't know.

You're the big cat expert!
Anything out of the ordinary.

- Tracks.
- Yeah, tracks.

- Things like that.
- No, tracks. Here, look.

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, car tracks.

A big, heavy one, too,
by the look of it.

Could it be one of
your forensics lot?

No.

No, they came up the
same path from the south.

Someone else has been up here.

Come on.

Just a minute.

Guilty as charged.

DS Higgins
is out for your blood.

I was merely trying
to warn her readership

about a credible threat.

You were merely
trying to sell papers.

You say that
like it's a bad thing.

Regional print journalism
isn't exactly booming.

Well, luckily for you,
I know the perfect way

to redeem yourself.

I need access
to your archives.

Can I ask what you're
looking for?

Everything Ben wrote
on the beast.

I want to decide for myself
if there's any truth in it.

What's over there?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy, tiger.

No, it's just a farm.

Looks like the farmer's
pretty worried
about the beast.

Yeah, maybe.
Though I don't suppose

leopards are
normally scared off
by security cameras.

Tell me that was thunder.

Do you want to
call it quits for the day?

Works for me.

Hi, there.
What's your name?

Hi, it's Jane Kennedy.
I'm the coroner
for Lighthaven.

Do you have the PM
on Ben Fairhead?

Fine. Can you just
call me when you're done?

Thanks. Bye.

Oh, please, tell me
this is a wind-up.

Do you know anything
about motors?

- Do I look like a mechanic?
- Well, now you mention it...

Be very careful
what you say next.

No phone signal for a change.

So, what now? What, we
just spend the night out here?

Well, it's 20 past 2:00 now.

I'm sure we could walk to
Lighthaven before nightfall!

With any luck,
it won't come to that.

- Problems?
- Yeah.

Any chance you could give us
a lift back to town?

I was only going
as far as the supermarket.

Close enough.

Hiya.

Come on, Davey,
pick up. Pick up.

Hey, what's up?

Listen, I think
I've found someone

- who had a grudge against Ben.
- Oh, yeah?

Yeah. You know the lady
who owns the guesthouse

on the moors road
near where he was found?

Yeah, yeah. I know her.

Yeah, well, Ben wrote
an article about her,

- saying that she had...
- I'll call you back.

What?

Could you pull over?

Ben blew that
salmonella story
totally out of proportion.

One dodgy batch from the
supplier is not my fault.

He ruined
my business' reputation!

So you wanted to
get your own back?

That's not what I'm saying!

And when we test
the blood on that rug...

- It'll come back as ovine.
- Ovine?

There's sheep's blood
in your car because...

None of your business.

Oh, I heard that
the guesthouses
on the north moor

were packed out with tourists

wanting to see
the big cat, so...

So you staged
an animal attack?

I found the sheep
at the side of the road.

Must've been hit by a car.
I dumped it out on the moors

nearby where those kids
was camping.

But that sheep
had been ripped to pieces.

I was brought up on a farm.
Done worse things in my time

then gutting a sheep.

Add a few claw marks
and Bob's your uncle.

I was desperate!
Since that salmonella outbreak

my bookings have plummeted.

And Ben Fairhead?
Did you stage that as well?

Oh, look,
whatever he did to me,

I wouldn't
wish that on him,

especially after what happened
to his poor mum.

I remember seeing
the picture in the paper.

Poor woman.
Horrible mess.

All right, Amy,
you got anything else to add?

- No.
- Interview suspended at 15:15.

- I believe her.
- Yeah.

What did she mean about
pictures in the paper?

- I thought Ben's
mum disappeared.
- Disappeared?

Yeah, Ben said she went...

No. Eleanor Lawrence
was murdered

by Ben's father, Graeme.

Dumped her body on the moors.
Unrecognisable, she was.

And Graeme confessed
and killed himself in prison

- a couple months later.
- Why didn't you say anything?

Oh, I thought you knew!
National press at the time.

- When was this?
- 15 years ago.

Well, Beth
would've been tiny.

I just probably sat
in my flat in Edinburgh

watching Teletubbies.

I can't believe
you didn't mention this.

Well, it's not something
people round here

like to talk about.
Ben's father

was the original
Beast of Lighthaven.

Don't go anywhere without
telling us.

Oh, if you're looking
for a bad guy,

what about
that Samuel Mansfield?

Nasty piece of work.

Oh, really?
What makes you say that?

After the salmonella story,
I asked for compensation.

Instead, he rocks up
in a brand new Jaguar

threatening me with all sorts!

Hardly a good advert
for a community paper.

- What?
- Get in the car.

If times are so hard for
print journalism, how come

you're driving around
in a brand-new sports car?

What can I say?
Mid-life crisis.

So I went through a stack
of old editions earlier.

Like DS Higgins says, they're
full of adverts nowadays.

Yeah, a lot of new clients.
Congratulations.

- Thank you.
- Strange thing is,

most of these companies,
I've never heard of.

Some don't even have
contact details.

Or, if they do,
the numbers don't work.

It's up to
the individual advertisers

to check all the content.

Well, we've done
some digging and most

of these companies
don't actually exist.

Businesses,
they come and they go.

People just skim
over the ads, don't they?

So, if I called a mobile
nail salon, for example,

and no one picked up,
who'd think anything of it?

Sorry, is there
a point to all this?

No, no. You're right.

I'll just go back
and get a warrant,

come back,
go through the paperwork.

- It'll be much quicker.
- Okay.

A while ago, I was approached
by a new media agency.

- They offered me a deal.
- What kind of deal?

They pay me above the going
rate for advertising space

and supply all the content.
I pay them a commission.

- How big is the commission?
- It's generous.

And I assume this agency
pays you in cash?

Is that a crime?

No, but money laundering is.

Let's not get carried away.

So Ben Fairhead found out
what you were up to

and you had to shut him up?

No! He was a bit
of a prat sometimes,

but I quite liked him.
I swear,

I had absolutely nothing
to do with his death.

My daughter
took this photo.

I wouldn't know.
Ben brought it in.

Reckoned it proves
the beast is real.

It's the same number
Ben had on him.

Yeah, it's a holding number.

Identifies the farm
the sheep came from.

- So, are we done here?
- No, not even close.

My friends in the fraud squad
will be very
happy to meet you.

Sam Mansfield, you're under
arrest for money laundering.

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

if you don't mention
when questioned

something that you may
rely on in the courtroom.

Ugh! This hold music's
killing me!

Tough. I need an ID
on that holding number.

You know, that editor's
as crooked as they come,

but I can't see him
cutting up Ben like this.

- Nor me.
- Hello? Yeah!

Yeah, that's brilliant.
Yeah, I'll let her know.

All right. Thanks.
Roxwell Farm.

Great. So if Ben went
looking for the beast

the night he was killed,
I bet that's where he started.

And you said there were CCTV
on the farm buildings.

Well, maybe they caught
something.

- Yeah, maybe.
- Come on.

Don't you want to know
if the beast really exists?

All right.

Dogs.

Dogs?

The pathologist
found a few hairs.

What if John Roxwell's
holding illegal dog fights?

They're always
on isolated farms
like this,

away from prying eyes.
Ben starts nosing around...

- Got himself mauled.
- Yeah.

Well, to be honest, it doesn't
sound much more plausible

than a panther attack,
but I suppose

I can go get a warrant.

- Hey, what are you doing?
- We're lost.

I'm gonna find someone
to ask for directions.

Do you smell
something funny?

I assumed that was
your new aftershave.

No, no, no,
I'm being serious.

- See? Dogs!
- No, correction. Dog. Dog.

Need more than one
for a fight, don't you?

All right. Easy, Fido.

You get the feeling he doesn't
want anyone looking in there?

- Whoa, hey, hey.

You putting on weight?

You want a slap?

Anything?

Yeah.

Dogs?

No. Not dogs.

Well, what then?

Enough cannabis to fuel the
second coming of Woodstock.

Davey?

Davey?

Davey,
did you hear me?

Yeah, I heard you.

Come on, John,
put the gun down.

I'm sure we can talk
about this.

Too late.

All right.
Well, I have to let you know

my colleagues are
on their way, so...

- Shut up!
- Look, we're not here

about cannabis.
We just want to know

- what happened to Ben.
- Ben? How should I know?

I'm now thinking
you didn't want a journalist

nosing around,
so you got Gemma
to break up with him,

only he didn't take the hint,
did he? Did he find out

what you were up to
and you set the dog on him?

All right, hey, take it easy.
I'm sure there's
an explanation.

You just meant
to scare him off,
only something went wrong.

Am I right?

Come on, John,
don't do this.

- You shouldn't have come here.
- Dad, what's happening?

- Go in the house!
- We know about Ben.

- You know?
- It's what you said.

He was trespassing.
I set the dog on him.

And that's that.

No, he was
your daughter's boyfriend.

He wasn't some random burglar!

And if you were
defending your property,

why move the body?
Why not just call the police?

No, you knew you had
to silence him,
so you killed him

and dumped his body
on the moors

to pin it on the beast, keep
people away from this place.

- No, that's not what happened.
- All of you, shut up!

Dad, please don't do this!

She's right, John.
Come on, don't.

Don't make this worse
for yourself.

Worse? Ever since
that maniac killed my Eleanor,

all I've been
doing is scraping by,
trying to make ends meet.

I just wanted to stay
on my own land.

Well, I'm not
going down without a fight.

So, what's it to be?
Ladies first?

- No! No! Me first.
- If you insist.

Dad! No!

Go in the house, Gem!
I don't want you seeing this!

- Dad! Please don't do this.
- It's a single barrel.

If he fires it,
then you leg it.

- Please don't do this!
- No, John, come on.

Listen to your daughter.
She loves you.

Can you imagine what this
will do to her?

John, please! Please!
You can make this all right.

John, please!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I messed it all up.

No, please, Dad, please!

John Roxwell,
I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the murder
of Ben Fairhead.

You do not have to
say anything,

- but it may harm
your defence...
- No. Wait, wait, wait!

Are you gonna let your dad
go down for murder

or are you gonna tell us
what really happened?

- No!
- I...

It was an accident.

Come on, John.

Ben had been drinking
on the moors.

I didn't want to see him,
but I was worried
he'd wake up Dad.

Were you scared of Ben?

- Gemma, I need to talk to you!
- You have to be quiet.

Dad will freak
if he finds you here.

No, I need to know the truth.

He was so nice
most of the time,

but you'd get
these flashes of temper.

Is there someone else?

No! It just wasn't
working out.

Liar!

Dad had had an affair
with Ben's mother.

It went on for years.

Eventually,
Ben's father found out

and that's why he killed her.

So Ben convinced himself
that his mum was
killed by the beast,

because it was easier
than accepting the truth.

Wait.
Is Ben your half-brother?

I don't know.
Dad doesn't know.

But when I told Ben the truth
about the affair,

he just went mad.
He kept saying I was lying.

He kept going on and on
about the beast.

Well, I don't care what you
think. You know what?

I've been alone my entire life

and I'm not gonna let
you leave me!

No!

Gemma?

Ben?

Then your dad
put Ben's body in the trunk

and left him on the moors?

I don't know if he was
trying to protect me

or he just didn't want police
crawling around his farm.

Right.
What do I owe you?

I reckon you deserve
a round on the house

after what you did today.

Thanks, Judith.

On the house.
Could this day get any better?

You enjoy having a gun
being pointed at you?

- Thanks again, by the way.
- Oh, forget about it.

I should be thanking you.
Turns out John Roxwell

was providing storage
for the largest drugs gang

in the southwest,
and our friend
at the Lighthaven Star

has told us where they were
laundering their money, so...

Well, don't expect
your picture in the paper.

With their lead
journalist dead
and the editor banged up,

I imagine the Star's gonna
be offline for a while.

I still can't believe you were
willing to take
a bullet for me.

No, don't be daft!
I knew he wasn't gonna shoot.

Davey,

thank you.

Hey, look,
some of my friends

recorded this on the moors.
It's proof.

I knew it! I told you there
was big cats on that moor!

Let me see that.

Lemonade, please, Mick.

I found it online.

It's yours.

Go on.

I don't know
whether I mentioned
I'm now taking orders

for our new Beast
of Lighthaven mugs,

key rings, and cuddly toys.