All language subtitles for Beyond Paradise - S01E01 - Aflevering 1_Subtitles03

# I am the scorned

# I am the shamed

# I am the darkness born in flames

# I am the mother you despise

# I am the wicked in your eyes

# And I will haunt you. #

Oi!

Move, move, move!

Watch it!

Out the way!

Move!

Right. Got you.

Fella, come on.

You took your time.

This is exactly why I need a Taser.
Huh.

Have you searched him?

83p and a lottery ticket.
DS is on her way back.

He chucked something
in the harbour, though.

Shipton Abbott Police Station.

Where is it?

Hi, Margo.

All right, Esther? You anywhere
near Offa's Dyke?

Why?

We have an incident on the B318.

So send a traffic unit.
Kelby's with a prisoner

and the only CSO I've got free
hasn't got a car.

I could get my bike out.

Where's the vehicle? No vehicle.

So, what happened?

He did.

Morning.

Er, sorry about all this.

Tandem glide. Pulled the buckle
and ejected his instructor.

Humphrey?

Are you all right? All good.

A little bit snug around
the crown jewels,

if I'm completely honest,
but nothing broken.

Are you together? He's my fiance.

His name?

Oh, I'm a police officer. Um...

Detective Sergeant Williams. Oh!

He's a police officer too.

The road's clear.
No need for Traffic to attend.

MARGOT ON PHONE: Thanks.

Oh, the HQ have been on.

They said the new DI
will be here on Monday.

I think I've found him.

Ah, thank you.

See you, fellas.

Come on, let's get you home.

Ah. I thought I might ask
DS Williams

to show me around the station -
meet everyone before I start.

Make a good impression.

OK. I'll see you back at Mum's.
But...

..please try not to create
any more havoc.

On best behaviour.

Promise.

I'm all yours.

So, why Shipton Abbott?

Er, oh, well, Martha,
my fiancee, was born here.

Oh. Yes.

We were starting
to find life in London, well,

a little exhausting, so...

..we talked about
making a new start,

and where that might be, and,
well, hey presto, here we are.

Oh!

Sorry. Long legs.

Wow, that is amazing. What is?

You actually have gloves
in your glove box.

I used mine to hide the phone

whenever the Chief Superintendent
called me.

I use mine for gloves.

This way.

This is Detective Inspector
Humphrey Goodman.

He'll be joining us officially on Monday.

Margo is office support.
She basically runs the place.

This is Kelby.

Sorry, PC Hartford.

You from the Met?

Er, well, just for a while, but, er,

before that, I was on attachment
in the Caribbean.

Cool.

This will be you. Ah.

So, what happened to the old DI?

We murdered him.

Buried him in the car park.

Retired. Good for him.

Er, so, what's in the log?

Er, two domestics, three burglaries,

and a suspected shoplifter
in the interview room.

We've also got a woman in hospital
who's just reported an assault.

Injuries? Quite nasty.

They're worried there might be
long-term spinal damage.

And do we know who carried out
the assault?

A witch, apparently.
Thank you, Margo.

A witch? She was a little confused
when I spoke to her this morning.

I said we'd talk to her again later.

Yes, yes, of course.

Well, now I'm here...

..how can I best help?

I thought you were just doing the tour?

Yes, yes, yes, but my, er,

my paragliding lesson got cut a bit short

so I've got some time to kill.

Think of me as a weapon.

Just point me where you think
I'd be most useful.

Oh, you're back.

Where's Humphrey?

He's gone for a look around
the police station.

So, how did the hang-gliding
lesson go? Hmm?

He got stuck in a tree.

Course he did.

Says here you stole a bottle of perfume.

Prove it.
Which you threw in the harbour.

Prove it.

The fact that you stole the perfume,
or that you threw it in the harbour?

Both.

Well, you're not wearing
women's perfume...

..so I'm assuming it was a present.

For your mum? Girlfriend?

As it's called Hot Love, I'm
really hoping it's your girlfriend.

Birthday, is it?

Tomorrow.

Wouldn't your 83p have bought a card?

I can't just get her a card,
can I? That's well greezy.

Bad.

Well, you could have put
your lottery ticket inside it.

Would that make it less...

..greezy?

That's not a bad idea, to be fair.

Can I give you a bit of advice?

I think women aren't terribly
impressed by material things.

They might say they are,

but I think they're generally not.

You get far more brownie points
for a grand gesture,

something you've put
a bit of thought into.

Let's not ruin your
girlfriend's birthday tomorrow

by having you arrested and charged
for shoplifting, shall we?

If you sign a statement admitting
the theft of the perfume,

we'll let you off with a caution.

She'll be none the wiser,

and you can spend the whole of the year

saving up for her next birthday.

How does that sound?

Right.

What's next?

Let's check out the hospital.

Her name is Gwen Tyler.

We checked the home security cameras.

They show that Gwen and her husband

were alone in the house until 8pm,

when he left to go to a business meeting.

No-one else entered the house
after the husband left

until her assistant arrived

and found her unconscious an hour later.

So, if it was an accident,

why are we investigating
an alleged assault?

Because, despite it being clear
that she was in the house alone,

she's now adamant that she was
pushed over the balcony.

Strange.

Let's see what she has to say, shall we?

Can I say something?
Yes, of course.

The way you conducted the interview
this morning was very...

Intuitive?

..reckless.

Josh Woods knows his rights
better than we do.

You didn't caution him,

offer him legal advice
or tape the interview.

If he hadn't agreed to it,

we couldn't have charged him anyway.

Yes, all true, Sergeant.

But sometimes all that's needed
is a little common sense.

I mean, who hasn't nicked
something from a shop

when you're broke and need
a present for your girlfriend?

I mean not us, obviously -
we're police officers -

but... others... not like us.

I don't think I've ever
stolen anything, sir.

Good. Very good.

See ya.

She's still drowsy from her meds,
and a little tearful.

Mrs Tyler? This is
Detective Inspector Goodman.

We've just come to talk about your fall.

I told you, it wasn't a fall.

I was pushed.

Er, yes.

You were on your gallery landing

using a stepladder to change
a light bulb?

Yes. And you were alone
in the house?

Yes. Then can you explain to us
why you think you were pushed?

My wife thinks she was attacked
by Old Mother Wheaten.

This is Ben Tyler, sir, Gwen's husband.

And Old Mother Wheaten
is our witch, I presume.

Our house is built
on the grounds of an old barn

where an old witch was caught hiding
during the witch trials of 1611.

She was dragged outside and burnt alive.

Lordy.

Perhaps you can tell us
exactly what you remember.

It's really hazy,
the whole day. I...

I just keep getting flashes of things.

I remember Ben leaving.

I noticed a bulb had blown
on the landing.

I was on the stepladder replacing it.

I felt a hard push.

Then I saw her.

You saw her?

She was standing over me.

She was pulling me.

I know what it sounds like,
but I was conscious.

She was real.

I could even feel her breath on my face.

My wife has rather a vivid imagination.

I know what I saw, Ben.

I have a gift.

I've felt her presence before.

She's still there.

I'm sorry, but I really think
that's enough for now. Yes, I agree.

I think we've got everything we need.

I'd like to see the house.

Is it me, or is it really quiet?

It's a police station.

That's a good thing.

Is it?

Oh, yeah.

Hello?

Er, Shipton Abbott Police Station.
Hello?

Er, yeah, this is... Um...

Look, er...
I've just got another call.

Give me one second.
Kelby, come on.

Hello, Shipton Abbott Police Station.

Hello, Shipton Abbott
Police Station. Hold on.

I still don't know what we're doing here.

We're investigating an alleged assault.

By a 17th-century witch?

We have a witness who said she saw her.

A witness who'd just fallen off
a balcony and landed on her head.

Well, it's important
to at least look at her claims,

even if only to see why
she believes what she does.

It's important to look at the facts.

One, she was alone in the house,

and two, the suspect
has been dead for 400 years.

Yes, all valid points, Sergeant.
Duly noted.

Tell me about her.

Old Mother Wheaten.

The legend is she used to steal
newborns from the village,

take them back to the woods to eat.

Gosh.

People claim to have seen her up here.

Well, if it was a witch,

she appears to have left her broom.

I thought you said never again.

These are for the school charity stall,

and I didn't bake them.

I'm just redecorating them
to make it look like I did.

OK. Well, I'm off
to meet a letting agent.

Oh! You've only been here
three days.

I'm looking at cafe premises first.

We need to see how much
of our savings that eats up

before we even start
to think about a house.

So I have to put up with you
for a little longer.

Don't pretend you don't love it.

Do you know, sometimes
you're just like your father.

Hard-working? Fearless?

Obstinate.

I'll be a couple of hours.

Don't be late.
I've invited Mum to supper.

I won't. Mm-hm.

Ah.

So this is her, is it?

Old Mother Wheaten?

My wife thought that
acknowledging her presence

would allow her spirit to settle.

Er, may I?

Yeah, if you must.

And, er, everything is as
it was the night your wife fell?

Yes, I...

I haven't been back here.

Hmm.

Do we know exactly where Mrs Tyler
was found by the paramedics?

Er, yeah.

They took these pictures.

And the assistant raised the alarm?

Yeah. Sarah Dodds. She was
dropping off some paperwork.

And, er, what does your wife do?

She owns 15 shops,
selling tat to the tourists.

Alternative lifestyle, candles,
natural beauty products...

Like I said, it's tat.

And what do you do, Mr Tyler?

I am an architect.

Did you have an appointment last night?

Yeah, it was a cheese and wine evening

for the local business community.

Peter and Carol Meadows were hosting.

But your wife didn't go.

No.

Can I ask why?

Well, she and Peter
were business partners

until a few weeks ago,

and then it all ended
rather acrimoniously.

My wife can be very pig-headed
when she needs to be.

If there's nothing else, I'd like to
go back to the hospital.

I don't think Gwen should be on her own.

Yeah. Yes, of course, yes.
I think we're done here.

Great. Oh, military history.

A hobby.

What was it Napoleon Bonaparte said?

That history is simply a set of lies
that everyone agrees on.

Happy?

No.

Sorry.

But I don't think she was found
where she fell.

What?

There were marks on the handrail
where the steps fell...

..but they were a good ten feet away
from where the ladder was.

You're saying someone moved them?

Yes, I am.

And as Gwen Tyler
was found directly below them,

that she means she was moved
too, after she fell.

And if someone, or something,

pushed her off that balcony
at that height,

it's not assault.

It's attempted murder.

Gwen came in to print off
some bank statements,

only her PIN on her laptop
wasn't working,

so she had to use mine.

Then she said wanted some stuff
from the accountant's,

so I said I'd get them and
drop it round her house later.

And what time did you get to the house?

Well, I was planning about ten.

Then, er, she said she was going to work

after she got back from
her cheese and wine thing,

but then she texted me to say
she wasn't going after all,

so could I drop them straight away.

And do you have the text?
Er, yeah.

Er, there.

8.41. "Not going out now,
bring papers ASAP."

Thanks. When you arrived at the
house, there was no answer, no?

No.

I looked through the glass.

That's when I saw her.

I couldn't tell if she was breathing,

so I phoned an ambulance.

Well, can you think of anyone

who might have cause to harm Mrs Tyler?

Her and Ben were always bickering,

and she could be short with people.

Did you know about her
falling-out with Peter Meadows?

Yeah. Er, he came in
shouting the odds last week.

She just laughed at him...

..told him to grow a pair.

Whatever happened...

..happened between Gwen
sending that message at 8.41

and Sarah Dodds arriving
at the house around nine.

You mean that's when she fell.

Perhaps.

No disrespect, sir, but if we know
she was in the house alone,

how can it possibly be anything else?

And what about her being found
ten feet from where she fell?

Maybe she crawled.
And the stepladder?

I don't know, but there must be
a simple explanation.

The point is, if we accept
both that she was alone

and that she was pushed,

then we're also accepting
that it was done by a ghost.

I want to see the camera
footage from that night.

Where were you when we needed you?

Why? What happened?

The minute you left, the world went mad.

Thank you. We'll be in touch.
That makes 12.

Car thefts.

12?

We only had five
in the whole of last year.

Maybe it's a gang.
Check with other divisions.

See if they've had anything similar.
Yes, Sarge.

Sorry for being a nuisance.

You're the boss.

I've got it! There.

The husband leaves at 8.02,

leaving Gwen in the house on her own.

I've checked every frame,

and no-one else entered the house

until her assistant arrived
around an hour later.

She got in through an open patio door

and called an ambulance.

She was alone in that house.

Yeah, so it would seem.

Then we agree it was an accident

and that she was mistaken
about what she saw.

Almost certainly.

Though cameras can be tampered
with, footage re-edited.

Maybe we should just talk
to Peter Meadows

and ask him about the
business party he organised.

This is great.

We have it once a month.
Mostly local produce,

but there's a few charity stalls -
tea, coffee, cakes and stuff.

The Meadows always do
the cricket club stall.

Peter. Hello, Esther.

Um, you two know each other?

Our daughters are the same age.

This is Detective Inspector Goodman.

Ah, so you're the new chap.

Yes... Yes, I am. Outstanding.

Mr Tyler tells us
he was with you last night.

Is that correct?
Ben? Oh, yes, absolutely.

At what time?

Oh, golly.

Um... not great at times.

8.30.

This is Carol, my... my wife.

DI Goodman.
And you're sure about the time?

Yeah, I'm positive.

Boom.

When the doorbell rang, I thought it was

Yvonne and Patrick because
they always arrive on the dot,

but it was Ben. Yvonne and Patrick?

Wiley.

I see. And at what time
did Mr Tyler leave you?

Oh, soon as the poor fellow
got the call from the hospital.

It was around...

9.15.

Uhh.

And you were, er, partners
in Gwen's business

until very recently, is that right?

Yes. And it ended

somewhat acrimoniously, I understand?

Gwen can be very difficult.

We disagreed on how the
business should move forward.

Both said some things we shouldn't have,

and ultimately agreed to part company.

And Gwen got her own way.

Oh, these things happen in business.

Thanks for your help.

All right. Bye.

I saw the name,
but I thought it couldn't be.

Hello, Sam!

So you're my letting agent?
Afraid so.

The police were just here.
They know something.

What are we going to do, Ben? I...

I told you not to call me.

So you have a daughter?

Yes.

Is she at school
or is Dad looking after her?

Her dad's not on the scene any more.

I'm sorry. I'm not.

Were you together long?

About four hours.

Ah, there's Yvonne and Patrick Wiley.

Carol Meadows said they were there
with Ben Tyler last night. Yes.

Do you want to talk to them
before we go back in?

Can't do any harm.
Do you know them?

She's a chartered accountant

and he's got a home security
business on the trading estate.

She's also vying to become our next MP,

at which point I will be moving abroad.

Mrs Wiley? Lovely to see you.

DS Williams.

And you're our new Inspector, I take it?

Yes, yes, I am. Humphrey.
Humphrey Goodman.

Yes, I'm on the police committee.

How can we help you?

I understand you were at Peter
and Carol Meadows' house last night?

Why do you ask?

We're investigating Mrs Tyler's fall.

And that's prudent use
of police resources, is it?

Investigating someone
falling off a ladder?

Her injuries are quite serious.

Yes, I'm well aware of Gwen's condition.

I'm her accountant.

In fact, I was at the hospital
this morning.

Yes. Can you confirm what time
you arrived at the Meadows' house?

Um...
Yeah, it was just after 8.30. Yep.

I see. And Mr Tyler was already
there?

Yes, he was.

If you're her accountant,

you'd have been aware that
Sarah Dodds was calling on Gwen

with some paperwork? Yes, of course.
She collected them from the office.

Mr Wiley, you do home security systems.

Are you aware of the system
in the Tylers' house?

Yes. I... I fitted it... um...

It was just over a year ago.

Yeah.

Can I ask? The cameras, could they
be tampered with in any way?

How do you mean?

Well, timecodes changed,
footage edited or deleted.

No, they couldn't.

Whatever is on the DVR
is what the cameras recorded,

and the only way to change that
would be to wipe the hard drive.

Then you'd have nothing.
No pictures at all.

We have the same system ourselves.

Thank you.

Nice to meet you.

Yes. Thank you both for your time.

Sure. See ya.

I saw her once.

Old Mother Wheaten.

Really? I think it was her.

One Halloween, up at Clappers Mill.

So?

What happened?

Well... I looked at her.

She looked at me.

She got in her car

and she drove off.

Chief Superintendent Woods called,

wanting to know where
our quarterly report is.

Great.

I said to try you on your mobile.

Thanks. You're welcome.

How's the new boy working out?

He's a bit...

Annoying?

Mmm.

I can always tell
when someone's annoying you.

You chew your pen.

Ugh.

Ugh. Oh, yikes.

Time I wasn't here.

Oh, I'll drop you off.

Do you mind? No.

As long as I can grab a coffee
on the way.

Shipton witch...

Ah, the Mother Wheaten Experience.

Looks like our witch
is something of a celebrity.

Ah, it's for the tourists.

They have a visitors' centre
up in the woods.

I shall put it on my to-do list.

Mmm. Safer than hang-gliding.

Oh. Why aren't you dressed?

Do you believe in ghosts?

Mum's dishing up. I'm ready.

You're naked.

I'm wearing pants.

My mistake. Come on, then.

Maybe a tie.

So, how was your day?

Well, I think I might have
found somewhere for the cafe.

That's amazing. Yeah, it would be,
if we could afford it.

Oh, yes.
We'd need to get an overdraft.

That doesn't matter.

This is the dream. Remember?

Shall we tell your mum tonight?

We agreed we'd wait for the scan.

This is the furthest we've ever got.

All the more reason.

Yes, all right. Yes, be sensible.

Says the man wearing no trousers

who spent most of his morning
stuck up a tree.

Ah!

Nan, you remember Humphrey.

Hello.

Hello.

I had to get another chair
in from the garage.

Help yourself to vegetables.

Darling?

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Humphrey, tell Mum and Nan
about your ghost.

Er, yes.

Old Mother Wheaten.

Oh, Gwen Tyler's place.

I heard about her fall.
How is she?

Ah, not good. Spinal damage,
they think.

Oh, heavens. Poor girl.

Yes. Um, the thing is,

we're pretty sure that
she was alone in the house

when she fell, but she swears
she saw a ghost.

Well, there's always been
rumours of the site

of the old barn being haunted.

Apparently, during
the Shipton witch trials,

witch-finder Matthew Lloyd

dragged an old crone
out of there and burnt her.

Ooh, any relation?

Matthew Lloyd.
Because you're Lloyds.

Not the other bit.
Not the crone part.

I would never call you a crone.

You're not old enough,
for a start, or ugly enough.

I mean, you're not ugly at all, or old.

Humphrey, stop. Sorry.

Thank you.

You do like it here, though, don't you?

It's what we talked about, isn't it?

Making a fresh start after...

..after all the madness.

Mmm.

You running your own cafe, and me...

..finding lost tractors
and missing sheep.

Starting a family.

I do think we should be honest
with your mum about the IVF,

the whole wretched journey
we've just been through.

We will, but it's just too soon.

OK.

Think I'm... just excited
about being a dad.

Though it could quite easily be terror.

You'll be a brilliant dad.

Goodnight!

Night, Mum.

Night.

The legend is that
she used to steal newborns

from the village...

..take them back to the woods
to eat.

I just keep getting flashes of things.

My wife thinks she was
attacked by Old Mother Wheaten.

Old Mother Wheaten.

Our house is built on
the grounds of an old barn

where an old witch was caught hiding
during the witch trials of 1611.

I saw her. She was dragged outside
and burnt alive.

She was standing over me.

I saw her once.

People claim to have seen her round here.

I know what I saw, Ben.
She's real.

I've felt her presence before.
She's still there.

Sir?

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

What?

Sir, are you OK?

How...?

Sir?

That's Mrs Sommerville.

I think you gave her quite a fright.

Yes, I gave her a fright.

She works at the visitors' centre,

part of the Old Mother Wheaten
attraction.

What were you doing up here?

I thought, if there was an intruder,

they would have come through the woods.

I hate to admit it,

but you could be onto something, sir.

I went through the phone records
for the day Gwen Tyler fell.

I'm not sure what it means,
but that morning

she made a call that lasted
around 15 minutes,

and then the same number
called her back six times,

one after the other,

none of those six calls lasting
longer than ten seconds.

I stopped by the hospital
to ask her about it.

And?

She had no recollection
of the call at all.

Between her memory loss
and the meds she's on,

she's not a lot of use to us.

Do we at least know whose number it was?

Yes, we do. Carol Meadows.

We were talking about Peter,

and I was telling her
I didn't want an atmosphere

at the cheese and wine evening.

And the six calls you made back
to her immediately afterwards?

Did I?

We could show you the call log,
if that would help.

Oh, yeah. No, I remember now.

Um, she mentioned me
doing some floral displays

for her shop windows,

so I tried calling back
a few times to ask

how many shops,
but I couldn't get through.

One of us must have had no signal.

Is it important?

He didn't.

Really? Ha-ha. Right, OK.
See you, love. Bye.

The digging we did on Ben Tyler
didn't throw up anything

except a parking ticket he got
last month in Bristol.

Thanks, Margo.
Shall I carry on, then?

Nosing into other people's business?

You mean... background checks?

Most fun I've had since I've been here.

Run some financial checks, too.

According to Sarah Dodds, Gwen Tyler
was looking at her bank statements.

Maybe there's a reason for that.

Bank statements.

Rightio.

Any news on our car thefts?

I checked with
the other divisions. Nothing.

There must be something
that links them all.

Like what?

They're all red...

I will get the solicitors
to draft up a lease,

and then once you've signed and paid
your three months up front,

you can pick up the keys.
Thank you, Sam.

Are you glad to be back?

Oh, you know what? Yes, I am.

I'll call you when I've got the lease.

OK.

That's odd.

Carol Meadows was in Bristol
at the exact same time

Ben Tyler got his parking ticket.

Look.

Two credit card transactions
on the two days he was there.

I checked, and both were less
than 100 yards from his hotel.

Sex or money?
Excuse me?

Most crime tends to be
about either sex or money.

If you can identify at least
one of those as a motive,

you're halfway there.

It was a mistake.

Gwen and I were going through a bit
of a rough patch, but...

..it was over
as quickly as it started.

Look, I know how all this must sound,

but the day after we got back,
I finished it.

It should never have happened.

It was just sex.

Did you know Gwen spoke
to Carol on the day she fell?

Gwen found some text messages
on my phone.

I hadn't deleted them.

That's why she refused to go with me
to Peter and Carol's.

So, Carol Meadows
lied to us about the calls,

because she's still hiding
the affair from her husband.

And if Gwen kept hanging up on her

when she tried to call her back,

maybe she went to the house that
night to beg for her silence.

If she did, how the hell did
she get in without being seen?

Not very often, really.

No.

Well, he's a bit of an acquired taste,

if I'm completely honest.

He called me an old crone the other day.

He said he was joking...

We're still looking
into it. Other cars...

Sex or money!

That's what you said, isn't it?

There's an entry
in Gwen's business accounts

that shows £180,000 set aside
for her corporation tax.

And?

I can't find it.

Maybe she couldn't either,

which is why she printed off
her bank statements at the shop

and asked Sarah to bring other
financial papers to the house.

You think it was stolen?

Who would have access
to company bank accounts?

Her assistant, Sarah Dodds.
Her accountant.

An unfaithful husband, lining
his pockets before he left her?

Her ex-partner, Peter Meadows?
Maybe that's why they fell out.

But they all have alibis
for the time she fell.

They were all at the same
cheese and wine event. Yes.

Unless...

You're right.

They have alibis for the time she fell,

but what if the time is not the time?

We only got that time from one source -

the text message supposedly sent
by Gwen to Sarah Dodds.

But we have no way of corroborating that.

So what if...

..Gwen Tyler wasn't the one
who sent that message?

Someone else used her phone?

Why not?

I'll do a mass data check
for the night she fell.

Telecom can run a triangulation

and tell us exactly where the phone was

when that message was sent.
Very good.

Hi, there. I'm calling from
Shipton Abbott Police Station.

Um, I need a mass data check.

Hi, there, it's PC Hartford.
How you doing?

Margo, can you dig
into the finances of anyone

who worked at Gwen Tyler's company?

I mean, anyone who had access
to her accounts.

Stick a broom up my backside,

I'll sweep up at the same time,
if you like.

Thank you.

Stick a broom up my...

Broom!

You're not going to believe this.

That that message was sent from
the other side of town

from the Meadows house?

Yes.

I think I've got it.

Look at this.

There's nothing there.

Look again.

The broom.

So it fell.

Except...

Watch.

Someone put it back up.

But who?

Oh...

Esther.

Stand there for me. Yes.

Kelby.

And Margo.

Yes.

I'm not doing anything funny.

OK. Now, put your hands
to the side of your head

like this.

Find your inner Kylie.

Now, when I say,

all count to five in your head.

On five, move anticlockwise
to your left one quarter-turn.

Count five seconds,
turn again, then five,

turn right, five more, right again,

till you're back
where you started. Got it?

Go.

Hello.

Oh...

Gwen Tyler was supposed
to join husband Ben

at a cheese and wine evening

at the home of Peter and Carol Meadows,

but after discovering
his affair with Carol Meadows,

Gwen refused to go,
so he left the house alone.

Once he'd gone, the security camera
footage showed

that no-one else came to the house.

But what if,

like the message
that wasn't really a message,

what if the cameras
recorded what they saw...

..they just didn't see
everything?

I don't know why
it didn't register before.

They are pan-and-tilt cameras.

We had them at the station in London.

They move intermittently
to cover different zones.

So I think,
having come through the woods,

Gwen Tyler's attacker
waited at the bottom of the drive.

I also think they believed that
both Ben and Gwen were in the car.

Thinking the house was now empty,

they chose their moment.

They knew that every time
the cameras moved,

they left a blind spot,
just for a few seconds.

Move.

So, if you time it exactly right,

it's possible to pass them unnoticed.

Which is how our attacker got in
without being seen.

Sorry to interrupt,
only I did some more nosing,

like you asked, and I found this.

A month ago, Patrick Wiley's business

filed for bankruptcy, but last week...

..the application was withdrawn.

His creditors were just shy of £200,000.

Proof of payments to support
withdrawing the application

were submitted by...
Yvonne Wiley.

So she stole the money
from Gwen's tax account.

It's the only thing that makes sense.

My guess is that she was simply
using Peter to pay Paul,

that she intended to pay the money back,

but in order to cover up
her deceit in the meantime,

she disabled Gwen Tyler's
banking PIN number.

Not expecting that she'd go
to one of the shop computers

and print off bank statements
using Sarah Dodds's PIN.

And this is a woman who is
a pillar of the community,

aspiring to be an MP -

someone whose position
and reputation is everything.

She could never live with the
shame of a bankrupt husband

any more than she could
live with being branded a thief.

She had to get those statements back.

Gwen Tyler told Sarah Dodds
she'd be working

when she got back from
the cheese and wine evening,

so Yvonne thought she had
a small window of opportunity

to find those statements.

But when she realised
that Gwen was still here,

her plan was ruined.

And so she had to find another one.

I felt a hard push.

Then I saw her.

Opportunistic it may have been...

..but it was certainly
murderous in intent.

Then she remembered what she came for -

Gwen's bank statements.

Now she needed an alibi.

She knew that Sarah Dodds
was arriving later

with more paperwork, and that
she could provide that alibi,

but there was a problem.

She needed Sarah to be able
to see Gwen's body

from the window when she came.

She had to move her.

I could even feel her breath on my face.

That's why she had
the sensation of being pulled.

Once she'd moved the body,

she was smart enough to realise

that she needed to move
the stepladder to match.

Clever. Very clever,

but ultimately her undoing,

because now the ladder was in
a different place to the marks

on the handrail where it actually fell.

Then, to cement her alibi,

she needed Gwen's phone.

Everything done,

she leaves the house
the same way she came in.

Remember, she told us
that she and her husband

had the same camera system,

so she knew the anomalies
of zonal cameras.

Crucially, though,

she made the mistake
of replacing the broom...

..which she'd knocked over
on the way in.

Hello.

Oh, hello there! Come on in.

Nice to see you. Nice to see you.

As soon as she arrived,

she sent a text using Gwen's
phone to Sarah Dodds,

giving her a cast-iron alibi.

And she told us
she'd been to the hospital,

so could easily put the phone
back in Gwen's bag.

That's rather brilliant.

Clever.

Wait.

So it wasn't an accident?

I'll explain it to him later.

This is all your fault, you stupid man!

You and your bloody bankruptcy!

I'm not sure if she'll be relieved
or disappointed

when we tell her she wasn't
attacked by Old Mother Wheaten.

Lucy, come and look, come and look!

Come and look out the window.
Outside.

Quick, come on. Quickly.

Oh!

Josh! Look at him!

Josh...

Ah. Grand gesture.

I have a terrible feeling
I may be partly responsible.

Ta. I still think
we should have told her

about her husband having an affair.

I think it's only a matter of time
before she remembers herself.

Well, considering you don't actually
start until Monday,

you've certainly made an impression.

Is that good or bad?

If we ignore disregarding facts,

being bloody-minded and irrational,

getting stuck in a tree,

locking up a member
of the police committee,

almost giving Mrs Sommerville
a heart attack

and inciting the theft of 12 cars...

..mostly good, I think.

Mostly good?

I can build on that.

Oi!

Martha!

Oi, come back here!

I'm so sorry.

Martha?

Sorry, I missed your call.

Martha?

Don't.

What happened here?

How does an entire family simply vanish?

Two children out there somewhere.

Call HQ. Let's get people looking.

A hit-and-run on Railey Estate.

It's been over a week.
Maybe we could talk?

Can we just not do this?

Not now.

Hello, stranger.

You bought a boat? A houseboat.

It's our new home.

He's cute. Who's he?

Martha's business partner.

Were you two at school together?
Heavens, no!

Then how do you know each other?