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[moody orchestral music]

[car door closes]

[woman chuckles]

[kissing]

[camera clicks]

[man chuckles]

-[tense orchestral music] -[bees buzz]

What's going...

What are you doing?

Stop that!

What in the heaven's name?

Come here!

Who are you?

Show yourself!

[ominous music]

Who the hell are you?

[gas hisses]

[coughs]

[thud]

[moody orchestral music]

[bees buzz]

You need to do some stretching,

if you want to stay flexible.

I'm perfectly flexible, thank you.

Hah, go on then, show me.

Touch your toes.

[John groans]

I can do it, Daddy.

Look, so can Paddy.

You need to go back to yoga.

Oh, it didn't work last time.

All that de-stressing and meditation just sent me to sleep.

Yeah, but you never went to any proper classes.

Look, this one focuses on core strength

and muscle realignment.

Most men can't touch their toes, it's a hamstring thing.

Morning.

What about you, Jamie, can you touch your toes?

Hm, I rest my case, use it or lose it.

Okay, okay, sign me up.

It'll be fun, I promise.

Come on, Betty, time for teeth.

[Betty] Coming, Mommy!

Bye, darling.

Well, thanks for showing me up.

Sorry, sir.

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

Anyway, I thought we were meeting in Causton?

Oh, there's been another attempted bee heist,

over in Granville Norton.

What's that gotta do with us?

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

There's a potentially dangerous swarm on the loose.

Apprehending bees isn't part of my job description.

It is now.

[playful orchestral music]

[bee buzzes]

-Who's the victim? -Ambrose Deddington.

Master beekeeper and historic honey producer.

Mr. Deddington?

DCI Barnaby, DS Winter.

Shouldn't you be resting?

How can I rest when my hives are in uproar?

Do you hear that sound?

That is a distress call.

Bees are very sensitive to disruption.

Especially something this violent in nature.

Ah, perfect timing.

Our queen bee will answer your questions.

My sister, Tamara.

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

There's a matter of urgency.

[John] What happened, exactly?

Well, I was just about to go to bed when I heard shouting.

I ran out and found him lying on the ground.

It was awful, I thought he was dead.

Why would be bee rustlers target Apley Court?

Well, it's a population in decline.

Specialist bees and their honey

have become a valuable commodity.

Was anything else stolen?

Yes, several boxes of our top of the range honey.

Apley Gold.

What would that be worth?

I was brought up to believe it's rather vulgar

to talk about money.

Suffice it to say that Apley Gold is the UK's best selling

and most exported premium honey.

What makes Apley Gold so unique?

Its ability to produce cells

responsible for tissue repair.

Other brands make similar claims, but Apley Gold

is 100 times more potent than any of our competitors.

More of a marmalade man, myself.

[playful orchestral music]

[bees buzz]

Calm yourselves, calm.

There's nothing to fear here.

Do we have to do this now?

Just a few questions, it won't take long.

What were you doing out here

so late at night, Mr. Deddington?

[Ambrose] I was inspecting the hives,

as I always do, before I got to bed.

And you'd been at home all evening?

I very rarely leave the estate, as my sister will verify.

Yes.

I saw torchlight, across the lawn.

And I heard the swarm rising and...

Oh, that was the last thing I remember.

Any idea who might have done this?

My nephew, Jude Deddington.

Oh, Ambrose.

He's punishing me!

For what?

Jude feels the need to modernize.

Ambrose doesn't like change.

Jude is a parasitic drone.

He's a dreamer.

He wants everything on a plate and he resents me because I,

I refuse to give it to him.

So, he was acting out of frustration?

What we have achieved here has to be guarded,

and it has to be nurtured.

And if Jude had his way,

he'd destroy the unique purity of these colonies!

I am not going to let that happen.

Where might we find your nephew?

Lavender Lane Farm, it's on the other side of the estate.

He lives with our elder sister, Melissa.

For whom I apologize in advance.

All I want is the safe return of my bees.

They're a rare and historic strain,

and potentially a danger to the public.

I want them home.

-Come on, come on, Ambrose. -No, no, Tamara--

-Don't get yourself in a tiz. -Leave me alone.

Bit weird, isn't it?

Brother and sister living together like a married couple?

Families like the Deddingtons are a law unto themselves.

Cleopatra married two of her brothers.

Probably murdered one of them.

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

It's true, isn't it?

It wasn't, last night.

I came to your bedroom.

You weren't there.

Ambrose.

I told you before, Mrs. Babbage, knock before entering.

I just wanted to say how sorry I was.

Are you all right, Mr. Deddington?

I'm perfectly fine, Mrs. Babbage.

Just wish everybody would stop fussing.

Could you do upstairs first, please, Lynda?

Of course.

[door creaks]

Where were you last night, hm?

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

I need to prepare my speech for the solstice.

You owe me.

My darling brother.

I gave up everything for you.

[ominous tones]

[Jamie] This is it, sir.

[John] No millionaires here, then.

[Jamie] Doesn't look like anyone's in, sir.

[suspenseful music]

[steel rattles]

Hello?

Is there anyone there?

Go away, get out of here!

Get out of here!

-Invaders in the hive! -Mom, Mom!

Go away, invaders in the hive!

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

-I'm here, I'm here, it's okay. -Oh, no.

We're police officers.

We just need to ask a few questions.

Okay, I'll deal with this.

Cyrus, take them to the meadery.

This way.

She's frightened enough as it is.

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

Come on, I'll get you inside.

Sorry about the mess.

We need investment to get to the next level.

I can see that.

What is mead, exactly?

Honey fermented with water and yeast.

Also known as the drink of the gods.

Very popular with the ancients.

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

You can add herbs and flowers and roots

to give a more distinctive flavor.

We're experimenting with different brews.

"Apley Nectar," is that what you're calling it?

Not if my uncle has anything to do with it.

He refuses to allow me to use the Apley name.

You know, he was attacked last night,

and he thought you might be able to help us.

[chuckles] Of course he did.

Where were you between 11 and midnight?

Here, in the meadery, with Cyrus.

You usually work so late?

Sometimes, depends on where we're at with the brew.

[bees buzz]

Sorry.

That's Swam Protect.

The Apley swarm's been sited at Granville Copse.

I need to get down there before they rise again.

[playful orchestral music]

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

[bees buzz]

[John] So, Mr. Deddington.

You seem disappointed in your uncle.

Well, how would you feel if you were evicted

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

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

Have you always been at odds with your uncle?

No, he was fine before I started questioning his methods.

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

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

But you see a bigger picture?

We're facing a catastrophic decline in bee population,

the Apley hives included.

Crossbreeding could help reverse that trend.

Ensure that pollination survives, that humanity survives.

And how did you end up here?

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

She left home at 16, got into drugs.

Family didn't even know I existed

until I was seven years old.

It seems a little harsh,

your grandparents housing you out here.

Well, they didn't.

We were promised the dower house in perpetuity

if my mom stayed clean, which she did.

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

That must have made you very angry.

Ambrose is a man who'll do absolutely anything,

to get what he wants.

Thank you, Mr. Deddington.

[Jude sighs]

[moody orchestral music]

Jude, you were supposed to be at the airport.

-Where are you? -[bees buzz]

Can you call me back, please?

[church bell tolls]

[bees buzz]

Any luck?

They're too high, even for my ladders.

You see them?

They're only clustered like this to protect the queen

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

I'll have to wait until they move on.

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

Bees don't tend to swarm in the dark.

Are they dangerous?

Not usually.

Honey bees are at their docile when they swarm.

But just like people, some colonies are more aggressive

than others and these bees, well, they sound angry.

Probably missing their master.

He's certainly missing them.

Is there any resentment from other honey producers

that the Apley Court brand is so successful?

No, the opposite, they all look up to him,

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

Any idea who might be responsible?

No.

And just to confirm,

you were with Jude Deddington when it happened?

Yep, I was with him all night.

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

The final nail in the coffin.

I'm so sorry.

I know how much you wanted that.

It seems I'm always second best.

No one seems to care about God anymore.

And if St. Valentine's was a shrine to some

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

And I've lost count of the times

the church has been broken into.

I'm here for you, Nigel.

You do know that.

Any time, day or night.

Thank you.

-You're so very kind. -[suspenseful music]

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

[camera clicks]

[Jamie] Everything in this village seems to revolve

around bees and honey.

-How did that happen? -History.

And more recently, business.

Been doing some research into Ambrose Deddington.

Look at this.

When he was diagnosed with cancer,

Ambrose treated it with apitherapy.

Which is what, exactly?

It's a branch of alternative medicine that uses

honey products and bee venom.

Deddington put his faith in it and the tumor's vanished.

No wonder he's so attached to his bees.

Mm, he's become a bit of a legend in the alternative

medicine world and it's made him very rich.

[John] He has no children, who inherits?

Apley Court passes down the male line and as he doesn't

have any sons of his own, it goes to his only nephew.

Jude Deddington.

[moody orchestral music]

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

It's a really nice piece.

You're a miracle worker, Cal.

And your beeswax promotion's gone brilliantly.

We've almost sold out.

[Cal] Oh, hey, Noah.

She's got you working hard, I see.

Hey.

-What's new? -[Tamara chuckles]

What are these? They look great.

Well, you said we should personalize our wall art,

so I got in touch with the camera club

and asked for their solstice archive.

In the meantime, I got you this for your collection.

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

Thank you, I'll put in pride of place.

Oh, I forgot to give you this.

It was on the mat when I opened up.

[suspenseful music]

[Tamara sighs]

Jude.

I need your help.

What are you doing?

[Lynda] Dr. Lowe.

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

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

Lynda, I have trusted you.

Dr. Lowe.

No.

You're dismissed.

-Please. -Go.

Before I call the police.

But you wouldn't do that, would you?

You've got too much to lose.

People like you always jump to conclusions

about people like us.

But I know who you really are.

I'll see you tomorrow, Dr. Lowe.

Bright and early.

[Lowe] Noah, god, you gave me such a fright.

Sorry.

Surgery's over, I'm afraid.

I just wondered if you could take a quick look at my knee.

[bell rings]

Hello!

[Sarah] Hi.

[bees buzz]

Breaker breaker, this is worker bee.

Swarm Protect, do you copy?

[Swarm Protect] Ten four, worker bee, what's up?

Static swarm at Granville Copse.

Sunset at 21:02, so unlikely to rise till daybreak, over.

[Swarm Protect] Ten four, worker bee, ten ten.

Have a quiet night.

-Ten ten. -[bees buzz]

[suspenseful music]

[man whistles jauntily]

[bees buzz]

[suspenseful music]

[glass smashes]

[moody orchestral music]

Morning, sir.

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

Fine by me, do we know who it is yet?

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

Dr. Lowe's missing.

Thank you.

Looks like another targeted drugs theft.

Another?

There was a similar break-in here a couple of weeks ago.

Why this place?

There's no pharmacy in Granville Norton, so all the

controlled and prescription drugs are kept on the premises.

The fridge and the cabinets were locked,

but they've been forced.

Who's that?

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

She was first on the scene.

I got here at seven, as usual.

Called to see if she wanted tea.

No answer.

Was that unusual?

Very.

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

She's like a daughter to me.

You told our officers that the doors

were locked when you arrived.

Who else has keys?

No one.

Not what I'm aware of.

If the doors were locked, then either the intruder

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

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

Did anyone see or hear anything unusual.

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

He's Lynda's son.

Oh, is that him?

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

[playful orchestral music]

Time of death was somewhere between two and four AM.

So, bee stings can kill, then?

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

But it depends where you're stung.

A single sting to the throat can compromise

the airway via localized swelling.

Is that what happened here?

Too early to tell.

Cyrus managed to recapture the swarm?

Certainly not.

Something set them off, they made a bee line for the trees.

Then they disappeared.

Now, buzz off and let me get back to work.

Check Swarm Protect.

Sir.

It places them four miles from here.

Sir.

[John] What time's sunrise, Winter?

4:42.

If the victim died between two and four,

the bees must have swarmed in the dark.

Which Cyrus said they wouldn't normally do.

And to end.

Bhramari.

Be breathing.

To induce a sense of calm and wellbeing.

Place your index finger in the cartilage of your ear.

Press.

Inhale through your nose.

Exhale through your mouth,

making the sound of the honey bee.

[group hums]

Come to gloat of your handiwork?

[Jude] There's going to be an official investigation

into the meadery on the grounds of poor bee husbandry.

We're going to have to suspend production!

Oh, dear.

I wonder how that happened.

An anonymous source tipped them off.

I know it was you.

And I know it was you who destroyed my hives.

Well, I made up my mind.

You're never going to inherit Apley Court.

Now, get out.

Get out!

[moody orchestral music]

Noah?

Look, I was thinking.

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

Do you do private sessions?

Well, it depends on the client.

Well, have a think about it.

I will.

Good.

Gotta dash.

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

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

Please, I could do with the company.

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

-I'll call you. -Okay.

[sighs]

Are you okay?

What's happened?

Not here.

Dr. Lowe is dead.

What?

How?

Stung to death, apparently.

It isn't public knowledge, Lynda told me.

But I only saw her yesterday, she was so kind to me.

Mm, she was good at being kind, to men.

What do you mean?

Serena and Ambrose had been seeing each other.

Behind my back.

She could've ruined everything.

It's divine justice that woman was killed

-by one of his colonies. -Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Don't waste your energy on negativity.

None of that matters now.

I'm here for you, and I will never let you down.

[moody orchestral music]

[John] Ah, this is the house

Jude and his mother used to live in.

[Jamie] No wonder they didn't wanna move.

You managed to catch the swarm, then?

[Cyrus] Finally.

And you were at Granville Copse all last night?

-Yes, that's right. -Did you see anyone?

Yes, Ambrose Deddington.

I thought he was coming to check on the swarm,

but then he disappeared into the surgery.

Did you see him come out?

No, I nodded off around one.

The next thing I knew, it was light and the swarm was gone.

Do you remember anything else?

Cal Ingalls' car drove past at around 11.

Headlights full beam.

I had specifically put out a warning on Swarm Protect

and the village forum to avoid the area.

Why?

[Cyrus] Bees can swarm in response to strong

artificial light, I didn't want to risk it.

Like a powerful flashlight?

Yes, that would do it.

[Jamie] What do you know about Cal Ingalls?

Not a lot, he keeps himself to himself.

He left the gate open for me.

That's him now.

We'll be in touch, Mr. Babbage.

Mr. Ingalls?

Is there a problem?

A woman died last night.

What?

Who?

We're not at liberty to reveal

any specific details, as yet.

We're just trying to piece together what happened.

A witness places your car heading towards

Granville Norton around 11 PM.

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

You didn't receive the swarm alert from the village forum

telling you to avoid Marston Road?

You have to be invited.

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

Have you experienced any direct hostility

since you moved here?

Well, let's just say I haven't been made to feel

very welcome by some members of the community.

Thank you, Mr. Ingalls.

[ominous orchestral music]

["Flight of the Bumblebee" by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov]

Get out of my house.

Yeah yeah yeah, look, if they start asking questions,

I won't lie for you, not now and not anymore.

I've gotta go.

Why weren't you at the airport?

Hannah, you're back.

I thought it was tomorrow.

How could you get it wrong?

You said you were counting the days.

Because I'm idiot.

I tried calling.

Where were you last night?

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

[Hannah] I even tried your mom,

but she wasn't making any sense.

Well, have you seen here?

No, no, I went round, the door was open,

-but she wasn't there. -Oh, not again.

Well, where are you going?

She keeps going walkabout.

Look, I've gotta find her,

before she gets herself into trouble, listen,

I'll make it up to you, I promise.

[Hannah sighs]

Hannah!

Cyrus!

How are you?

Come here!

Hey.

Your dad never said you were back.

Oh.

He doesn't know yet.

How is he?

He's not great, to be honest.

Looks like he's given up.

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

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

Yeah.

[Cyrus] I'll give you a lift, if you like.

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

It is so good to see you, though.

-See you later, yeah? -Yep.

[moody orchestral music]

[Cal] You promised me this wouldn't happen again.

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

She thinks you're the intruder.

She threatened me with this.

Your mother broke into my house.

I was in the shower, completely vulnerable.

I could be dead now.

Look, she'd never actually use it.

You don't know that.

Look.

It won't happen again, you have my word.

And thank you for not calling the police.

[John] Two robberies, two violent attacks.

One of them, fatal.

Anything from Fleur on cause of death?

[Jamie] No, not yet.

Any leads on the drugs from the surgery

or the outrageously expensive honey?

Nothing so far.

I've got uniform trawling through the CCTV and looking

at the roads leading in and out of Granville Norton

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

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

Hm.

Any luck with the patient list?

[Jamie] There's a confidentiality issue,

but I'm working on it.

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

in the hours before she died is Ambrose Deddington.

-[moody orchestral music] -[thuds]

I'll never let you down like that again.

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

[John] Mr. Deddington?

It's called telling the bees, Inspector.

When someone dies, the bees have to be informed,

otherwise they'll bring misfortune.

And the black drapes?

The hives are in mourning.

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

They have human souls.

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

Dr. Lowe was a great friend

and support through my illness.

I wanted to show my gratitude and respect.

Where were you last night, Mr. Deddington?

I was here, with my sister.

All evening?

You're sure about that?

A witness saw you enter Dr. Lowe's surgery around 10 PM,

and didn't see you leave.

Yes, I'm sorry.

We were planning a future together.

Marriage, children.

Why keep it secret?

My sister, Tamara, gave up a great deal for me.

When I was diagnosed with cancer,

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

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

But you didn't.

Why didn't she leave, then?

We pledged to be loyal to each other and to the house,

and to the family legacy.

And you believed that Apley Court would have

a better future with your own son and heir?

Yes, of course.

Come with me, Inspector, I have something to show you.

You're standing in the original Deddington stone beehive.

Meet my ancestors.

Inspector.

All of them, happily embalmed, in honey.

Blessed by the first Ambrose Deddington.

Those are the remaining barrels.

Embalmed in honey, how?

Honey has remarkable preservative qualities,

due to its high acidity and potent antibacterial properties.

The corpse does not degrade,

but becomes infused with the honey that surrounds it.

I expected to be in this by now.

But I put my trust in the bees and they saved my life.

And here I am.

Tamara?

-Hi! -Hey.

Hannah! [chuckles]

-How were your travels? -Oh, amazing.

But I'm completely broke and I thought

maybe I could get my old job back?

Until I find something more permanent, obviously.

That would be amazing, wouldn't it, Tamara?

We're crazy busy right now.

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

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

You teach yoga?

Wow, I got massively into it in India.

When's your next class?

Noah's very popular, he's booked out for months.

Yeah, I need to find more premises,

but it is not easy around here.

How about the church, I mean, I talked to Dad

about opening it up to the community before I left.

-Oh, yeah, never happened. -[sighs] Well, it will now.

Something's gotta change or there won't be a church at all.

I'll tell you what, how about this evening, 6:30?

-If you're sure? -Yeah.

I'll start calling the waiting list.

Great, [chuckles] I'll see you later.

[Noah] Yeah.

Bye.

Bye bye.

-[moody orchestral music] -[door creaks]

Dad?

Dad, I'm home!

This won't stop them, but I've got to try.

Aren't you gonna say hello?

Sorry, I'm a little preoccupied. [chuckles]

I have missed you so much, Dad.

Really?

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

A year away,

and you choose Jude Deddington over your own father!

Well, I'm here now.

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

Ah, she wasn't the angel everyone thought.

Oh, but she's your friend.

She was a fraud, just like everyone else in this village.

Do you know how it happened?

[Nigel] If I did, I would have told the police.

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

Excuse me.

[Hannah sighs]

[Fleur] While the blow to the head was severe enough for

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

So, the blow didn't kill her?

No.

And this was clean of prints.

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

The attacker used it to deliberately attract the swarm?

And I found this on the green.

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

A slow-release blend of synthetic pheromones.

Principally nasanov, naturally released by worker bees,

but this is used by bee keepers to orient swarming

honey bees towards their new colony.

The killer covered Dr. Lowe's face and throat

in liquid from several vials,

but carelessly dropped this one.

How hard is it to get hold of?

Easily purchased online.

As you can see.

The soft tissues of her esophagus are grossly swollen.

She died of asphyxiation.

So, this was no accidental killing by a startled thief

or random contact with an angry swarm.

It was premeditated murder.

-[ominous orchestral music] -[man blows]

[moody orchestral music]

-[toy squeaks] -[Paddy barks]

[Betty buzzes]

Thanks.

Who would want Serena Lowe dead?

Jude Eddington, she's a threat to his inheritance.

Ambrose and Serena were planning a family.

We need to find out whether he knew.

I've been doing some more reading up

about the hierarchy of the hive.

When a new queen bee is introduced,

the old one is discarded and killed.

What if Tamara knew that her position was threatened?

Kill or be killed, metaphorically speaking.

Well, both stood to gain from Dr. Lowe

being out of the picture.

Go to the meadery first thing, see if Jude Deddington

has an alibi for last night.

I'll go and talk to our queen bee.

Nah-ah, that's quite enough shop talk.

I've packed your exercise gear.

[John] What for?

There's a new yoga class at Granville Norton,

and we've got a babysitter all organized.

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

Yay!

[chuckles] Do you think that's a good idea, sir?

Jamie, he's not beyond a bit of stretching.

I meant for the investigation.

Well, I think it's ideal.

You can check out the locals under the radar.

Welcome, everyone.

Find a space.

Wherever you feel comfortable.

-It's a great turnout. -Yeah.

Hey.

Hello, hi.

Hey, Sarah.

I'm so glad you could make it.

This is my husband, John.

Hey, John.

Hey.

He fancies you.

Don't be ridiculous.

Why wouldn't he?

You're the most beautiful woman in the room.

In all my years at St. Valentine's,

I have never locked the church.

It's a sad day, Vicar.

Sometimes it seems as if the whole world

has turned away from the light.

Even my own daughter.

[muffled chanting music]

What's...

And stretch.

More.

Relax into it.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Good.

Exquisite, Sarah.

Hey, John.

Your body is holding onto way too much stress, Cal.

You need to let go.

Press your body into mine.

Give into it.

Good.

My house shall called a house of prayer,

but ye have made it a den of thieves,

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

[Hannah] Dad, Dad, stop this, you're not well.

I'm perfectly well, you're the ones who are sick.

Especially you.

It's okay, calm down.

You bring questionable Eastern practices

into the house of God, under the eyes of his son, Jesus,

and you expect me to be calm?

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

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

-Get out. -[tense orchestral music]

Heathens, all of you!

Get out, now!

Well, that's a first.

I've never been called a heathen before.

-I saw him yesterday. -Who?

The vicar, outside the doctor's surgery.

Doing what?

He had a bouquet of flowers, he looked like he was

about to deliver them and then just threw them in the bin.

Hey, John, you're a policeman, right?

Yeah.

I think there's something you should know.

These are all the suspects that were in the vicinity

on the night of the murder.

Cyrus was nearest and would know about the swarm lure.

As would Ambrose Deddington, but they both lack motive,

unlike Tamara, who had the most to lose.

Alibi?

None.

Tamara claims she was working at the hive all evening.

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

I walked it in two minutes, 54 seconds.

Unlit, no cameras, not overlooked.

So it's possible that she walked there and back, unseen,

at some point during the evening.

And then we have our drone bee, Jude Deddington,

and his loyal worker bee, Cyrus.

Jude insists that both him and his mother

never left the property,

but this is a list of number plates

captured by AMPR on the night of the murder.

Guess whose this is?

Jude Deddington's.

So, Jude and his mother were lying.

Cyrus does admit that he fell asleep,

but that wasn't until one AM.

AMPR has Jude driving on the Marston road at 10:24.

Cyrus was on high-alert, he'd advised people

not to use that route, so he couldn't have missed him.

Anything else?

Yeah.

Finally managed to get clearance on that patient list.

Dr. Lowe had a baby clinic from two till four,

followed by an elderly gentleman with advanced Parkinson's.

Then Reverend Brookthorpe for repeat anti-anxiety meds,

a couple of children and that's about it.

There was someone else at the surgery that afternoon.

Lynda Babbage.

Maybe not as much of a treasure

as she'd like us all to believe.

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

Which makes him a person of interest.

And he overheard an argument between Serena and Lynda.

Said it sounded as if Lynda was threatening her.

Oh, there's something else.

Sarah saw Reverend Brookthorpe taking flowers to the surgery

on the afternoon before Dr. Lowe was found dead.

-What's weird about that? -He never delivered them.

He slammed them into a bin,

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

I'm going to ask him what that was, while you find out

why Cyrus gave Jude Deddington a false alibi

for the night of the murder.

There used to be a legion of women

begging to do the church flowers.

Not anymore.

Found I'm rather good at it.

I know.

A witness saw the bouquet you made for Serena Lowe,

but you never gave it to her.

Why?

Serena was always very kind to me.

Decent.

A beacon of light.

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

and I just wanted to know her better,

and I let myself imagine she felt the same.

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

A man of her own age.

Doing what?

Nothing.

But she seemed so happy and relaxed in his company.

[sighs] I was overcome with jealousy.

But then, I caught my reflection in the window

and realized how ridiculous I must seem.

Twice her age and nothing to offer.

So I dumped the flowers and left. [chuckles]

There's no fool like an old fool.

-[peaceful orchestral music] -[bees buzz]

[knocks]

-[bulb buzzes] -[suspenseful music]

[Jamie sighs]

-[muffled chattering] -[suspenseful music]

Okay, so I took the photographs, but,

but I haven't hurt anyone, it's just a hobby.

Why should I believe you?

You've lied before.

Jude Deddington was in Granville Norton

the night Dr. Lowe was killed.

He drove right past you, why didn't you tell us?

Tamara knew that Ambrose was seeing someone.

She asked Jude to follow him and find out who.

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

Do you always do everything Jude tells you?

Like giving him a fake alibi

for the night Ambrose Deddington was attack.

Where was he, Cyrus?

Ancient wildflower meadows were due

to be cut down for housing.

Jude said someone had to defend it for the sake of the bees.

What did he do?

He went there at night, sabotaged the machinery.

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

and I couldn't tell you the truth,

because I knew he'd be in trouble.

Were you with him in the meadows?

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

Can we go now, please?

I just wanna get this over with.

[moody orchestral music]

He clearly regrets what he's done, seems rather sad.

Not if he's making money out of it.

Let's do a background finance check

for any unusual payments.

Blackmail?

Why take them otherwise?

Where are you taking my boy?

He's done nothing wrong.

Mrs. Babbage, we need to ask you a few questions.

Of course you do.

[John] You said you loved Dr. Lowe like a daughter,

yet, the day before she died,

a witness heard you threatening her.

It was about money.

I was due a raise.

And she said no?

She said I wasn't worth it.

That must have been very hurtful.

People like her, people who have everything.

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

I just lost it for a minute.

Lost it, how?

Told her what I thought of her.

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

But they were the last words I spoke to her.

And the photographs, did you know Cyrus was taking them?

No.

I had no idea.

Do you believe her?

It all sounds plausible enough,

but something just doesn't feel right.

Sir?

The photographs focus on

compromising shots of the Deddingtons,

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

Let's ask Tamara Deddington if she knows why.

[peaceful orchestral music]

It was renovated as a party barn, but then Justin died,

and, well, I didn't really feel much like partying.

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

What do you think?

It's perfect.

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

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

What about your brother?

[sighs] Ambrose is like a child with money.

I handle all the finances,

so I would've noticed if there were any unusual payments.

These photographs, are they for sale?

Yes, all the proceeds go to the Granville Norton

Camera Club, there's a price list somewhere.

Ah.

Sir.

Lynda Babbage.

Okay, thanks.

Turns out Lynda Babbage is a stalwart

of the Granville Norton Camera Club.

Known for her prize-winning prints.

And Cyrus?

Not even a member.

The police came to the hive.

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

Well, I'm sorry about that.

We had an agreement.

I didn't mean it to happen.

But it did.

And I'm glad of it, it made me realize how wrong I was

to put my life on hold for you.

What do you mean?

Oh, I've been seeing Noah Moon.

We love each other, I'm gonna ask him to move in.

But he's young enough to be your son!

He doesn't care, why should you?

Because he's clearly using you!

It's obvious, sister dear!

[Noah whistles]

This place is so beautiful.

It's a big change from London.

And it hasn't been easy.

Communities like Granville Norton can be small-minded.

And as you know, Reverend Brookthorpe

isn't very forward-thinking.

[Noah] You've had issues with him, too?

I was planning a garden party to celebrate pride.

Everyone welcome.

He made his objections perfectly clear.

Then fliers were returned, defaced.

Anonymous notes pushed under my door.

[Noah] Did you call the police?

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

Is this Justin?

We thought we had a lifetime ahead of us.

[somber string music]

But he had a silent heart condition.

He died, in my arms, just...

Days before we were due to leave London.

So, you came here on your own?

It suited me, at first.

Just wanted to be alone.

That soon turned into loneliness.

Till I met Tamara.

Started coming to your classes.

And I'm so glad that you did.

You never need to feel alone again.

[suspenseful music]

Mind if we take a look?

You stole all this from Apley Court?

It's not stealing.

It's taking back what's rightfully ours.

What do you mean?

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

The master put her in the family way,

and then refused to do right by her.

So, the baby boy, my great-grandfather, was a bastard.

Our family, shamed.

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

But justice is just for the rich and powerful.

So, I took the law into my own hands.

And you think you should be living at Apley Court?

Don't look so surprised.

Think I'm not good enough?

I'm sure he didn't mean that.

What's in these files?

Dates, times, photographs.

Exposing the Deddingtons as the filthy liars

and hypocrites they really are.

What were you trying to prove?

I found this in an old chest.

It's an ancient deed of accession.

It's got a clause forbidding incest.

Penalty, immediate loss of inheritance. [chuckles]

If I could've proved lineage.

And this, um, incest...

Did you actually find any proof?

Not exactly, but it was just a matter of time.

Did Cyrus know what you were doing?

He found out.

Begged me to stop.

But I couldn't.

I was doing it for him, to rid our family

of the 200 years of shame we didn't deserve.

Cyrus lied to protect me and I let him.

I'll never forgive myself for that.

I'm not drawing attention to anything, I'm just

sick of hiding in the shadows.

You have far more to lose than I do.

If I have to protect myself, I will.

[sighs]

[tense orchestral music]

[muffled background chatter]

Where's Cal?

He should be here.

No idea.

Look, I may have an estate key on here.

Yep, here we are.

Sorry about the delay, everyone.

-[gasps] -[dark orchestral music]

[man blows]

[playful orchestral music]

[Paddy whines]

Paddy's better at this than I am.

Apparently, it takes 10,000 hours

to achieve mastery of anything.

Just another 9,998 to go, then.

It's not just about fitness, John.

The spiritual side of yoga is just as important.

I don't really have a spiritual side.

Everyone does.

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

Mines is Feather Truth Miracle.

Aww. [chuckles]

Go on then, what's mine?

Rainbow Miracle.

DCI Miracle.

-Oh, I love that. -[both chuckle]

[Jamie] Sir.

This is supposed to be my morning off, Winter.

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

[moody orchestral music]

The human roman candle.

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

Beeswax is a new twist, though.

How did he die, exactly?

His airways are blocked with wax, so it could be

asphyxiation, but that could've happened post-mortem.

So, the beeswax might just be symbolic in some way?

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

Now, be off with you.

[John] We need to know who benefits

from Cal Ingalls' death.

[Jamie] Sir.

We know one person who'd do anything

to get her hands on the dower house.

Melissa Deddington, but do you think she'd be capable?

Let's go and ask her.

[somber orchestral music]

Come on.

I know you didn't mean to kill her.

You were tricked.

You didn't understand.

I forgive you.

I'll do anything to protect you, I...

"Man produces evil as a bee produces honey.

"But be assured, the evil man will not go unpunished."

[birds squawk]

Hannah.

Where are you, why aren't you returning my calls?

What are you doing, Mom?

Well, we can go home now.

It doesn't work like that.

But I thought if he was dead...

Not yet.

Soon.

Soon, I promise you.

[suspenseful music]

We were here.

We were here all the time, okay?

[sighs]

Neither of us have left the house since yesterday lunchtime,

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

Miss Deddington?

You've been here for the last 24 hours, is that right?

You can't let a hornet into a hive.

It has to be dealt with.

If you could just try and answer my question?

A hornet doesn't die when it stings.

It goes on to kill again.

Have you been to the dower house recently,

Miss Deddington?

That's all we need to know.

Bees know how to trap a hornet.

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

The last time you were in the dower house,

did you see anyone?

[suspenseful music]

"Where the bee sucks, there suck I.

"In a cowslip's bell, I lie.

"There, I couch, when the owls do cry.

"On a bat's back, do I fly.

"After summer merrily, merrily, merrily."

It's Shakespeare, she's not gonna be able to answer any

of your questions coherently, so I think it's best you go.

[phone vibrates]

It's Fleur, we're needed back at the lab.

The wax used is definitely beeswax, not paraffin.

And once I'd managed to remove it,

I found some curious things.

He's a strong man,

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

No physical sign of a fight.

In post-strangulation, one would expect to see

conjunctival hemorrhages, generalized flushing of the skin,

but there's no evidence of that at all.

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

As you can see.

The hexagonal impression left by the impact

is almost identical to those of our earlier victims.

Like the cell of a honeycomb.

Any idea what it's from?

No.

But that's not all.

Look at this.

[Jamie] What is it?

It's a puncture mark from a hypodermic needle.

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

And?

Cal was already dead when he was strung up.

From an overdose of melittin,

which is why there was no sign of struggle.

Melittin, what's that?

Pure bee venom.

Highly lethal when injected intravenously.

Who do we know with access to pure bee venom?

Ambrose Deddington.

Despite everything,

this year's solstice honey is a triumph.

Would you care to try some, Inspector?

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

Yes!

We do extract venom from our bees.

It was partly responsible for eradication of my cancer.

I still take it, prophylactically.

It's perfectly safe at low-dosage levels.

Do you sell it commercially?

Since my recovery, there's been a high demand

from patients with the same diagnosis.

Where is it kept?

In locked refrigerated storage.

And none of my stocks have been disturbed.

Was it kept anywhere else?

At the surgery, but not officially.

I have a phobia of needles,

and Serena used to do my injections for me.

No one knew the venom was missing from the surgery,

as it wasn't officially listed.

But now we know the murderer was already

planning their next attack.

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

We only have his word for it that none

of the Apley Court stock had been used.

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

Let's see if his sister agrees.

Yes, sir.

I'm closing for the rest of the day.

Out of respect for Cal.

Oh, yeah, of course, I'll cash up now.

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

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

Oh, can it wait another day?

I'm really worried about Dad and Jude keeps calling.

It won't take long, and don't forget,

I am paying for your time.

[Hannah sighs]

[phone vibrates]

Mm, you just relax.

I'll do the rest.

[Hannah sighs]

What is it?

A hot honey mask.

To sooth and enrich.

Not that you need it.

You have such beautiful skin.

[suspenseful music]

You and Noah are such a perfect couple.

Young, so young and full of hope.

Your whole lives ahead of you.

Tamara, we're not a couple.

I saw the way he looked at you.

The way he used to look at me.

No, you've got it completely wrong.

Oh, no.

He was mine, until you came back.

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

I don't think this is a good idea.

I do.

What're you...

No.

[Tamara titters]

-[phone vibrates] -[suspenseful music]

Tamara!

Tamara, stop, please!

Please!

The queen bee always destroys the virgin would-be queens,

when they pose a threat.

We're just friends, nothing else, I swear, please!

Well, even if that is true, it must be clear

Noah wants more than that, but he won't,

when I've finished with you.

No, no no no, no!

-Help, help! [screams] -[tense orchestral music]

Round the back.

Tamara, I know he let you down,

but none of this is my fault.

You're lying.

You're all liars.

Ah-ah-ah!

Jude, help, help me.

Oh, don't cry, you silly girl.

I wasn't actually going to do it.

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

She's betraying you.

Just as she betrayed me.

No, it's not true.

With Noah.

[Hannah] No, it's not true.

Jude, it's not, it's not true.

[door opens]

I owe you an apology, Nigel.

Be watchful.

Your adversary, the devil,

prowls around like a roaring lion.

Seeking someone to devour.

You were right.

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

I know you.

Who you are.

I am your friend.

Even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.

Resist the devil and he will flee from you!

-[tense orchestral music] -[church bell tolls]

Out!

[Noah] Put that down and we can talk.

I know you are of your father, the devil.

And you want to do the desires of your father!

But!

[Noah groans]

I will vanquish you!

Dad!

Dad!

No.

[Nigel gasps]

I let my demons overtake me.

[Hannah] It's okay, I'm here now.

You have a pure soul, Nigel.

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

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

What about the others?

Dr. Lowe and Cal Ingalls?

I had nothing to do with that.

I swear to God.

So, if the reverend isn't our murderer...

Who is?

I'm not sure if this is relevant, but,

financial checks flagged this up.

The deeds to the dower house were originally transferred

from Ambrose Deddington to Cal Ingalls' partner, Justin

Drylaw, but there's no record of any money changing hands.

You're sure?

Yeah, it was accounted for as a gift.

There's no mystery, Inspector.

Justin Drylaw was my brother's oncologist.

So, when Ambrose got the all clear,

he gifted him the dower house.

The house promised to your sister.

It was his to give.

Justin deserved it, she didn't.

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

It's solstice day, the ceremony will start very soon.

[John] This is a nice surprise.

Hey.

I came to restock our honey supplies.

Betty's been playing Winnie the Pooh with Paddy.

He's eaten two full jars, so far.

Hm.

Go on, off you go.

I had no idea.

Hey, Sarah.

-Hey, John. -Hey.

It's so good to see you both.

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

I'll let you know.

Great.

That's good, isn't it?

Who's that?

Melissa Deddington.

Miss Deddington, are you okay?

The hornet, [sighs] I can't escape him.

There's no one there, Miss Deddington, you're quite safe.

No, no, no, no, no one's safe.

I'll get someone to take you home.

You'll be perfectly safe there.

Hornets hunt in dark.

But they get thirsty.

The hornet's always thirsty.

Does he have a name, the hornet?

"And teach me how to name the bigger light

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

The less.

The less.

It's a quote from The Tempest.

The less is the moon.

We have to go now, we have to go now,

'cause he needs it, he'll be back, he'll be back.

We have to go now.

She was looking at the water bottle.

Noah's bottle.

"The hornet's always thirsty."

[moody orchestral music]

Noah Moon.

Could Moon be a spiritual name?

I think so, why?

Where's Noah?

He's gone, we're closing early for solstice.

I need to see the payroll.

Okay.

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

[phone rings]

Winter?

Noah Moon's birth name is Lyster.

His mother was Marnie Lyster.

She wrote a blog about fighting cancer with apitherapy.

Just like her hero, Ambrose Deddington.

But she didn't make it.

[John] Get an address.

We need to find him.

[moody orchestral music]

[Jamie sighs]

[muffled background chatter]

I found Ambrose's medical records.

He never had cancer at all.

His initial diagnosis turned out to be false,

but that was some years down the line.

And by then, his apitherapy

cancer miracle was making him rich.

It was all covered up, with the collusion of his

oncologist, Justin Drylaw, and Serena Lowe, his GP.

They all had an interest in protecting

the Apley Court brand.

Encouraging devotees like Marnie Lyster to believe

that she too could be cured.

She died last year, on solstice day.

Noah's out for revenge.

Ambrose?

Where are you?

Ambro...

Everybody's waiting for you.

[moody orchestral music]

"Read this or the master dies."

Where's Ambrose?

No one's seen him, and he's late for his speech.

He's never late.

[wood clacks]

"The master sends his apologies for keeping you waiting,

"but he's no longer fit to hold

"this ancient and honorable position.

"He's a charlatan, a fraud.

-"A murderer. -[group murmurs]

"Responsible for the death of many innocent people,

"and he must make amends for the shame

"he has brought to his ancestors."

"Ancestors."

The mausoleum.

-[Ambrose groans] -[suspenseful music]

You are going to die, drowning in your own honey,

like my mother, drowning in her own fluid.

You are going to suffer, as she suffered.

Hey!

Help me!

Help me!

[screams]

[groans] Help me, help me!

[screams]

[muffled screams]

Sir!

Sir.

[John] Blood.

-[muffled screams] -[thuds]

Winter!

Ambrose?

[rock rumbles]

-[bees buzz] -[tense orchestral music]

[gas hisses]

-[Noah coughs] -[bees buzz]

They swarmed to protect me.

And now their job is done.

A murderer doesn't deserve protection.

You are the murderer!

No, you killed my mother!

When you found out you didn't have cancer,

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

My mother refused treatment that would've saved her life,

because of your lies!

So, you had to die, too.

But first you attacked the hives, why?

Vengeance.

-[grunts] -[bees buzz]

The bees failed to save my mother.

Ambrose just got in the way.

[bottle clangs]

You were always going to be the last.

But not before you dealt with

everyone who colluded in the lie.

Starting with Dr. Lowe.

I had my suspicions, but I needed evidence.

So, I planned a break-in at the surgery.

Made it look like a drugs raid,

but I was looking for evidence and I found it,

in a file that confirmed she knew the truth.

[John] And a few weeks later, you returned.

[bottle clangs]

Then all I had to do was rouse the swarm.

[bees buzz]

Your precious bees,

killing the only other thing you ever loved.

And Cal Ingalls?

I liked him.

A lot.

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

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

What made you change your mind?

I did a bit more digging.

Found evidence that Cal was just as culpable as Justin.

So, he had to die, too.

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

He died almost instantly.

That seemed too easy, after what he'd done.

I needed to see him burn!

All actions have consequences.

You brought this on yourselves!

[somber orchestral music]

[bees buzz]

-[thuds] -[bees buzz]

Your master...

Must fly this place.

Do not attempt to follow.

My loyal little friends.

You have a new master now.

Ceasing to hum's a sign of mourning.

The bees are grieving for their master.

[somber orchestral music]

It's the natural law of karma, Winter.

We create our own destiny by our thoughts, words and deeds.

For good or ill.

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

[chuckles] On a strictly amateur basis only.

Serious yogis would take a dim view

of my craving for a pint of real ale.

Talking of which.

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

Oh, what a good idea, Winter.

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

[John laughs]

Namaste.

Bless you.

[bee buzzes]

[moody orchestral music]