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-♪ I am the scorned ♪

♪ I am the shamed ♪

♪ I am the darkness born in flames ♪

♪ I am the mother you despise ♪

♪ I am the weakness in your eyes ♪

♪ And I will hold you ♪

-[ Screams ]

[ Heartbeat thumps ]

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[ Light, bright music plays ]

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[ Rock music plays ]

-Oy! -Move, move, move!

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-Watch it.

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-Move!

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-Right.

Got you.

Fella, come on.

-You took your time.

-This is exactly why I need a taser.

-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. -How are you, sis?

You anywhere near Arthur'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.

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-Where's the vehicle? -No vehicle.

-So what happened?

-He did.

-Morning.

Sorry about all this.

-Tandem glide.

Pulled the buckle, and injected 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 fiancé.

-His name?

Oh, I'm a police officer.

Um, Detective Sergeant Williams.

-Oh! He's a police officer, too.

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

-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.

-Okay. I'll see you back at Mum's.

But please try not to create any more havoc.

-On best behaviour. Promise.

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I'm all yours.

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-So, why Shipton Abbott?

-Uh, oh, well, Martha, my fiancé, was born here.

-Oh. -Yes.

Anyway, 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.

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.

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This way.

[ Clears throat ]

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.

-Are you from the Met?

-Uh, well, just for a while.

But, um, before that, I was on attachment in the Caribbean.

-Cool.

-This will be you.

-So, uh, what happened to the old DI?

-We murdered him.

Buried him in the car park.

-Retired. -Good for him.

Uh, so, what's in the log?

-Uh, 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, um, 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.

Pow!

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-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?

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-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 8:00 p.m., 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, um...

others.

Not like us.

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

-Good. Very good.

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-See ya.

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-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.

-Uh, 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...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?

[ Heartbeat thumps ]

-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.

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-Is it me, or is it really quiet?

-It's a police station.

That's a good thing.

-Is it?

Oh, yeah.

[ Phone ringing ]

-Hello. Shipton Abbott Police Station.

-Hello. -Um...

-Yeah, this is Shipton Abbott Police Station.

-I've got another call. Give me one second.

-Hello, Shipton Abbott Police Station.

-Hello, uh, 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.

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-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.

-Okay.

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

-Oh, you've only been here three days.

-I'm looking at café 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.

-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.

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-Ah.

So this is her, is it?

Old Mother Wheaten.

-My wife thought that acknowledging her presence

would allow her spirit to settle.

-Uh, may I?

-Yeah. If you must.

[ Footsteps ]

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

-Yes. I...

I haven't been back here.

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-Do we know exactly where Mrs. Tyler was found

by the paramedics?

-Yeah.

They took these pictures.

-And the assistant raised the alarm?

-Yeah. Sarah Dodds.

She was dropping off some paperwork.

-And, um, what does your wife do?

-She owns 15 shops selling tat to the tourists.

-Alternative lifestyle, candles, natural beauty products --

-Like I said, 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.

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-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 10 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.

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-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 10:00.

Then, uh, she said she was gonna 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 straightaway.

-And do you have the text? -Uh, yeah.

Uh, 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.

Uh, 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 9:00.

-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 10 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.

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-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 got it! -There.

The husband leaves at 8:02,

leaving Gwen in the house on her own.

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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.

-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.

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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?

-Uh, golly. Um...

not great at times.

-8:30.

-This is Carol, my, uh -- 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, um...

-9:15. -Yeah.

-And you were, um, 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, uh, ultimately agreed to part company.

-And Gwen got her own way.

-These things happen in business.

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-Thanks for your help.

-Bye.

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

-Hello, Sam!

So you're my letting agent.

-Afraid so.

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-The police were just here.

They know something.

What are we gonna do, Ben? -I...

I told you not to call me.

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-So, you have a daughter? -Yes.

-Is she at school, or is Dad looking after her?

-Her dad's not on the scene anymore.

-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.

-Yeah. -I see.

And Mr. Tyler was already there?

-Yes. He was.

-If you're her accountant, uh, 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 Tyler's house?

-Yes. I, uh, 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.

-Yes. We have the same system ourselves.

-Thank you.

-Nice to meet you. -Yes.

Thank you both for your time.

-Sure. -See ya.

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-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? -Mm.

-I can always tell when someone's annoying you.

You chew your pen.

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-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.

-Mm. Safer than hang-gliding.

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-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... -[ Sighs ]

-...how was your day?

-Well, I think I might have found somewhere for the café.

-That's amazing.

-Yeah, it would be if we could afford it.

-Oh yeah.

-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.

Nan, you remember Humphrey.

-Hello. -Hello.

-I had to get another chair in from the garage.

Help yourself to vegetables.

Darling? -Oh, thank you.

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[ Farting noise ]

-Thank you.

-Humphrey, tell Mum and Nan about your ghost.

-Uh, yes.

Old Mother Wheaten. -Oh, Gwen Tyler's place.

I heard about her fall. How is she?

-Uh, 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.

-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.

[ Farting noise ]

-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.

-Mm.

-You running your own café,

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.

-Okay.

Think I'm just excited about being a dad.

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Though it could quite easily be terror.

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-You'll be a brilliant dad.

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-Goodnight.

-'Night, Mum. -'Night.

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[ Mysterious music plays ]

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-The legend is that she used to steal newborns

from the village, take them back to the woods to eat.

-Just keep getting flashes of things.

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-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 there. -I saw her once.

-People claim to have seen her round here.

-I know what I saw, Ben.

She's real. I've felt presence before.

-[ Screams ]

-Sir?

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

-What?

-Sir, are you okay?

-How...

-Sir?

That's Mrs. Sommerville.

I think you gave her quite a fright.

-Yes, I have 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.

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-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.

Then, the same number called her back six times,

one after the other.

None of those six calls lasted longer than 10 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.

d-Do we at least know whose number it was?

-Yes. We do.

Carol Meadows.

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-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?

Right, okay. 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.

Righty-o.

-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.

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-I will get the solicitors to draught up a lease,

and then, once you've signed

and paid your three months upfront,

you can pick up the keys.

-Thank you, Sam.

-Are you glad to be back?

-You know what? Yes, I am.

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

-Okay.

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-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.

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-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.

[ Laughs ]

He called me an "old crone" the other day.

He said he was joking.

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-We're still looking into it.

Other enquiries... -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...

Unless...

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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.

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Um, I need a mass data check.

-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.

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"Stick a broom up my..."

Broom!

-You're not gonna 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?

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-Esther...

stand there for me.

Kelby.

And Margo.

Yes.

-I'm not doing anything funny. -Okay.

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.

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Hello!

-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

shows that no one else came to the house.

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-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 I didn't register it 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' 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.

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And so, she had to find another one.

-I felt a hard push.

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Then, I saw her.

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-Opportunistic it may have been,

but it was certainly murderous in intent.

Then, she remembered what she came for --

Gwen's bank statements.

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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.

-When she'd moved the body, she was smart enough to realise

that she needed to move the step ladder 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

that she'd knocked over on the way in.

-Hello. Oh, hello there.

Come on in.

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.

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-This is all your fault, you stupid man!

You and your bloody bankruptcy.

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

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

[ Excited talking ]

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Ah.

Grand gesture.

I have a terrible feeling I may be partly responsible.

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-I still think we should have told her

about her husband having an affair.

-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.

-Oy!

-Martha!

-Oy, come back here!

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-I'm so sorry.

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[ Phone ringing ]

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-Martha?

Sorry I missed your call.

Martha?

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-Don't.

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