All language subtitles for Beyond Paradise - S02E01 - Episode 1 (2024).en

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

♪♪

Woman: [ Screaming ]

♪♪

[ Train whistle blowing ]

♪♪

The next carriage, sir.

♪♪

Noah: Alright, alright.
Okay, come on.

Clear the way please, clear.
Thank you.

Who can tell me what happened?

We all came in here for lunch.
We went into a tunnel.

When we came out
the other side...

there he was.

Can I ask you all to wait
in the next carriage, please?

Do as the Inspector asks.

♪♪

Excellent job, by the way.

Thank you.

[ "Just as the Tide Was Flowing"
plays ]

♪♪

♪ One morning
in the month of June ♪

♪ Down by a rolling river ♪

♪ There a weary traveller
chanced to stray ♪

♪ And he beheld his lover ♪

♪ Her cheeks were red,
her eyes were brown ♪

♪ Her hair in ringlets
hanging down ♪

♪ She'd a lovely face
without a frown ♪

♪ Just as the tide was flowing ♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Seagulls squawking ]

♪♪

Margo: Alright, everyone,

you can get on
with the rest of your Saturday,

but we've got a full dress
rehearsal tomorrow,

so don't be late.

You alright for any costume nips
and tucks tomorrow?

I'll bring my box.

Thank you so much
for doing this.

Sorry it was all
a bit last-minute.

No, you're very welcome.

It made for an interesting
weekend.

-[ Chuckles ]
-Any news on Terry and Lynne?

Well, the embassy's arranged
for a new passport

and there's a flight
the day after tomorrow,

so they should make
the actual night.

But if you can stand in again
for tomorrow's dress rehearsal

that will really help.
-I'm free.

Well, I'll have to check
my crowded social calendar,

but I'll do my best.

-You're a star.
-[ Chuckles ] Hear that?

The director
called me a star.

♪♪

And here they are, our famous
Inspector O'Keefe

and Lady Wickham.

Ha-ha-ha!

You did a wonderful job,
you know.

-Didn't they, Katie?
-Kate.

Your line --
"“Do as the Inspector asks"” --

perhaps a tad more urgency?
-George: Here we go.

I'm just trying
to get it right, George.

Esther's only
standing in, Katie.

Even so.
And my name is Kate.

I'll try harder, Kate.

Anyone fancy a quick one?

As the new boy, I feel
I should buy you all a drink.

Well, if you're paying.

-Excuse me.
-Not me, thanks.

I've got a hungry teenager
waiting to be fed.

I want to go
over my lines again.

Home for me, too, but have fun.

Looks like a cheap night, then.

See you all tomorrow.
Don't be late!

Toot-toot! Ha-ha!

Is it too late to change
the murder victim?

She is a bit full of herself.
Had an audition for Emmerdale.

Now she thinks
she's Judi Dench.

Huh!
Ooh, is he part of the play?

He's rather pretty
for an engine driver.

No, I don't think so.

Well, maybe he's Lady Wickham's
secret lover.

More to the point,

do you think he'd let me take
a look at the engine?

No harm in asking.
Or I could do it for you.

No, it's okay. I can manage.

-Are you the driver?
-Not exactly.

I'm the fireman, Kieran.

Kieran Fish.
I look after the boiler.

Harry there is the driver.

Ah. I was hoping
to take a look around.

-Go on. Jump on.
-Can I?

♪♪

This is amazing!

My granddad used to drive
these back in the day.

I've loved them ever since.

All the gauges on the left
there, that's my stuff,

keeping the boiler at
temperature for when we set off.

Harry works the throttle
and the brakes.

It's very much
a two-man operation?

Doesn't work otherwise.

May -- May I?

Knock yourself out.

♪♪

[ Train whistle blows ]

♪♪

♪♪

Oh! Oh!

Help! Help!

♪ Again, again, again ♪

♪ Again, again, again ♪

[ Train whistle blowing ]

Harry: Get off my train!

[ Stifled laughter ]

Sounded like
you were having fun.

The driver seemed
a bit cross.

But yes, something else
ticked off the bucket list.

♪♪

♪♪

I know we're related,
but you're table blocking.

Hmm?
Martha: You've been here

for three hours and you haven't
actually bought anything.

-I'm shopping, dear.
-Martha: For what?

-A man.
-Excuse me?

Elsie Relish at the farm shop
told me about this new app.

It's called Silver Heart,

for people of a certain age
looking for companionship.

It's rather like
window shopping.

If you don't like the look
of them, you double tap

and they go in the bin,
but if you do, you swipe up

and they go
in your shopping basket.

You're not actually buying them?

Heavens, no. It's a metaphorical
shopping basket.

-At least I hope it is.
-[ Cellphone chimes ]

Martha:
Just for companionship?

Well, Elsie uses hers
for casual sex,

but I'd just like someone
to help me walk the dog.

You haven't got a dog.

Well, no,
but I put one on my profile.

I thought it made me
sound... warmer.

[ Chuckles ]
I called him Humphrey.

So you're using
an imaginary dog

named after my fiancé
to lure men back to the cottage?

-Yes, dear.
-Hello.

Ah! How was it?

Margo said
I was very convincing.

Playing the part of a detective.

-Ah, yes, I see what you mean.
-[ Chuckles ]

-I'm sure you were amazing.
-Anne: Ooh!

-Are you okay, Anne?
-Hmm?

Martha: She's shopping.

Anne: Oh, no,
he's got a lazy eye.

I'd never know
if he's paying attention.

♪♪

♪♪

It's hard to think of your mum
as someone's girlfriend.

Bit like trying to imagine
Donald Trump ice skating.

-Does it bother you?
-Martha: A bit.

I mean, it's three years
since we lost Dad,

so I shouldn't
be surprised, I suppose.

But you are?

I just need to get
my head around it.

Hmm.

I think I'm more worried
that she's doing it online.

What if she's catfished?

-Er...?
-Meet someone

pretending
to be someone they're not.

Well, I could talk to her
if you like, um,

explain the perils
of online dating

from a police perspective?

Good idea.
Might make her more careful.

Humphrey: Consider it done.

I think there must be
something in the air --

your mum looking for love,
you and I doing date nights.

Well, we Lloyds
are very romantic,

I'll have you know.
-Indeed you are.

Though I'm not sure
how many date nights

we'll get
if we're allowed to foster.

Next steps are interviews
and home visit.

She thinks everything
is on track.

Good.

I must confess, I am really
excited now it's happening,

although I am
a little bit, um...

[ Inhales, exhales deeply ]

Me, too.

Though if it cuts down
on our date nights,

we'd better make
the most of this one.

Absolutely.

[ Glasses clink ]

♪♪

[ Train whistle blows ]

♪♪

See how you get on tonight.

I can always
let it out a bit more.

-Ow!
-Vivienne: Oh, sorry.

Alright, everyone,
final dress rehearsal.

Next time we do it will be
in front of paying guests,

so let's not leave
anything in the locker.

[ Train whistle blows ]

♪♪

Alright?

♪♪

To be clear, the deceased
was seen alive

and well at the very moment
the train entered the tunnel,

and yet by the time
it re-emerged from the tunnel...

he was dead.

♪♪

♪♪

Examine the line, mate.
Had a call about debris.

Okay, mate.

Never worry, everyone,
this is Dean Prior,

the last tunnel
before Shipton Abbott.

♪♪

♪♪

Margo: Hold your positions.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

And would you say
you were close?

Esther:
This heat is interminable.

I need a glass of water.

Humphrey: It's clear that
everyone in this carriage

was also in the buffet car
at the very moment

the train
entered the first tunnel.

So, it is equally clear
that the murderer

is someone sat
in front of me now.

-Sir?
-Hmm?

I think you need
to come and see this.

That's not your line.

-[ Whispers ] He's dead.
-No, that's not it either.

-Margo, keep everyone in here.
-Cut!

Er, Esther...

♪♪

He's really dead.

I know.
The last tunnel.

Someone must have
sneaked back in here.

Which means one of those people
in there...

really is the murderer.

♪♪

[ Train whistle blows ]

[ Sirens wailing ]

[ Train brakes screeching ]

♪♪

♪♪

I want everyone
off the platform.

Policeman: Back, please.
Move back.

-Back. No.
-[ Indistinct chatter ]

I've let all the players go,
but made it clear

we'll need to talk to them
again.

Good, thank you.

Kelby:
Platform's clear, sir.

-Just the press outside.
-Okay, thanks.

-Have we searched the train?
-Yes, sir.

Only three carriages
were open --

the one used as
the backstage area,

the buffet car,
and the passenger carriage

used for the performance.

-The other one was locked.
-What about train staff?

Kelby: There was an
engine driver and a fireman.

I talked to them both,
but they didn't see

or hear anything unusual

and were together in the engine
cab the whole time.

Which means our killer
has to be one of

the Shipton Abbott Players.

My thoughts exactly, sir.

Well, hopefully we can
rule out three of those.

Humphrey: Can we?

-You, me, and Margo, sir.
-Right. Good point, Sergeant.

If we rule out you,
me, and Margo,

that leaves us
with four suspects,

and any one of them could have
sneaked back in here

when the train went
through the last tunnel.

Hmm. Do you know how hard it is
to stab someone in the back?

I've never tried it,
but not easy, I bet.

No, it is not.

The muscles in the upper part
of the back

are much thicker
than most people imagine.

It takes a great deal of force
to penetrate them.

Our victim was a big man,
yet there's no sign

of any kind of a struggle,

which suggests that he was
standing with his back

to whoever stabbed him.
-At the buffet table.

But if that's the case...

...then aren't we missing
something?

There's no blood.

♪♪

I got these from
the Shipton Players website.

Margo:
I went to school with him.

Used to pick his nose
and put it in his inkwell.

[ Chuckles ]

What's an inkwell?

It's a little pot
you put your ink in.

For your pen.

-[ Telephone rings ]
-Like a quill.

Do you want a smack
in the mouth, hmm?

Shipton Abbott Police Station.

Can one of you two phone
the Chief Superintendent?

Why?
Margo: Press are having
a field day.

It's escalated from local
papers to the nationals.

I mean, an actual murder

on a murder mystery night
is bad enough,

but it happening under the noses
of two serving police officers

has got them all whipped up
into a frenzy.

Mm, that's one for you,
Sergeant.

I'll call her.

[ Telephone beeps ]

-[ Clears throat ]
-Margo.

-Margo: Mm?
-The Shipton Abbott Players --

tell me about them.
-Right.

Kate Potts, wannabe actress,
fresh out of drama school,

likes the sound
of her own voice,

but harmless enough.

Polly Deakins just reported
a peeping Tom.

She's got a nerve --

all the curtain
twitching she does.

Even so, better go check it out.

Yeah.

George Harris, widower,

lost his wife Louise
about six years ago,

so joined every group
and activity in Shipton Abbott.

Moans at all of them.

Vivienne Bishfield, she's a
biology teacher at the college.

I think she moved here
from Exeter

about five or six years ago.

Heart of gold.

Noah Culpepper, bit of a geek,
but harmless.

Divorced. His wife Janet ran off
with his best mate. Sally.

And were they all friends
with Paul Yellen, our victim?

No, that's the thing, see.
None of us were.

He only just joined us
a few days earlier.

I think he just
bought a house here.

So he's not local?

No, I'm pretty sure he said
he was from Hastings.

I mean, that's why
he was our victim.

It's the tradition.

The newest member always
gets to play the murder victim.

Yes, unfortunately,
in this case, quite literally.

♪♪

♪♪

And when was this exactly,
Polly?

Last night, after dark.

10:00, maybe? How's your mother?

Oh, she's good, thanks.

She still cleaning up
at the school?

Er, not anymore, no.
She got a job at the card shop.

And you say this man
was standing across the road?

Across the road,
but looking this way.

She still with that waste
of space with the motorbike?

You mean my dad?
Yep, she's still with him.

Um, but he hasn't
got a bike anymore.

He's got a Hyundai.

Oh. Never liked him.
He was a foot-tapper.

Never trust a man who taps his
foot when you're talking to him.

Right, so, he was across
the road but looking at you.

I didn't say
he was looking at me.

I said he was
looking over this way,

but he was up to no good,
you could tell.

How long would you say
he was there?

Oh, over an hour.

He only left '‘cause some woman
caught him nosing about.

Gave him a right telling off.

-Which woman?
-No idea.

Like I said,
it was dark.

Could you describe
either of them?

He was medium height,
had a woolly hat on.

She were medium height,
no hat.

Humphrey: There's not much more
we can achieve

'til the labs open
in the morning,

but, um, let's talk
to Hastings police,

see what they can tell us
about the victim.

-Right.
-So, have you got

anything exciting planned
for this evening?

Ooh, beans on toast, bath,
then help Zoe with her CV.

-Is she looking for a job?
-Yeah.

Well, I'm doing most of
the looking, if I'm honest.

She's a good kid, but like
every other 16-year-old,

she's just on her phone all day.

Honestly, I want her
to get out and meet people.

Yes, the curse
of the worldwide web.

I've got a similar problem
with Martha's mum.

-She's looking for love online.
-Hmm!

-I think the plan tonight...
-[ Brakes screech ]

...is to talk her out of it.

You're not talking me
out of it.

Even after all the things
Humphrey has just told you?

-Anne: He made them up.
-He didn't.

A woman who just happened
to be my age

living in Devon agrees
to meet a stranger in a pub,

only to discover an axe
hidden under his coat,

which she sees poking out
when he goes to the bathroom?

-Too much?
-Too much.

Besides which,
I've already got a match.

-What?
-His name's Oliver. He's 63.

He has his own hair,
teeth, and house,

and we're having dinner
tomorrow evening.

-Tomorrow?
-Anne: He's coming here.

-What?
-He wants to sample my tagine.

-[ Stifled laugh ]
-I bet he does.

And what if he wants
to meet Humphrey?

Why would he want
to meet Humphrey?

-Your imaginary dog.
-You have an imaginary dog?

I'll say he's at the vet's.

I know you're worried
about me, Motty,

and that's very sweet,
but you can't expect me

to be on my own
for the time I've got left.

Well, you've got us.

You've got your own
lives to live.

-What if you move away?
-We won't.

You might.
And then what would I do?

Leave here and move in with you?

No.

I -- I mean we'd love
you to, er, if we did.

Go, I mean, somewhere.
But we're not. But if we did...

So -- So when I say no,
I actually mean y-- yes,

if we did, but we're not.

Which is why I --
We just want you to be happy.

[ Chuckles ] Good.

Because having Oliver here
for dinner tomorrow evening

will make me
very happy indeed.

[ Dishes clatter ]

Martha:
I suppose I shouldn't worry.

After all, I didn't know
what she got up to

when we were in London.
-Humphrey: Well, exactly,

and I'm sure Oliver
is a thoroughly decent chap.

Yes. And if he's not,

we can murder him
and dump his body in the river.

Yes, agreed.

♪♪

Man: Morning.

♪♪

I've got nothing to say,
and the Detective isn't here,

so you're wasting your time.
-Reporter: Can you give us

any more information, Margo?
Anything at all?

[ Indistinct chatter ]

Oh, and there's no T in Margo.

Esther: Okay, so we're waiting

for the full post-mortem
and toxicology reports,

but the preliminary autopsy
came through first thing.

It confirms the blade puncture
in the right lung

as probable cause of death.

There's no other
injuries of note,

so no visible signs
of a struggle.

Er...

Er... [ Clears throat ]
Harry Bishfield?

Hello. We met briefly the day
before yesterday.

Yes, I -- I was, er,
with the [Whistles] and the...

Mm, yeah, yeah, I remember.

Heh-heh. Yes, right. Um, sorry.

Am I right in thinking
the train didn't stop at all

during the dress
rehearsal yesterday?

We had a call to slow down
through one of the tunnels,

didn't we, boss?
-Yeah.

-There was a report of debris.
-When you say slow down,

enough time for someone to jump
on the train and off again?

Maybe.

Did either of you see
anyone on or near the track

during the journey yesterday?
-Kieran: Not me.

[ Train whistles blowing
in distance ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

-[ Clears throat ] Sir?
-Hmm?

Okay.

Thanks, gents.

Just the Super.
[ Chuckles ]

Um, can I just say, er,
you look very...

good.

Er, I mean, smart.

Er, everything is, um...
pressed, er, nicely.

I'm just gonna...

[ Scoffs ]

Kelby: Sir.

-Ma'am.
-I hear you've decided

not to run your murder room
from regional HQ.

Well, it's early
days yet, ma'am.

-We're still gathering evidence.
-Chief: I'm not sure

what the murder rates are
at the Met these days,

Inspector, or the Caribbean
for that matter,

but thankfully here,
it's rare enough for us

to take a murder inquiry
very seriously.

As do I.

-Can I be frank?
-Of course.

Chief: This whole thing
has caused quite a stir.

And because of the media
interest,

the powers that be
are particularly keen

for an early resolution.

I understand, ma'am.

I hope you do, Inspector,
I really do,

because all eyes are on you.

And given your station house
is under review,

there may be more riding
on this case than you know.

♪♪

♪♪

I read somewhere that whatever
you wear on your first date

reflects your personality.

I thought you said
it wasn't a date.

Anne: Well, it isn't.
It's an introductory meeting,

but I think
the same rules apply.

What about
my camel trouser suit?

-Martha:
Isn't that a bit formal?

-Oh, maybe.

Martha:
Look, you're cooking a meal.

You just need
something casual,

something you feel
comfortable in.

Anne: I don't want to look
like a frump, do I?

He won't think
you're frumpy.

Look, Mum, I've got to go.
Just be yourself.

-Love you, Motty.
-Martha: You, too. Bye.

Bye.

-Humphrey: Peter?
-Noah: Noah.

Peter is the name of the train
conductor what I was playing.

I plays him Scottish.

-Toot-toot!
-Heh.

Yesterday at
the dress rehearsal,

did you notice
anything unusual?

No.
Got to the train,

Viv did her final
costume fitting.

Oh, um...

Vivienne Bishfield.
She played Gill Bond.

Right. Um, and then what?

But you was there.

Well, tell me anyway.

We moved to the buffet car,

George helped Paul
put the fake knife in place.

Paul laid down, Margo shouted,
"“Action"”, Katie screamed.

Then I was sent by
Lady Wickham --

Sergeant Williams --

to fetch Inspector O'Keefe --
you.

Yeah.

At any point
after the interview scene,

did you go back
into the buffet car?

No.
Why would I?

Humphrey: And on the day
of the dress rehearsal,

did Paul Yellen seem different
to you than the day before?

I didn't really talk to him.

I mean, I try to help everyone,
you know,

with a bit of direction here
and there,

but I had no call
to do so with him.

He's just the body.

Quite.

I saw him talking
to George, though.

Did you hear what
they were talking about?

Argyle. Turns out
we were both supporters.

If you're not buying that,
it belongs on the shelf.

I'd met him a few days ago
in Kitty Jay's.

He said he was new to the area,

so I suggested he come to
Players, get to know people.

Told him he didn't have to worry
about lines or anything,

because as the new boy,
he'd just be a dead body.

Turns out I was right.

That's odd, don't you think?

The most miserable man in the
world working in a toy shop?

No, Paul Yellen
supporting Plymouth Argyle

when he lived in Hastings.

Who's next?

Um, Vivienne Bishfield.

Ah.

♪♪

Humphrey: So you arranged
all the costumes?

Well, the Players have
their own stock of costumes,

but they're all a bit old,
so I just do running repairs.

My mum's a seamstress.
[ Chuckles ]

Something to remember
about amateur dramatics --

never let on you have
a particular skill. [ Chuckles ]

Your husband Harry
is the train driver?

A case in point.

At drinks one evening,
he happened to mention

that he drove a steam train.

Well, Margo was on him
like a shot.

Yes, right.

So there was nothing
about Paul Yellen

at the dress rehearsal
that struck you

as being unusual in any way?

Er, no, but, er,

I didn't really know
him well enough to notice

even if there was.

Right.

Not one of the neighbours saw
or heard this mystery bloke,

or the woman
that chased him off.

He's probably just a figment
of Polly Deakins' imagination.

-Humphrey: Margo?
-Mmm?

What have we got
on the deceased?

If he lived in Hastings

he must have been living
in a cave somewhere.

He's not on the voting register,
council records, HMRC,

or any other official list.

I mean, there's nothing
on the PNC either,

nor social media.

I'm going back to see Polly.

Didn't you say he'd just bought
a house in Shipton Abbott?

Maybe talk to the solicitors
who did the conveyancing.

Righty-o.

Humphrey:
Oh, and the engine driver

said something
about debris on the line

which made the train slow down.

Maybe check out what that was.
It might be significant.

The problem is,
the why can sometimes lead you

to finding a who
and then eventually how,

or a how can sometimes point you
to a who and then a why.

But we haven't got a why.

I'm not even sure
if we've got a how.

The autopsy said
the knife pierced a lung.

But where was the blood
around the body?

What are we missing?

Everything, by the sound of it.

We've had the press
outside all morning.

HQ think we might need
to do a press conference.

A public appeal
might be an option

if we can't find out
more about Paul Yellen.

True.
Did we check his home?

Yeah, we sent a team there.
The house was empty.

They got in
and did a quick search.

Nothing of note found.

Then maybe we should
take another look.

Come along, Sergeant.

Esther: Couple of letters,

a log book,
and a new credit card.

Nothing upstairs, but it's clear
only one bedroom is being used.

Yes, down here
is pretty much the same.

Ready meals for one.

One mug, one plate.

Everything is pretty basic.

No family photos,

nothing personal at all
as far as I can see.

Seems he had a very lonely life.

[ Seagulls squawking ]

♪♪

♪ How'd you like the sound of
those four letter words? ♪

♪ They make me look so clever as
I fall to the earth ♪

♪ I wanna walk through
the morning ♪

♪ And I've not seen the night ♪

♪ I wanna hold on to you,
darlin' ♪

♪ And make you feel alright ♪

♪ Darlin', won't you come and
stay with me? ♪

Here's my mobile number.
If he turns up again, call me.

♪ Ah ♪

Humphrey: Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Kelby: Not sure.
What are you thinking?

That whoever was watching
from across the street

wasn't watching Polly.

He was watching Paul Yellen.

I was just about to say that.

Margo: Okay.

So I spoke to the solicitor
who dealt with the house.

Paul Yellen didn't buy it.

He inherited it
from the previous owner,

a Mrs. Sarah Scarcroft,

who left everything to Yellen
in her will.

Find out what Paul Yellen
was to her, please, Margo.

Kelby, what do we know about the
man who was watching the house?

Er, sir, er, medium height,
er, wearing a woolly hat.

It's not much. What about
the woman he was seen with?

Same, without the hat.

[ Telephone rings ]

Margo:
Shipton Abbott Police Station.

Just a second.

Chief Superintendent Woods.

♪♪

♪♪

Ma'am?

♪♪

Good evening, Selwyn.

[ Selwyn quacks ]

Saved you a treat.

Stole it from Margo's desk.

-Martha: Psst!
-Selwyn?

Over here.

Oh.

Hello. Oh!

♪♪

What are we doing?

-He's in there.
-Who is?

Martha: Oliver.
I saw a man in the window.

She must have sneaked him in.

Humphrey:
Why would she sneak him in

when she's already
told us he's coming?

Well, she didn't introduce me.
That's as good as sneaking.

Oh, you stay here.
I'm going over.

To do what?

To do what?

♪♪

♪♪

Hello.

Can I borrow a cup of sugar?

♪♪

And some bread.

♪♪

And a light bulb.

♪♪

Anything else?

Martha: I know he's in there.

-So?
-Why are you hiding him?

I'm not.

He was dropped off by taxi,

he walked through
the front door,

and he's now sitting in the
lounge with a rum and Coke.

-Well, let me in, then.
-So you can grill him,

like he's one of
Humphrey's suspects?

Absolutely not.

Fine.

But if he murders you,
don't come crying to me.

I won't.

♪♪

Humphrey:
I just think it's the weirdest
job I've ever worked on.

A murder victim killed

while playing the part
of a murder victim.

And despite the fact
he was stabbed in the back

forcefully enough
to puncture a lung,

there was no blood.

Hmm?

There was no blood.
Not even a trace.

And the worst thing is,
there's so much media interest,

I've got the
Chief Superintendent

constantly on my back.

Oh, um, Esther, she's looking
for a job for her daughter.

I said to get her
to give you a call.

Martha?

-Yes, that's fine.
-Okay.

[ Gasps ]
There's a car!

Right on cue.

-That was great.
-I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Oliver: Bye now.

I can see you.

[ Sighs ]

Martha: Oh, hello.

-So, how did it go?
-Anne: It was fine.

He was perfectly polite,

well-mannered,
cleared his plate,

and didn't overstay his welcome.

So are you gonna see him again?

-Anne: No. I got the ick.
-Ick?

You've got to learn
all the terminology, darling.

"“Ick"” means
you've gone off someone.

He slurped his soup.

-That's it?
-Anne: Oh, that's enough.

Still, there's plenty
more fish in the sea.

Or as your nan says,
every pot has a lid.

After all,
look at you two.

♪♪

♪♪

Morning, sir.
We got news on Paul Yellen.

-Good.
-Except he's not Paul Yellen.

His real name
is Aidan Scarcroft.

He was Sarah Scarcroft's son,

which is why she left him
her house in her will.

He changed his name by deed poll
before moving to Shipton Abbott,

which explains
the new passport,

log book, and credit card
we found at his house.

Margo's running a check
on his real name now.

There's something else
that's a bit weird, sir.

We spoke to the steam
train operator

about the debris on the track
that slowed the train down.

Now, they said there were
no reports of debris

in any of the tunnels.

Then why would
they say there was?

♪♪

-Vivienne: There's your tea.
-Thank you.

Henry: Oh, well that tunnel
is 150 years old.

So, you know, brickwork falls
down on the track sometimes.

Ah, thank you, love.

We heard of debris
falling just last week.

Thought it best to be careful.

-Yes.
-Why do you ask?

Well, if the train was
specifically told to slow down,

that might be significant.

Someone wanting to get on board
while it was moving, perhaps.

Would you see
someone if they had?

I doubt it, you know.

We're quite a ways up front,

so we wouldn't really see what's
going on in the back carriages.

No, no.

It was a bit of a long shot, um,

but always worth
asking the question.

Yeah, sorry I'm not much help.

Ah, she's a beauty, isn't she?

Oh, gosh, yes, yes.

You like your trains, then?

Love them,
particularly steam trains.

Yeah, I think it started
when I watched

"The Railway Children"
for the first time.

Even asked my mum if I could
change my name to Peter.

Well, um, whenever you like,
just ask and I'll take you out.

-Gosh, would you?
-Mm.

Maybe I could bring my fiancée?

We're doing date nights.

Oh, it would be a pleasure.

Well, that is amazing.
Thank you. Thank you.

-Thank you.
-Man: Cheers, then.

Another dead end.

-Yes, but not a wasted journey.
-Oh?

He's gonna let me ride
in his engine for date night.

Martha's gonna love it.

I'm sure she will, sir.

[ Car engine starts ]

♪♪

♪♪

Esther: Okay. Thanks, Margo.

So, Aidan Scarcroft,

AKA Paul Yellen, was released
from prison two years ago.

He served
a 12-year sentence.

-Really? For what?
-Manslaughter.

He was driving three times
over the limit

and ploughed into a group
of people waiting at a bus stop.

An elderly woman died.
Nine others were injured,

some quite badly.

Pull up the file, would you?

And cross-check the names
of the people involved to see

if we can find any links
to the people on our train?

Exactly.

Charlie: I understand that,

but Inspector Goodman is
an experienced murder detective.

He's been making...

No, sir, he's not at the hub.

He's in one of
our smaller outposts.

What would you suggest?

[ Mobile ringing ]

[ Sighs ]

Ma'am?

Command have instructed me

to move your investigation
into the hub.

Well, no, you can't.
Um, we're making progress.

Charlie: This is not a subject
for discussion, Inspector.

You'll report to the hub
at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow morning

with whatever you have.

We'll set up a murder room
here.

-Right. But --
-Charlie: I'm sorry.

This isn't a reflection
on you...

or your team.

Isn't it?

9:00 a.m. tomorrow morning.

Okay?

Mm-hmm.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

I think I've got it.

The collision at the bus stop --

it happened in High Broughton,
a village just outside Exeter.

One of the worst injured
was an 11-year-old boy,

Christopher Bishfield.

Bishfield.

There were pictures
of Vivienne and Harry

with a young boy at the house.

Viv and Harry moved here
from Exeter.

Mm-hmm.

So, Vivienne and Harry Bishfield
would have been there

when Aidan Scarcroft turned up
with George to join the Players.

Give me a call
when you're done, love.

-Alright. I will.
-Okay, love you.

Nice to meet you.

You see, Aidan Scarcroft
was here to start a new life.

He didn't recognise the father
of the boy he injured.

Why would he?

I doubt they ever met.

But even after 12 years,

they'd never forget
the face of the man

who ruined their child's life.

Humphrey: And it was that
evening that Polly Deakins

saw a man standing across
the road from her house.

So he followed Paul Yellen home,
to get revenge?

So, if Harry Bishfield
is our man, how?

I knew there was a reason
this bothered me.

Yes.

The fireman on the train said

he had a call
about debris on the line,

yet when we talked to Harry,

he said he slowed the train
as a precaution.

Then why would the fireman
say they had a call?

Because that's what
his engine driver told him.

Kelby, call the operators.

Ask them what the procedure is
if there's debris on the line.

Sir.

Alright?

Humphrey: Harry knew that as
they approached the last tunnel

before Shipton Abbott,

the murder mystery suspects

were in the third carriage
being questioned.

To be clear, the deceased
was seen alive and well

at the very moment
the train entered the tunnel,

and that the supposed victim,
Aidan Scarcroft,

would be in
the buffet car alone.

So first, he told his fireman

there was a report of debris
on the line ahead.

-Examine the line, mate.
-Okay, mate.

Then what?

Okay, so, if they suspect
debris on the line,

the engine driver
slows the train

and the fireman moves
to the footplate

at the side of the train
to look at the track ahead.

If they're in a tunnel
they would use a torch.

Yes!

Once Kieran was out of the cab,

Harry slowed the train and then
climbed back across the engine.

He knew exactly how long
they would be in the tunnel.

He quickly made his way
to the buffet car.

[ Paul grunts ]

Once done, he had moments
to get back to the engine

before they reached
the end of the tunnel

and Kieran would
notice him missing.

♪♪

Kieran: All clear.

That doesn't explain why there
was no blood around the body.

No. No, it doesn't.

But it's enough to bring him in.

He was 11 years old,

standing at the bus stop
with a friend's mum.

They were going into town
to go crab fishing on the quay.

[ Chuckles ]

Scarcroft was drunk.
Off his head.

Chris was leaning against
the wall behind the bus stop...

...when the car ploughed through
everyone and into that wall.

He didn't have a chance.

His legs were shattered.

He had five years of operations.

He was in constant pain.

[ Sniffles ]

Me and his mum watched him
go through all that,

saw how tough it was on him.

That changed him.

[ Sniffles ]

He was never the
same, not really.

[ Sniffles ]

That man, he stole
my son's childhood.

A little boy who left the house
that morning...

excited to be meeting
his friends...

who never came home.

Never came home.

[ Sniffles ]

And how is he now?

He took his own life

six years ago.

That's why we moved here.

He'd just turned 19.

[ Sniffles ]

Your lot said it was suicide.

Just another troubled
teenager not coping.

Mm.

But that man, he killed my son,

just as sure as if he'd died
that morning...

...and killed him the moment
he came out of the pub

and got behind that wheel.

[ Sniffles ]

So, yes,

I killed him.

But if you want me to be sorry
for what I did,

I can't.

Humphrey:
I'm not asking anything of you.

To be honest,
I can't imagine the pain

and the torment you and your
family have gone through.

♪♪

Okay, let's take a break there.

I'm sure you and your lawyer

will want to discuss
what's been said here.

I just have one more question.

When you entered the buffet car

and you saw Mr. Scarcroft
standing at the food table,

can you think of any reason
we didn't find any blood there?

Was there something on the floor
you disposed of,

or something else?

He wasn't standing.

Sorry?

When I went into the buffet car,
he was laying down on the floor.

♪♪

♪♪

Why was he already on the floor?

He must have just got back
into position for act three.

-How likely is that?
-Not very.

We know the cause of death was
the knife puncturing his lung,

and we know
who stabbed him and why,

but something
just doesn't add up.

We've got the full
post-mortem back.

Nothing surprising there.

Though there's a marker
in the toxicology report.

I haven't had a chance
to look it up yet.

Look up what?

There were traces of a substance
called curare in his blood.

Curare?
I know that from somewhere.

Let me see.

At least I think that's right.

♪♪

-Curare!
-Eh.

Humphrey: Of course.

There are only two
possible reasons

for there to be so little blood

found at the scene
of a stabbing so serious.

If the body was killed
elsewhere and moved.

Humphrey: And the second one?

If the victim is already dead.

Dead bodies don't bleed.

Yes.

This plaster
found on his hand...

...did it happen on the train?

Yeah,

when we were
doing fittings.

Vivienne?

♪♪

Vivienne:
See how you get on tonight.

I can always
let it out a bit more.

Ow!

Vivienne: Sorry.

Alright, everyone,
final dress rehearsal.

Next time we do it will be
in front of paying guests...

There was a pin left
in the cuff.

I must have forgotten
to unpin it.

I've got some plasters.

I'll put some antiseptic on,

stop it getting infected.

♪♪

Why?

Because curare only works

when it's injected directly
under the skin.

So I tend to do
running repairs.

Who better than a biology
teacher to know that curare

is made by boiling
the bark of certain plants?

Amazonian tribes used it
to poison darts

and arrows when hunting.

It paralyses muscle tissue,
stops the breathing.

I think Aidan Scarcroft
was already dead

when Harry stabbed him.

I knew Harry was planning
on killing him.

I didn't know how or when,

but I knew he'd do it.

You found him outside
Aidan's house, didn't you?

What are you doing out here?
You're gonna be seen.

What are you doing here?
Leave me!

Vivienne:
Just come home with me now

and let's just forget
all about this.

No! You know I have to do this.
Please.

Just come home.

He wanted to do it that night,

but there's the thing, you see.

I knew I couldn't stop him,

but I knew he'd get caught.

He's a simple man.

You killed Aidan Scarcroft

to stop your husband
from doing so?

I couldn't think
of any other way.

He's had so much pain
in his life.

He's a good man.

I couldn't see him in prison.

How could I?

And yet you'd risk
the same thing for yourself?

I don't have a life.

Not anymore.

My life ended the day
I buried my baby boy.

Everyone tells you,
"“Just take it a day at a time."”

So that's what I do --

go through the motions.

You have to switch off, you see,
because every morning

when you wake up,
the pain just comes back.

Never free of it.

So do what you want with me.

I won't feel anything.

♪♪

♪♪

So now we know why he was on
the floor when Harry found him.

The poison did its work

while the rest of us
were in the next carriage.

I think he was dead
before he hit the floor.

[ Grunting ]

♪♪

Humphrey: Harry found Paul
Yellen face down on the floor

and naturally assumed
he'd simply taken up

his position as murder victim,

making it easy to plunge
the knife into the back

of the man he held responsible
for the death of his son.

Then he returned to the engine

before his fireman
noticed he had gone.

And as he was already dead,
his heart had stopped pumping.

He didn't bleed out.
-Exactly.

Paul Yellen was a man
who was murdered twice.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Sobbing ]

♪ When this voice retires
from talking ♪

♪ When these ears are tired
of ringing ♪

♪ When my feet get
bored of travelling ♪

♪ And it looks like
it's all unravelling ♪

♪ When this heart's
too old for dreaming ♪

♪ That's when I hear the angels
sing your lullaby ♪

♪ 'Cause when I'm seeing
double ♪

♪ It's your lullaby love that's
keeping me from trouble ♪

♪ It's your lullaby love that's
keeping me level ♪

♪ It's your lullaby love that
keeps me awake ♪

Sometimes, I really hate my job.

I know.

What will happen to her?

Well, that depends on the CPS

and who they deem responsible
for Aidan Scarcroft's death.

[ Sighs ]

I'll tell the Chief Super
the good news.

♪♪

♪♪

Oh, so I spoke
to Esther's daughter.

Oh, Zoe.

She'll start next week.
See how we get on.

Great.

Wait, what are we doing here?

Surprise.

♪♪

So our mystery date night
is looking at a train?

A steam train.

And minus the murder
this time, hopefully.

Quick tour and a few photos,
then I'll buy you dinner.

Promise.

And look, isn't it amazing?

Yes, it is.

Thank you
for letting us do this,

especially given
the circumstances.

-No worries.
-Yes.

Probably know your way
around by now.

Yeah. Kieran will tell you
all about the boiler.

Great.

♪♪

I was telling the Inspector it
was my granddad who me started.

♪♪

Now I'll be starting
my driver's exam next month.

♪ Paradise... ♪

Is it supposed to be moving?

Sorry.

Humphrey!

Um...

Martha: Humphrey!

♪M

Um, call the restaurant!

Tell them we might be a bit
late!

[ Laughs ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪