All language subtitles for Beyond Paradise - S02E05 - Episode 5.en

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[ Niamh screams ]

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[ "Just as the Tide
Was Flowing" plays ]

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♪ 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 ♪

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Must have been so
humiliating for her.

Ugh, I could murder h--

-Mum!
-Mm?

Oh, just about
to bring you breakfast.

Why?

Well, we thought...

What?

You might be hungry.

There's no time for breakfast.

We've got a wedding
to plan, remember?

It's next week.

Is it?

Gosh, I suppose
we've been so busy,

what with the fostering
application and the training.

And we don't want anything
too grand.

-No.
-You won't have anything at all

if I don't make a start.

Thank you.

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Morning, sleepy head.

Zoe: Morning.

What are you smirking about?

Don't tell me.
Jack finally asked you out.

Gross. No.

Anyway, he's been
linking with Gabby.

So, come on, spill.

I can read you like a book.

Promise you won't get mad?

I promise.

[ Folk pop music plays
in distance ]

Please tell me
that's a transfer.

Three little birds.

The song Dad sang to me
when I was born.

-I thought you'd like it.
-You're 16 years old.

-Who did this to you?
-Does it matter?

-Yes, it does.
-Why?

Because it's illegal
to tattoo a minor.

I told them I was 18.

It's not their fault.
You promised not to get mad.

You are getting that removed

and they will have to be
prosecuted.

No, I won't.

You don't understand.

[ Cellphone rings ]

What?

Oh, sorry, Margo,
I didn't realise.

OK, thanks. On my way.

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Morning.

The victim was found
unconscious,

possible head injury
and a wound

to the shoulder,
which could be serious,

depending on
the internal damage.

They're rushing her
to hospital now.

They will need to
surgically remove the arrow.

-Arrow?
-Yes.

-As in bow and arrow?
-Yes.

-Want to talk about it?
-Not right now.

Right, OK.

So is this the person
that found her?

Rebecca Thompson, yes.

And what do we know
about the victim?

Well, she had ID with her,
so we know she's Niamh Kirby,

53 years old.

She also had binoculars
and a bird book,

so she could have been
out here birdwatching.

Right, OK.

So let's speak to our witness.

Hello. I'm DI Goodman.
I believe you found the victim.

That's correct.
Erm, I was out walking,

and I heard a scream,

so I...
I ran towards it

and found this poor woman
just lying there, still.

She'll be OK, won't she?

It's hard to say at this point.

Is the victim known to you?

No, I've never seen her before.

Would you mind?

What time did you find her?

Er... I can check when I made
the call to the ambulance.

Er, yes,
8:32 I made the call.

And you heard the scream
just before that?

Yes, that's right.

And you didn't see anyone
or anything unusual?

No. No, nothing.

-No, nothing at all?
-No.

How strange.

Eggshell.

Humphrey: Huh.

Right, well,
thanks for your help, Rebecca.

We may need
to talk to you again.

OK.

In the meantime,
if you can think of anything

at all that might help...

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Did our witness seem
a little off to you?

Off? How?

Oh, perhaps it's nothing.

I just couldn't help feeling
like she was hiding something.

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Zoe got a tattoo.

A tattoo?

-Wait, but she's only --
-16. I know.

Well... Well, I suppose you can
obtain a passport at that age,

er, join the army,
fly a glider.

Sorry, that's not
very helpful, is it?

Yes, that is a tricky one.

You don't know the half of it.

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[ Indistinct chatter ]

Hi there.
You're in the hospital.

We're just taking you
to the operating theatre.

Niamh: Where's Lewis?

Who's Lewis, love?

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Humphrey: We can't be sure

which direction
the victim was shot from.

But, you know,
even if we're dealing with --

with an Olympian archer
who could shoot accurately

from 100 metres out,

say, the victim was shot
in broad daylight,

in open, completely
unobscured land.

Except for the tree.

But even still, how did
they escape without, erm...

-Rebecca...
-Rebecca seeing them?

I have no idea.

Right, let's head over
to the hospital,

see if the victim is awake.

Kelby, can you make sure
to sweep the whole area

in case the shooter
dropped anything?

Oh, and get a photo
of the billboard

-before you head back.
-Will do, sir.

Humphrey: Thank you.

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Are you OK? What's wrong?

I had an argument with Mum.

Oh, it'll pass.

Mum and I are always arguing.

Oh.

"“Take whatever
you can of your dad

and keep it to remember him."”

That's what you said, remember?

Yeah, but I didn't mean...

No, you were right. I just...
I thought Mum would understand,

but she just flew off
the handle.

It must have been
a shock to her.

Look, we don't always react
in the best way in the moment,

but that doesn't mean
she doesn't love you

or isn't proud of you.

Doesn't feel like it.

Oh, she'll come round.
You'll see.

This isn't about her.

I did it for my dad.

Pot of tea, please, darling,

I've got some calls to make.

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Lucy: OK. Thank you.

[ Telephone ringing ]

-Lucy, hello.
-Hi, Detective, Sergeant.

You here about Niamh Kirby?

Er, we are, yes.

Erm, how is she doing?

She's still in surgery.

How long will it take,
do you think?

It's hard to say.
It's quite a tricky procedure.

Oh, right. Have any next
of kin been informed?

Has anyone turned up to see her?

It's really sad.
She doesn't seem to have anyone.

But she was asking
for someone called Lewis

when they brought her in,
don't know if that's helpful.

-Ah.
-Erm, I can give you a call

as soon as the surgeon's out,
if you like.

Er, yes, thank you, Lucy.

Good.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Mum.
-Mm?

Don't you think we should talk?

Yes, I do.

I need the address
of some of your suppliers.

Now, the hotel
is organising the menu,

but I need canapés and champagne
for when the guests arrive.

I wasn't talking
about the wedding.

-Wait, what hotel?
-Heathfield House.

They're doing the reception.
Which reminds me -- cake.

Mum, can you just
slow down a minute?

Haven't got time
to slow down, darling.

If I leave all this to you
and Humphrey

there won't be a wedding.

-I'm worried about you.
-Oh, don't be silly.

I've organised bigger
events than this.

Now tell Humphrey --
cake tasting, 6:00 p.m. sharp.

Hmm?

[ Cellphone rings ]

Derek, thanks for
getting back to me.

No, that would -- that would
be -- that would be good.

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-Did you manage to get the...
-Map of Abbott Moor

and address for
the local archery club.

Thank you.

Erm, I'm sorry, Margo,

about earlier, on the phone.

We've all had
one of those days.

-[ Cellphone chimes ]
-Margo, can you look into

someone called Lewis,
connected to the victim,

-Niamh Kirby.
-Lewis and Niamh Kirby.

Hang on, this rings a bell.

I don't really understand
the whole cake tasting thing.

I mean, I've been
eating cake my whole life.

Why do I need
to taste them all again?

Right, get this.

Turns out the land
where the incident happened

belongs to the victim's
brother-in-law,

-Patrick Kirby.
-Interesting.

So is he the one that's
developing the hotel and spa?

Yeah, looks like it.

Patrick Kirby has had
full ownership of the land

for 10 years
and has been trying

to push through
the development ever since.

That's the badger.

There was this case
from 10 years back.

The victim's husband,

Patrick Kirby's brother,
Lewis Kirby,

he went missing 10 years ago.

Niamh accused Patrick
of murdering Lewis.

Made an official complaint,

but had no proof to back it up.

Patrick claimed Lewis
was unhappy in his marriage

and wanted a fresh start,

so went to go study flora
in a national park in Montana,

according to his statement.

He got a few text messages
to say that he'd arrived safely

but then went
totally off grid.

So as far as the DI
was concerned,

there was nothing
to investigate.

And Lewis signed over the land
to Patrick before he left?

-Apparently so.
-Right.

Sounds like we need to go
and speak to the brother-in-law.

We should also stop off
at the archery club,

-get a list of members.
-Yes.

You can kill two birds with
one stone by the looks of it.

The brother-in-law
owns the archery club.

The plot thickens.
[ Chuckles ]

And this --
This makes no sense.

How did the archer get away
on unobstructed land

-without being seen?
-Except for the tree.

Yes, but if they managed
to hide behind the tree,

they still would have had
to make their getaway.

Oh, there's more.

The graffiti on the sign.

What about it?

There's a wildlife
activist group

that have been fighting
the development in court,

claiming that it's
a protected nesting site

for peregrine falcons,
and guess who runs the group.

The victim, Niamh Kirby.

Nope.
Out witness, Rebecca Thompson.

Right. Margo, check if
there's any connection

between Niamh and Rebecca.

Sergeant, let's go
and speak to Patrick Kirby.

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[ Clatter ]

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Here for some target practice?

Unfortunately, no.

Did always fancy a bash though.

I can book you in for a lesson
right now if you like.

Oh, no, thank you.
Erm, no, I'm...

I'm a policeman.

DI Goodman.

This is DS Williams.

Ah, pleased to make
your acquaintance.

I'm Patrick Kirby.
How can I help?

Niamh Kirby was attacked
on your land this morning.

Abbott Moor.

Niamh? Is she alright?

She's being operated
on at the moment.

We will know more once
they've removed the arrow.

-Arrow?
-We're trying to establish

who might have had reason
to attack the victim.

Well, you can't possibly think
that I might have...

she's my sister-in-law.

So there's no bad blood
between you and the victim?

No. No, of course not.

I mean, erm, we had
a misunderstanding,

I suppose you might call it,
many years ago,

but that's all water
under the bridge now.

-Mind if I look around?
-Be my guest.

So can you tell us where
you were at 8:30 this morning?

Oh, well, I was
at my solicitor's office.

I can give you her number
if you'd like to check.

Yes, please.

Right.

Er, you see, I'd, er --

I'd normally
be taking my daily walk

around the development site.

It's a visualisation technique
that I like to practice.

But this morning I had
a last-minute call

from my solicitor.

Breakthrough in the case,
you see.

Blasted activists
have run out of money

and lost their solicitor.

And without proof that the moor
is a peregrine nesting site,

the development
can finally go through.

Humphrey: Ah.
Are these the plans here?

Patrick: Yes indeed.

There'll be something
for everyone.

Swimming pools here,
mini golf, archery,

of course,
a state-of-the-art spa.

And this section here?

Oh, the surveyor's report said

that there was
a risk of subsidence,

so I'm keeping
that beauty spot

as a place for guests
to enjoy the nature.

Ah. Can't they do that as it is?

-What's that?
-Oh, nothing.

Ah, this your brother, Lewis?

Yes. He's out in California,
studying flora.

Gone completely off grid.

Each to their own, I suppose.

Esther: Alibi checks out.
Patrick: Great.

Well, I'm glad I could
have been of assistance.

I do hope you catch the person
that did this to poor Niamh.

Thank you.

-Sergeant.
-Mm?

Esther: Oh, yeah. Interesting.

Missing a bow, are we,
Mr. Kirby?

What?

Well, it must have been stolen.

Did you report a break-in?

Well, no, I've only just
seen that it's missing.

So no sign of a break-in
when you arrived this morning?

No.

Anyone else
have keys to the club?

No one.

-Just me.
-[ Cellphone rings ]

OK.

OK. Thanks, Lucy.

Our patient is out of surgery.

What about the insurance?

For my bow.

Don't I get a police report
or something?

If you can prove
it was stolen, then yes.

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[ Door opens ]

-Hello.
-Hello.

Sorry to disturb you.
I'm DI Goodman.

How are you feeling?

A bit groggy, actually.

Like I've been shot
with an arrow, I suppose.

Yes, indeed.

It seems like
you had a lucky escape.

Do you feel up
to a few questions?

Yes. Please, go ahead.

OK. Can you remember
what happened?

No, not really. Sorry.

Er...I felt something,

a sharp pain in my shoulder,

and then...I don't know.

I must have passed out.

Did you see anyone,
or anything suspicious?

No, nothing.

Any reason why someone
might want to hurt you?

No. No, I don't think so.

I mean, I'm...
I was a Pilates teacher.

-Not much of a threat.
-Well, I tried Pilates once.

The teacher was
definitely threatening.

[ Both chuckle ]

I was just out birdwatching,
trying to find a...

I can't remember the name.

I had a book, a bird book.

-In your bag, perhaps?
-Yes, yes. Would you mind?

No, of course not.

In fact, it might help me
identify some kind of eggshell.

Might that be in there?

Well, what did it look like?

A sort of reddish-brown colour.

Yes, I know that one.

-I'm so sorry.
-No, not at all.

I've got it.

What's this?

I don't know.
It's probably rubbish.

Throw it away.

Right.

Thank you.

Sorry.

That's alright.
You've been through a lot.

-I'll get the nurse.
-Thank you.

Leave you to rest.

Lucy?

Lucy.

Everything alright, Niamh?

Peregrine falcon. The eggshell.

Sounds like peregrine falcon.

Thank you.

They mate for life.

Very romantic, don't you think?

Very.

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What's that?

A letter to Niamh.
It fell out of her book.

She said it was rubbish,
but listen.

"“The land doesn't belong
to Lewis anymore,

and if you don't stop
writing letters

to the council
and defaming my name,

I'll be forced
to take matters further."”

-Signed P.
-Patrick?

I'd put money on it.

Well, if that doesn't
sound like a motive,

-I don't know what does.
-Quite.

So what did
the surgeon say?

He said that
she's as strong as an ox

so she should make
a full recovery.

Pilates teacher.
And the head injury?

They did a CT scan,
and no sign of head injury,

so she will be discharged
later today.

But, according to
her medical records,

she was recently diagnosed
with young onset dementia.

Oh, dear.

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[ Telephone rings ]

Shipton Abbott Police Station.
How can I help?

Oh, hi, Anne.

Right.

Yeah.

[ Exhales ]

Well, right, er...

leave it with me.

Kelby, we've been tasked with

something of great importance.

-Say no more.
-Yeah.

Actually, maybe some details
might be useful.

-Shh!
-Right, looks like we might have

a matching set.

Well done, Kelby.

Do we have one of those
UV detector things

-for bicycle serial numbers?
-Yes, sir.

Now if this the bow that's
missing

from Patrick's storeroom,
he was asking about

an insurance claim earlier,

so perhaps he's marked it.

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There it is.

"“Property of P.K."”

Seems pretty conclusive.

A bit too conclusive,
wouldn't you say?

Plus, Patrick has
an airtight alibi,

so he couldn't have been there
at the time of the shooting.

There was one person
that was there

at the time of the shooting.

Our witness,
Rebecca Thompson.

Who, as it stands, has no reason
to harm the victim

and zero evidence
pointing to her.

No, it's...

something else.

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We're missing something.

Ooh, I'll get this to forensics
before they shut,

see if they can rush it through.

-Wait, what time is it?
-Er, 4:30

Humphrey: Right, let's call it
a day, shall we?

Come at it fresh from tomorrow.

Have a nice evening.

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Oh, hi.

Hi. Sorry, I was just
looking for Zoe.

She left early.

Okay. Thanks, Martha.

She showed me the tattoo.

[ Sighs ]

Did she also tell you
what a bad mum I am?

Well, that's absolutely
not true, but no.

She just said you argued.

And I think
I owe you an apology.

What?

Martha:
I think it's partly my fault.

The tattoo.
We were talking about her dad,

and I said she should find
a way to keep him with her.

I didn't realise
how she might interpret that.

I'm so sorry.

God, no, it's --

this isn't on you.
Really, it's not.

The truth is, it's not
even about the tattoo.

Not that I approve,
because I don't.

But it's more than that.

I think it's actually my fault.

Yours?

It doesn't leave this room?

I swear.

I lied.

I don't understand.

The story about
Zoe's dad singing

"Three Little Birds" to her
when she was born.

I made it up.

I told Zoe her dad died

on the way back
from the hospital...

...but his accident
was on the way there.

He never even met her.

But how could I tell her that?

Oh, Esther.

Zoe was really struggling
with...not having a dad,

not having any memories
to hold on to.

It was a stupid
spur-of-the moment thing,

I know that,
but my daughter was hurting.

She was looking
for something, anything,

to make him feel real,

part of her life.

So I lied to her.

Said he held her in his arms,

that he sang to her
"Three Little Birds."

It wasn't much,
but it was a memory.

Their memory.

What mum wouldn't give their
child something they needed?

But it was still a lie.

And now because of it,
she's done that to her body.

How can I ever
tell her the truth?

Ah!
I didn't have time for lunch.

We've been a little worried
about you, you know.

There's no need.

Just one bite.

[ Sighs ]

Oh, I'm sorry I'm late.

Well, we were going to
choose your wedding cake,

but Humphrey has
already made a start.

He seems to like the cherry
and apricot best,

so we'll have to go with that.

I'll go make a call,
so they can get baking.

How's she been?

Slightly manic.

She won't even let me
say Richard's name,

let alone talk
about what happened.

Probably still processing.

You can see what's happening.

She's using the wedding planning
to take her mind off it.

Ah, yes, classic deflection.

We have to do something.

Really?

I mean isn't it good she's got
something else on her mind?

You think?

Well, yes.

I mean,
a wedding is a wedding.

-How bad can it be?
-I've ordered a dozen of these.

I thought we could
hang them from the ceiling,

as if they're in flight.
[ Chuckles ]

Won't that be wonderful?

Ooh. [ Chuckles ]

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[ Door opens ]

-Esther: Zoe?
-[ Door closes ]

[ Refrigerator door opens,
closes ]

[ "Three Little Birds" plays ]

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♪ Don't worry ♪

♪ About a thing ♪

♪ Because every little thing ♪

♪ Is gonna be alright ♪

♪ Is gonna be alright ♪

Okay. It's all they had left
in the shop, but...

"“On it till we vomit"”?

Yeah, probably not
quite the right vibe.

Probably not.

I'll see if I can return them.

Erm, what did you do
for your hen do?

Which one?

Any of them, I guess.

Hang on, how many did you have?

Certain things you should
never ask a woman --

her age, what she keeps
in her bedside drawer,

and how many times
she's been married.

Technically I only asked
how many hen dos you've had.

-Morning.
-Morning all.

Right. Let's try and crack
this case, shall we?

Okay, so, I think Patrick
hired someone to shoot Niamh

whist he was at his solicitor's,
giving him an alibi.

Still doesn't explain
how no one saw him.

Yes. And he only knew
about the meeting

with the solicitor that morning.

Doesn't give him much time
to hire a hitman.

-Person.
-Er, excuse me?

-Hit person.
-Person.

Hit person, yes, sorry.

And a hit person that's
a proficient archer at that.

Well, I think
Rebecca framed him.

If all the evidence
is pointing at Patrick,

but there's no way he could be
at the scene of the crime,

and if you've got Rebecca,

who definitely was
at the scene of the crime,

who has no evidence
pointing at her,

but it turns out has a major
grudge against Patrick...

Yes, but then why shoot
an innocent woman

with an arrow
just to frame Patrick?

And how would she get
the bow and arrow without a key?

There must be a simpler way
to set him up,

if that was her intention.

People do desperate things
in desperate situations.

And you said yourself

that Rebecca
was maybe hiding something.

Yes, you're right.

Perhaps we should go
and find out what that is.

-Ugh.
-Humphrey: Come along.

Er, I'll be there in a sec.

Erm, can I ask you
a personal question?

You can ask.

Do you regret
getting your tattoos?

Only one, for reasons
I will never divulge.

For the rest,
it's all part of my journey,

part of who I am.

Why?

You thinking of getting one?

Oh, no, not me, no.

I just wondered.

-[ Both chuckle ]
-At last!

-Wow, at last, eh?
-Activist: Great.

[ Chuckles ]

There you go.

Cheers.

Sorry if we're interrupting.

Well, no. No, I --

I was actually wondering
how she is, the woman I found.

-She'll be fine.
-Oh, thank God.

-So, what are we celebrating?
-Well, as of this morning, erm,

the council
have finally rejected

Patrick Kirby's
development plans.

The peregrines
can now live in peace.

Ah.

And what made them
change their minds?

Rebecca: Well, we finally
found proof of the nesting site.

Sergeant. Same as the eggshell
piece we found at the scene.

When was this taken?

I -- Er...

Er...

-May I?
-Y-Yes, go ahead.

[ Camera whirs ]

[ Button beeping ]

I took it yesterday morning.

So you weren't just out walking.

-Not quite.
-Humphrey: What were you doing?

I was doing
what needed to be done.

The photo was taken
at 8:27 A.M.

Yes.

So you heard the scream
directly after taking the photo?

Hm. That's convenient timing.

I suppose it was.

You're clearly a good person,
Miss Thompson,

but I can't imagine it will
sit well on your conscience

if the perpetrator
of the attack on Niamh Kirby

got away with it
because you got the time wrong.

I was desperate.

I had to prove
that the peregrines

were nesting on the moor.

You were out planting evidence.

So what time did you
actually hear the scream?

About ten past eight.

I thought it was
probably nothing,

but I got the photos
and ran straight over,

just in case,
and then I found her.

We'll need you to go
into the station

to revise your statement.

Rebecca:
Yes, of course. I'll --

I'll just finish up and --
and head straight over.

I'm sorry.
I -- I feel terrible.

But sometimes it's necessary

to take drastic action
for the greater good.

[ Sighs ]

What time did Patrick arrive
at his solicitor's yesterday?

Er, she said he got there
at 8:30.

8:30.

So if Rebecca heard
the scream at 8:10,

would that give Patrick
enough time to shoot Niamh

and get to his solicitor's
for 8:30?

Do we know
the solicitor's address?

Er, oh, yes,
I've got it somewhere.

Erm...phone.

[ Sighs, clears throat ]

So it's an 18-minute
drive from the moor

to his solicitor's.

That's tight, but doable.

Either way, we've definitely got
enough evidence to take him in.

Can you pick up Patrick?

I should go and update Niamh.

Esther: No problem.

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[ Groaning ]

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[ Scoffs ]

I suppose you think
this is funny.

[ Siren wails ]

I know I'm banging on
about birds all day long,

but they would love it
because they eat moths

and they love a spider,
which is, you know...

-Niamh: [ Laughs ]
-Lewis: I haven't finished.

I've got things --
I've got things to do.

I've still got a lot
of things --

Erm, okay, the sound,
the cheep-cheep-cheep sound...

[ Gearshift clicks,
engine shuts off ]

[ Cellphone ringing, vibrating ]

Oh, phones.

[ Sighs ]

Hello?

Er, the forensic results
are back from the bow and arrow.

Great. Go ahead.

Er, are you alright?

-Oh, yeah, I'm just blowing --
-Oh, no.

Er, bubbles.

Bubbles?

Er, yeah.
Er, no fingerprints found,

which means the perpetrator
likely, er, wiped them clean,

-or wore gloves.
-Humphrey: Right.

Why bother to wear gloves when
your bow has your name on it?

Anything else?

Kelby: Er...

They found traces
of wood fibres on the nock.

The nock?
The end of the arrow?

Exactly.
There's a diagram here

which shows
where the traces are.

Er, I'll send you
the report over.

Wood fibres?

Just the nock, though?

-Kelby: Yeah, looks like it.
-Okay.

I'm at Niamh Kirby's house.

Let's pick this up later.

Wood fibres.

Bubbles?

-Sorry about the mess.
-Oh, no, not at all.

Oh, can I offer you
a cup of tea?

No, no, I'm fine, thank you.

-[ Sighs ]
-Oh.

Niamh:
That's my husband Lewis.

He used to make
these films of the moor,

documenting all the wildlife,
change of seasons,

that sort of thing.

He made a lot of them,
I can see.

I watch them now
so I don't forget him.

You've caught me
on a good day, Detective.

My Aunt Mary has dementia.

So I hope I have
some small understanding

of what it must
be like for you.

I only wish I could offer you
some words of comfort.

Well, sometimes
there are no words.

You know, it's not true
that Lewis went to...

[ Scoffs ]

Montana.

Niamh: That's what
Patrick claimed, isn't it?

But Lewis hated flying.
The metal plate in his leg

would always set off
the security thingy,

and -- and --
and he always got airsick.

He was happy here.

He -- He loved the moors.
He loved me. I know he did.

-I'm sorry.
-Oh, please, don't be.

It must be so hard for you to --
to lose him like that,

to not know where he is,
whether he's safe.

Thank you.

You're very kind, Detective.

You know, perhaps I will stay
for that cup of tea,

but I will make it.

Just point me
in the right direction.

-Oh, just through there.
-Great.

[ Humming ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Sighs ]

♪♪

[ Whispers indistinctly ]

Archery club.

♪♪

-Oh.
-Tea.

-Thank you.
-Yes.

Niamh: [ Sighs ]

Are you married, Detective?

Oh, er, I'm --

well, as a matter of fact,
we tie the knot next week.

-Oh, how wonderful.
-Yes.

When we got married,
it was just the two of us.

We borrowed a couple of
strangers to be our witnesses.

I am so sorry, Mrs Kirby,
but I must get on.

Of course.
I'm sorry to have kept you.

Erm, did you say
why you were here?

No.

Sorry.

We arrested Patrick Kirby.

[ Gasps ]

Thank you, Detective.

Please, don't thank me yet.

♪♪

Come on, pick up,
pick up, pick up.

-Esther.
-Esther: Sir.

Hi. Can you meet me
up on the moor?

Oh, bring an arrow, please.

♪♪

♪♪

If a tree falls in a forest

but no one is there to hear it,
does it make a sound?

What?

We've been looking
at this all wrong, Sergeant.

If someone was shot
with an arrow

but no one is there to shoot it,

then they probably
weren't shot at all.

-Is that the arrow?
-Er, yeah.

Sorry, it was the best
I could find.

Great.
That should do the trick.

How tall would you say
Niamh Kirby is? 5'4", 5'5"?

I guess. That would make her
a bit shorter than me.

So shoulder height
would be about here.

[ Sighs ]

Oh, yes, found it.
Here, look at this.

Found what?

You were right to flag the tree,
but not in the way you think.

Wood fibres.

Unless you were looking
specifically for it,

it would just appear
as an innocuous nick.

-You've lost me.
-Niamh has been adamant

all along that Patrick
killed her husband

and lied about Lewis
signing over the land,

but no one ever believed her.

So when she found out
she had dementia,

she realised she would soon
forget everything --

her husband, her theory on
his disappearance -- everything.

So I believe Niamh
was seeking justice

and protecting
Lewis' beloved moor.

-You think Niamh framed Patrick?
-I think Rebecca is right.

Sometimes it's necessary
to take drastic action

for the greater good.

It didn't seem relevant
at the time,

but when we were
at Patrick's office,

I noticed that both Patrick
and Lewis' names

were on the licence
for the club,

which means they were
joint owners before.

Which means
Lewis had a set of keys.

Exactly. And that's why he said
no one else had a set of keys,

because as far as he was
concerned, Lewis was gone.

Now, when I went
to visit Niamh earlier,

she had a box
of Lewis' belongings.

I believe she found a set
of keys for the archery club,

and that's when the idea formed.

The night before the incident,

she used the keys
to enter the archery club,

and take Patrick's bow and arrow
before anyone would notice,

wearing gloves to avoid
leaving prints.

Then, I believe Niamh
planted the bow in the bush,

knowing it was only a matter
of time before someone found it.

Then, all Niamh had to do

was to use the force
of her body weight

to push the arrow
into her shoulder.

The perfect non-fatal injury.

Aah!

Humphrey: It would take
considerable strength,

but as the doctor confirmed,
she was strong.

I think Niamh then
distanced herself from the tree

so as not to
draw attention to it,

but moments later
passed out from the pain.

And she probably
would have known that

this is the time of day when
Patrick takes his daily walks.

Precisely.

She already had the threatening
letter from Patrick,

so she just needed to allow all
the evidence to point to him.

It's probably rubbish.
Throw it away.

There was no way
she could have foreseen Rebecca

lying about the time
she heard the scream

and about Patrick's meeting
with his solicitor.

Otherwise, her plan
may well have worked.

But to injure
yourself like that?

I mean she could have died.

I suppose, in Niamh's head,
she had nothing left to lose.

This was her last chance
to make Patrick pay

for what she was convinced
he'd done.

-It all seems so tragic.
-I know.

Which means
Patrick is innocent,

and Niamh did all that
for nothing?

She did it for love.

Yeah, well...

I guess we're
all guilty of that.

Hm. We'd better
go and release Patrick.

I was so sure he'd done it.

He's just got
that air about him.

Yeah, he did.

♪♪

Esther: I'll tell Patrick
he's free to leave.

Humphrey: Yes.

Great.

Or...

...could we hold him
for a bit longer?

Why?

-What if Niamh was right?
-That Patrick killed Lewis?

She's been adamant all along.

Enough to frame him.

Margo, can you find out
who Patrick Kirby's surveyor is,

and get a copy of the report
for his hotel development?

On it.

And if Niamh is right,
I think I know where Lewis is.

So you don't think he's off grid
in a national park somewhere?

-Montana.
-Exactly.

I remember '‘cause it was
the name of my first hamster.

R.I.P. Montana.

Humphrey: But when we were
speaking to Patrick yesterday,

he said Lewis
was in California.

Easy mistake, I suppose.
It was a long time ago.

And that's what I thought
at the time,

but then I saw the videos
of Lewis at Niamh's house,

and, I don't know,
I believe her.

I believe her.

Now, I don't think he just would
have upped and left like that.

And look, here.
Look.

Patrick said he wasn't
developing this section

because his surveyor said
there was a risk of subsidence.

But what if he lied?

What if that's where
he's buried Lewis?

But why kill his brother?

One of the age-old disputes.

Land.

Because Lewis never would have
willingly signed away his half

and allowed the development
to go ahead.

You know what my theory is?
They fought over it,

and Patrick,
accidentally or otherwise,

killed his brother,
and buried his body.

-It's not much to go on.
-You said it yourself.

He has this air about him.

-Got it.
-Subsidence risk?

Not that I can see.

Just give me one hour.
That's all I ask.

Okay, fine. One hour.

But then I'll have
to release him.

How are you gonna find a body
in all that land in an hour?

Lots of luck and a shovel?

Okay, okay, I get your point.

Right, let's look
at the evidence again.

Okay, maybe we've missed
something, right?

A clue that can pinpoint more
precisely where Lewis is buried.

♪♪

♪♪

I'm -- I'm just glad
you're here.

Niamh:
Oh, I'm glad you're here.

[ Sighs ]

Anything?

♪♪

Anything?

We've narrowed it down
to the subsidence area.

What else, what else,
what else?

Lewis loved flora.

Did Patrick plant something?
A memorial perhaps?

No, no, no, no, no.

Maybe Lewis did fly
to Montana.

That's it.

That's it, Kelby.
You're a genius!

The metal plate.

Niamh said Lewis had
a metal plate in his leg

always setting off
the security at the airport.

That's how we find him.

We need a metal detector.

Margo, can you see if there's
any detectorist clubs nearby?

Already done.
One not far from here.

Great. Call them.

Ask if someone can meet me
up on the moor, pronto.

Someone who's not
too squeamish, perhaps.

The rest of you, just keep
looking for something.

Anything.

53 minutes!

♪♪

[ Katherine Priddy's "Indigo"
plays ]

♪♪

♪ In those indigo eyes,
there's a child that hides ♪

♪ And the stars they call out
to their runaway bride ♪

♪ Oh, you ♪

[ Metal detector beeping
steadily]

♪♪

[ Beeping rapidly ]

♪ Oh, come home now, darling,
the journey is done ♪

♪ Your troubles are old
for a body so young ♪

[ Grunting ]

♪ You were the first and
the last to climb up the tree ♪

♪ You slept in her branches,
you whispered that she ♪

♪ Had been there from the first,
she'd be there till the end ♪

♪ And you'd weave her your
stories of myths and pretend ♪

They're taking Lewis'
remains to the mortuary.

Hopefully, the pathologist will
be able to tell us how he died,

but I will promise you

we will get to the truth
of what happened.

I'm so sorry for all
the trouble I've caused.

I just felt like
I had no other choice.

Lewis was my life.

When I got my diagnosis,
I became desperate.

Once my memory is gone,
so is he.

I needed to make things right
somehow before that happened.

I hope you can understand.

I'm only sorry you had to wait
so long to lay this to rest.

To say thank you doesn't
quite seem enough.

Sometimes there
are no words.

♪♪

Take care.

♪♪

[ Crying ]

♪♪

♪ The earth will forget you,
to the stars you are known ♪

♪ And when this life's over
they'’ll herald you home ♪

♪ Home ♪

How'd it go?

Patrick claims
it was an accident.

-They were fighting.
-Yeah?

And Lewis slipped,
cracked his head on a rock.

He panicked and buried him,
then seized the opportunity

to falsify the
land-ownership documents.

-Who needs enemies, eh? Ha!
-Mm.

You coming?

Actually, I'll see you there.

There's just something
I've got to do first.

Why is everyone
always so mysterious?

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Keyboard clacking ]

Esther: Is that
all you're having?

I can make you something hot.

I'm fine, thanks.

I was doing something.

Wasn't turned on.
No green light.

I'm a detective.

[ Sighs ]

Sorry.

For being a detective?

For getting mad at you
when I promised I wouldn't.

I was just a bit...

shocked.

I just thought you of
all people would get it.

-I do get it.
-Zoe: Do you?

I reacted to the tattoo
because you're so young,

and it's illegal.

But it stopped me seeing
what it meant to you...

...how important it was.

It was really pretty, though.

Can I see it again?

[ "Three Little Birds" plays ]

♪ I rise up this morning ♪

Esther: Hm.

♪ Smiled with the rising sun ♪

♪ Three little birds ♪

-Zoe: [ Gasps ]
-Oh! It really hurts.

I don't believe it.

Neither do I.

Look at it.
It's us, isn't it?

Three little birds --
you, me, and Dad.

Oh, come here.

I'm sorry, Mum.

I love you.

♪ About a thing ♪

♪ Because every little thing ♪

♪ Is gonna be alright ♪

Martha:
What happened to you?

Er, long story.

Er, what are you doing here?

Mum rang, asked to meet me here.
Said it was important.

Kelby rang me. Said there was...

-We've been set up.
-We've been set up.

Okay.

[ Chuckles ] Come on.

Okay.

Together: Surprise!

[ Laughs ]

Welcome to your stag do.

-Hen do.
-Hag do.

You know, technically,
I could arrest you all

-for impersonating an officer.
-I'd like to see you try.

-Sex on a beach?
-Er, excuse me?

Oh, er, I got you a cocktail.

It's just like the real thing.

The decoration,
not the, erm, sex on the --

All budget and time would allow.

So do you like it?

Well, I could have done
with a little heads up,

-so I could change.
-Oh, I've got just the thing.

Whey!

Not exactly what I had in mind,
but I'll take it.

Kelby: [ Chuckles ]

I take it
there wasn't a break-in.

Hey, the only thing stolen
around here was Martha's heart.

[ Chuckles ] Good one!

Come on, let's go get a drink.

She's still, er,
processing, I see.

So it seems.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Laughs ]

-You okay?
-Yeah.

Some cases hit you harder
than others, I suppose.

We're so lucky, Martha.

Not just to have each other,
but...

to be surrounded
by people who love us.

Whoo!

Even my slightly manic mother?

Well, you know what,

if your mum needs to channel
her anger and frustration

or whatever it is she's going
through into our wedding,

then so be it.

Even if we have plastic swans
dangling from the ceiling?

-Even that.
-I don't know.

I think we should talk to her.

Okay, but not tonight.

Tonight is for getting on it
till we vomit!

Together: Whey!

Best get the shots in, then.

[ People cheer ]

And that is why
I'm marrying you.

Shots, please!

Yeah, shots, please,
give us shots!

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪