Beyond Paradise (2023) s02e05 Episode Script

Season 2, Episode 5

1
PIERCING SCREAM
BIRDS FLUTTER
One morning in the month of June
Down by a rolling river
That a weary traveller chanced to stay
And here beheld his lover
Her cheeks were red,
her eyes were brown
Hair in ringlets hanging dawn
She'd a lively face without a frown
just as the tide was flowing. ♪
It must have been so humiliating for her.
Ugh. I could murder h
Mum! Mm?
Oh, I was 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.
HE SIGHS
Thank you.
Morning, sleepyhead.
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.
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!
Well, 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!
PHONE RINGS
What?!
Oh, sorry, Margo. I didn't realise.
OK, thanks. On my way.
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
bird-watching.
Right, OK.
So, let's speak to our witness.
Hello. I'm Dl Goodman.
I believe you found the victim.
Th-that's correct.
Um, 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?
And what time did you find her?
Um
I can check when I made
the call to the ambulance.
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.
Huh.
Right, well,
thanks for your help, Rebecca.
We may need to talk to you
again. OK.
I no the meantime, if you can think
of anything at all that might help
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.
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,
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.
HUBBUB
Hi, there. You're in the hospital.
We're just taking you
to the operating theatre.
Where's Lewis?
Who's Lewis, love?
We can't be sure
which direction
the victim was shot from.
But, you know, even if we're dealing
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, um
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. Thank you.
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.
OK. Thank you.
Lucy, hello.
Hi, Detective, Sergeant.
You here about Niamh Kirby?
Er, we are, yes.
Um, 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.
I can give you a call
as soon as the surgeon's out,
if you like.
Er, yes, thank you, Lucy.
Good.
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 6pm sharp.
Mm?
PHONE RINGS
Derek, thanks for getting back to me.
No, that would that would
be that would be good.
Did you manage to get the?
Map of Abbott Moor and address of
the local archery club? That's the one!
Thank you.
Um, I'm sorry, Margo,
about earlier, on the phone.
We've all had one of those days.
MESSAGE ALER
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 ten years and has been trying
to push through the development
ever since.
That's the badger!
There was this case from ten years back.
The victim's husband,
Patrick Kirby's brother,
Lewis Kirby,
he went missing ten 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 and 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!
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.
Ooh, 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.
Our witness, Rebecca Thompson.
Right.
Margo, check if there's any connection
between Niamh and Rebecca.
Sergeant, let's go and speak
to Patrick Kirby.
VEHICLE APPROACHES
DOORS OPEN AND CLOSE
Here for some target practice?
Unfortunately, no.
I did always fancy a bash, though.
I can book you in for a lesson
right now, if you like.
Oh, no, thank you.
Um, no. I'm
HE GRUNTS
I'm a policeman. Dl 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 all right?
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, um,
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.
PATRICK SIGHS
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. Oh.
Er, you see,
I'd normally be taking my daily walk
around the development site.
It's a visualisation technique
I like to practise.
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.
Ah. Are these the plans here?
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.
Alibi checks out.
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.
Hmm?
Oh, yeah. Interesting.
Missing a bow, are we, Mr Kirby?
What? I
Well, it must have been stolen.
Ah. 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.
PHONE 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.
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!
I was just out bird-watching,
trying to find a
Oh
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?
Oh, a sort of a reddish-brown colour.
Yes, I know that one. Yeah.
Oh!
I'm so sorry.
No, not at all. I've got it.
Hang on, what's this?
I don't know.
It's probably rubbish. Throw it away.
Right.
Thank you.
Sorry.
Oh, that's all right.
You've been through a lot.
I'll get the nurse.
Thank you.
Leave you to rest.
Lucy?
Lucy.
Everything all right, Niamh?
Peregrine falcon!
The eggshell.
Sounds like peregrine falcon.
Thank you.
They mate for life.
Very romantic, don't you think?
Very.
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 any more,"
"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.
Hmm.
PHONE RINGS
Shipton Abbott Police Station.
How can I help?
Oh, hi, Anne.
Right.
Yeah.
Pff
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.
DOOR OPENS
Sh.
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 is the bow that's missing
from Patrick's storeroom,
he was asking about
an insurance claim earlier,
so perhaps he's marked it.
There it is.
"Property of PK."
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.
We're missing something.
What is it?
I'll get this to forensics
before they shut,
see if they can rush it through.
Wait, what time is it?
4:30.
Right, let's call it a day, shall we?
Come at it fresh from tomorrow.
Have a nice evening.
Oh! Hi.
Hi. Sorry, I was just looking for Zoe.
She left early.
OK. Thanks, Martha.
She showed me the tattoo.
SHE 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?
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, 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?
Uh! I didn't
have time for lunch.
Hmm?
Oh
SHE SIGHS
We've been a little worried
about you, you know.
There's no need.
DOOR OPENS
Just one bite.
DOOR CLOSES
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 and 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.
But you 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.
Won't that be wonderful?
Ooh!
ANNE GIGGLES
DOOR OPENS
Zoe?
FRIDGE DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
MUSIC ON PHONE: Three Little Birds.
Don't worry
About a thing
Because every little thing
ls gonna be all right
It's gonna be all right
It's gonna be all right. ♪
OK.
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.
Um, 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.
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
Morning!
Morning, all. Right.
Let's try and crack this case, shall we?
OK, so, I think Patrick
hired someone to shoot Niamh
whilst he was at his solicitor's,
giving him an alibi.
It 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 hit man.
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 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?
No, no, 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.
Come along!
I'll be there in a sec.
Um
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.
CHUCKLING
Hey. At last!
Wow! At last, eh?
Great.
There we go. Cheers.
Sorry for 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,
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?
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?
Yes, go ahead.
CAMERA WHIRS
I took it yesterday morning.
So, you weren't just out walking?
Not quite.
What were you doing?
I was doing what needed to be done.
The photo was taken at 8:27am.
Yes.
So, you heard the scream directly
after taking the photo?
SHE GULPS
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.
Yes, of course. I'll
I'll just finish up and head straight over.
I'm sorry. I
I feel terrible.
But sometimes it's necessary
to take drastic action
for the greater good.
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?
Oh, yes, I've got it somewhere.
Um
Phone.
CLEARS THROA
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.
No problem.
HE YELLS
I suppose you think this is funny!
SIREN WAILS
TV: 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
LAUGHTER
I haven't finished.
I've got things to do.
I've still got my big
OK, the sound,
the cheep-cheep-cheep sound
PHONE RINGS
Oh, phones!
Hello?
PANTING
Er, the forensic results are back
from the bow and arrow.
Great. Go ahead.
Er are you all right?
Oh, yeah, I'm just blowing
Oh, no.
..er, bubbles.
Bubbles?
Er, yeah. Er, er
No fingerprints found,
which means the perpetrator
likely wiped them clean
or wore gloves.
Right.
Why bother to wear gloves when
your bow has your name on it?
Anything else?
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.
I'll send you the report over.
Wood fibres?
Just the nock, though?
Yeah, looks like it.
OK. 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.
Oh. Ah.
It's It's an amazing
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
SHE SIGHS
Montana.
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 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, it's just through there.
Great.
HE HUMS CHEERILY
Sugar
Ah, sugar.
"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.
Um, did you say why you were here?
No.
Sorry.
We arrested Patrick Kirby.
SHE GASPS
Thank you, Detective.
No, please
don't thank me yet.
Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up.
Esther.
Sir?
Hi. Can you meet me up on the moor?
Oh, and 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.
Yeah, so shoulder height
would be about here.
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 that Niamh
was seeking justice
and protecting Lewis's 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's 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's belongings.
I believe she found a set
of keys for the archery club
KEYS JANGLE
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.
SHE SCREAMS
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.
Hmm.
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.
I'll tell Patrick he's free to leave.
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, cos it was the name
of my first hamster.
RIP, Montana.
But when we were speaking
to Patrick yesterday,
he said Lewis was in California.
Easy mistake, I suppose.
It was a long time ago.
Yeah, 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.
OK, fine. One hour.
But then I'll have to release him.
How are you going to find a body
in all that land in an hour?
Lots of luck and a shovel?
OK, OK, I get your point.
Right, let's look
at the evidence again. OK?
Maybe we've missed something, right?
A clue that can pinpoint more precisely
where Lewis is buried.
I'm just glad you're here. Ohh!
SHE SIGHS
Anything?
Anything?
We've narrowed it dawn
to the subsidence area.
What else, what else, what else?
Lewis loved flora.
Did Patrick, er, plant something?
A memorial perhaps?
No. 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!
I no those indigo eyes
there's a child that hides
And the stars, they call out to
their runaway bride ♪
STEADY BEEPING
BEEPING QUICKENS
I'll come home, my darling
The journey is done
Your troubles are old
for a body so young
You are 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's 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 Lewis to rest.
To say thank you
doesn't quite seem enough.
Sometimes there are no words.
Take care.
SHE SOBS
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!
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
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.
SHE 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.
Do you? Y
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?
SHE GASPS
Oh!
It really hurt.
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.
What happened to you?
Long story. What are you doing here?
Mum rang, asked to meet me
here. Said it was important.
Kelby rang me. Said there was
BOTH: We've been set up!
OK!
MARTHA LAUGHS
Come on.
OK!
SHUSHING
ALL: Surprise!
Welcome to your stag do!
Hen do!
BOTH: Hag do!
You know, technically,
I could arrest you all
for impersonating an officer.
I'd like to see you try.
Sex on the beach?
Excuse me?
Oh, er, the cocktail!
Well, it's just like the real thing.
The the decoration,
not the, um, sex, um
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.
Wahey!
Not exactly what I had in mind,
but I'll take it.
Ha-ha!
I take it there wasn't a break-in.
Hey, the only thing stolen
around here was Martha's heart.
Ha! Good one!
Come on, let's go and get a drink.
She's still processing, I see.
So it seems.
You OK?
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.
WHOOPING
Even my slightly manic mother?
Well, you know,
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.
OK, but not tonight.
Tonight is for getting
on it till we vomit!
CHEERING
Best get the shots in, then!
CHEERING
And that is why I'm marrying you.
Shots, please!
Yeah, shots, please!
Give us the shots!
So the next time I see you
will be at the church?
Can I tempt you with
a little physical activity?
Um Excuse me?
It's insured for £75,000.
Wow!
Where's the inspector
when you need him, eh?
Isn't it bad luck if I see you?
We need to talk.
They might be about
to close us down,
and all you can think about is
drooling over the Chief Super?
I don't drool over her!
PC Hartford?
Er, yes, Sir. Er, Ma'am.
William Hague and the bloke off
Coronation Street?
I can't do it!
Do what?
The wedding!
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