[Dog barking in distance] [Doorbell rings] [Rustling, thud] [Footsteps depart] ♪ -[Gasps] ♪ -♪ There once was a place with my little lovely ♪ ♪ Wey hey ho ♪ And I'll seek and I'll search, and I know that I'll find it ♪ ♪ Wey hey ho ♪ I know the wind, she blows ♪ ♪ I know the tides are low ♪ ♪ But you'll find me at the white post ♪ ♪ You'll find me at the white post ♪ -Question nine.

"How many bones are there in a shark's body?"

-It's a trick question.

-I've seen a shark skeleton.

-It's all cartilage.

There's no bones.

-It looked like bones.

All right.

-Last question.

"How many referees rule an official fencing match?"

I repeat... -No way.

-..."how many referees rule an official fencing match?"

-Two assisting referees, one main.

-Are you kidding me?

-He fences.

-I am actually a fencer -- well, level two.

I also referee at domestic cadet and junior competitions.

-Isn't life full of surprises?

-And there we have it, folks.

Round complete.

Get yourself a drink, and we'll be back in five.

-Very impressive.

Well done.

-I'll get another round, then, shall I?

Same again?

-Thank you.

-Do you want a hand, mate?

-Um, I'm all right.

-Just nipping to the ladies'.

-Okay.

-Can I get another round, please?

-[Laughs] -Can I get, um, yeah, a whiskey, as well, yeah?

Double.

♪ ♪ -Fibber.

-Honestly, she's really nice.

-Oh, "honestly" my ass.

Every time you tell a fib, you blink like it's going out of fashion.

Charlie's just the same.

-Jenna's a mate of Brodie's.

Nothing happened, okay?

-Watch this.

Charlie?

-Yeah?

-Are you and Ruby getting on all right?

-[Chuckles] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

We're fine.

We're fine.

-You see?

We both know it's like the War of the Roses between them, so, for the last time, you do not like Kat.

-Well, she's good for Mike.

-Oh, bollocks.

-Oh, Mum, just drop it.

Okay, me and Mike, it's over.

We're all just moving on.

-Uh-oh.

-What now?

-Molly Stratton.

-She's all right.

-She's not.

She's public enemy number one.

She's decided to sell her mum's pub, and put it on the open market.

So we'll be crawling with developers.

-I thought the town were buying it back?

-Well, so did the town.

-Pearl.

-Yeah.

-Can I have a word?

-Sure.

In my office?

-The notes started a few weeks ago.

It's all a bit childish, really.

Sometimes left on the doorstep, sometimes through the letterbox.

-I don't think I can help you with this.

Sorry.

-This coffee's a bit... -What?

-Cold.

Sorry.

-[Sighs] This isn't gonna work.

-Okay, hang on.

Look.

I am sorry.

The notes are just starting to get a bit more... threatening.

Then, last night, a dead seagull was left on the doorstep.

-Well, maybe a fox left it there.

-No.

A note was attached.

-Who do you think's doing it?

-There are a few people who are a bit upset.

The Save The Dolphin Pub action group, mainly.

-Who's that?

-The Doodys.

They own the bookshop.

They started this bloody committee.

They came to see Mum towards the end, and we all agreed we'd sell the pub back to the town.

-Well, what changed, then?

-Well, since Mum died, the property market's gone mad, hasn't it?

-Ah.

-I need to open it up.

Put the pub on the open market.

-Well, what about the promise that you made?

-No, Mum would understand.

This is my future.

I can... finally move on.

[Paper rustles] There are more notes.

♪ -And you haven't been to the police about this?

-No.

It's just some local with a bee in their bonnet.

-Well, it's a big bee.

-There's, um... an open day today... at the pub.

The estate agent's bringing in all the prospective buyers for best and final offers.

I suppose whoever... is doing this might be there.

-Okay.

I'll come, keep an eye out.

Let's find out who your new best friend is.

-What did she want?

-She hired me.

-What?

Molly Stratton is radioactive.

-She's being threatened.

-Yes, that's because she's letting down her mum.

-Look, I hate to say this, but it is her pub, despite what the town think.

Look, I don't want that place to go to grubby developers, either, but she's being threatened, and it's not right.

♪ -Save The Dolphin!

[Horn honks, indistinct shouting] -Hi, Molly.

-Oh.

Hi, Pearl.

Yep, that's them -- the Doodys, the leaders of the action group.

-Okay, I've got to go.

Oh.

Sorry I'm late.

Couldn't find anywhere to park.

And then, my Dad rang me.

-Lauren, this is Pearl.

Pearl's here for... -Moral support, really.

-Lovely to meet you.

-And you.

-Well, I think we'll have offers by the end of the day.

Just depends on how far you wanna push everyone.

-As far as we can.

-Not too far, please.

I've got to see some profit.

Elliot Lloyd.

We buy an old boot, break it up, turn it into lots of little glass slippers.

-Oh, very nice.

-Elliot, we spoke on the phone.

I'm Lauren Foster, the new manager at Foster's Estate Agent.

-Oh, yeah, I heard old flash Alan's retired.

Polishing his golf clubs, is he?

Hope he's trained you up.

-He has.

Have no fear.

Oh, and, uh, this is Molly, the vendor.

-It's great to have you here.

-Hey.

I'm your man.

This is gonna be a landmark development.

Not just stunning apartments, with gym, owner's lounge, work pods.

-Oh, Christ.

Still they continue to come like ants, these DFLs, wiping away every last crumb of Old Whitstable.

You know, you've stolen the town from beneath our feet.

-He doesn't care, Tony.

-Look, don't panic yet.

I've still gotta get planning onside.

I mean, it's nothing that a bottle of champagne and a few solar panels on the plans doesn't sort out, so... We could do the deal now, if you like.

-It's all about money, isn't it?

-I mean, shall I lie and say, "No, it's not"?

Molly, let me pick your brains.

So, 'cause you know the place... -The community could still raise their offer, Mrs.

Doody.

-Yeah.

-Hello, Freya.

-What you doing here, Pearl?

-I'm here with Molly.

-Lucky you.

-She's been getting some anonymous threatening notes.

Don't know anything about that, do you?

-I haven't written any threatening letters to Molly, no.

-She hasn't been to the police yet, but, I mean, technically, it is harassment.

-Can't help.

Sorry.

-We don't know what you're talking about.

I tell you what, I wish I'd have thought of it.

Will you excuse us?

-See you later.

[Indistinct conversations] ♪ -Hello, Winnie.

Thought you'd be here.

-Hello, Pearl.

♪ -Do you want me to get you a cup of tea?

-I'd prefer a sherry from the bar.

-[Laughs] -Those Doodys are a bit full-on, aren't they?

-They're trying, though.

I wanted to show my support.

-Yeah, 'course.

-They'd do anything to save this pub.

-I'll make sure you get that sherry.

Excuse me a minute.

Got your best and final offer in?

-Yeah.

I'm not too sure I'll have that much luck.

-Well, you never know.

I'm Pearl, by the way.

-Sammy.

-So, all offers are now in.

-What are they?

[Cellphone ringing] -[Sighs] I better get this.

-Good luck.

-Hold on.

[Lauren whispers indistinctly] [Indistinct conversations] -Mr.

Lloyd.

The pub is yours.

-The right choice, Miss Molly.

The right choice.

Can I have those, uh, bubbles I ordered, please?

Thank you, my darling.

This wouldn't have happened without you.

How about you, Grandma?

Do you want some bubbles?

-Whoo!

-Oh, there.

I woke her up.

-Cheers!

-Tony, darling, grab a glass.

This won't drink itself.

The Dolphin is mine, sir.

Here's to the future.

-Cheers.

-Tell you what, smartass, this won't be the last of it.

♪ ♪ [Birds squawking] ♪ ♪ -Fisherman found him this morning.

-Do we know who it is?

-That developer.

-There's no sign of foul play.

-Yeah.

Just give me a sec.

I was wondering when you'd turn up.

One SOCO tent, a few coppers, and there she is.

What do you want?

-What happened?

-Don't know yet.

-Murder?

-Not ruling it out.

-Elliot Lloyd?

-Can't answer that, Pearl.

-I met him yesterday.

He's a right piece of work.

He was buying The Dolphin.

No?

It's a pub.

He was the highest bidder.

There was a few of 'em after it.

What are the injuries?

-That's all you're getting.

Now I've got a crime scene washing itself away by the minute.

I've gotta go.

-All right, Pearl.

-All right, Nikki.

What are the injuries?

-Head wound, broken leg, probably more.

-Nikki.

-What?

-Sorry.

My fault.

-Guv, they're ready to bring in the deceased now.

-Right.

-No sign of his phone, but his wallet was intact.

-Right.

-Forensics reckon he's not been dead long -- a few hours, maybe.

-Weird.

When I was with him yesterday, he was half cut.

-You really should be going now.

-I think you need me around.

-And why is that?

-Because if this is a murder, I know who all your suspects are.

♪ ♪ -Same writing on all?

-Yeah.

Looks like it.

-Right, we need to check these for prints and DNA.

-This has got to be to do with that pub, Mike.

It has to be.

There's people in this town that really care about that place passionately, and they'll do anything to preserve it.

-Who's "they"?

-The Doodys.

They run a local bookshop.

Molly's mum promised their community group the pub, right?

And then, Molly changed her mind.

They went mad.

They set up a Save The Dolphin campaign group.

Then, there's Sammy Grady.

He's a chef.

He was having a massive row with someone on the phone outside at the open day.

And they were all outbid by our friend Elliot Lloyd.

So, my first stop would be the Doodys and then Sammy Grady.

Oh, and there's a dead seagull in a bin bag in my shed, all to do with this note business.

-All right, well, I'll get this lot over to the lab, and, uh... I'll take it from there.

Cheers, Pearl.

-Have you thought about the tide times yet?

The street, the strip where you found him, it's got a unique current formation.

It's got two shorelines.

It's 'cause of conflicting currents.

It means that you can be pretty specific about when and how he got there.

And how do you know that someone didn't carry him down there?

It's half a mile long.

I mean, it'd be easier to kill someone on the beach, and let the tide do the hard work.

So, have you got last night's tide times?

-We're getting them now.

-This is a murder investigation, Mike.

Chop-chop.

I'll meet you at the Doodys' in an hour, yeah?

♪ -You're a bloody pain in the ass.

-That girl's got blood on her hands.

None of this would have happened if she hadn't been so set on selling the pub to that worm.

-Thing is, that worm is dead now.

-Yeah.

Good riddance.

-You seem very angry, Mrs.

Doody.

-Not angry, just sad.

And I know what you're doing, Detective.

I didn't kill him.

-And what about these letters that were sent?

-I've already told her, we didn't write any letters.

-What were you doing last night?

-We had a book group.

Here.

We've been reading "It" by Stephen King.

It's quite the frightener, it is, too.

The entire group can verify that I was here.

-And after that?

-We did a stock-take into the night.

Um... I've no idea what time I went to bed, but it was -- it was jolly late.

-Have you got CCTV cameras here after hours?

-No.

They're -- They're not working at the moment.

-Yeah, 'course they're not.

-Very thorough.

Writing reviews of all the recent releases.

-Oh.

That was Tony's idea.

We divvy them up.

Half each.

[Bell jingles] Excuse me.

Hello, there.

How can I help?

[Indistinct conversation] -You can't do that.

-You can't.

I can.

-Hey, Guv?

-Yeah.

-Elliot Lloyd was out celebrating till late.

Apparently, the owners at The Hotel Continental had to ask him to leave the bar.

At 1:05 a.m., we've got him on CCTV, stumbling out.

Heads in the direction of Tankerton, where he was staying, but then we lose him.

-Well, we're missing something.

Keep looking.

I've gotta go.

I've got a meeting.

I'll, uh, catch you later.

-Sure.

[Scoffs] [Bell jingles] -Elliot Lloyd's been murdered.

-Murdered?

-Had you ever met him before yesterday?

-Um... No.

Sorry.

One sec.

Hi, Dad.

[Man speaking indistinctly] Yeah, no, I can't talk right now.

I'm with someone.

Yes.

Yes, I-I put the board outside.

Yeah.

Okay.

All right.

I've got to go.

Okay.

-Bye-bye.

-Bye.

Sorry.

-Dads.

-Yeah.

It's exhausting.

-So, Elliot Lloyd.

-Oh, yeah, um... Based in London.

Uh, buys properties in tourist towns.

Um, he's got a bit of a reputation, certainly.

-Mm.

And who was the next highest bidder?

-Uh, Sammy Grady.

-Do you know where I can get ahold of him?

-Uh, I think I've just got a family address for him in Lincolnshire, but I do know he's staying in Whitstable somewhere.

-Mm.

-I've got a mobile number for him.

I mean, strictly speaking, I shouldn't be giving it to you, but... [Bell jingles] -Have you heard about Elliot Lloyd?

-Yeah.

Pearl just told me.

-So, what happens now?

-Well, there'll be a postmortem and an investigation.

-No, I mean about my pub.

The sale.

-Wow, Molly.

You're a motivated seller, I'll give you that.

-You've got plenty of options.

Other buyers are waiting.

-Pearl?

-Kat.

Hi.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

-Uh, we are finally getting our own place.

Can't wait, can we?

-Yeah.

-Wow.

That's exciting.

Bye, then.

[Chuckles] [Bell jingles] ♪ -Hi.

This is Sammy Grady.

Leave me a message.

-Hi, Sammy.

This is Pearl Nolan.

I'm working on behalf of Molly Stratton.

Do you think you could give me a call back?

♪ ♪ [Birds squawking] -Ooh.

Hello, sailor.

I like it.

Where are you off to?

-I'm having a romantic night in with the man of my dreams.

We're getting a takeaway.

Pearl, I want to say something.

-Not now, please, Mum.

Tom makes me happy.

-Pearl.

Pearl.

I'm happy for you.

Really.

-Right.

Okay.

-And...that guy, the chef, the one who wanted to buy The Dolphin.

What's he called?

Sammy... -Sammy Grady?

-That's right.

Well, I've found out where he works.

The Neptune.

-Oh.

I love you.

-At last.

[Line ringing] -Hello?

-Tom, it's me.

Um, change of plan.

How about we meet at The Neptune in about half an hour?

-Sure.

See you there!

-Oh, now I've gone and ruined your romantic night in.

-Well, sod that.

I've got work to do.

Thank you.

♪ -Um, you work really hard -- a bit too hard, sometimes -- and I just wanna share the load, you know?

So, how about we make a deal?

I'll cook for you, say, twice a week?

Like, Mondays and Wednesday.

Not Wednesdays.

I've got hot yoga.

But Mondays and Thursdays, or -- or something?

I mean, I'm not saying I'm the greatest cook in the world, but, you know, I could -- it's a gesture.

Pearl?

-Yeah.

Same again?

-Sure.

-Same again, please.

-Sure.

-That was delicious.

Thank Sammy for me.

-Oh, Sammy's not on tonight.

Called in sick.

-Oh, no.

-I said to him, "It's probably the breakfasts at The Bramford."

Given him food poisoning.

-Is he staying at The Bramford?

Poor guy.

I'd rather sleep on an oyster bed.

-Always on call.

It's all right.

I'm getting used to it now.

♪ Another chip.

-Ever seen a ghost?

-Bloody hell.

-Caretaker died in one of the rooms last year.

-Yeah?

-You'd have to be pretty skint or pretty desperate to have to stay there.

-I can believe that.

-How's the house hunting going?

-Not brilliant.

Everything sells so bloody fast.

-Oh.

That's all the Londoners coming down, buying everything up.

-Yes.

Point taken.

-Hi, there.

I'm D.C.

Mike McGuire.

Can you tell me if there's a Sammy Grady staying here, please?

-Oh.

Is he in trouble?

-Nothing to worry about.

What room is he in?

-Uh, he's in room 510, on the first floor.

-Cheers.

-You look tired, Sammy.

-Yeah.

I'm, uh, doing double shifts at the pub at the moment.

100-hour weeks.

It's just a -- just a bit intense.

-If you can buy a pub, surely you can rent somewhere decent?

-Oh, it's all borrowed.

I'm treading on very thin ice.

[Chuckles] -You really needed that pub.

-Yeah.

I didn't kill anyone.

[Door opens, baby crying] Oh.

This -- Oh, this is my wife, Bella, and our daughter.

It's the police.

They're just asking a few questions.

-Hi.

-Hey.

-Um, what did you do after the open day?

-Uh, well, when I left The Dolphin, I went -- I went back to work.

And I was there till, what, midnight?

-Yeah.

He was back by 12:30.

-I'm sorry to ask, but who was it you were you arguing with on the phone outside?

-We, uh, couldn't agree on how much to offer.

-He went in far too low.

He's never bold enough.

-I'm sorry that you missed out.

Whose are those?

Hmm?

-Oh, they're just mine.

Bad back lifting baby, you know?

Thanks.

-Yeah.

Sorry.

We'll get off.

-No worries.

Listen, I'm sorry we couldn't be more help.

-No worries.

Thank you so much.

-All right, cheers.

Thank you.

[Baby crying] See you.

-We need to check the CCTV.

-You don't believe Bella?

-Those pills are amitriptyline.

You take 'em at night, and they knock you out.

If she was on those painkillers, there's no way she'd know whether he was in that room or not.

-Okay.

That bit is true.

Home from work.

-Push it on a bit.

-Nothing.

Oh.

-Well, well, well.

-I went for a walk.

-A walk?

-Well, yeah.

Bella and I were arguing 'cause I'd lost the pub.

I mean, you've seen where we're living.

The baby's crying all the time.

We're both really stressed.

I'm working God knows what hours under the sun to try and get out of there.

So, I went to get some fresh air.

I went for a walk.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

-We're gonna need you to stay in town, Mr.

Grady.

And if you think of anything else that you might have forgotten to tell us, don't hesitate to call, yeah?

-Yeah.

-I'm telling you, Sammy Grady had time.

It only takes 10 minutes to walk from The Bramford to Tankerton Beach.

Elliot left the Continental just after 1:00.

Maybe Elliot and Sammy just ran into each other, got into one about the pub, and it kicked off.

-Maybe.

But we still need to see where Sammy went for his night walk.

-The landlord at the Continental said Elliot Lloyd was texting a lot while he was drinking.

-Still no luck with his phone?

-No.

Apparently, it was a burner phone, so no links to his other devices.

-He was a bloody developer.

What do you expect?

-Mm-hmm.

-What's that?

-I nicked some notes from Sammy and Bella's room.

-You're unbelievable.

-Well, they don't match anyway, so it was a waste of time.

-Hello?

All right?

Yeah.

[Laughs] Yeah, go on.

-He's actually smiling.

-He's laughing.

-Right.

No, I'm just at work, yeah.

-Weird.

[Both laugh] -I've gotta go.

I've really got -- Yeah, yeah.

All right.

Bye-bye.

[Clears throat] -Timecode -- 1:32.

-Here we go.

There he is by the harbor.

Then, he's walking in the direction of Tankerton.

What?

He goes straight back to The Bramford.

-So he didn't head to Tankerton.

Went straight back to his hotel.

Brilliant.

Well, that leaves us with absolutely nothing.

-Look at that camera.

That's The Dolphin.

-Hi.

This is Molly.

Leave your name and number, and I'll get back to you.

-Pearl.

-You're working late.

-Yeah.

It's quiet.

No phones.

-Quick question -- who's got keys to The Dolphin?

-Uh, me and Molly, I think.

-Right.

It's just, I was watching some security camera footage from the other night, and... well, a light went on just after half 1:00 in the morning.

That wasn't you, was it?

-[Laughs] You're joking, right?

-Sorry.

Just had to ask.

-Well, if at all possible, I try to sleep between the hours of 12:00 and 5:00.

-'Course.

Just, I-I can't get hold of Molly.

I couldn't borrow your key, could I?

I just wanna check everything's alright.

-Promise you'll return it?

-Yeah.

Of course.

Thanks, Lauren.

[Bell jingles] [Lock clicks] -Molly?

♪ [Buttons clicking] [Line ringing] [Cellphone ringing] -This better be good.

[Glass shatters] [Door opens] Pearl?

[Line beeping] Pearl?

♪ [Line ringing] [Cellphone rings] [Buttons clicking] [Line beeping] ♪ -[Screams] -[Screams] -Molly?

-Oh, Pearl.

[Exhales deeply] -Why are you breaking into your own pub, Molly?

-Oh.

Because that's the other thing I've lost -- my keys.

-No, wait, what do you mean "the other thing"?

What's the first thing?

-Oh, just the deed to this place.

Solicitor hasn't got them.

I haven't got them.

I thought they might be here.

-So the keys have gone?

-Yeah.

Oh, yeah, the keys have gone.

I opened up on the open day, but when it came to lock up, I couldn't find them.

I mean, they must have fallen out of my pocket.

-Yeah, or someone's had 'em off you.

-Mm?

-No one's been here since the open day?

-No.

-Hmm.

So, who were the big darts players?

-Uh... Uh, the Doodys.

-Okay.

♪ -You had me worried for a minute.

-Oh, I was fine.

I was armed with a massive umbrella.

-That's not actually a recognized mode of self-defense.

-Oh, right.

Sorry.

I left my light saber at home.

-Now you're talking.

-Well, Molly lost her key to the pub on the open day.

And she knows she had it 'cause she opened up.

-You need to start talking.

This is a murder investigation.

-Yeah.

Look, it wasn't... it wasn't stealing, really.

Not -- Not really.

We, um... We swore everyone to secrecy.

-Who's everyone?

-Uh, here, the, um, Save The Dolphin... action group.

You know, we just wanted to give everyone the chance to go back to the pub.

You know, just meet up, play cards, have a drink... one last time.

-We met at 1:30 a.m.

About eight of us.

-Yeah.

And it was wonderful.

It was.

We took our own drinks in, and -- and put some music on, and... And Winnie, bless her, Winnie set her alarm, and brought her own sherry in.

It was like the old days.

-Did you play darts?

-Oh, yes.

-Who kept score?

-Uh... ...Winnie.

♪ ♪ -Mike, hang on.

Wait.

Wait.

Let me talk to her first.

-Record it.

-'Course.

♪ -I had to do something.

Leaving notes.

I don't know.

I was clasping at straws.

-And Elliot Lloyd?

-I didn't kill Elliot Lloyd.

How would I kill him?

I'd need a truck.

Look at me.

I could barely carry that bloody seagull down Molly Stratton's path.

This isn't just about saving a beautiful building or preserving the local boozer.

This is about destroying something that got us through.

That place probably saved lives.

[Ship horn blows] -You go and get Winnie, and I'll meet you at the station, all right?

-I think we've got this all wrong.

-What do you mean?

-Well, we assumed that the person that wrote the notes is the same person that killed Elliot Lloyd, but I don't think the two things are connected.

I think those notes have been a massive distraction.

-Guv, just got the call from forensics with the PM and toxicology.

Elliot Lloyd had a vast amount of alcohol in his system.

No water was found in his lungs.

-So he was dead before he hit the water.

-Exactly.

Major trauma to the head.

Fractured skull.

And get this -- six cracked ribs and internal bleeding.

It's not as simple as a fight.

It was major impact.

Something hit him.

-[Sighs] -What?

-Something Winnie said.

[Vehicle approaches] ♪ ♪ ♪ Oh, Lauren.

Lauren!

I've got your keys for The Dolphin.

-Thanks.

-Sorry.

-It's fine.

-I suppose the sale's on hold, now, is it, with all the buyers being suspects.

-Yeah.

Anything else I can help you with?

Sorry, it's just, I've got a viewing, and I've really got to go.

-It must be a drag getting the bus to your viewings.

-[Sighs] -What, you go in your trainers, and then you put your heels on when you get there, yeah?

-Yeah.

Something like that.

-It's funny, 'cause I thought you drove.

-I do.

-Why you getting the bus, then?

-Uh, the car's in... for a service.

-On the night of the murder, you said that you came back here, and worked late.

-Elliot Lloyd was popping corks like there was no tomorrow, and I was working.

And I had to get back here.

-But you had some champagne before you left?

What, a couple?

-Something like that.

-And you came back here till midnight?

-Well, it could have been 1:00-ish.

-That's a long day.

-Yeah, well, I'm the boss now.

I'm just trying to get it all done.

I mean... I wouldn't hear the last of it if I dropped the ball.

-You must have been knackered.

18-hour days -- I mean, believe me, I've been there.

It's hard to function.

-Yeah.

I'm all right.

I'll do whatever it takes to get it all done.

-What, like drive when you're so tired you can't see?

♪ Lauren?

♪ -Don't.

♪ I couldn't keep my eyes open.

And... the noise was awful.

He just... just lurched out of nowhere.

The -- The -- Into the road.

This -- This m-man.

And I thought there was a car, or -- or a wall or... -So what did you do?

-Well, I... I got out.

And... there was this heap in the road on the passenger side, and... And I saw that it was Elliot Lloyd.

I mean, of all people, bloody Elliot Lloyd.

And... ...his eyes were open, so I slapped him across the face, because I didn't know what else to do.

I mean, what do you do?

-You call the police.

Or an ambulance.

You could have called your dad, Lauren.

-The very last person I could have called.

-And you managed to get the body in the car, and no one saw?

=Just... ...put him in the car, and drove.

-Down to Tankerton slopes.

-[Sniffles] I drove down onto the beach, and... ...and pulled him out.

And I left him there, and drove off.

-Okay.

It's good that you told me.

I'll be back in a minute.

♪ [Bell jingles] ♪ -[Sighs] ♪ [Police radio chatter] -It's awful.

She was just trying to keep it all together.

Make her dad proud.

-Well, you did it again.

-Did what?

-Solved the case.

-Well, we both did.

-Yeah, make a good team, don't we?

-Yeah.

I-I'd better, um... -Yeah, me too.

Um... [Clears throat] [Bell jingles] -See you.

-Yeah.

Oh.

[Indistinct conversation] -Hey.

-Hi.

-They look happier.

-Well, they were treated to a marriage guidance session, courtesy of moi.

-You gave them couples' therapy?

-Oi.

I'm a wise old bird.

I notice things.

In fact, I'm thinking of retraining.

-Oh, don't make me laugh.

-Ah, here comes another one who needs his head examining.

-You can't say that, Mum.

-Oh, I so can.

He moves in with one person, and then he can't keep away from another.

-You all right?

You look like you need a beer.

[Bottle opens] -Thanks -- I think.

-Found a house yet?

-No.

Not yet.

-No?

Nothing out there?

-Nothing that feels like home, you know?

-You all right?

-Yeah.

Fine.

-Oh.

Well, I've heard of a pub that's going begging.

Nah, you're all right.

-All right, Molly?

-I need your advice.

-Is this relationship-associated?

Because if so, you've come to the right place.

-No.

Who do I sell the pub to?

The second and third offers were so much lower than, um... his.

-Well, what you asking her for?

-Why don't you sell it to both of 'em?

Let Sammy Grady manage the kitchen, and then him and his family can live upstairs.

And then, let the community group manage the pub.

Then, everyone's happy.

-Well, that's never gonna work, is it?

-Molly, why don't you have a drink?

On the house.

And I'll sort it out.

-Sorry, go on.

What were you saying?

-Spaghetti al polpo coming up.

All right, Mike.

Do we think that eight tentacles will be enough?

Could have gone with 16.

Thought that might be a bit too leggy.

-[Laughs] -Hello.

-Hello.

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