Season 2 | Episode 6

(camera shutters clicking, people talking in background) TANIKA: We're investigating the murder of Kit Harcourt, a highly successful investment banker.

♪ ♪ You didn't like him much, did you?

That's not what I said.

BECKS: Do you think Gregg is capable of murder?

URSULA: I saw a man pushed to the edge.

What's been taken?

A consignment of outboard motors.

There was something I couldn't get out of my head.

The theft and the murder were connected.

♪ ♪ (screams) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (James groaning) There's someone under there.

Why haven't you called an ambulance?

Dad!

(James breathing softly) James, are you all right?

(groans) James Wyckham?

ALICE (exhales): He's lucky to be alive.

Got away with a badly bruised arm.

He's saying it was an accident.

I don't buy it.

Harry Tynham's the one who found him, and he's got grievances against James Wyckham and Kit Harcourt.

We need to have another chat with Harry.

Sarge.

And then there's Gregg Cooper, who harbored deep resentment towards both of them, too.

We have got to find him.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ JUDITH: So, what exactly did Jackie say?

SUZIE: That James Wyckham decided to have a nosey under his boat before they got back, and it fell on him.

But he's okay?

Yeah, but Jackie's pretty shaken.

Mm.

BECKS: Suzie.

What are you doing?

We told Jackie we were on our way.

Hang on.

This boat's been abandoned.

Oh, ye of little faith.

I told you Gregg Cooper would be on a boat!

Yeah, that bed's definitely been slept in.

And there's another empty bottle on the cabin floor.

But if it is him, where is he now?

(blows out) I'd better call Tanika.

SUZIE: Come on, Jackie's waiting.

He's lucky to be alive.

It's one shock after another.

That's why we're here.

To make sure this incident isn't related to Kit Harcourt's death in any way.

Well, look, as I said, it was an accident, pure and simple.

Bottom line, I should have waited for Harry.

We understand Harry Tynham resented the fact that you didn't support him when Kit Harcourt accused him of stealing.

JAMES: The evidence was there.

I'm club commodore, so I had no choice.

This is all water under the bridge, and Harry still services our boats.

That's why I didn't think it was worth bringing it to your attention.

James likes to see the best in people.

JAMES: I really don't think this should be investigated any further.

Please.

Harry and Jackie have been through enough.

(police radios running) SOCOs are on their way.

(radios running, people talking in background) He's like the Scarlet Pimpernel.

"They seek him here, they seek him there..." Suzie did say he'd be on a boat.

All right, don't rub it in!

So, what now?

Well, what does a drinker do when he runs out of booze?

They go buy more?

Any shops this side of the river?

No, but there is a pub in staggering distance.

Come on.

JACKIE: You've got to believe me.

I was working on that boat this morning and the struts were fine.

Course they were.

(voice trembling): Dad's not capable of hurting anyone.

But the police spoke to both of us earlier.

There's something I didn't tell them.

What do you mean?

(paper rustling) Dad got a letter from the parish council that really upset him.

I found it screwed up in the bin.

It's a compulsory purchase order for the boatyard.

We're being forced out of our own business.

(exhales): No wonder he was so angry.

JACKIE: I know-- he didn't tell me, or the police.

You don't think he, he's involved, do you?

No.

(firmly): No.

Of course not.

There must be information about the application online.

I already searched it.

The applicant is Kit Harcourt.

But the rest is confidential, so... JUDITH: There are some unofficial channels that may be able to help us get to the bottom of it.

♪ ♪ Peace offering.

I shouldn't have shouted at you like that, Lesley.

Cheese, ham, and piccalilli!

You must really be sorry.

It's just that I, I'm not used to being on my own.

It makes me uneasy.

Are you saying you miss me, Dorothy?

(chuckling): Well, I wouldn't go that far.

I, I'll get some tea.

EDDINGHAM: Mrs. Potts!

Look what we turned up this morning!

(chuckling): Yes.

It's marvelous, isn't it?

And such a rare find.

You know, we once uncovered a huge cache of coins directly beneath a warlord's body in a similar dig in Norfolk.

Oh, I remember reading about it!

Really?

I'd love to hear how you found it-- uh, when you have a moment.

Right, I, I'd be delighted.

(phone ringing) Oh, excuse me.

Sorry, I have to take this.

I do hope you'll be returning forthwith.

Well, not quite yet, I'm afraid.

My duties as civilian adviser have to come first, and so far, it's all a bit of a muddle.

Perhaps you and Mrs. Eddingham can help.

You mentioned the parish council earlier.

Are both of you members?

Oh, just me.

I'm a nonelected member representing the church diocese, mainly on the admin side.

WOMAN: Mr. Eddingham!

So you have access to documents?

What's all this about, Mrs. Potts?

Well, we're looking for information relating to the murder victim at the sailing club, Kit Harcourt.

Specifically, a compulsory purchase order with this case number.

Might you consider doing a little discreet investigation on my behalf?

It's all highly confidential, but as you're virtually a bona fide police officer, I'd be failing in my duty if I didn't.

Sorry about that.

In all this excitement, so much to organize.

Oh, of course.

I wonder if I might ask you for a personal favor.

(people talking in background) (clears throat): Excuse me, we're looking for Gregg Cooper.

Oh!

Not sure how much sense you'll get out of him.

Right.

(exhales) Thanks.

Gregg Cooper?

I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Kit Harcourt.

(slurring): I don't know what you're on about.

Are you denying you had a fight with Kit Harcourt last night?

'Cause, uh, look at the state of you.

(chuckles) Yeah, we had a fight, but I came off worse than he did.

He's dead, Mr. Cooper.

Huh!

Well, if he is, then that's the best news I've heard in a long time.

Get him cuffed.

Come on.

Get your hands off me!

I didn't even know he was dead, so I can't have done it.

(handcuffs click) Make a statement at the station, Mr. Cooper.

But I'm innocent, yeah?

And I'll tell you this for nothing-- Kit Harcourt deserved everything he got!

All right, mate, that's enough of that.

Come on, let's go.

(all grunt) Come on.

♪ ♪ (whispers): Hey.

(softly): They've just arrested Gregg Cooper for murder.

No, they, they got nothing on us.

So far, so good.

HAYLEY (on phone): I'm so sorry the police are involved, Jackie.

We really didn't want that.

It's not your fault.

You do know his car's still here?

HAYLEY: Which is partly why I'm ringing-- James is worried he's left it unlocked.

Thinks he might have left his mobile in the glove box?

JACKIE: I'll check for you.

HAYLEY: Thanks, Jackie.

The car is open.

But the mobile's not in the glove box.

What about the boot?

(door closes) No, nothing here-- sorry.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ JACKIE: It's a compulsory purchase order for the boatyard.

The applicant is Kit Harcourt.

JUDITH (voiceover): There was something I couldn't get out of my head: the possibility that the theft and the murder were connected somehow.

HAYLEY: Kit said he needed photographs of members' younger selves.

I suspect he obtained it under false pretenses.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Mrs. Potts-- can I help?

Oh, I do hope so, Mrs. Wyckham.

I believe you're in charge of the club kit.

This is the kit room, my little kingdom.

How can I help?

I saw two of your members on the river this morning.

Both of them were wearing red sailing club jackets.

But the jacket caught on the drone footage was blue.

I just wondered if you could explain the significance.

Uh, blue jackets are worn by senior committee members only.

Red jackets by ordinary members.

And when Harry Tynham left the club, did he return his jacket?

I'm not sure, but I can check for you.

Thank you.

Um, is there anything else in the kit that distinguishes rank?

Yes, the club caps, um... Let me show you.

(lock turns) This is my husband's.

As commodore, his cap has three stripes.

And the rear commodore, Gregg Cooper?

His has one stripe.

I'll show you.

Oh, that's odd.

Gregg normally leaves all his kit at the club.

♪ ♪ BECKS: Judith said she'd meet us here.

I've just had a horrible thought.

If D.I.

Hoskins is coming back, well, then, we're finished, too!

Tanika's the one that appointed us.

Oh, God, I hadn't considered that.

Thank you for meeting me here!

My source will be joining us shortly.

Well, well, come on!

Well?

Spill the beans!

BECKS: What did you find out?

It turns out that only senior committee members get to wear blue sailing jackets, which narrows down our potential suspects.

All the current members have alibis, except Gregg Cooper.

However, Harry Tynham used to have a blue jacket and may have kept it.

So that just leaves Gregg and Harry in the frame.

Well, or our mystery thief.

(whispering): Psst!

Mrs. Potts.

Took some finding.

(softly): Locked away in quite the wrong place, but as parish council admin officer, I have all the keys.

You can see from these plans that Kit Harcourt's house sits above the boatyard site, but he wanted river frontage.

Marlow's holy grail.

And Harry Tynham refused his every offer.

So what happened?

Out of nowhere, the boatyard was issued an Urgent Dangerous Structure notice, and the council granted a compulsory purchase order with immediate effect.

But there's nothing wrong with that building.

Who reported it to the council?

Our chair-- James Wyckham.

So, there we have it.

Kit Harcourt got what he wanted, Harry's land, with the help of James Wyckham, who was then nearly killed in the "dangerous structure."

Mm.

There's something really off here.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (lock turns) JUDITH: It could be a coincidence, but it's now clear that Harry Tynham is being forced from the boatyard he loved by Kit Harcourt and James Wyckham.

Giving him motive to kill both Kit and James.

We just had it confirmed that one of the boat struts had been deliberately sawn through.

I knew it wasn't an accident.

Harry Tynham knew that James Wyckham was coming to inspect that boat.

(phone vibrating) Sounds like he set the whole thing up.

Hayley Wyckham has checked the spare kit cupboard at the sailing club-- Harry's jacket isn't there.

She believes he must have kept it.

(stammering): Now, I know this looks bad for Harry, but I just don't believe it!

TANIKA: We can't ignore the evidence.

Bring him in.

Sarge.

♪ ♪ (engine stops, car door closes) I've no idea where Dad is.

He never came into work and he's not at home, so I can't help you.

There's been a development, Miss Tynham-- forensics have confirmed that one of the boat struts was deliberately tampered with.

That had nothing to do with Dad, 100%.

We still need to speak to him.

So if he does get in contact, get him to call us immediately.

♪ ♪ (car engine starts, doors close) (car leaves) We have to talk.

No, it can't wait.

I need to speak to you, now.

Do I have to do this again?

We had a fight.

I walked away, end of story.

Why were you so angry?

Vice commodore was always going to be mine, no question.

Then Kit decided he wanted it for himself.

Lied and cheated to get his own way, like he always did, and the commodore fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

I felt betrayed.

At the Bounty, you said that Kit Harcourt's death was the best news you'd heard in years.

Doesn't mean I killed him.

Your DNA was found close to the scene on a bottle of Naval Gold.

Well, maybe I dropped it during the fight.

BRENDAN: And this was caught on camera at the end of the slipway about the time Mr. Harcourt was murdered.

It was containing your phone, wallet, and smart watch.

That bag was in my locker.

Well, how did it get in the river?

I've no idea!

Just one more thing, Mr. Cooper.

A blue sailing jacket was worn by the person walking away from Mr. Harcourt's dead body.

We believe that jacket belongs to you.

All of my kit was in my locker, along with the bag.

Can't you see?

Someone is trying to frame me.

(doorbell rings) The outboard motors have arrived!

Operation Colosseum is go!

And that is what, exactly?

Well, no time to explain.

Leave your bags inside-- we've got work to do.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (phone ringing out) (vibrating) (sighs) (ringing continues) ♪ ♪ SUZIE (on voicemail greeting): Hi, it's Suzie-- leave a message.

(voicemail beeps) I know who it is.

Sending proof now.

(yelps) (yelping) How on Earth did you dig that hole on your own?

I mean, covering it up was hard enough.

Professor Gifford lent me some volunteers.

Are you sure about this, Judith?

Someone could get hurt.

Well, according to the Romans, it's all perfectly safe.

It's how they trapped wild animals, unharmed, for their games.

Oh, hence Operation Colosseum.

Mm-hmm, and whoever we catch could lead us to our killer.

All we have to do now is wait.

It's like being back at Guide camp.

(chuckles) I got kicked out the Brownies for masterminding a rebellion.

(all laugh) I've never really been a joiner.

Well, you joined us.

Yeah, but you and Becks are rebels, too.

But you, you keep it under wraps.

BECKS: A rebellious vicar's wife.

I'll take that.

Got a new glow about you, Mrs. P. Really?

Suzie's right.

Coming out of retirement really suits you.

And we're not the only ones who've noticed.

Archaeology was always something I thought I'd return to when the time was right.

So, why now?

My whole world's opened up recently.

Partly thanks to you two.

It's given me the courage to embrace new experiences, rather than shy away from them.

As Confucius once said, "We have two lives, and the second begins when we realize we only have one."

I'm going to live my second life to the full.

(vehicle approaching) Amen to that.

We have a visitor.

♪ ♪ (branch snaps) (whispers): Suzie!

(vehicle door opens and closes) (footsteps rustling) ♪ ♪ (branches snap, man yells) (women gasp) (softly): Yes!

We got him!

(man whimpers, gasps) (man exhales heavily) Harry?

What are you doing?

(engine grinding) JUDITH: Becks, with me!

(engine grinding) JED: Come on!

(grunts) Come on!

(engine grinding) JUDITH: Tanika, I think we've found your thieves.

JUDITH: It's many years since I've stayed up till dawn.

BECKS: Mm, it was all worth it, though.

I'm just sorry our captive turned out to be Harry Tynham.

Could he be our killer?

I've just checked my phone, and Jackie left me a message last night.

JACKIE (on voicemail): I know who it is.

Sending proof now.

(yelping, message ends) Whatever she was sending, I didn't get it!

I've tried calling her, she ain't picking up.

I got to get over there.

JUDITH: We're coming with you!

♪ ♪ (engine stops) (car door closes) Jackie?

Jackie!

Oh, no.

Jax?

It's okay.

Can you hear us?

Jax?

BECKS: She's breathing.

SUZIE: Jax?

Ambulance, please.

(radios running in background) SUZIE: Police haven't found her phone.

If only I'd picked up her call... Oh, this isn't your fault, Suzie.

SUZIE: Feels like it.

Going to have to talk to Harry.

He'll be devastated.

At least this takes suspicion away from him.

He was with us when it happened.

SUZIE: He would never, ever do anything that would put Jackie in danger.

The police won't let you speak to him now.

We all need some sleep.

I suppose you're right.

We'll see you in the station later.

♪ ♪ BECKS: What is that?

It looks like gobbledygook.

Everything means something.

(shutter clicks) TANIKA: Why didn't you tell us any of this before, Mr. Tynham?

We had no money coming in.

No prospect of any.

Nobody wanted anything to do with me anymore.

Thought I had nothing to lose.

But Jackie's belief in me never wavered, through all of the slander and the lies.

And now, I've let her down so badly.

I have to see her.

Please!

ALICE: We found a stash of outboard motors in your lock-up at the Bounty, along with a pair of oil-stained trainers and this gold watch.

BRENDAN: Now, you told us that the robbery took place between 2:00 and 4:00 a.m. That's right.

ALICE: But your van was caught on camera near the sailing club at 5:31.

So, how do you explain that?

We were unloading the motors from Harry's van into the lock-up when I realized I didn't have my sweatshirt.

(stammers): It's got the Bounty logo on it?

Knew it could identify me, so, so I went back.

The sweatshirt was on the floor of the boat store.

That's when I must have trod in the oil.

How about the watch?

As I walked down the path, I saw this beautiful old watch just lying there.

So I took it.

We believe that the killer was there at the same time.

If they were, I didn't see them.

Or the body-- swear to God.

Why should we believe anything you're saying, Mr. Hawkins?

Because everything I've told you is true!

Look, all I wanted was to try and stop the Bounty from going under.

(blows out): But no one cares about that.

Why was Harry Tynham involved?

It's the same for him.

He lost everything when the sailing club turned on him.

And it's so unfair.

Harry's a good man.

♪ ♪ Forensics have found traces of ether around her mouth.

Jackie Tynham was unconscious pre-exposure to carbon monoxide.

It's confirmed we're looking at attempted murder.

JUDITH: First James Wyckham, and now Jackie.

Both attempts unsuccessful.

SUZIE: Poor Jackie.

Have you found her phone?

BRENDAN: No.

Digital are trying to access her cloud, but there's no guarantee that it's been backed up.

There is something that might help.

I found this on the computer screen in the office of the boatyard.

BRENDAN (chuckles): Oh!

Looks like the texts my mate sends his missus after we've had a few.

I'm inclined to think more like the Ancient Egyptians.

They used substitution and concealment techniques to disguise communications.

Can't hang around here doing nothing.

Got to try and find Jackie's phone.

Any news on the watch?

Jed Hawkins admits to stealing it from the scene, but we're struggling to identify its owner.

And there's no serial number on the watch, which makes it harder to trace.

I know someone who might be able to help.

(people talking in background) Oh, Suzie!

I was hoping to meet somebody from the investigation.

How's poor Jackie?

Such awful news about her accident.

It might be a bit more sinister than that, Ursula.

Sinister?

Jackie sent me a message saying she knew who Kit's killer was, and she was sending me something to prove it, but it never arrived.

That's dreadful!

On my way to the boatyard now-- it's the last place that Jackie's phone was used?

I don't know, maybe the police missed something.

Come on, girl.

(panting) Come on, with me.

♪ ♪ Who exactly are we going to see?

William Locke, a private watch specialist.

He used to service the bishop's collection.

(knocking) BECKS: We can bring the watch in, if it helps.

No need.

I believe I recognize it.

One moment, please.

(papers shifting) As I thought.

I've serviced this watch regularly for many years.

For whom?

The old club commodore, Michael Liddington.

BECKS: Ursula's husband.

♪ ♪ (panting) Right.

I'm going to find that phone.

(Luna whines) Um...

Right, then.

Ta.

(whines) ♪ ♪ (objects shifting) (exhales) ♪ ♪ (papers rustling) (exhales) (objects shifting) (exhales) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ My dog!

My dog!

She was just here!

Did you see anyone?

No.

I'll check with my colleague.

(yells): Luna!

Luna!

(siren wailing in distance) BECKS: The watch belonged to Michael Liddington, but it hasn't been serviced since he died.

Which is seven years ago.

Who owned it after that?

Advanced lab have finally got a result on the DNA from the watch link.

It's a match for someone on the police database.

A Darren Benson, from Balham, London.

Wanted for fraud, reported missing in 1996.

No record of his existence since then.

What was Darren Benson doing at the crime scene, and why was he wearing Michael Liddington's watch?

SUZIE: Luna's gone!

(crying): I left her for two minutes, and all I found was her collar and her lead.

Oh, Suzie!

I mean, I saw the posters and I still left her!

How stupid am I?

Do you think it was the dognappers?

Maybe she just slipped her collar and she ran away.

No.

We'll make sure our mobile units are aware.

SUZIE: All right.

I got to go home, I'm gonna see if Luna's there.

I'm sure everything will be fine.

You call us when you get there.

(gasps) Let us know if you find her.

(phone vibrating) Greenly's on her way.

JUDITH: We haven't got long, then.

♪ ♪ Luna!

Luna?

(lock turns) ♪ ♪ (voice trembling): "If you want to see your dog alive, "come to Gordon's Creek with a grand in cash.

"Look for a yellow van.

Leave your phone and tell no one."

Oh, God.

Oh... (sighs): I've tried all the models I know.

Acrostic, the Caesar Shift, Alberti's disk.

Even the Vigenère Square, but Jackie's code contains punctuation, which is most irregular.

Becks!

BECKS: So sorry to intrude, Ursula, but the watch link found at the crime scene has finally been matched to the watch itself.

Mr. Locke says it belonged to your late husband?

That's correct-- Michael left that watch to James in his will.

Did he mention breaking the strap?

Why would he?

I, I saw him wearing it today.

James works from the stable block.

You could ask him yourself.

♪ ♪ VICKY: Finally!

You are an extremely hard person to get hold of, DS Malik.

Sorry, but I knew what was coming.

I wanted to solve the case before that happened and go out on a high.

Go out?

I don't understand.

Well, with D.I.

Hoskins coming back.

But he's not.

That's why I wanted to see you.

We'd like you to replace him.

On a permanent basis.

(chuckles) (knocks): Sorry to interrupt.

It's just, Digital managed to access Jackie's cloud.

The last image she took was of a blue cap with one stripe.

♪ ♪ Sailing club confirmed.

It belonged to Gregg Cooper.

What does James use this place for?

Sailing club business, mainly.

He retired from finance many years ago, but he's been so kind.

He took over all my accounts when Michael died.

I can never thank him enough.

(knob rattling) He normally tells me if he's popping out.

Sorry to waste your time.

Well, maybe we could have a quick look anyway.

In case he's gone for a sail and left the watch here.

That way, we won't need to trouble him again.

URSULA: If I still have the key on this set-- yes!

Here we are.

(keys clatter on table) (quietly): Distract her.

Such beautiful roses, Ursula.

What are they?

URSULA: Damasks, my absolute favorite.

They have the most wonderful fragrance.

♪ ♪ (jangling) (talking softly in background) You are lucky, Ursula.

Yes, I know-- excuse me.

URSULA: Mrs. Potts, what on Earth do you think...

I thought you said James had retired.

(computers chirping softly) I must check on something.

♪ ♪ "Leave the van.

Walk up the river.

Head for the old boat by the Swallow's Reach."

Nothing.

This is locked.

(keys jangling) Oh, try this.

(lock turning) ♪ ♪ It's an invoice for a watch dealer in Henley.

From the same day as the murder.

It's the same model.

Which is why Ursula believed he was still wearing it.

And why's he got this?

There's no James Wyckham here.

But there is a Darren Benson.

JUDITH: Darren Benson, the missing fraudster whose DNA was found on the watch link.

He looks familiar.

♪ ♪ (shutter clicks) Judith, we need to call Tanika.

Everyone can touch-type nowadays, but you have to start with your hands above the home key.

What are you talking about?

Jackie was confused, losing consciousness, desperate to tell us something, but she hadn't realized that her hands were one key out, so, she wrote this.

(keys clacking) Whereas if the hands were above the home key, where she thought they were, she'd have written this.

(keys clacking) ♪ ♪ JUDITH: Any sign of him?

TANIKA: No, but we'll find him.

We've got all units looking for Wyckham now.

We make a good team.

OFFICER: Ma'am?

Excuse me.

I'll try her again.

URSULA: Mrs. Potts, it's a disaster!

I just called my bank.

James has taken all our savings-- everything!

I've been such a fool.

Oh, he fooled everyone, Mrs. Liddington.

James Wyckham is an extremely manipulative man.

But we'll find him.

And we'll get that money back, I promise you.

OFFICER: Excuse me, Mrs. Liddington?

♪ ♪ BECKS: Still no answer from Suzie.

I'm getting really worried.

Well, she said she was going home.

Let's try her there.

♪ ♪ (Luna barking in distance) (panting): Oh!

I'm coming, girl.

(Luna barks) It doesn't look like anyone's home.

Suzie has a spare key.

Her phone's here!

It's a ransom demand.

Telling her to go to Gordon's Creek.

But we'll be way behind her now.

We need to unlock Suzie's phone.

Luna's collar is linked to a tracking app.

Yes, but she's not wearing it.

I saw Suzie put it in her bag at the station.

Which means we'll be able to track where Suzie is right now.

But first we need to crack her passcode.

Um...

It's not her birthday.

Oh, try Zeta's.

19th of June.

(buttons clicking) Uh, 1903?

(buttons clicking) (exhales): I've got one more attempt or it'll lock me out.

Might it be six numbers?

19-06-03.

(buttons clicking) And we're in!

Okay.

She's on the towpath just past Hedsor.

What's she doing out there?

Well, let's find out.

And we'll take this.

I'm hoping we might need it.

♪ ♪ (Luna barking) (panting, Luna whimpering) I'm here, girl!

BECKS: There's Suzie's van.

JUDITH: And there's the yellow one.

(seatbelt unclicks) (car door closes) Look!

She's heading for an old boat by Swallow's Reach.

According to the app, she's already there.

Come on.

(Luna whimpering) Easy, girl!

Oh, oh, Luna!

Oh, Luna, good girl!

It's okay, I'm here now-- it's all good.

(door slams, locks) It's all good.

(Luna barks) What?

Hello?!

(banging on door): Hello!

(Luna panting) Oh, no.

What the...

It, it stopped moving.

(phone vibrating) She's there!

JUDITH: Oh!

Tanika?

Suzie's on a boat by Swallow's Reach-- come quickly!

Something's wrong!

They're ten minutes away.

Is it just me, or is that boat sinking?

Help!

Help!

There's got to be some way out of here!

No, no, no, no, they're all sealed!

(Luna barks) (whimpering) (grunts) I don't know what to do!

He's heading this way.

What do we do?

Come on!

(water rushing, Luna whimpering) Take this and pull.

(shouting, groaning) It's over, Mr. Wyckham.

You're not going anywhere.

It's okay.

(panting) It's okay.

Not for much longer now.

(murmurs) (sirens blaring) SUZIE: I'm in here!

Help!

OFFICER: Police!

You okay in there?

Yeah!

Yeah!

OFFICER: Hang tight, we're going to get you out.

(laughs) Oh, Luna!

Look at you, relaxing!

OFFICER: You all right?

Suzie and Luna are safe.

JUDITH: Thank goodness.

BECKS: The police are on their way.

JUDITH: You've led us quite a merry dance.

Haven't you, Mr. Wyckham?

Or should I say Mr. Benson?

That is you, isn't it?

How did you find out?

I went to Kit's house, convinced I'd find something useful.

And I did.

A club committee photograph from over 20 years ago.

But it wasn't until we discovered your secret office that we realized why it was significant.

You really have done your homework.

We have, indeed.

Quite thoroughly.

How did Kit make the connection between you and Darren Benson?

♪ ♪ Kit worked for the same City bank as I did.

Long after me, of course.

One of the traders I worked with died last year, and his obituary showed our old team photograph.

Kit thought he recognized me.

But he had to be sure.

BECKS: And then he confronted you with what he'd found out?

I went down for an early-morning sail and Kit was already there.

Beautiful morning.

Isn't it, Darren?

JUDITH: Who was Darren Benson?

Why did you need to make him disappear?

Darren was a boy from nowhere with nothing who always felt he deserved more.

You thought you deserved more.

So what did you do?

I charmed my way from the post room to the trading floor with great success.

And I got greedy.

Started chasing increasingly high-risk deals, not all of them strictly legal.

People started to ask difficult questions.

So you decided to cut and run.

The fraud I almost pulled off would've sent me down for years.

So I said goodbye to Darren and reinvented myself as James Wyckham.

JUDITH: Which you did quite brilliantly.

Joining the sailing club was the perfect way of infiltrating Marlow society.

And Michael Liddington's patronage made you entirely credible.

You see, you make it all sound so cynical.

But the truth is, for the first time in my life, I was happy.

I found a caring family in Michael and Ursula.

Something I'd never known.

And then I met Hayley, a woman who I loved and who loved me back.

I was exactly where I always wanted to be.

Until Kit found the photograph and started questioning your story.

He discovered I'd been using my position as club commodore to defraud them of a great deal of money.

Kit could have ruined everything.

And you couldn't let that happen.

He said he'd be willing to stay silent if I overturned the objection to his planning application with the parish council and resigned as commodore.

And if you didn't?

He'd go to the police.

I had seven days.

And then came the storm morning.

BECKS: You knew only he would risk sailing in those winds.

JAMES: I went to Gregg's locker.

I picked up his sailing bag.

I put on his jacket and his cap to disguise my identity.

I found Kit on the slipway.

He was struggling to control the boom.

I offered to help him.

Yeah-- could you grab that?

(wind whipping) (boom cracks, body thuds) JUDITH: You needed an alibi.

So you asked Hayley to lie for you.

No, I'd never do that to her.

When I brought Hayley a cup of tea in bed that morning, she just assumed I'd been there all night.

So she knew nothing of your former life?

No.

You see, she panicked that I'd be suspected.

That's why she lied to you about Harry's blue jacket not being at the club.

She'd do anything to protect me.

She loves me, without question.

And you failed to do the same for her.

BECKS: You killed Kit, set Gregg up as his murderer, and then did the same thing to Harry Tynham.

It was a very high-risk strategy, staging the accident at the boatyard.

Ah, well, you see, gamblers always think they can beat the odds.

And turning the spotlight on Harry seemed the best way to create further confusion and move suspicion away from me.

Jackie told me they wouldn't be back until 3:00 p.m.

The door was open, so I went in.

Checked no one was around.

I took a saw to one of the struts.

Just enough damage to make it unstable.

I knew that it would only take a small kick for the strut to give way.

(screams in flashback) And that might have been that.

But Jackie was on to you.

Hayley asked me to see if you'd left your mobile in the car-- it wasn't there.

But this was.

It wasn't Gregg I saw from the train, was it?

It was you.

JAMES: Jackie worked out that I staged the accident.

She insisted that I get Harry reinstated at the club and tell Hayley the truth, before she did.

But rather than let that happen, you decided to kill her instead.

I didn't want to.

I'm really very, very fond of Jackie.

But I had to see it through, or I'd lose everything.

I knew the ether wouldn't last long, so I had to act quickly.

The generator fumes should have killed her.

I thought I'd covered everything.

And then I overheard your friend talking to Ursula at the sailing club-- she knew that Jackie's phone held an important clue, but I couldn't unlock it.

And she was right.

Jackie had photographed Gregg's cap in your car as evidence.

You knew Suzie was going back to the boatyard, so you followed her.

You had to stop her talking before it was too late.

And I nearly succeeded.

You sound almost proud.

No.

Not at all.

You've hurt a great many people, Darren.

No one forced you to lie, to murder.

(sighs) And, if you're looking for sympathy, you're wasting your time.

Ursula's told me everything.

Hayley, darling... How could you do that to her?

She and Michael loved you like a son.

(sniffles) I'd have made everything right.

You have to believe me.

(crying): It's not just about the money, James-- I'll make sure Ursula gets that back-- it's everything else!

You can't make any of that right.

Ever.

(sniffles) (police radio running) (handcuffs click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) I've just heard that Jackie's going to make a full recovery.

Oh!

Yeah, so we're off to the pub to celebrate.

Do you know what the time is?

Not that kind of celebration, Judith!

Lynne's laying on breakfast for everyone.

EDDINGHAM: Mrs. Potts!

Fred's a gift that keeps on giving.

We found a substantial hoard of Anglo-Saxon coins!

Gold, as well as silver!

And a not insignificant sum would be due to the landowner.

So the Bounty's legacy turns out to be valuable after all.

(laughing): Lynne must be over the moon!

Nice one, Fred.

It seems we all have a lot to celebrate.

LYNNE: Raise your mugs to honor Marlow's newly discovered warlord-- to Fred!

ALL: To Fred!

(applauding and cheering) DARIUS: Judith?

Oh... Mr. Eddingham told me you were here-- it's thrilling, isn't it?

A discovery of this magnitude.

Oh, it, it certainly is.

It's a coup for Marlow.

We found another potential burial site, out near Cliveden?

Mm-hmm.

I was wondering if you would care to accompany me on a speculative visit.

I'd be delighted.

Thank you.

SUZIE: Now, this is a tough one.

Hm, bacon or sausage?

Do you know what?

I'm going to have both.

(all laugh) So, you let Robin Hood go, then?

The sailing club decided not to press charges, as long as all stolen goods were returned.

They'll be doing community service, too.

I'm so glad.

Marlow isn't Marlow without the boatyard and the Bounty.

(both chuckle) Oh, Harry!

Just back from the hospital.

Jackie should be home tomorrow.

Oh, that's brilliant news!

And I just want to thank you and your friends for saving her life and clearing my name.

Everyone's going to know that James Wyckham stole that money from the sailing club.

Huh.

And trust me-- we were never going to let him get away with any of it.

Come here.

(both chuckle) BRENDAN: Yeah, I'm gonna say something.

Um, yeah, just as we're all here, I just wanted to say congrats to the boss for getting S.I.O.

and putting Darren Benson behind bars, where he belongs.

Yes!

Well done.

(cheering and applauding) Well, it wouldn't have happened without every single one of you.

Even if it wasn't all entirely by the book.

JUDITH: Which is exactly as it should be.

(others chuckling) Cheers!

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