It's brilliant.
It's just brilliant.
Apparently, local honey is just the ticket for hay fever.
So I popped by here,
and Joan asked me if I'd like to see the bees.
How could one refuse? Thank you, Joan.
Thank you.
I didn't know you suffered from hay fever.
I don't.
I'll bring it back, Joan.
So, DS Williams, what's happened?
A man's been found dead
in a field up on North Farm. OK.
The crop circle happened
at some point last night
and the body was discovered by a group of ramblers
around eight this morning.
Kelby attended with paramedics.
Look at this. This is amazing.
And you said there were reports of strange lights
in the sky, too.
A few shaky mobile phone images,
but nothing we can corroborate with any of the agencies.
Still, very exciting.
Not for everyone, sir.
The deceased is male, white, early 50s.
Right. Yes. Sorry.
Cause of death?
Unclear.
No markings or signs of injury on the body.
The paramedics' best guess at this stage is heart failure.
We don't know who he is?
No. Oddly, no ID on the body at all.
Nothing?
Strange.
Morning, Kelby.
Sorry, sir.
Are you OK?
Yes, sir. I just...
I'm just not used to dealing with dead people.
Ah. Yeah.
Well, you stay out here, get some fresh air.
Come along, Sergeant.
Morning, chaps. Sir.
And there was nothing at all on the body?
No, sir.
He could have been robbed.
Yet there's no injuries, signs of a struggle...
...apart from the shirt.
There appears to be buttons missing.
It's as though it was ripped open.
You think he was probed?
Probed? Yeah. Alien encounters.
That's what they do, isn't it? Probe people.
Aliens?
Well, yeah. I mean, we are in the middle of a crop circle,
after all.
And there are documented cases of alien abductions
where the victims were subjected to medical examinations.
I did read somewhere
they sometimes go in through the belly button...
...so as not to leave any trace.
Sorry. Sorry.
Scar. Heart surgery.
Could be a pacemaker, which fits the theory of heart attack.
Well, if it is, there may be a serial number
that linked to his medical records.
But even if it was a heart attack...
...it still doesn't tell us how he got here.
Ah...
Yes.
It's a book page. It's Dickens.
Look, it's Pip reunited with Estella,
the last page of Great Expectations.
But why carry it around with you?
More importantly, why keep it in your sock?
So somebody shot this last night?
Gordon Bennett!
It certainly looks like a UFO.
Or a torch attached to a selfie stick.
It's the third crop circle the farm's had this year.
It brings all the UFO spotters out.
Croppies, crop circle chasers.
And you said the body was discovered just after 8am?
Yes. Oi! Cool it.
They're the police.
And you're not allowed on the farm until they say so.
Sally runs the shop. Right.
Kelby, go and talk to our croppies, would you?
Give them a description of our man. See if anyone knows him.
Sir. Thank you.
Ah, the farm owners, sir. Andrew and Cassie Parker.
Esther, we really need to get that top field cleared.
We'll be as quick as we can. This is Detective Inspector Goodman.
Good to meet you.
Sorry. Honey.
I mean, sorry, it's honey. I'm not...
Ah, doesn't matter.
The man we found is white, 50, jeans, blue shirt.
Do you recall seeing anyone like that yesterday?
No. Do you live at the farm, Mr Parker? Yes.
We're in the main house.
Did you see or hear anything unusual last night?
No, nothing. First we knew of all this was when we saw the police car in the top field.
You didn't hear anything at all, despite the appearance of a crop circle?
That's rather the point, isn't it?
Wouldn't be much of a mystery otherwise.
It certainly captures the imagination.
It's not imagination we need. It's a decent harvest.
We're a working farm
and right now we got half our wheat field flattened
by heaven knows what, the other half trampled on
by hundreds of rubberneckers.
My sister doesn't see the economic benefits of our new-found notoriety.
We're a farm, not a circus.
Now, I don't know what you found up there,
but there's work to do.
We need to get the shear grab out the big shed.
All right.
Two groups. The croppies, and what's your group called?
So no-one was outside during the night?
We shut the gates to the public at seven o'clock.
What about the ramblers who discovered the body?
Well, there's a public bridleway round the perimeter,
but I've never seen anyone outside walking at night.
Look, I'm sorry, but we've got fields to harvest.
Of course. We just need to talk to Sally and then we'll be on our way.
If we need anything else, we'll be in touch.
Do you know everybody in Shipton?
Not everyone, but most.
So tell me about them.
Um...
Brother and sister.
He married and moved away, but came back after his divorce.
They inherited the farm from their parents.
Well, their mum. Their dad, Nick Parker, was a crook.
Locked up about nine years ago
for his part in the Omnitas robbery at Bristol Airport.
Yes, I remember that. Yeah, it was really sad.
Their mum took her own life just after the trial.
Andrew and Cassie have been running this place
on their own ever since.
Police confidentiality, actually, sir.
I'm not made of money. I need a fry—up.
Me guts are rumbling. There's food at home.
No, there ain't. You ain't done a big shop yet.
All right, Josh? You remember Josh Woods, sir?
Stole 12 cars in a single day.
Ah, yes. Josh. Yes. Arranged them in a heart
for your girlfriend, as I recall.
Still spending the brownie points.
How's the community service?
Banging. Yeah.
Doing some gardening for the old wrinklies
down at Summer Court on Wednesdays.
Tea and Jammie Dodgers for days.
Come on. Off you pop. Thanks, Mum.
This is Josh's step mum Sally. Sally, DI Goodman.
Hello. Were you working yesterday?
Till closing, yeah. Left here 7.15.
Did you notice anything unusual?
There's always something unusual going on round here.
It's on account of the ley lines.
Laters!
They crisscross the country linking ancient historical sites.
Some think they're lines of supernatural energy,
some think they were created by aliens.
But you've got your Glastonbury that way,
your Stonehenge over there
and the lines cross in the top field, so...pow!
Did you have a man in here yesterday?
Maybe 50, white, jeans, blue shirt, boots?
Don't ring no bells. What about the car park?
Was it empty when you left? As far as I can remember.
Can I open up now?
That lot are waiting
for the guided tour of the new circle once your lot go.
And then we've got a coach party heading down from Exeter.
Yes. I can't see why not. All right. Cheers.
Nothing. OK. Thanks, Kelby.
We'll see you back at the station. Shop's open!
So we have lights in the sky
and a man in the middle of a newly formed crop circle,
possibly robbed, definitely dead,
with the page of a Charles Dickens novel tucked into his sock.
Worse still, we have no idea who he is.
I think we have our work cut out with this one, Sergeant.
Yeah. We've got the one from the walkers.
That was just after eight this morning, yeah?
Firstly, I ain't your sweetheart.
And secondly,
how do you know the party was in our half of the woods?
Ha-ha! Witnesses have been up dancing all night?
Drinking and taking drugs?
Gorging on them funny mushrooms, no doubt!
I'm surprised they could speak,
let alone tell you which half of the woods they were in.
Yeah... I said "gorging".
Well, I'll pass it on, but I'm not making any promises.
We're very busy.
We've had two stolen bikes, a fridge set fire in a shopping trolley,
and a bloke found dead in a field. And it's only 10.30!
That was Upper Heywood
trying to shift their stuff onto us again.
HQ are supposed to sort that out, aren't they?
Probably all in a meeting
about whether they should have a meeting or not
and whether they should have another meeting before that meeting to decide on what biscuits to have.
Where's Batman and Robin?
Sarge texted me a minute ago. They're on their way back.
Just getting some coffees.
Coffees?
Bite my doughnuts!
There you go. This should do the trick.
But I don't have hay fever.
No, but last night you said that...
...you...
Yes, right after we found out about JP's new baby.
At least, if it's from Joan, it's local honey, so I can sell it.
Look, I'm... I'm... It's fine.
It's fine. I'm fine.
People will continue to have babies, even if we don't.
I have a really good feeling about this next round of IVF.
Oh, Humphrey, you have a good feeling about mostly everything.
Yes. Sorry.
Don't be.
Shouldn't you be at work?
Yes. Yes, I should. Yes.
How much do I owe you? Oh, on the house.
One of the perks of the inspector here sleeping with the owner.
Oh, glad to be of service. Morning, all!
Humphrey. Archie.
How are you? Good. And you?
Same. Excellent.
So, has, um, Martha told you the exciting news?
Oh, yes. We're being reviewed by the food section
of the South Devon Tourist Guide.
Oh, when? Lunchtime. That's brilliant.
Only if they like the food. Oh, of course they will.
Anything I can do to help?
Thanks, but you and the kitchen aren't the greatest friends.
Sadly true.
Then we shall leave you to it.
Thank you.
See you at the clinic. Two o'clock?
Yes.
Archie. Humphrey.
So...
...the good stuff.
Here you go, Margo.
Skinny latte.
Are you saying I'm fat?
No.
I just... I mean...
Well, I'm not even sure how you'd make a coffee skinny, even if it is.
You don't need... I mean, you might need a coffee, but...
...it doesn't have to be... She's winding you up.
It's what she always has.
Ah, right.
Yes, excellent. Good.
I've had Upper Heywood on.
There was an illegal rave in Millbrook Woods last night.
They're saying it was in our half.
Our...half?
The county divisional boundary runs through the centre.
They've confiscated all the sound system and issued orders,
but there's still a few stragglers insisting on partying on.
I told them we're busy!
If it is our patch, they'll only issue a complaint.
Might be easier for Kelby to go down and take a look.
No worries. I could take the pick—up.
No, you couldn't. You haven't got your advanced licence.
But it's ten miles. Better set off now, then.
Sir, you should listen to this. Uh, yeah.
I asked Kelby to talk to the emergency services call-handlers
to see if there was anything else
from last night that we could tie into our mystery man.
They logged this at 11.50pm.
999. What's your emergency?
Hello? MAN: Help, please.
Can I take your name, sir? Please help me.
Can you give me your location?
Sir? Please don't take my phone.
Sounds like someone was trying to take the phone away from him
while he called for help.
Did they return the call?
Yes, but it went straight to automated voicemail.
We didn't find a phone at the scene.
We can't say for sure it is our man. Yes, except the operator was worried enough to try and pinpoint
the location by triangulating phone masts.
The fix wasn't accurate enough to send an ambulance.
The best they could get was a two-mile radius
within an area of open farmland.
North Farm.
If it is our man, he wasn't alone.
If you say the word "alien" again,
I won't be responsible for my actions.
I'm not sure we can entirely discount it.
After all, there is a school of thought that crop circles
are a complicated message sent by beings
from another planet trying to tell us something.
A sort of extraterrestrial email.
And anyone with any sense will tell you
it's two blokes with a plank and a bit of rope.
Yes, there's that theory too.
The Parkers probably do it themselves. Bring in the grockles.
Though I have to say they didn't seem best pleased about it.
So if our man had someone with him helping him make the crop circles,
who then, for some reason, took his phone and left him for dead...
Then this may be a murder enquiry. Get on to the Coroner's Office.
See if they've made any progress identifying the body. Sir.
Background checks on everyone associated with North Farm,
the Parkers and Sally Woods.
And where the Dickens...
...does this fit in?
Oh, battery! Knew it!
OK.
They're waiting for a couple of tissue tests to come back,
but are very confident they'll confirm cause of death
as massive cardiac arrest.
More interestingly, they've made some preliminary enquiries
about the pacemaker he had fitted,
and that unit was issued
to a hospital in North Wales six years ago.
If he came from North Wales,
how did he end up in a field 400 miles away?
In the middle of a crop circle.
Maybe you were right about the aliens.
They picked him up in Wales, probed him through his belly button
and dropped him off on Shipton.
He died en route, and the crop circles are a message
explaining what happened. Case solved!
Yes, I'm not sure that's the report
we should be sending to the Chief Superintendent right now.
Hmph! OK. So, Andrew and Cassie Parker,
nothing on file for them nor for their mum Nancy.
Dad Nick, though, is a different story.
He's got a record long as your arm.
He died in prison six weeks ago, nine years into a 30-year sentence.
He died? Bowel cancer.
I didn't know. Neither did I.
I remember him being arrested for the Bristol Airport robbery.
We cornered him in Betty's tearooms, as was.
Biggest thing to happen in Shipton
since Mick Jagger had a puncture on the A38.
Let's assume that the emergency call we heard yesterday
was our man's last words,
which now means we're looking for someone else,
a possible accomplice. Ohh. So, we need to go back,
talk to everyone we've already seen
and ask if they've seen two men
anywhere near the farm yesterday.
They're asking for a small tasting menu,
but everything feels a bit too easy,
not fancy enough.
You're overthinking it.
Stick to the thing you're passionate about.
Local ingredients served simply.
What was that dish you were working on yesterday?
Summer salad, but it's just veg, olive oil and goat's cheese.
Isn't that a bit too basic?
No! No. What makes this place unique
is the fact that you can name the person who grew the veg,
who made the oil
You can probably name the goat the cheese came from.
That was your vision, remember?
Trust in that.
You're right.
Thank you.
Even if we did see two people on the bridle path,
I'm not sure we'd have taken much notice.
Why don't you try Sally in the shop?
We will. Thank you.
I'm sorry about your dad, Andrew.
I didn't know he died. Thank you.
Did you manage to see him?
Me and Cassie didn't visit,
not after Mum did what she did.
Didn't really have anything to say to him.
Well, we won't take up any more of your time.
Maybe if you could just ask your sister if she saw anyone?
Yeah. Thank you.
I put my foot in it there.
You weren't to know.
Hello, Kelby. You at the rave site?
Kelby?
It's a really bad line. Say again.
Hello?
He said he needs us at Millbrook Woods,
and could we bring the bike-charger?
I thought I ought to show my support. Pretend to be a customer.
Extol the virtues of the place.
Is that him? Yeah. He just got here.
It doesn't look as if he eats very much for a food critic.
I mean, all the television foodies are as big as a house.
OK? He wants a glass of house dry white.
On it.
What's he eating? I'm doing a tasting menu.
No wonder he's wasting away.
Give him a side of chips.
Maybe I should go and flirt with him. No!
I was assessing the area and I found this.
No other cars around,
away from the road,
no occupants and unlocked.
Took a look inside and I found a wallet.
It was in his jacket on the back seat,
and there was a driver's licence.
Now, unless I'm wrong, it looks like our crop circle man.
Yes, it is. David Jones.
Kelby, you're a genius.
Oh, and while I was waiting for you, I did a PNC vehicle check.
The car is registered to him
at an address in Rhyl, North Wales.
Which fits with what we found in his pacemaker unit.
Well, we might be able to identify him,
but it still doesn't tell us
how he got to be in a field on North Farm.
Yeah.
And the car ten miles away from where we found the body.
Unless the aliens plucked him out of it.
There's an area marked out. Why has he done that?
And look where it is.
North Farm.
Plate one is a summer salad
made with broad beans, fresh peas and pea shoots,
all grown locally,
and served with goat's cheese from Meadows Farm...
...made from milk taken from a goat called Ziggy.
Enjoy.
I lied about the goat.
I don't really know what her name was,
but it is from Meadows Farm.
Wow. Piece of cake.
Yes. Contact the local police in Wales.
Have them visit the house to inform next of kin.
Yes. And we found a map with North Farm clearly marked out,
so him being there was not an accident.
He was definitely there for a reason.
So ask the local police
if they can establish any known links to this area.
Thank you. Bye.
Crivens.
Ah, Kelby, we'll send a low-loader to retrieve the car.
I have, uh, somewhere I need to be at two,
so I'll see you back at the station.
Oh! I nearly forgot.
Bike-charger. Oh, brilliant. Thank you, sir.
Hello.
I'm really sorry. I'm running late.
The food guy is still here.
Not to worry. I'll just tell them you've been held up.
Or we could reschedule?
Oh. Might be better.
You get back to work, and I'll call the clinic now,
get a new date. Is that OK?
Of course. Why wouldn't it be? Perfect.
Sorry.
Love you.
I love you, too. OK. Bye.
Um, he's going.
Thank you so much for coming. Thank you...
Something's come up. Thank you.
Well, how was he?
Said it was the best lunch he'd had this year.
Yes!
Well, he would say that, wouldn't he? We'll soon know if he meant it or not.
He promised to send us a copy before he submits it.
Can you hold the fort for a bit?
I need some air. Course.
Fantastic.
You took your time. Stop off for a picnic, did you?
So...what have we got?
David Jones, white male, 51 years old.
Drives from North Wales
to North Farm on the outskirts of Shipton Abbott.
He may be alone or with another man,
but we know that he or they are there by design
because there was a map in his car
with an area besides North Farm clearly marked out.
Once here, he parks his car and then walks ten miles to North Farm?
Or the second man, if there is one,
dropped him at the farm, then drove to Millbrook Woods.
Where there's a rave taking place?
Ugh... Which makes no sense.
Police in Wales visited the address we've got for David Jones.
It was empty.
They spoke to neighbours, who said he seemed nice enough
from what they saw, but he was a bit of a loner.
Kept himself to himself.
Nothing in the house suggested any links to Devon.
Feels like a bit of a dead end.
And we still don't know who else was there and took his phone,
why the car was ten miles from the scene,
and why did he have Charles Dickens hidden in his sock?
And why did he visit Nicholas Parker in prison six weeks ago?
An old visiting order.
I've never heard of a David Jones.
So you have no idea why he would visit your father?
No.
It was actually in the prison hospital, the week he died.
You're a fan of Dickens?
I haven't got time to read.
They were Dad's. He was a bit of a bookworm.
That was our childhood Dickens at bedtime, crosswords at the weekend.
So you don't recall your dad ever mentioning
anyone called David Jones?
We haven't seen or spoken to him since we lost Mum.
I didn't even want to look at him.
Mum knew he wasn't a saint,
but he told her he'd finished with that life.
That he was done with it.
Promised her they'd make their living here on the farm.
And she believed him.
So when he was arrested for the robbery, she was distraught,
as much because he'd lied to her as for what he'd done.
After he was sentenced, she just sort of went inside herself.
The truth is, he broke her heart.
So much so that she, um...
Well, you know.
We know how difficult this is for you.
But just to be certain,
we have a CCTV image from the prison authorities.
If you could just take a look?
We've said we don't know who he is. It's just to confirm.
Then we'll be on our way.
I do know him.
But his name isn't David Jones.
It's Harry Preston.
He was one of the gold robbers, along with our father.
So if Harry Preston is the man who gave evidence
against Nick Parker at his trial,
why on earth would he agree to see him?
It's a very good question.
Though I understand him changing his name if he was an informant.
And, crucially, Parker was a fan of Charles Dickens.
It's pretty safe to assume that the page we found on the body
came from him.
But what was it?
A memento or a message of some kind?
Anyway, it's pretty late, so why don't we find out
what we can about this Harry Preston overnight...
Inspector! ..and regroup in the morning?
Uh, look, I don't know if this will help,
but Andrew thinks I burnt it.
It's a letter from Dad. Came just before he died.
Could I take it? I'll make sure you get it back.
Thank you.
"I took her hand in mine,
"and we went out of the ruined place,
"and, as the morning mists had risen long ago
"when I first left the forge,
"so, the evening mists were rising now,
"and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me,
"I saw no shadow of another parting from her."
The last page of Charles Dickens' Great Expectations.
But what was it doing in a dead man's sock?
That is an excellent theory, Selwyn.
And then there's this letter.
Hello. Hey!
How did you do with your food critic?
Oh, good, I think.
I should have something to read tomorrow.
Oh, good. Any food left? I'm famished.
Sorry. Mum's at rumba class,
so she's picking up some fish and chips on the way back. Excellent.
What about you? What are you reading?
Oh, well, it's really rather sad, actually.
It's a letter from a father, clearly on his deathbed,
to his children, who've, um, pretty much disowned him.
Who is it from? It's this case we're working on.
He talks about the choices he made as a parent
and the absolute and unbearable pain of realising
that the choices he took destroyed the very people he loved
and was trying to provide for.
That's awful.
Yes. He said that the pain left him "bent and broken,
"but, I hope, into a better shape”,
that the only gift he could leave them was the...
...knowledge of being at the very centre of his heart.
Were they reconciled before he died?
No.
I need to tell you something. Mm—hm?
I'm not sure you'll be very happy.
You didn't order a pickled gherkin to go with the fish and chips?
I...
...didn't call the clinic back to reschedule the appointment.
Oh, well, don't worry.
You've been busy. It wasn't because I didn't have time.
I don't want to do it any more.
Do what? You know what.
I can't do all that.
To feel those things then lose them again.
It won't ever work.
We know it won't.
I just want us to say it out loud.
Can we just be a family...on our own?
Just you and me?
Of course we can.
Almost £30 for three pieces of fish and some chips!
I mean, you can see the sea from the shop.
I mean, it's not as though
they have to go very far for the fish, is it?
And the queue was all the way back to the bank!
Queuing for daylight robbery.
What's wrong?
Oh... Nothing.
Humphrey was just reading me a letter
from a case he's working on.
It's a bit sad, that's all.
Some men bring flowers home.
Sorry. Don't be sorry.
Just get the ketchup.
Hello, Dennis! You look busy.
Morning, Margo.
What are you doing sneaking about this early?
I'm hardly sneaking. I work here. I didn't sleep very well.
Oh, you're early.
Sneaking about, he was.
Nearly had our second heart attack of the week.
Morning, sir. Good morning.
Margo, I, um, sent out enquiries last night,
both for here and North Wales for a man called Harry Preston.
Can you see if anything's come through overnight?
Right!
New day, everyone.
Time for a fresh look at where we are.
Now, a man we now know to be Harry Preston
was a known associate of Nicholas Parker.
In fact, they were quite literally partners in crime...
...until, that is, Preston turned informant on Nick
and his fellow gang members following the Omnitas raid
at Bristol Airport in 2014
in order to reduce his own sentence.
He changed his name to David Jones,
moved to North Wales,
we can assume to avoid any ramifications.
All clear enough.
But then,
nine years later, with Nick Parker close to death,
Harry Preston comes out of hiding to visit him in the prison hospital.
We don't know what was said between the two men,
but whatever it was, it resulted in Preston driving to North Farm,
the most likely theory being
he was delivering a message to Nick Parker's estranged children.
But having got there,
he suffered a fatal heart attack
in the centre of a newly formed crop circle.
Now, other notable elements include
footage of what appears to be a UFO in the night sky,
a page from Charles Dickens' Great Expectations
tucked into his left sock,
a call to the emergency services
seemingly interrupted by some form of altercation,
a map with an area marked out beside North Farm,
and his car being found ten miles away
at an illegal rave.
Just a thought.
Go on. We couldn't work out why Preston would park his car
in Millbrook Woods and walk to North Farm,
simply because it doesn't make any sense. Yes, agreed.
Then the simplest answer is he didn't.
Someone else did.
What are you saying?
Well, at fear of stereotyping the Shipton youth,
what if someone just nicked Preston's car to go to the rave?
So we need a car thief who was at the rave last night.
Just for the record,
I have never been to a rave before in my entire life.
You've still got the stamp on your hand,
and you were pestering your mum for money for a fry—up.
Needed to soak up the booze, Josh?
Don't drink.
We arrested you in the pub.
So now we've established
you were at the rave, how did you get there?
Got a bike, innit?
Didn't we see you picking up your bike from the farm shop?
I borrowed someone else's.
Whose? Phillip's.
Phillip. Phillip who?
Uh...Schofield.
You borrowed Phillip Schofield's bike?
Yeah.
Didn't know he was local. Sir!
DS Williams has left the room.
So if we were to check for fingerprints and DNA
in that car, we wouldn't find yours?
And if we checked every roadside camera
between North Farm and Millbrook Woods,
we wouldn't see you driving that car?
DS Williams... DS Williams has rejoined the interview.
We did a social media search
to see how all the UFO spotters heard about the crop circle
at North Farm so quickly.
Turns out it was posted on the local UFO watch site
at 11.35pm last night
by someone whose handle was JoshDude1999.
Ring any bells, Josh?
That could have been anyone.
What year were you born?
1999, was it?
That doesn't prove anything.
Someone could have stolen my identity.
Sergeant, have PC Hartford go to Josh's address,
seize his computer.
And we've got experts,
people who can find everything you've done online,
every post you've made on social media,
every website you've visited...
OK! I borrowed it.
But I just took it to the party. That's it.
And I didn't nick it, cos the keys were in the ignition.
I thought it was, like, just one of those communal things,
like the bikes. Ah.
And you borrowed it from where?
The road next to North Farm.
I am showing the witness a photograph of Harry Preston.
Think very carefully, Josh, before you answer.
This is very important.
Did you see this man at North Farm?
Nope.
No. I swear, I've never seen this bloke before in my life.
Then what were you doing at North Farm?
Well, there you have it. Andrew Parker has been secretly
paying George to help him make the circles.
Two men and a board, and a drone used to put the lights up
in the sky, which Josh filmed for good measure.
It seems the farm's been struggling of late,
and Andrew discovered a good source of income.
So, we may have solved
the mystery of the car and the crop circle,
but I'm not sure it brings us any closer
to discovering why Harry Preston travelled all the way to the farm.
Yes... Margo, anything else come in?
Not much.
I found one of the guards on duty in the prison
the day of Harry Preston's visit.
No-one really heard the conversation,
but he was there a good hour.
The guard said he really liked Nick Parker, though,
so they used to sit and do puzzles together.
The stuff he used to do with his kids. Hmm.
Well, if he'd lost his wife and his children had disowned him,
he was probably glad to talk to someone.
"The Ten Mile Kitchen stole my heart, not my wallet.
"Genuinely local produce prepared without fuss
"and at a reasonable cost."
What did I tell you?
You should be happy.
They print over 300,000 of these for the summer.
Ah...
What? Slightly crossed wires.
"There's clear chemistry between Martha,
"who prepares the food, and Archie, her wine-expert partner."
It sounds like we're married.
Yes. Well, perhaps you could get them to reword it slightly.
What will Humphrey think?
I'll explain.
It's pretty harmless. We should have made it clear.
I thought it was about the food, not us.
Well, it is mostly. I mean, don't get upset about it.
Don't get upset about it?!
He's no right to say something like that.
He was here to sample my food, not comment on my life!
Uh, Mots. Mots...
Right.
I feel like I've been told off.
I'm sorry.
And at the risk of incurring more wrath...
...it does seem that you overreacted. Just a little.
He said you had chemistry,
not that you were necking over the bread rolls.
Necking?
It's perfectly obvious.
Your feelings for Archie are starting to come back,
and you're in denial.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
You couldn't be more wrong.
Really? Really.
Then enlighten me.
Last night, I told Humphrey that I didn't want children...
...or that I didn't want to go through IVF again.
Oh.
How did he react?
As only Humphrey can
by telling me not to worry.
By holding me in his arms all night and telling me
that it didn't matter and that all he needed was me.
Which made it worse.
I know he wanted to mean it,
but I worry that he didn't.
Not really.
I just feel so selfish.
That he might have a better life without me.
Don't be ridiculous... I mean it, Mum!
He's the most amazing man I've ever known,
and he deserves to be happy.
I just don't know if he can ever truly be that with me.
Just had final confirmation from the Coroner's Office
on Harry Preston.
Coronary artery atheroma.
Nothing to do with the pacemaker itself.
His arteries had narrowed and he had a blood clot.
They said any kind of physical exertion may have caused
a piece of atheroma to break off and form a clot.
So nothing suggesting foul play.
And if someone else was with him,
- sounds like he would have died anyway. - Mm—hm.
As for the rest of it, it will just have to stay an unsolved puzzle.
Puzzle.
That's exactly what this is, isn't it?
A puzzle.
What if it's a puzzle by design?
How do you mean? OK.
So, what if...
See, I remember the Omnitas robbery.
And if I'm not mistaken,
Nick Parker's sentence was so harsh at the time
because he refused to give the whereabouts of the gold bullion.
So, what if the only member of the gang not in prison
was Harry Preston?
Who got a lesser sentence for giving evidence against the others?
Exactly.
And he hears that the only person
who knows where the gold is is dying.
So he goes to visit him.
I'm so sorry, Nick. Please forgive me, mate.
Begs for forgiveness,
convinces him that he wants to make amends in any way he can,
offering to take care of the one thing
Nick holds most dear when he's gone — his children.
Hoping Nick would tell him where the gold was? Exactly that.
So, if we start there,
then suddenly things start to fall into place.
We now know why Harry Preston was at North Farm.
And I think this...
...was Nick's way...
...was Nick's way of showing where the gold was.
My guess is that whatever this is,
it was supposed to be delivered to Andrew and Cassie
to be their inheritance.
But instead...
...once a rat, always a rat.
He went to North Farm to try and find the gold for himself.
The map told him that it was buried somewhere at the farm,
but he didn't know where.
That night,
he parks by the side of the road at North Farm.
He knew that the book page would somehow tell him
exactly where to look.
But he had no idea how.
He takes this...
...hoping that something would make some sense when he got there.
It mentions a bench.
"'We are friends,' said I, rising and bending over her,
"as she rose from the bench."
Is there a bench somewhere?
"As the morning mists had risen long ago
"when I first left the forge."
A forge?
Was that a clue?
I think he was there for hours.
But he picked the one night
when Andrew and Josh were creating UFO crop circles.
He may even have heard George stealing his car
to go to the rave.
Andrew recognised Harry Preston immediately.
Hey!
Ooh!
Hey! Come back here!
Harry knew he had to hide the clue to the gold.
The book page.
And then...
Fearing for his life, he made that call.
Help... Please help...
Help me.
Please don't take my phone.
You think you can come back here after what you did?
Putting our father in prison.
Ruining our lives. Hey? Please...
I think he just...watched him die.
Please.
OK. I'd buy all of that except one thing.
What? Would Nick Parker really
have trusted him with the whereabouts of the bullion?
No, you're right. No, he wouldn't.
So there was a third part of the puzzle
sent direct to his children. Just before he died.
The letter! 'Ll make sure you get it back.
If Harry Preston betrayed him, he'd get nothing.
But if he didn't, he trusted that his children
would be smart enough to work it out.
He did puzzles with them as children, remember? Mmm.
But are we?
Are we?
Sir.
Yes.
Yes, now the letter.
Look, there's a line here that's a direct quote from the page.
“I've been bent and broken, but, I hope, into a better shape.”
What comes after that?
"The only gift I can leave you is the knowledge
"of being at the very centre of my heart."
Gift.
Knowledge.
Centre. Heart.
There! There!
The centre of my heart.
X marks the spot.
Shame we can't keep it.
No, but there is a substantial reward,
so maybe your dad will get what he wanted after all.
Why didn't you tell me what happened?
Trying to protect you, I suppose.
Is he in trouble?
Yes, I'm afraid so.
If the Crown Prosecution Service deem that he caused
or accelerated the death of Mr Preston,
they could charge him with manslaughter.
You silly sod.
At least you won't need aliens to keep the farm afloat any more.
This way, sir.
He's going to change the text before sending it in.
Thank you.
He was right, though.
About us having chemistry.
If, by that, you mean we work well together, then yes.
And is that all it is to you? Just...work?
Don't tell me you haven't wondered
whether there was still something there.
We are not doing this.
Stop lying to yourself, Mots. I know you, remember.
I can see that you're not happy, that you're unsettled.
But at least be honest.
Please don't do this.
What...
What sort of a day have you had?
Oh, a bit of a strange one, actually, now you ask.
You see, uh... Oh, hello, darling.
Humphrey's here.
So I can see. You ready?
Um, yeah. Bye.