Beyond Paradise (2023) s03e04 Episode Script

1
ANNOUNCER: It's a beautiful morning
in Saltleigh for the
last day of the regatta.
We've got an action-packed
programme for you,
beginning with the final race
of the women's singles,
where the winner will receive
the coveted Regatta Cup
and £30,000 prize money
No running, guys.
OVER MEGAPHONE: No running!
..battling it out
Sorry, just got to be safe.
MEGAPHONE WHOOPS
Morning. Here's your milk.
Oh! Hi, Hugo.
Thank you.
KELBY: Oh. Oh, careful, sir!
You're by the edge there.
Caref Careful!
You're going to fall!
Argh! Oh, my gosh!
Big day today? Yeah, it is.
See ya. Good luck!
Hello! Uh, they're
They're asking for their bags?
Oh! Here you are. Sorry, Ben.
They're all labelled.
All done.
Thank you.
Oh! Here she is. Hiya!
Oh! Where have you been?
A slight issue locating the binoculars.
Ah Well, go and find a good spot,
and I'll try and get
there for the start.
Righto.
SIGHS
Hello? Hi, two cappuccinos, please.
Sure. ANNE: Come on!
They're about to start!
Where's Martha?
She's following on.
Ah, hello, sweet girl. Oh
Rosie, look! Here they come.
Hi.
That's Nathan Dalton.
He won this exact cup here
in the same race
before you were born.
But only by nobbling the boat
of the bloke behind him - Hugo Digsby.
You all right?
Now it's their daughters
racing, Francine and Polly.
So, there's bad blood.
BOTH LAUGH
REPORTER: It's got the usual suspects.
Both Polly and Francine
OK. You'll be fine.
Oh! Hiya. Good luck, Polly.
Thanks, Ben. Francine.
Thanks.
Dad, can you hold this?
Polly, Francine, could I, uh?
Do you mind?
So, ladies, joint favourites.
How do you see the race going?
It's about the start, really.
We've all got to get off well,
then see what happens.
It's about the first turn.
Getting in front,
to get tighter to the buoy.
I have to ask,
your dads were part of
that infamous race in '95.
How much has that played
on your minds this week?
Yeah, a bit.
People have been talking
about it since we got here.
But it's what we do that matters.
Yeah.
Francine, the regatta trophy
and £30,000 up for grabs.
Can you win it?
SCOFFS
Well, obviously.
She's a Dalton.
Winning is what we do.
Well, good luck to both of you.
May the best woman win.
Smug git.
Leave it, Dad.
ANNOUNCER: All competitors
to the water, please.
Will all competitors
Good luck, darling. Thanks.
..make their way to the water?
OK.
NATHAN: Now, there's a squad selector
from British Sailing here today.
Here's your shot.
- Don't mess it up.
- I won't. I promise.
Keep your eye on that prize, Francine.
OK.
CHEERING
REPORTER: The crowds are building.
I've just spoken to the two favourites,
Francine Dalton and Polly Digsby.
It's anyone's race at this point.
CHEERING
ANNOUNCER: The scene is set
for a spectacular race
with a breathtaking backdrop.
As the sailors launch their boats,
you can feel the excitement building.
Who will rise to the challenge
and come out on top?
KLAXON
The klaxon goes, and it's a clean start.
But it's all about technical skills.
Francine Dalton
pulls ahead from the others.
She's got a strong lead on Polly Digsby,
who's lagging behind.
An unusually slow start from her.
Can she catch up in time?
Dalton rounds the first mark
with confidence,
making it clear to the competition
that she's got this race
under her control.
Digsby seems to be struggling
behind the race leader.
BREATHES HEAVILY
ROPES CREAK
Polly Digsby seems
to be in real trouble!
FRANCINE: Polly!
MUFFLED CRIES
Help!
MUFFLED CRIES
Help!
One morning in the month of June
Down by a rolling river
There a weary traveller
chanced to stray
And he beheld his lover
Her cheeks were red
Her eyes were brown
Her hair in ringlets hanging down
She'd a lovely face without a frown
Just as the tide was flowing. ♪
Can I take her home? Yep, yep.
You'll be all right.
She'll be all right.
Can we just take her now
cos she's getting cold?
Everything all right?
It's OK.
This is our Detective Inspector and DS.
Yeah, she's fine.
Right. What happened?
I think someone did something to me.
ESTHER: What makes you think that?
Sweetheart
I think someone tried to kill me.
ESTHER: Kill you? Really?
NATHAN: I trust there'll be a rematch.
Dad! The race wasn't completed.
OFFICIAL: I'm sorry, sir.
We don't know at this stage.
Where the hell are you going?
Sir, all right, calm down.
HUMPHREY: Sorry. You say
someone tried to kill you?
I found this in my bag this morning.
What? What is it?
I thought it was a joke.
Why didn't you tell me?
Like I said, I thought it was a joke.
"Race today and it will be your last."
All I know is I felt great.
Then, out of nowhere,
my vision went funny.
It was like I couldn't see straight.
Are you on any kind of medication?
Kelby! Oh! Be right back.
Bag this. Anti-depressants.
Since when?
Couple of months.
Thank you. Sir.
Have you had any kind of side-effects
since you've been taking them?
No.
When exactly did you
start feeling unwell?
Just after I sailed down to the start.
ESTHER: And you felt fine before?
Yeah.
Have you had anything
to eat or drink beforehand?
Just my fruit smoothie.
I had it before the race.
Do you still have the bottle?
Ten Mile Kitchen?
MARGO CHUCKLES
I haven't seen a letter
like that in years!
I mean, who can be bothered these days?
I can't remember the last
time I held a Pritt Stick.
Well, let's hope the
lab can find fingerprints
or a bit of DNA.
Oh, come on.
It's obvious he wanted
her to lose that race.
So, Margo, tell me
about this infamous race.
The two fathers.
Oh, don't start her off!
I want to hear it. It'd be my pleasure.
OK, here we go.
They'd been rivals for years.
Neck and neck.
Then it was the last race
of the season -
just like today.
Minutes into the race
..Hugo's boat started taking on water
and capsized before the turn.
There was a big bust-up afterwards,
and Hugo accused Nathan of sabotage.
We've all heard the story,
but nothing was proven.
Don't mean it didn't happen.
Don't mean it did either.
The point is Nathan Dalton went on
from strength to strength.
Got new sponsors,
sailed in the Olympics,
won a gold medal.
And Hugo Digsby?
Just disappeared from the racing scene.
He ran the local sailing club.
But then young Polly started racing
and he's been training her.
So that's what all the
fuss has been about?
The daughters following
in their dads' footsteps?
And a Digsby nobbled again.
It's not quite the same.
Yeah, and Francine did give up
on her race to go and save her.
True.
MESSAGE CHIMES
Oh, email from the lab.
Nothing in the energy bar,
but they've found significant traces
of zopiclone in Polly's smoothie.
That's a sleeping pill.
Mixed with her anti-depressants,
that would knock her out.
No athlete is going to willingly take
a sleeping pill
an hour before a race, so
Someone spiked her drink!
I can skip college for a few more days?
I'm not sure that's a good idea.
How else can we do it? Um
Hi. Everything all right?
Oh, we've just been told
there's an extra day of this regatta
so they can rerun the women's race.
But we've just run out
of breakfast supplies.
Ah. Everything all right?
Well, the fruit smoothie
that Polly Digsby drank
before the race
What about it?
We think it was spiked
with a sleeping pill.
No! Is she all right?
Ah, she's fine now.
The effects are wearing off.
But the drinks,
were they bought in?
No, I made them myself.
You made them?
Yeah, this morning.
Uh, the competitors have a breakfast bag
every morning before their first race -
an energy bar and a fruit smoothie -
so I made them fresh.
Did anyone help you?
No. I cut up the fruit,
mixed them, filled the bottles.
All the drinks were identical.
Well, could they have been
tampered with in any way?
Or did you leave them unattended?
No, I did everything on my own.
I put them in bags
with their initials on,
then they were collected
and taken down to the start.
You said the bags were collected?
Mm-hm. By whom?
Poor Polly.
How is she?
Yeah, she's going to be OK.
Did you have any contact?
Any contact with anyone at all
on your way down to the start
after picking up the bags?
No. No-one.
I went straight there.
So you delivered the drink
to Polly exactly as it had been
prepared by Martha?
Yeah.
Yeah, I literally picked
them up from Martha
and went straight down to the water.
You didn't put Polly's bag
down at any point on the way?
No.
And once you'd given it to Polly,
did you see her put it anywhere?
I seem to remember her
opening the bag
and drinking her smoothie
straight away.
Are you sure she's going
to be all right?
Uh
She's a little shaken, but she'll be OK.
Sorry,
are you and Polly?
Oh
CHUCKLES
I wish.
I mean, I-I've known her a long time.
So You know, Dad has a boat
here and Polly's always around.
So I've thought about asking
her out a couple times, but
..we're very different, so
Sometimes different is good.
Sorry, when you gave Polly her smoothie,
was there anyone with her?
Yes.
Yeah, she was with her dad,
and they were being interviewed
by the TV crew.
This is all the footage
from the TV crew.
Look.
HUMPHREY SIGHS
No
Um, ah, sorry, excuse me.
KEYS CLACK
That doesn't make sense.
If Martha made the smoothies herself,
and then packed them all into bags,
and then Ben took them
straight to the start without stopping,
well, we can see here
that no-one put anything in
once she'd opened it.
So how and when
was her smoothie spiked?
Margo, fingerprints on the bottle?
We won't get anything back
until the morning now,
but Nathan Dalton was on the quayside,
and we know he's cheated before.
We don't know any such thing.
And, anyway, it doesn't look
like anyone went near her.
What about Ben?
He's the one who delivered it.
He could be lying.
Possible, but he did seem
genuinely worried about her.
Then it can only be one person.
The one person who had the opportunity
to put something in that bottle.
So I'll leave Rosie
at the cafe with Zoe,
then head off to the suppliers' meeting.
Oh, but Zoe's got to meet
the delivery at the quayside.
Oh, right.
Well, I could try and get out
at lunchtime for an hour.
Well, won't you be tied up
with the case?
Probably. Especially as, uh
..you're my prime suspect.
What?! Yeah.
You're the only one
who could have spiked
Polly Digsby's bottle.
Ah, well, in that case,
I confess everything.
It was me. Lock me up.
I could do with a rest.
Good. Case closed.
See you in six months.
LAUGHS
I'll ask Mum to look after Rosie
while I'm at the suppliers'.
Oh
Things will get easier once
we find her a school place.
Have you heard back?
No, not yet.
I'll chase them again tomorrow.
Mum! Mm-hm?
Why are my ears burning?
Well, we were just discussing
how brilliant you are with Rosie.
Somehow, I get the feeling
this is childcare-related.
Would you mind taking her
tomorrow afternoon?
INHALES
Hmm
What's in it for me?
My eternal love and affection.
Does that come in the form
of a deliciously home-cooked dinner?
As soon as the regatta is over,
I will cook you a meal of your choice.
CHUCKLES
Deal.
OK.
God, you're good!
Right
ESTHER: How many is that?
Two.
You have your own business.
And how's that a good thing?
It stops you
getting under my feet all day.
Gives you something else to think about.
So that's it - the three things
that you like best about me
are my hair, my posh accent,
and that I've got a job?
Too gushy?
No, I think you've dodged
that particular pothole.
LAUGHS
See?
You speak lovely,
and look at your hair -
it's all floppy.
All right, my turn.
You are ultra-bright,
which makes you incredibly sexy.
Is that one or two? One.
You're a good mum, which shows that,
despite all evidence to
the contrary, you have a heart.
Mm-hm. Get me scanned. I don't.
And three I don't think
I've ever known anyone
who manages to be as frustrating
and yet fascinating
at the same time,
in exactly the same measure.
LAUGHS
It's a gift.
Agreed.
Right, so, what are the three things
we don't like about each other?
Um
I don't have any bad points.
Is that so?
Your trouble is
..you think too much.
So, we've decided to skip
over your bad points,
and we're moving
just straight on to mine?
Mm, exactly. Brilliant.
I went to primary school with
a boy called Simon Corkindale.
And whatever toy he got,
he'd take it apart to see how it worked.
And, once, he got
this remote-control car
and he spent weeks
taking it apart, bit by bit,
to see what was inside it,
and then he couldn't
put it back together again.
That's a bit like you.
How so?
Because you always want
to know how things work.
Like, um You know, is it a date?
Are we boyfriend and girlfriend?
What do we like about each other?
What don't we like about each other?
Sometimes, the joy is just about
playing with your remote-control car
without worrying what's inside it.
I'll try and remember that.
So is that it? Are we done
with my inadequacies?
They're not inadequacies.
Though, there is, um,
one thing you might want to work on.
Oh, yeah, what's that?
The amount of time you leave
people with an empty glass.
And, you know, it's polite
to kiss people on your way out.
How do you feel?
A bit shaky. But better.
Shouldn't you be resting?
All those months training
..didn't even make the first buoy.
Ah.
Wasn't your fault, Poll.
You know they've declared
the race a no-contest?
Ordered a rerun for tomorrow?
No, Poll.
Why not?
Because
..until we find out who did this to you,
I don't want you out there.
So they win?
30 grand and the Cup
on a silver platter,
and everything we trained
for was for nothing?
I could still screw up.
At least it will be down to me,
not someone else.
But, no, I just wasn't sure
whether you'd call me
or I should be calling you -
for the biopsy results, I mean
Can you take this? No, no,
that's absolutely fine.
I just thought it better to check.
S-Sorry to have bothered you.
Bye.
Come on, quick.
Pop your seat belt on. OK.
Is everything all right, dear?
Ah, yes. Humphrey set the alarm
for the wrong time.
Oh, that's annoying.
Let me do that. Oh, thank you.
I made some banana muffins this morning.
Would you two like one?
Oh, no time, Mum. Maybe later.
What are you doing making muffins?
You hate baking.
I was bored.
I didn't sleep too well last night.
Everything OK?
Never better!
OK, see you later.
Hmm!
ENGINE STARTS
Bye, Mrs L!
MOBILE CHIMES
How's the new app going?
To be honest, Margo,
I'm never really sure what to say.
I get a message,
something like,
"Hi, I'm Amy.
What are you saying?"
And I never really know
what to write back.
Here, look.
"Nice ears"?
I panicked.
Yeah.
Morning, all! Morning.
Good evening?
Yeah. Just had a quiet one.
Have the forensics come back?
Yes.
Hello!
LAUGHS
Sorry. Gentle mishap
with the alarm clock.
Oh! Is that? Um Yep.
They found fibres on the letters.
Good.
Kelby?
See if you can ascertain
where the fibres on the note
to Polly might have come from.
It might lead us to something.
Yes, sir.
Um, the bottle?
Uh, the only fingerprints on the bottle
were Polly's and one other not on file.
I'm assuming they belong to Martha.
Not very helpful. One's the
victim, the other's my fiancee.
I thought
..as police officers,
you weren't allowed
to let your personal feelings
influence your thinking.
I'm just saying,
technically,
she is the main suspect.
LAUGHS
No-one
..thinks it's Martha,
but she could hold the answers
without knowing, maybe?
If it was anyone else,
you'd bring 'em in.
Just saying.
CHUCKLES UNCOMFORTABLY
She's going to kill me.
Good! Good. Good, good, good.
Um, yes. Thank you, Kelby.
SIGHS
Now, just a formality
..because there were two sets of prints
on the bottle, you see, and, well
..Polly's, which we'd expect,
and we think the others might be yours.
Mm. But, obviously, we don't have
your fingerprints on file
because you've never been
in trouble before.
Or ever.
Martha, we know it's a pain,
but now that we know
the smoothie was spiked,
we need to try and work out
how that was done.
There was no-one else
in the catering van with you?
Zoe came in to make Kelby a cup of tea
while I was doing the bags,
but she was in there two minutes,
and I was there with
the bottles the whole time.
So can you be absolutely
certain, darling
..er
..th-that, apart from Zoe,
no-one else came onto the catering van
between the time when
the smoothies were made
and when they were picked up
to be taken to the competitors?
Yes!
Sorry, Martha. We just need to be sure.
About what?
Whether the drinks
were tampered with in any way
while they were in your keeping.
But I've already said they weren't.
Eight times.
Oh, yes, yes.
But, um, you see, we're not
questioning you, per se.
No? No, we're simply trying to,
um, jog your memory,
in case something happened
that you haven't remembered
or you've forgotten.
Like what?
Turning the alarm on?
Putting the cap back on the toothpaste?
Picking up dirty clothes off the floor?
LAUGHS UNCOMFORTABLY
Not
No, just about the drinks.
Look, can you please just
talk me through your
movements one last time?
Takeaway tonight.
And a bottle of rose.
Are you attempting
to bribe a police officer?
Yes. Deal.
6:45, I arrived at quayside to open up.
Health and Safety sign off
15 minutes later.
Then stock check, breakfast
prep and light up grill.
I started work
on the sailors' breakfast bags
a little after 8:30.
Hugo brought fresh milk
from the clubhouse just before nine.
Zoe came to make Kelby a cup of tea.
Ben collected the competitors'
breakfast bags.
Hello! Uh, they're
They're asking for their bags.
They're all labelled.
All done. Thank you.
All this by 9:15.
And I have a witness for that.
- Who?
- You!
Oh, yes. Right.
So at no time the bags
were out of your sight?
Absolutely not.
So nobody could have tampered
with them without you seeing?
Well, I don't see how. I was
on the van the whole time.
You said that Hugo brought
fresh milk from the clubhouse.
Polly's dad.
Yes? Did he come in the van?
No.
He passed the bottles up
to me through the back door.
Thank you.
Now, are we finished?
I'm really running very late,
and I need to get on.
Yeah, I may have more questions.
I mean, hardly any.
Certainly not now.
In fact, possibly none at all.
Bye!
Love you!
DOOR SLAMS
Mr Digsby?
Have you found out
who wrote that awful letter?
Uh, no. Not yet.
She wants to race again.
How do I know she's still not in danger?
We're doing everything we can.
Er, Martha mentioned you took
fresh milk to her yesterday morning.
Like I have done every
morning this week.
Why?
Uh, we're trying to find out
who was near the catering van
where the competitors' breakfast bags
were being prepared.
Are you suggesting I tried to
spike my own daughter's drink?
No, no, no, of course not.
We're asking if you saw
anyone else there.
Well, the site was busy.
Plenty of people milling about.
Specifically the catering van.
It's the same thing.
Stewards, members of the public,
the competitors
and their teams all passed
on their way down to the water.
No-one who looked odd or out of place?
Nah.
I was there
..less than a minute.
Martha was working in the van alone.
Passed her the milk, and then I left.
Look, we all know
there's only one person
who would benefit from Polly
not winning that race.
I understand you
and Mr Dalton have history?
But we have no evidence he was involved.
That man took everything from me.
But he won't do the same
with my daughter.
So either you stop him or I will.
SIGHS
SIGHS LOUDLY
What is it, Kelby?
The fibre turned out
to be a blonde hair,
so it's probably Polly's.
So how am I supposed to find out
who sent the letter now?
It's called police work.
Ha!
But it's impossible!
Why do I get
the impossible things to do?!
I've been staring at this for so long
I can't see words any more!
Have a biscuit.
No, thanks, I
SIGHS
Have a coffee. Already had one.
Then have a quieter crisis
so I can read in peace!
But there's no fingerprints.
There's just a stupid blonde hair.
Oh!
What was that for?
To try and stop you moaning.
You're making my teeth itch.
What?
I was just saying that
Margo
..you're a genius.
CHUCKLES
Yeah.
Where are you going?
Oh!
WIND GUSTS
Oh!
Now, that's interesting.
No, thanks, Margo. That's great.
OK. Speak to you later.
Bye.
That was Margo.
Nathan Dalton is
up to his eyeballs in debt.
Right.
So the £30,000 prize money
that comes with the Cup
would be very welcome, I imagine.
Yes, it would.
Well, let's see what he's
got to say for himself.
It was a couple of
rogue investments, that's all.
I'm handling it.
Winning £30,000 would help
somewhat, I imagine.
Of course it would.
But only if Francine won
the last race of the season.
By overcoming the one person
who could stop
that happening - Polly Digsby.
Is that the best you can do?
Right, but you've got to admit
that you and your daughter
had the most to gain
from Polly losing that race.
Which she will when it's rerun,
without the need for any help from me.
Right.
This rivalry between you two
..runs pretty deep.
Look,
despite Hugo's tiresome
insistence to the contrary,
I am not a cheat.
Neither am I the architect
of the miserable existence
he has built for himself.
Francine has been trained
by the best sailors in the world.
Her kit is top-of-the-range,
so she has everything
she needs to win
..fair and square.
So
..I suggest you look elsewhere.
DOOR OPENS
DOOR CLOSES
No
Oh.
DOOR CLOSES
How long has he been doing this?
About 40 minutes.
He could be there for hours.
Yes, yes!
I've got it!
Oh! OK!
So, I was looking at the letter earlier
when an idea hit me.
Literally.
KELBY EXHALES
What if all the words were
cut from the same magazine?
Polly's a sailor.
What about a sailing magazine?
This magazine.
I checked every letter of every word
against the last issue
and they all match.
That is extraordinary, Kelby.
Yeah.
Thank you, sir.
But But that's not all.
It got me thinking
about the hair we found.
Because it was a blonde hair,
I assumed it belonged to Polly.
Seems reasonable.
Yeah.
Except
..part of the hair was stuck
underneath one of the letters!
So it had to belong to the
person who stuck the letters
down onto the paper.
Yes!
Brilliant work, Kelby!
But But it was a blonde hair,
so whose was it?
Then I saw this.
On the front page
of the same issue used
Francine Dalton.
GASPS
Yeah.
We can always do a DNA test on the hair.
I mean, that will prove conclusively
whether the hair is yours or not.
You'll only make
things worse on yourself
not telling us the truth.
I didn't spike her drink.
I swear.
But you did send the letter.
I knew my dad would be
disappointed if I didn't win.
So I sent the letter to try
and throw Polly off her game.
But I never intended
for her to get hurt.
When she fell in
You thought it was your fault.
My dad wants to win so badly, and
..I try so hard.
That can be tough.
But why go through all the trouble
of cutting up the magazine?
You could have just messaged her.
I saw it in a movie.
I thought it'd give it
a bit of dramatic effect.
You were standing closest to Polly
when she opened her breakfast bag.
You could have quite easily
put something in the bottle.
I didn't touch her bottle, I swear!
Look
I've admitted to sending
the stupid letter.
It was childish, and I'm sorry.
But I would never do anything
to really hurt her.
I just wanted my dad to be proud of me.
NATHAN: Where is she?
ESTHER:
She's being released on a caution.
Francine, do you have any idea
what you've done?
You know you'll be disqualified.
I'm sorry.
I am going to have to move mountains
to make sure you're still
allowed to race tomorrow.
Dad, please Not here.
We'll discuss this later.
But I don't want Get
..in the car.
I'm very sorry for
the trouble, Detective.
It won't happen again.
The more I see him,
the more I dislike him.
CAR DRIVES AWAY
Yes.
PHONE RINGS
MUNCHES QUICKLY
GROANS
God
MUFFLED: Shipton Abbott Police Station?
Oh, yeah. Hello.
CHUCKLES
No, I just, um, had a
..something in the back of my throat.
ENGINE REVS
I'm starting to understand why
she may have sent that letter.
You really think
she'd spike Polly's drink?
And if she had, why would
she jump in to save her,
throwing the race in the process?
What are you all out here for?
Hugo called.
Polly's been given
the all-clear to race tomorrow.
Is that a good idea?
If someone is really after Polly,
then they might try again.
Well, if we seem to have
reached a dead end,
that may be the only way
we'll catch them.
Right. Thank you.
SIGHS
Oh, sorry you're missing
another college day, Zoe.
That's OK. It's just one of those weeks.
All hands to the pump.
At least I'm getting paid for it.
Your mum does it for free.
I promised her a slap-up dinner
once we're done.
Besides, it'll help
take her mind off things.
Oh, she told you, then?
Told me what?
I thought you said you wanted
to take her mind off things.
Well, she just seemed a bit down lately.
What are you talking about?
Oh
SIGHS
Well, what did the doctor say?
That it was probably harmless,
but they needed a biopsy to be sure.
A biopsy?
As in surgery?
Oh, hardly! It was a couple of stitches,
and I was awake the whole time.
Mum, that's a big deal!
Look, Motty, stop it!
TAKES A DEEP BREATH
I just wish you hadn't gone
through this on your own.
And why shouldn't I? Your father did.
But that was a different time.
You weren't allowed to go with him.
Yes, well
It didn't seem fair.
Dad wouldn't have wanted you
to go through this alone.
You know, last week, I
..I sat on that horrid
little plastic chair
waiting for them to call me,
and I thought of how frightened
he must have been,
being there on his own.
You did everything you could.
And I'm sorry he's not here,
but I am.
SNIFFS
Don't you think you've
got enough to worry about?
Excluding me from things
gives me more worry, not less.
No more secrets?
No more secrets.
How was your day?
Oh!
Spent most of it watching
how parents can screw up their kids.
Sounds fun.
Not really.
Would a large glass of my
finest dry white cheer you up?
Mm.
It's a good place to start.
Um
I'm sure she'll be discreet.
SIGHS
Hello?
Humphrey!
Yes! A takeaway, as promised.
Everything all right? Let me help.
No, it's all right. I've got it.
Didn't you ask for a bag?
I forgot. Course you did.
No, come on. No, Martha, it's fine.
It's fine, come on. Martha, I've got
Oh, God!
CRIES
I'll get a towel.
There's a piece of glass in her leg.
What were you thinking?!
Me?
It was you who did
Oh, just get the car!
ROSIE GASPS
Right.
OK, OK, OK, darling. OK.
Can you walk?
Honey, OK.
Let's go. That's it.
That's it. We'll just get to the car.
Have you got the keys?
Nearly there. Nearly there.
That's it. That's it.
PA: Dr Warrington.
Paging Dr Warrington
There you are.
A couple of butterfly stitches
and you're right as rain.
How did it happen?
They were arguing.
Oh I dropped a bottle.
She didn't mean to.
Well, it was my fault, really.
No, it was just a
stupid careless mistake.
Please don't beat yourself up.
Kids have accidents all the time.
Yes. Thank you.
Now, how about a sticker
for being so brave?
Yes, please.
She meant for me, silly!
Oh! Back in a minute.
She's right - you have been very brave.
I didn't like when you
shouted at each other.
Oh Well
Sometimes Humphrey and I
can snap at each other,
but it doesn't mean anything.
Are you going to break up?
Oh, darling, no!
I was just a bit worried.
We both were, and that makes
us a little bit anxious.
But we both love each other
very, very much.
Oh, we do. We really do.
And we love having you with us.
OK?
Here we go.
I'm sorry. Me too.
BOTH CHUCKLE
You're in early.
Ah, big day.
Thought I'd get a head start
on the paperwork.
No-one knows yet.
Not even Zoe.
Your secret's safe with me.
Have you ever kept a secret, Margo?
Once.
- In 1985.
- Hmm?
- What was that?
- I can't tell you.
GIGGLES
I won't tell anyone,
but there's nothing to
be embarrassed about.
So, how long have you been seeing him?
Not happening.
Oh, come on!
Is it serious?
I'm due at the quayside.
I thought the Dalton girl
had been disqualified.
Yeah, she has.
But even though she sent the letter,
someone else spiked Polly's drink,
and they might still be down there.
But is it serious?
Not happening!
SIGHS: OK.
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
BLENDER WHIRS
Sorry, sorry.
So, these were prepared
in exactly the same way, yes?
Exactly.
No-one else has been on here?
Right?
For the tenth time
..no! Good, good.
Good good.
Hugo sent these.
He's just getting Polly ready.
ANNOUNCER: Welcome back
Thank you.
..to the Saltleigh Regatta,
where we have the much-anticipated
rescheduled women's singles race.
Just to let you know,
after the incident yesterday,
all the participants are well
Cheers.
Good morning.
Ah. Hi, Ben.
Here you are. All labelled.
Thanks.
See you later.
Bye.
ANNOUNCER: We send
our best wishes to Francine
and hope to see her back
on the water soon.
And, Ben, all the bags
are the same, yes?
Yes, yeah.
Here you go, Polly.
No! Thanks.
Brought her own.
Everything OK?
Er, yes, so far.
HE SIGHS
You all right, Dad? You look tired.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm fine.
Been a long week.
You sure you want to sail today, Polly?
Do you feel up to it?
We won't let 'em beat us, will we, Dad?
No, darling!
We won't. Jolly good.
Hurry up, Francine!
We'll be here the whole time.
We're going to be late.
What are you doing here?
You've been disqualified.
Thankfully, the committee
saw sense when I explained
it was just a bit of friendly banter.
Friendly banter!
It was a criminal offence!
Yeah, OK. Look,
gents, if we could just
If you're not up for the challenge,
you can crawl back to your
little life and tend gardens
for old ladies.
What are you going on about,
if I'm not up for the challenge?!
Course I am! Dad
ESTHER: Take a step back.
I always have been!
Don't you get bored
of blaming other people?
Calm down. Guys
BOTH ARGUE
HUMPHREY: Gentlemen, please, can
we That's enough!
I'm not doing this any more.
Francine, what are you doing?
Put that back on! No!
I hate sailing.
I've always hated sailing.
If you want to win so badly
..you race.
Francine, wait!
Wait!
Francine, please!
What are you doing?
I'm sorry for sending the letter.
I started sailing to make
my dad proud of me.
But he never is.
But all the work you've put in
You can't just walk away.
I have to, Poll.
I need to be who I want to be.
Not who Dad wants me to be.
Maybe we could go
for a beer sometime instead?
I'd like that.
Frankie! Francine, come here!
POLLY: She's OK. Frankie, please!
Sweetheart!
ANNOUNCER: Now, all eyes
are on Polly Digsby
as she makes her way to the start line.
If she wins this race,
not only will she receive
the Regatta Cup
and £30,000 prize money,
but she will also be crowned
this year's South West Women's Champion.
Polly Digsby is off to a flying start,
nailing her position windward
and carving out
a brilliant route off the line.
And it's Digsby with the advantage
as she rounds the first mark,
executing the move flawlessly,
leaving the rest of the fleet
trailing behind her.
COMMENTARY CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY
Uh, this one's yours.
Thank you.
Uh, milk, sir?
Yes. Thank you, Kelby.
..more than just a race.
To become season champion,
she needs to win
Ugh, sugar.
Oh, that one must be mine.
COMMENTARY CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY
What are you doing? Crisscross.
What if the smoothie
wasn't meant for Polly?
The bag had her name on it.
What if the bags got mixed up?
Doesn't sound like Martha.
I'm not talking about Martha.
Ben's got a soft spot for her.
And it was a race day.
There was a camera crew. It was chaos.
So what if, distracted by his crush,
Ben got the bags mixed up.
Polly. Thanks, Ben.
Do you mean we've been looking
at who could have spiked Polly
when we should have just been asking?
Yes.
Not "PD" for Polly Digsby,
but "FD" for Francine Dalton.
But Yes, and that's
the point, isn't it?
We continually discounted
the real culprit,
because it made no sense.
So, yes, who would want
to spike Francine's drink
is exactly the question
we haven't been asking.
Hugo? Precisely.
But how?
Martha's adamant
no-one went into the van.
I think I know how.
Every morning, Hugo brought
fresh milk to the van.
Morning. Here's your milk.
Oh! Hi, Hugo. Thank you.
I think Hugo worked out
there was a small window of opportunity
to switch breakfast bags.
I noticed it when I was
with Martha this morning.
When she opens the fridge door.
Big day today.
Yeah. It is, yeah. See ya.
There's no way Martha
could have seen Hugo
switch the bag with the pre-prepared bag
containing the smoothie
he'd spiked earlier.
He must have taken the bag and smoothie
from the van the day before.
Exactly.
Martha was right.
She never left the van
and no-one else came in,
but the switch had already been made.
Hello! Er, they're
They're asking for their bags?
Sorry, Ben.
They're all labelled. All done.
Thank you.
But when Polly had her accident,
surely Hugo would have
realised what he'd done.
I think he did, and I think he
was on the brink of confessing.
And then something stopped him.
HUGO: You'll be all right.
She'll be all right.
Can we just take her now?
Get her back in the warm?
Everything all right?
Ah, it's OK.
This is our Detective Inspector and DS.
FRANCINE: I think someone did
something to me.
What makes you think that?
Sweetheart
I think someone tried to kill me.
NATHAN: I trust there'll be a rematch.
The race wasn't completed.
OFFICIAL: I'm sorry, sir.
We don't know at this stage.
Remember, he didn't
know about the letter,
and I think that threw him.
I mean, without that,
he might have told
the truth straight away.
Hugo was never aiming for Polly.
He was aiming for Francine,
because all he wanted
was for his daughter
to have what he felt she deserved.
This moment.
ANNOUNCER: Just a few
more metres! There it is!
Polly Digsby
POLLY CHEERS
..crosses the finish line
and wins the race.
CHEERING
An incredible victory for Polly
Digsby, the regatta champion
Yeah, you were amazing!
So fast!
Well done, Polly!
HUGO: Well done, guys!
Good race!
You did it! I knew you would.
CHEERING
HUMPHREY: Mr Digsby
..would you come with us, please?
We know it was you.
What's going on?
Ca Can I have a minute?
Yeah.
I've got something to tell you.
HUGO: How long will I be here?
Uh, not long.
We'll need to take a full statement,
talk to Polly about
what she wants to happen next.
A few hours, hopefully.
Well, I deserve
whatever I've got coming.
Listen, before we do
the formal interview
..can I ask you something?
CORK POPS, CHEERING
And THAT is a wrap
on the Saltleigh Regatta!
Thank God.
That's a very nice jacket.
Thank you, sir.
Sparkling apple juice -
to say thank you.
For everything.
Hello! Hello.
Ooh, what are we drinking?
Sparkling apple juice.
MARGO: Ooh!
ESTHER: Yes, please.
HUMPHREY: Splendid. Oh, thank you.
There you go, Kelby. Thanks, Anne.
MARGO: Hey, me!
CHUCKLING
Lovely.
ESTHER: So
..who wants to know the gossip
about the original dads' race?
What?
Well, when we put Hugo in the cells,
he wasn't in a good place,
so I thought I'd take advantage of that.
CHORTLES: That's my girl!
And you asked him about what happened.
You didn't! Yes, I did!
Terribly unprofessional. Oh, shush!
It turns out he wasn't nobbled at all.
He didn't check his boat
properly the night before.
His transom bung, er had perished -
that's why he took on water.
Oh
And he's blamed
Nathan Dalton all this time?
Well, they were avid
competitors at the time
and it gave him a good excuse
for losing the race.
HUMPHREY LAUGHS
Wow.
OK.
PHONE RINGS
So, Margo
Sorry. I'll just get this.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Budge up, budge up
INDISTINCT CHATTER
SHAKILY: I can't do it.
Yes, you can.
What if it's bad news?
Then we'll face it.
Hello?
Yes.
Right.
Thank you.
It's benign!
MARTHA GASPS
It's totally harmless!
Thank goodness.
Hey, hey, it's all right.
Ah! I'm OK.
You don't get rid of me that easily.
SHE SOBS
It's good news.
Ooh, goodness!
CHUCKLING
What are you lot
skulking about for over there?
Uh, we're debating whether
we should have two takeaways
in a week. Is that even a question?
After last time, I'm not
entirely sure it's a good idea.
Why, what happened? Oh, well
MARTHA: Rosie ended up in hospital.
Oh! Oh, no!
Wh-What was it, Rosie?
Was it a hot curry?
I had that once.
ROSIE: What?
Chicken naga. I thought
I was having a heart attack.
Mum called the ambulance and everything.
LAUGHTER
Right, well, on that note
MARGO: Unbelievable.
..cheers, everyone.
ALL: Cheers.
Just joking.
KELBY: When the Corn Man comes, bad
luck is coming your way.
ESTHER: It's a Corn Doll.
They're made from the last harvest
and hung to bring
luck until the next one.
Esther! There's a fire, the Ellis's!
You took the Corn Doll down, I know
you did. Now look what you've done!
I never touched your stupid Corn Doll!
Stella and Michaela
were in a relationship
..at least, until
Stella's dad found out.
A family feud - how exciting!
ANNE: I've added a
skydive to my bucket list.
Please tell me that's a joke.
Here we are! Oh, first day.
Dad came in and that's when we saw it.
Good grief.
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