Beyond Paradise (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript

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-Dilly dally, darling.

There's not much point in paying
for sunrise yoga

if the sun's already risen.

-Inhaling all the way up.

And exhale.

Hands right down by.

Keep moving with your breath.

Well?
-Well what?

-Just the last time
you did a yoga class,

you feel guilty about having
cheated on your theory test.

-I'm not feeling guilty.



-Oh, for goodness sake.

I saw you and Archie
together the other night.

Kissing.

-That's not what --

It isn't what you think.

Archie tried to kiss me,
but I slapped him

before he got the chance.

-You slapped him?

-Yes. Quite hard, as well.

-How very "Dynasty" of you.

-I'm dreading seeing him again,
to be honest.

-And there I was believing
there was nothing

going on between you.

-There is nothing going on.



-Clearly.
-There is nothing going on.

-So you've told Humphrey
all about it, then?

-No. But I just don't
want him to worry.

Or to hate Archie
or do anything stupid.

-Well, secrets have a funny way
of coming back

and biting you in the band,
you know?

-This isn't a secret.

I just feel like
I've given Humphrey enough

to digest recently.

Telling him that I'm in business
with my ex-fiancé,

that I don't want a baby.

-How's Humphrey been about
the baby thing?

-Perfect.

Wonderful.

Saying all the right things.

That's the problem.

I'm just not sure
he's being completely honest.

-Morning.

-Morning, Esther.
How's it going?

-Oh, it's almost done.
Just overhauling now.

Making sure there's
no risk of rekindle.

-You suspect arson?

-Well, there's definitely
a smell of petrol.

And the graffiti strongly
suggests that might be the case.

-Ah. I'm guessing
this isn't a pig farm.

-Arable and sheep, I think.

-Right.
I better talk to the owner.

-Ah, that will be Lucas Fairly,
the farmer. He called it in.

-Okay. Cheers.

Thank you.

Lucas Fairly?

-Not enough that
burn down my barn,

they have to ruin my bloody
tractor, as well.

-Any reason someone might want
to set fire to your barn

and write "Pig"?

-Not that I can think of.

-That's a nasty
looking scratch.

-Oh, yeah. Wrestling
with a fence post.

-You called in the fire.
Is that correct?

-Yeah. I woke about
3:30, I think.

Saw the fire
from the window, called 999.

-Did you see anyone
or anything else unusual?

-No. No one.

-Are you married, partner?
Anyone else living here?

-Who's asking?

No.

-Does anyone else work here?

-No, it's just me.

I have seasonal workers
that come in

during the busy periods
for the harvest and the like,

but no one at present.

-Right.
Well, I'll have a look around.

If you think of anything that
could be relevant,

give us a call.

-Should I take your number?
Just in case.

-Station number is online.

Well, I think I
know the pig is.

Is it all right
if I have a look?

-Yeah.
I'll just follow you in.

-Blimey. Big.

-Yeah.

-What have you got?

-Don't know.

Button, by looks of it.

-Ah!

Oh, duck. Yes. Oh, yeah.
I got it.

A bit earlier
with the warning next time.

Yes, apology accepted.
Oh, hello.

-Nice overalls.

-Well, all the gear and no idea
is my new mantra.

Mwah.

-What's this?

-Can I not treat my beautiful
and perfect fiancé

to a health
and balanced breakfast?

-Well, when you
put it like that.

-Humph.
-How was yoga?

-Yes. Good.

Well, apart from the fact
that everyone was twice my age

and three times as flexible.

-Oh, yes.
Well, now we're no longer

going to be drowning
in nappies and carrot puree,

perhaps we can spend more time
on our hobbies.

You could go
to yoga more than once a decade,

and I could finally take up...

-Squash?
-Crochet.

-Yes. Good idea.

I could crochet you
a nest, perhaps, Irwin.

It's just a thought.

-What, you just put
the whole thing in a jar?

-Mm-hmm. You give it a shake,
and then all the skin comes off.

-Well, I never.

-You two aren't discussing
horror films again, are you?

-Garlic, sir.
-Right.

-Just when you think
you got life sussed.

-Morning, sir.

-What have you got?

-Suspected arson
at Vicarage Farm,

the hay barn.

Petrol, the likely accelerant,

Graffiti found nearby.
Possible message.

-"Pig."
-The farmer, Lucas Fairly,

called in around 3:30 a.m.

Silver button found
at the scene, could be related.

-Well, graffiti suggests
it's personal, not random.

Did Lucas Fairly have
any idea who might be?

-He says not.
-But?

I don't know. There was
something a bit off about him.

We're just doing
background checks on him now.

-Excellent.

-Anyone fancy a cuppa?

-Oh, yes, please.

-No luck.

-I was hoping to work out
what type of clothing

the button has come from,
but the markings are so faded,

it's almost impossible
to narrow down.

-All right.

Hiya.

-Hey.

-Cleo, stop it.

-Oh, I don't think you've met.

This is our new DI,
Humphrey Goodman.

This is Cleo Davenport,

Shipton's finest on call
Firefighter.

-Pleased to meet you, Cleo.

-Well, coming from the town's
finest darts player,

I'll take that.

-Yes. Got to say,
it did feel good

finally crushing
the dart-aholics.

-Right.
Lovely to meet you, Cleo.

-Right.

I was just on my way to pick up
Danni from work,

so I thought I'd deliver the
initial fire report in person.

-Danni's working?
-Those stables.

-Oh, I remember our first day
at St. Vincent's.

-Stop, you're making
me feel old.

We've got another fire.

Griffin's Timber yard.
I'll keep you posted.

-Okay.

Right. Come on.
Let's go, let's go, let's go!

-Exactly the same M.O.
as the farm.

-Are there any links between
here and Vicarage Farm?

-Not that I can think of.

-Looks like we might have
a serial arsonist on our hands.

Look at that.

The ants.

Looks like they're
having a party.

Oh, are you the owner?

Ow!

-Yeah. Susie Griffin. Yeah.

Lucky they didn't burn
the whole place down.

-Can you think of any reason

at all why someone might
want to do this?

-No disgruntled employees
or clients?

-No.
Not that I know of.

-There was another fire
in the early hours.

At Vicarage Farm. I heard.

-Do you know Lucas Fairly?

-Yeah, I do.

-Not a fan?

-He's got reputation, is all.

-What kind of reputation?

-Oh, you're better off asking
his ex-employees about that.

I'm sure Lucas will worm his way
out of it.

He always does.

There's no smoke without fire,
if you ask me.

Just...

-Hi, Margo.

-No smoke without fire.
Certainly isn't.

-Yeah, we're on our way back.

-Okay. We've looked into all
ex-employees at Vicarage Farm.

It seems Lucas Fairly

is a bit touchy feely
with his female employees.

The only one to report anything,
though, is a seasonal worker

by the name of Jess Owens,
who left abruptly one month in.

Didn't press charges
in the end.

-And do we know where Jess Owens
is now?

-Uh, the Darran Mountains
in Fiordland National Park.

-Is that New Zealand?

-Ooh, smart, detective?

She went about a year ago,
not been back since.

And obviously not
very contactable right now.

-Right, any family
or friends still in town?

-No, she was just
passing through, apparently.

-Okay. Thanks, Margo.

-Well, if that's everything,
I'll be off.

I've got an appointment
with a chicken Kiev.

-Right,
-Bye.

-Gosh. Home time.

-I'm going to stay
a bit longer.

I'm still trying to find a match
for this button.

-Well, I could stay
and give you a hand.

-Thanks.

-I didn't know you
played darts.

-Yeah.
Captain of the Kitty Cats.

That's how I want to Cleo.
She's on my team.

-All right.

I used to play
a bit of darts myself.

-Really?
-Oh, yes.

In fact, they used to call me
the Eric Bristow of St. Marie.

Okay.

Prove it.

-What?

-Prove it.

-Okay.

-Oh.
-Oh, close.

-Yes, well. I'm a bit rusty.

-Whatever you say.

Eric.

-Excuse me.

Round two.

Round...

-We're gonna need more hose!

-Statement all done, sir.

-Thank you, Sergeant.

-Humphrey.

-Archie.

Sorry about your...

-Wine cellar. Thank you.

Some of the best
vintage in there.

Such a waste.

-Yes.

Any reason why someone might
want to burn down

your wine cellar?

Upset anyone recently?

-You think it could be arson?
-Yes, I do.

-That would still be covered
by the insurance, though, right?

-Well, that's a matter
for your insurers.

Excuse me.

-Is that a pyjama top, sir?

-What?

Oh, yes, so it is.

It was dark when I got dressed.

Margo, could we have a look

at Archie Hughes' insurance
records, please?

-Yeah.
-Thank you.

-Here you go.

Oh, yeah. Thanks, Kelby.

-Life saver. You
suspect Archie?

-Is that a pyjama --
-Top? Yes.

Just due diligence, really.
Something he said.

It's probably nothing.

So, so far, we have
three fires,

all approximately 12 hours apart
at three different locations.

But what is the connection,
and why the word "pig"?

-Why three pigs?

-I'll huff and I'll puff
and I'll blow your house down.

-What was that?
-Oh.

Just when you were
saying three pigs,

it reminded me the story.

-Margo, you're a genius!

-Well, it has been said before.

-Of course! Esther,
the three little pigs!

This is what the arsonist
is trying to tell us.

-I think you might
be clutching at --

-Straw? Exactly.

Look, the hay barn is straw.
The timber yard is sticks.

And the wine cellar is bricks.

-Okay. Let's just say
you're right for a minute.

Why a children's story?

-That's what we need
to find out. Back in a minute.

-Where's he off to?

-I've given up trying
to understand

the inner workings of the man.

-Hm. Right.

Whilst we willy winkies
are running through the town --

-Who?

-Oh, never mind.

Can you look for any connection
between our three victims?

We already know that
Susie Griffin and Lucas Fairly

have crossed paths.

Any clubs they might
all belong to,

any events they've
all attended,

any employees or friends
they have in common.

That sort of thing.
-On it.

-Margo, can you contact
Archie Hughes' bank?

I'll collate the financial
records for our three victims.

We might find something in there
if we cross-reference them.

-Shipton police station.

Oh, hi, Floella.

Let me just see
who's available.

Floella Jones has just had
a break-in at her boat shed.

-Took your time, didn't you?

-20 minutes. Came as quick
as I could.

-Oh, never you mind that.
Someone's broken into my shed.

-Anything missing?

-I ain't look yet.

They might still be in there.

-Okay, well, I doubt it.

But you did the right thing
in waiting.

-What?
-What? What? What?

-Nothing.

Coast is clear.

-Oh.

-So, notice anything missing?

-I'll have to do an inventory.

-An inventory?
How long is that going to take?

-Got somewhere to be?

Let me get on with it then.

Right Yeah. One.

-Okay. Tell you what.
I'll have a look around.

-Then one day, a big bad wolf
came walking along the road.

He saw the first little pig
in his straw house.

With an evil glint
in his eye...

-Oh, Super.

-Thought I'd swing by and see
how you're getting on

with these fires.

-Not by the hair of my
chinny, chin, chin.

-Nap time, is it?

-Sorry. Noise cancelling.

I didn't hear you.
Sorry. What was that?

-I asked if it was nap time.

- Oh. No.

I can see
why you might think that.

I think better with my eyes
closed sometimes.

It's all about
sensory deprivation.

And the children's story
and the pyjamas.

They help me think better, too,
do they?

-Right. Yes.

No. Well, yes.

The children's story is actually
relevant to the case, ma'am.

You see,
our victims are pigs, and...

-Sorry, our victims of pigs?

-Not actual pigs.
Metaphorical pigs.

-Right.

Esther, perhaps you can
brief me in private.

-Yes, sure.

-Oh, those insurance docs
came through.

-Oh, yes. Great.
Thanks, Margo. Good.

-Could you call Archie?
Ask him to come in, please.

-With pleasure.

-So how are you
finding things here?

-Yeah. Good.

-And our new DI?

-He's growing on me.

-I mean, I can see why he might
be attached to this place.

It's got a certain
old charm to it,

but it is stuck in the past.

You're a good
detective, Esther.

Imagine what you could achieve
with all the modern technology

and support HQ could offer you.

-What do you mean?

-I want to bring you over
to the Hub.

I think you'd make
a great addition to the team.

-Not just swinging by then.

-Well, swinging by
in a purposeful way.

There'd be a promotion in it
for you, too.

-Oh, right.

-PC Hartford?

-Mm.

-Are you choking?

He's definitely choking.

-You all right.

Yeah?
-Yes, thanks.

-I'd better go.

Esther, think about
what I said.

-Yeah.

-Can the Earth just open up
and swallow me whole?

-It wasn't that bad.

-The woman I love just performed
the Heimlich on me.

-Love or lust?

-Sometimes it's hard
to tell the difference.

-Right, don't you go tell
the others, alright?

-What, that you've got the hots
for the chief superintendent?

Oh, don't worry.
You secret's safe with me.

Now, go and get yourself
cleaned up.

-Thanks, Sarge.

-Right. We're in -- We're in --
We're in here.

Hope I'm not under arrest.

-No, no, no. I just wanted
to check a few things with you.

-Yeah. Fire away.

-Speaking of which,
how is the wine cellar?

-Oh, fire away, ha. Yeah.

Mostly a great
big pile of ash now.

-Sorry about that.

-Well, luckily,
my stock is spread

over the other sellers mostly.

-Oh. And how many do you have?

-Five. Well, four now.

-Five? Impressive.

Still a big insurance claim,
I suppose.

-I guess so.

-Archie.

Is there anything
I should know?

Anything you want to get off
your chest, perhaps.

-No, I don't think so.

-You know, it's best
to be honest up front.

-Yeah, right.
-Better for everyone involved.

Okay, Archie?

Mm hmm.

I know.

-You know?

Mm-hmm.

-Oh. Okay, look, I'm --

I'm sorry. I was wrong.
Shouldn't have done it.

-Right.

Well, we're all capable of
making bad decisions

while we're under pressure.

-Thank you. That's very
understanding of you.

-So get ready to make
a full statement then?

-Statement? For a kiss?

-A what?

-Well, look,
I know it was wrong of me.

-I'm sorry. For a kiss?

-Sorry, didn't Martha
tell you?

-Martha?
-Look, you said you knew.

-About the insurance.
-The insurance?

-You doubled your
insurance two days ago.

You kissed Martha?

-No, no, no. She slapped me.
Nothing happened.

-Humphrey, I'm sorry.

-What's going on?
-I'm not entirely sure.

But I think it's best you
take over, Sergeant.

Before I do something
I may regret.

-Humphrey, listen.

-My granddad used
to collect these.

-It's a mystery, they are.

You think of all
the conversations had over

a pint of beer,
life shared stories told.

-Yeah, it must
be worth something.

-You can't put a value
on story passed down.

Oh, I know you all like
to do on Face Pad these days,

but when I were a lass, it were
all done verbal like.

Folks talk.

-Well, we still like to chat

over a pint every
now and then, too.

-Oh.

-Well, anything missing?

-Hard to say.

-But I thought --
didn't you do an inventory?

-I'm not a bloody O-Mac.

-O-Mac? Oh, iMac.

-That's what I said.

-Okay. Let me know if you do
notice anything missing.

-Yeah.
-Alright?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

See ya, Flo.

-Cheerio, cheerio.

-You all right, sir?

-Yes. Yes. Good. Fine. Great.

So, where are we up to?

-Archie Hughes has increased
insurance on his business

due to winning several awards
for his wine recently.

-And his whereabouts
for the fires?

-He was in London on business
at the time of the first

two fires, but no solid alibi
for the third.

Just asleep in bed.
I'm struggling to find a motive.

-And no leads on
the barn still?

-Nope.

-Well, this day
couldn't get any better.

-Isn't this the bit where you
tell us we're missing something?

-Sorry?

-We've missed something.

What is the arsonist
trying to tell us?

If our victims
are the three little pigs,

then who would want to blow
their houses down, and why?

Who is the big bad wolf?

-That was very good.

-Yes, it was.

-Thanks. I've been practising.

I'm going to go see Cleo,

see if the latest
fire report's ready.

Maybe that can shed
some light on things.

-Yes. Okay.

-Bye.

-Okay, Margo, there has
to be a connection

between the three victims.

Nothing makes sense
without that.

There must be a connection.

So let's trawl through
the backgrounds again.

-I'm on a cake break.

-What, is that a thing?

-Since I gave up
cigarettes, yeah.

-Right. Yes, of course. Yes.

Well, I'll make a start, and you
jump in when you're ready.

-Right you are.

-Yes.

-Well, I'll be damned.
They were after my paint.

-Mm-hmm. And a can of petrol,
by the looks of it.

CCTV caught them walking away.
Do you recognise them?

-What, that dark,
blurry figure?

-Worth an ask.

-Petrol. Petrol.

-Uh, excuse me a sec, Flo.

-Hm? Hey.

- Yes. Hello?

-Sir?
-Kelby.

Everything all right?

-What colour did they use
to paint the pig graffiti?

-Blue.

-Would you say it was
a royal blue?

-Yes. Yes, I would. Yes.

-The break in at Flo's,
a pot of royal blue paint

was stolen as well
as a can of petrol.

I thought maybe it could be
related to the fires.

-It'd be off if it wasn't.

Which means we're
looking for the person

who broke into the boat shed.

-I've got an image
of the suspect.

Bit blurry, but send it to I.T.,
see if we can enhance it.

-Great.

Good work, Kelby.

-Sir.

-Oh, hello.

-I just wondered if you had
the fire report ready.

Oh, great minds.
I was just about to drop it off.

Do you want to come in?

-Yeah. Thanks.

You're a star. Thank you.

-Well, I don't know how much
help it's going to be,

though, I'm afraid.

Last traces of petrol
found at each location,

so definitely arson,
but I'm still none the wiser

as to who or why.

-No, us neither.

-Mom, can't find my bag.

Oh. Hi.

-Hi, Danni.
-It's on the hook.

Obviously she'd lose her head
if it wasn't screwed on.

You all right?

-Oh, yeah.
Zoey's the same.

Anyway, thanks for this.
I best get back. See ya.

-Yeah. I'm really sorry to burst
in on you like this.

-I heard about your wine cellar.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, I shouldn't disrupt
your delivery.

-I'm really busy, Archie.

-I know. I'm sorry.
-Please stop apologising.

-Yeah, I'm sorry.

I just want to apologise,
I can see how that might sound

like a bit of
a hollow gesture, but...

-You betrayed our friendship
and jeopardised our partnership.

-I know.

And I'll go if you want.

But please, let me explain.

-Okay, fine. Five minutes.

-Five minutes.

Hi, guys.

Right.

This isn't an excuse,
but when you broke off

our engagement,
I was devastated.

And then you came back
into my life,

and I realised
I'd never stopped loving you.

And you were always
the one for me.

And I wish I felt differently.
I do.

And it was selfish of me
to put you in such

a difficult situation.

I was wrong.

It's not enough to
love someone.

You have to want
the same things.

Be in the same place.

Metaphorically, I mean.

You both have
to feel the same way

and to be honest
with each other about that.

And I accept that you might
not feel the same way

about me as I do you.

Unless you're hiding it
really well.

Just checking.

-But seriously.

This partnership,

your friendship,
they mean the world to me.

And it would be
my biggest regret if I...

if I've ruined that.

Can I ask your forgiveness now?

-Yes, you may.

-Marts, please forgive me.

-Yes, you're forgiven.

-Oh, I might have put my foot
in it with Humphrey,

-What?
-Crossed wires.

I didn't realise he didn't know
about the whole

kiss attempt/slap thing.

-Archie!
-Why didn't you tell him?

-Because I hadn't got
round to it.

Ugh, I need to go
and talk to him.

-Do you want me to come?

-No!

-But I --
-This is my mess

coming back to bite me
on the behind.

God, I hate it when
Mom's right.

-Look, it's still
pretty blurry.

-It's definitely a woman.

-Or a slim man.

-I think I know who it is.

-From all the way over there?

-What?
-The arsonist.

-I'm not sure, but --

-Well, maybe this will help.
-Yeah.

I managed to track down
some CCTV footage of the suspect

that broke into Flo's --
Oh, shit.

-To steal paint and petrol.

-It's Danni Davenport.

-Cleo's daughter?

-The silver button I found,
I've just seen it.

-Hi.

-She had a silver button
missing from her dungarees.

They're identical.

Hang on.

Yes. Look at this on
Lucas Fairly's bank statements.

Here.
-Winslow Stables.

-That's where Danni works.

They must buy
their hay from Lucas.

And Danni goes kayaking
at The Point,

so she must pass by Flo's
boat shed all the time.

-But why would
she set these fires?

-I don't know about
the other two,

but we all know
Fairly's reputation.

And on the morning
after the fire,

I noticed fresh scratches
on his arm.

-Wrestling with a fence post.

-Maybe he tried to
assault Danni?

It could be how
she lost the button, too.

-If she did set
the fire at Vicarage Farm,

then she must have done
the other two.

-Wait, didn't Cleo say
she was picking up

Danni from work
when the second fire broke out.

-Giving her an alibi.

Check with the stables.
Check she was actually there.

-Oh.

-Oh, and see the last time
she visited Vicarage Farm.

-I really hope I'm wrong.

-Oh, hi.
This is Shipton Police Station.

-What about our other
two victims?

-Our other two victims.

The timber yard
and the wine cellar.

Are they linked in any way?

-Nothing on the searches.

-Because all three fires

must have been set
by the same person.

-Cheers, mate. Yeah. Brilliant.

Danni Davenport was at
the stables all afternoon.

They sign in and sign out.

She was definitely there when
the second fire was started.

Air tight alibi.
-So I was wrong.

-Although she was at
Vicarage Farm the day before

the fire, picking up hay bales
for the stables.

-There's nothing new in
the fire report, either.

Traces of petrol,
clearly the same perpetrator,

the same M.O.,
but other than that --

-Yes. Unless...

-What?
-Excuse me.

The lab report might have
picked up something

the fire investigators
did not.

I don't know.
I don't know.

But right now,
I'll take anything.

Come on. Ah.

Huh.
-What?

-Triglycerides.
That's, um...

-Vegetable oil.

-Yes, I thought so.

-What? I'm a genius?

-That he wouldn't exactly
describe his presence

at the scene as being obscure.

And it's noted in the lab test,
but not in the fire report.

Why?

Why would Cleo
leave triglycerides out?

-I guess vegetable oil
is a common household item.

She might not have thought
it was relevant.

-Ants party.
-What?

-Ants!

Do you remember the ants
at the timber yard fire?

Lots of them.
-Yeah.

-Well, they would have been
attracted to the oil.

They would have been
attracted to the oil.

Back in a minute.

-Not this time.
I'm coming with you.

-What is he doing?

-There's a fine line
between genius and insanity.

Come on.

Someone showed me
how to do this once.

I think
I've remembered it right.

-So what do we do?

-Now?

We wait.

-Would you like to talk
about what happened

between you and Archie?

-How much did you hear?

-Enough.

-Huh.

Well...

Nothing actually happened.

I mean, certainly nothing for me
to get upset about.

Martha stopped him
trying to kiss her.

So nothing.

I just --

I don't know
why she didn't tell me.

-Maybe she will.

In her own time.

-Just feels like we're a bit
distant at the moment.

I thought the IVF would
bring us closer together.

But, you know, facing adversity,
what doesn't kill you,

and all that.

-I didn't know about the IVF.

I'm sorry.

-Thanks.

-For what it's worth,
I've got friends

that have been through it.

It's tough.

-Yeah.

-Puts a strain on
anyone's relationship,

but at least you're
facing it together.

-Except we're not,
not anymore.

It's like we just can't
find each other.

Now, Martha's decided she
doesn't even want children.

-How do you feel about that?

-Fine.

-Really?

-Yeah, I just want to support
Martha and be there for her.

-You can't just disregard
your own feelings.

That's no help to anyone.

You'll figure it out.

I'm sure.

-Yeah.

Yeah.

-Humphrey?

Humphrey?

Don't suppose you've seen
Humphrey, have you?

Never mind.

You're right.
I should have told him.

What a mess.

-Sir, this is ridiculous.

-I'd keep a safe distance
if I were you.

-What? From the
scary cardboard?

2 hours, 10 minutes.

Just enough time to set
a delayed ignition device,

graffiti "pig" on the wall,
and get back in time to

give yourself
an air tight alibi.

-So you do think
Danni is our arsonist, then?

-Well, yes.

And no.

I think you were right
about Danni and Lucas.

On the day before the fire,
we know that

Danni was collecting hay bales
from Vicarage Farm.

-All right, gorgeous.

-My name's Danni.

Get off.

-I think it was her, sadly.

-Don't touch me.
-Alright.

-That Lucas likely
attacked Danni.

The button coming off
in the struggle.

-Get off me!

-Pig.
-Exactly.

On the night of the fire,

I think Danni broke
into Floella's boat shed

and stole the paint and petrol.

She then headed back
to the hay barn at Vicarage Farm

to teach Lucas Fairly a lesson.

She wanted to leave him
a very clear message.

-But why did she start
the other two fires?

-I don't think she did.

I thought she had when I first
thought of this experiment.

You know, I was trying to find
a way to break her alibi.

But then two things struck me.

-Which are?
-Firstly, if we're right about

what happened at Vicarage Farm
and that Danni started

the fires there,
which I think we are,

then she had
no reason whatsoever

to start the other fires.

-And the second?

-The person who showed me
this trick

is a firefighter.

It's a training exercise.

I think Cleo arrived home to
find Danni distraught.

Perhaps trying
to dispose of any evidence.

And either Cleo worked out
what had happened

or Danni had told her.

Danni must have begged her mum,
beg her mum not to do anything,

not to go to the police,
because if she did,

then she would also have to
confess to starting the fire.

-Cleo must have been desperate.

-Desperate, desperate,
because she'd know full well

there was every chance that her
daughter would be caught

and charged with arson.

-So you're saying that Cleo
set the other two fires?

But Cleo would never.
She's a firefighter.

And a mum that would do anything
to protect her daughter.

-Cleo knew then
that she could make it look like

a serial arsonist.

Then she would draw the focus
away from the first fire

and most importantly,
draw the focus away from Danni.

I mean, the pattern
was already set.

Burnt straw and the word "pig"
scrawled on the tractor.

All Cleo needed to add was
sticks and bricks.

And we'd be looking
for the big bad wolf.

And by using vegetable oil,

Cleo was even smart
enough to make sure

she was at the police station

when the report
of the second fire came in.

-I'll sort it out, okay?

Don't tell anyone.

-Okay.

-During her training,
Cleo would learn that if you

soak a rag in vegetable oil
and place it inside a container,

then the oil undergoes
a chemical process

known as oxidation that releases
energy in the form of heat

when exposed to air,
meaning it will self combust

after a certain amount of time.

She chose Susie Griffin's
wood yard for sticks

and Archie's wine cellar
for bricks.

See, I think she selected
two targets that she knew

would be empty so there was no
danger of anyone getting hurt.

Now, the oil allowed her to be
far away when the fire started.

And just as importantly,
it would send us off

on a wild goose chase
and away from my daughter.

I'm sorry.

I know she's your friend.

If you'd rather not come,
I can do the next bit on my own.

-No.

No, I'll come.

I'm sorry, Cleo.

-You know, don't you?

-We're gonna need to talk
to Danni, too.

-No. All right? I did it.

It was me.
I set all three fires.

I take full responsibility.

-Look, I'm sorry --
-Do you have someone

in your life that
you love more than anything?

-I do, yes.
-And you're willing

to throw yourself in front of
a bus to save their life?

-Yes.
-Well, we all have versions

of the truth,

stories that we tell to protect
the ones that we love.

I'm telling the truth.

My truth.

I'm not going to change
a word of it.

I set all three fires.

-Don't think handcuffs are
necessary. Come on.

-Mum!

No, please don't.

-Shh.

There's a lasagna in the fridge,
and there's money in the pot

if you need it, okay?

I'll call you
when I got a chance.

-Love you.

-I love you, too, sweetheart.

Wasn't anything that you know.

Maybe I'll stay with Danni
for a bit.

-Yeah. Good idea.

-I'll make you a cup of tea.

Come on, Danni.

-Thanks.

-You know my daughter, Zoey,
she's 15 now.

And I'd do anything
to keep her safe.

And it makes me sick
to my stomach

the thought of anyone
hurting her.

I know it's not easy.

Worrying if you'll be believed.

So I would never
judge you, Danni.

Whatever you decide to do.

But if Lucas Fairly
did do something to you,

then he should be
held accountable

before he hurts anyone else.

And if you did want
to tell the truth,

I'm sure what happened to you
will be taken into account.

Now it's up to you.

But I'll be at the station
till late this evening.

Just in case.

-Evening.

I thought we could put some of
these tankers to use.

-That one there belonged
to my gramps.

Cantankerous old git.

But get a couple of ales in him,
he'd light up.

Telling stories
about his time on the ships.

There was this one time,
he saw a thing on the horizon.

He got his rod, he cast off,

damn thing hit the old rock.

It's true! It's really true.

The sharks, you know,
you got to be careful.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

-Everything all right?

-Yeah.

No.

I don't know.

-You're worried?
About the Archie thing?

That I know?

It's okay.

-I know that you know,
but it shouldn't be okay.

-You know? How?

-Archie told me.

-All right.

You've seen him today then?

-He came to apologise.

-Oh. Oh, good.

-I came home to talk to you
about it, but you weren't here,

and I didn't want
to bother you at work.

-I'm sorry.

We just arrested Cleo Davenport
for those fires.

-The firefighter?
-Yeah.

All for her daughter.

Incredible really

what a parent do to
protect their child.

-It's what you want, isn't it?

To be a parent.

-No.

-For once, I need you
to stop being nice.

Stop telling me what you think
I want to hear.

Once, just once,
tell me the truth.

-It's not a switch I turn off.

I've tried. I know. I'm trying.
I can't. I'm sorry.

No, I want to tell you
that I've come to terms with it,

that I'm happy,
that it doesn't matter.

But you're right.
It's not how I really feel.

I might be able to one day,
I don't know.

But right now, it's...

I can't.

And I know that hurts you,
and it hurts me, too.

-Thank you.

-What for?

-Being honest.

-But I can't marry you
like this.

-What?
-How can I ever believe

you're happy, that you won't
come to resent me?

-What?
-I'm scared I'm not enough.

-What?
-What happens if in two, five

10 years time,
you still want kids?

What then?

-Then we -- we -- we
figure it out together.

-You mean you make do
and settle for less
just to make me happy?

-No, I --
-I can't do this.

This will always
eat away at us.

-No.

-I can't do it to you.

And I can't do it to myself.

-Please don't.

-Sorry.

I'm so sorry.