Whitstable Pearl (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Whitstable Pearl - full transcript
[ Dog barking in distance ]
[ Doorbell rings ]
[ Rustling, thud ]
[ Footsteps depart ]
[ Gasps ]
♪ There once was a place
with my little lovely ♪
♪ Wey hey ho ♪
♪ And I'll seek and I'll search,
and I know that I'll find it ♪
♪ Wey hey ho ♪
♪ I know the wind, she blows ♪
♪ I know the tides are low ♪
♪ But you'll find me
at the white post ♪
♪ You'll find me
at the white post ♪
Question nine.
How many bones are
there in a shark's body?
- It's a trick question.
- I've seen a shark skeleton.
It's all cartilage.
There's no bones.
It looked like bones.
Alright.
MAN: Last question.
How many referees rule an
official fencing match?
- I repeat...
- No way.
MAN: how many referees rule
an official fencing match?
Two assisting
referees, one main.
- You're kidding me.
- He fences.
TOM: I am actually a fencer.
Well, level two.
I also referee at domestic
cadet and junior competitions.
Isn't life full of surprises?
MAN: And there we
have it, folks.
Round complete.
Get yourself a drink,
- and we'll be back in five.
- Very impressive.
- Well done.
- I'll get another round in,
shall I? Same again?
- Thank you.
- Do you want a hand, mate?
Um, I'm alright.
Just nipping to the ladies.
PEARL: Okay.
Can I get another round, please?
[ Pearl laughs ]
Can I get, um, yeah, a
whiskey, as well, yeah?
Double.
[ Pearl laughs ]
[ Indistinct
conversation, laughter ]
Fibber!
Honestly, she's really nice.
Oh, "honestly," my ass.
Every time you tell a fib,
you blink like it's
going out of fashion.
Charlie's just the same.
CHARLIE: Jenna's a
mate of Brodie's.
Nothing happened, okay?
Watch this. Charlie?
Yeah?
Are you and Ruby
getting on alright?
[ Chuckles ] Yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
We're fine. We're fine.
You see?
We both know it's like the
War of the Roses between them,
so for the last time,
you do not like Kat.
Well, she's good for Mike.
- Oh, bollocks.
- PEARL: Oh, Mum, just drop it.
Okay, me and Mike, it's over.
We're all just moving on.
- DOLLY: Uh-oh.
- What now?
DOLLY: Molly Stratton.
She's alright.
She's not. She's public
enemy number one.
She's decided to
sell her mum's pub
and put it on the open market.
So we'll be crawling
with developers.
I thought the town
were buying it back?
Well, so did the town.
- Pearl!
- Yeah.
Can I have a word?
PEARL: Sure.
In my office?
[ Indistinct arguing ]
MOLLY: The notes
started a few weeks ago.
It's all a bit childish, really.
Sometimes left on the doorstep.
Sometimes through the letterbox.
I don't think I can help
you with this, sorry.
This coffee's a bit...
- PEARL: What?
- Cold. Sorry.
[ Sighs ] This
isn't gonna work.
Okay, hang on.
Look. I'm sorry.
The notes are just starting
to get a bit more...
threatening.
Then, last night, a dead seagull
was left on the doorstep.
Well, maybe a fox left it there.
No.
A note was attached.
Who do you think's doing it?
There are a few people
who are a bit upset.
The Save The Dolphin Pub
action group, mainly.
Who's that?
The Doodys.
They own the bookshop.
They started this
bloody committee.
They came to see
Mum towards the end,
and we all agreed we'd sell
the pub back to the town.
Well, what changed, then?
Well, since Mum died,
the property market's
gone mad, hasn't it?
Ah.
I need to open it up.
Put the pub on the open market.
Well, what about the
promise that you made?
No, Mum would understand.
This is my future.
I can...
finally move on.
[ Paper rustles ]
There are more notes.
And you haven't been to
the police about this?
No. It's just some local
with a bee in their bonnet.
Well, it's a big bee.
There's, um, an
open day today...
at the pub.
The estate agent's bringing
in all the prospective buyers
for best and final offers.
I suppose whoever is
doing this might be there.
Okay.
I'll come, keep an eye out.
Let's find out who your
new best friend is.
- DOLLY: What did she want?
- She hired me.
What? Molly Stratton
is radioactive.
She's being threatened.
Yes, that's because she's
letting down her mum.
Look, I hate to say
this, but it is her pub,
despite what the town think.
Look, I don't want that place to
go to grubby developers, either,
but she's being threatened.
And it's not right.
TOGETHER: Save The Dolphin!
[ Horn honks,
indistinct shouting ]
Hi, Molly.
Oh, hi, Pearl.
Yep, that's them, the Doodys,
the leaders of the action group.
Alright, okay, I've got to go.
Oh, sorry I'm late.
Couldn't find anywhere to
park, and then my Dad rang me.
Lauren, this is Pearl.
- Pearl's here for...
- Moral support, really.
- Oh, lovely to meet you.
- And you.
Well, I think we'll have
offers by the end of the day.
Just depends on how far
you wanna push everyone.
- As far as we can.
- Not too far, please!
I've got to see some
profit. Elliot Lloyd.
We buy an old boot, break it up,
turn it into lots of
little glass slippers.
Oh, very nice.
Elliot, we spoke on the phone.
I'm Lauren Foster,
the new manager at
Foster's Estate Agent.
Oh, yeah, I heard old
flash Alan's retired.
Polishing his golf clubs, is
he? Hope he's trained you up.
He has. Have no fear.
Oh, and, uh, this is
Molly, the vendor.
- It's great to have you here.
- Hey, I'm your man.
This is gonna be a
landmark development.
Not just stunning
apartments, with gym,
owner's lounge, work pods.
Oh, Christ. Still they
continue to come like ants.
These DFLs.
Wiping away every last
crumb of Old Whitstable.
You know, you've stolen the
town from beneath our feet.
- He doesn't care, Tony.
- ELLIOT: Look, don't panic yet.
I've still gotta
get planning onside.
I mean, it's nothing that
a bottle of champagne
and a few solar panels on the
plans doesn't sort out, so...
We could do the deal
now, if you like.
FREYA: It's all about
money, isn't it?
I mean, shall I lie and
say, "No, it's not"?
Molly, let me pick your brains.
So, 'cause you know the place...
The community could still
raise their offer, Mrs. Doody.
Yeah.
Hello, Freya.
- What you doing here, Pearl?
- I'm here with Molly.
Lucky you.
She's been getting some
anonymous threatening notes.
Don't know anything
about that, do you?
I haven't written any
threatening letters
to Molly, no.
She hasn't been
to the police yet.
But, I mean, technically,
it is harassment.
FREYA: Can't help, sorry.
TONY: We don't know what
you're talking about.
I tell you what, I wish
I'd have thought of it.
Will you excuse us?
See you later.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Hello, Winnie.
Thought you'd be here.
Hello, Pearl.
Do you want me to
get you a cup of tea?
I'd prefer a sherry
from the bar.
[ Laughs ]
Those Doodys are a bit
full-on, aren't they?
They're trying, though.
I wanted to show my support.
Yeah, 'course.
WINNIE: They'd do
anything to save this pub.
I'll make sure you
get that sherry.
Excuse me a minute.
Got your best and
final offer in?
Yeah. I'm not too sure
I'll have that much luck.
PEARL: Well, you never know.
I'm Pearl, by the way.
Sammy.
So all offers are now in!
MOLLY: What are they?
[ Cellphone ringing ]
[ Sighs ] I better get this.
Good luck.
Hold on.
[ Lauren whispers indistinctly ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
MOLLY: Mr. Lloyd.
The pub is yours.
The right choice, Miss
Molly, the right choice.
Can I have those, uh,
bubbles I ordered, please?
Thank you, my darling.
This wouldn't have
happened without you.
How about you, Grandma?
Do you want some bubbles?
- Whoo!
- Oh, there, I woke her up.
MOLLY: Cheers!
ELLIOT: Tony,
darling, grab a glass.
This won't drink itself.
The Dolphin is mine, sir.
- Cheers. Here's to the future.
- Cheers.
TONY: Tell you what, smartass,
this isn't the last of it.
[ Birds squawking ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Fisherman found
him this morning.
Do we know who it is?
That developer.
MAN: There's no
sign of foul play.
MIKE: Yeah. Just
give me a sec.
I was wondering
when you'd turn up.
One SOCO tent, a few
coppers, and there she is.
- What do you want?
- What happened?
Don't know yet.
- Murder?
- MIKE: Not ruling it out.
Elliot Lloyd?
MIKE: Can't answer
that, Pearl.
I met him yesterday. He's
a right piece of work.
He was buying The Dolphin.
No?
It's a pub. He was
the highest bidder.
There was a few of 'em after it.
What are the injuries?
That's all you're getting.
Now I've got a crime scene
washing itself
away by the minute.
I've gotta go.
- Alright, Pearl.
- PEARL: Alright, Nikki.
What are the injuries?
Head wound, broken
leg, probably more.
- Nikki!
- What?
Sorry, my fault.
Guv, they're ready to
bring in the deceased now.
- Right.
- No sign of his phone.
- But his wallet was intact.
- Right.
Forensics reckon he's
not been dead long.
A few hours, maybe.
Weird, when I was with him
yesterday, he was half cut.
You really should be going now.
I think you need me around.
And why's that?
Because if this is a murder,
I know who all
your suspects are.
MIKE: Same writing on all?
Yeah, looks like it.
Right, we need to check
these for prints and DNA.
PEARL: This has got to be
to do with that pub, Mike.
It has to be.
There's people in this town
that really care about
that place passionately.
And they'll do anything
to preserve it.
Who's "they"?
The Doodys.
They run a local bookshop.
Molly's mum promised their
community group the pub, right?
And then Molly changed
her mind. They went mad.
They set up a Save The
Dolphin campaign group.
Then there's Sammy
Grady. He's a chef.
He was having a massive row
with someone on the phone
outside at the open day.
And they were all outbid
by our friend Elliot Lloyd.
So my first stop would be the
Doodys and then Sammy Grady.
Oh, and there's a dead seagull
in a bin bag in my shed.
All to do with
this note business.
Alright, well, I'll get this
lot over to the lab and, uh...
I'll take it from
there. Cheers, Pearl.
Have you thought about
the tide times yet?
The street, the strip
where you found him,
it's got a unique
current formation.
It's got two shorelines.
It's 'cause of
conflicting currents.
It means that you can
be pretty specific
about when and how he got there.
And how do you know that someone
didn't carry him down there?
It's half a mile long.
I mean, it'd be easier to
kill someone on the beach
and let the tide
do the hard work.
So have you got last
night's tide times?
We're getting them now.
PEARL: This is a murder
investigation, Mike.
Chop-chop. I'll meet you at
the Doodys' in an hour, yeah?
You're a bloody pain in the ass.
[ Bell jingles ]
That girl's got
blood on her hands.
None of this would have happened
if she hadn't been so set
on selling the pub to that worm.
Thing is, that worm is dead now.
Yeah, good riddance.
You seem very angry, Mrs. Doody.
Not angry, just sad.
And I know what you're
doing, Detective.
I didn't kill him.
And what about these
letters that were sent?
I've already told her, we
didn't write any letters.
What were you doing last night?
We had a book group. Here.
We've been reading
"It" by Stephen King.
Oh.
It's quite the
frightener. It is, too.
The entire group can
verify that I was here.
And after that?
We did a stock-take
into the night.
Um, I've no idea what time
I went to bed, but it was...
It was jolly late.
You got CCTV cameras
here after hours?
No, they're... they're
not working at the moment.
Yeah, 'course they're not.
Very thorough.
Writing reviews of all
the recent releases.
FREYA: Oh, that
was Tony's idea.
We divvy them up. Half each.
[ Bell jingles ]
Excuse me.
Hm.
FREYA: Hello, there.
How can I help?
[ Indistinct conversation ]
You can't do that.
You can't. I can.
- NIKKI: Hey, Guv?
- MIKE: Yeah.
NIKKI: Elliot Lloyd was
out celebrating till late.
Apparently the owners
at The Hotel Continental
had to ask him to leave the bar.
At 1:05 a.m., we've got
him on CCTV stumbling out.
Heads in the direction of
Tankerton, where he was staying,
but then we lose him.
Well, we're missing
something. Keep looking.
I've gotta go.
I've got a meeting.
I'll, uh, catch you later.
Sure. [ Scoffs ]
[ Bell jingles ]
Elliot Lloyd's been murdered.
Murdered?
Had you ever met him
before yesterday?
- [ Cellphone ringing, buzzing ]
- Um, no.
Sorry, one sec.
Hi, Dad.
[ Man speaking indistinctly ]
Yeah, no, I can't
talk right now.
I'm with someone.
Yes, yes, I-I put
the board outside.
Yeah, okay.
Alright, I've got to go.
Okay. Bye, bye.
- Sorry.
- Oh. Dads.
Yeah. It's exhausting.
So, Elliot Lloyd.
LAUREN: Oh, yeah, um...
Based in London.
Uh, buys properties
in tourist towns.
Um, he's got a bit of a
reputation, certainly.
Mm.
And who was the
next highest bidder?
Uh, Sammy Grady.
Do you know where I
can get ahold of him?
Uh, I think I've just
got a family address
for him in Lincolnshire,
but I do know he's staying
in Whitstable somewhere.
Mm.
I've got a mobile
number for him.
I mean, strictly speaking,
I shouldn't be giving
it to you, but...
[ Bell jingles ]
Have you heard
about Elliot Lloyd?
Yeah, Pearl just told me.
MOLLY: So, what happens now?
Well, there'll be a postmortem
and an investigation.
No, I mean about my pub.
- The sale.
- PEARL: Wow, Molly.
You're a motivated seller,
I'll give you that.
LAUREN: You've got
plenty of options.
- Other buyers are waiting.
- KAT: Pearl?
Kat, hi! Hey, what
are you doing here?
Uh, we are finally
getting our own place.
- Can't wait, can we?
- Yeah.
Wow, that's exciting.
Bye, then. [ Chuckles ]
[ Bell jingles ]
SAMMY: Hi. This
is Sammy Grady.
Leave me a message.
Hi, Sammy. This
is Pearl Nolan.
I'm working on behalf
of Molly Stratton.
Do you think you could
give me a call back?
[ Birds squawking ]
DOLLY: Ooh. Hello, sailor.
I like it. Where
are you off to?
I'm having a romantic night
in with the man of my dreams.
We're getting a takeaway.
Pearl? I want to
say something.
Not now, please, Mum.
Tom makes me happy.
Pearl. Pearl.
I'm happy for you.
Really.
Right. Okay.
And... that guy, the chef,
the one who wanted
to buy The Dolphin.
- What's he called? Sammy...
- Sammy Grady?
That's right. Well, I've
found out where he works.
The Neptune.
Oh.
- I love you.
- At last.
[ Line ringing ]
- TOM: Hello?
- Tom, it's me.
Um, change of plan.
How about we meet at The
Neptune in about half an hour?
TOM: Sure, see you there!
Oh, now I've gone and ruined
your romantic night in.
Well, sod that.
I've got work to do.
Thank you.
Um, you work really hard,
a bit too hard sometimes,
and I just wanna share
the load, you know?
So, how about we make a deal?
I'll cook for you,
say, twice a week?
Like Mondays and Wednesday.
Not Wednesdays.
I've got hot yoga.
But Mondays and Thursdays
or... or something?
I mean, I'm not saying I'm the
greatest cook in the world,
but, you know, I
could... It's a gesture.
Pearl?
Yeah. Same again?
Sure.
- Same again, please.
- WOMAN: Sure.
That was delicious.
Thank Sammy for me.
Oh, Sammy's not on
tonight. Called in sick.
- Oh, no.
- I said to him,
it's probably the
breakfasts at The Bramford.
- Given him food poisoning.
- Is he staying at The Bramford?
- Mm.
- Poor guy.
I'd rather sleep
on an oyster bed.
Always on call.
It's alright. I'm
getting used to it now.
Another chip.
Ever seen a ghost?
Bloody hell.
Caretaker died in one
of the rooms last year.
Yeah?
You'd have to be pretty skint
or pretty desperate
to have to stay there.
I can believe that.
How's the house hunting going?
Not brilliant.
Everything sells so bloody fast.
Oh, that's all the
Londoners coming down,
- buying everything up.
- Yes.
Point taken.
Hi, there. I'm
D.C. Mike McGuire.
Can you tell me if
there's a Sammy Grady
- staying here, please?
- Oh, is he in trouble?
MIKE: Nothing to worry
about. What room is he in?
Uh, he's in room 510
on the first floor.
MIKE: Cheers.
PEARL: You look tired, Sammy.
Uh, yeah.
I'm, uh, doing double shifts
at the pub at the moment.
100-hour weeks.
It's just a...
Just a bit intense.
If you can buy a pub, surely
you can rent somewhere decent?
SAMMY: Oh, it's all borrowed.
I'm treading on very
thin ice. [ Chuckles ]
You really needed that pub.
Yeah.
I didn't kill anyone.
[ Door opens, baby crying ]
Oh, this... Oh, this is my
wife, Bella, and our daughter.
It's the police.
They're just asking
a few questions.
- Hi.
- Hey.
Um, what did you do
after the open day?
Uh, well, when I left
The Dolphin, I went...
I went back to work.
And I was there
till what, midnight?
Yeah, he was back by 12:30.
I'm sorry to ask, but who was it
you were you arguing with
on the phone outside?
We, uh, couldn't agree
on how much to offer.
He went in far too low.
He's never bold enough.
PEARL: I'm sorry
that you missed out.
Whose are those?
BELLA: Hmm?
Oh, they're just mine.
Just bad back. Lifting
baby, you know?
- Thanks.
- Yeah. Sorry.
- We'll get off.
- SAMMY: No worries.
Listen, I'm sorry we
couldn't be more help.
PEARL: No worries.
Thank you so much.
SAMMY: Alright,
cheers. Thank you.
[ Baby crying ]
See you.
PEARL: We need to
check the CCTV.
MIKE: You don't believe Bella?
PEARL: Those pills
are amitriptyline.
You take 'em at night.
And they knock you out.
If she was on those painkillers,
there's no way she'd know
whether he was in
that room or not.
MIKE: Okay. That bit's
true. Home from work.
- Push it on a bit.
- [ Key clacks ]
MIKE: Nothing.
- [ Key clacks ]
- Oh.
PEARL: Well, well, well.
I went for a walk.
MIKE: A walk?
Well, yeah.
Bella and I were arguing
'cause I'd lost the pub.
I mean, you've seen
where we're living.
The baby's crying all the time.
We're both really stressed.
I'm working God knows
what hours under the sun
to try and get out of there.
So I went to get some fresh air.
I went for a walk.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you.
We're gonna need you to
stay in town, Mr. Grady.
And if you think
of anything else
that you might have
forgotten to tell us,
don't hesitate to call, yeah?
Yeah.
MIKE: I'm telling you,
Sammy Grady had time.
It only takes 10 minutes
to walk from The Bramford
to Tankerton beach.
Elliot left the Continental
just after 1:00.
Maybe Elliot and Sammy
just ran into each other,
got into one about the
pub, and it kicked off.
Maybe, but we still need to see
where Sammy went
for his night walk.
The landlord at the
Continental said Elliot Lloyd
was texting a lot
while he was drinking.
- Still no luck with his phone?
- No.
Apparently it was
a burner phone,
so no links to
his other devices.
He was a bloody developer.
What do you expect?
- Mm-hmm.
- MIKE: What's that?
I nicked some notes from
Sammy and Bella's room.
- [ Cellphone ringing ]
- You're unbelievable.
Well, they don't match anyway.
So it was a waste of time.
Hello? Alright?
Yeah.
[ Laughs ] Yeah, go on.
NIKKI: He's actually smiling.
- He's laughing.
- MIKE: Right.
No, I'm just at work, yeah.
It's weird.
- MIKE: Huh?
- [ Both laugh ]
I've gotta go. I've
really got... Yeah, yeah.
Alright, alright.
Bye, bye, bye.
[ Clears throat ]
Timecode... 1:32.
Here we go.
There he is by the harbor.
Then he's walking in the
direction of Tankerton.
What?
He goes straight
back to The Bramford.
MIKE: So he didn't
head to Tankerton.
Went straight back to his hotel.
Brilliant.
Well, that leaves us
with absolutely nothing.
PEARL: Look at that camera.
That's The Dolphin.
MOLLY: Hi. This is Molly.
Leave your name and number
and I'll get back to you.
[ Bell jingles ]
- Pearl.
- PEARL: You're working late.
Yeah, it's quiet, no phones.
Quick question. Who's
got keys to The Dolphin?
- Uh, me and Molly, I think.
- Right.
It's just I was watching
some security camera footage
from the other night, and...
well, a light went on just
after half 1:00 in the morning.
That wasn't you, was it?
LAUREN: [ Laughs ]
You're joking, right?
Sorry. Just had to ask.
Well, if at all possible,
I try to sleep between the
hours of 12:00 and 5:00.
'Course.
Just I-I can't
get hold of Molly.
I couldn't borrow
your key, could I?
I just wanna check
everything's alright.
Promise you'll return it?
Yeah, 'course.
Thanks, Lauren.
[ Bell jingles ]
[ Lock clicks ]
Molly?
[ Buttons clicking ]
[ Line ringing ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]
- This better be good.
- [ Glass shatters ]
[ Door opens ]
Pearl?
[ Line beeping ]
Pearl?
[ Line ringing ]
[ Cellphone rings ]
[ Buttons clicking ]
[ Line beeping ]
- [ Screams ]
- [ Screams ]
- Molly?
- Oh, Pearl?
[ Exhales deeply ]
Why are you breaking
into your own pub, Molly?
Oh, because it's the other
thing I've lost, my keys.
No, wait, what do you
mean the other thing?
What's the first thing?
Oh, just the deeds
to this place.
Solicitor hasn't got them.
I haven't got them.
I thought they might be here.
So the keys have gone?
Yeah, oh, yeah,
the keys have gone.
- [ Bottle thuds ]
- I opened up on the open day.
But when it came to lock
up, I couldn't find them.
I mean, they must have
fallen out of my pocket.
Yeah, or someone's
had 'em off you.
Mm?
No one's been here
since the open day?
- No.
- PEARL: Hmm.
So who were the
big darts players?
Uh, uh, the Doodys.
Okay.
You had me worried for a minute.
I was fine. I was armed
with a massive umbrella.
MIKE: That's not actually a
recognized mode of self-defense.
PEARL: Oh, right. Sorry. I
left my lightsaber at home.
MIKE: Now you're talking.
[ Bell jingles ]
PEARL: Well, Molly lost her
key to the pub on the open day.
And she knows she had
it 'cause she opened up.
You need to start talking.
This is a murder investigation
FREYA: Yeah.
Look, it wasn't... It
wasn't stealing, really.
Not... Not really.
We, um... We swore
everyone to secrecy.
Who's everyone?
Uh, here, the, um, Save
The Dolphin action group.
You know, we just wanted
to give everyone the chance
to go back to the pub.
You know, just meet
up, play cards.
Have a drink.
One last time.
We met at 1:30 a.m.
About eight of us.
Yeah, and it was
wonderful. It was.
We took our own drinks in.
And... And put some
music on. And...
And Winnie, bless her,
Winnie set her alarm and
brought her own sherry in.
It was like the old days.
- Did you play darts?
- Oh, yes.
Who kept score?
FREYA: Uh...
Winnie.
[ Bell jingles ]
PEARL: Mike, hang
on. Wait, wait.
Let me talk to her first.
Record it.
'Course.
I had to do something.
Leaving notes. I don't know.
I was clasping at straws.
And Elliot Lloyd?
I didn't kill Elliot Lloyd.
How would I kill him?
I'd need a truck.
Look at me.
I could barely carry
that bloody seagull
down Molly Stratton's path.
This isn't just about
saving a beautiful building
or preserving the local boozer.
This is about destroying
something that got us through.
That place probably saved lives.
[ Ship horn blows ]
You go and get Winnie and
I'll meet you at the station,
- alright?
- Alright.
Alright?
I think we've got
this all wrong.
What do you mean?
Well, we assumed that the
person that wrote the notes
is the same person that
killed Elliot Lloyd,
but I don't think the
two things are connected.
I think those notes have
been a massive distraction.
NIKKI: Guv, just got
the call from forensics
- with the PM and toxicology.
- Yeah.
Elliot Lloyd had a vast amount
of alcohol in his system.
No water was found in his lungs.
So he was dead before
he hit the water.
NIKKI: Exactly.
Major trauma to the
head. Fractured skull.
And get this, six cracked
ribs and internal bleeding.
It's not as simple as a fight.
It was major impact.
Something hit him.
[ Sighs ]
What?
Something Winnie said.
[ Vehicle approaches ]
Oh, Lauren, Lauren!
I've got your keys
for The Dolphin.
Thanks.
Sorry.
It's fine.
PEARL: I suppose the
sale's on hold now, is it?
With all the buyers
being suspects.
LAUREN: Yeah.
Anything else I
can help you with?
Sorry, it's just
I've got a viewing.
I've really got to go.
It must be a drag getting
the bus to your viewings.
[ Lauren sighs ]
What, you go in your trainers
and then you put your heels on
when you get there, yeah?
Yeah, something like that.
It's funny, 'cause
I thought you drove.
I do.
Why you getting the bus, then?
Uh, the car's in...
for a service.
On the night of the
murder, you said that
you came back here
and worked late.
W... Elliot Lloyd
was popping corks
like there was no tomorrow,
and I was working.
And I had to get back here.
But you had some
champagne before you left?
What, a couple?
Something like that.
And you came back
here till midnight?
Well, it could
have been 1:00-ish.
That's a long day.
Yeah, well, I'm the boss now.
I'm just trying to
get it all done.
I mean, I wouldn't hear the last
of it if I dropped the ball.
PEARL: You must
have been knackered.
18-hour days? I mean,
believe me, I've been there.
It's hard to function.
LAUREN: Yeah, I'm alright.
I'll do whatever it
takes to get it all done.
What, like drive when you're
so tired you can't see?
Lauren?
Don't.
I couldn't keep my eyes open.
And...
the noise was awful.
He just... just
lurched out of nowhere.
The... The... Into the road.
This... This m-man.
And I thought there was a
car or... or a wall or...
So what did you do?
LAUREN: Well, I-I got out.
And there was this
heap in the road
on the passenger side and...
And I saw that it
was Elliot Lloyd.
I mean, of all people,
bloody Elliot Lloyd.
And...
His eyes were open, so I
slapped him across the face,
because I didn't
know what else to do.
I mean, what do you do?
PEARL: You call the police.
Or an ambulance.
You could have called
your dad, Lauren.
The very last person
I could have called.
And you managed to get the body
in the car, and no one saw?
Just...
put him in the car and drove.
Down to Tankerton slopes.
[ Sniffles ]
I drove down onto
the beach and...
and pulled him out.
And I left him
there and drove off.
Okay.
It's good that you told me.
I'll be back in a minute.
[ Bell jingles ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
[ Door closes ]
PEARL: It's awful.
She was just trying to
keep it all together.
Make her dad proud.
MIKE: Well, you did it again.
Did what?
Solved the case.
Well, we both did.
Yeah, make a good
team, don't we?
Yeah. I-I'd better, um...
MIKE: Yeah, me too. Um...
- [ Clears throat ]
- [ Bell jingles ]
PEARL: I'll see you.
MIKE: Yeah. Oh.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
PEARL: Hey.
Hi. They look happier.
Well, they were treated to
a marriage guidance session.
Courtesy of moi.
You gave them couples therapy?
Oi. I'm a wise old bird.
I notice things.
In fact, I'm thinking
of retraining.
Oh, don't make me laugh.
Ah, here comes another one
who needs his head examining.
- You can't say that, Mum.
- DOLLY: Oh, I so can.
He moves in with one person
and then he can't keep
away from another.
You alright? You look
like you need a beer.
[ Bottle opens ]
Thanks. I think.
Found a house yet?
- No. Not yet.
- No, nothing out there?
Nothing that feels
like home, you know?
You alright?
Yeah. Fine.
Oh, well, I've heard of a
pub that's going begging.
MIKE: Oh. Nah, you're alright.
PEARL: Alright, Molly?
I need your advice.
Is this relationship-associated?
Because if so, you've
come to the right place.
No!
Who do I sell the pub to?
The second and third offers were
so much lower than, um... his.
Well, what you asking her for?
Why don't you sell
it to both of 'em?
Let Sammy Grady
manage the kitchen,
and him and his family
can live upstairs.
And then let the community
group manage the pub.
Then everyone's happy.
Well, that's never
gonna work, is it?
DOLLY: Molly, why
don't you have a drink?
On the house.
And I'll sort it out.
Sorry, go on. What
were you saying?
Spaghetti al polpo coming up!
Alright, Mike.
Do we think that eight
tentacles will be enough?
Could have gone with 16,
thought that might
be a bit too leggy.
- [ Laughs ]
- Hello.
Hello.
[ Sighs ]
♪ La-la la la-la ♪
♪ La-la la-la la la-la-la ♪
♪ La-la la la-la ♪
♪ La-la la-la la la-la-la ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ La-la la-la la la-la-la ♪
♪ Oooh ♪
♪ La-la la-la la la-la-la ♪
[ Doorbell rings ]
[ Rustling, thud ]
[ Footsteps depart ]
[ Gasps ]
♪ There once was a place
with my little lovely ♪
♪ Wey hey ho ♪
♪ And I'll seek and I'll search,
and I know that I'll find it ♪
♪ Wey hey ho ♪
♪ I know the wind, she blows ♪
♪ I know the tides are low ♪
♪ But you'll find me
at the white post ♪
♪ You'll find me
at the white post ♪
Question nine.
How many bones are
there in a shark's body?
- It's a trick question.
- I've seen a shark skeleton.
It's all cartilage.
There's no bones.
It looked like bones.
Alright.
MAN: Last question.
How many referees rule an
official fencing match?
- I repeat...
- No way.
MAN: how many referees rule
an official fencing match?
Two assisting
referees, one main.
- You're kidding me.
- He fences.
TOM: I am actually a fencer.
Well, level two.
I also referee at domestic
cadet and junior competitions.
Isn't life full of surprises?
MAN: And there we
have it, folks.
Round complete.
Get yourself a drink,
- and we'll be back in five.
- Very impressive.
- Well done.
- I'll get another round in,
shall I? Same again?
- Thank you.
- Do you want a hand, mate?
Um, I'm alright.
Just nipping to the ladies.
PEARL: Okay.
Can I get another round, please?
[ Pearl laughs ]
Can I get, um, yeah, a
whiskey, as well, yeah?
Double.
[ Pearl laughs ]
[ Indistinct
conversation, laughter ]
Fibber!
Honestly, she's really nice.
Oh, "honestly," my ass.
Every time you tell a fib,
you blink like it's
going out of fashion.
Charlie's just the same.
CHARLIE: Jenna's a
mate of Brodie's.
Nothing happened, okay?
Watch this. Charlie?
Yeah?
Are you and Ruby
getting on alright?
[ Chuckles ] Yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
We're fine. We're fine.
You see?
We both know it's like the
War of the Roses between them,
so for the last time,
you do not like Kat.
Well, she's good for Mike.
- Oh, bollocks.
- PEARL: Oh, Mum, just drop it.
Okay, me and Mike, it's over.
We're all just moving on.
- DOLLY: Uh-oh.
- What now?
DOLLY: Molly Stratton.
She's alright.
She's not. She's public
enemy number one.
She's decided to
sell her mum's pub
and put it on the open market.
So we'll be crawling
with developers.
I thought the town
were buying it back?
Well, so did the town.
- Pearl!
- Yeah.
Can I have a word?
PEARL: Sure.
In my office?
[ Indistinct arguing ]
MOLLY: The notes
started a few weeks ago.
It's all a bit childish, really.
Sometimes left on the doorstep.
Sometimes through the letterbox.
I don't think I can help
you with this, sorry.
This coffee's a bit...
- PEARL: What?
- Cold. Sorry.
[ Sighs ] This
isn't gonna work.
Okay, hang on.
Look. I'm sorry.
The notes are just starting
to get a bit more...
threatening.
Then, last night, a dead seagull
was left on the doorstep.
Well, maybe a fox left it there.
No.
A note was attached.
Who do you think's doing it?
There are a few people
who are a bit upset.
The Save The Dolphin Pub
action group, mainly.
Who's that?
The Doodys.
They own the bookshop.
They started this
bloody committee.
They came to see
Mum towards the end,
and we all agreed we'd sell
the pub back to the town.
Well, what changed, then?
Well, since Mum died,
the property market's
gone mad, hasn't it?
Ah.
I need to open it up.
Put the pub on the open market.
Well, what about the
promise that you made?
No, Mum would understand.
This is my future.
I can...
finally move on.
[ Paper rustles ]
There are more notes.
And you haven't been to
the police about this?
No. It's just some local
with a bee in their bonnet.
Well, it's a big bee.
There's, um, an
open day today...
at the pub.
The estate agent's bringing
in all the prospective buyers
for best and final offers.
I suppose whoever is
doing this might be there.
Okay.
I'll come, keep an eye out.
Let's find out who your
new best friend is.
- DOLLY: What did she want?
- She hired me.
What? Molly Stratton
is radioactive.
She's being threatened.
Yes, that's because she's
letting down her mum.
Look, I hate to say
this, but it is her pub,
despite what the town think.
Look, I don't want that place to
go to grubby developers, either,
but she's being threatened.
And it's not right.
TOGETHER: Save The Dolphin!
[ Horn honks,
indistinct shouting ]
Hi, Molly.
Oh, hi, Pearl.
Yep, that's them, the Doodys,
the leaders of the action group.
Alright, okay, I've got to go.
Oh, sorry I'm late.
Couldn't find anywhere to
park, and then my Dad rang me.
Lauren, this is Pearl.
- Pearl's here for...
- Moral support, really.
- Oh, lovely to meet you.
- And you.
Well, I think we'll have
offers by the end of the day.
Just depends on how far
you wanna push everyone.
- As far as we can.
- Not too far, please!
I've got to see some
profit. Elliot Lloyd.
We buy an old boot, break it up,
turn it into lots of
little glass slippers.
Oh, very nice.
Elliot, we spoke on the phone.
I'm Lauren Foster,
the new manager at
Foster's Estate Agent.
Oh, yeah, I heard old
flash Alan's retired.
Polishing his golf clubs, is
he? Hope he's trained you up.
He has. Have no fear.
Oh, and, uh, this is
Molly, the vendor.
- It's great to have you here.
- Hey, I'm your man.
This is gonna be a
landmark development.
Not just stunning
apartments, with gym,
owner's lounge, work pods.
Oh, Christ. Still they
continue to come like ants.
These DFLs.
Wiping away every last
crumb of Old Whitstable.
You know, you've stolen the
town from beneath our feet.
- He doesn't care, Tony.
- ELLIOT: Look, don't panic yet.
I've still gotta
get planning onside.
I mean, it's nothing that
a bottle of champagne
and a few solar panels on the
plans doesn't sort out, so...
We could do the deal
now, if you like.
FREYA: It's all about
money, isn't it?
I mean, shall I lie and
say, "No, it's not"?
Molly, let me pick your brains.
So, 'cause you know the place...
The community could still
raise their offer, Mrs. Doody.
Yeah.
Hello, Freya.
- What you doing here, Pearl?
- I'm here with Molly.
Lucky you.
She's been getting some
anonymous threatening notes.
Don't know anything
about that, do you?
I haven't written any
threatening letters
to Molly, no.
She hasn't been
to the police yet.
But, I mean, technically,
it is harassment.
FREYA: Can't help, sorry.
TONY: We don't know what
you're talking about.
I tell you what, I wish
I'd have thought of it.
Will you excuse us?
See you later.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Hello, Winnie.
Thought you'd be here.
Hello, Pearl.
Do you want me to
get you a cup of tea?
I'd prefer a sherry
from the bar.
[ Laughs ]
Those Doodys are a bit
full-on, aren't they?
They're trying, though.
I wanted to show my support.
Yeah, 'course.
WINNIE: They'd do
anything to save this pub.
I'll make sure you
get that sherry.
Excuse me a minute.
Got your best and
final offer in?
Yeah. I'm not too sure
I'll have that much luck.
PEARL: Well, you never know.
I'm Pearl, by the way.
Sammy.
So all offers are now in!
MOLLY: What are they?
[ Cellphone ringing ]
[ Sighs ] I better get this.
Good luck.
Hold on.
[ Lauren whispers indistinctly ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
MOLLY: Mr. Lloyd.
The pub is yours.
The right choice, Miss
Molly, the right choice.
Can I have those, uh,
bubbles I ordered, please?
Thank you, my darling.
This wouldn't have
happened without you.
How about you, Grandma?
Do you want some bubbles?
- Whoo!
- Oh, there, I woke her up.
MOLLY: Cheers!
ELLIOT: Tony,
darling, grab a glass.
This won't drink itself.
The Dolphin is mine, sir.
- Cheers. Here's to the future.
- Cheers.
TONY: Tell you what, smartass,
this isn't the last of it.
[ Birds squawking ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Fisherman found
him this morning.
Do we know who it is?
That developer.
MAN: There's no
sign of foul play.
MIKE: Yeah. Just
give me a sec.
I was wondering
when you'd turn up.
One SOCO tent, a few
coppers, and there she is.
- What do you want?
- What happened?
Don't know yet.
- Murder?
- MIKE: Not ruling it out.
Elliot Lloyd?
MIKE: Can't answer
that, Pearl.
I met him yesterday. He's
a right piece of work.
He was buying The Dolphin.
No?
It's a pub. He was
the highest bidder.
There was a few of 'em after it.
What are the injuries?
That's all you're getting.
Now I've got a crime scene
washing itself
away by the minute.
I've gotta go.
- Alright, Pearl.
- PEARL: Alright, Nikki.
What are the injuries?
Head wound, broken
leg, probably more.
- Nikki!
- What?
Sorry, my fault.
Guv, they're ready to
bring in the deceased now.
- Right.
- No sign of his phone.
- But his wallet was intact.
- Right.
Forensics reckon he's
not been dead long.
A few hours, maybe.
Weird, when I was with him
yesterday, he was half cut.
You really should be going now.
I think you need me around.
And why's that?
Because if this is a murder,
I know who all
your suspects are.
MIKE: Same writing on all?
Yeah, looks like it.
Right, we need to check
these for prints and DNA.
PEARL: This has got to be
to do with that pub, Mike.
It has to be.
There's people in this town
that really care about
that place passionately.
And they'll do anything
to preserve it.
Who's "they"?
The Doodys.
They run a local bookshop.
Molly's mum promised their
community group the pub, right?
And then Molly changed
her mind. They went mad.
They set up a Save The
Dolphin campaign group.
Then there's Sammy
Grady. He's a chef.
He was having a massive row
with someone on the phone
outside at the open day.
And they were all outbid
by our friend Elliot Lloyd.
So my first stop would be the
Doodys and then Sammy Grady.
Oh, and there's a dead seagull
in a bin bag in my shed.
All to do with
this note business.
Alright, well, I'll get this
lot over to the lab and, uh...
I'll take it from
there. Cheers, Pearl.
Have you thought about
the tide times yet?
The street, the strip
where you found him,
it's got a unique
current formation.
It's got two shorelines.
It's 'cause of
conflicting currents.
It means that you can
be pretty specific
about when and how he got there.
And how do you know that someone
didn't carry him down there?
It's half a mile long.
I mean, it'd be easier to
kill someone on the beach
and let the tide
do the hard work.
So have you got last
night's tide times?
We're getting them now.
PEARL: This is a murder
investigation, Mike.
Chop-chop. I'll meet you at
the Doodys' in an hour, yeah?
You're a bloody pain in the ass.
[ Bell jingles ]
That girl's got
blood on her hands.
None of this would have happened
if she hadn't been so set
on selling the pub to that worm.
Thing is, that worm is dead now.
Yeah, good riddance.
You seem very angry, Mrs. Doody.
Not angry, just sad.
And I know what you're
doing, Detective.
I didn't kill him.
And what about these
letters that were sent?
I've already told her, we
didn't write any letters.
What were you doing last night?
We had a book group. Here.
We've been reading
"It" by Stephen King.
Oh.
It's quite the
frightener. It is, too.
The entire group can
verify that I was here.
And after that?
We did a stock-take
into the night.
Um, I've no idea what time
I went to bed, but it was...
It was jolly late.
You got CCTV cameras
here after hours?
No, they're... they're
not working at the moment.
Yeah, 'course they're not.
Very thorough.
Writing reviews of all
the recent releases.
FREYA: Oh, that
was Tony's idea.
We divvy them up. Half each.
[ Bell jingles ]
Excuse me.
Hm.
FREYA: Hello, there.
How can I help?
[ Indistinct conversation ]
You can't do that.
You can't. I can.
- NIKKI: Hey, Guv?
- MIKE: Yeah.
NIKKI: Elliot Lloyd was
out celebrating till late.
Apparently the owners
at The Hotel Continental
had to ask him to leave the bar.
At 1:05 a.m., we've got
him on CCTV stumbling out.
Heads in the direction of
Tankerton, where he was staying,
but then we lose him.
Well, we're missing
something. Keep looking.
I've gotta go.
I've got a meeting.
I'll, uh, catch you later.
Sure. [ Scoffs ]
[ Bell jingles ]
Elliot Lloyd's been murdered.
Murdered?
Had you ever met him
before yesterday?
- [ Cellphone ringing, buzzing ]
- Um, no.
Sorry, one sec.
Hi, Dad.
[ Man speaking indistinctly ]
Yeah, no, I can't
talk right now.
I'm with someone.
Yes, yes, I-I put
the board outside.
Yeah, okay.
Alright, I've got to go.
Okay. Bye, bye.
- Sorry.
- Oh. Dads.
Yeah. It's exhausting.
So, Elliot Lloyd.
LAUREN: Oh, yeah, um...
Based in London.
Uh, buys properties
in tourist towns.
Um, he's got a bit of a
reputation, certainly.
Mm.
And who was the
next highest bidder?
Uh, Sammy Grady.
Do you know where I
can get ahold of him?
Uh, I think I've just
got a family address
for him in Lincolnshire,
but I do know he's staying
in Whitstable somewhere.
Mm.
I've got a mobile
number for him.
I mean, strictly speaking,
I shouldn't be giving
it to you, but...
[ Bell jingles ]
Have you heard
about Elliot Lloyd?
Yeah, Pearl just told me.
MOLLY: So, what happens now?
Well, there'll be a postmortem
and an investigation.
No, I mean about my pub.
- The sale.
- PEARL: Wow, Molly.
You're a motivated seller,
I'll give you that.
LAUREN: You've got
plenty of options.
- Other buyers are waiting.
- KAT: Pearl?
Kat, hi! Hey, what
are you doing here?
Uh, we are finally
getting our own place.
- Can't wait, can we?
- Yeah.
Wow, that's exciting.
Bye, then. [ Chuckles ]
[ Bell jingles ]
SAMMY: Hi. This
is Sammy Grady.
Leave me a message.
Hi, Sammy. This
is Pearl Nolan.
I'm working on behalf
of Molly Stratton.
Do you think you could
give me a call back?
[ Birds squawking ]
DOLLY: Ooh. Hello, sailor.
I like it. Where
are you off to?
I'm having a romantic night
in with the man of my dreams.
We're getting a takeaway.
Pearl? I want to
say something.
Not now, please, Mum.
Tom makes me happy.
Pearl. Pearl.
I'm happy for you.
Really.
Right. Okay.
And... that guy, the chef,
the one who wanted
to buy The Dolphin.
- What's he called? Sammy...
- Sammy Grady?
That's right. Well, I've
found out where he works.
The Neptune.
Oh.
- I love you.
- At last.
[ Line ringing ]
- TOM: Hello?
- Tom, it's me.
Um, change of plan.
How about we meet at The
Neptune in about half an hour?
TOM: Sure, see you there!
Oh, now I've gone and ruined
your romantic night in.
Well, sod that.
I've got work to do.
Thank you.
Um, you work really hard,
a bit too hard sometimes,
and I just wanna share
the load, you know?
So, how about we make a deal?
I'll cook for you,
say, twice a week?
Like Mondays and Wednesday.
Not Wednesdays.
I've got hot yoga.
But Mondays and Thursdays
or... or something?
I mean, I'm not saying I'm the
greatest cook in the world,
but, you know, I
could... It's a gesture.
Pearl?
Yeah. Same again?
Sure.
- Same again, please.
- WOMAN: Sure.
That was delicious.
Thank Sammy for me.
Oh, Sammy's not on
tonight. Called in sick.
- Oh, no.
- I said to him,
it's probably the
breakfasts at The Bramford.
- Given him food poisoning.
- Is he staying at The Bramford?
- Mm.
- Poor guy.
I'd rather sleep
on an oyster bed.
Always on call.
It's alright. I'm
getting used to it now.
Another chip.
Ever seen a ghost?
Bloody hell.
Caretaker died in one
of the rooms last year.
Yeah?
You'd have to be pretty skint
or pretty desperate
to have to stay there.
I can believe that.
How's the house hunting going?
Not brilliant.
Everything sells so bloody fast.
Oh, that's all the
Londoners coming down,
- buying everything up.
- Yes.
Point taken.
Hi, there. I'm
D.C. Mike McGuire.
Can you tell me if
there's a Sammy Grady
- staying here, please?
- Oh, is he in trouble?
MIKE: Nothing to worry
about. What room is he in?
Uh, he's in room 510
on the first floor.
MIKE: Cheers.
PEARL: You look tired, Sammy.
Uh, yeah.
I'm, uh, doing double shifts
at the pub at the moment.
100-hour weeks.
It's just a...
Just a bit intense.
If you can buy a pub, surely
you can rent somewhere decent?
SAMMY: Oh, it's all borrowed.
I'm treading on very
thin ice. [ Chuckles ]
You really needed that pub.
Yeah.
I didn't kill anyone.
[ Door opens, baby crying ]
Oh, this... Oh, this is my
wife, Bella, and our daughter.
It's the police.
They're just asking
a few questions.
- Hi.
- Hey.
Um, what did you do
after the open day?
Uh, well, when I left
The Dolphin, I went...
I went back to work.
And I was there
till what, midnight?
Yeah, he was back by 12:30.
I'm sorry to ask, but who was it
you were you arguing with
on the phone outside?
We, uh, couldn't agree
on how much to offer.
He went in far too low.
He's never bold enough.
PEARL: I'm sorry
that you missed out.
Whose are those?
BELLA: Hmm?
Oh, they're just mine.
Just bad back. Lifting
baby, you know?
- Thanks.
- Yeah. Sorry.
- We'll get off.
- SAMMY: No worries.
Listen, I'm sorry we
couldn't be more help.
PEARL: No worries.
Thank you so much.
SAMMY: Alright,
cheers. Thank you.
[ Baby crying ]
See you.
PEARL: We need to
check the CCTV.
MIKE: You don't believe Bella?
PEARL: Those pills
are amitriptyline.
You take 'em at night.
And they knock you out.
If she was on those painkillers,
there's no way she'd know
whether he was in
that room or not.
MIKE: Okay. That bit's
true. Home from work.
- Push it on a bit.
- [ Key clacks ]
MIKE: Nothing.
- [ Key clacks ]
- Oh.
PEARL: Well, well, well.
I went for a walk.
MIKE: A walk?
Well, yeah.
Bella and I were arguing
'cause I'd lost the pub.
I mean, you've seen
where we're living.
The baby's crying all the time.
We're both really stressed.
I'm working God knows
what hours under the sun
to try and get out of there.
So I went to get some fresh air.
I went for a walk.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you.
We're gonna need you to
stay in town, Mr. Grady.
And if you think
of anything else
that you might have
forgotten to tell us,
don't hesitate to call, yeah?
Yeah.
MIKE: I'm telling you,
Sammy Grady had time.
It only takes 10 minutes
to walk from The Bramford
to Tankerton beach.
Elliot left the Continental
just after 1:00.
Maybe Elliot and Sammy
just ran into each other,
got into one about the
pub, and it kicked off.
Maybe, but we still need to see
where Sammy went
for his night walk.
The landlord at the
Continental said Elliot Lloyd
was texting a lot
while he was drinking.
- Still no luck with his phone?
- No.
Apparently it was
a burner phone,
so no links to
his other devices.
He was a bloody developer.
What do you expect?
- Mm-hmm.
- MIKE: What's that?
I nicked some notes from
Sammy and Bella's room.
- [ Cellphone ringing ]
- You're unbelievable.
Well, they don't match anyway.
So it was a waste of time.
Hello? Alright?
Yeah.
[ Laughs ] Yeah, go on.
NIKKI: He's actually smiling.
- He's laughing.
- MIKE: Right.
No, I'm just at work, yeah.
It's weird.
- MIKE: Huh?
- [ Both laugh ]
I've gotta go. I've
really got... Yeah, yeah.
Alright, alright.
Bye, bye, bye.
[ Clears throat ]
Timecode... 1:32.
Here we go.
There he is by the harbor.
Then he's walking in the
direction of Tankerton.
What?
He goes straight
back to The Bramford.
MIKE: So he didn't
head to Tankerton.
Went straight back to his hotel.
Brilliant.
Well, that leaves us
with absolutely nothing.
PEARL: Look at that camera.
That's The Dolphin.
MOLLY: Hi. This is Molly.
Leave your name and number
and I'll get back to you.
[ Bell jingles ]
- Pearl.
- PEARL: You're working late.
Yeah, it's quiet, no phones.
Quick question. Who's
got keys to The Dolphin?
- Uh, me and Molly, I think.
- Right.
It's just I was watching
some security camera footage
from the other night, and...
well, a light went on just
after half 1:00 in the morning.
That wasn't you, was it?
LAUREN: [ Laughs ]
You're joking, right?
Sorry. Just had to ask.
Well, if at all possible,
I try to sleep between the
hours of 12:00 and 5:00.
'Course.
Just I-I can't
get hold of Molly.
I couldn't borrow
your key, could I?
I just wanna check
everything's alright.
Promise you'll return it?
Yeah, 'course.
Thanks, Lauren.
[ Bell jingles ]
[ Lock clicks ]
Molly?
[ Buttons clicking ]
[ Line ringing ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]
- This better be good.
- [ Glass shatters ]
[ Door opens ]
Pearl?
[ Line beeping ]
Pearl?
[ Line ringing ]
[ Cellphone rings ]
[ Buttons clicking ]
[ Line beeping ]
- [ Screams ]
- [ Screams ]
- Molly?
- Oh, Pearl?
[ Exhales deeply ]
Why are you breaking
into your own pub, Molly?
Oh, because it's the other
thing I've lost, my keys.
No, wait, what do you
mean the other thing?
What's the first thing?
Oh, just the deeds
to this place.
Solicitor hasn't got them.
I haven't got them.
I thought they might be here.
So the keys have gone?
Yeah, oh, yeah,
the keys have gone.
- [ Bottle thuds ]
- I opened up on the open day.
But when it came to lock
up, I couldn't find them.
I mean, they must have
fallen out of my pocket.
Yeah, or someone's
had 'em off you.
Mm?
No one's been here
since the open day?
- No.
- PEARL: Hmm.
So who were the
big darts players?
Uh, uh, the Doodys.
Okay.
You had me worried for a minute.
I was fine. I was armed
with a massive umbrella.
MIKE: That's not actually a
recognized mode of self-defense.
PEARL: Oh, right. Sorry. I
left my lightsaber at home.
MIKE: Now you're talking.
[ Bell jingles ]
PEARL: Well, Molly lost her
key to the pub on the open day.
And she knows she had
it 'cause she opened up.
You need to start talking.
This is a murder investigation
FREYA: Yeah.
Look, it wasn't... It
wasn't stealing, really.
Not... Not really.
We, um... We swore
everyone to secrecy.
Who's everyone?
Uh, here, the, um, Save
The Dolphin action group.
You know, we just wanted
to give everyone the chance
to go back to the pub.
You know, just meet
up, play cards.
Have a drink.
One last time.
We met at 1:30 a.m.
About eight of us.
Yeah, and it was
wonderful. It was.
We took our own drinks in.
And... And put some
music on. And...
And Winnie, bless her,
Winnie set her alarm and
brought her own sherry in.
It was like the old days.
- Did you play darts?
- Oh, yes.
Who kept score?
FREYA: Uh...
Winnie.
[ Bell jingles ]
PEARL: Mike, hang
on. Wait, wait.
Let me talk to her first.
Record it.
'Course.
I had to do something.
Leaving notes. I don't know.
I was clasping at straws.
And Elliot Lloyd?
I didn't kill Elliot Lloyd.
How would I kill him?
I'd need a truck.
Look at me.
I could barely carry
that bloody seagull
down Molly Stratton's path.
This isn't just about
saving a beautiful building
or preserving the local boozer.
This is about destroying
something that got us through.
That place probably saved lives.
[ Ship horn blows ]
You go and get Winnie and
I'll meet you at the station,
- alright?
- Alright.
Alright?
I think we've got
this all wrong.
What do you mean?
Well, we assumed that the
person that wrote the notes
is the same person that
killed Elliot Lloyd,
but I don't think the
two things are connected.
I think those notes have
been a massive distraction.
NIKKI: Guv, just got
the call from forensics
- with the PM and toxicology.
- Yeah.
Elliot Lloyd had a vast amount
of alcohol in his system.
No water was found in his lungs.
So he was dead before
he hit the water.
NIKKI: Exactly.
Major trauma to the
head. Fractured skull.
And get this, six cracked
ribs and internal bleeding.
It's not as simple as a fight.
It was major impact.
Something hit him.
[ Sighs ]
What?
Something Winnie said.
[ Vehicle approaches ]
Oh, Lauren, Lauren!
I've got your keys
for The Dolphin.
Thanks.
Sorry.
It's fine.
PEARL: I suppose the
sale's on hold now, is it?
With all the buyers
being suspects.
LAUREN: Yeah.
Anything else I
can help you with?
Sorry, it's just
I've got a viewing.
I've really got to go.
It must be a drag getting
the bus to your viewings.
[ Lauren sighs ]
What, you go in your trainers
and then you put your heels on
when you get there, yeah?
Yeah, something like that.
It's funny, 'cause
I thought you drove.
I do.
Why you getting the bus, then?
Uh, the car's in...
for a service.
On the night of the
murder, you said that
you came back here
and worked late.
W... Elliot Lloyd
was popping corks
like there was no tomorrow,
and I was working.
And I had to get back here.
But you had some
champagne before you left?
What, a couple?
Something like that.
And you came back
here till midnight?
Well, it could
have been 1:00-ish.
That's a long day.
Yeah, well, I'm the boss now.
I'm just trying to
get it all done.
I mean, I wouldn't hear the last
of it if I dropped the ball.
PEARL: You must
have been knackered.
18-hour days? I mean,
believe me, I've been there.
It's hard to function.
LAUREN: Yeah, I'm alright.
I'll do whatever it
takes to get it all done.
What, like drive when you're
so tired you can't see?
Lauren?
Don't.
I couldn't keep my eyes open.
And...
the noise was awful.
He just... just
lurched out of nowhere.
The... The... Into the road.
This... This m-man.
And I thought there was a
car or... or a wall or...
So what did you do?
LAUREN: Well, I-I got out.
And there was this
heap in the road
on the passenger side and...
And I saw that it
was Elliot Lloyd.
I mean, of all people,
bloody Elliot Lloyd.
And...
His eyes were open, so I
slapped him across the face,
because I didn't
know what else to do.
I mean, what do you do?
PEARL: You call the police.
Or an ambulance.
You could have called
your dad, Lauren.
The very last person
I could have called.
And you managed to get the body
in the car, and no one saw?
Just...
put him in the car and drove.
Down to Tankerton slopes.
[ Sniffles ]
I drove down onto
the beach and...
and pulled him out.
And I left him
there and drove off.
Okay.
It's good that you told me.
I'll be back in a minute.
[ Bell jingles ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
[ Door closes ]
PEARL: It's awful.
She was just trying to
keep it all together.
Make her dad proud.
MIKE: Well, you did it again.
Did what?
Solved the case.
Well, we both did.
Yeah, make a good
team, don't we?
Yeah. I-I'd better, um...
MIKE: Yeah, me too. Um...
- [ Clears throat ]
- [ Bell jingles ]
PEARL: I'll see you.
MIKE: Yeah. Oh.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
PEARL: Hey.
Hi. They look happier.
Well, they were treated to
a marriage guidance session.
Courtesy of moi.
You gave them couples therapy?
Oi. I'm a wise old bird.
I notice things.
In fact, I'm thinking
of retraining.
Oh, don't make me laugh.
Ah, here comes another one
who needs his head examining.
- You can't say that, Mum.
- DOLLY: Oh, I so can.
He moves in with one person
and then he can't keep
away from another.
You alright? You look
like you need a beer.
[ Bottle opens ]
Thanks. I think.
Found a house yet?
- No. Not yet.
- No, nothing out there?
Nothing that feels
like home, you know?
You alright?
Yeah. Fine.
Oh, well, I've heard of a
pub that's going begging.
MIKE: Oh. Nah, you're alright.
PEARL: Alright, Molly?
I need your advice.
Is this relationship-associated?
Because if so, you've
come to the right place.
No!
Who do I sell the pub to?
The second and third offers were
so much lower than, um... his.
Well, what you asking her for?
Why don't you sell
it to both of 'em?
Let Sammy Grady
manage the kitchen,
and him and his family
can live upstairs.
And then let the community
group manage the pub.
Then everyone's happy.
Well, that's never
gonna work, is it?
DOLLY: Molly, why
don't you have a drink?
On the house.
And I'll sort it out.
Sorry, go on. What
were you saying?
Spaghetti al polpo coming up!
Alright, Mike.
Do we think that eight
tentacles will be enough?
Could have gone with 16,
thought that might
be a bit too leggy.
- [ Laughs ]
- Hello.
Hello.
[ Sighs ]
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