♪♪ [ Birds chirping ] -[ Clears throat ] [ Exhales deeply ] ♪♪ [ Woman singing in French ] ♪♪ Finally.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Coughing ] ♪♪ [ Tires screeching ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Bicycle bell dings ] [ Woman laughing ] [ Woman speaking French ] ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Woman shouting in French ] [ Indistinct conversations ] -Take the hand brake off, son.

-Okay, Maman.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -♪ Do you remember the first time ♪ ♪ That my eyes set on you?

♪ ♪ Your smile came from nowhere ♪ ♪ For sometime never or sometime soon ♪ ♪ The road is a long one ♪ ♪ I was only passing through ♪ ♪♪ ♪ I was only passing through ♪ -I knew his family wouldn't turn up.

-So it was -- it was just you at the funeral?

-Yep.

Just me and the staff.

♪♪ I should have been with him.

It wouldn't have happened if I'd have been with him.

♪♪ -Mrs. White...

I've got something to tell you.

♪♪ -Everything?

Gone?

-The shop will be repossessed imminently.

The contents need to be sold to pay your creditors.

-But he can't.

I'm co-signatory.

-He must have forged your signature.

-He never even signed a Christmas card.

-Mrs. White, I'm trying to get to the bottom of this.

How exactly did you run your business?

-Um... Can I -- Can I have another brandy?

Right.

Um... For about the last 10 years, Rory has done a buyer's trip to the south of France every couple of months or so.

T-There's a little town down there called Sainte Victoire.

And we discovered it by accident, actually, on holiday.

The -- The antiques markets, they're ridiculous.

Amazing stuff.

We even bought a little cottage down there.

when we first got married.

-Right.

-I'm not a great traveler, and, um, well, the business really took off over here, so I've not actually been back since.

-Okay, so Rory bought the antiques on his own?

-[ Chuckles ] You're joking, aren't you?

He couldn't tell a Cole from a Constable.

No.

Um...

It was all down to smartphones.

-Smartphones?

-I used to make him film everything before he bought it.

We were making money.

-Look, there -- there -- there is something, Mrs. White.

You are still in possession of the cottage in -- in Sainte Victoire.

-Oh.

That's something, I suppose.

What about his personal effects?

-Oh, well, that's everything that was found at the crash scene.

♪♪ -[ Sniffles ] ♪♪ Where's the ring?

-Sorry?

-In this box, there was a very expensive ring.

-Like I said, th-that's everything the police found.

-This isn't right.

This isn't right.

-Look, I can have everything sent over.

-No.

It's okay.

♪♪ I'm on my way.

[ Bell dings ] -Ladies and gentlemen, my name's Helen, and I'm your chief flight attendant this afternoon.

On behalf of Captain Benson and the entire crew, may I welcome you aboard this flight from Manchester to Le Côté du Fougères.

Once you've taken your seat, we'll be... -Bonjour?

-Parlez-vous anglais?

-Yeah.

-Um, could I book a taxi, please, to pick me up at Côté du Fougères Airport?

-When?

-Um, well, I land at 12:30, so about 1:00 p.m.?

-Name?

-Mrs. White.

Um, actually, just Jean.

-Sorted.

[ Dial tone ] [ Indistinct conversations ] -J'apporte toujours un thé l'après-midi sur un vol, quelle que soit l'heure de la journée.

[ Laughs ] -Oh, I'm sorry, my French is a bit limited.

-Oh.

I said, "I always like to bring an afternoon tea on a flight, whatever time of day."

-[ Chuckles ] -Fab shades!

Barbara.

[ Chuckles ] -Oh.

Jean.

Thank you.

-You're welcome.

If you don't mind me saying so, Jean, you look like your thoughts could do with a change of scenery.

Here you go.

-Oh!

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

-[ Chuckles ] My guilty pleasure!

These bizarre people always [Sighs] take my mind off things.

-Great.

[ Overhead bin closes ] [ Bell dings ] -Ladies and gentlemen, we're starting our descent to Le Côté du Fougères Airport.

-And now I know where you live, we might even bump into one another.

[ Chuckles ] Here.

When you've got yourself settled in, give me a call.

-Oh!

Y-You sell houses?

-Yes, we do.

Are you thinking of selling?

-Yeah.

-Well, give me a call, then!

[ Chuckles ] -I will.

Oh, and thank you, Barbara.

Who knew that reading about ghosts who force-feed people's husbands meat patties... -[ Laughs ] -...would be so cathartic?

[ Laughs ] -You just never know what's around the corner.

[ Both laugh ] -Ugh, can you speak to this man?

I can't understand a word he is saying!

-Um, hello?

Qui est à l'appareil?

-I want to know if they are still doing the offer on [Whispers] the colonic irrigation.

-Vous faites encore l'offre sur l'irrigation colique?

[ Women laughing ] -[ Laughs ] It isn't -- Not for me, of course.

I'm asking for a friend.

A-Adele, could you keep your voice down, please?

Oh, for heaven's sake!

Give that to me!

[ Stammers ] I don't know how they expect to run a business without speaking English.

Dominic!

Cooee!

-Judith!

Hello!

-Fancy meeting you here.

[ Chuckles ] -Bonjour.

-Bonjour.

-Oh, look at you, doing French!

Who are you waiting for, some lucky lady?

-Oh, yes.

-Oh, dear.

Terrible business, all that.

Are you picking up his mother?

-I guess so.

She's on the Manchester flight.

-Oh, so much to do when someone dies.

-Indeed there is, yeah.

-Poor woman.

You shouldn't have to bury your children.

When I lost my Tarquin, he was 13.

-I'm sorry.

I-I didn't know.

-Thank you.

Although I count my blessings.

There weren't many toy poodles who lived a life so privileged.

Oh, there he is!

[ Chuckles ] Oh, darling, over here!

Oh, darling, welcome home!

[ Smooches ] Welcome home, my angel!

[ Chuckles ] [ Both moaning ] Adele, be a darling and take Jeremy's luggage to the car.

-Oh, let me give you a hand.

-Oh, that's all right, Dominic.

She's a big, strong girl.

Aren't you, Adele?

-Oui, ma-- Oui, madam.

-Oh, terrible business!

Nice chap, Rory.

I bought a few pieces from him over the years.

Knew his stuff.

-Oh, hello.

I think you might be waiting for me.

I'm Mrs. White.

-Hello.

Oh, uh, are you -- Uh, hello.

Sorry.

Um, I thought you would be, um -- -Dominic was going to say he thought you would be much older.

-Oh, was he?

-Right.

Thanks.

I think.

-Uh, she's right, I was, but I meant it as a compliment.

-Our deepest condolences on your loss.

Always hard for us mums.

-Sorry?

-Your son, Rory.

-Rory was my husband, not my son.

-Of course.

[ Laughs nervously ] You look far too young to be his mother.

Yeah, I was going to ask the name of your surgeon.

-Again, thanks, I think.

Um, is it okay if we go?

-Yes, no, of course.

Yeah, let me grab your bags there.

-See you soon!

-And "mum" is not the word.

[ Both laugh ] ♪♪ -I'm glad you're here.

I didn't think you would show up.

Your firm has a very rude receptionist.

-Uh, I am the firm, and the receptionist is my daughter.

-Oh.

Oh, sorry.

-No, it's alright.

She's going through a very difficult age.

She has been for the last 10 years.

-Thank you.

[ Cellphone ringing ] -Oh, speak of the devil.

Mind if I take this?

-No, no, no.

-Coucou, Papa.

-What do you want?

-Can I take some money out of the float?

I'm at the end of my overdraft, but I promise I'll give it back.

-Back by the end of next week.

-Merci, Papa.

Love you.

-Love you, too.

[ Cellphone thuds ] [ Items clattering ] -Okay, it's the last time, Xav.

-Trust me.

How long have we known each other?

Would I ever let you down?

[ Chuckles ] Thank you.

♪♪ -The furthest away star that's ever been seen is 9 billion light-years away.

I mean, pff, that is mind-blowing, isn't it?

I mean, the furthest away thing that I've ever photographed is in the Andromeda Galaxy, which is about 2.2 million light-years away, give or take a light-year.

-Right.

-Hmm.

So that -- that light was there before we were human, but it's so far away, it's only just hitting us now.

I mean, pff.

[ Chuckles ] Bonbons du voyage?

-Uh -- Uh, no -- no, thanks.

-It's amazing, though, isn't it?

-Sorry?

-Well, it's like a time capsule.

Wherever you look into the night sky, it's like a time machine.

-Yeah.

Yeah, right.

[ Birds chirping ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -I can't see you!

-Can't see straight, you mean.

-[ Laughing ] -[ Sighs ] -I'm gonna plant lots of stuff out here.

-[ Stifled laugh ] -For you!

Flowers.

Gorgeous as you.

-[ Laughing ] Yeah.

You can't even keep a cactus alive.

-[ Laughing ] -[ Chuckles, smooches ] -Hey, I don't have to carry you over the threshold, do I?

-Yeah, good luck with that.

-Right, come on!

-[ Shouts ] -Come on!

-No, no, no.

-Brace yourself, Rory!

[ Both laugh ] -No!

No, no, no.

Don't!

No!

[ Laughs ] -Mrs. White?

Mrs. White?

-Sorry?

-You okay?

-Yeah.

Miles away.

-Don't you mean billions of light-years away?

[ Laughs ] ♪♪ Oof!

Needs a bit of TLC, that door, I think.

-Oh, thanks.

[ Dominic grunts ] -And what do -- what do I owe you?

-Oh, just call it, uh, 20 euros.

-Really?

Are you sure?

-Yeah, I was -- I was out at the airport anyway, so... -Oh.

Thanks.

So, um, what was your name again?

-Oh, Dom.

Dom Hayes.

So, if you need anything at all, Mrs. White, just -- well, just give us a call.

-Oh, call me Jean.

-Oh, okay.

Well, bye, Jean.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -♪ Stare at the moon, my love ♪ ♪ I'll be flyin' over soon ♪ ♪ Stare at the moon, my love ♪ ♪ I'll be flyin' over soon ♪ ♪ You're just a distant relative ♪ ♪ Left alone with sedatives ♪ ♪ You're just a distant relative ♪ ♪ But I still love you ♪ ♪♪ [ Birds chirping ] -Ecoutez Madame, il va falloir revenir demain.

-Je ne comprends pas.

-Vous devrez parler au gendarme Caron et il n'est pas disponible pour le moment.

-I'm so sorry.

I-I don't understand.

-[ Loudly ] Vous devrez parler au gendarme Caron et il n'est pas disponible pour le moment.

-Um, j-just one minute.

-[ Exhales deeply ] [ Indistinct conversations in distance ] -Oh, hello, Dom?

It's Jean White here.

Y-You dropped me off yesterday.

Hi.

I hope you don't mind me calling you.

Um, I just -- I wondered if you could do me a favor.

Um, could you call by the police station, please?

I'm getting a bit lost in translation.

Oh, hi!

-Hiya.

Uh, this is my daughter.

She's going to do the translating for us.

She's a little bit better than me.

-I'm supposed to be going out.

-Aw, thank you!

-What do you want me to say?

-I wanted to pick up my husband's personal effects from the accident.

His name is Mr. Rory White.

-Bonjour.

Elle veut les choses de son mari de l'accident.

Monsieur Rory White.

-Ah je vois, attendez-la un instant.

-Andre!

I thought you were still on holiday!

-We came home early.

My wife did not like the food.

-Oh.

Um, Jean, this is my good friend and local head of police, Gendarme Andre Caron.

-Bonjour, Monsieur.

-Bonjour, Jean.

Un plaisir de vous rencontrer.

Tout ami de Dominique est un de mes amis.

-[ Chuckles ] -Uh, he said any friend of my dad's is a friend of his.

-Oh, thanks.

Thank you.

-Would it be easier if I spoke English for you?

-Oh, yes, please.

I'm a little rusty.

-Not at all.

-Is that it?

Can I go?

-Yes.

-Shall we go through?

-Oh, yes, thank you.

-I'll be in the car if you need a lift.

-Dom?

Um... Would you come through with me?

Uh, yeah, sure, sure.

-Here are your husband's effects, Mrs. White.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Right.

Um... Where is it?

-Everything we found is in the bag.

-There was a very, very expensive ring in this box, and now it's not here.

♪♪ He sent me this just before the crash.

-I'm bringing it home to you, my darling.

♪♪ -Everything that was found at the scene of the crash, in the van or on your husband's person, is in that bag, Mrs. White.

There was nothing else.

-I-I don't think you understand.

♪♪ S-Somebody must -- must have taken it.

I-I'm not entirely sure this was an accident.

-There was no sign of foul play.

♪♪ Mrs. White, I cannot imagine how hard it is for you.

You must not blame yourself for not being with your husband as you usually were.

-Sorry?

-You could help being out of the country for once.

-For once?

♪♪ I've not been in this country for 10 years.

♪♪ -But my wife bought a Rolex watch from you last week for my son's 21st.

♪♪ Here it is.

With the proof of purchase that you have signed.

♪♪ -This is one of the worst fakes I've ever seen.

The Cyclops lens is too small.

There's no crown on the dial, and... ♪♪ ...and the name "Rolex" is printed.

It's not even engraved.

-Fake?

W-What do you mean, fake?

-I've seen better copies on Tommyfield Market.

-Where?

-Firstly...

I would never morally sell tat like that.

And secondly... that, categorically, is not my signature.

♪♪ -Well, that is impossible.

There -- There can't be two Mrs.

Whites.

♪♪ -Um, Jean, we sometimes saw Rory with a woman here.

She kept herself to herself, never came to the pub or anything, but I think we just presumed it was his wife.

That's why there was that confusion at the airport.

♪♪ [ Dog barking ] [ Xavier shouting in French ] ♪♪ -You alright, Xav?

♪♪ At least we shouted in each other's faces at that age.

-[ Chuckles ] -Have you eaten?

-Uh, no.

-You must be famished.

Come on.

Just to warn you, news travels fast 'round here.

-Right.

♪♪ [ Indistinct conversations ] -Take a deep breath.

[ Conversations stop ] -Hello, Dom!

-Hey.

-Sorry.

Are you Celine Frederique from "Hey!

Hey!

Hey" Eurovision Song Contest, 1995?

-Yes!

-I'm -- I'm -- I'm such a big fan.

Eurovision is a passion of mine.

♪ And they shout, "hey, hey, hey" ♪ -♪ What a nice day for the sun to shine ♪ ♪ And me to say but forever and a day ♪ ♪ I feel that way 'cause I love you ♪ -[ Laughs ] -Oh, well, let me get you some drinks -- on the house for a fan.

-Oh, um, just some sparkling water.

-Yeah.

-Right.

Sparkling water it is.

I'll bring the menus over.

We do a lovely croque monsieur.

[ Both laugh ] -What?

-I am very disappointed in you, Jean.

A fan of Eurovision?

-Rory used to say that, as well.

-Sorry.

-Oh, where is it?

-What?

-The ring.

I-It just doesn't make sense.

You've seen the video.

-Yeah.

-Well, he sent that just half an hour before he died.

-How can you know that?

-The police, um, told me his approximate time of death.

-Okay.

-Niall, darling, could I take a bottle of good white?

Fortnum & Mason left us a bottle short in the hamper this week.

Did you hear about Rory?

Two wives.

We thought she was his mother, but, you know, she did look just a little bit too young.

I mean, we all know his antiques were fake, but a fake wife, as well?

-[ Speaking French ] -[ Laughs ] Be easier if she came with subtitles!

-I think she's trying to tell you you're about to get a parking ticket, Judith.

-I've just lost my appetite.

-Where did my number-one fan go?

-[ Sighs ] She's right, though, isn't she?

-Who?

-Plum-In-Her-Mouth Almighty.

Rory did have another woman.

-Um...

So it would appear, yeah, yeah.

-Oh, I'm sorry, Dom.

I hardly know you, and you're ferrying me from one crisis to the next.

-It's fine.

Let's find that ring.

This village does not keep secrets very well.

-Thanks, Dom.

It's all I've got now.

How has nobody decked her yet?

-[ Laughs ] -[ Sighs ] Do you smoke?

-No.

-Neither do I.

No.

[ Bell chimes ] -Hang on a minute.

Keep them in there as a deterrent.

Okay.

Oh.

-Oh.

[ Chuckles ] It's alright.

The urge has passed now.

-Yeah.

-[ Sighs ] Right.

So we definitely know that the ring was in that box half an hour before the accident.

-Well, it must have fallen out the box during the crash.

-Yeah, and somebody's nicked it.

-Is it worth a lot of money?

-Oh, you've no idea.

But I think it's more than that now.

I know it sounds crazy... ...but I think that someone murdered Rory for it.

I-I'm sure of it.

-Look, I-I don't mean to be insensitive, but... aren't you being a little bit dramatic?

-No.

I'm not.

-Okay.

Listen, why don't we go back to the pub and get you something to eat?

-No, I don't need placating, Dom.

I just need to find the person who's got the ring.

-Okay.

Can I give you a lift back?

-It's alright.

Um...I'll -- I'll walk.

[ Engine starts ] -Oh, Madeleine!

You drive me crazy.

Hi, Glo.

Me again.

That red light's come back on.

-No worries.

Bring her over later and I'll sort her out for the morning.

-Oh, thanks, mate.

-You'll have to buy a new car one day, Dom.

-Never.

-[ Laughs ] ♪♪ -Thanks, Glo.

-Cheers, love.

-♪ Sweetheart, you really got me spinning around ♪ ♪ In a world called sorry ♪ ♪ Sweetheart, you really got me holding on ♪ ♪ To what went wrong, my love ♪ [ Knock on door ] -Thanks for coming, Dom.

Look, I know you think I'm mad, but if you give me a chance, I can prove that somebody killed my husband.

-Good morning to you, too.

-Oh.

S-Sorry.

Morning.

-You don't have to prove anything to me, Jean, okay?

I'm here to help.

-Thanks, Dom.

-Right, your carriage awaits.

-Uh... -Yeah, Madeleine's not been well.

-Who's Madeleine?

-My car.

I've got to go and get her from the garage, so we're going to have to use Fleur.

-Who's Fleur?

♪♪ -Are you having a laugh?

♪♪ Fleur?

[ Bicycle bell rings ] -Jump on.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Get your hands off my Madeleine's undercarriage!

-[ Laughs ] It was only a loose wire.

I've just finished.

-Oh, brilliant.

Thanks, mate.

-Gloria, this is Jean.

Jean, this is Gloria.

-Hiya.

-Hi.

-Oh!

Sir Douglas of Dogsville!

How the hell are you?

-Aw.

-Hello.

Hey, Xav.

-Uh, I have to take this call.

Douglas.

♪♪ -Uh, Jean was Rory's wife.

-Oh, so sorry to hear about Rory.

It was only when I turned up to tow the van I realized it was him.

-The van?

-Yeah.

♪♪ -C-Can I have a look?

-Yeah.

Yeah, give us a hand, Dom.

-Yeah, sure.

-Uh, the police have run the forensics, and I've finished the diagnostics.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -That's not right.

-What?

-Rory smoked cheroots.

-Maybe he just fancied a change.

-What?

After 25 years?

Look, the ashtray's empty, look.

-Right, yeah.

-Whoever smoked this was in the van with him, and whoever that was has murdered him for the ring.

-Murdered?

-If you wanted to flog something really valuable 'round here, where would you go?

-Pawnbroker.

-Yeah, who -- who's the local one?

-Charlie Brodeur.

-Charlie Brodeur.

[ Bell jingles ] -Ah, Monsieur Hayes.

It's good to see you.

And you are?

-Um, Mrs. White.

Jean White.

-Um, my sincerest condolences about Rory.

He was a good man.

-Thank you.

Um, I'm here about a ring.

Has anyone tried to sell you a ring recently?

It's, um, a red stone?

-No.

I'm afraid we very rarely deal in jewelry, Madame White.

We find there are too many fakes.

-I received an e-mail about a ring.

This one.

Someone asked through the website if we would like to buy it, but it was clearly paste, so... -Why didn't you tell me?

-That's it.

That's it.

That's my ring.

-Uh, can you give us that e-mail address?

-Oui, bien sûr.

-Um...I wish you good luck in finding it, and if you need any further help, please don't hesitate to ask.

-Thank you.

-We've all been fooled by French paste, madame.

♪♪ [ Bell jingles ] -I know it's not a fake.

You can tell by the saturation of the stone alone.

-Do you mind if we swing by the château on the way back to yours?

They've got a problem with some blocked drains.

-Well, that's an offer I can't refuse.

♪♪ -Ah, here he is!

-Oh, Dominic!

It is so lovely to see you.

-Hi.

Oh.

[ Jeremy laughs ] -It seems you've been called out for no reason.

The blockage was caused by leaves in the drain.

Everything's flowing freely now that Adele has cleared it.

-Ah.

So all sorted, then?

-Have we inconvenienced you, Dominic?

-No, no, no, not at all.

Not at all.

-Mrs. White.

Um, I hear you're a bit of an expert.

Now, I've got a little something I'd like to show you.

-And little it is!

[ Laughter ] -Come on, you two.

-I'm so sorry.

-I wonder if you could settle a little discussion we've been having.

-Oh, for goodness' sake, Jeremy!

I have told you, they are silver-plate, my darling.

-If you don't mind.

-Of course, let me see.

-I think they're rather special.

-And I know they are tat.

-Uh, Judith is right.

They're silver-plated.

-Oh, um... thank you, Adele.

-Monsieur.

-I knew it.

I can spot a fake a mile off.

In fact, only this morning I had some youth trying to sell me a piece of tat, swearing it was a ruby, but it was so glaringly a cheap bauble.

-Um...what did this youth look like?

-Why, did he try to sell it to you, too?

-He?

-Yes, he works at the garage.

I told him to stick to what he knows.

♪♪ -Gendarme Caron.

I-I know my husband's crash was not an accident.

Can you meet me at Gloria's Garage?

♪♪ -Hey.

You okay?

-Is Xav here?

-Yeah, he's upstairs.

-Can you give him a shout for us?

♪♪ -Xav, can you come down here a minute?

♪♪ -Yeah?

-Dom wants a word.

-Yeah.

-Well, it's not me that needs a word.

-I think you have something that belongs to me.

♪♪ -Oh.

[ Door opens ] -Xavier, what have you done?

-I'm so sorry, Maman.

-You tampered with his van, didn't you?

-Now, hang on a minute.

My son might be -- -No, no, no, no.

You've got it all wrong.

I didn't tamper with the van.

-You knew Rory had the ring, though.

-Rory asked me to check the van over.

-You hiding something important, Xav?

-No.

Not important.

-Do you want to see what I've been hiding?

She's a beauty, isn't she?

And if I'm right, she's priceless.

I'm taking her home.

That's why I need you to give the van a good once-over before I set off, alright?

-Yeah.

-And that's just what you did, didn't you?

You fixed it so he would crash so you could get your hands on the ring.

-No, you're wrong!

-I found your cigarette in his ashtray.

You were in that van just before he set off.

-I was not.

I found the ring when we were at the crash site.

Maman, I swear, I didn't tamper with the van.

-Oh, Xav.

-I'm so sorry.

-How much do you owe this time?

-20,000 euros.

-But how?!

You're barred from every betting shop in the county.

-I thought I could pay off my poker debt.

-What poker debt?

-It just built up again, and virtual chips didn't seem like real money, and... it just piled, and I panicked.

-Where is the ring now?

[ Rattling ] -I'm so sorry.

-I'm sorry, Mrs. White, but this is evidence.

-Dom, please tell him.

Dom, please, tell him!

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Gearshift clicks ] [ Seat belt clicks ] [ Both sigh ] -The more I get to know, the more I realize I didn't know my husband at all.

♪♪ -[ Sighs ] What a day.

♪♪ [ Compartment opens ] ♪♪ -How long since you've given up?

-Three years, four days, three months, six hours, and... 23 minutes.

-Mine's 10 years, two months exactly.

♪♪ -How much is that ring worth, then?

-It's a Burmese cushion cut ruby set in 18-karat yellow gold with surrounding diamonds with additional diamonds set in a platinum band.

-I have no idea what you just said, but that sounds expensive.

-75,000.

-Seriously?

How can you be so sure?

-That's just it.

I'm not sure.

It could be something completely different.

-What, like, worthless or... -Oh, no.

It could be a Burmese pigeon's blood ruby -- very, very rare due to the diminishing mines they come from.

Worth between 8 million to 12 million.

♪♪ Either way, finally he lands a winner and... ♪♪ -Oh, shall we light that fag?

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

♪♪ Oh.

-I've got a lighter.

Well, it's Rory's lighter.

-Oh, no, no, no, no, no, it's not the same if we smoke it indoors, is it?

-It's a fag, not a joint.

[ Clicking ] I think it needs a flint.

Where's your gas control valve?

No wonder you're empty.

[ Sniffs ] ♪♪ -Oh.

Are you alright?

♪♪ -It smells of almonds.

-What?

-The lighter.

It smells of almonds.

-I can't -- I can't smell anything.

♪♪ -Not everyone can smell cyanide.

Open the door.

-What?

What's going on?

[ Water running ] -The lighter.

He was killed by the lighter.

-How?

-Somebody put cyanide gas instead of butane gas in my husband's lighter.

It was the lighter that was tampered with, not the van.

[ Knock on door ] ♪♪ -I'll go.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Um... ♪♪ These were on the doorstep.

♪♪ ♪♪ Bluebells.

-No.

They're monkshood.

Poisonous.

They mean danger.

♪♪ [ Exhales deeply ] ♪♪ [ Gasps ] ♪♪ It's the gas control valve.

♪♪ ♪♪ "So my darling Rory finally made his choice and was bringing my ring home to you."

♪♪ "It's such a shame that smoking kills, isn't it, Mrs.

White?"

♪♪ The other woman.

♪♪ She killed him.

♪♪ She killed my husband.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Gloria speaks indistinctly ] -Come on, let's get you home.

♪♪ -We are sending it to forensics to find out everything we can.

The minute we have results, you will know.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Gearshift clicks ] -Thanks.

♪♪ Thank you.

♪♪ ♪♪ -I'm bringing it home to you, my darling.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Sizzling ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪