Whitstable Pearl

Oi, what time do you finish, sweetness?

You'll be passed out by then, so it don't matter.

I'll bring the bill.

- Five shots of Sambuca. - Bunch of creeps.

Anyone would think they've had enough.

Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots!

Oh, well, lads, sorry, you've missed last orders, I'm afraid.

Tell you what, though. Bit of local knowledge.

If you take a right out of here, keep going, you come to

The Salty Dog, guaranteed lock-in.

- All right! - There you go.

You'll leave town, but just do keep going, yeah.

- Cheers, darling. - Night.

It's in the middle of nowhere. You can't miss it.

Salty Dog?

Hm, they'll be in Herne Bay before they realize

I made it up.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't let them get to me.

Oh, it's fine. You're bound to feel fragile at the moment.

How's she doing?

She's good.

You think?

Maybe she shouldn't have come back to work so soon.

She needs the distraction.

It's not distraction. It's denial.

You could've died.

Don't be daft.

It'll catch up with you, Pearl.

Just make sure you get all this over here, as well.

Sir.

Anonymous 999 call.

Thought it was odd the lights were on.

Now, the house is on the market,

owners are abroad, a Mr. and Mrs. Jackson.

Thank God for nosey neighbors, eh?

Yeah. You missed Marcus Devlin. He's at A&E.

Uniforms found him tied up. But get this.

He's in a diabetic coma after being force-fed marmalade.

You making this up?

It's like something out of "The Godfather."

Well, I'm not sure the mafia have much business in Whitstable.

- No. - What was he doing here?

He's the estate agent.

There's gonna be a long list of suspects then.

No forced entry?

- No. - Nothing taken?

It doesn't look like it.

What about the CCTV?

Well, state of the art system, cameras everywhere but...

- But they were switched off. - Yeah.

So whatever Marcus Devlin was doing here,

he didn't want anyone knowing.

And whoever tried to kill him was invited in.

I've got a client arriving in a minute.

Oh, I thought you said you'd stop all this for a while.

No, I said I'd think about it.

Mm.

Yeah, I meant to ask you about these.

Did I make that?

No, I don't think so.

Where did you find them?

Vinnie's house.

There's a key for ours and one for somewhere else.

Why is there a key for ours at Vinnie's?

It's just a spare in case we get locked out.

Mm.

I'll get it.

Jinty, how are you?

It's Pearl I'm after.

Here we go.

It was just put through the letterbox, no name, nothing.

£5000, Pearl.

It might be a gift, or it might be a curse.

Do you think I should take it to the police?

No chance.

Well, if someone's being generous, then maybe not,

but then it could be a scam.

Someone might knock, say they made a mistake, wrong house,

and then make out there's £500 missing.

Who's gone missing?

She's a bit deaf.

Aren't you, Jinty?

All right, I'm not deaf.

You know, it's funny 'cause yesterday somebody told me that

Donny Morgan was given a load of money to buy a fishing boat.

Well, what would you like me to do, Jinty?

What's that?

What would you like Pearl to do?

Will you stop shouting, Dolly?

You're like a bloody foghorn over there.

I was just hoping you could find out who did it

so I could get it back to them.

Or... or to say thank you.

Well, I'll do my best, Jinty.

Hearing test?

Yes, I had a test when I got the hearing aid.

How's your Sidney doing?

Oh, he's not good, Dolly.

His lungs are shot. He can't get the breath.

Here, let...

I'm all right.

I've got a hearing aid. I can still walk.

Mum, you've got a visitor.

- Oh. - Ms. Nolan.

What are you doing here?

Yes, I'm fine, thank you, yeah.

Sorry.

I'm just checking in.

And I, uh...

Well, I just wanted to see how you are.

I'm good. You?

I meant after your near fatal run-in with a drug dealer

and all that holding your head underwater business.

Well, like I said, I'm good.

I'm fine, really.

But thanks for asking. I appreciate it.

What's all this I heard about Marcus Devlin?

Finally choked on his inflated ego, did he?

How do you know about that?

Well, it's Whitstable.

Found unconscious with a mouth full of marmalade.

Artisanal preserve no less.

Ongoing investigation, so I can't talk about it.

Well, it's a classic sex game gone wrong, isn't it?

You know, orange in the mouth, belt round the neck,

but didn't have an orange so marmalade's the next best thing.

This is a serious incident, you know.

Well, he's a DFL and an estate agent, so...

DFL, remind me?

- Down From London. - Oh, yeah, that's it.

Pratts. Like you.

Be all right though, won't he?

Devlin? Nah.

Stress led to a heart attack in the ambulance.

They've put him in a medically induced coma.

Oh, I heard it was just a prank.

Attempted murder.

Well, I assume you're talking to Joseph Conroy.

He's a builder.

Him and Devlin have been flipping property for years,

pricing out locals.

I'm not sure how legit it all is.

- I'll look into it. - Yeah, you should.

'Cause they've pissed a lot of people off round here.

And what about you?

Any new cases I need to worry about?

Maybe.

Whenever I use a contractor,

the least I expect is that e-mails

should be at least acknowledged the same day, Ms. Nolan.

It took you 48 hours to get back to me.

Sorry. Last week was busy.

Uh, shoes off, please. I've just had the floors done.

Actually, uh, no point. It's over here you need to see.

Excuse me.

So, the recycling bin is always on the left,

the main bin on the right.

When we got down here on Friday afternoon,

they were the other way around.

It was Hero who spotted it.

Is that your dog?

My son.

Right.

It's obviously some kind of intimidatory

psychological tactic from a disgruntled local,

so I want you to look into it.

I was thinking on a no-win-no-fee basis.

The floor's all finished, Mrs. Marston.

Shoes.

Devlin's mum and dad have been his only visitors,

and I've been looking into this Joseph Conroy.

- Anything? - Conroy built the house we found Devlin in.

Could have kept the key.

And it seems he's won every tender

that Devlin's put his way.

So he had opportunity, but no motive?

Every tender until now.

Devlin just gave a full million pound contract

to a new firm in Broadstairs.

Right, we'll have a word with him after this.

Go on.

Going through Mr. Devlin's phone records, Ms. Hurst,

you exchanged two calls with him last night,

before the attack.

Yeah. I was on a viewing.

He was showing me a house.

He's gonna be okay, isn't he?

You seem very concerned, Emily.

Well, yeah, I saw him yesterday, so...

On a viewing.

You're a student at Canterbury Uni,

and you work part-time at a takeaway in Tankerton.

- Yeah. - And you're house hunting?

I mean, five bedrooms, three en suite

and an asking price of £2.3 million.

Interrupt me anytime you like here.

I'm studying interior architecture,

so I like to go and view high-end properties,

get inspiration.

And what time were you there?