"I don'tknowwhat you wantmeto do about it!" Marge complained about her predicament over the phone with her beloved uncle.
She hears the disbelief in her uncle's voice about the Doctor and Taylor investigating George's death and he showed further disappointment over the detective's book having copies still floating around.
"I don'twantthem getting ideas, Marge!" Belfried insisted.
Shaking her head, Marge points out, "You're making it like they're investigatingyou!"
She's jolted when her uncle took an unheard tone as he hissed at her for the accusation before she was quick to beg for forgiveness for upsetting him.
"I've already had enough from Loomis' girl, I don't want it fromyou, either!" Belfried grew angry as he ranted how his phone call with Izzy.
The thought of being investigated was enough to cause him to cough violently before hissing at Marge that she better does what he tells her and loyal to him Marge agrees to listen.
He asked if hemlock still grows around the village and when Marge sheepishly tells him that it did in droves, she becomes rattled when Belfried insists that she collected some before nightfall.
"Brew in their tea, put it in their sugar, Idon'tcare, get them out of the village!" Belfried hoarsely shouted at her before he goes into a coughing fit and hangs up.
Left with the phone in her hand, Marge gulps as she proceeded what her beloved uncle wanted her to do, and it causes her to sit down at her desk with a look on her face.
The once haughty and arrogant Marge reduced to a stun locked woman who couldn't believe her own uncle wanting her to poison and potentially kill the Doctor and his companion.
Her uncle claimed to have everything worked out that when she succeeded in her task, no one would be the wiser, but the callousness in his voice was unheard since Marge knew her uncle.
However.
He was her uncle, and he took care of her after her father died unexpectedly, that he had his reasons for wanting them gone from the village.
Standing up from her desk, Marge went out of her little inn, and gone off in her search for hemlock.
It grew abundance near the pathway leading into the woods that with her sewing scissors she grabs a handful.
As she did, she stopped when she felt unseen eyes on her, and when she looked up, she saw a large crow peering down at her from the trees as it tilted its head while it watched her collect the hemlock.
"Oh, bugger off!" Marge reached down and grabbed a large pebble from the ground before lobbing it at the crow, startling it, and sending it flying.
With the hemlock collected, Marge hid the bushel of hemlock in her apron before hurrying back to her inn.
Going into the kitchen, she boils the hemlock over the stove as she periodically checked for the appearance of the Doctor and Taylor.
Making sure she brewed enough to kill an ox, Marge hoped that once they drank their tea, they'll be dead in the bed, and she'll be able to phone her uncle before anyone gets curious.
Stirring the hemlock as it boiled down, Marge saw movement through the window above the sink, and stopped to look, thinking it was one-half of the pair.
Instead, it was the big crow back, having followed her to her inn, now watching her through the window.
Instead of curiosity in its eyes, there's anger, vibrant that Marge couldn't deny it, yet she was angry that it followed her.
Getting an idea, she tried to poison it with the hemlock concoction by putting it in a saucer and trying to lure it to the saucer by opening the window and leaving it for the crow to drink.
Eying the saucer, the crow tilts its head before looking up at Marge, the anger grew, as it took off cawing in the distance.
With it gone and she quickly collected the unused poison from the saucer, Marge went to work preparing the tea for the Doctor and Taylor.
Hearing the bells going off in the front, she left the kitchen to check, and sure enough it was the pair having come back from going around the small village talking with people.
Putting on her facade, Marge asks if they wanted tea, and hid her delight when they said they were thirsty.
Gesturing, Marge promised to bring up a tray once it was brewed, and they thanked her as they gone up to their room.
Returning to the kitchen, Marge retrieved everything that she needed before going up to their room with the tea and biscuits.
Having carefully hid the traces of hemlock, they won't suspect a thing, and they haven't a reason to suspect her of wrongdoing, so it was as easy as handing over the tray to the pair before heading downstairs to wait for their inevitable demise.
With the steam from the spout rising, Paul sat on the end of his bed as he moved his toes as he mentioned them walking around the village the nth time over as Taylor undid the laces of her boots.
"Well, we've pretty much talked to every available person in the village, what do we do, now?" Taylor exhales as she turns her head to Paul.
Frowning, Paul leaned back as he thought to himself.
"Suppose there's nothing left for us to investigate here, my dear," he sighs.
Her head on his shoulder, Taylor suggests, "We could always find his siblings, I'm sure the TARDIS can find them."
Nodding, Paul agrees to the idea as he says that they'll leave first thing in the morning.
For now, they'll enjoy some tea and biscuits.
Getting up, Taylor pulls the cart towards the bed as she poured them their tea.
She's startled when there's sudden rapid tapping noises at the window.
"What on earth?" Paul raises his brow as Taylor got up to see.
Going towards the window, Taylor leans forward to see a large crow perched on the windowsill looking in.
When the large crow saw her looking at it, it rapidly slammed its foot into the window, as if it was trying to get her attention.
Calling Paul, Taylor watched it slamming its foot against the window, and when he joined her side, Paul's brow raised.
Seeing the crow persistently slamming its foot into the window, it made Paul make a decision as he had Taylor step to the side as he opened the window.
Upon doing so, the crow zooms inside and went straight for the tray of tea, using its wings it knocked everything over on the ground in a loud crash with the teapot and teacups shattering on the hardwood floors.
Cawing loudly, the crow utters a low guttural, "Don't… don't…!"
After ensuring that the tea was ruined and no more, the crow flew through the opened window, leaving behind something for Paul and Taylor.
When the shock wore off, they investigated and found a piece of a hemlock plant.
"My god, Paul, what on earth?!" Taylor held a hand over her chest as Paul looked at the hemlock in his hand before turning his whole body towards the destroyed teapot and teacups.
Turning back, Paul says, "We're not leaving after all, Grace."
The crow was warning them.
And he knew enough to know to recognize the all-familiar signs not to foolishly ignore them.
"What do we do?" Taylor asks him.
Chewing on his bottom lip, Paul says, "Call the constable, pull the bat out of her cave!"