So, your murderer.
Handgun or rifle?
Would a rifle be easier?
More accurate over distance. Harder to hide in a handbag.
Either way, she'd be looking at a police check, doctor's letter,
and maybe 12 weeks for the licence.
So she'd have to plan ahead.
How long would it take to get good?
I mean... good enough.
If she put in the hours, I reckon she'd get there in about six months.
Right.
*CREDITS*
Were you surprised to learn that DS Dixon's family
are bringing a civil suit against the police?
I knew they were thinking about it.
I didn't expect them to go through with it.
How many times did you and DS Dixon's sister meet?
- Twice. Once here, once in London. - And she initiated the contact?
- Yes. - But you followed up?
To tell her I thought they were wasting their time.
Were you aware at any point
that Ms Dixon was recording your conversations?
No.
And you said nothing to help a civil suit against us?
There is nothing that could help a civil suit.
The family don't have a case, they're just... desperate.
How long were you and Ms Dixon together?
Together? Hmm, er...
Ten minutes on the first occasion, a few hours on the second.
Long time to sell her the idea, "You have no case against the police".
Well, it's taking longer with you
and you're IN the fucking police.
Ok. Next time Ms Dixon or anyone else in the family
tries to contact you, just be a bit more careful, will you?
Sure.
Sir? Sir? The lab just got back to us.
They found glass particles in the top of Nicky Toland's shoes.
He was there when the window shattered. Ok.
What would you like us to do?
Re-arrest him, re-interview him and charge him.
Sounds like a plan.
- Remember, right to the back. - Yeah, we've got it.
Yeah, and on the pavement, not the grass.
Nicky? Nicky.
We need to talk to you at the station.
There's new forensic evidence.
I'm working. I'm at work.
Yeah, I know. So let's not make this a thing, Ok?
You're such a tool, O'Brien.
You might as well have sold tickets, you tosser.
- Oi! - Nicky. Nicky, come on.
Get the fuck off me! Coming for me at work,
trying to impress your new boss? You fucking arse-lickers.
Nicky! Get off him.
- Come here! - Ow!
Get off me! Get off!
Fucking useless... You dropped your hat!
- Ugh, it's bleeding. - Get in there!
Vacancy for a new gardener, if anyone's interested.
A delegate? At the conference? Why?
Fancied it. Fancied him.
Are you sacked?
I'm on a warning.
Self-righteous prick, all he had to do was say no.
What?
You worried this is gonna bugger up your research?
No. I'm worried my parking's gonna run out,
that's all.
Do we have to go?
I mean, do we have to go now?
Why? What else do you...
Look, what else do you want to do?
I just... I don't want to go back...
..to that house.
I just...
Aren't you going to fucking answer that?
Lena.
Lena, look at me.
I'm sorry, Ok? I'm sorry you fucked your brother-in-law.
Ok? You clearly regret it.
But can't you see that he's using it against you?
You drink too much, you act out, you mess up at work.
You're so blinded by guilt that you don't realise
that's exactly what he wants. You, in pieces,
so messed up you can hardly think straight, let alone stand up to him.
- How can you know that? - Because I see him.
I see him clearly.
And I know what he is.
He makes you think you're the worst version of yourself,
and that's what you have to fight.
I just feel like sometimes he...
I can't...
I can't hold onto myself when I'm with him.
I don't know how to fight.
So surprise him.
Put a smile on your face. Be nice to him. Be nice to Joy.
You be the one sucking up the tension,
not the one pumping it out.
You don't give him the satisfaction.
You don't let him decide who you are.
Ok?
Come on.
- Let's go and get a coffee. - Yeah.
Saima.
I tried to call you earlier.
'I saw you. You were on the pier.
'I wasn't even sure if it was you. You know, with the... hair.'
- You're on the island? - 'No, I'm back in London now.
I wanted to see you! I'd have got off the ferry.
Gosh, if I'd... if I'd only realised...
- And what were you doing here? - 'Some of the kids...
'They've really been struggling with what happened...
'to you, to Martie.
'So we got them to write messages.
'I went to where it happened and I delivered them.'
Saima, I'm gonna have to go,
actually, I'm just in the middle of something.
Yeah, but I could come back down...
Yeah. I'll call you. I'll call you. I promise.
Saima... it's good to hear your voice.
Franny...
Give Mummy a hug. Give me a hug.
I like what you've done with the place.
That was your housekeeper.
Ah. The aptly-named Marta.
"Oh, Mr George, your feet, the floor...
"Never mind, I do again."
Mosquitos.
And don't tell Violet.
She won't let us use anything stronger than lavender oil.
What do you and Lena get up to?
Her job was cancelled.
She wasn't very happy. I had to go pick her up.
I meant generally.
What do you two even talk about when you're together?
Her job, mostly.
My sister finds the whole thing very unlikely.
Well...
..that's because your sister doesn't like Lena.
Well, to be fair, she doesn't like anybody.
Except, well, maybe me. Sometimes.
How did you choose her? Lena, I mean.
Why her specifically?
There must have been a reason.
Honestly?
She wasn't the first one I tried.
- Oh... - But you can't tell her that.
We're having a drinks thing later tonight.
- You must come. - I didn't pack for parties.
Wear what you wore to Phil's school.
That suited you.
Poor Mum.
Don't take the oranges with you. Put the oranges down.
- Well, go get some more. - Come on, guys.
Come on. Chop-chop.
So he said, "Do you want the good news or the bad news?"
Always get the bad news first, right, Leo?
He said, "You see that £12 million restoration project of yours?"
- "Yes." "We're shutting it down." - Thanks.
Here you are. "There's bats in the timbers."
So I said, "Well, what's the good news?"
He says, "They're Barbastelles, very rare."
I mean, you've got to love this country, haven't you?
You can throw a family of ten out on the street and no-one gives a shit,
but bats...
Listen, I promised my wife I'd introduce you to her, so...
She wants to know where you got that outfit.
If it cost more than five grand, say you can't remember.
Violet. Er, this is my wife, Violet. India, Leo.
- Nice to meet you. - Pleasure.
My sister Joy and my sister-in-law extraordinaire, Lena.
Oh, and Frances! Frances!
Er, this is our writer in residence, Frances.
She's beavering away in the summer house, aren't you, Frances?
Yeah.
How are you finding the chardonnay shack?
Oh, it's the perfect place to plan a murder.
And too far away from the house for anyone to hear the screams.
Come on, Leo, let's go and get a proper drink.
"Writer in residence."
Is that what they're calling it these days?
White wine? Red wine?
No, thanks.
Excuse me. The Crackenburys are very drunk.
- What? - In the pool.
Excuse me. Come with me.
- Grown-up parties not your thing? - Oh, er... No.
Dad just, he wants to do a deal with the man with the tall wife.
It's 'cos I messed things up with his last one.
You know, that stuff at school.
So... party with a purpose, huh?
It's Dad's way of impressing people.
You know, with the house, the pool.
Mum.
You know, Phil, the thing about parties,
especially ones like this,
is that you just kind of need to find something to do.
- Like what? - Can you mix a gin and tonic?
Now, there's an idea! Three fingers of gin, easy on the tonic.
Two fingers.
Crunch time, young man.
Are you gonna take a stand for your fellow males,
or let yourself be pussy-whipped?
Come on! Off the fence!
Two fingers. 'Cos my mum'll be cross.
Lucky for you, I've got really fat fingers though.
Speaking of gin... who fancies a sun-downer on the yacht?
I do.
- Why don't you let me drive you? - No, I'm good.
You didn't wear the dress.
So what do you think, isn't it a beauty?
Yeah... It's pretty special.
So, um, if you're gonna be my summer tutor,
maybe I should read your book, the one you're writing.
There's nothing to read at the moment. Still planning.
I was thinking, maybe I could be, like, your researcher.
I've already started looking at crime. I've got this list...
We should all be in the water, swimming.
- Skinny dipping. I'm in. - I once rescued a Chihuahua
from the bottom of a pool from drowning. Tell them, Joy. It's true.
- Can I? - Sorry?
Be your researcher?
Why not?
Sir, I looked at everything you asked me to. It all checked out.
Except for someone who's down as being visited for a stolen vehicle,
only I couldn't find a stolen vehicle report for that address.
'What's the name?'
Rattery. George?
Mrs Geraghty? I'm, er, Nigel Strangeways.
The new DI.
You're not a cook, are you?
Billy neither.
He'd a way of butchering an onion you couldn't learn if you tried.
They miss him - at the station.
You can tell.
I'm just trying to learn the island ways.
I'm told it's all about relationships -
bedding in and all that.
The place runs on networks right enough -
everyone connected to everyone else. It drives you mad some days.
Still, means there's always someone to catch you if you fall.
I thought I might try my hand at golf.
Bill used to play, didn't he?
Freshwater.
Drop his name at the club, they'll welcome you like family.
Would it be pushing it if I did the same at his lodge?
Oh, you're a cheeky sod, aren't you?
Bill would have loved you.
Yes, you... drop his name wherever you like.
You know.
I'll fetch the rest of the... more food...
'So I go around to see her, I don't know, introduce myself,
'curious I suppose... I don't know what I'm looking for.
'Connections. Relationships. Something, you know.'
I, at some point, break away and then I see it. There it is.
There's a photograph on the side and there he is,
stood next to Geraghty, the man who led the investigation.
"This town runs on relationships." Yeah, you're not joking...
The DVLA said Rattery gets rid of his car
the week after Martie's death. Is that a coincidence?
No, no, no, that is not a fucking coincidence, that's something.
It's something.
Before we look at that, there's something I need to tell you.
I'm taking a break.
A break?
For personal reasons. A family illness.
It's all of a sudden, really.
I'm sorry. I understand this will be difficult for you.
When? When are you stopping?
Oh, not until the end of the month.
Look, it's not what either of us would have chosen,
but it does give us time to consider your options.
Options?
You could also take a break and
wait until I'm able to come back.
Or you could carry on with someone
who works in the same way that I do.
I've already spoken to couple of colleagues who...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm not starting this all over again
with someone new. Stop trying to palm me off.
Is that how it feels?
What do you mean feels? That is what you're doing.
You came to me for something that, at present, I can't provide.
I'm hoping somebody else will fill that gap. Because without...
..I'm anxious you might paper over the cracks.
Cracks?
What cracks?
What fucking cracks?
It's an image, Nigel, not a judgement.
- An expression of concern. - Concern? Yeah.
You create a need, create a dependency, and then what?
You just fuck off.
Do you know what I think? I think you're a narcissist.
I think this is about you trying to prove to us both
that you're indispensable.
- Well, let's talk about that, then. - No, we're done here.
- We've still got plenty of... - I said we're done.
'Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Wight Link.
'Our next departure to the Isle of Wight
'will be in exactly 20 minutes.'
Fuck.
Looking for Lena?
No, you. I've got a proposition for you.
Oh, that sounds promising. I've been thinking about Phil.
Well, I like to think I'm as open minded as the next man,
but you do realise he's only 13.
Are you serious about wanting to make changes for him?
Yes. I'm serious.
Ok.
Well, if I'm going to be his tutor, I want to teach him something new,
something he's never tried before.
Preferably something you can't do.
- Knitting? - Sailing.
That's a very expensive hobby for a teacher.
But it's a cheap way to travel when you're young.
Learn to crew, off you go.
Plus it's not like your yacht's in daily use, right?
That's a very expensive boat.
I'm a very experienced sailor.
But I can see why you might not take my word for it, so...
why don't I call the RYA and get them to send my certificates over?
Or...
..I could take you out and show you myself.
In my yacht?
I've handled bigger.
Show-off.
We could go today. This morning.
Now.
The harbour master's a friend of mine.
I'll give him a call.
Convince him, you're away.
But not with you?
No. I'm working today.
- Get out there! - You're kidding me.
'Asha, can I borrow you a second? I need you to do something for me.
'Contact the ferry companies and find out how often
'that car has been to and from the island since Easter.'
I want to know where it was when it was here.
And... could we keep this between us?
Is this something you shouldn't be doing, sir?
- You stalking an ex or something? - What?
Well, I don't know, do I?
We're not always the good guys.
You keep asking for my help and I don't know why.
I keep asking for your help because I trust you.
And because you're right.
We're not always the good guys.
Is this about Martie Cairnes?
I'm about to speak to someone. Come with me.
Sit down.
I'm already charged with criminal damage and attempted arson,
- so what is it? - It's not about the pub.
I just want to chat.
Can I smoke?
You'll be in court in a few hours.
Suppose you'll be looking for bail?
Silly thing to do, assaulting your arresting officer.
That was the PCSO.
He got confused in all the excitement.
Sure.
You could go with that. Or...
I could put in a good word for you,
ask the CPS not to go so hard on you.
How long have you worked for George Rattery?
A few years.
- Five maybe. Why? - What's he drive at the moment?
How the fuck do I know?
I dunno.
I just thought it might be something you'd noticed. Never mind.
Good luck with the friendly fire defence.
Aston Martin DBS.
- New? - Ish.
- What's this about? - What about before the Aston?
Mercedes Saloon, C-Class. Silver.
What happened to it?
- I don't know, sold it, I guess. - So it's not around any more?
Not unless he's got it parked in his house.
What's this about?
Why are you asking me these questions? Why ain't you asking him?
And what's she looking so worried about?
Ah...
Gone off piste, has he?
Got you! I got you...
You know you're supposed to register informers.
Or maybe I should tell Mr Rattery
just how interested you are in him.
You're gonna tell Mr Rattery?
Seriously? The man who trashed your alibi and then sacked you?
Don't be an idiot. It was just a chat.
- Get out! - We're done.
Get the fuck out now. Get him out of here.
Oh, I touched a nerve!
- Do you want me to call someone? - I'm fine. I'm fine. Asha, I'm fine.
I'm sorry. It's nothing.
Fuck. Sorry.
I need to see you.
- We don't have a session today. - We never finished the last one.
Our next session is the day after tomorrow.
I understand what you mean now about cracks.
They're getting worse.
They're getting deeper and I'm scared I'm gonna...
I'm scared.
See you inside.
I can see you, and we can talk about this.
But not now. This isn't your time.
Kate? Kate?
Kate, can you hear me?
- It's really nice. - Yeah?
- Yeah. - Hey, Phil.
I want to show you something else. Lie down on the deck here.
Yeah. On your back. Look up at the sail.
And don't move, Ok?
Remember, don't move!
Whoa!
Ok, lesson one.
The boat is dangerous. Ok?
Yeah.
That will have you unconscious and overboard faster than you know.
See that behind you? Those are moving parts.
A squall can come, a gust of wind, suddenly we're broaching,
and one of us is gonna end up in the water.
So, it's one hand on the boat, one hand for you, and both eyes open,
all the time - always.
I don't like risks, not in life, and definitely not at sea. Ok?
Right, now you have an amazing push-button boat.
But if I'm gonna really teach you how to sail,
we're gonna do it old school, manually.
What does that mean?
It means... that it's all up to us now.
Untie that.
- When did you learn to sail? - Me? I was 16, 17?
I came down to the Isle of Wight for Cowes Week. It was super busy.
I was desperate to sail, but I didn't know anything about boats
so I had to beg people to let me crew.
And then I met a boy who also loved boats.
So that was kind of it.
You've got a head start on me, though.
I mean, you've got your own boat. It's pretty amazing.
Well, it's Dad's boat.
Yeah, well. You never know.
I think you'll make a good sailor, Phil.
Well, I'd make a good researcher too.
Because, like, I can find out
how to poison people and stuff for your book.
Like arsenic, Botox, atropine, cyanide.
I can do them all.
- Do you want to know the symptoms? - Yeah.
Leo, it's a good deal.
I mean, it's great, but it's really complicated.
You'll make it back and then some, believe me.
Frances had quite a hard time teaching me.
You know, you have to know about things like physics and mechanics
and the weather and, well...
Yeah, I reckon you could learn everything you need to know
- just from sailing. - Fuck's sake, premium bonds, Leo?
What wasted lives we've all had up till now.
Motherfucker!
George, it'll be cold, I'll get Marta to...
Shame. I thought the party came off very well.
Phil's been telling us about his sailing trip.
Yes. It sounds like he had an amazing time.
You should come. After all, it's your boat.
That's right. So it is.
I mean, Frances is brilliant. Like I was saying,
like, if she can teach me, then she can teach you for sure.
Meaning?
She's good at explaining things that you don't understand.
Oh! And just what is it you think that I don't understand?
Can I come too? It sounds like fun.
Yes, and me! I'd love that.
Maybe we could all go? Maybe tomorrow?
You could take the day off.
Vi's right. You could do with a day off.
It was never gonna work, small man, tall wife.
You were always gonna be a threat to him.
- Fuck it. Why not? - Thanks, Dad.
Hello?
I missed your call. Did you want to tape me again?
- I wanted to explain. - Yeah?
'The solicitor said we needed proof
mistakes had been made - testimony.'
You said you wouldn't help and I would have left it there,
but then you came to London, you found me. And...
- 'I'm sorry.' - Oh, yeah?
'Cos that's not what you just said.
What you just said is it's my fault for coming to London.
A provocation, an irresistible impulse.
'Are you drunk?'
Was it the same irresistible impulse that made us sleep together?
'We did, didn't we?'
I mean, I didn't imagine it, that'd be weird.
Was it... Was it because I look like my sister?
What? Why would you say that?
That's even fucking weirder.
'Maybe it was a way of you getting close to her.'
I think... that's what it was for me.
You were the last person with her. Well, there was the two officers
that battered the door down before we went in.
Are you gonna fuck them as well?
'Why would I want to get close to Shannon now?'
I didn't even want to when she was alive.
What? I'm supposed to pretend I liked her?
What, now 'cos she's dead?
She was a decent enough copper,
but Christ, she was so fucking needy.
Always looking for approval, wanting to be liked,
'putting her hand up to show she was up for anything.
'Well, look where that got her.'
It's all right. I've got you. I've got you.
- Ok, Phil, stand by to tack. - Ready to tack!
Tacking!
Head down, Phil. Head down.
Careful.
Well done, Phil.
Well done, Phil. Go, Phil!
Good job, Phil!
Nice boat.
Is she available for private charter, or do you just do groups?
I can do one-to-ones.
What did you have in mind?
Bit of a jaunt.
Maybe a nice, quiet anchorage somewhere.
I'll check the weather.
George! Help Phil in, will you? We're ready to eat.
There you go.
Well, what you lack in elegance,
you certainly make up for in stamina,
- I'll tell you that. - Oh, well...
You been practicing?
Frances says if I want to crew for her,
I have to be able to swim properly, even with the life-jackets.
- 'Cos she doesn't like risks. - Is that so? Here, go get warm.
Yeah.
- Yeah. Strangeways. - 'Sir, are you Ok?'
Hi, Asha. Yeah, I'm fine. What is it?
Right, I called the ferry companies about that car.
There was a cluster of visits a few weeks back.
I checked the traffic cameras to see
where the plates were picked up.
'I've put it all on a map for you, do you want me to send it?
'It's pretty weird.' Yeah, please send it through.
Are you sure you're Ok?
Asha, I'm fine. Just send it through, yeah?
All right. Cheers. Bye.
Yes?
Morning. Erm, Nigel Strangeways, Vectis CID.
- Well done, Phil. - Thanks, Dad.
- Where's the lid? - There you go.
_
Is everything all right?
Oh, yeah, I, erm... I've actually left my bank card in a shop.
I just need to go get it before they close.
Hey.
I met someone called Mr Crowther today.
I understand you met him a few weeks ago.
Told him you were from road safety.
I don't... understand.
I know what you're doing.
I know why you're here, and it's got to stop.
You have to stop.
I don't want to go, Mum!
Look... we failed you.
And I am so sorry for that.
And I know you're trying to do the job we didn't, but...
If you stay where you are, if you stay in that man's house,
you're gonna jeopardise any chance I have
of building a case against him.
What did you think you were gonna do?
Find the evidence to convict him and then hand him over to us?
- Yeah. - And have you?
I know it was him.
I need you to get out of that house today.
Now.
I know... I know we've given you no reason to trust us...
..but...
..if he did it, I will not let him walk away.
Trust me.
All right.
Ma'am. Wondered if I could have a word.
So I started looking into it...
Wait, wait, wait. You started looking into it when?
Two, three weeks ago.
You've been carrying out an offline enquiry for three weeks
- without informing me? - Ma'am, the point is
the mother of the child who was killed...
I think she's identified the driver.
She found a witness - a lead. And tracked him down from that.
A lead we didn't know about?
As I said, Ma'am, the original investigation was, at best, flawed.
I think it was compromised.
The suspect was known to DI Geraghty.
They played golf together.
You said there was some evidence missing from the original file?
- Speed cam footage. - Yeah.
Who signed it out?
I told him,
the boss wanted to review the footage from the speed camera
and that's the last I saw of it.
Did you, at any point, have any reason to suspect the investigation
- was being improperly run? - No!
- Not at the time. - And since?
I was sent to get a statement from a man called George Rattery
about a stolen vehicle. But by the time...
I got back, the boss told me not to bother filing it. He said that...
the car had been found and that it was a mistake.
I didn't think anything of it until...
..DI Strangeways asked to see footage from the speed camera.
Then I did.
Did DI Geraghty know George Rattery?
Yeah, they were friends.
Look, if the boss did this...
then he did it without knowing what he was getting himself into.
He put his foot down a rabbit hole and he slipped.
I checked the weather forecast.
Perfect weather for sailing tomorrow.
It goes off after that.
If you're still interested in that one-to-one.
Tomorrow?
Yeah. If we leave early, we can avoid stowaways.
How did the shop know to call you, about your bank card?
They didn't. The bank did.
Oh.
Until tomorrow, then.
Till tomorrow.
I was wrong about her. She doesn't want you.
Not that way. It's not how she looks at you.
How does she look at me?
Like lunch.
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