Are you afraid?
Don't be silly.
They're the ones that should be scared.
You could thrash every single one of them if you wanted to.
Arundel House!
Bodiam House!
Come on, let go of my hand. You'll be Ok.
- Pevensey House! - Pevensey. That's you.
- Pocket money. - Dover House!
George!
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Did you get hold of his doctor?
No recent consultation. No underlying health conditions.
Ok. Tell control we've got an unexplained death
and let the coroner's office know.
What about the painkillers?
- His wife said he had a bad shoulder. - Whiplash?
She didn't know.
And guess what? They found his Mercedes at Branstone Lodge.
Fucking timing.
Yeah.
Thanks, Asha.
They're, er, ready to move him.
Before they can do that, we need a formal identification.
Why are you here?
George's death was unexpected,
and at the moment, unexplained.
So there's certain procedures we...
That's not what I'm asking.
Is there somewhere else we can have a chat? The kitchen maybe?
It's not his house to be giving us orders.
Why are you here?
To question George about the death of a child in a hit-and-run.
And to search the house for anything linking him
to the vehicle involved or the place
where that vehicle was left.
On what grounds?
I understand this might be painful,
but still, we need to search the house.
- You have no right! - I'm sorry, I don't understand.
What child?
His name was Martie.
He was six years old and the driver who hit him didn't stop.
- We'll be as quick as we can. - No.
Yes. Yes. You make it sound like you think George did it.
There's, um...
something else you should know.
You had a woman staying here with you recently.
Frances?
She was Martie's mother.
We're gonna need that identification now, please.
That is my husband, George Rattery.
All right?
Here...
Let's find somewhere to sit down and have a chat, shall we?
We were involved, I wanted to finish it.
He picked me up from this car show I was working at.
I drank too much.
We argued.
And then I fell asleep in the car.
I woke up when my head hit the dashboard. I didn't see.
I knew he'd hit something.
George said it was nothing - a pothole.
- And you believed him? - Mostly.
At first.
Then I read about that little boy.
I...
Some days I'd wake up and think he was telling the truth.
Other days...
Some days I thought, "What if...?"
Did you know about Frances Cairnes?
Her name's Lane. Frances Lane.
But did you know that she was the boy's mother?
George told me last night.
I was going to come and talk to you.
I'll get someone at the station to take your statement.
If you'd like a solicitor present, then...
I don't need a solicitor.
The only person that can contradict your story is dead.
Some people might call that convenient.
It was George.
- Did he ever let you drive? - No!
Sit in the driver's seat, even just for fun?
No.
Good.
Hey, tell them I want prints and DNA
as well as the statement, please.
Sir, we've got everyone's statements about yesterday...
they're all saying the same thing.
Rattery got home mid-afternoon and never went out again.
Before that,
he was out on his yacht with Frances Cairnes.
What happened yesterday?
You know what happened yesterday.
I know what happened after they pulled you out of the sea.
I'm talking about before.
I tried to kill George.
I thought you knew that. I thought that's why you were asking.
Kill George how?
On the yacht.
I was going to let the boom take him overboard...
..and watch him drown.
If he didn't tell you, why are you here?
What stopped you?
He worked out who I was.
He had a photo of Martie on his phone.
He showed me.
After that, I couldn't... I didn't get close.
That's... why you walked into the sea.
What about today?
How do you feel today?
It's over.
Not for you, of course.
You want justice, right?
Due process.
I just wanted him dead.
What happens now?
George Rattery is dead.
Took a nap in his office. Didn't wake up.
They found him this morning.
Oh.
She admitted she wanted to kill him?
Wanted to. Planned to. Never had a chance.
- Do we have his phone? - Yes, sir.
See if we can get in touch with his service provider.
We need a list of all calls since Easter.
Priority is yesterday and the hours after Martie's death.
What else did we get from the house?
Vehicle papers, no car keys, and a lot of painkillers.
Did she know where he dumped the car?
He put her in a taxi after the incident. We followed up.
The story checks out.
Sir, are we treating this death as suspicious now or just unexplained?
Procedure's the same either way.
Yeah, but what are we thinking?
We're thinking we need the results of that postmortem.
Where have you been?
The police wanted to speak to me.
About your fight with George? Oh, I heard you.
- And I wasn't the only one. - Yes. About my fight with George.
It's your fault, what they're saying about him.
You're the one who brought her here.
You sound just like him.
Is that a threat?
"You're talking like George and look what happened to him"?
Are you serious?
I should never have let you through that door,
you needy little limpet looking for something to suck onto.
God knows how he stayed interested as long as he did.
- I get bored just looking at you. - Then close your fucking eyes.
- People don't just die! - Yes, they do! They die all the time.
My mum, Frances's little boy... That's just what happens.
Not to George. Not to George.
This didn't just happen.
Somebody did this.
One of you did this!
He, er...
He hit here...
..and bounced onto the bonnet...
..onto the roof...
..and then...
..onto the road.
What about the prints and DNA we sent you?
Got her prints all over the passenger side door, window,
vanity mirror...
- What about the driver's side? - It's been cleaned.
But whoever did it forgot to adjust the seat.
It's positioned for someone around the six-foot mark.
Well, she could have done that.
Got something else on the passenger side too.
- Yeah? - Blood, on the dashboard.
I'll get it checked,
but I'll bet you a pound to a penny it's your girl's.
She wasn't driving. He was.
All right, thanks.
I spoke to the nurse.
She thinks they're gonna discharge you tomorrow.
I'm gonna need you to come in and make a statement, if that's Ok.
- What about the car? - It'll be gone by then.
We have testimony that George was driving.
And the forensics back it up.
Can I see it?
The car didn't kill him, the driver did.
The car was just a thing. The last thing.
The last thing that touched him.
Sometimes he's very close to me.
Certain places.
Certain moments.
Certain things.
He's actually there.
It's like I live in two worlds at once.
Mine, where he's still here.
And yours, where he's gone.
I don't suppose you get to choose where you put yourself in that.
Which world did wanting to kill George belong to?
I don't know.
Lena, is it?
- Hi. - Nicky the gardener.
Yeah.
I thought you were supposed to be locked up.
Nah. Not-Not yet.
My solicitor got the case adjourned for reports into my background.
So, how you doing, eh?
- I heard about George. - Did you now?
Came out of nowhere, didn't it?
You must not know whether to laugh or cry.
- Oh, come on... - Come on, what?
He screwed us both. Just in different ways.
Still...
..a big tree falling and all that,
ought to make a bit of a fucking noise.
Yeah.
- Where's your room? - I've got somewhere better.
12 minutes after Martie Cairnes was knocked down and killed,
a call was made from your brother's mobile to this number.
Is that yours?
George and I spoke all the time.
Yes, but on this particular occasion,
do you happen to remember what he wanted?
No.
A favour, maybe.
A key... to a construction site.
I'm not answering any more questions without a solicitor.
- You knew, didn't you? - I'm not answering these questions.
You knew exactly what he'd done.
I am not answering because you are not asking the right questions.
Ask why a man who never knew a day's weakness in his life
would go to sleep one night and never wake up.
Ask where he's gone. Ask me what I do now.
Ask the questions that matter, or don't ask at all.
A woman lost her son.
Did you just choose not to think about it?
Every man is some woman's son.
George might as well have been mine.
But men like George don't count any more, do they?
They're too successful. Too privileged.
Wrong side of history.
Gonna need you to stay on the island and stay contactable.
Just until things settle down.
George threw my phone in the sea.
I don't have a purse either.
Ok, well, we can contact your bank from the station.
Before the station there's something I'd like to do. Please.
My friend Saima, from school.
That woman would laminate anything.
Is Martie here?
No.
But I wanted to see all this, so that's good.
Your husband used to sail, didn't he?
Frances Lane. I looked you up.
That must have been hard.
Such a public death.
It was a circus.
"Hero yachtsman loses life saving trans-Atlantic rival."
I was still pregnant.
The press couldn't get enough of it.
Have you ever lost anyone?
Not that mattered... to me.
There aren't that many people that do.
- Your niece? - Yeah.
- And her mum - my sister, Kate. - But that's it?
That must be strange.
Living life just for yourself.
You must wonder what you're for.
Public service.
After I've given my statement, I'd like to go and collect my things.
From the house.
We can send someone round to do that.
No.
I'd like to go myself.
What if he's not there either?
Then at least I'll have a change of clothes.
Ok. We'll get someone to drop you off.
Your purse, the one you said you don't have any more,
was it in your rucksack?
I read the witness statements,
said you walked into the sea with a rucksack on your back.
When the coastguard pulled you out, you didn't have it on any more.
Yeah. I wanted it to weigh me down.
But it got too heavy, too quickly.
I panicked, so I-I let it go.
Maybe tell the bank that you left your purse on the beach.
Fewer questions.
Marta? I've made an appointment with the undertaker. I...
That's better.
Where's Vi?
I don't know what else you've had in your mouth.
Yes, you do.
You mad fucking bitch!
Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out!
Get her out of my sight and get her out of this house.
It's not even your house! It's her house now.
She can do what she bloody wants. Maybe she'll throw you out...
Maybe it'll just be me and her and you can go fuck yourself!
The two of you, here, raising George's son? I don't think so.
He's my son too.
And you've never in your life known how to look after him.
Leave her the fuck alone!
Oh, sisterly loyalty, from you? God almighty.
I am not leaving George's legacy in the hands of a hysteric and a slut.
And I will not yield you this house, and I will not let you have Phil.
All you do is damage. I hate you, do you know that?
No, no, no!
Just go. Just go. Just get out. You're making things worse.
Let go of me.
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Frances! Stop!
Stop! Wait!
Stop!
Stop. Stop. Stop.
Stop! Stop!
Stop!
Hello, darling, how can I help?
I need to speak to Detective Strangeways.
Can I say what it's about?
I killed my dad.
I'll just get someone.
Mrs Violet?
You want to eat?
No.
I'm fine, thank you.
I made garlic soup.
It's good for your health. Good for everything.
My laptop's missing.
There was a house search, they might have picked it up then.
There's a photo on it.
I'll find out what happened to it.
Just grab what you need, we'll pick you up a phone
and then we'll get you set up in a hotel, Ok?
Come on.
Be with you in a minute.
O'Brien?
Have you come to offer your condolences?
No.
You made this happen, didn't you?
You stirred this up.
Look at you.
You're barely even a person, you're just a husk.
I don't know why I didn't see it before.
I hope he haunts you for the rest of your days.
But he won't.
The dead never come back.
They're gone. They are so completely gone.
Violet?
Oh, God.
Look at the place! What were you thinking?
- Are you even listening to me? - Yes, I'm listening.
This isn't gonna work.
- What do you mean? - This. You.
Well, it's just... It's just furniture, Joy.
Furniture!
There's a house to keep, there's a business to run,
there's a child to raise.
You could barely cope when George was alive.
What are you gonna do now he's gone?
Learn.
Learn how? Look at you!
I mean, you're like a child with a box of matches.
You'd burn the house down if you were left alone.
Well, I know what George would say if he were here.
Same thing he said when Phil was born.
"Step in, will you, Joy?
"Just for a while, just while she gets herself together."
I'll call the lawyer in the morning. We'll sort something out.
No. No. You do not need to do that. I'll be fine.
No, Violet. You won't. You really, really won't.
Help me clear up this mess.
Marta!
This is DI Strangeways. I will be conducting the interview.
If we could all state our name for the record, please.
Corinne West, Deepwood Solicitors.
Keith Whelan, Social Services, Acting Appropriate Adult.
Phillip Rattery.
As it's not usual for a DI to be present at an interview like this,
I need to clarify for the record that I'm here at your request, Phil,
and with the agreement of your solicitor, Ms West,
- and Mr Whelan. Is that correct? - Yes.
So, Phil...
..tell me about your dad.
I killed him.
Yesterday.
Well, I didn't kill him yesterday.
I killed him the day before, but he died yesterday.
And was that your intention, to kill your dad?
Yes. He was being shitty to my mum.
- In what way shitty? - Telling lies.
Having sex with other people. Having sex with her sister.
Is that even legal?
I used to think about killing my dad.
I wouldn't have known how though.
- How did you do it? - Painkillers.
I like to steal stuff.
I stole the knife because I wanted to stab him.
But, um... after I did some research for Frances's crime book -
I thought that, um, poison might be easier.
So I stole some of his tramadol.
Ok, we can talk about that.
Before we do, tell me more about you and Frances.
You mentioned a crime book.
Well, Frances was gonna be my summer tutor
and I thought I could use that time by helping her research it.
It's written from the prospective of the murderer.
You've got to think ahead. You've always got to have a plan.
For the purposes of the tape,
PCSO Asha James has entered the room and handed me a note.
Er, I'd like to take a break there. Interview paused at 18:03.
'What a waste of fucking time.'
Overdose of tramadol, though. It's what the kid was saying.
It's what anybody who'd been in the house would be saying.
There's tramadol in every bloody drawer.
"Whether intentional or accidental is impossible to infer
"given the deceased's blood alcohol levels
"and reports that he routinely exceeded the prescribed dose."
Well, they're certainly sitting on the fence.
What makes you so sure that the kid's not telling the truth?
What... What is Rattery's prescribed dose?
'I put them in a gin and tonic.'
What, all of them?
- What time was this? - Three o'clock. Maybe four.
What happened then?
Nothing. Until he went into to his office after supper.
Right.
Phil, did you kill your dad?
You know, before making a false confession, you should have checked
how much tramadol someone can take without just collapsing.
Did you kill your dad?
Phil?
I need you to speak up for the tape, please.
No.
Why did you tell us you did?
So, you wouldn't believe Aunty Joy about mum.
Phil, I don't think you need to worry about your mum, Ok?
Someone'll take you home after we've done the paperwork, all right?
Hello?
The police just called.
Phil's at the station.
They're bringing him home now.
Well, that does rather prove my point.
I think you'd be happier somewhere else, Joy.
I think we'd be happier, me and Phil,
if you didn't live here any more.
- But I... - It's my house.
You will be happier.
Frances was here earlier.
I hid.
I always hide when things are difficult.
I hid from you and George.
If I'd known about Frances's little boy, I...
..I might have hidden from that too. But I...
..I hope not.
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
I should've stopped him.
I should've stopped you.
- What are you doing? - Well, I'm trying to move it.
George bought it and I've always hated it.
I don't know what I'm gonna do on my own.
Mummy!
It's all right, sweetheart. It's going to be all right.
- Hello. - 'Er, this is Saima Majani.'
We met at Frances Cairnes's flat.
Yeah, hi.
'I'm sorry to be calling so early in the morning,
'but Frances just called me and basically...'
She's asked me to go to the flat to check and see if Martie was there.
'She wasn't making any sense, but she was so distressed
'and I'm really worried.'
Ok, um...
What number did she call you from?
- Can you text it to this phone? - 'I didn't recognise it.
'It's not her number, but it's on my phone, I can send it to you.'
Ok. Yeah, text it to me. Ok. All right. All right.
'Ok, I'll do it now.'
- 'Hello?' - Yeah, hi. Has Frances left her room?
Well, not while we've been here.
Has she left the room?
- You didn't see her go, did you? - No.
Ok. Did you check to see whether she was there in the first place?
Well, the light's on.
'That doesn't mean anything, it could've been on all night.'
Ah, Jesus Christ.
Frances?
Is he here?
He isn't anywhere any more.
I was just thinking about how beautiful it'll be
out there right now...
..with the sun coming up.
And the wind.
If you could sail anywhere right now, where would you go?
I can't sail at all.
If someone else was taking you.
If was taking you.
Phil talked to me yesterday.
He mentioned you two sailing together.
It seemed to make him very happy.
- Is he all right? - He told us he'd murdered his father.
We didn't believe him.
So, come on. If you could sail anywhere?
- I don't know. You? - Back.
But I'd settle for out there.
Look at it. I love it from the sea.
That's why I kept bringing Martie back here.
You know, half that island runs a rust bucket car
so they can keep a boat on the water.
That's how good it feels.
What if we'd never come?
What if we'd been a minute later?
What if I'd never learned to sail? What if?
You can unpick a whole life that way.
I'm sorry... that you've lost Martie.
That you can't feel him any more.
I think it's just he doesn't want to be near me any more.
Because of what you'd done?
I got your bloods from the hospital.
Couldn't see how you'd get him to take it without taking it yourself.
That's what was in the rucksack.
That's why you wanted to get rid of it.
I put it in the brandy. In a hip flask.
I knew he'd take more when he got home. He always did.
I checked the dosages online.
What did you think was gonna happen afterwards?
I thought things would be different.
I thought I'd feel... different.
You know, the first time I met you...
..I couldn't...
I couldn't figure out what was keeping you on your feet.
I thought, "She's got all the answers I need."
I wish I'd thought a bit harder.
Was it always gonna be tramadol?
Phil's gonna need help making sense of this, you know?
They all are.
I was gonna drown him and make it look like an accident.
But when you found out who I was...
I'm sorry.
But I don't think that's gonna help Phil understand anything.
That thing you said, about...
..Martie not wanting to be near you.
I don't think that's how it works with your parents.
In fact, I know it's not.
When you thought I had all the answers...
..why were you looking?
Someone got shot.
Someone important?
Not to me.
They were to someone who could be, though.
I just, er...
I don't really know how to do that.
That's not a skill you acquire.
That's a decision you take.
Seriously.
If you're not gonna risk having people in your life
that you can't bear to lose...
..what's the point?
I'm not the one you should be feeling sorry for.
I have had so much love in my life.
So much love.
Swim!
You don't have to say anything.
I've got three months off work.
- Really? - That's what I asked for.
Perhaps I should have asked for six.
What would you like to do?
I don't know.
Sleep, maybe.
I seem to be tired all the time at the moment.
That sounds like grief.
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