I owe you both an apology.
'There were no Major Ryan Wilsons serving in Afghanistan
at the time Ryan says he was there.
It's a complete lie.
Craig, someone painted the word "killer" on the deck of my boat.
_
Come near me or my daughter again
and there will be serious consequences.
Ryan's medal seems to be missing.
Ed.
I knew it was you.
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I...
have no excuse. I...
picked it up, you came, and I put it in my pocket, and then, eh...
Er...
That was stupid. I...
I'm sorry.
- My passport. - Oh, yes. Um...
Well, I just...
You still don't trust me, do you?
Well, I...
Well, you love Abbie, I know that, and I know that she loves you.
What do I have to do to make you change your mind about me?
- How do I prove...? - It's not...
It's not about you.
It's...
It's about me. I...
Claire will tell you that I've been like this ever since Josh died,
so...
And...
I would appreciate it if you didn't tell Claire or Abbie
about the medal.
Come with me.
A very simple off-the-shelf tracking device.
I found it in Abbie's car.
Really?
I think I know who put it there.
George.
He seems to have found where we live.
I think we should keep this between me and you, yeah?
Abbie would freak if she realised that he was stalking her like this.
He's clearly struggling to let her go.
And who can blame him?
- Oh, my phone. - Hm?
I left it in your car.
Oh, damn.
I'm meant to be meeting Claire.
- Take my car. - No, it's too bloody late!
I wasn't going to show you this because I didn't know what it meant,
but I think George posted it through our letterbox.
That's why I was asking you about your time in the Navy.
He's making us all paranoid.
He's not going to stop until he's destroyed me,
my boat, my family.
- Ed, look... - No, it's...
You look after Abbie and I'll take care of George.
George!
It's true!
Oh, shaved legs, the lot!
If you're a fine-looking woman,
a man goes crazy after a few months at sea. Believe me!
Oh, here he comes, Mata Hari himself.
Craig.
I were just saying one of our old mates passed on.
Oh, your name came up and... in the area, so...
- Let's get a beer. - Yeah, nice.
- See you in a bit. - OK, thanks very much.
Can I have a gin and tonic, please.
Mum, it's too early for that.
- It's never too early for a G&T, Claire. - True.
What are you playing at, Collier?
Me?
As I remember it...
this photo was taken with your camera.
I didn't have a camera.
We all got one in Gibraltar.
Well, you may have done. I was skint.
So, Des is dead,
Arthur's still missing.
Who else can it be?
Well, it's not me, if that's what you're getting at.
Why would I want all this to come out now?
Then who's doing it?
It's just some local lad winding me up.
Look,
what happened with Baxter...
You... You make it sound like it was some sort of unfortunate accident.
What's in the past...
stays in the past.
Hey!
How's work?
Urgh, you know, the usual.
I see you've taken your bandage off.
Mm-hm.
Ryan?
When I got home, your dad was here... inside the house.
Returning this.
My dad took it?
I promised I wouldn't say anything.
I'm starting to worry about him.
You living with me,
he's still struggling with Josh, his work.
And now this.
That's my dad.
Turn it over.
Let me tell you why I didn't come to counselling.
Whatever it was, it was more important than me.
No!
If I mattered so much, you'd trust me with the truth.
What was Craig doing here?
When Des died,
I think it reminded him of how we all used to be.
You went to all those lengths to accuse Ryan of lying.
Look at you.
The sheer hypocrisy!
You've booked your flights?
And I know for a fact that that seat next to me is still empty.
- You know the reason you can't stand your job... - It doesn't matter.
I've quit.
So what are you gonna do?
Ryan's gonna help me find something more suitable.
Who for...
you or him?
Why can't you just be supportive?
I would be if I thought you was doing the right thing but...
You're just jealous...
of me and Ryan.
You've always hated me giving my attention to anyone but you.
You and I both know that's not true.
And if you can't see that, I give up.
You seen my gutting knife?
What's the matter with you?
- It's Claire, she's had enough. - She said that?
You work all your life for something for you and your family,
and then some bastard...
Come on, mate, let's get to work.
The tide's turning, so let's go.
Mum, I don't have time for this.
Well, look, it's my house, so just stop shouting at me.
I'm not shouting!
All you do these days is shout at me.
You need to get dressed, for Christ's sake.
Hello?
- Oh. - Sorry, the door was open.
Who are you? Why are you always here?
- Mum! - Just go away!
- Mum! - I'm Abbie's boyfriend.
It's not always like this. I'm...
- I'm just a bit tired. - I could watch her for a bit, if you like.
No, no, I'm fine.
Get some time for yourself.
Abbie says you like swimming, you know, to escape.
I don't know. As you can see, she's...
I'm so sorry. Excuse me.
My brain just goes off a little from time to time.
And I know exactly who you are... you're Ryan.
- Hello. - Hi.
You know, I can't promise much, but I know you like a game of cards.
- Oh, I do! - I'm not doing anything else.
Oh, right, let's go, then.
Thanks very much.
And, by the way, you're a gorgeous-looking lad.
Come on.
That's very kind of you, Ryan. Thank you.
No worries. It's all right.
Sorry I missed your call earlier. I was out on the boat.
Did you know Craig Passarello served 18 months for GBH?
Well, that doesn't surprise me.
There's not much else so far, I'm afraid.
Perhaps if you told me a little more
about what connects you to these men, then maybe...
No, you know, it could be someone else.
A local lad... George Fitzgerald.
And this man knows about your time in the Navy?
Well, he knows I served, yeah.
Who are you?
Ah.
Thar she blows!
You calling me a whale?
Not on porpoise.
What are you doing here?
Oh, I just...
You said if I had any concerns about Ed.
What's happened now?
Has he told you about the photo that was sent to him on the boat...
him and his mates in the Navy?
Not more bloody secrets!
Why can't he just talk to me?
I even asked him last night.
One of his old friends turned up out of the blue.
What's going on, Bob?
I'm no clearer, I don't know.
I'm just really worried about him, that's all.
Come here.
You said you weren't going.
I know, but, um...
Well, I liked Des... he made me laugh.
Just paying my respects.
You didn't see him for near 30 years.
Claire?
Claire, where are you?
I'm up here.
You'll have to wait.
I was going to go out.
I assumed you'd be here with Mum.
Oh, I-I'm sorry. I didn't know. Um...
Can you call Abbie?
Abbie's not picking up.
My brother's on holiday.
Any other suggestions?
I was going to look at a care home.
Are you sure?
I...
can't do this any more.
You're doing an amazing job, Claire.
No. No, I'm not.
Neither of us are.
Well...
I just don't know how we're going to afford it, that's all.
You bought that for Josh's funeral.
I wish I'd spoken...
at the church.
Neither of us could.
Bob did us proud.
And Abbie.
I still see him, you know.
Talk to him.
George?
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Mum?
- Hi, love. - _
What are you doing here?
I just came to see how you all were.
You putting Nan in a home?
No.
I just...
I don't know.
The dementia care is amazing...
If it was you, I'd do it.
Really?
If it meant the best care for you, then yeah.
But I know you're only doing it cos I'm not here.
None of this is your fault.
Besides, we can't afford it anyway.
The council might give us half, but...
Ryan was talking about how we might be able to help.
No. No, no, no.
I know Dad would never accept a handout,
but Ryan thought you could get a loan
against the value of the house.
I'll speak to your dad.
Abbie...
I need to tell you something...
about Dad.
Uh, yeah, I'm just going to a funeral.
I think this might be a password for that tracking device
that you found under Abbie's car.
Don't we need to find out how long he's been tracking her?
Yeah, come in.
According to this, George started tracking Abbie four days ago.
Well, he told me he was tracking you.
That you'd gone to Cerrick Point at three in the morning.
- That's odd. - What's that?
Two days ago, it says that Abbie travelled 23 miles.
I thought she was at work.
Oh, no, well...
that's where I went.
To see a friend.
Why would she follow me?
She wouldn't.
Yep. Yep, it's here.
He's been tracking me as well.
This is all my fault.
When we first met I didn't know anything about you,
and George said that he could find out some things.
About me?
Yeah. But he just must have made stuff up.
He got me to turn Abbie against you.
- George just wants Abbie back. - Don't defend him!
I've... I've gotta go.
Don't worry. I'll sort it.
You're too late.
It's over.
You asked me to investigate these men.
I was hoping one of them would show up.
Why did you?
Well, Des was a good friend of mine.
I can't believe I missed it.
Everything that I do at the moment seems to be...
Are you expecting someone?
I'm being followed.
Who by?
If you're serious about me finding out
who's sending you this photo,
you need to tell me more about your time on HMS Levenston.
When was the photo taken?
It was the early '90s, I guess.
Try 1994. Gibraltar.
Not long after you came back, all four of you left the Navy...
why was that?
An incident occurred in Gibraltar
that for some reason is still classified.
You were there... tell me what happened.
I can't.
What exactly are you hiding?
Yes, I wanted to ask about
getting a loan against the value of the house.
- What's the name? - Claire Collier.
- Wife of Ed Collier? - Yes, that's right.
Mr Collier already took out a loan.
- Did he? - Yeah.
Well, when was that?
A couple of days ago. He came by to get the money.
Mrs Collier?
What are you doing here?
Nice house.
I said, what are you doing here?
Where's Ed?
Out on the boat.
Oh, aye?
Why have you come back after all these years?
What's going on?
You don't wanna know.
I'm calling the police.
I doubt that, love.
Abs?
What are you doing here?
I know you took Ryan's medal.
Well, I thought he was...
He's really concerned about you.
I've been to see him.
- Why? - We had a good talk,
and I realised that we both have your best interests at heart.
You said to give him a chance, and you were right.
As you usually are.
Does your mum know about the medal?
James, come over here, see this!
Somebody help!
There's somebody there.
- Who's that? - What's going on?
Somebody call the police!
- What's happened? - No!
No. No, Abbie.
What do you think happened?
Oh, I don't know.
I'm sure the police will...
This is just like Josh.
Abs.
Is it true?
I'm so sorry.
Abbie.
Ed, are you all right?
I'm fine, Katz. I'm fine.
Mr Collier.
Detective Inspector Nott.
I understand you were the one who called it in.
Yes, that's right, yeah.
What time did you find the body?
Oh, no, somebody else found him. I was by my boat.
- Have you no idea how he...? - Not yet.
Did you know the deceased?
George, yeah, yeah, he was a local lifeguard.
Nice lad.
Whatever the circumstances,
we need to get an idea of his last few days.
Don't go too far because I'll need to talk to you.
You broke into his campervan?
Well, George was spying on me.
Spying on you?
I think he found this photo of me and for some reason
he just sent it to everyone.
What does it mean?
I think George is just winding me up.
Well, if you don't know what it means,
how can you be wound up about it?
Ed...
just tell me.
I called the bank...
to borrow some money.
- All right, now, I can explain. - I'm sure you can, Ed.
This is just money I put aside...
You swore to me that you didn't take Ryan's medal.
Oh, now, that was just stupid. I needed to know whether he...
I don't care.
You're stealing money,
Ryan's medal,
you can't tell me the truth about this bloody photo.
I can tell you the truth, but I can't tell you...
I want you to go.
Get out.
Go!
Go.
- I heard he jumped off Ratson Head. - Yeah.
He was stabbed... back of the neck.
Snapped his spine, according to the cops.
Have they spoken to your dad about it yet?
I heard him and George had a fight.
Give it a rest, eh?
I'm OK.
- I'm just trying to help. - I don't need you to help.
Abs.
Sorry. I'm OK.
Just say it. You usually do.
On the pub CCTV, there's images of Ed really laying into George.
When?
A couple of days ago.
And at one stage it looks like he's trying to run him over.
Well, what do I do with it?
No!
Thanks.
Here you go.
I have to make myself clear.
If, in the course of my investigation,
I find anything that links you to George Fitzgerald's murder...
I didn't kill him!
I will be obliged by law to pass that on to the police.
Am I making myself clear?
What does the name Nicholas Baxter mean to you?
A sublieutenant on HMS Levenston.
Found floating in the Gibraltar docks,
possibly drug-related.
Ring any bells?
- I've gotta go. - What are you running away from?
You told me you weren't going to Des's funeral.
Well, I changed my mind. How did you know I was here?
Who was that woman you were talking to?
What are you doing hanging around my house and upsetting my wife?
You were always the weakest fucking link.
If we hadn't all listened to you then we wouldn't be here, would we?
And if we all listened to you we'd probably be in fucking prison.
No wife, no family.
I know what I did and what I've had to hide.
But I'm not the only one, am I?
Des is dead.
I reckon Arthur's copped it.
That kid George is dead.
You might be next.
What you doing?
I was just going to unpack some of my stuff.
I know it's all junk, but...
It's not junk... it's you, it's who you are.
I shouldn't have left.
Mum and Dad, ever since Josh died, I've been holding them together.
And now that I've gone...
I just feel like I'm losing everyone.
Mum, Dad, Katz.
You've got me.
But maybe moving in together so soon was a mistake.
It's not a mistake.
I want to be here with you. I really do.
But it just feels like everything I do at the moment is wrong.
Oh, come here.
You're being silly.
It's all right, yeah?
Oh.
It'll be all right. Hm?
- Ma'am. - Thank you.
Sorry for the delay.
And sorry about the smell...
it's the best we could do in the circumstances.
Ah, that's all right, I'm used to the smell of fish.
Oh.
Right. You were going to make a statement
concerning George Fitzgerald's murder... is that right?
Yeah, yeah, anything to help.
In which case, perhaps we can start with you telling me
what you were doing by his campervan yesterday afternoon.
Uh...
And be careful, Mr Collier, we've a witness who saw you there.
Oh, well, yeah, you know, I was there.
Because...?
I-I wanted to see him, talk to him.
What did you want to see him about?
Oh.
Nothing specific. I-I wasn't even sure he was there.
I was just passing. I mean, I've known George for years.
Did you go inside the campervan?
Yeah. Yeah, I did.
Why would you go inside his campervan
if you knew he wasn't there?
- Well, I mean, he might have been asleep. - Well, was he asleep?
No. No, he wasn't asleep.
Yeah. Well, he wasn't there.
I hear your boat got sabotaged.
- Yes. - Who did you blame for that?
I'm not sure.
- George Fitzgerald? - No, no.
But I... I-I did talk to him about that.
And what did he say?
Well, he denied it. I mean, of course he did.
Is that why you went to see him... to confront him?
No, no. I...
No, I believed him.
In that case, would you have any objection to us
having a sample of your DNA?
Or do I have to arrest you?
Arrest me... what for?
Well, I could start with breaking and entering.
- Hey. - Hey.
Clothes... for Ed.
Is he staying with you?
He's on the boat, I think.
Anyway, how are you doing?
Oh, how would you be doing
if you discovered the person you thought you knew...?
I know, I know.
I wish I could help more.
I tried to talk to him, but with everything that's...
What?
He's being questioned.
By the police?!
When Ed got left that photo, there was something else.
We tried to clean it off. I took the photo, just in case.
And you didn't think to tell me?
Sorry.
There's more.
I found some tarpaulin on the boat.
I thought it had paint on it...
but I think it's blood.
George...
Hey...
Open wide, Mr Collier.
This was four days ago.
Yeah...
I... Now, you see...
George, he offered to help me, uh,
with my daughter's new boyfriend.
Help you...?
Just, um...
find stuff out about him. That's all.
Are you saying that Mr Fitzgerald was spying on your behalf?
No, no, no. Not like that. Not spying.
Just...
Just finding stuff out on his... on his computer.
You see, George, he told me stuff that made me think
that Abbie's boyfriend was up to no good,
and I made a complete idiot of myself.
So...
I'm just telling him there to stop, you know, I'd had enough of it.
And George Fitzgerald, by the looks of it.
I had nothing to do with what happened to George.
I'll be the judge of that, Mr Collier.
We'll be making further enquiries into Mr Fitzgerald's murder,
and I think it's extremely likely
that you and I will be talking again.
He's free to leave... for now.
What?
Nothing.
You...
You spoke to Claire yet?
She's not interested in talking to me. Not now.
Not after everything I've done.
I've never seen her so angry.
- What did you say to her? - The truth.
You told me you couldn't get a loan.
You borrowed money off Phyllis's house...
where the fuck has that gone?
I hired a private detective, OK?
I just want to know who it is who's wrecking my life.
Who is it, then?
This is about the four of you in that bloody photo, isn't it?
What are you so guilty about, eh?
I can't fucking tell you.
Well, tell Claire.
I can't.
It'd destroy her.
Oh, she's already been destroyed by you lying to her.
If you can be honest with her, you can save your marriage...
isn't that what you want?
I've seen all this before, Ed... when Josh died.
You nearly lost her then.
She was this close to leaving you.
That was you.
When Josh died, Claire and I, we had counselling,
and she spoke about someone who she could speak to,
someone who really cared about her.
Yeah, well, someone had to, cos you weren't here, were you?
- Yes? - We have a warrant to search this house.
What is this?
- Excuse me. - Go ahead.
- Let's start downstairs and work through. - Yes, Ma'am.
Find.
I trusted you!
I helped her, that was all.
My son, he wasn't cold in the ground
- before you were shagging my wife! - That's not what happened!
Ah!
- Ah! - It's always been you, hasn't it?
The photo,
- the paint, winding me up. - You're talking bollocks!
Blaming George, getting me to go after him
to get me out of the way so you could shack up with Claire!
You've finally lost it!
Christ, Ed, I'm sorry.
Don't you fucking touch it!
Ed.
What is it?
What the hell have you done?
They found your gutting knife in the bin.
Ed!
Ryan?
What's going on?
Not the best timing...
but I love you,
and I'll always be here for you.
Abbie Collier...
will you marry me?
Where's my dinner?
Mum.
I'm starving.
I just need you to talk to me, Mum.
And I know what you're trying to do with me.
You're trying to get rid of me.
I don't know what I'm doing, Mum.
I love you.
And I'm only telling you that
because there might come a time when...
when I may not be able to even recognise you.
But I do love you.
- Oh, come here. - I love you, Mum.
I know, I know, I know.
I know. I know.
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No!
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