You broke into his camper van?
- Well, George was spying on me. - Spying on you?!
On the pub's CCTV,
there's images of Ed really laying into George.
I had nothing to do with what happened to George.
Abbie Collier...
will you marry me?
I know what I did
and what I've had to hide.
You might be next.
My son wasn't cold in the ground before you were shagging my wife!
That's not what happened!
What the hell have you done?
They found your gut knife in the bin.
Ed!
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- OK, Officer. Check the cordon there. - OK, Sarge.
Evidence bag, please.
Yep?
On my way.
They found Ed Collier's car.
You OK?
Abbie!
Hi, love.
- Any news? - No.
Ryan.
Bob's here too.
He's not contacted you?
I told him to go.
I had enough.
It's not your fault.
We've both been worried about him, Claire.
Obviously, I don't know him as well as you.
We don't know who you are. That's the real problem.
Here we go.
When was the last time you saw him?
By the boat.
Police came and he was off like a shot.
Where do you think he's gone?
Oh, he knows the rocks and dunes like no-one else.
Do you think he did it, Bob?
You do.
I've not seen him like this before.
You know yourself.
Why would he kill George?
All started when he found that photo.
That said "guilty"?
Where's your slippers, Bob?
Mum, please.
Are you moving in, then?
Oh!
Abbie.
Biscuit?
Mum.
I don't know why this is happening.
- Is this what I think it is? - Mm-hm. Ryan proposed last night.
Why didn't you say?
- It's not exactly the right time, is it? - I know, but...
Dad is not capable of killing anyone.
Then why is he on the run?
Why doesn't he just tell them the truth?
Because he can't.
He couldn't tell you, me or Bob.
But whatever it is...
it's finally caught up with him.
- Pauline? - Who's this?
It's-It's Ed Collier.
I can't engage.
I didn't kill George.
Please, I need to know who's doing this to me.
Please...
Well, then, I'm going to head off.
Don't get up, Claire.
I'll leave the van here in case you need it for anything, eh?
Thanks, Bob.
Abbie?
It's just... Katz wanting an update.
Can you tell Ryan I'm just...?
Thanks.
Abs.
Dad, this has got to stop.
Do you have any idea what Mum is going through?
What I am going through?
I'm so sorry, Abbie, but I had nothing to do with George's death.
Y-You must know that.
Please, just hand yourself in to the police.
I-I will, I will. But first, I need to find his...
That is not your job.
- I'm only trying to protect you, Mum and Nan. - Who from?!
There was a man I was in the Navy with.
- Craig Passarello... - What are you talking about?
He came to the house.
Dad...
I need you.
I'm getting married.
I just need some money, Abs, some cash.
I'll give it you back.
- What? - Abbie!
- What you doing down there? - I-I'm...
just clearing my head.
Police are at the house. They wanna talk to us.
I'll be with Josh.
OK. Coming.
Can you tell us anything about a man named Craig Passarello?
He's an old friend of Ed's.
Do you have any idea when your husband last saw him?
He'd not seen him for years.
But he was here two days ago.
What's happened to him?
He was found this morning.
The victim of a fatal hit and run.
And you think my husband's involved?
We found his car near the scene, Mrs Collier,
he certainly has questions to answer.
Look, if any of you know, or have any idea, where Ed is,
then please, for his sake, tell us.
The sooner we can bring him in and talk to him, the better it is.
For everyone.
Abbie.
Abbie?
Do you know where your father is?
Abbie?
Where's Abbie?
She texted me to...
Bring some money?
- Yes. - It's for me.
I hope I didn't cause you too much trouble.
I gave the police the CCTV of you and George.
You did the right thing.
Everyone reckons you did it.
Well, everyone's wrong, aren't they?
I believe you.
Erm...
- You should go. - Right. Thank you, Katz.
Weather might've played havoc...
What the fuck are you doing, running away like this?
You gonna hand me in?
How come they found your gutting knife in the bin
- with blood on it? - If I'd have killed George
out on the boat...
what the fuck would I be doing bringing my knife home
and chucking it in the bin for the police to find?
I'd have done it out there, wouldn't I?
I'd have thrown the body and the knife,
like, everything, into the sea.
So you think you've been set up?
We did something...
years ago.
And we swore that we'd never tell anyone.
- You think one of them killed George? - Mm, yeah.
It's this guy... Craig Passarello.
- You sure? - Yeah.
Because, according to the police,
he was found dead this morning in a hit and run.
Maybe whoever killed him murdered George as well.
So if it's not him...
who is it?
Why are you looking at my phone?
I'm not.
I saw you had a message from Katz.
Assumed you'd like to see it.
I'm sorry.
Sorry. I'm... just...
You don't have to apologise...
with all the stuff that's going on.
Your dad messaged you
and you had to go and see him.
I'm just surprised you didn't tell me.
We both know how damaging secrets can be.
I believe him.
- That he didn't kill George. - Sure.
But the longer he's on the run, the more guilty he appears to be.
It would probably be best if he turned himself in.
I admire your loyalty, though.
OK?
No, I don't know who it is but, um...
maybe this private detective I've hired can get more information.
- Will she speak to me? - Well, I don't know.
Or Claire?
Did you sleep with her?
We've been through this, Ed.
She needed someone to talk to, listen to, cos you'd disappeared.
Did you sleep with her?
No.
I'd do anything for her...
cos she's my best mate's wife.
And I love her...
like I love you.
That's it.
Now, Claire...
deserves the truth.
Can you get her to see me?
Just nipping out.
Didn't the detective say we should stay here?
Yes, but we need some things.
Well, shouldn't you stay here?
I'll be where I want to be.
Is that all right with you, Ryan?
Ah.
Bob was right.
When Josh died, I...
- I ran away. - You shut me out.
- I want to tell you the truth. - Oh!
Should've told you years ago
but I was too scared of what you might think.
There was a junior officer...
..on HMS Leavenstone in 1994.
When that photo was taken?
His name was Baxter.
He was tough. He took no prisoners.
He was only doing his job but we didn't like it.
We didn't like him.
He didn't deserve what happened.
It was the last night in Gibraltar.
Out on the piss. There was me and Arthur, Des...
Craig Passarello living it large.
On the way back to the ship...
there he was.
Sub-lieutenant Nicholas Baxter.
All alone.
I'm watching you.
You playing, then, or what? Come on.
Spades.
We only meant to scare him,
wind him up,
make him feel like we felt.
It all got out of hand.
What did you do?
We went at him.
Shouting, screaming.
Cornered him.
We knew we were gonna get in serious trouble, but we couldn't stop.
But then he pushed through.
And suddenly he was in the water.
And he didn't come back up again.
And I dived in, like, to get him, and...
..I kept going deeper, deeper.
I couldn't find him.
And they found him early the next morning. He...
He drowned.
He cracked his skull, he must have hit something.
We made a pact.
We saw nothing, we heard nothing, we did nothing.
Oh, Ed!
We put some cocaine under his bunk...
..to make it look like he'd been off his face or something.
You can blame the drink,
blame Craig, whose idea it was.
You can blame any one of them.
I was there, Claire.
I took part.
I am guilty.
I am.
I'm sorry.
Sorry, Claire.
This is why you felt so guilty when Josh drowned.
Yeah, I... I thought I was being punished for...
For what we did.
My baby.
How long did Pauline say she'd be?
You spent all that money on a private detective.
Well, I was hoping that Pauline might find something out.
What the fuck are we doing, Ed?
Claire?
I don't know you.
What do I do?
Claire, I-I...
Who's that?
That's her.
That's your lot.
What does it say?
"The officer that was found dead in Gibraltar
"was Sub-lieutenant Nicholas Baxter."
What?
"He had a four-year-old son, Karl Baxter..."
"Who, at the age of 18, changed his name to...
"Ryan Wilson."
I saw you.
I saw you with Ed's knife down by the bins.
Are you sure it was me?
I saw you, yes.
- Might be your brain again. - No, no.
Just sit down...
and drink your tea.
Good girl.
Will you tell them that your dad was at the church?
They think he's killed another man. They've got evidence.
And you don't believe him?
The longer he's on the run, the more guilty he appears to be.
Is that what Ryan's told you?
I wonder if we should go look for him.
So you can turn him in?
So we can talk to him, help him.
It's only a matter of time before the police find him.
Better us than them.
And I think I know where he might be.
- Where? - You want to come with?
What about Nan?
Katz, would you mind?
- Maybe we should all stay here. - Claire said she would be back soon.
We won't be gone for long, I promise.
Thank you, Katz.
Abbie...
You'll be fine, Katz is here.
I should've listened to you.
I was completely blindsided by him.
Why isn't she answering?
Where else could he go?
I told him where we put the spare key.
Have you seen my phone?
Did you leave it at your nan's?
Dad?
Ed?
Dad?
He's not here.
If I had my phone, I could call him.
Maybe he turned his phone off.
Yeah, but I still need to call my mum, find out where she is.
Maybe I left it in the car.
No.
George.
Ryan blames you for what happened.
Not just to his dad, but his mum killing herself.
Well, why didn't he kill me when he had the chance?
From the moment I first met him, I knew something was...
If you had just been honest in the first place...
Wh-What you doing?
Give me the phone.
Sit.
Sit!
- We need to get back! - We need to call the police.
It's Ryan.
- What are you gonna say to him? - I don't know.
Hello?
Hi, Mum.
Abbie.
Are you on speakerphone?
What's happened?
Er, I lost my phone.
I'm... I'm using Ryan's.
Where are you?
Heading home.
Are you with Nan?
Katz is with her.
Abbie...
Are you OK, darling?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Hi, Claire.
We're worried about you.
Oh, Ryan. Hi.
I'm fine.
You sure?
Just a bit worried... I guess.
We need to get him away from Abbie.
Why don't you come over?
I'll make us some dinner.
We can open up the champagne...
'celebrate the engagement properly.
You'd like that, wouldn't you, Abbie?
Did you know that Abbie met with Ed?
Katz also met with him.
She gave him money.
Earlier, in the house,
you were definitely hiding something.
How you doing, Karl?
Dad?
You gonna talk to me, Karl? Go on, I dare you.
Arthur and Craig... they were easy, weren't they?
They didn't see you coming.
But I saw you from the first moment we met.
You took my hand, remember? And you challenged me.
Well, I'm...
I'm challenging you now.
Come on, just you and me.
Where are you, Ed?
I'm going to go and see Arthur.
I think you know where that is.
Get off me. Get off me.
Get off me.
What are you doing? Where are you going?
Darling... Claire, Claire...
I know what I'm doing.
Please... trust me.
I love you. I love you.
Did Abbie tell you this is where my father's ashes are scattered?
Where is she?
Home.
She's the only reason you're still alive.
If you've hurt her...
What are you gonna do, Ed?
Kill me...
..like you killed my father?
This is for you.
Here we go.
Oh, my stupid head!
- I should have warned her. - What?
- Abbie? What do you mean? - Ryan!
He'll soon be down to the harbour.
He told me not to tell Claire he was there.
I knew he was up to something.
We have to save her.
- She's not answering. - Oh, God!
Were you the one who pushed him?
No-one pushed him.
Oh, no.
Accidental death. Yeah, Des told me everything.
Des?
A year ago...
he wrote to me.
He said he had something to tell me.
You know he was a Catholic, right?
Hadn't gone to confession in over 20 years.
Arthur went to see him. I always...
Needed to get something off his chest.
By all accounts, he died a happy man.
What would your last words be, Ed?
I-I dived in. I tried to save him.
You couldn't save my father.
You couldn't save your own son.
"Guilty."
Did Des give you that?
My father took this photo.
I found a camera
amongst the things that were sent back when my dad died.
A roll of film.
And there you all were.
You know, I stupidly thought that he took this because he liked you.
His favourite crew.
Where's Arthur?
I hope to bury all four of you up here.
How did you kill him?
Same way I killed Craig.
I am genuinely sorry for what happened to your father.
If I had my time...
You know, I barely remember him.
The smoke on his breath.
The scratch of his beard.
But my mother...
and the shame of it all...
that he should be painted as some kind of drug addict,
who deserved what happened?
Drugs planted by you...
and your comrades!
Argh!
I tried to be enough for her.
I found her body.
I was ten.
Sleeping pills in a puddle of vodka.
And I hated them for what they did to me.
I lied about who I was.
And then Des writes me a letter.
Ryan.
Ryan, please.
No more hiding, Ed.
Abbie?
Abbie.
Abbie!
- In here! - Abbie, my...
Get the knife!
What's happened? Where's Ryan?
- Call the police. - I did.
Get them to Cary Point.
Police.
Yes. Abbie!
Abbie! Abbie!
This isn't the sea, is it, Ed?
This is my domain.
Good old-fashioned terra firma.
Four months ago, I came to kill you.
I was waiting for your boat to come in.
And who should come along?
She said she was waiting for her dad.
You.
So I suggested that we went for a drink while she waited.
Love at first sight!
You never loved her!
I do love her.
Like a cancer.
I sabotaged your boat, Ed.
Saltwater in the diesel.
What, in the tank?
I have to say, I thought using a prostitute was a stroke of genius.
I'm free tonight.
Any time. Whatever works for you.
I can't wait to see you.
I loved how you thought that by using Bob's van
you would somehow...
be invisible?
Watching you in that restaurant...
Your whole world falling apart.
I don't know what you think you heard, Ed,
but all I was trying to do was help someone in need.
The disgrace in Abbie's eyes,
as she realised that her precious daddy...
had completely fucked up.
Putting the lifeguard hoodie on
to make myself look like George on the pub camera...
I wasn't gonna show you this,
but I think George posted it through our letterbox.
He's making us all paranoid.
Cutting my hand. Poor me.
Planting the gutting knife...
when Claire went for a swim.
Everything bad that's happened to you...
is because of me.
And now...
I've finally got you.
Hook...
line...
and sinker.
I was impressed with George.
He really got close.
Is that why you stabbed him in the back of the neck?
You're to blame, Ed.
Des has paid his price.
Arthur and Craig have paid theirs.
And now you pay yours.
Argh!
There's nowhere to go.
No-one to save you.
It's over.
No!
What are you gonna do with that?
No, Abbie. Don't.
He killed George. He was gonna kill you.
It's him you should be killing...
not me.
A-Abbie. Abbie.
Abbie. Abbie.
There we go. That's it.
Oh, my love. Come on.
That's it. It's all right. All right.
It's all right.
It's all right. Sh-sh-sh.
You all set, then?
Passport, charger, money.
They said I might have to come back for the trial.
Ah, well, er, Ryan's pleaded guilty,
so there shouldn't be a trial.
And what about you...
and Ryan's dad?
Well, I... I made a statement, so, er...
..I'll take what comes.
I love you, Dad.
- To Abbie and Katz. - Abbie and Katz.
We're gonna miss you.
She's gonna have the time of her life. You too, Katz.
I'll make sure we do.
Abbie... little something for you,
just a little bit of spending money, really.
And don't you forget to send me a postcard, now, be sure.
- Thanks, Nan! - All right, my love.
Claire, just want to thank you...
you know, for...
well, for looking after me.
I can only guess how difficult that must be sometimes for you.
- Oh, Mum. - I love you.
- I'll be back in two minutes. - Yeah.
You look amazing.
It's not going to be easy, Ed.
I know, but it... it feels different.
I feel different.
No more secrets.
Let's see how we go, yeah?
Abbie?
Just felt so right.
Him.
Everything made sense.
Ryan's in the past now.
Locked up, safe and sound.
I know.
Everything's gonna be OK.
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