? Laying out the ghost to rest ?
? Freein' up my mind
? Take your pain and sorrow
? And leave it all behind
? From the moment you fall
? I control it all
? From the moment you fall
? I control it all
- Nathan, can you hear me? - Yeah.
It's the same note as before.
Listen, you've come through all the hurt.
Finally, you're at peace.
- Okay? - Yep.
We want to hear that joy, Nathan...
breaking free of the shackles, yeah?
I can't do that.
I need some air.
I'll go.
- What? - Nathan!
Wait.
- I can't do it. - Nathan.
I can't do it.
It's taken courage to come back.
No. I-I can feel hands around my throat.
I know the pressure you're under.
No, no. I'm not speaking in metaphors.
Matt is trying to kill me.
Your brother's dead, Nathan.
Matty's here, and he wants me dead.
Yeah.
He's on the cusp of a full-blown meltdown.
He's agreed to give us a cut of the album profits,
so that can't happen.
I'm gonna see if I can root out some of the ambient-sound stuff
that we didn't use on the last album.
Have you seen that old field recorder?
You're gonna recycle Dirty Shamen material?
Bit desperate, isn't it?
Not as desperate as flogging off your possessions.
There's been interest
in a few bits and bobs from the collection.
They're going up for auction tomorrow.
- Are we in trouble? - It's a cash-flow issue.
The album will get made.
Help yourself.
Oh, hi, Grace.
Nathan's coming off a lot of heavy meds.
He's trying to manage things through his diet.
You're his nutritionist as well as his manager now?
Switching out the antipsychotics for hemp smoothies?
What could possibly go wrong?
- Hi, Dad. - Grace...
I want you to leave.
I want you to stop selling off my property.
Grace.
Grace!
Sorry. Can I, uh, just have your signature, please?
No one is signing anything.
What are you doing?
You know how much this meant to Mum!
- Grace. - You're a thief and a liar,
and I don't know how you sleep at night!
Put all of this back inside the studio.
Otherwise, you'll be dealing with the police.
Let's discuss this calmly.
Now tell me exactly what else you've sold behind my back!
Grace, I don't need this!
Testing, testing.
1, 2, 1, 2.
This is "Nocturnal Sounds,"
Dirty Shamen, take 1.
There you are.
Oh, my God. You're pathetic.
Can't leave you on your own for more than two seconds.
Thought you could do with some company.
Jesus! Your company? Yeah, right. Now piss off.
You're a deadweight.
Who'd love you?
You make me want to puke my guts up!
Stop! I can't breathe!
No!
What have I just heard?
*CREDITS*
This era of Indian political upheaval
coincided with events
on the other side of the world...
the War of Austrian Succession,
between 1740 and 1748,
and then the Seven Years' War,
- between 1756 and 1763. - _
It involved Great Britain, France, Spain,
and the Netherlands.
With the European powers
on different sides,
their colonies, companies,
and allies across the globe...
Hey, Shazia.
Morning, Boss. Something's come in.
We're going to a recording studio in Cornwall.
? As I lose my self-control
- ? And I pray you won't say - Amazing, right?
? Maybe, 'cause to...
? ...down in my soul
? I'm in love with yo...
Not your bag?
The lead singer, Matty, Nathan's brother,
was found drowned in the river
when they were recording their last album at Towan
like seven years ago.
Nathan had a breakdown,
so he's been out of the picture for years.
So the fact he's back here is massive.
I think the fact that a man was murdered here a few hours ago
is probably a little bit more massive.
Fair.
What I don't get is why we're involved.
Towan's is heritage-listed,
and the victim had an important memorabilia collection,
some of which is now missing.
So, what are we looking at...
like, professional burglary gone wrong?
My bet?
It's all been shipped out of the country by now.
? I'm in love with you
? I'm in love with yo-o-o-u
? I'm in love with you
? I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love ?
Nathan Frayne in the flesh.
What are you going to do to protect this area?
This is not a safe place for my client to be right now.
- There are paparazzi everywhere. - Yes.
They're in the field.
There's a drone out the back.
If you don't do something about it, I will.
Go on, mate. Let's go.
Let's get you inside.
Can you go after them and get their statements?
Yes, sir.
D.I. Palmer, Heritage Crime. This is D.C. Malik.
- Hi. - Grace Filton.
You're the daughter of the victim?
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Would you mind telling us what happened last night?
I'm guessing Dad...
heard something,
interrupted a burglar.
Some stuff was taken from the studio.
Could you show us where?
Do you know what's missing?
Seems they took some of the most valuable pieces.
The auctioneers took a full inventory yesterday,
so you can check.
If the auctioneers were here yesterday,
why didn't they take stuff with them?
Um... I stopped them.
D.C. Malik, would you take a statement
off Miss Filton, please?
Yeah.
Cheers.
All right if I take a look?
Yeah. We're nearly done here.
If I'd just let the auction go ahead,
none of this would have ever happened.
I called him a liar and a thief.
They were literally the last words I said to him.
Did you know why your dad was auctioning off the collection?
He was trying to keep this place afloat.
The fact is recording studios are pretty much redundant.
What with people recording in their bedrooms and all that?
Dad fought to get Towan made into a listed building
because he thought it'd be this great draw.
- But it's a curse. - How come?
Because we're saddled with an estate
that costs a fortune and can't pay for itself.
It's a money pit.
How did you stop your dad from going ahead with the sale?
It wasn't his collection.
It was Mum's.
She died 10 years ago.
I'm sorry.
Did you argue with your dad?
I had a go at him, but he'd never engage with me.
Why is that?
Because I'm a pain in the ass.
I'm sure my parents think the same about me,
but, then again, they're all over me like a rash.
I have...
had...
no...
value to him.
Every relationship my father had was transactional.
In this industry, everyone is exploiting somebody else.
Apart from the artists.
They always seem to be bottom of the heap.
Believe me, some of them are the worst.
Boss...
Grace stopped the auction because, apparently,
the collection didn't belong to Charlie Filton.
- What? - I just saw
a solicitor's letter on the table...
something about the misappropriation
of trust assets.
So, this place is a trust?
I wonder who the trustees are. Thanks.
I think there might be a bit of a hole
in the professional-robbery theory, too.
The auction was well publicized.
Anyone with half a brain
would have expected the collection to be moved off site
the night before.
Which is exactly what would have happened
- without Grace's intervention. - Yeah.
The fact the collection was still here
was just pure chance.
Excuse me. D.I. Palmer. This is D.C. Malik.
We've not been introduced.
We're looking for the studio manager.
Jack Brooks.
I'm the nearest thing you'll get.
I've had a look around the place.
I didn't see any CCTV.
That's because there isn't any.
Seems a bit odd.
Studio kit alone must be worth a fortune.
Clients value their privacy.
What happens at Towan stays at Towan.
And you've never had any trouble here before?
No unwanted visitors?
We're pretty tucked away.
Press seem to have got wind of the situation, though.
Been a couple of them knocking about since Nathan arrived.
I reckon his label leaked he was here.
Free publicity for the album.
And it's one road in, one road out, right?
Thank you for your time.
How 'bout you check out the CCTV situation
in the surrounding area
and I'll dig in to this trustees issue?
On it, Boss.
Okay.
Well...
I appreciate your help. Yep.
- Who was that? - Grace's solicitor.
It looks like Filton was strong-armed
into making it into a trust by his then-wife.
Why?
I'd say wife realized husband was feckless git
and didn't want him to piss it all up the wall.
And Grace was one of the trustees?
And Charlie was the other.
So if one trustee starts spending some of the assets
without the other one knowing,
then that is fraud.
So, there was a CCTV camera outside the front gate.
I've reviewed 12 hours of the footage
before and after Filton's murder.
Didn't take long because only two vehicles appear
in all that time.
Ellison's Auction van arriving.
Two hours later, a Jeep arrives,
registered to Grace Filton.
The auction van leaves half an hour after that,
so we know Grace was in situ when the murder happened,
and we know she had beef with her dad.
But Grace went to Towan to stop the auction,
and she succeeded, so what's her motive?
We know the auctioneers leave
with an empty van,
and we know from the CCTV footage
that neither Grace nor any of the others
leave the property post-murder.
And according to their statements,
none of them heard or saw anything.
And none of them can corroborate
the other person's alibis 'cause they're all staying
in separate accommodations.
One road in, one road out.
So how did the thief or murderer
get Filton's memorabilia off the property?
- Blimey! This is nice! - Yeah!
Wow. After you, Madam.
Feels a cut above the usual gaffs they put us in.
That's not bad. Nice bit of impasto.
I think somebody's been inspired by our old friend Turner.
Looks like an antique frame, too.
Who booked this place?
- Me. - Is it within our budget?
- What budget? - This is the police.
There's a whole bloody department dedicated to budgets.
I can try and find somewhere else.
Or I could pay the extra.
No. No, no, no. No, no.
Let's concentrate on the job in hand.
Ah. Dirty Shamen?
Glad you're giving them another shot.
Listen to this.
Oh, hang on a minute.
There you go.
What do you think that is?
Someone screaming.
It's a barn owl.
And then, if I fast-forward a little bit further,
what sounds like maracas is actually a corn crake.
Um, and then a little bit further on...
it's coming up now...
What do you think that is?
Otters.
Dirty Shamen seemed to have had quite a thing
for nocturnal field recordings.
Somehow you've made me like it less.
Charlie Filton's postmortem results.
Time of death estimated between 2:00 and 3:00 a.m.
Well, that fits in with Filton's broken watch.
Cause of death... severe blunt force trauma
to the left of the skull,
suggesting our killer was right-handed.
Bruising consistent with the microphone base
found next to the victim's body.
The pathologist has identified bruising on Filton's torso
that she's estimated to be a few days old.
Injuries are consistent with a closed-fist punch.
Says whoever inflicted the injury
might have been wearing a ring with a proud fitting.
Look at this.
That might do it.
Do me a favor, Malik.
Take another look at her statement, would you?
Yeah. Sure.
Yeah, yeah. Okay. Okay, bye. Yeah.
Can I have a word, Miss Wilder?
The label's flying us out to L.A.
We need to leave shortly.
You're gonna have to put those flights on hold.
Why?
Because you're a potential suspect in a murder inquiry.
What were you and Mr. Filton fighting about?
Charlie was putting unnecessary pressure on Nathan.
I pushed back.
You did a little bit more than push back, didn't you?
_
Hi.
- You're with police, right? - Uh, yeah.
I'm sorry about Charlie.
I'm D.C. Malik. I'm assisting D.I. Palmer.
You can call me "Shazia."
I know it's probably not the right time,
but I'd just like to say
I'm such a big fan
of your music.
Come with me.
As soon as I suggested stopping the recording,
Charlie got nasty.
He threatened to sue me.
Did you have a contract with Charlie Filton?
So how could he sue you?
You could have walked away from this and taken Nathan with you.
He wouldn't let us leave.
Really?
Was he holding you hostage?
- In a manner of speaking, yes. - How?
I need to show you something.
I was jumping on and off of calls
with Nathan's label in L.A. all night
when Charlie was killed.
I was very concerned about Nathan's mental health.
I wanted the label to pay Filton the full fee so we could leave.
I'm good at multitasking,
but carrying out a murder on a conference call?
A stretch,
even for me.
Why didn't you mention this in your statement?
I didn't want to implicate Nathan.
Or, to put it another way,
you were trying to cover for him.
Okay. So...
every night, after I finish recording,
I take my guitars and I lay them out just so.
Okay.
I've done the same thing since the beginning.
Like a ritual or something?
A ritual. Exactly. Yes.
The thing is, when I come back here the next day,
everything's been moved around.
What exactly are you saying?
Matty's messing with me.
Matty, your dead brother?
I'm not sure how that connects to Filton's murder.
I think Matty killed Charlie.
I just had a mad chat with Nathan Frayne.
You know how they say, "Never meet your heroes"?
- That bad, eh? - Yeah.
He's not in a state to record a voice note,
let alone an album.
He's so gorgeous.
It's so sad.
Storm claimed that they were...
being held hostage, but she didn't elaborate.
But I was wondering whether Filton had some kind of hold
over her...
or Nathan or both of them.
Like what?
What exactly were the circumstances
around Matty Frayne's death?
He went for a midnight dip in this river,
was off his face on drink and drugs,
and drowned.
We're waiting at the next station!
It's along the river, apparently.
What?
How did they get Filton's collection out of the grounds?
Really?
This is the house.
It's a possibility, right?
Okay. Come on, then.
Boss!
What?
Look what I found.
Yes!
Well, someone could have used it
to take the collection out of here, right?
Give me a hand.
- You're not taking the boat in the river? - Yeah. Why not?
I'm pretty sure I need to do a risk assessment
- for something like this. - Nah, don't worry.
I've got an ICC sailing qualification,
and I was butterfly champion at county level.
- Well, you can swim it, then. - Ah. Very good.
Get in.
- You all right? - Yep.
Wait, wait. Where'd you go?
- Boss? - Yep?
I think I've got something. Pass me that oar.
- Where are you going? - I'm gonna get it.
What is it?
Why would someone go to the trouble
of stealing all this stuff,
killing a man in the process,
only to go and dump it in the river?
It's clearly not about financial gain.
Then what is it?
'Cause it just feels like mindless vandalism.
Let's get hold of the auction inventory
and check this stuff off.
Bloody drone.
I think we're getting papped.
Looks like everything's a part of the auction lot,
apart from that.
Looks ancient... more your era than mine.
What is it?
A reel-to-reel field recorder.
Maybe the theft of Filton's memorabilia
was a distraction...
a cover.
We've checked all the other items recovered from the river
against the inventory,
and they're all part of your father's collection,
aside from this.
Do you know anything about it?
Yeah. It was used for Dirty Shamen.
Matty wanted to record with it.
Matty Frayne?
Decaf cappuccino, please.
- Pot of Earl Grey. - No problem.
- And some rice. - Sure.
Uncooked. Uh, bowlful.
Cute. Righty-o.
Hopefully, that will dry these out.
According to the manufacturer,
the reel-to-reel tape inside the recorder
was discontinued eight years ago.
So whatever's on this tape will be historic.
Matty could be the last person who used it.
We need to hear what's on it.
The recorder's knackered.
Technical term. Could buy a new one.
It's a vintage piece of kit, Malik.
Respectfully, Boss, we've got the Internet,
so someone will be flogging one, guaranteed.
Right.
- Here we are. - Thank you.
- Your rice. - Thank you so much.
All right. Here we go.
Now... we wait.
Or we can look at the Matty Frayne files.
I got them sent over this morning from the archive.
Nice one, Malik.
Day before Matty died,
witnesses saw the Frayne Brothers engage
in a physical altercation,
which explains the injuries and extensive bruising
found at the postmortem
that were inconsistent with drowning.
Explained or explained away?
Who are the witnesses?
Charlie Filton, Grace Filton, Storm Wilder, and Jack Brooks.
That's the exact same crew
who were present at Charlie Filton's murder.
That can't be a coincidence.
All of the witnesses claim
they have no knowledge of Matty going to the river that night.
Could think of no reason why he would have done so.
Well, that's not true.
Sorry?
The nocturnal field recordings.
They'd all have known that Matty went out at night
and recorded stuff.
What's up?
Three days before Matty died, someone called the police,
accusing him of an assault.
Inquiries failed to identify the caller.
- What kind of assault? - It doesn't say.
But I think I need to speak to Grace.
Right.
Yesterday afternoon,
you were speaking about the music industry
and how exploitative it is.
Hardly an exclusive.
You said the artists can be some of the worst offenders.
You remember that?
I know you were just a child when Matty Frayne died.
I was 15.
I certainly didn't feel like a child.
A lot of the time I felt like the only adult in the room.
We've just come across information
which might put a different slant on things.
Matty may have been involved in an assault
just prior to his death.
The fight he had with Nathan?
No. That was only reported after his death.
This was... something different.
Did Matty... do anything to you?
He was vile to me.
He was vile to everyone.
He loved messing with people's heads and...
gaslighting them.
Did you report Matty to the police?
I lost my mum when I was 12 years old.
Dad barely acknowledged my existence.
The upside of that is I toughened up quick.
Matty wouldn't have dared do anything to me.
One last thing.
The statement you gave to the police seven years ago...
It was a lie.
Dad told me to tell the police
that I'd witnessed a fight between Matty and Nathan
the day before he drowned.
If it happened...
I never saw it.
So, when Matty Frayne died,
they all lied to the police.
His death wasn't an accident, was it?
What do you reckon, Boss?
Murder...
or, at best, manslaughter.
And a massive cover-up.
Well, we know you lied to us.
I don't understand why you're digging this stuff up now.
Mr. Filton's murder and the theft of his collection
might relate back to events that took place here seven years ago.
Fine. Come back with evidence
and you can speak to my client with a lawyer present.
Was there a cover-up the night Matty died?
What I'm trying to work out is
whether you're trying to protect Nathan
or yourself
or, I'm guessing,
a little bit of both.
I can't do this anymore.
Nathan, you don't need to do this.
No.
I need to tell the truth.
I don't need you to hold my hand anymore.
Okay?
Okay.
It was pretty much like every other night. We were...
all hanging out together in the house...
drinking too much,
playing, writing music.
Aha! Like, if I bend that note,
then slide down a whole step...
Then hammer on,
add in some pitch harmonics...
that squeal you get, man.
Next time I wake up, Matty's not there.
Charlie said he'd gone to collect field audio.
There you are.
My God, you're pathetic.
Can't leave you on your own for more than two seconds.
Thought you could do with some company.
Jesus! Your company? Yeah, right.
Now piss off. You're dead weight.
- Get off! - No wonder the label
are thinking of replacing you.
Everyone knows that I'm carrying you...
the rest of the band, the management, the label.
You're dragging me down, Nathan!
He was, like, superaggressive from the start,
accusing me of being dead weight,
saying how he'd been in talks with the label
about replacing me.
What was the lead-up to the argument?
There was never a lead-up.
He'd just snap.
Was that a regular thing?
Yeah.
And then, afterwards, he'd just deny it ever happened.
Stop!
Stop! Aah!
They said, "Somehow, during the fight,
you must have ended up in the river."
What do you mean, "Must have"?
I have no memory after that.
Not until they woke me up.
Nathan. Nathan.
Hey! You need to wake up, Nathan!
Something bad's happened.
Matty's dead.
Charlie said...
it would be best to wait till the morning,
then report him missing.
Look more convincing if the police found him.
We left Matty in that river for hours.
Why did you wait until now to destroy the tape?
What tape?
The tape Matty was recording that night.
I didn't. What does it matter?
It would just be a load of nature sounds.
We believe Matty may have recorded his own murder.
Mur... I didn't murder him. It was an accident.
I wouldn't kill my own brother.
The river did that for you, and it's all on tape.
Charlie discovered the recordings.
That's why he had to die, too.
I didn't kill Charlie.
Why would I?
- No. - Could you stand up, please?
Nathan Frayne, I'm arresting you
on the suspicion of the murder of Charles Filton
and for the murder of Matthew Frayne.
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense
if you do not mention when questioned
something which you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
All right?
- You all right, Boss? - I don't know.
Why kill Charlie after all these years?
Charlie knew what had happened.
If anything, he protected Nathan.
Maybe the pressure? He's not well.
We need to listen to those tapes.
When's the field recorder due?
Estimated delivery time is 8:00 a.m. tomorrow.
Oh, it's bloody torture.
Something old.
Something new.
D.I. Palmer.
Yes. Who is this, please?
Right.
It's been a pleasure.
Yes. I most certainly will.
Who was that?
Your mum.
What? Why is she calling you?
Because she hasn't heard from you in over a week.
My head's been on the job, Boss.
I've been up to my neck in it.
What did she say?
Once I'd assured her that you hadn't joined a cult,
she was lovely.
By the end of the call, she'd invited me for dinner.
She'd never check on my brother like this.
Nice to know that she cares, though, right?
Wish she'd care just a little less.
We all want the Goldilocks scenario, Malik.
Sometimes we just have to make peace with what we've got.
I'll call her.
Moment of truth.
All righty.
There.
All right. Cross everything.
- Birds or something? - Yeah.
There you are.
Oh, my God, you're pathetic.
Can't leave you on your own for more than two seconds.
Thought you could do with some company.
Jesus! Your company? Yeah, right. Now piss off.
Nathan and Matty.
- You're dead weight. - No!
No wonder the label are thinking of replacing you.
Everyone knows that I'm carrying you...
the rest of the band, the management, the label.
You're dragging me down, Nathan!
- What are you doing?! - Aah!
There's someone else there, right?
Yeah.
Get her off him!
He's out cold.
Oh. You feel sorry for poor little Nathan?
Nathan couldn't have killed Matty if he was unconscious.
- He's innocent. - Let's keep listening.
Stop!
Stop! Matt!
No! No!
The first physical altercation of the evening
was between the two brothers.
And then in this instance,
you dragged Matty away from Nathan.
Is that correct?
He was left unconscious,
and a few moments later, we hear this exchange.
Why did you do that?! He's out cold!
Oh, you feel sorry for poor little Nathan?
One day you'll get what's coming to you.
Jesus Christ. I literally cannot bear
to listen to your whiny little voice.
You say you love me.
Next day, you beat the crap out of me.
Can you confirm
that you were having a romantic relationship with Matty Frayne,
albeit an abusive one?
Do you love me?
I've reported you to the police.
It was you, not Grace,
that made the anonymous call about the assault, wasn't it?
Gonna tell the whole world
what a pathetic little worm you are.
- Yeah, right. - Shut up.
- No! - Shut your mouth!
No, no! No, don't do this!
You said you loved me!
Love you?
Who'd love you?
You make me want to puke my guts up!
I loved you!
Stop! I can't breathe!
You're drowning me!
No, stop!
He's drowning me!
I think you somehow managed
to get an unconscious Nathan back to the house
and then you persuaded everyone else
Nathan had killed his brother.
You didn't even figure in the picture.
Well...
that is until Charlie started listening
to the old field recorder.
Oh, stop! Stop it!
What have I just heard?
It must have been a difficult moment for you.
All those years, the evidence had been sitting
right there in the studio all along.
What I don't get is
how you made such a hash
of getting rid of the evidence.
It was the paparazzi, wasn't it?
All those drones.
Suddenly Towan wasn't so secluded anymore.
There was a possibility that someone was watching you
at all times.
For the last seven years,
Nathan has been tortured by what he supposedly did.
Do you understand that?
That's what Matty does...
even from beyond the grave...
ruins people's lives.
It's pretty clever, what Jack pulled off,
persuading everyone to cover for Nathan
when really they were covering for him.
In a messy, Machiavellian sort of way, yeah.
Talking of which, I owe you for my fancy hotel booking.
What's the damage?
- Big fat zero. - You what?
The frame on that tribute Turner
dated back to the 17th century.
The lap joints on the back gave it away.
It's worth a small fortune. They were very grateful.
Genius. Nice one, Boss.
And all that stuff with my mum...
I do appreciate what I've got.
I don't want you to think I'm, like, some sort of spoiled brat.
Not spoiled, Malik.
Just really ungrateful.
But nothing that buying me a bag of fish and chips won't sort out.
No, seriously. It's... It's your show.
Yeah.
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